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

TFZer gals, a cookin’! ♥

Saturday 5th September 2020

Hmong: Hnub Saturday Lub Cuaj Hli 5 Xyoo 2020

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My frustrations flowed, fermented, and flourished. Franglefurds!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sunshine has receded now, and the drizzle commencing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inchcock – Saturday 22nd August 2020: The Porcelain Throne visited Six times. Oooher!

Cool TFZer, at the Cool-It-Cabin

Saturday 22nd August 2020

Russian: Суббота, 22 августа 2020 г.

02:50hrs: I woke up, to wish that the urgent need for a wee-wee had not arrived and I could have stayed ensconced in the uncomfortable, second-hand, c1968, rickety, rusty, ready-for-the-scrap-heap, none-working recliner. (A slight case of clinomania, here?) But there you are! Up and off to the wet room, I trundled, nearly falling over Metal Mickey (Four-pronged walking stick) en route.

I think I might be in for some ‘passing problems’ today. The wee-wee was off of the WTWIWI (Weak-Trickling-Was-It-Worth-It) mode, and dysautonomia affected as well. At least there was very little liquid to make much mess, more of a fine spray, as Little Inchy splayed around out of my control, like a miniature hose-pipe. I washed up, and then got the overnight emergency bucket set up, I had a feeling things in the wee-weeing department were going to be little and often (I was right).

To the kitchen, and got the Health checks done. It was a lot colder in there this morning, I checked the windows, they were all closed?

The BP readings were still a smidge high. The thermometer gave a body temperature of 84.0°f.

I took the medications and made a brew of Glengettie tea for myself. And, appetisingly flavoursome, it was! I like the new milk in the sachets, just tight for a mug this size. Although I imagine it would not be enough for many folks.

I tried (and failed) again to take a morning view photograph that was as the eye saw it, using the aperture priority setting. Still, I’ve made so many worse efforts over the years, I’m afraid to say.

As I was taking the brew through to the computer area, suddenly sharp stabbing pains developed, so off I limped to the Porcelain Throne.

I got seated, and the feelings from the innards advised me to get the crossword book in use. Things were not keen on moving again! Pure pain had to be endured, pushing or forcing anything was out of the question, just too hurtful. I was doing well and got three or four clues answered when the pathetic evacuation started, and it was all over within seconds. But I knew I’d be back, experience told me. Washed up, and didn’t do any medicating, because I was sure I’d be back later, for the ‘Big-One!’

I had to make a fresh mug of tea to replace the gone-cold one. On the computer, and made up a template, then finalised yesterday’s diary, which amazingly didn’t take me so long as usual. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, Anne Gyna, and Shaking Shaun, all being kind to me! Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley gave me the odd shaking, but even she was not too profligate. Hang on, is that the word I was wanting? I’ll make do with bothersome instead. I got the post sent off and put some photos on Pinterest.

Porcelain-Throne – Two: Suddenly, the stabbing, stomach pains began again, so it was back to the Porcelain Throne. I got sat down, reached for the crossword book and pen, and Whoosh! The evacuation, and a massive painful but quick one it was, flowed!

After this great dollop of a release, I knew it would not be a waste of time if I got the cleaning up and medicating done. Boy, oh boy, Frank’s Furuncles, Harolds Haemorrhoids, and Devlin’s Decubitus combined to give me a right few moments of agony as I applied the creams, and I overdid the spread of the Chlorhexidine cream! Hehehe!

I did, however, notice how the right ankle ulcer, was no longer looking threatening. In fact, apart from a little itching, there was no pain at all, and the colourations and skin growths had all but disappeared! Great!

Back on the computer, and made an order for Amazon for some more face-masks. Then made a start on this post. After an hour or so, The stinging from the innards returned, followed by a nerve-making, worrying gurgling noise? I hastened to the wet-room!

Porcelain Throne – Three: Talk about in the nick-of-time! The second I deposited my stomach-burdened body on the plastic, the evacuation started, I had no control over it. 90% liquid, stunk awful, and a fair amount of it shot out! Now, I am getting a bit fretful about the situation! Of course, it’s a Saturday, so no one to ask for advice.

I reflected on the Porcelain Throne movements so far.

  • No.1 – One large sold mass, lump, which was a nightmare to get rid off. Much bleeding, a marathon session.
  • No.2 – Another big one, not so solid, no bleeding, but it took ages. Some control over the flow.
  • No.3 – Almost all liquid, shot out with a venom; it sprayed over me and the toilet. No bleeding again, but the aroma left, was much worse than the other two were. Cleaning up the wet room and myself, took aeons!

My Lucubrations are confused, apprehensive ready for the worst! I have a feeling as I type this, of another build-up brewing within! I believe I’m going to be in for hodiernal-hell!  Ungleflopbogglings! Hello, already I can feel the short stabbing pains building up again in the lower intestines.

If I have to go again, and things are no betterer, I’ll try ringing 111 for advice, methinks.

Another mug of tea gone cold, so I thought it best not to make another one until the innards have steadied down. I went on the WordPress Reader.

Then worked on CorelDraw, making a couple of blog top graphicalisations.

Yet another summoning to the Porcelain Throne – Four! Embarrassingly, I did not make it in time! A watery evacuation, thank heavens for the PP’s I was, and always wear! The stomach ached severely this time, after the completion. The cleaning and medicating is beginning to get me down today! I’ll have to get some more over the counter medications again soon. I certainly didn’t feel ill, but uncomfortable afterwards.

I decided against having anything to eat, and I cut the tea out. For a meal, I had some plain shortcake biscuits, and a drink of spring water, a lot of water, actually, a thirst had gripped me.

I had to stop computerisationing and got down in the recliner with a bottle of water, and some plain biscuits. And sleep soon came to me, off I drifted.

I was woken up by some drilling from Herbert above. I was still not feeling well, and the sudden noise, made me shout out loud a naughty word, and request for him to stop banging and drilling. Shame-Mode-Engaged! It lasted a few more minutes, and silence fell. I must be in a weary mood, because I drifted off again, ah, bliss!

Shagglesworth! Unbelievable! I was beckoned to the Porcelain Throne visit number Five! I got to the wet room in time this time. Phew!  Much less content evacuated, still, it was almost all liquid again. And the stomach aching began afterwards, as before. But it cleared pretty quickly on this occasion.

Back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, uncomfortable, rickety recliner. And, yet again, sleep came swiftly.

I was woken up by some more drilling from Herbert above yet again, Gawd it was loud this time! I reckon he was doing his drilling right above me, and me with no hearing aids in, still thought it was loud! Louder than when the Fire Alarm that went off in the flat! I’d love to know what it is he’s making, though! 

I waited for Herbert to stop his noise, and had a long, hard time getting back to sleep, and seems that seconds after I did… Crapolaville!

Porcelain Throne – Six! Another rush of sorts to the wet room ensued! Aha, this evacuation produced only a few splatterings, some with blood spots in it, mind, and was all over in seconds! And there was no tummy-ache to follow.

So, even with it being so late on, I decided to get the ablutions done, with the appreciation that while doing them, I’d be handily placed for any Porcelain Throne demands. (But they seemed to have stopped, at last, no calls during the 40 minutes or so of the ablutionalisationing were needed! Yee-ha!

