Inchcockski – Monday 25th May 2020: Downward -spiralling!

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Monday 25th May 2020

Swahili: Jumatatu Tarehe 25 Mei 2020

00 May 25

Today’s TFZer: Prima Ballerina & Cat Walk Model, Lillie!

GMX06aWD 150.0.0 02 01:30hrs: Well, I ought to be used to my last few vivifications being out of the ordinary, for various reasons. This morning was two-fold. Starting with the usual urgent need for a wee-wee, then getting free of the £300, second-hand, c1968, not working, cringingly beige-coloured, rusty, rickety recliner and without any Whoopsies or loss of balance! Got the stick and took a wee-wee in the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). The thing that shook me was it being an almost back to the standard style, a short, sharp painful evacuation, and the colour, a sort of battleship grey!

I swear I saw a twinge of luminescence in the bucket! I tried to recall the things I had eaten that might have caused this transmutation. The only thing I could think of summat I’d never eaten before and might be the cause, was the Sausage Patties? Hey-ho, I’ll see how it goes, and flows, later. Never a dull moment, (or any rest) for poor old Inchie!

I took the bucket with me to the wet room a1Mon01nd got it sanitised and cleaned, ready for tonight’s episode of: ‘Inchcock and his variable, lethal to moderate, Wee-wees!’ Should I snuff it overnight, would someone please have the vet check pon what killed me. Hahaha!

Constipation Conrad fooled me again as I was leaving the room, and I nipped back in and onto the Throne post-haste! But, it was a false alarm. Everything as solid as a rock again!

1Mon001WD 150.0.0 02 However, I did spot the right leg, had the spider and varicose veins bursting out all over this morning! They were even writing notes for me. A distinctive ‘S’, a ‘W’ and a ‘V’ were of interest.

Blimey, they looked a right mess this morning, well, the right leg did. More fluid-filled as well, I reckon. Hehe!

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WD 150.0.0 02 1Mon02Later in the morning, I had a look at the only leaflet the hospital gave me regarding the vein problems. This led me to investigate on the internet. Peripheral Neuropathy (Got-it!), increases the chance of Thrombophlebitis (Got-it!), Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis (Got-it!), Spider veins (Got-’em), Superficial venous thrombosis (phlebitis) (Got-it!), Chronic venous insufficiency (CVI-Got-it!), Iliac, Femoral, Saphenous, Popliteal and Tibial vein problems (Got-them all!). All of which can cause Bacterial or Viral Infections (Got-it!-Little Inchy!)

WD 150.0.0 02 This is because venous disease disrupts the normal flow of blood throughout the body, and all can lead to blood clots. Which can cut off the blood supply to nerves (Got-it!-Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters are dying), they told me that much when PN was diagnosed).

Note to Self; If you really want to depress yourself, keep looking things up on the web. If you can manage without having to assuage your natural curiosity, this is advised! Huh!

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1Mon03I poddled, in a slightly disconnected, uncoordinated state of mind, to the kitchen. I did the sphygmomanometer tests done. Sys 146, Dia 67, Pulse 79, Temperature was just reading ‘Low’. Odd how this works properly occasionally, then it goes back to just giving a low or high indication, again?

I got the medications taken, then I made a brew of the supremely tasty Thompsons Punjana tea. Delicious!

1Mon05aOnto the computer. Got the updating done for the Sunday blog. I checked the Emails and came across this gem to cheer me up further. Hahaha!

I saw a bit of Coronova-fun graphicalisationing could be had from this photo. I set to creating the mock newspaper graphic for the top of this page. Although not funny, being English, a sense of humour is not only recommended but vital, methinks. It took me a few hours to get it something like I wanted, but I did enjoy doing it. I hope it offends nobody.

Went on Pinterest with few photos. Sent the Email links. Then on Facebooking for a couple more hours. Then made up this template to use.

WD 150.0.0 02 I got in the wet room and started the ablutions. Did the teggies. Ah, a bit of a tale here. Could I find the toothpaste? No, I couldn’t! So, nipped into Junk-room number two, and got a tube out of the drawer. Back to the wet room, and did the teggies. Getting things ready for the shaving, I dropped the shaving foam can. It to an amazingly circuitous route and ended up behind the throne.

WD 150.0.0 02 I used the Jenny-supplied picker-upperer to retrieve the can. And saw the lost toothpaste down there as well! So I fetched the longer picker-upper from the main room and grabbed the tube, and a disposable-razor, that was lost weeks ago, came up with it! I really must get some help and have a proper clean up in the wet 1Mon05broom! Hahaha! How the razor got down there is a mystery, too. I took a photo of my legs. I had to doctor it with a courtesy-cover afterwards before using it in here. Only a tiny one, mind. I wanted to show that scar that came up last Monday, and has been there ever since? Wonder worrit is? Haha! The fluid retention is 1Mon06coming back I reckon.

The burn mark on the tummy has all but gone now.

WD 150.0.0 02 As I was cleaning the teggies, the door chimes rang out! It was Josie bringing back yesterday’s tray, plate and cutlery. I was not in a good position to concentrate; I’d slipped on the dressing gown, and it didn’t have a belt on it.

So as I was taking the tray and things from Josie, the damned ill-timed Involuntary right-legs did a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and the gown came open, and I dropped the tray. I’m confident I got behind the door in time. I’m basing this assumption, on the fact that Josie did not laugh at me! The gal helped me pick the things up[ and asked if I was alright, bless her. She gave me some seedless grapes, she said she felt guilty me supplying and dong the meal every Sunday. Again, I said as long as you eat it and like it, that’s good enough for me, but I can’t recall thanking her, I felt bad about that.

WD 150.0.0 02 Back to the wet room and the dropsies. There were a lot of them today. But again I’d cheated the Sock-glide by not wearing any. No dizzies, no dropping the showerhead either, although the last of the carbolic was getting small now, and shot-off a few times. If you’ve never tried to pick up a small wet tablet of soap with the picker-upperer, its hard work! Hehehe!

I finished the ablutions eventually. And made up four small black bags and a box of recyclable stuff, and loaded the walker-trolley with them and went down to skips on the ground floor. I called at Josie’s on the way out and gave her the bottles of Fruit Shoot that are a little too sweet for me.

1Mon06aMy plan was to sneak outside and take some photographs. Cunning eh? I got the bags down in the chute room and caught the elevator to ground zero, with the cardboard box and a bag. A woman who was waiting to get in socially distanced herself well from me. I went through the caretaker’s (Who were not there) passage and out to the bins. But the bins were not there. So I put them with other peoples waste and shut the door locked behind me, as I had a trolley-guided hobble, taking some photographs en route.

I crossed Chestnut Walk and from the car park area, I took this snap of Woodthorpe Court

1Mon06bI spotted a wonder of nature. Well, they are for me. Some Daisies near the workmen’s porta-cabins.

All the wind that has been knocking them about, the lack of rain (never thought I’d say that, Hehe) And still they bloom against the odds!

1Mon06CI limped along until I was facing the main Winwood Court entrance, and took a photo of it. The only thing missing up until now for the pictures was people.

WD 150.0.0 02 A BMW with an exhaust pipe, it might have been a dual-fueled powered one, of course, was parked in the 1Mon07electric vehicle charging bay. Couldn’t see any connections linked to it.

This shot has the end of Winwood court to the left, and a rather imposing looking, Winchester Court on the right.

Again, no tellurians in view anywhere.

WD 150.0.0 02 As I turned to hobble back the way I’d come from, the ankle gave me such a sharp-paining! I had to stop, and pretend to be casually looking at the trees and bushes! Which I ended up doing, but dare not get the camera out, just in case the ankle gave way. Although it’s been good for so long now, I’d hoped that the problems with it were over. What a fool!

1Mon08I took a long time, well, it felt like it, but the hassle and weakness seemed to settle down. I was confident enough to press on again.

I stopped to take a picture of Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts. The sky was beautiful and the wind had dropped considerably since I’d left the building.

1Mon09aI hobbled to the far end of Chestnut Walk, and turned to take this wide shot, and guess what?

I caught two residents in the frame! At least I think they were.

Back into the Woodthorpe Court lobby, and I met Josie, as she was going to use the laundry room. We shared a word or two and a smile, and I went back up to the flat.

WD 150.0.0 a02 1Mon09bGot the three-wheeled trolley-guide into the corner. I just sucked at the cut knuckle that I caught on the door frame doing it. Humph!

I tried a few of the Indian seedless grapes as I made a brew, jolly-good, too!

I spent three more hours updating this blog. It was now three-hours beyond my usual head-down time.

Shattered mentally, I turned everything off and got some sarnies made for dinner. I was not going to risk cooking when I’m as tired as this.

See? See that? Common sense, from me!

1Mon10WD 150.0.0 a02 Off to get the fodder… and the ankle went over again! Grigglebonkcrap! Its been weeks, no, months since I used the ankle-strap, but I’m going to need it now. Oh, dear! I might leave it until morning when I might be more up for getting it fitted.

Such a decent day, and it has to end like this. I’m proper fed-up now!

Inchcock Today – Friday 22nd May 2020: Confusion and befuddlement mostly today

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Friday 22nd May 2020

Luxembourgish: Freideg 22 Mee 2020

00 May 22 Sandie

TFZer: Tree House Sandie Lentz ♥

GM L 0.0.130bl02:35hrs: Once again, I awoke, with a vagueness, an opacity of thought. Yet within a few moments, lucubrations started forming, plans laid and made, ideas considered within my grey-cells. My clinomania encouraged me to remain laid there, on the recliner. Thinking, planning, but without any logicality or precision. Which didn’t last for very long though.

I felt the cold draft coming in from the balcony door I had left open. The brain reckoning stopped. The need to escape the warm clutches of the quilt, and get up to close the door took priority. I was being sensible and taking my time in getting up, but the cool breeze, made me throw caution to the wind. I was fortunate in getting up, grabbing the four-pronged walking stick, making my way to the door and shutting it to, then needing an urgent wee-wee! All, without any toe-stubbings, dizzies or knocking over anything from the Ottoman! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

WD 0.0.0 (1) To the wet room and had a totally different style of wee-wee this morning. A first, a new style! Oh, yes! A PAVCT (Painful-And-Various-Coloured-Trickling) wee-wee! Amazing, it started off orange, then cream, and the last few trickles 5Fri02were a cloudy-grey! Crunggleisations!

WD 0.0.0 (1) I did notice the right-knee seemed to have gone out of sync, deformed a bit? But, t’ was of little concern, as there was no pain from it, apart from the Arthur Itis usual. Then I thought, are NN’s (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters) out of actions again, not passing the nerve-ends messages to the brain, and will I get electric-shock like pains if it does belated get the information across? Tsk! 

WD 0.0.0 (1) Perhaps, it could be a dirty-great giant alien worm lava, whose egg had been laid in my body, and was fighting his way out? Or a mutation of the Coronavirus? Maybe NN’s have died altogether, I have multiple broken bones, and don’t know it because the neurotransmitters are kaputt? Hahaha!

And to think, the Government is working to keep people busy so they don’t get bored being stuck at home, Hah! Never get time for a dull moment here!

Ah, my uneducated but fertile mind kicked into silly-gear: If there is a way to pass on Peripheral Neuropathy to folks, then let them have a stroke, and they will not be bothered about the virus then. They’ll have enough on their plate just getting through day-to-day? And, what am I ranting on about?

5Fri03Off to the kitchen, and got my breakfast. The BP Sys was down from yesterday, which was encouraging.

WDP 002WD 0.0.0 (1a) I was washing the mugs and mixing bowl in the sink, and got a visit from Shoulder Shuddering Shirley. Which moved my arm under the running hot water tap – the nerves were working then, cause it made me jump, and whip my arm away from the water; hitting the back of my hand on the corner of the bread bin. Broggleknockersworth!

