Inchcock Today – Tuesday 11th February 2020: A trying Tuesday

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Tuesday 11th February 2020

Hausa: Yau Talata 11 ga Fabrairu 2020

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GM0100:05hrs: I woke, with a picture of phlebotomy Nurse Christina in my mind. She is due to call today, I think, I’ll have to check later. No demands for any bodily releases? I was moving freer this morning, I was out of the £300, second-hand, unpleasantly, grubby beige-coloured recliner, up on pegs, stick in hand, and moving to the kitchen, within three or four minutes. Smarmy-Swank-Mode engaged!

As I was putting the kettle on, a double release was needed, front and back. Off I trudged to the wet room. It really was not worth the effort! Despite all the usual signs from the innards, the attempted Throne Session was not forthcoming. And as for the wee-wee, it took me three or four minutes, and I can’t have passed more than a couple of sprinkled fluid ounces, and they were in different directions, most missed the porcelain all together.  A peculiar start to the day, proper uncharacteristic! I investigated to see if Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding, no sign of any blood. Mmm, discountenanced about this scenario.

wd 60.25.0 2 Back to the kitchen, made the tea, and took the ever-dwindling supply of medications. I must ask the Nurse to ring the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, for me. To find out if the prescriptions (that are late again this month) are coming. Or, do I have to go to Carrington to collect them. This thought made me check on what time Christina is coming. I went to check the diary. Oh, Grumpworthiness! She is not coming this week, it’s next Tuesday! Grrr!

wd 60.25.0 2 I took this shaky shot out of the unwanted, light and view-blocking new kitchen window. I apologise for the terrible quality. Two excuses, I mean, reasons. First: I blame Nottingham City Homes for building the ledges that stick out so far, that anyone under eight-foot-tall. Cannot see out at anything below, especially short-arsed disabled, bald, not wealthy, partly deaf (well, mostly), bespectacled, octagenarian old men. Who live in flat 72 and happens to be keen on photography, and knowing if any emergency vehicles are on-site because he can’t hear the fire alarm. Second: I blame my ailments. Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Stroke-Stewart, the Nicodemus Neurotransmitters dying, and Peripheral Neuropathy Pete! Lucky sod, I am!

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January Prescriptions blister-pack label? Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA

wd 60.25.0 2 But hey! If the chemist, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, can lie about delivering prescriptions after promising to do, also, fail to change the blister packs, and putting the wrong date on the stuff when it finally arrives. They can happily leave me without medication for five days as last month! The Doctor, nurses and medical team all fail to make any difference to the situation. What the heck! They’ll have dead between them, and probably be content about it. It will just mean one less old git to bother about. Only a genuine thought come worry!

Now, where was I before I went off on that paddy? Oh, yes! Gorrit now. I got with doing yesterdays blog update. It took many hours, due to having to sort the many photographs taken.

WDPH01L2wd 60.25.0 2 I had to go back to the wet room, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne had arrived from the innards. Heck, what a lengthy, painful one it was too! Solid as a rock, it took some moving after getting stuck half-way, just like it did on Monday and Tuesday. I might take a senna tablet later (I did). This time there was a fair bit of bleeding. The accompanying wee-wee was another not worth it type. A spread-out sprinkling drop or two. Things don’t feel right in this department at all.

2Tue07The moo0nb was lingering on well this morning, I thought. So, I took some photographs from the heart-rendering hated kitchen window. Two of them have the low, late moon on view.

Back to the updating task, didn’t get it finished until gone 06:00hrs! Luv-a-duck! Went on the WordPress Reader section. Then it was time for the ablutions to be done. They went okayish. As per usual, a few dropsies. A couple of tiny nicks shaving. But no bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion. I reckon I could hear the flaming ‘Hum’ while I was in the wet room!

This reminded me of talking to the other passengers on the L9 bus yesterday, and I mentioned the ‘Hum’, and a well-dressed chap looked awfully puzzled, and asked me what it was! I replied: “A bloody nuisance that drives me mad!” A couple of the ladies said they get it too! I suggested that the man look it up on Wikipedia, and it is worldwide! But no one can work out what it is or where it’s coming from! He was the only passenger to get off in Daybrook. I wonder if they are Hum-Free there? Hehe! I might try to move if so!

