Inchcock Today – Sat 14 Dec 2019: Incandescencies were rare, today!

1 Dec 14

2019 ttDec 15

Saturday 14th December 2019

Mongolian: 2019 оны 12-р сарын 14-ний Бямба гараг

01Dec 14

WDPh 01WD 0.128.100 23:55hrs: I stirred into mock-life. But I fear I was still in a depression, irked and soured so much by my innocent missing of the Phlebotomy Nurse yesterday. I stewed over it further; No updated Anti-Coagulation Deep Vein Thrombosis Record Sent to me. No notification of doses or INR level from the Doctor’s surgery. No indication of the day of this blood test! I know I shall soon be getting complaints through, though; Why have you not attended the surgery for your INR blood Test? Why did you not ensure you were in for… Oh, forget it, I’m making myself ill worrying about it.

The stomach’s calling me to the Porcelain Throne helped me to partially break some of my moroseness, I think. Out of the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, c1968, sometimes working, horrendously-gungy-beige coloured,  uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty recliner. I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, caught my balance, and trotted, well, hobbled to the wetroom.

I had to hasten to get sat down in time. While the evacuation proceeded and at a snail’s pace, I pondered over how quickly I had moved from computer to the throne. I was impressed. Arthur Itis was almost non-existent? But, I still rubbed some Phorpain gel in when I’d completed my toileting. The evacuation, although mammoth and very slow, was bloodless, not messy and painless, unbelievable! A Smug-Mode was almost adopted, but my EQ suggested I didn’t go into that yet? So I stayed in my sorry, Irked and Pissed-off inclinationalistic mode. Off to the kitchen.

WDP 4LWD 0.128.100 I got the kettle on and moved the handwashing to the airers. Took my medications, with a guzzle of the Peptac, and made a brew. I soon discovered I had a selection of mouth and lip ulcers, that had seemingly come out overnight, the moment I first drank a sip of tea. Argh! Hehe!

WDPH01L2WD 0.128.100 I got the computer going, and started to get the updating done on yesterday’s blog. Oh, dearie me!

Virg 0.128.128 teal

So much for Thursday’s service going down to enable then to improve the internet for us. Swine! Still, to my pleasant finding, it wasn’t for long, and came back on its own volition! That’s an improvement, let’s hope it continues, Mr Fries. (You’ll forgive my lack of confidence?)

The updating was even perverse than usual. The new keyboard layout had joined forces with myasthenia gravis and neurotransmitter failure, to cause me to take longer than ever in the task. But, with blind-hope, p[lodding away and persistence, I did get it done a few hours later. Posted it off, and then needed to go for another Porcelain Throne visit.

WDP 4GLWD 0.128.100 And what a difference to the first visit! Messy, smelly, almost red in colour, a lot of bleeding and the texture was the opposite of one a few hours earlier, it reminded me of a torpedo-shaped bale of red hay? Sorry, but that’s how it was! I considered taking a photo and sending it to the Tate Gallery, they are showing no signs of interest in buying the pictures of my warping legs. Hahaha! I washed up and disinfected the contact points.

6Sat01Back to the kitchen this time. I was getting withdrawal symptoms with only having the one mug of tea. I planned to sip it carefully around the lip ulcers. I got the tea and sipping the brew nice, and slowly I avoided catching most of the sores and enjoyed those first few mouthfuls.

I took a couple of shots through the unwanted and unlike, light & view-blocking, hard to use thick-framed new kitchen windows.

6Sat02aThe Moon, high in the sky tonight

6Sat03Nottinghamians dwellings. Some their own, squatters, a few paid for.

6Sat03aI made a start on this post. And after a few hours, I had to go for Poprcelaoin Throne visit number three! I was well-pleased when it turned out similar to the first one, but with bleeding, not as bad as the last one, mind. The pins (legs) were filling with fluid again. However, Arthur Itis was still being kind to me, which was excellent!

Another hour or so, and it was time for the ablutionalisationing session. Just in case the Blood Angel nurse visits this morning. I’m not expecting her to on a Saturday, but you never know.

I can report that the ablutions went very well. A few dropsies, as is to be expected.

6Sat04Smelling distinctly Dettolish afterwards, I made a mug of tea, and noticed that the moon was still out! And this was around 07:30hrs. Red Sky in the Morning, Shepherds Warning they say. I’ll have a look at the weather forecast. As long as that blustery blowing me about wind stays off, and the Nurse comes early enough if she is calling at all, of course, I may venture into Sherwood.

Mmm, maybe not then, if this forecast is right.

6Sat05

Well, I’ll get on with the Coreldarawing again and try to get some graphic tops done. Everything seems to be working towards stopping me these last few days. I spent many hours getting a few graphics done in advance at last.

When using CorelDraw with this new keyboard, bearing in mind, I was catching many a wrong key with the nerve-end lack of sensitivity problem. I’m not sure which was causing some of the advanced option choices that would appear on the screen, I didn’t know what they were about either! But F12 was getting hit often, and bringing up this:

6Sat12

Beats me! I kept hitting the F12, and still am doing, cause the old keypad had the backspace button in that same position. I’ve had many windows appear, and am totally lost as they all seem too technical for me. Poor old Zeyde!

WD 0.128.100 During the hours-long graphicing, I had a few bad moments. I lost the new SD card when I came to using the camera, I knew full-well where I’d left it, but it wasn’t there. Confused and annoyed with myself, I carried out a search. Down on the knees to look under the computer desk – nope! Went through all the drawers, then my pockets, the kitchen, the bathroom, the hallway and back to the computer. I was sure I had laid the card on the writing pad, I could even remember telling myself not to forget where it was when I put the camera on charge! Gave up, off for a weak dribbling wee-wee, got the kettle on and back to the CorelDrawing.

6Sat13And there it was! On top of not the pad, but the Tunstall Lifeline Emergency box! How I managed to miss seeing it, goes to prove that either Saccade Sandra was getting worse than ever, or, as is more likely, and mental capacity, brain and mind have gone into Defcon One mode, in readiness and preparation for utter failure! Ah, well, I’ve got the funeral all paid for, at cardboard coffin rates!

WD 0.128.100 No nurse called to take the blood. So, it might be on Monday, or Tuesday, or Wednesday, or another day when I’m not in.

6Sat10I got the nosh prepared. Pork pie meat, pate cobs, garden peas, beetroot and chips. It was late, well past my usual head-down time, and I was so tired and brain-drained, by the time I got to eat it, I couldn’t manage it all. But what I did eat was fair-enough taste-wise. A flavour rating of 6.8/10 given. But I was so weary, I felt sure that I’d soon nod-off. I put the plate to soak in the washing-up bowl. And went to the wet room, for a wash while
I still could.

6Sat14WD 0.128.100 I went to take off my second-hand, £2 charity-shop-bought wristwatch, with the £10 new strap and £15 new battery (Humph!) and it was not on the wrist. Mmm, I thought, wonder where that is? Got a rinse and teggies done, then went on a hunt to find the watch. I found it in plain view on the computer desk. Success! But not for long.

WDP 08L02RWD 0.128.100 As I picked it up, the Peripheral neuralgia had an involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance, and the watch flew out of my hand and fell down the back of the furniture! Crabs and Grobblecraps! I waited until my ailing right-sides floundering about had finished. Then got down on all fours to retrieve the cheap, but beloved, timepiece. I felt a burst of joy as I managed to reach and get it, hit my head on the cabinet on the way out from underneath, and spent a good while manipulating my grossly overweight, short, plump, heavily bellied body onto my feet. The chronometer was still working. Phew!

I was really getting wee’d off and felt shattered now.

I got settled in the antique, c1968, rickety, unbalance, none-working, wobbly recliner. Headphones on, and tuned to watch TV… Zzz!

Inchcock Today – Friday 13th December 2019: Humph!

1 Dec 13

2019 ttDec 13

Friday 14th December 2019

Bosnian: Utorak 14 Decembar 2019

01Dec 13

WD 100.20.0 22:35hrs: I woke, to the sound of the dreaded ‘Hum’, and the rain belting against the balcony windows. It was coming through the many gaps in the windows. And dribbling down onto and underneath the wooden slatted base. Where is was gelling with the many fallen from the plastering, powder and crumbs already fallen. Much of it disappearing underneath the slats. I was strangely interested in this and lay watching for a while. My imagination saw the mess under all of the balconies was getting heavier, and eventually, the weight would cause the collapse of a few of them. I knew if this happened, I would be the one on the balcony at the time. Probably, I’d be unlucky enough to survive and have even more pain and pissed-offedness. Then the thought of the upcoming struggle to get an appointment at the Doctors lingered for a few seconds. Then I was annoyed at needing a wee-wee, meaning IO need to get my hog-like, but wobbly body free of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.

The odd mood I woke-up in; meant an end to my moments of uhtceare. With klebenleiben, and clinomania shaken-off, a sort of semi-coherence returned to the brain, and I rose up; onto my feet. Grabbed the stick, and hobbled into the wet room. While I was waiting for the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee to finish, it occurred on me, that Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were all in a good mood with me! Nice!

Off to the kitchen, and turning the light on, the effulgent lighting seemed to piss-off Saccades Sandra, and an inner cascade of jumping colours and unfocussed kitchen parts flashed around. I had to stop where I was until it got less bothersome before moving on. Yet this did not start off Dizzy Dennis at all? No matter, I was pleased about that. I got the kettle on, moved the handwashing onto the airer, took the morning medications and made the brew. Then I gave Arthur Itis’s knees a good rub with the Phorpain gel, maybe it didn’t need it with the joints not playing up, but I thought it an intelligent decision anyway.

WD 100.20.0 Back to the wet room for a heavy-duty evacuation. Oh, dearie me! Bloody, painful and messy. Back to normal then. Haha!

WDP 14LWD 100.20.0 I got on the computer to update the Friday Inchcock Today diary and found that the fingers were giving my mini-quiverings and making typing work very difficult. Ever correcting. But I had no choice other than to keep pressing on. I eventually got it done and posted off to WordPress.

Then went on the TFZer Facebooking. Made a brew and had a look at the current state of the nation, electorally. Not what one would have wanted, but there you are. A lot more results to come in yet, I think.

5Fri01

Thoughts turned to jentacular desires. So I made another brew and had two mint-biscuits. Ah, the good life. Hahaha!

Then I had a look at the WordPress Reader. Then rechecked on the voting.

5Fri02

I had a go at getting some graphics done for the next template. I only got one done, then had to get the ablutions done.

5Fri004

Just a thought, but they used to make use of a machine (1906 -1907) for automatically recording votes, a psephograph (1906 -1907). Too reliable, maybe?

5Fri22

5Fri08I’ll get a clean up then. Back in a bit. I took a snap of the cold outside view. Peaceful looking, idyllic too. Huh!

Well, I had to utilise the Porcelain throne first. No discomfort and no bleeding. The dropsies were not too many (he says trying not to tell you how many), the sock-glide was accident-free! Afterwards, when I was all polished and perfumed ready for dressing, could I find my £2 wristwatch with the £10 strap and £15 battery? I took me ages, so long, I thought I might need another shave by the time I found the watch! Haha!

