Inchcock Today – Monday 7th September 2020:

TFZers gather at the Cool-It-Cabin! ♥

Monday 7th September 2020

Uzbekistan: 2020 yil 7-Sentyabr, dushanba

  00:15hrs: I woke with some lingering memories of dreams I’d been having, and fumbled to get the notepad and pen, to write down what I could recall of them. But by the time I’d dropped the pad, and got myself sorted out ready to scribble, the memory box had lost everything about the dream! So annoying innit? Tsk! 

While I lay there, silently swearing at myself, the urgent need of a wee-wee presented itself. All thoughts of the failed recollections of the dream were abandoned, and I heaved my grossly overly-stomached body from the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner, wobbled a bit, and got to the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), and suffered a rather painful PSC (Powerful-Sprinkly-Colourless) wee-wee. As I got the bucket cleaned and disinfected, I half expected the usual ‘within-minutes-of-waking’ summoning to the Porcelain Throne, but no, which surprised me.

I poddled to the kitchenette, and the view through the hanging washing covered, new light & view-blocking windows, revealed the moon in miniature again. So I got the Kodak PixPro AZ 651 bridge-camera, (sounds all posh dunnit?) and took a shot in the Aperture-Priority mode. Not too bad!

I got the Health Checks done then, starting with the BP sphygmomanometerisationing. Oh, dearie me! The SYS was still high, too high. Next, I used the stick thermometer to get the body temperature. Down a bit, at 32.4°c.

At the most inopportune moment, just as I was pouring the tea, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) gave me a good shaking, and I dropped knocked the mug over! Boiling water and hot tea went all over the counter, down the cupboard doors onto the floor. I thought how lucky I had been in not getting injured or scolded, and in the midst of cleaning up the mess, a sneaky Smug-Mode began coming on, but not for long!

As I was struggling to get up from the floor, I slipped on a patch of wet I’d missed, and clouted the top of my head and nose against the corner of the cupboard! It could have been worse, I anticipated a dirty great lump on the bonce, but there wasn’t. 

The Falls Team Member is calling to see me today. No idea what time, though. So, I got on with the updating of yesterday’s diary, so I could have time to get the ablutions done before he, she or they arrive.

SSS did not help any, but I stuck at it and got it done in a few hours. Pinterested some snaps from the blog. Went on the WordPress Reader, then Facebooking. Emailed the link, and replied to a couple of comments. Did some graphicationalisationing.

Aha! The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off to the wet room.

The recent ten or so sessions have all been a struggle and time-consuming affairs. So I got the crossword book to hand – but by Jiminee, the movement almost shot out in one long, painful blast! Messy, pongy, and bloody.

Got a good clean up, and returned to the computer to press-on with the starting and updating of this blog. Off to do the ablutions.

Stand-up-Ablutionalisationing Whoopsies Progress Report.

  • Wee-wee: of the CLD (Cloudy-Long-Dribbling [but not painful]) mode taken.
  • The teeth cleaning: It went very well, I took it nice and steady, almost gently! Only one dropsy, the brush. No bleeding! Oh, no, the mouth wash bottle went as well, just the once.
  • Shaving: Dropped the shaving foam twice.
  • Shaving: Dropped the razors (5). As far as I can tell, only one tiny-weeny cut!
  • Body washing: Soap dropsies, Eight of them!
  • Body Washing: Flannel dropped three times!
  • Body Washing: Knocked the soap dish off of the sink as I removed the plug to soak the flannels after washing. No damage or bother, it is an old yoghourt pot I use! (Common as muck, me!)
  • Towelling off: No knocking over, off or into anything! Yee-ha!
  • Medicationalisationing: Dropped the Viscotears® liquid gel spray, I now have no Viscotears® liquid gel spray left, it broke! Cleaned things up and continued medicating other areas.
  • Medicationalisationing: Olive oiled the ear-holes.
  • Medicationalisationing: As carefully as is possible, I applied the Germolene to the largest carbuncle. Cleverly (I thought), avoiding Harold’s Haemmorhoids
  • Medicationalisationing: Then the Germoloid cream applied
  • Medicationalisationing: 
  • Medicationalisationing: 
  • Medicationalisationing: 

I went on the balcony to take some shots of the morning as it brightened up somewhat.

More work on this diary, and the intercom lit-up and the Falls Team lady, Caroline arrived.

The nurse went through my details and was very sociable with it.

During the time Caroline was here, Sister Jane rang several times, thinking that we would have been finished the consultation, and in the end, told me to ring her back when I was free. Hehehe!

The very patient Caroline, ended up arranging for a walking frame (Never thought this would happen to me!) that is narrower than usual to try out in the flat. And hopefully, get me back on a physio-course. I definitely felt so much better after the visit. Thanks, Caroline.

I then set about getting a wash to freshen me up and dressed to go out, and then rang Jane back. My xyrophobia, trypanophobia,  Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia, and belonephobia, suffering, over amour propred, sickenly good-looking Brother-in-law Pete, was at the City Hospital hospital today, for more flipping chemoradiotherapy treatment. I’ll ring him in the morning to see how it went.

I set out to the bus stop, on my escape from isolation, with the aim of getting some disinfectant from Poundland, and black washing liquid was the Bargain shop.

The mood in town was one of depression, that’s the only word to use. I have never seen Nottinghamians so dispirited in my life!

It brought me down with them. The gloom was almost overbearing.

I got off of the bus, called in Poundland, and came out after spending just £12.50, and limped to Milton Street, going in the Bargain Shop. I only spent £5.77 in there, so many things not available, but I did get the black washing liquid, still on a bargain price with a few other items, that were not essential.

A photographing hobble around down the depressing Clinton Street, right along Long Row, and up Queen Street to the bus stop home.

I caught a 40 bus, having to sit on the side-saddle seat, to have room for the trolley. A lady with a disabled scooter got on, and I was moved to an ordinary seat. But with no room for the three-wheeler walker guide! I had to grab onto it and move it each time someone got on or off the bus. Hard work. Hahaha! I was shattered by the time I got back to the flats. Hey-ho!

I got off of the bus without any bother. Alright! I caught my right knee on the trolley as it did its own thing lowering it to the pavement. It set Arthur Itis off for the rest of the day. Humph! Not that it mattered much, I was not going anywhere or doing anything productive much in the state I was in, Shackumed!

I say do nothing, I did make a large meal, and ate nearly all of it. A tasty feast really! A deserving flavour rating of 8/10.

I took the evening medications while dining. Put the plate and things in the sink to soak overnight, and washed/medicated certain bodily areas in need of doing.

I think this was the quickest I dropped off onto the land of Nod, for months!


In the morning, I made up a hopefully witty photo-ode of my trip out to Nottingham, before updating this blog. This is the link to it if you’ve not read it yet, I fank you!

A depressingly poor tale in ode of my escape from Isolation!

Inchcockski – Sunday 6th September 2020: Superabundant Kodak camera problems, but Sweet Morpheus was not denied!