Ablutionisationing Incident Report Log:

  • The ankle ulcer has almost disappeared now!
  • Toothache Thomas kicked off when I cleaned the teggies. The often-filled maxillary is still hurting now, Tsk! No dropsies, though!
  • The shaving dropsies; shaving foam can, razor (4). Cuts five!
  • Showering; a short sharp Dizzy Dennis attack. But no clouting myself on any grab bars, or any toe-stubbing! Oh, Yes! Dropsies: flannel (3), soap (4), showerhead, and the spectacles as I was putting them back on.

All-in-all, a good session!

The medicationalisationing had its moments, but best if I don’t mention any details, other than perhaps, Argh! Hehe! I got the bleeding to stop in the end.

I risked making a brew of Glengettie Gold, but would not risk having anything to eat, yet. See how I feel later one.

Wonderful clouds tonight.

I did some CorelDrawing. Then decided to make an Inchcock Today template up.

There was a bit more rattling and thudding from Herbert above, but at least he’s not drilling at the moment.

Could I get to sleep again?

Nope!

So I got up and posted this off.

Inchcocksi – Saturday 25th July 2020: Chinwagless! Humph!

TFZer Beauty Marie, (with Inchcock showing interest!) Haha!

Saturday 25th July 2020

Dutch: Zaterdag 25 Juli 2020

01:30hrs: I stirred gently and slowly into imitation-life. Rather surprisingly, not needing a wee-wee?

The brain wasn’t all that interested in operational duties for a while. I disentangled my over-stomached body from the second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner. That my xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred Brother-in-law Pete broke, when he was searching the flat while I was in the hospital with the Stroke, and taking my valuables, he took a rest. Fatal! He could not resist the electrics, and Pete played with them. Now the recliner no longer works! 

I caught my balance (it wasn’t too good this morning for some unbeknown reason). And wobbled off to the kitchenette, almost on auto-pilot. I got the kettle on and did the health checks. The BP SYS as a little high again. Sorted the small tablets out and identified the Furesomide and removed it (At least I hope I got it right). Took the medications and was drinking the mug of Glengettie tea and wondering if it was worth trying to take an early morning photo if the dark, dank view outside.

  Then, with surprising suddenness, I had to hobble-hastily to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). A bit of a blaster-mode this wee-wee was! And a long one too! There was none of the PMPD (Post-Micturition Pre-Dribble). Still, a plentiful supply of embarrassing PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribbling), so much of it, I nearly started counting the cracks on the ceiling, while I whistled! Unfortunately, it caught me out, a few drops of late-dibbling took place. In-Depth-Ignominy-Mode-Engaged!

Then, the innards gave me a poke, which told me I needed to get to the Porcelain Throne, which I did, without any delay. The most painful for weeks affair! But it was not a long job, no bleeding, and aroma didn’t make me feel hazy this time. Hahaha!

The toes and feet for worse than yesterday morning, of course, the nails were longer. And the fungal nail infection on the right foot was more evident. More painful too!

I silently prayed that the St Anns podiatrist will see to me on Monday and not refuse to do-me, because of my ailments (Issues, they call them), like they did, last August! I’m not confident about this in the least.

I took the opportunity to change the PP’s. Knowing that I will need to replace them again when I do the ablutions, I put on one of the smaller ones I had to hand, for the time being. I hope I don’t get any Diabetes Insipidus leaks, or Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeds in between!

The brain was working again, as well as it ever will methinks, and a determination to get the updating done rose forth! Three wee-wees (each of the LPT (Long-Persistent-Type), two cups of Thompsons Punjana tea, and hours later, I finished the updating. Phew!

It was looking a little bleak out there. But no rain yet awhile.

I posted the Friday blog to WordPress, Emailed the links, and went on Facebooking catch-up, and that took me over two hours! Then onto the WordPress Reader section. Pinteresting. Time to get the ablutions done, back in a while.

I’m back!

The ablution session was sorrowfully a painful one,  but entertaining! Hehe!

  • The teeth cleaning went well, no bleeding, Toothache Thomas was only mildly bothersome!
  • Putting the tube and brush back on the side-trolley. The exact moment my right hand steadied the trolley for me to reach over to return the stuff to the tray with my good left hand, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley gave me a good rattling, and the trolley wet over! Isn’t it amazing how much stuff you can squeeze into and onto a bathroom tray? It took me yonks to retrieve it all! Cragnangles!
  • The shaving consisted of far too many dropsies. Razors repeatedly, after-shave (used as a bleeding-stopper) and the foam can twice.
  • And on another occasion, I was shaking the can of foam, and off it flew via the North wall, back down, off of the sink and onto the sock-glide, hit the shower tiles, landed and rolled gently back to my feet and stopped, like a trained little dog! This was the entertaining part. I had to smile at it! Haha!
  • As I got into the shower, I tripped on the mat I had only myself to blame, I’d not left it in the usual position I do when showering. Pillock!
  •  The showering itself was almost perfect! No dizzies, no banging into the grab-bars, no dropping the showerhead, and the curtains didn’t get stuck on closing them! T’was good! I felt good at the time!
  • Furthermore, no toe-stubbings, throughout the whole showering operation!
  • Drying off my baby rhinoceros jelly-like flabby-bellied body was incident and escapade-free!
  • I’ll not go into detail on this one, to embarrassing; I had severe bother when I used Little Inchies fungal lesion cream, on Harold’s Haemorrhoids! Suffice to say, Blubber-Argh! Grigglecocks! I have now moved the Phimosis Plato, and Paraphimosis Patrick’s clobetasone butyrate corticosteroid cream out of the way! I must remember where to, so I’ll mention where it was placed here – Inchcock: It’s on the bottom tray on wetroom trolley! Try not to forget, mush!
  • The old legs didn’t look too bad.

The dreaded ‘Hum’ was getting so loud again, as I started on doing this blog. I persistently persisted, and got as far as here, and had to go on CorelDraw again to get some graphics done in advance.

Oh, no, I’d better do the template first. I must get caught up for Monday, which I anticipate being a busy day, full of frustrations at the Health Centre, and no time to get much computerisationing done! Done it, back to CorelDrawing!

By Jimminy, the rain cometh down now!

I had some tap-tapping and knock-knocking noises from above to keep me company.

The familiar post meridian weariness and drainage of enthusiasm, frolicsomeness, and will-to-bother came over me, and I decided to get a meal made up then get in the recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus.

Well, the nosh was a super-tasty one! Beef pasty, potatoes, egg mayonnaise, beetroot & carrot,  tomatoes, and a mini-pork & pickle pie. An individual lemon mousse and apple pie to follow. I lip-smackingly enjoyed this effort!

Washed the pots, and settled into the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, uncomfortable, rickety recliner. I felt so tired, there was no need for me to put the TV on to send me off to kip. My tiredness alone will soon see me off in the land of Nod! I thought!

An hour of Thought-Storms, they were mostly of the guilt, self-hatred, and shame mode. Then I moved on to worrying about Monday’s trip out to the podiatrist at St Ann’s Health Centre. I put the TV on, for sleep was not attainable.

I was getting nowhere with my designs for sleep, and I decided to remove my magnificently honed and toned, super-fit, woman-desired, muscular body from the none-working recliner, and replenish the spring water bottle. 

I stubbed my toes en route to the kitchen! I whimpered a bit, and returned to the recliner immediately, took a pain killer, and tried to get some pain gel on the toes.

This proved to a farcical effort, I’ll tell you why; I got some gel on a paper towel, grabbed it with the picker-upperer, and tried to apply it to the two toes affected. This didn’t go well! Thanks to Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley’s most untimely attack, I gelled part of the foot, shin, carpet, hands, and the recliner, I’m not sure if any gel actually got onto the stubbed toes! Cragknackles!

