Inchcock Today – Wed 17/6/19: Criticising, moaning, irking, rankling, nitpicking, fault-finding, and complaining ruled the day. Again. Tsk!

2019 July 16

2019 July 17

Wednesday 17th July 2019

Norwegian: Onsdag 17 Juli 2019

02:25hrs. Woke and the mind-musing began instantly: I’ve got to store water today, to cover for the cut-offs promised for the day, (as I must also remember for supply interruptions for three other days to come, Tues 23rd off for approx nine-hours, Friday 26th, and Monday 29th July, Tsk!). Will the INR nurse call today or not? Why had I stupidly left the bamboo socks on overnight? The Morrison delivery is coming twixt 06:00>0:700hrs. So, I must get the ablutions done at 05:00hrs.

And then, as I dragged my overweight, fubsy body from second-hand, £300, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, rusty, sometimes working, uncomfortable recliner; Where had all the ailment pains gone? To add to my early confusion, there was no call for a wee-wee or the Porcelain Throne. Had I died in the night? Was I still asleep? Am I to suffer another bad day? For some unfathomable reason, I felt such sorrow when I thought of the 1962 Cup Final when Spurs luckily, jammily, flukily undeservingly beat Burnley. Had I finally gone bonkers? Will I ever wake up again? I don’t think I could face reincarnation, not after the hell of this unlucky, inauspicious, ominous, Whoopsiedangleplop-filled, saddening, ill-fated, cursed, adverse, disadvantageous, painful, challenging, forsaken, unprosperous, pathetic, pitiable, fear-driven, bedevilled, distressfull, minacious, bodeful, Accifauxpas-filled, ignominious lesser intelligent and far more eensy-weensy equipt for manhood, life.  Hehehe!

WD black WDA black Next, as I moved (unthinkingly) without the walking stick, in response to a sudden desire, partly-logically made though, to get the hand-laundry done before any water cuts arrive, I was brought back to part-sanity and reality, as I stubbed the toe on the way to the kitchen! I fear a couple of licentious ecphonetic words in response were uttered, not that I had much time for any guilt. With no stick handy, I wobbled a tad, and clouted the right knee against the door frame! An instantly watchable bruise came out within seconds! Tsk!

3Wed001I got the washing in the sink, gave my best agitational wash, and while I left it to soak for a while, I got the kettle on and grabbed the hemadynamometer, took the tablets out to take, and did the health checks. Another good set of results all around this morning Sys 146, Dia 65, Pulse 81, and temperature 34.7°c. I was well pleased with these readings. Despite the EQ telling me not to get overly confident.

WD black After taking the medications, I had a wee-wee. Using the wet room’s WC. Oh, dearie me! The DTAO (Dribbling-Tinkling-All-Over) mode wee-wee, left me with a lot of cleaning up to do in the wet room! Humph!

3Wed001bWD black The Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Polyneuropathy, and/or Peripheral Neuralgia affected leg, looked in a right state. The sensation of worms wriggling under the skin was getting worse. This may have caused me to have done some more nocturnal scratching, I don’t know. Keeping the socks on overnight didn’t help, I suppose. What an Alter cocker!

3Wed01bI disinfected the place, got a new pair of PPs on, and back to the kitchen. Where I got a load of water from the cold tap, and into some jugs and the two remaining usable, unburnt saucepans I own. I filled the crock-pot as well.

Got on the computer to start this post going, got as far as here, and it was time to get the ablutions sorted out. So, off to the wet room.

WD black A wee-wee first job. An unexpected variety, this time. A PSAOS (Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Showering) wee-wee. There weren’t many parts of the wet room that were not affected by the spraying all over spurting sprits! Gawd heavens! Cleaning and disinfecting took me ages – a good job I got the ablutions started so early!

3Wed01eWD black The teggies were done, then the shaving, with a few minor nicks here and there. Because the hand, fingers, and shoulder started dancing about at the wrong time again. But no complaints, they’ve been fair to me up to now. Then the stand-up wash was done.

I made sure that the sink plug was left out. I left the cloths soaking and sanitising, in a jug.

3Wed01hThen, I decided to take some shots of the outside from the wickedly troublesome new balcony windows. The left-hand metal spring opening clip, that needs pushing, bending and pulling at the same time to release the window inwards, window, was handled with aplomb and I began to feel a ‘Smug-Mode’ coming on.

A reasonably decent shot, I thought. (Praise-Seeking Mode-Engaged)

3Wed01i  I went to the right-hand window. But this hand metal spring opening clip, that needs pushing, bending and pulling at the same time to release the window inwards, would not move, or I just n longer had the strength to move it, to allow me to take a photograph of the undecided to grow or not new grass lawn below near the end car park.

WD black So I gave it one more try, caught the finger against the side of the frame, swore a lot, then I gave up even trying to open this window. Instead, I opened one of the slidings the next window along to release the end one. I leaned out as far as I dare and twisted around to the right to get this shot, of the patchwork new grass lawn.

3Wed01fWDA black I found a few decent welts where I had trapped the little finger, in my “I should have known better than to try to use it” effort to open the damned-dangerous window spring clip that needs pushing, bending and pulling at the same time to release the window! Humph! Silly-Me-Mode engaged!

I made a mug of tea and refilled the kettle, a good habit to get into, with the water going to be cut off so often over the next week or so. It’s a challenge all these two years with more to come hassle, disruption, and botherations to come. I hope the new tenants who come in enjoy it. For most of us. The memory of the workings will not be recalled favourably. For me, the carpets being ruined by the Willmott Brown subcontracting plasterer, the failed and changed appointments. The mess made and having to be cleaned up, the hot water going off. The power having been cut off for nine hours. By the none-communicative DCUK mob, and the food that had to be thrown away from the freezer and fridge, as they killed all the power to the flat. Just a few of the things that still wrangle!

With the I’m still uncertain if I will live long enough for things to get finished. But I’m so disappointed with things. The Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy,  Peripheral neuralgia, or Postherpetic neuralgia, Duodenal Ulcer, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger (Take yer pick, Hehe!). Then the Stroke making things worse. Depression can come on from nowhere, and I do hate that more than having too many ‘issues’, as the Podiatrist said when refusing to treat me! See, I just can’t win! Hahaha! Gripe-Time over, Sorry.

The Intercom chime rang out, but I only just heard it, and that is on full volume. If I had not got the hearing aids in, I wouldn’t have heard it, that’s for sure. So, the new Intercom System that lets us see who is calling also prevents us from hearing when they call! Another of the so-called improvements that don’t work for me. Being the first time I have used it, I was a bit nervous of getting it right, but it went well, and the Morrison Man was soon at the door with the biggest ever load for delivery.

WD black The bloody leg started Hokey-Cokeying while he was taking the stuff through to the kitchen for me. I must have looked a right twit! But the lad seemed to understand after I explained why I was this was leg stamping and spinning around, and the stick was flailing a bit.

3Wed01JMostly the order consisted of spring water and kitchen towels. Both hard to carry from the shops, with the room for storage so tiny in the trolleys. The weight of the water and the bulk of the towels. (Oh, I slipped into griping-Mode there again, Sorry folks.)

I thanked him for his help and patience, and off he trotted. Nice bloke.

I needed yet another wee-wee and used cautiously the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), bearing in mind the earlier spraying wee-wees. Just as well, cause it was another of the PSAOS (Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Showering) evacuations, but I coped using the grey bucket, I just to take care of the thin edge of the receptacle.

3Wed01KWDA black Putting the things into the freezer, I started to re-sort a drawer to make some room in it, and clang! The damned right hand and leg started off dancing, yet once more. The draw and its contents tumbled to the floor! I had a job picking up the things, but managed without any more incidents, to get it back into the freezer. Still, it gave me a rare opportunity to clean the draw. Hehehe!

3Wed01LThe storing of the goods took a great deal of time, and I had used the stepladders to put the porridge and noodles in their correct location on top of one of the wall cabinets. It became apparent to me, how nervous I had become of the legs etc. playing up, for I would not go on the third and top step. On the second rung, I had the top of the ladders to grab if anything started dancing. But, they didn’t play-up.

I made a brew and topped up the kettle straight away in case the water might go off at any time now. I was hoping that the INR Warfarin nurse would call today. A lot of odd noises about this morning, but I cannot identify what they are, whining and pinging sort of sounds.

I spent ages starting this blog going.

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WD black Sister Jane rang me to tell me she had not had the diary yet. Then it dawned on short, plump, uneducated, socially inept, bespectacled, hearing aids wearing, Nottinghamian pensioner, what a complete and utter pillock he really is! – I’d not updated yesterday’s blog and sent it off yet! A right nebbish!

So, I set about trying to get it done ASAP. The plan was inhibited by frequent DTAO (Dribbling-Tinkling-All-Over) mode wee-wees, and the Virgin Media keeps going down and slow for a few times. Grobblebogglesworth!

WD black Then…

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Hours later, I’d got the Tuesday post finally updated and sent off. Crikey, it’s nearly afternoon already! Then I had to go on CorelDraw to make some graphics up and do the next days template.

I made a mug of tea first. The water was running from the tap, but it may have been off earlier. While making the brew, I noticed a tractor with some lawn grass on it, making its way towards the end to our end of Chestnut Way. I limped sticklessly onto the balcony and to some photographs. It looks like they are replacing all of the turfs.

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I started creating the graphics needed. A long-time later, I got the graphics done. During the time spent. I was invariably accompanied by banging and knocking noises, no drilling though, from above. Drove me barmy it did – still, its got to be done. Huh! No damned peace here anymore! 

WD black Then, fancy that and can you believe it… Humph and Tsk!

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3Wed01sWD black It got worse, moments later, the noises from above stopped, but a new sound was heard in or near the flat. I went for a look around and found two letters had been delivered. The first one… unbelievable, it was from Virgin Media – telling me they were putting the monthly bill up by £3.36! F’ing cheek! Faster Ultra-Reliable Broadband waffle etc. That bloody Fries bloke is becoming my most hated git in the land! Although he has several others in contention. Haha!

3Wed01TThe second one was from the surgery.

Telling me that I have to ring the surgery (Great when they of all people know about my hearing problems!), after 11;00hrs to arrange the CHD health check. I must have nothing to eat or drink, other than water… (Water the thing that is being turned of over four days in my block of flats), from 22:00hr  the night before the appointment. Bring a urine sample with me, which means I have to go to the surgery again before the meeting to get a vial to use. Make an early appointment (Huh! When can I get ever get an early appointment with them? Very rarely!) Oh, and I’ve to take the medications as usual.

