Inchcock Today – Sun 30 June 2019: A heterogeneous Sunday for old chap. The fool also walked up to Aldi and limped painfully back down. Hehehe!

2019 30 June

2019 May 25

Sunday 30th June 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sul 30ain Mehefin 2019

WD 0.0.0a 02:00hrs: I didn’t precisely wake-up, cause I’d been snuggled up in the second-hand, £300, c1968, near-dilapidated, rickety, rattling, faded-gungy-beige coloured, sometimes working, uncomfortable recliner, for hours! Trying to get to sleep, finally giving up trying. I needed a wee-wee anyway.

WD 0.0.0a I got stood up, grabbed the walking stick, and took the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and had a UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee). Like the previous three I’d taken over the sleepless night, the evacuation was accompanied with an obnoxious, industrial-strength effluvium, and the colouring was of an odd, almost banana shade of yellow, and a smidge cloudy. I had to take the bucket to the wet room, to sanitise it and get rid of the odour. I had a spray around with the air-freshener as well!

WD 0.0.0a I was coming out of the wet room and had to return for another wee-wee. This time, a right sharp one, of the VSHLP (Very-Short-Hosepipe-Like-Painful) mode. I wasn’t expecting one of these and could not help but spray the WC, floor, cabinet, wall and myself. I got caught in the splash-back! I felt a right jobbernowle! I had to spend a long time cleaning things up afterwards, accompanied by some muttering and naughty cursing under my breath! Haha! I think it must be another urine infection. These things always seem to come on at the weekend, when no help is available! I only finished a course of antibiotics the week before last as well. Tsk! Ah, well!

I started doing the updating of the Saturday post. During which, yet two more, different wee-wees had to be taken. These ones were both of the LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wee) variety. They say that a change is as good as a rest… The nincompoops and schmucks!

I got the kettle on and did the hand-washing, only a t-shirt and a pair of socks.

WD 0.0.0a I suddenly had to go to utilise the Porcelain Throne. I only just made it in time. I anticipated the usual ‘sit-there-and-do-the-crossword-book’; while going through the pain and effort to encourage things along. But not this time – there was a lot of it, but it flowed of its own accord, leaving a similar industrial-strength effluvium, that filled the room and my lungs! Yet again, I had to spray around some air-freshener and disinfect things! (A good job I got the citrus spray and Dettol lavender antiseptic in bulk while they were on offer) Whatever this ailment/infection is, it seems to be affecting my front and rear exits, and I suppose, the innards? Still, the differing wee-wee varieties are unusual. Haha!

WD 0.0.0a I washed up again and went to make the brew and take the medications. Oh, dear, I could not find the medication blister pack currently in use. I didn’t panic, but I fretted a little. I could see the other three weeks packs in the drawer, and remembered (vaguely) that last night I thought I’d keep the current one separate, so as not to get confused. (Of course, the thought of me not getting confused, was ludicrousness and nonsensicalness in the extreme!) I went through all of the drawers, cabinets, checked in the junk room, and shower room without any success.

WD 0.0.0a Now panic was brewing up! I tried to calm down and leave things and try looking later, but this was not easy. I decided to take some pictures of the red sky, from the unwanted new kitchen light & view-blocking windows, with the glass it is impossible to reach to clean. I made four efforts, all using a different setting, so I could learn the difference between them. But they all look the same to me?

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7Sun11As I was leaving the kitchen, Aha! I spotted the partly used medication blister pack currently in use! I must have decided, although I do know why, to store them on top of the tea bags, and they had fallen down between the cooker and cupboard.

Well, I never! I took the medications and made the mug of tea. I forgot to do the health checks! Guilt-Mode Adopted!

Finally, after I don’t know how many hours, I got around to finishing off the updating of yesterday’s blog. Only the arm and shoulders seemed interested in doing much Axonotmesis inspired dancing about. The hands and fingers only gave me the odd spot of frustration, so I got the Inchcock Today finished quicker than usual. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I had to make some page top graphics and Inchcock Thoughts up, and get a few advance templates made up. So I went on CorelDraw and Google to use and adapt any suitable pictures to use. Well, that took a long time as well. However, the fingers are still not acting too wicked. So, I’ll leave the ablutions for a while and get the templates done… Oh, not yet, I’m off to the Porcelain Throne again… Same again, evacuation-wise! 

Computer off. Got the ablutions tended to, only one little nick with minimal bleeding, in the shaving department. Dressed and refreshed, I made up four bags for the waste chute, and took the waste disposal unit; calling on Josie en route and on the way back. No answers, though. Not too worried, cause it’s early for her to be up yet. I only wanted to know if she needed anything from Aldi getting. A night gal, she is!

Down with the three-wheel trolley and shoulder bag. Had a few words with Mary, who was in the laundry room. Gawd, it looks well shabby in there today. Out and along Chestnut Way, the strength of the wind caught me out, blimus, it was strong, but warm with it. I took some photographs as I hobbled along.