2Tue02I came out of the wet room, all refreshed and feeling betterer in temperament than I did earlier. So, I got the handwashing done. Taking extra care not to drop the bowl, or spill too much water over me or the floor. Of course, some got lost. I moved yesterdays washing onto the cloth airers. The jammie bottoms I hung in the wet room and left the heater on, fingers crossed I don’t forget about them.

What am I saying, me? Forget something? Hahaha!.

Then I decided the water falling on the floor, and my walking through it, created a need for the kitchen floor to be swept and mopped up! Great balls of fire; suddenly this, decision-making, determination and will-power! It can’t last long, surely? Better make a start on the floor cleaning straight away, while I’m in this unexpected and illogical, organically-impossible, semi-contented ready for work condition!

I got the floor done, and put some kitchen towelling down so, I didn’t spread muck while I went back in to make2Tue08a a brew. Why I even remembered to pick up the paper when the tiles had dried. Oh, Yes! Smug-Mode-Assumed!

wd 60.25.0 2 I thought I felt something in the lower regions that felt warm and wet! Oh, dear!

2Tue09Off to the wet room again. When I got in, the heat hit me, and the thought of ‘What the ‘eck are you doing, Inchcock? This flaming convector heater in the wet room is costing a fortune, and here you are drying your thin dressing gown with it! So, I moved it onto the flat airer, and put the t-shirt in the airing cupboard! A rare moment of logicalness there!

2Tue11Back to the wet room, to check for any bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion. All was clear, I also inspected Harold’s Haemorrhoids. No leaking there either. The warm wet feeling baffled me? While there, I had a decker at the pins (legs). Amazing! They were still pale, a few more lumps courtesy of Clopidogrel, but the surprising thing was, the blood papules had all but gone, and they only appeared yesterday! I think?

2Tue30WD 60.25.0 2A Had a Dizzy, tumbled, cracked head, not good. Must get rest, made Dagwood type sarnies, sat down and ate them. Must feel alright for visiting the Doctor in the morning. That doesn’t ring right, does it? Well, it might!

2020Feb10aPut the things in the bowl to soak, and took a snap of the impressive clouds.

I got down again in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. 

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Tues 11 June 2019: The whiffled stubbed toe is getting incommodious again? Fingers, hand & arm jerking is too. Hey-Ho!

2019 11 June

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Tuesday 11th June 2019

Greek: Τρίτη 11 Ιουνίου 2019

01:45hrs. I almost sprang awake and was just about to recall bits of a dream, when the need for wee-wee arrived. Which took precedence, and the nightmare was forgotten about. The extraction from the £300, second-hand, warped, c1968, rickety recliner, and getting myself semi-perpendicular, went well.

wd 0.0.255 Apart from the stubbed toe still being tender, and my bashing it against the sock-glide as I made my way to the wet room, the other ailments were being so kind to me. (This can’t last, of course!)

2Tue03Another encouraging sign when I took the SWDWW (Short-weak-dribbling-wee-wee), the colour seemed to be much nearer its normal.

wd 0.0.255 The not so good thing, was the toe seemed to be more tender and painful.  So I whipped off the slipper and had a decker at it. Oh, dearie me! The earlier stubbing on the sock-glide most likely brought on some more bruising? Ah, well, it was a decent clouting that I gave it!

2Tue01I set about taking the evening medications that I forgot to imbibe last night. And then got a t-shirt and a pair of socks hand-washed, and drying on the airer. I got the morning tablets out and placed the pot near to the computer, to remind me to take them later. Then did the health checks for the day. The results were good this morning, apart from the pulse that was a little high, I think.

Sys 137, Dia 70, Pulse 108 bpm, and Temp at 35.4°c.

wd 0.0.255 I got on the computer to update and finish the Monday post. It took a while, but this was mainly due to having so many photographicalistions to put on, that I took in Nottingham yesterday. The odd decent one, too. The fingers were not doing a lot of the electric-like jumping for once. But the arm and shoulder shake’s replaced them. Not complaining though, cause they are much easier to cope with when typing.

I eventually finished and sent off the diary to WordPress.

Went to make a brew of tea. Then took a horrendously lousy picture of the night. Through the unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed, new kitchen windows; with the impossible to reach panes of glass that need but will2Tue02 have to do without being cleaned glass. And, necessitate the use of the step ladders, if one wants to take a picture out and downwards of the complex. Or needs to check to see if any emergency vehicles are on site when the alarm that I cannot anyway, hear goes off.