 

Checked the flat, flapped about, lights, taps etc. looked over. I took the back bags with me to the waste chute when I departed along with the white bag for the recycling bin.

I got down and to the Obersturmbannfhreress, ILC Wardens Control Room and Holding Cell, nibbles issued, and out to the big Winwood Social room. I accepted a few put-downs from Welsh William and had a natter. Moving through the link corridor to the Winchester Court lobby, and waited there along with some other tenants, to avoid the rain, until the bus arrived. The wind and rain greeted us as we left to get to the shelter as the buses came.

5Fri09I had a go on the crosswording en route. Dropping off on Upper Parliament Street. The rain still with us. Straight into the Poundland World, to get some Dettol Lavender and toilet blocks and have a look around. Taking a photograph of the thousands of bits of chewing gum all over the pavement. Humph!

WD 100.20.0 I came out of the store, after being given help on the self serve checkouts, by a kind assistant. The card would not work, and I could not remember the number. Humph! With the trolley and carrier bag holding: Dettol brown (no lavender available). A Pork Farms pork pie, Bloo toilet blocks, Mouthwash and some Orange digestive biscuits (which I had to battle to get from the top shelf, but they are my favourite chocolate biscuits, so I went through pain to attain them. Haha!). Paid cash, thanked the lady for her help, and left.

Out onto Parliament Street in the rain, again.

5Fri10

This chaps driving skill left me shuddering. Foot down and forward, scattering pedestrians!

5Fri11

Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!

5Fri12

Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!

5Fri13

Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!

5Fri14The chewing gum on Clumber Street, where I took some of the above photographs from, sheltered a little from the wind, also had thousands of chewing gum blobs on it. That is if they are discarded masticated bits chewing gum? I assume that is what they are? But I’m not sure.

5Fri15I limped down Clinton Street, observing the expressions. Thus, the mood of the Nottinghamian shop-lifters, muggers, pick-pockets, illegal immigrants, students, drug-pushers, alcoholics, house-breakers, uninsured car owners, TWOCers and the TWOCed, Benefit cheats… Sorry, got carried away there! Anyway, it seemed to me, that there was a general feeling on their mushes, of resignation, acceptance of the inevitable, and a touch of euphobia, perhaps?

5Fri16Down along Long Row and onto Wheeler Gate. To try to find some lavender Dettol at the Poundland store on there. I took this dismal photo of the appallingly messy looking Slab Square, and South Parade. The mood was becoming depressive around the area, and my EQ told me to be wary. Nothing happened, but I put myself in Defence and Desticated mode.

At the self-serve tills, a really kind lady put the things through for me, (she was on duty the last time when I got the sensory nerve-ends problems and kept dropping things, which didn’t endear me to the waiting in the queue, shoppers behind me!). I managed surprisingly to remember the card number! I came out with; Sliced wholemeal cobs, Lavendar Dettol, 5Fri017and mushroom pate. I made sure I told the lady that I appreciated her help, and off out into the rain and increasingly nasty wind outside.

I hobble across the market, and up Queen Street onto Upper Parliament Street, and took this photograph towards the Victoria Centre shopping centre (mall).

5Fri018As I turned to go back down Queen Street, the skies darkened threateningly. No one was at the bus shelter waiting. I got myself underneath the cover of the plastic overhang. A lady joined me, and she was concerned about the L9 being late. As I was explaining about the bus always being late on this run, due to the changeover of 5Fri019drivers. The bus arrived to make me a liar! Hehe!

I had a failed go at the crosswording on the way back. I believe I was the only person to get off of the bus at Winwood Heights.

WD 100.20.0 And it was into the most horrendously high winds I’ve ever suffered. Just getting to the door was a battle to stay on my feet. Luckily the bus stop is now close to Winchester Court, and I entered their lobby and walked through the link passages back to Woodthorpe Court. As I got in my own lift lobby, the warmth of the new Winwood Court was replaced with a colder, drafty Woodthorpe one!

5Fri20WD 100.20.0 Up to the flat, and took an INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-we. I came out of the wet room and saw a note had been put through the letterbox. Oh, Damn! Again, I’d just missed the phlebotomy nurse by five minutes! But no guilt lingered for once. No one had told me when she was due! I had not received any Notification of what my last test results or what the new doses should be! Not from the Sherwood Medical Practice, nor the Anticoagulation Haemostasis and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic either!  BPAFMPOM (Beyond-Pathetic-and-Feeble-Minded-Pissed-off-Mode) engaged)

5Fri21I was in a depression now.

I put the receipts on the computer to use in the morning to update. Got the nosh done. Made some pate and tomato sarnies, the last of the open garden peas and beetroot. As if to point out my change in luck, I took a photo of the plate of fodder. It seems to have drifted off into the ether when I put the images on in the morning! Grumph!

I felt sickened with missing the blood nurse, especially as it was not my fault, but I know I’ll get blamed! The Desticate from my EQ, now becomes clear, why!

Depressed, enervated, annoyed and spiritually incapacitated, I forced myself to do the washing up and handwashing.

Got down in the recliner, and mentally stewed for ages. Sour, bitter, frustrated and gloomy.

So, no change there, then!

Inchcock Today – 11-12th December 2019:

1 Dec 11

Wed-Thurs 11th-12th December 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 11eg – Dydd Iau 12fed Rhagfyr 2019

1500hrs: Wednesday 11th December: I was feeling pretty rough, bilious, and Dizzy Dennis was visiting me regularly. I got sat down, too weary and shaking a bit, to have anything to eat.

I sprang awake around 17:00hrs, in need of a wee-wee. I utilised the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), an SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) variety. And realised that apart from the Dennis and the wobbles, I was feeling a good bit better than I did when I got my head down. So I thought I’d get on the computer, to do a bit on this blog. So when it goes down tomorrow, I’ll not be so far behind when and if it comes back on again after the maintenance work.

I poddled into the kitchen, with Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna being kind to me. The stubbed toe and Duodenal; Donald were a little bothering, but not bad by any means! I hobbled back almost quickly, to fetch the camera when I saw the evening skyline, to take these snaps.

4Thu03

WDPh 01WD 0.0.128A I got back with a mug of tea, to the computer, and made a start, but the keyboard would not let me use the arrow keys. Grumph! I changed the batteries and cleaned it up, and tried again, but no go, now it was sticking every few words I typed! I decided, bravely I thought, to try and get the new keyboard and mouse set up. The bit of 4Thu04paperwork that came with it was ridiculously small! I put the glasses next to them in this photograph, so you can see the size, or lack of size, of the font, used! The new keyboard letters show you how minuscule the printed matter really was! Impossible to read at all! But the advice given me from my cyber-mate in New Mexico was consulted. The thing to plug into the computer was a bit much for the old fart, and I just did not know which hole it should go into!

WDP 02lbWD 0.0.128A So, I gave up. I’ll ask someone tomorrow for guidance. I got the black bags and was taking them out, and knocked on neighbour Malcolm’s door, to ask if he knew about the computer needs. He said he’d wait, while I took the bags, and he did, bless him. But, on my way back and getting into the flat, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis both had a go at me! Poor Malc was taken aback by it! Mind you, so was I!

WDP 4GLWD 0.0.128A The chap spent ages trying to get it sorted, without any success. He checked the batteries in both machines, they were alright. He son found the right slot for the card to go in on the computer for me. Then, the Norton came up with a message, telling me it needed to restart the computer, to enable it to solve a problem? I made the box small, down to the tray to sort out the current problems first. Malcolm tries to read the print on the leaflet, but there was no chance. Everything should be working, and when he turned the keyboard on, the green light kept going off. Not that it was working with the light lit or off! He advised me to ring Amazon in the morning. But the green light kept disappearing each time after a few seconds. Oh, dearie me! I thanked him for his time and effort, and off he trotted.

WDP 001 LaWD 0.0.128A I opened the Norton box, and clicked on Yes! The computer closed and opened, and I was presented with having to sign in again! Of course, I put in the wrong password, so had to press the Having Difficulty button, and go through a right palava! They sent an email with how to reset the password. The neurotransmitters sensory nerve-damaged fingertips were making mistakes all the time… I was getting all het-up, and Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun kept putting in an appearance. Gawd knows how, but I got it finished and then realised, I’d just used the keyboard!

So, I got on with this blog, before trying a restart again, praying that the keyboard would start again this time… Fingers crossed, here goes… Phew! All working!

This keyboard has things in different places, it’ll take a while to get used to. Too late for me to do any graphicalisationing now!

As I stood up to leave the computer, Dizzy Dennis had another little go at me.

Then I got settled in the second hand, c1968, recliner and began to watch a film on the TV. At the first commercial break, I nodded off.

Nice!


1 Dec 12

2019 ttDec 14

Thursday 12th December 2019

Hungarian: 2019. December 12, Csütörtök

5Fri01

01Dec 12

WDP10L02R WD 200.0.0 I woke-up, remembered I’d not emailed Jane & Pete about not coming, it was election day, the stomach was grinding away. Dizzy Dennis was affecting me even as I was laid-out on the £300 second-hand, rusty, rickety, sometimes working, ramshackle recliner. I was sweating with almost slimy skin. Coughing and Tight Chest Charlie was back again.

As soon as I rearranged parts of the gruesomely flabby bouncing stomached body to get up, Arthur Itis kicked into a pain-giving mode, and I needed a wee-wee! The balance wasn’t outstanding as I made my way to the wet room. Considering that I had nothing to eat or drink last night, the wee-wee surprised me with being of the LHLBS (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting-Splashback) mode.

4Thu09

Off to the kitchen, and got the kettle on. Got the handwashing, done, wrung and hung to dry. Took the medications, rubbed in some Phorpain Gel on the knees. I got the kettle boiling again, and almost retook the pills, Phew! That was close.

WDP 02LWD 200.0.0 Off to the Porcelain Throne. Another just-in-time visit! I mentioned earlier about my not feeling too good, and having no nosh last night, so where the megaton-torpedo I passed came from, I don’t know? Painful, messy, but no bleeding. I wonder if there is an institute or help-line on this subject? Hahaha! Got a wash and contact points antisepticised, and to the kitchen and replaced the tea that had gone cold replaced.

To the computer, to update and start today’s on the same draft or draught, I think? The new keyboard was catching me out a bit here and there. (A lot really, with the Autonomic nerves putting in their half-penn’orth, and Succades Sandra blinking and twitching all over the room) it was a hard slog to get done).

I went to make another brew and got sorting the bags of treats for Sister Jane & Pete in the kitchen. As I was brewing, I snapped the morning moon when it came out.

WDP 4RWD 200.0.0 WD 200.0.0A Back to the wet room for a wee-wee, and what a release it was. A BOBSLTTFY (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived-Then-Trickling-For-Yonks) type. By the time I had finished, I’d forgotten what I was going to do next! Humph! Then, it had to happen, of course, I turned away from the bowl, and stubbed my toe on the metal raiser-legs, this caused a slight loss of balance. So,l I picked up the body-spray can, the Germoloid tube, the crossword book and dermatitis cream. The pen, I’ll have a look for again later on. Schlemiel!