Life is pissing me off big time lately! No rest, just problems all the time. Like this week, no INR nurse attended to take the Warfarin blood sample. So I expect a letter or phone call from them about this when they eventually realise! I think things are getting on top of me. The mess made by power-cut off by the DCUK mob. I’m stuck indoors so cannot get out to shop. I’ve had a Morrisons order this morning, but have put in another order from Iceland for stuff I had hoped to get to the shops to buy. Do I sound a little niggled? Tsk! I am!

Oh, the drilling and banging have started again.

I’m giving up. I’ll get some nosh, a wash and settle down to try and rest for a bit. Naturally, this will not be achievable, but you never know! TTFN, until the morning, if I make it through the night… as somebody sang. Hehe!

No sleep, nod even a little nod-off.

So I got the nosh sorted out. As I was preparing the meal, we had a few drops of rain, but it soon stopped. I think we need some more, the TV said we are in for thunderstorms on Friday and or Saturday.

WD black No doubt things will need me to go out on Friday, miss the INR nurse most likely, get soaked through, the trolley wheels will get filthy and make a right mess in the flat, I’ll get on the wrong bus coming home, probably get pneumonia, book an appointment with the surgery for two weeks time and snuff-it while waiting… Oh, I’m off again moaning in advance this time! Sorry. As Tim Price puts it so aptly: I’ve become a cantankerous old curmudgeon! Hahaa!

3Wed26I made a delightful looking nosh, that I was sure I’d enjoy. Smoked mackerel in sauce, chips, fresh garden peas, beetroot, great tasting tomatoes and some potato cakes. A naughty Limoncello dessert for afters. But, by the time I had made and served it up, it wasn’t so desirable. The tomatoes, garden peas and beetroot were fine. All the rest seemed unappealing, and much of it was wasted. I think a Flavour-Rating of 4.5/10 is generous. That was for the peas, tomatoes and Limoncello.

By being in a tremulous, jittery mood with life at the moment, I turned, ashamedly so now, to the comfort eating after washing the pots, and getting the hand-washed clothes on the airer, I visited the nibble cupboard! Crisps, a sucker and cheesy curls were my comforters!

I did watch some TV for a while, but concentrating was difficult, due to Colin Cramps having a cruelly vicious go at me, on and off all night! I took an extra pain-killer and used half-a-tube of pain gel. All to no avail, though.

WD black The really odd thing about this night-long visitation from Colin Cramps was that he did not bother the knees, legs or hip area at all! But gave me painfull pastings, on of all things, the toes and fingers! The toes being the surprising targets. When I got to sleep, the pain from the toes would start again and wake me up! Repeatedly.

So, it was a late, and I was not in good condition, physically or mentally. Fair enough, this begs the question; When am I ever in a reasonable condition mentally or physically nowadays? Humph!

Inchcock Today – Mon 15 July 2019: Blimey, I almost felt amadelphous at times, today!

2019 July 15

2019 July 15

Monday 15th July 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 15. Srpnja 2010

04:20hrs. I stirred after only three hours sleep (sob), and like a wobbly automaton, I was out of the near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, second-hand, £300, sometimes working, discomforting recliner, and having a wee-wee of a WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) Mode, in the unused overnight EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). Without any trouble as well!

No dancing legs, shoulders, hands or fingers, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were all noticeable by their absence. No toe stubbings, or Accifauxpas either! Great start! I was even feeling a tad sort of sacerdotal; which confused me, as there is no reason for me of all people, to find himself in a flushed-peaceful moment? I poddled limping with the stick, to the kitchen and did the hand washing, only the usual socks and t-shirt done.

1Mon06Then I got the health checks done. The readings were once again, most satisfactory. Sys 147, Dia 73, Pulse 71 (Perhaps this near perfect 71 results I think, is indicative of the unprecedentedly calm mood I found myself in this morning?), and Temperature 34.1°c.

I had another WYSAO wee-wee and cleaned and sanitised the EGPWWB.

I noted how pale the hands had gone since getting out of the brutally uncomfortable recliner.

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1Mon07aI went to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. 

WD 128.0.128bu  I took of the night socks, and as I had expected, the leg ulcer was trying to come back again.

There was no pain though, just a feeling like there were worms inside the leg wriggling about?

I made another brew of tea and got on the computer doing the updating of the Sunday post. The dancing and jumping were rare this morning, other than the leg, which tried to do its Hokey Cokey dance a few times. So I got on reasonably well with the task. I got it finished and posted off. Three or more wee-wees needed while doing this, all still of the WYSAO style.

I got the ablutions tended to next. No cuts shaving, no toe stubbing, either! Smug-Mode was given the go ahead!

Got readied, took the black bags to the waste chute as I went out, of down to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

1Mon07cLimping along Chestnut Way, I saw that some of the grass lawn was coming through, beneath the trees near Winwood Court! The leaves and branches had probably stopped the recent evening rains from prompting some of the grass coming through.

I got to the Oberschützeress Wardens’s shed, no residents inside, but Obersturmführeress and Catwalk Model and Warden Professor Julie was working in the office. Julie asked how the power situation was, and I told her about the food thrown away from the freezer. She said claim on your insurance. A quick nibble-handout and an even speedier chinwag, and I was off to the bus stop. A Nottingham City Homes chap followed me out and asked about the power to the flat.

Over to the shelter, where six or so residents were waiting. We were joined by about another eight or so by the time the first bus arrived. They massed on, all in front of me, well, they move quickerer than I can, Haha!

1Mon07dBy the time I got on last, all the side-saddle seats were taken and the bus looking rather fullish. I had to walk to the back of the bus, up the steps with the trolley, that was fortunately almost empty (bird food), so I folded it and got it wedged in between the seating. Two stops along, about five passengers alighted, and at the next Sherwood stop, many more got off, leaving just one other bloke and me on board for the journey to Daybrook.

WD 128.0.128bu I fell asleep, and missed my planned stop, but got off at the next one. Then walked back and to the Arno Hill Park, and visited the ducks on the pond there.

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1Mon12I left and walked into Arnold and Front Street.

Called at Chambers’ provisions shop to investigate their smoked, cooked belly pork availability and quality of. It was very fatty and did not look appealing at all, so I made my way to the Asda Superstore further along.

I spent a while in the store. I bought a new Andy Cap. Then moved to the food section, where I came out with: A bag of fries with bacon flavouring, three cans of tuna in brine, milk, some BBR flavoured Rice, cheapo iced-lollies, pod peas (Terrible they were!), Bread thins (They didn’t have any milk roll bread on the shelves, Tsk!), jelly babies and erm… well, er, err… I’ll have to just come out with it: Guilty-Mode-Engaged! Fresh Cream French Horns! (Another disaster I’ll explain about later).

I went to the photo booth and copied-printed some pictures of Deana & Julie and some of the tenants to hand them later. Then up to the bus stop on High Street. Again, all the others tried to beat me to getting on the bus, but it pulled close to me, and I got on first! Oh, yes! It filled up en route, and in Sherwood, we picked up some of our residents. Welsh William, Roy and Sheila I noticed getting on.

Back at the flats, they all got off first, and someone helped me off the bus with the trolley, bless em, I didn’t know his name. I nipped into the shed and handed some nibbles and photographs to Julie.

1Mon13Making my way back along Chestnut Way to the Woodthorpe Court flats, I noticed some girls ahead of me. Chrissie, Penny and Sheila, I think.

I couldn’t catch them up, but Penny and Christine stopped to talk to Wimbledon ex-champion and Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden Deana, and I caught them up and passed them. Offering a quick “Good afternoon, girls!” as I passed them by. No response, though, cause they were chatting away. I plodded on and got in the foyer, and waited for them so I could open the door for them.

WD 128.0.128bu There was still only the one lift working. For four days now, Chrissie told me. So, we had Chrissie, Penny and another woman with me and three trolleys in the elevator cage. Chrissie organised where we stood in order of the floor needed for each person. Had a bit of a farce. Not enough room for folks wanting to go up, some had to wait, people trying to come down from above, couldn’t get on cause the lift was so full, etc. What a to-do! Hehehe!

I was suddenly so tired again.

1Mon14I got the fodder purchased away and prepared the nosh.

WD 128.0.128bu While it was cooking, I took the evening medications and had, what must have been a new record wee-wee wise. One of the semioccasional, and very rare MDTAO (Marathon-Dribbling-Trickling-All-Over) Wee-Wee’s.

WD 128.0.128bu Podding the peas I threw more away that had mould inside the pods that ever before. As for the naughty Fresh cream French Horns, they were soft and soggy, and far too over-sweetened, after one or two bites, I threw them both away! Mostest dissapointing! I thought of TFZer Janet and Patricia, who also have a fancy for these cakes. But not counting the cakes, a flavour rating of 9/10 for the other goodies on the plate. The chips (fries) were smashing tasting!

GC capAs I got read for head down time, well, to watch a Jonathon Creek DVD, I realised I  still had my new hat on. Hahaha!

I nodded off withim seconds I think.

When I sort of burst awake, the first thing I thought was; Hello, no wee-wee wanted? Then it dawned on me, it was still only 22:00hrs! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 14th July 2019: My mental state varied today, twixt fine, desperate, and sod-it!

2019 July 13

2019 July 14

Sunday 14th July 2019

Hawaiian: Ka lā 14 o Lulai 2019

02:25hrs. I wasn’t sure if I had woken up or not at first, it was very surreal, even grotesque in a way. I had been (I think) having different dreams for ages it seemed, about events that have occurred the places I’ve lived or worked at. I thought I might still be dreaming. Sad, I know! But, I had seemingly had over six-hours kip – which was indeed delightsome!

WD 0.30.0B However, as soon as I moved and knocked over a (luckily for once) empty bottle of Spring Water, and it fell into the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), the realisation that I was awake, dawned on me. Hehe! The bucket incident brought on the need for a wee-wee, of course.

Freeing my worryingly ever-expanding body from the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, just about endurable for the bad-back recliner, was a piece of cake! It was an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee), and the pain was real enough for me! I took the bucket to be cleaned and sanitised in the wet room.

WD 0.30.0B The WC is taking ever-longer to refill, and the sink is even more reluctant to let any water go down its plug-hole this morning! Tsk!

