Arthur Itis – Page 77

Inchcock – Wednesday 1st March 2017: Losing the Lethargy lately

Wednesday 29th February 2017

Bosnian: Srijeda 29. februar, 2017

Bright-eyed and bushy tailed, psyched up and feeling uncommonly alert was how I sprang awake at 0300hrs, from the last of the nod-offs I’d been through. For some reason, I could not get to sleep last night until gone midnight again? Then spent many periods of sleep with a duration of minutes and am sure I dreamt each time. However, not like the one’s I have been having, not so bad this time. I even reckon some romance was in there, but disappointingly cannot recall much actual detail, other than I was in Australia during one dream and rolling down a road with a lady in the car by my side… oh yes! Hehe! Better not mention what happened, it might get me too excited and Anne Gyna is already giving me grief from the moment I woke up – I think the dreams were to blame? Hahaha!

I dismounted the working well this morning £300 second-hand recliner chair and made my way to the porcelain room. No bleeding from anywhere, a nice change that and very welcome.

Carried out the first Health Checks without any hiatus.

Worrying this. A certain ambivalence mingled with my thoughts on life, as I made a mug of nice strong Thompson’s tea and took the medications.

The depression seemed to have eased a little this morning as I got some emails and comments of a kind and supportive nature. I’m certainly not feeling insouciant, but definitely better than of late, no doubt. I just hope to avoid the blackness returning via accidents, Whoopsidangleplops or cruel words.

Computer activated and finalised and posted yesterday’s diary off. A quick return to the porcelain was demanded, and this concerned me just a little… I wish the innards would pick either the Trots or Blockage route to take and make it’s mind up and stick with one or the other! Hehehe!

Started this page and then did some Facebooking.

Hopefully, next week I can get back to attending the Windwood Tenants Centre Social Hour on Thursdays again. Everything seems to have prevented me these last few weeks.

Week one: The clinic changed my appointment to the Thursday
Week Two: Nottingham City Homes arranged a Tenant’s interview for the Thursday
Week Three: Nottingham City Homes Maintenance arranged to call on the Thursday between 0800>1200hrs so I could not go again. The actually arrived at midnight, woke me up and said they would return twixt on Friday 0800hrs > 1200hrs, but didn’t, still no one has called or attended.
Week Four: Things were all at ‘Go Mode’ for this meeting: Until the Bank Manager arranged a meeting with me for… Yes, You’ve guessed it, Thursday, and at 1000hrs (The time the Winwood meeting should start) and the meeting will take he said about Two and a half hours! Humph!

I realise that I cannot be considered a lucky person – but this is getting ridiculous! I’ll take some raffle prizes and nibbles down for them on my way to the bank and drop them off. Wonder if they remember me? Haha!

The Morrison’s food delivery is due anytime now.

I had a go at cleaning the cooker hobs. Took me over an hour, trying different scourers and cleaners and I was most unsatisfied with the results, although they might have ended up just a bit cleaner than when I started. Tsk!

Not very good at all. I suppose I’ll have to get a professional in to clean them and the oven?

The food’s arrived, one substitute, all there okay.

Next back to the computing and wait for the pretend lady cleaners to arrive.

They came and pretended, but we had a good natter and laugh.

Phoned Olive to say I’ll call again after she’s had lunch to ask if I can visit her.

Visited Olive. She was in a reasonable condition considering her upcoming operations, a wonderfully coping woman. She even gave me some questions to ask the bank man in the morning, bless her. We chatted about her younger days and after a kiss, I departed to attend the porcelain back at number 72, feeling uplifted at Olive’s spirit and beauty.

The porcelain session revealed no blood from anywhere, further uplifting news for the Nottingham Pensioner.

I emailed Sister Jane about Friday when we arranged for me to meet her in town, and I agreed to see her at her bus stop at 1445hrs. Doesn’t give us much time other than a quick hug and my handing over the pressies and nibbles and say out farewells, before I have to catch the last L9 bus back home 15 minutes later, but it’ll be nice to see her.

I got the meal going and read a bit of the Top Gear book.

The fodder was a bit of a mixed bag success and taste-wise. The tomatoes were bitter and could not be eaten, the pea-rice was okay, the apples too. The vegetarian sausages were nice and the Lasagne disappointing.

Best I can give this effort is 7/10, shame.

Got the goggle-box on and ate what I could of this poor effort. Washed the things up.

Stayed awake to watch two hours or so of Law & Order, before drifting off into slumber.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 28th February 2017: Got out and about, but Anne Gyna didn’t like it, Tsk!

Tuesday 28th February 2017

Swahili: Jumanne Februari 28, 2017

Having got through the night of horrendous dreams, rooftop chases, falling in the canal, underground caves, being chased in sewers, decapitated by Roman soldiers… I’m sure there were many more events that took place in my slumbers, but these ones I can recall. I think I woke up feeling wearier than I went to sleep.