WDP 13LI pressed on with the blogging. But, no time for any graphicalisationing yet, time to get the ablutionalisationing done.

WD 200.0.0 Well, well, well, and by gum, that was a record session. Unfortunately, for dropsies. I’m finding it hard to think of something that I didn’t drop! Cut shaving, banged my shoulder on the hand-rail, and hit my forehead on the doorframe. Ah, well! The legs still looked a little pot-marked.

I got the black bag made up and a recycling big box (keypad set carton) to go down with me. I dropped them off and Stewart came to give me a hand. Then I continued to the Polling station, which was in the Winwood Court big social room, but blocked off, and access was via the fire escape outside. So, out I went in the cold, and it was cold too! I was going to take a photo of the iced-up car windows, but I’d not taken the camera with me. Shlimazel.

5Fri004WD 200.0.0A I got out, shivered and coughed, then to the polling area fire-escape door entrance. And proceeded to trip-up over the raised step while manoeuvering the three-wheeler and my bulk into the place! Tsk! A lady election aficionado came to my assistance. We had a laugh, which did not go down too well with other pollster-voters behind me, so I buttoned the lip.

On the way back to the flat, I called in the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators) holding cell and interview room, office. Mini-natter, and out and on back to the apartment. The sneezing started again.

Got in and made a brew. Got the handwashing done, wrung and hung. Then got on CorelDraw to at last try to make some graphics. Minutes later, Sister Jane rang, they (Jane & Pete) were on their way. (And, she said, bringing back with them, what bit is left of the valuables and money that xyrophobia-suffering, lock-breaking, ‘Have-it-away-if-yer-not-looking’, drone user, Brother-in-Law Pete lifted from the flat while I was in the hospital.)

Jane & Pete arrived. Despite fears of my passing on germs to them, we had a super visit. Many laughs, reminiscences and three-way gossiping. I was a bit wonky in balance, but it didn’t phase anyone. (Looking back, I was a little ashamed that I didn’t make them a brew, Tsk!)

They had been in touch with Pete Chambers & Tammy in Hong Kong. On WhatsApp? For some reason, they do not use email or Facebook. Jane showed me some great photo’s they’d sent. I asked Pete if he could send them to me on email, which he did later. Here they are:

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4Thu10Great photo’s, taken by their daughter Debbie. Got me feeling a touch sad at my not seeing them for real, but glad to see them doing well.

Pete fetched the partial-remainder of the stolen loot and valuables from his car. By Gawd, he’d been spending! Hehe!

He told me to keep them safe and insisted on his knowing where I was putting them. Making sure he knew how to gain access to them, for when I kick the bucket. I handed the treats carrier bags over to Pete. They were both heavy, the booze you see, without Wine, they get very morose. Hehehe

A few hours later, and they went off to visit another relative, in Mapperley. I got my coat on and joined them, intending to walk to the Doctor’s to book an appointment to tell Dr Vindla about the Saccades Sandra, biliousness and the increased Dizzy Dennis problems.

They let me check the flat unhindered, as I looked at taps, lights etc. to be on the safe side. (I may have OCD?)

4Thu12Then, half-way along Chestnut Walk in the rain, I was getting sodden wet through and chickened out of going on the hobble. I told Jane, we said our farewells and I got back inside, through the Winwood Court entrance, along the link passage, and into Woodthorpe Court. Up to the flat, and dried off! More stuff on the airers to dry!

I got the meal made and served up. I must cut down on the cheesy-potatoes, God they make the washing up a hard job! Haha!

4Thu11The Aldi smoked chicken slices were great. Tomatoes a little bland, but then again, they are out of season and Spanish so what should I have expected. The garden peas with demerara sugar were superb tasting. The beetroots well cooked and not too hard. The Morrison Cox’s apples were bruised and soft though. The cheesy-spuds were okay, but I’d not mixed them enough. Overall, a flavour rating of 7/10.

5Fri003 WD 200.0.0 I was doing the washing up and had to nip to the toilet. The wee-wee was a long one of the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) variety. And Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding. So, a clean-up and the application of the Germaloid Cream was needed. The legs looked a bit easier blotch-wise.

WD 200.0.0 When I got back to the kitchen, I found that I had left the hot water tap running again! Whatta-Plonker! Finished the pot-washing, moved the handwashing to the airer, passed-wind, and got settled in the rickety recliner.

Where I spend hours, mind-musing, recalling memories of my youth, fretting over the Saccades Sandra problem, coughing, regretting, bemoaning, sneezing, stewing over failures, regretting decisions and routes taken, and at some time, I must have nodded off!

 

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 11th December 2019: Poorly, Plutonian and pitiful day! Hey-ho!

1 Dec 11

2019 ttDec 11

Wednesday 11th December 2019

Portuguese: Quarta-Feira 11 Dezembro 2019

01Dec 11

22:00hrs: Woke up early, but then again I fell asleep early, too. The Hum, the droning grinding, piss-offing, tormenting wind-like howling sound was the loudest as I can ever remember it being. At one stage it sounded like an old tube radio that had been left on full volume, and the station had gone off the air! Argh! I later found a map of ‘The Hum’ reported locations. The UK seems to be getting the worst of it… nothing new there! They say only 6% of the population can hear it. Lucky sods those who can’t!

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I rose with ease, got the stick and went for a wee-wee. Which turned out to be a rare PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode. However, the EQ cautioned me to fetch the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-wee-Bucket) into the front room near the computer. Because things felt a little out-of-order in the urination-storage tank department this morning, and I felt sure it would be well-used later on.

I abandoned the comfort of the £300, second-hand, c1968, abhorrent, nauseous beige-coloured, rickety recliner, rose on my feet and grabbed the four-pronged walking stick. Yet again the balance was reasonable, no Shaking Shaun, no Dizzy Dennis, the right-side Peripheral neuralgia seemed calm, too. The finger-end failing sensory neurotransmitters were shaking the fingers, but I would never have known without looking at them. This later made my brewing-up a mug of tea interesting. Only Duodenal Donald was in a bad mood at this moment.

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I took a couple of pictures of the moon.

Into the kitchen, and got the kettle on. Took the medications, dropped the jammies pants and massaged some Phorpain Gel into Arthur Itis’s knees. Had a swig or two of the pathetically inept, picayune, Peptac ulcer medicine. Made the tea, then went back to the front room and to get the computer on.

I seemed to be doing well manoeuvrability wise. Amour-Propre-Mode-Adopted!

Got on with finalising the Tuesday Inchcock. Despite the finger-end insensitivity to touch, I got it finished in record time! That sounds impressive, doesn’t it? Truth is, I only had one last photograph to go on, so that saved the time, not me. Hehehe! I got it sent off to Facebook. Then went on the WordPress Reader. Some excellent posts and photographicalisations on today.

Next, I visited the TFZer Facebook page for a couple of hours.

I went on to make some graphics and tomorrow’s template. (4 hours!) That took a while. The nerveless fingers are playing up. Then I got some bags of treats ready in case Sister Jane and Brother-in-Law Pete call tomorrow. (That’s the same xyrophobia-suffering, philargyrist Brother-in-Law Pete), who broke the recliner and stole my valuables on the pretence of keeping them safe, while I was in the hospital stroke ward.

WD 0.30.0B I got the black bags made-up and taken to the waste chute at the other end of the floor’s lift lobby. Coming back out of the cubby-hole, Dizzy Dennis attacked! A bad one, I had to wait for ten minutes or so, before I dare walk back to the flat. I realised later that I was looking down the chute just before Dennis visited? I was feeling a lot better as I got through the flat door.

WD 0.30.0B Out of the blue, I had to rush to the wet room, I was bilious. I cleaned the porcelain up, but did not move, I sat down on the throne, I was still feeling a tad nauseous. No more bother, so I went and made a mug of tea, to try and get rid of the horrid taste in my throat from the spewing up. I also took some Peptac.

WDA 0.30.0 I got the ablutionalisationing done. A few dropsies, a couple of little tiny cuts shaving, but the worst, was a painful left foot big toe stubbing! The legs were a tad rougher again, no walking you see!

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Dizzy Dennis decided for me, I would give up on the computerisationing and cleaning I’d planned. Another heavy bout of the dizzies, during which I clouted my shoulder against the door frame. I decided to stop everything and just sit down in the none-working Brother-in-Law knackered recliner. Writing this, reminded of the visit tomorrow. The radio said it could be -2° in the morning. And how I was feeling, I may ask them to leave calling until another time. Then, the sneezing started!?!? I soon fell asleep. Dreaming of a cat named Loki, playing in deep snow with me.

WD 0.30.0B I shot awake a couple of hours later, and somehow thought of the Global-Liberty Virgin Media shit-head boss, who is cutting the service on Friday for about 5-6 hours! This forced me to get up and back on the computer. I wanted to finish this early, so I could get some template graphics from the web before it goes down. As Virgin put it: We’re doing some important maintenance work in your area – We know how important it is for your brilliantly fast and reliable Virgin Media services… Hang on! I’ll double-check that; Yep, Brilliantly fast and reliable Virgin Media service? Hahahahahahaha! Wackerplonkers!

There was no need for meal-making tonight, I couldn’t face one. I did have a drink of Orange Juice and nibbled a few nuts, but now as I settle to do CorelDrawing work, the stomach is grinding now! I may have caught a bug. Tsk!

I changed my mind, I thought I’d close this and post it off now. Then if I do fall asleep and wake up with no internet service, it will be done first. Fingers crossed!

TTFN

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 10th December 2019: Liberty-Global Virgin Media service, derisory!

1 Dec 10

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Tuesday 10th December 2019

Afrikaans: Dinsdag 10 Desember 2019

01Dec 10

WDP 08L02bWD 60.25.0 22:30hrs: Woke up, climbed out of the £300, second-hand recliner, hobbled-gingerly for a wee-wee, feeling dizzy. Found that I’d left the hot water tap running, and stubbed my toe against the shower chair. A good start! The balance was fair enough as I got up, but the saccade made my getting to the wet room a little precarious. I was walking into and banging against walls, doorframes etc. a little too often for my liking. Of course, it may not be the eyes, I imagine there is a change that it will be a combination of the saccade and the peripheral neuropathy’s autonomic nerves, not getting the distances right, or failing to tell the brain? But I’m only guessing. Very unsettling when this happens, which is every day, but for differing lengths of time, from a few seconds to hours. This morning’s appearance was a gleefully short one. Phew!

2Tue04While in the wet room, I gave Arthur Itis’s knees a good rubbing with the Phorpain Gel, even though he was not giving much hassle, I thought this was an empirically wise decision. (Arthur can be so changeable, Haha!) I believe my doing this energetic applying, seem to have brought a bit of colour back into the legs, too. The varicose, tibial and spider veins. The clopidogrel maculations were all hiding away under the skin? Indeed, the legs looked almost normal! The ailments other than these were all being calm at this moment. (But, give them time!) In fact, the legs even looked practically the same size; a rarity for my pins! Which was most acceptable, to me!

WD 60.25.0 When I got to the kitchen, I became aware of the windy, howling, droning noise from all around the building. This is something that affects a lot of people in the country. But the question of what is causing it gets many different answers.