To the computer, and made up a template. Then started to update the Thursday blog. Got the post sent off, emailed the link and went on Pinterest. Stopped to make a brew. Back to the computer, onto the comment section on WordPress. Tim Price informed me that he’s had a link talk to someone at WordPress, and they are going to force the new block editor on everyone. But there should be a way within the programme’s workings, of going back to the old editor. Ha! Me, learn how to do that?

Then I spent an inordinately long time on TFZer Facebooking, happily! Then set off to get the ablutions done.

5Fri04WD 0.0.0 (1) The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. The evacuation was similar to the last two days ones. Start, blocked, do the crossword book, suffer the pain, appreciated it when things start again, and finish the session, with an exclamation of pain and relief!

5Fri05WD 0.0.0 (1) I did spot some new blood spots or papules on the left leg as I was crosswording. Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court. The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, karakia-cursing entities. The materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, and manifestations. That permeate, pass through the pores and 5Fri06interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission? 

Hey-ho!

5Fri007cHowever, not-withstanding and apart from that, the ablution session was one of the best for months! One knick shaving, only five dropsies, and three of them were the min-soap tablet. No stubbed toes, not knocking anything off of the floor cabinet… no sorry, I did knock off the Daktacort cream, sorry about that inaccuracy. Olive oiled the ear-drums, Germoloided the piles, and Saccades Sandra’s drops in the eyes. Washed the spectacles, and went through the unpleasurable, delicate, always painful job, of treating Little Inchies fungal lesion

I got myself smelling half-decent, medicated things and got some clothes on. I made up two small black waste-bags and hobbled to the chute room with them.

4Thu15Back to the apartment, suddenly remembering I had some of the San Benedetto Prima Spremtura Clementina (Clementine juice) arriving today, 24x 300ml cans. I have to say, I adore the taste. Not too fizzy, not too sweet, but I find them very refreshing.

I looked at the Amazon tracker (right), but it seems like it’s going to be a late delivery, this time. It hasn’t even reached the dispatch yet, let alone out for delivery!

I suppose this means another miserable night for Inchcock! Globberations! I’ll have to not watch telly, cause I have to use the headphones, and cannot hear the Intercom or door chimes when I have them on. So, it’ll mean me staying up and trying to stay awake long enough, and I do get grumpy with myself when I am prevented from sleeping. It’s hard enough to drop off as it is. But, you can be sure tonight, I’ll nod off after staying up so many extra hours waiting for the cans to arrive. Still, serves me right for ordering them. Hahaha! Grumblegollocks!

I’ve still got a few left in the fridge if anyone fancies popping over? Tsk! Oh, I forgot, I’m not allowed visitors, cause of my High-Risk status! Clapbogsworthyness!

Ah, well, I’d better get on with doing some more graphicationalisationing then.

5Fri08WD 0.0.0 (1) Gawd, it’s going so slowly, Shoulder Shuddering Sheila, and Dizzy Dennis are the main culprits. Only got three graphics done, and I’m about to give up.

I came across some disturbing news while searching for facts for the blog. Nottingham is bucking the trend on Coronavirus and has had an increase in infection and hospitalisations.

Oh, dear!

5Fri09So late now, but I dare not nod-off, or I may miss the deliveryman. I’ll have a look at the tracker, hang on a sec…

WD 0.0.0 (1) Blimus! It’s not moving at all, over three hours ago, the tracker reads the same! Not even reached the despatch warehouse. No way it’ll get here before 20:00hrs. Gits!

I wish they’d just tell me it’s not going to make it today! But no! Muggins here has to stay up, just in case it does. No chance to listen to the TV or radio. I’m bound to nod off and not know if it has been or not! But if the dispatch is in Leeds, how can they make it tonight? I do not want or need the stuff today. Initially, they told me it would arrive twixt 18th > 20th… I may have got myself in a muddle here, I’ll have a look at the calendar.

5Fri10WD 0.0.0 (1) Well, I made a right cock-up over the dates! Brambackleshittums! Cracklepackers and Blockstooum!

According to the last eta given me, they are due next Thursday, Friday or Saturday?

I’m so confused now, but it definitely says arriving today by 8 PM on the tracker!

I’ve got to stay awake somehow, but fear it will not happen. I wonder if Amazon has made an error somehow? Or, has the lorry broke-down? Or the driver been arrested? Perhaps Aliens have landed fancying a drink?

Just had another decker at the Tracker, still not moved at all. I could spit! Why me every time? I’m not a bad or naughty boy! Hehehe! Sodwrangles!

I just went to put the kettle on, and the trees in the bottom field and along Chestnut Walk, look in danger of being uprooted! So violent was the wind!

Amazon arrived? It was to Thompsons Punjabi tea, 6 boxes! Marvellous!

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5Fri09But most confusing. According to the Amazon email, it was the Clementine drinks that should be coming?

I did another tracker check. Obviously, the San Benedetto was not going to arrive. A mistake had been made by someone other than me for once, Amazon!

WD 0.0.0 (1) As I was putting away the tea bags in junk-room-two, Dizzy Dennis caught me out as I was stretching to reach the drawers, and over I went. Luckily, there was not enough room between the boxes that had been waiting five years to get sorted out all over the room, which broke my fall!

WD 0.0.0 (1) As I struggled to get near something solid to support me in getting back up and haul my onerous body from the floor, I could not reach the stick from where I landed. So, crawling through the rubbish to retrieve the stick… I found what I had done several searches for last week, but couldn’t find – Two packets pf Thompsons Punjana tea bags! I did feel a fool! Well, I’m stocked up for life now on the best tea bags in the world (Well, my favourites), Glengettie (Nine packs x80), Glengettie Gold (Two packs x80), and these, the best of the three, Punjana! (Eight packs x80).

5Fri11A perfect overloaded stock, suitable for a sinensophile, come tea-sommelier as me. Hehehe! But the confusion caused by all the wrong indications and dates from Amazon’s emails will probably mean I won’t live long enough to drink them all. But, I’ll do me bestest!

Got some Hickory in the beans and franks in each saucepan. There had to be something wrong with the new Hickory, and I soon found out what it was. It states clearly that a good shaking of the bottle is needed before use every time.

WD 0.0.0 (1) Well, the seal and cap on the bottle leaked when I shook it! Shame, cause it is a great tasting flavouring. It didn’t half take some getting off of my hands though. It went on the jammie bottoms and stomach too. Tsk!

5Fri14Nosh at last. Baked beans and German Franks with Hickory, a few mini-tomatoes, three small slices of bread, a lemon mousse and the Clementine drink for afters.

Taste-Rating: 9.2/10 Highly acceptable!

I got the pots soaking afterwards and settled down to a disturbing evenings rest. I wasn’t sure if the San Benedetto would or should be arriving, so I tried to stay awake a little longer…

ZZZ!

Inchcock – Thurs 21 May 2020: Intimidated by inscrutableness, insanity and indetermination. Hehehe!

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Thursday 21st May 2020

Croatian: Četvrtak, 21 Svibnja 2020

00 May 21 Eve

GM 0.30.0WD 0.45.0 03:10hrs: Cor blimey, what a topsy-turvy shambolic, fragmented, state of mind I woke-up in! Thought-Storming, one second I was full of hope and confidence, another thought path, and I was down and dejected. Fears and worries floated into the grey-cells, and apprehensions took the lead. My doubts, insecurity, then self-consciousness ruled the roost. All these emotions seemed to be fulgurating, fighting for superiority over each other in my temporarily warped brain? Maybe I had been having a bad dream? I cannot remember.

WDP 3dLNot exactly like magic, but suddenly, as the need for a wee-wee arrived, a clarity of sentience and semi-lucidity returned, and the diurnal battle to get out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, not working, rickety recliner began. And I won, hands down this morning! Sanctimonious-Mode-Adopted!

There was no toe-stubbing, no dropping back into the chair, no loss-of-balance, no knocking anything off of anywhere. Saccades Sandra, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, no Dennis Dizzy bother either. With a distinctive swagger of the head, I made my way to the wet room.

Please don’t think things were pain-free; they haven’t been that since the Stroke. Arthur Itis, the feet and toes, and Anne Gyna were making sure I suffered this morning. Might as well see the funny-side, Hahaha!

WD 0.45.0 As I got in the door, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I thought urgently, so down on the raised plastic seat… I passed the wee-wee of an LDSSM (Long-Dribbling-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon) variety. But the evacuation from the rear, yet again back in full control Constipation Konrad, went back to the part-4Thu10release, a blockage, and just sit in agony waiting for the motion to restart! Silver-Lining-Found: The crossword book was utilised, and despite the ‘I think-I-might-burst-open pains, I got a few clues answered. When the evacuation restarted, at the behest and control of Constipation Konrad, the pinnacle-of-pain was endured. Eyaabuggerit-Gargh!

4Thu01I will have to ring the surgery to ask for advice over these repetitively, and harrowing episodes on the Throne. I got things cleaned up and medicated. New PP’s on, off to the kitchen. Silver-Lining-Found: Not so much bleeding as I had anticipated from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

At least the plates and toes were looking less inflamed. Still, stinging, of course, and very pale again. No doubt, the Silver-Lining Found here, was the reduction in the Clopidogrel-allergy scars and lumps.

4Thu02I got a sachet of Macrogol powders ready. Took the sphygmomanometer readings: Sys 157 (a little high perhaps?) Dia 79, Pulse 71, and the temperature just showed up as ‘High’ on the not working-right, thermometer. Made brew of Glengettie tea, injected the hypo of Enoxaparin then took the medications for breakfast.

4Thu03aWhile pottering around, I made a graphic with the new donated mugs, that I named during the Porcelain Throne marathon. The old plain white one as well. Why you ask?

The answer to that; would be plain and simple bonkersness! I’m losing it again. Hehe!

4Thu03I checked the kitchen for taps left on, lights, and the stove was safe.

A few moments later, some drilling and banging started, boy, was it loud and close by! But I could not identify where it came from at that time, it felt like it from all around the flat on the same level?

I started updating the Wednesday blog, and went on the Googlemail checking something, and found an email from Jenny. Hopefully, Morrisons will allow me and have in stock, the tissues for Jenny. Got them on the list though.

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4Thu03cI took a photo from the balcony, on the left here. At long last, I got the Wednesday post finished. Emailed the link. Pinterested some snaps. Replied to a massive list of comments (Both of them). Then onto TFZer and Winwood Facebooking. By the time I’d finished, I thought I could my hair growing again. Went on the WordPress reader section.

Then I got a reminder email, from Iceland about the priority hour for orders. So I made one up.

4Thu11WD 0.45.0WD 0.45.0A Then, I tended to my ablutioning duties. As I was cutting my gums and doing the teeth cleaning, the loud drilling noise returned, and it shook the things in the wet room, including me! I had to turn off the radio. Because the combined noise meant that if the Amazon chap arrived with the Hickory delivery or the Nurse for the blood-taking, I wouldn’t be able to hear them when they used the intercom.

Which meant my rushing the cleaning duties a little, causing a few Accifauxpas along the way. I ended up with three cuts to the gums, two nicks shaving, a tumble in the shower and several dropsies. But it could have been worse! Silver-Lining Search Result. Hahaha!

As I was drying off, ready to do the medicationalisationing, the noise stopped for a bit.

4Thu06I’ve no idea why, unless it was the heat and moisture? But, the old Heart Op scares seemed more prominent.

The pins (legs) looked a lot betterer, though. The feet and toes were still bad, I must ask Deana if she knows of any Podiatrists still working.

WD 0.45.0 I nearly dropped the camera when taking the leg shot. With having to use one hand to lift a certain appendage up so it did not show on the photo, and using the other hand to operate the Panasonic, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters let me down for the first time today! Unlucky? Me? Yes! But I’m not going to complain, the ailments are not too bad at all, overall.