0300hrs: The £300 second-hand recliner chair grumblingly and jerkily allowed me out of it to get to the porcelain. Where the news was good. No bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold or Little Inchy. Reflux Roger was not too good, but Duodenal Daniel, Anne Gyna and Harry Hernia no bother much at all. Arthur Itis his usual self with the knees and ankles, just a bit annoyed with the hands and fingers. Overall, a great start to the day! Fingers crossed (Painfully thanks to Arthur. [Hehehe!]) Carried out the first of the health checks, all looked good.

Got the laundry stuff collected and down to the laundry room. Got the washer going and back up to the flat. Computer turned on and finished yesterday’s diary and posted it off.

Did the top photo and made a start on this one. Time to go down to move the laundry into the dryer. (0330ish) This I did, then back to the computer and worked on this diary and updated the Excel Health Check Sheet.

A final trip down to the laundry room to collect the gear and clean it up. On the way down and throughout these activities, I found myself mentally having a self-critical panegyrical discussion. Boy did I perorate with myself, no summing up or conclusions were arrived at, though. In those few minutes going down in the lift, I think I analysed and repeatedly refuted my rights to sanity? Weird that?

I retrieved the dried clothes into the bag, washed the filter and wiped around.

All done around 0415hrs or so, and back up to the flat.

Put the clobber away and made another cuppa and took the medications and creamed the areas of my masculine, the flaccid body that needed the attentions of the creams and lotions. Haha!

Back on the computer.

Decided to go out later and get some fodder in after I go to the clinic. Must make a list of things to take with me, I’ll do it now… Done it.

Ablutions were done I wrapped up well and set off for the Clinic. I forgot to take the request for new pads with me, but at least it was only one thing I forgot to take with me today… I hoped, Hehe!

I rang Warden Dean to see if I could talk with her about the meeting with the bank on Thursday, but could not get through – Try again later it said. Maybe I dialled the wrong number?

Caught the 40 bus straight to the clinic and was in and out in half an hour. A Dr Dragomir Vladimirescu, (I think) along with a nurse and several students, did the checks in no time and declared that surgery should not be expected now as things were healing so well, but to anticipate the odd bleeding sessions in times of stress? Stress, I thought, what does that mean? I asked him. Nighttime erections he said? (Oh?)

As I came out of the building to get the bus, both hearing aids bleeped to indicate they needed changing. So, bus back to the flat and changed them, luckily it timed well with the L9 to City Bound bus’s arrival, and I caught that into the Slab Square. Chinwag with a few tenants appreciated.

I had a walk around the City Centre (And I mean walk, not hobble, as Arthur Itis was being kind to me today, bless him) and ended up at M&S’s Foodhall, feeling a bit of sorrow for the Big Issue selling bloke at the entrance and handed him a bit of cash.

Spent far too much, I blame Marks & Spencers for selling Sour Dough bread, Best Beef Steak Lasagnes, leeks, swedes, Lemon Swiss Rolls and Lamb Moussaka. Never had this before, but it looks similar to Lasagne, so I should like it I hope.

I noticed when packing the things I’d bought, into the bags at the check-out, that this, as well as the lasagne, had three red warnings on the content label thingamajig on the box label. Oh, dear? Plenty of life on them all, well, four days.

I caught a bus, (oh I do love my free pensioner’s bus pass) into Arnold and called in to get some roast cooked belly pork slices. Popped into Fulton Food Stores and got four small jars of Silverskin Onions in pickled vinegar for only £1, bargain there I thought!

Went to catch the L9 bus back to the flats, but it did not arrive? Whilst waiting at the bus stop, Anne Gyna started off giving me bother, rather badly bless her. I caught a bus into the City Centre, then the L9 from Queen Street back to the flats. Got in and took some extra Codeine Phosphate. The Morphine Sulphate would have been a lot better, Anne Gyna seemed to be persisting so they have taken me off of this, in preparation for the operation later, so I’m not complaining… or am I? Hehehe!

Anne Gyna seemed to be persisting. I could not concentrate to read the book, so got the fodder done earlier than usual.

I had this vegetarian meal with a roast cooked belly pork sandwich. Naughtily did some oven chips, too many perhaps, but I ate it all.

My Dad used to call me a ‘Gannet! He was right.(All very good, including the Silverskin onions in pickling vinegar with peppers!)

Sudden tiredness overcame me as I was watching the TV, but still, I could not get to sleep until well gone midnight again, thanks to Anne Gyna.

Up at 0300hrs and wide awake?

Inchcock Today: Sun 26th Feb 2017:

Sunday 26th February 2017

Esperanto: Dimanĉo 26 februaro 2017

Up at 0300hrs, some good news for once in the wet-room. Little Inchy not bleeding or sore either. Duodenal Daniel giving me a nice rest, even Anne Gyna was in a calm mood. Arthur Itis his usual self. Just this sniffling and sneezing at the moment. So no complaints medication-wise.

Got the health checks done, the (2nd) Dia reading was worryingly high at 101, but later on, the second check showed it was back down again?