I had a go at a ‘Night-Panorama’ photographicalisationing, despite the bitterly cold biting wind hitting me right in the mush, and rainwater dripping on my head, as I opened the unwanted, light & view-blocking new window, and trapped my finger. A hero, I know! Hehehehe! I came out a bit better than yesterday’s, so I put it on parlayed. So you can see all the pretty lights that we Nottinghamian’s up at the mysterious humming, droning noise surroundings, of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, can view. With windows that cannot be reached to wash, only one lift working, a fire alarm I cannot hear, and a leaking hot water tap! The dwellings inmates believe it emanated from somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole. We believe it slipped into our universe, through a tear in the fabric of space & the black-hole of the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, depression, & hallucination, replete! Just thought I’d mention it, like.

2Tue02

It’s cold in the flat, yet the new super-storage heaters that nobody knows how to set correctly, are all on? Ah, yes, it’ll be the windows letting in the wind through the designer holes and gaps. Humph! I got on the computer and started to do the Tuesday post updating.

WD 60.25.0 And guess what? Thank You, Mr Fries!

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2Tue05WDP 4LI just had to abandon the computerisationing, and went and got the handwashing done. I was feeling dejected. About the internet’s, farce and unreliability. With the assistance of the ineptitude of that obnoxious, overpaid, swine of a Steven Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice-Chairman of Liberty-Global Virgin media the international television and broadband company, that in my experience, only BT are worse than.

WD 60.25.0f A reet cockup of an Accifauxpa when I was emptying the bowl. The bloody Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing kicked off – it couldn’t have done it at a worse time either! I had to use the right hand because of the weight of the bowl, the neurotransmitter failed to inform the brain, the dancing started, and somehow or other, I managed to drop the bowl of soapy water over me, the floor and the waste bins! I had the four-pronged stick to hand and clung onto the sink unit. Eventually, as the idiopathic dancing died down, I stepped away from the sink, stick in hand, skidded on the water, 2Tue11ended up (Luckily as it turns out) going over and landing on the black bags! Which broke my fall, and kept me out of the water a bit. Gorrit all done and sorted, and felt pretty good at coping with it. I leant out of the window (I’ll be bungee jumping again at this rate!) and took this photo of Chestnut Walk and area, below. Then changed into dry clothing. Humph!

WD 60.25.0 There’s still no internet!

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2Tue08I decided to get the peas seasoned with salt and demerara sugar and into the saucepan.

WDP 03LWD 60.25.0f A bit of a gaff when I was opening the can of peas, regrettably. These Morrison’s garden peas, I’d forgot about them not having ring-pull openers. So I had to use the 2Tue10dangerous and tin and flesh-tearing qualities, tin-opener!

The potatoes seasoned with just light Soy sauce. The Chestnut mushrooms were cut in the tomato slicer, and in the pan with balsamic and distilled vinegar and a drop of Balsamic vinegar. But they never taste strong. They might make me a liar yet though, I’m leaving them to marinate in their individual flavourings, for hours!

I tried the internet again and Yee-Hee! It was back on, but, slow!

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But at least I could crack on with the updating again! A hard slog, but at least the fingertips autonomic nerves were only occasionally playing up. Else it might have taken until about mid-October 2025 to get it done. Haha!

I was feeling a little parsimonious with my thoughts of any goodwill to all men, and a smidge downhearted. As phlyarologists go, I must be due an award of some sort soon, surely?

But I got the post sent off, went on Pinterest, WordPress Reader and the TFZer Facebook page.

I had a check to see if the Amazon keyboard is likely to arrive soon. But it was still far away according to the tracker. So I decided to pay the ILC’s Interview and Interrogation cell room a visit. I had some jars with lids for Sturmscharfhreress, Warden Julie. And some cream cakes for them. I got the cakes from the fridge. And picked up the books and DVDs for the charity table.

Then made my way down in the lift. Both elevators now working again, by the way. A lady got off to post a card for someone. I held the door for a few seconds until she returned to the cage. We had little chinwag (Nice!), and down and along the link passage. I could see the rain and wind outside, Brrr! No answer to my tap on the cell door, lights were off. So I dropped the freebies at the table in the big Social Room. Had a chat with one of the new residents, and handed jar with a lid to the new gal for Julie as I passed by the Kamp Commandants Office. Haha!

2Tue12Back along the Winwood Court part of the link-passage, and out of the warmth, through the end swipe door, into the chilly, nae, twas a cold Woodthorpe Court lift lobby.

I checked the food, and with imminent expectations of the Keyboard arriving anytime soon, I turned down the heat on the saucepans. I didn’t want to start eating and have to accept the box while doing so.

1Mon 01I had another check on the Amazon Tracker. Not that I want it in a hurry or anything, just nice to know so that I can plan the meal.

I had a look at the local news on the web.

  • Thieves broke into a Nottingham home and stole two high-value vehicles from the drive. The victim’s Range Rover and Aston Martin were stolen, along with watches and jewellery from the property, near the Queens Medical Centre. In Nottingham? How surprising!
  • An odd-job man was caught with a blade, cannabis and stolen identity papers – including one of a young woman. The offences led to a nine-week prison term, suspended for a year, for Sylvester Kaminski. A nine-week prison term, suspended for a year? That’ll scare him into going legit – I bet!

 

I had to stop reading the local newspaper site, as I could smell a strong aroma of mint, and had to investigate the cooking on the stove!

2Tue13I had to turn off all the pans on the stove, or the food would have been burnt by the time I get around to preparing and eating it. It still might be. I’m unsure about if they will stand reheating when it come to my roasting the Maple BBQ Pork Loin Steaks? The use-by-date on the packet is for today.

After doing another check on Amazon Tracker. Oh, some good news (I think), the driver is only nine-drops away!

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I got the lamb in the oven on a low light (heat), then I popped back on the TFZer Facebooking.

The delivery arrived, with the chap looking a little frazzled around the edges, so I gave him a mini bottle of wine, offered the seasons greetings, and told him not to drink it while he was driving and farewell! It cheered hime up anyway, that was te plan.

2Tue14I got down to the serious task of preparing and serving the nosh. It proved to be worth all the extra washing up. And, I got the seasoning right for once. A Flavour Rating of 9.2 for this one! The the Maple BBQ Pork Loin Steaks tasted just great, spot-on! Mushrooms and garden peas, beetroot and the potatoes all good. Even the Spanish slicing tomatoes were juicy. (Bit of a surprise there!)

WDP sleepLWashed-up, and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, to watch some TV.

Zzzz!

 

Inchcockski: Mon 9 Dec 2019: Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, and an embarrassingly timed Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, ruined the day!

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Monday 9th December 2019

Swedish: Måndag 9 December 2019

01Dec 09

23:55hrs: I opened my Saccades-ridden eyes, and life looked like an old flickering early movie in colour! I needed a wee-wee but left it until the eye-jumping had died down before attempting to move. By then, the Porcelain Throne was also in demand.

Extracting my bulky but blubbery body-mass from the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner and off to the wet room, was unusual in its ease and speed. I’d got into and onto the throne, before it dawned on me, just how I’d hobbled with such ease! The evacuation was as good as they come, there was little bleeding, hardly any pain, and the cistern coped with the torpedo-shaped and sized waste first flush! I washed the dandies, wiped the contact points with antiseptic disinfectant and off (rather nimbly for me too) to the kitchen.

I and got the camera on the legs, which were looking like someone else’s this morning Hehe! They had lost many of their bulges, lumps and blotches. The varicose, spider and saphenous veins could hardly be seen! I couple of new blood-papsules coming up, mind.

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Flipping pale this Monday! One leg still retained a lot more fluid than the other. But the most astonishing things were that I found, was Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Back-Pain-Brenda, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald, were all but painless at the moment! No wonder I was moving about so well! However, my EQ told me, I would soon become irritated and hassled about something? There are times this gift of a high EQ, can be so disturbing! Humph!

1Mon 01WD 51.51.153 WD 51.51.153a Then I opened the unwanted and unliked, light & view-blocking window to take a shot of the rather prettily-lit view. And the wind nearly blew me backwards! The window blew in and clouted me on the shoulder. I would have dropped the camera, but for having the camera wrist strap on! Boy, it was vicious!

It was a little early to take the medications yet. I made a brew, and an unexpected blotch of enthusiasm to get the blog updating done came. I assumed due to the Winwood Court photographing taken yesterday, ad the knowledge that it will be a long grind getting them in, with the right-hand’s sensory nerve-ends dying, and getting a little worse each day. So, with determination, I took the brew and got on the computer.

WD 51.51.153 But:

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I waited a while, thinking it might come back on… Fool! I turned off the computer, then back on, and the internet came on with it, but it was so slow! I made a start and downloaded the camera SD card to the Photograph folder.

WD 51.51.153 Then tried to upload to WordPress, and…

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I pressed the much-used, probably the most used button on the Virgin box worldwide, the reset button. I had the same trouble with BT years ago, that’s why I moved to Virgin. What a ‘Mistaka-to-maka!’

I turned the computer then the Virgin box off altogether. Made another brew, took the medications, passed-wind and returned to the computer. I turned back on everything and waited as the Liberty-Global Virgin Media box failed to ignite any activity with the internet. A good fifteen minutes later, I pressed the dreaded rest button again on the V-box.

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Just like that, twenty minutes later, I got the signal back! The slow signal!

WDP 08L02bWD 51.51.153 Then, I realised with it going down in the first place, it hadn’t saved any of my work already done! I was well miffed, peeved-off and feeling in-the-dumps, now! I assume this incident is what the EQ was warning me of? I hope so anyway, I can’t take any more adiaphorous activity!

WD 51.51.153 I stupidly started on this blog, totally forgetting about updating the Sunday post! What a schlimazel!

So, I belatedly started the Sunday updating. Umph! It had taken me six-hours with all the internet connection problems, to get the post finalised. Irritable would be the word for how I felt!

I went on the WordPress reader, and put some stuff on the TFZer FacebookinWDP 4GRg. Got carried away and the time is flying by after the bad start. Thank you, Mr Fries!

WD 51.51.153 I was doing some graphicalisationing, well, about to begin, and…

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Argh!!! So I got the things ready and got the ablutionalisationing done. Humph!

T’was a grand session. Dropsies only five! Oh, Yes! No toe-stubbing. No shaving cuts, or sock-glide injuries either! I didn’t even drop the soap! All spruced up and dressed. Got the black bags made and off to the waste chute.

WD 51.51.153 Bit of a Dizzy Dennis en route back to the flat. I’ve noticed I get them often when I am bending forwards or looking down? I made up the recycling bag and took it with me on the way out. I met Stewart, the caretaker, and he took it from me to take to the bin for me. Nice of him, that was!

1Mon04WD 51.51.153 Checked for things missed, not done or done that shouldn’t have been in the flat (several times, Huh!) and down the lift to the large Winwood Social Room. It took a while, as there is only the one lift working again!

I dropped some stuff off at the ILC Holding cell an office, and went in the big room and got the crossword book out.

