Inchcock Today – Friday 25th October 2019:

2019 sOct 25

2019 sOct 25

Friday 25th October 2019

Javanese: Jumuah 25 Oktober 2019

Oct 25

WD 0.0.50 02:25hrs: I woke, and again, in the blink of an eye, I was in need of the Porcelain Throne. Getting to be a habit this is. I reckon it must be the fourth morning in a row now! The task of going through the series of After-Stroke physio moves as recommended, well, more like commanded or demanded, had to be abandoned.

I tackled the sometimes laborious and painful job of getting my chunky-but-wobbly body out of 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. Out of interest, I think he has since made and is operating a drone, to spy on me!

I seem to be getting the hang of this four-pronged walker now, I got to the wet room without any walking into anything, tripping myself up, or knocking owt down or over! Smug-Cocksure-Mode-Adopted. (Albeit, only momentarily).

The evacuation was quick, I had no control over this, it did it of its own accord. But, the mess it sprayed and left all over, left, took some cleaning up. Ah, well! Washed the dandies and wiped the contact points with antiseptic disinfectant.

To the kitchen, used the prongs to stand the stick upright, while I took the medications, moved the handwashing to the drier, and made a brew of tea.

6Sat05aWD 0.0.50A Walking into the stick and knocking it over, was painless… Hitting my knuckles on the tabletop counter, it should have hurt me, but didn’t at all! With the right-hand side nerves not getting messages to the brain with the Peripheral Neuralgia, this is one time I was happy to have the affliction. Hehe! The nerves-ends must have been having one of their on-strike moments when I clouted my hand! Which of course meant, when they came back on-line so to speak, I got a shocking pain and wondered what the hell it was, then realised.

I took a picture of the morning view from the unwanted, cumbersome, heavy, dangerous, 5Fri02thick-framed, uncleanable, light & view-blocking new kitchen window. It came out not too bad, I had changed back to using the Nikon camera. I’d forgotten how to change it to Night-View.  Shlimazel! Sad it is!

5Fri01WD 0.0.50 I went to fetch the till receipt from yesterday, to help me remember things for the diary updating, from the trolley-guide bag. Oops! I’d left some stuff in the bag overnight. These are the three diaries, and two boxes of chocs left to give out, the sherberts saucers, toothpaste and can of beef I’d bought from the Poundland store.

I was so determined to get on with the updating of the Thursday blog, but several things hog-tied my hopes. The hands and fingertip nerves were not in full-time use this morning, the droning whining noise that permeates all around the building was getting on my nipples, destroying any concentration, and mind was continually going blank on me, so many words I had to look up, just escaped my grey-cells! Then, the worst, but not least expected…Virgin (4b)

So, I made a written list of things to get from Morrison’s, when Mr Fries company kindly got back going, I made up an order and sent it off. I’m really weed-off. It took me until gone 7:30hrs before I got the post finished. Globangrations!

Virgin (4b)

Sodditt Down again! Going to go out!

5Fri007I got ready, and in a slightly pee’d-off mood, I set out into the rain I (again), out and along Chestnut Walk outside the flats.

The vehicles were still parked around the bus-turning island. Humph!

5Fri007cThere were car parking spaces free, but then they may not have been when the thoughtless but desperate folks parked naughtily. They may have not had any option but to park causing an impediment to the bus drivers?

It’s not going to be easily solved.

5Fri08I got to the bus stop, one chap already there in the shelter. We were soon joined by others, and a little chinwag was enjoyed. The winter leaves were falling as well as the rain. The trolley wheels will get stuck up with leaves and roadside detritus, and need cleaning-up before getting back to the flats, methinks.

2Tue10WD 0.0.50 A bit of flooding on Chestnut Walk.

As the wind blew the rain into the bus stop, the City-bound bus arrived and departed. Moments later, the Bestwood L9 came, and I ensconced my self in the corner side-saddle seat. There were many shopping trolleys and walker-guides already on the bus, and more joined them when the tenants boarded the bus. Until we got to Sherwood, when many alighted, it was a bit of a struggle to get settled comfortably. I had a natter with some other passengers, but they were too far away from me to follow the conversation correctly, but the odd smile and bursts of laughter were appreciated, cheered me up a tad.

When we got in Arnold, a complete stranger to me lady, helped me off of the bus, when she saw my arm and leg shaking. I tried to thank her, but she shot off when we got down onto the pavement. I crossed the road and went into the Wilko store, in search of their chocolate-covered peanuts. I got to the shelves where they were stored, but could not find any on show. However, I did invest in some yoghourt covered nuts, chocolate-covered brazil nuts, plain walnut-halves and a bottle of the Wilko Liquid Soapflakes. Oh, and the nuts were in recyclable packets, too!

WD 0.0.50 Near the checkouts, I dropped some bags of peanuts, and as I was struggling to retrieve them, and the same kind lady from the bus earlier appeared from nowhere, and picked them up for me! To the checkout and paid the £7.33 bill, and the shaking started as I was putting the purchases in the trolley bag and lost some packets, the till lady came around and picked up the dropped packets, and loaded the trolly-bag as well, for me! 

I seem to be coming across some kind Nottinghamian’s this week, bless them, thank you all! ♥

WD 0.0.50 Out into the rain, and I hobbled, avoiding the deep puddles, to the Boyds Store in search of some Magnesium tablets, but they didn’t have any on sale today. So I limped down to the Saver Shop, and they didn’t have any in, either. Humph!

I called into the Iceland store. I came out with a frozen Sausage & Bean Casserole ready-meal. Yoghourt peanuts and some Sherbert saucers. Paid-up, and made ‘my getting wetter by the minute’ way, to the Asda (Walmart) store. Where I got carried away again, buying fodder! I got to the self-serve checkouts with: Handwash liquid, fresh tomatoes, lemon yoghourts, Cox’s apples, a milk roll loaf, fresh mushrooms and a packet of Wholemeal slice in half cobs, that were really soft and fresh, to give to Mary when I call to see her at her flat on the way home. I’ve not seen her lately, hope she’s okay. If I cannot get to see her, I’ll ask about her welfare at the Warden’s Holding-Cell office.

5Fri09I paid the demands of the machine, (£7.84) and somehow got everything in the trolley-bag and carrier.

As I was leaving the store, I got involved in a rare Pedestrian Jam, as opposed to a Traffic one! Hehehe!

5Fri10I hobbled along, doing my best to control the trolley-walker, as it leant one way then the other, always threatening to topple over, on the hill up to High Street shelter, to await the arrival of the L9 bus.

WD 0.0.50 The bus-shelter was cram-packed with Nottinghamian’s all trying to get out of the rain. They did not appreciate me inching my way in to join them, and seemed disgusted with the trolley-guide as they were forced to make way for me. Humph’s and Tuts were heard! Hehe! After several buses arrived, the mob thinned out, though.

I did notice that Asda had added a giant poster to their self-service petrol station wall.

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I took the photo of it, then a zoomed-in shot to see what it was they were displaying. A perfect idea that; why not a poster showing alcoholic Special-Offers at a petrol station! I thought this a bit naughty.

WD 0.0.50 The L9 came, and I struggled to get on the bus, with the Peripheral Neuralgia inspired right leg, kicked-off on one its Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines. Talk about bad timing! The driver gave me look that said; “Bloody hell, another idiot!” After I’d settled in the end side-saddle seat, where more support is available, the leg gave-up dancing. When we got two stops, further along, Mary got on the bus! Another friendly set of passengers and a half-followed conversation and giggle ensued en route to Daybrook. Next stop, the lady who assisted me off the bus, and saved the day in Wilko’s got on, and the laughter increased. Most folks got off in Daybrook, and Mary and I had a chucklesome waffle, but I’m not sure if either of us heard the slightly hudibrastic things that the other was saying correctly or not. Haha!

WD 0.0.50 But I had an attack of cramps en route!

We arrived back at the flats, as the rain was easing off at last. I remembered to give Mary the wholemeal cobs (Nearly forgot to, though!), and we walked back to Woodthorpe Court, parting in the lift as she got off on the first floor as we said our farewells.

WD 0.0.50 I went up to the twelfth and got in making for the WC, and had a CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) wee-wee. Blimey, it came out with a belated vengeance! I had to wipe-up the splashback areas, including myself!

5Fri12I made up a sort of pot-luck, Heath Robinson affair of a stew. A can of stewed steak, added mushrooms, tomatoes and black bean sauce. Left it simmering for ages, but remembering to stir it regularly. Stripped off and got into the fresh jammies, and got the handwashing soaking in the bowl in the sink while the fodder cooked.

I had a taste of the stew when pouring it into the dish, and it was a winner flavour-wise! I 5Fri14had an apple and a lemon yoghourt for afters. I took a can of Diet sugar-free Pepsi to guzzle afterwards. My Taste-Rating was 8.8/10, Cowabunga! The light lemon yoghourt was excellent!

After feasting, and having some Milk Roll bread with the meal, I decided to get the handwashing rinsed and on the hangers or airers to start drying. They might be dry enough to wear by about February. He-he!

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5Fri15The heat from the airers helps warm the place up a bit.

I got the pots washed. Then took a completely different to the last one, LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee, and got 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 five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, recliner, and turned on the TV. Which turned-out to be a waste of time! I repeatedly nodded-off and woke again… I think I did stay awake long enough to watch the first half of the Kitchen from Hell episode but drifted off properly then.

Not that I stayed awake, although I can’t remember doing it, there were signs of nocturnal nibbling found in the morning. Lamentable Lad that I am!

Inchcock Today – Friday 13th September 2019: What a mixed day – Whoopsiedangleplops, Bonhomous, enjoyable chinwags, and the toilet got blocked. Fiddledeedee!

2019 Sept 13

2019 Sept 12

Friday 13th September 2019

Albanian: E Premte 13 Shtator 2019

3Wed01c

WD 0.51.51 03:00hrs: I stirred, and blenched the moment I tried to move. By Jiminy, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) was giving me so much bother in the knees. To be expected, mind, with yesterday’s Accifauxpas! I laid there a while, to praise the NCH gals, who rescued me from the floor.

With difficulty and throes of pain, I managed to rise from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working but not today, recliner. Within a few paces, the knees began to free up, which was surprising, and very welcome! They still hurt, but nowhere near as much as when I woke up. (Could this be a betterer day in the offing? Haha!) I got the handwashing onto the airer. Had an INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee. Took the medications. Made a brew, And off to the Porcelain Throne.