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7Sun23I somehow got up the third steepest hill, in a reasonable time, and took this semi-dramatic photo of the changing sky, at the corner of Woodborough Road and Sherwood Rise.

Even windier up at the top, but still really warm with it.

I hobbled on to the Lidl…, no, Aldi store, to find out I had got there too early, and it was not 7Sun24open yet.

WD 0.0.0a En route, a naughty Nottinghamian Pavement cyclist shot by me, and as I got the camera out to snap the dangerous ignoramus chap, a female Nottinghamian Pavement cyclist was coming from the other direction.

More Nottinghamian cyclist as I walked to Porchester Road junction lights, and crossed over the 7Sun25road, but the damned camera was telling me the battery needed charging, and I missed the opportunity as they shot away out of view. Tsk!

I took an across the road picture of Bennett Street, I think it was. This show how England’s old narrow streets look, for my foreign cyber friends.

7Sun25aI doubled back toward the Aldi store, passing some shops on Woodborough Road. A new Chinese takeaway and eat-in, is opening in unfortunate old bankrupt Toney’s takeaway and eat-in, Caribbean Bistro. I think he has opened a shop in another location in Nottingham, but I’m not sure. Anyway, three shops down the road is another Chinese takeaway! How can they expect it to pay?

WD 0.0.0a I got into the shop, and almost immediately, the flipping shakes in the hand, arm and shoulder jumping kicked off. I was getting some extremely odd looks. I saw the pod peas on the top shelf of the fridge, but would dare to try and reach them with the jerky arm, and ask a chap if he’d please to pass me a pack of peas down. He was alright about it and handed one to me. I got the sourdough baguettes in the basket. Then some tomatoes. I went to the fridge where the Brunswick Smoked Ham is kept, and the hand really had a session with me. I dropped the packets I was trying to get a hold of, then I let the basket! I was not very popular with the nearby shoppers. One lady helped me pick up the goods and put them in the shopping bag. I couldn’t thank her as she was off like a shot, looking a bit wary of me, after assisting me.

Things calmed down ailment-wise then. I got a pack of crispy smoked bacon and saw some excellent value smoked ham offcuts, that looked really tasty, and I weakened and got a packet. Bin bags next, and finally a box of two cream doughnuts. I can share them with Josie later. I got to the long queue at the checkout.

WD 0.0.0a When it got to my turn, the dancing started just as I was packing the things away – I was so disconcerted! Dropped the cream cake box, cooked ham and bacon on the floor, then the should bag slipped down an joined them.  I was struggling to get down and retrieve them, and the bloke on the till was waiting to be paid… a chap waiting behind for his turn, (it turned out to be the one who’d passed me the pod peas earlier), came forward and collected all the stuff up for me and packed it as well! I thanked him profusely, and red-facedly. Paid the bill and, I assumed, moved away to gather myself for a moment or two. The dancing and jumping had stopped, but not the embarrassment of the situation. The discomposure and uneasiness faded a bit when I got outside, but the edginess and flusterment remained with me for a good while.

7Sun26Thankfully, no more jerking or dancing incidents took place before I got home.

As I got to The Wells Road, I noticed that all the cars waiting to join the main Woodborough Road looked the same basic shape to me? Why I saw this, I don’t know, but it was a sign that I was getting over the Peripheral Neuropathy attack; if that’s the right wording?

As I began walking down Sherwood Rise, or should that be Mapperley Rise? I’ll check… I went on Google Maps; It should be Mapperley Rise.

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I photographed a thing of beauty, one of ugliness, and another bit of nature and beauty, on the verge and hedging. Bless her!

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We parted at the home she lives in, and I pressed on to the apartments.

7Sun30The mobile rang, but it stopped by the time I’d got it out to answer it.

I’ve just noticed I had missed off a picture, that I took on Mapperley Rise. Across the road was the collapsed garage, with the embankment behind it, having collapsed. I think they had replaced the old signage with new. So maybe it will soon get mended?

7Sun31The wind had played more havoc on Chestnut Way. Some fencing was blown down, and more than sufficient rubbish had blown into the Woodthorpe Court frontage.

U in the elevator, and called at Josies flat and rang the bells. No answer again. Now I was beginning to worry about her again.

Into my flat and I had a wee-wee first job. A UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee) mode. Of which the many following ones I had to have, were, all the same.

I got the nosh purchased, in the fridge. Went for another wee-wee, as the doorbell chimes rang out. I hastened to the door, and I’m glad to report that it was Jocie! She returned the meal stuff all washed up to me. Josie mentioned how she had enjoyed the meal, and almost took a photo of it. Chest-Swelling-Mode-Adopted! I gave her the fresh cream doughnut, and she licked her lips, and she told me she was going to make a cup of coffee and eat the cake now! Slightly Bigger-Chest-Swelling-Mode-Adopted! Hahaha! I wished all the bestest and asked her to take care.