WD 0.45.0 As I left the wet room, to get some clothes to put on, the landline rang out and flashed! Tsk! I know I’m twelve-floors up, but with the balcony door wide open, one gets the feeling that walking around naked is not a good idea! I answered the phone, and it was Sister Jane. Who, on being advised of my current clothing-not-on status, said she’d ring back later.

WDPh 01WD 0.45.0A Back to the wet room to medicate, and freshen up certain areas of my gargantuanly massive and flobby-bellied body. Put the Saccades Sandra drops in, Olive-oiled the ears, and the noise of the drilling suddenly came back on. I dropped the olive oil pot, and it broke! AS I cleaned the mess up, the drilling stopped again. Humph! Then I Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s knees and Craig Cramp’s wrists and as best I could get to them, the ankles.

Now fully clothed, pissed-off, and in pain from Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald, with all the bending I had to do, I skulked off to the kitchen to make a brew before Jane rang back. The drilling noises started again. So, I took some Codeine 30g, to hopefully ease the pains from the tumble in the shower, and having to get down on my knees and back up to clean the dropped olive oil.

4Thu12I got the Hickory delivery parcel, of two bottles, opened. I hope this brand is strong. The Stubbs one was so expensive. These two bottles cost me £14 quid! But this is chaper than the Stubbs, but that was good… I’m getting tired now and all confused.

4Thu07Silver Lining Search Results: But at least it was a bit of much-needed exercise, I suppose. And the noisy drilling had stopped again. Ee, by gum, worra life!

I took a picture from the kitchen window, one of the beautiful afternoon sky.

4Thu09As I had a perusal of the scene below, I spotted an ambulance on-site, on Chestnut Walk.

WD 0.45.0 Oh, dear! It as parked close toe the EXtra-Care Winwood Court as well. I just hope whatever they are here for, is not anything too serious.

WD 0.45.0 The drilling and banging noise made me jump again as it started off. Sounds like it is coming from Josie’s apartment this time? Certainly somewhere close, anyway.

The landline rang and flashed as Sister Jane rang me back as promised. We had a nice chinwag and laugh for ages. I was a little concerned, cause she didn’t tell me off until she’d been on the phone for twenty minutes. Hahaha! I’ll try to ring her tomorrow.

WD 0.45.0 Then, well into the afternoon now, at long last, eventually, I got started on this diary for today!

4Thu24I had to get some fodder sorted, very late now. Chips of some sort, and ham and tomato breas thins sandwiches sounded a good idea to me.

I soon had the food on the plate, and satiated my allotriophagy. Even though the chips were disappointingly bland, I gave this efforts 6.5/10 for a Flavour-Rating.

I remember washing the pots, and although obviously a lot of things happened afterwards, I can recall nowt until waking up in the mornings, to many signs and clues to guess at what took place.

Worra a life!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 17th May 2020: Worran odd day!

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Sunday 17th May 2020

Turkish: 17 Mayıs 2020 Pazar

00 May 17

GM May c02:25hrs: I woke up in a calmish, passive, almost perky mood… but as soon as I tried to move my Goliathly-stomached-sized body; Hoo! The pain from the knees (Arthur Itis), the feet and toes, (Previously stubbed and overgrown nails) made me wince, grimace and feel a bit pathetically self-pitying for myself!

As the brain engaged and joined me, my intentions were to rise from the c1968 recliner, check on the status of the legs and feet, and if okay, to try unlocking the balcony door again. (Why when I’ve failed on at least fifteen attempts! Huh!) But the plans were scuppered when the need for a wee-wee came out of the blue and rather urgently.

No EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) was in sight, so obviously I’d had no summonings for a Wee-wee overnight. So, off to the wet room, realising the time en route, then understood why I’d not required a nocturnal wee-wee, I’d only had four hours head-down time.

WD 100.20.0 What a wee-wee it was! A BOSASA (Blasting Out-Spraying-and-Stopping-Abruptly), mode. Another good start to the day. It took me ages to wipe the over-spray, and mop the floor! Knerlaisations! 

WD 100.20.0 Had a wash, changed the PP’s and as I was going to the kitchen, I had to double-back, for a Porcelain Throning Session. That came on a bit sudden as well. If I had got any jammie bottoms on, I wouldn’t have made it in time. As it was, I ripped the new PP’s in my haste to gerrum-off! (Hahaha!)

WD 100.20.0 Well, I should have guessed really, but dare not take the chance: Constipation Konrad, allowed things to move along, and then stopped the works part-way, as if he was taking a rest, then started ages later again, in the slowest, most pain-causing manner possible! This has happened on the first Throne visit for three days now. Oh dearie me, it was worse this time…

WD 100.20.0 The blood had flowed from Harold’s Haemorrhoids in imitation tidal-wave style! I used up the tube of Germoloid and had to start on the new one that Jenny had got for me from Sainsbury’s.

By the time I’d got rewashed, freshened, put the PPs in the sharps box, the feet and toes were giving me, even more, bother, Gawd, they were in a nasty mood!

7Sun03a

I was having to talk myself into not losing it, what a start to the day!

I took the medications, poured a glass of watery skimmed milk (Eurgh!), and got on the computer. I needed to make a template for today first. Then got on with updating Saturday’s blog. Sent the Email links. Went on the WP Reader. Then some TFZer and Winthorpe Heights Facebooking.

I went to make a brew and was so careful in taking some photos of the sky, cause the multi-shaded colouring was disappearing as it got lighter. I thought I’d captured some decent shots, to say I was in a rush. Smugly, I got to the computer to download the pictures.

WD 100.20.0 Guess what? I bet you half half-guessed already. I’d left the SD card in the computer! Grobognangles!

I might have lost it and gone out on the balcony, opened the windows and screamed with frustration – but of course, the balcony door lock is broken and not letting me out! Talk about insults to injuries!

WDP 03dI got another mug of the insipid, watery skimmed milk, and with great, genuine intentions of not letting it get to me, I made a start on this post.

WD 100.20.0 Grogglesworth!

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I gave up and got the things ready that were needed for Josie’s meal. By the by, there have been no signs of any wee-weeing for ages now? Just thought I’d mention it, like.

WD 100.20.0 Tried the internet again, and things seemed to be working now. I did a check on the Morrison order I had in, a message came up, that the card delivery pass details were not recognised. Yet the same card paid for the last delivery without any bother. I re-set the details. But, I’m always suspicious of things like this. Also, I’m honestly pee’d off with things going wrong today! Checked it a little later, and they have taken-off the £4 delivery charge.I added some bits to it. It’s due Tuesday 26th May. twixt 08:30>09:30hrs. At least, I hope its May, I’ll check it again.

6Sat01WD 100.20.0 I set to getting the ablutions sorted. Unless it’s my eyesight, Saccades Sandra playing me up, or my imagination, I don’t know, but the pins (legs), certainly looked like they were putting some flesh back on? I wish some blood would start flowing again, though! Hahaha!

WD 100.20.0 I thought yesterdays dropsies were a new record, but his mornings beat them! Those I can recall, cause I had a Dizy Dennis visit when I was showering. Bleach, toothbrush (x2), toothpaste (x2), razors (x4), soap, shower gel (x3), shower-head, Germoloid, Coboterol and Savlon tubes, towel, deodorant spray (2), and After-shave.

WD 100.20.0 Knock overs; Top of the floor cabinet, sock-glide (when moving it, I don’t use it at the moment, until I can get the toes fangs cut).

WD 100.20.0 Shaving cuts (3), gums, teeth and decent bruise from hitting the grab bar when I had the dizzy in the shower.

Silver-Lining-Search Results: But at least No toe-stubbing, Little Inchies fungal lesion no bleeding. Although Harold’s Haemorrhoids did a bit.  

Got on with some graphicalisationing on CorelDraw. Then took some bits down to Jenny’s. I have utter faith in her handing them out to those in need, not greed.

7Sun04cGot Josie’s nosh served up. Smoked haddock, Tuna mixed with Bacon Mayonaisse, garden peas, tomatoes, silverskin onions, and gherkins. A Croatian Granny Smith Apple, mint Yo-yo’s, a limoncello dessert, with a can of G&T. Josie looked a little guilty at accepting it today and wanted to give me something for doing it. Silly sausage! I told her as long as you are happy and like it, give me a smile now and then, that’s all I need!

WD 100.20.0 Putting the photographs on here, I realised that somehow I’d altered the still-pic sizing on the Panasonic, but when it came to trying to change it, I’d forgotten how to do it. I went on the internet and read the instructions. Clear as mud to me. I tried now and then to change it again, but, no luck yet. Hahahaha! “No luck yet?”

Tim Price has been in form with his quips this week by the way. His last three gems had me in tucks! 1) “The upshot of getting big slippers is they shouldn’t bother your Howard Hughes toenails, at least for the time being.” And, 2) “Your toenails are looking nice and gnarly. Like monsters feet, those bad dreams are made of. Your fingers cramp and contort up nice and gnarly, also. You are like a gnarly contortionist of sorts”. Then, 3) “Have I mentioned Cream’s song “Born Under a Bad Sign”? It has a line “If it wasn’t for 7Sun04abad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all! That’s you!” He does come out with ’em! Hehe!

I tried to reset the still-pic size again on the camera. And it looks like it’s gone and reset back to the size I like best. (On the right)

WD 100.20.0 Then, as I was 7Sun05returning the SD card, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed me, and I had a kerfuffle almost juggling with the camera as it bounced up and managed to catch it. Still, I’d hit some control buttons doing the faffling to stop the hand-shaking and save the camera from hitting the deck. So, I took another picture with crossed fingers. Cragwangles! It’s gone back to the old setting now! I was getting all uptight 7Sun08 (2)with myself again! I carefully replaced the car in the camera and took yet another shot.

Aha! Milagro! I don’t know exactly how I did it, but I must remember 16:9 is the size I need in future! Just in case Nicodemus, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, or the right legs involuntary drop-something and have a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, has me in a quandary when I’m using the camera again.

Jenny sent an email, offering to order me some stuff if I am in need on her next home delivery, bless her cotton socks.

Dizzy Dennis, returned. So I got the beefburgers in the oven. Cobs, peas and potatoes all to hand for when the burgers were done. Turned the computer off, and took the evening medications. This is going to be a bad do from Dennis. I’m not sure why I know this.

I’ll get the nosh while its safer to do so. Feeling bit sweaty now too, but can’t open the balcony door, so I stripped of, dangerous when cooking.

7Sun12aFar earlier than usual in the day, I got the meal prepped and served up. Took the meds with it. A reet-treat this one was. A splash of Hoisin sauce on each half a potato.

The only thing that was not up to scratch, surprisingly, was the Iceland beefburgers. They terribly fatty compared to the ones I’ve had before? Hey-ho, it still got a 9/10 from me!

I went to wash the pots, and the sun was still blazing away. There were so many young sun-bathers in the bottom field today, couples strolling hand in hand, dogs walking their owners and I wanted to take some photos of them; but with no access to the balcony, for taking pictures, or escaping in the event of a fire, was impossible. Yet again, I tried to unlock the door, but no chance. Grumbleworthiness in the extreme!

So I took some pictures of the beautiful sky instead.

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Sleep would not come again. Not even any nod-offs at the TVs commercial breaks. But for once, this suited me. For on late for me, was The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly film. Not seen this for years, and I looked forward to it.

I made sure a bottle of flavoured spring water was made up, a few bags of Cheesy curls, and the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket [Which wasn’t needed once!]), were all to hand, boy, I was going to enjoy this movie…

WD 100.20.0 I nodded off at the first set of adverts! Waking up as the end credits were rolling down the screen. Spittlisations!

TTFNski.

