An Ode to My Ailments

6Sat04

Barry Bladder & Hernia Harry

6Sat07

I went in the QMC for a Hernia operation,

Summat else came to the surgeons attention,

He said he’s found cancer in the bladder,

But not to worry, he said as we had a natter,

He’d lasered both problems with antimatter!

But I suffered later, Harry returned, it’s mind over matter!

 

6Sat05a

Duodenal Donald

The problem was soon outright,

Although it was a bit of a fight,

The surgeons said it’d be risky and tight,

But things should come out alright,

But couldn’t stop the bleeding, that was a fright!

They did stop it finally, to my delight!

 

6Sat08

Haemorrhoid Harry

I have to say, this left me feeling sore,

But surely it will mean, Haemorrhoid cream no more?

No suppositories, prodding, probing, Cor!

But they returned, worse than before!

 

6Sat05

Aorta Albert

A bit of a shock, when I saw the Doc,

She said you’re a chip off the old block,

Your Dad had such an op, a bit of a shock,

Makes a change from operating on your buttock,

But you’ll pull through me old cock!

 

6Sat03

Sandie Seer

Twitching eyes, jump and jerk,

But when steady, they still work,

Though not a regular querk,

It can drive you berserk!

 

6Sat03a

Nerveless Nigel

Diagnosed two weeks before the stroke,

By Dr Rahannmuta, a wonderful bloke,

Not averse to a laugh and joke,

Although I don’t, he said you must not smoke!

And gave me a year, before the nerve-ends die, get broke.

 

6Sat09

Suzie

Worra shock, I was in a terrible mess,

Couldn’t wash, shave or even dress,

Two months hospitalisation, no less,

Why I ask, but it remains answerless,

The After-Stroke Physio leaves me breathless,

But certainly not painless!

There are periods when I feel brainless,

But some helpers have been invaluable, God Bless!

 

6Sat10

SSVB

(ScabsSpotsVeinsBulges)

Caught this in the Stroke hospital ward, one can’t forget,

Blood-papsules, weals, scars, lumps, bulges, a guaranteed bet,

Welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples, maculations, invariably on the legs set,

Thrombophlebitis and assorted Clopidogrel grooves and ridges show,

The legs appearance change every day, a new vein or burrow,

A reaction to a changed medication, they say to me,

Vasculitis and venous thromboembolism or VTE,

What next, can I charge folks to look, Hehehe!

Right-hand side sensory nerves are almost kaput,

The neurotransmitters, nearly as dead as a mutt,

I’m even getting boils and growths on my butt!

 

6Sat11

Myasthenia Gravis (MG) – The latest ailment.

 This was written, to cheer missen up, and it did!

I thank you!

WDPT07R

Inchcock – Tues 19 Nov 2019: After-Stroke Physio Session. Lots of Nottingham photos, this cold day!

1 Nov 20

2019 Tnov 19

Tuesday 19th November 2019

Icelandic: Þriðjudaginn 19. Nóvember 2019

0Nov 19

WD 0.30.0B 00:05hrs: I woke, with instant lachrymose thoughts of having to go to the physio torture-session this morning! It’s not supposed to be like this, is it? Not feeling in good spirits, and confusing messages from the EQ. The pain on the top of the left foot was a mystery. (In fact whatever was causing this dissipated over the next four hour, to nothing less than a tenderness?).

Up from the recliner, and off to the Porcelain Throne, noticing that Arthur Itis was not too bad at all. (Thank you!) The session was just the same as the ones earlier. Massive, a bit of blood and not painful or messy at all!

2Tue07I moved the handwashing onto the airers, and made a brew, and took the medications.

WD 0.30.0B The annoyingly irksome neurotransmitter problem was a bit bad this morning, and my grip on things might well have caused a few Accifauxpas, but they were all near-misses. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

Industrially, for me, I got on with the updating of the Monday post with a certain determination, and a lot of effort, considering the typing difficulties I was having. Having got the post finished and sent off, I needed another Throne visit! This throne visit was betterer. No bleeding at all, but still messy. Went on TFZer Facebooking and then got the ablutions tended to, a stand-up job with it being so early.

Ablutions were done with a few dropsies. Only one shaving cut, but a bugger to get it to stop bleeding. Got dressed and made up some black bags for the chute later. I set off out into the bitterly cold morning and struggled to the bus stop on Winchester Street. Realising I had not got the hearing aids in! What a Plonker!

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2Tue12

Only just got to the bus stop in time, in fact the driver waited for me, before pulling off as I was settling the side-saddle seat, and a lady stopped me from going over on the floor. Bless, her!

Off in town and walked through the Victoria Centre (Mall) to the Tesco store. Where I bought hand-washer liquid, biscuits, gin & Tonics for pressies and mushrooms and apples. Then had a hobble to the Poundland shop on town on Wheeler Gate.

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I really lost it in the Poundland store and got so much stuff, I had to stop after paying at the self serve tills, to get the things to fit in the strong carrier and the wheeler bag! I’d got two diaries for handing out, a bag of croissants for the Physio nibbles, birdseed pellets, a 2Tue13can of pork and ham, and orange biscuits. I did notice when adding these photos, the amount of discarded chewing gum everywhere. Tsk!

I made my way up through the slab square, up Market Street, over Upper Parliament Street and onto Goldsmith Street. I spotted a card had been dropped near the tram stop, and with some difficulty, retrieved it from the floor. It was a female student’s Union ID card. I could not get up the steps at the Trent University to hand it in. 