I then got on with updating this blog and getting the photographs organised. (In between the wee-wees!) I was well-pleased with the fingers and hands etc. not being bad at all now! I looked up if there was another wording of Peripheral Neuropathy, and found this little gem of a question and answer on Google:

Q: Can you die from peripheral neuropathy?
A: If the underlying cause of peripheral neuropathy isn’t treated, you may be at risk of developing potentially serious complications, such as a foot ulcer that becomes infected. This can lead to gangrene (tissue death) if untreated, and in severe cases, may mean the affected foot has to be amputated. Any breaking of bones, may not be recognised my the nerves. If not treated immediatley, this can be fatal.

So, how come they told me the Mary Potter Leg Ulcer Clinic, that nothing could be done about. Ah, that may have been for the Axonotmesis they also diagnosed? Sorry, I spoke (typed). Hehe!

Sister Jane phoned on the landline. Brother-in-Law Pete was walking to the paper shop this morning and came across a car parked up with the driver slumped over the steering wheel. (It all happens to our family dunnit?) He could not get the fellows attention, so phoned the police. Who attended within two minutes. (Obviously not Nottingham Police then!) The line kept fading and going crackly, so I missed some bits of the story.

Got the fodder on. Going to have some potatoes, the last of the Mini-Rostis, and some tomato and ham milk roll sarnies. Yum-yum!

2019 Mar 2I fell to sleep for a short while but luckily woke before any rostis or potatoes were burnt.

I got it served up, in fact, a little too much of it. The eyes were bigger than the stomach again! Huh!

I saved a sandwich in a food bag for later. Cunning eh?

The flavour rating of this not particularly appealing looking meal was 7.5/10, and worthy of it.

I put the TV on, and soon began the nodding off, in the £300, c1968, grotty-beige recliner. I kept repeatedly waking and drifting off for hours. When the kip came adequately, it was deep, undisturbed, and a long one!

Ahh!

Inchcock Today – Sun 16 June 2019: Another Chinwaggless Sunday got through! Tsk!

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2019 June 15

Sunday 16th June 2019

Yiddish: זונטיק יוני יוני 2019

03:05hrs: I woke with the mind still seemingly musing about some of the dreams I had been having. (I scribbled notes down to use later on this Inchcock straight away on the pad) My having had the nightmare, in itself, confused me, as I had only had about an hours sleep, and yet managed to have a hilariously funny (to me) dream. This cerebration involved at first, my being chased through abandoned bombed-out or shelled offices and corridors. Chasing me were doctors, nurses and one fireman? Later, after I can’t remember what happened, I was on the roof, trying to keep a door closed-to, as the angry mob were bashing noisily at the fire-escape to get it opened. Within seconds, they burst through onto the rooftop and encircled me. Each one had a weapon of some sort, there was a knife, a taser, a gun and the fireman had a water pistol? I laughed in their faces, shouting out loud, “You’ll never catch me!” Then I jumped off the roof! As I was falling down to the ground, I thought to myself; “That wasn’t a good idea, youth!”, and hoping that my death would be quick… then I woke up in need of a wee-wee, and made the notes used… with horripilation covering my skin. Mmm?

WD 0.51.0c After that, I ejected my getting rather massier body from the second-hand, £300, c1968, grungy-beige, rickety recliner. I nearly went over as I gained my balance, the feet and toes were really tender and painful for some reason. But I regained control, got the stick, and made my way the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket). Where, to my utter bewilderment and stupefaction, I found bucket nearly half-filled? (How can this be, I can’t recall using it last night at all! And I spent so long awake as well) Or was I dreaming I was awake?

WD 0.51.0c What a wee-wee it was too! If those evacuations I must have taken earlier were also of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-Wee), like this one was, then it now made sense, that the bucket would be so full! At least it was pain-free, I had enough of that coming from the feet and toes, thank you. Haha!

WD 0.51.0c I hobbled, to the kitchen to take the medications, and make a cuppa, with the right leg doing a dance routine on the way. I stopped and used the stick and door-frame to steady things for a couple of minutes it took to die down. This seems to be happening more often, but it is to be expected, I suppose. I was a little irked that it was happening sooner than I had hoped. Hey-ho!

WD 0.51.0c Things were not improving at all this morning. Tsk! The hand, fingers and arm kicked off with the Hokey Cokey impression, just as I was pouring water onto the mug. As I dropped the China mug, I avoided scolding myself, but I am now down to three China mugs left now, not four! I was all fermisht now. Oy Gevalt!

WD 0.51.0c Well, would you believe it, but I found the medications still in last nights dosage! What a pathetic plonker! No wonder I was in such pain, I’d missed the 30gm Codeine Phosphate and 20mg Morphine pain killers in the evening dosage! Still, I dare not take them with the morning ones, so I just took one Warfarin.