TFZers in the ‘Cool-It-Cabin’

Sunday 6th September 2020

Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 6 Sultain 2020

04:00hrs: After a miserable three-hours kip, I woke, with draughts coming in through the new balcony door, and making my shiver a tad. Nowt to be done about it, Warden Deana has reported the sliding door either coming off of the runner or about to collapse, to the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance department. The door cannot be closed or locked either. Tsk!

I got a bit off-track there, (Like the balcony door), Humph! I rose to my feet in for me, a sprightly fashion, and as I was grabbing Metal Micky (Four-pronged walking stick) the need for a wee-wee arose, swiftly followed by a call to the Porcelain Throne! So, off to the wet room. 

I got down on the plastic raised seat, and the wee-wee began trickling slowly, but persistently. Followed while still in motion, by a sharp, painful, ‘will-I-split-open’, evacuation! The damp thud as the product all in one gigantic torpedo clumped into the WC, I felt the water splash up, wetting my lower regions, and I removed my body from the seated position with haste, not knowing if it was blood, water, or a mixture of both that caused the early morning showering. Haha!

It was only water, Phew! How the great dollop evacuated managed to go down in one flush, amazed me! I had a clean-up and applied some Germoloid to the rear quarters. When drying, I must have caught one of the furuncles and started it bleeding, of a brownish-red colour. So had to clean up again! Picklementisis! All sorted out, but still a smidge sore, I hobbled to the kitchenette and grabbed the new Kodak camera and took a snap of the messy, unkempt kitchen. The square photo that it took, was disappointing, so I changed the setting and tried again. The second pone came out in the new dimensions, but it didn’t look as good. I wonder what I did wrong?

I got the kettle on, then used the Nikon to take a snap of the morning view. Gawd, the wind was a cold one that blew in when I opened the window. Cor, blimey!

I put some potatoes to marinate in the small crock-pot, with some fish vinegar/sauce.

Using the stick thermometer, I got a decent temperature reading, of 34.°7c, a lot better than of late.

I had a go at changing the Kodak settings. And what a kerfuffle it was getting it even understood, let alone doing the changes.

After a long time, and frustrations aplenty, I got the date and time changed. But the dang  Microsoft photo Gallery, was putting the pictures in the  June 2020 folder? At least I’d got the date altered, even if it was of no use or advantage to me. Grungrungrun!

I then tried to change the photo size, what a farce that was, with my Numberphobia, I guessed, and it came out rightish, but far too large?

After much mayhem, failings and self-recrimination, I gave up!

Well, it seemed the logical thing to do at the time, I was going bonkers!

Anyway, I took another Kodak picture, from the computer chair, at least the shape was right, just lucky, I’d not got the foggiest idea what I was doing, apart from messing everything up, that is.

I think the Kodak is cupboard bound. Until I can get someone who knows what they are doing to help me out.

Did a decent job for once, of updating the Saturday blog. Then I made an Iceland and Morrison order for next week. And it was time for the ablutionalisationing.

The session went alright, in fact, it went well, up until the getting medicated and getting dressed!

I cleared the top of the floor cabinet again, with the towel while drying. And it took me yonks to find where the Germaloid tube had fallen to. Somehow it ended up on the floor behind the WC, and it got wedged between a disinfectant and bleach bottle. Humph!

The nasty incident was, as one might expect, with the lethal, nasty, vicious, finger-trapping-bruising-blistering and blood-letting Sock-Glide-Gladys!

I came out of the fight, losing badly today. Bruised knees, cut and squashed finger, and a stubbed toe! I don’t care how cold it is tomorrow, I refuse to commit myself to such risk again! Damned thing!

Still, only one cut shaving, one showerhead dropping, which missed the feet and toes, and an involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, but I didn’t go over! Quite cheered me up that!

I got the hand-washing done, rung and hung. A long sleeve t-shirt, pair of socks, and the bath towel. All in coathangers drying above the sink!

The wee-wees returned after the laundry was finished, and kept up for hours. Two or three barely a trickle, then the odd one like a torrent down a Mountain stream! This pattern stayed with me until the evening?

I checked on Josie’s nosh cooking, and made up three black rubbish bags and took them to the waste chute room, As I was coming out of the room, it was as if someone had turned on the dreaded, annoying, piss-taking ‘Hum’!

I got on with serving up Josie’s nosh, got it plated and on the tray. I was well-pleased with low the cheesy potatoes had come out. I’d added the usual Leicester cheese and sea salt, I added a knob of butter, chives, onions and chives from the spring onions. LAst of the fresh garden peas, boneless smoked mackerel fillers, Surami sticks, gherkins, and tomatoes. A strawberry and cream mousse, and low-calorie chocolate noughat bar, and a can of pink Gin and hit.

Got it delivered dead on time again, (as chefs go, I’m not too bad).

When I got back inside the apartment, the scene from the balcony had brightened up a bit, so I went out and opened the right-hand side window, the one with the spring-metal clip that needs pushing and pulling at the same time to open it. My Sock-Glide-Gladys injured middle finger, now has the Spring-Clip-Opener-Ossie bruised digit for company.

I thought it was almost a real-life copy of a Turner photograph. (Well, maybe not, then) But I thought it was a grand view, even with no sunshine.

While I was out there, with finger bleeding, I thought I’d take a picture of the car park at the end of Chestnut Walk. (Billumski in Ohio, see that, 3 black and Red pap-paps today)

As I was busy cutting my finger on the metal spring cli[p again closing the window, I spotted that the Woodthorpe Ankle-Snappers park was open and in use. So I opened the glass window with the lethal spring clip, again.

(I know no fear! Ahem! Hehe!)

I do love it around here when the grass is green! But I also love it when I can get out for a while. I’m not going to let yesterdays cock-ups, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops get me down. I plan on going out in the morning to town, going in to see the girls in the Poundland shop and come back on the bus again. Of course, that depends on how I feel at the time, like. Oh, Botherations! I just checked the calendar to see when the INR blood test is due, and it’s not on. So, I got the last Result and dosage ticket, and blow me, the date of the next Vampire visit, had been cut off when I opened the letter! Wot a Cu… curiously thick twit!

Did a few hours of updating this post, and the weariness dawned. So, I’d better get the meal sorted out while I am able.

A worthy 7.5/10 for taste. I got the pots washed, took the evening tablets and got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unstable, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rickety, rachitic, recliner.

Sweet Morpheus came quickly. And I slept through four unbroken hours, without any wakings or calls for wee-wees! Great!

Inchcock – Saturday 5th September 2020: An oddlymost, frustrating, natterless day. Humph!

