Inchcock Today – Thursday 26th September 2019: Oh, to be in the arms of sweet Morpheus… but no, I am denied! Humph!

2019 Sept 26

2019 Sept 26

Thursday 26th September 2019

Luxembourgish: Donneschdeg 26 September 2019

4Thu001

03:55hrs: Woke up, and almost like a robot, out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rusty, not-working-again-today thanks to Brother-in-Law Pete damaging it, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), recliner. Had a wee-wee, but could not find the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), I don’t know why, but I could not find it at all! Nae bothers to me, I seemed to be in a very laid back state? I poddled to the wet-room, and needn’t have worried more about what came out, or instead didn’t. It was of a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode.

To the kitchen and moved the hand-washed last night, long-sleeved shirt onto the airer. Then I took my medications. Made a brew. And got the computer booted up. All these actions were done in a very matter-of-fact way, and no thought-storms or worries bothered me! Somehow this made me worry.

I did the updating of the Wednesday post. So quickly, I kept thinking I must have missed something, surely. Maybe I did, but haven’t worked out what it is yet? Odds are this is what happened. Haha!4Thu02

When I made a mug of tea. It had got light, and I drew back the curtains.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I moved the stepladders back inside from the balcony. Because opening the curtains, more of the hooks fell off the top rail. Oy Vey! It took me ages and many brave actions up on the step-ladder to get the hooks put back on the rail. But still no hassle or bother to me. (Have I been taking something I ought not to have taken?) My unflustered, unworried, unnatural mood continues!

WDPleft02WD 100.20.0 4Thu05Then to my amazement and flabergastation, I noticed that the newly made-up three-wheel-guide that I’d left out there yesterday with the stepladders, had moved to the right end of the balcony! Tight up against the right side? Is this possible? I thought? Then the worrying, fretting, nervousness, and the uncomfortable neurasthenia kicked-off. (It had to come!) I pondered on what could have caused this. Ghosts, Aliens, or giant Boll-Weevils? Hehe! Then, I remembered the falling bit of concrete or cement that I spotted on the balcony yesterday!

3Wed12a

The joke I put in yesterdays dairy about the crumbling balcony, isn’t so funny now. Hahaha!

The whining and droning noises were still all around. But, someone starting the drilling and banging (Fire Sprinkler fitting?) in the flat nearby, took off the hassle of the ever-present humming noise.

4Thu04I got the ablutions sorted next. With stunning results… are you ready? Here goes; Only two dropsies! The battle with the sock glide was won, without pain or injury! And, the sink water was flowing away much easier! The pins I thought were looking a bit betterer today, too! Smug Mode Engaged! Jim-dandy!

The delightfully appealing Phlebotomy Nurse arrived and soon had me sorted out, and the blood was taken. (And cheered up a little, her attendance always cheers me up, even when she tells me off. Hehe!) I was too late to catch the 09:30 bus to town. So, I titivated around a bit. Then got some computer checking on the updates done and corrected, computer off, and readied the things for the outing to the City Centre. I think a World Market is on in Nottingham’s Slab Square; I might get around it and take some photographicalisations.

I set off, dropping the black bags down the waste chute, the knees giving me agony, (Two 19-hour plus days and not getting out, has annoyed the knees. Hahaha!), down in the lift, and along the link-passage into Winwood Court, and to the Obersturmfhuress’s and Catwalk Models Wardens Julie and Deana’s interrogation and holding cells office, where Julie was with a gang of builders. I just walked into the middle of the huddle and disturbed them, handing out the nibble bag. Then, out to the bus stop on Chestnut Way.

A super chinwagging session, with a lot of laughter, sarcasm and mild insults flowing to and fro. Great fun! The L9 to town arrived first, and I mounted with some other tenants and got the crossword book out en route.

4Thu07aI got off at the terminus on Queen Street, and poddled down to the Slab Square and Council House. There was a ‘Spend Your Money’ market on. Foreign foods, knick-knackery stalls, etcetera available for me to wander through taking photographs, later on, after the urgent job of overspending on things unneeded at the 4Thu07Poundland shop, which I visited first thing.

I noticed a Your Bus pulling out, bound for a roundabout route to Derby. I felt a little sad, that I have not been to Derby on that bus, since having the stroke, and determined to try and get out again sometime.

In the Poundland Store, I did the usual buying too much. I arrived at the self-serve tills with a right load. Pork Farms pork pie (2), More drain unblocker, bleach, Gold bars, Poptastic crisps for the nibble bag, Dettol disinfectant, Almonds and Cashew nuts as a self-treat, and a BLT ready-made sandwich. Enough to have to use the heavy-duty carrier and fill the trolley bag.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I paid up, and as I was leaving the store, Dizzy Dennis attacked, and I had to stop for ten-minutes to regain my equilibrium. I was left feeling so weary and tired afterwards, it bothered me. So, against the wishes of my RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees, I foolishly had a sit down on one of the benches outside for a short time. Oh, getting up again was a heck of bother and discomfort, Tsk!

4Thu06But up I did get, and painfully moved over to South Parade and into the Slab Square for a photograph session.

Walking was not easy, RIA and a few more mini-dizzies saw to that for me. Humph, and thanks for that!

I made my way into the Market Place, and nervously got hobbling along the lines of stalls to see what was on offer.  Various take-way food stalls, finnimbrun, Wine stalls, foreign beers stalls, and the regular alcohol stand for Nottingham’s bibacious addicts:

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4Thu13This Police Car and another one, were patrolling through the crowds all the time I was there?

I wish I knew why. Terrorists? Escaped prisoners? Meal selecting officers? It must be important to let two vehicles and four officers out knocking over shoppers, surely? Hehe!

1Mon02 - CopyI later had a look to see if I could find any reason on the web.

I couldn’t but did find this snippet: Old Market ‘Scare’ (instead of Square) will be returning to Nottingham as Slab Square’s next big event – and there’s going to be a terrifying new attraction. Halloween?

4Thu14I had a walk around the outside of the Council House and took this snap from High Street up towards Upper Parliament Street, though Clumber Street. Showing the gay, abandoned, merry, happy smiles of my fellow Nottinghamian’s as they go from shop to shop on their shoplifting and benefit claiming outings. Hehe! Sorry, I couldn’t resist it!

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I limped down Long Row, up Queen Street, and to the L9 bus stop. I started to fade, flaked-out, succumbed to the sudden fatigue, while waiting for the bus. No more dizzies, though, just weltschmerz, all-in, and unbelievably exhausted! Concentration dissipated, interest flagged, and nothing mattered more than my desire for sleep. So much so, that on the bus home, I fell asleep several times, and was lucky enough to wake up at Winwood Heights bus stop, as it went around the island and I nearly fell off of the precarious side-saddle seat! Else I may well have missed it, and ended up in Bestwood! Still, I could have swiped my pass again and stayed on for the return journey. But, would I have fallen asleep again and ended up back in town. Hehehe! Oh dear! Tsk!

4Thu15I can’t really recall getting from the bus to the flat.

I took the medications. Handwashing was ignored. Got the meal ready, an all-cold affair, I dare not have risked any cooking, and falling asleep again!

I think I enjoyed the meal, though. Found a scribbled FR 8/10 on the notepad later. I assume it was for Flavour-Rating 8/10.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 Then, the phone rang out. It was Tamsin from the Falls Team. She had arranged for a chap to call on me, regarding the wheeler guide and they may have one to swap the current one with, that might be of a more stable- design for me. Initially, the date given me for the gentleman to visit me, was next Thursday, but not until 15:00hrs. I explained about this being a little late in the day for me, and she kindly looked up the next free date and booked it in when I agreed and thanked her graciously. This would be for Friday 11th October, at 09:30hrs. I wrote it down on the pad, to remind me to add it to the calendar in the morning. How kind of Tasmin! 

I managed to get the washing up done.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 Then just as got down in the grotty recliner. The landline rang and flashed again! I struggled up and got to the phone in time before it stopped. It was the Doctor’s surgery, with the INR results and new dosages for me.  Mon 2, every other day 1½. (So, the dubious-looking to me pill-splitter should get some use this week, Hehe!) The next date for an INR Warfarin blood test will be for 3rd October, and she will inform the Phlebotomy HQ for me. I thanked her, and considered suicide… but decided instead to try and get some sleep…Please! Hahaha! I added the date and time to the list on the notepad.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I got down again, in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was stealing my valuables when I was in hospital, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, but not tonight recliner, I nodded off within a few minutes. But soon woke with a jump. Wondering what day it was, where I was, who I was, and why! Unfortunately, this repeated itself, many times, and getting to sleep proper, took me hours. So much for catching up on my sleep, then. Grumble-Sodit-Blast!

A most irritating feeling of ‘Feduppedness’ festered!

Tsk!

Inchcock – Wednesday 25th September 2019: A busy, frustrating day! Finding the new balcony crumbling was interesting, though. Photo’s provided!

2019 Sept 25

2019 Sept 25

Wednesday 25th September 2019

Filipino: Miyerkules Ika-25 ng Setyembre 2019

3Wed001

03:15hrs: I woke, reluctantly, and in a self-imposed, premeditative frame of mind. After just a few moments vacillating, I decided to get at least a start made, on trying to sort-out the Amazon deliveries. It was manifest that the trolley-guide delivered was going to need some construction, assembly, and DIY skills to assemble it. Such skills and capabilities that I do not possess! No-Confidence-Mode-Adopted! But, at least I was in a slightly better mood this morning, and was determined to have a go!

Oddly, I felt I was more clear-headed than for a long time, as I rose from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner. No wee-weeing was required?