As a total change from normal, I got the computer and went on Facebooking first. Added some pictures, and enjoyed and mad some comments of the TFZer site. A lovely bunch of people, I adore them all, yet I have never met any of them ♥.

7Sun02The throat was suffering from xerostomia this morning. Yet I had no desire yet for my early morning cuppa. The curiousest happening of the day so far! But, I did guzzle plenty of the spring water. While in the kitchen, I did the health checks, took the medications, and took a photograph from the unwanted, multi-glassed, light & view blocking, thick-framed, new kitchen windows, with the unreachable panes to clean.  On the bright side, the HC check results were absolutely unbelievably good! Sys 138. Dia 61, Pulse 81 & Temp 34.6°c. Fantastic stuff!

7Sun07I do like the tree copse, but also at the end of Chestnut Way, the trees over the garages. Bootiful! My viewing was terminated, when a call was received from the innards to for a Porcelain Visit, post-haste! So I did!

WD 0.30.0B It turned out to be a failure. Notwithstanding my greatest painful efforts to move things along, after a long time failing, I gave up. However, all was not doom and gloom. For one of those incredibly unique wee-wees of the ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) mode was enjoyed. As my failure at the other evacuation area went on, and on, and… Well, you get the idea!

I continued, doing the CorelDrawing graphics. The fingers and hands were got playing up too much… yet!

7Sun07I suddenly got the urge for a comforting mug of tea! And recognising that is was 07:00hrs, and I had not started on updating yesterday’s Diary yet, put me in Self-Derogatory-Mode! 

I got the black bars sorted out and tied up ready to go to the chute later on. Then put new bags in the bins and repositioned them in the 7Sun10rubbish room, wet room and one left in the kitchen.

I took a shot of the misty morning outside, from the deadly step-ladder Accifauxpas kitchen windows.

It came out decentish, though.

Ah, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne. So, off to the wet room again. Once again, a terribly painful evacuation, that needed much effort to clear, and the massive release took me a good while.

7Sun01So while there, I did the ablutions.

Only a couple of tiny wee nicks while shaving. I fought and won, uninjured, against the sock glide, which is a rarity when putting on the short bamboo socks.

The legs seem to be holding less fluid now. Although they were well-bruised. I’m afraid the ankle ulcer is looking dodgy, so left the sock over it, so not to show it.  The nocturnally made scratches were still bright, but getting betterer!

At long last, I got on to doing the updating of the Saturday blog, (Must have been around 08:00hrs) or so by then. Much later, I got it finished, posted, and sent some photo’s to Pinterest and the TFZer Facebook page. Phew! That took me a long time!

I made a start on this post next. Brother-in-Law Pete, the one with Xyrophobia: Fear of shaving. (Mine is Euphobia: Fear of Good News.) ([Well, when do I get any? Hehe!]), he’s known as ‘Stubble’, called me on the landline. We had a chinwag which I enjoyed, a little memory prompting and the like, you know. It cheered me up!

7Sun11I got Josie’s cheesy-potatoes made up and got them in the oven. Did some more on this updating, then got the side-food on the plate and kept checking on Josie’s spuds in the oven. I want them to be browned to perfection this time.

Took a picture of Sherwood and Basford outside, through the bare, apart from the injury-causing, deadly-dangerous step ladders. The mist on the horizon is still there. But no people were seen in any photo I took outside. Sunday! 

I got a lovely email from Jenny. I think she is going to ask the young man who does her windows if he might do mine. Once a month, and he only charges £10.

7Sun35aI finished Josie’s dinner, got it on the server, and delivered it to her door. I used the wheeled-server in case the hands or any other part of my anatomy started subliminal, involuntary Hokey-Cokeying and or jumping. Safety First! The meal looked alright to me.

Josie answered the door, and her face lit-up. She was all poshly dressed, so I assumed that she was going out later. So glad I was early with the prandicle consignment.

WD 0.30.0B I returned to the flea-pit and started to get my meal prepared. A minor Whoopsiedangleplop came to light, as I searched for my tatty oval blue plate that I usually eat off – it could not be found anywhere? Where could I have left it? I really had an in-depth foray around, looking in the usual and then strange places I may have put it. All to no avail. Then as I decided to use the pinkish’maroon plate that Josie uses at the weekend – Hehehe! Wot a plonka! It dawned on me, I had given Josie her meal on that plate! I did feel a Klutz!

7Sun38I had the other half of the cheesy potatoes, garden peas and some streaky smoked bacon. Making some bacon sarnies with the last of the milk loaf as I ate it.

Same as for Josie, a Limoncello dessert, and made-up spring water and orange cordial followed. A flavour rating of 6/10 given for this rather sad effort.

GC blue f03WD 0.30.0B I was so tired, I got the washing up done and settled into the currently welcoming second-hand, c1968 recliner. But, the nibbling started almost straight away. Cheese curls, jelly babies, chocolate brazils, sherberts, etc. were consumed – but not just a few of them, lots! Guilty Mode Adopted! Whatever I have tried in the diet stakes was ruined in one gorging session!

Worse still, the sleep would not come! And unremittingly, the nibbling continued! I watched a Jonathan Creek DVD and enjoyed it. Then I put the TV on, but not really watching the crap on offer, and the mind began to stew away; fears, shames, mistakes, worries etc. floated into the brain, tormenting me. And this, along with slowed-down but still guiltily being eaten nibbling! I turned off the television and tried to get to sleep seriously, but the brain would kick-off again, with its at times, almost panicking, over nothing and everything? Even searching the grey cells to find anything shameful or unpleasant that it had not already harassed me with.

I think the few hours I spent in mental turmoil was the worst in a long time. I recall putting the TV back on, the rubbish on might help me concentrate on something else. It was well gone midnight before I eventually dropped off to kip. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 11th July 2019: A betterer Day! (I might be sorry I said that, later, Hehe!)

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2019 July 11

Thursday 11th July 2019

Croatian: Četvrtak 11 Srpnja 2019

03:10hrs. I had managed to get some sleep, two hours or so (Humph!). I woke with a rare visit from Colin Cramps. But he departed before I had got my lumbering, short, rotund body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, decrepit, gungy-beige coloured rickety recliner. No morning thoughts or ponderations at all.

WD b 0.0.255 I had a rather fearsome wee-wee, of the LHBLSWW (Long-Hosepipe-Blasting-Like-Splashback-Wee-Wee) mode. It was so unexpectedly forceful, it nearly made me lose my balance and drop the bucket, and walking stick! Hehe!

4Thu04I limped into the kitchen with the bucket and sanitised and cleaned it. Then I did the hand-washing, rinsed them with some Wilko softener added to the water, and got them on the stand-up airer in the hallway, to dry.

I did the health checks and imbibed the medications. When at last, and it’s been a long time in coming this one, a visit to the Porcelain Throne! And what a session it was!

WD b 0.0.255 It took a considerable length of time, and agonistic efforts to free things. I half-expected to find myself split in half lengthwise when I stood up! I don’t know about torpedo, it felt like I’d passed a submarine! The effort actually wore me out! Haha! The bleeding was surprisingly little, though… nae, amazingly slight!

Because of the nature of the painfull Porcelain performance, I made a brew of tea and took another Senna tablet. (I must remember to buy some more, I’ve used up all the Movicol prescription powders!)

4Thu03I could see the early morning view through the unwanted and unneeded new kitchen windows, with the light & view-blocking thick framed glass that cannot be reached to be cleaned, was rather appealling. So I took this first photographicalisation, trying to get a shot with the lighted greenery, the housing and the sky. It didn’t come out well. In fact, I tried three times, but this was the best I could procure for the diary.

4Thu02Then, foolishy, unthinkingly and stupidly, I thought I’d get up on the stepladder to take a shot of the amazingly eerie view of down below in the car park on Chestnut Way… A mistake!

The photograph came out really well for once, I thought. Then I started to wallow in my skills this isolated, rare, bit of success, as I climbed down the steps. Just what I wanted, I thought. Oh, I am good! I thought! Smug-Mode-Adopted… A more significant Mistake to make!

Blog01aWDA b 0.0.255 Irrationally and without due consideration, I had not put the slippers on and was bare-footed still. Stepping down to the next rung in the ladder, I caught the corn on the metal edge. Which was a nocive enough thing to do, but it got worse as I lost my balance, and for the third time in 24 hours, my body tumbled into contact with the kitchen floor!

WDA b 0.0.255 The bruises came out quickly. As I struggled again to get up on my legs again. I clouted my head against the draining board, went down, and Back-Pain-Brenda was not happy with this at all. She hasn’t stopped aching ever since! After the incident, skirmish, scramble, scrap or scrimmage (I want to avoid saying accident, cause it wasn’t really one, it was my silliness that caused it!), I took another pain-killer and went to check things best I could for any injuries in the wet room. Only a couple of bruises and a tiny mark on the bonce. I’m so glad and grateful that the polyneuropathy inspired leg and limb dancing and shaking didn’t happen at the same time. Phew! It would have been far worse.

I moved the steps on to the balcony, out of the way.

I began to update the Wednesday Diary. Of course, I lost some artwork again, thanks to:

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Got the blog done and posted eventually. Thank you, Mr Fries!

WD b 0.0.255 Then I forced my aching body to the wet room for the ablutions to be tended to. All went well, apart from a mystery cut on the back of the head, after shaving?

I readied the things for the trip out and took the four-wheel-guide with me today. I called at Josie’s flat, but no answer to the chimes. Off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

It was smashing to get to the Winwood Social Hour Meeting. But I wasn’t feeling too good, and I think the four-wheeled trolley got in the way and annoyed folk a bit. I took a few nibbles around, but I had to leave the rest of the bag to be handed round. Some excellent chinwags were enjoyed. Annoyingly, when I left early to get the bus, Dizzy Dennis left me, Huh! He might have done it when I was inside!

I had an unwarranted telling-off and natter with Obergruppenführeress Night Club Dancer and Warden Julie on the way out. Haha! Over to the bus stop, listened to some chinwagging and got on the bus last again, they are too quick for me! Hehehe! I chatted with two brothers, and one told me to put something in Google to find the value of it, but I’m blown if I can remember what it was, now. Fool! The bus got a tad busy en route, and the four-wheeler was in the way of other passengers, this made me feel “In-the-way” and guilty.

I dropped off in town on Queen Street and walked down to the slab square to take some photographicalisations. From the bottom of the road, from left to right, I did a series of shots. I followed the lady in the red top with the photos. She was getting a move-on!