TFZer gals, a cookin’! ♥

Saturday 5th September 2020

Hmong: Hnub Saturday Lub Cuaj Hli 5 Xyoo 2020

03:30hrs: Woke, wriggled out of the rickety recliner, with some haste. Caught my balance, got Metal Mickey, off to the wet-room, and the Porcelain Throne was utilised; with a difference today. The heavy-duty evacuation came out a light-green, the pain was excruciating, and the deep-red blood flowed so much, this doesn’t bode well at all. However, the most significant change in style was the tinkling (wee-weeing), started off before the big stuff, and lasted none-stop for a full couple of minutes after? And yet, there was no PMAD Post-Micturition After Dribble whatsoever? Trouble brewing here, methinks! 

Washed and medicated things, and off to the kitchenette, and put the kettle on.

I took a picture of the morning view, capturing the distant moon, still clinging on high in the sky.

I used the stick thermometer to take my temperature. The photo I took of the result did not come out very good, as you can see where I added the figures, a 34.4°c reading. Which was fair enough for me, it’s a smidge higher than of late, but needed, methinks.

The sphygmomanometerisationing offered another high SYS reading for me. The Dia and Pulse seemed okay, though.

Then it was back to the wet room, for another wee-wee. A long one again, not powerful mind, more a persistent weak trickle, and once more, no PMAD to follow. I decided I would be commonsensible to prepare the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) and bring out for use during the day, the leaking seemed as if it is going to continue, I thought. I disinfected the bucket, and left it close to the computer chair, just in case. (And, a good job too for it was more than much-used over the day. Tsk!) I took the medications and made a brew of Glengettie tea.

  To Computer Cameron, and proceeded to get myself in a right pickle with things! My concentration was all over the place. SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) was on and off bashing away at me suddenly for short periods. And, as for NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters), well, they were also on and off so often, it was damned hard work getting anything done.

I seemed to be spending more time correcting mistakes than typing! I was jumping from graphicalising, checking things on the web, forgetting where I was or what I was doing after each of the many wee-wees, and updating the Saturday post, became a grind, more than the usual pleasure!

Then, bloody Grammarly kept changing the word-checker to USA English and needed to be changed back every time. Which meant exiting the blog, into the Settings and changing from the UK English, which it is set on, to Australian English, then back to UK English, and reset, every occasion when it went wonky on me!

My frustrations flowed, fermented, and flourished. Franglefurds!

However, through my resilience, determination, grittiness, and resolution, I got the updating finished! Well, alright, I stumbled on, in stupidity, blind-faith, making numerous mistakes and errors, correcting and cursing silently away, in between the wee-weeing, and somehow, miraculously got the job completed. I felt mentally drained, and my will-power and confidence were destroyed. Globknacklebangles!

Posted off to WordPress, went on the WP Reader section, Replied and commented of messages and comment, did some Facebooking (Another long job today), Pinterested some snaps, and went to make a brew. (I think you can take it that wee-wee’s were being taken throughout the morning)

I got some potatoes in the slow-cooker, on a low setting.

Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. And, very tasty it was too! Using the Sainsbury’s Full Cream Jersey cows milk! 

I got out the last of the fresh garden peas and started podding away. I added a drop of the fish vinegar to the pans water.

I can report that Herbert above is in good form and not poorly. The Knock-knocking, scrape-scrape, and tap-tapping, was proof of this.

The nubilous sky looked so wonderful. I did a bit of nephelococcygia-ing. But my mind in the state it is in, I lost the figures and shapes I’d identified, but found others. You can see the moon still lingering in the second picture, that surprised me!

I made a start on this blog at long last (In between wee-wees!). After several hours of slow, mistake-ridden work, I returned to the kitchen to make another brew, this time Glengettie Gold. The cloud formations had changed now. But they looked just as pretty as ever, to me.

I saw the Kodak camera and thought I’d try again to find out how, or if there was a way for me to get it on charging. I used the shorter USB connection, from the camera to the computer-port, and connected it. But I didn’t know if it was working, because the camera has no lights showing on it?

After a while, I pulled out the lead and took my first picture with the new camera. If I am to use this Kodak, first I have to find out if it is charging or not (Not sure how to do this?) Then, discover how to change the picture size to like on the Nikon and Canon, to a broader type shape. But the instructions are just too small to read, even with the glasses and using the magnifying glass! Not that might matter, cause the camera might melt in a bit, then I’ll know this is not how to use the USB connection.

I wanted, like the other two cameras, to use a direct line to the socket for charging. I expected it to be useless. They had sent an American two-pin, fit-it-together-first plug in the box. But it does not fit our English sockets. I just don’t know if it is safe or working at all?

On the screen, the power (I think) bar just show up as plain grey? I toyed with it and got nowhere, then the head and eye dizzy came on. So, I’ll just leave it, hopefully charging for a while, and keep an eye on it for sparks, flashes, or fire bursting out. I keep touching it with the left hand for any signs of increased heat, none yet, so it might not be doing anything other than damaging the computer. I’m not in a good nor contented mood at the moment! Humph! I’m worried, frustrated, and confused, yes!

The sunshine has receded now, and the drizzle commencing.

I took a picture of the view of the scene, though the balcony, with the Canon camera. The Nikon is in charge. It’s got a flashing green light now. I’m going to look on the web to see if I can find what that means, back in a bit.

Aha, the light turns off when it is fully charged. Good!

Now I’ll try to find out about the Kodak Pixpro AZ 675. Back in a bit…

Well, I’ve found the light that should be lit when charging, but it’s not. So I took out the lead from the Nikon charger, and put that in the Kodak, and the light lit up?

I’ll leave it in and hope for the best, and keep checking the camera for heat, I hope it works safely.

No time left for farting around, I have to try and work out how to change things on the Kodak for the picture sizes and shapes at a later date. I have to get some graphics done for the IT page tops, I’ve none left ready to use now. Took the cameras off of charging. With my EQ telling me there’s no need to rush?

So, on to CorelDrawing. Too tired to continue – got nosh sorted, A decent nosh, rated at 7/10.

Took the evening medications and creamed certain areas in need if the same. Furuncles, Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the newly arrived whatever it is, under the armpit, a deep maroon lump, not a bruise, though?

Sleep? Ha! I couldn’t believe that my being so drained and tired, Sweet Morpheus denied me for hours! Hey-Ho!

Inchcockski – Fri 4 Sept 2020: Our hero Inchy, escapes from isolation! But it cost him dearly! Humph!

TFZer In his Cool-It-Cabin?

Wrath

Hahahaha!

Friday 4th September 2020

Latin: September 4th Veneris MMXX

00:10hrs:  After a reasonable, appreciated four hours of Sweet Morpheus, I stirred into imitation life, in need of a wee-wee. (Nothing out of the ordinary there, then, Hehehe!) 

I struggled a bit to rid myself of the STF (Slow-Trickling-Forever) wee-wee, followed by an even longer spell of frustrating AMD (After-Micturition-Dribbling). I had to wait for it to finish before I dared move on. Humph!

I hobbled to the kitchenette, clouting my left ankle with Metal Mickey, the four-pronged walking stick, and nearly went over. Luckily, the door frame was handy for support. “Blooming good start, mush!” I said to myself.