The picture came out terrible. I’m not surprised. When the arm and shoulder-shakes come on, they might be less detrimental to the using the keyboard, although selecting things with the mouse can be dodgy; but they do tend to make taking steady pictures, difficult.

I made up a template and started this blog going.

Then went on the TFZer Facebooking, to add photographs and make comments, etc. A long job, with all the pictures I’d taken yesterday, in Nottingham. It took me hours to get done, but I enjoyed doing it.

I had to make some graphics done for later use, on CorelDraw, another time-consuming job, however, I enjoy doing these too! Worked away, even as the arm and shoulder were involuntarily dancing and jumping again! I made few cock-ups with the jerky movements, jumping and clicking icons that I didn’t even know some of them did, never used them before. So, you can understand me getting ratty with myself, as it took me ages to get back to where I was – doing it blindly, so as to speak. I just hope I haven’t reset any of… erm what’s the word. Huh, gone potty all together here… Presets. That’s not the word, but its the nearest I can get. I hope this doesn’t mean another funny-turn is coming on. I imagine that this lethologica is worse due to the stroke?

wd 0.0.255 Not complaining all the same; the nurse last week told me that two of the blokes in the Stroke Ward with me, didn’t make it out, so schtum Inchcock! One of them was, no; I’ll not mention his name, that would be thoughtless, in case anyone reads this blog. We exchanged email addresses. But the nurse spilt a jug of water over my notepad on the morning I was moved to the Residential Home. And the Arriva ambulance women who lifted me to the Acorn Home… Huh done it again, got the name wrong. I had to go on the web to find it, Humph! It was called the Oaks… I’m losing the plot here. Oh, yes, the Arriva ambulance drivers, rushed me so much, I ended up with stuff belonging to the poor chap in the next bed, and half my stuff missing!  It is now of sincere regret that we didn’t get a chance to use the emails. A grand chap. Not being morbid, just so sorry it had to happen to such a friendly and spirited young man.

Thinking about this, how the staff at the Oaks coped amazes me. At times it was like a nursery with aged adults. The kindness of some of the carers and cleaners will stay with me for as long as I have left. I took some chocolates and nibbles for them the week after I’d gone home. I really must take them some more, so they know how appreciated they were (Not all of them, of course).

Anyroad up, it took me over three hours to do one Brexit funny (A good un though, I think) and one Inchcock’s Thoughts in Rhyme.

I went to make another mug of tea, and the rain was still falling. The wee-wees seem to have slowed down. Just thought I’d mention it, like. Haha!

2Tue04

Alk08kI had a change and went on the TFZer Facebooking again. Pattie from Canada asked me if I had received a card and some flowers when I was in the Stroke ward in the hospital.

At the time, I was not really with-it when they were delivered. But could only see from the TFZers and no names. Bless yer, Pattie ♥ & Sandie ♥.

That would be the yellow flowers, in this picture that Pete took for me on a visit. I had no camera, no money, and no bank card. Pete had taken charge of them, for fear of them getting stolen. I had to scrounge a pen to do my crossword book with when the one I had dried up. No cash for papers either. But Jane kindly brought me a Nottingham Post from the day before that she had read and cut the coupons and quizzes out of. Hehe!

Back to CorelDrawing. I must get a move on, Tsk!

wd 0.0.255 Bloomin’ hard work this. I’ll have to give up, the hands, more so the arm and shoulder are going haywire too often with the shaking.

wd 0.0.255 The baby potatoes I put in the new slow-cooker three hours ago, were tested. Still rock-hard? Fed-uppererdness-Mode-Engaged!

2Tue22A change of plans then, chips again.

A super-doper meal and a half was enjoyed, despite the tiredness, the drooping eyelids, and the cracking headache and sneezing after the meal. The Aldi sourdough bread was brilliant as usual. A taste-rating of 7.9/10 for this effort, not bad at all.

It dawned on me; no porcelain Throne visits today at all. Just when I get the Cancer Screening kit to use, too. Tsk!

Did the washing up, took the medications, and sat down in the second-hand, gungy-beige recliner. Only to nod-off every ten minutes or so, and wake again. This lasted for ages.

2Tue07Got up for a wee-wee, took a picture of outside, and the rain had stopped. But it still looked a bit dodgy out there.

Head down again, I continued to nod-off every ten minutes or so, and wake again.

It was so late by the time I managed to get a decent bit of kip in. Hey-ho!