Inchcockski – Saturday 16th May 2020: Traboccant weariness to end the day

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Saturday 16th May 2020

German: Samstag, 16 Mai 2020

00 May 16

GM2green0301:10hrs: Worryingly, I woke with the urgent requirement for a wee-wee, again. I hastened to painfully remove my ponderosity of an over-stomached body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety, rusty, filthy, not-operational recliner. Grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, and limped over to the well-used EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). The wee-wee was back to the FFFONEE (Forceful-Furious-Fast-Orange-Never-Ending) style, again.

6Sat01Off to the wet room, to empty, clean and sanitise the bucket. And, just like yesterday morning, the Porcelain Throne had to be utilised. The evacuation was identical as well, Constipation Konrad in full charge of the flow, stop stuck, paining, and started again. Silver-Lining-Found: No bleeding.

The legs seem to be getting a little fat (or water retention) back on them. They looked very cadaverous, exsanguinated. The odd red patch on top of the right foot is still there, and now it is itching a bit and hurts when I catch it against the slippers or scratch it with my left foot. Hmm?

Washed and off to the kitchen. I was feeling a little vague this morning, don’t know why. But I did remember the Iceland order is coming today. This gave me some impetus to get the updating done, and any graphic work I can, before 07:00hrs. Giving me time to get the ablutions done before the start time for the ETA of the food order, 08:00 > 10:00hrs.

WDP01cWD 0.50.0 Having made my mind up to put in the maximum effort, I turned to get the stick, and I stubbed my toe against the waste box corner. I just don’t how I resisted yelling out. But a lot of wincing and grimacing, accompanied with a few silent curses, sufficed, this time.

The hobble to the computer, it probably took a record time to get there. Crickey, the feet and toes are wickedly painful now!

6Sat10Made a search for the latest Nottingham and Country Coronavirus figures. Oh, dear! A discrepancy, I think that the blue-writing is for a later date or time?

I pressed on with the updating of the Friday blog, which didn’t need a lot of work on it, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were being kind to me. I got it completed and put some photos on Pinterest. Then, I emailed the link. Onto the WordPress reader. A short go on TFZer Facebooking. Then onto the WordPress comments.

WD 0.50.0 I got a couple of graphics done. Then it was time for my ablutionalisationing duties. Off to the wet room… the mobile phone rang, so I returned to investigate. It was a message, from Iceland, telling me of the delivery being on time twixt 08:00 > 10:00hrs, and to look at their email they’d sent, for details of the changes to the order. So, I took the computer out of sleep mode and a look!

Not bad at all, just two unavailables, Pork & Pickle Pork Pies (which ill do me nop harm to miss, weight-wise, anyway. And some cans of pop, no problem either). Put the computer back in sleep mode, and began to hobble to the wet room.

WD 0.50.0 The mobile rang again? Back into the junk room mark-2, to answer it. Iceland again, informing me that the order was ahead of schedule and should arrive twixt 8:00 and 08:30hrs. This meant I needed to get a move on with the abluting. I decided to have a stand-up wash instead of a shower, to save some time.

WD 0.50.0 But, and however, the hurrying of the shave, teggies, wash, and brush-up proved to be injurious to one’s body and frame-of-mind! Cragknackles!

WD 0.50.0 There were a few things, there must have been, that I didn’t drop or knock over. I amassed several shaving cuts, three in the neck shaving. The teeth and gums were bleeding. The second time I dropped the toothbrush, I gave the right knee a crude, clunking thud on the toilet bowl as I bent to retrieve it. Double Cragknackles!

Silver-Ling Search Results: At least there were no toe-stubbings, and the floor cabinet top avoided my Dizzy Dennis enforced swaying and grabbing the wall, without much getting knocked off. Just the alarm wristlet and a tube of Daktacort cream.

WD 0.50.0 As I was dried and getting fragranced and dressed, the Mobile Phone chirped again. With not using the shower, I’d left the door open, else I would not have heard it at all with the shower noise going.

WD 0.50.0 I knocked over the clothes-airer on my way to the mobile, swore, and pressed on to get the phone. It was the Iceland delivery man, the keypad on the lobby door intercom, was not letting him ring me. So, Told him I’d nip down and let him in.

WDP 03eWD 0.50.0a In my haste, I turned rather quickly and had a little dizzy spell. Resulting in a toe-stubbing against the Ottoman! But it didn’t bother me in the slightest, I just carried on… No, nope! I can’t lie, it hurt that much, this time I could not prevent myself swearing and blaspheming out loud for a few seconds! I hope that no one heard me! Got the four-pronged walking stick and made my way, in cripple-fashion, and muttering to myself, down to the front doors.

As the elevator got to the ground floor, the Iceland bloke was stood there with the six bags for delivery. I have now to admit, that I never thought about the only one in a lift at any time ruling, too late I remembered as we on the way up to 6Sat04the twelfth floor and my flat. Not turning out to be one of my best days, is it?

WD 0.50.0 The chap put the bags through the door, as I stood back out of his way to distance us, and banged my bottom on the four-wheeled trolley box! Luckily, the toes were hurting me so much at the time, so I didn’t feel too much pain in the bum… until I sat down later! Gramshackle-Globberisations!

The poor chap had only just caught up with his round as well. Now, thanks to the Intercom failure, he was all behind again. I lipped him a can of G&T, to thank him and try to cheer him up a bit. He’s a decent sort of chap.

I got the bags sorted out. Not such a big order this week.

6Sat05

Got things put away. Only two items for the freezer, a 4oz beef boil-in-the-bag, and some of the rather delightful Iceland quarter pounder (4oz) beefburgers.

6Sat03I got the black bags taken to the waste chute, and Oh, boy, were the feet humming and hurting. Especially the toes!

Coming back after depositing the bags down the chute, I stopped for a moment for the feet to rest a tad. No lights in the lift lobby. I thought they had been put on a timer?

WD 0.50.0 I tried again to open the balcony door lock. No luck!

WD 0.50.0 I went to get a drink of spring water, I’m trying to cut down on the amount of tea that I guzzle, and found I’d left the hot water tap running in the kitchen! Stone cold now! There are times when I really think I’m losing it! This is one of them. I did not have the hearing aids in, cause I’m so low on the batteries now. So obviously, I wouldn’t have heard the water running. Grangleturdsmanship, at its finest! 

No chance of any hot water now, I think the night-rate or whatever they call it, comes on around 17:00hrs. Wrangledollops!

6Sat05aI got some of the spuds delivered in the crock-pot, sea salt and drop of vinegar to season them. Can you see the can of baked beans and tomatoes sent in my food parcel, behind the slow-cooker? 840g!

They are too big for me to use the new electric can opener on them, and certainly not the hand one either. The ailments will not allow me to risk holding onto the can while it works, so many things can and do go apeshit all the time, that can be dangerous, and no warnings before they play up. Those that are likely to catch me out, are; Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra, Shaking Shaun, Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying, and the right legs involuntary drop-something and have a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance; this often has me over or in a heap on the floor. Still, it stops me gerrin’ bored if nowt else!

Back on the computer, graphicalisationing on CorelDraw. But mental fatigue got to me, and I gave up early in the day and got the nosh prepared.

6Sat28A steak and kidney pie, sliced the potatoes, a few silverskin onions, and far too many petit-pois. (But I ate them, and everything else on the tray!) I made some rich gravy to go on it. Two Marmite rice cakes, and a lemon mousse to follow. Lovely old style meal. Taste-Table; 9/10.

I got the pots washed (hot water back on! Hurrah!), and literally flaked out in the rickety recliner. No chance of any sleep, cause I hadn’t done anything to tire myself enough. I just felt so weary, not tired, drained emotionally, perhaps. Light nights back again, that doesn’t help in getting to sleep. 

6Sat24Got the TV on. I wasn’t really watching it though, but sometimes it helps me fall to kip, but not tonight.

This photo of the feet and toes, makes them look in good condition? But they were giving me some bother. Many wee-wees were needed over the hours spent in search of sleep. Every time I got up on the feet, it was so much more painful than it has been of late.

Amazingly, Colin Cramps didn’t visit the legs or feet tonight – amazing! Mind you, he did get some exercise on the hands and fingers.

I can’t remember when I actually nodded off, but I recall starting to watch an old match of the day on BBC 1, which started at 23:00hrs. Typical, something comes on I wanted to view, and I fell asleep! Gruffingleisations!

Inchcockski – Friday 15th May 2020: A cothurnus encouraging day

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Friday 15th May 2020

Azerbaijani: Cümə 15 May 2020

00 May 15

♥ Visiting old Inchcock’s Flat, in Nottingham! ♥

GM01B03:10hrs: I woke with a melee of mixed memories from the dreams I’d been having, floating about in my head. But they soon dissipated off into the ether.

As I got my thoughts into some form of semi-imitation, logic-wiseness, and the mind became less saccadic, I spotted the notepad and pen on the floor in front of the £300, second-hand, immedicable, beyond repair, c1968 recliner. The long picker-upper was used to retrieve the articles.

WD 200.0.0 I’d scribbled endless reminders over several pages of the writing pad (not that I can remember doing so). Hundreds of words, with about ten of them readable! Humph! By all accounts, I had dreams all through the night, but working out what they were about was impossible. Although I was not surprised to identify the words chasing and chased. So annoying. Because for me to have bothered writing about them, they could well of been interesting and worth recording? Fangleklops! 

As I struggled out of the rickety recliner and caught my balance on the far too painful overgrown toenailed feet, a wee-wee was required. Got the stick, and a few hobbled paces to the EGPB (Emergency-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) It was well-filled, but can I remember using it at all? No! A definite change in style this morning, and colour as well. The FFFOCES (Fast-Furious-Forceful-Orange-Coloured-Ending-Abruptly) mode.

I took the bucket with me to the wet room, to clean and antisepticise it, and wash my hands. While doing so, the need for the Porcelain Throne duties arose.

WDP 03RWD 200.0.0 This session, was without any doubt, the most painful Throne Session for weeks! Oh dearie me, yes! Constipation Konrad was in total control of all movements. Twice, things came to a very painful full-stop, and all I could do was wait in agony for movement to restart.

At what I believed was the last thunderous plop, the relief was almost exhausting! But this was not a eucatastrophe. For, Constipation Konrad, decided to activate again! Argh! Felt drugged and drunk after the activity finally stopped!

WDP 02Rb.WD 200.0.0A I got things cleansed, and spruced-up, and dropped the towel down by the WC. I bent down to pick it up. Which, in itself was a stupid thing to do, with the small picker-upperer hanging inches away on the seat-raiser, and not used! I fell forwards with a little encouragement from Dizzy Dennis and caught my tackle against the corner bar. Started Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding! I had to go through the painful process of cleaning and medicating the lesion, and it was almost too much for me to cope with. AAArgh! Distinguableness!

5Fri01And to think, a few minutes ago, I was moaning to myself because I couldn’t remember the dreams I’d had. I had to sit down for a minute or two. Changed the PP’s and medicated all delicate areas in need. The now getting thinner than ever, pins (legs) looked a lot better, at least. It’s a good job I accidentally bought the last pair of slippers a size too much. (Silver-Lining search result)

Not the best of starts to the day! This morning’s series of Whoopsiedangleplops, along with the hobble-incapacitating toenails and feet, and Dizzy Dennis not yet finished with me, I took my farraginous worries with me to the kitchen.

4Thu24I got the kettle on and amassed the medicinal needs. The hemadynamometer readings were okay, I think, Sys 164, Dia 68, Pulse 77. The thermometer is still playing up and not showing any figures, just ‘Low.’ I got the medications taken, adding a Senna and took Macrogol drink (will I ever beat Constipation Konrad, Hehe!) Olive-oiled the ear-holes. Sprayed Saccades liquid in the eyes, and made a brew of Morrison Extra Strong Assam tea.

I almost felt ready to get my head down again! Hahaha!

I got the updating of the Thursday post done, in between several trips to the wet room for a Wee-wee. (Well, the exercise will do me good!) Incidentally, the wee-wees are starting of a sort of misty-grey, and turning into a bright orange now? Ah, the mysterious wonders of 72, Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, ailments, self-locking and now unopenable new balcony door lock, that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’!