Carefully, I got the kettle on, and the sphygmomanometer and stick thermometer from the medicine drawer. Aha, at long last, the low temperature had gone up! To 35.3°c. A lot better this was. But there was no getting too excited until the BP was discovered. That brought me down to earth again. The SYS was up to 167, ever-changing that is. The Dia and Pulse looked okay to me, but I’ll check on the web for what they should be later. Or if I can find where I wrote the numbers down. Tsk!

A had the pleasure of making a brew of Extra Strong Assam tea. I say pleasure because Toothache Terence was not so bad this morning. I still let the brew cool down a bit before indulging. That Sainsbury’s Jersey full-cream milk, expensive, but it tastes so wonderful. Naughty, mind!

I took the morning medications with another good gulp of the ineffective, defeasible, Peptac Antacid medicine because RLR (Rogers Laryngopharyngeal Reflux) was giving me some breathing difficulties this dark, dank, fine morning.

I’ve got the Optician appointment at 09:40hrs this morning, so I must have another early ablution session. I considered going to town afterward to the Poundland shop. Still, to be truthful, I’m a smidge nervous of going out after so long, even walking to the ophthalmologist, never mind catching buses to town. Mmm? I’ll decide when I get out of the examination room.

I pressed on with getting yesterday’s blog updated and finished. It took me five hours! Tsk! I posted it off, emailed the link, Pinterested some snaps, and onto Facebooking. They seem to have mended whatever was stopping me uploading to my albums, os I had two days worth to catch up on. Visited the TFZers and added a couple of graphics, then went on the WordPress Reader section.

The time now to get the ablutions tackled.

ABLUTIONALISATIONING INCIDENT REPORT

 Session overall rating 7/10. Good!

  • No calls to use the Porcelain Throne this time.
  • Had to be a stand-up session due to the early hour.
  • Toothache Terence was not pleased with my hurried teeth-cleaning! Drops of blood from the gums and much pain.
  • Shaving produced a few nicks and cuts; neck, behind the right earhole. A silly one last off, the left index finger, from dropsies of the razor and my swift, but stupid grabbing the Bic quickly as it fell. What a plonker!
  • The rear-end washing and medicationalisationing afterward went so well, I could hardly believe it. No bleeding from the furuncles or haemorrhoids!
  • The medicating itself was almost a pleasure today?
  • As I was ready to do the body spraying and after-shaving lotioning, etc., I observed how Arthur Itis’s patella was still bulging with the cartilage below showing through clearly now.
  • The old ankle-ulcer scar had spread out a bit, but it was still getting fainter. Almost artistic, as it moves up and towards the shin more and more? (Tate Gallery material?)
  • The body was still looking somewhat chalky-white, anaemic and cadaverous. But the Clopidogrel lumps, welts, and papules looked calmer.

The getting into the new PPs was easy as well, by the way, I forgot to mention that.

Off to the kitchen and put some potatoes in the crock-pot, and salted them with some of the sea-salt crystals, and set the low setting, so they could be cooking gently while I was out at the opticians.

It felt really strange putting shoes and socks on for the first time in yonks. Transfering the flat keys and card, bus pass, etc. to the oversized coat, it all seemed wrong, out of sync, somehow?

I’d decided I’d along Chestnut Way, then right, and walk down Winchester Street, to Mansfield Road and Sherwood. And catch a bus back up the hill. Got the collapsable walking stick in the three-wheeler trolly-guide.

I added some carrier bags to the trolley, as I planned to go in Wilko first. Down and out onto Chestnut Walk. Not many people were out and about, it was still early, around 0830hrs I reckon it was.  

I took a photo of Winchester and Winwood Courts. I didn’t notice at first, but the paramedics were on site again, which one, I didn’t know. By gum, we’re dropping like flies lately! Tsk! Despite my sadness in seeing the emergency ambulance, I pressed on casually.

I poddled along at a really steady pace, and took a picture of the obviously garden-designer corner of between Winwood and Winchester Courts, in front of the link passage between the building. No longer in use at the moment, due to Corona-19.

On to the end of the road, and turned right to go down Winchester Street. I was so annoyed to see a car parked right on the kerb. It blocked access for anyone with a disabled scooter, or Trolley-Guide from passing without having to go onto Winchester Street to get by, including me, of course. And I had to go blindly out because the view of any oncoming traffic was blocked!

All the memories of previous times this had happened flooded back to my mind! Pickleglobknobs! Boulderclumps! Brunglebogs! and Grrr!

Then as I stumbled my way beyond this car, there was some who had parked behind, and left no room at all to pedestrians to walk on the pavement! I hobbled down a bit and turned back to take this photo. Unbelievable! Cragknackles!

Then, doing me bestest not to get all rangled, or hot and bothered, I continued down Winchester Street, only to find at the end of the Muggers-Cut-through, so much rubbish! Bottles, condoms, fag-ends and packets, crisp bags, carriers and broken bits of toys, etc. scattered about.

But I also saw some white (weed?) flowers, that were seen in the middle of all the human detritus, crap, and litter. They cheered me up, they were so beautiful, delicate, and clinging to life. I wish I knew their name. ♥ Gorgeous!

*When I got into Sherwood, and onto Mansfield Road, I took a picture of towards, and away from the City Centre. I know I did, I’m sure I did! Details to come a little later in the diary.

I slowly had an amble up the road and ended up in the Wilko store. I did a search for some liquid funnels, but could not find any. However, being a controlled person I am, I did come out with £10.90 worth of unwanted, unneeded items. After getting to the counter, dropping my £20 note, then the bottle of scent crystals hit the floor, and the lady kindly coming round from the till, and packing them for me into the trolley. Fertummelt! Thank you, Madam ♥.

Up the hill a bit to the opticians! We have to ring the bell at the side of the door to gain entry. A good idea, it stops anyone without a mask on getting in! I was let in before I could ring it today.

Although I’d put in the last two hearing aid batteries, and got them in the lug-holes, hearing what people were saying was difficult with the mask on. A bit of guess-work and watch the speaker’s reaction techniqueing had to be adopted. Try saying that when you’ve had a few, Hehehe! I was seated, and the lady told me to have a rest for a while. Maybe the walk down the hill took more out of me than I thought – then I wondered how she knew with me wearing the mask? Mmm!

The paperwork was brought to me and we went through everything. Then I was moved into the other side of the shop-divider and was seated again. The ladies kept coming to me and saying something, I missed a lot of what was said, but they seem content with me. Then I went into the test room, and a young lady dealt with me in no uncertain fashion, not for her a sense of humour or a chinwag!

But no doubt she was under pressure, and to give her credit, she did a good job. She knew of my cataracts, cloudy vision and floaters already. I told of the changes since the last visit, which were; being diagnosed with Peripheral Neuropathy, then the stroke, saccades, and diabetes. She was not impressed enough to make a joke or comment.