Can anyone please tell me how to Format Excel to get the total of cells C9 H9 & M9 divided by three? I wanted to get the average reading for the week for Dia, Sys, Pulse & Temperature, but seem unable to find a way, and when I look up advice on the net there are may symbols and things I don’t understand.

Doing well with these lately despite the Whoopsiedangleplops. Hehe!

Took the medications and sorted out the week’s dosage pots.

I don’t think I got anything mixed up this week… but, we’ll find out later. Haha!

Got on with finishing and doing some more graphicalisationing for the TFZer site.

This one was my favourite, took a few hours, but I do enjoy doing them if they like them.

Finished another two, and will post them on Facebook later.

Hope they all like em, I love it when they do.

When it began to get light this morning, I nipped into the kitchen to make another cup of nice strong Thompson’s tea and saw how pretty but foreboding the cloud formations were and I took a photo to the left and right through the window.

Whats look at first glance like a bird in the first one, turned out when I zoomed in, to be a gnat or midge close to the glass! Hehehe!

Got on with updating this diary after I’d finished yesterday’s one.

Sister Jane rang. Got told off. Hehe!

Did some searching for the notes of jobs I made yesterday. No luck at all, huh!

Spent more time doing Facebook and CorelDrawing. During which the trots returned with a vengeance, so the porcelain is in heavy use, not productive use, but heavy use. Hehe! Humph! Rang Olive, to say I dare not go round to see her for fear of passing on the bug, which had come on a bit quick? Oh, ‘eck!

My flipping luck continues dunnit: I put the highly priced Quorn Vegetable lasagne in the oven, to find that the plastic tray has a tiny hole in it – another mess and burnt finger cleaning it up – Argh! Had to rescue what I could and put it in a foil tray, added some cheese slices on top and back into the oven… then I went back to the porcelain on another false alarm!

The meal came out alright, though.

The cheese was nicely burnt a bit and Quorn Lasagne was very nice indeed.

I even managed to use the apple slicer without cutting myself.

Took ages and ages to get to sleep, far too long for me to get caught up on any, but still.

Inchcock Today: Sat 25th February 2017

Saturday 25 February 2017

Luxembourgish: Samschdeg 25 Februar 2017

An almost 6 hour, dream-free (At least I think so) sleep ended when I sparked into life with an urgent mission to get to the porcelain… and only just got out of the £300 second-hand shudderingly refusing to lower me down so I had to climb out of it recliner and onto the throne in time! Phew!

Laundry room duties to perform today, so I gathered the requirements needed and headed down and got the clobber into the washer on short mode. Had to sweep up a bit, cause someone had been eating a takeaway and bits of food were scattered around the floor, the smell from the bin where they had dumped the box, offered no help in my trying to work out what it was they had – the odour seemed a mixture of stale fish and curry to me. Still, it took my mind off of the depression and boredom for a while.

Up to the flat, where I got the health readings done and recorded on my new Excel sheet where I’ve now got the three daily checks in a single line… and have at last worked out how to get an average of certain cells to record automatically. And it only took me five hours to find how to do, yesterday. (Sad innit?)

I think the Average cells will give a reading that is correct for the week for each of the three readings when I’ve completed the week in full. I still can’t yet work out how to get an average for the full week yet, but I’m working on it. (Not easy being a thick psittacism ridden ultracrepidarian yer know. Huh!)

Back down with some more washing, towels, dressing gown and jammies, but them in the washer on short mode after I’d moved the others stuff into the dryer, back again up to the flat and got on with finishing yesterday’s diary off with a nice cup of tea.

Down again and moved the clothes from the washer into the dryer with the first load… clever stuff eh? And I remembered to keep them separate to prevent the bits of fluff sticking to the other clobber?

Yet again back to number 72 where I started this diary off and going.

Note the timer thingamajig on the printer, I felt I was well organised this morning – being aware that thinking confident things like this usually forebodes Whoopsiedanglplops, failures or defeat that is in the air and imminently coming my way! Oh dear!

Down yet once again to collect the washing – all seemed dried, sorted and folded them in order and departed the laundry room – actually trapping just one finger in the heavy fire-door, it had to be the finger that I cut yesterday didn’t it? And trapped exactly where the cut was. Nice little bruise coming now. That feeling of foreboding didn’t take long to materialise did it… Humph!

Back up into my miniature window leaking, burnt saucepan containing flat, put the stuff away, made another cuppa, took the medications and applied the creams and lotions and back onto the computer to update this tosh.

Checked the note of things to do:

Go to a new bank and see how to transfer money to new account from old bank that is going broke.
Call at Dentist to check appointment because I’ve downloaded G Suite which has deleted all my calendar and YouTube history and settings?
To Post Office get package and details of how to send a parcel to Australia.
See Warden Deana for help over TV Licencing letter: Also, the window repairs after waiting in on the day I reported it (Not been out since) and being told they would come within four hours and they came ten hours later at midnight, did nothing and told me they would send someone Friday morning twixt 0800 > 1200hrs and I didn’t move out of the flat, lost sleep and no one arrived.
Check with clinic due to item 3
Check with surgery and Warfarin list due to item 3
Commit Hagi Kari (Optional) Hehe!