I went on the WordPress reader. Then I answered a comment. Next, I put some pics on Pinterest. Finally, on TFZ and Winwood Facebooking for ages, but I like it.

WD 200.0.0 Then:

Vir7 200Stop

Thankfully it was short-lived and didn’t need any action for it to come back to life. Phew!

WDPbbsC1I made a start on this blog. Then got the ablutions tended to, in case the mobile shop comes. The session went very well. One tiny nick shaving, No toe-stubbing, No dizzies, No leg dancing, and nothing was knocked down or over! But after having at least fifteen dropsies, mind. Yer can’t win ’em all. Hehehe!

I nipped down to the ground floor lobby, to check on the time for the mobile shop to arrive on site. 11:00hrs (I thought)

Back up to the apartment, and updating this post. I was about to go down to wait for the shop, and Sister Jane rang. I said I’d ring her back.

I expected to see some residents waiting for the food van, but not a soul about? I took the opportunity, to have a walk up and down Chestnut Walk, taking some photographs of each of the Courts.

5Fri08

Woodthorpe & Winchester Courts with a piece of Winwood Court, and Woodthorpe again.

5Fri09On my way back to the foyer, some of the Nottingham City Homes lads, who restarted work this week, along with some Water Control chaps were working away.

They sensibly had signs asking folks to keep to the Social Distancing guidelines. Gloves and masks worn.

WD 200.0.0 As I was going back in to keep warm during my wait for the food van, I bet Betty, and she looked gobsmacked when I told her I was waiting for the shop. Telling me, with a sideways look that said (Quiet rightly), The old Fool! That it is not due until 12:00 hours! Red-faced, embarrassed and feeling a right Klutz! I checked on the notice board in the lift lobby, and sure enough, it was 12:00hrs!

How I misread it the first time, is hard to understand, even for me. I sank a little towards the darkness, and felt even more of a dimwit than usual! That takes some doing, yer know! 

I rang Sister Jane back. Asking her to phone me on the landline, which is much clearer than the mobile. Not a lot, many times I have difficulty with the reception from West Bridgford. Especially being on their new Galaxy S20 Ultra 128BG 5G, £1,290 mobiles. Not that I am jealous of course. I’d only get confused with them. I’ve gone back to my old 1982 Nokia 100. And can get in a muddle with that. Hahaha! 

Jane rang me back, it was hard to make out what she said at times, and she usually comes over the line clearer than anyone, apart from Obergruppenfüreress Warden Deana. We had a chinwagging session that I enjoyed. Even the telling offs. T’was good!

Still, she and Pete sounded in good form. I got carried away time-wise and had to cut things short, to get down again and not miss the mobile shop, it’s the first time I’ve used it. Sorry, Jane.

I put the oven on, to warm up for later.

5Fri10I rushed about and got myself down in the lift with the old three-wheeler, and Steve the caretaker and some resident (I knew them but could not recall the names, as is usual for me) And greeted them, and a few people were scattered about at a safe distance waiting. They moved outside as 12:00hrs was approached. I still managed a bit of nattering again.

5Fri11 When the van came, at ten-past twelve, Roy, Betty and Lynne were waiting, and when the van opened up, they all kindly waved my forward to go first. Now, this might sound soppy, but I appreciated that a lot. The legs, feet and toes were all giving me some hassle, and Shaking Shaun was visiting now. Bless them!

I got to the window in the van with my four item shopping list. I bought 4 tomatoes, no tarts, so I got a pack of apple pies (Just as naughty as the tarts, Hehe!), a bottle of disinfectant, a can of deodorant. For £6 odd. Fair enough, it was brought to the flat doors almost. Thanked him, the kind residents behind me for allowing me to go first, and made my way back to the flat.

I very nearly an Accifauxpas, as I got the trolley part-stuck, as I was getting into the apartment, and the weed for a wee-wee was becoming urgent! Somehow or other, I got the porcelain in time.

WD 200.0.0 This time, a totally different mode of wee-weeing performed. An SFRTFC (Strong-Forceful-Reluctant-To-Finish-Cloudy), almost cloudy grey? The pee-pees were puzzling me today! I’ve drunk far-less tea, and no orange juice at all yet, but still the passings come? Just a thought! 

I updated this blog again and got some nosh cooking. I decided on bacon and sliced tomato bread thin sarnies! With some cheese discs.

WD 200.0.0 Shagglemuffins! I’d not turned the power-socket on to the stove! Grrr, Nebekh! Got the oven warming up, again. And went on CorelDraw to make some graphics.

5Fri36Bacon now baked, tomatoes sliced, cheese and two Marmite Riced cakes, and brown thins, a lemon mousse, medications and a mug of orange juice all got ready on the tray. Off to and on my knees and more-than-ample belly in the recliner. Flavour Rating; 8.5/10, it went down very well, my coenaculous, satisfied!

I always think of TFZer Lyzzi when I eat off of this plate. T’was she who sent it to me, bless her!

5Fri35Got the pots washed, had a wee-wee, washed and medicated, and back down in the uncomfortable, second-hand, c1968 recliner. Noticed the veins in the right leg, and thought it was fattening up, or filling up with fluid a smidge. Also, a fresh pinkish whatever was coming up on the foot. Fingers crossed that it is not the start of another leg ulcer. No itching or pain from it at all.

Most amazingly, there were no Thought-Storms at all!

Nice that!

Inchcockski – Thursday 14th May 2020: A befuddlingly, convoluted day. All normal, then! Tsk!

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Thursday 14th May 2020

יום חמישי ה- 14 במאי 2020 Hebrew

00 May 14

GM L 0.0.130br204:40hrs: I stirred into mock-life, spent a few seconds thinking about the balcony door lock that is not working, passed wind, and needed a wee-wee. I was in a seemingly calm state of mind – why? I don’t know. I’d not had much in the way of rest and recuperation after last nights ludicrously painful ending farces.

But I had the nous to take great care as I dismounted the £300, c1968, not-working, rickety recliner. The rising onto my feet, and the short, ultra-painful hobble to the wet room, was done with great prepensely; Yesterday’s tumble and toe-stubbing, being fresh in my mind.

WDP Dec 26a (1)The wee-wee, (I had none at all during the night’s miserable pathetically short, three-hours kip! – Humph!, I’m moaning again, Sorry!), was back to the HPSAUOC (High-Pressure-Spraying-Unexpectedly-Orange-Colour) style again. But there was some discomfort in this one. No bleeding from the fungal lesion, though. A decent start to the day. (Then again, yesterday started decent enough, and look how that ended up for me! Oh, dearie me, a state of NCS (No confidence Scenario), emerging?

Got updating the Wednesday blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were extremely kind to me, but Shuddering Shoulder Shirley was annoying. Got it finished in between wee-wees (No Throne use yet? Mmm!). Went on the WordPress Reader. Then attended to the ablutionalisational duties.

WD 70.40.0 01a 4Thu02The usual few dropsies were suffered, and the only bad things really of any note, were the stubbing the toes against the shower seat, as I was bending down to use the mould spray before starting the shower. And belting the elbow as I got the camera in place to take the shot of the pins (legs). Oh, and not a single cut shaving!

A little bruising on the left knee, but not painful. I assume that came during the struggle to get back up last night, after getting down on the floor to retrieve the TV remote control.

And folk tell me how boring it is getting old. Codswallop! Hahaha!

As I came out after the medicationalisationing session of certain areas in need, I heard a noise that I could not identify. So I had a sniff around looking for anything that might have fallen over, but I found nothing suspicious.

4Thu03aAs I was putting on the kettle, it dawned on me that something might have been put through or posted, so went to check-out the door. Aha! The mailman had been. I put the four bits of mail on the counter and had to nip back to the wet room sharpish, for yet another wee-wee.

WD 70.40.0 01 It was like an HPSAUOC (High-Pressure-Spraying-Unexpectedly-Orange-Colour), as all the earlier ones had been, but this time, it had turned a sort of brown? This puzzled me a tad.

Back to the kitchen to check the letters. There was an advertising leaflet for Checkatrade. The Blood Test results from the Anticoagulation, Haemostasis Deep Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic. All good at 2.4, a mite low but not too much, as to cause any perturbation. A letter from Nottingham City Homes, explaining their changes in response top the lightening of the lock-down. Nicely written, clear and to the point, bless ’em. And one from the bank, with four pages of ‘Do not Loose – Keep Safe’ figures, about my phenomenal amount of interest received for last year. This £1.02 will come in handy. Oy, oy, oy!

I made up two more waste bags and took them to the chute. They were only tiny ones, no need for the trolley guide, I just took the wooden walking stick with me. No Accifauxpas either. But Gawd, the feet are getting ever more hurtful!

4Thu03bBack to the kitchen, got the kettle on, and took the belated medications. The view from the thick-framed, light & view-blocking, unliked, unwanted new kitchen windows, was amazingly crystal clear. So, I took this using the old Panasonic camera.

I was making a start on this post, and the mobile phone rang and flashed. It was a lady from the Diabetic Education Course on the web. My chance to tell her what I thought of it, and why I’m not doing it! I’ve no idea if she heard what I was ranting on about, the line was crackly, and her voice kept disappearing, fading away and returning, with her still nattering about whatever it was she was reading from. But it was moliminous moment for me to get it off of my chest! Oh, boy, I was not rude or shouty, but I launched into my determined efforts to let her know my views and problems. (Not that it made any difference, of course)

She learnt of my deafness, Saccades Sandra, Mental-Micky-Ticker, Duodenal Donald, Peripheral Neuropathy, Isolation Issues, Colin Cramps, Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, I even mentioned my toes-nails not being cut for months! Then about Zoom online Conferencing thing not accepting the code number I’d been given. She kept all calm and unflustered, bless her. (She was probably doing her nails and having a G&T while waiting for me to stop rabbiting, Hahaha!) 

In the end, after patiently ignoring what I was saying, she summed up that; “I’ll tell your Doctor, that you don’t want to do the online course then, and will wait until a face to face training can be arranged? ‘Yes, thank you’, I replied. I think she wished me luck as she rang off, that was nice of her. ♥

I could have. Indeed I wanted to add some more info for her to take no notice of, but I’d been on the line for that long the mobile phone battery was getting very hot, and Shuddering Shoulder Shirley was kicking of. Likely due to me holding the phone in a bent arm for so long! Ah, well, you can’t win them all – I can’t even win any! I’d shoot myself, but I’d only miss! I actually felt better after my mini-mild-mannered, meandering rant.

WD 70.40.0 01 I’d forgotten about the Iceland Priority booking and only had a few minutes before the time ran out. So I fumbled onto the website and got one made up. I can almost guarantee that I’ve got or done something wrong with the order. Such was my haste to get it in. Humph! 

I went on the Nottingham site to get updated figures on the virus.

4Thu04

Not looking too good. Fingers crossed.

4Thu05Then, my phagomaniac urge arose. So I investigated what was to be had for fodder.

Fish Friday methinks. Battered whiting fish fillets, with a few Basa fish in batter balls. I’ll make so fishburgers using the out of date Pannini rolls.

I came to the computer to update things up to here, and turned off, and got the meal prepared. I hope the rolls will be alright to eat. Worra, life!

4Thu19kWDP10L03RGot the Friday-Fish nosh served up and was indulged with great satisfaction and eaten with a certain relish that’s been absent for a few meals. This plat du jour piqued and tickled my taste-buds greatly. Savoured and digested, and tasted marvellous! A deserved Flavour-Appreciation-Rating of 8.8/10!

The battered fish tasted grand, with the seaweed crunchies and Marmite cheese disc, a Croatian Granny Smith, and Marmite rice cake, all seemed to go so well together, Gorgeous! Regretfully, the Pannini Roll was another disaster, I threw it away, Blech!