WD 0.51.51 At last, success! It took a lot of discomforts, the crossword book while struggling, and finally, the colossal evacuation was achieved! Some bleeding, and a lot of soreness, as was to be expected. The innards slowly but perceivably lightened, and the tightness of the diaphragm eased off. I heaved a sigh of relief!

I got the computer on to update the Thursday blog. Got it done in a couple of hours and sent off to WordPress. The internet was not playing up, and the finger-ends, not much dancing at all, and kept their sensitivity-nerves working all the way through. Smugness! Then went on the WP Reader section.

5Fri02Made a start on this diary then. After another couple of hours, I went to make a brew.

The colouring of the sky prompted me to take this picture, through the unwanted, light and view-blocking, thick-framed kitchen window- those with the glass that cannot be reached for cleaning. A shame really, after all that money 5Fri03that Nottingham City Homes has invested.

As I made the tea, I wondered how I would use the tomato-cutter on the Bull tomato? Hehe!

I must try to get caught up a bit on the TFZer Facebooking: I’m so far behind, it worries me. So, I went on to update the photo albums.

Just getting the photographs on, took me well beyond leaving time for me to get the ablutions done in time to catch the bus! I must get out to buy the potatoes for Josie’s Sunday cheesy-nosh! Then…

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So I’ll catch the next bus – which of course, will mean by the time I get back, all done-in and tired, there won’t be time to get any more computer work done. Oh, life takes so long nowadays. Hehe!

Better get a rushed ablutionalisationing session one! Fingers crossed, I can get it done in time to get the 10:30hr L9 bus! Grumph!

WD 0.51.51 Well, one hell of a Porcelain Throne session interrupted the ablutions. Never before has such a large-sized release taken place! Not only did I bleed, and was painfully stretched a good bit, but the flaming WC was clogged-up, as it could not cope with the volume! A right messy job cleaning up myself, and a worse situation unblocking the cistern! I hope I have, anyway. A good job I had the shower afterwards. The dropsies were many-fold. Unblocker bottle, pipe-hook, toothbrush, razor (3), flannel (2), shower-head, sock-glide, and ear-wax remover bottle! I hope the WC will work and cope with the next Porcelain Throne’s usage! Hoping for the best mode, engaged!

I readied myself, made umpteen checks on doors, taps, have I got this or that with me, lights, cooker etcetera, and departed on my mission to get the potatoes for Josie’s Sunday nosh. I took black bags to the chute, and down and handed in the large bag of recyclables to the caretaker.

I arrived at Cat-Walk models Wardens, Generalfeldmarschalless Deana and Obersturmführeress’s holding-cell office. They were busy, so handed the nibble bag around, and said I was off up to the top floor to take some photos, which I did. I used the wrong lift: I should have used the dedicated one. Tsk! Still, I took some decentish pictures, including these of the new felt roof leaking! I showed the photos to Oberscharführer Warden and Belly-Dancer Deana on the way down. She knew about it, though.

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Out and to the bus stop. Where a jolly-good chinwagging session was enjoyed.

5Fri019WD 0.51.51 I mounted the Arnold bound L9, and was soon dropping off on High Street… almost literally! Two ladies had to assist me as the trolley went over as I alighted. I’m liking all these ladies helping me I’m having lately, Haha! I walked over the crossing, chatting to one of the women, and made for Arnold flea market and the potato stall. To my amazement, they had some fresh garden peas in stock. I got 5Fri019afive baking potatoes for £2, and 2lb of peas for £3. Then, I walked to the Saver store, where I got some drain-unblocker, two bottles of, and a can of Erasmus shaving cream.

Next, I was off to the Asda (Walmart) store. I had a long slow poddle about, and stupidly came out with far too much shopping again, considering the trolley was already filled up with the potatoes, peas, drain-unblocker and shaving cream! What a Schnook I am! I had to buy another heavy-duty shopping bag, to cope with the purchaser, that was: 2 tins Chilli-con-carne, 2 beef-pasty slices, a bar of the new Cadbury dark milk chocolate, Dutch vine tomatoes, Asda bacon flavoured fries (chips), and a bag of six little wholemeal cobs, that were ready sliced. (These will just about fit in the freezer with the chips). I resorted the bags out, to try and get the heavy stuff in the pathetically small trolley bag.

But still ended up with an extra heavy bag, that threatened to have me over a few times on steep pathway to the bus stop.

I had to stop near the top as I passed by the car park, to take a shot of this better than average shot of the incredible sky.

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The bus soon arrived. I enjoyed a natter with an unknown and nice lady en route. And was quickly carried back at Winwood Heights!

5Fri004I took the route through the link-passage into the Winwood Court. The exit door was still not opening.

WD 0.51.51 I mentioned this when I got to the NCH Hustle Model and Obersturmführeress Wardens Deana, and Obersturmführeress Julie’s holding, and 5Fri20binterrogation cell. Deana said it does work; she used it yesterday. We went to check. And the green press button, which is identical as all the other link-tunnel doors, but this door only needs pushing after pressing the knob, and doesn’t 5Fri20aopen automatically like all the other ones do! I wish someone had told me earlier! I did feel a fool!

I took a few photographicalisations of outside. It looks like a suitable place to sit quietly, indeed 5Fri20anext door but one neighbour, Malcolm, was in his shorts and asleep out there, doing his best to get skin cancer.

I made my way to the flat, and checked first thing, on the toilet bowl.

WD 0.51.51 Oh no! Some erm… regurgitated content, was showing again in the bowl. I put a bottle of the drain-unblocker I’d bought, down the loo and left it to do its job. I may have cried, a little. Always at the damned weekends do we have problems, and with the Mr Fries crappy Virgin Internet going down every weekend, I was not in a good mood like I was earlier in the day! Sob!

5Fri20dWashed up well, and got the fodder and the bought products away.

I shelled some peas and got them in the saucepan. I nibbled few and found many of the pods had fur-growth inside, so took care not to add them to the pan, I just dished them. Can’t complain, it is so late in the season for them. Although the few I nibbled while podding, determined that I did not need to add any demerara sugar, they were sweet enough.

I got the chips in the heated oven and will add the beef pasty later, so they are both cooked at the same time Hopefully

Then, back to the wet room. Got the rubber glove on, and investigated the situation in the WC bowl! I pulled the chain, well, twisted the handle, and to my amazement, things were all cleared! But, knowing my luck, I resisted any feelings of confidence or contentment. I’ll see how things go on the next usage. Washed the dandies, and myself, stripped-off, and got the handwashing done, just in time for the meal finishing cooking. I put the sliced brown cobs in the freezer.

5Fri20eWD 0.51.51 Tomato sarnies, fresh peas, beef pasties and the bacon flavoured fries. Accifauxpas with the salt pot though! I was putting some salt on the chips and tomatoes, and the spout fell off of it! Still, a decent nosh, although the beef pasty was undercooked, so most of it was left uneaten. Shame! I did enjoy what I did eat, though. 7.8/10, taste!

I tried some pieces of the new Cadbury’s Dark Milk chocolate. Horrible, sickly sweet crap! I shan’t be trying that again!

WD 0.51.51 I’d no sooner got settled in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner, and a sudden eruption from the innards forced me to get back out of the chair and make for the Porcelain Throne. But it was a false alarm. Nothing moved, despite my belief that something wanted to, and my strenuous efforts to accommodate this. Tsk!

I must have had dozens of nod-offs of a few minutes duration. Waking each time and staring blankly at the TV screen with heavy eye-lids.

It was late, nearly midnight I think before I eventually got off into dreamland!

Incockski Today – Friday 30th August 2019: The days are getting shorter like my sanity is! Haha!

2019 Aug 30

2019 Aug 30

Friday 30th August 2019

Mongolian: 2019 оны 8-р сарын 30-ны Баасан гараг

1Mon01a

00:35hrs: I seemed to wake up, and dexterously, suantly almost effortlessly, seamlessly, edged my way out of the Brother-in-Law damaged, while he was flat-sitting and installing clandestine CCTC cameras, as he searched around for my valuables, while I was in hospital, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige-coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating, rotting-away recliner, to have a wee-wee.  

WD 0.0.30B The moment my legs bared the mass of weight of me, Arthur Itis was there again, giving me painful grief! Dizzy Dennis paid a short visit. Then Anne Gyna threw in her penneth of throbbing and stinging, to the melee of discomfort! The innards were hardened, very-slowly rumbling and aching.  It told me the constipation was likely getting worse. Ah, well, no use complaining. (Although I was tempted, haha!)

The wee-wee was a bit of a hindrance too. In the ELDWWIEE (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-Will-It-Ever-End) style.

WD 0.0.30B As I made my way to empty and clean the grey-bucket, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. Gotten Himmel! A marathon session timewise. Although I did manage to free things in the end, it was harsh and painful, almost pernicious, going! Still, on the bright-side, there was little cleaning up needed afterwards, amazingly no bleeding, either. And at least I have passed something, at last, two giant torpedoes! I needed to rest a moment or two before standing up again. I don’t know how there was room for them, even with my generously proportioned stomach! Hehehe!

4Thu22The legs were looking a bit betterer. The odd mark on the right leg above the Arthur Itis-ridden right knee was fading like I predicted it would. At least I know know what is causing them to appear (I think). According to the results, from Stroke Doctor Senthil K Ragunathan, it is Clopidogrel, whatever that is. I’ll look it up. Here is what Google tell us: USES: Clopidogrel is used to prevent heart attacks and strokes in persons with heart disease (recent heart attack), recent stroke, or blood circulation disease (peripheral vascular disease). It is also used with aspirin to treat new/worsening chest pain (new heart attack, unstable angina) and to keep blood vessels open. So, that must have been the medicine allergy I got in the hospital. When the blotches first started on the body? The pins were a different colour to each other again, as well!

I cleaned and sanitised the bucket, washed again, and got to the kitchen. Where I moved the hanging handwashing to the airer. Took the medications, and an extra Senna. (Must get some more in stock)

It took me until 0435ish, to get the updating done for the Thursday blog. I sent an Email to Jane & Pet. Hope they are alright, Pete has trouble with the car, so not too worried. But my EQ told me Jane was het-up or had problems. So I asked her to email me back. Then I got the post sent off to WordPress. Then went on their Reader Section.

5Fri02I made a start on this posting.

