Inchcockski. Saturday 17th August 2019: I think I might be going bonkers?

2019 Aug 17

2019 Aug 17

Saturday 17th August 2019

Croatian: Subota, 17 Kolovoza 2019. godine

Born on 17 August 1907: Gustav Schwarzenegger was an Austrian police chief, postal inspector, and a military police officer. Father of Hollywood star Arnold Schwarzenegger.

23:35hrs: I’d fallen asleep so early yesterday, but woke in a decent frame of mind, almost to the point of contentedness!

wd 0.0.255a As I was removing the legs from the chair they were spread on, (the £300, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, c1968, rickety recliner is not currently working), I managed without any effort whatsoever, to clout my left ankle on the leg of the swivel chair! I pulled the foot away, and hit the top of the already stubbed toe! A quiet-mild oath was muttered.

I contacted my inner launch-control and rose to get to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). Another of the SNS (Short-No-Sensation) wee-wees. No pain at all, but working out when the trickling-tap had stopped needed all my attention. Haha! 

I took the bucket with me and cleaned and sanitised it in the wet room. No call to the Porcelain Throne as yet. The toe and ankle were beginning to sting and sing a bit! I got the hand-washing hung to dry off. Made a brew, took the medications, and as I was returning to the computer, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room.

WD 0.0.255 The evacuation was not only massive but was most resistant. I had to employ all of my limited strength to force things along. Once the action started, I wondered if it would ever end! The most facinorous visit in years!

6Sat01I cleaned the blood, the Throne, and myself, and returned to the kitchen to make and take a Movicol and Senna tablet. I noted, how oddly I was walking, Haha!

I took a photographicalisation of the midnight skyline, and returned with a refreshed mug of tea, and started to update the blog.

The computer seemed so slow. It took me until 02:45hrs to get it finished. I had a slightly different LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling) wee-wee. Then posted off the dairy.

I went on the WordPress Reader section. I spent a long time on here today, so much good stuff to peruse and comment on.

After several more of the weak-unwilling-sprinkly wee-wees, I made a start on this post.

Then I went on Facebook, I’ve fallen far behind on it with the time being limited by flood damage limitationalisationing, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, medical visits and my need to catch up on my sleep. 03:50hrs: Here goes, on Facebooking.

WD 0.0.255 06:55hrs: Slow going, thanks to:

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Stopped to make a brew and eat a Club orange biscuit. Wee-wee update, just two, both of the SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) variety, while I have been doing the Facebooking, up to now, they seem to have steadied down?

07:30 Went on the TFZer site. Got the Facebooking finished at last. Phew! Made another cuppa, took a wee-wee and started on CorelDrawing to make up some graphics for the templates. Another long slog of a job. The fingers are not doing their usual jumping, but they are not recording anything they touch much, hence, for a very aggravatingly long time being spent correcting and editing. Not that it bothered me, of course… Ahem!

11:25hrs. Sister Jane rang, but unfortunately, I was in a low mood at the time. She said they were considering coming to see me. But if they did, I’d say something wrong, or get the hump with being nitpicked at. I just can’t take any criticism at the moment. With the hassle of the new ailments, added appointments etc. to cope with. So I told her straight, I was not in a communicative frame of mind. I suppose I might have upset (unintentionally) her a little. But Nottingham Forest is the last of my worries nowadays. I more or less promised to try for next weekend. But I’m right depressed today. I was grand yesterday and earlier this morning. Blood tests Monday at the surgery for 07:30hrs, no, that’s for Tuesday. Then I have to make my way to the Nottingham City hospital stroke ward, for an assessment that goes on for two hours. Trying to clean up after floods, I got the shakes and dancing routine! Clouted my head on the shelf. I’m too low for a visit at the moment. And tomorrow I have to get Josie’s cheesy potato meal done. The haemorrhoids are bleeding. So many things all at once. I am becoming a sad person. I can’t cope with being told what to do, with smug, simple-sounding, ‘Well you must…’ advice from people who do not know my situation or problems. Sorry about that, I’m sinking into a miserable morass, I think.

But, I’m going to try and get myself feeling better. Food might help. I’ve got a potato and peas cooking. I’m not very happy with myself.

6Sat02aAt last, I’ve got a couple of page top graphics in hand, at long last. I’ll do some ‘Thoughts’ graphics and rhymes next, but, a mug of tea and a wee-wee first. Then back on CorelDrawing.

I took a photo of the wonderful sky. But still, I was feeling somewhat low and annoyed with myself. Irritable, ashamed, useless, and it took some shaking off. I think I’ll mention these moods to the nurse in the morning at the blood tests. If the listening nurse does me.

12:35hrs, got the thoughts finished. And suddenly I seemed to hear an odd noise, so I went on a hobble-about to investigate.

6Sat03WD 0.0.255 Oh, dear, It was the water spitting and bubbling out of the large saucepan on the cooker! I’d left the heat on the potato far too high! Had to clean the stove and the floor. So n0w the arthritic knees are playing up, after the getting down and up. Ah, well!

I closed down everything with the computer. Took the medications. Had a horrendously 6Sat03asurprising BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee. Then got the munificent nosh prepared and served up. The Leicestershire red cheese is excellent for cooking.

The meal did nothing to cheer me up at all. However, I still enjoyed, nay; relished it, all the same. Unfortunately, a mind-blast of worryingly nefarious, fretting, self-hating, and depression, well, more of melancholia overtook the grey-cells as I finished noshing. This took the benefit of the 8/10 Taste-Rated fodder. Although the subjects and topics going through the brain were not wanted, I felt a bit like a solo, companionless deipnosophist. Haha!

6Sat04I got the washing up done, and the wicked and unneeded weariness began, and I became a useless article.

I got the medications taken and settled to watch some crap on TV, it didn’t matter what it was to me. It was only a way of getting some nodding-off done, thus hopefully escaping this rather harrowing, depressive psychosis I’d, unfortunately, found myself in. At first, the plan worked great, and I slipped into the land of nod quickly.

WD 0.0.255 But, into a slumber that was filled with dreams. They were like rapid-fire representations of my fears and worries. So open and clear.

wd 0.0.255a I was happy when I somehow or other, fell out of the £300 second-hand, rickety recliner, ending up on my bum, with one leg still sticking up on the chair, and woke with the mind temporarily, content, just happy that I had woken up and been freed of that damned nightmare! One part of the hallucinations, involved a relative from many years ago, Ralph or Ray, who lived in Ratcliffe-on-Trent. He was a hero of mine in those days, rode a bike everywhere I think; He was talking to me in this flat and telling me not to bother, it’s not worth the effort?

WD 0.0.255 I’d recalled this bit about Ralph, and pondered over it before I even attempted to get myself back upright. My getting back into the chair, was amazingly easy for me? I sat a while, but the mind started kicking-off again with its Worry-Storming.

I got up and made a mug of tea. Realising the right knee might have taken a clout in the fall, I applied some of the Pain-Gel. Then got back down in the £300 second-hand, c1968, grottily-beige coloured, rickety recliner, to drink the brew.

Thank heavens, the mind must have been getting tired, for it let me drift-off, and I slept right through undisturbed any further, for about five hours. Bliss!

Inchcockski – Tues 13 Aug 19: A decent little hobble photographicalisationing today. Didn’t do the stubbed-toe much good though. Hahaha!

2019 Aug 13

Political Humour

The policeman is the rarest!

Tuesday 13th August 2019

Icelandic: Þriðjudaginn 13. ágúst 2019

2Tue01WD 0.0.0. 1:10hrs: The stubbed middle toe was the reason for little sleep last night. So tender, anything that comes close to touching it, hurts! Haha!

I gave up any idea of trying to get back to slumberland. The extraction of the cumbersome wobbly body from the £300 second-hand, c1968, unappealingly-dour, beige-coloured, currently on strike, rickety, recliner, was done exceptionally obnixely, and with care. I wanted to avoid any Accifauxpas and or further toe-stubbing at all costs.

The mind was still in the same state as it was last night, obnubilated and worry-filled. A wee-wee was taken in the used-just-once overnight, EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), and it was of the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) variety. The hand-washing was hung up to dry. I was taking great care as I moved about, to avoid any toe-stubbings! I took the medications with spring water. No health checks were done.

2Tue03

It looks like a new sphygmomanometer and thermometer will be needed. Made brew of Yorkshire Tea. The flavour of the tea has not been up to par over the last few days. Perhaps it is with the upgrading of the water system? Or, of course, it could be my innards or taste-buds?

WD 0.0.0. Off to use the 2Tue02Porcelain Throne. What an ultra-messy affair! Things had softened a lot, yet still, the pain in passing remains? The hand was starting to shake a little, hence the terrible photo of the bruised middle toe. I think the toe next to the big one must have got a stubbing along with the centre toe?

I cleaned things and myself up, and returned to the kitchen to collect the tea, took it carefully with me to the front-junk-office-bedroom, and started the computer.

I updated the Monday post and got it sent off. The fingers and hands were not playing up much at all? But I was concerned, that with the odd tremble in the right leg, it might burst forth into a full-blown Neuropathic Schuhplattler routine. All was well, though, up to now. I dreaded to think of the pain from the stubbed toe if the limb did start dancing. Oy Vey! It is a rarity for shaking, stomping and dance routine to activate, though. I think it has only done it around ten-times since the stroke in total. So, I must stop fretting!

WD 0.0.0. I tried adding some photographs to the Pinterest site, but it never told me of any problems, the photos just didn’t appear? The Liberty-Global Virgin Media box had its lights flashing and the occasional slowing down. But I don’t know why this problem persisted. I gave up with trying to upload in the end.

