Inchcock Today – Sun 6 Oct 2019: Ended up, a nerve testing, Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing, Dizzy Dennis, worrying day. Oy Vey!

2019 sOct 06

2019 sOct 06

Sunday 6th October 2019

Swahili: Jumapili 6 Oktoba 2019

7Sun01

00:30hrs: Woke, wrestled my humungous body from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months… no, five months now, later), £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. I utilised the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for a BOBS (Blasting-Out-But-Short) wee-wee.

As I made my way to the kitchen, the ailments seemed to be being kind to me. Even the Arthur Itis knees were not as bad as they have been of late. The shakes, Hitler Saluting and the right-leg-involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing, were all calm! The finger-ends lack of sensation was a bother, though. Making the brew, I came close to dropping the mug, then the milk, then the spoon… well, you get the idea. Hehe! Oh, and the hissing, droning sounds were joined by a few knocks and taps this morning.

I thought about Josie and hoped she’d got her new heaters working. Then, another BOBS (Blasting-Out-But-Short) wee-wee was passed. Took the medications, and to the computer. I was so far behind with things, I had to do some graphics to start this post going.

A cracking head-ache came from nowhere as I typed and retyped the mistakes, many caused by the insensitive to touch finger-ends, other by my natural uneducated ignorance. The stomach rumbled and grumbled, brewing up for the Porcelain Throne activities, I expect.

7Sun03I went on the WordPress Reader, then off to the Throne, as a matter of urgency… And a decent, clean, not too messy evacuation flowed! One of the most comfortable for a long time! Most copacetic!

I had a wash and changed the PP’s. The pins (legs) knees were a lot less warped, maybe this shows why Colin Cramps was not as bad as he had 7Sun04been, overnight? I did note the almost light blue whatever it is above the right knee. No pain from it, even when I pressed it. I’d like to learn how and or why, and what these short-lived blotches are a sign of. I think that Consultant Stroke Physician Dr Senthhil K Raghunathan may have found the cause in his latest examination report. He mentioned Clopidogrel, causing a rash all over the legs! I must look that up later. All I need to do is remember to do it! Tsk!

I did an Ocado order, after seeing they had the Glengettie Gold teabags back in stock; unless they are conning me! If they send substitutes on Wednesday, I’ll send them back!

WDPright03WD 100.20.0 Then I moved on to updating the Saturday post. A bit of a fracas, alarums and excursions as the right leg offered up one of its performances of a more energetic mode of the involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances. It caught me out a little, and I had a job not to fall off of the chair! But, it only lasted about 20 seconds, then it died down, and the shoulder gave a Hitler salute (I wrapped my knuckles on the computer screen), and it all went quiet.

The humming, droning noise is loud again! Hello, off to the Throne again… Well, that was another twenty-second evacuation, but not messy at all!

Got the updating done, and sent off to WordPress. Put a few piccies on Pinterest. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then caught up with the TFZers Facebooking.

I got Josie’s potato and some mushrooms in the saucepan. Then made a brew and ate a mini BBQ pork pie with some Twiglets and an apple for a late breakfast.

Got Josie’s ingredients ready, and got the ablutions tended to. Fingers crossed with the sock-glide-battle! Here goes… No Accifauxpas apart from some dropsies, as is usual.

7Sun05To the kitchen and prepped Josie’s meal. Mashed the spud with cheese, butter, vinegar, salt and a drop of soy sauce. Sugar-snap peas, beetroot, mushrooms, tomatoes, an apple and gherkins. Limoncello dessert on the tray. Mixed the tuna with some mayonnaise, and added the potatoes.  Served it up, and delivered it on the server to Josie’s apartment for consumption. I got back to the flat and washed the pots used.

7Sun07I sat down to watch something on TV and nodded off! Woke with a jolt, hastily got the scarily ever-growing again body from the recliner, and made use of the bucket, for a wee-wee, of the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) style.

The thirst was still with me, and I took this photograph as I got the kettle on the boil.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 One heck of a visit from Dizzy Dennis as I was getting the cuppa made. Short in duration, but it left me unsteady for a while, as I clung to the countertop, sure I was going to go over and make contact with the floor. By the time I felt steady enough to carry on, the tea had gone cold, and I’d lost interest in drinking it anyway. Tsk!

7Sun06I decided to have rice again for today’s nosh and checked the cupboard for available flavourings. In went: mushrooms, soy sauce, BBQ sauce, basil, BBQ oil, tomatoes and oregano in the saucepan, and warmed it up to boiling. Then added the rice, and franks, continuing to stir the mixture non-stop as it cooked. I felt sure as the wonderful aroma of all the spices and herbs drifted up my nostrils, that I must have overdone the seasoning. Oy Vey!

7Sun08My allotriophagy with the seasonings, proved for once to be spot on, and to my odd tastebud’s delight, and got a Flavour-rating of 9.4/10 from me!

I ate this spread with deglutition and degust, savouring every mouthful! The excellent, possibly unsurpassable taste of this ambrosial concoction, prompted me to write down the ingredients added, for another taste-feast in the future! Smug-Mode-Engaged!