3Wed01eI noticed the ordered things in a neat pile, completely blocking up my mini-hallway. They’ll have to be sorted soon!

I wandered into the kitchen, and got the kettle on, then imbibed the medications. A call to the Porcelain Throne arrived via the suddenly rumbling and almost squelching movements and sounds from the innards! Off to the wetroom. Well, well, the evacuation was practically a pleasure! Much more comfortable, and no bleeding! Wunderbar!

WDPrightWD 0.30.0b I decided as I was in there anyway, to get the ablutions done early. An ablutionalisationing session with a series of dropsies throughout. Toilet roll dropped (straight into the WC!), Toothpaste then the toothbrush. Facecloth (x3), Razor (x2), and the aftershave bottle. No toe-stubbings and I avoided using the injurious, dangerous sock-glide, I left the socks off! Hehe!

3Wed001bWDPright WD 0.30.0bA I did have a sudden Hitler Salute from the right arm, and a little Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance from the right leg – both at the same time! I’m not sure how or what I had cut my head on. As a guess, I’d say the razor in the right hand, as it offered it loyalty to Herr Hitler pose. Then it shot off into the shower area as the dandy lost its grip, and rebounded back down on the bonce!

3Wed01cYet not one outburst of frustration from me, I took it all in my stride. (Smug-Mode-Adopted) Not a single naughty word passed my mouth! (Although, a couple may have sneaked silently into my mind) Haha! 

The pins (legs), were looking a lot better this morning, and no bleeding from any papsules or clopidogrel’s welts. Plus, the fluid retentions was still low. I was pleased about that! Lucubrations permeated the brain for a few seconds or so. But not the worrying, all ‘Doom and Gloom’ regular ones that visit me! This little brain-blast was merely to inform me that the sorting-out of the new arrivals must be tended to, and the expected strawberries and limoncello treats on there way from Morrisons, taken to the wardens holding cells, and the Spices down to Jenny’s, later. 3Wed01f

I unpacked the deliveries. As should have been axiomatic to me, the new Made in China, (come think of it, everything I ordered was Chinese made) three-wheeled tri-walker, I found it to be in need of a lot of assembling. The empty box, I am going to use for the recycling storage, before taking it down to the caretaker’s room on the front of the flats, when it get filled-up. 3Wed01ga

I extracted it from the box and moved the guide to the front room. To await my attentions and no doubt feeble efforts to assemble it. I have a fitment coming today, so I can take the walking stick with me when I use the trolley. I’ll most likely make a cock-up of fitting that as well and then brakes, bars, basket etc. Humph!

3Wed01iThe Chinese made… (Oh, I’ve already mentioned that, sorry) Oven ‘Copper-Crisper’, must be resisted for the moment. Since I am making a determined effort to cut back on the chips intake, I’ve been gobbling! Whether I will be tempted today, is questionable, to say the least. But being as I had planned a salad of sorts, maybe my fortitude and strong-mindedness will prevail?

3Wed01JThe Hearing Aid Impaired Wristlets were utter and complete, absolute rubbish!

The one of the two I bought and adorned first lost its lettering doing so!

Never mind, the Warfarin one should be arriving today sometime.

3Wed01TThe ‘Tablet crusher and slicer’ has a blade in the lid for slicing pills. I assume because there is no instructions come with it. It looks very delicate, so I’ll take care when I use it for the first time tonight.

I then ignored all the mess around me and the apartment and got on the computer to update and send off the Tuesday post to WordPress.

Made another brew, then I went on the WP Reader.

Then took two photographs from the gallery of the morning view.

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3Wed01pThe Morrison delivery arrived at 06:55hrs.

By gum, it was raining out there! The poor chap dropped the wet bags inside the doorway, and seemed to in a rush, as he was only just within the hour allotted for the delivery. Nice chap. He sounded Polish or Lithuanian. Thanked him and wished him well as he shot off.

3Wed01QI moved the ordered goods into the kitchen, working my way through the rubbish and mess the place was now in. Tsk! 

I’d not over-ordered this morning. I got some treats for Jenny and the Wardens to hand out later. If the Amazon stuff comes early, I might get out to the shops, properly. We’ll see.

3Wed01sI got the bags unloaded and but the stuff for the fridge and freezer on the server trolley. I’m so glad they have the limoncello desserts on offer, so I can hand some around.

The apples were English Worcestershire. But I can’t wait for Cox’s Pippins to arrive. I had got too much milk in, but this was soon corrected when I made another brew. The smell of the Cavendish bottle in the fridge encouraged me to throw away the contents. Eurgh!

I started doing some graphics on CorelDraw for the dairy, or even Diary Tops.

0850hrs, I took the treats to hand-out for Jenny and the wardens. I went without the camera, Tut! Dropped the straws and limoncello off at the Wardens Holding-Cell/Office. On my way back, I diverted from going to Jenny’s, as I thought it might be too early to catch them awake and about yet. I’ll go later.

As I got back in the flat, that droning noise seemed to be getting louder again. Drives you bonkers! On the computer and…

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Hard work! The landline rang and lit up. The line was so bad, the lady who I think from bits of the conversation that I did get was from the Falls Team, was impossible. She rang back, and the line was much better. They’d had a cancellation and wanted to call to see me this afternoon around 14:30hrs. I thanked her and assured her I would be in.

I carried on updating this blog for hours. Now with Amazon expected at any time, and the Tamsin Peach (It sounded like anyway) calling from the Geriatric Falls Team, I will not be to visit Jenny with the nibbles. Ah, well, plenty of life in the limoncello yet.

3Wed10a WDPrightWD 0.30.0b I set about building the new three-wheeled-guide. I cannot express in words, the struggle, farce, frustration and failure in my enterprise of putting together the ill-made poor quality various parts! The handles I cannot get to fit without rattling around in the slots. A DIYer, I’m certainly not. I can’t even blame the fingers, hands, shoulder or leg for my downfall. Because they were not playing up. Tsk!

As I was finishing, or rather giving up on mechanical stuff, the intercom rang out. It was the Occupational Therapist, Tasmin Peach, from the Falls Team come to see me.

We spent a couple of hours going through things. Blood Pressure reading and making sure the current medical history is up to date. History, hopes, and taking extra care were disgust. A charming, social and delightful lady, indeed.

3Wed10She departed, which made me sad, it always makes me feel a little blue when any carers leave, me. (Yes, I’m a sad old scoundrel! Haha!)

I got the chestnut mushroom in the saucepan with some Balsamic vinegar, and Light Soy sauce added.

WDPrightWD 0.30.0bA I got returned to the updating of this diary. Got carried away a bit, and the smell of the liquid coming out over the saucepan onto the stove, made me panic somewhat! Grumble-Sodit-Blast! Argh! One heck-of-a-job cleaning that all up! I had to transfer the mushrooms to a larger one, and wash the semi-burnt receptacle! Humph!

3Wed04I took a photo of the view outside, bootiful it was!

I spent a few minutes pondering over if there is something I’m doing wrong, that might be causing the falls.

Then had a rarity for today, a wee-wee.

3Wed11Back to the computerisationing. I checked on the Tracker again for the Walking Stick fittings. Judging from what I learnt from yesterdays timing, I reckoned there would b about two hours to go before it would arrive at the apartment. It already being so late in the day for me, 17:00hrs, and well beyond my head-down time, I must ensure that I keep doing something. I do not want to fall asleep and miss the intercom or doorbell sounding. 

I updated this blog to here and started to do some graphics on CorelDraw to use as page tops headers and ‘Thoughts’ for later on.

WDPStraightWD 0.30.0b The curtains suddenly fell off of the hooks on the balcony top! I kid you not! Without rhyme nor reason, I had to rehook six of the flaming things! I got the stepladder from the balcony, and gingerly mounted it. Only two steps, but it was painful and trying for the RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees. More worrying than the hassle and pain, was the mystery of why they would all unexpectedly, and instantaneously drop off at the same time? Tim Hancock will know. He worked out that: The Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! Aliens, perhaps? The Return of the Boll Weevils? Ghosts? Or the building’s getting ready to collapse? Ah, I had a look outside and found some crumbling of the new cement and concrete above the balcony! Also, found some bits of grey coloured stone had fallen onto and in between the planks! Dang dang, dang! Well, it has been done for about two months now. One cannot expect it to last much longer. Sarcasm thrown in there, my pleasure!

3Wed12a

In the event of Woodthorpe Court flats collapsing shortly, would you please:

  • Kindly let the Nottingham City Homes Management, know that I warned them! Hehehe!
  • Oh, and remind Sister Jane about my funeral all being paid for in advance, she’s got the details.
  • Yes, and Recliner-breaking crook, Brother-in-Law Pete, tell him not to bother returning the valuables he stole while I was in the hospital. But only, of course, in the event of my being crushed to death, or however I croak out. For God’s sake, don’t tell him to keep it if I’m still alive! Thanks, Tim, Lynton, Ian and Clive. 

The tracker for the parcel was in the same position when I rechecked it again. It’s not easy for us older folk, having to not fall asleep! Staying awake is just as hard!

Back to the graphicationalisationing… Huh!

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Sufferin’ succotash! Cozens! Scumbering-Swine! Ay, caramba! Unreliable Fries! Gits!

3Wed12bComputer off. Black bags. Wee-wee.

Amazon check. Getting closer!

Amazon arrived!

I must get some sleep.

Phlebotomy nurse arriving in the morning to 3Wed14take the Warfarin INR blood. Wonderful woman, I hope she will take some Manner Lemon Wafers, as a thank you, for her patience and extra help phoning the surgery etcetera, and her tolerance and understanding with me when I get dates mixed up and so on.