Time to get the ablutions done, so I can get the first bus in time, and get the spuds, peas and eye spray.

WD 0.0.30B The session was full of Dropsiegangleplops, far too many to remember, soap, toothpaste, shaving gel can, the razors several times, paper towels, toothbrush, etc., and more.

5Fri007Cressed and took the black bags to the waste chute, then down and along the passageway through Winwood Court and to their lobby.

WD 0.0.30B The door to the benches outside was still not working. Some cleaning stuff had been left out in the alleyway. The artwork on the walls, avant-garde, present-day, advanced, and modernistic, not my style at all, it breaks up the monotony as you walk along.

Got to the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens new holding cells, Malcolm was in there with all three NHS staff. Deana was busy on the phone, we others had a chinwag, and I offered out the nibble-bag.

As I left to go to the bus stop, two ladies were sat there. I had a natter and laugh with Mary. Then went to the bus stop, for a more significant bit of verbalisationing, moaning, complaining and laughter, flowed! I caught the L9, the others all got off in Sherwood apart from Margaret (who helped with the crsswords for me again!) and hubby, Caroline from the top home and me, who went to Arnold. Where I got off and made my way to the Market Place.

5Fri007cThe fresh pod peas had now finished, and the season ended! Sob! I got some potatoes for Joycie’s and my nosh on Sunday. Then I went to Asda (Walmart).

On my way in, people from the Arnold Food Bank gave me a list of foods they were in need off. I hobbled around and got a few bits to donate on the way. I got to the self-serve tills and put everything through, but the card would not be accepted. After several tries, the staff moved me to another counter, and I had to pay with cash. A bit worrying, that.

5Fri019aI came out with mushrooms, tomatoes, crisps and canned meat and fish extra, and handed them to the Food Bank people. The trolley bag was overfull and the carrier ladened with fodder for myself.

I made my way to the bus stop on High Street, and within 10 seconds of my arrival, the bus came! Phew! In Sherwood on the way home, we picked up Margaret and Hubby, with a few other Winwood Heights tenants.

I got off the bus last, as is usual, to avoid getting in the way of other more nimble residents. All the others had long gone, back into their Winchester Flats. I walked to the Winwood Courts door, and Doris joined me, we chatted and had a laugh en route.

5Fri11The door out to the benches in the new passageway to Woodthorpe Court was still not working.

Doris and I were like a couple of schoolchildren in the lift, laughing and joking. Hehehe! I alighted the elevator, and farewells were wished!

All I was good for was sleeping! The regular drained and weary feeling came over me even earlier than normal today.

5Fri10I did spot a Birthday card in the hallway that came on Wednesday, shoved through the door, that I had put on the radiator on my way out, and had forgotten all about, as I entered. It was from Part-time Cat-Walk fashion Model, and Obergruppenführeress, Warden Deana. I must remember to thank her. That’s two cards this year, same as last year. Not everyone can claim that at my age! Jane and Deana, just a part of my many female fan club. Hehehe!

5Fri20WD 0.0.30B I got the chips in the oven, and cleaned the wheels of the three-wheeler trolley, now hoodless, and with lousy breaks! I’ll have to go take a look at what they have on offer at the Scootermania shop in the morning. If I remember, that is! Phwert!

WD 0.0.30Bacci As I was cleaning the kitchen floor with the long brush and dustpan, my foot caught the corner of the cabinet stack. This loosened the things on top, and some of the items came tumbling down, on my head! Thank heavens I don’t keep anything heavy up there. Phew! Medication pods and some olive oil bottles (plastic) were all that fell, and they just bounced off of my head without any injury and hid cunningly under the other cabinets.  Although it made me jump a bit! Hahaha!

5Fri08I rang Sister Jane and Pete, as I had not had a reply to my email asking if they were alright. But they were fine, I’ glad to say, the EQ was wrong!

I got the nosh served up. And a feast of flavour it was too! Well worth the Flavour Rating I gave it of 8.8/10! Got the pots washed.

I put on a Rumpole of the Bailey DVD to watch and settled. Much to my pleasure and delight, after a couple of episodes, I drifted off into slumberland! Great!

When I woke, convinced it was morning or thereabouts, I rose, freeing my over-abundant body from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner, and took a wee-wee, of the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) mode in the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket).

5Fri11Got the handwashing done, and took a photo of what at the time I believed was the morning sky! This was when it dawned on me, and I checked the second-hand bargain £2 charity shop bought wristwatch, (With the £10 replacement strap, and £10.95 battery) for the time. 07:30hrs. I put on the computer to find out it was 19:30 hours!

So, the day had started far too early! Humph!

Inchcockski. Fri 23 Aug 19: Arthur Itis hassle, lost my new Andy-Cap! But still a most pleasurable, social of days!

2019 Aug 23

2019 May 07

Friday 23rd August 2019

Croatian: Petak, 23. Kolovoza 2019. Godine

5Fri007

WD 0.0.0. 02:15hrs. I stirred, with a copious amount of excruciation emanating from the right knee and thigh, curtesy of Arthur Itis (I think!) Getting myself free of the £300, second-hand, c1968, currently-not-working, shockingly tatty, beige-coloured, near-dilapidated, rickety, rinky-dinked, rusty, recliner without causing too much bother from the leg, was not easy, nor without discomfort and pain. Back to how it used to before? Oh, heck!

I hobbled, literally, to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), which was as full as it has ever been, and topped it-up with an LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling) wee-wee. I took the bucket with me for emptying, cleaning and sanitising to the wet room.

WD 0.0.0. I noticed than the right leg was filling up with water retention a bit. Also, the centre of returning leg-ulcer had some black growth coming through in its centre. I went to the kitchen and took these pictures of the pins.

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WD 0.0.0. Within a couple of minutes, I was back having a wee-wee in the cleaned bucket! I got the kettle on, and blow-me-down-with-a-feather-duster, I needed another wee-wee! This one was more of an ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent), variety.

This was a sort of, reversion to how things were three months ago? All the hassles and botherations seemed to be returning again. Not the best of starts. Arthur Itis rampant, the wee-weeing getting out of hand still, the leg-ulcer reappearing and my spirits sinking. Hehe!

5Fri01I got the oven-mitt washed in the bowl, and left it to hang to dry. It’ll probably be ready to use in a week or two. Haha!

With the wee-wee situation as it is, I decided against making a drink after all.

Yet another ELDOP wee-wee was taken. Blimey, this bucket is filling up fast again!

5Fri02I took a photo out of the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking kitchen windows; with a ledge that sticks out so far, one cannot see anything down below. A terrible result this time.

WD 0.0.0. I took the morning medications with some spring water, taking an extra pain-killer, to counter not only the Arthur Itis but the freshly started stomach pains. No rumblings with it though.

WD 0.0.0. The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so I responded. The first evacuation in weeks that was not painful, Hurrah! But it was so messy, and over in seconds again. The cleaning up afterwards, took far longer than the evacuation did. Tsk!

I got on with updating the Thursday blog. I seemed to get it done a lot quicker today? Then I went on the WordPress reader section. A lot to get caught up on and some great stuff had been posted!

5Fri03As I was getting ready to start this post going, the stomach started itching. I took a look and found sone blood papsules coming up, near the bottom scars from the heart op. What’s going on? I thought. A day of blood papsules on the right hand, then they disappeared. Then they came up, on the right knee, for a day. Now the stomach? Mind-boggling, incogitable!

And, you’d have thought the scars would have been cleared up by now, after all these years? Hello, another ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) wee-wee needed! Blimey!

5Fri10 My allotriophagy showed itself suddenly. I just fancied a pot noodle!

So off into the kitchen. Got the picker-upperer, and maneuvred it up to grab a BBQ flavoured pot of the stuff.

WD 0.0.0. I held on to it for about three seconds or so, and the CIDP affected right arm saluted, and the leg did a mini-Neuropathic Schuhplattler. (The neuropathic medicine drop kettle dance), but in this case, it was Pot Noodle! It came down I think, via the air vent on the wall, the counter-top, my stomach, the radiator, to the floor! Hehe!

 WD 0.0.0. This made me more determined to eat the damned thing! Oh, dear, it was so tasteless. Ah, well!

I got the ablutions sorted. There was only one dropsy this morning! (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) The toothpaste. Only one little nick when shaving.

WD 0.0.0.A2 Things went well… until I tackled the Sock-Glide! The result, a 3-0 win for the evil, finger-trapping, bruise giving, toe-stubbing Sock-Glide. Hahaha!

5Fri11I got everything needed for the trip to get the garden peas and potatoes, and meandered down the elevator, meeting Mary as she got on at the first floor. We had a natter and laugh on the way through the passageway into Winwood Court. I stopped to see if the door opening to the little sitting garden had been mended, but it wasn’t done yet.

Note here: proof that I had got my new light blue cap with me. It hangs on the three-wheeler at this stage.

5Fri019I then went out the front lobby doors, and Cyndy came out behind me. I asked if it would be alright for me to take her photograph with the new passage in the background, and she kindly obliged me.

I won’t take long for the glass in the background to get dirty, I fear. And the lawn to be decimated and get tatty. Shame, but it looks so incredible at the moment. As, indeed, so did Cyndy.

We had a chinwag as we hobbled to the bus stop, where quite a gang of Windwood Heightonians had gathered.

5Fri019aI took a snap of site of the old temporary the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress sexpot Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from. Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin, had been located for two years. It’s still odd, not see it!

I enjoyed having a listen for a while, then got out the crossword book, as Caroline from the top home arrived and told me of her recent medical investigations. She seemed to be alright and not over-anxious today, which pleased me.

The bus arrived, and I settled in the usual side-saddle seat and had a natter with Mary en route to Arnold. Where I joined her in a walkabout and shopping session. This had made a jolly-nice change for me. The Arthur Itis played up a few times as we went around. I followed her into the Wilko Store, where she was fortunate in getting the last three packs of the coffee she loves so, along with some other bits. I bought a bag of yoghourt covered peanuts.

5Fri20We paid (well we thought we would this time. Hehe!) and left, taking a stroll to the Arnold flea market, where I found the fruit and Veg stall had some potatoes and garden peas that I craved. I got two 1lb bags of peas, and five large baking potatoes, because they were five for £2, a fiver spent, with the £3 for peas and £1 for the peanuts at Wilkos, that was only £6 I’d spent. Self-control, you see! Hahaha!