WDPStraightWD 100.20.0 When it came to doing the washing up, I found that the hot water was cold! The longest time I’ve gone in this flat without the hot water heater tripping, leaking, flooding or breaking down was the six weeks I’d had in hospital after the stroke! I must not forget to inform a warden if I can find one. Else, ask Jenny to help me yet again, to ring them for me to advise them and ask for help. But, I do not like having to keep bothering the kind-hearted gal.

If I can get a message out, it might mean my having to stay in for the plumber to arrive tomorrow, but, Hey-ho!

7Sun10I nodded off within minutes of resettling in the £300 second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner. I woke an hour or so later in need of a wee-wee again. A change in style this one, it was an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) type.

I took this fantastic picture of the sky, as I went to check if the hot water had come back on. Of course, it was a hopeless wild-goose chase, lost cause, and waste of time.

I got back down in the rusty, scarily-beige-coloured, grotty recliner. I thought I’d look at what was on the TV.

I know no more… until I woke up with a jump, in need of a wee-wee again, three-hours later!

Inchcock Today – Friday 4th October 2019: Some frabjous moments today!

2019 sOct 05a

2019 sOct 04

Friday 4th October 2019

Filipino: Biyernes Ika-4 ng Oktubre 2019

5Fri01

WD 0.0.255 2 01:10hrs: I needed a wee-wee on waking up, after a night of not-a-lot of kipping. Mainly down to the Colin Cramps agony, and the repeated needs of the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) throughout the flaming night! The Cramps were the worsed I have ever experienced. Fingers, feet, knees and legs, hands, etc. were all affected, and nastily! I missed taking the Magnesium tablet last night, that might have been the reason for Colin Cramps visitations? As for the wee-weeing, that continued for hours, repeatedly. Everyone was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. I’ve probably got an infection again. Back to the diary proper after that little moan. Sorry.

5Fri004WD 0.0.255 2 As I attempted to move the limbs, the Cramps returned with a viciousness. I’m sure that it bent the leg at one stage! I applied some more of the ineffective Fenbid-Forty pain gel. I think I must have used ¾ of the last tube overnight.

I got myself out of the Xyrophobia-suffering, zillionaire Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, £300, c1968, second-hand, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty recliner. I grabbed the stick and went off to the kitchen to take the medications with extra pain-killers and take the belated Magnesium tablet. I had to, yet again, visiting the GPEB en route for the umpteenth BOBSL wee-wee!

WD 0.0.255 2 I got the kettle on and moved the handwashing from last night to the airer. Made the tea and took the medications, and had to answer the summoning from the innards for the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was plentiful, but once more, of a typical Diarrhorea Donald style, messy!

(I shall not mention the wee-wees again for a bit, but they seemed to be coming around every fifteen minutes, and all of the same GPEB mode.) Which is worrying, as they come on rather urgently! I had hoped to get out today for a stiff hobble. If things don’t change, this will be too risky. I’ll just put a (WW) in the text.

I made a start on updating yesterdays blog. Despite all the water leakages, I still had a hell of a thirst on me, and kept making brews all the time?

WDPright04WD 0.0.255 2 On one such trip to the kitchen, I had a Whoopsie and serendipitous luck at the same time. I’ll explain: I was taking the freshly washed and dried mug from the sink to the counter near the kettle – the leg burst into one of its imitations of a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and I dropped the cup, which then (bear in mind it is a delicate China mug), hit the server tray shelf, and I ditched the walking stick in a forlorn effort to catch the receptacle, but was far too slow – and it bounced off of the tray, and landed straight in the waste bin, without touching the sides, which was full of screwed up kitchen towels from my drying off the draining board earlier. UNDAMAGED!

WDPright04So, on the bright side, it was empty when I lost it, and somehow it didn’t get broken or even chipped as it bounced off the plastic tray and landed, almost gently, in the bin! Fair enough, I did stub the same poor-old toe again against the metal leg of the server, but with the nerve-ends playing up at that instant, I hardly felt a thing!  (WW)

WDPright04That cheered me up a bit, and with all the people I met yesterday still in mind, Jenny, Joyce, the nurse, the window cleaner and partner, I perked up. I thought well if I can’t go out because of the risk of any leaks, it doesn’t matter, I’ll get caught up on the graphicalisationing.

wdp02LeftWD 0.0.255 2 Then as I returned to the diary work, the innards suddenly brast into a rumbling, grumbling with sharp stabbing pains! I should have known something like this would happen, it usually does. My good-luck standard is cataclysmal, ill-omened, or anathematised, but I’ve got used to it now. Haha! I anticipate another visit to the Porcelain Throne will be needed shortly. (WW)

I went on the WordPress Reader for a perusal. Some great stuff on it!

Back to the updating of the Thursday blog. Got it all finished off, then went on TFZer Facebooking. 

Made a start of this post. Got myself in a mess, when the finger-ends began to lose their sense of touch. (Exasperated sigh released!)

(WW) I made yet another mug of tea and had some biscuits with it.