The eye test was done, all via computer and machines now. I had the first of the puffer tests; when I had a bit of bother with Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley at the same time, and my right arm shot out, and I knocked over her tray of test lenses! Oh, dear, that didn’t impress the lady either! I’ve had a few Tuts’ thrown at me, but that one was the loudest ever. Oh, dearie me! More eye examining, and a second puffer session.

Then she told me she wanted to put some Mydriacyl, Minims Tropicamide eye drops in both eyes. This would help her to see behind the pupils easier to find any faults and asked me in sort of Herman Goering fashion if that was alright with me if she did the eye drop test. Was I going to say no? No chance! I’d annoyed her with not hearing what she was saying, knocked over her lenses, and couldn’t hold mu head steady enough when she was testing them, I was too scared stiff to even think of saying no!

After I’d agreed, she told me of the possible side effects: Blurred vision, feeling dizzy or faint, this may last several hours after using the eye drops. Do not drive and do not use tools or machines until your vision is clear again, and your reactions are normal. Headache, and feeling sick, but these should soon pass, but if you do not feel well, call the emergency services straight away. Well, that cheered up no-end! Hahaha! She put in the drops and told me to wait for them to work.

I was seated outside of the test room, and another young lady, very patient with me, came and told me I needed new prescriptions, and would I be using the old frames. No, I said. I told her it didn’t matter what the frames looked-like on me, as long as they were cheap and comfortable. She chose tow frames and got the paperwork done. £300 quid! I didn’t question anything, just meekly agreed. (I noticed later, there was +£52, for extras?) She may well have told me about this and I didn’t hear her.

The eyes were stinging, the blurred vision arrived, then the Sturmscharführeress lady got me back in the darkroom, and carried out her examination. ‘Everything is fine, behind the eyes!’ Thank you!

Out and got the paperwork and bill from the other woman. The right eye had got a little worse this time. Which I knew already, the peripheral neuropathy, the nerve problems and the stroke making things deteriorate more rapidly, I wasn’t surprised or worried, it was what I expected. I thanked them and they released me from the shop.

*I poddled to the bus stop up the hill and had a look on the SD card on the camera to see the photo’s I’d taken. A picture I took on the bottom corner of Hall Street, and both of the Mansfield Road photos, were not to be found! How? Why? What?

Had the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Wairuas, Kehuas, Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To annoy and scare the bejesus, and scare the pants off of me, now spread so they can get at me when I’m not in the flat? Scary!

The bus arrived, and I maneuvered the trolley onto the vehicle relatively quickly, a faint trace of a Smug-Mode was felt coming on, just as I was swiping my bus pass. Talk about the most inopportune time for it, but Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley burst into life, and the bus pass flew out of my hand, hit the driver, and bounced up and touched the roof of the bus, and fell behind the open door!

But it got even better, I turned to have a try at retrieving the card, and knocked the bag of shopping off of the trolley top! Argh!

A chap behind me, getting on the bus, shot to my assistance, and got the card back for me. (Bent and cracked a little now, hope it still works) Bless his cotton socks!

I felt, what’s the word, erm… muted on the trip back to the flats. The dizziness and cloudiness were starting, from the drops I’d just had, I think. I took the slowest ever walk from the bus-stop to Woodthorpe Court. I wasn’t ill or feeling poorly, I reckon it was with embarrassment.

I got inside and, for some reason, felt a bit betterer in myself? I got the magical disappearing photos camera out and took two shots with it.

Not that I expected them to come out on the card.

I was amazed to see when I got in the flat, to see how early it still was. With all of the farcical events, it felt like had been out for so much longer. 

Then I realised the wristwatch was had stopped working!

I knew some or many things were going to go wrong this morning, but I didn’t realise how severely they would be.

The INR Warfarin Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic blood test results arrived.  The new INR level was 4.1, a smidge high, but nowt to fret over. I was surprised at the high dosages given for me. But, it is best if, “He who thinks but isn’t sure, no longer capable of logicality, and is uneducated, and probably in a muddle brain-wise, is advised not to waffle-on about the unknown and confusing aspects of life or death!” So, I’ll shut up. Hehehe!

I made brew of Thompsons Punjana, dropped it, cleaned it up. Got a drink of orange juice, and on the computer to update the day’s catastrophic tale of my escape from isolating. I felt a little down!

It took me hours to get this done up to here, and I had to stop, I was feeling proper-tired out now. I’ll get something to eat, it’s already gone my head-down time. Humph!

I got the meal prepared and served up, washed the dishes, etc. and settled down in the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner, and dined. Flavour rating: 7/10.

I took another wee-wee, and got the plate and tray in the sink to soak, and shot back to the chair, in search of sleep.

Zzz!

Inchcockski – Thursday 3rd September 2020: A chinwag, natter and food delivered. Who could ask for more!

TFZers, in the Cool-It-Cabin?

 Thursday 3rd September 2020

Estonian: Neljapäev, 3 September 2020

03:35hrs: I stirred late in the day for me. But late getting to kip, but I got almost five hours sleep in! So, that was nice! 

As I began to edge my elephantinely-stomached body from the c1968 recliner, the regular call for a wee-wee arrived. I got my balance and utilised the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), it was another SWAT (Sprinkly-Weak-Apricot-Tinged) configurated wee-wee.

I got the bucket, and it’s not easy carrying it while using Metal Mickey (four-pronged-walking stick), to the wet room and cleaned and sanitised the tub. I had a Wobbling-Willie-turn, but no injuries this time. The right hand assumed a Mr Spock salute afterwards. Hahaha!

I took a good swig of the anandrious, weak, not-very-effective Peptac medicine, in hopes of avoiding bother again from Duodenal Donald later on in the day.

I used the stick thermometer and was pleased to see that it was almost the same as yesterday, at 34.6°c. Slightly higher than it has been, but it is nearer to the recommended temperature for an old going senile, chap wot-like-I-am. Haha!

The BP sphygmomanometer gave forth satisfactory readings for the first time in months! Sys was well down. But, I anticipate things will go back up again tomorrow. Ah, well!

I had to make an imitation dash back to the wet room, in response to the sudden tummy ache. And rumblings from within the innards!

Things started as they have been like for several days now. I got down on the raised plastic seat, and the evacuation started at its own pace and then stopped part-way. Out came the crossword book, I winced and grimaced with the pain, and waited for yonks for the action to restart. (Actually, I had one of my most successful Throne-Crosswording sessions-ever) Smug-Mode-Class-3-Adopted! When things reactivated, it was a case of ‘Ooh, argh, yikes’—Khaki-coloured, difficult, foul-smelling, and so messy. But no bleeding from either Phuvana Furuncle, or Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Smug-Mode-Upgraded to Class 2!

Poddled off to the kitchenette, taking this shot of the morning view. I got some new spuds in the crock-pot on low heat.

Then I made a brew of Glengettie tea and got onto the computer. As I sat on the swivel chair, PAP (Psoriatic Arthritis Paul), presented me with some sharp, persistent pains. However, only in the right knee? With the odd failings on Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, the occasional SSS shakes, and the knee, it was not an easy job updating the Wednesday blog. Especially with many trips to the wet room for the SWAT (Sprinkly-Weak-Apricot-Tinged) configurated wee-wees.