I washed and disinfected the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket), and took it in to near the computer. 

Despite the bad start to the day, and it is my least favourite day of the week, Sunday, lonely Sunday, I still felt in decent spirits.

WD 0.51.0c7Sun01 Off to visit the Porcelain Throne. Where I managed, with great ease and aplomb, to stub the toe again, on the helpful WC seat-riser metal legs!

The evacuation was a tad reluctant, but not so messy.

WD 0.51.0c I took a photo of the stubbed foot, with the Canon camera on the floor. Getting it down was relatively easy, getting it back up, caused a little kerfuffle, as I bent down, the leg did an involuntary dance routine, and I lost my balance and tumbled onto the floor via the shower chair. (Talk about bad timing!) I then noticed that the leg and feet fluid retention seemed heavier today, as well. I was a bit tousled by the fall, but not really hurt. Although this started off the toe stinging more for a while. Que sera sera, such is life, that’s how the cookie crumbles! Self-delusional-Illusoriness Mode-Engaged

Lie01b 0.51.0 Ah, well, luckily, I was all right, fine, fighting fit, robust, durable, bursting with health, hale and hearty, in excellent shape and in a muscular, tip-top condition. In fine fettle, sound in body and mind, and in tremendous vibrant health, intellectually, cerebrally, cognitively, psychologically, and physically!

Even my EQ let me down this morning. It usually warns me when things are about to go wrong! But not this Sunday! Hehehe!

7Sun02Back to the kitchen, to try and make a brew safely this time.

The moon was out and low in the sky.

I made the tea and immediately required another wee-wee. I used the utility room and the emergency bucket, for a cracking and fantastic, so different from the previous one ELDWWIEEWW (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-Will-It-Ever-End-Wee-Wee). By the time it had finished, it had started to get light outside!

I made a start on updating and finishing off the Saturday blog. The fingers arm and leg showed only a few spells of hokey-cokeying and electricity-like jumping, and they were for only short periods! All done and posted off to WordPress at last.

Another ELDWWIEEWW (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-Will-It-Ever-End-Wee-Wee) arrived, and the grey emergency bucket had to be emptied and sanitised again. Wearing me out these wee-weeing marathons! Hehehe!

I took some pictures on the lightening morning as the sun came out, (but not for long, Tsk!) and cast its shadow.

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I made an Asda order for next week and got it sent off, acknowledged by E-mail.

Then, I began doing this post, and the finger-dancing started again. I’m not sure how much longer I can put up with this.

I placed an order for some diabetic socks that seem to be longer than the others.

Went on the WordPress Reader section. Then to the TFZer Facebooking page.

Checked the spud in the crock-pot, still rock hard. So I’ll leave it on all day and have it rewarmed on Monday. A ready-made meal with extra cheese later on then.

Onto CorelDraw to make some graphics up. But the concentration and shaking fingers and hand made me give up.

Weariness downed on me, and Shaking Shaun paid a visit. So, I took my time and got the meal sorted out. I made what I thought was far too much again. I sadly used the last of the fresh pod peas (Sob!). A right mixed bag on the plate

Astonishingly, I ate it all up!

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WD 0.51.0c Settled early to watch some Hyacynth Bouquet DVDs, and relax. Then I fell asleep, so soon as well. The landline light flashed, and the tone rang out. It was Sister Jane, concerned that she had not received an email with yesterdays blog? I got the computer on and had a look, she was right, another Whoopsiedangleplop, I’d missed some names off of the email. Tsk! After the call, I belatedly sent an email with the link. I hope! Drip!

7Sun10I couldn’t get back to sleep, feeling such a fool again.

I made a brew, had a wee-wee and took a photo of the sky. Out of the unwanted, light & view blocking, new kitchen windows, with the many ungettable to, to clean multi-glass paned, and needing the dangerous for me, use of the step-ladders. If one wanted to take a shot out and below of Chestnut Way. Or check to see if any fire engines had arrived in the event of a Fire-Alarm-Activation, that I can’t hear anyway.

Gawd know when I eventually got back to sleep. But I did have many little nod-offs while being bored with the TV. Hehe!

 

Inchcock Today – Sun 26 May 2019: Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplops ruled, today. Precious little sleep, too, Humph!

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2019 May 24

Sunday 26th May 2019

Ukranian: Неділя 26 травня 2019 року

WD 0.0.50 W Got to sleep around 03:00hrs I woke in need of a wee-wee at 05:35hrs. My EQ told me this was going to be a stinker-of-a-day. A fraught, exigent sort of Sunday, lonely as well. (It was right too!)

I extracted my bulbous body from the rickety, ci 1968, gungy-beige, second-hand, £300 recliner, caught my balance, but still took the stick with me, and visited the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). I was gobsmacked at how full the bucket was. I knew that the hours spent trying my best to get to sleep, were wee-wee ridden, but the amount passed surprised me. I think I managed around three hours maximum. Getting fed up of this, especially as sleep was never a problem before the stroke. Hey-ho, mustn’t complain, I’m still here, pale and white, struggling, but alive. I must remember this!