WD 0.0.255 2 Ablutions needed, if I am to go out? The shaving produced just one tiny cut. The dropsies were rampant today: The soap (2). The flannel (2). The razor (3). The socks (4) The mouth-wash bottle. The toothpaste, the toothbrush, the drain-unblocker, the shower-head, the sock-glide and the kitchen towel roll! I had to get a move on, that may have been the reason for the multitudinous dropping of things? Too late to sort and take the black bags, as I did not want to miss the bus up to Mapperley Top.

5Fri23Got things ready, and out and down the lift and walked through the link passages to Winthorpe Court.

In the expansive social room, I managed a natter with a couple of residents for a minute. Then moved outside to the bus stop. What a gang of Winwood 5Fri006Heights tenants were there too! I enjoyed listening to their insults, put-downs, moans, laughs and general gossiping. Hehe!

The Nottingham bound bus came in behind the Bestwood L9. Most of the gang got on the first bus, I mounted the Nottingham bus, with a few of our clan. Malcolm and I got off about three 5Fri007bus stops or so later, at the Sherwood Rise – Woodborough Road junction.

I made my way to the Aldi store. It was busy, but nobody ran into me with there trolleys, or shoved and barged me out of the way, or trod on my foot like they did last week! Tsk!

Accifauxpas GCWD 0.0.255 2 I dropped some things as I went round, as the fingertips went all nerve-unresponsive on me – luckily no glass jars or bottles, though. I got to the checkout and bought: Homestyle frozen chips. Citrus scented room spray. Some mini-BBQ flavoured pork pies. Vine tomatoes. Brunswick German smoked ham (two packs). “2×2 Sourdough baguettes, and two tins of garden peas. It was enough to force me to faffle-about at the checkout, getting the stuff in the bags. The young lady on the checkout was patient enough with me, the bloke in the queue behind me was not so understanding. Humph!

I paid, and moved away, to sort out the bags, heavy stuff in the wheeler, others in the carrier bag. When I got outside, the rain had stopped altogether.

I took a careful, steady hobble along Woodborough Road. Walking in a dream world and feeling so placid and calm, it concerned me. No worries, fretting or fears. I even stopped at the Haunted Museum, to take photos of its frontage. They had fitted some real-flame-looking old lanterns outside. The opening hours prevent me from visiting, cause I’d like to have done, but the 11:00hrs start is a little late for me. I’d probably fall asleep while going around the museum! Haha!

5Fri08

4Thu12I later found this 1929 photo of the Grand Opening event for the original building, The Majestic Cinema!

I turned down the Mapperley Rise hill. Always a risk with this trolley, especially on the uneven pavements. Not only is it so steep, but today, there were many obstacles to overcome to get down to the flats. Oy Vey!

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You can see how serrated, uneven, and prerupt the hill’s pavement is. I had a couple of occasions when I thought I might lose control of the three-wheeler. But with skill, efficiency, and pot-luck, I kept it perpendicularish. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

5Fri15As I got onto level ground, I began to sing to myself, the mind went into Inductive-Reasoning mode for a while, as I pondered, but not for long, on the Brexit situation. Then, the mind reverted to its usual sort of blankness and state of voidness.

As I neared the people-less Winwood Heights flats, I decided to go up on Winwood Court’s roof to take some pictures.

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5Fri23I enjoyed the little photographic meander, out on the roof.

Back down in the lift, and hobbled on with the trolley and shopping along the persons-free link-passageway to Woodthorpe Court.

The fire-installation lads were using the elevators to transport equipment up and down. 5Fri24Buy no bother to me, I was in no rush.

I go back into the flat, and still didn’t need a wee-wee?

Well, that’s a change!

I got the nosh bought put away.

5Fri25Then got the black bags sorted out, and along with the box of recyclables, I departed the flat. Took three bags and deposited them down the waste chute, then down in the lift with the box. Frank got in the elevator on the way down, and we had a little nattering session. Steve, the caretaker, was in the lobby on the ground floor and took the box from me to save me going outside with it. Jolly-Good chap!

WDPright03WD 0.0.255 2 I returned up to the flat, and the wee-weeing started again! After the first one, they flowed regularly! Although not so frequent as they did earlier in the morning, I’m glad to say. This and all the following leakage maneuvres were of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode again.

I started to update this post. Inbetween wee-wees and making several mugs of tea. Why am so thirsty?

Got the nosh cooking and did the handwashing while the chips were in the oven.

5Fri25Then prepared the Dagwood sandwich based, nosh. Which got a flavour-rating of 6.5/10. I could not eat it all, a lot went into the bin, but I enjoyed what I did eat. I wasn’t too struck on the mini BBQ flavoured pork pies, but they are okayish.

Washed the pots. Took the evening medications, and got down in the £300, second-hand, tatty, rickety, revoltingly-beige-coloured, recliner. Sleep, as usual lately, was resistant to come, but on the other hand, I stayed awake longer and watched some TV without the nodding-offs for a change.

Up for another (Wee-Wee), and back down… Ah, sleep!

Inchcock – Wed 27 Feb 19: Melancholies, perturbations, despondencies, fervencies, contentments, gratefulness, sentimentalities, frustrations, even euphoricallness, all played their part today!