But, with my being a super-fit, robust, educated, and full of vim and enthusiastic young person, I stuck at the task. Ahem! Got it finished and posted off to WordPress. Sent the Email links, went on Pinterest, WP reader, and finally on to Facebooking.

Disappointingly, Facebook would not allow me to update my photo albums? So, I didn’t! (Tried again twice later, but no go!) Grumph!

Went to get the ablutions sorted out. A stand-up Job, cause the window cleaner might be calling early later-on, don’t want to miss him. It was yet another, unexpectedly, grand, Fantastic-Ablutionalisationing-Session! Toothache Terence a little annoyed, just the one dropsy. No, I say NO, dropsies doing the shaving! Fantastic!

The medicationalisationing was the opposite of the washing, though. Nine dropsies, part-cleared the floor cabinet of medications, lost balance getting the PPs on, clouted the back of my right hand on the door handle as I went over! Ah, well, you can’t win ’em all!

Drilling noises from above, I assume it was the floor fitters, doing the lift lobby on the 13th floor. Made up a couple of small black bags and took them to the waste chute.

Back to the flat, at the computer, when a message came through on my latest model of the mobile phone, what I’ve got. I rang night-club dancer, and ILC Warden Deana to ask for guidance. She said she would call later on in the day to have a look and do the yearly Q&A routine. I thanked her muchly.

The sky suddenly went all dark, so much so, I got the camera and took a shot of it through the balcony windows from the computer swivel chair. I checked on Facebook to see if it would allow me to add some photos to the albums, of course, it wouldn’t!

I did some updating of this blog, but it was hard work, and the Neuropathy affected shoulder was beginning to ache dreadfully, now.

The door chimes rang out, it was the window cleaner chap. He soon got on with sorting the job out, and we had a bit of a natter as he did so. I paid-up, and he booked me in for 1st November for the next call. Off he trotted to the next flat in need of his services.

Half an hour later, Deana arrived. She helped me out a lot today. After investigating the message on the phone for me, she found it was for Fire Alarm testing? Which has been done a fortnight ago, then by the firemen who attended the false alarm the following week? She explained that I had a medical appointment on Saturday morning. They rearranged the test for Wednesday 16th, twixt 0800>1300hrs.

Deana then checked the balcony door that will not lock at all. Deciding it wanted levelling. She rang the Nottingham City Homes maintenance back and got an appointment for them to look at the balcony door, on Wednesday 30th, twixt 0800>1300hrs.

Then went through my personal details as needed. I signed the tablet, and Deana trotted off, to do more examining. As usual, I felt a little cared for after this yearly visitation. ♥

I got some fresh peas podded, and cooking in the saucepan. Then checked the slow-cooker potatoes.

The weariness and fatigue arrived and hit me hard today.

Got the medications taken, and served up the nosh. As part of my abysmal efforts at dieting, I had another fish fodder food dinner. Bootiful!

Smoked mackerel, Royale surimi sticks, new potatoes, tomatoes, Irish Farls, and some terribly undercooked garden peas. Fish vinegar on the fish and potatoes, butter on the farls, and sea salt on the tomatoes. A selection of seedless grapes on the side. 7.5/10!

Then the importantist part of the day, a search for Sweet Morpheus! I was too tired to do any logical thinking, and even the Thought-Storms were not bothering me. IKt still took me ages to nod off. I had to keep waking up and utilising the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), every one of the annoyingly aggravating STS (Slow-To-Start) mode. All with PMAD (Post-Micturition After Dribbling).

Although often broken, I did get about four hours kip in, so nae worries.

Taketh care out their,

Although, to be fair,

When I had hair,

Not a lot there,

It disappeared somewhere,

Just like the sanity, I share,

It’s only fair and square,

To say, raising smiles everywhere,

Is for what I really care!

Wrote in support of the Outer Peruvian Pregnant Kangaroo Appreciation Society

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 2nd September 2020: Vampired by the Nurse!

TFZers In the Cool-It-Cabin?

Wednesday 2nd September 2020

Finnish: Keskiviikkona 2 Syyskuuta 2020

01:25hrs: I woke, once again in need of a wee-wee. But my thoughts were of the worryingly crusty feeling from the PPs, no doubt about it, dried blood, caked on. Very gently, testingly and nervously, I inched myself free of the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, and onto my feet. Caught my balance, and very cautiously, limped to the wetroom to sort things out.

I needed a Porcelain Throne session by the time I’d arrived got to the WC. But needed to sort out the ‘leakage’ first, so ended up unwisely, holding things back while I cleaned up the blood and wrapped and dished the PPs!

Removing the part-calcified haemoglobin was a smidge painful. (I’ll say!) I cleaned the area up quickly and got down to start the Throne session. Huh! Agony is the only word to describe it. But, it didn’t take as long as it has done recently but was a much messier affair. The freshening and medicalisationing was another uncomfortable job. As far as I could ascertain, Harolds Haemorrhoids and the big furuncle had both been leaking blood overnight. I’d determined, that the bluey blood was from the boil, the deep red was from Harold’s piles.

The Germolene and Germoloids creams were spread together all over, and much of it, too! I think I’ve ordered some of both creams on the Sainsbury’s order for Wednesday, next week. I got almost instant gratification when I felt the pain easing within a few minutes of ointments being applied.  Thank Heavens! 

As I wobbled to the kitchenette, I could have sang with joy as the pains from my rear-end, began steadily diminishing, and heaved a genuine sigh of relief.

I took a snap of the window, with the washing hanging up to dry on the curtainless rails. Got the kettle on and took a customary look outside for any signs of nuclear war, fires, or the Lord was returning. I spotted what I thought was a single star, and tried to zoom in on it for a closer shot. But it was not to be, it was a jet aeroplane, and being zoomed in, and with it moving so fast, and unable to steady the hands, I failed at three or four attempts to photo it and gave up. I’m not sure if you can see it, I’ve made the photo larger just in case you can. The plane is near the centre just below half-way down.

I got the Health Checks done, starting with the blood pressure hemadynamometer. Which was not good, the Sys was still too high again, at 161. The pulse and Dia were both okay I reckoned. I’ve stopped trying to use the new in-the-ear thermometer now. Too much bother, it rarely gives a reading in numbers, just high or low, anyway. Tsk!

The old stick one was working, and for the first time in ages, the temperature had gone up a smidge, to 34.7°c, not a lot, but at least up a bit on recent days.

I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and took the medications.

Go Computer Cameron going, and used CorelDraw to edit the photo’s on the SHD card. This took me so long, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters didn’t help any, with the nerve-ends coming on and going off-line! Grr!

Many hours later, I’d managed to get the Tuesday blog updated, sent off to WordPress, the link emailed, shots on Pinterest, Facebooked a while, then made a start on this post.