I went to empty and resanitise the EGPWWB. The colouring was a darkish brown. As was expected, Sophia and Caroline had warned to expect this with taking the Nitrofurantoin antibiotic. The hands and finger had joined the right leg in dancing about every time any contact is made. The fingers and hand with a mug of tea and the foot contacting the floor seem to be very popular with the Axonotmesis at the moment. Hehehe! 

7Sun01WD 0.0.50 W I had a go at the sock-glide, but I might have been a little overconfident this time, as you can see in the photograph. The shakes came at the wrong time for me (Not that there is a right time, snigger!) Just as I was inserting the foot into the sock. 

Hey-ho! 

I can testify to the good quality metal used in 7Sun16the frame of the sock-glide. Haha!

The picture is a little blurred, as the hands were also shaking a bit, but they all calmed down shortly. I even managed one of the Hokey-Pokey dance routines again.

Off to the kitchen, and was greeted by blasting wind coming through the windows. Mind you, 7Sun02it was blowing a good bit out there Brr!

On closer inspection, it turned out that I had not pressed hard enough last night when shutting the window on the left.

Hence the wind was blowing in.

So, I managed to get it appropriately closed, after a few tries. That’s some else since the 7Sun11astroke, I can’t believe how weak I am now.

I tended to the health checks, took the medications, and made a brew of Strong English Breakfast tea in the China mug.

WD 0.0.50 W I got on the computer and realised how late it was. I don’t like this getting up late. It was already hours passed my usual blog posting time, and I had not even started to update it yet! Sour, bitter, and Fed-up Modes all Adopted!

I had a comment on WordPress, answered it, and went on the Reader Section. By the time I had done this, the EGPWWB was already refilled to a third of its capacity. All of the wee-wees were of the UWTWW Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee class, up to now. But, they seemed to be getting more frequent, so the antibiotics had worked. Another cleansing of the bucket. More disinfectant added and back in place near the computer chair.

The shakes had tryingly returned, and so much time was lost, with errors being made and having to be corrected. I bet I’ve missed no-end of them. Oy Vey! 

7Sun15WD 0.0.50 W Back to the kitchen to take the midday meds: I was most annoyed but unsurprised, almost nonchalant to find that I had left the hot water tap running. To make thing worse, I emptied the bowl, and sod-me, I did it again! Luckily, I noticed before the almost tepid water overflowed this time. I didn’t get annoyed with myself at all this time. For the earlier warnings from the EQ, had prepared me well. But if anything else goes wrong, things might be different. Semi-Smug-Mode-Harnessed! Hahaha!

WD 0.0.50 W I realised that I had not put the Ankle-Support-Strapping on, as the foot went over when I was still in the kitchen, lucky any damage was limited by my having the walking stick in my hand at the time. The reason for this being; The toes and feet, still in need of the Chiropodists attention, at least to have the toe-nails cut, are no just too painful if I put on the strapping. And, I have another week and a day, before I can get to see anyone. The situation is not good! For certain, walking is more painful, but perhaps less so than with the Ankle-Support on. But the risk of a broken bone is so much higher now. I  can’t win, can I? Peed-Off-Mode now adopted. Humph!

A few more UWTWWs were taken, and the bucket is now about just over half-way filled, so I once again sterilised and freshened it, took the EGPWWB back to the computer chair.

7Sun18The rain came down, and it took my spirits with it a little.

Finally, at last, around lunchtime, I got around to starting today’s blog going. The shakes were still flamboyant in the fingers and hands, but as I was sitting most of the time, apart from the occasional visit to the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket, this was to be anticipated.

I did so far and then went on CorelDraw to create some funny political graphics and a couple of Inchcock Thoughts funnies for the drafts.

Got the fodder on. Black bean sauce with chicken pieces, tomatoes, spirit vinegar, and mushroom slices. Ate it all this time. (Not all the milk-bread of course).

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Got the washing-up done7Sun19. And watched the rain falling for a while.

I got in the second-hand rickety recliner, and pulled the bobble hat down over my eyes, convinced I would surely be able to nod off this time, I felt so weary mentally.

An hour or so later, I nodded off. And had a repeat dream, I think. The night before, I dreamed of working at Scan Security and being sent to Netherfield in a  hurry.

WD 0.0.50 W This time tonight, I woke in a panic, thinking I was late for getting to the site… It took a moment or two for me to realise it was not twenty-odd years ago, nor real. Most uncomfortable making! I battled to get back to sleep, fighting the pain from the cramps, so it took me a while to drop-off again.