ZZZZW04g

2019 Feb 25

Wednesday 27th February 2019

Swahili: Jumatano 27 Februari 2019

01:35hrs. I was up and out of the £300 second-hand Ci 1968 recliner and utilisationing the Emergency-Grey-Plastic-Wee-wee-Bin within a minute of getting my balance and on my feet! Although I coped without too much hassle in rising this morning, the left foot heel, and the right knee patella were both tender and painful. But this didn’t phase me, because, Kevin Kidney, Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Reflux Roger, and Headache Henrietta were all being compliance in the hassle stakes. Fair enough, Duodenal Donald did kick off later, and Henrietta in the afternoon. But things could have been so much worse. The fear of the knee giving way again was my only real worry.

With staying up late (for me) last night, in case the Nottingham City Homes electrician or plumber arrived to sort out the shower for me, meant my sleep pattern was ruined again, although the mystery phone-call waking up must take its share of the blame. Tsk!

I cleaned and refreshed the emergency bucket, and got on with the Health Checks.

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3Wed001aThe Sys was down, but the Dia was up in relation to this. Not that I can fathom out if this good or bad.

WD 0.0.255c I then took the morning medications. But, in doing so, I become cognisant of the fact that I had again forgotten to take the evening doses yesterday! So, I swallowed just the Warfarin, Simvastatin and Indapamide from the evening pot, then took the mornings.

Oh, I do annoy myself at times! Klutz!

I got the computer on to update Monday’s blog… WD 0.0.255c Grrr!

3Wed03

3Wed01aI went to make a mug of tea while it was down. Only one of the five blue lights were showing on the Virgin box.

The sky and view outside looked rather attractive, so I made a snap of it. Almost like a painting. Don’t you think?

I pondered for a few moments, on who it was that may be out and about in Nottingham at this time in the morning. The emergency services, the muggers, the Pavement Cyclists, sleeping security guards, the burglars, street-sleepers, delivery drivers, importers of illegal immigrants, drug gangs, social security fiddlers, MI5 agents, alcoholics, shoplifters, night porters, Takeaway workers, Dentists working out how to charge more for unnecessary work. Social security claimants, swapping their children with other parents to pretend they each have 24 children to support. NHS staff, the Chat-line operatives, Alcoholics Anonymous, Polish and Romanian gangs stripping the cables from the motorway, and Politicians up late fiddling their expenses, etc.

Back to the computer, and it was working again, now! Hurrah! Made a start on the updating.

WD 0.0.255c Off to the throne. Another messy evacuation. Tried the shower, red lights again. Turned it off. Little Inchies Lesion had been bleeding again.

Got on with the blog again, and finished it off and sent it to WordPress.

3Wed05a1I began doing this post for about three hours, then decided to get some breakfast.

A savoury one this morning. Marmite cheese and biscuits, mini pie and a few pickled mushrooms, with a mug of tea.

I watched some accident clips on the U-Tube site. Then went on the WP Reader.

Tried the shower, but still not working. I finished off the Tuesday post. Stand-up ablutions tended to.

Got myself dressed and everything ready for a trip into the City Centre. I was doing the checking to make sure everything was alright and no taps left on, doors open, the stove left on, electrics were safe, etc. when the door chime chirped into life.

08:40hrs: It was two chaps from the Nottingham City Homes maintenance team, come to look at the shower-head. They checked out the state of the head. Declared they would be back shortly and went to get a showerhead from the van, presumably.

They returned with mud on their shoes and set about fixing the shower for me. The replacement head did not have any controls for the spray. The man told me I can buy one from Wilko if I wanted one. Which is what I decided to do later today. Not so much a luxury for me, more a need. After I have bleeding from the lesion or rear end, I feel the need to have a good lather-up and a strong jet blast from the showerhead, to clean things up well-enough to feel comfortable. I can also give the feet a blast, being as it is uncomfortable for me to reach them. Ah, the joys of old-ageing! Hehe!

I thanked the lads and off they went.

3Wed05a1aFollowed shortly after by me. Both of the lifts were working again.

I made my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. I greeted the five residents in the room with a cheery “Morning each, hope you’re all well!” In return I got, a ‘Hmm!’, a ‘Yea’, a blank stare of surprise, and two ‘Morning’ in reply! I said, “Well, its good to know you’re all so cheerful!” Which got a couple of laughs. We had a little natter between us, which I liked.

I advised Obersturmführeress Warden Deana, and Sturmbannführeress Julie of the shower having been done for me, and a little chinwag.

Out to the bus stop for another little chinwagging session. Caroline from the Care Home further up the road provided me with a bit of gossiping en route to town. She is not in good spirits at the moment. Bless her. I tried to cheer her up a bit.

3Wed18We alighted the bus and parted to do our own shopping. I went into the Wilko store in search of a shower-head and liquid soap flakes.

I got the shower head for £11, which I thought a bargain. It has variable settings for the water jet on it. I ended up at the checkout with this head and a bag of jelly babies, the Liquid Soap Flakes, laundry freshener and an air spray.

Then I paid and departed walking over the road and to the Tesco store. I spent a good while sorting through their out of date bread, ending up getting a pack of the bread thins, 3Wed06and they had the Sweet & Sour pot noodles on offer, so I got a couple of them.

Then I had a wander around, along Milton Street and up by the KFC through Trinity Square, down Trinity Walk, then over Parliament Street and down King Street to the slab square.