I didn’t bother with getting any of the spring water! But sleep now seemed an impossibility. So I put the TV back on (desperate now!) in the hopes that the commercials would send me off.

Which they did in the end, but I had to a few more hours.

Worra life!

Inchcockski: Saturday 18th July 2020 – My predilection for a quiet, Whoopsiedangleplop-free life, is failing!

TFZ Harrod’s Shopper-Gal!

Saturday 18th July 2020

Greek: Σάββατο 18 Ιουλίου 2020

04:30hrs: On waking up for the first time all of the five hours I was in the arms of Sweet-Morpheus, surprisingly enough, I didn’t feel I needed a wee-wee. A rare, moliminous and infrequent occurrence, indeed! I cannot remember the last morning that I stirred not needing a tinkle! (I was almost confused) Haha!

The pain from the uncut toes and untreated leg ulcer grabbed my attention.

I got the Canon camera from the Ottoman and took a couple of pictures. At first, I wondered why the photos came out looking such a healthy glowing red-tinted hue. For none of the limbs were this colour in reality? Had I taken the shots on the wrong setting? Was the fact that the morning was so light? Had I left the light on? (Nope).

Life is short, so no time to worry about that. I have a multitude of memories, fears and guilt that is more deserving of my ‘Worry-Storms.

 Aha! Better late than never; Bladder-Blart, was in a sudden rush to inform me of the need of a wee-wee, and it was growing in urgency.

I scrambled out of the recliner, got the stick, and wobbled on painful-tootsies to the wet room. I only just managed to beat the Pre-Micturition dribble, and the Post-after-dribble (PMAD) was a lengthy affair, requiring the greatest of patience! Trust me to cop for this Diabetes Insipidus (Urinary incontinence)! As if I needed anything else to take away the precious and short time in a day to get things done! Bramcrackleshogites! I did have time to think, muse and ask myself; “Why the hell, didn’t you use the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket)?”‘Dope!’

I got the mammoth, unbelievably long micturition passing ended. Phew! And fetched the bucket and got it emptied, sanitised, disinfected and stored away! The late morning (To me) skies were holding their blue tinge, and simple as the view is to most, I thought it beautiful!

The sphygmomanometerisationing results look fine today. The pulse level was up, on what it’s been for a few months. But I think this is a good thing. Shows that Metal Mickey is throbbing away like the real thing! Hahaha!

I got the medications taken and put the kettle on, and was summoned with high exigency, and instant pains from the gut, to the PorcelainThrone! I hastened as fast as I could, back to the wet room. Fearing another embarrassing escapage! I got down, plunk! On the seat, and within I think about two minutes, the movement began, of it own accord and control, as is normal, but suddenly got a move on and soon I was sat there getting over the pain and shock at the speed of the whole movement! But, contended that the motion produced only a few tiny bits of bleeding, no mess whatsoever either! Something to challenge my negaholism?

I washed and medicated the lower regions in need. And got on with the updating of yesterday’s blog. Within five minutes or so… Yes, the good of Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet went down! I had a look at the Trust Pilot ratings and comments. Terrible, Virgin Media and British Gas have the lowest ranking of One! The remarks from British Gas on my problem told me to Email them with my full address, so I did! I got this on the right back from Google Mail! Sickening!

Amazingly it came back on in a few minutes!

Went to make a brew of Glengettie Gold. There was the lightest rain I’ve ever seen, as it hit and was blown down the window. I don’t think you can even see the fine dribblets on the photo I took through the window?

I got the updating done after a few hours and then decided to get the Ablutions done early, in case the Amazon delivery arrives. Well, it might? Or not! Hehe!

The session went stunningly well! I joke not! Yee-Ha! Dropsies totalled maybe six at most! Toothache Thomas was bothersome, as to be expected. One, yes, just one nick shaving! No dropping of the showerhead at all! Smug Mode Nearing, I can feel it! The toes nails and soles of the feet were fearfully painful, mind. Blanglebotheration!

Went on Facebooking, sent the link off, checked on the latest Coronavirus figure, then went onto WordPress Reading.

Getting tired now. Got some spuds and beans in the saucepan. Going to add tomatoes and kippers in tomato sauce later, a bit of bread, that should do me.

Unfortunately, I bent down to retrieve a dropped dish and clouted my forehead on the stove. Which sent me to the floor, and have spent ages getting back up again. This was not a good move. Especially as when I went down, I hit the dish with my right knee! Arthur Itis was not amused. Tsk!

All plans abandoned. I’ll make the fodder, and settled to recover, hopefully quietly, but must not fall asleep, as the nail-clippers are coming later from Amazon. Not for the toenails, of course, they are too much for me to reach in my state. I’d got a dizzy coming on now! Globberisations! Not good.

I’m off to get the food prepared now. Fingers crossed, I’ll do it without any injuries. Humph!

Blimus! I did get it prepared and served up without a single Whoopsie! I even titivated the plate a bit with some Hoisin sauce, that went well with the vegetable tomato sauce from the kippers (Canned this time, not fresh). The mixed beans in  ‘vinegarette water’ were fine. Kippers in veg sauce, fantastic! The potatoes, fairish, tomatoes crap! The mini-apple pies had no taste other than sugar. Overall, a rating of 7/10.

The two highlights of the meal were the kippers; and the cutting of my finger with the little knife. Hahaha! Well, I’ve not done this for ages, it had to come.

Sweet Morpheus was again reluctant to come. I got up and turned on the TV, undoubtedly as good a counter to my insomnolence, as anything? And found a football match was about to start. My third favourite team of them all, Burnley away to Norwich, was live on the box! I stayed awake through the whole match and after-comments! Burnley won 2-0, but it was against a Nine-men team, Norwich had two men sent off!

Then, I turned off the set, had a marathon wee-wee, and tried again to get to sleep.

The door chimes rang-out – Sod-it! I’d forgotten all about the Amazon delivery coming! I scrambled up out of the recliner, put the dressing gown on and hobbled with haste to the door. The chap was still there, bless him, and he handed me the parcel with the toe-clippers and camera case in it. I thanked him, and returned to the room, and put the box on the Ottoman, that’ll have to be checked in the morning.

Then the iconoclastic Thought-Storms started! And on they rambled. Guilt, fears, shame, disappointments and failures all had a bash at me.

I had to get up for a leak once more, and Dizzy Dennis nearly had me over again. I dealt with the once-again marathon wee-wee, waited patiently for the after-dribble to stop, then got back into the recliner. Amazingly, Sweet Morpheus came quickly this time. Ahh!

Inchcock – Saturday 21st March 2020: The sausage stew, as the highlight of the day!

2020 Mar 21

The Limited period was approx. 2 Cornavirus stampeding hoarders minutes! Haha!

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Saturday 21st March 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 21ain Mawrth 2020

000 Mar 21

GM brown L06:05hrs: with staying awake so long for the expected Amazon delivery (that didn’t come), after getting ETA’s via emails, that grew later and later, then getting the refund details, meant a sadly early morning time before I dare nod off. But, after so many bad sleepless nights, and it being morning by the time I got off, I managed six-hours of slumber.

I woke to feel in surprisingly decent form for once? Confused in mind, of course, but physically, almost good! (Which soon changed, [naturally!])

WD 60.25.0 6Sat02Off with a degree of ease, to the kitchen. Got the kettle on, and popped back to the balcony to take a shot of the late (to me) morning sunshine. The cold sunshine was bright this weekend day, but barely any people or vehicles about anywhere. For this time on a Saturday, there were not many dog walkers out, either? They will probably be forming a herd of Toilet Roll seeking gangs to attack the shops? Hehe!