WD 0.30.0B The session, I’m not too keen on describing and will keep it short: Pointless, as I could not hear much that was said. Only six Strokees today, including me. The young Asian girl had bought some Chinese individual nut-brittle type nibbles, and I tried one, very nice! Then took the empty bag to use as identification, to try and get some later. The Session Kommandess was in, superior-snide comment-mode, Put-Down-looks, and Never-give-a-direct-answer-divert-it-with-a-comment-mode (Mind you, she is so expert and persistent at this!) – reading from her leaflets to us. I left early. Said my farewells and off to get some hearing aid batteries. Nuff said about that!

Out into the still bitterly-cold weather. It felt like I had been released from penury! I made my way to the Asian shops in Hockley, is a search of the nuts that the young lady kindly supplied for us all, at the Torture (Physically and Mentally) Session. Going through Trinity Square.

WD 0.30.0B I thought I’d take some photographs, and spotted a female crouched down near an advertising board, as I viewed for the first shot, I recall thinking I hope she’s all right, and as the lady quickly got up and walked away, I realised what had been taking place. Oh, dear! She must be suffering.

2Tue19

2Tue16Now I know what the building works were last week. Erecting another booze-den for Christmas. With bars, restaurants and pubs closing down all over the place, I think we could have done without this Danish delight of a Lager-Shed? The prices being asked might be keeping away Nottinghamian’s, though.

2Tue20There was a Canadian Foodshed there as well. I thought of Chris, TFZ treasure Pattie and Andy in Canada. I must get some shots of the food on offer next time I go into town, to show the TFZers. This cabin had only just opened by the look of it. They do not have much room to work in. I detected no smells?

2Tue28I got to the first Asian shop on Heahtcoat Street, called ‘Asian Mart’, and was lucky enough to find a similar product after asking an assistant and showing him the wrapper. Then I went down Hockley to the Asian Express store and asked an assistant there, but got a definite no, with a shaking of her head.

2Tue24I made my way back to Nottingham’s Slab Square, down Victoria Street. A grim baron place at the best of times. Although they tell me it comes to life at night with the binge-alcoholics, druggies, and the dance-shakers out and about.

2Tue25At the bottom of the road, I took a snap to the left, down along Bridlesmith Gate. Another so sad place. Since they closed down the Broad Marsh Shopping centre for the redevelopment of the mall, bus station and car parks, so many businesses have gone bust on this road. Sob!

2Tue23WD 0.30.0B At the back of the Council House on High Street, I came across a rather fresh looking piece of Nottinghamian Street Art.

I got around and on to Long Row, where there stalls and rides for the Christmas con-artists,

2Tue26The Helter-Skelter,  still have to find anyone using. I’ll be surprised if they try coming back again next year. Well, I will be if I’m still here. Hehe!

I poddled on in the cold to the bus stop on Queen Street. And when it arrived I got on, sat in the usual side-saddle seat, and got out the crossword book. Which, I flabbergasted myself with when I ran through the uncompleted puzzles and got about four answers! Swank-Mode-Adopted!

I walked back from the bus, helped off of it by, as well, the Sweet Lady form the Fourteenth Floor, or is it fifteenth? We had a jolly good laugh and natter on the way to and up in the lift. Said my farewells, and into the flat.

WDP 11mLI almost went for a wee-wee, until 2Tue27I realised I didn’t need one. Hahaha! I got the purchases stored away, the pressies and nibbles too. The tomatoes were Spanish, so they went in the fridge. Which I would never normally do, but these are so 2Tue29tasteless to start with, it won’t matter. I didn’t realise they were from Spain, or I would not have bothered getting them.

WD 0.30.0B The Poundland items also held a bit of mystery. Why did I buy a can of Pork & Ham, that I do not even like anyway? I pondered a few minutes over my lack of concentration, forgetfulness, vagueness, vulnerabilities, ambiguity, ailments and addlepatedness, and how these affect and redound on everyday living. My conclusions were inconclusive, mainly due to my lack of concentration, forgetfulness, vagueness, vulnerabilities, ambiguity, ailments and addlepatedness!

2Tue30The usual afternoon weariness and fatigue arrived, later than usual for once. I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung. Nice phrase that! Haha! 

I took a shot of the view from the unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed window.

I got the meal prepared. Not that it took much in the way of cooking, only the battered onion rings needed any heating up.

2Tue31I settled down in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner. The one that my Xyrophobia-suffering, crooked Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-robbing, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty recliner. And masticated and swallowed everything edible on the plate, plus the evening medications! Taste-Rating: 8/10.

I put on the ‘Auf Wiedersehen Pet’ tape to watch the last episode on it. I don’t think I lasted until the end of the introductory music… cause the DVD and TV were still on when I woke up around midnight! Ah, well!

Inchcockski Today – Monday 18th November 2019: A labyrinthine of insipidness, and caring people today ♥

1 Nov 19

2019 Tnov 18

Monday 18th November 2019

Corsican: Luni 18 Novembre 2019

0Nov 18

01:05hrs: I woke, immediately cognizant of how tired and drained I felt. At first, I thought I must have nodded off for a few minutes and woken, but no! I’d had my head down and been in the land of nod for about six hours or more! (I’d fallen asleep watching the England v Kosova football match) Almost unheard of before for me, but clinomania began to develop. Gawd-blimey, I felt so drained and tuckered tired!

As I was climbing out of the £300 second-hand, horrendously-beige-coloured, c1968, sometimes working, but not today recliner, the xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged. While he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later). I felt the over-eager desire for the Porcelain Throne developing from within. It was so urgent, it may not have been eschatological, but still needed my best of physical efforts to get to the wet room in time.