Mary took a potato from me, that I offered her, so as not to let it go to waste. They were the same variety of potato as last week, Wiljas, I think. They were brilliant quick cookers and were perfect with the Leicester cheese for boiling then baking last Sunday. I reckon that Josie really enjoyed them, last week, too.

Mary and I then went into the Asda store. Where Mary filled up her massive four-wheeler trolley to the top! We paid at the standard check-out for our purchases. I got, only a Milk Roll loaf (90p), a jar of beetroot (£1.04), some mini-sponge rolls (45p), and some spring onions (85p), that were massive! Only three in a bunch, they were that thick and rounded. I tried them, hoping they would be mild with being so large. So, there you have it, Inchcock goes shopping and only spends £9.50, in three shops! By gum, I did well!

We poddled up to the L9 bus stop. Arthur Itis ever-present, and the odd shake from the arm and leg, but only the arthritis was of any concern or real pain.

WD 0.0.0. The bus arrived, and I got settled in the side-saddle seat again, but Dizzy Dennis attacked, and much of memory of the journey back to the flats, is now vague. I remember feeling things were coming back to normal when we arrived in Sherwood though. Five or six Winwood Heightonian’s got on the bus, and laughter flowed. I remember Cyndy, Welsh William, and Pete getting on, but I think there were many others as well. Memory blanks have been so rare this week gone, and I am not happy they have returned. Still, you don’t like to complain does yer!

WD 0.0.0. As we dismounted the bus back at the flats, I looked in the trolley bag for my hat to put on, as it was a bit windy. But it was not there, and I wanted to dry! The photo earlier proves I took it out with me, but where I had lost in I don’t know. Did I drop it in the foyer? On the bus going or returning? The shops? Mary said she could not remember seeing it at all and expected me to find it in the flat. At the time, I had not seen the photo, and thought maybe the same, well, I hoped I’d find it in the apartment. (But no!)

Mary and I went up in the lift, my bidding Mary a good day and thanking her for wandering around with me in toe, as she got off on the first floor.

WD 0.0.0. As I got in the flat, the first thing was to search around for the cap, no luck! Next, it suddenly dawned on me, that the constant wee-weeing of this morning had not bothered me at all when I was out and about? I appreciated this muchly, but was baffled as to why? For within a couple of minutes of getting back in the flat, the flowing, or rather, sprinkling started again?

5Fri20bI got the fodder put away. You can see the size of the Spring Onions!

I got the oven warming to put the chips in later.

Then I stripped off and got the heavy shirt and the bamboo socks hand-washed. The thermal longsleeved shirt will take some drying off. And the oven-mitts washed earlier, should be dried by around 03:30hrs, on December 10th, I reckon. Hehehe!

5Fri20dI spotted an envelope in the door letterbox, well chewed up, but I resurrected it. It was a courtesy notification, about work that will be starting on the lobby area, on the 28th Wednesday 28th August.

WD 0.0.0. My EQ immediately told me to take extra-care on this day! A worrying and unnerving feeling came over me! I can only hope for the best, but I must be sure that I will be on guard on this day! Having a high EQ, and one that is rarely wrong can be such a bind. Mind-befuddling and it gnaws at my confidence and contentment, too!

I got the chips added to the salad meal5Fri20e. The colossal, humongous sliced spring onion, was excellent and mild flavoured! But, I think the severe EQ warning, had put me off enjoying it as much as I might have. That and the guilt of the extra-thick pastry on the Morrison’s mini-pork and pickle pork pies! Guilt and Fear Modes Adopted! Not easy to engage these two. Haha!

A flavour rating of 5/10 was given for this ingurgitated, chugalugged nosh.

I settled to watch a DVD… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today. Fri 16 Aug 19: Emotions today, torturous, unbearable, uncomfortable, enjoyable, to buoyant! Hehe!

2019 Aug 16

2019 Aug 16

Friday 16th August 2019

Spanish: Viernes 16 Agosto 2019

A sad day for deaths: 17th August: We lost Elvis, Babe Ruth, Atal Bihari, Bel Lugosi, Stewart Grainger, and John G. Diefenbaker. Thankfully, Adi Amin popped his clogs, too!

04:15hrs. I woke in need of another wee-wee. I disentangled my still-tired boy from the £300 second-hand, c1968, horrendously beige-coloured, rickety recliner. A couple of paces with the stick, and utilised the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). I was a little taken aback when it turned out to be an SHLNS (Sharp-Hosepipe-Like-No-Sensation) wee-wee. No pain, no effort used, and No idea when it had stopped! Hehe!

I took the well-filled bucket with me, to be emptied and sanitised, to the kitchen. Did this job, then got the handwashing onto the airer for drying. The sphygmomanometer was still not working, and the thermometer had also packed up. Humph!

WD 0.0.128A So I made a brew, took the medications, and responded to the innards demands, and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, heck! Back to the rock hard, rear-end tearing, solid, oh so painful, torpedo-style again! It never gets itself right, this month has been all one extreme or the other. Tsk!

I got the computer going, and answered some Emails, then got on with updating the Thursday WordPress blog. Emailed it, and put some pictures on the Pinterest site. All this took me a long time of course, but the hands and finger, well, leg, arm, and shoulder as well, were all being so kind to me this morning. Without their placid contribution, I am sure this job would have taken me at least twice as long.

I fancied something to eat for brekkers. I am not an ascesis, but I resisted, bearing in mind the astronomically, supersized nosh I had consumed last night. (No wonder the evacuation was so painful. Huh!)

I then made a start on this blog. Getting as far as here, and changed to make up an order for Morrisons next week. I made short work of this for once. The reason being, I ordered tow saucepans fr delivery with the food. That almost made up the minimum spend on their own. Tsk! It will save me having to carry them back from Arnold today. I can concentrate on getting other things to carry home from Asda, then.

Time was getting one with my late waking up, so I went on the WordPress reader. Then it was time for the ablutionalisationing session. Only one dropsie, the razor, and only one little nick shaving. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

5Fri004Dressed all ready, trolley prepared, shopping list in pocket black bags to the waste chute, and out, down the lift and made my way through the link-passage to the Windwood Court lobby.

I like the sensor lights that come on as you walk along the passageway, with residents flats either side of you. Hopefully, we will not disturb any extra-care residents when they move in. The pictures on the walls give the place a homely-looking appearance.

5Fri005I got to the lobby entrance and called into the Obersturmbannfhreress Warden’s holding & interrogation office. Mentioned the new water leak in the flat, that seems to have stopped now. Mini-chinwag, and out to the bus stop with Lynne, Christine and Mary. We were soon joined by a gang of Winwood Heightonians. The crowd nattered away, it was nice to listen to then, 5Fri006even though I was missing a lot of the conversations they were having. Caroline from the top car home arrived, Marie, John and others, got on the first, City Bound bus.

I spotted the absence of the now removed old shed across the road. Oddly, there was a touch of sorrow at it going?

The one I needed pulled in behind, and I had to make my way through those boarding the City L9, so was almost the last one getting on, one of the ladies let me go through with the three-wheeler, bless her. It was one of those crammed-full trips. I got in a side-saddle seat, the last one. I had a failed crossword puzzle session en-route, as the rain began to fall.

5Fri007As I made my way to the Boyes store to check out their saucepans availability, the market place had just the two stalls open, one of them a fruit & veg one, so, I mosied on over to take a look at what was available. They had some fresh looking garden peas, not cheap, but their pristine condition encouraged me to get a pound of them for £1.50. I also got some excellent looking baking potatoes, five for £2.

Then, with the bag of the trolley already full, I carried on to Boyes and investigated their saucepan shelves. No small ones with lids, well, they had some, but they were too costly, for what they were. After checking out their hats, none at all, long sleeve shirts, none at all either, I went to the medication and cleaning shelves, where I got some bargains. Lavender Dettol at £2, Olive oil, 2 for £2, and two Cirtus pull-up fresh air bottles. The spare carrier had to be used to carry them. And I still had Asda to visit!

5Fri007aThe rain was easing off as I hobbled to the Asda store. I met Mary in the shop, we had a natter.

I arrived much longer later at the self-serve checkouts with Baxter’s beetroot that had a Special Offer price of £1 on the shelving, that the machine decided should be £1.54, I didn’t notice until later, Tsk!  A milk roll loaf, two bags of the Asda label bacon-flavoured fries, some vine tomatoes. I found some yoghourt rice cakes that were cheaper than the Lidl ones, so got three packs of them.

Out to the bus stop on Front Street, where Mary was waiting. We had another nattering session, as the rain started again. I was struggling with the trolley and a full carrier bag of stuff. As the bus progressed, we picked up other tenants, and three of them all had the same, a trolley and full carrier bag to cope with. I nightmare journey, having to move each time someone wanted to get on or off the bus. But we did have a laugh along the way.

Back at the flats, I got off last, and the others had all shot off home. I walked back through the corridor in Winwood and came out at the Woodthorpe lift lobby. I took a picture of the hall, but it has dissolved into the ether from the SD card. Like so many seem to do! Humph!

Up to the apartment, and the fatigue dawned, as it usually does. I suddenly felt all drained again. I had a somewhat off-putting SPSHPL (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-Like) wee-wee. Got the kettle on, put the fodder away, made the tea and podded some peas to soak in a little demerara-sugared water for later.

Washed and locked the front door, before stripping off, Got the chips in the oven cooking, made some tomato sarnies, and doing a bit of cleaning around the cooker, retrieving some shot-off peas as I did so. Haha!

5Fri007bThe nosh was a decent effort. The tomato sandwiches, fries, smokey bacon, beetroot, gherkins and the most delightful fresh garden peas, were all consumed.

After which, I found myself in a ruminative mood, for some reason. I got the pots washed up and tray cleaned and got down settled in the £300, second-hand, sometimes working but not tonight. c1968, crumby beige-coloured, rickety, rusty, recliner.

But the recalcitrant, contemplative mind-meandering continued. The thoughts were querulous, worrying, and it seemed I was on a self-hating campaign again. Luckily for me, these harrowing sentiments were stopped in an instant, as I rose to have another wee-wee…

WD 0.0.128A After taking this time, a quiescent RDD (Reluctant-Drip-Drip) wee-wee, I stubbed the same toe again, against the Ottoman! Even at the time and in all that pain, I was aware of and glad it had stopped the self-destructive brain-storming.

I thought if I put on the TV and watch an A-team episode, this would surely send me to sleep? And it did! In short-time as well!