The camera seemed to be changing shooting modes on its own accord? This annoyed me so much, and my mood began to change? I was no longer in an accepting trait state of mind. I became passionless, unresponsive to things going on and around me. This soon changed!

6Sat01 WD 60.25.0f I got the old larger mug out of the draining tray, just as Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley hit me. I might have caught it to prevent it from hitting the floor and breaking, but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed, the resulting Fauxpas really got me going! I was steaming mad with myself, ultra-angry, and muttering naughty language!

6Sat04I’d had this pottery mug for about eighteen years, and thought of history disappearing, fate, and having to put up with a tormenting frustrating old age, and, ailments to contend with, brought on Dark Depression Deepak, he was so cold, deep, and despairing, and lingered for a while to torment me. Leaving a sort of psychological block, an impasse that inhibited logical thoughts, and took me an age to get free of. Can all this happen, or be caused by breaking an admittedly loved old drinking vessel?

6Sat03I got the Inchcock menu of vegetable stew going in the crock-pot. Turnips, leeks, mushrooms, parsnips, red and onion, sliced some red and plain onions and sliced carrots into it, I’ll add some sugar snap peas later. Seasoned today with, light soy sauce, malt vinegar, sea salt and a small jar of black bean sauce. I avoided potatoes and will have no bread with it, this is partly due to my keeping to the new diet so conscientiously and dedicatedly, and my not having any bread left! Hahaha! I had a lick of the wooden spoon when stirring it on and off during the morning. Maybe it will prove a little too hot for my tastes. Fingers crossed it comes out eatable. I’m getting very adventuristic with my cooking lately?

Deep Deepak Depression was soon easing of a tad. Then the summoning to the wet room came from the suddenly rumbling and churning innards. So, I checked the taps and pans, and off I went.

Well, what an embarrassing change of style session that was! Back to the beef-ball sized none-messy, but hard to evacuate type, like a few months ago. Still, the lack of any streaky mess meant it was easier to clean up afterwards, no bleeding from anywhere, and I got two answers on the crossword book perusing. All good there, then!

7Sun01I very belatedly got the computer going. But found myself with a lack of concentration, and I seemed to be jumping from one thing to another. I had an email from Amazon, the Tork toilet-rolls order had been cancelled, a waffling unworkoutable message told me why this had happened. I assume it was their way of avoiding saying, not available?

Although the finger-nerves were working much better this morning, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirly, the as-yet, unnamed new left side chest pains, and Saccades Sandra, seemed to be having a battle with each other over which one comes out on top, in the ‘Let’s give Inchcock some hassle’ stakes. They all seemed pretty productive to me! Swine!

I went to make another brew, and the noises from somewhere were like giant Woodpeckers occasionally. Accompanied naturally, by ‘The Hum’!

6Sat05I had to do some graphics up first, or I wouldn’t have got anything done. I kept jumping from CorelDraw to Google, then WordPress and back all the time. And made many errors in doing so. But on this occasion, there was no temptation to get wee’d-off or annoyed with myself at all. I just pressed on, getting into a more significant state of confusion, as to what I had done and needed doing? It’s very saddening, lugubrious and piteous to see me in this way, and yet, perhaps just for today, I pressed on merrily away – unconcerned! No fretting, worrying… This is not normal, you know!

Jane rang, she did just before, but I could hear nothing and thought it was another the Con-Job calls claiming to be from BT and telling I need urgent attention to my BT internet connection. I rang-off straight away. Anyway, our Jane rang back. Because it was six hours plus late for my usual posting the ‘Inchcock Today’, she’d rang to see if all was okay. We had a natter and laugh and moan.

Afterwards, I stopped this blog here and went to the updating of the Friday one. I’m all confused with the staying awake till gone midnight, and getting up later than I have ever done for years! Ah, well, must get on with it. Back later…

Crikey, that took some time to get done. Then I went on the WordPressREader Section, some good stuff on again for perusing, written and photographically. Then onto Pinterest. Followed by four hours on the TFZer Facebooking.

The stew is not done yet, so I turned it up, and started to update this page.

6Sat28Checked on the stew, and it looked and tasted ready to be served up as I licked my gravy covered fingers getting in the bowl – a smidge overly seasoned, though. Tsk!

A well-worthy 7/10, all the same.The slightly overcooked sourdough baguette, Great!

Washed the pots and me up, and got my gigundous-stomached ailing body down in the £300 second-hand, c1968, unstable,  recliner, and the TV on.

My recent spate of sleep deprivation helped me nod-off quicker than usual, and I slept right through for, wait for it… Seven-hours! Mind you, it was well-needed!  

Viel Glück für Sie über den Äther, Mes Amies.

Yes, I had use the Google translator!

Inchcockski (In brief) – Saturday 7th March 2020: A few moments of oneirataxia, today. Tsk!

2020 Mar 07

2020 tttMar07

Saturday 7th March 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 7fed Mawrth 2020

000 Mar 07

GM06c01:15hrs: Woke, worried, aflutter and tormented by my not knowing why I felt so distraught in the first place. A cycle of perturbing, solutionless thoughts and problems started to ping-about in my brain.

Good old Bladder-Brian helped out, with the urgent need for a wee-wee. Which proved to be a revealing action.

WD 150.0.100 I fumbled my way out of the second-hand, rickety recliner and with the stick, I went over to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) to release the amber-fluid. That thought went a bit flat when it came out almost colourless again. And the container was over half-filled! Not once during the night can I recall getting out of the chair and going to the bucket, not once!

However, with yesterdays big and mini-blanks, I suppose it’s to be expected. Come think of it, when I made a grab for the stick when I rose up, it was not where l usually leave it? This worrying continued for the rest of the day. I fretted over everything, dubious, bad, medical or good! This is something new to the Inchcock psyche. I shall not keep mentioning the paradoxical fretting; unless it is something important. Gawd blimey, I’ve never had this before. I’m a bag of nerves here! As I say, combined with yesterdays blanks, this is enough for me to ring, well, email, for an appointment with the Doctor.

Into the kitchen and got the kettle on. Took the medications (glad to see I had not missed them again!), and the innards sent a message, so off to the Porcelain Throne, I trudged.

wd 150.0.100A As I got sat down, I lost my balance as Arthur Itis suddenly went into Turbo-Mode. You wouldn’t believe how many things I tried to do at the same time; first, stop to evacuation from flowing, grabbed the picker-upperer and tried to use it with some of the kitchen towel to soak up the olive oil that along with so many other things, I’d knocked off of the floor cabinet when I tumbled! Then in between putting the well-oiled towels in the bin and trying again, I rescued some tablets from getting soaked Codeine 30g and Senna packs. Having partly saved the day, but with a lot of cleaning up yet to do, the attention had to return to the evacuation. Which thankfully was a non-messy and not too painful one. Phew!

WD 150.0.100 Washed up and medicated certain body areas in need. Little Inchies fungal lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids had not been bleeding, so that was a double-bonus! Then I cleaned up the floor. I reckon it took me an hour, just to get the olive oil dried up, then another ten minutes to get back up off of the floor! This incident didn’t do my spirits or faith any good! Yet, I knew it could have been so much worserer? So, mixed feelings, but still agitated.