WD 0.0.50 W The landline phone rang, waking me up. I made my way painfully to answer it. An Asian sounding voice waffled on, but I could not understand a word he was saying without the hearing aids being available. Over the next hour and a half, he rang at least ten more times, but I ignored them all. On the next ring, I shouted down the line “What?” The same voice spoke, and I could make-out ‘food delivery’… I told him this is the wrong number, and he keeps waking me up! I slammed down the phone. Tired, weary and now annoyed as well! By now; 22:20hrs, any more sleep was out of the question.

So I got up, had a UWTWW, and got on the computer to update this diary.

WD 0.0.50 W The landline rang out again – it was as she said; A forwarded text message. I rang-off, an unhappy Inchcock!

7Sun22I went to make a brew and took a photograph of the night scene from the unwanted, new, light & view blocking, multi-window panes that need cleaning, and I can’t reach to clean them, windows; That will require the use of the stepladder to take pictures of, or see anything down on Chestnut Walk. Such as ambulances, paramedics, fire engines, Police Cars or muggers.

Then, a summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Crikey it was a hard, solid, and most painful, longest evacuation I’ve suffered for ages!  I took an extra Senna when I eventually got myself sorted out. Still, there was no bleeding, surprisingly.

Worra lonely, frustrating and nervewracking day! Humph!

TTFN, taketh care all.

 

Inchcock Today – Sunday 7th April to Tuesday 9th 2019: Green Stroke Ward

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Get-Well Cards, flowers and pressies from loved ones! And a great view!

Sunday 7th April to Tuesday 9th 2019

Newell Stroke Ward

Luxembourgish: Sonndeg, 7. Abrëll, to Tuesday 9. 2019

My going over twice on Physio training, they decided I could not be allowed to try to walk without the aid of a Wheelie and a qualified assistant with me. Which was not so bad, until they removed the rear-end bag, which meant my having to need a nurse at night when I needed to go, or thought I did as it turned out most times. Tsk! I was not the most popular patient then!

But the poor chap in bed one was still the most unpopular with the other patients. Haha! Sunday night they had to fetch some of his vast family in to help keep him quiet! But it didn’t work. Now some other patients were shouting and swearing back at his, suggesting he go forth and multiply, etc. 

Jane and Pete visited on Monday, and laid bare all my faults to the doctors, with a smile on their faces too! Hahaha! They had informed Tim Price of my problems.

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I received some yellow flowers (Two) and cards from the TFZer folk, which cheered me up no end. Even a Teddy Bear, they all tickled me pink! ♥ Unfortunately, the flowers were not permitted on the ward, but the photo Pete photograph on with me looking out of the window, and he took a shot of the other flowers for me. The plants were sent to the pregnancy ward and went to some unvisited patients, for which the nurses their thanked everyone and assured they were appreciated. Naturally, they did not get the cards or Teddy Bear! Hehe! He went with Koala Katie at home!

The new patient, Barry Arrived. Nice chap. Unfortunately, as  I was watching and him get some much-needed sleep, the poor chap fell out of bed. I immediately pressed my buzzer, getting told off for doing so later after the staff had got together to cover themselves for not putting the sides of the bed up for him! Tsk! 

On the first Doctors visit it was decided that as I had put on an enormous amount of weight, the started me by mouth feeding grade C, (Softened) and kept piling up the plates, with instructions to eat it all up? This was before telling me I was too heavy! Humph!

Jane and Pete called on Tuesday. (No aftershave!) Haha! They had been at the flat, as Pete said, well, we might as well use your electricity! He was only joking! Hahaha, made me laugh! They had been tidying up for me cause I’m a messy, disorganised Herbert! I thanked them!

More exercises throughout the day.

Went for a shower late on, a male nurse went with me, and  I felt much better afterwards I must say.

Guess what?

… To continue! (I hope!) Haha!

 

Inchcock Today – Sun 31 Mar 2019: Much computerisational graphicalisationing done. Too much, it drained me

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2019 Mar 31

Sunday 31st March 2019

Russian: Воскресенье 31 марта 2019

0100hrs: WD128.0.0 I stirred with my mind full of memories from the ridiculous dream I’d been having. As I reached for the pen and pad from the Ottoman to write down details before they shot off into the ether, the right foot slipped from the stool Ottoman, and I clouted the back of my right heel and hit my ankle on the corner, on the way down! This surprised me somewhat as I knew that I’d left the magnificently aged ci1968, second-hand, rickety recline in the up position wit7Sun03h the leg support raised outward, as I always do when settling down in search of some sleep. How it got lowered, I was not sure, but I do not recall lowering it.

The first thing I did was to take a look at the poor old foot. Well, it almost looked like the limb was trying to transmogrify into a copy of Sister Jane’s foot?

By then, of course, all recollections of the dream had been long gone and evanesced into the mesosphere of the space-time continuum, perhaps? They had undoubtedly departed from my eensy-weensy, nanoscopic-sized brain-box storage area! So annoying this was. Humph!