There were so many more retail units closed down in Nottingham than I’ve ever seen. This does not bode well for the future.

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The things I’d seen today, closed shops, sour faces, etc. had got to me. I felt a little depressed. Made my way up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop to wait for the lift home. A gentle tap on my back was felt, it was Caroline joining me at the stop. She chatted with me as we drove home on the bus. I gave her a take-care and thumbs-up as she departed to her home.

Had a quick few words with the residents getting on the bus I’d just got off of. I enjoy having these sarcastic comments, insults and smiles thrown at me from the gang when I get back home. Hehehe!

I popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Brigadeführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Detention cells. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, and informed the Guards that I had got the showerhead, and gave them a flash of it. Hehehe! Deana kindly told me to let her know if I need any help fitting it. Bless her cotton socks!

3Wed14The temporary-footpath from the bus stop to Woodthorpe Court that is partly-shared with the contractor’s cranes, diggers, tractors, the delivery lorries, and dog-walkers will be sadly missed when its all over (If I’m still alive then, of course). As will the heart-helping shocks of nearly getting knocked-over or into.

Crossing this road to the foyer is most inspiring and nervous-making! Haha! They have no 3Wed19options but to block things, it’s the nature of the building game.

Into the flat, had a wee-wee SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee variety) and put the purchases away.

WD 0.0.255c Putting away the liquid-soap-flakes, the bottle slipped through the fingers as Colin-cramps interfered with the process. The good part was it didn’t burst open… the sad part is it bounced up and landed right down on my corn!

Then I got the nosh planned. I would have some meat sarnies using the wholemeal bread thins, with plenty of sliced tomatoes. 3Wed21I got the oven warming up to cook the oven chips, then made up the sarnies. I might add a few pickled mushrooms as well. Ah, the life of a megalithic, epicurean, gastronome! Hehehe!

I put the chips in when the oven had heated up.

I got a rinse and changed into the jammie bottoms and tops for once. Checked the pins (legs). The ‘Nobbliness’ was returning, and the fluid appeared to be increasing again?

Had another wee-wee, they seem to be coming more frequently tonight. Did the Health Checks.

3Wed20The whole nosh was excellent this time out. The chips, although pale looking, tasted wonderful. And I judged the amount right for my taste-buds for once.

Had a wee-wee. Washed up. Sat down with a mug of tea, and fell asleep.

WD 0.0.255c But not for long, in fact, only about an hour or so. An almighty (or so it seemed at the time) banging that lasted only a few seconds woke me up.

I got up to take a look around. I ended up not knowing if I’d actually heard a noise or dreamt it? Nothing untoward found.

Did the last belated Health Checks and the medication imbibing.

As I lay there back in the £300 second-hand rickety ci 1968 recliner, I wondered if I should watch the TV or not… it didn’t matter, off I drifted into a nightmare-ridden sleep! Tsk!

Inchcock – Mon 25th Feb 19: This Monday deteriorated as it went… The Cramp’s night attacks assured I got little sleep. Fed-up? Me?

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Monday 25th February 2019

Scots Gaelic: Diluain 25 Gearran 2019

00:30hrs. I woke with remnants of yesterdays horrendous headaches still lingering, but far less acutely, and the wrists and arms itching away like mad, I’ve no idea why. I had to release my overly stomach-burdened body from the £300 second-hand ci 1968 rickety recliner and made use of the Emergency Grey Plastic Bin for a wee-wee. While taking this VSWWW (Very short Weak-Wee-wee), I realised that the bin had hardly been used overnight. Whereas yesterday morning it was three-quarters full, this morning there was only perhaps signs of a couple of uses. I thought about not taking the Furesomide this morning; I’ve got to go out for the Warfarin INR blood test anyway.

Then as I went into the kitchen with the plates, cutlery and tray left over from last nights meal and got them in the sink to soak, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was a lot less messy this visit. While sat there, I noticed that the leg fluid seemed to have gone down again, not entirely, but far less retention for sure. What there was remaining, had all gone down to the ankles and feet. I washed the dandies and took these pictures of the much-improved situation.

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The wound seemed to be in an amelioration mode? I could not see any new papsules that had appeared since yesterday. And, the distorted Arthur Itis and Fluid Retention right Lunar Surfaced knee appeared calmer, to me. Here I am, having waited over two weeks to hear from the Health Centre for the swab results and appointment for the legs to be checked over, and now, just when the leg things start clearing up of its own accord, you can bet I’ll be summoned by the medics, who will no doubt be dismissive and annoyed that things will not be looking too bad. I got a bit confused writing that!

WD0.0.128 Washed the pots up, made a brew, went to take the medications, and found I had not taken last nights doses! What a blunder-headed schlub I am! So, I just took the two Warfarin, the magnesium and Simvastatin tablets out of the night pot, and digested them along with the morning dosages.

I did the Health Checks, then went on the computer to make up last weeks record on Excel and made the graph.

1Mon01

This morning’s Sys was high. The temp had gone up too, but that’s always been lower than it should be, though.