Made a start on this post. Got as far as here, and had another LRWS wee-wee. Washed the hands and made another mug of tea, determined to drink this one! Huh! I took care not to stub anything when moving around. But the EQ told me, it would come again, the moment I lost concentration. Damned EQ!

Got the ablutions done. A good session, no toe-stubbing, (that had been done earlier, Tsk!) I wore the middle-size bamboo socks, to avoid the daily morning battle with the sock-glide, I can usually manage to get this pair on without the torture-glide farce. No shower taken, I had a stand-up wash this morning, being as I was going out early, to avoid the noise. The dropsies were increased a bit, mind; Twice the soap went, once with a little venom and flew off into the shower via the wall! The toothpaste tube, the razor, and the ear-sprayer also abscondicated. Hey-ho!

It was time to use the waste chute then, so I put the bags down and returned to get the three-wheeler and empty jars to take down with me. The original plans for me to go to Asda (Walmart) in Arnold, were waylaid on my way down in the elevator. I decided to go to the Continental shop in Sherwood, and the Lidl store in Carrington, thus allowing myself a decent hobble, before the weather turns nasty, if it does as they say it will, starting tomorrow! I just can’t recall which shop I bought the yoghourt covered rice cakes from. But I think it was from the Ozan store. High winds and showers warning on the radio (Not the wind and rain, I mean the message! Hahaha!)

2Tue03I placed the jar in the recycle bin on the way out. I threw a good morning to the caretaker, Steve, I think, but I didn’t hear what was offered in reply.

I took a half-decent picture of Winwood Heights from Chestnut Way, near to the Winchester Court Flats. And made my along to Winchester Street.

2Tue04WD 0.0.0. I was most impressed with workmen’s ingenuity in creating a genuine piece of Nottinghamian Street Art near the corner of the roads, using the signs and broken barriers that they had been removing. The subtle originality in doing this; are they have covered up the fractured sewer access hole at the same time! Very impressive, lads!

2Tue05WD 0.0.0. The mystery rusty white Mercedes van was still their, along with several other vehicles, parked right on the pedestrian’s footpath.

So I had to walk down the middle of the road again! I still think it just might be a stolen van that has been dumped. It’s been there for about three weeks, I guess.

I was once again, in an unaccountably, unwonted decent frame of mind. Found myself singing some Elvis and Cliff Richard 1960’s hit songs as I plodded down the hill. Which took me back and the memories flooded into my grey cells. Good and bad ones!

2Tue06WD 0.0.0.I was nearly on Mansfield Road realising I had got that far yet (I hope that makes sense?).

A little more Nottinghamiam Street Art on the corner of Dornoch Avenue. Whoever had hit the post, had a left a pretty display of glass, with some red light plastics scattered around. Hehehe!

2Tue07I went into the Ozan International Food Centre store. I could not find any of the yoghourts covered rice cakes, so I asked the young, tall, thick, appealing, attractive, highly desirous lady if they sold them. But they didn’t. So, maybe it must be Lidl then?

Or was it Asda, after all? Tsk!

2Tue15I bought some cakes and lemon baguettes for Jenny, Deana, Julie and Josie for a treat.

I can drop them off on the way home for them.

The weather was perfect for a hobble, and I took a really steady one, along Mansfield Road and into Carrington.

2Tue08I was still taking extra-care because of the stubbed-toe, and not wanting to trap it again on the three-wheeler trolley wheels!

Better safe than sorry. The pain from the toe got no worse, despite all the limping along I did. I was getting a bit of a decent pace going as well.

2Tue09WD 0.0.0. The same ignorant, supercilious, self-centred, arrogant shit-head, who did it on yesterday, came from behind and swerved around me. Making me jump. The bombastic, nasty, superior acting, uncaring, maleficent, pernicious, sanguinary, truculent, slob, carried on doing the same to other people as he cycled on into the distance. But it didn’t bother me! Humph!

2Tue23Over the hill and down to Carrington. Where I was greatly cheered when I met Big John outside the laundry on Mansfield Road. We had a great chinwag. He said he’d come to see me soon, at the flat.

So, I took my newly inflated ego to the Lidl Store. Which might explain why I bought so much stuff!

Nibbles for the Social Hour, beef pasties, sweets, Japanese rice snacks, Bavarian ham. To along with the cakes I got from the Continental shop. I paid up and left to catch a bus back up to Sherwood. Oh, I found the milk chocolate and yoghourt covered rice cakes in Lidl. Not cheap, but so delightful tasting!

2Tue18On the bus, I found the self-serve till receipt had an extra bt on it, for a copy of the Sun newspaper? Mmm!

I was soon back in Sherwood and alighting the bus. I had a walk around window shopping at first, as there was plenty of time before the L9 bus was due to arrive. There were two chaps sat on a bench. Both profoundly involved in their mobile phones. The younger one started his e-cigarette going. The smoke encouraged the older gentleman to say something to him, swear at him (I heard that, a four-letter word!), and turn his back to him Hahaha!

2Tue11

I called into the Wilko store and bought a bottle of their fabric freshener with the Y-Lang scent, that I am so fond of. They did not have saucepans in stock!

I called in two of the charity shops, to see if they had any small saucepans with lids. But they hadn’t got any either.

Up to the bus stop. No fellow tenants in the shelter. When the bus arrived, there was only one who I knew to say hello to, was on the vehicle?

Back at the complex, only five residents were waiting for the bus, and they all needed the outward bound L9. I chatted to a couple of Winchesteronaian’s, then made my way to the new Obersturmbannführeresses Office in Winwood Centre, to hand over their nibbles. But the holding-cell was locked up. So, I decided to use the new walk-through corridor back to the Woodthorpe Court.

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Up to the apartment, and called at Josie’s to hand her the treats. I got in the flat and got some potatoes simmering to use to make the cheesies later for the nosh.

2Tue19No demand for any wee-weeing. Which was worrying!

A letter and form from the local constabulary had been posted through the door.

I made a brew, then got the updating of this blog started.

2Tue20It was slow going, and a bit of a grind is today’s updating.

So I went out on the balcony, to take some photographs, while the sun was out. I took the first one, through the bottom half of the glass on the terrace. I didn’t risk life, limb and losing any more chunks of a finger on the metal spring clip that need pushing and pulling at the 2Tue21same time to open the end window.

I went to the kitchen next, and opened a window, one of the thick-framed, light and view-blocking ones, with the glass that cannot be reached safely for cleaning; and took this zoomed-in photograph. It really looks like another country.

2Tue24Got the nosh prepared. Bit of a feast this time. The cheesy potatoes were made with a drop of vinegar, and onion salt, using Leicester Red cheese. At least today, I got it all enjoyed and eaten. A worthy 7/10 for Flavour Rating. I watched Rumpole of the Bailey on TV, while I was dealing with the coenaculous activities (eating).

The clearing and cleaning up afterwards was an arduous task. The potato mix didn’t have any butter in it today, and the spoons and forks used to do the mixing and mashing were unbelievably sticky and hard to remove! Tsk!

2Tue22I got the handwashing done and hung to dry, and went for a wee-wee.

WD 0.0.0. The super-stubbed middle left toe’s bruising/bleeding seemed to be going a two-tone purple shade. Made an interesting change. Hehe!

I got the medications out ready for taking later, into the £30 second-hand recliner, and it appears, swiftly fell asleep!

07:30hrs: When I awoke with a bit of a jump, it was already light, and the brain panicked, and the body almost of its own accord, extracted itself from the rickety recliner, and the grey bucket was utilised for a remarkably forceful ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) wee-wee.

Feeling unexpectedly tired and heavy-eye-lidded, I went to make a brew and take the morning medications. During which, I noticed last nights doses in their pot, and for a few seconds, confusion reigned.

WD 0.0.0. Ah, things fell into place then! It was not 07:30hrs, but 19:30hrs! I had not overslept. I had only been asleep for an hour! No wonder I was feeling so tired! What a Meshugener!

I took the evening pills, got a home-made drink of orange and spring water, and got the computer on, to update this blog.

Virg8 black

Turned things off then back on. No good! Tried the reset button, no luck! Turned everything off and back on again, and Mr Fries Liberty-Global Internet came back on.

Ten-minutes or so later…

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Is there no authority that can bring these expensive, lying, untouchable, money and wealth greedy, con-men to book, for their lies, false claims and lack of decency and morality? No, I suppose not! If there were one, people like Fries,  Jan du Plessis, BT Internet, Trista Harrison, Talk-Talk etc. would probably have wangled or bribed their way onto the board of any regulators as well. Gnash!

Things, Fries-wise restarted of its own accord, but it was so slow!

I had run out of templates, so set about making some up in advance. Went on CorelDrawing first. To make the graphics.

Then back to WordPress, to get the blog templates set up for a couple of days.

Midnight approaches, TTFNski!

Inchcock Today. Saturday 10th August 2019: An oddly-most Day again!

2019 Aug 10

2019 Aug 10

Saturday 10th August 2019

Hindi: शनिवार 10 अगस्त 2019

02:30hrs: I bestirred into semi-life, sure I had been dreaming all through the night! What I was dreaming of is a mystery. But I think I was making myself nervous with whatever the nightmare was about. For, although it felt nippy all around me, I was pouring out sweat like never before. The lingering pong with it wasn’t very nice, either.