I thought at one time, I’d become omniscient, but realised I was a fainéant, at best.

I phoned Olive see how she was going, she sounded good. She said I could call to see her before lunch as she was being picked up to go to afternoon tea with the family. (But I was back from the shopping too late.)

I hobbled up through the park and into Sherwood, called in the shop that is closing down and got some bargains. Caramel Chocolate Peanuts, Black Bean sauce, Soap capsules, Chocolate Almonds, Mr Muscle cleaner each with 50% off.

I felt a bit sorry for the staff, but they all seemed cheerful enough. I imagine they will be relocated at another branch or they will be taken on by the buyers, which is Tesco, I believe.

Sorry aboutSorry about the face in this one.

Wandered down to Wilko’s and got a replacement saucepan at a good price, £3. A washing brush and two replacement pads for £2.50, a small Citrus deodorant spray for only 50p too.

Got some pork & mushroom pate for tonight’s planned salad of sorts.

The maroon and white box on the lower left of the above photograph… I suppose there will be some doubting personages who think it might contain two iced strawberry and cream buns?

You are right, Hehehe!

I was hoping to give one to Olive, but I got back to the flat too late to visit her.

I’ll just have to eat them both.

Caught the bus back up the hill and had a natter with some other residents on it.

Got in and put the things away and took the photos. Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were being nice to me today, Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald were too. Only Haemorrhoid Harry and Dizzy Dennis were playing up at this stage.

I was appreciating this relief when I remembered all the jobs I had to get done on Monday and or Tuesday, Tsk!

Did some graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw/Paint.

Had me nosh and settled to watch TV, fell asleep at first commercials, woke up a 0300hrs and got up.

Tsk!

Inchcock today: Friday 24th Feb 2017:

Friday 24th February 2017

Mongolian: 24 Хоёрдугаар сарын 2017

After the maintenance men came and woke me up last night at 1125hrs, they were gone by midnight after telling me they could do nothing, but they would send someone around in the morning to look at the leaking kitchen window and screw if closed. How I clean the outside after that I don’t know. They are very good at this, getting out of doing anything and sounding knowledgeable at the same time, you know. So I stayed up on the computer all night.

So I stayed up on the computer all night. I tried to use the WordPress G-Suite but ended up having to contact their helpline again, and after a few hours was no closer to a solution than I was before. Tsk!

I tried around 0340hrs to clean up the mess still left from the floods and realised about 0430hrs what a Plonka, I am… They will only make another mess when they come won’t they? I felt a little like a Punchinello, physically and mentally.

Made a note to remind me to call BJ to tell him about my nor being able to attend the Tenant’s Social Hour again and why. Must ask him if he can call on me, so I can give him the nibbles to hand out, and show him the message about a trip out from the Papplewick Pumping Station.

Then, around 0555hrs, I got on with finishing yesterday’s post and then started this one off. Had to limp to the porcelain and was well pleased that the bleeding from Little inchy had stopped – but Haemorrhoid Harry had started. Cleaned my lower regions and the bowl up medicated the rear end and proceeded to feel a little sorry for myself again.

I loathe myself for self-pitying, but even I find it hard to take so many Whoopsiedangleplops so often and continuously as of the last few days. I pondered on what had occurred over the last two day: Crippled myself going to and getting onto and off of the Nottingham Wheel, cut my finger, burnt my hand, flooded the wetroom, lost my notepad, got the day wrong for the cleaners and the clinic on the same day, Little Inchy bleeds started again after weeks of no bother, new pains in the hip, rain coming in through the kitchen window and flooding that, had to turn off the heater cause it got in that too. the batteries ran out on the same day to toothbrush and radio, got overcharged at the shop, got on the wrong bus, sleep has become an impossibility, broke the thermometer, the repairmen arrived at nearly midnight to wake me up to look at the leaking kitchen window that they could do nothing with but arranged for others to call today to ‘screw it in place’? Got demand for a second TV licence, got told off eight times by Olive, No one told me the Tenant’s Meeting had changed from Thur to Fri – and now I can’t get to that! (Well I might if they come really early?) Hobbled painfully up into Mapperley to get some vegetables and lost a tenner somehow… there’s probably more, but these just came to mind yer know.

Took my medications, made a cuppa and just had to sigh and smile to myself when I dropped the milk as I had a dizzy spell, bent to pick up the handily placed mop from the bucket I’m left ready for the rain to come in again and the mop broke in half!!! These Whoopsiedangleplops are getting beyond a joke now, surely they must ease off soon?