The last of the decent Netherlands tomatoes are now all gone, that’s a shame. I haven’t ordered any tomatoes on my Iceland order, all they have been sending have been are Moroccan ones, that really are so bitter, sour, uneatable, with pot-marked skins. Shame! Still, I hope that Morrison’s Piccolo type arrive next week, and are not Moroccan. Not that I have anything bad to say about Morocco, this is just a comment on the taste.

I got the pots washed, and took these shots of the evening view.

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Got the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) (Used it as well), in its usual position close by the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken-down, not working, rickety recliner.

The nodding-offs were plentiful, each for just a few minutes at a time. Yet (according to the notes I found in the morning), I had a dream or nightmare each time I drifted off. This nod,dream-wake-up routine went on for hours.

The bucket as well used in many frequent visits. Bungle-Grumplewuncks!

Inchcock Today – Wed 13 May 2020: A bêtise bothering day

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Wednesday 13th May 2020

Mongolian: 2020 оны 5-р сарын 13, Лхагва гараг

00 May 13

GM 050.0

WD 0.40.0 03:40hrs: I awoke, the expergefactor, not surprisingly, was wanting a wee-wee, and willingly risked life and limb, in a desperate dash, come hobble to get to the well-used-overnight, slightly ponging GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). I made it with seconds to spare. Out-shot the HPLBSS (Hosepipe-Like-Blasting-Suddenly-Stopping) release! The only difference to yesterdays repeated visits was a change in colour. The strong orange tinge had become a saffron yellow one now. But, still no pain with it, so I wasn’t complaining, considering how viciously it blasted out!

WD 0.40.0a As the brain joined me, and my balance was ensured, I took the GPEB with me to get it washed and antisepticised, and I limped with it, getting it tangled with the four-pronged walking stick and my left leg at one time, (Quiet funny, even at the time), en route to the wet room. No injuries or toppling over was involved. Smug Expression Adopted!

3Wed02WD 0.40.0 The Porcelain Throne was needed suddenly. A bit of a disappointing session, pain-wise I’m afraid. Back to the ‘Starting of its own accord, and sticking half-way, me doing the crossword book to take my mind off of the utter-agony, while I waited for the activity to start again’. Then, when it did start, a long time later, it was all over within seconds. The relief was blissful! Only a little bleeding as well, I expected a flood of blood, but it fooled me. Haha!

3Wed03WD 0.40.0 I took the few paces to the sink, and boy were the toes giving some gip! But, as I was washing and cleansing the bucket, Duodenal Donald started stabbing at me, and just didn’t give me any respite for ages. On the bright side, there’s always a bright side, if you can find it; this took my mind off of the toes and feet hurtings a bit. Like Monty 3Wed10aPython’s genius, Eric Idle wrote, “Always look on the bright side of life. ♫

Oddly, I was in decent spirits as I made my way, trying to walk on my heels to ease the pressure on the feet and toes. Yesterday’s volunteer lady fetching me the prescriptions, Jenny helping to ease the medication getting, and the Doctor calling me, were all appreciated, and fresh in my mind, I think.

I was feeling perky (even if in pain, Haha!), and ready and up for anything at the time and decided to get the long-sleeved shirt I wore yesterday hand-washed in the kitchen sink. I didn’t take me long, it was only a thin old one, and rinsed out quickly enough.

Another sprinkling of a Smug Mode was adopted!

3Wed01I got the kettle on, and made up and drank a sachet Macrogol drink, and took a Senna, along with the morning doses.

Medicationalised things in need, olive oiled the ear-holes, Saccades Sandra sprayed the eyes, Phorpain gelled the knees. Little Inchies horrendously brutal treatment can wait until I do the ablutions (Coward!) The thermometer showed up as just ‘Low’.

The sphygmomanometer, indicated on my first try, with; E. O. Now, that might have meant ‘Expired’ ‘Overdue? So, to be on the safe side, I retook the test. Hehehe!

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3Wed04All looked okay to me.

I got the mushrooms in the crock-pot, on the low setting. Added sea salt and some black pepper to them. I then moved yesterdays bits of hand-washing onto the airers.

I was in a mildly industrious mood, for me, anyway. I made a start on the updating on WordPress. But it didn’t last long. Back to the wet room for a wee-wee. I daren’t use the GPEB during the day, cause anyone could come in, and, the sight and smell of it would be enough to scare anyone!

I have been told by the hospital and Doctor, never to lock my door, in case of heart attack or another stroke, responders can get to me if I press the alert-alarm button. Wildly Cheering, knowing they expect me to croak-out, shortly! Haha!

Back to the computer, and got the updating of the Tuesday post all done. Emailed the links. Went on the WordPress reader section. Put some bits on Pinterest. Then spent an inordinately naughty time on Facebooking, adding to the photo albums, TFZing and went on the Winwood Heights page for a while.

But instead of pressing on with this blog, I decided to get the ablutions sorted out. I got the self-inflicting torture items needed for the cleaning and medicating of Little Inchies fungal lesion to the room in readiness. Got the long-sleeved shirt and jacket to wear afterwards (no socks of course, too painful), and got out some new razors to use. This all sounds so uncommon for me, but while the brain works, use it, I say! Worrying all the same! 

WD 0.40.0 I’d got as far having a wee-wee again, doing the teeth, and was just picking up the toothbrush for the second time from the floor, and the Dusty Springfield tune ♫ I only want be with you ♫ chimed from the doorbells. I whipped the thin dressing gown on, in the name of decency, and went to investigate! No persons about, but they had delivered another box of freebie food! I really didn’t know how I felt about this. I cancelled then a week last Monday, via the internet. I followed the cancellation instruction to the letter. And was very careful and diligent about it. One the one hand, I appreciate all the work done by the volunteers to help out. But I really didn’t need or want any more handouts.

Now that Iceland has made me a priority case, it is much easier to get through for an order to be placed. This is why I cancelled the weekly box. There are many things I just do not like or eat in them anyway. Which is wasteful, and always something that has been removed from my eating by the hospital team. I could try the cancelling routine again, but may end up with me having two orders sent, cause the procedure given for cancelling, is to reregister again, ticking Yes to one of the questions. Can you get a supply of foods? Which I did. Grumbleconfusement!

WD 0.40.0 Back to the ablutions, agitated, irritated, baffled and feeling a little guilty, my concentration was not what it should have been. I stubbed the foot against the sink pedestal! Brigglesnastyness and agony erupted! I regret to say, I also gave out naughty verbalisation, Tsk!

I got the shaving completed, with a mere two minuscule cuts. I decided the food box had to be sorted, so I did not have a shower, I just took a stand-up wash. Got myself sprayed with various body maskers, applied aftershave to stop the shaving cuts (Ooh, ooh, ooh!). Phorpained Arthur Itis’s knees, and got dressed. Off to the kitchen and had a few swigs of the feeble, weak Peptac medicine, in vain hopes of reducing Duodenal Donalds stabbing pains.

3Wed012aAs I put on the jacket, I’d not worn it for months, I smelt its aroma, cor, it was mucky and a bit smelly.

So plans changed, and I got it off and hand-washed. Not an easy job, with it being so thick.  It took me a long time, and many changes of water, and much disinfectant and fabric conditioner, and effort were used as well.

Eventually, I got it hanging alongside the long sleeve shirt I washed earlier. This will need many trips to the sink to wring out the heavy shirt as the water moves downwards.

WD 0.40.0 I had another swig or two of the pathetic, pitiful, pointless, purposeless, Peptac antacid medicine. I was about to put the kettle on and remembered the food box was still outside the front door! Oofta! What a draycup!

It was too heavy for me to pick-up, so I opened it and tool a few things through to the kitchen at a time. The kitchen than was already filled with freebie stuff that I didn’t like, or I was barred from eating. In today’s, there was coffee, pineapple, biscuits that are not allowed for me. And some great potatoes, apples, individual shower gel, a mini toilet roll and round if soap, a gigantic tin of baked beans, more pasta, more rice, tomato soups, frozen bread etc.

Had I been struggling to get food delivered, they would have been life-savers. The kitchen is so full, I’ve had store some things in the junk room. And, Deana told Josie that we are not allowed to give anything other tenants from the Government parcel. It’s getting farcical now. I’d asked someone to check me while I do my third reapplication for a food parcel to be cancelled, to make sure I get it right, and it gets cancelled. But, I am confident I did it as instructed to cancel the parcel. Oh, dear! Of course, no one can come in to check me anyway!

I’ve gone from feeling perky to pee’d-off. And Duodenal Donald is not easing off yet. The feet and toes are worse than ever. Knockersworthyness! Dejected

3Wed12 (2)I got some of the potatoes in the big slow-cooker and added the mushrooms to them.No idea what I aim to have, but it must go with mushrooms and boiled spuds, Hahaha!

Then got the black bags, glass bin, and recycling stuff loaded on the trolley-guide.

3Wed11Got the black bags to the waste chute and put down. (Oh, the feet and toes!) I’m getting near to the darkness now again, emotionally.

Down to the bins, met with Roy waiting to get on the elevator as I got off.

A quick bit of joking, and out to the bins with 3Wed13the glass and white bag.

Back up to the flat, and had another go at unlocking and opening the balcony door. Needless to say, but I failed again. If I was not sinking so low in outlook, I would have laughed at my attempted reverse-burglary. Hehehe! 

3Wed05aOff for another wee-wee, this one was turning back to orange coloured? Mmm?

I noticed as I passed, the Nottingham City Homes supplied monitor, the Humidity was a bit low. Maybe not being able to open the door might be the reason? Or, not!

I got this post updated, and it was getting late for me now, head time down approached. So I got the meal sorted out in the overfilled, messy, uneatable food-filled kitchen.

3Wed14I got the nosh prepared and served up, it didn’t look too bad, left the pots soaking in the sink.

Well, things turned a little disappointing by the time I got around to settling down to gobble the tiffin, that had almost gone cold by then.

WD 0.40.0 I thought I’d watch some TV (As a form of deliverance from the Thought Storming, and aid, to succumbing to sleep). But, could I find the TV remote control again? Nope!

WD 0.40.0 After checking the usual places, I got down on my knees with the torch. (That also took a while to find), discovered, stuck down the cushion on the recliner.

WDP 2aRWD 0.40.0 I ended up on my knees, much to the displeasure of Arthur Itis, and after searching around on all-fours, the torch picked out something twinkling in the beam, underneath the recliner. Aha! I grabbed the picker-upper and investigated: retrieving not only the remote control but two pens, a scribbled note (reminding me of the After Stroke Physio last August), several tablets, Warfarin, Bisoprolol Fumarate, Pentoxifylline etc., and tiny broken screwdriver?

WD 0.40.0a Getting back up on my damaged, ankle-ulcered, agonisingly painful, uncut toenailed feet, was the most farcical fiasco of the day! I found myself on my knees, facing the recliner, grabbing both chair-arms, and struggling uncomfortably to get back up on my pins… Half-way up, Shuddering-Shoulder Shirley attacked (Lucky or what, the first time she plays up all afternoon, and she has to time the shaking at just very moment to cause most pain!) and I fell back down again. The contact made between my left knee and the floor, thud, brought forth some terrible silently muttered curses and oaths! The torture from the toenails was hardly bearable.

I did get up eventually, using a well-versed system of; Ensure that the four-pronged walking stick is within reach. Nearly up, find the nearest firm article to roll over to get to the momentum to force my avoirdupois stomach and torso, up, and grabbing the stick in hopes of not going back down to where I came from, in this case, the floor.

3Wed14aWD 0.40.0 Naturally, the nosh was not very warm at all by the time I got around to thinking of eating it. I tried a bit of each item on the plate. Sickening! I did eat some of the cheesy potato mash, not much of it, but still maybe too much. The lemon mousse had gone to liquid. The low-cal bar and Yo-yo were consumed. The pain of getting back up and to the kitchen to finish the washing up was bearable; but annoying.