The computer still very slow, I gave up again.

3Wed18I did the handwashing and hung it to try, only one shirt tonight.

As the thought of the daily battle with the sock-glide, which more often than not, the sock-glide would win, combined with my not needing them with staying in again all day, I just left the socks off. (Coward Class 1 – Grade A, speaking!)

3Wed22WDPStraightWD 0.30.0b I checked on the brand new, not-working now correctly, again intercom screen, to view the Foyer entrance. Boing! The Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, strikes again!

3Wed2119:50hrs, Amazon arrived. I didn’t hear the pathetically weak, considering they have put them in an old folks dwellings, and it is still not working correctly. The delivery driver had got in anyway and delivered this parcel for me.

I just photographed it, put it down, and made a start on making the nosh, I was as weary and tired as I have been for years.

3Wed24WDPStraightWD 0.30.0b Straight on with nosh making. I weakened in my resolve about not eating any chips (fries), but at least I only did a few. I used the new Chip-Crisper set-up. I agree with the claim that it would make the food crisp, it did. But, some of them had hard bits in the middle? I was not impressed at first but thought afterwards, I may not have left them in long enough, with my impatient craving for food? The Morrison chestnut mushrooms might as well have been slices of cardboard! Morrison’s organic tomatoes (that I cannot remember ordering?), were bitter. The Morrison Worcester apple, soft fleshed and crumbly! The Morrison chopped beetroot reminded me of grape nuts! The Milk Roll bread from Morrisons on Special Price was alright, as was their butter on them, but the German Smoked Ham was bland, tasteless and plastic-like. Morrison’s salad was okay. Even the Limoncello dessert tasted just like sugar – what happened to the lemon? I may sound critical, and possibly my overtiredness affect the flavour? But for a Taste-Rating, I give only 5/10!

WDPStraightWD 0.30.0bA I went to do the washing up, as I was handing paraphernalia onto the drying board, the dang right arm gave just one, not too violent, imitation Hitler salute. But it was enough for me to end up with a right mess and mangle of plates, dishes, pots, cutlery and trays, knocked off of the draining board, landing on the floor and my corn! Oh, and bruising my knuckles against the cupboard side, on the wall! I thought about fetching the camera but decided I’d had enough Whoopsies, and got on with retrieving and rewashing them, and cleaning it all up. The place looked a right mess, even after I’d tidied it up!

I eventually made my way, bypassing the giant box the trolley came it, being used for recyclable storage. The shrewd about bits left-over from new Walker construction. Tools. General rubbish that reminded me of Steptoe & Son’s front room, in miniature, and into the £300, second-hand, c1968, horrendously beige-coloured, rickety, not-working (Thanks to Bother in law Pete!), recliner.

Shattered!

 

 

 

Inchcock Today – Tues 24 Sept 2019: Ups and Downs. But yer don’t like to complain, does yer?

2019 Sept 24

2019 Sept 24

Tuesday 24th September 2019

Croatian: Utorak, 24 Rujna 2019 Godine

2Tue01

03:00hrs: I stirred, in a strange to me, pacificatory, leisured, relaxed, an almost nonchalant frame of mind. Life felt copeable with, and no mind-blasts if uncomfortable nervousness and worrying. Even when I freed my staggeringly-large bellied body from the £330, second-hand, rickety, c1968 recliner (One one that was damaged by Brother-in-Law Pete, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), there was little pain or hassle from many of the ailments. Was I still asleep and dreaming of waking up?

I had a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wee and went off to the kitchen. I noticed that the handwashing and pot-washing needed doing. This reminded me of last nights farce when I left the hot water tap (faucet) running in the wet room sink! (Red-Face-Mode, at the recollection, adopted). And prompted me to run the tap… Phew! Hot water on again! So I got the pots done, and then did the handwashing, got it rang out and onto the airers. I had to use them both, with there being extra togs washed. I took the medications.

2Tue02Made a brew, then got the computer going, and looked up the Amazon orders, which after much going back a forth, I collated as:

  • Three-Wheeled Rollator – Tuesday (Today) Delivery by Unknown
  • Crisper non-stick baking tray – Tuesday (Today) Delivery by Amazon
  • Hearing Impaired Alert Bracelets – Tuesday (Today) Delivery by Amazon
  • Pill cutter-crusher – Tuesday (Today) Delivery by Unknown
  • Walking-Stick Holder for trolley – Wednesday Delivery by Amazon
  • Warfarin Alert bracelet – Wednesday. Delivery by Royal Mail

WD 0.0.0. All (apart from Royal Mail) showing up to 22:00hrs!

WD 0.0.0. Then I concentrated on updating the Sunday blog. (Which was completed about three hours later). Two more wee-wees during the updating. Both of the same variety, and so different from the first one. LSPDO (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-Out) style. And two mugs of tea, both went cold before they were drunk up!

Yet another wee-wee when I’d finished the post and sent it off. Amazingly, of the VSBBS (Very-Short-Bursting-But-Sprinkly) type. I’m certainly getting a right mix of them this morning. I bet some folk would be jealous. All that interest in just wee-weeing! Haha!

2Tue03I visited the WordPress reader.

Then went to make another brew and check on the airing of the handwash clobber.

Using the two airers, because I did a few extra items in the daily handwash. But they were drying pretty quickly… well, very slowly really! Tsk!

WD 0.0.0. I got around to making the brew, Glengettie, the best Gold blend. And the leg started to offer me an imitation-neuropathic-schuhplattler dance. It didn’t last long, however. It was an energetic effort. It was soon over.

WD 0.0.0. Made the mug of tea, and blow-me, I needed the Porcelain Throne! I felt it might be a long session, the stomach felt bloated but hard with it. So I took the tea in with me. I’d drank the whole mugful, and still, nothing had moved from the insides! I did a bit of crosswording, in the hope that something might escape, but no chance.  Good stuff Movicol is, it usually gets things activated in about an hour or two for me. The reason for the blockage in the intestines, I could not work out.

2Tue05I photographed the pins before leaving, and they did look even paler than usual, but the blotches, scabs, blood papsules and clopidogrel all seemed to be far less vivid. I think some of the papsules had disappeared as well, they do that sometimes you know.

So I dressed washed and to the kitchen and took a Movicil sachet. I had to have another wee-wee, of the LPSAOS (Long-Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Splashback) variety. What next? Hehe!

WD 0.0.0. Started this diary off. Then, in the middle of doing this, a depression, for that’s the only word I can think off, came over me, almost instantaneously! My spirits sank to a non-existent level. The flood of fears, hatreds, worries, troubles and uncertainties filled the mind. Every other thought or idea I was seconds earlier using of, was replaced with consternation, anxiety and trepidity.

2Tue04WD 0.0.0. I stopped on the computer and walked to the kitchen, uncaringly hung the stick on the door, opened the light & view-blocking window, and it was drizzling lightly. And took a picture. I even thought at the time, ‘It’s doing this on purpose, to annoy me!’ I was not manic about things, just confused as to why the sudden change in my outlook. I’d been singing to myself minutes earlier, ‘Beautiful Dreamer’: ♫Beautiful Dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee; Sounds of the rude world heard in the day, Lull’d by the moonlight have all passed away!…♫, and making light of everything. Yet, still, the view seemed so pleasant to me. I spent a few moments genuinely concerned for my sanity. Sorry, but it’s real!

A determined ‘Pull yourself together’ session failed to get me out of the megrims. For the first time in many a year, I was so glad that I did not have any alcohol in the place! Even after so many years, I would have been tempted, if there were any… no, I’d have drunk it!

Things are muddled as to details of what happened next. But I found myself on the Throne, struggling to pass anything. The stick was on the door handle. The crossword book was in my hand, and a blessed evacuation was on the way! Ginormous!

I still felt a bit down, but not so bad. I returned to the computer. Sister Jane rang. We had a natter, and I told her about how I felt.

2Tue06Back to the updating of this post. But not for too long, the hands and fingertips joined in with Shaking Should Samuel, and I gave up.

I got the black bags taken to the shute on the way down, and went out in the rain to take the cleaned and rinsed empty glass jars to the green bin.

2Tue07The rain had been and was still pouring down at a fair rate.

The puddle in had spread over Chestnut Walk to the other side. The drains were not coping with the precipitation. I suspect the falling leaves were the cause of the problem. But, I’m probably wrong, I usually am. I’m good at being and getting things wrong, you know! Hahaha!

I didn’t hang about too long, although I would have enjoyed just standing and looking at the rain. There’s a word for that, but I can’t remember what it is… erm… nope, can’t recall it, now. Yer I can remember Impluvious: Unaware that it’s raining. The brain and mind are not so reliable nowadays. Oy Vey! 

2Tue09When I got back up to the apartment, the door had been opened, and a note left for me! It was from the Chiropodist in Winwood Heights. Offering me a service and the prices of each one. Routine foot care: £30. Nail Trimming: £25. And Verruca Re-dressing for £20. Also, it mentioned a Loyalty Card, you can sign up for, which gives £5 off on your tenth visit!

2Tue11As I was putting the kettle on, I looked out of the light and view-blocking, thick-framed, impossible to reach for cleaning new kitchen window, getting soaked by rain that had accrued while the window was shut… where was I? Oh, yes! I thought I could see an Amazon lorry below. So, I thought it must be delivering some of the things I’d ordered. I took a photo, and it turned out to be an Argos van.

2Tue10aStill not feeling like doing any computerisationing much, I pondered over what to have for the day’s meal. After much dithering and vacillating, I decided on a tinned nosh. Well, with having to stay in for the deliveries, it’s hard to get fresh food in! But no problem, plenty of cans in the cupboard. Chilli, garden peas, black bean sauce, tomato-slicer-sliced twice tomato chinks made and added, with some vinegar; and a sourdough baguette to soak up the liquids, sound good to me. But no point in making it, until all off the deliveries have arrived.