WD 51.51.153 Young, Welsh William walked in on his way back to his flat, and quipped, as he saw me crosswording, “Ah, you’re trying to look intelligent, don’t bother!” Hehehe! This, for some reason, set-off a panic attack; “Am I going out when a delivery is expected today?” I had no option but to walk all the way back through Windwood to Woodthorpe Court, back up the one elevator and into the apartment to check on the Google calendar when the delivery was due. Time was getting short of catching the bus… I discovered the deliveries are both for tomorrow. Phew! Then I had to hasten back down and along Chestnut Way to the bus stop! All this palava, to get a sourdough baguette, Haha!

1Mon05I joined the huddle of Winwoodonians at the shelter, as the buses were due to arrive. Luckily they were both a couple of minutes late. The Arnold-bound bus arrived, and 90% of the gang got on this one. The City-bound one came afterwards, and we piled on it. I only rode up 1Mon06the hill for about three bus stops and got off near Woodborough Road. I got off and walked along to the Aldi store. The sun was intense but had no heat with it this afternoon.

1Mon07As I was going into the shop, I had a dizzy spell again. Getting a bit regular these are, Mmm!

As I got inside and went to get a basket to use, this is the scene I noticed, near the entrance. Naughty! Fire extinguishers were inaccessible behind the shopping thingies! I started the shopping by going to the Sourdough baguettes. Then bread thins, tinned garden peas, Cox’s apples, small potatoes, some packs of cooked meats, cashew nuts, and went to the checkout.

WD 51.51.153 Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun attacked as I was in the queue. Then, while I was being served, I had to suffer the embarrassment of a rather forceful version of the right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance! It was a short one but left me feeling a little vague. I cannot recall anything until I had got outside. I found the receipt in the bag. So I must have paid, Haha!

1Mon09

I walked along to Mapperley Rise, passing the old car showrooms, that had been used as a Garden Centre, and was seemingly now being used by an Arthur Daley copycat? I cannot recall taking these two photographs at all? All looking very like an Edward Heath enterprise to me? Haha!

WD 51.51.153 The head was clearing of confusion; until I got on the hill going down to Sherwood. Then I started going all dizzy and feeling out of it again. Keeping my balance was nigh-on impossible as I clung on to the trolley for grim life, but it wasn’t any help this time. I had the nouse to just stop, which was not easy on one of Nottingham’s steepest hills with uneven paving! I just leant against a wall for half-an-hour or so, until I felt well and brave enough to continue hobbling precariously (and ultra-slowly) down to the flats.

WDP 02LcRThere may be a clue as to the problems like this. I was going downhill, looking down when this took place? The same last month, with the falls, although in the flat. I was looking down both times when I toppled forwards and onto the deck?

I did notice that as I got to the flats along Chestnut Walk, I felt a lot more like myself, and the dizzies cleared altogether as I got on the flat bit of the road? The Doctor’s for me, I’ll make an appointment tomorrow, if I can get through on the phone, and if I can hear what the receptionist is saying. It might be best to use the email?

1Mon09aAnother mystery photograph I found on the SD card. Taken I think, on Mapperley Rise?

I got in the flats and limped through the linking corridors and Winwood Court, into the lift lobby. Still only the one lift working, but no one was around, and I was soon up in the flat, and off for an SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) wee-wee, and anointed the Arthur Itis knees with loads of well-rubbed-in Phorpain gel.

1Mon11A lot of bumph had been posted while I was out. As I bent to pick them up (the picker stick has broken, a new one needed desperately – but who keeps forgetting – Inchcock does, the fool!), it occurred to me, I was stooping and reaching out, and no signs of any Dizzy Dennis bother? This pu1Mon09bzzled me, as I bet it will the medics, too!

Washed, and got the goods stored away. I got some potatoes in the saucepan, on the boil. Then got the Dagwood sarnies made up. On the bread thins that I’d bought. I used the tomato slicer on a red and the black tomatoes used. Adding generous slices of cooked turkey and adding some onion-salt. Opened a can of 1Mon10garden peas adding demerara sugar). Put some beetroot on the plate. A lemon-curd yoghourt on the tray, a cox’s apple and a bottle of fresh orange juice.

I prayed that the appetite would stay with me! (It did too!)

WDPT02LAdded the evening doses of medications, and a swig of the ineffective, wishy-washy, impuissant medicines. This repast was served up and got enthusiastically ingurgitated. With no dizzies! All gobbled up with relish! Flavour Rating: 6.25/10 given.

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Xyrophobia Pete: posting his pools off before he won the £658,000 last August

I washed the pots up (No hand-washing again, idle git!). And settled down in the recliner. The one that xyrophobia-suffering, con-man and Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, and erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet seven-months later). Of course, I’ll never get them all back, he’s given some of the money to charity, and that he’s banked will not be returned I suppose. Tsk!

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I opted for one of my all-time favourite films to watch on the DVD; Inspired from (Genius) H.G. Wells’ 1901 novel ‘The First Men In The Moon’. It was made I think, in 1964. I can certainly recall watching it at the cinema when it came out. Lionel Jeffries played his part to perfection all the way through. The entertainment value, memory provoking, and desire to go back and do things right this time, were all activated!

It brought back recollections of a young Meadow’s (Medders) lass, who I went to the cinema with, Caroline. We went to see it at the now long gone, Gaumont Cinema in Nottingham. I had to fork-out 7/- (3/6d each – 17½p) to get us in!  Ahh, memories. I looked up the current prices at the Showcase cinema today, £8.80 to £9.75. How 17½p are in that total? I’d work it out if I knew how to.

No falling asleep watching this one! As it finished, I did dose-off. But kept waking up for a few times, (four or five at least- Humph!) before giving up, and getting up.

Inchcockski – Sunday 8th December 2019: Far less mingent activity today, Hehe!

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Sunday 8th December 2019

Maltese: Il-Ħadd 8 ta ‘Diċembru 2019

01Dec 08

23:15hrs: I woke to find the brain clinomania affected. Slowly, dilatorily turning from a deep sleep, into a mock-activation mode. At least the brain was working: ‘Josie’s meal to do today’, Ocado delivery twixt 0600 > 0800hrs’. It didn’t get far, as the need for a wee-wee arrived, and this meant the moving of the flobby-bellied yet rhinoceros-sized short tubby body, from the £300, c1968, rickety recliner.

WD 250.0.250 Argh! A brand new pain was stinging me, the right side of the chest and shoulder. No idea what it is, but most likely I’d been sleeping in some sort of warped, bent position. Getting up was more manageable today, and I’d left the four-pronged walking stick handily next to the Ottoman. (Why can’t I always do this?)

Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on and took the medications with some orange juice. I got the hiccups pretty bad, which lasted for half an hour or so, then stopped? The chest and shoulder were still aching sharply. Made the brew and off to the computer.

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This made things go slower than ever. At times it would not let me upload any photographs, or just froze for differing lengths of time. Gribble-Crap! But, I had a banal persistent in me this morning and pressed on. Moaning and grumblingly, I admit! Hours later, I got the post finalised, Phew, worra struggle! Thanks, Mr Fries!

The wee-wees were persistent, all of the WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) mode. I sent some pictures to Pinterest, then went on the WordPress Reader. Next, on to the TFZer Facebooking.

Nearly time to get the ablutions done, and the EQ was telling me to expect problems.

WDP 13LWD 250.0.250 I had to stop suddenly on the computerisationing when Saccades Sandra started off. There was no way I could cope with typing and or the screen flashing. The loss of eye-control was a little unnerving. Vision blurring badly as the eye-nerves were sending and twitching then every which way! I had concerns about risking shaving now. But I’ll give a cautious try. Off to the wet room, I doddered.

WDP08LWell, if ever I deserved a few moments of Inner-Smugness, it was after doing the ablutionalisationing! It went amazingly well! Dropsies, only four, toothbrush, razors (2) and unfortunately, a bottle of disinfectant when I was cleaning up afterwards, and it split open (plastic bottle). But no bother to clean up, although it was too early to use the shower cause of the noise. So I took water from the sink and rinsed it away, and dried the liquid with paper towels, using my left foot. So I didn’t have to go down on my knees and get stuck down there again. (No nurses to come to save and rescue me today, Haha!) No teeth-cleaning cuts, no shaving cuts! Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding! Fair enough, I did get the odd bruise out of the Sock-Glide usage!

7Sun01WD 250.0.250 After I’d got the socks on, I realised that the left leg had more water-retention than the right one. But, I soon had a message from my EQ, and all became clear as to why this had happened. It has to be the Peripheral neuropathy’s Synapse, (The area between nerve cells or neurons that transmits nerve impulses that are dying) are not getting the messages to the brain? This would explain the legs, almost several times a day changes? In degrees of the Clopidogrel, Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis (DVT), and iliac, femoral, and varicose vein conditions? Oh, I love it when I can get a chance to sound knowledgable and intelligent. I’d be lost without the internet, yer know. Hehehe!

WD 250.0.250 The chest and shoulder pains are still with me. Tsk! I meandered with the stick into the kitchen to make another brew, and the intercom lit up. It was the Ocado delivery man. I gathered the returnable carrier bags and went to the door as he arrived. The chap put them in the hallway for me, we had a friendly litt7Sun02le short natter – but I’d not the hearing-aids in, so I’m not sure what we spoke about, but he laughed, so I did, as he departed. I took the bags one at a time into the kitchen and put the kettle on again, and took a photo of the delivery after I’d emptied the packages, and laid the nosh out, then realised there was no paperwork or email with details to check if anything is missing or not with? Ah, well! Here are some snaps I took of the products I purchases, including some luxury items for Julie and myself.

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The message on the smoked Haddock had made me smile. ‘Atlantic Dyed Smoked Haddock Fillets’ I should hope they have died! Oh, I am a clot at times! Hahaha!

7Sun08WD 250.0.250 I noticed that the Scilician black tomatoes had ‘Fully Recyclable Packaging written on the box. Minutes later, I turned and saw the recyclable tomato bag actually moving to the hot mug of tea, and clinging around the mug, for dear life! I had a job pulling it off without spilling the tea, but I coped with it. ‘Smug-Mode-Engaged’ again!

7Sun12WDPH01L3I had a quick bash on the TFZer Facebook site, before getting Josie’s dinner cooked. Chickpeas in tomato-puree and passata. Two pieces of smoked Haddock, beetroot, cheesy-potatoes, sliced tomatoes, crispy onions, mushrooms and a Limoncello dessert, with a few nibbles, and a Black Tomato for her to have later in the week. Oh, and a can of Gin & Tonic. We had a quick natter and she let me take the photograph as I delivered the meal.

Then back to the flat and to the Porcelain Throne. A messy, bloody, painful, but usual evacuation. Had a wee-wee, and got the camera, and set off on a photographicalisationing visit to the Winwood Court rooftop leisure centre.

7Sun26Out, down in the lift, along through the snuggly-warm link-passage, and into the new, heated, rubber floored, gleamingly clean elevator, and up to the fourth floor. I like the commanding voice of the lift messages in these lifts, I can’t understand a word she is saying, but the tone is enough. Hehe!

Out of the elevator, into the free of any tellurians, beautiful, warm, snug-as-a-bug social room. I have yet to meet any residents in here, or on the rooftop, either. No, I tell a fib, I dd see a mother and daughter inspecting the place once, but mother turned it down.