WDP09LWD 0.0.255 The evacuation started before I had settled on the Throne. Luckily I managed to desticate the situation just in time to avoid an embarrassing predicament. A very similar to the last three days, almost getting familiar sounds and sensations followed: Pain, ‘Kerplunk’ followed my some final odds and ends splashing, and an airing of a relief receptive “Ahhh!” But I was not going to get caught out again, I remained seated and waited for the sudden trickling of the wee-wee to arrive, late as has been its habit recently. It did and was even longer but weaker than of late. I was on the verge of reaching for the crossword book when it stopped. Cleaning things up after the session, I came across a real worry, the bleeding was thick, deep red and a fair dollop of it. This was not from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, far too dark a colour. I will have to find time to get to see the quack about this. All cleaned up.

1Mon 01I went to the kitchen and moved some of last night’s handwashing about from hangers to airers.

Got the kettle on, made a brew and took the medications. I still keep thinking I’ve missed some off since they stopped so many of the tablets. This reminded me of the drop-dead gorgeous Polish phlebotomy nurse calling this morning, and, correspondingly, I cheered 1Mon07up a bit at the thought.

Thinking of appointments, I got onto the computer and checked the Google Calendar to see what’s coming. Mmm, a busy three days, no wonder I can’t get anything done is it? Tsk!

It would take too long to record all of the following wee-wees, suffice to say that they were frequent and all of the RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) style. Humph!

I got the Sunday post completed and sent off. Then went on the WordPress Reader, then got caught up with the TFZer Facebooking.

WDP11LPattie 01cWD 0.0.255 I went to make another brew of tea. All went well until I moved the mus tp ner the fridge to get the milk out, and the failed neurotransmitters caused me to lose all sense of contact and I dropped the milk on the floor, some milk escaped and ended up on the tiles! I believe I may have said something to the tune of “Oh, fancy that!” At least I chose the Arla milk carton. If I’d picked the glass sterilised milk bottle, I’d have been in a right pickle having to clean-up the glass. Not that clearing up the Arla lactose-free milk was a doddle. It didn’t half make the floor sticky! I ended up having to get down on my knees and use the cleaning rag and copious amounts of kitchen towels to get it sorted. Naturally, the getting back up again started the Arthur Itis knees and Back-Pain Brenda off! Defcon level 3 engaged!

Now in a bad mood as well as feeling tired, I made for the computer, to make a start on this blog. But the peripheral Neugalgia was still bothersome on and off. Errors made typing was increasing as was the correctional activity. And my temper and annoyance at the ailments!

My lack of patience, and rattiness, I suppose, made me give up, and (carefully, cautiously) make another brew and watch some YouTube clips. I was getting into a ‘Fed-Up-Mode’!

Josie called and returned the dinner things, saying she enjoyed it and I was spoiling her! Coy-Mode-Engaged!

Off to get the ablutions done:

WD 0.0.255 WDP 13elSuccess Rating;

  • Dropsies: 8 (9 if you include falling off of the sock-glide) Haha!
  • Shaving Cuts: 0 ☑
  • Got under Shower – left sink with tap running.
  • 1Mon09Flooded, drain not coping: 1
  • Sink drain-plug-hole not working. 1
  • Sock-Glide-Battle: I lost on points
  • Stubbings: Stubbed my toe getting the metal shower chair wiped. 1

WDP 08LIt took me over an hour to get the water to drain away, then the water closet failed to work when after I’d taken a wee-wee!

1Mon09bAfter a considerable about of blind-faith and guessing at it, it worked again! Smug-Mode-Assimilated!

Then, with the partial but doubtful success of my getting the flushing returned, I tackled something that has been nagging at me for weeks – cleaning the electric fire that I cannot afford to use, frontage cleaned. I was so proud after getting looking half-decent!

WDPright03WD 0.0.255 But could I get back up on my feet again? No! No matter how I tried. Starting with the physio’s advice, tried my own ways, went back to the physio mark two advice… and the day was saved! The intercom went off and it was the super-beautiful Polish phlebotomy nurse. I got to the intercom on my knees and used the stick to press the button to let her in. Using the sides of hallway’s walls, I was determined not to look a fool in front of the oh so delectable delicious nurse, and I was back up on my feet!

WDP 11kL1Mon09aThe laughed when I told her. The blood was taken with no external bleeding.

She even rang the Sherwood Health Centre for me and made an appointment for me. She’s too good to and for me, and I love it, and her!

She left, I cried, and then pulled myself together, made a brew, took a rather appealing photo of the view of the very almost cold sunshine outside, that did look pretty beautiful all the same.

1Mon10

Then got on with some updating on here, and put the appointment the Angel of Mercy had made for me, onto the Google Calendar.

Then on impulse and partly because I now had none left, I decided to catch the bus into Arnold and get some haemorrhoid cream!