Zzz!

 

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 30th July 2019: The dysphoric moments were rarer today. Yee-Ha!

2019 July 30

2019 July 30

Tuesday 30th July 2019

Croatian: Utorak, 30 Srpnja 2019

02:30hrs. I woke, hearing the oddest submarine sonar rebounding sounds! The noise seemed to be everywhere around me? I got the hearing aids in to listen, but they had to come out sharpish, as the noise modulations seemed an exact replica; not that I’ve ever been on an unterseeboot of course, I judged this on the films I’ve seen, they almost hurt my eardrums! The pitch or intonations were annoying, not loud, though, at all.

Confused, I had to get up and investigate. Nae bothers, in my extraction of the bulbously obese stomach and thin, scrawny limbs from the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner. Or in getting my balance and standing upright. (This was lovely to experience, but worrying, it was so unnatural). No demands from the innards for a wee-wee either! I had a poddle around searching for the source of the abnormal sound, as it slowly seemed to dissipate into the ether as I hobbled from room to room. Another 72 Woodthorpe Court, Unsolved mystery!

WD 64.0.64. As luck would have it, (Yes, even I get some sometimes! Hehehe!) I was right next to the wet room door in the mini-hallway, when things began to move evacuationally, of their own accord inside… I made it, but only just, to the Porcelain Throne in time! What an absolute pleasure to free things without any hard pushing! It still hurt though, but not as much as it has been doing. Those Macrogol chrystals seem to have worked a treat! (You watch now, I’ll get diarrhoea next! Hahaha!)

2Tue04Cleaned things and me up, first time for a messy session in ages.

I got the kettle on, and the handwashing checked, still far to damp to move them.

Come think of it, it was feeling almost cold this morning. I checked the thermometer, it showed 2Tue03a healthy 25°c – 74°f, 

I did the health checks, not quite as good this morning. I think that the Blood Pressure was a little higher than it has been recently. Sys 14, Dia 130, the pulse was okay at 72. The body temperature was a lowly 33.9°c, well I thought that at first. So using the format given to me by 2Tue06Tim Price on the calculator, of course, it seems that this is 93.02°c? So, maybe I got a little confused again? Ahem!

Checked the emails, and a friend in the flats had asked me; if I was having a Morrison order coming, to get certain foods that were on offer. I emailed back, no problem. I got onto the computer and low and behold, they had none in stock! So, I’ll order some later for her. Sent an email again, explaining the situation.

Life is always messy, innit? Haha!

WD 64.0.64. I got the Computer on – and more Windows updates came in! Then, as I started working on the updating process…

Virg 64.0.64.

2Tue03aI got the Monday post finished in a reasonable time. The fingers, hands, arm, and leg were all being kind to me, not a lot of jerking, jumping and dancing. Only the shoulder shakes were of any real bother. A worrying few mini-dizzy-spells, though.

I checked on a different site for the week’s weather. Precipitation for today was given as 100%, with thunder. The remaining days showed as far less rain. We’ll see!

2Tue05I went to make a brew of tea, and the clouds in the sky certainly, visually, backed up the forecast on the site.

I must not forget to call in the Sherwood Health Centre on the way out and get an appointment made for my toes to be clipped, as the receptionist told me to. By golly, the nails on the hand and feet grow so quickly now, after the stroke. I wonder why?

Ah, well, time to get the ablutions done. Back later, folks.

WD 64.0.64. A All done and dusted. The teggies were done. Shave completed with only two tiny nicks. The shower was taken, only dropping the soap once, and the showerhead, once. The drying off went Whoopsiedangleplop-free! The sock-glide was battled, and no Accifauxpas involved! Bit of a Fauxpa with the eye spray, I dropped it twice. The ointment for  Haemorrhoid Harold was lost just the once… but, the darned leg did a bit a few seconds of a Tango, crossed with the Stomp, and I trod on the tube on the floor while I was retrieving it. (The usual bad-timing, Haha!) Which now needs a replacement! Ah, well!

I took the sorted black bags to the chute and returned to gather the requirements for the trip to Asda to get the rest of the shopping, that I couldn’t carry yesterday. But, with the INR Nurse not calling this week, at least I have the time go today.5Fri006

The plan was to go out about 08:24hrs, this would, or should give my time to have a hobble up trough the park, and through the twitchel, and down to and along Elmswood Gardens to the Health Centre. Then get the appointment time to the next nail-clipping session. But as per normal… Humph and Angermaking Fiddlesticks!

2Tue08I got Out, over Chestnut Way, pausing to take in the beautiful clump of trees at the bottom of the hill. Then, up the gravel footpath to the park, alright. Also, through the ginnel, stopping to take a photographicalisation of the fantastic view that greeted me at the end of the alley.

Down and right along to the end of Elmswood Drive. I admired the flowers en route to the Sherwood Health Centre.

WD 64.0.64. A most curious, but I hope curiously, an unusual event happened then. I was watching some little black and red insects, who were buzzing around some pink flowers on the garden hedge. And I actually watched closely while on the whatever-they-were, stung me on my right index-finger-end. And felt nothing! No pain whatsoever. The bite or sting-thing was swelling up and turned bright red! Only a tiny area mind, about the size of the pinhead. I haven’t felt any discomfort at all. Hence, this is the first time I’ve found a benefit of being diagnosed with the CIDP (Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy and Peripheral neuralgia) The nerve damage must have failed to get the message to the brain, that I’d just been stung? There is probably a more logical answer, but I like mine better. Hahaha! I must remember to ask my mate, Lynton Cox what he thinks. He’s a bit of a genius on these things.

For a minute or so, I thought I saw it throbbing. By the time I’d got to the clinic, about five minutes, I’d forgotten all about being bitten. Hehehe!

WD 64.0.64. I got in the centre and to the receptionist, the same one who told me to call back this week. I gave her my NHS details. She rang the departed needed and spoke for a good while. I could not hear what was being said until she finished and came to the counter window. To tell me they have not made up the lists yet. “If you call again in two weeks, I can make you an appointment!” Precisely the same statement she made two weeks ago, that was why I was there! Hey-ho! I thanked her (again), and left, feeling a little less hopeful this time. I walked into Sherwood, with plenty of time to kill, before I could use the bus pass. So, being a tight-wad, I had a walk around the shops.

I called in the Co-op and bought a pack of salt & vinegar rice cakes and a packet of fresh garden peas. As I meandered around, I bumped into Welsh William a few times. He was doing the same as me, killing until he could use his free-bus-pass. Well!

2Tue12WD 64.0.64. When I got to the bus stop on the other side of the road, a naughty, ignorant git of a Pavement Cyclist came flying down the hill on the footpath. 

He was that quick, I only just caught a glimpse of him on the picture. He’d just rounded the block on the mobile, then Welsh William (with the carrier bag) and was gone! Swine!

I met some of the clan from the flats and had a word with some, then the 58 bus I needed, arrived. It got Arnold very quickly, and so I had time to get the shopping in a slightly more relaxed manner. I utilised the shopping list and didn’t get anything that was not on it! Smug-Mode-Adopted! I used the regular checkout and bought Milk, beetroot, gherkins, Cheesy curls, lollies, rice cakes and a milk roll sliced loaf.

I struggled a bit packing the trolley and bag. So much so that I thought I might miss the bus after all! But no, I got to the bus stop, and within a minute the L9 arrived.

A gloriously sunny day, no signs of the promised rain yet. Back at Winwood Heights, I got home ASAP from the bus and got the fodder put away.

Got the kettle on and oven warming to use later and podded the garden peas and got them into the saucepan. Then went on the balcony and took some photographs of Chestnut Way.

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While I had the camera in hand, I then took some pictures from different angles than usual. Of the residencies, a little more zoomed-in. I hope you like them.

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I started to do the updating of this blog next. With so many photographicalisations, it took me hours to get this far.

When I went to make a mug of tea, boy, what a change in the weather from earlier. The heavens opened up!

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I opened a window that didn’t claim any chinks of finger flesh this time. And took two shots to try and capture the falling drops of rain.

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2Tue15fAn hour later, and things had changed back again!

I was gob-smacked at this.

I wonder if it will revert again to the rain and go dark once more?

I am something of a pluviophile (someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days).
I got the nosh going, while I did some more updating.

2Tue21Took the medications. Cooking finished.

The result, a nectarous, finger-licking, tasty plate of fodder! I believe this would be called a dogwood sandwich in New Mexico. (Thanks, Tim Price). A well-worth-it Flavour rating of 8/10. Had the Asda (Walmart) baby beetroots been a little less like ball-bearings in texture, it would have been a higher score! Tsk!

I got the handwashing done, rinsed and left hanging to dry. A bit like Theresa May, really!

2Tue22As I got myself settled to watch some TV and got the pins up on the chair. I remembered that I had forgotten to tell Dr Vindla about the legs differing sizes.

The nerve-damaged right leg, was positively thinner, and the flesh much softer, but the scars, papsules and unidentified blotches had gotten much fainter?

The eyelids grew heavier.

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Thurs 4 July 2019: It was a confusing, but sunny day! Whoopsiedangleplops spoilt it, though!

2019 July 4

2019 June 3

Thursday 4th July 2019

Africaans: Donderdag 4 Julie 2019

WD 0.0.0a 03:10hrs: I woke and released my overweight body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grungy-beige coloured tatty recliner. Got the stick and had a WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee), in the partly-filled EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). I had to empty and clean the bucket and myself afterwards. Sanitised the bucket, and had to use it again!

WD 0.0.0a Got the health checks, then the medications were done. Made a brew, and got onto the computer to update yesterday’s blog… Oh, dearie me!

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WD 0.0.0a 03:25hrs. Very unfortunately, unwelcome, silly, cataclysmal, detrimental, soul-destroying, pathetic, and typical of old Inchy nowadays. Who, in conjunction with the amazingly unreliable Liberty-Global Virgin Media, and the Peripheral Neuralgia/Axonotmesis ailments, or as the Podiatrists said, too many ‘Issues’, and the photographicaIisationing  handicap: I managed, after hours and hours of work, to lose all the efforts (apart from the first couple of paragraphs) I’d done on this post! Mainly the damned fingers, they were jumping and pressing unknown keys, I got blue messages I did not understand, and the catastrophe ensued! Eventually, I stopped crying and swearing. Then I started again! Grrr! Nash! Sob!