6Sat02Going to make the brew, the mind vacillated again, this time over what to have for my meal today. So many choices, after a harrowingly long time of pondering, I decided on a stew of sorts. I got some mushrooms, peas, peppers and my beloved leeks in the crock-pot. Added just a little sea salt and Chinese vinegar.

By then, the kettle needed boiling again, and I made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. Still harangued by not knowing what was bugging me.

I got the computer on and did some graphicalisationing of page top pictures. In fact, this was the best part of the morning for me. I really got carried away with them, and spent far too long at it, hours! But it did stop my fretting over things for a while!

I made a start on the updating of the Friday post. Another few hours have gone! But at least I got it finished eventually. Then went on Pinterest and the TFZers Facebooking.

Then my situation got worse, and my confidence deteriorated, as I made a start on this blog. Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley kicked-off, and withing seconds of that, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed, and so many errors and mistakes needed correcting! This got me, and the worrying came more acute, with a renewed vigour!

7Sun01It was dark later this morning, no sunshine has made its way out yet.

Of to the kitchen to sort the handwashing that was drying, again. I made a mug of Thompson’s tea.

I way in no mood to get back to the computer but had to force myself. I went on the WordPress Reader, then had a look at the comments.

6Sat02Hours later, I got the mushrooms, sugar-snap peas and leeks in the crock-pot, on a low setting. The plan being, to make some gravy (done), mix it well and add the can of beef and some black bean sauce (Done), then add the veg to it later for a beef stew, of sorts. No potatoes!

CorelDrawing again, until the fatigue set in, but I was feeling better in myself than of late.

I got the handwashing moved, but didn’t do any today. (Idle slob! Hehe!)

I tended the cooking of the stew, like a mother hen, constantly checking stirring and tasting! I added a drop more of the 5% acidity distilled vinegar. Noticing as I did, how Flatulent Frank was becoming more turbulent, and anticipated that another visit to the Throne was on the way. But no, it didn’t develop.

6Sat28The meal, even without the potatoes, went down well and got a flavour rating of 8/10.

The leeks with the sugar snap peas were a surprisingly good combination.

I put down the tray on the Ottoman and turned on the TV.

WD 150.0.100 What the hell happened afterwards is anyone’s guess! But when I woke up;

  • The tray was no longer on the Ottoman. I mussed a moment!
  • In the kitchen, I found the washing up had been done!
  • About four hours had passed since my nodding off!
  • The ‘Hum’ had got ridiculously loud.
  • And, I  was dressed in my night attire?

Surely Dr Vindla will listen this time when I tell her about these funny (perhaps odd, would be more suitable a word) spells? But then again, maybe it is to be expected. She certainly wasn’t disturbed or concerned when I told her of them a fortnight ago.

Come think of it, it would be grand if I croaked out while having one of these blank-periods, then I wouldn’t know I’d died! Hahaha! Hang-on though, I’ll have to think this through. Hehe!

I took the medications, after gathering up the mixed up blister tray’s tablets and tried to work out which are which. Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA.

Not long left for sleeping now, just as well I’d nodded-off and got some earlier, cause it was devil of a job trying to again.

Hey-ho!

Inchcockski – Sat 29 Feb 2020: Chinwaggless, mentally malfunctioning & trying day!

2020 Feb 29

2020 tttFeb29

Saturday 29th February 2020

Danish: Lørdag 29. Februar 2020

00 Feb 29

GM0400:05hrs: I stirred into ersatz life with a Thought-Storm. But I think the frontal and parietal lobes were at odds with each other, and one of them refused to get involved? Hehe! For it was all over in a minute or so? Then the noise from outside caught my wandering attention. Not, for once, the ‘Hum’, but the wind and rain hitting the windows. (Mind you, the horrible hum returned as soon as the rain stopped later!) Storm Jorge, I presume? This tells me that the reason for the ‘Hum’, unknown to man and science, is related to the weather and or atmosphere? I considered emailing the Government to advise them of my thought? No, maybe not.

The old brain has kicked back into action again! I’d better take things slowly today. Not that there’s much choice, though. I’ve got tons to catch up with on the Computerisationing side. Mind you, Saturday’s are the best day for it, I don’t usually see anyone, so I decided to remove my heavily-ladened stomach and body from the rickety recliner and get on with things. A trace of willpower and determination crept in there – steady on, Inchy! Careful now!

I was caught out by my unsteadiness when I rose to grab the stick. But it didn’t last for long, thankfully. A took a couple of paces, and the innards started to rumble and grumble, so I diverted from the kitchen to the wet room. 

It was a good job that I did! The evacuation once again started of its own accord! I must tell the Doctor about this on my next visit for the test results. However, the session was one of the easiest and least painful I’d had in weeks, no messiness either! I reckon today, that has already shown up some changes, differences and surprises, is going to be a day of them?

7Sun02As I was making my first essential, crucial, vital, imperative brew of Glenghettie Gold tea, I noticed the lack of stinging from the right legs Sock-Glide injuries. So, I whipped down the jammie-bottoms and took a look, then this photo of them. It’s amazing how things seem to 7Sun04clear up so quickly on the right side of the body lately. Great stuff!

Got the medications out, took them with spring water and then mashed the tea.

It seemed to be going okay this morning. Which, of course, made me get my Worry-Bonnet on. It’s not Kosher for things to go well for me, almost paranormal! I tried to enjoy things while they lasted, but an irritating uncomfortableness and expectancy of failure, misunderstandings and/or cock-ups lingered! I can’t help it!

WD 0.0.128A I had another determined deep time-consuming search for the collapsable walking stick, but no luck. I wonder if I gave it to someone? Did I break it? Anyroad, I decided to buy another one. Went on Amazon. I also ordered a long picker-upperer at the same time. Both to be delivered on Sunday. Hopefully, the same thing won’t happen to either again this time. I’ll try not to lose this collapsable walking-stick, keep it in the trolley-walker. And the picker-upper, I will try not to leave where the walking stick goes, then I won’t mistake it for a walking-stick, get a dizzy-on and break it falling over! (Life can be a challenge you know. [Cry of sarcastic, mirth!])

WDP 1LbI eventually got around to computerisationing! It felt like I’d been up for hours already… hang-on, I had! Tsk! I started on the Friday blog updating. It took me a few hours with all the photos I’d made. But my persistency paid off, and it was finally finished and posted off!

I made another brew and got the mushroom in the crock-pot with some black-bean sauce, sea salt, and a drop of Balsamic vinegar as flavourings added. 

Herbert above did a bit of banging about, but no complaints, it took my mind temporarily off of the renewed howling of the ‘Hum’! Grrr! 

I then made up a pictorial post with chronically bad rhyming comments. This took hours as well. But, I do enjoy it as long as someone gets a laugh, even a smile out of them. Sent that off as well.

Inchies Wet Walk in Nottingham

On to the WordPress Reader. Then a few comments. Next on TFZer Facebooking and putting on photographs. Getting late now, the fatigue is setting in.

I’ll get the nosh sorted out. The plan is, if all works out, Rice with BBQ seasoning, and mushrooms with garden peas. I’ll see if I have any meat to go with it.

Back in a bit… I hope…

No meat in stock, hang on, I’ve got some frozen sausages in the fridge, I’ll use them! Hangeth on again, I’ve not done a top graphic and template for tomorrow yet. Better get on CorelDrawing. Dearie dearie me, no rest!

Gorrit dun at last! On wiv the fodder preparation!