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Then, I went to the Poundland shop to see if they had any Pork Farms pies in. But they didn’t. However, I foolishly bought more stuff that would go in the pathetically small box on the four-wheeler, and had to buy a bag as well! I ended up buying a bar of orange chocolate, a pack of bacon offcuts, Dettol, jelly-babies, liquorice medallions, nibbles for handing out, and yet another drain unblocker!

4Thu11Came out and had a roundabout walk taking photographs (I hope to make a blog with all the photos in it later).

Plenty of Nottinghamian cyclist, most of the delivering food, driving out in front of buses and traffic, and threateningly scaring old folk, and possibly young ones, as they belted along the footpaths.

4Thu27I caught the bus home, on Queen Street, taking this rather appealing photo, I thought?

And it was packed almost solid. Which meant me, as usual on the uncomfortable side-saddle seat, taking up room and stopping anyone else from sitting down with big four-wheeler guide. Oh, dear! Christine got on en route, but we were far too apart to talk.

Back home at the flats, and I carried a bag for Chrissie, who had a lot of heavy stuff she’s bought, to carry so far for her. We were enjoying a verbalisationing session, as  Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Catwalk Model, Angela Gould was passing in her pap-pap. Crissie stopped for a natter, but I dare not, as the need for a wee-wee was unwelcomingly close. So I slowly walked on with the bag and trolley and waited a few seconds, and Christine caught up. We went up in the elevator, and U foolishly got in first, forgetting that the gal lived above me! So the poor gal had to get out of the cage to let me out and then back in again. But she was very civil about it. Bless her! We said our farewells, and I hastened to the WC in the flat!

4Thu28Got the things bought put away, and started to make the fodder.

For some reason, I felt hungry. I was going to have some bacon and beans, but decided this meal, would be quicker to make. Haha!

A flavour rating of 8.5/10, and went off to get the washing up done. During which I needed another SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee).

Took the medications, made a brew, and I tried to watch an episode of Rumple of the Bailey on TV.

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Tues 9 July 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, Psychasthenia and Neuroticism reigned today! Humph!

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2019 July 9 (2)

Tuesday 9th July 2019

Italian: Martedì 9 Luglio 2019

2Tue01WD black 00:35hrs. I woke up and noticed how red the left arm was puzzled. Cause I was not sleeping with it squashed or trapped. And it appeared red all over? Ah-well!

The escaping from the £300 second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, c1968, rusty, rickety recliner was so comfortable it was unbelievable. I stepped to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) and had myself a wee-wee of the RPDDWW (Reluctant-Painful-Dri-Drip-Wee-Wee) style. I thought as I patiently waited for the action to begin, the wee-wees were getting far less yesterday, and the bucket had hardly been used overnight – perhaps I should cut out the Furesomide tablets with the fluid retention being far less now?

Blog01aWD black WDA black At which time the Peripheral Neuralgia affected right leg suddenly launched into one of its lively versions of the Lambeth Waltz, with some one-legged Line Dancing thrown in! I reckon the Stomp was in there somewhere as well! Naturally, I dropped the bucket, tried to catch it while the sprinkling from Little Inchy continued, and poured the stale contents of the bucket over my legs and the carpet!

What a mess I was in! The first time in days that I haven’t taken the stick with me mind you, I’m not sure it would have helped in this case. I didn’t have enough working limbs to have saved the day! Haha! The cleaning up and sanitising cost me an hour of the day! Not to mention that when I used the Carpet cleaner, I suddenly realised I could not use the hoover cause of the time of day and annoying my sleeping neighbours! So, I had to get down with a bowl of water to remove the suds.

Blog01aWD black Gawd knows how I got back upright again. Luckily the recliner was strong enough for me to use as a lever. I’d woken up feeling fine – now Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Back-Pain-Brenda ad Hernia Harry were all giving me hassle and pain at the same time! Thank heavens for the Zoflora lemon and the Citrus air-freshener. I was a physical and mental disaster! Hard for people to understand the detrimental effects of Axonotmesis, I know… hell, it’s hard enough for me to grasp, and I’ve got it! Tsk! Hehehe!

I’d been hoping for a better day after Monday’s mental torment and disasters. I should have known better!

I pray my cleaning and de-smellingisational efforts work, especially with the nurse coming today. I began to feel a little sorry for myself, and adopted a lonely and depressing, self-annoying ‘Sullen-Self-Pitying-Mood!

Blog01aWD black As luck would have it when I was cleaning the cleaning equipment in the kitchen, I stubbed my toe against the sink door – I think it took my mind off of the urinal-contretemps, and also seemed to calm down the Peripheral Neuralgia sponsored leg from dancing! Which was good!

Blog01aWDA black But, the hands and fingers kicked-off, and I no longer own a small pretty square-shaped blue & white mug! Not only that but the damned thing hit my foot in it’s way down to the kitchen floor to be smashed to smithereens! My ‘Sullen-Self-Pitying-Mood! of a few moments ago, changed to sort of ‘Sod-it-What-Did-You-Expect-You-Idiot!’ mood!

A proffered a short inner-cry, I avoided any outward wailing this time. (Hehe!) I got the health checks and medications taken. It felt like I had been up for four or five hours already. Then I realised that I had!

The wee-wee’s were more frequent today. Up to now, most have been of the RPDDWW (Reluctant-Painful-Dri-Drip-Wee-Wee) mode.

Blog01aWD black I had a Panic-Flustered-Moment, and went to check everything I could; taps (faucets) left on, electrics/lights left on, where the card and key were, checked that the new hearing aids were not missing. Then looked for the missing old hearing aids again. Huh!

Blog01aWD black2Tue03a During the checks, I found that a letter had been posted through the door, hand-delivered not by mail. (This must have been last afternoon when I heard the door chimes ringing?) It was from the Nottinghamshire Fire & Rescue Service. The letter started; Fire Safe & Well Visit and Smoke Alarm Fitting. Following a recent visit locally, we need to visit you to carry out a free safe & well visit and the fitting a smoke alarm in your property. (I thought I had one, it gets checked by the NCH (Nottingham City Homes regularlyish)- Offering safety advice with you and the importance of a night time routine and escape plan. Also a Fire Tip leaflet.

Blog01aWD black As I started this blog going, the fingers, hands, shoulder, and arm all had another Hokey-Cokey moment. After several minutes of annoyance and frustration, I gave up and decided to do the ablutions.

I went to the wet room and checked the water was going down the plug-hole, which it wasn’t. So I put some drain unblocker in the plug-hole and wiped the area. Giving the stated ten-minutes to soak, I went to the kitchen and got the hand-washing done.

Blog01aWD black WDA black On my return to the wet room, I found that I had left the tap running, and the place was well flooded by the cloth blocking the plug-hole! I really wanted to cry – Worra Day! On the bright side, it cleared out the previously unreachable back of the sink area, and lots of bit of flotsam had been moved by the water 2Tue05on its way to the shower drain! Hehe! On the downside, the bath matt had been soaked through! Ah, well! Had a cleanup and then started the ablutionalisationing.

No cuts while shaving, for the third time in a row. Limited Smug Mode Adopted! I won the battle with the leg-glide without injury. The legs were pale, and a few new papsules, blood veins, and spots had appeared.

Sadly, the hands began to play up (Not the arm, leg, or shoulder) jumping. But they settled down shortly before I had the shave. Only the finger-jumping persisted, and I coped with this in a fashion. No cuts! Well, alright one, but only a tiny one!

Made a brew, and it was nearly time for the nurse to arrive. I started on some graphics on CorelDraw.

The pretty, beautiful… nae, desirable precious INR nurse arrived, took my blood, and managed a little chinwag and laugh. She doesn’t like the balcony, but only because of her fear of heights.

2Tue06Got dressed, and a final wee-wee, then readied things to get some bread – Asda I think 11:30hrs bus. A final wee-wee and I set out to the bus stop. I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. Only Sturmbannführeress Warden and part-time Tatler magazine model Julie was in. A nibble was given, and a cheerio, then I was off to the bus stop.

Blog01aWDA black I listened to the chin1Mon08awagging and moaning going on. Paul had a support-strap on his arm. He is the chap who I mentioned the other week when I saw him on his new mobility Scooter for the first time. This old photo shows how we old uns have to go in the roadway, because of parked vehicles blocking the footpaths. Well, poor old Roger had the same thing on Winchester Street, and he had to go on the road, and his mobility scooter tipped over! Hence the poor lad’s injuries and hospitalisation! I didn’t think to ask if he was suing anyone.

Then caught an L9 to Arnold. The bus was well-filled, until Sherwood, where everyone got off, leaving me as the sole passenger for a while. But the bus filled up again en route.

2Tue07I got off outside Asda and moved faster than I have in ages, in an effort to get the bits and to the bus stop in time to catch the next L9 back home. I’m not having a home delivery this week. So I got some of the Asda orange ice lollies, two packs of six, some Asda fries, and two loves of milk roll bread. I had to hobble to the far end of the shop to get to the self-serve checkouts. As I neared the entry, an ignorant young git walked in front of me to get there first. I almost lost control of the three-wheeler in my effort not to hit him. I wished I had driven into him afterwards.

Blog01aWD black But there were two free tills, and he went in one and I in t’other, giving him a look of distaste and a gentle tap with the front wheel of the trolley-guide. He had lots of bottles of spirits and wine, and I couldn’t resist saying to him as I nodded towards his shopping, “That explains your ignorance then!” In return, I got a look of confusion and hatred. Thankfully the young man chose his confusion as his primary response! Phew! And was soon done and departed. Hehe!

2Tue08I paid for the stuff, £5.05, and made my way to the car park bus stop on High Street. The Asda filling station, an automatic one, actually had three cars in it at the same time! Fair enough one was putting air in his tyres. I’ve never seen the place so busy since it was first built! Hehe! The Asda on Hyson Green green, and pay booths, and always seems busy. But of course, the two robberies, two car-jackings, the stabbing, the shooting and three muggings that have taken place there, help enliven the surroundings!

I arrived back at the flats, and gingerly made my way back along the footpath, which is far safer than using the road, but far dirtier (leaves, twigs, bird-poo, dog-poo, general dropped rubbish, cars blocking the footpath and an uneven surface). This meaning the wheels on the trolley take the crap into the flat! So I usually use the road, but there were too many cars belting up and down the road this afternoon.