So, I made up the post from the few distant memories I could recall, (not many) a few notes I had made, and the recall-prompting photo’s I’d taken. The dancing fingers, hand, arm and shoulder, may win today. If anything happens like this again, I’ll give up. It’s too soul destroying!

I finished the post update (Eventually, despite and in defiance of the problems I was having) and got it sent off to WordPress. It took me as much time making corrections as original typing, though. Most Aggranoyying!

I got the kettle on, and sat down with the sock-glide, and realised I’d not had done the ablutionising session yet. (I pick up things sometimes, belated, mind) I was going to get up 4Thu001again and spotted a rather intense, not discreet, or subtle, change in the leg-ulcer markings.

It looked like a burn mark maybe, but that is not the case? Unless I had been doing some unknown nocturnal gadding about? I’m pretty sure I had not, but who knows with me, nowadays? Hehe! So I took a photographicalisation of it. It’ll look different tonight or in the morning again. Ever-changing!

4Thu05Up and back to the kitchen, and the view outside, although nowhere near as good as it would have been through the old windows, was marvellous. I tried to take a panoramic shot of the scene, without any luck. I fear that since the Stroke, I just cannot take a panoramic shot at all. Even when I think the fingers are not shaking, the camera does, the instant I try to pan with it. I can get over this with the still shots. I’m trying to train myself to use the left hand, which as you can understand, is not comfortable or sometimes possible, with a right-handed camera. (Grump, moan, complain!) Bottom-Lip-Out-Sulk-Mode engaged!

The shadow of the rising sun from behind was caught reasonably well in the first snap I took. The second one, I tried to get the balconies of the other fine folk’s flats in the frame, as well as the distant view.

3Wed01gI had a nosey at the leaflets that had been delivered from the Residents Association Team.

One about a two-course lunch, Liver & Onion, pudding & custard, £3, Friday 12th July.

The next one, Shopping Trips, one for Leeds – £20 a seat. Another for Grantham, Friday 19th July, £13 a ride.

Then one: Making Music Together, if you play a musical instrument, come along share your music! IIth July 13:00hrs. To be confirmed 8th August & 12 Sept, location to be confirmed.

And a leaflet with details of a helpline for the old & lonely. 24-hour contact number and some features of it.

5Fri003aAnd a letter from Nottingham City Homes, about a visit coming on 10th July, from a company called DCUK – Re: Bathroom Extract Cleaning. To check the airflow at the fan – Remove existing fan cover – clean ducting and install a new fire-rated vent cover.

The old heating cupboard and storage area is to be emptied and made easily accessible, and all items removed from this area. Huh! Have you seen it and the stuff crammed into it?

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WD 0.0.0a Ah, yes, I have to say that the desperately wanted, and much longed-for peace of mind and rest here the old people’s flats, and our growing senile without disturbance or hassle of any kind… is non-existent here!

Made the tea and back to the computer and created a couple of graphics for the Inchcock Today page tops and Thoughts theme.Three wee-wees, all now if the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) variety.

Time to get the ablutions tended to. Then I can catch the 10:30hr L9 bus to Arnold. Oh, I’d better check the Googe calendar first to see if any appointments are down for today… No, all clear. I’ll call in to get some hearing aid batteries at the Arnold Health Centre.

I took three black and a recycling bag out with me to the chute, on the out.

4Thu05aI gathered all the needs, and was off to the wet room, stick in hand. All went well, and I was soon rushing to get out in time to catch the L9. I passed Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana talking to a lady, Good Morning’s were exchanged. At the bus stop, were the two Scottish lads from Winchester Court, and we had a chinwag and set the world to rights at the same time. Hehe!

4Thu06I took a photographicalisation of Winchester Court, with the jet-streak contrails in the sky above. It came out alright, and I was pretty pleased with this left-handed shot.

We were joined at the last moment by a few other tenants from both flats.

It was a fine morning, the only thing that unsettled me a bit, was with me having the troller with me, I had to sit on the side-saddle seats. An uncomfortable and even painful experience, especially with the driver being heavy on the breaks. I offered my cheerios to each of the others who the others got off in Sherwood, one even acknowledged me. Haha!

4Thu07I spent most of the journey, fighting to stay on the seat, struggling to hold on to the three-wheeler, or banging my elbow on the rails.

I found myself to be the only passenger on board after Sherwood. Plenty got on en route mind you.

Once I dropped off in Arnold, it looked and or, reminded me of Skegness or Mablethorpe, in the sunshine and with people wandering aimlessly about. Hehe!

I poddled slowly around, calling in endless shops. Wilko, to get the liquid soapflakes. Chambers meats, but the roast belly pork looked very fatty, so I didn’t invest.

Then to the Boyes store, where I got Dettol, citrus Zoflora, drain unblocker, can opener and some Bamboo socks!

Next to the Saher shop: Deo fab, air spray, olive oil and Colgate foaming toothpaste.

I called in Iceland then and got some Southern Fried chips (fries). Never tried these, they look like they might be tasty.

Finally, to Asda. I came out of there with far too much stuff, and had the devil of a job getting them in the trolley and shoulder bag, and had to buy another bag! I came out of Asda with Cheesy Curls (2 packs of six bags), fresh pod peas, DVDs and a Bag for Life!

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Caught the L9 front High Street, and was soon home. No Winwood residents got on the bus en route. I dropped off, thanked the driver and made my way to Woodthorpe Court at the far end of Chestnut Way.

WD 0.0.0a During the hobble, the strap on the shoulder bag broke! Humph!

WD 0.0.0a The new lawn that was laid about three weeks ago, in front of the being built and finished off Windwood Court and Wardens detention cells, was, well, here are some photos of it… So sad!

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Dearie me, good gracious me, and Pshaw! Worra Mess! I wonder who contracted the firm that made such a hodgepodge job of the new lawn? Nottingham City Homes, or Most likely Willmott Dixon?

4Thu12aGot in the flat, had a WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee), washed, and into the dressing gown. Got the dinner cooking.

Aldi’s Sopocka Slices and tomato sandwiches, gherkins, beetroots, garden peas and the new Southern Fried chips (fries). Which tasted smashing! Garlic in the seasoning I think. The Limoncello dessert was naughty but nice!

A Flavour Rating of 8.8/10! Got the evening medications were taken, a bottle of spring water with orange cordial added from the fridge, and settled down in the exasperating, c1968, Grotty-beige coloured, second-hand recliner to watch a Rumpole of the Bailey episode off of DVD. Fell asleep during the second set of advertisements. Fancy that!

Woke an hour later, had to have a wee-wee, this time of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) variety. Made myself jump! Hahaha!

Back in the recliner, and decided to watch TV… Fell asleep again!

Inchcock Today – Friday 21st June 2019: The Canon Camera conked – battery dead! A bit like me, then! Hehe!

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Friday 21st June 2019

Hausa: Jumma’a 21 Yuni 2019 

04:40hrs: I woke again requiring a wee-wee. Extracted the Falstaffian shaped body from the clutches of the almost antique, £300, second-hand, grotty beige coloured, c1968, rickety recliner, got my balance and walking stick, and limped to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and partook in a SSWW (Swift-Short-Sharp-Wee-wee).

5Fri001The masticated and well-stubbed big right toe was looking a little less tender, but it was still painful all the same.

Made a brew, then got on with updating the Thursday blog. Not so many photographs.

And the absence, or should say, only occasional peripheral neurosis dancing hand and fingers, helped a lot.

5Fri004WD 250.70.5 I tore off the wrapper of some foil cooking trays and got the tiniest, teensy-weensy, piffling, cut on the end of the right index finger. I could not understand why it hurt so much. Then it dawned, obviously the Axonotmesis, and Peripheral neuropathy dying nerves were not too happy with my accifauxpas. Tsk!

I got on the computer to continue with the updating of the post. The jumping fingers and little cut were both being bothersome again. Blow it!

I finished off and posted the blog to WordPress, then took the medications, did the health checks, and made a brew of Glengettie.

A change then, now I am having RWPSWWs (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wees). Changing all the time today?

To the Porcelain Throne. Messy and a lot of evacuation material was evacuated. (Hehe!)5Fri005

I made another brew and risked leaning out of the unwanted light & View blocking, multi-glass-panes needing cleaning that I can’t even reach. With a wide outside ledge that needs the use of the stepladders (Risky in my state of health and physical condition!) And blocks the view of Chestnut Way below. That the old windows allowed, so we can look for emergency vehicles coming on site – to make up for some of us not being able to hear the fire alarm when it goes off.

Time to get the a5Fri007blutions done and get ready to go out. Which only produced one minuscule shaving cut (hardly worth mentioning really), and the slightest of toe-stubbing against the shower-seat metal leg, that made me jump a bit. A few more spots and papsules were showing up.

WD 250.70.5  Overall, the most copacetic and agreeable scrub-up session for a while. Despite the tummy being a tad more firm and 5Fri006swollen, with the heart op scars showing vividly. To me, anyway?

Oh, and a lot of itching on the stomach too?

Well pleased with things so far today. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, perhaps, don’t you think? Hmm!

WD 250.70.5 Looking at this photo much later in the day, and think I might be developing a third chin! Haha! while I was taking it, the battery-critical message kept coming up, I had to try several times before it took the picture. How or why this happened, I don’t know. I’m pretty sure I topped up the battery just a few days ago. Canon batteries, Does anyone have a similar short-life problem with theirs? Mind you, I have been taking a good few shots lately… Oh, I don’t know! There was not time to charge it now!

I was faffling about so much, making up the black bags for the chute, getting things in the pockets and bag, I soon found I had to hurry things along a bit, to avoid being late for the bus. As I left the flat, with four bags on top of the three-wheeled trolly-guide, Josie exited her flat. I asked if 13:00hrs tomorrow would be alright for her dinner to be delivered, but the poor gal was in a bit of a state, she seemed to be a little panicky. I didn’t get an answer, Josie just told me she has to go, she had an emergency going. This concerned me, and I asked if there was anything I could do to help, but she shot-off as the lift arrived. I hope things are alright for her. I’ll try to see her again later when I get back.

I dropped the sacks down the waste chute, and went down and got outside on Chestnut Walk, on my way to the bus stop. It was here that I realised I had not got a camera with me! Not that it was so bad, with the battery dying on me anyway. Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

At the bus stop was a line of nine folks in a row, some sat others stood. As I walked along to the end of the orderly passengers’ queue, I greeted each one with a cheery ‘Good morning!’ I got two replies, and one was a grunt! I listened as best I could to the conversations that were milling about, and eventually Cyndy said good morning to me, as the bus arrived. Bless her! Penny ask how I was! One lady Doreen did not look very well and was a little quiet. I hope she will be okay. Most people got off in Sherwood, I bade each farewell as I sat with the trolley on a side-saddle seat. I got two replies and one customary grunt. Haha!