Amazingly, there were no calls for a wee-wee or the Porcelain Throne? Most uncharacteristic! The mind was a tad reluctant to activate at first, but when it did, the hateful stampede of unwanted worries, fears, guilty-conscience driven penitancy invaded my peace of mind.

wd 0.0.128 WD 0.0.128A Rising from the £300, flea-bitten, grungy beige-coloured, second-hand, c1968 recliner, I pushed over the spring water bottle. Bent to pick it up and knocked the walking stick over, then as I retrieved the stick, the back went, and I slid down and hit my head on the chair arm, right where I banged it on the cupboard door yesterday. Then stubbed my toe against the Ottoman! I recall thinking, well, that’s got a few Whoopsiedangleplops out of the way in a short time – As I made my way to the kitchen, I kicked over the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket)! Panic set in, “I’d spilt urine all over the carpet, Argh!” I grabbed a kitchen roll nearby, and got down on my knees and began to wipe around… but there were no wet or damp patches? I soon worked out the confusing dilemma, though. The bucket was empty in the first place! I’d not used it all night! I did feel a twit! I got myself semi-perpendicular again, and hobbled to the kitchen, with a headache, but in a reasonably good frame of mind, all considered.

What an unforgettable, extraordinary awakening that was!

I got the medications taken, and the health checks were done. Moved the handwashing onto the airer to continue the drying process.

Then I tackled the updating of the Friday blog. Starting so late didn’t help, but the hands and fingers were being kind to me. I was (unfathomably) full of determination after finishing the post and sending it off! Made a brew of tea, and went on the WordPress Reader on an excellent session of reading others blogs.

Then, I made a new post of the photographs I took in town yesterday and posted it off.

A pictorial plod around the Slab

It should go with the old Old Slab Square post I did some years ago. A sort of saddish mini update. Hehe!

Ye Olde Walk around Nottingham Slab Square

6Sat01I got in the wet room and had a refreshing wash. The legs seem to be mutating again, and going back into a knobbly, misshaped blotchy sort of mode? Hehe!

They have definitely acquired different sizes and dimensions once more. A tinge of reddishness seemed to be returning this morning as well.

6Sat02The hands and arms had much more colour to them as well.

When I returned to the computer, Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, seemed to be going like the clappers! Well, not so slow as usual, anyway.

I made up a Morrison food order for next week. Then made another brew, to replace the one I’d left to brew-well in the kitchen and forgotten all about. Tsk!

Made a start on this blog.

My allotriophagy came to the fore when I fancied a BBQ pot noodle for breakfast! So, I had one!

WD 0.0.128A I was getting the very late indeed breakfast made, and the worst Dizzy Dennis attack ever came over me! It took me ages to regain balance and a clearish head again. Still, I got the pot noodle eaten and enjoyed. But, I sensed that things were not finished yet in the dizzy-stakes.

I spent hours on CorelDrawing, making up graphics to store until later.

6Sat29WD 0.0.128A An early desire for the meal and I made up this mishmash and got it served up. Asparagus, Urgh! Beetroot Ball-bearing-hard! Fresh garden peas, Gorgeous! Tomatoes, Bitter! Pork Pie slices Tasty enough! Gherkins Rock hard! Sliced apple, Okay and McCains low fat oven chips, Very acceptable! A Lemon mousse

Flavour rating was just a 5/10. But, being as I was suddenly not feeling 100%, this might have caused the taste-buds to play up. Even the mug of Glengettie tea afterwards, tasted different, off somehow?

I washed and stripped off, well, I put on some fresh PPs, and settled in the £300, c1968, horrendously-beige-coloured, grotty, second-hand recliner. With moments, I was up and off to the Porcelain Throne.

WD 0.0.128A Where I remained for ages and along time, after getting a visit from Dizzy Dennis while on the Throne. It’s hard to explain really, I’ve never had such a thing happen before, at least I can’t remember it if I had. It was as if the brain had given up, and settled into a sort of ‘sleep-mode’, and felt as if there was a definite chance I may fall off of the Porcelain. This lingered, and went on for ages.

When I managed to get up and wash things, I decided to do the hand-washing. Washed, rinsed and onto the hanger to dry. (The clothes, not me. Haha!)

Got down in the recliner, the head still spinning. And I assume, fell asleep. But no notes found on the pad, or memories to call on until I woke up.

Thank heavens, without the attentions of Dizzy Dennis!

Inchcockski – Thursday 8th August 2019: Oddliest of Days!

2019 Aug 08

2019 Aug 08

Thursday 8th August 2019

Indonesian: Kamis 8 Agustus 2019

23:25hrs: I woke in the specific knowledge that something was going to go wrong. The EQ was positive of this!  I was calm about this, for it was a definite happening and warning from the EQ, so nothing could change things. I just had to try and stay relaxed when it arrives.

I disentangled my short, plump body with its skinny quivering limbs, from the £300, second-hand, c1968, hideous grotty, beige-coloured, rickety, sometimes working, recliner. I utilised the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). The very rare for me, BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee, was a bit of a shock at first, but painless.

WD 153.51.0b WDA 153.51.102 I hobbled off to the kitchen to put the kettle on primarily – but my plans had to take a back-seat. The overflow pipe from above I think, was dripping into the kitchen sink. I don’t know what water it is, but it has stained the metal sink! I’ll have to mention this to Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and part-time Financial Advisor Deana, later. If I can get into their new Kamp Commanders offices in Winwood Court.

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Ah, well, nowt to be done about it now. So, I cleaned things up, the staining was too deep to get cleaned off, Huh! I got the kettle on and rinsed-out the handwashing and got them hanging to dry.

4Thu05WD 153.51.0b I started to do the health checks. The sphygmomanometer took me three tries to get it to work, but the results were just fine! Sys 149, Dia 72, and the pulse showed 81. But the problem was the thermometer. It would not show me what the temperature reading was, just ‘Low’? Then after giving up on it…

WDA 153.51.102 The ear spray 4Thu05asqueezer, flew out of the hand as the arm did a peripheral neuralgic inspired, imitation orchestra-conducting routine! It travelled through the air and hit the window, fell downwards and drained itself of all the contents, all over the kitchen towel it dropped down the cardboard tube of. At the same time, the back of the hand gave the cupboard one hell a vicious, back-handed upper-cut! That made me flinch a bit! Haha!

As I was taking the medications, the need for the Porcelain Throne made itself known. So, off of the wet room. This session was more like I like them to be! Far shorter, and less painful than they have been in ages. Almost, a pleasure,

WD 153.51.0b Then I started to update the Wednesday blog a last, and the finger-ends went numb on me. Not any twitching, just a loss of sensitivity to touch again. Which was making typing more challenging to get right! Many errors and far too much correctionalisationing needed!

WD 153.51.0b Then, just to pee me off, even more…

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I pressed on as best I could with the fingers, (well, it’d be impossible without them, wouldn’t it. Hahaha!) with the updating. Which took me ages to complete, but I got there. Posted off to WordPress. I made some more page top graphics and thoughts, then made a start on this post.

4Thu001WD 153.51.0b I made a brew and noticed the red moon as I did so. For some reason, when I took this picture of Earth’s only natural satellite, it showed up as white? Could this have been due to red-eye correction? I don’t even know if there is an option on the Canon. Mind you, I can’t find out how to get to cut down the lens timing, or make it store smaller pictures. Despite my fumbling around and thinking I had opted for small storage size, it continues to drain the computer memory with massive ones. Tsk! Tim in New Mexico told me how to do these things, but finding out where to change them well, its a challenge for a thicko like me!

I went on the WordPress Reader, and had a read and look at others work. Some great stuff enjoyed and liked.

I just had to try and catch up on Facebook, I’m so far behind. Spent two hours getting it done! Swagger Mode Adopted!

4Thu06WDA 153.51.102 Off to get the ablutions sorted out. A couple of little nicks, shaving. A new bruise from the battle with the sock-glide. And lastly, as I was coming out of the wet room, I went back in to get the wrist alarm, and gave myself a rather painful toe-stubbing, on the metal legs of the shower chair! I believe I may have something like; Oh, blow it! The pins were okay. I made up the black bags and took them with me and dropped them down the waste 4Thu06chute. Caught a lift down to the foyer. Not a soul about. Outside, there was a bit of wind blowing up, but no cold with it at all, and no signs of rain in the air.

I strolled delicately along, slowly with the three-wheeler, and towards the end of the complex, the yellow no-parking lines, which cannot be in force yet, were buried by parked vehicles.

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How the bus can get through, beats me. On Winchester Street Hill at the top, the Mercedes van was still parked in the same spot on the pavement. Again I had to go on the road to get by it. I took a photo that shows the registration number. Thinking if I see a policeman in Sherwood, I can tell him, so he or she can check to see if it had been stolen.

What the heck am I thinking of – ‘See a Policeman in Sherwood?’ Not a cat in hells chance! What an Eizel, and alter cocker, I am!

I made my merrily, contentedly and singing to myself, down the hill, occasionally nearly losing control of the three-wheeler guide. Hehe! At the junction of Mansfield, I took snap to the left, then to the right. I had planned to take some pictures of the whole row of shops, but the shakes forced me to take four tries before I got these two that were unblurred enough to use!

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There were very few shoppers about. Which is understandable, with the selection of pathetic shops on offer to tempt anyone.

I called into the Co-op and remembered to get a packet of demerara sugar. They had some fresh pod peas that looked in decent shape, so I got a pack of them too. Then hobbled up the hill, and into Wilko’s store.  I was looking for some bleach, they only had scented, so I got a lemon one. My search for a small saucepan with a lid failed as well! I did get a packet of yoghourt covered peanuts, though.

4Thu08eAs I came out of the shop, I took a picture of the Sherwoodanian pedestrians crossing the pelican lights against the red lights. It took me several tries to get a picture decent enough that I could use. Such was the hand-shaking at that moment.