A bit of a rush to get to the bus stop, I briefly called into the ILC’s Independent Living Coordinators for older and vulnerable customers, holding and interrogation office. Who, according to Nottingham City Homes, promote the general wellbeing of tenants in our schemes. They will encourage the development of a supportive environment where social activities are encouraged within the context of respecting individual privacy and promoting independence. Undertaking home visits with our tenants to ensure that the health and wellbeing of residents remain at the forefront of the service area. Possessing experience of managing a diverse workload with conflicting priorities, They have the knowledge and understanding of the needs of older and vulnerable people, providing a primary point of contact for tenants in a given location. They will adopt a collaborative approach in situations where they need to refer and liaise with voluntary agencies and carers, activity coordinators, community organisations, health and social care services, emergency services, stakeholders, as well as colleagues and families of the individuals they are supporting. Good communication skills coupled with an adaptable and proactive approach to continuously improve and develop the service are essential. They have the ability to create and maintain both paper-based and computerised records, where they will accurately update tenant and scheme records, record incidents, log visits and calls, as well as records actions taken. Tact and sensitivity will be shown at all times. As well as knowledge and understanding of health and safety legislation, GDPR and safeguarding policy to ensure client safety, maintain personal information and uphold client confidentiality. They will also demonstrate the ability to make accurate and timely decisions, using their own judgement in sometimes complex situations. They will require a flexible approach to working in terms of hours and location. Just thought I’d mention it. Haha! Poor devils!

Out to the L9 stop, and listened and joined in the gossip, moans, niggles, complaints and laughter from the other tenants. Got on the bus and the crossword book out, I didn’t do very well mind.

1Mon11Dropped off in Arnold, assisted off of the bus by a complete stranger, that was nice! Thanked him, and over the road to the Wilko Store.

WD 0.0.255 Where I got conned by the pricing ticket on the shelves. There was clearly a £1 price sign uner the Germoloid Haemorrhoid cream. I was tickled pink at seeing this amazing price. Especially so cheap, and this being the best cream of them all for Harold’s Haemorrhoid treatment! Put it in the basket, and got a leach and washing-up liquid as well. To the check-out, paid without thinking, and poddled off to get the bus back home.

1Mon12Walking along High Street to the bus stop, it dawned on me. (I often get dawned-on, you know, Haha!) I’d just paid £4.39 for a 50p washing up liquid, a 49p bleach and the Germoloid cream? So how much was I robbed of for the ticketed as £1 cream! I was miffed about that! But I felt a right gullible fool at the same time. Humph!

The crossword book came out again on the bus. I got an answer in an old puzzle, I go through those I have not finished repeatedly, and getting this one, cheered me a tad. But that was it, no more success… Ah, that could be a title for my Biography? Har-har!

1Mon13Back at Winwood Heights, and got off of the bus last, another tenant offered to help me off the bus. Kind of him, but I wondered if I was looking over-pale or sickly today. Hehe!

I walked in the cold sunlight to the Winwood Court entrance on Chestnut Walk.

1Mon14From near the door, I took a photo 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! With its finger tearing metal window openings (Even a maintenance man, after being warned when he came to inspect the crumbling concrete or cement bits falling from the ceiling of the balcony, still trapped his finger in the clip, it bled, he swore… I remember it well). The only flat having an invasion of Boll-weevils! The new light & view-blocking new windows with their wide sticking out ledges, which have put an end to my being able to look down to see if a fire engine is in attendance or to take photographs straight down. The sink plug that needs unblocker put down it almost, no, every day! The water closet that (I’ve timed it!) takes 15 minutes to refill, and has cigarette burns all over it, inside and out from the previous tenants? The intercom that cannot be heard when anyone calls, not that this is crucial, cause half the time it doesn’t work anyway. The Fire Alarm that I cannot hear activating! The kindly supplied by Nottingham City Homes pillow-shaker fire alarm, that goes off more nights than not, but there is no fire. The heaters, that need a degree in engineering to manipulate… Oh, I am so sorry, I got carried away there! 

1Mon14aI turned and took a rather natty-looking as it turned out, I think, snap of part of Winwood, and a distinguished-looking Winchester Court.

One of the surviving trees from the upgrading process added a lovely touch I reckon! I often have a chat with it as I pass by, you know!

1Mon15As got inside and popped into the Wardens Holding Cells. There were all three ILC’s all together, which is a rarity, so I took a picture of them and handed some nibbles out. Left to right, they are, Julie (Winchester Court), Deana (Woodthorpe Court), New Gal (Winwood Court?)

I was soon off back to flat.1Mon16

Some mail had been delivered. A PollCard for the lections on 12th December to pick some more robbing, lying, two-faced, obnoxious, uncaring set of politicians to lead the Government again. The voting is taking place in the new big social room, so I’ll have less walking to get to it this year, Haha! And another letter from the Police, cause I had forgotten to reply to their original letter about the Pegasus updating. I must get some help with this.

1Mon16aI got the three items purchased put away, leaving the Germoloid, the expensive Germoloids cream in the wet room. I thought about the nosh for a while as I made a brew and took the medications.

The sky was so bright and very misleading from indoors. Looking out at the admittedly 1Mon18beautiful sky, it appeared as if it was all warm out there. In reality, when I opened the window to take this photographicalisation on the right, I took it sharpishly, cause the cold coming in through the opening, almost made me jump! Low clouds, I wonder what that means? Rain? No, surely not.

I decided on one of the Roast Vegetable Risotto meal and planned it in fine detail (Oh yes, I was determined to get it right!) I got the tray in the oven cooking, set the timer for 15 minutes, got some caramelised gravy made. Added some cut-up tomatoes, and got it in the pan heating up. The timer rang, and I got the tray out of the kiln, added the sourdough baguette, gravy and tomatoes, mixed it all up, and back into the oven for another 15 minutes on high. Fanny Craddock? Gordon Ramsay? Galloping Gourmet? Huh! Hahaha! But I was not over-confident really and feared this might turn out to be a bit of a disaster. But I am known for my being on the horns of a dilemma, shilly-shallying, iffyness, panicky-moments, nervousness, lacking confidence and hesitancy. Not to mention my hypomnesia, wool-gathering, absentmindedness and moments of puerile-obliviousness. I think that covers it.