Oh, and a letter from the Bank arrived yesterday, it is in the process of being sold off, so I have to consider moving the cash to another one to be on the safe side, Olive advises me. Another job to get done… Will it never end! I beseech the Lord to save my sanity before I become unhinged, and to please save my rationale… oh that sounded good didn’t it? Cheered missen up a bit now. Hehehe!

Another cup of strong tea and then did the health checks. The pulse has gone back down nicely.

Carried out the ablutions, made anther cuppa and rang BJ, no answer, though.

Worked on a new Excel sheet for the Health Checks for an hour or two, hard work when you’re not sure what you’re doing. Haha! Got it done in a fashion.

I rang BJ again, still no answer.

Tried to do some work on a poem, but the concentration wasn’t there.

Once more I rang BJ, he was at the Social meeting. I explained the situation and asked him to inform the others.

Got the vegetables in the slow cooker.

Felt a bit frustrated still, I can’t go out to take the rubbish bins out, go to the shop, visit Olive or anything because the maintenance men who said they would arrive between 0800 > 1200hrs and who came at midnight on their last visit to tend to the kitchen window may arrive at any time? (They didn’t though)

Got the meal going, battered sausages, veg, an apple and a potato. Took a photograph of it, but once again the unfathomable Photo Genie Gremlin removed it from the SD card??? Humph!

Cleaning up after the meal, the Whoopsiedangleplops returned – I’d left the saucepan on the heat while eating and the pan was burnt beyond salvation, I tried to clean it along with the other accoutrements and managed with great ease to cut my Arthur Itis ridden finger end while cleaning the apple divider. But it was a poor effort, hardly bled at all: Perhaps the Whoopsies are easing up in severity? I do hope so.

Companionless and feeling uncherished (although understandably so, hehe!) I WordPressed and did some graphicalisationing for hours, waiting, hoping the maintenance men would not arrive late at night. I needn’t have worried, they didn’t come at all.

TV on, dare not use the headphones in case I didn’t hear the door chime if anyone arrived, so had to watch programmes that had subtitles… not that it mattered, I’d been up for over 20 hours by then, and needed sleep and fell off into the land of nod quickly.

Inchcock Today: Thursday 23rd Feb 17: Muddles and Whoopsiedangleplops strike again Humph!

Up at around 0300hrs, dreams were of my being in a field of thick gooey mud, sinking down and drowning, and finding myself back on the surface and doing it all again? A feeling of doom, maybe even a catastrophe

A feeling of doom, maybe even a catastrophe lurked and infested my poor disjointed low IQ but high EQ brain – and there was no moving this conviction, that one or the other would strike me today.

Dismounted the rickety £300 second-hand recliner chair and tended to the porcelain needs, and got on and finished a graphicalisation for the TFZer site.

A bit pleased with the outcome, I’ll post it to Facebook later.

Then I tried to open the WordPress and got into all sorts of messes and eventually had to contact their helpline. Hours later they had helped me sort tings out but I had to wait for the site to be activated. Helpful chap, he was patient with this old codger, he was.

Carried out the readings chart record.

Then did a bit of Facebooking

It was mighty wet and windy still, just like it was when I got up, but lighter now, and the wind was getting much worse. Humph!

Into the wetroom, turned on the radio and the batteries dies. To the kitchen and got replacements and put them in. Started to do the teggies with the brand new battery operated brush, and the batteries died! Replaced them as well. Cut myself shaving. Had a good long carbolicalised shower and scrub-up.

Dressed missen and got the vegetables cooking for later. Red spuds with balsamic vinegar in the saucepan, and red carrots, white carrots, orange carrots, parsnips, red onions, mushrooms and leeks in the crock-pot. Cut my finger slicing the leeks… don’t laugh! Oh, go on then! Tsk!

I was beginning to feel sorry for myself again with all these damned Whoopsiedangleplops!

Phoned Olive to see if it was okay to visit her, and it was! That cheered me up somewhat!

Off I went, in better spirits to Olive’s flat and had a good natter for a while and accepted my telling off’s from her with aplomb.

Back to the flat.

Did third Health Check – obviously, the angst is getting to me, see the latest reading for today for the pulse?

By gum, that pulse is going at a fair rate innit? I think it is going to get worse: When I went into the kitchen… The rain had been intruding through the window and soaked the ledge, camera, mirror, clock, flask and spread down onto the storage heater too!Another mess to clean up, this did Arthur Itis no good at all. I called Warden Deans to inform her, she was not on site but said she would ring someone to come have a look at it.

Not finished yet with the Whoopsiedangleplops… Went into the wetroom for a wee-wee and found I’d left the tap running and flooded the place as well as losing all the hot water. Had a tinkle and found that Little Inchy was bleeding! Grr! Frustration! The bending down to mop up the water caused this I suppose.

Got it sorted eventually, cleaned and creamed Inchy’s lesion. Made a cup of tea, and got this computer on to do this post.

A couple of hours later, Warden Deana rang back, someone was coming to look at the kitchen window. If it is anything like the last time they came to seal the leak, it’ll be worse when they leave – Bitter? Me? Yes!