I dished the fodder and got the cleaning up done. The thick shirt was as to be expected, still dripping, I rang it out a bit more, but it was still too wet to safely move to an airer yet.

I got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, rickety, not working, recliner, with a pot of cashews and a bottle of made up spring water and orange cordial. Got the TV on (Humph!), but the mind was racing after the calamity, and things hurt or ached that I didn’t even know I had! Hehehe!

WD 0.40.0 I think I would be accepted in the ‘Sleepless Elite Genetic Mutation’ group? For getting to kip, took me several hours, and it was well gone 01:00hrs by then. The TV did not send me off, I even watched through the commercial breaks! My hypnagogia was filled with Thought Storming.

WD 0.40.0 The worst thing, early on in the night, was Colin Cramps visiting me, and giving me an unusually large share of his wrath.

3Wed15

I took these photos of Colin’s efforts.

I remember thinking as I looked at the clock hours later, ‘Blimey, 01:00hrs! I’d been trying to get off into the blissfulness of sleep for about seven hours or so. Normally, I can get off anything between 15:00 to 17:00hrs, telephone calls, door chime, Pillow Shaker Fire Alarm false activations, Porcelain Throne and wee-wees, permitting.

WDP 003lAnd to think, there are people out there who are bored with the lock-down?

I wonder if there is a sophrological or apanthropinisation support group I could join?

At least Duodenal Donald has eased off. (Result of Silver-Ling search)

You’ve got to laugh.

Inchcockski – Tue 12 May 2020: Abumble grump cum, confusionabilities, glunk! Tired? Me?

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2020 ttttMay12

Tuesday 12th May 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 12fed Mai 2020

00 May 12

03:45hrs: I stirred, again with the thoughts of how I am going to get the door to the balcony open. Then the mind moved morosely on, to thoughts of all the bother I am causing over the prescription volunteers to collect them from the chemist, for me. Then the toenails twinged without my moving my feet, and how can I get them cut, to over the thoughts. But not for long! The sudden and urgent need arrived, for a wee-wee! (Which seemed to set the trend for the day. Tsk!)

 WD 0.50.0 I manipulated my way out of the £300, second-hand, rickety, none-working, c1968, recliner and caught my balance. (I did give out a silent ‘Argh! when I got my weight onto the poor overgrown toenails, Haha!) But this did not delay my wobbling-hobble in haste, to the wet room. But Dizzy Dennis pulled me up en route, and I needed a couple of stops, to keep my balance.

By the time I arrived the Porcelain Throne was also needed. The principal evacuation was again painful, but happily of short duration. The wee-wee was still taking place when the major evacuation had finished. An FFFONEE (Forceful-Furious-Fast-Orange-Never-Ending) variety. Steam emitted from the pan as I stood up? No idea which of the evacuations it came from, though. Hehehe!

 I got the cleaning and medicationing of areas in need done, and off to the kitchen.

WD 0.50.02Tue01 I got the impression that I may have been doing some Nocturnal somnambulationing! As I took this shot going into the kitchen, so many things were not in their usual places, and the washed long-sleeved shirts, had been moved about on their hangers?

I scrapped together an assortment of tablets which I thought would not be too harmful to me, there are now no tablets left to pick from at all from the pod ones. The other bits I found in the drawer, were not identifiable, so I put them in the yellow bin. I must remember to ask the blood-nurse if she can take the box with her for proper disposal.

WD 0.50.0a I made a welcome mug of Glengettie Gold tea, and off to the computer. Dozzt Dennis had been lingering since I used the Throne, and he gave me momentary visit again. I caught my shoulder against the door frame and spilt some of the hot tea down my volumingargantuan-flabby stomach and down the right leg.

But, circumstances limited the pain from both the knock and the tea! You see, when the liquid hit the leg, by good fortune, it was the right leg, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were not working, and did not send the message of the Accifauxpas to the brain. So, no pain! Silver-lining, you see?

WD 0.50.0 But, on the WDP01cnot-so-bright side, my left foot did hit the frame as well, and the message of agony in the toes was definitely sent! Arumsquatulistions, it hurt like hell! It did for hours! Humph!

I got on with updating the Monday blog and got it done it in record time. Thanks mainly, to Dizzy Dennis taking a break, and Nicodemus apparently affecting only the leg this morning, showing no interest in the right arm or hand. I’m not moaning about the confusion over this, just damned joyously glad about it!

Sent the email link off, and went on the WordPress reader section. Replied to the comments. And onto TFZer Facebooking for an hour or more.

I had a look at the Coronavirus figures for Nottinghamshire. Finding this comment from Public Health England:

2Tue09Figures have shown the total amount of people across the county who have tested positive for coronavirus. As of Monday, May 11, there are now 569 confirmed cases in the city boundary and 1,224 across the wider county. 2Tue08aIt comes after Nottingham University Hospitals NHS Trust (NUH), which runs Queen’s Medical Centre and Nottingham City Hospital, confirmed two more coronavirus patients have died. Medical director Dr Keith Girling said the patients were aged 46 and 97.

I’m not sure if reducing the isolation yet, is a good idea. Remember the 1918 flu epidemic. But, it must be costing the country an absolute fortune?

I hand-washed a long-sleeve shirt and left it in the bowl in fabric softener. Then off to get the ablutions sorted.

WD 0.50.0 This didn’t go as well as the last two days, mind. The dropsies were far too many to mention, I don’t have enough bandwidth! Hehe! But the bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion was fresh, thus, much less painful and hassle to clean up and medicate. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were no leaking at all. The end dropsies got a bit farcical, Germolid and Germole tubes, olive oil bottle, body spray and fresher cans went as well. The deodorant pot, bit-the-dust three times! An2Tue07d to bring a smile to my face, I’ll mention that the sock-glide was not utilised again. I’m not looking forward to having to wear socks again!

Dizzy Dennis started of again, but not until the ablutionisationing was all done, and I was dressed. Kind of him! I then washed the bath towel and hung it to dry, with the long-sleeved t-shirt above the sink. I must remember to add some fabric softener to the Morrison order later on. But, will I remember to?

Then I made-up some wast2Tue02e bags and a recycling box, and got them in and on the three-wheeled walker, ready to take down to chute and bin. I used the box that the headphones came in for the recycling stuff to go in.

I’ve not been mentioning it, but the wee-weeing had continued so frequently (all of the FFFONEE (Forceful-Furious-Fast-Orange-Never-Ending) mode. The orangeness is a shred con2Tue03cerning. To save time; unless there is a change of circumstances or variety, I’ll try to avoid the urge of doing so.

I got the buggy out of the door into the flat’s lobby without too much difficulty. Apart from the pain from the toes, Grumph! 

As I opened the lobby door, I was blinded by the sunshine coming through the lift-lobby window. I left the trolley holding the door open and tried my bestest to take a picture of the reflecting sunlight view. But, after trying two or four attempts at getting a shot looking anything like the naked eye saw it, this was the best I could come up with. Shame!

I got myself in a bit of a pickle trying to get the carrier-walker to go through the door, lost my balance a little, and ended up back further inside the flats lobby. Hahaha! If it wasn’t 2Tue04so painful, I could have laughed out loud at myself.

I hobbled along and getting into the waste-chute room was not a lot easier. But I did it carefully, without any Accifauxpas. You can see in this photo, just how small they have made the chute we have to use. This is because of 2Tue05some tenants squashing big load of stuff down, and blocking the shaft, repeatedly. They still do it, of course.

I got in the lift cage, and down to the ground floor with the box of recyclables for the caretaker’s room bin.

Stephen was there with another chap, and I was in my element. They could not stop me, although Stutteringly Stephany affected. I admit, chatting away, joking and smiling. By heck, I’ve missed the nattering, blathering, and small-talk, since the lock-down started. I tend to get a little excited when I get the opportunity for soliloquising, or kibitzing, nowadays. Even with the stuttering, I got a few laughs… although, perhaps it might have been because of my stuttering! Hahaha!

2Tue06Said my farewells, (I swear I could see relief come over their faces, Tsk!) and made my way back up in the elevator to the flat, a tad sad at leaving the human contact behind.

I’d not been in and back on the computer for long, and the landline flashed and rang forth.

It was the Vampire Nurse, come to take my blood. Vanessa, the new girl. While she took the blood, I mentioned the none-opening balcony door. Bless her, she had a go at it for me. But no luck. (No luck – that’s something that follows me everywhere lately!)

Another spell on the computer (Between wee-weeing) of about ten minutes and the landline rang and flashed.

It was Dr Vindla. The first time that she’d ever rung me! She wanted to know I was alright for food and prescriptions. I stuttering told her about the prescriptions having to be fetched be volunteers for me. Explained I was having food delivered online. I thought I’d mention the feet causing me some anguish with the leg ulcer returning and the long toenails, causing me to have a few falls recently (which is true). I was told it’s the same for everybody. I almost apologised for mention it. Still, it was nice to stutter to someone. I’ve done well nattering-wise today. Steve and Paul. Then Doctor. Things are looking up.

WD 0.50.0 Then back to the computing, loaded my Inchcock-made list of words to use, and found the Notepad page, was mysteriously, ‘Not Found’? I thought about crying. Instead, after trying to find out where it had gone, and failing to, I got on with creating another one from scratch. I spent hours and was not getting very far with it.

2Tue11Then the intercom sounded. It was volunteer helper Sarah, who had fetched my prescriptions for me. This is so kind and helpful. I got to open the door before she got up to the flat, and found a parcel laying there on the floor?

I moved the bubble wrap bag into the front room. Then got back to the door as the Lady Sarah arrived. She said who she was, and dropped the bag on the floor, and wished me good luck. I made a point of thanking her with Agusto. I didn’t know if she’s be offended if I offered a G & T in thanks. But she was off with more to delivery to others in a flash. Genuine Angel Mark Two today! Thank you, Sarah!

2Tue13l Got the bag of prescription into the kitchen. There was no Duodenal Donald medicine in it, but I had some, so this might be the month when they skip it, no fretting. I’m afraid they are using the blue & white pods again for the daily dose trays. Just like the last time. The tablets are sticking to the inside of the plastic, with the static electricity used to seal them. I’ll have to take proper care when getting them out, or else it will be like two months ago when the smaller tablets had got stuck underneath the top sheet and I couldn’t get at them without making a decoration of tablets on the kitchen floor.

2Tue12The Amazon parcel was the second reserve headphones I’d ordered. Nearly twice the cost of the ones I got yesterday. Apart from having a volume control on these ones, they are exactly the same! But I’m not complaining about the tablets or headphones at all. I just appreciate having the prescriptions delivered, by a caring helper. And the headphones will be all ready for the next time when I fall one, sit on, drop and break, or lose the current headset. Hahaha!

I got some potatoes mixed with cheese and got them in the oven to cook. I’ll finish on the computer in a while, and get the beef pasties in with the spuds and see how it all goes, the spuds I didn’t realise, were for microwaving only when I ordered them. Fingers crossed.

2Tue14Off to put the pasties in with the spuds now.

Fair nosh, 7/10 for flavour.

Incidentally, if anyone is interested in making imitation rubies, they could do worse than drain a jar of Asda whole beetroots and use them. Of course, you’ll need to find a way of softening the beetroots before you sell them.

Washed the pots, had a wee-wee and got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, inoperable, recliner.

Amazingly, I was off in the land of nod, within a few minutes. No thought-storms to bother me. (I think they had worn themselves out during the day!)

WD 0.50.0 Woken up by the mobile ringing. They had rung off by the time I got to the phone. A Birmingham number 0120.