WD 250.0.250 I pressed the big open button to the alfresco roof seating area, and the wind made the trolley go backwards into the knees! It was that strong! I should have remembered from opening the flat window earlier, but didn’t.

The leak and blockage on the rooftop are still the same. I caught a decent view of the violent wind-made ripples in the ever-growing smelly puddle of rainwater, leaves, fag-ends and oil. I leant over the safety barrier to take a downward shot of the electric-car charging point. I was surprised at how well it came out, considering the buffeting I was getting from the gale. A final shot, to try and catch an image of the bent over in the wind plants, suitably positioned next to the plant room. Haha! I’d had enough of being blown about, and went back inside. It’s no shock to see they have had to chain the furniture to the wooden flooring, is it? Brrr!

I imagine in summer, it will be packed with up here with geriatrics and a couple of nonagenarians and family visitors. I hope so, I also would like to still be capable of getting up here and having a chinwag and laugh with them, in the warm summer days.

7Sun20Back down in the lift, and then along the warm snug people-less link-corridor, back to the cold Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. It looks a little eerie in this picture. The lights are the motion-activated type.

I got back in and decided to get the nosh done, before I fell asleep, for I knew I would soon (EQ).

7Sun13I got the washing up done first (saucepans, oven-dish, spatulas etc.) after serving it up, again because I felt I was soon going to drift off into the land of nod! No handwashing, too tired! Garden peas, with demerara sugar and salt, smoked haddock, beetroots and black tomatoes. I put one on the tray so you can what they look like. Really a different taste, almost meaty.

I put on another Bond movie, ‘A View to Kill’. As an aid to counter my soporific tendencies, and started to watch it while gourmandisationing. The 9/10 Flavour-Rated meal, was all gobbled up. The taste of those black tomatoes is amazingly like pork? The smoked haddock was probably the best frozen-fish I’ve ever had. Highly palatable!

I needed a wee-wee, so took the tray and things to the kitchen, and put them in the sink to soak, had the SS (Short-Sprinkly) wee-wee, washed and returned to the recliner. I was soon in the land of nod… nice, ZZZ!

Japanese (Google translated) Sutekina tsuitachi o! すてきな一日を

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Inchcockski – Sat 7 Dec 2019: A chinwagless Day, in which sanity escaped from me!

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Saturday 7th December 2019

Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 7 Dùbhlachd 2019

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WD 100.20.0 Huh! 22:20hrs: I regained semi-consciousness, but almost immediately lost interest in doing so. Why? I’ll tell you; well, I’ll do my best to explain why I think this is. Bear with me please, if I get confused, ill-defined or incomprehensibly-garbled in my efforts. I know the things I want to write, but by the time the failing neurotransmitters allows me to, I’ve often forgotten what I had planned to say.

Like a few minutes ago, I had to get up to use the wee-wee bucket, this took a while, because Arthur Itis is not happy with me this morning, and every step or move of the leg or knees is a struggle. He’s never been this bad before. Naughty Arthur! I passed the INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee and got to the notepad to put down my waking thoughts, there was nothing there! Dribs and drabs returned, and I added them to the pad as and when. Hours and hours later, I’d got the Inchcock Today done, and referred to the notes, which were partly unreadable, and used them to write this explanation. (Have I lost you yet?) Here goes:

Back-to-the-current time: The mind was blankish, yet confused and almost antithetic to it’s usually being scrambled hassled by a flurry of worries, fears and concerns, as is the

normal awakening condition for me. There was a lack of interest in things an indifference, unconcernedness, that really is not me at all. Slowly, guilt took over as the head-agonising factor! This remorsefulness was adorned with contrition, misgivings, doubts, qualms, sorrow, nae, self-pity! Yes, these were faults: Guilt and Self-pity. Why is it a good question? I haven’t worked it out yet. But the EQ was not around, no feelings or emotions to help me clarify the causes. Although a vague ‘You’ll just have to cope’ message was received later in the day.

At least the constant droning and humming noises were not bothering me too much, as they would normally do.

Eventually, after being stood, leaning on the four-pronged walking stick, for I don’t know how long, musing, I went to take the morning medications and sort the prescriptions. 

6Sat05 WD 100.20.0 Unbelievable!WDPT03R The Carrington Chemist who the Medicines management lady Leoni had phoned on Wednesday morning to arrange for the Furesomide water tablets to be delivered in packets, not the bubble-blisters, has not done so! They are in the blister packs. I took a photo of them, to show how alike the tablets are, Codeine 30g, Furesomide and the Bisoprolol Beta-blockers. I have the hardest job in picking which one is the water tablet, to throw away when not needed. I reckon on a few occasions, mainly on bad pain, or shake hand mornings, I’ve dished the wrong pill, and missed either a painkiller or beta-blocker! This is not good! And only served to make me feel even worse than when I woke-up! Crabs and Grobblecraps! In fact, Grumble, Sodit & Blast, as well! I just threw the medicines onto any draw, willy-nilly

Feeling even less like interested in life, I automatically moved the handwashing onto the airer! Not even taking any care about arranging them into an optimally folded position. And not fussed about it either. This could be a miserable day.

Then I took the morning medications and made a brew of Thompsons tea. But it might as well have been a mug of the crap weak cheaper PG tips for all the interest I showed in drinking it. The tea went cold, as started updating the Inchcock Today. Which has never taken longer to get done before? The Peripheral Neuralgia was giving me a bad time now! No actual dangerous shakes of the leg, but as earlier, there were the occasional mini-trembling moments, involuntary muscle-twitching and cramping – which are usually a sign that the leg is about to go into an imitation, spontaneous, kick-out and a neuropathic drop-something and flail-about dance routine. If it had done, it could have had me off the chair onto the floor. Fear more anything pissed me off. But no, bother from the leg. The hands and fingers were a different kettle-of-fish! The finger-ends were going all over the place, when they contacted a hard surface, like the keyboard!

WDP 03RWD 100.20.0 The nerves were just not telling the brain! Just coming to the finishing off of the blog. Many hours later (Huh!) and the right hand and digits did a scoot across the keyboard and knocked it off the counter! I retrieved it, and the direction arrows on the keyboard would not work at all in WordPress! I wondered what the heck I had done to it. I searched for assistance on the web turned, without any luck. So I turned everything off and rebooted. Tried again, but it was not having it! So I opened and cleaned the inside of the board, as best I could, with the fear of dropping it again hovering over me. Got it reassembled, but no luck! I was convinced whatever I had broke or altered during my fumbling one and a half-handed to stop it falling but failing, then the farce of picking it again… I’ve lost what I was saying now! Oh, yes (just read it), had put the arrows out of action for good, and near depression dawned. One last everything off again, left it a few minutes then started up, the web came on, and I went on WordPress… and the arrow keys were now working!?!?!? Is it me? Is it the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! Or am I going sillier, more-hare-brained, weirder, losing it altogether?

The way my head and brain are today, I’m not coping with failures and things that are beyond my brain-power to solve. Which, going sillier, more-hare-brained or weirder, losing it altogether? Going sillier, more-hare-brained or funnier, losing it altogether? How I feel at the moment, covers anything happening. Haha!

I got some pictures off to Pinterest. Went on TFZer Facebooking. Then had a perusal of the WordPress Reader.

Well, despite everything, I must get some graphics done in advance ready to do the WP templates. No matter how rough and full of angst, I feel. (I didn’t sound too sure of myself typing this! Hehehe!)

I made a mug of tea first and took photographs of the moon above. I took then in Night Panor… no, it wasn’t; it was in Aperture Priority. Not bad results considering. The clouds were ever moving, hiding the moon, so back inside.

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I brought the tea to the computer and pulled the curtains open on the balcony. And the mon was out again, I got the camera and back to the kitchen, banged my elbow opening the unloved, unwanted, light & view-blocking, impossible to get to for cleaning, new window. And the clouds covered the moon again. I waited while but the clouds seemed to be spreading thicker now. So back to the computer…

WDP 02lbWD 100.20.0 X3: I stubbed my *toe on the airer, *knocked the clothes off of it, dropped the mug of tea and swore silently swore! Getting down to retrieve the shirt and socks was done with less pain than usual – I used the picker-upper stick! Haha! I was getting ready to adopt a smug mode, and the *picker-upper fell to pieces in my had, the rivets had somehow come out. And *I dropped the handwashing back onto the floor, just where I’d picked it up from. No wonder my EQ indicated that I’d just have to up with things today! So, I did not get too angry-noyed, just a little. Humph! Again, with a lot more inconvenience and pain, I carefully got the washing back on the now, bent-a-little-more airer.

I got on, slowly, laboriously and with oddly painful knees, well, one poorly knee. That was from a combination of the mini-trembles, the toe-stubbing and the bending down I imagine. With the composing of this blog. Which a few hours later, I’d got as far as here!

And went to make a brew, that might get drunk this time! As I was making my way to the kitchen, I put the camera in my pocket. While the kettle was boiling, I took four snaps of scenery from the deadly, nasty, light and view-blocking kitchen window.

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WDPT07RNo Accifauxpas or WHoopsiedangleplops encountered while making the brew! And back to the computer. Swank-Mode-Adopted!

WD 100.20.0 It didn’t last long, when I got to the computer, I realised I had left the SD card in the slot! So, back to the kitchen and retook the scenic shots! Ay-yay-yay!

At last, I got around to creating some header graphics! But I was so tired now, I’d been up for thirteen-hours already. I just did a few of them on CorelDraw.

6Sat26Done in now, shattered, I’ve had my chips, well I haven’t, but I made the meal and had some. Dagwood cobs, beetroot and chips etc. sounds good to me. But it was not to be eaten.

What I did eat of it, I enjoyed, but the tummy churned and my appetite dwindled? Mmm?

I went to wash the pots and the evening’s darkening skies prompted me back into a photographicalisationing frenzy. The first photo was in Aperture Priority, the second in Night Landscape mode. I tried to take the same area in each.

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6Sat28I was so tired now but fought off the weariness and mental-fatigue, when I noticed the house that had been being modernised for months, extensions, new roof etc. appeared to be occupied again. Seasonal lights adorned the front of the house and bushes.

I took the medications, and got settled down early in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That’s the one that the horribly good-looking, handsome, taller, fitter, richer-than-me xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later).

I discovered the Death on the Tyne film was being shown. I’ve not seen this one, but I so enjoyed the Murder on the Blackpool Express, made by the same company with almost the same actors in it. I couldn’t remember the title so looked it up, to find this photograph advertising it’s being shown on the Gold channel on the 15th.

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Needless to say, the first set of commercials came on, I drifted off, to sleep! Waking well after it had finished, and felt even more angry with myself, for thinking I could watch it again on the 15th and realised I do not have the Gold channel on my TV. Shame!

WDP 02Rb.WD 100.20.0 Letting myself drift off back into the land of nod, and the Brain-Storming thoughts, fears, worries and self-hatred flooded into the grey-cell box. Agitating and stirring up failures, mistakes and terrible decisions made by yours truly!

I do wish they wouldn’t do that!