The rain suddenly stopped and for a while, the sun came out to play – I was not in the mood, though. Hehehe!

Waiting for the maintenance personages still.

1735hrs: Not much chance of any maintenance people calling I think at this time of day, so feeling very drained, I did the ablutions and got the fodder ready.

Another vegetarian effort. Tried the Asda (Walmart) own label Hot Dog Style Sausages for the first time. These were done in a saucepan of boiling water for four minutes as opposed to the usual ones I often have, that are done in the oven for 25 minutes. They looked pale and insipid; but were very nice and tasty, I must say. Two red potatoes with balsamic vinegar in the water. And the Crock-Pot vegetables, tomatoes, yellow, red and purple carrots, last of the parsnips and turnips, leeks, red onions and cooked with a little soy sauce, tomato puree, basil and oregano. Also very tasty! I’ll try these again methinks.

Took the readings and medications, applied the lotions and potions then tried to watch some TV – off I nodded without any bother… other than the dreams again, but this time I had no memories, just a feeling that they were not nice.

2325hrs: As I woke and felt the warm wet sensation from ‘Little Inchies’ lower zone and realised I needed to extract myself from the rickety £300 second-hand recliner and get the porcelain to clean things up and medicated – and it dawned on me the phone (landline) was ringing. It was the maintenance men came to look at the window!?!?!

Let them in, of course, they did nothing. They went through their usual looking, grunting and scratching of chins, played with the window catch that we know didn’t work, and declared they would get someone to come and look at it tomorrow sometime. Bless ’em! By 2335hrs (Ten minutes) they had gone. Thus, once again I shall miss the Tenants Social Hour! This week, they changed it to Friday cause the organiser had to go to a funeral on Thursday, and still I miss it again!

Worra rotten week this is!

Took this photograph around midnight after the blokes had departed.

Stayed up, no point in trying to get back to kip now.w

Eventually managed to get ‘Little Inchy’ cleaned and medicated.

Made a cuppa and updated this diary.

Life suddenly felt aphotic.

As I said earlier; Worra Day!

Humph!

Monday 26th December 2016 – Whoopsiedangleplop

The Reason for this marathon hobble?

A Whoopsiedangleplop!

I awoke in a rather confused state of mind – befuddled.

I called to see Olive, her son Malcolm was there and we were gossiping about something or other and it seems I drifted off into my own little world and started making no sense of what I was saying?

Malcolm took me back to the flat and had to tell me that the paramedic was on the way.

Found these notes I’d done:

1230hrs: Visiting Olive and I a lost consciousness while talking.

1245hrs: Olive rang ambulance paramedic.

1320hrs: Paramedic arrived. Tests.

1600hrs: The ambulance arrived. More tests and they took me away.

1700hrs: Arrived for more tests from different doctors and departments.

I felt a bit sorry for some of the patients in the big holding area, there must have been dozens of trolley-bound patients waiting, they all had a relative or friends with them and the resulting mayhem with patients being moved along and ever squashed further in an effort to create more room as other arrived all the time.

2015hrs: Seen by Cardiac – After tests, I was told that I was being admitted.

2055hrs: Got ready to go to the ward.

2200hrs: Still on trolley waiting. But felt so much better and more alive.

2225hrs: Different doctor arrived with INR blood test results. Very high, 4.7. Then another blood pressure test and that was far too low after the previous one was found to be far too high. Another doctor arrived and told me to stop taking the Ramipril and Warfarin for two days, and they would let the Doctor Vindla (My GP) know of the situation.

2205hrs: I was placed in a long remote corridor along with several other patients waiting for a bed to come free. None did. The queue grew.

2255hrs: Told I was being released (No beds). Must make an appointment to see my own doctor.

Officially released.

No buses and no taxis, not that I saw any on the walk home anyway, and I had no money with me either.

Took about an hour and 45 minutes to walk home.

Strangely I enjoyed the hobble, apart from the pain from the calves. I nip in the air, and several gangs of youths kept my attention and forced a rapid rate of walking was attained and kept throughout the hobble home.

Got in and pain gelled the legs, took a codeine and ate a thick slice of shoulder ham.

Sat and fell into a deep much-needed sleep.

Slept for over nine hours.

Rang Olive to thank her for the help from Malcolm and herself yesterday. Arranged for me to visit her at 1400hrs today. When I intend to cuddle and thank her for caring for me.

Set about doing this post.

The calves were still aching relentlessly, but all the other ailments, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Haemorrhoid Harold, Harry Hernia, Roger Reflux Valve, Duodenal Daniel, Inchies Lesion, Donald Dizzy and bruised head were of no concern at this moment.

I was just glad to be here in acceptable health and Compos Mentis.

TTFN all.