6Sat24A messy job, with lots of pots and pan cleaning afterwards. But, worth it, despite how weary and done-in I felt. The rice I’d flavoured with Hoisin and BBQ seasoning, added garden peas, the mushrooms (cooked with black bean sauce), and some black beans. Sausages from the freezer, a pot of lemon fool, and wallah!

I really did enjoy it. Taste Rating: 7/10.

I went to finish off the soaking saucepans, cutlery and bits with the dish.

WDP 003cWD 0.0.128A I suppose it was inevitable, what with having such an almost Whoopsiedangeplop-free day up to now. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed at just the wrong time, a bowl of dirty washing up water ended up, over me, the sink unit and the floor! It was a grind sorting things out and mopping, during which Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna burst into tormenting life! It was not a good situation at all. I’d got Toothache Tim as well coming on, and my mood sank into a depth of… well, dejection, a strong sense that I can do nothing right, and am worthless.

WDP 001 LbWD 0.0.128AThen the Thought -Storming started: Disrespect of myself, the new ailments, an inability to see how I’m going to cope, no one to talk to, no time to get things done, past indiscretions and mistakes… Oh, yes, they were all flowing into the brain-box tonight!

WDP 003a7Sun05WD 0.0.128A After I’d completed the cleaning up, I was stood leaning against the four-pronger-stick, looking out at the unwelcoming skies and sinking even further into the quagmire of negativity. The brain, I think went into neutral, in rejection of my pathetically inept thoughts perhaps? I took this photograph without really realising why. Maybe the brain told me to, in an effort for me to see how weak and confused I had suddenly become?

The mind was floating from one subject to another, none of them encouraging. Then, like turning on the light-switch, the rumbling, grumbling and stinging came from the innards. Ah, the Porcelain Throne was needed! So, I swapped walking sticks and visited the wet room. Now, my changing to the wooden stick first, was surprising, in the state my brain was, I still remembered about the times I had tripped over the four-pronger in the past when visiting the Porcelain.

WDP 10LWD 0.0.128A I got settled on the Throne, and for the first time in several days, the evacuation did ‘Not’ start on its own! I had regained control! This made me feel a little more confident, and I brightened up a tad. Painful, yes, but these movements always are for me, and with a bit of effort, I forced things along. I was feeling rather good now! Not up to Smugness-Mode yet, but an improvement on how I felt ten-minutes ago. Then I discovered a lot of bleeding going on from the rear-end. Any worries eased, when I realised it was via Harold’s Haemorrhoids, so no panic Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was not leaking! Cleaning things up, washed, medicated with the Germolene and Anusol creams, and changed PPs, getting the night attire on at the same time.

I exited the wet room, feeling terribly guilty at me getting myself in a pickle and depressed earlier on, in the first place.

I got settled in the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner, that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. He searched for my valuables, which he found and stole.

WD 0.0.128A Within seconds of turning on the TV to see what was on offer, and my woolgathering, dithering mind decided it could not recall if I had turned off the kitchen and wet room taps, cooker etc. and I just had to get up again to make sure things were okay. Which was a flipping good thing I did! I’d left the light on in the wet room, and the tap on in the kitchen! Phew!

I got back down in the grungy-beige-coloured, none-working recliner. Turned off the TV, feeling confident that feeling so weary now, I’d soon nod-off. But again, sleep was not coming quickly. But my usually aggravating peace of mind was more relaxed now, even with the frustration of not nodding off! Hehe!

Inchcock: Sat 22 February 2020: Morosenessosity! Chinwagless! Whoopsiedangles! Many mind-wanderings, too!

2020 Feb 22

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Saturday 22nd February 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 22ain Chwefror 2020

00 Feb 22

WDP 003j422:30hrs: I woke with my woolly nightcap underneath my spectacles, but this did not matter. I was burstingly in need of a wee-wee, fearing the uncontrollability of my situation could prove dodgy! Getting out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, grungy-beige coloured, clapped-out, threadbare, dilapidated, rickety recliner was done with more haste than was safe really! But the need for the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket), made me throw caution to the wind and I hobbled the few paces to the bucket without the walking stick… Foolish!

WDPh 01WD 40.0.0. WD 40.0.0A An embarrassing (thank heavens there was no one with me or any CCTV coverage) incident as I picked up the bucket, I lost my balance. I won’t go into too much detail, it was a bit gory! I clutched at the fireplace top as the bucket fell out of fingers, it clouted against Little Inchy and started the fungal-lesion bleeding straight away. And with perverseness, the wee-wee began of its own accord! So, there I was, knees on the fire hearth, a bruised elbow from the fall, Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda both kicking-off… and wee and blood flowing!

WDP10L02RThe first thing was to get up off of the floor. Sounds easy enough, doesn’t it? Humph! By the time I had managed to rise onto my feet, the night attire was wee’d and bled on! The photos, clock etc. from the shelf were scattered about the floor, the grey bucket lay in a spreading pool of liquid, the knee bleeding, and Duodenal Donald had joined in with the other ailments. Oy vey!

I set to, clearing and cleaning the room up. During which Anne Gyna started giving me some bother. I started with sorting out the carpet, then got the clothing off and into a bag for handwashing later. It took me about an hour to tidy things up. Then, my attentions were needed in the wet room. For medicational investigations, and bucket sanitising and damage limitational duties.

6Sat01I grabbed the just charged up last night Nikon, and off to the wet room. Where it dawned on me that I had left the Bamboo socks on overnight again! What a schmuck!

I set to, having a good wash down with antiseptic-disinfected soapy water. I still felt I could smell the urine, and washed, well, scrubbed all over again.

6Sat02The legs still bore the marks from my forgetting to take the long bamboo socks off for sleeping. The second night I’ve forgotten about them! I need to concentrate more now. Along with all the other ailments, I’m going to have to put up with the feeling that there are worms wriggling beneath the skin!  Huh! Gruelling-Gromble-Garblisations! 

I got things in a better condition, although the thought of all the extra handwashing didn’t exactly cheer me up. I could hear the horrible ‘Hum’ droning noise increasing as I spotted the delivery from last night on the floor near the door.I’ll get it opened and checked out after I’ve got the clothes in soak.

So, off to the kitchen, kettle on and clothing soaking in the bowl. Took the medications, and made the brew of Glenghettie tea.

WDPright02WD 40.0.0. I got the box from the hallway, and opened the carton up, to take some photographs. Unfortunately, I dropped the lens cover. As if to rub in my bad luck so far this morning, it rolled right underneath the book cabinet! Unbelievable! So very Agravannoying!

I had the torture of getting down on my knees, with the picker-upper that Jenny had given me, poke about and retrieve the cap. Getting back up again was painful, stressful and brought a Dizzy Dennis visit into the equation! What next? I’m proper fed-up!

I opened the box and took out the contents. Four pairs of extra-long Bamboo socks, and 20 hangers, with moveable hooks. They should make life easier for me… Huh, what am I saying!

6Sat07

At last, I got on the computer to start updating yesterdays blog. Which should have been a lot quicker than usual, with so few photographs and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters not playing up so much. But, with being held up with the Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpas and sorting cleaning up after them, it was a very late start. Then, minutes into starting the post update, that sickening sensation a wet and warmth came from the lower region!

WD 40.0.0. Yes, Little Inchies fungal Lesion was flowing again! Of to the wet room one more time, and it took me ages to stop the bleeding this time.

WDP 003bWD 40.0.0. Then the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Boy, what agony that was! It was like a cement-torpedo! Took ages, moved at its own painful slow rate. And I feared the bowl might have cracked or been damaged when the ‘Thud’ was heard as it evacuated my innards. I was amazed to see only a few specks of blood, although, afterwards. I decided to take yet another Senna tablet straight away.