I vacated the recliner without too much hassle and lunged at the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) Yesterday’s day-long DTAADs (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) style wee-wees, were now UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle) Wee-wees.

The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived while I was still trying to encourage the unresponsive bladder to permit the UWTWW to start! Off to the wet room.

7Sun02WD128.0.0 The evacuation was a really messy one, requiring an exorbitantly long time in cleaning up afterwards. I checked the pins out – Blimey! The lower part of the legs which suffer the Axonotmesis problem, seemed to have erupted, well the skin had, with all sorts of mini-blotches, blood papsules, tiny new spots of varying colour, a new spider vein display, etc. With the shin bones seemingly warping and knobbly? I picked out a couple of runs of new blains or sores, almost in line on each leg. Yet the swelling in the feet seemed to have gone down a bit? Still, the changing daily state of the plates makes a bit of interest. I can’t imagine what it would be like to wake up with the body in the same condition as the day before. Haha!

WD128.0.0 7Sun01Washed up and off to the kitchen. The sphygmomanometer worked the first attempt. The results were another thing that caught me out this morning. Sys at 143 was a little low – Dia also low at 67, but the pulse was at 102! Maybe the clouting my legs and rushing about in response to the wee-wee and Throne needs had affected the level?

Ah-well, I must press on, lots to get done computerisationingly this morning.

Visited the WordPress Reader section. Had another (even shorter this time) UWTWW. I realised I had not put my clocks forward one hour. I only had four to do manually, the second-hand £2 wristwatch, the wall clock, and two battery-powered mini-clocks, one I keep near the computer to use as an extra alarm the other in the wet room. The wristwatch was done okay. Then the wall clock too. When it came to changing the mini-clock near the computer, the farce began:

WD128.0.0 Getting off the scabbard cover from the back, and trying not to use too much pressure and break it, it shot off and away when it did come free, hit my chin, bouncing off to his the oil-filled radiator and disappeared! When I got down on the floor to search underneath the second-hand bought 1966 E-plan cabinet, an Accifauxpa was suffered.

wda128.0.0 I pulled at the lower region, and instantly the warm wet sensation of Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding sent my spirits down a peg.

wda128.0.0 As I stretche7Sun07ad under with the torch for the plastic, I hit my head on the edge of the cabinet.

wda128.0.0 Located the bit of clock, and shoved my hand to the back to collects it. I really do not know what I caught it on, but it made me jump and had a couple of marks on the wrist then I pulled out the hand? Another Mystery of Woodthorpe Court! Aliens, Weevils, ghosts or what? Hehe!

I moved to Wee’d-Off-Defcon-Status-Three. Off to try my bestest to stop the lesion bleeding. It took a long time and used up the last of the Hydrocortisone cream.

Tap, tap and knocking noises from above.

Make a brew and took the medications. Had some cornflakes for a late brekkers, and watched some YouTube clips, before making a start on the job of making up some blog templates for future use.

Five hours later, 14:50hrs, I’d got them made up and saved to file, then began to create the blogs.

Throughout the day the tap, tap, knock-knock noises could be heard from above. Didn’t bother me at first, but as I became more and more tired, they irritated me.

7Sun10Took the medications and got a simple to make a meal of canned tomatoes and sausages.

Washed the pots, well, left them in the bowl to soak anyway.

Off to the Porcelain Throne, another messy affair.

7Sun11I took a last snap with the old Sony camera through the unwanted, hard to clean, step-ladder needing, light & view blocking new kitchen windows, of the rather moody looking skyline.

I was so tired and drained now. Yet pleased that I had got in front with the blog draughts, or should that be drafts? Hehe!

I almost flopped onto the £300 second-hand recliner. I put on a Doctor Who DVD, that’s all I recall until I reluctantly woke at 01:30hrs.

Inchcock – Sat 9 Feb 2019: Frustrating day, full of fedupedness. Tsk!

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2019 Feb 10

Saturday 9th February 2019

Croatia: Aso Toonaʻi 9 Fepuari 2019

WD 128.0.128 00:15hrs After so many annoying urinational interruptions to my night’s sleep, requiring my extrication from the £300 second-hand 1968 recliner and hobbling over to utilise the Emergency Grey Bucket, then climbing back on to the rickety recliner and foolishly expecting to get some sleep for more than what seemed ten-minutes, I gave up.  But I waffle again, Sorry! I don’t know if wee-weeing can make you tired, but I felt as if I had got no sleep in at all! 

Not a good start to the day. Grumph!

WD 128.0.128 Of course, as I was climbing up on my feet, the Emergency Grey Bucket was needed again. Flipping ‘eck! The thing was nearly full! The wee-wee was the same as those had been overnight: SUPWWs (Slow Unwilling Painful Weak Wee-wees) So Gawd knows how many visits I must have made to almost fill up the bucket? I took the container to the WC and emptied it, then to the kitchen to wash rinse and absterged the bin. As I was putting in the disinfectant, I needed to use it there and then, again! Things were not boding well for this Saturday at all! A Glum-Woebegone Mode was adopted! Well, it suited how I felt!