The Vampire nurse is due, I checked the timing on the calendar, and guess what? I found an email come in from Sainsbury’s, telling me that the delivery today will be at 17:30>18:00hrs! Not only had I got the time mixed up, but I was seven days out on the date! What a proper Shmegegge! Fool! Twit!

Disappointed with one’s self, now! I set off for the wet room to get the ablutions done.

Showerhead

Not a single showerhead-dropsies! Yee-ha!

By Jolly-Jingo, that went exceptionally well! No hassle cleaning the teggies, shaving produced not a single cut or nick! Although a fair few dropsies of razors! The showering, despite the water not being too warm for some reason, went great! No showerhead dropsies, just the soap (2), loofah brush (2), and the razor (2), and a not serious at all clunk of the shoulder against the grab bar. Brillmagic!

The medicationalisationing, as was expected after the earlier bleeding, was done with great care, but inevitably the pain factor was not a good one. Overall, this session left me feeling salubrious, and in a Yellow Level ‘Risk-Of-Contentment-Mode’! Hehehe!

Unfortunately, during the drying off and getting the fresh PP’s on, I did clear some of the stuff off of the floor cabinet with the towel. But only a few!

I had to take four wee-wees during this session? All of them of the annoying piddly SWI (Sprinkly-Weak-Itchy) variety. The now wrinkled left hand, of its own accord, began to imitate a Mr Spock sign? Haha! The redness was pleasant to see, but it soon faded when I exited the wet-room.

To the much-used kitchen again, and made a mug of Glengettie tea. 

I took a shot of the changing morning sky, with its forming steaky clouds.

Then back onto the computer.

I found this unintentional picture as well on the SDH card. I must have taken it either getting to open or close the window, I suppose. See that? See how keen, alert and sharp I was there, working that out? Ahem! 

My beloved Vampire, Nurse Hristina, might come early, I hope. I had a nosey at the thermometer prices on Amazon. Ah, the Vampire nurse arrived! I was automatically cheered up even further! The gal was in a rush, I think she’s changed her route around so she could visit me earlier, bless her cotton socks! ♥ She soon had my blood taken, and off she had to fly.

I did an hour of sorting and trying to clean up a bit, but Anne Gyna began a marathon stabbing session, and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) went full pelt at me for several minutes. I was done in, shattered, ready to drop.

So I closed the computer, got a drink of water and sat down, fighting the urge to sleep, in case I missed the Sainsbury order arriving!

I felt a little perkier and got up and sorted the PP’s in the wet room, restocked from the rubbish room. They look a little like they are not going to stay in place too long, don’t they? Tsk!

I spent a while sat on the throne, occasionally having a bash at the crossword book, and stewing over my never having thought that I’d end up how I am now. No depression mind, just a smidge of pathetic feeling melancholy, perhaps.

I soon came out of my mini-spell of the blues, as I rose from the plastic seat, and knocked some medications off of the floor cabinet top. Then hit my shoulder on the metal bars of the seat raiser, as I bent down to retrieve the objects. Thus, setting SSS off on one of her short Shuddering-Shoulder-Shindigs! Blockstooum!

Into the kitchen to take the belated afternoon medications.

The precipitation was falling with a particular venom when I got into the kitchenette. I caught a bit of the temporary gloom on offer with these two pictures taken from inside of the balcony, not wanting to open the windows and get wet. But the rain still came in through the gaps in the window layout and soaked me. Grangleclogs!

I then got the bags ready to go back to Sainsbury’s, and an empty Amazon box from the junk-room for the Sainsbury’s fodder to go in, as they are no longer supplying carrier bags.

I was sorting some graphics for updating on CorelDraw. Then took some treats to Olive, Limoncello desserts, G&T’s, some 99 calories chocolate noughat bars, and a packet of biscuits. She gave me a tray of green grapes in return. We enjoyed a little chinwag, and I went back to the flat. (All of three paces, Hehe!)

The intercom flashed. It was Sainsbury’s food delivery lady arriving. She was a cheery soul, and she mentioned some substitutes they had made, asking if they were alright, which they were with me (Surami Sticks, different brand). No lemon & lime spring water, or Sourdough bread. She soon had the things put in the box for me and put it through into the hallway for me, too. I slipped her a can of G&T, thanked her, and off she trotted.

I got the fodder through to the kitchen, a veritable feast of fantastic looking, but some naughty foods. A Smidge-Of-Guilt Mode adopted!

I soon got the meal made up, no cooking involved, cause the spuds were already done in the crock-pot, the left-over garden peas were in the saucepan. I tried some of both of the tomato varieties, both were decent flavoured. The grapes were lovely, not too sweet with a slight tang that I enjoyed.

I was worn out by then, I struggled to stay awake while I was eating the meal. Put the things in the bowl to soak, checked the windows, lights, stove etc. and got my handsome features, and muscular-firm body down belatedly, into the c1968, rickety recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheous.

But no success! It was hours before I nodded off. Anti-Inchcock Though-Storms being the main reason. Then I felt the need to put things to rights, wars, crime, Coronavirus… you name it! Tsk! Criggleblogsworthisms!

Inchcocksi – Tuesday 1st September 2020: Haemorrorhoid problems. But, Hurrah! I got the fish vinegar delivered!

TFZers & Pets ♥

Tuesday 1st September 2020

Czech: Úterý 1 Září 2020

03:30hrs: Woke up, wanting a wee-wee, and a wee one, it was too! I fumbled to get my ever-growing stomached body from the £300, c1968, second-hand, nauseously beige-coloured, haemorrhoid damaging, rickety recliner, got Metal Mickey, and gingery wobbled my way to the wet room.

I leaned forward, holding on to the grab bars, and it must have taken me about three-minutes or more to clear the pathetically small amounts of tiny-trickling droplets that sprayed more over the surrounding area and myself than hit made it to the porcelain! (Phimosis-Plato). Another five minutes to clean, antisepticise, and change the PP’s. An excellent start to the day, this is!

I poddled to the kitchenette, and as I turned on the light, I could not help but see how the flipping anaemic-looking and ghostly legs and feet appeared. But at least the ankle ulcer had faded some more.

Took my temperature with the stick-thermometer, 34.3°c. Which is higher than it has been for a while, so things were looking up in that department. As I took a good swig of the weak, not-fit-for-the-job Peptac medicine, a sore throat revealed itself! Tsk!

I then got the sphygmomanometerisationing dealt with. The SYS was up again, but DIA and the pulse were down.

I’m not sure if this is good or not, but the 161 for the sys is definitely over the top, methinks.

The knees were looking normal, and almost pretty, though. Hehehe! The left leg seems to be hiding its Clopidogrel, thrombophlebitis, femoral, spider, tibial, and popliteal veins from view? (I’ve had a letter about them from the hospital, and thought I’d show off, here, Hahaha!) But the right leg is still showing some of his veins, lumps, and growths off? Most peculiar! 