Sunday 18th December 2016: Inchcock Today: A mental wreck reporting

Sunday 18th December 2016

Swahili: Jumapili Desemba 18, 2016

Sleep was not an option last night. Stewing, in my self-disgust and pure fear at the threats of violence I’d received, permeated my brain every time I woke up in a state with Duodenal Daniel giving me severe bother, I could not make up my mind whether I should bother with carrying on with these diaries at all, the news being so bad.

To a WRHD session, Little inchy and Haemorrhoid Harold both bleeding didn’t do anything to cheer me up. I am uncheerupable and will be until things sort themselves out and I know where I stand with the intimidation and threats.

Took the medications and sat at the computer with a mug of tea; Pondering, fretting and wallowing in shame at myself.

Today being Sunday, at least I was to stay indoors and not expose myself to the big bully boy or his Mother. I decided to make today a graphicalisationing day, I must not let this bovver boy destroy everything precious in my life.

The mind rumbled away with no positive plans, ideas or thoughts being involved. The only thing that presented itself to me was that I must not inflame the situation by revealing details of the violent personages involved.

I made another cup of tea and tried to get on with doing the graphics for the TFZer site. something to take my mind off of the threats of physical brutality.

Got it done and posted.

Still feeling nervous.

Computerising on and off all day.

Nosh not enjoyed.

The mind toying with my sanity and safety, confusing reigning.

No getting to sleep until the early hours of the morning.

Then up again two hours later, full of an empty feeling.

I hope to be back again soon.

TTFN.

Saturday 17th December 2016 – Inchcock Today. Under threat again.

Saturday 17th December 2016

Sesotho: Moqebelo Lekholo la bo17 December 2016

Well well well. fancy that, no memories of the dreams I just know I’d had, again. Huh! After trying to recall them and failing, I was up and on the porcelain by 0200hrs.

Even more painful than yesterday, so I took two Sennas straight afterwards. A further cause for concern apart from the bleeding and agony (Huh!) was that I’d left the flipping wall heater since yesterday morning, and overnight… that’ll please British Gas who like to take me money.

Got the gear ready and down to the laundry room and got the washer going. Back up and took the normal medications with a cuppa.

Down again half an hour later and moved the things into the dryer.

I then nipped out and took this photographicalisation outside of the foyer door.

It was not cold at all out there, just a little bit misty at the moment.

Back up to the flat and got the Computer going, starting to do the diaries.

An hour later, I nipped down to collect the laundry.

Spotted a hand written sign on the board, this time someone selling an electric bicycle (Spelt wrong, hehe!)

I assume this is from the mugwump who rode into me last month? I hope he is not getting another one?

As I went through the inner door on my way back to the flat with the bag of clothing, I noted that the stolen Santa Teddy Bear had been replaced with a much smaller one. Can’t blame em can yer, Tsk!

Some, not very many, in fact only a couple or so of the Tenants here, I would not trust an inch!

Back up to the apartment and a quick WRWW then I got the clothes put away.

Prepared a vegetable mix to have later with the Chicken and mushroom Risotto. Trimmed and chopped some parsnip, turnip and fresh mushrooms into some chicken gravy seasoned stock and got it all going in the Crock-Pot slow cooker on the Auto setting.

The turnips and parsnips must be in season methinks, cause the last lot tasted very good. I wasn’t sure about adding leeks and or onions, but thought perhaps they would not go well with the Risotto rice?

Found me singing away to myself? Bit worrying that! Hehe!

Did an order for Morrison’s foods to be delivered on Monday. I’d have liked to have had it on Wednesday, but there were no slots available due to the Christmas pressure? It was Monday or not at all, so Monday it is. I hope I remember ’cause I’ve got the INR Blood test at 1030hrs and I have to collect the prescriptions as well. Best if I go on me walk earlier and call at the Chemist first, the Nurse and then back home (I like that word, home) hopefully in time for the delivery. Fingers crossed!

Sorted out next weeks medication pots, think I got them right first effort this week. Of course, I may fond out differently later… Tsk!

Then got the computer back on and finished yesterday’s diary off and posted it, then started this one off.

Huh! Just realised I’d not done the midday ones – Crankle-Clot I am!

Did some Facebooking on the TFZers site. Posted the diary and some photographs.

Kept stirring the Crock-Pot vegetables regularly… ish!

Hung myself out of the window whilst in the kitchen making another cup of tea and took this photograph, ’cause I thought it looked a little moody?

Finished the latest TFZer graphicalisation and got it posted. I’d put nine TFZer pets in it for a bit of fun.

Must now get the ablutions done and get myself ready for a walk into Carrington and get the prescriptions from the chemist to make sure I’ll be okay over the holiday break. Crossing my fingers that they will be ready today?

Back in a while folks.

I’m back. When I departed on the walk to the chemist, a car pulled up at the side of me, and I received a loud full of foul language vicious verbal attack from a bloke in the vehicle. Threats and promises of rearranging my features and being beaten up ensued. The angry man would not listen to what I wanted to say. Stunned I moved on afterwards. Can’t go into detail for sheer fear.

All over a previous misunderstanding.

To the chemists, prescriptions not ready until Tuesday.