I fumbled a bit, but the fingers and hand were being all calm. Thus I managed to take an ostensibly reasonable shot of each of the Courts on the way home, along Chestnut Way.

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2Tue12cBlog01I have to say, the Willmott Dixon workers and planners are absolute geniuses! They had planted some plastic piping on the verge side on the footpath. And here’s me, who didn’t even know they came from plants! Hehehe! Remember the April Fools gag on the TV about growing Spaghetti? A seriously made joke from the BBC. Brilliant!

2Tue12dLink: BBC 1959 TV Gag

The supply cabins were added to the works at the flats by Willmott Dixon, on Chestnut Way, it must have been eighteen months back now. (And five more months to go at least) The wildflowers had found a way to grow and blossom under the edges of the metal containers. Bootiful!

Blog01aWD black A wee-wee of a gruellingly long length was the first thing I did after getting into the flat. A new designation had to granted for this type of liquid evacuation. An MESWW (Marathon-Endless-Sprinkling-Wee-Wee). Knowing when it had ended was not easy, due to there being no physical acknowledgement of the progress! And, my oleaginous tummy being located in the line of view, of any visual checking of the situation! Hehehe! I’m not sure how long it took, but it must be an Inchcock record, considering the tiny amount of liquid I evacuated in the end.

2Tue12eI put the bits away and got some of the fries in the oven, a sliced up third of the Pork Farms pie, pickled gherkins, garden peas, a Marmite cheese knob, sliced tomatoes, and four of the Quorn Hot Dog sausages done for dinner. Some spring water with added orange cordial, a lemon mousse, a mini-lemon cake slice. With some Twiglets nibbled later. Guilty Mode Engaged!

I devoured it all! A flavour rating if 7/10 was granted. The Asda Fries were pretty bland and let down the meal. I stripped off and washed, and got settled down in the near-dilapidated, rickety, rusty, noisy, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, second-hand, £300, sometimes working, uncomfortable recliner, to watch an episode of Rumpole of the Bailey. But it was spoilt by irritating noises I could just about hear, but not identify. Several times I got worried that something had fallen over, collapsed or some other catastrophe had taken place. I had no choice but to keep getting up to have a check around, I could hear more odd different noises as I went around the flat, but not identify them. Most disquietening!

I gave up on the TV and got my head down. I fell asleep. When I woke, around 1900hrs, the noises seemed louder and more frequent. Getting back to sleep took me ages. The mystery noises will never be solved, I’m sure. With them still on at this time of night, I imagine they would not be from any workers? They were far less often now, but still, I had once more to get up and check around.

There are some flats available by the way. If any sadistic, peace-hating, noise-loving, none car owners of Nottinghamian’s are interested? Hehe!

 

Inchcock Today – Sat 6 July 2019: A day of frustrations, fertummelt, fragilities frailness & frantic mayhem! Not to mention the Accifauxpas! Tsk!

2019 July 6

2019 July 06

Saturday 6th July 2019

Sethoso: Moqebelo 6 July 2019

01:30hrs. I awoke with the feet and ankle in remarkably good condition, considering all things. The ankle/leg ulcer seems to the wane, again, a bit of a pain! Hehe! I could see no sign of the of any of the new growth on it, of the last two or three days?

The need for a wee-wee, not surprisingly came to the fore, and the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) was but a pace or two away. This was another change in styles this one, it was of the UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee) variety.

Then, off to the Porcelain Throne. But it was something of a farce, a failure, and a time-consuming exercise, again. Still, I got the ablutions done afterwards. I seemed to be more chaetophorous (in need of a shave) than usual. I thought, maybe my famously lethologica-ridden, absent-mindedness and woolgathering tendencies, may have had me shaving with the razor covers on again yesterday? I recall doing the shaving with the plastic guards on the Bic’s when I was in the Residential Home after the stroke, so I know it’s a possibility. Humph!

The feet were looking in good condition as well. Although it doesn’t show in this photograph, the left foot little toenail’s black patch underneath it had grown somewhat in size. I wonder what it is? Although the water retention in the legs and feet was getting a touch more.

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Oddly, a change this morning, the left leg was not as swollen as the right, but the right foot was more swollen than the left… confusing innit? Hehehe! No cuts shaving or doing the teggies, either! Swank-Mode-Engaged!

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B Some new, barely perceptible, odd marks had appeared on the right arm. Not the bruise from the INR blood extraction, lower down the limb, just higher than the wristlet-alarm. It ached around it. Another medical mystery! Haha!6Sat02

Washed, got dressed, and went to the rather disorganised and untidy kitchen. (Jenny, bless her, has offered to help me clear out the old airing cupboard, to allow electrician access. ♥) I shall not do any cleaning until they have been, they will only make more mess to be sorted. Where I prepared Josie’s ingredients for her dinner, ready to use later.I’d got the delivery server prepped last night, although I 6Sat03can’t recall doing it?

My shelling of the pod peas proved to be somewhat of a bothersome, annoying, irritating, tedious, exasperating, infuriating, and a maddeningly pestiferous procedure! Which got me going a bit! The Axonotmesis-driven dancing and jumping of the hands and fingers, left me with an assessed, guessed dozen or more peas that shot all over the place, 6Sat04never being found!

Then, I got the Health checks done. Got the medications taken, and made a pot of tea… well, a mug of pleasantly tasty, tangy, and strong-flavoured Glengettie.

The rain started to fall, and I fetched the Canon camera, with the short battery life, no eye-viewer, fiddly tiny controls, but a welcome 6Sat04handy selfie-taking moveable screen. The rain had stopped as I got back to the nightmarishly untidy kitchen, and took a couple of shots of outside.

The first one on the left required me to bravely risk using the step ladder, so I could reach out far enough beyond the ridiculously wide window ledge, which can be seen with the raindrops on it, protruding and ruining my 6Sat05already below par shot with the hands shaking again. But, this nerve-damaging and killing Peripheral Neurosis, no, neuralgia, will always be with me. Humph! Ah, well!

I then went to the balcony to take this shot through the unreachable to clean, and finger strapping and flesh removing metal opening clips. That need to be pushed at the same time as being pulled to open. The one on the right is so stiff, after a couple of risky (INR blood level) cuts trying to open it to take pictures, I gave up and abandoned the dangerous idea forever. It can stay closed and uncleaned forever as far as I am concerned! Too risky! Ideal for old folks with their ageing ailments. The younger of us love their balconies. Those, no we, with physical disabilities, illnesses, and loss of mental abilities and our sanity, do not! Hahaha!

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B I spent many hours updating and making more errors, miss-typing, grammatical, and spelling than ever before. The time spent in correcting is getting farcical now! At one stage, I gave serious consideration to stopping and just giving up! It was as if the Axonotmesis knew, and the dancing stopped! But it was a ploy to get me to continue. Fifteen minutes later the dancing returned, this time with the shoulder joining it! Ah, well, at least the legs Hokey-Cokeying did not start.

Finally, I got the updating finished and posted off.

Then off to the Porcelain Throne. Back to the reluctant, bloody evacuation mode. I was so glad when I eventually succeeded. Haha! When all was done, and I was refreshed again. I had a moment of panic, and I have no idea why, but I had to check on the bus pass and bank card in the coat pocket? I went to the hallway, and all was okay. Phew! I noticed a letter had been posted, it was from the NHS again. From the Department of Pathology and Laboratory Medicine. An appointment is to be sent to me for a (Clinical) pathological condition assessment? I looked this up on the web, but am not a lot wiser as to who they are or what they do? Still, it’ll be some company for me. And someone to make laugh and smile, I hope. Haha!

7Sun38I set about getting Jocie’s meal cooked. I kept nipping on the computer to do some graphicalisationing, and back to Josie’s door to make sure she wanted the meal, but could not rouse her. Oh, dear! On my third try, the gal answered. She had been in the shower, and was more than ready for her meal!

This photo is one of the earlier meals, the shot I took of today’s smoked kipper in veg sauce with tomatoes and cheesy-potatoes, with fried onions, tomatoes and gherkins, was another of the ‘Into the Ether’ pictures! Humph!

I got it sorted and delivered it on the server wheeled-tray. Jocie’s eyes smiled as she looked at it, and that did me some good, I love helping when I can. Jocie was the only person in the whole of Winwood Heights, who called to see how I was when I got back home after the stroke. Bless her ♥. She was looking so much better today. I am so pleased to be of use, too!

I spent some more hours, starting this blog going; interspersed with varying modes of wee-wees having to be taken.

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B That humming noise was heard again. It seemed to be all around, and even with the hearing aids out, I couldn’t help but listen to it. It put a stop to my already limited concentration, and I got cooking my dinner. I suppose it could be the wind being in a particular direction? But maybe not, there were no gusts, and the noise was continuous.

WDA 200.0.06Sat07 Oh6Sat18b, ‘eck! Putting the chips in the oven, and the damned hand and arm started its Axonotmesis inspired dancing and jerking! Naturally, the tray was dropped, and with the door being open, the chips fell out and down into the less than hygienic opening to the floor underneath! I got down on the knees and retrieved them, at least I think all of them, and had to dish them in the bin, and start again!

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B The getting back up, was most trying and painful. I used the method as shown me by the nurses, but the agonising effort, still started off Anne Gyna, Back-Pain-Brenda, Duodenal Donald, and Arthur Itis! Consequently, my EQ told me the dropping and painful getting up from the floor, were two of three – things always come in threes! I wish I had listened! Aches, discomfort, pains, and feeling a right fool now!

6Sat18bWDA 200.0.0 By6Sat28 the time I’d got the fresh load of chips in the oven, I needed another wee-wee, this one was of the LHBLBWW (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting like Wee-Wee). I went to check on the chips, and foolishy thought they could do with some turning over… The ointment again bubbled on the skin after my applying it!

6Sat29I eventually got settled to eat the meal. The chips came out alright, tasty, in fact! A bit of a treat. Cheesy potatoes as well, with garden peas, tomatoes, dried-onions and a beef pasty. Followed by a lemon mousse. Half-way through, and Josie rang the door both of the door chimes. ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫. She was returning the cleaned cutlery and plate, bless her. She said how she loved it, and I was spoiling her! ♥ I returned to the £300, c1968, grotty-beige, antiquated,  third or fourth-hand recliner, to finish the meal.

Erm… an hour or so later, I found myself nibbling at some Cheesy Curls! Guilty Mode Adopted!