I checked the timing for this mornings surgery visit to the nurse. 09:25hrs, it is. So I must get the ablutions started at 07:30hrs, to give myself time to clean up and get things ready to set off in time (0830hrs) for the hobble into Carrington. I pondered pointlessly over how it will go this time. Will I get a rollicking again? Depends on which nurse is on duty.

I got the nibbles in the bag, then got on with the updating of the Sunday blog. Got it all done and posted off. Had a VSWWW, only the second of the day, so I might get through the 55-minute walk to Sherrington Park Surgery without having to hold back any wee-weeing instincts? Hopefully!

I went on the WordPress Reader, then started on this blog.

1Mon06Got up to here, and then made a mug of Glengettie tea and a pot of porridge for brekkers.

Got the ablutions sorted.

WD0.0.128 Unfortunately, the shower stopped as soon as turned it on. The reds lights flashed up again, ‘No Water’ and ‘Reset Needed.’ Another  Woodthorpe Court Mystery! Because as far as I know, it only happens in my flat, no one believes me! Especially when sometimes I can turn it off at the power, then try again later, and it works, not every time, though. Grumph! So, I had a stand-up wash and shave.

My usual trait of accepting things are going to go wrong more for me than others, is being proven repeatedly. I believe that now I am in my dotage and second-childhood stage of life, my capableness, adeptness, abilities and lucidity, will fail along with the memory and concentration, as the mind and physical controls fall into decay along with my caducity?

1Mon07WD0.0.128 I got the things in the bag, took the black bags to the waste chute, collected my bag and recycling stuff, and set out. Still only the one lift working again.

Left the bag near the caretaker’s door and hobbled to Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Being so early, there was only Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana in the shack. Had a quick natter, then off on my way to the surgery.

As  I left the hut, I took these pictures of Winchester Court. Wonder what the antennas are for?

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1Mon07cWinchester Court is looking alright now.

WD0.0.128 The Winchester Street Art that had been deposited by some Nottinghamian fly-tipper was still there. The kiddies meal seat had gone, and the bag full of rubbish had had more stuff added to it.

I pressed on down the hill, and halfway or so down, I found an obstacle that needed getting by on the pavement. Some builderers at work. They’d not left much room for folks to get by on the sidewalk, but they had little choice as far as I could tell.

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1Mon08WD0.0.128 I walked up Mansfield Road, and when I got near the Library, the Charity Shop’s clothing bank bin had been gone through and clothing removed.

Not nice is it? Maybe it was someone who was homeless? But I doubt it.

The sun was coming out stronger now, but it wasn’t a warm one.

1Mon09Up over the hill and down into Carrington and the surgery. I was well-pleased at my hobbling-rate, and I arrived there about 25-minutes early. Smug-Mode-Engaged. Haha!

There was an aura; if that’s the word, about the place this morning. The receptionist signaled with her hand for me to sit down. So I did!

Within five minutes; I’d only just got the crossword book out, Nurse Ann came to collect me.

WD0.0.128 She asked me if I was doing alright, and very nearly broke into a smile! Very unnerving! The unsettling and nerve-wracking blood sample session was done, without me being told-off or being spoken to in a raised voice about anything, too! It put me entirely off my strokeBut it was nice! I handed out the nibble-treats and departed.

I checked the time I had, and there was plenty of it to get some shopping done at Lidl, and still catch a bus back to Sherwood in time to use the L9 bus to get back up the hill.

1Mon12I ended up spending a lot more than I had planned to. I used the self-serve tills, without any problems Swank-Mode-Engaged! I got a bottle of orange barley cordial, some Easter treats for the gals, Italian nougat, seasoned potato slices, French Nougat, Yoghourts, cooked meats, fresh tomatoes and something I rarely if ever buy; Ready-made Breakfast sandwiches.

When I saw them, the idleness in me came out, and I bought a packet to have with the sliced potatoes and some tomatoes, for an easy meal. Shame-Mode-Adopted! Hehehe!

WD0.0.128 I caught a bus back to Sherwood and called in the Wilko store to get some liquid soapflakes. But, they had sold out! Spit! I got some air spray.

I called in a Charity Shop, but nothing of interest was found. Then limped up to the bus stop. And I mean limped! The right knee had come loose. Naturally, as this had happened once before, and I remember the pain of getting it back in position, I stood still where I was on the pavement, to hopefully let it reset itself.

I decided to take a picture of down Mansfield Road. As I took one, Eric, from Winchester Court came into view. So I zommed in a bit and took one of him as well.

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He did make me laugh! We had a chinwag, moan and quibble about things.

WD0.0.128 The bus arrived, and I was getting on last, and as I lifted the leg up to get on the vehicle, the damned patella floated out! It didn’t half look nasty. But, most pleasingly, it went back in the first try when I manoeuvered it! Super-Smug-Mode-Adopted! Of course, it hurt! Hehe!

Back up to the flats, Eric said his farewells after he carried my bags off of the bus for me. Bless his cotton socks! Nora was sat on the bus bench, and I gave her a chocolate rose! I think she liked it. Then as the other bus arrived, Penny got off, and we walked along Chestnut Way nattering. I handed her a chocolate rose.

I got in the flat and took the belated Furesomide tablet with the midday doses. Put the purchases away and got the oven warming up for the potatoes.