WD 40.0.0. But, this got sidetracked when  I felt the blood trickling down the leg. The fungal lesion was flowing again! The medicating was still hurtful, and my spirits sank even further! Surely this run of lamentable, abysmal lousy luck can’t continue for much longer? “Super-Depression Mode Adopted!” Well, I wasn’t too happy about the way things were going! Oy gevalt!

6Sat09More medicationing and cleansing were done, and I went to make another brew. I took a photo from the unwanted new kitchen window, wit the thick-frames that reduce the light and view. I didn’t think it possible. Several blue-lights were flashing, in the distance, but somehow, I can’t see even one in the photo. Talk about my lousy luck continuing!

I took a Senna and back to the computer. Then finished off the Friday post. Then sent bits to Pinterest. A long session on the TFZer Facebooking. On the WordPress Reader section.

Graphic making on CorelDraw next. Many hours late, I gave up. Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley was at me again.

6Sat24I got the handwashing done. Not as much as it should have been to do. I threw many items away instead of trying to clean and freshen them up. The new long bamboo socks are going to be fiddly to sort out, drying wise.

Then got the nosh started. Made more difficult with sodding Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley jerking me about. I had a few dodgy moments using the slicing knife on the mini-tomatoes, I shouldn’t have bothered really, they taste so bitter and foul.

6Sat11WD 40.0.0. I thought about writing to the Co-op, and asking them why they put them on Special Offer at £1.50, but it is obvious, so I didn’t! As their TV advertisement says: “It’s What We Do!” I wonder which pillock got paid for coming up with that inane slogan? If they want another one, that is not so inept, vague and pointless, they can get in touch with me, I’ve got a few ideas they can use! Oh, yes! Back to the nosh, I got carried away again there, sorry. The putrid Tunisian ‘Fairtrade’ tomatoes, pork pie meat, beetroot, and some selected* McCains oven chips.

Oh, and the medications, with another Senna added, 6Sat10to move things along easier! Haha!

WD 40.0.0. *I use this word, as I had to pick out the chips that did not have black-spots, bruises, or fusarium! It took me a while, cause more did have a disease than didn’t! Still, the chosen ones were nice enough. Just how does that McCain slogan go? “Chip Perfection, with fluffiness and crispiness in every chip!”

Blow me, I got sidetracked again!

6Sat28Anyroad up, it tasted good enough for me. Not counting the lousy, yucky, horrid, gross, fetid, acrid, rancid, bitterly sour, tomatoes from the Co-op. (It’s what they do, you know! Tsk!) And the dithering hassle of examining each chip for blight or black spots before stuffing it in my gob! But don’t think I hold any bitterness toward lying McCains (To deliver our ambitions, McCain Foods Limited (“McCain Foods”) is led by its Global Management Team, with oversight from the McCain Foods board and ultimate governance provided by the board of McCain Foods Group Inc. (The McCain family holding company). Or the Co-op. who supplied me the rancid tomatoes in Sherwood, a shop I was manager of in 1967!

But some of the fodder went down well, eventually. Haha! Taste-Worthiness: 2.5/10. Obviously, it was cold by the time got to checking beforehand and eating every chip, and of the tomatoes, distinctively feculent taste, both ensured an overall low score for flavour!

I got the pots washed, as the ‘Hum’ started to get so loud again, it drowned out the noise of the rain! So, I got the headphone on, the TV going and found some interesting stuff to watch.

I fell asleep during the first set of commercials. Woke up a few hours later, put the DVD on to watch some Rumpole of the Bailey DVD. Fell asleep within minutes, woke up after all three hour-long episodes had finished. At last, I thought this is no good, and remotely turned off everything and went to go to the wet room…

WDP 10R03RWD 40.0.0. I attempted to rise from the £300, second-hand, c19687. none-working recliner. But I’d still got the headphones on! Humph! They were pulled off, then they hit and knocked off the bottle of spring water from the Ottoman, bounced onto the rickety recliner, and the extension cable came out and dropped between the two chairs! My discontentment level rose to Defcon Two! Hoping that they had not broke, and not looking forward to having to get myself down to find the cable under the chairs, which would no doubt need moving, I got the stick and poddled to the Porcelain Throne! (I believe some pugnacious language may have been silently muttered, en route).

I got settled on the Throne, feeling annoyed with myself, but moderately confident, that having taken three Senna tablets, things would be far less painful for this session.

WDP10L02RWD 40.0.0. Amazingly there was little pain at all. Cause nothing moved again! Proof of my negaholism being more than warranted, but guaranteed! Horrible-hateful-habitualnesses-hound, me! I waited so long and yet had a fear of a movement getting stuck part-way again, and needed painful input from me. And more bleeding and a form of agony that takes some matching. So, I chickened out, had a wash, and returned to the recliner.

WDP 2019B01WD 40.0.0. Then, the headphone and cables retrieval task lay ahead of me. But, my EQ told me to stop moaning and just get on with it, carefully! So, I did. problem. By the time I’d got all three rescued:

  • I gained some scars on the lower arm from getting it trapped as I pulled out from between the chairs with a cable, then Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed! I dropped it!
  • I got the picker-upperer and tackled the job from behind the chairs. Complete failure!
  • I tried from the front, and to my surprise, got one cable and a connector saved!
  • The others were further away. So I cunningly thought, the wooden walking stick might reach them – and got down again – this had a modicum of success, I retrieved another connector cable, leaving just the one left to get at! Stupidly, I adopted a smug mode!
  • Then, the agonalistical getting back up off of the floor, left me with a bruise on the shoulder and leg, Arthur Itis, Back-Pain Brenda and Hernia Henry all giving me some hassle. It also took me no end of time to get up.
  • Next, as got down for the last time, and inserted the longer wooden walking stick Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley shook! Hence I now have a shoulder, the chin and my left wrist having joined Arthur and the others in giving me some more discomfort!
  • Eventually, after many failed tries, I gave up, deciding to try again tomorrow.

I decided, no matter how late it was and done-in I felt, a mug of tea and a painkiller was in order! I got up, with the aid of the four-pronged walking stick and the Ottoman; it was a painful exercise, but I was feeling a smidge proud of my efforts.

WDP 10R03RWD 40.0.0. I got in the kitchen, and it dawned on me, that some blood was on my hands. A bit of a mystery at first where it was coming from. After investigating in the mirror, I found two options for this. I’d got blood coming from the nose, and a tiny scratch on the left wrist. So, I could take my choice. Hahaha!

I was not doing too badly really, apart from the pains. Even I had to laugh! Especially when I thought, why did I put myself through all that? The TV and DVD I can live without, I could have bought some new headphones! Mind you, they still had to got out from the protective clutched of the £300, c1968 second-hand recliner, and the £20 second-hand c1959 armchair, with it’s broken stump-legs!

I made the brew, and brought it with me, depositing it on the Ottoman.

I fell asleep without touching the tea.

But with so many aches and pains accrued in my battle with the chairs and headphone pieces had ensured I was woken up so often, I didn’t get to sleep properly for hours.

Every time and there were so many, that I woke up, the ‘Hum’ made sure I was not lonely.

Life can be so cruel at times. But, Hey-ho!

Inchcock Today (Briefly) Saturday 11th January 2020: Another Chinwagless Saturday

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INCHCOCK TODAY (Briefly)

Saturday 11th January 2020

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2250hrs: Woketh up.