I was putting the camera back in the pocket, and a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was 4Thu21acoming towards me, up the hill. I managed to get a viewable shot of him on my second try. I nearly missed the gentleman. He was middle-aged, but by gum, he was fit enough to get a moved on, even going up the incline, bless him. Then another Herbert came down the hill!

It was eerie, the lack of people about for a Thursday morning. I reckon that Sherwood, as a shopping centre, is dying a death!

4Thu10I worked it out, that if I caught the bus at this stop, I’d have to pay £2.20 for the three or four stops lift up to the flats. I cunningly walked down the hill and into Winchester Street and caught the bus at the second stop.

Where it arrived at 09:32hrs, hence I could use my free bus pass! Oh, I am a tight-wad! Hahaha!

I was soon driven the three stops back to the flats.

4Thu11Dropped off the bus, and had a few words with man residents, Mo, Penny, Nydia, and Wilf, amongst them.

I took a phot of Winwood and Winchester Courts as I made my way home to my beloved Woodthorpe Court. As I got inside, a lady who I cannot for the love of me remember her name opened the door for me as I approached. Nice lady and her hubby a grand chap too. We had a chinwag, laugh and a nibble. She told me the walkthrough to the Winwood complex is now open. I wished her all the bestest and made my way to the elevators. I took three shots of the new empty of people cut-through.

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I noticed the toe-stubbing qualities of the pins sticking up from the counter barrier in the floor. Obviously, it isn’t finished yet. I hope Hehe!

I put the fodder away and got the oven warming up.

4Thu21Updated this diary until the meal was ready, then served it up.

The yellow plum tomato was sliced, and tasty a bit meaty, not bad at all. The bacon fries were grand! Beetroot was superb. The fresh garden peas, excellent!   Mini pork & pickle pie, heavenly! The baguettes were putrid! The lemon mousse, passable. Overall taste rating, 8.8/10.

While digging into the feast, Stroke Unit Support nurse Jenny rang and made a new appointment for Stroke Physio. Next Thursday at 10:00hrs. I put this on the calendar.

WD 153.51.0b 04:00hrs, I was just getting settled after watching Rumpole of the Baily, and falling asleep throughout and missing the ending (Huh!)  Then, loud clattering noises almost made me panic. Had something collapsed? A search around the flat, found no reasons or causes, and things looked as they were before? I settled again, but not in mind, I was worried a tad in case the noise hab emanated from within the apartment. It sounded very close? Surprisingly, I managed to nod-off!

WD 153.51.0b 04:40ish, the noises came again and woke me. Another look around, but found no cause? It might have been someone throwing loose stuff down the waste chute, I thought. But no real reason or any proof, of course. It could have been anything, I don’t know. GC June 14e

Took the evening medications, and put a hat on to block the light, and tried to get back to sleep. Which, amazingly, I did!

TTFNski!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 28th July 2019: An enigmatic day!

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2019 July 28

Sunday 28th July 2019

Afrikaans: Sondag 28 Julie 2019

03:05hrs. I woke, smiling to myself, the thoughts of a dream I’d had lingering, but slowly fading away. A cracker of a nocturnal phantasma, judging by what I could recall. I was on the balcony, and in from the flat, walked a lady of appealing features. Somehow or other, we were chatting and dancing away in what seemed a dancehall! Sometimes, although infrequently, dreams can be good, and this was one of them!

I moved in an effort to extract my plump, short, wobbly body from the second-hand, £300, c1968 recliner. I recognised and appreciated the lack of many of the ailments, that were not playing me up! Of course, the EQ had to let me know that this situation would not last for too long! It was right, as usual. Huh!

WD 0.0.0. I caught my balance, and off the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). While I waited patiently for the surprising LLP (Long-Lasting-Powerfull) wee-wee to stop, I had a Mind-Maze-Medley of silly, futile, blood-curdling, daunting and unnerving thoughts attacked what little-bit of harmony I had gained from the supercalifragilisticexpialidociously enjoyable dream. What didn’t pass through the grey-cells while I was waiting for the longest-lasting ever wee-wee to end, would be easier to list than those that did! I was not sure if it was the physical effort, (although it did it all on its own), or the thoughts-storm, but I felt drained afterwards. Humph! (Drained, I wrote that without thinking, I should have typed worn-out. Haha!) 

WD 0.0.0. I hobbled to the kitchen and got the kettle on. Then needed another wee-wee. Back to the bucket, and realised it was too full to risk using it again. So took it to the wet room and emptied and cleaned it, and used the WC. Which with this effort being of the PS (Persistent-Spraying) wee-wee mode, needed some cleaning up of the over-spray. Tsk! Al sorted, and off to the kitchen.

7Sun01WD 0.0.0.A2 I opened the new unwanted thick-framed, light & view-blocking kitchen window, to take a snap of the morning view. And had to rush a bit, as the rain poured in over me! Hehe! As I was taking the cap off of the milk carton (the finger-ends are becoming unaware of contact made again, now), I dropped the cap and nearly fell over the stick as the hand lost its grip at just the wrong time, as I was bending down to pick up the lid! Ah, well, mustn’t complain after yesterday’s far easier polyneuropathy-hassle day.

7Sun02Then got the kettle on and got the morning medications out ready. I still can’t get used to taking so few tablets now they have cut them down.

Got the health checks done. Another highly acceptable set of results. The temperature was a little low, but not much, at 34.5°c.

It was a far nippier this morning. So I took the tea to the computer and had a look at the forecast on Google.

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So, rain all day, the temperature creeping up, and a chance of a storm. Mmm!

I created a graphic or two for today’s page-top and Thoughts, then began updating the Saturday blog. I make it sound so casual a thing, but it took me over two hours just to do the graphicalisationing (this included stopping for three wee-wees of varying types). And the fingers were beginning to dance about, then the shoulder joined in. Ah, well, at least the arm and leg are being calm for me. Duodenal Duncan, Shaking Shaun, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps and Kevin Kidneypains are no bother. Even Back-Pain-Brenda too! Got things finished and posted off.

7Sun10Made a start on this post, and needed a leak. Another of the LLP (Long-Lasting-Powerfull) wee-wees. Then went to make another brew.

It was looking bleak outside! Mind you, it was a little bleak inside the flat, then! As I got the things needed out for making Josie’s nosh later, the fingers Axonotmesi inspired insensitivity, caused me to drop the spoon twice and the walking stick again! How I managed to take this photo, amazed me. I rested the camera on the ledge, and used the left hand only to take the shot! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I opted to have a drink of the spring water instead of struggling to make a brew. As I returned to the computer, I opened the tatty-torn, moth-eaten curtains on the balcony, and the rain was really giving us some hammer! I took a shot of the view without opening a window of course. I value my fingers too much to keep opening the metal spring clip opener that needs pushing and pulling at the same time and has had a few chunks of my fingers already. I noticed that some poor devil was having their roof repaired or replaced, and did a zoomed-in photo of the house. I bet they have a few leaks!

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7Sun11I got the ablutions tended to next, as it was nearly eight o’clock. The legs looked far improved and had lost a lot of water retention.

Did the teggies. Shaved without suffering any cuts. Showered without dropping the soap (Fair enough, I did drop the facecloth). Body sprayed.

To the kitchen. Olive oiled the ears. Made a brew, and went on the WordPress Reader section. Then onto CorelDraw, for another try to get some graphics done in advance. I haven’t much time, as I will soon have to get Josie’s meal preparation, to make sure it is ready for a midday delivery.

After another long, slowly productive session with the graphics, I prepared and delivered the meal. I explained about the cheesy potatoes, I may have put a bit too much butter in them, but they will go down smoothly. The balsamic vinegar in the peas and the types of tomatoes used. Josie was looking much betterer today.

7Sun34bBack to sort my nosh out. Peas in balsamic vinegar, gherkins, tomatoes, crispy edges of cheesy potato, franks and bacon juice chips (fries).

It was I fear, a failure, taste-wise. The Franks were uneatable after one slice was. I don’t know why, but they tasted a bit stale, so they went into the bin. The tomatoes were bland in the extreme. The gherkins, potato skin, peas, and chips were all eaten up, with a couple of slices of Milk loaf bread. Flavour Rating: (Of what I ate; 7/10 – the rest, 2/10).

Washed up and settled to watch a Creek DVD, until Josie returned the things, I stayed dressed. I don’t want to scare her. Hehe!

Josie returned the tray, plate and cutlery, all washed. We had a little natter. I was so glad when she said she enjoyed the nosh. I get pleasure from being able to do something for her.

Then I got the handwashing done. A little more effort required tonight, as I had put on a thick long-sleeved shirt, as it was a bit nippier today. Rinsing and ringing out took ages. I left the shirt hanging to dry, but it will take a while, to dry enough to put it on the airer, in the morning at earliest.

Settled to watch cat correction thingy programmes on TV. But only as an aid to getting to sleep, as I had seen this episode before. The mind churned: I realised that the urine sample would not be needed on tomorrows visit to the surgery, after all, got up and moved it from where I’d left it in view, back in the medical drawer. Got the list of things to mention to the Doctor put in sight.

I had a very odd and quirky wee-wee. No definition for this one yet, as it was the first time ever type. SWGSS (Short-Weak-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) wee-wee mode?

The mind toyed with what needs doing and the reasons why they will not get done. Tsk!

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 27th July 2019: Thought-provoking times, but I prevailed! Hehe!

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2019 July 27

Saturday 27th July 2019

Swedish: Lördagen 27 Juli 2019

03:30hrs: I woke up, with last night’s depression and self-pitying gone. I might not have been over-the-moon or in seventh heaven. But the marked difference in my outlook, was indeed welcome, no matter that it was incomprehensible to me. Nothing had changed.