Anne Gyna stopped my getting to sleep early, and I put the TV on. When I did nod-off, I slept for… wait for it. Eight Hours! Amazing for me, I must have needed it?

Inchcock Today – Thurs 27 June 2019: A petulant, ill-natured, grouchy, cantankerous day! Humph!

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2019 June 25

Thursday 27th June 2019

Italian: Mercoledì 27 Giugno 2019

4Thu00102:00hrs. I woke with the mind filled with, what’s the most suitable word? Dread, I think! Fear of the long haul to town on the £2.30 bus trip and slog through town and up the fearsomely steep Standard Hill to the Audio Clinic, I think. Ah well! The note I’d left to remind me on the TV screen helped!

I was soon out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, grotty-beige, rickety-recliner. Intent on getting the updating done to the diary before having to go out. The thought of the medications being delivered while I was not in, with my only having one beta-blocker tablet left! Meaning I will have to go to the doctors after the Audio Clinic, to find out what’s what. This didn’t help me get much peace of mind.

I got the hand-washing done, just a t-shirt and a pair of bamboo socks. Took the medications, did the health checks, and made a brew.

Straight on with the updating. The axonotmesis-driven electricityfied-dancing in the fingers, hands, arm, and shoulder, were not too bad first thing, Phew! So progress was reasonable this time with the blog. I got the job done and posted.

Made a start on this blog (between wee-weeing). Checked the bus times on Google, then got the ablutions tended to, as it was now gone 06:00hrs! All done and dusted, cutlessly, too!

I made up two waste sacks and took them down and out with me to the caretaker’s door, as it was only 07:12hrs, and too early to sue the chute yet. There was no time for photographicalisationing this morning, or I might miss the number 40 bus. I’d got it all planned out (I think I might have thought this before, Humph). The right bus fare in my pocket knew the times of the bus, I had 14 minutes to get to the stop. I arrived with for minutes to spare. Smug-Mode-Adopted.

4Thu02WD 200.0.0 It was a struggle on this bus to town. So many people were getting on, the trolly in the way, folks treading on and into me. I was so glad when we got into town, and I could get off of the bus last, as usual. I hobbled down Queen Street into Slab Square. I avoided a collision with a Nottinghamian Pavement cyclist as I got there.  I was just about to take a photo of the two coffee robbers across the square. Came out a bit blurred, though.

4Thu03 Crossing the square to get to the Poundland Store (surely this time they will have some large Pork Farms pies or Payne’s chocolate Brazil misshapes in stock?). But no, they didn’t. However, I invested in: black bags, bleach, drain unblocker, cans of chilli-con-carne, an egg & bacon sandwich, and some more Ginsters beef pasty’s. The lady at the self-serve tills put them through for me and packed my bags. 4Thu04What an angel! As I left the store, some pigeons came down, the instant I dropped some nuts on the floor as I was taking the bag out of my pocket. There were not many left, but I lost them all! Still, the dickies benefited. Maybe they have learned that the bags can be dodgy from the Poundland shop, and other people have done the same? Haha!

4Thu05I then carried out the plan, being as I had time if I didn’t take too long over it, to walk along and up Hounds Gate, and taking pictures along the way up.

I plan to make a post of these, with some funny comments, and get it posted off later, before updating this blog. Which I did! Which I did.

Hounds Gate Humour I hope you like it.

4Thu07I turned right at the end of Hounds Gate, up Maid Marion way, previously known, when I worked at Tesco on the road, as Granby Street.

WD 200.0.0 Getting over the traffic light crossing, at the junction with Friar Lane had its moments, I can tell you! I wasn’t (not that I ever do nowadays, going quickly) and needed time set the three-wheeled trolley guide down on a different level, the moved… the cross-lights were on green, and a naughty taxi shot around the corner! Tsk! Naughty!

I walked an alternate way to the Audio Clinic today, up Friar Lane, then Standard Hill, so I could take some photos of the Castle. I was amazed to see they were still working on it.

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4Thu10WD 200.0.0 Then I hobbled up Standard Hil, again, I was threatened by an ignorant, uncaring, supercilious, cyclist. A self-asserting, insolent, toploftical, mocking, unlawful, sneering, huffish, nasty, overweening, pompous, discourteous and unhospitable, none-tax paying and uninsured, but handsome looking young Nottinghamian Pavement cyclist.

Near St James Terrace, I looked down at the view of the town and recalled this was where the last series of Boon was made. Just a thought!

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4Thu06To the end of Postern Street and left up to the top of Park Row, and on to the Ropewalk. A builder’s vehicle at the top, had me beat as to what it could be? Caterpillar tracks it had on it? Perhaps it is to get the wax out of me right ear-hole? Don’t know why I said that; it isn’t even funny. Am I losing it again?

I got in the clinic, and the chap who spoke to me about the appointment yesterday greeted me a shake come nod of the head, no words, mind. It dawned on later him that he’d seen me before. I gave him my appointment book, and he spoke (Yes!) He said; “I thought I recognised your limp!” I had to smile! Hehehe!

Within minutes a nurse, no, an audiologist, came and collected me and took me in her treatment room. A pleasant lady. She rechecked my ears for wax. And asked if I thought the ears (hearing) had got any worse since the stroke? I said not. The test was carried out, and there was no need for any changes. I mentioned the other lady who told me I need new inserts to stop the shrill-squealing. She said not so, all it required was the wax removing. If it builds up again, please call us and arrange for it be removed.

I departed after thanking her4Thu13.

Now the new replacement worry was the medications and having only one beta-blocker left at home. So off to the Doctors again to beg and plead for some help (again).

Down Standard Hill, across Maid Marion Way and along Upper Parliament Street to the bus stops where I can catch a bus to the surgery.

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I caught a number 58 bus, and boy was that packed with passengers as well! (although compared the one I got later on, from Carrington to Sherwood, it was almost empty!)

I alighted in Carrington and limped over the road and up to the Sherringham Park Medical Surgery, and spoke with the receptionist, hoping she could advise me. She got a list of my medications out from a draw and was confused herself as to why I had had them delivered from the chemist yet. They had the date of Monday 1 July as the next delivery date? But I was short on supplies. And only the one Bisoprolol beta-blocker left. For the first time in my life, I lost it a little!

WD 200.0.0 I suppose I’d got myself all worked up and said just what I felt.  I moaned about why it is a secret what day my medications when to be delivered? Told them I am fed up with not getting any help from the chemist and the surgery! Not the ladies fault I know, she did the best she could, and asked if I wanted to see the Doctor? It would be a long wait, but… I thanked her and accepted.

WD 200.0.0 Now, I even more fuming, I sat in the other waiting room. By the time the Doctor got the time to see me, I was still concerned about things, but was back to my regular timid, shy, self! When Dr Vindla called me in, I explained my frustrations and confusions, plus the beta-blocker situation, and she called the chemist and spoke with someone. She said go home, and the prescriptions will be delivered this afternoon.

WD 200.0.0 4Thu17My EQ warned me that this may not be the case! However, I thanked her and left to go home as instructed.

I walked down the road and over at the Pelican lights and waited for a bus back to Sherwood. When it arrived, on the journey, I was battered and bruised from the mauling I had taken from cram-packed passengers on the short trip. Now I was all niggly again!

4Thu18I walked down to the crossing and over the road, almost spitting with frustration! (If only I’d known what was to come yet, I wouldn’t have bothered!)

I went in the Co-op store and got a pod peas and some tomatoes.

4Thu19I got up to the Wilko store and got some clothes-freshener and granules. And liquid soap flakes, plus a bag.

WD 200.0.0 When I got to the bus stop at the top of the hill, Jenny’s Frank joined me in the shelter. We were having a great chinwag. As the bus arrived, I could not find the bus pass! This really irked me, I had it earlier. Frank said he saw it in my hand before, Tsk! Niggly-time again!

WD 200.0.0 I kept looking en route without any luck! At the bus stop, when I arrived at the flats, going through the pockets. No luck!

I got in the apartment, what a mood I was in! Searched for ages, before I found the bus pass – I was so relieved! Phew!

I put the things away, and got on with doing the extra blog about ‘Hounds Gate’. Of course, the fingers and shoulder started dancing. Life be right codswallop at times!

Then, I updated this post. It took me ages, as the fingers were worse than ever now! It got to well before my usual head down time. But as the medications might be coming, I pressed on with the blogging, to make sure I stayed awake and did not nod-off!

WD 200.0.0 I got evening med’s ready and made about the fifth mug of tea, and the landline rang (This being about 1830hrs!) It was the chemist checking on where I lived and how to get in the flats! He knows I go to sleep early, I’ve told him often enough. Niggle-Time again! Told him, and carried on with the updating. He’s on his way at last.

WD 200.0.0 I thought I’d do the hand washing, but there was no hot water again! I must remember to report it in the morning.

Ah, the prescription pots and medicines arrived! The owner of Carrington Pharmacy, Deepak, brought the goods. I wish he would have shown me how the packs work, 4Thu25though. 1855hrs: I thanked him, he’s a decent chap.

I put away the medications and got with sorting the belated meal. I was all in now, so tired. But wanted to stay awake for the England Ladies match against Norway.

By the time the meal was ready for consumption, the match was starting on the TV. So, down in the £300 second-hand, rickety, c1968, tatty gungy-beige recliner, tray on my lap and a feast of fodder and fine football followed!

WD 200.0.0 Although some of the food did get spilt into my naked lap, which made me jump at tad when England scored after three minutes!

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Of course, I was tickled pink. But if they are to get to and win the final, it means taking on not only the gifted French girls; but FIFA, the crooked, bent VAR controllers, back-hander referees and European hatred and jealousy for Brexiting England!

In the unlikely event that they meet in the final, despite all of untrustworthy, amoral, cheating, lying, guileful, dishonourable, recreant, sneaky, unctuous, Pecksniffian, unjust, and Janus-Faced, FIFA’s efforts (Just ask any Croatian for proof), and England win. Would someone be kind enough to call the 999 number for me and send someone to help me with the shock-induced heart-attack and second stroke I will be having, thank you? Hehehe!

But I still live in hope, although possibly vain hope – but fear that FIFA will fluff and f____ up any possible festivites for anyone but the freebooting foul French fiddlers. The American team now have to face the fiddling bent French tomorrow. I fear that FIFA will again find a way to ensure victory for France. Just you watch, for VAR cons, yellow cards and false penalties. If America does win, and I would love them too, then they will meet England, and I don’t think I could stand to watch that match. I’d be torn apart.