I made a brew of Glengettie tea and off to the computer room. I spotted the fodder things from last night on the side chair, and took them into the kitchen and got them washed… but where were the fork, knife, and spoon I’d used? I made a lengthy and in-depth search for them. In all the many nooks and crannies, between the furniture, underneath, all without any success! Krankles!

Again, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, grotesqueries, urchins, karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To destroy the sanity, confuse, and scare the hell out of Inchcock!’ I gave up the rummage around for the cutlery, with the hopeful, but untenable thought, “I’ll find them later!”

I put the mushrooms in the crock=pot and put them on a low setting.

Got the computer on and checked the incoming Emails. The daily local E-letter news update showed these figures of yesterday’s Corona Virus in Nottingham. Not good! New cases for the last week or so have been averaging three a day; now it’s 23! The figures in black lettering on another page confused me?

I went on the massive amount of comments on WordPress comments and answered them both. Haha! Onto the WordPress Reader section. Read and replied to some Emails. I made a start on updating the Monday post.

Which I was doing, when Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kicked off. Within half-an-hour, the scapular joint was stingingly aching something rotten! Then she stopped suddenly, I was well-pleased with this. Then Anne Gyna had her bit of fun. Stabbing sharp variable pains all around the chest area, this lasted for a long time. Despite my taking an extra Statin tablet, and I had no spare Beta-blockers to use. My first ailments ‘bad patch’ of the day this was. So I can’t complain, really.

I got the maroon jacket soaking in the sink bowl to ease out the dirt while I was ablutionisationing.

I limped off to the wet-room and got the ablutions sorted out. So many dropsies I had no chance of keeping a record of how many. A couple of shaving nicks, both thanks to SSS. (Shuddering -Shoulder Shirley). But no real Whoopsiedangles, or Accifauxpas.

After drying off, my magnificent, manly, musculoskeletal mass of masculine body, firm, taut and muscular manhood, medicating and Brut spraying, I got the jacket thoroughly ‘Surf’ washed.

It took me ages to get it done, wrung and hung on the coathanger over the sink. Then I had to mop up the spilt overspilling on the kitchen floor and myself (Tsk”).

I gave myself a good crack on the head when getting down to access the escaped fluids. I took this photo, turned, and hit my right knee against the server trolley leg. Ah, well! I might have muttered something like. ‘Oh, bother’ to each accifauxpas. Haha!

I felt a sudden stinging from the rear-end and was sure it was emanating from dear old Harold’s Haemorrhoids. At first, I feared I might have used the wrong cream in the medicationalising earlier, so poddled back to the wet-room to investigate.

I cleaned, sanitised, and then wiped off whichever cream it was I’d used earlier and applied some Germoloid with the extender used. Which caught against the furuncles, and a new set of bleeding started! It didn’t half make me jump!

Back to the kitchen, made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and took a snap of the morning view, with the bottom field’s grass in it, looking rather patchy?

The furuncles were really stinging, now!

I got the two big recycling bags made up, along with a couple of small black bags for the waste chute. Balanced them on the three-wheeled walker guide.

What a fool, they would not go through the front door! Hahaha! What a Schmuck! I rearranged the load and set off to the waste chute room.

No hassle going to the waste-chute and depositing the black bags down the shaft. Then to the lift lobby, and down to the ground floor. I’d forgot to take the camera with me. Tsk! No one about for a natter, I left the bags near the bin.

Back up to the flat, made a brew of Glengettie, and checked the Emails, went on the WordPress Reader section, Facebooking, ad then made a start on this post. I spent a long time sorting the photos out on the files.

Landline call, from the Morrison driver, who asked where the building was, as it’s his first day on the job or time he’s called here. I gave him instructions, and he soon arrived.

I got the carriers handed back to him, and took the delivered ones to the kitchenette.

I was tickled pink to see that all three bottles of the Fish Vinegar had arrived okay, and the milk roll bread. Oh, and the Irish potato-farls, I wish I’d ordered more of these, now. Tsk! I’d only ordered mousse to go in the freezer, I still struggled to make room in the freezer for them.

Got the fresh stuff into the fridge that was fullish now as well.

The Piccolo tomatoes looked a bit battered and not fully ripened, but later, when I ate them, they were fine tastewise.

I got on with the podding of some peas, with the customary losing of many of them as they shot off in all directions. I lost an awful lot of them, and at least eight had hidden themselves away somewhere out of sight! But I did find a single ‘gone-hard’ pea I’d lost last week while searching. Hahaha!

I opened the fridge door, to put the remainder of the pod peas in, and the new giant pot of Yeo lemon mousse shot out from the inside of the door, and it made one hell of a mess as it burst open. Spraying the carpet, floor, fridge, wall heater, serving trolley, and my feet, legs, and belly, with the yoghourt! Grobbleknangles!  Another cleaning up session required. Phumft!

I got the meal prepared. I’d decided, as I was so tired and feeling a bit weak and drained suddenly, this was an opportunity to start on my dieting. (Also, I’d forgotten to order any fresh potatoes, Grumph!) So, just two farls, fresh garden peas, fish sticks, tomatoes, beetroot, and two little buttered milk roll slices, and a small pot of mousse was all I served up! Willpower, you see! (Ahem)

I got the pots washed, a wee-wee, and got down to settle in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, not-working, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy, yet tottery, rickety recliner. And Sweet Morpheus arrived within minutes. I think I was dreaming of sleeping?

The landline burst into life and flashed away and woke me. (Sob!) It was the gorgeous Vampire Nurse, telling me she would be calling tomorrow morning, twixt 11:00>13:00hrs! I thanked Hristina, made a note on the pad, and got down in the recliner again.

It took a good while before I could get back to sleep. So bad, I turned on the TV, that did the trick. At the first set of commercials, I drifted off into dreamland. Ah, nice!

Fungleboggles! Gruffungrobblings! and Skulldrapbonks! I woke up after an hour or so, in need of the Porcelain Throne! Argh! I could cry at times!

I fumbled my way out of the recliner, caught my balance, and off with Metal Mickey to the wet-room. This evacuation was rock-solid, resistant and agonising! The motion began, of its own accord, and within seconds had firmly frozen where it was. I don’t know how long it was I sat there in pain awaiting reactivation. My efforts to encourage things only brought more discomfort. The pen I was using to do the crossword with, actually ran dry of ink!

By the time it was finished with, the lower rear department was sorer than I has been in years! The furuncles and Harolds Haemorrhoids were bleeding, and believe me, it took ages to stop the flow. I’ve never used so much Germoloid in one go before! I even took an extra Co-codamol.

Back in the recliner, impossible to get into a comfortable position, sleep was not coming. I turned back on the TV.

Yet there was no nodding off, and I could sense the bleeding had started again. But was so tired, I relied on the PPs to do their job, and eventually, Sweet Morpheus returned… Worran ‘orrible night!

Sorry if this sounds a little common and crude, but life is at times.

TTFNski!