 As I extracted my bulbous, short, plump body from the embracing clutches of the £300, c1968, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured recliner, I became aware of the urgent need for the Porcelain Throne! So, I got the stick and made my way hastily to the wet room. It seemed Mivicol had done it works at last?

WD 125.0.0 Oh, what a mess! The quickest evacuation in weeks. But it was a harrowing, painful and sanguinary affair, in the extreme! Definitely, something to mention to the Doctor on Monday’s visit. Taradiddle thoughts passed through my mind, as I pondered on the probable causes of the off-colour and haemoglobin that flowed. Later, I added this incident to the notes to take with me to the surgery. I’m not going to be popular with Dr Vindla! Oh, dear! More work for the woman! “Please note, I did not go into detail, as requested by dozens of my mass of readers. Both of them! Hahaha!”

5Sat01The stomach was bloated a lot. But the legs looked far better, this morning. They were both of the same size, water retention-wise. A rarity that! Haha!

Off to the kitchen to take the medications, do the health checks, then made a mug of refreshing Glengettie tea.

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The sphygmomanometer worked the first time! And the readings were fine again! Things seem to be going well, apart from the disagreeable evacuation of course.

The Polyneuropathy was not too much bother at all, only the fingers and shoulder any bother, and they were easily copeable with!  Up to know! I haven’t walked into anything or dropped a single item! The wee-weeing count is only one! I hope this pleasant aberrationalness lasts! I just took a senna with the regular medications, no Movicol. I didn’t know if I should or not, but I don’t want to go back to the blockages again if I can help it.

I got on with updating the Friday blog. It was a lot easier and quicker to do, with Peripheral Neuralgia being so kind to me. Only the shoulder really gave me any hassle worth mentioning.

IMG_1082WD 125.0.0.a Before moving on to doing the graphics needed, I moved the handwashing onto the stand-up airer. What a comical farce that turned out to be! And I can’t blame any shaking or dancing limbs, just me! 

That might be why I found myself laughing as it happened! 

  • I got the first t-shirt on the lower part, turned to get the grey shirt. And the white one fell on the floor.
  • Picked it up and had them both in position.
  • Turning to walk away, I then dropped my walking stick.
  • Which fell through the bars, knocking off both shirts!
  • I foolishly put them both back on and reached for the stick which had ended up behind the airer.
  • Knocking the grey shirt off again as I retrieved it!
  • Put the grey shirt back on, and gingerly retreated! Hahaha!

I fetched the camera and took this photo as memorabilia of a single incident, that had me laughing to myself. Now if this had happened during yesterdays depression, I think my reactions would have been a little more agitational. But not today, I had a quiet blithesome giggle to myself, again. Hehe!

No sign of the promised rain yet outside. While I had the camera in hand, I took a picture through the balcony windows and a couple from the kitchen’s unwanted windows.

 

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I got the graphics done and started the updating of this post.

I had to go onto CoralDraw to make some advanced page top and Thoughts graphics next, but not before I made a brew, checked the weather and had another Porcelain Throne visit.

I realised how late it was as I sat on the Throne, and decided to change plans afterwards, and get the ablutions done. The evacuation, well, the Movicol had done its job well! Phwoar! The aroma I had to do my ablutions alongside! What next? A visit from Diahorrea Duncan?

Popped to try and see Josie, she answered. Going out with her sister today, so lunch will be wanted tomorrow at 12:00hrs. Wished her a good day, and returned to make the brew.

Then I went on to CorelDraw, for a massive, but gigantic wearying session, of hours in length, graphicalisationing.

6Sat03aStopped to make a brew of tea, and boy, was it was raining. Not a storm of any sort, just persistent rain. The hand and fingers started kicking-off again, and I dropped the mug of tea on the kitchen floor. Still, the leg was not doing any dancing at all today?

WD 125.0.0.a I now believe in miracles! The cup didn’t break or even chip! Cleaned the mess up, and made another one.

6Sat04I went onto the balcony for a few minutes and spotted two incoming visitors, I expect. They parked up and made their way to the flats along Chestnut Way in the rain. I was so happy to see the gentleman sharing his umbrella with his other half.

Oh, he wasn’t. Hehehe!

Back to the computerisationing. But the fatigue was setting in, and fodder needed making to satisfy the innards, so I only planned to work for another hour or so. Even though I needed lots more graphics that needed doing. I only got one template finished.

6Sat29Got the nosh prepared, and served up.

I made far too much, due to not knowing if Josie needed a meal today or tomorrow, I got the spuds on the boil earlier. And it would have been a sin not to eat those lovely boiled spuds mashed with celery salt and loaded with mature cheese!

I ate the lot! Contents: Boiled until overcooked potatoes, mashed up Extra-Strong Mature cheddar cheese with celery salt, then browned off in the oven to make the edges crispy brown. Garden peas warmed slowly with balsamic vinegar. Four different varieties of mini tomatoes. Tuna chunks in brine. Pickled gherkins. Cooked beetroot. Some bits of red pepper. Taste Appraisal: 9/10!

Washed the pots, then me. Did the hand wash, and left them in soak. Settled to watch an episode of Hettie Wainthrope on the TV. Fell asleep!

Woke with Colin Cramps in the left foot, and the hand. He stayed for ages.

No chance of nodding off, I got up and rinsed the washing and got it on the airer.

It took me ages to get back to sleep. Tsk!

 

 

Inchcock Today – Fri 26 July 2019: A day of flummadiddle and discountenancing thoughts

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2019 July 26

Friday 26th July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 26 Gorffennaf 2019

01:30hrs. I stirred, with a limited degree of enthusiasm lingering, and desperately waiting for some concentration and logicality to join me. I gave up, anticipating that some form of cogency or other, may arrive later. The need for a wee-wee came, and the grey bucket at the side of the £300, second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige coloured, tatty recliner, was utilised. A sad affair, a WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) wee-wee.

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The right leg, had a few more tiny blotches and spots, some almost pretty new papsules. The ankle-ulcer seemed to be desirous of erupting again, judging by the newish looking orangey-red centre of it showing up. The lumps and bone bulges had changed shape a bit. It was far skinnier than it has been for a while, much thinner than the left leg.

My balance was good this morning, mainly because the right leg was not interested in doing any of its Hokey-Cokey and Stomping dancing. I was very grateful for this! The fingers were in an electric-touch-jumping mode, though! (Bad!) The shoulder was in shake & nudge way, but the hand and arm were taking a breather for me, which I hoped would mean less dropping and losing grip on and of stuff, For now anyway. Overall, in the Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, and Peripheral Neuralgia areas, things were not too bad. (Give them time, they’ll soon start again, Hehehe!) 

Writing this, reminded, me to check on the dates of the appointments with Mr Adamczyk and Dr Nishapuri.

5Fri004Off to the kitchen, put the kettle on, and got the handwashing onto the drying frame.

The HC results surprised me at the near-perfect results. I am no medical expert by any stretch of the imagination, but after two days of missed beta-blockers, I expected some change in the readings, but not so. Brilliant… I think. Hehe!

With the medications, I wasn’t sure if I should take another Senna or not; after taking the Movicol last night, and another this morning. No sooner had I thought, “I’ll see how the Porcelain Throne session goes later” than I needed to visit the wet room for a heavy-duty evacuation. With a certain amount of trepidation, I settled on the throne, and reached for the crossword book – but did not have time to use it! The activity began almost immediately. The same pain as usual (7/10), but the motions began far quicker than of late, and took less time, thus, less agony! Oh, good! A sanguinary affair, mind. After thinking and pondering, I decided not to swallow a Senna, but have another Movicol this afternoon. (If I remember too!)

I made another brew, then started updating the miserable starting, and humorous ending Thursday post. After checking links, I got it sent off to WordPress and emailed.

With all the hassle I’ve had over the prescriptions, I had got behind with the Facebooking. So, I had a go at catching up. I spent a few hours on the TFZer pages, then made a fresh brew and went to check the emails.

Accifauxpas GCWD 120.60.0a I started the ablutionalisationing. I had an excellent clean-up and an enjoyable shower. Three little cuts when shaving. Stubbed the toe against the WC seat-riser’s metal leg, and clouted my elbow against the hand-rail, when I bent down to pick up the tablet of soap I had dropped. The nerve-end problem affected right-hand, is getting more and more weak, ham-fisted and maladroit. I have a5Fri006 large jar of pickled mushrooms in the fridge, but can’t open it! I’ve tried the rubber-gripper thing, but I can’t manage it. Humph!

I put the long socks on this morning. For the comfort, they are snug and cool-wearing, although it might not look it. If nothing else, they cover-up the potmarks and injuries. Hehe!

5Fri005I just had to take this photograph of the clouds outside, it was was attractive and beautiful. To me, anyway. It looked a little like it might rain. So, I checked on Google to see what the forecast was for today.

A wet week for we Nottinghamian’s?

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I took the bags and put them down the waste chute, and waited at the lift lobby for what seemed an eternity, for one to arrived. One elevator on the 7th floor for over ten-minutes. But the other eventually came, with plenty of people who had the same or similar wait getting on, on the way down. Cindy and Eric, from the fifteenth floor, had a heck of a job getting down!

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It was cooler when I got outside, but nothing like cold.

I hobbled down to the bus stop. I gang of residents in attendance, and more joined us. There were plenty of chinwagging going on. When Malcolm arrived with his grandkids in toe, galavanting all around, it livened things up a little. Ah, the energy of youth!

The City-bound bus arrived first, and about six of our gang got on. When the Bestwood L9 came, the clan allowed me on first! I settled in a side-saddle seat, with trolley folded. And had the pleasure of greeting the gang as they got on. Another natter on the way down the hill. Caroline was on the bus too. She dropped off at the Daybrook Sainsbury’s shop. She told she had had an invite to the opening of the Winwood Court ceremony. TV and Radio Nottingham, and photographers from the local rag would also be there! I was going to have a walk around with Mary, but she got off first in Arnold, but she was well gone by the time I got off the bus.