At least I stayed awake for all of the match… well, I say all, there was a couple of two-minute nod-offs. When the game ended, I remember thinking that the excitement was going to keep me from nodding-off… as I fell asleep!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 29th May 2019: Busy day, yet little done!

May 29

2019 May 26

Wednesday 29th May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 29 Mai 2019

03:45hrs: I woke with some kind of galvanisation of the mind! Suddenly I was in the mood to excogitate things and events around me. The brain and body seemed more alive today!

I soon realised that I had had a fantastic sleep. Last night I drifted off to sleep almost straight away. I woke up three hours later for a wee-wee, and got back down again, and blessedly slept for another six hours! Around 540 minutes! Sounds a lot more this way, Hehe!

When I woke again, in need of another wee-wee, I felt like this, as if I’d taken a drug or something, and felt as if I could face anything today! Perspicaciousness was visiting me it seemed, anyway. Why and how remains an abditive.

I began to think through the needs of the day, using logic, oh, yes! But was interrupted by the need for another wee-wee. The EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) was utilised. Again of the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) variety. During which, a summoning from the innards, for a Porcelain Throne visit arrived. So, off I limped to the wet room. I realised that I had stupidly not taken the Ankle-Support-Strapping off last night. But then again, I did nod-off and get some delightsome sleep in, so on balance, I got a better bargain for once.

Then things all changed. My outlook, hopes, and confidence all took an instant beating, and the earlier optimism faded away into the ether.

WD 0.31.0 GC blue f03The evacuation was no more bothersome than the last, perhaps a little easier indeed. But, as I standing-up, the right leg went into one of its Hokey-Cokey jumping sessions. While this caused no physical injuries whatsoever; I did manage to knock just about everything off of one of the floor cabinet. Toilet rolls (One of which plopped straight into the WC!), a jar of Cetraben, a tube of Savlon cream, a fresh air spray, a kitchen towel and a pack off PP’s. There was probably more stuff. Picking it up, I got myself more and more wound up! Gruffunbotherations!

3Wed001WD 0.31.0 There would be no showering today. With my leaving on the Ankle-Supports, I just left them on, socks as well. But I’ll have to get a shower this afternoon, somehow. A quick shot of the legs revealed their usual pale whiteness and anaemic appearance. Also, some more fluid retention. I dare not take any Furesomides without the Doctors say so, though.

I was calming down a bit now, I’d let the 3Wed01Accifauxpa with the dancing leg get to me.

I eventually got around to doing the health checks and sorting the medications out. The readings all seemed fair enough to me.

Took the medicines with some spring water, then I made another mug of tea, the 99 Co-op one this time.

3Wed06Got the computer going, and checked that I had put the dentist appointment on the calendar.

WD 0.31.0 However, I had put it on (Although I was not sure and did have the foggiest of how I did it), and could not get the original default view back to the weekly view afterwards for love nor money. I still don’t know how I did it, but it went back anyway. Phwert, what a schlemiel!

WD 0.31.0 As I went on the WordPress Reader, the fingers became electrified again, and started to shake, every time the ends touched anything, and lost feeling at the same time. So, typing and CorelDrawing was damned hard work. More time was spent correcting mistakes than the actual typing. Grumph!

What had started as a surprisingly hopeful day, was turning into a frustrating day.

I made a stumbling, annoyingly messy start to the Tuesday blog updating. Persistence paid off, and I got it finished, with naively hoping there were not too many errors in it and sent off to WordPress.

3Wed05a1WD 0.31.0 I went to have a stand-up wash before the Morrison delivery arrived. I had a toe-stubbing again against the leg of the toilet-riser. It’s incredible how painful this was! Of course, the untreated corns and callous suffered as well!

The Morrison man came and, I let him in. A biggish order this week.

3Wed05a1aI thanked him and soon had the fridge and freezer fully restocked with various delights to meet my coenaculous nature and phagomania. I even bought a sweet & sour ready-made meal amongst the picking, and the treat of the month, or longer, some Boczek cooked bacon!

The following happening, I felt like could have been a scene from Red Dwarf, Only Fools & Horses, or a Faulty Towers comedy!

WD 0.31.0 3Wed08I was going to get the chestnut mushrooms in the crock-pot.

As I lifted the pot out of the cooker, a flash emitted! And it was not connected, well, the power was turned off!

I picked up the whole contraption, and two of the three legs came out and shattered on the floor! I decided it had to go! And threw it in the bin. Luckily, I had another one in the spare room, that I abandoned a couple of years ago, but cannot remember why I did so?

3Wed10The thing slipped from my limited grasp as I took it to the black bag bin. I gladly photographed it, picked it up, and got it in the bag. I went and got the other one, washed it, and set it up. Sliced the somewhat jaded looking mushrooms that Morrison had just delivered, and got them in the new cooker. With distilled vinegar and basil, on a low setting.

The mystery of the slow-cooker flashing and dying will remain with me a while yet. Frit me that did! Hehe!

A fair bit of banging and drilling going on somewhere today. The fire sprinkler installation, I assume.

3Wed04Sister Jane rang about the Evening Post printing about Winwood Heights. I see they choose not to show it in its usual disorganised, no available footpath mode. Winwood Heights Article link.

The view outside was worthy of a photographicalisation before we lose the shadows.

Virgin Internet went down Again! I can’t save anything. Publish owt… Oh, it’s so frustrating! As if it wasn’t bad enough with the shaking fingers. I may have to consider packing in the blog. The last thing I want to do, though, but it is getting such hard work. No, I can’t see myself doing that yet. As the leg and shaking get worse, I’ll have to review the situation, I suppose. (Depressed At The Very Thought Mode Adopted()

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Ah, the internet is back on, damned slow, but it’s going.

Then after I’d posted the diary off, for some reason when I got up today’s post, the formatting had gone all to pot. WordPress’s turn to piss me off! No space between paragraphs and a different font altogether? I turned off and back on again, and it was the same. The other blog template was okay? I had to bin it and start again, then everything seemed alright with the new one?

Why is it that this Wednesday is so hostile to me? Antagonistic, unkind, inhospitable, inimical, and adversarial toward me? What have I done to deserve such an oppugnant day? Will things improve, will the shaking stop? Silly questions, the answer is in the hands of anyone but me! Feeling sorry-for-myself-mode engaged!

I got on with this blog at last. The day is flying and not a lot achieved.

Waleska, the INR Nurse, arrived,  to take the blood. She was on a tight schedule but managed to have a few words not connected with medial matters. Which was nice. She couldn’t stay long and had to move on shortly, bless her ♥.

The afternoon already, and tiredness was taking its toll on me. No blue egg tried either. Hehe!

3Wed12aaI took some bags down to the mobile phonist’s… I mean, caretaker’s door. Got the oven on for some sausages, and plan to have them with a blue egg and baked beans? In the end, I had a tin of vegetable sausages and beans with the mushrooms and a blue egg. Overall, a taste rating of 7.5/10. The blue eggs were a little bland tasting,

I shan’t buy them again.

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Not for long this time, but annoying. Thank’s Mr Fries!

I gave up on it and got my head down. But it was a pointless effort, the brain filled with worries, fears, and failures from the past again.

So, I took off the Ankle-Support and washed it, along with a jumper and pair of bamboo socks.

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I tried again to get some sleep but lie there with the brain reactivated in self-destruct mode.

3Wed12bGot up for one of the SSWWs. The bucket was now again, half-full already!

I got down again, gone midnight already, Tsk!

The legs seemed to have gone down a bit, fluid retention-wise. But they remain deathly pale.

I unexpectedly drifted off, and I woke at 03:40hrs after three and a bit hours. In desperate need of a wee-wee. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 22nd May 2019: Another busy day. Four nurses and Caroline called to help me. Nice! ♥

May 20

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Wednesday 22nd May 2019

Scots Gaelic: Diciadain 22 Cèitean 2019

WD68-54-45 Sleep? Morpheus? Rest? What’s that then? Grumblemoanweedoffandtired!

03:00hrs: I decided to stir my humongous torso from the warm-clutches of the £300, second-hand, c1968, dowdy-beige, rattling recliner. Other than the right leg and arm shaking a touch, and the feet, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both in a good mood with me. I rose and was getting my balance when an urgent wee-wee was required. A few paces to the part-filled overnight EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) and topped it up a little. Haha! Only the littlest bit, for it, was another of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) category. Still no signs of any activity in the Porcelain Throne department, although, there were a few involuntary silent, nefastous, pongy minuscule escapages of wind coming from the rear-end occasionally this morning. Could today be the day of a movement? Or, not.

I went to get the morning health checks, and medications tended to, moving the remote control onto the Ottoman – but dropped it on the floor. A mug of cold tea slipped through my fingers, splashed the glasses (spectacles),  and dropped them while cleaning them. Made a mug of tea, and the milk bottle cap shot out the shaking-electrified right hand – I still haven’t found it yet! Then, to top off the pathetic performance, I lost a few tablets taking them out of the blister packs.

3Wed01aI took a picture through the unwanted, thick-framed, multi-glass needing to be cleaned; and I cannot even reach some of them. Light and View-blocking kitchen window.

Then straight on with updating yesterday’s Inchcock. I don’t think I was making as many mistakes on the keyboard today, despite the shaking hand and electrified fingers. I finally got the blog finished and posted off.

WD68-54-45 During the updating of the Inchcock Today, I had five SSPWWs, and each time the colour was slightly different. Eventually turning from deep yellow; to a sort of pale brown, now. Well, it helps keep you from being bored. Hehe!

WD68-54-45 The ablutions were sorted out. Teggies, shave… all done, and then the Porcelain Throne was used!

I shan’t go into too much detail, but it was hard-work and somewhat uncomfortable. The evacuated product was almost black, lots of solid pieces. The blood flowed, I think from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, so some cream was applied after a sanitisationing session. Hehe! 

3Wed001The legs were looking a little worn and white, almost anaemic! Warped and pasty! Right Ankle without the strap on, all twisted outwards. Hehe!

Misshaped, knotty, one fat one thin. The knees may have looked a little less scary.

Not very healthy at all.

No wonder I’m not feeling very well this morning.

3Wed04I did some hand washing, socks and a couple of long sleeve tops. Hung the tops up on the shower rail in the wet room to dry. Socks on the warm airer.

I think that the strategy was not a good one, the shirt-tops do not seem to be drying at all. A change of ploy might be needed later on in the day if things? 