I had a look at the Amazon delivery tracker to find out what’s what. The fit-on Walking Stick attatchment, for the walker, and the Warfarin wristband will arrive tomorrow. Expected today are these four. That’ll frighten the Bank Manager. Harf-Harf!

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I tried updating the TFZer Facebook page and my photo albums. But it was not  easy:

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2Tue21Got the nosh prepped and in the saucepan ready, and warmed it up up, stirring it all the time. The tomato-slicer is great for cross-slicing the fruit. Added the black bean sauce and chilli-con-carne earlier.

Put the sourdough baguette and two cobs in the oven for ten minutes.

2Tue22The serving up of the nosh was fraught, I had the feeling that the deliveries would start to come as soon as I started eating it! Haha! It wasn’t so. I consumed the delightfully tangy meal, Taste-Rating 7.8/10, and got the washing up done. Then got the days handwashing done.

I sat watching a Rumpole of the Bailey DVD, with subtitles on, so I could have a chance of hearing intercome when it went off. No headphones on, as I usually would have.

I had a check on the deliveries progress, and got this on the screen! Close!

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I’m afraid I kept nodding off for a minute here and there. So I got up and tottered about. 16:35hrs, now. I took a look at the rain-soaked road below. No signs of any delivery lorries, not that I could see much!

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2Tue23Reluctantly, I got the computer back on to do the updating, and the intercom rang!

Aha, the deliveries all in one arrived! Looks like I might have to build the new trolley? Argh! All items were made in China.

18:25hrs: Too tired to do anything more, now.

Head down!

 

 

Inchcockski – Mon 23 Sept 19: An adrenaline-charged, exhilarating, invigorating, life-sponsoring, energetic day… Lie-Mode-Engaged! Haha!

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2019 Sept 23

Monday 23rd September 2019

Haitian Creole: Lendi 23 Septanm 2019

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Dedicated Day – Perfect for Inchie!

03:10hrs: The body stirred reluctantly, with my mind doing so with even greater disinterest, foreboding and a certain irresolution, and great hebetude. The EQ was advising caution be taken today, physically, mentally, and verbally! But Wednesday would be an even higher risk for me. A clear message, same as I got yesterday I think. Talk about developing an early-warning-system. Straight through to me. Oy Vey!

I carefully rose from the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, that Brother-in-law Pete broke while he was nicking my valuables when I was in the hospital after the stroke. And, with more ease than is usual. Oh yes!

I got the slippers on, caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and to the Grey Bucket for a wee-wee.

WD 40.0.0. The first real surprise of the day. The weeing session turned out to be an ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) type. I felt drained in all departments by the time it had finished and had grown five-minutes older too! Hahaha! The bucket needed emptying, cleaning, and sanitising, so off to the wet room to do so.

1Mon02 - Copy WD 40.0.0. Both lower legs seemed to feel all tingly as I started to hobble to the wet room. I had a decker at them, and they did not look so good as they had been doing for the past couple of days. I reckon a couple more f blood papsule have erupted, yet the red spots seemed to have reduced? It’s not really so difficult to understand how, when I go into a treatment room, the smile disappears from the face of the Doctor and nurses! Hehe!

1Mon03 - CopyTook my medicine and made a brew, then got the computer going. Took the tablets and capsules, started off this blog’s graphics, imported and touched up a photo or two, and needed another wee-wee!

Which was another of the ELDOP variety, but I was more prepared for this one.

Then, I got the Sunday post updated. So many photos to sort, so it took a long time. But the hands, fingertips, leg & arm were all kind to me. The shoulder played up a lot, but hey-ho, I can cope with that.

WD 40.0.0. While I was checking out the Emails and comments, I came across this gem, on the local newspaper’s site! “Things you can no longer do in the Slab Square!”

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I doctored the graphic up to add my views. Hehehe! However, the toilets being removed from underground can be understood, just a shame they didn’t build any new ones for us. Imagine nowadays what it would be like down there. Muggers, beggars, pick-pockets, bag-snatchers, druggies, drug-dealing… no, fair enough! Come think of it, I’m not sure I’d be able to get down and back up the steps now. I would not leave the three-wheeler above ground with the shopping in it – that would undoubtedly get nicked!

Went on the WordPress Reader.

1Mon20Then I ordered from Amazon, a pill-splitter & crusher £3.87, ETA Wednesday. (Thanks for the tip Tim). Warfarin & Hearing Alert wristbands £8, ETA Thursday. A trolley-guide that I hope will have a better basket on it. £59. ETA Tuesday! The current one is now tatty, ripped, and not very much use. It also has a fear of going downhill, and plays up something rotten! He-he-he! But I suppose it’s me, really. Tsk! Also, a wire oven-crisping-tray with built-in drip tray. ETA, also for Tuesday.

1Mon04WD 40.0.0. Then I got the ablutions tended to – the hilarious, absurd and comical ablutionalisationing session! After yesterday’s ‘Much less dropping stuff’ session, this was an ‘I’ve never dropped so before” one! A moment guffawing! The pins looked to be improving, blood papsule-wise, but still too pale!

1Mon05I had plenty of time to catch the bus up to Aldi. So I departed and took a leisurely stroll along Chestnut Way. I, of course, avoided the newly built lakeside road outside Woodthorpe Court, as I casually limped along, gazing up at the nubilous sky, like-wot us luftmenshes tend to do. I made my way to the Winwood Court entrance.

1Mon06I called to ask one of the Cat Walk Model, Generalfeldmarschalless Wardens if they knew anything about Josie. But the Interrogation Holding-Cell office was locked up.

So, I took an amble around the ground floor of Winwood Extra Care Court. Taking a couple of photographs on the way around. The first one, made near the doorway of the stairs, revealed that the 1Mon07new tenants have plenty of options for entertainment an the like. The roof terrace on the top floor. 3rd floor, A TV lounge. The second floor, A games room, and the big activity room on the ground floor.

I took a snap of one of the photos on the wall. It was of the completed (Well. not inside, apart from Winwood Court). Woodthorpe and Winchester Courts are still waiting to be finished inside.

I realised on putting this picture on the blog, that I had taken it, and caught the big windows in the reflection. Well, I never claimed to be a David Baily. Haha! Bath it daily, maybe! A touch of heterophemy there, sorry about that. I meant Bathe it, my inorthography. I love that word! I’ve wanted to use it for years! At last, my chance!

Out to the bus stop, and met and chinwagged with many of my beloved neighbours. ( I may have got some of the names wrong, if so I do apologise, it’s the Cisplatin drug, you know, Humph!) Doris, Margaret, Betty, Joanne, Abilene, and Pete and Roger. Which perked me up considerably. Thank you, folks!

1Mon08I caught the town-bound L9. Got to Mapperley tops, and alighted the bus. I rounded the corner on Woodborough Road and looked at my destination, further along, the Aldi store. I hoped I would control my spending and choice of goods I bought this time. I’m getting a little fed-up with my overdoing things when out 1Mon09ashopping.

It’s usually worse at times like this when I’ve not been out for a long time. Humph!

I turned around and took some shot of the 1Mon09traffic light junction.

Hobbled along, nice and steadily to the shop, and had a dangerous nosey around. I say dangerous, due to the absolute panic and rush most of the people were in. I was bashed and shoved about as people barged by me to get to 1Mon09bthe fodder on the shelves! I thought something might have been declared about national food shortages or something! I’m not kidding. Blimey, I was lucky to get to the checkout without being harmed! Tsk! I got the shopping, and paid without any dropsies, and packed the trolley, had to buy another long-life (At my age, Giggle!) bag. The same colour as Angela’s coat, that cheered me up too!

The walk back to the flats along Woodborough Road, down Mapperley Rise, Winchester Street, Chestnut Walk and into the Winwood Extra Care flats, was most pleasant. Although controlling the three-wheeler was troublesome at time.

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I got back to the flats and into the Winwood Court. I noticed Deana outside with the disabled tenant and chap of Winwood, as the pair got into their car. So I waited, reading the notices for Deana to return. Which she did, and I asked her about Josie’s situation. She’s away on holiday for a week or two. I wish she’d told me – then again, maybe she did and I forgot? You never know! The main thing is, she is in no danger! I thanked Deana for putting my mind at rest, and gave her some fresh cream doughnuts, for looking after me.

1Mon16aI took the link-passage beck to the rather sad looking Woodthorpe lift foyer, as it waited for being upgraded.

However, I can’t remember if I mentioned it earlier, but things had improved, as we now have both elevators in working condition at the same time. Which is nice!

1Mon17As I got out of the lift on my floor, neighbour Malcolm, was there, he said something I missed hearing, and I followed him into our flats lobby. He handed me a parcel, from Amazon, that he’d signed for! Good of him that! The puzzle of what could have been delivered already, 1Mon18confused me a bit. I got in the kitchen and put away fodder purchases. I’m glad I didn’t really overdo it, what with buying stuff from Amazon as well. Liquid Soap powder, beetroot, the bag, two waterless citrus room sprays, Sourdough baguettes A Swiss lemon roll, Doughnuts (Treat for Deana for her help), Caramel wafers for the nibble bag, and a vanilla dessert.

1Mon21Then, I scrutinised the Amazon parcel!