 

Inchcock Today – Sun 1 Dec 2019: ♫Where have all the Whoopsiedangleplops gone♫… Hehehe!

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Sunday 1st December 2019

Croatian: Nedjelja 1 Prosinca 2019. Godine

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WDPleftWD 50.100.200. 22:25hrs: Woke with a sense of pusillanimousness rampant within. A wishy-washiness, a vulnerability, and acceptance of my ineptness. (What had I been dreaming of?) I lay a while, pondering over my brain’s overnight transmogrification into a whimpering collection of uncontrollable fears and self-dislike. This train of thought soon changed, the moment I moved to get my gargantuanly flabby-body out of the recliner; as Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald joined forces in giving me something else to fret over; some discomforting pains!

After gingerly rising to my feet, I needed the Porcelain Throne suddenly. Off to the wet room, and on the Throne. A massive evacuation, not messy at all, but bloody. I assumed from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. A clean-up then medicationing, and off to the kitchen.

WDP14aRWD 50.100.200. Where I found the evening medications that I’d not taken. So, I did so. With a good dollop of the insipid Peptac and an extra Codeine 30g, to help counter Harold and Donald. I put the anti-Saccades-Sandra drops in, and the olive-oil in the lug-holes; which gave me a surprise, as I took out the applicator from the right ear, it brought a great big lump of earwax with it! Haha! This helped the hearing a bit, and the damned persistent 24/7 droning, humming noise became more annoying! Humph!

I got the Saturday blog updated. It didn’t take long, even with the right-hand finger-ends Neurotransmitter Sensory nerves playing up. Not many photographs were taken that needed attention.

WD 50.100.200. WDP 14RI went to the kitchen to make a brew and take the morning medications. I made a mistake here, I took another Codeine, that’s three now, in three hours! Huh, Fool! I might fall asleep unexpectedly at any time now. Tsk! Mind you, the headache is easing off. Duodenal Donald will have to be put up with until he decided when to stop, the extra Codienes will not help things in that department. Still, the stabbing pains are no worse, so I might get away with it.

I went on the WordPress Reader. Then made a start on this blog. A quick check on the TFZer Facebooking next. I enjoyed that.

WDP 01b leftWD 50.100.200. Ablutions tackled, and a good session. A tiny cut shaving. Of course, the dropsies were many, but they always are. The only one worthy of note was the carbolic soap when I was in the shower, straight down onto the much-stubbed middle toe! But, I was not too bothered, a silent curse, bent down to retrieve the soap, and clouted my head on the grab bar on the wall! That did bother me a bit! Tsk! But no dizzies, that was great!

03:25hrs: I must now get back to creating some graphics, so I can make up the templates in advance. I hope the nerve-ends will let me work on CorelDraw. Crabs and Grobblecrap!

07:45hrs: I am shattered! But I got a few done, and pleased with them, considering the handicap of the finger-nerves. A mug of tea and some bikkies to dunk, a wee-wee and a minute or two of silent introspection and considerationalisationing, methinks. Back to the graphicationalising. By gum, I got into it, the failing sensory Neurotransmitter from the right side to the brain, eased off a little for some welcome reason, and I got on with producing the graphics, and then the templates!

7Sun10a11:33hrs: It was soon time to stop and get Josie’s meal prepared. (Which left me with the biggest load of washing up to do. Haha!) I made a good choice for her today. Aduki beans being a first for me. I warmed them through with tomato passata, as someone recommended me to, and added a bit of onion salt. Sliced tomato, Spanish, so not very juicy. Gherkins. Sliced apple. Surimi prawn sticks and Tuna with some mayonnaise and vinegar mixed in. Fried dried onions and I  managed to get the cheesy potatoes mashed and crisped up betterer this week. The Gin and tonic and Limoncello dessert on the tray with the cutlery, and delivered it to her door, which is directly opposite my door, handy that! She was on the phone when I rang the bells, so it took a while for her to answer. She was looking very well this morning. The gal handed a tray of lettuce and tomatoes, and I took the meal, which was nice and hot for once, well, the potatoes were. I wanted Josie to get the pots while hot, so a couple of words, thanks for the greenery and tom’s, wished her happy eating, and back to the flat.

I’d been up for about 14 hours by then, and done a decent job of catching up on the graphics, fed Josie, which is my pleasure, so seeing the pile of pots and pans that needed washing, was not a welcome sight. Hehehe! I was going to leave them but thought that with the Neurotransmitters not playing up so much, I’d best get the things cleaned and sorted straight away. So I did!

WDP 09RMaybe it was the nerves being better, plus my satisfaction with getting caught up with WordPress, but I began a cleaning campaign that Fanny Craddock would have been proud of (Not really, but I got a fair bit done before the fatigue and weariness dawned!) I got the equipment piled in the sink all washed. Then did the handwashing. Then got three bags of waste (three waste-bins you see, front and wet room and kitchen) made up, put them balanced on the three-wheeler, added a couple of jars for the recycling bin, and left it near the door, ready to go.

WD 50.100.200. But I just had to go back and check everything before leaving. I don’t know the right word; if there is one, but the brain was convinced I had missed something, forgotten something or had not done a task that I should have. It took me a while looking around and checking, not easy when you don’t know what you’re searching for in the first place. Not that I was fully assured, but finding nowt untoward, I ventured out to the waste chute and deposited the black bags, then in the elevator down to the lift lobby.

7Sun10Around to the main lobby, which is still being upgraded, and the new inner door had been moved to the right as you look at the photo. It’s (the lobby) is beginning to look something like now. one tiny thing, people with walking aids or mobility scooters, will no longer have a direct passage out through both doors and will have to manoeuvre a little. I would never have thought of this a year ago, but having a handicap and disablement makes one notice them. A little dark in there, I couldn’t sit to do my crosswords in that lack of light. Not complaining about it at all though, obviously a lot of work still to be done.

7Sun08I went out and put my sauce and beetroot jars in the alcohol-bottle filled green bin. They do like their plonk here! (♫ Jealousy, ’twas all over my Jealousy! ♫ Hahaha!)

I had a look around on Chestnut Walk, but there was no one to talk with, they probably knew I was coming. Hehe!

7Sun12I got back up to the hovel, had a wee-wee (A rarity today?) and got my own din-dins started. It was easy-peasy preparing it today.

I rewarmed the cheesy potatoes from those I’d cooked for Josie. Roast onions, beetroot, tasteless Spanish tomatoes, Aduki beans, and frankfurters. Not a super flavoursome dinner, but acceptedly good. Flavour rating of 6.5/10. The tomatoes and rather bland frankfurters let it down.

KWThe Aduki beans, I’d never tried them before, I thought must have been a sort of small kidney beans, but much sweeter. I looked them up, and I was wrong. “The adzuki bean, (Vigna angularis); from azuki (Japanese: アズキ(小豆)); sometimes transliterated as azuki or adzuki), or English red mung bean is an annual vine widely cultivated throughout East Asia for its small bean. The cultivars most familiar in Northeast Asia have a uniform red colour, but white, black, grey, and variously mottled varieties also are known. ‘Well, they were sweet tasting and pleasant enough on my plate!’

Sleep was being demanded by my body and mind. Washed the few things used in making the nosh, and moved the handwashing onto the airers.

I was soon settled down in the recliner. So tired, but sleep was resisting me? I put the TV on and noticed that some Nightmare Kitchen episodes were on in about three hours time. Try as I might I could not nod-off if I had done so, I’d have been bound to wake up later in time for the Kitchen programmes to start, but it didn’t happen, no kip at all. Still, the bonus was I would be able to see the kitchens all the way through. (Huh!) I managed to see the first one up until the commercial break came on… then the sleep came! Tsk!

Inchcockski – Fri 29 Nov 2019: The brain remains suffarcinated with nugatory, knick-knackery!

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Friday 29th November 2019

Zulu: NgoLwesihlanu 29 Novemba Novemba 2019

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23:10hrs: I stirred with the mind-blasting fretting, worrying, fearing thoughts rampant in my grey-cells box in my head! I lay there, midst the mess from the nocturnal nibbling all around me, feeling a sad figure and with my spirits lamentably low, my responses to the worries were one of simple acceptance, Que será, será?

Eventually, the brain got around to considering the day’s needs. The Anticoagulation-Thrombophlebitis Team Member is calling today, well, with how things have gone lately, I should say, might, be calling to see me! My EQ, who was spot on in warning me of the upcoming Health Clinic Farce yesterday, hinted on problems with this visit?

WDP 02LdWD 60.25.0 Then, out of the blue, and urgently, I had to remove my grotesque, wobbly-bellied body-mass from the second-hand recliner, and hasten to the Porcelain Throne. And what a change this session turned out to be! I was soon settled on the seat, awaiting the usual burst of activity at the innards own timing, and got just pain, blocked, but I could feel the warm liquid flowing, but nothing substantial. So, out came the crossword book, the pain eased, but nothing moved. I was well into the crosswording and having some success for once, and suddenly and unpremeditatedly, a mass of evacuation material escaped, with a splosh, that sounded like a torpedo hitting the water, I felt the splash! This pain also brought forth a sigh relief; a sort of “Ahahahaaa!” An involuntary smile followed.

A few seconds to recover from the shock, and then things had to be checked over and medicated. There was no mess, but I had the splashed water over my bum, no bleeding from Harold Haemorrhoid’s, not even the usual aroma of putridness? Little Inchies fungal lesion was barely bleeding at all, just specks. Then an operation clean-up was activated, during which, oddly, a wee-wee was needed. Another shock, although not a bad one – the old Hosepipe-like jet-propelled longish effort, that has not been had for ages, was almost enjoyed. By gum, my bladder and innards can be so entertaining! Haha!

WDP 10LWD 60.25.0 All refreshed and cleaned-up, and off to the kitchen. Where I found that I had missed the evening medication taking, Tsk! Then I realised I had not done the handwashing either! I was a little disappointed in myself, but still happy, well, content, with the much improved Porcelain Throne session. “Little things please little minds!” Then while getting the sterilised out of the fridge, the Polyneuropathy finger-ends caused me to drop the milk bottle! Quick as a flash, the left hand grabbed the bottle to prevent it from falling on the floor! I have to admit to a spot of smugness over this and thought how clever I was. The top of the bottle had been dropped, of course. If I ever find it, I’ll pick it up. Hehe!

I took the medications, both the P.M. & A.M. doses, less the water-tablet. Had a guzzle of the ineffectual Peptac antacid, put the olive oil in the ear-holes, put the eye drops in and passed wind. Which oddly enough, seemed to make me want another wee-wee? Which turned out to be of the HDTBS (Heavy-Duty-Torrential-But-Short) style. I wondered if this new easier style of wee-weeing and the sudden Struggle-Wait-Thunderdrop Porcelain Throne modes, had been brought on in some way, by last night’s Roast Vegetable Risotto? Just a thought!

WDP 001 LaWD 60.25.0 I made the brew at last and got on the computer to update the Thursday post. Phew! Worra time that took! The finger-ends are playing up something awful this morning, I’ve surely spent more time correcting than typing! I very nearly dropped the mug when I made a cuppa but did spill most of the tea on me, the floor and the counter! Then knocked my elbow (Funny-bone – Huh!), as I got back up after clearing the mess! Crabs and Grobblecrap!