5Fri007So, I went into the Asda (Walmart) same as yesterday. I could not carry everything in one trip. Poor old thing! I got some more of the bacon-juice baked chips, a 3-pack of custard and fruit pots, and some more rice on special offer. Oh, and some nibbles for the Social hand-outs. I could not see any of the Gorilla tapes. I spent too long searching, and by the time I struggled, as others were doing, at the self serve tills, which played-up on everyone, I paid and got out, I had to go as fast as I could to the bus stop in time.

5Fri007aThe L9 arrived about two minutes later! Phew!

The bus was well packed and extremely noisy on the way home. Which meant I could not eavesdrop on any conversations. Hahaha!

Angie, Roy and Betty got on in Sherwood.

I was soon back home. Got the bits of food away, got drink out of the fridge, and began to update this post.

WD 120.60.0 Later on, I felt the summoning to the Porcelain Throne. (Ah, is the Movicol working?) Off to the wet room, in hopes high for a much better evacuation session. Mmm, no luck, rock-solid, only wind escaped?

5Fri23Got the nosh cooking. I emptied the ‘Soulfood’ ready-made vegetarian meal, into a saucepan, and added the last of the fresh pod peas, and some halved mini-tomatoes. As in this photograph on the right.

Then added some black-bean cooking sauce and gave it a good stir. (I think the bean-sauce makes it less hot) I can’t take chilli that is too volatile. Put it on a low heat setting, and as I pottered about doing the hand-washing, kept an eye on it, with plenty of stirring every so often.

5Fri22aGot it served up and enjoyed it. Too much bread (Sliced Milk Roll) was eaten with it. (Guilty Mode Adopted) By gum, it was tasty!

I got some extra bread to have with it. A lemon curd yoghourt, followed by a bag of Balsamic Vinegar crisps, an iced sucker was consumed afterwards, as well! (Guilty Mode Continuation) 

I called at Josie’s to see when she wanted her nosh this week, Saturday or Sunday. But no answer.

As I settled down in the rickety, c1968, second-hand recliner, from nowhere, came a massive feeling of depression. Why I don’t know, but I could not help but search the mind to find the cause. Reasoning, that it is the mind that holds the emotion, thus the reason for it. Surely? No success, a blackness that made it difficult to nod off overcame me.

I did get to sleep eventually. Slept right through. And woke a different person, the brain in my usual answer and solution-seeking, and over-active mode; in desperate need of the Porcelain Throne.

TTFN each!

 

Inchcock Today – Thurs 25 July 2019: A vicambulation to take some photos of the garages, & belated Medications delivered!

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2019 July 25

Thursday 25th July 2019

Dutch: Donderdag 25 Juli 2019

Horrible last night. Trying to stay awake for the promised delivery from the lying, unreliable, pompous Carrington Pharmacy. It didn’t arrive. Now, I have ran-out of Beta-blockers! Let down again! I was tempted to post a dirty great photo on the blog, with a few chosen words of hate, in revenge, for the hassle, they are putting me through with their spoken untruths, and letting me down repeatedly! But I didn’t, even after they late made a promise again, I expect that if, I say IF it does come today, it will be so late,  I will have been up for 23-hours on the trot. And expect to fall asleep! Do they give a toss?

03:00hrs. Woke, wee’d off, and not wanting a wee-wee! Well! I got up from the recliner and checked to see if any missed-calls were on the intercom panel, there was none. No, Bisoprolol had been posted through the letterbox either. My heart sank!

I got to the kitchen and did the handwashing, got them on the airer. Made a brew. Did the HCs and, and off to the Porcelain Throne. 

WD 40.0.0. Agony. It took me a crossword and twenty-minutes of Porcelain derived pain. The blood flowed, the temperament seethed with frustration. Duodenal Donald started giving me grief, and I generally went down a few points in the already low satisfaction and contentment departments. Carrington Pharmacy, are about as reliable as a politician or used car salesman! Something else to add to the list of ailments to tell the Doctor about tomorrow. And that is only if I can find the written list I made in the first place!

4Thu001The legs looked a to be improving, though. Arthur Itis was all calm. Colin Cramps had eased-off. It seems like Duodenal Duncan, and Diarhorrea Donald had added themselves to today’s ‘Issues’ list, to worry about, and giving me grief! Dysthymia-Mode-Adopted!

WD 40.0.0. Typing this, made me check with the Google Calendar – Boing! The appointment is for Monday, not Friday! Double-Dysthymia-Mode-Adopted!

I added a Movicol sachet to the medications. Desperate, this was. It didn’t work when they gave it to me in the hospital, but, needs must I suppose!

WD 40.0.0. Well solemn now, down, frustrated again. Miffed, nettled, antagonised, exacerbated! Fed-up with life’s cock-ups, failures, and disappointments all seemingly coming my way! They could solve all the issues if the chemist just sent me a pack of cyanide pills!

I started to create this blog and then went on finishing the Wednesday post. Got it posted. The fingers were not so bothersome, this morning, but still annoying at times.

I made up an email to the Pharmacy, and sent it off:

WD 40.0.0. Mr (Name), A few words (or more) on my medical condition and confusion over prescription promises.

I am, as you may be aware, in rapidly decreasing health. Being diagnosed with peripheral neuralgia and dysautonomia. Then I had the stroke, which advanced the problems with peripheral neuralgia and dysautonomia. The dancing and shaking right-side of my body, foot, leg, arm, and shoulder. There is no controlling anything when it kicks off. I get confused and panicky now.
The doctor and nurses kindly arranged for me to have the blister packs delivered (You delivered the first months for me, thank you). Over the first few weeks, unfortunately, I have dropped many tablets due to the issues I have. I found myself short on the Bisoprolol tablets.
This Tuesday, I asked the Warden at the flats, Deana, to call your Pharmacy to explain what had happened, as I feared I only had a couple of the beta-blockers left now. (My hearing problems) She was told that meds would be delivered on Wednesday. Which cheered me up, and took away a worry, which was grand!
I stayed in all day Wednesday. No calls registered. My usual time from 16:00hrs for getting my head down, was gone, and I forced myself to stay awake in the hopes of getting tablets for the morning. But this morning, still no calls registered, nothing put through the door.
I do not want to moan, indeed in the past, I have rightly praised your services on the web. But I am now getting panicky and confused this morning, and a little miffed.
With the electricitified fingers, lack of sensation in them, etc. it had taken me well over an hour to type this message, with all the corrections needed.
I will get in touch (and hope I do not miss any medicine delivery, Oh dear!) with Warden Deana, and ask her to call you, so she can let me know what is happening.
Sorry, to bother you.

Gerry Chambers

What do you think? (I tried to make it as uncomplaining sounding as I could.)

I sent some of the blogs photos off to Pinterest. Then got on with this post. I took time out, to clear the computer bin. Duodenal Donald is still annoyed with me.

I went on the WordPress Reader section.

4Thu05I just about had time to go to add the photos to the Facebook page, then got the Ablutions sorted out.

After the per diem struggle with sock-glide (it was a draw!), I got the medium length bamboo socks on. The legs look so much more attractive with the socks on – than off. Hehehe!

All went fairly well. Then I set out for a hobble to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, shed. To try to ask Deana to ring about the medications.

As I hobbled along Chestnut Way, Deana was just popping out to visit a tenant in my block. No problem with that, I went into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ.  Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

Where Julie asked what the problem was. Then she phoned the chemist. Who (possibly lying again), said the prescriptions would be delivered this afternoon. Which is what they said last month. Then didn’t turn, but did the next day… at nearly 20:00hrs! Knowing full-well that I get my head down from 16:00hrs to 18:00hrs, but I must not complain, not be naughty, and be bothered, they aren’t, so why make myself ill with worry. (Fair enough the lack of the medication for the ticker may kill me? But then I can come back spiritually, and take my revenge. I’m sure I’d be more suited to that existence).

Mary then Chrissie came in, and a chinwag was enjoyed. Dean returned to find that Julie spoke with the chemist. I did ask if she could ring them again and ask them if it is possible, could they delivery any earlier. But no go, so I departed. Over the road and a natter with some tenants waiting for the bus. I could not go out yet again for another day, thanks to the lying Carrington Pharmacy staff, misleading yet again. The place, after two years or more, is about to be stripped and the contents moved over the road to the Windwood Court building, today I think. To new facilities, eventually. A podiatrist, hairdresser, Sports room, a roof-top sitting area, a nurses room, new holding-cells (Hehe!), and about 40 new extra-care flats.

4Thu05aI decided to take a walk, a gentle, steady amble, to the dead-end of Chestnut Way, to photograph an area I’ve not done before. I took this picture on the left, of the entrance to the new Winwood Court and office facilities.

As I pottered about for the first time ever, down the dead-end garages, to take some photographicalisations, my mind had an eschatological moment. Possibly assisted by the attitude of the Pharmacist, not being bothered in the slightest by my having to miss two doses of the beta-blockers cause of his failed promise to deliver them on Wednesday (He can go forth and multiply. I will try to change chemists ASAP!). But, I decided within moments of my deep thinking, that all tellurians, especially of the humankind, should be terminated. That would at least gives me an advantage over others for the first time in my life.  For them, well, most of them will not want the world to end. Me? Que sera sera! Then I realised the way and what I was thinking! Time for some phycological help I guess. Tsk! I soon returned to my usual, leaning toward my regular senile, passive, chronically depressed old self, though. And started to take some photographicalisation.