WD0.0.128 I tried to open the packet of sandwiches but got in a pickle. Ended up using the scissors. These packages could be used to store C4 in, they are that hard to get into. Hahaha!

Did some updating to this blog.

Chips in the oven.

Health Checks, done.

1Mon99bThis idle-nosh was much enjoyed, despite my not being able to eat it all.

I left the white bread sarnie… after picking out the sausage from it. Hahaha!

Once settled down with the TV on, the Colin Cramps started! Fingers, hands and toes were the worst affected. I’ve not had a session so bad for years. What was a full tube of Propain Gel, had about a quarter of the stuff left within three hours. I don’t believe it had any effect on the pain, but maybe just rubbing it in might have helped? Naturally, I could not reach to medicate the toes or feet. I used up the last of the can of Deep Heat on the tootsies, again to no effect. Oy Vey!

A phone call came in and, I could not find the mobile in time to answer it before it stopped.

I was woken up many times with the cramp pains, and frustrated, to say the least.

Enough already!

Inchcock Today – Sun 24th Feb 19: Despite all the Calamities, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, Ailments and Multitudinous Wee-wees; Peace within, reigned!

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2019 Feb 24

Sunday 24th February 2019

Hungarian: 2019. február 24., vasárnap

WD 200.11.10 00:35hrs. I stirred into semi-ersatz life, with the most wretched and tormenting headache I can ever remember having in my life (Using the word life, in its loosest definition). I put this down to last night’s nasty Dizzy Dennis attack.

I lay there, pondering over whether to risk taking any extra Codeines to counter the annoying almost audibly hearable (to me, anyway), drone-drone and throbbing from the cephalalgia.

WD 200.11.10 It then dawned on me, as my slowly awakening brain, registered that I needed a wee-wee, the Porcelain Throne and that Little Inchies fungal lesion was emitting the dreaded wet and warm tingling sensation that comes when it is bleeding!

I thought to myself: “This is not going to be one of my better days!” Not for this old Shlimazel!

WD 200.11.10 As I dismounted the c.1968 rickety, rusty, rattling recliner, more problems presented themselves.

  • The left foot’s heel had swollen more than the rest of the legs and feet and proved to be a handicap for me to walk without pain each time I put the foot down.
  • Arthur Itis in the already misshaped warped right knee was causing more discomfort.
  • Kidney Pain Kevin was active from the moment I moved.
  • I found the Emergency Grey Wee-Wee Bin was nearly half full. (But again, I could not recall waking or getting out the recliner and using it overnight?) Then I had to use it.

WD 200.11.10 Then, I knocked the bottle of spring water off of the Ottoman. Oddly, there were no under-the-breath cursings or self-pitying; Just deference to my medical-misfortunes. A surrender to, and submission to the situation. A belief, nay, a conviction, that this is how things are now, and I had the ability to bounce back! (Worryingly. Hehe!) 

Off to wet room first. Much to be done in there this morning. The evacuation was another messy one-push-and-all-over classification. But Trotsky Terence’s influence seemed less powerful this time. (Crossing fingers here!)

7Sun01I Checked out the pins (legs) and wound next.

The new spots of papsules around the healing original wound were spreading up and around the leg now. The lower parts of the limb were much more fluid-filled than the top half. None of the sensations of worms inside trying to get out, were present this morning.

As for the moon-crater resembling right knee, that Arthur Itis is now having a bash at, it had lost some of the colouring blotches. But, it looked like the patella could go into an eruption-mode at any time. Hehe!

I gave up on getting the socks on, just too painful to do. Thankfully I do not need to go out today. I hope things improve for tomorrow’s surgery visit.

Cleaning and medicationalisationing Inchies fungal lesion was the worst part of the visit. The pain and stopping the bleeding took me ages to get done. (A few silent mutterings that included some Arghs and curse words were uttered!)

Had another wee-wee. They were now coming in the SSVDWW (Short-Sharp-Variable-Dribbling-wee-wees) style.

I’d been up an hour already, and had got nothing done other than bodily movements and medicationalisationing. Tsk! I got the Emergency Grey Wee-wee Bin cleaned and disinfected. I put antiseptic and Zoflora citrus disinfectant, a laundry pod and a handful of soap powder in the bin. Hopefully, this will reduce the whiff from it when it is used. Taking it back to its location near the computer, I had to use it!

Back to the kitchen, washed my hands and got the Health Checks done.

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7Sun02Despite all the hassles and accifauxpas this morning, I was mildly pleased to see that the BP had come down a tad.

I made a brew of the extra-strong Gengettie tea, and took it to the computer, with the intention of getting yesterdays blog updated ready for sending off.

WD 200.11.10 But not yet it proved, as en route, I spilt the tea, and it fell mostly on my pyjama bottoms! Oh, dearie me!

I made another brew and got on with the Saturday post. Just writing about Micheal’s visit cheered me up a bit. I will not let my unfortunatisms get me down today! Notwithstanding this chronic persistent headache perhaps. I took the medications, an extra Codeine (that seems to have failed to ease the head pains), and a Furesomide. I might have to try another Codeine later if things don’t get any better with this unique to me head-slitting hemicrania. Never before has Inchcock been bothered by such a migraine! Of course, it could be something else more serious, but best to not think of that. Hehe!