1Mon19I made a bit of a mess serving up the meal, but after smelling and seeing it, I left the cleaning up until later and got on and took the meal on the tray into the front room to feast on.

WDP09LWD 0.0.255 Argh! Again, (Unbelievable!) I just got sat down, tray on knees and was about to take my first forkful of fodder – And the landline rang and flashed at me! Grumph & Grobble-ackers! It was a call from the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thromboembolism Clinic, (A mouthful that!) with the new Warfarin doses. Current NR level was down to 1.7, so the new doses will be 2½ today, and 2 every other day. I thanked the lady. I’d taken the med’s early already, so just took another Warfarin straight away.

Then, back to the dining. A veritable, tasty feasting was had! 9/10 for the Taste-Rating!

I got the things washed up from the cooking and did the handwashing. Then settled down to watch an Auf Wiedersehen Series one DVD. I got through the first episode well enough and enjoyed it. During the second one, I drifted off into what I thought was a deep sleep.

WD 0.0.255 But, when I sprang awake a couple of hours later, there were signs of nocturnal nibbling having taken place, all around me. Guilty! Crumbs (Likely from the Mannen lemon wafers), and the odd half-a-peanut here and there! Also, as I moved to get up for a wee-wee, I found a teaspoon, where a teaspoon should not have been! That made my eyes water!

To the wet room, with comparative ease, Arthur Itis was being kind to me, although a ne pain had developed on top of the left foot, a bit of a mystery that one? The wee-wee turned out to be of the URP (Ultra-Resistant-Painful) mode.  

1Mon20I cleaned up nocturnal-nibbling residue from around the recliner and decided to make a brew.

I noticed the red sky on the horizon and took a shot of it.

I made the tea, returned to the TV and turned back the DVD to watch the missed part of the episode… Zzzz! (No DVD, No tea! Hehe!)

Inchcock Today – Saturday 16th November 2019: Lots of photos from my trip to town.

1 Nov 16

2019 Tnov 16

Saturday 16th November 2019

Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 16 Samhain 2019

0Nov 16

WD 0.0.50 00:25hrs: The first thing that broke into my muddled-chaotic mind this morning was that ever-present humming, drowning wind-like noise that surrounds the entire block of flats, and how extremely noisier it was! Grr!

6Sat03WDP 13LWD 0.0.50 Then the Colin Cramps started off again, and a few well-chosen, well not really; more like automatic silently mouthed curses were uttered, as the agony sank in! Yet, amazingly, this passed very quickly, confusing my already befuddled brain even further!

WDP 16RWD 0.0.50 The need for the Porcelain Throne became apparent, and the dysaesthesia made getting up out of the £300 second-hand c1968 recliner more difficult than usual. I must have looked like a drunken man, as the myasthenia gravis and dying autonomic nerves ensured I could not sense the arms of the chairs, and ended up in a fine mess, half-in and half-out of the chair muddle! I had to smile at my predicament! The Idiopathic side-affects made my escape from the huddle I found myself in, was not easy. It took planning and forethought before my manoeuvering my mass into an upright position. It took that long, the necessity for the Porcelain Throne usage had moved to Defcon Two!

WDP 10LWD 0.0.50 I stumbled my way to the wet room, knocking stuff off of the Ottoman and clouting my elbow on the door frame on the way! Not a second to spare, onto the throne, and a half-way evacuation got stuck! The crossword book helped me kill time and not think so much of the painWDP 13dR for several minutes until things started moving of their own accord – then the pain level rose, but there was no controlling the action. Gritted my teeth, grimaced a bit, and finally a splash-causing ‘Kerplonk-Thunk’, and blessed relief! Phew! Then the cleansing and sanitising and medicating had to be done, off course. Bleeding from Little Ichies fungal lesion, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids! No matter how far I get behind with things today, nor how bad the weather will be, and having to struggle with two-hourly buses, I will have to get out today, and get some more Haemorrhoid cream! We’ll see?

I recalled belatedly of a dream I’d had. I think it was Silver, a cyber-friends cat, who kept coming down off of the ceiling hanging cat-run and purring at me, then back up and jumping down and repeating this activity? Great dream! I made a friend for life in it!

To the kitchen, took the medications and made a delightfully flavoursome brew of the Thompson tea. I had nosey out of the window, taking a few snaps of the scene.

6Sat02a

The rain was very light but just as soak-you-able as yesterday’s was. Haha!

I proceeded in an Easterly direction, to the computer. And got on with updating the Saturday blog, which only took me about three-and-half hours! With many wee-wees, all of the SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) style, as I did so. Had a look at the WordPress reader.

WD 0.0.50 DSCN0919The damned annoying whining, droning noise from outside seemed to be getting even louder now! I went to make another brew. And the imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance was most involuntarily performed, and the Polyneuropathy caused me to drop the walking stick and mug of just made tea! It went over the floor and the tall brush & dustpan, so cleaned up and returned after making another mug of brew, to the computer to make a start on this post.

I pondered on how to get to town later for the Haemorrhoid cream, Strong vinegar and some Balsamic vinegar, too. I used the last of it in with the sliced mushrooms in the slow-cooker.

The ablutions had to be done next. But I got sidetracked again, and did the handwashing first, and wrung and hung.