Penny, Doreen, and Mary stayed on until Arnold with me. A chinwag ensued. 

I got off the bus last and went, and went into Asda (Walmart) in search of some Quorn Hot Dog Sausages on offer. But they did not have any. I soon had more than enough things to fill the shoulder bag and trolley bag too. I got some snack packs, sliced mushrooms, a milk roll bread, iced-lollies, mini-swiss rolls. On offer, some battered fishcakes, Asa clearance price battered fish and fish fingers. I paid at the self-serve checkouts. Only £10.75. As I am not having any food delivered next week. Paid and left, with the bus not due for twenty minutes, I went into the Fulton Foods shop to look for any bargains. Hehehe! I came out with some Drip-Drop mints, I can use for nibbles, and some more battered fishcakes at 6 for a pound!

The clouds kept going dark, but no rain fell. Penny and Margaret got on, but they wisely sat far away from me, and the conversation was awkward, not that we didn’t try. Hahaha! Doreen and Sheila got on in Sherwood. 

I got off of the bus last again, and Penny kindly gave Doreen a hand, and we walked back to the flats together.

In the flat, a wee-wee of the UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee) variety, many of them followed, and go the nosh away. 

On the computer to update this blog. Easier today, with not having taken any pictures while I was out. Humph!

Mail had been delivered. Age UK Insurance, I called the 345 number to renew the policy, and a recorded voice got me all confused with its explanations and descriptions, and it took ages to get through to a human being (I think?). Eventually, they took the order and said it will be seven working days, and I should receive a copy of the contract and I must go through the details on it, to make sure every item is correct. Hey-ho! A least I heard most of what was said, a good line.

5Fri24Got all caught up with the post, and got the dinner going. A right dollop of delight and I ate it all, plus some cheesy nibbles afterwards!

Potato Gratins with Leicestershire red cheese added on top, pod peas, mushrooms, tomatoes, pollack in batter, and a few Choisin crisps.

A Limoncello dessert, and spring water as well! Gannet!

Josie called, she is going to go out on stately-home visit on Saturday with some relatives, so I will not need to make and deliver her cheesy-potato meal, until Sunday.

I did the pots, had a wash, stripped for the kip, and flaked out and fell asleep while looking if anything worth watching was on the box.

Zzzz!

 

 

 

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 15th May 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops at a minimum, but some daft ones had!

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Wednesday 15th May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 15 Mai 2019

3Wed01aWd BLACK 02:45hrs. Woke after a cramp-filled night. Got out of the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner; not without pain. The legs and feet were still suffering from the marathon hobble and physio exercises. A wee-wee of the regular lately, SSPWW (Short-Sprinkly-Painful-Wee-wee) variety, using the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket). It’s getting a little worrying, this lack of liquid-movement. I must ask the nurse today, if it is safe to take a Furesomide, with the legs not being too water-filled.

I made my way to take the medications and brew up a mug of tea. I made up three waste bags to take to the chute when I can get time, and no visitors are expected so I can get out.

Wd BLACK Got the computer going, but… The magnificent Global Liberty Virgin internet kept going down, and it was so frustrating. Grr!

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Finished updating the Tuesday blog, and got it sent off. During which I had three SSPWWs. A call to the Porcelain Throne was answered. Ye-ha! Evacuation at last! Painful, but I was so happy!

Made a start on this blog. Got the top two graphics made up, and the template, and kicked off, getting as far as here. The time now, for the ablutions, A shower, and shave, etc. I know I shouldn’t use the shower this early, but I really need to freshen up. Phew! Hehe! 

Back in a bit.

06:43hrs. I’m back. All clean and refreshed, clothes on, Ankle-Support at the ready. Made a brew, and again on the computer (still making more regrets than beefburgers eaten by Elvis!). Two more pathetic SSPWWs taken during the ablutionisationing.

Worked on another draft template as I waited for the Carer. Who Shadas (The Care Supervisor) told me, could now arrive twixt 07:00hrs and 09:00 hrs. The carer (Umar) came at 06:55hrs, I was most pleased with that. He soon had the Ankle-Support on for me.

INR Nurse arrived early to do the Warfarin INR blood taking for me.  Then a nurse arrived, who had been booked in for 10:00hrs arrived early. Talking mostly about moods,

Smashing, if I rush  (go slightly quicker… perhaps), I can get the 09:30hrs bus. Hey-Ho!

The new hearing aid being useless, I put in the SpecSaver crap ones.

I got to the bus stop on Chestnut Walk. A hearing aid literally popped out of the right lughole and bounced several yards into the gutter. I retrieved it and put it in, but it was like the other one; of no use. No interest was shown in any gossiping with me at first, (Or maybe I could not hear what folks were saying?). Some residents came around later. Mary, Christine, and Stew shared a laugh on the bus to Arnold with me. Although it was a smidge on the farcical side as conversations go. All three of us either had no hearings in or those in were damaged. Good job the lip-reading skills are not entirely useless. Haha! 

 

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I took some snaps (above) while waiting at the bus stop.

I got off in Arnold, determined to try and get an extension cable for the broken one at home for the headphones. Of course, my having a talk to Mary, threw me off kilter, and I never got any cable. What a schlemiel!

Went in the Asda store, and wandered about, coming out with: a tin of chopped tomatoes with herbs, a milk roll loaf, rice cakes, mature cheddar cheers, cooked beef slices, and a tin of garden peas. The atmosphere in the store was terrible. I sensed a gloominess, satiated with a defeated discontentedness. Not from all the customers and staff, but a large proportion. When I did hear someone laughing, it made me want to investigate.

The closed down retail businesses I saw when I got out, added to the pessimism that abounded.

Paid at the self-serve till, and came out to nip over to the Fulton Foods store, to see if they any bargains, but they did not. But, I met Mary who was getting some flour, so we stayed together, had a look about and went to the bus stop on Front Street. Stew joined us later, and a conversation of great jocoseness was shared. I’m sure all of us were guessing what the other one was saying. Haha!

Mary watched the three-wheel-trolley-guide for me, while I took some photographs on Front Sreet.

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Caroline from the top residential home got on the bus en route. I had a natter to her when we got back to the flats. Then went with Mary and Stew back to Woodthorpe Court.

3Wed05a2Got in the flat and realised there had not been ant wee-wees required. But once indoors, that did start again – persistently. But they were of the SSPWW variety. Scarcely a few fluid ounces each time. Humh!

Got the fodder put away, and got the mushrooms sliced and in the crock-pot on the high setting.

3Wed09I decided as I noticed a machine was free, to take the laundry down and get it going. Which I did. Got the clothes in an started, then returned upstairs, well, the lift to the flat. Where, I spent a while on the Porcelain Throne – with abject failure. Things felt hard.

By the time I got cleaned up and out of the wet room, it was time to go down to move the clobber to the dryer. Which I did. I was a little dubious about the rattling noise as the drum went round, and the filter was filthy, so I 3Wed07cleaned it first. I’ll mention this to Julie when I see her next. Up to the apartment, and got the computer on to update this blog. Until it was time to go down again, to collect the washing.

It’s surprising how big the amount of washing seems when it is dirty. The cleaned washing took up only a  half of the red bag, after being folded. I cleaned the drum and filter.

3Wed06Got back up in the flat. I’d used the three-wheel trolley to put the bag on, instead of using a stick. The good thing about this was I did not leave the stick downstairs. Hehehe!

I got the togs put away, and got the oven on to do the chips in later.

I was soon back on the updating of this post.

Another summoning to the Porcelain Throne proved another failure! Hey-Ho!

I made a brew and took the evening medications a little early, including an extra Senna. I hope they soon start working! Forgot this time, not to take them with a hot drink. Schmuck!

The landline phone light flashed. It was Nurse Sue from the Stroke Team. She had called earlier, but I was out! I realised what might have happened, or to be more precise, I recognised how I had made a Whoopsiedangleplop – even if I didn’t understand how. Having had three helpers this morning, and three appointments being on the calendar, I thought I would be free to get out to the shops. I thought the second lady was Sue, coming early. Does that make sense? I may have got confused with the INR nurse. Oh, I did feel bad about it. I verbally lambasted myself! The gal w3Wed08ill be calling again, on Friday at 09:30hrs.

The tea had gone cold now, so after another SSPWW (Let’s save time, and just assume the wee-wees came averaged two an hour for the rest of the day). Hahaha!

The view from the unwanted, light & view blocking new kitchen windows that have extra 3Wed10glass that needs cleaning, but can’t be reached, and needs step ladder usage to take a shot of the road below, was stunning.

There were precious few folks about anywhere nearby this late afternoon.

I was in the usual, feeling shattered mode again. Always the same in the afternoon for me.

Hello, another call to the Porcelain Throne. Back in a bit!

Ah-Ha! Movement! I sensed wrongly that things had been firm, but they were messy. So, at last, the Senna-Strikes! Hehe!

3Wed11I made a start on the nosh, and got some chips in the oven cooking. The meal was smelling and looking fair enough, but the appetite let me down again. I didn’t eat a lot of it. The words from Care team leader Shadas, and Sister Jane ring in my ears, “You must lose Weight!”

Got the shakes as I was doing the pots, but avoided an accifauxpas okay.

3Wed12Very tired, I got down really early.

I noticed the left leg was more bloated, and the right one was almost skinny? Might the Anoxonotmesis have some bearing?

The cramps came on again later, but not as bad as the last two nights; then again, I have not done so much walking.

Fell to sleep, but kept waking up for the most misleading and pathetic wee-wees ever! A few drops weakly dribbled out each time, then nothing. Until I would wake again later, and repeat the process. Most aggravating.

Eventually, they stopped bothering me, and a good four hours kip followed before I woke again, and it started all over again! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Fri 15 Mar 2019: Windy day, had some chinwags, got some bread and the legs were like balloons. By gum, I lead an exciting life! Hehehe!