Did some shopping at Lidl.

Bus back into Sherwood. Called in to have a look at the new bakery shop – their Sourdough Bread was £3.50 a loaf, I did not get any.

Walked through the park back to the flats.

Watched the dogs a bit.

The stomach was churning now and I could feel Duodenal Daniel starting off. The altercation was to blame.

Not up to concentrating when I got in… well, only concentrating on the bullying tactics and intimidation.

Got the meal ready. Uncle Ben’s Mushroom Rissoto with some crock-pot vegetables and a sliced boiled then roast potato.

I think I would have rally enjoyed it if it wasn’t for the fretting and fear that had overtaken my disintegrating mind.

Still, I might give the Inchcock Today diaries a break, as I do not want to broadcast the current situation and how it is affecting me too much. I feel ashamed at how I withdrew and accepted the threats of violence and meekly walked away.

Bad news like this, I do not want to advertise.

I thought about this for hours and hours and decided I dare not mention this again until I find out what happens now and in the future. I felt terribly low and fearful… and the thought of having escaped the violence in the old house, to come here and have it starting again… Oh, I don’t know. Well I do know I dare not mention anyone involved in this incident for fear of his carrying out his violent threats.

As I write this, I do not know what to do. There is no way I will involve the police yet, as I hope things might change for the better, yet know they won’t.

Confused and dispirited.

I can only wait and see what develops.

Missed the evening medications again.

I’ll see how I feel in the morning about whether or not I can do the diaries at the moment.

Cheers.

Inchcock Today: Fri 16 Dec 16: Whoopsidangleplops again… Humph!

Friday 16th December 2016

Irish: Dé hAoine 16 Nollaig, 2016

0230hrs: Sprang awake with an image of me in a big sewer come drainage pipe with my jammies on, trying to do a Rubik’s cube that kept falling apart and turning into Oxo cubes. Perhaps it was part of a dream? I’ve never seen or handled one in my life.

Demand for a WRHD session presented itself, and I dismounted the working perfectly but noisily £300 second-hand recliner and made my way to the porcelain room – the stench and stink from last nights Whoopsidenagleplop with the burnt oven-cooking was lingering tenaciously and malodorously. Performed the WRHD session, with no bleeding at all from Haemorrhoid Harold!

Into the kitchen and took the morning medications and opened the window a bit, then sprayed some air freshener around, but it didn’t clear or mask any of the foul smell of burnt lamb juice, that with the flat being so small, had permeated everywhere. Phoo!

If I get out today to try and get to the Sainsbury store again (Hopefully catching the right bus this time, Hehe!), I’ll see if they have any active fresheners on sale.

I stood looking out of the window for a while. My dereistic view on life filtering into my thoughts and a sort of mild melancholy came over me for a few moments.

I pondered on how the horrible fetor in the flat could be alleviated, went to look in the cabinet to see if I had anything capable of being used effectively, stubbed my toe on the scales and lost interest.

I had an idea to do something with this photo for the TFZ site later, given time that is.

Took a close-up of the house wit the decorations outside, they had altered and changed them around Good effort.

Did some work on the diaries and got one posted off, then went onto CorelDraw to start the TFZ Cooks graphic from scratch.

Spent too much time on the job again, got to rush now to catch the bus… Tsk!

Ablutionised in record time ad down to the bus stop. Where I proceeded to get carried away again with nattering to some tenants and… hard to believe, but I got on the wrong bus again!

I stayed on all the way to town, then caught a bus out to Arnold.

Dropped off outside the Sainsbury store and proceeded to collect some Yushoi Soy & Balsamic Rice nibbles, a parsnip, two small turnips, two large King Edward potatoes and a Sourdough loaf of bread.

Walked into Arnold proper and purchased twp cans of fabric freshener.

Hobbled up to the bus stop and as I waited, espied that the vandalised bench seat had not been attacked again since my last photograph taken of it. Hehe!

Nice chinwag and laugh with a gal on the bus as the darkness began to fall earlier than ever today.

Got into number 72 and attended the porcelain demands for a WRHD session. And it was heavy duty too, a bit bloody. Took the medications along with an added Senna tablet. Got a feeling that things were going to get tough in the WRHD department. Tsk!

Got the meal cooking and watched some of a DVD film.

Made sure I didn’t nod off this time.

Tomatoes on Sourdough bread, pickled mushrooms, strong cheddar cheese, foul tasting bland BBQ chicken legs, Cox’s dessert apple, appetising baked potatoes with cheese. Followed by a pot of mandarins in orange jelly.

Finished watching the film and got the TV on in plenty of time to watch the most welcome double-bill of Hetty Wainthrope Investigates. Tried to make sure I could enjoy these: I visited the porcelains, made sure all the lights and taps were not left on, brought the pain gel, sure the diamorphine and antacid were all to hand – so determined I was to enjoy my second favourite ever programme undisturbed!

Fell asleep at the first commercial break – Gnash!