WD 40.0.0. It was two boxes of Manner Lemon wafers? I could not remember ordering these, so I had a look at my orders page on the web… What I discovered was Amazing… I have ordered some for every month, monthly like! I know I thought about getting one for Christmas as an extra treat for Sister Jane and Pete, who love them? But every month? That’s what it said, I’d opted for a discount by ordering regularly? Erm, err…

1Mon22I thought of tonights fodder-feast. I decided it would be BBQ flavoured rice, with black bean sauce, and added a two-ways-cross tomato, using the new slicer, the last of the garden peas were thrown in the saucepan and left to marinate! I hope when it gets done, it comes out like my first one, that tasted grand. Fingers crossed anyway.

I got on the computer, not on top of it like! Haha! And made a start on updating this post.

1Mon19The tissue, well, sheet of kitchen towel I’d just used to clean the spectacles, had formed a particular shape of an animal. To my mind, anyway. So I photographed it, just to see if anyone else can see it. A touch of pareidolia, there! You may have to look this word up… oh, alright then… it means “The science behind seeing faces in everyday objects” Smug-Mode Adopted!

Then, after an hour or three, I got the nosh prepared! Oh, Gastronomer God, please let it come out alright. Cause I’m so looking forward to eating it. Hehehe!

The rain started as I got the nosh readied. Not too hard a job, but the timing had to be right. As planned, I had to get the black bean sauce, with the chopped tomatoes, peas, added oregano spray, and some vinegar; bring to the boil, (so no chances were taken in leaving it unattended), then add the rice for five minutes, continually stirring the concoction.

WD 40.0.0. Unfortunately, just as it started to simmer, the Porcelain Throne was needed! Argh! I thought quickly; ‘I can’t turn it off and reheat it’… oh dear! I trotted off to the wet room a fast as was possible, and the evacuation was mercifully quick 1Mon23and no struggle! Quickly washed the hands and rushed back to the kitchen. As I added the franks to the pan, it was apparent that the rice had burnt a bit. My heart sank! I tried a spoonful and boy, it was so gorgeous! Phenomenally flavoursome! I must remember to try and overcook them next time, too! Hehehe! I can’t remember enjoying a meal being enjoyed like this for ages. A worthy 9/10 recorded for Flavour & Enjoyment! Super!

The prime causes of this gastronomic delight? Was it the German Frankfurters? Was it the American Uncle Toms rice? Maybe, the so-tasty Dutch tomatoes? The black bean sauce? The cunning addition of the garden peas? The dash of garlic? The adding of the vinegar? Perhaps, the brilliance of the bald, deaf, lonely, depressed, ageing-fast, peripheral neuralgia, CIDP, Rheumatoid Arthur Itis ridden, decrepit, Nottinghamian pensioner, in adding the oregano? An amalgamation of all these things?

Nope, I reckon the crucial action, was the burning of the meal, that made the dinner into a feast, and so gorgeously tasty! I took the medications during eating.

WD 40.0.0. Went to do the washing up and handwashing, but found the hot water was no longer hot? I just knew what had happened! I shot-off (well, severely-hobbled) to the wet room, and as I thought, I’d left the hot water tap running! Amongst the self-aimed insults and curses, I settled for “I’m just pathetic and incapable”, as the main reason for this Whoopsiedangleplop! Miserably inadequate is another fitting description.

I’ll have to leave the handwashing, and pots, until morning.

Just to add to the frustrations, yet again, sleep was reluctant to take a grip of me!

Tusk! Nauseating! Annoying and Disheartening!

Ah well, I’ll see if Red Dwarf is on any channels. Nope!

Tusk! Nauseating! Annoying and Disheartening! Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 22nd September 2019: An inauspicious, unenchanting day. Oy Vey!

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2019 Sept 22

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Sunday 22nd September 2019

Bengali: রবিবার 22 শে সেপ্টেম্বর 2019

01:35hrs: I woke, thinking I had overslept for some reason.

WD 60.50.6 The droning noise from somewhere outside must be driving the tenants with decent hearing, mad! It’s doing me no good! Tut-tut!

I fumbled to get my overabundant flobby-body free of the second-hand, c1968, horrendously beige-coloured, rusty, but working today, Brother-in-Law Pete damaged recliner while he stole my valuables while I was in the hospital after the stroke. I had a WWW (Weak-Wimpish-Wee-wee), then made a brew of Yorkshire tea.

WD 60.50.6 This was when I discerned, it was only 01:35hrs! I’d only been asleep for about an hour-and-a-half! And much of that seemed to have been filled with nightmares!

WD 60.50.6 I tried to remember them, and fetched the notepad, and found some scribbling on it, but most of it was indecipherable. Seems one dream was played out backwards, I was dead, lying in the grave, and falling or being thrown out of a window, worked back to being chased into a burnt-out destroyed block of flats… Puzzling! The other one, I only remember being afraid and in a plane or helicopter. The words I could read on the pad, were: Flying, beheaded (I think) and school?

I took the medications and got on the computer. With a determination to get caught up with the graphicalisationing, if possible today. I answered the comment and soon found that the fingers were not responding to touch very well. This made typing difficult.

On to WordPress, and had a session on the Reader. Then made up the ‘Day’ graphic on CorelDraw, above. With the fingers playing up still, it took me ages to get done! Next, I got the template done for this blog, then updated the Saturday see-nobody, chatterless post.

WD 60.50.6 The breathing was uncomfortable. Involuntary intakes and outtakes, and the chest and throat felt very tight. The peripheral neuralgia shoulder, fingertips and hands were playing me up now. Looks like it’s going to be a miserable day for me, today. Well, fancy that! Haha!

I got the updating done and sent off the Saturday post. Added to the Pinterest page. Made another brew, Glengettie Gold this time.

The droning noise from outside was relentless!

I went on the TFZer Facebook for a while, I couldn’t stay too long, as the ablution time was nearing.

2019 Sept 22I managed a few minutes on YouTube before starting the scrub-up! A stand-up jobbie at the sink job.

WD 60.50.6 The legs were looking a lot more colourful. But also they had accrued a good few more papsules, spots, clopidogrel scars and blotches, overnight it seems? I didn’t think to check elsewhere, I might have the measles as well. Hahaha! The dropsies were unanticipatedly few, considering how the hands and fingertips were.

7Sun04I took the black bags to the waste chute on my way out, to welcome, and to hopefully talk to, some of the new Winwood Extra Care Court residents, and take some photographicalisations of different area, and the rooftop plaza. I tried Josie’s bells, but no answer.

Now they have their alfresco furniture back out 7Sun05there.

When I got out of the foyer, the drizzling was still coming down a little. The new brickwork is forming puddles already.

I slowly meandered along Chestnut Walk. The fallen leaves sticking to the three-wheeler guide trolly wheels. Tsk!

I kept stopping to look up at the grey sky, 7Sun06appreciating how it still looked marvellous, to me anyway, and getting splattered in the eyes (Hehe!),

At the Winwood Court Extra-Care Flat’s foyer, I stood for a while, pondering on nature, health, life, and Nottingham Forest and Burnley both winning a game.

7Sun07Then I took a shot showing Winwood, with Winchester Court in the background. It all looks very new, which of course it is. See how quickly I gleaned at? Haha! There are no flies on me, the zips broken! Harf, Harf!

Then into Winwood, and up in the lift, to the third floor.

7Sun08I popped out of the cage and took a photo of the corridor of the floor of flats.

I’d not seem anybody up to now, anywhere this morning. But I felt confident I would see someone to have a chinwag to up on the 4th floor, in the Winwoodonian’s perfectly arranged and laid out relaxation room.

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7Sun17As I returned inside the lounge, the rain stopped altogether. No residents were seen around.

I spotted another ‘Dulux’ dog. Behind the easy-chairs, and he looked so real, it made me jump for a second! Don’t laugh! Oh, go on then! I moved the synthetic fur away from his eyes and took this picture.

7Sun20I popped into the big meeting room, but again, could not see anyone about to talk to.

I reckon the lights must be on a sensor motion control, cause they came on as I entered the room. Good idea, I like it!

I decided to go back to Woodthorpe Court, via the link-passage. Thought I’d try to find the 7Sun21part-time hairdressers and podiatrist. It seems they are sharing the same room together. Handy, that is! I must look again later, and get the foot treatment prices on the list.

I mused on how to cook and present Josie’s cheesy potatoes as I rambled along the corridor.

7Sun19I stopped and turned around to take this photo, to make my way back a distance, so I could have nosey at their new laundry room.

WD 60.50.6 As I turned, Dizzy Dennis gave me a visit. A long one too. But not a really serious one. I don’t think there was the slightest chance of me going over. The three-wheeler guide brakes were put on, and I had ten minutes or so recovery time.

All was okay again, and I went to peek at the laundry room. Blimey, it looks unused! No caked-on soap powder over the drawers. Very-most posh!

I pressed on back down the alleyway and into Woodthorpe Court. Seeing the new Winwood Court laundry room, I thought I’d take a photo of our old Woodthorpe Court one, just as a comparison, like.

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7Sun24Angela was sat in the lobby, I asked Angela if I could take her photograph, and she let me. Which was kind of her! Then again, she is a lovely lady (Roy’s better-half!) I got a chinwag in at last, with Angie! But it had to be cut short Sob! Her and Roy, who I’d not noticed earlier, was outside the Foyer door, sat on his four-wheeler seat trolley, waiting for their taxi to arrive.

7Sun25aThey both looked spick & spam and smart. I assumed they were off to meet some of there family. They were patient enough to let me take a shot of them both as the taxi arrived. Grand couple!

I took to Angies mustard coloured coat, a warm, friendly colour. And Roy looked a lot better today.