Made a start on Today’s Inchcock. But didn’t get far before the Morrison delivery arrived, around 07:20hours or so. Included amongst the purchases were some black bean & 3Wed05a1achicken meals with egg rice. They were on offer at 3 for £6.

I’d got a lot of stuff at this time. But I think I needed everything I bought.

The carer Jay arrived. He soon had the Ankle-Support fitted and told me that the carer service will shortly be costing me. I asked him how much, he said he’d try to find out for his next visit and would have a word with his boss to see if a cheaper (yet he didn’t know how much it would be earlier?) or a free service might just be available from volunteers. I thanked him, and he was off.

3Wed05a1The sun came out momentarily, and I grabbed the camera, but it had gone in by the time I took this picture. 

Caroline from the Stroke Support arrived and got to work helping with advice on getting to sleep. The phlebotomy nurse came to take the blood for the Warfarin INR test. Which she soon did, and departed in some haste. I thanked her.

Caroline carried out a sleeping questionnaire with me. Then she did another Q&A form.

She recognised that I was tired and not in my best form. The bus trip with the trolley was cancelled, and we had a little walk outside by the tree copse with the four-wheeled-trolley. I took some recycle-bottles and jars out with us and dropped them in the appropriate bin.

I enjoyed the hobble so much. Caroline even told me the names of some flowers. SHe kindly picked some and put them in my coat front pocket. The weather was warm and hardly any wind, and as I said, the walk was appreciated from Caroline, bless her. ♥

3Wed06Hobbled back with the new four-wheeled stroller to the apartment, and Caroline took a photograph of me with the flowers she had plucked for me, in my pocket. That was so nice! ♥

Don’t I look, anaemic, etiolated, anaemic, grey, pasty-faced, waxen, weak, drained, ghostly, infirm, sallow, deathly and enervated? You don’t have to agree. Hahaha!

She then called the St Anns Valley Medical Centre and discovered that they have a Nail Cutting Service available, starting on Mondays at 10:00hrs. 

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I’m not sure if they will be open on Monday next, cause it is a Bank Holiday… again!

The intercom rang again after Caroline had left. It was the Stroke Teams Physiotherapist, Charlene. This is the first time she had visited. By gum, she put me through some tough exercises. Haha! We managed a chinwag in between the agonising exercises. Hehe! She said she would ring me with the next appointment, thanked her and off she trotted.

Back to the computer, and the intercom rang again. When they arrived at the door, it was two heart nurses. They were after Audrie, it turned out she is at Winchester, not Woodthorpe Court.

3Wed07Got the meal cooking, hope it comes out alright. 

Took a snap of the wildflowers, and put them in a tub of water. Bootiful!

Got the nosh sorted out. A ready meal. Chicken in black bean sauce with Special egg fried rice. I’ve got two more (Three for £6 Special offer), to 3Wed28use on Saturday, if Josie likes black bean sauce and chicken, of course. I must ask her tomorrow. I added some extra bean sauce and some tomatoes. I ate most of it, and all of the tasty baguette!

Blooming busy day today!

Found a letter delivered. From the Division of Clinical Neuroscience! Confirming the appointment for Friday 24th at 10:00hrs. For cognitive tests, a questionnaire and a blood test. Another busy day is coming up! Is there no rest to be had? Life in my later years seems filled with habeas corpora, hassle and medicationalistical mayhem! Not to mention my losing it mentally, Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Tues 21 May 2019: A messy day – legs going all warped, dropping things, feeling… Well, never mind. TTFN

May 22

2019 Stroke 3

Tuesday 21st May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 21 Mai 2019

03:15hrs: When I woke this morning, things felt comfortabler, and life appeared and felt a little rosier. And, I could still taste last night’s Cheesy Potato on my palette. Hehe! 

WD 255.0.0 But my earlier bright outlook was dampened as soon as I moved my limbs. The fingers ends were shaking when coming into contact with anything, (this did not happen at all yesterday) had returned. Moving the remote control, pen and putting the torch on the Ottoman, resulted in my dropping each one!

I got out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, uneasy on the eye grotty-beige, rickety recliner with relative ease. But bending down to retrieve the dropped items was not easy. Humph!  This caused my temperament to be obrumpent with frustration, after seconds earlier, feeling so… what are the words? ‘Optimistic, that things were improving.’ Ah, well!

WD 255.0.0 I needed to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and what a wee-wee came forth, of the LBHPWW (Long-Blasting-Hosepipelike-Wee-wee) variety of old! All over in a few seconds, but by gum there was a lot released in a hurry. Hehe! Changed colour too, a deepish orange today. (Well, it creates a bit of interest!) I cleaned the EGPWWB, rinsed, and made a brew of tea.

As I got the computer on, another wee-wee demand arrived, and off to the wet room for this one. Well, well, back to the SWWW (Short-Weak-Wee-wee) mode. But the colour remained orangeish. Washed and back to the computer.

I checked the Google calendar. Had to update the Carer calling times from 07:00>08:00hrs to 07:00> 09:00hrs. Add the Morrison Delivery and the next Stroke Team call. Then added the Audi clinic appointment for June!

Typing is more than a drudge and somewhat frustrating. The jumping fingers are making more and more corrections necessary. Causing adscititious hassle. Kine-Ahora!

2Tue01I went to make another brew of tea to replace the one that went cold. As I was about to take a photo of the view through the unwanted, extra glass to be cleaned and I can’t reach to do so, thick-framed, light & view-blocking new kitchen window, that needs the use of the step ladders to see anything below to photograph; and a crow flew into view. I got back on the computer and emailed the picture to the TFZ’s Lona. It’s not very big in the piccy, but she does love them, crows. An English bird for her. X

Knocking noises aplenty from up above.

08:00hrs: Carer Jay arrived. He soon had the Ankle-Support strapping on for me and was shortly off on his way.

WD 255.0.0 I started to finalise the Monday diary. A real hassle with the right-hand fingers being so jerky. Almost looked like I was having an electric shock. The right leg is sometimes almost stamping the foot on it own accord at times? After a week or two, (Joking!) I got it finished and posted. Hahaha! Only three wee-wees during the hours of my doing the diary, all of the SWWW variety.

2Tue07No signs of any interest from innards to use the Porcelain  Throne. Odd, this is!

I got some bobble caps and bamboo socks washed in the liquid soap powder.

WD 255.0.0 Quick change of subject here – I found the missing not working new hearing aids! They were in the white porcelain crock-pot in the picture at the back.

A 2Tue06natural place to look for them, but I didn’t on the earlier searches. Hehe!

Getting them dry is going to be a problem. I went down to the laundry room, but both dryers were in use.

So back up, and got them on the slow-airer-dryer thingy. I need to keep going and moving the clothes around to share what heat there was available. Tsk!

Knocking noises aplenty from up above.

Next, I got a good scrub up, shave, shower, etc. After the shave and teggies, I realised how bad the floor was in the wet room. So I got the mop out and gave it as good clean as I could. No Whoopsiedangleplops! Then got the shower.

The legs were not a pretty sight. Haha! Deep Vein Thrombosis, the cause?

2Tue03

2Tue05The knocking noises keep sounding on and off as I moved the clothes around and made a brew. It might be some noisy repair work going on.

I took a snap of the view from the unwanted, unliked, trouble bringing dangerous new kitchen windows.

Sister Jane rang, and I thought someone was knocking at the door and rang off. But it from up above again. Hehe! I rang her back to finish the chinwag so she could tell me of the stuff the Doctor had given for her eyes. The problem is called Blepharitis, I looked it up on Google and emailed the results to her. Hope it works out alright for her.

2Tue09WD 255.0.0 Moved the togs around the airer again. With the shaking hands, the things kept getting shaken and knocked off, and I ended up using some naughty language as I annoyed myself. Humph!

WD 255.0.0 Still there were no signs of any Porcelain Throne needs. But, the innards are beginning to feel somewhat bloated. Oh, dearie me!

Knocking noises aplenty from up above.

Caroline and Sonia from the Stroke rehabilitation arrived. A how-to-get-up-after-a-fall lesson was given. The leg was still shaking occasionally, but no problem. Caroline tried to call the foot lady for me. No connection? She will try again later, and let me know what’s what on Wednesday, bless her cotton socks.

Sonia off for two weeks for the kids holiday. Caroline is calling in the morning. The sweet INR blobotaminist, phlebotomist blood nurse, is calling tomorrow as well. She rang after the girls had gone, to confirm her appointment with me.

2Tue10aI got the nosh started.

Black beans with peppers and beef in the saucepan, balsamic vinegar, extra gravy, tomatoes and some chips on the oven. And some Polish sourdough bread thawed out from the freezer.

WD 255.0.0 I didn’t eat it all, the ever-changing appetite had gone back to the less-hungry mode. Although I started off, feeling peckish, this deteriorated to a ‘Not-Really-Bothered’ style. Huh! However, it was not the best tasting of noshes I’ve made, so it’s understandable.

2Tue10The washing up afterwards was a long session.

WD 255.0.0 No cuts, but I managed to drop the saucepan, big spoon and dining spoon while doing the pots. Got down to clean the floor afterwards, and amazingly I got up almost without any bother, although it took me a long time to do so. Hehehe!

I had to stay awake for when the Chemist brought the prescriptions for the Atorvastatin and the proton pump inhibitor, Lansoprazole. (Yes, I looked it up, Haha!)

WD 255.0.0 I failed to remain conscious and fell asleep. Luckily the headphones were not worn, and I heard, even without the knackered hearing aid in, the intercom ringing when he arrived. Javid did not look very happy, so I tried to cheer him up with a few quick quips, and a dimple-smile – which failed. Humph! Thanked him and added the medications to the evening dose pot, and imbibed them all.

WD 255.0.0 I got back down in the shaky, beyond its best, £300 second-hand, rickety, c1968, gungy-beige recliner. But sleep would not come. I suppose, with the lack of being able to get out and about having lasted for so long, I should not be surprised really. I hope to get out with the four-wheeled-trolley tomorrow with Caroline. I’ll ask her if it is possible for me to keep both aids, the three and the four-wheeled, so I can use the three-wheeler for going on the bus, and the four-wheeler for walking? I’ll see if I can muster up the cheek to ask Caroline.

It was ages before I nodded-off, which unfortunately gave the mind time to fret over anything and everything. Glumph!

TTFN each, have a great day folks!