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4Thu10The excellent windows being fitted in the Winwood Extra Care Court. And the outside entrance for Woodthorpe Court, on Chestnut Way. Going in through the foyer doors, I observed that a washer was free. So I nipped up in the elevator, to get the more substantial washing. Collected it and down again and got the washing machine going.

Going back up in the elevator was a bit of a job, as workmen were using them. Not that it mattered to me. I was in no rush. Doreen came down and out. I asked her how she was, but don’t know if she answered, I think she did. Poor gal didn’t look too well, hope she’s going to be alright. Got up and by the time I had put a few photographs on the computer to use, it was back down again, to move the gear to the spin dryer. I did so, without seeing a soul. I wiped the inside of the washer drum after getting dryer going. But, Haha, as I went to get a lift back up, it took a long time. Presumably, the workmen were moving up and down and having to move their gear and tools in and out. Again, it was no sweat for me.

Back up and got the photographs on and sized. On the way down to collect the washing, I called at Josie’s and gave her one of the Tuna Fridge Pots. I’m glad she got me trying the tuna, it really is tasty, and not too pongy like some fish is. Delicious, too!

4Thu09I got down. No humanoids were about again. I removed the clobber and folded it, there was only a dressing-coat, bath towel, woolly hat, a jumper and one pair of pants, to transport into the bag on the three-wheeled-trolley. Cleaned the filter and inside the drum.

The left hand was still giving me some stick. Between the base of the fingers I wrote this, cause at the time of writing, a mind-block caused by my lethologica, knuckles was the absent word – Tsk!), and the wrist. I might have caused some injury when I had a fall on the L9 bus, or: after looking up this type of pain, it could be some kind of Diffuse Idiopathic Skeletal Hyperostosis.  (Clever stuff, yea? Haha! I looked it up on Google)

Did some more computing work, on CorelDraw to create some graphics to use later, and updating WordPress.

5Fri01I got the nosh sorted and served up.

I overdid the quantity a bit. (Not half!) Gherkins, crispy smoked streaky bacon, beetroot, fresh garden peas, various types of tomatoes, and some of the Asda chips in bacon juice. By Gawd, they are naughty but so lovely!

I wonder if any other company makes these for sale? The chips are done with the skin left on. They are saporous, palatable, scrummy, tasteful and scrumptious! (I may have overdone the praise a little there, Haha!) A tip here, if you manage to find any to try in your local Asda (Walmart); Oven cook them for longer than on the packet. I do mine for 35 minutes, to give them a crispyness! (Any more cooking tips you need, can be found at WWW.Inchcock-the-overeater.Twit/Sherwood) Hehehe!

Note the newly trialled Lemon Curd Yoghourt? Thinner than I anticipated, but not too sweet, so I may try these again. I did the washing-up

WD 40.0.0. I took off my tee-shirt and socks. Got them all in the hand-washing bowl. Left them to soak through. Back to the front room, and was about to take off my trousers, and I heard a woman’s voice beckoning from the hallway! It was a lady from the chemists, belatedly delivering my medications! It must have been a terrible sight for the gal! My short, blobby scarred body bouncing in front of her! She’s let herself in and took the med’s to the kitchen for me. I thanked her and, she got out as quickly as she could, and I don’t blame her!

A good job she didn’t come a minute or two later, or the sight that would have greeted her, would have been even more horrendous, ghastly, nightmarish and odious for her – Inchcock naked, all bar his PP’s! Makes even me shudder at the thought of it! And what a blessing that the dysautonomia wasn’t affecting the leg, arm, and shoulders at the time she came in! Imagine that if you can (although perhaps it might be safer for you not to); A decrepit, short, fat, bald, Nottingham Pensioner standing front of you, wearing only what looks like a giant nappy, stood there with his dancing and shaking all of his excess fat at you, arm and leg jerking away… No, no, too much to bear even thinking about!

So, it seemed my email might have had some effect then? For they delivered the stuff just before my usual head-down time. This was good and encouraging. I felt lightened!

I got one of the bottles of spring water with orange cordial I’d mixed and put in the fridge and got settled in the rickety recliner, to watch a Jonathan Creek DVD. I managed two, I say, Two episodes without nodding off!

Then, Zzzz!

Inchcock Today Wednesday 24th July 2019: Humph! Tsk! Hehe!

2019 July 24

2019 July 24

Wednesday 24th July 2019

Luxembourgish: Mëttwoch 24 Juli 2019

12:35hrs. Worra dream last night! It felt so real too, mind you, I’m glad it wasn’t! I merrily jumped off of High Tor cliff top, in Matlock. As I neared the river Derwent below, at a tremendous rate of knots, and ready for the end… I found I was in a bakery, being churned along with the dough? As I did my best to eat the mix as I spun around, I seemed to wake in a hospital, in a bed next to Peter Crouch, who had broken his leg. Next minute, I was in a dentist’s chair having a tooth extracted. The dentist kept telling me to stop singing, which I wasn’t doing. How can one sing while having a molar pulled? A chap who looked like Edward G Robinson came in, and shot me three times! Stuck some Elastoplasts on me, and they took me away in a 1950s type American Ambulance. I did my best to recall what happened further, to no avail.

Physically, I only had a bit of back pain, from the tumble on the bus, I assumed, yesterday. The dancing and electric-like twitching of the fingers, hands, arm, and shoulder were all calmish. Just the odd few seconds blasts, they were well copeable with, as I was not doing anything dangerous. Like making tea, getting on or off a bus, dealing with electrical things, using the sock-glide, pushing the trolley-guide etcetera. Haha!

I dismounted the £300 second-hand, almost decrepit,  creaking, c1968, horrendously beige-coloured, often not working, rickety, rusty, Back-Pain-Brenda annoying recliner, in a state of mild semi-confusion. I did not need a wee-wee. Yee-Haa!

3Wed01cI wobbled to the kitchen. Got the hand-washing done. Took the medications taken. Did the health checks, then made a brew of tea.

The reading on the HCs was another good one. The SYS 142, DIA 58, PULSE 79 and the temperature was 35.1°c. It was then that I realised it thundering and lightning! It must have only just started, or I would surely have been aware earlier?

I went onto the unwanted, finger-flesh-chewing opening spring metal clip-opener sharing, impossible to get at to clean the windows new balcony. Try as I might, and I did, I couldn’t catch the lightning in these pictures. Sulk-Mode Adopted!

 

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After another small mug of tea, tried again to catch the lightning in one these shot. Humph, failed again!

 

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The rain soon eased-off, then it seemed to become lighter quicker than ever.

I did some updating of the Tuesday post, but it was a horribly slow gong. The affected with Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Axonotme and Peripheral (Sounds professional?) The right-hand fingers mainly were the trouble. They did not recognise when they touched anything. Making more mistakes than the Government, dropping things, generally, I was in a pickle. I gave up in the hope that things might improve later. I went to get the ablutions done.

 

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Typing is so hard now. I’ll do the rest in shorthand. IRN nurse arrived and took the blood.

Got blog finished. Stated this one.

Kitchen window shots.

 

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Took loaves to hut. Took some photos while out.

 

3Wed26Nosh.

TV.

Zzz! Woke must stay awake for the medicines arriving, I hope they are delivered.

No, the lousy, unreliable pensioner-hating, leaving me in the lurch, stranded, abanding me without an even one Bisoprolol heart-tablet, hateful, lousy, lying, vasodilator denying, violators of trust, unscrupulous, disreputable, none-communicative, vacuators of any vestige of morale or faith in the medical world, and a danger to vulnerable people! In two words, Unreliable Gits! They failed to deliver again. I could die contentedly if I knew they would be blamed! But they wouldn’t be, of course, the buck would be passed, or facts distorted. Not that anyone is interested. Humph!

Life stinks!

TTFNski.

Inchcock – Tues 23 July 2019: Fell over getting off the bus, otherwise an archetypical day for the old gollumpus!

2019 July 23

2019 July 23a

Tuesday 23rd July 2019

Javanese: Selasa 23 Juli 2019

00:40hrs. The previous awakenings have all been unassociated with the one before, different. This morning was noncontradictory to this pattern. I stirred in such a good mood, I thought at first that I was still sleeping and having a dream! I soon sussed-out why. It was the help I’d had from Deana yesterday. In her sorting so out the many medical related problems with appointments, Warfarin etcetera for me.

WD 40.0.0. These exceptional and none-typical, rare, almost gleefull emotions were so welcome. But my EQ put a stop to my enjoying them to the full. Something soon, (possibly with regards to the medical arrangements), is going to go wrong. A suboptimal, unsatisfactory, spirit-bashing wretched complication is due, today or tomorrow. The EQ, although sometimes challenging to read, is rarely wrong! And the message was clear: A calamity emotion-wise is due! No point in fretting, nothing can be done to prevent the unknown!

2Tue01I contentedly galumphed my ever-growing flobby-bellied body, from the £300, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, seen-better-days, rusty, rickety, c1968 recliner.

I grabbed the walking stick, got my balance, and off to utilise the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). It had been used very little overnight, and the RDD (Reluctant-Drip-Drip) wee-wee I had, added very little to the contents, although it took an inordinately long time.

The nerve-damaged leg seemed to have acquired some extra blood-papsules, spots, what looked like scratches and some more, new spider-veins had appeared. The regular pale, anaemic looking skin was no worse this morning. 

2Tue03aOff to the kitchen. Where I rinsed out the soaking overnight hand wash bits and got them on the stand-up airer to encourage their drying process. Then got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks. The results were very pleasing (I think) today; Sys 128, Dia 71, Pulse 78, and temperature 34.8°c. The pulse had gone down a fair bit. I wonder if the lack of the INR nurse coming to take the blood, means that the level 2Tue03of Warfarin has gone too far up or down, and that has affected the reading level?