7Sun29I got in and made a start on Josie’s nosh. Mixed Leicester and mature Cheddar cheese, butter, a pinch of salt and an iota of Basil, all bashed up for what seemed like three hours. Hehe! To make them as soft as I could, so she can digest them easily!

WD 60.50.6 I got them on the tray, took the photo and realised I’d missed off the tuna! Schmuck!

Spot on 12:00hrs, I took it on the wheeled server to her door, and pressed her bells. But, no answer. I tried again, still no reply. I was worried, in case she had fallen in the flat. If she forgot, and or went out to meet her sister, fair enough, but I wished I knew. I gave it ten-minutes more and called again. Nope!

I nipped up the Cyndy and Eric’s flat, to ask them if they had heard of Josie being ill, and might have gone to her Sisters? But Cyndy didn’t know anything. She asked if I wanted to ring Warden Deana, but I resisted the temptation and thanked Cyndy, and apologised for bothering them. It is Deana’s day off, after all.

I came down and over the next half hour, tried Josie’s door four more times. The door is locked, so maybe she has just gone out? Worrying! I’m at a loss what to try or do, next.

I washed the cooking things up. and noticed a possible fire on the misty horizon.

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WD 60.50.6a As I got the computer back on to update this diary, Dizzy Dennis nearly had me off of the chair. I do hope the Geriatric Fall team call me soon!

Just sat down and I meekly felt sorry for myself. I did try Josie’s door a few times. I had her meal cold, in place of making one for myself. If she returns, I can always make her another one. 7Sun30

I took a photo of the pins as I lay there, in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Spotty Muldoon comes to mind! Hehe!

Yet once again, despite feeling so tired and worn-out, sleep did not come easily or quickly. But, with worrying about Josie on my mind? I pray she is not ill. Fingers-crossed, I hope to find out more tomorrow.

TTFNski each.

 

Inchcock Today – Thursday 19th September 2019: Worra Pestilential Day!

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Thursday 19th September 2019

Welsh: Dydd Iau 19eg Medi 2019

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WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2 01:20hrs: I woke with that Reflux-Breathing-Belching erupting problem that started yesterday afternoon. It had vanquished every other ailment to the back-burner. Even the Peripheral Neuralgia was cowering and not giving me much bother. Which is more than could be said for the knees RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis). Within minutes of moving out of the £300, second-hand recliner, a cough started to develop, that has got a little worse as the morning went on. Healthwise, thing were not too good. Up onto my feet, and RAI let me know he was a close second, in the hassle-stakes.

But, all the other stuff is okay, so, beggars can’t be choosers! (Is that the quote I wanted? It’ll do! Haha!)

A little Dennis Dizzy as I got into the kitchen, but nothing to worry about, over in seconds. I took a shot through the doorway without the flash, then one with it on.

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I got the handwashing moved to the airers. Then to the not used overnight GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), and had yet another of the pitiable PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak, Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wees. Made a brew, took the medications with an extra painkiller, and off to the Porcelain Throne.

Now, this was consistent for the last few days, anyway. The superabundance of material evacuated, was still, well, colossal almost gigantesque! I don’t know why, but it’s been this way for about four or five days, now? I’m just glad the toilet is coping with so much and not blocking-up again!

WD 0.0.255 2 WDPStraightThe throat and chest along with Reflux Roger and breathing difficulties were getting yet worse, as I got the computer on. Then sharp painful intakes of breath began! The shoulder and fingers started to dance about as soon as I started typing on the keyboard! Humph!

4Thu001I decided to make another cuppa and take one more painkiller before struggling on with the blog. The knee pins, I got some of the Phorpain gel rubbed into them. Reflux Roger was persistent if nothing else this morning!

The tea went cold. So I ventured carefully to the kitchen to make another brew. Got the kettle on, and needed, urgently, (I thought), a wee-wee. So I rushed, well, limped pretty quickly back into the junk-computer room to the grey emergency plastic bucket…

WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2A4Thu04 Oh, dearie me! On the way back, Dizzy Dennis caught me at the same time as the right nerve-dying leg, tried to do an involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance. No injuries, but I tumbled against the Ottoman, I didn’t go over at all, but the bang redistributed some of the things that were on the tray! And left me with only a bruised left-hand palm. So, quite acceptable. I’ve not seen the red ink pen since mind you. Haha! What a draycup!

Life seems to have me all farcockt, lately!

At long last, I got on with the Wednesday post. It took me hours, cause of the shakes, nerves, and dancing right side. I was quite proud when I did get it done, even though it took so long. Phew! Throughout the process, I had to have about eight PWWDIB wee-wees. Not passing enough water to fill a coffee cup in total! Humph!

Another mug of tea, methinks.

WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2 I took some pictures from the balcony on my tea-break. Roughly the same view. Apart from the last one. All taken in different modes on the camera. I diligently wrote them down in order, on the back of an envelope, which choice I had made… Took the shots and as I struggled to close the window, I dropped the paper! Fehl!

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Ah, well, these things are sent to test us! I just wish they wouldn’t check me so often! Hehe!

I made a start on this blog. Then did some catching up on the TFZ Facebooking.

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Well, fancy that! That’s sodded all the plans again! Thank You, Fries!

WD 0.0.255 2 Huh!

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Flipping hard slow slog getting the Facebooking done! Over three hours. Thanks to Mr Fries!

4Thu05Late now, so, I’d better pack in, and get the nosh sorted out. No chips again, though! Oh, no! Three days abstinence. It’s not easy, you know! Hehehe!

A fair enough meal, though. I gave it a 6.5/10 for flavour and taste.

After washing the pots, Reflux Roger and the tight chest convinced me to just sit down and try to fall asleep. But it wasn’t happening, so I put the TV on. A wee-weeless hours long period of belching and struggling for breath, and I had to rise for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised.

The same style as it has been for many days now. A massive, ‘Where-Did-That-Come-From’ evacuation again.

Back to the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. This time, heavenly sleep came to me, in no time.

WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2 This may take some explaining, I’ll do my best: I woke-up, almost convinced I was trapped in an underground cave, with writings of all my failures, mistakes, errors etcetera, writing on the massive cave’s walls, in beautiful italic handwriting?

This is what I had been dreaming about?

I thought I had nodded off again and returned to the dream (I think). I had some paint or whatever, and climbed a tree log, to reach and cover the words…

I woke, hanging out of the recliner, and found I had knocked things off of the recliner, and they had fallen into the GPEB! I just couldn’t leave the stuff in there. But getting myself upright and out of the chair, proved painful and RAI knee was not happy with me at all! I got the bottle of spring water, the packet of Codeines, the tub of Twiglets, all now soaking in the urine, and rinsed them in the sink, and bagged them ready for going in the chute in the morning. Cleaned and sanitised the GPEB and me. Annoyed, I returned to the recliner…

WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2 And stubbed the damned toe on the way!

Worra flaming Day!

Humph!

Inchcock – Wednesday 18th September 2019: Had a couple of bits of good luck, today. Honestly!

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2019 Sept 18

Wednesday 18th September 2019

Croatian: Srijeda, 18 Rujna 2019. Godine

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This should please Mr Shuttlecock?

WD 0.0.0. 03:55hrs: I woke very late for me. But then, I didn’t get my head down until four hours later than my usual time. Thanks to Tuesday’s hyperbole, dizzies, tumbling over, physiotherapy frustrations, amidst a day of an unusually high rate of; Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, annoyances, infuriations, exasperations, vexations, irascibilities, provocations, torment, inconvenience, bugbears, and pretentious stress! Boy, I’m glad to get rid of that! Hahaha!

After those wild thoughts had come along with many other worries, concerns etcetera as I lay there, I managed to install Inchcock’s usual banal, ‘Thoughtless Amiable Placitudiness’ mode! I did ponder over whether I’d have the time to get to the Doctors to make an appointment to see her about the toppling-over getting a little frequent lately, and call at the chemist in Carrington to get the flu-jab, or at least book it. Then go to Lidl for some fresh tomatoes and potatoes. I hope I can.

But, first things first, I must get the Tuesday blog done, if possible, before the Morrison delivery arrives. So, out of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, recliner, and as usual the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) was utilised, again for a WPTU (Weak-Pathetic-Trickling-Unwilling) wee-wee.

To the kitchen and moved the handwashing onto the airer. Kettle on took the medications and made a brew.

3Wed001WD 0.0.0. Then the Porcelain Throne usage was called for, so, off to the wetroom. The evacuation was a duplicate of both of yesterday’s effort. Massive! But no bleeding at all. I’d like to know where it’s all coming from?

The legs seemed to be thinner, still so pale, and the flipping knees were still painful when moving. In fact, Anne Gyna joined in with Arthur Itis as the chief angst giving ailments of the morning. On the bright side, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry, Back-Pain Brenda, and Duodenal Donald, were all being kind to me. And, up to now, no Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances from the leg! Or Shoulder jerking. The fingers seemed to be sensing everything they make contact with, and only the milk bottle has been dropped… so far! So, things might be going to go better today… I shouldn’t have said that, should I? Humph! Hok a chainik? I had another WPTU wee-wee.

3Wed01cWith determination, I got the post updated, with no bother from the fingers you see! Super! As I was setting up to start on this post, the intercom went – yes, I heard it this morning? Things are going well today!

The chap, decent sort of bloke, put the bags through the door for me. I’d forgotten to give him the used carriers and went to fetch them. When I got back to the door with them, he mentioned that 80% of his customers forget the bags. I took them a couple at a time, into the kitchen, and set about emptying them of produce.

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3Wed01fI’d treated myself to some brown extra-large free-range eggs. Got some black bean sauce on offer for three small pots. Some frankfürters, Polish and German, I thought they might go well with the BBQ rice? I remembered to get some more Senna tablets. And two pots of Sticky Rib Pot Noodles, cause the two of them only cost a quid, on offer.