Blog updated.

WD 70.0.0. Went to get the ablutions done. What farcicalness! I took the PPs off ready, and blood was all over them from the crotch area.

6Sat02a

I assumed it would be Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding, but no! I could find no leaks anywhere, apart from a tiny bit in the delicate area at the top inside of the right leg front. That, and the continuing flow of deep red blood that followed, confused me? (Not a hard thing to do!) The batteries ran out in the toothbrush, I replaced them and still had to use the hand-brush, because the new Duracells would not work? Got three cuts while shaking and shaving, Seccades Sandra kicked off. The radio batteries ran out. As for the dropsies, well, there must be something I handled that didn’t drop or shoot out of my right hand, but I can’t think of anything at the moment! Grumph! The sock-glide, at least, didn’t cause me any injuries today. The pins looked okay, other than the ankles were swelling up a touch.

6Sat03

I got the black bins sorted and ready to take to the waste chute.

6Sat04

Then went down to take some treats to Winwood Court kitchen for the tenants. No one there, so I left them near the door.

6Sat05.

I’d forgot to take a pen to add my name to the list of people interested in going to Mo’s funeral. Back to Woodthorpe Court. By then, (08:05hrs) it was late enough for me to use waste the chute, so I did.

WD 70.0.0. Cracked my head on the lid. I may have muttered something like, ‘flipping ‘eck!’, or ‘Botherations!’

6Sat05a

Back down again with the pen, and added my moniker to the list. Gaynor had told me about this yesterday. Bless her cotton socks.

6Sat07

Back up to the flat and did some tidying up in the supposed bedroom, but is in fact, a junk room that would put Steptoe & Son’s front office to shame!

6Sat11

The intercom burst into life. I went to the hallway and admitted the lad with food. He put it inside the door for me, I thanked him, and off he shot. Looking little stressed, I thought.

6Sat08I got the fodder out of the bags and checked to see what had been substituted. To my pleasant surprise. No, amazement, there were no substituting at all!

6Sat09But, as usual, there was a problem with the delivery. Three things actually.

  1. I didn’t realise it was frozen
  2. The outer sleeve had been damaged
  3. And it was a ‘Microwave Ony’ meal.

Not having a microwave oven, put the mockers on my plan to eat the Smoked Haddock Risotto today (Binned it!) Why bin it, you ask? When I decided to try and cook it in the oven and opened the cover, there was a smell like rotten eggs when I pulled off the wrapper! Eugh!

6Sat10

I updated this blog while some Truffle Fries and the last of Southern Fries were cooking and then got the meal served up. Somewhat overdid the quantity by a long shot!  and I enjoyed it so much. You can see the different chips by their colour, the greeny ones are the Truffle fries. I ate only about a half of this much-to-big meal I’d done. I don’t know what made me cook so much?

What I ate tasted okay though, Flavour-Rating 6.5/10.

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I did the washing of the pots, and I don’t know why, but my mind concentrated on the Mainline Bus that I caught coming back from HRH Sister Jane’s abode. I thought, maybe I could use it going the other way if I go again. I dug out the timetable I’d taken from the bus. When I say, dug-out, I mean ‘spent fifteen minutes finding it. Haha!

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But the print was far too small to read, so the idea drifted from my muddled brain, to be replaced with thoughts of Mo’s funeral on Monday. She would not have liked us to mope, and I hope to avoid showing any other emotion, other than the one she brought to us all:  Joy and her infectious smile.

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The indefatigable, full of vim and vigour, ball of fun, much-missed, Mo! ♥

Inchcock Today – Saturday 28th December 2019: Dizzy Dennis rampant, unbridled, boisterous and persistent, today. Humph!

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Saturday 28th December 2019

Swahili: Jumamosi Tarehe 28 Desemba 2019

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23:45hrs: True to recent days form, I stirred in need of the Porcelain Throne. Which was a bit of a surprise, cause I had a large evacuation last night?

WDP Dec 26bWD 0.0.50 Well, I had the same this morning, but bloodier and more painful. I rose steadily from the raised seat, to wash and medicate things, and was so glad to find that the Dizzy Dennis attention had eased off from yesterday.

WDP 10R01WD 0.0.50 I went to the kitchen to make a brew, and sod-my-big-mouth, Dizzy Dennis returned. Humph! I was spinning in the head, and Saccades Sandra joined it. Both stayed for an extended visit this time. I struggled to make the tea without dropping anything, but I managed. The mist was forming outside, and I took a photograph of the view, in Night Panorama setting. I was amazed when the fog did not show up in the picture? I wondered if my spectacles had got misty. Hehe!

6Sat01

WDPH01L4I got the Friday post updating done, during which a couple of times, the dizzies made me think I would fall off of the computer chair. This is not good! I pressed on and got the job finished and sent off to WordPress. Despite Dizzy Dennis and Saccades Sandra’s best efforts to confuse and deny me any typing ability or mind control! So there, take that Dennis and Sandra! I may be losing it here, I’m talking to my ailments now? Hahaha!

WDP 10R02L6Sat02aWD 0.0.50 I put the kettle on again, and another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived back! Oh, dearie me? Off to the wetroom, I limped, carefully, for Dizzy Dennis was in constant company with me now. The evacuation was another monster of a job, but less bleeding and pain this time with it. At least the pins (legs), had lost there yellow colouring, gone back to the pale-mode. Also, they looked all calm Clopidogrel and vein-wise. So, all is not bad.

WDP 003lWD 0.0.50 Back to the cookhouse room, to make my tea, and take the medications. The attentions of Dennis were persistent throughout. At times I was like a toddler hobbling about holding on to the stick and cupboards, doors anything soli. In my fear of going over. 

WDP 001 LaWD 0.0.50 It dawned on me, that the wee-wees were lacking this morning? Of course, as soon as this came into my mind, I needed one! And what different mode this one was. Had to create a new anacronym for it. This suits it; SBTSDWS (Started-Blasting-out-Then-Stopped-Dead-Within-Seconds). Barely a single drip followed afterwards either! Like a tap had been turned off. Something’s going wrong with the innard’s organs today? And as for Dizzy Dennis, he’s never been busier! Tsk!

I went on the WP Reader. Some great stuff published. Then I went on the TFZer Facebooking. During the Facebook session, ‘The Hum’ sounded louder, and almost like falling water? I got carried away, and spent four hours on Facebooking! Tsk!

Dizzy Dennis is still with me, although I think he is easing down a tad, I haven’t had a dose of dizziness now, in over three minutes! Humph! I got all mixed up when Facebooking trying to concentrate.

6Sat11I’ve got sudden phagomania now. I must have a look for something to eat for a late breakfast, but abstemiousness will be needed. I had the last of the pork pie and buttered milk roll with beetroot, apple and meat sticks, with caramelised onion chutney. It was enough for me not to need a proper meal, although this was as big as one. Went down well! 7.2/10 for flavour-rating. 

But suddenly, I was not feeling good at all. Dizzy Dennis and Hazy Hazel. So, I’m closing everything off and getting sat down to try and clear Dizzy Dennis, and my mental doldrums.

I’ll be back. I hope!

WDPh 01I sat there, wallowing in self-pity for hours trying to get to sleep. A sad old git, with lack of mind control and Dizzy Dennis, was dominant, even when I laid back in the £300 second-hand, c1968, recliner, in search of shuteye, rest or dormition. After what seemed a week, I nodded-off! I’m afraid I didn’t make it back to the torment of life, until 00:00hrs.