WDP 11kLThe ablutions went phenomenally well! One, I say One cut shaving, no damage doing the teggies, a few dropsies as is to be expected with the myasthenia gravis problem being so much worse this morning, no sock-glide injuries and just the one belting of the elbow on the door frame. (I’m getting a little too regular with doing this lately) Smug-Mode-Temprarilty-Adopted!

WDP 13bLWD 0.0.50 Until the need for another Porcelain Throne evacuation arrived as I was coming out of the wet room. A colossal-dollop that the system could not handle! I ended up trying to free things, and filling the jug with water repeatedly to get things moving again! Peeving that, and a messy job! Ah, well, no bleeding this time!

Iceland delivery expected soon. I checked on the Saturday bus times on the computer, I 6Sat03ahope the food comes in time for me to get the L9 bus at 10:32hrs. If not, then so be it, I’ll stay in, or walk down to Sherwood just for the haemorrhoid cream.

Iceland arrived with the nosh. Not a lot came, but then again, not a lot was ordered!

6Sat04Mostly Christmas treats for others. And nibbles for me, including seedless red grapes, savoury bites, chocolate nuts and crisps.

Also, new potatoes, thick-sliced tiger bread, cooked meats, Cheeselets and Twiglets. Two boxes of 6 of Walnut Whips and button mushrooms.

6Sat05I made a brew of tea, took a picture on the view outside, and updated this post a bit.

The persistent flaming howling and droning winds whatever they might be remain just as bad!

Got myself wrapped up all nice and warm, and set out to the bus stop.

I met Angela and Roy on the way through the link-passage, handed out some nibbles, and we had a little natter. On to Obergruppenfüreresses holding cell, no one in. Spoke to Herbert as I walked through the large social area, and out to the bus stop. I listened to the chinwagging, and we all (about ten of us) got on the bus when it arrived. Had a failed bash at the crosswords en route.

6Sat28I dropped off at the bottom of Hockley and went to the Asian Food store. It’s always best to go there first, cause their aisles are filled with goods and very narrow, I had to keep collapsing the trolley to get through to have a nosey around. Coming out with some crispy seaweed snacks, and what I went there for in the first place, a bottle of the delicious fire-brand strong tasty Marca Pina cooking vinegar. Very nice when added to mushroom, don’t you know.

WD 0.0.50 I plodded up the Goosegate Hill, and down through Pelham Street and Thurland STreet, and into the Wilko store. Realising as I did so, that I am disabled, and needed to go further on to Parliament Street to gain access. The entrance on Thurland Street involved steep stairs getting in and out. Stairs, which, with the Walker-guide, was impossible for me. I’d not thought of that until it was too late, Hehe! I came out less well-off, cause I got carried away a bit… again, with the buying-disease! I came out with a full trolley-guide bag and a large carrier bag, both being almost full! With, Fabric conditioner, liquid soap flakes (handwashing), Snack Brazils, chocolate peanuts (3) for £2, and some hopefully more powerful, sink & drain unblocker.

6Sat07I paid up, and out onto Upper Parliament Street, where I took this photograph, to the left along the road. Showing the street musician, who attends this spot every weekend it seems, not that it was producing much interest from the passing Nottinghamian shoplifters, yet. But credit to the lad, he does usually do well in collecting monies from the ladies in particular. Despite his chronically bad music, voice, hair, scruffy beard and hoodie. Good for him! You don’t need skills if you’ve got nerve!

I popped into the Poundland store and spent some more. On black bags, another but cheaper sink unblocker, and yoghourt peanuts. Just as well the bags were nearly full, it stopped me buying even more unwanted stuff! Tsk! Paid at the self-serve tills.

I had a hobble down Clumber Street. Taking some, I think, decentish photographs.

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6Sat13As I turned into Long Row, the first signs of the Christmas Fayre appeared. The famous little helter-skelter, not exciting enough for kids nowadays, was not doing much in the way of trade again.

WD 0.0.50 I called in the Exchange Arcade, under the Council House. Not any customers in there at all. And the picture I took, which dissolved, off into the ether, not on the SD card, gone forever, Humph! I came out in the end entrance, onto Long Row, which was half-way down on the left, hidden in the photo above. I took snaps to my left, ahead and to the right, of the not-very-happy looking Nottinghamian’s, milling around the stalls and rubbish bins.

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6Sat21AT the bottom of King and Queen Streets, the Ice Mountian Slide was busy.

From the Nottingham Post Site:

Report on the Toboggan Ride

The Ice Mountain Toboggan Ride – At Winter Wonderland. Part of this year’s Winter Wonderland, the ride can accommodate two people at any one time and will cost £3 for two goes.
The ride starts with punters climbing the staircase to the left of the slide, popping their bottom into the middle of a giant inflatable ring, holding on to the hand-grips on either side and being pushed down the slope.

So, two runs for £3. Not bad that!

I timed the descent of the two in the photograph, it lasted for seven seconds.

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6Sat26I poddled up Queen Street and onto Parliament Street, and took this picture of the sensibly well-wrapped up Nottinghamian’s going miserably about there Saturday ventures.

Then back down the hill, to the bus L9’s bus stop. I observed the replaced during upgrading gargoyle shelters on the rooftop.

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I felt a little sad that the architect designed figurines had been removed in the cleaning process, unsafe I suppose? For sheer devilment, later I made a mock-up of how I would have liked the shot to appear. Hahaha! I am a clot!