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Let’s not forget the lily-livered, chicken-hearted coward, turd-Cameron, who made all this deceitful, false, dissembling, insincere, disingenuous, hypocritical, fraudulent, double-dealing, duplicitous, perjured, perfidious, fabricated, paltering, prevaricating, shifty, spurious, maniacal, muddled, mendacious, meshugge-farce possible in the first place, before he ran away! Leaving Theresa May right-up the creek!

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Friday 15th March 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 15 Mawrth 2019

23:25hrs. The repeated SNSWWs (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wees) had ensured I eventually woke up properly, suffering from clinophobia, but having to get out of my £300 second-hand, pile-encouraging, rickety, ci1968, recliner, to have yet another SNSWW.

The precious EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), had never been so full. And considering how little was being passed on each visit, I reckon I must have spent more time going to, using and returning from the EGPWWB overnight, than did in the recliner! Oy-Yoy-Yoy! Hehe!

WD 0.0.128a Off to the wet room, in need of the Porcelain Throne. I soon found out that the boil that is coming up on the inner thigh, had been joined by another one or more, they were tender and sore, on the posterior (The poetry comes free, Hehehe!) The evacuation was a painless, bloodless and an unmessy affair. (I felt like Hanukkah had come early!) Hahaha! Rinsed, medicated things in need, and emptied and disinfected the EGPWWB, ready for further use.

WD 0.0.128a Then to the kitchen to get the Health Checks sorted. I’d got as far as getting out the hemadynamometer, and thermometer on the counter; and had to rush back to the Porcelain Throne! 

5Fri002However, it was another easy evacuation for me, no bleeding from the rear, only from the boil, or whatever it is, gave me any pain. I checked out the pins (legs). They were a little bloated, some of the papsules and pot-marks seemed to have done a runner, with one new one appearing. No, two, I just spotted the bottom one.

Ah, I’ve just thought of a name for them. The Mutational Alien Pins!-M.A.P., like on the lunar surface! Hehehe!

I rinsed up again and poddled back to the kitchen. Got the Health Checks done, and imbibed the medications.

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Made a brew of the Glengettie tea, and turned on the computer. I felt tired now. Considering I’d only been up about an hour or so. Still, with all the waking to use the EGPWWB overnight, I shouldn’t be surprised should I?

But it is a shame. Cause I have to go out today, to get some sample tubes, a pair of shoes that are one size too big, so they will fit over anything the leg ulcer clinic might put on them, and a loaf of hopefully, a small sliced Milk-Roll variety if I can find any.

I started and pressed-on with updated the Thursday post, then got it sent off. Then went on the WP reader. Next, I had a look to see if Facebook would let me work on the albums and TFZer site. All seemed to be working okay.

Made a start on doing this blog. Then turned my attention to things jentacular. I still haven’t bought any more cornflakes, not surprising I haven’t been out for what seems months but is only a few days. Hehe! So, a pot of porridge it will have to be for brekkers.

WD 0.0.128a I got the ablutions all sorted, I had to have a stand-up wash, so I could leave the night socks on because it was just too painful with the swollen legs to get to change them! It was another hurtful enough exercise just getting the new PPs on. This situation is not acceptable! I’ll have to mention it to the nurse at Monday’s blood test. Then again when I go to the Mary Potter Leg-Ulcer clinic on Thursday. He says in full (hopefully) expectancy that they will listen to him!

Still, sometimes the pins can change so quickly, and I might get a bit of walking in today, that sometimes gets them to slim down a bit. The wee-wees had stopped altogether now?

Went to tidy up the kitchen counter.

5Fri007Then I did the second set of Health Checks early. I caught sight of a mini-rainbow on the horizon and opened the unwanted hard to clean, light and view-blocking new window, to take this photograph of it. Not as awe-inspiring or large as rainbows in other parts of the world, but a rarity here. A bit like common sense and logicality are rare in Inchcock and politicians in the UK.

WD 0.0.128a In reality, it was three shots I took, the other two did not come out very well. Those two were memorable only for their blurriness! Tsk!

5Fri005I heard a lot of mechanical commotion as snapped the rainbow, so I bravely (given the last few days Accifauxpa record using them!) got the stepladders out, so that I could take this picture straight down, of the busy-bees working below.

I gathered the bag and three-strong shopping list. Fumbled around checking lights, the stove, the taps (faucets), lights, etc. to ensure things were left in order, and set off, dropping the black bags down the waste chute on the way.

 

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It was windy again, but not a cold one at all. I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed, to find three other tenants in there. No Guards in, I think some pro-tem ladies were due on site today, according to one tenant. I had a natter with Mary, who was telling me she was still waiting to move to her new flat at Sneinton.

WD 0.0.128a I was a tad embarrassed to, but I asked Mary if I could get my foot up on the chair, would she be kind enough to close the velcro for me, as my legs were so bad and blown up this morning, I couldn’t manage the simple task! She was okay about and laughed, telling me of similar troubles she had suffered! Bless her! A few other residents arrived to wait for the bus with the rest of us. The moaning began! Mary, Roy, and Malcolm all had a little chunter, hehehe! Something to do with pigeon spikes, I think it was.

5Fri09I went out to the bus stop, and the others joined me and those already at the stop.

Mary is in the blue and black coat, centre back. Tom, Elizabeth, Mary, Roy, and the others were still grumbling about something or other. Haha!

I had a laugh and chinwag with the chap on the left. A grand couple, his wife and him are. (Names fail me again, Humph!)

I got on the bus, everyone bar two, got off in Sherwood. I had a pathetic bash at the crossword book en route.

5Fri12When I got off of the L9 on Front Street in Arnold, I crossed the road and went straight into the Shoe Zone shop. I bought the required size-nine brown shoes. As long as they had velcro-closures, felt soft enough and looked sufficiently broad fitting, I was not concerned about style or colour. (But then again, I never am. Haha!)

This pair fitted all the needs, so I grabbed them and took them to the lady at the counter. I think I bought a pair earlier this year of this style, for £14.99. These were £16.99. Hey-ho! Brexit?

Then out and over the road to the Asda Store, and rushed as much as I was capable of doing. Got my three-strong shopping list. The legs felt more cumbersome than they have ever done, and the soles of the feet were very tender when walking. I was struggling somewhat to get about. But, I was not miserable with it, cause I knew that next Thursday, I will be seeing a different specialist to be ignored by. Tsk! I paid at the self-serve checkouts for my three items, without any problems with the machine! Smug-Mode Temporarily Adopted! Two packs of the French baked, small soft baguettes for £3.30, (Asda had none of the Milk Roll bread on the shelves, Grumph! And some part-baked Petit-pains.

WD 0.0.128a I don’t know how or why, but I forgot to get the cornflakes! Klutz!

I hastened painfully and hobblingly out and up to the bus stop, with minutes to spare. I knew the L9 had not been and gone because a chap tenant was sat in the bus shelt5Fri10er.

I made a comment to him about the beautiful sky and got a ‘Grumph!’ back. That was the end of that discussion. Haha!

I took this photo of the amazing clouds in the sky over the car park. While keeping my eye out for the bus coming. I was pleased with how it came out, considering how quickly I snapped it.

Another failed effort at the crossword book on the way back home. In Sherwood, some tenants got on the bus. But none spoke to me, they didn’t see me. (Well, I can’t blame them, I might not have talked to me either. Hahaha!) Doris, Peggy, and Roy were amongst them. Four minutes later, we were back at the flats. I walked back with the chap on the sunglasses from the earlier photo, and we did have a little laugh or two and natter. When we got back to the flats, his other half who had sped ahead, opened the lobby door from inside for us. A pleasant couple, bless their cotton socks.

I sliced some chestnut mushrooms and got them in the saucepan. Put the oven on. Got the cobs put away all bar the ones I will have with tonight’s nosh. No wee-wee demands at all yet? With the legs now seeming so heavy and supposedly full, I would have thought the wee-weeing would be rampant?

Got the last Health Checks done, and made a brew. Then on with updating this diary. After around two hours or so…

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I tried the reset button. Why don’t they just call it the Lost Hope Button? Then I turned off everything, losing some work in the progress of course, that needed doing over again later! Oy Vey! No connections, so I tried turning off the computer and back on. No luck! Another power-off, waited a minute and turned it back on. Nowt improved!

WD 0.0.128a I poddled about in the kitchen, got down on my knees (How stupid can one old man be!) The fight to get back up on my feet was agony and time-consuming. This started off the knees. Both of the boils started stinging, and then Anne Gyna joined in with the assault on my body!

Now, I was annoyed with myself!

I limped (literally), back to the computer. Wallah! Mr Fries internet came back on at last! But now I had lost interest.

5Fri11Went to check the legs out.

It was not a pretty sight. I decided to take a Furesomide tablet, now I expect the wee-weeing to start again with a vengeance soon.

Got some chips in the oven to have with the tomato baguettes I was about to prepare for when the chips are ready and serve up the mushrooms with them.

5Fri26Although the flavour and taste were grand, and a worthy 8/10 rating, I’d made too much. I ended up eating only about a third of it, but I enjoyed what I did consume.

The chips and the Halal chicken mini sausages were very flavoursome indeed.

5Fri28Went to made a brew, and poured it out. As I was taking a photo of the evening sky, the dreaded wet and warm feeling came from the PPs Protection Pants.

So, off to the wet room to check on things. Little Inchies fungal lesion was flowing blood again. By the time I had cleansed and medicated things and got back to the kitchen, the tea had gone cold.

5Fri29So, I made another mug of Glengettie tea and took a second picture of the view.

The darned legs felt more substantial than ever, I expect that in the morning when I do the Health Checks, I will see a considerable increase in weight, due to the now bloated more than ever, storage of bodily fluids in my poor old pins (legs).

I hope I can get the pants and socks on in the morning. I’m gonna have to try and get some help from somewhere if I can, if things don’t improve soon.

I got the loose-fitting socks off okay, by trapping them with the other foot and heaving the leg away. But there was no way I could cope with getting the night socks on.

I settled in the rickety second-hand recliner5Fri30 that was born ci1968, and the fretting mind kicked off, just about everything it was possible to worry about, be afraid of, or was not going right hassled my brain.

I sat there with my plates-of-meat and pins on the Ottoman to watch TV, and it looked to me, like the leg-ulcer that had almost cleared-up, was beginning to make a come-back! Fancy-that!

I found it impossible to view anything on the goggle-box, nodding-off and waking repeatedly, I gave up. Pulled the woolly-hat down over my eyes, and drifted off into the land of Nod, for a wee-wee free sleep!