I got carried away doing the TFZer Facebooking and spent far too long on it, so I had to stop myself, so I could at least get a few CorelDraw graphics made up.

5Fri01WD 60.25.0 An email from the Sherringham Park Medical Practice had arrived, with the results of the Angel-of-desire’s Warfarin blood test. The level had gone for, 1.6, to 4.8! It’s a shame about the nurse and surgery getting confused, not arriving, and not turning up until four days later. This could have identified the problem earlier and saved my going through worrying why I was feeling so cold; while tenants around me said how much warmer, it was. The thin blood means an increased risk of unstoppable bleeding, and it doesn’t half make me feel cold! The best part of the message was their assurance that a phlebotomy Angel will be arranged for me. Mind you, it was arranged last week, and they didn’t turn up! Worra life! If I’d known what I was going to go through in my old age, I might have done more bungee-jumping. Hehe!

Went for a wee-wee (which was back to the INHBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Trickling) style? And carefully made another brew.

Got the handwashing done, wrung and hung. Then did the ablutions. Which had no shaving or toothbrushing cuts! No toe stubbing! But, oh, so many of the dropsies. Toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving foam can, razors (5), fla5Fri02nnel, carbolic soap, shower head, towel, socks, Germoloid tube and as parting dropsy, the shower chair when I was returning it after wiping! However, it missed my body completely! Worrying this, not usual at all! The pins seemed to be getting some new Clopidogrel markings, but the Deep Vein Thrombosis bulges were almost non-existent today? Might have something to do with the Warfarin INR being so high, maybe, perhaps? 

WDP 02LdWD 60.25.0 Ablutions all done, chair back in, taps, heater and light all checked, I turned and gave the shoulder a-right good clout as it came into contact with the door frame! I was amazed at how much it hurt. I believe I may have silently muttered something along the lines of ‘Well, flipping ‘eck’, or similar. Haha!

I got all well and warmly wrapped up and went down to the ILC Wardens holding-cell office. No one in, so I nipped up in the lift to Winwood Court’s rooftop and took some Al Fresco photographs. I had to take care that the three-wheel walker didn’t skid off on its own accord on the frost and ice, or I slipped over, but all went okay. (Something else to fret over! Hahaha!) I didn’t stay out there long. The blocked drains and overflowing water looked almost pretty with cracked frozen, cracked water pattern.

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I sat in the big Winwood Social area room and had a go at the crosswords. And did well with them. Getting answers that I was going back to try yet again, for at least four clues. Smug-Mose-Adopted! Then I went out to the bus stop, where a ganglet of residents were chatting away, Mary, Penny, Chrissie, Malcolm and Louie, who looked a lot better today and was moving easier, bless him. I harkened to the gossiping, snidery, moaning and jollity being bandied about. Mary was not feeling very well, I’ll nip down this weekend to see how she is going. Mounted the bus, in the side-saddle-seat and got the crossword book out. I got two more previously tried answers en route to town, which was not too easy, cause of the constant fighting to keep in the seat when the bus cornered or braked.

I had one of my the shortest ever hobbles in town.

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I got off on Parliament Street and had a chinwag with Mary. She still looked poorly to me, not her usual gossipy self.

WDP 09aLWD 60.25.0 We parted, and I went into the Wilko store, to get myself a new kettle. I took a while perusing the kettles on offer. I found one that seemed perfect, apart from the price. It was thin enough to fit into the space my current broken one used, sturdy-looking, no fancy bits of metal or plastic stuck on it, dark brown, and I chose it. Added to the fabric conditioner and Ylan & Freesia scented washer and joined the queue at the tills. Worth mentioning at this point, that I’d had no visits from Dizzy Dennis at all! When my turn came, I was embarrassed to find I’d left the cash-card at the flat! So had to hand-back the kettle. There are times when the realisation of one’s infallibility, becomes an accepted factualism! This was such a time! Humph!

I paid in cash for the cleaning things, and departed, going into the Poundland Shop. Where I again suffered no dizzy-spells! I came out with a bottle of liquid soap powder, Bright-Burst freshener, and some Lavender Dettol. I paid without any hassle, apart from the tutting and groaning of those behind waiting. It did take me a while. The ailing neurotransmitter sensory nerves caused problems with my gripping anything. The things I dropped, were hastily picked up an placed on the shelf by a tutting assistant. Oh, dearie me!

I got out of the shop and did the ultra-mini hobble to and down Clumber Street, along Long Row, and up to King Street to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street. Taking some photographicalisations on the way.

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5Fri12I had about fifteen minutes before the bus arrived, and Louie came a few seconds later. I thought I’d got a good photo of him, but I make a mess of it and got him looking away from me. Tsk! We had a few natters that we could not fully enjoy; when the time crept beyond the five minutes past the hour, which the L9 was due. It was nearly twenty-passed when the bus did come.

WDPT04LWD 60.25.0 We got on, and with me in a side-saddle seat, I could not talk with Louie en route. The keeping oneself seated, was even more difficult this time, as the bus driver was trying to catch-up on his time-table, and threw the bus around like a dodgem car. I had more aches and bruises to contend with. Haha!

We got back to the flats, struggled with the new bruise on the leg making movement awkward, and went with Lousie to his Winchester Court lobby, and I opened the door for him. We parted, wishing the lad all the best, and I took the link-passage to Winwood Court. In the lobby, I met Angela and Roy, handed them some nibbles and had a little chinwag. We all started to move along the link-passage to Woodthorpe Court, but Angie and Roy left in their wake. By the time I was half-way along the corridor, they were exiting the swipe door at the other end! A grand-couple, Angie and Roy.

I got in the apartment, had a wee-wee, that proved to be another of the PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) style. I don’t think the high INR level should affect my passings, should it?

I received a landline phone call. It was my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete. (Who damaged my recliner while sleeping in it, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later) 

He was updating me about his Pet Scan results. I’m afraid they were inconclusive. They do not know what the black spot is. So, the lad is going to have a Pelvis bone scrape! (Memories of mine came back, and I swear I could feel the soreness again afterwards! Haha!) His biopsy will take place on December 10th! All my best wishes, mate, it’s horrible, not knowing! Fingers crossed for him.

5Fri13I got the nosh prepared and served up. A salad of sorts. Tomato and chicken slices sarnies, sliced apple, chips (fries), beetroot, garden peas, mini-sausages and pork pie meat. Potato biscuits add lemon mousse as an aside. I ate all the lot of it. Leaving only a few crumbs on the plate. Super! Taste-Rating: 8.5/10!

Wash the pots, and got out an old DVD to view, ‘Seven’. But, I kept on nodding off, waking, looking out at the rain, falling asleep again, waking passing wind, nodding… well, you get the idea. I went off for an extended period, and shot awake around 11:00hrs, the noise of the humming drowning noise all around the building, was horrendous! It drove me to distraction!

WDP 02LcWD 60.25.0 I got up for a wee-wee, stubbed my toe, dropped the four-pronged walking stick and knocked over the spring water bottle!

So, I made an early start on making up some graphics.


This week’s Whoopsiedangleploperisationing!

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  • Monday: I had to go down to beg the ILC Deana to phone the Police for me about the Pegasus form, then sort the envelope out for me.
  • And she phoned the Medication Mangement people for me, about a double-booking. Well looked after I was.
  • Then I nipped out to post the police letter.
  • I forgot to mention the leaking tap in the kitchen sink. Grumph!
  • Back to the flat, and I’d missed the Phlebotomy nurse, who according to the note called at 09:30hrs, and it was then 0934hrs, talk about bad luck! The letter said I have to ring the surgery for an appointment.
  • So, after many attempts, I got through to them. I was told I had to go to the surgery for the blood test on Thursday at 11:40hrs.
  • The phlebotomy team called later on and said they would make an appointment again and will come Wednesday (today). I asked if she knew what time, so I could make sure I was in. She said: ‘I’ve no idea, the nurse will ring you before coming’. She didn’t! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • Tuesday: Worra day. Got up and collapsed in a heap, landing entangled with the walking stick and swivel chair! Dizzy Dennis.
  • Got soaked in the rain going to town. Nearly fell off the bus getting off.
  • Had a Dizzy Dennis attack in Tesco.
  • Then I found myself on the floor in the shopping mall as I was leaving, people all around me, and no idea how or what happened. Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • Trod on a loose paving slab on Goldsmith Street, and got the foot and socks drenched! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • This made the After-Stroke session hard physically and mentally, and I have many blank spots about what happened in the Physio hall? Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • Got up this morning, no nurse arrived. I was bewildered, had the tumble.
  • Wednesday: Accifauxpa with losing grip and dropping the bowl of handwashing.
  • The Morrison order gave unwanted substitutes, and the apples were all bruised.
  • Morrison did not take off the Voucher for £10 saving.
  • I rang the Phlebotomy to check that a nurse was coming, told she should be here by 13:00hrs, it is now 13:25hrs, no show.
  • So, with the last INR reading of only 1.6. Point .01away from the Red level. Christ, that is so close to having to use the Anoxaprin injections, but what can I do?
  • I then lost the internet again. Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • A headache and toothaches have been with me all day.
  • And I’ve just hit my knee of the sock glide when I went for a wee-wee!
  • I’ve felt cold all day, although the thermometer reads 20°.
  • Following on later: The nurse rang, she’s not coming today, but (supposedly anyway) in the morning, well not morning, twixt 10:30 to 12:30hrs. Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • I must remember Thursday’s much-rearranged arrangements: 08:30hrs: Podiatrist st Sherwood Health Centre – City Care. Leoni Mee has been Cancelled! Rearranged for Wed 4th @ 09:30>12:00hrs – Phlebotomy Nurse sometime after 10:30hrs.
  • Thursday: As I fought my way out of the chair and grabbed the walking stick, the thoughts of the correctional needs that had to be done came into my feeble, yet tortured mind. It was hell!
  • Off to the Sherwood Health Centre Podiatrist. Fought through the wet leaves, mud,  and rain and got there for 08:00hrs. No one on reception. Saw nurse, who said sit in the waiting room, someone should fetch you, so I did.
  • At 08:30hrs, I went to see the receptionist; who asked me if had received an email or text, telling me it had been cancelled? Crabs and Grobblecrap! I found the text, which had been sent at… 08:10hrs! So I was stood at the reception when it was sent! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • I thanked her with a sideways smirk and left to hobble back to the flat.
  • I ended up at the flat with half of the leaves and mud from Woodthorpe Grange Park on the trolley wheels and my shoes. Which took me near enough an hour to clean off before I dare go inside the building! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
  • Friday: Ablutionalisationing cracked shoulder on the door.
  • Dropped my mug of tea,
  • Leaving the wet room, I turned and gave my shoulder a right good crack on the door frame! Yeeks! 
  • Stubbed my toe, fell over the walking stick and knocked over the spring water bottle!
  • I went into the Wilko store to get myself a new kettle. When I got to the checkout, I didn’t have the card with me! So I had to leave the kettle. I did feel a clot!
  • Saturday: Coming Soon! Hehehe!