Shame about the hands and fingers doing a mini-dance routine as I was taking a picture of the sphygmomanometer readings. I didn’t realise until I downloaded it to Coreldraw. Hey-ho!

I took the medications, made a brew, and decided to pop out on the new unwanted, work creating, lumps of hand-flash tearing on its metal spring-clip opener that needs pushing, bending, and pulling to operate it, windows.

I took a couple of photographicalisations. One of below, showing the house and street lights of Sherwood, with Chestnut Way car park underneath.

The metal spring opener was not quick enough to tear any finger-flesh this time! Hehe! 

I then went on the computer, opened CorelDraw and began to make, well adapt and put on a vignette effect on the picture. I’ll use it later for an Inchcock’s Thought graphic.

The legs, hands fingers and shoulder were all calm now. And they stayed this way for two hours or more, while I worked at the CorelDrawing.

Then I moved on to updating the Monday Inchcock Today.

Most astoundingly, and hard for even me to understand, but there was hardly any dancing, jumping, shaking or trembling from any affected part of the body at all… well, that’s not dead-accurate. The shoulder did give me some massive twitches, but only occasionally, and not for long at all. A rather warm-feeling that contained hope in there somewhere came over me. Optimistic [Temporarily of course]-Mode-Engaged! Haha! 

I got the Monday blog finished and sent off to WordPress. I was getting nervous with things going so well – the EQ message kept coming to mind, I’ve no confidence at all. Sad innit?

Back to the CorelDraw graphics creating.

Then I got this blog started off.

Time to stop and get the ablutions done. Back later, my fellow tellurians.

I needed a Porcelain Throne session. Still painful and very much a struggle. By the time I get to the Doctors. To mention this ‘Issue’ amongst others, it will be three weeks of agonising throne visiting. Of course getting me an emergency visit, by the delightfully entrancingly beauteous Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden and Cosmopolitan Model Deana, for a week, I anticipate the problem may have cleared up. Then again, I’ve been suffering with erm… over-firmness and bleeding for a fortnight now.

WD 40.0.0. WD 40.0.0A Just the one cut while shaving. Dropped the toothpaste. Dropped the razor twice, and stuck the scissors in my finger. All normal there then! Hahaha!

All dressed and smelling a lot better now, I made up three bags and took them to the waste chute. Got the three-wheeler guide out, and thought I must have a look to see if I can do anything about the brakes, later. Which was a rather bold idea, considering my total lack of engineering skills and the Polyneuropathy movement affected the right-hand side of the stumpy yet wobbly body! Hat and sleeveless jacket on, and off, out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Obergruppenführeress Warden’s Temporary 3Wed001bHQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Memory blank message-giving and taking office. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from. Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. 

Just a social visit.

3Wed01bI took a photographicalisation of Winwood and Winchester Court, and the new passageway that is nearly finished, between Woodthorpe Court and Winwood Court, as I hobbled along Chestnut Way. Coming on well, now. The newly relaid again turf is looking better now we have had some rain. How long before cars go on it, dogs poo on it, and yobboes tear it up? Pessimistic? Me? Hahaha!

Nearing the hut, I saw how the same little yellow wildflowers as the ones I shot yesterday, had been battered by the overnight winds. Many thin bee-like insects were showing great interest in the petals. But the close-up shot I tried to take of them, just went to prove my lack of photographicalisational skills and how the hand was shaking. Tsk!

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I got in the cabin, and several of the NCH chaps were in there on their laptops. Deana and Julie were busy in their office. Must be a hectic time for them, with the upcoming relocation into the Winwood Court building. I offered the ladies a quick good morning, and I handed out some nibbles to the gentlemen. I even got a smile out of some of them. Then, out and over the road to the bus stop. Where the tenants were having a good chinwag, and I joined in, and some laughs were inspired. I had a struggle getting the trolley on to the bus. I was soon chatting away, sat next to Mary.

WD 40.0.0.WD 40.0.0A: As the bus stopped near the Asda store on Front Street, in Arnold, I was getting off with the three-wheeler trolley-guide, last, as is usual, and the trolley tipped over, and I followed it to the floor! Thanks, to the leg doing its involuntary ungraceful version of the Bharatnatyam, with the heebie-jeebies thrown in for good measure! The driver came to assist me down the aisle and off the bus. I did feel the right Klutz! I think I banged or pulled something in the lower back. But the pain soon eased off.

Mary showed some concern for me, bless her. We both went into the Asda store. I needed some Uncle Benn’s BBQ flavour rice, bacon fries and bread. Mary and I split-up, as I went in search of the rice. Ending up asking an assistant where they were, and she kindly walked me to them; at the far end of the store! Hehe! Kind of her. Then I had to walk back to the other end again, to get the bread and chips. I found some wholemeal flatbreads, which will go in the freezer, I hope. I also got a pack of cheapo lollies. I paid at the self-serve till without any problems.

3Wed01gI realised that I might not make it to the bus stop on time. So, my top rate of knots (fair enough, it might not be much, but it got me breathing heavily). Mary was in the shelter, she said she is going to town on a 58 bus. The bloke behind when I snapped Mary, looked a bit guilty of something, judging by his facial reaction. Haha!

The 58 arrived, and I bade farewell to Mary. The L9 followed, and I wearily got on and settle down on a side-saddle seat. The driver was the same one we had when going to Arnold, and he waited until I was sat down before moving off, I thanked him with hand signals!

3Wed01hThe bus soon had us back at the flats. My back was stinging a little again, as I hobbled along Chestnut Way to Woodthorpe Court. Which had had a long-overdue facelift and clean-up. I got up and in the flat without seeing anyone.

I almost went in the wet room for a wee-wee. Had to stop myself realising I didn’t need one! Sheesh!

Another letter from the Nottingham City Homes. Regrettably, about rats being seen near the Woodthorpe Court lobby entrance door! It said that the Tenants leaving waste and rubbish outside the caretaker’s area might be attracting the vermin. If the bags of waste are too big to go down the (much reduced in size opening, to help avoid blockages in the shaft) chute, “You may want to consider splitting the bag 2Tue21into two separate bags so that the items can be disposed of in the correct manner.” They advised that residents do not throw out food for the birds, or throw food items out of their windows. Section 3.16 of your tenancy agreement does explain how you should dispose of your waste if you live in a flat.

Well, I agree with what they say. I, personally, myself, me, Inchcock, only leave recyclable waste bags outside. But, they have a point about this, I hadn’t considered. The empty food cans, although rinsed out, may well still have a bit of food in them. The rats can smell this, and will bite through searching for fodder! So, I’ll stop doing this from now on.

I have now got four waste bins in the flat, and regularly, well, daily dispose of them down the chute. It cost a bit in buying so many black bags for the general waste and white ones for the recyclable stuff. Yet, I still spasmodically see folks using the old, but looking new, orange bags previously supplied for the recyclable use, adopting them as shopping carrier bags, now they are not being distributed. Feeding the birds is a no-no!

It made me wonder, when we had a delay in the building update works, by a discovery of pipistrelle bats, that are a protected species. The hassle this caused! I hope they do not make Homo sapiens a protected species. How would they punish North Vietnam, Russia, China… in fact, any Government! Haha!

I made a brew while cooking, and pondered on the week’s appointments up to now, anyway. Busy!

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I got the nosh served up. What a disappointment, though. It looked just fine at first. Chicken breast, tomatoes, gherkins, garden peas, and some of the bacon flavoured fries.

The taste-buds were limbering up, and I got it served up.

2UseWD 40.0.0. When I was tucking into it, I realised that the chicken was not as fresh as it looked. A close nasal inspection and I dispensed with the chicken breasts, immediately! The rest of the meal was fine! A taste Rating of 6.5/10. Note the two vinegar flavoured rice cakes in place of bread. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

2Tue19As I was washing up the pots, the and its cloud formations looked fantastic, so much so, I got the Nikon camera and took a picture through the open, unwanted, work-creating, view-blocking, light-limiting, thick-framed new kitchen window. (In the morning, I tried to use the Red Eye remover, to take out a spot. But it was not an entirely successful first attempt. The place I tried to remove can still be seen. Huh!

WD 40.0.0. As I settled down to watch some TV, the ankle-ulcer and right leg started to tingle, and a sense that I had worms inside the limb, wriggling about began. I reckon I could see the skin /flesh moving!

WD 40.0.0. As for my viewing the Rumpole of the Baily episode, that lasted around five minutes before I nodded off!

WD 40.0.0. The landline rang, and the light woke me, but, by the time I got to the phone, it stopped!

I watched intermittent five-minutes worth of TV, then fell asleep, repeatedly for an hour or so.

WD 40.0.0. I roused myself and got the hand laundry washed, rinsed and hung up above the sink. Then got the medications taken, and back in the dangerous, unreliable, sometimes working, £300, second-hand, gungy-beige coloured, c1968 recliner again.

WD 40.0.0. I was woken again by the landline red light flashing. Too late once more, and the caller rang off before I got to the telephone. It might have been the phlebotomy nurse? Oh, dear!

I’m not sure about how things went in a way, today. The frequency of the wee-wees had significantly reduced. Good or bad? Only three adverse occurrences of the leg doing its dance routine – but the last one had me over and onto the bus floor? The ankle vesication appeared so much calmer and less vivid, yet the sensation of worms in the ulcer was stronger? THe legs are both far thinner now, but one or the other is always fatter than the other one? Why am I still… Oh, it doesn’t matter. Haha! 

TTFNski!.