I had another failed effort at getting some more crossword answering done on the way home. The bus filled up well en route, and back at Winwood Heights, about fifteen residents alighted the bus alongside me. A tenant waiting with a few more, to get on the bus, saw me struggling a bit with the trolley-guide and kindly assisted me onto the pavement. Those who got off of the vehicle were all a little nimbler than I. They shot inside the flats ahead of me, out of the cold.  I don’t blame them either! So, a lonely, chin-waggless journey through the link-corridors and big social room it was. Although, I did say hello to Herbert, who had done marvels during the afternoon with his jig-saw puzzle progress.

WDP14aLWD 0.0.50 I met a gent and lady at the lift lobby, and we went up together having a chinwag, I got out to allow them to exit the cage on the fourth floor, and the lift doors closed and it shot off before I could get back in with the trolley-walker. Ah, well! I waited for one to arrive.

WDP 11gRWD 0.0.50 I got back up to the flat, and straight to the wet room, for yet another Porcelain Throne session and a massive long slow wee-wee! Where is it all coming from? Another near-system blocking evacuation, and a wee-wee that again got me having a bash at the crossword book! Still, on the bright side, little bleeding and not a messy effort, at all!

I got the purchases stored away, and made a start on the day’s nosh! I made some lamb gravy up, and sliced onions and tomatoes then added them in a pan to heat up while the potatoes and minced lamb cooked in the oven. After twenty minutes, I took the mini-ready-made meal out of the oven, and added the gravy, tomatoes, onions and the last of the balsamic vinegar, stirred things in well, and back in the kiln for another half-hour. (The food, not me!)

WDPStraightWD 0.0.50 It was at this stage, that I felt a right dumbo! Nothing unusual I know!) I’d realised I had forgotten to get the Harold Haemorrhoid Cream while I was out and about! An angst-making bout of mock-spitting, cursing, self-loathing, depression, self name-calling, and self-questioning followed! Schlemiel!

6Sat27WDP 09LThe meal turned out superbly. For me anyway, others might not have appreciated it as much as like-wot-I-did. For I had overcooked it a tad, but I caught it in time before anything got burnt, just extremely well done, which was perfect! A taste-rating of 9.2/10 was given! Yummy!

I got the few pots washed, moved the handwashing about on the airers, and took the evening medications. Then settled into 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. The one that Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later).

Got the TV on, coughed a few times, passed wind, and I was soon off to sleep – amazingly!

Inchcock Today – Fri 15 Nov 2019: Feeling a bit rough around the edges today, a late ailments-storm. Tsk!

1 Nov 15

2019 Tnov 15

Friday 15th November 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 15fed Tachwedd 2019

0Nov 15

Now there’s a Challenge!

WD 0.0.5 23:00hrs: Woke-up and removed my body-mass from the recliner, and had a wee-wee, it was a long, painful, reluctant wee-wee, in the LSDOP (Long-Slow-Drawn-Out-Painful) mode. The Porcelain Throne usage was also required when I got in the wet room.  A little-tiny ‘Phwlup!’ escaped from the rear end. The aroma was atrocious and instant! The evacuation was most reluctant, bottom-splitting, slow, massive, and bleeding. Humph!

 Then I washed and got the kettle on. Did the handwashing and got it wrung-out and hung. 5Fri02

I used the Nikon camera to take this straight-ahead view from the unliked, unwanted, thick-framed, light and view-blocking new kitchen windows that they cunningly designed so old less able folks can’t reach the glass to clean it! Being early, and still night time, the lights seemed brighter, and of course, the emergency 5Fri01services blues and headlights added to the colourfulness. I made the mug of tea, took the medications early, and took a blind picture of Chestnut Walk below the flats. I say blind, cause the new windows having such wide sills, at 5’2″, I’m not tall enough to lean out far enough to see what I’m picturing!

I got on the computer… but, it was such a slow slog! So, I got the graphics done first.

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I worked on CorelDraw for a good few hours, and eventually got the needed graphics, page tops, and Thoughts done. I was just going to start making up the templates. Several wee-wees were taken during the CorelDrawing, all in the same style. I began to update the Thursday blog. I achieved this and got it sent off to WordPress.

WDP11Lwd 0.0.5A WD 0.0.5 I went to make another mug of tea. I poured it out and waited for the bag to brew. Then I dropped the spoon and cup all over the darned kitchen floor! The fingertips had started to lose their sense of contact again! The cleaning up, made Arthur Itis kick-off as well, and I clouted my head on the counter corner, bending down. I got some biscuits to have with the freshly brewed cuppa! Holly-Molly!

WDP 11fLWD 0.0.5 Back to the computer, and found that WordPress had been updated while I was away, and a new ‘Block-Editing’ system installed. A new layout and I was having enough bother with Pheriphral Neulagia, without getting stuck and unable to get my pictures on correctly! Eventually, (two-hours later), I got back to the current editor, but can’t find the spell-checker. A headache came on! But the coughing got far less?

Took this Nikon camera shot of the now blue sky.

5Fri003Had a bash on WordPress Reader, then onto TFZer Facebooking. The door chime rang out, and the chap from the Physio team had arrived. I’d got it all mixed up in my bonce, I thought the Medicine Team lady was calling today? We went through some questions and answers and I started using the things left for me for physio. It was hard going, and the landline rang and flashed while I was doing the ups & downs. It was Sister Jane. She’d sent me an Email and was just telling me so. I had to ring-off, to get back to the times exercises.