Accifauxpas GCWD 0.0.0. I intended to put them in there usual spot, on above of the top cupboard… Just at the wrong time, the arm started playing up, as I was gently guiding them into position with the blue grabber-stick… They both fell, as an involuntary Hitler Salute was given! One of them fell into the bowl of water, splashing the kettle and even onto the stove, my trousers and floor! Huh! A bit of drying things up, and I decided to store them behind the samovar on the countertop in the future. Grumph!

I had another WPTU wee-wee. Then got on with starting this blog, up to here. I had to stop, to get the ablutions done, so I would have time to get to the Doctors, Chemist and Lidl.

Back later (All being well, anyway. Hehe!) 

Accifauxpas GCWD 0.0.0. The ablution session was chock-full of dropsies like ne’er before! Almost anything dropable was dropped! The spectacles. The toothbrush (2). The mouthwash bottle. The flannel (4). The razor (2), the shaving foam. The Shower-head. The towel. The socks (5-6 times). The sock-glide. The bag of PPs and body spray can!  And this list is only the ones I can remember! Oh, and the Drain unblocker!

Accifauxpas GCWD 0.0.0. As I was almost ready to leave and get dressed properly, Dizzy Dennis paid a call on me. How I managed to avoid going over, was thanks to the fact that I just cleaned shower stool, and it was used to support by replete, wobbly mass. It took a while before things settled, so I used the seat for a few minutes.  But once they did, all was normal again.  Well, I mean as normal as is possible nowadays. Haha!

I took the black bags, and deposited them down the chute, on the way out, and made my way to the elevators. The boot-marks were highly artistically done, I thought. The second lift was still out of order. It was a laugh really, as the one working elevator, went from the 15th floor, bypassed the twelfth, stopped at the 4th, on down to the ground floor. Up to the 6th floor, 9th and then 10th floor, and back down again to the ground floor! It seemed to be determined not to stop at my 12th floor, Snortle! (I wrote this on back of the reminder notes I taken with me, to prompt me later!) Then, up to the 15th, and finally down to the 12th floor! I had a laugh about the lift farce with a chap in the cage, who said he had been waiting for ages, and the last time the elevator got to his 15th, it went straight down again.

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I got to the bus stop on Chestnut Way. A good-sized ganglet of Windwoodonian tenants were there. Much nattering, moaning, complaining and joking about was enjoyed between us all.

3Wed01JBoarded the bus when it arrived. I just went the two bus stops down Winchester Street hull, or even hill (Tsk!), and started the hobble along Mansfield Road into Sherwood. 

The RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees, got more comfortable as I was limping along. Which they often do. Stopping or sitting for short periods are the worst, like catching a bus and having to get off five or ten minutes later, the agony of getting up again has made me try to avoid sitting down if I can, when out.

3Wed01LAs the mind wandered, the EQ told me that things would not be so bad today? ‘You must be joking’, I silently replied to him! But, he is rarely wrong!

Up the hill, gentle and steady, no rush, I was that late anyway. Hehe! Continuing along Mansfield Road, down into Carrington.

3Wed01mA pug-faced, scared to ride on the road, ignorant, uncaring, smug, shorts-wearing pillock of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist appeared from nowhere and came close to having me over. I turned to take this photograph of the animal. However, I was not as bothered as I usually am by these bully-boys.

As I approached the entrance to the Sherrington Park Medical Practise, I felt a little blasé about the visit, my confidence was low. With all the letting me down over the Warfarin changing and not letting me know, leaving me unsure if I had a blood test due or not, what dosage to take. Telling me my when the next one was, and no nurse turning up, then a Nottingham City Homes lady rang them for me, and found out there is now months to go between blood tests. It made it worse because when I rang them last Monday, and eighteen times, I got different messages, but basically, they all said: ‘All the telephone lines are busy. Please ring back after 11:00hrs’ (and this, even at 16:00hrs!) was disturbing.

When I got in and asked the receptionist for an appointment with the Doctor. She asked me if it was urgent. I explained what the problem was, and I heard a beep from her computer. It seems I am now graded as HR (Whatever that is?), with a flashing red light on top of my page. The lady didn’t seem to mind me sneaking a look at the screen. Hehehe! I am now graded as To be offered the first appointment available in the event of me having an urgent problem? At least I think that is what was explained to me. Something close to, anyway.

GC June 14eShe then said… wait for this… “The Doctor can see you in ten minutes!” Blimey! I felt all guilty for my earlier denunciatory thoughts! I thanked her and took a seat in the waiting area. I searched in the three-wheel trolley’s broken, ripped, torn, and the hanging loosely fitted bag, for the crossword book. But it was not there.

3Wed04Dr Vindla came to fetch me into her room. I explained all about the falls, means, times etc. and what I was doing when I went over. She asked various questions of me, said she was going to refer me to the ‘Geriatric Falls Team’. And she got on the phone and did so straight away. I looked them up in the morning. I mentioned the ankle ulcer might be coming up again, and she had a quick look. No, it was another one of the numerous Clopidogrel rashes coming 3Wed01Nthrough, where the ulcer was. Nowt to worry about. The knees were playing up when I came to leave. I thanked her and departed, handing some nibbles to the receptionist on my way out.

I made my down to the Carrington Pharmacy. Where I inquired about booking for a flu jab. I was told if I’d like to wait, it can be done today. So I did. I wandered around the shelves nosing at things, and Deepak, the owner, came over, almost insisting that I sit in one of the chairs to wait. I explained about being better of moving, and why, and he reluctantly agreed. Then, Kiran came over to invite me into the treatment room to have the flu jab.

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She was kind and explanatory in what was going to happen and concerned about me being on Warfarin. Also, as she noticed how unsteady I was on my feet, I explained that this was due more to the Rheumatoid Arthritis than anything. But she called a chap in to watch me as she did the injection, just in case. She explained it was going to hurt. When I told her I felt nothing at all, she looked taken aback a little. I explained the Peripheral neuralgia and Axonotmesis nerves dying off, was probably why there was no pain felt. I thanked her for the pleasantly, caringly done, fine service! Thank you, Deepak and Kiran! ♥

3Wed10I poddled down to the Lidl shop.

The depressed hassled, irritated, perturbed, and irked looking staff caught my eye, Gawd, they must hate the job! I bought some Blush Tomatoes, roasted hazelnuts and a bag of Demerara sugar. Paid at the self serve tills, under the watchful eye of a severely glum, hang-dog looking, obviously well-pissed-off young assistant.

3Wed01pAt the bus stop outside, I caught a bus into Sherwood. With the knees stiffening on the short ride, a complete stranger asked me if I needed a hand to get off of the bus. I declined but thanked him for his kind offer. As I stood on the pavement after getting off, I thought to myself; ‘Do I really look that poorly and dilapidated? Getting old can be a shock, you know! Hehehe!

I momentarily considered walking back up Winchester Street hill. I soon realised that was a bêtise, and made my up the road towards the bus stop. There was plenty of time before the bus was due, so I nipped into the Ozan Store for a wander around. I found some smaller jars of pickled mushroom, a lot dearer than the larger ones, but I can’t open them, even using the fancy tool. So, I bought one. Paid and slowly ambled up to the bus stop.

I had a ‘Thoughts Storm’ en route. In the photo above, there has been four Barber Shops open recently? Why? Two closed down last year! How can they expect to make them pay? I passed the corner where a 78-year-old was murdered two years ago. The knees are worse than ever now! Reflux Roger is too, I’ve never had so much hassle and pain from him! The involuntary belching started, and boy was it loud, and every one stung summat rotten! It worried me a bit, this did. Worst of all, I’d forgot to mention it to the Dr Vindla! Despairing-Mode-Adopted! Which should not have, not with the good luck I’ve had seeing the Doctor so quickly, getting the Flu Jab done… Poor old twit!

3Wed01TWaiting for the bus, I decided to have two of the extra strong eggs, no, I mean extra-large ones. I planned the nosh and kept to it as well. Pickled mushrooms, gherkins, beetroot, and tomatoes. Butter some milk roll bread, and make sarnies as I work my way through the feast. I got back to the flats, no residents out and about on the bus or grounds.

And prepared the meal as I had blueprinted in my mind earlier. Oregano and salt on the eggs, sliced with the Poundland shop slicer. It was not very good, but still. I would have put some black pepper on as well, but the ‘Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum, illusion, 3Wed01Qdelusion, & hallucination’, made sure I could not find the pot! Tsk!

Accifauxpas GCWD 0.0.0.When I got the bread opened, the Warburton’s Milk Roll, I found that they had given me what looked like some engine or machine oil for gratis, on the crust! So, anyone who buys this bread should be aware! It’s happened to me before.

However, I did enjoy it, until Reflux Roger started playing up, leaving a bitter sour taste in the throat and chest. Before the acid reflux started, I’d give this meal a Flavour Rating of 7.5/10. After the reflux bother, 2/10, if that!

I got the washing up done. Took the medications, and got the handwashing done. I did manage to get the camera in time though, to take a couple of bubbles, before they disappeared! Hehehe!

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I settled in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner.

Reflux Roger kept me from nodding off for a long time. Breathing with gasps and intake of breath, mini-coughs, then belches that may have woke up someone three floors away!

TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 17th September 2019: Dizzies, falls, and the After-Stroke Session had to be abandoned! Poor old twit’s in a right state!