Washed up, and got the Health Checks done.

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6Sat10I checked on the BP chart from the web. It seems I’ve been in High Mode area (Red) for the last sixteen sphygmomanometer checks, and once in the Pre-High Blood Pressure (Yellow) bit for one reading only? The high pulse might be due to the water retention, or the Furesomide side effects, I suppose, but I won’t find out until I can get to see Doctor Vindla on Thursday. Who always finds my BP okay when she has taken it? Or hasn’t said owt if it was high or low, anyway.

But, hey-ho, I’m still here (I think). Physically almost intact, mentally damaged and in constant pain, maybe, but time will tell! Hahaha!

The wee-wees were getting more frequent but passing less and less. Do I take a Furesomide or not with my medications? My dilatoriness, dilly-dallying and procrastinational tendencies when making choices, opting for routes, buying something, etc., has got so much worse with age. Shame! I ended up taking half of a tablet. Tsk!

6Sat11Off to the Porcelain Throne.Another messy evacuation, all over in seconds! Cleaning up began.

The pins (legs) had less fluid in them I reckon, but they still felt rock hard. 

A couple of new blood papsules had appeared, and a set of spider veins had disappeared.

6Sat08I got on with updating the Friday blog. Then on the WordPress reader. In between wee-wees you understand.

I went out onto the unwanted new balcony to take some pictures of the morning outside.

I was going to take a shot to the left, but the howling winds were too strong for me to open the finger-trapping spring-clip on the window safely. The top photo is down to the right, and the bottom one, I leaned out and took a photograph upwards of the corner of the Woodthorpe Court flats.

I didn’t photograph the top, cause I thought the barbed-wire, escape alarm klaxon, machine gun nest and searchlights might give you the wrong impression. Hehehe! Ah, the humour returns?

I got the mushrooms and chopped parsnips prepped and in the slow-cooker. Then I started this blog off.

The wee-wees began to get slowly less often from here on in, but still a little painful even if short. I changed to finalising the Saturday post.

I made up some black bags, then took them to the waste-chute. Returned and gathered the laundry bag and nipped down with it, to see if a machine would be free. And one was, so I got the clothes in it and started it going. As I left the room to go out and take some photographs of outside, the lovely Jenny passed by on her way to the Saturday 6Sat13Coffee morning that she runs every week. We exchanged greetings.

The wind coming in through the outer foyer was actually so strong, it stopped the auto door from opening! I had to heave against it to get out. Hehe!

All the same, the sky looked so lovely and bright, fresh!

6Sat16I took the bags out to the caretaker’s door, on coming back in, there was pieces of cement or concrete that had been blown in, a testament to how strong the winds were this morning.

I had a seat and perused one of the books someone had left on the table, ‘Learn Spanish – lesson eleven’. The machine finished, and I swapped the gear into the dryer and started it going.

6Sat15Back up to the apartment, and nodded off in the chair. Luckily not for too long.

Woke up and went down, a little confused. The bright sunshine had departed, the wind still raged, and some tiny bits of cement or concrete we being blown into and around me? No idea where from of course, but they were too small to be of any hassle or harm.

6Sat14I checked the drying washing, that was not ready yet, and the sun began to come out as I did so.

Some residents were spotted, only a few, on their way out. A ‘Good morning’ from me got dirty looks and a sneer of contempt, so I shut up.

WD 128.0.128 I waited a while and tested the washing for dampness, and they were ready. So, I emptied the drum, cleaned the filter and casing, hitting my elbow against the corner of the sink unit at the same time, then got the clothes folded and in the bag.

Back up in the lift, into the flat, and I noticed how amazing the view was from the unwanted new windows in the kitchen. I tried to take a panoramic photograph, but this below was all I could manage. Amazing colours, I thought. Well, hue?

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6Sat12I had a breakfast with a difference for myself.

Marmite biscuits and cheese, with a gloriously tasty mug of the Glengettie Gold tea. Well, it was different! Haha!

WD 128.0.128 The weariness and fatigue fell, so early in the day too!

I was incapable of doing anything constructive. At least no visits came from Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun. Just utter exhaustion and weakness. 

I spent hours and hours just sat there in the second-hand recliner. I had a DVD on, but might as not have bothered, the brain was not registering much at all. But, I did manage to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

6Sat17I came round a bit, much later, and got something to eat, although it’s a good job I took a photo to remind myself, but cannot recall making it. Yet everything looked cared-for and laid out properly how I like for it to be? I didn’t fins any scraps in the bin, so I assume I ate it all.

I’ll be glad to get to see the Doctor this Thursday about these horrible blanks and bouts of weariness.

I expect as usual she’ll listen, tell me I’m getting on and say “Anything else?” Hehe!