Getting back to sleep took ages…

WD 0.50.0 The landline then flashed and rang! Can’t blame folk who do not understand my enforced odd hours I keep. It depends on whether or not I slept all the previous night, I’ve had two sleepless nights last week. Whether it be Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Peripheral Pete, Suddering Shoulder Shirley or whichever ailment stop me kipping, it’s always irritating and frustrating, trying to get caught up.

Half-asleep, it was Jenny ringing. She kindly told me that Lloyds Chemist, in Sherwood, still deliver prescriptions. (I read they are going to charge, but it’ll be worth it if its a reasonable cost) I’ll have to talk to the surgery to see if the Doctor Vindla can send them to Sherwood. Good of her to think of me. Bless her.

Now the Thought Storms began again. So drifting off again was a long time coming.

Be back in the morning to update, or, if I cannot get to sleep again, later tonight. Int life confusing? Hehehe!

Inchcockski – Monday 11th May 2020: Mostly, a maelstrom of a day. Tsk!

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Monday 11th May 2020

Dutch-Western-Frisian: Maandag 11 Mei 2020

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GM May b WD 180.50.0 00:00hrs: No sleep again, second night in the trot. I reckon all the worries are getting to me again. No medications left again. Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who have not delivered anything yet, and now I’m up the creek without a paddle. I must try to ask Reichsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana if she can find the time to ring them for me, to ascertain what’s what. But they are always so busy, especially on a Monday. My biggest worry is if I have done something silly with pills while I was having one of my feared memory blanks, I’ve had a couple of ‘Blanks’, this last week.

Then there is the balcony door that I cannot unlock for love nor money. I’ll feel such a dumbo if someone comes to unlock it straight away! Which is what I fear may happen. 

I got on with making up a template for this blog and got the graphics loaded.

Then a hobble to the Porcelain Throne, and sheer pain, but no bleeding was the result. Constipation Konrad still in control.

WDP 12bI made a brew of Glengettie Gold, turned the computer off. Went onto checking around the flat, taps, lights etc., and put the telly on, to fall asleep watching it. This time, there was no need.

At long last, bliss in the form of kip arrived within seconds!

1Mon001WD 180.50.0 06:30hrs: I woke with a start. I was certain that the balcony window lock/catch problem had been playing on my mind, or in a dream, maybe. For when the brain kicked in, my only ambition at that time was to try to open the door again. Not that I could think of anything other than I had already tried to use. Abject failure, to get the door opened.

With my forgetfulness, absentmindedness and hypomnesia, I feared that I have just forgotten how to lock the door mechanism? Then again, I genuinely can’t remember ever being shown how to lock and unlock it. I’d never used it before. Bafflement and uncertainty lingered, and the stomach rumbling began, and I made my way to the wet room for Porcelain Throne duties.

WD 180.50.0 Things felt as solid as a rock, and after a short while, I abandoned my mission. Off to have a mug of tea. And then did a spot of ferreting in the medical drawer. In search of some tablets that may have dropped loose in there.

I found a loose 80g Atorvastin tablet, these are massive, so easy to identify. (Not so easy to take down, though. Hehe!) And one other tablet, which I did not know whether it was a Codeine Phosphate, Bisoprolol Fumarate (Beta Blocker), or a Furesomide (Water retention tablet)? Pot-luck! Paracetamol and Warfarin were in packets, so I had some of these in stock. No Ramipril, Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, just up the road from the Lidl store, who have not delivered anything yet. I took what I’d found, but of course, there was one other tablet, which I did not know whether it was a Codeine Phosphate, Bisoprolol Fumarate (Beta Blocker), or a Furesomide?

Paracetamol and Warfarin were in packets, so I had some of these in stock. No Pentoxifylline, Furosemide? Bisoprolol-Fumarate?, Atorvastatin, Omeprazole, Ramipril, Peptic Antacid, or Clobetasone cream to take or use. Oh, I hope I’ve not got this all mixed up!

1Mon01 Made brew, and took this snap of the crisp, bright morning. Then I started this blog off. I soon got sidetracked to the Porcelain Throne again. Another none-movement-session.

Back on the WordPressing site. Then the reader section. Made another brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. Packed up the box if recyclables to go down to the bin later.

Then a third visit to the Throne. Ah, action at last! Long, slow and painful (as is always expected), but no bleeding from anywhere either! Great!

Back on the computer, and this blog.

Warden Deana rang, she’s such a good voice carrying tone on the phone. Asked a few questions, and with Stuttering Stephanie annoying me, I managed to explain about the falls and prescription dilemma. She will call them for me at 09:00hrs, and get back to me. Bless her cotton socks! I forgot to mention the balcony door lock, but it might be best not to yet, you never know, I might get it unlocked, later.

09:30hrs, I went on Coreldraw to do a couple of graphics, then made up a template for tomorrow.

10:35hrs: So, got template done. Then I tended to the ablutionalisationing. I wonder if it can go as well as yesterday’s did? No, hang on, Deana might ring about the chemist call. I’ll have a quick, door open so I may be able to hear the phone ring, stand-up wash. Back in a bit.

1Mon0211:12hrs: That was another decent (stand-up) session in the shower room. A cut or two shaving and some dropsies, toothpaste, soap (3 – it’s getting smaller with use, Haha!)

Little Inchies fungal lesion was singing a bit, but again, not bleeding! A bit of a disappointing run of luck after the session mind.

WD 180.50.0 The old aching pins (legs), didn’t look any betterer than they did yesterday. The long toenails and feet were more painful, for sure. The legs seemed to be losing some meat again? Ah, well! I’m not complaining… not really! After all, Arthur Itis was a lot easier. Little victories, and all that!

I phoned Obersturmbannführeress and Ballet Dancing Champion, Warden Deana. To tell her I was not going to be in for a while, as I had to sort out a big box of recycling material and take it with the glass bottles down to the caretaker’s bins. She mentioned she had not got through to the chemist yet, not answering. Oh, dear, they are so busy. I’m becoming a nuisance again, I fear!

I got the box made up and the bottles in a bag and meandered slowly to the elevator, and down to the bins. Back up to the flat, having only seen one person, and she kept well away from me. Don’t blame her either!

1Mon04I went for a wee-wee and took this poor quality snap of the Colin Cramp affected knees.

It’s Just as well that Arthur Itis is more concerned with bothering the ankle ulcer area at the moment. I wouldn’t have coped so well if both ailments were having a go at the same location. Hehe! Swings and Roundabouts again!

WD 180.50.0 Then, being the sharp, alert, conscientious, quick-as-lightning, old chap that I am, I realised I had not taken the black bag to the waste chute. It could happen to anyone! So, I clambered and got the bag from the three-wheeler walker guide, grabbed the walking stick near the door, and poddled carefully to the waste-chute room.

1Mon04aWD 180.50.0 Just as I started lifting up the black bag towards the metal chute… Shuddering Shoulder Shirley started-off!

I bravely, nae, almost courageously, made a grab at the falling receptacle, which put me off-balance, and down I went. Caught the side of my head on the way down. But that was of little consequence, compared the pain as I stubbed my toes and foot in struggling to get up getting. Argh!, comes to mind! 

Gingerly, I gently made my way back to the flat. Got in, and dug out some weak pain killers, for the agony from the toes, mainly.

Made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea.

Back on the computer, but with a little less enthusiasm and conviction now.

The very kind and empathetic lady from Nottingham City Homes rang me. She was doing a check on folks to see if they are coping with getting food and prescriptions. Well, bless her, that set off about Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who have not delivered any medicines yet, and now I’m up the creek without a paddle and any tablets! Then I explained about Warden Deana looking into it for me. But the conversation was not easy. I could hear the ladies voice well enough, it was Stuttering Stephanie again. My stop-start, jittery talking, or attempts at talking, must have been frustrating for the lady to listen to. But she was very patient with me, and that meant such a lot. Thank Madam! I added that the food situation is fine at the moment and thanked her again.

 Minutes after the lady rang off, Deana rang me back. She had got hold of the chemist for me Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who have not delivered any medicines yet, and now I’m up the creek without a paddle and no tablets!) 

WD 180.50.0 Deana told me the medications will be ready for collection tomorrow, what time we don’t know. But they, (Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, who have not delivered any medicines yet, and now I’m up the creek without a paddle and any tablets!), said they can no longer deliver them. Deana asked if I would allow her to contact the volunteer group, to try to arrange a pick-up. She’ll ring me back when she finds something out. I thanked her, muchly.

Ten-minutes later, the door-bell chimed out. My thoughts almost contained a smear of excitement! Is this the Amazon delivery of the cheapo headphones to replace the ones I sat on and broke? Deana coming with good news? The blood nurse? Nope!

It was Josie returning her tray, cutlery and plate from her Sunday meal. Ah, well, it was nice to have a chinwag with her. She wanted to give me some chocolate in thanks. I thanked her for the kind thought and reminded her of my diabetes. So I could not accept them. She inquired about how long I had been diagnosed as a diabetic. It’s heartwarming when someone else forgets things too. Hahaha! She’d enjoyed the meal, that perked me up a tad.

Back on the computer, and the mobile rang again. T’was Deana. She’s been in touch with the volunteers. Someone will call for the prescriptions tomorrow. But we need to know what time they will be ready etc., Deana will let me know when she knows.

I got a headache with everything happening at once. Hehehe!

1Mon06I got some baked beans, and added a packet of black bean sauce and stirred it in well, to marinate, then got it on a low heat on the hob.

Turned on the oven to pre-heat it. The plan being, to have two cobs, filled with beefburgers with the beans.

1Mon06aHerbert sounded busy with his modelling this morning. I checked on Amazon for the ETA/tracker for the headphones.

ETA approximated at 15:30 > 17:30hrs today. That’s fair enough for me. I just hope that they have the right size jack plug fitted to them, so they will fit in the TV.

I might try mending the old ones with the Gorilla tape.

1Mon05b

Mind you, the Gorilla tape is locked in the balcony, with no way of unlocking the door. Gawd, I’m such a lucky person!

I’m getting a bit jaded now. Can’t touch me for it! Hahaha!

I got the burgers in the oven and made up the nosh ASAP.

Ahahaha! The intercom rang, and flashed. Just as well that I was in the hallway at the time. Because I could not hear it sounding at all, the lit-up panel warned me. That’s another thing, I’m getting so low of hearing-aid batteries, I’m not using them all the time, to conserve what I have left. Summat else to fret over brought to mind. Tut-tut! I bet no end of folks are in the same or even worse pickle over and with this flipping being locked-down. Good luck and all the bestest to each one of them!

WD 180.50.01Mon06C It was the Amazon delivery of the cheapo headphones.

I left them in the box on the recliner until I’d had a go at the meal. Which was slowly getting colder and colder as I mucked about tackling all the obstacles that presented themselves, obviously, in the Woodthorpe Court based Goblin, Ghosts and Alien plan to stop me eating the beefburger and beans until they were fully heatless! Humph!

WD 180.50.0 I had to painfully visit the Porcelain Throne, Harold’s Haemorrhoids needed medicating, and I knocked over the clothes dryer, that needed sorting out and making safe, in my rushing to get to the fodder.

1Mon06b

Despite the mysterious wonders of 72, Woodthorpe Courts Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum, to cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’, I still ate most of the fodder. I left the mini pies and much of the bean mix. Gragglespitgurgle!

I was multi-tasking, as I was washing the pots. Pondering on the easiest way to commit suicide now I can’t get the door lock opened to jump off of the balcony. Wondering if they will ever show the Red Dwarf film again on the telly, so I can try to watch it all the way through without nodding off, and how long will it be before I break, drop or sit on these new headphones? Yes, I think I was getting overtired. Hehehe!

From getting into the £300, second-hand, cringingly-beige-coloured, inoperable, rusty, rickety, recliner, and putting on the headphones, being pleasantly surprised at the simplicity and sound, and waking up in six hours later, there is no memory whatsoever.

Sometimes, I think this is not a bad thing. But I’m not so sure, now I’ve said it?