WDP12LWD 0.0.5 When the bloke had departed, I got attacked by Dizzy Dennis, and now, hours later, pains in the stomach and the dizzies are still with me, plus the headache is getting worse! Hello, sharp pains behind the eyes now! This is not good, cause the fatigue is setting in as well, feeling weak and tired with it? I may have to call for help. Maybe a hobble-out might help? No, perhaps not.

5Fri08I checked on what Jane had sent me: Well, it’s of no help, other than bringing on the guilt that is already there. Haha! But I blew up the picture to have a read of it, she thought it might be worth me putting in the Inchcock Today. It should get a smile or two, methinks. Definitely, something I suffer from! Called, Oniomania!

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5Fri005Glad to hear that Pete didn’t pass on any radiation poisoning after his scan! And his not glowing in the dark is reassuring! He-He!

I re-jiggled the handwashing on the airers. Had another wee-wee, slightly different variety this one, catch-you-out type: an AUMSOBO (An-Uncomfortable-Marathon-Session-Of-Blasting-Out) mode.

WD 0.0.5 I can’t make my mind up about this funny turn I’m having. Dizzy Dennis, headaches, sore-throat back again, odd stings in the stomach, and weariness was coming over me suddenly. The stabbing pains behind the eyes are persistent. Mmm?

5Fri007I decided against going out, I’ll try eating, and just settling down I reckon, watch somebody call at the door or ring me!

I got the Korean and Irish mushroom in the pan earlier, and I’ve just turned them on, a low light. Oh, heck, the stomach ain’t half-churning now!

WD 0.0.5 Christ, I just stood up to go and check on th5Fri10e mushrooms, and all but toppled over! Humph! Good job I was using the four-pronged stick. It suddenly went all dark outside!

I don’t want to moan, but I ain’t feeling good at all, I’m not even feeling like eating now! Still, I’ve put some black bean sauce in the pan with the veg chilli and mushrooms on low light. I’ll just try a bit of it, I don’t think it’s a good idea to eat too much how I’m feeling.

I’ll get the medications taken. Half the nosh served, and settle down to eat, and then hopefully fall asleep.

I might feel better when I wake up… that’s if I can nod-off… confusing innit? Hehe!

5Fri27With a great deal of care that was not commensurate with how I felt, I got the meal prepared and served up. Took the medications while eating. Per contra, not feeling too good in myself did not stop me from eating all of the noshes on the dish and tray.

WDP 11eLwd 0.0.5A The Korean and Irish mushrooms, along with the added black bean sauce, seemed to cool down the strong chilli taste, and it suited me down to the ground – which is where the first spoonful ended up, via my belly, legs, chair, and foot! Hahaha! Good job I overordered on the kitchen towels. Got it cleaned up, and was soo back dining to my heart’s content, on this 9/10 taste-rated delight.

6Sat03aThe landline burst into hardly-hearable sound, but the red flashing light worked okay. It was my pulchritudinous, highly-desirable, heart-flutter-causing, beautiful angel of a Polish phlebotomy nurse on the line. Informing me that she is due to call on me, Monday, twixt 09:00 > 11:00hrs. The heart warmed at just hearing her voice! I thanked her and got the computer on straight away to put the appointment on the Google calendar. A few medical meetings are coming up.

6Sat01I got the nosh things in the washing-up bowl and settled in the xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, sometimes not, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. With my feet up on the chair, and cramps were attacking the legs and feet, something awful! The dizzies and other ailments were still with me, but they seemed less severe and bothersome for some reason? I reckon that my speaking on the phone with the Angel of Mercy and twinkling passionate eyes had had a good effect on me!

The GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) was utilised several times over the next few hours of failing to get to sleep. Varying from USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) to BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) types. Evacuations must be terribly dull for folks without bladder problems. Hahaha!

WDP 11gLWD 0.0.5 And, the late in the day Porcelain Throne visit, was a right scary affair! Constipational in nature, marathon-lengthed, bloody, massive and about as painful as I could cope with. Add the coughing bout and my toe stubbing when getting off of the throne, led to an uncomfortable, hurtful, cleaning, and sanitisationalling session! I returned to the recliner literally pooped and tuckered-out!

Yet still, sleep would not come! A few times, I felt the eyelids drooping, and a coughing bout would destroy my sleeping plans, repeatedly! I put the TV on and thought I’d watch a DVD; this usually sends me off to kip. I was viewing Clint Eastwood’s Gran Torino (50p at the Charity Shop in Sherwood) when the cruel Colin Cramps came again. It took ages for them to ease off this time. I tried the Phorpain gel and took an extra Codeine 30g, but they had little effect, mind you, the headaches eased off nicely. Tsk! 

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

1 Nov 03

2019 Tnov 03

Sunday 3rd November 2019

Hungarian: 2019. November 3, Vasárnap

0Nov 03

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TTFNski folks.

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

Nov 01 2019

2019 Tnov 01

Friday 1st November 2019

Bulgarian: Петък 1 ноември 2019 г.

0Nov 01

1Mon03

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I made an Iceland order.

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

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

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

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

5Fri007Well, here it is (Above) Humph!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2019 sOct 31

2019 sOct 31

Thursday 31st October 2019

 Hebrew: יום חמישי 31 באוקטובר 2019

Oct 31

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

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

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

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

I moved on to finalising the Wednesday post.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2019 sOct 30

2019 sOct 30

Wednesday 30th October 2019

Danish: Onsdag 30 Oktober 2019

Oct 30

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2019 sOct 29

2019 sOct 29

Tuesday 29th October 2019

Hmong: Hnub Tuesday 29 Lub Kaum Hli 2019

Oct 29

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Nuf said!’