Finally, I got on with the updating. I didn’t get it finished until late on in the morning. And I reckon that around eight interceptions for a wee-wee and one for another Porcelain Throne session didn’t help.

I had to empty, clean and disinfect the Emergency-Grey-Bin again. Washed the hands and contact surface areas with the antisepticated cloth.

7Sun07I took this photo of the skyline from the unwanted light & view blocking, with glass that is impossible for me to reach to clean new kitchen window.

It looked so peaceful out there. Considering the latest headlines from the Nottingham Post: Body found in park, Spike in knife crime, City Centre stabbing – Man with lifethreatening injuries, Armed Police stand-off after Machete attack, Dangerous sex attacker at large after escaping from prison van, on the way from Nottingham, Man arrested after assault outside Aspley pub, Pensioner, 78, threatened with a knife and left unconscious after burglary, Prison officer jailed after she ‘fell in love’ with convicted murderer, Two arrested following armed robbery, Woman is banned from Home Bargains store after defecating on a bench outside, ‘Experienced’ thief stole car parked at Asda – but he’s been given a chance to go straight, Lawyer with possible ‘addiction’ to child porn sent image to chat room user, Witness appeal after man kicked in the head and assaulted by three men, Police hunt three masked men armed with air pistol, machete and baton after robb7Sun07aery, Three men to appear in court charged in connection with Sherwood pub burglary, Nottingham woman to appear in Jamaican court after seizure of cocaine worth $4million, Man, 21, stabbed in broad daylight outside Nottingham takeaway, and Plans to bring the World Naked Bike Ride to Nottingham underway!

Anyone wishing to spend a holiday in Nottingham, you might like to stay at the Park Inn by Radisson, on Mansfield Road. Then, when you get yourself an armed guard escort, you can pop up the road and see me at the surgery three times a week, for a chinwag and gossip! Hehehe!

I made a start on this blog after posting the Saturday one off to WordPress. Well, after another wee-wee. The evacuations have now turned to LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wees). I stood there with Emergency Grey Bin in hand and the trickle started. By the time it had ended, the heel of the left foot had started hurting with my standing for so long. I nearly nodded off a couple of times. But, I will not let it get me down today! This new found resolution I’d acquired is a bit worrying, to say the least. Another Woodthorpe Court Mystery for me to get confused over!

7Sun10I went to make another brew of tea, and the previously hidden moon made an appearance! I thought it might be a good idea, to go out on the balcony take a shot of it.

WD 200.11.10 It wasn’t, as it turned out. Although I was pleased with my careful manipulation of the already rusting metal pressure spring opener on the side window, and getting any fingers trapped this 7Sun11atime. My being perhaps over-confident with this, I banged my wrist on the clip when closing the window! I now have the funniest looking welt on the wrist!

But the oddest of all, was as I took the picture, Colin Cramps attacked and distorted the fingers all overthe place. Haha, serves me right!

However, I am still dead set on not letting things make me all sorry for myself and depressed today – whatever it throws at me! ‘Dead set’ not have been the best choice of words to use. He-he! I just didn’t appreciate how life would be when I got older: A salmagundi of confusion, pain and anguish, yet a laugh-a-minute, weird and wacky at the same time!

I pressed on with the updating, times getting on now, just as well it’s Sunday, so no buses to tempt me to go out, but, as Tim Price said in a comment, ‘At least having the wees and the Trotskies at least keeps you active while indoors’. My sort of wit, that!

7Sun120800hrs: I had an LSPDOWW, and poddled off to wash my hands and make another drink.

By golly, a right pea-souper of a fog had descended outside!

I’ve not seen one like this for a long time.

I got the kettle on and had another wee-wee, this time a lot shorter evacuation.

7Sun11I treated myself to a slightly bigger mug, of the Gengettie Special tea-bag brew. I also took another Codeine, cause the headaches is showing no signs of getting any easier. Tsk! I’d started a new box of the tablets from another different supplier. They are so small compared to the usual ones, I hope I don’t ever drop any. Haha!

I went on the WP comments to reply to some. I answered both of them.

Got this post started, in between some frightful wee-wees.

0850hrs: I went on the TFZer Facebook page.

Got some breakfast, corn flakes.

WD 200.11.10 Then it hit home, Dizzy Dennis, Colin Cramps and Kidney Pain Kevin, all at the same time.

I turned the computer off and just sat down, drained and confused. Eventually, I drifted off into a much-welcomed sleep. Then Sister Jane rang and woke me up. We spoke a while I think, but I can’t recall much of what was said.

7Sun38I turned on the TV – but again, I can’t remember what if anything I watched.

I rose and got the nosh prepared. Polish knuckle, chips and seasoned baked beans.

The wee-wees had slowed right down now, why I didn’t know. Managed to nod off again.

WD 200.11.10 I recall waking with Kidney Kevin pains a couple of times. Then the dreaded Colin Cramps had a go at me. I lay there in such misery as the distorted fingers became almost animated as the intermingled of their own accord. This went on for ages. Not a good night at all.

Hey-ho, though – I didn’t let things get me down.