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Tuesday 17th September 2019

German: Dienstag, 17 September 2019

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01:40hrs: As I stirred into imitation life this morning, two things vied for my attention. The first being as I checked the legs for signs of last night tumble I took to the floor, via the Ottoman, and onto the electricity extension box and cables, was how amazingly little damage had been caused! A slight bruising was all that stood out. Smug Mode Adopted! Second, this meant I would, or should be little bothered at the After-Stroke physio torture session!

I extracted my cumbersome body from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, second-hand, c1968, cringingly being coloured, rickety recliner, and off to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) for a wee-wee. I think I did this was more out of habit, than any actual need to use the bucket. The so-called wee-wee was of the PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode.

2Tue03Off to the kitchen and got the handwash things hung to dry.

Took a photo of the morning view.

Got the kettle on, took the medications; including last nights that I had missed, Tsk! Made the brew, and got on with the urgent job of updating yesterday’s blog. I did not want to be late for the bus later.

I pressed on with much needed to do computerisationalistical work. I’d not been at it for long when the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

2Tue01WD 200.0.0 The pins (legs) didn’t look at all right, to me. They had swapped fluid retention from the left to the right one, the skin was even more salid and pale than ever! Hang on, salid? Is that the word I meant? When I got back to the computer, I looked it up: Nope, wrong word, but I can’t remember what it was I meant to type? Ah, well, back to the wet room!

The evacuation was extremely long (literally), and a time-consuming exercise. But not painful and no ensanguining. The WC system coped with the flushing, but the water rose a good bit while doing so! Afterwards, I took the photo and diligently cleaned the bowl. Then washed the dandies. And the cistern tank was still filling up with water? A problem here, methinks!

2Tue05WD 200.0.0 I had another search for yesterday’s missing fodder picture, and blow-me-down, there it was, where it should have been earlier, in the picture folder? Baked beans, cold beef pastie (Someone forgot to put the oven on!), super tomato sliced Dutch tomatoes, and some Asda (Walmart), bacon flavoured fries. Highly delectable! – Apart from the cold pie! Tsk!

2Tue02WD 200.0.0 Then, to add to the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! I found this photo on the left, of the hallway. Why I took it, leaves me bewildered! I cannot recall or imagine any reason for shooting it at all!

Finally, I got the post finished and sent off, and had to rush to get the ablutions done; to give myself time to get to the bus stop in time for the 40 bus! Into the wet room, and remembered not to use the shower this early.

WD 200.0.0 The dropsies were far fewer than yesterday but were still too many for my liking. Razors, toothbrush, flannel a few times, and the sock-glide, but it missed my toes, feet, and legs today. Hehehe! I got the medicationalisationing sorted and sprayed the anti-smell stuff over me.

WD 200.0.0 As I was dressing, Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit. A nasty one. Not as bad as last night’s, and I didn’t fall-over. But it was severe enough for me to consider not going out to the Physio session. I pondered on what to do. My aboulomania was tested to the full. After a while struggling with the sock-glide daily contest and losing again – I decided I would go, not wanting to let them down after they were kind enough to invite me in the first place. I must remember that there is no meeting next week, the staff are on holiday. And later on, I must phone the surgery (If I can get through!) to ask for an appointment to see Dr Vindla and tell her of these dizzies and tumbles I’m suddenly started having with unwelcome regularity.

I got the black bags taken to the waste chute on the way out.

As I got in the lift, a chap from the 2nd floor, I’d not seen him before, decent enough pleasant sort of chap – had done an Inchcock Whoopsiedangleplop! He’d forgot to take something, and wanted to go back up after he’d got down to the ground floor. He must have back in the elevator, as I pressed for it, and it took him up to the 12th. We went down to the 2nd, and I said I’d send it back up for him. I hadn’t noticed that the other lift was Out-of-Action. So comforting to know someone else has bad-luck and owns a memory like I do; of questionable reliability! Bless him!

I took the route into Winwood Court, going through the highly decorated, picturesque, appliqué, pleasing on the eye, handsomely adorned, artistically-presented, bedizened, 2Tue06festooned with furnishings, garnished, glitzed-up, ornamental, welcoming, resplendent, sumptuous, link passage corridor. A smidge of sarcasm there? Hehe! But only in fun, this common, bare approach is right up my street!

2Tue07I poddled along to the Winwood Court foyer, and let myself out onto Chestnut Way, and walked to the bus stop on Winchester Street.

I was feeling alright as I hobbled along, hoping 2Tue08that the second-hand, bought from the Charity Shop for £2 wristwatch, with its £10 replacement strap, and £10.99 new battery, was showing the right time. I feared a repeat of last Tuesday, of my missing the bus! I got to the bus stop and checked with the electronic timetable…

WD 200.0.0 What the heck had I done! I felt so sure that when I check the times of the 40 buses, it showed 0727hrs. Yet the sign told me it was due in 18 minutes! Or was I getting myself in a muddle again, had the falls and dizzies sent me dipsy? Haha! But I know I was so tired when I looked it up. Ah, well, a little wait won’t do me any harm. It was a bit nippy, but the sky told me it would soon warm up. The bus arrived, and I was the only passenger on it. I got seated in a side-saddle seat, as usual.

WD 200.0.0 When we got on Wells Road, we picked up at every stop. Suddenly there were about 45 other passengers. Most of them were school-kids, not the nicest of people. I had to move the three-wheeler to let one sit down, and the bus became cram-packed, with about a dozen or more folk standing, sometimes on me! Humph! When the bus arrived in town, I purposely got off last, to avoid being damaged by the stampeding hoards getting off! Haha!

2Tue09WD 200.0.0 I made my way to the Slab Square, avoiding the many Pavement Cyclists around this morning.

I poddled over the square and to the Poundland Shop.  Where I bought unneeded, unwanted, far too many other purchases. What a schlemiel!2Tue10 I got: A long-dated medium pork Farms pork pie, drain unblocker, nibbles, for the hand-out bag, Cheeslets, Golf biscuits, and cheddars. A packet of twelve individual mini-biscuit packs, for the tea-break at the physio session. Dettol antiseptic disinfectant, and two ready-made BLT sarnies for my nosh later. The sweet lady who helped me as she did the Tuesday before, came over and put the things through for me. And she mentioned my looking very white! Bless her for her help.

2Tue10aThen hobbled, with the bags all too filled, to the Victoria Centre Shopping Centre (Mall),  and called in Tesco, to buy, a packet of the Puff Pastry fingers, a box of Vienna fingers for Josie, and for myself, a bag of the addictive and oh, so flavourful seaweed crispies. I had a ponder about the shelves but found nothing that appealed to me.

WD 200.0.0 I got to the checkout and bought another big bag, so I could spread the weight of the things bought, on the trolley handles. I paid the lady, moved away from the customers behind and started to reorganise the trolley bag and carrier. I just toppled backwards, without cause or reason? And by good fortune, my back hit the next checkout, which stung a bit, and I avoided going over. For a few moments, I thought I was having another stroke! A kind lady came to me, and told me how ashen I looked, and asked if I was alright. She insisted I take a seat on the bench for a few minutes. I did feel a bit groggy and vague, but much better within minutes. The lady, who had been keeping her eye on me, approached to make sure it was safe for me to walk, and asked if I wanted an ambulance calling. I thanked her profusely, and assured her I felt much better now, which I did!

WD 200.0.0 But the incident did worry me a bit.

  • That falling on the floor unexpectedly and not being able to get back up – saved by the visit of the Nottingham City Homes girls.
  • Then last night, I was taking off the trews to get myself settled down, and as I bent forward to place them on the rack… just at that moment, Dizzy Dennis visited, and I toppled over. Falling against the Ottoman and the chair. How I got my hands out in front of me in time to avoid further injury and damage, amazed me afterwards.
  • The sharp increase over the last few days, of my dropping things?
  • Earlier this morning: As I was dressing, Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit. A nasty one. Not as bad as last night’s, and I didn’t go over. But it was severe enough for me to consider not going out to the Physio session. Now, I realise I shouldn’t have gone. Tsk!
  • The utter confusion with the bus time table?
  • The Poundland lady and Tesco customer worried about me.
  • Then the Tesco nasty turn, for I don’t know what caused it, I keep putting them down as dizzies, but like this one, as others like last light, they happened instantly?
  • Later in the day, the Chaucer Street dizzy spell was not good!

I wanted to try and get the graphics done tomorrow, but it might be best if I call at the Doctors, and try to get an urgent appointment? My EQ is speaking to me, and it’s not good!

2Tue11Then, out into the daylight and cold sunshine. A lot more Nottinghamians and folks of just about every nationality there is were about now. The vast majority were students. The street sleepers, shoplifters and muggers were few in number, it’s still a little early for them to be up and about.

WD 200.0.0 I got to Goldsmith Street, and as I turned left onto Chaucer Street, I had a close as I ever have had without being hit, entanglement with two Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists. But said nothing to them, and I had a visit from Dizzy Dennis again! I leant on the church wall to look casual to passers-by, while I regained my equilibrium. But it was not so bad, and after only five minutes or so, I went to the entrance and joined what turned out to be, very few other Stroke victims.

WD 200.0.0 The 16 or so folks from last week, were now only 12, and that included a new lady! But things were not right with me. Both Jennifer and Lucy, when talking to me, were not getting through to me, they indicated. But I was determined to do the exercises and had the nous not to over-commit myself. I did the first round of them. I must have looked poorly because they let me do them sat down! Which made the knee and the piles worse! Tsk! The next round, was much harder to do, and I soon felt myself being drained of energy, and the pain in the knees was a right handicap.

WD 200.0.0 The relaxation tape session was perhaps the worst thing for me. We had to do whatever the voice said, as some peaceful music played in the background. But I couldn’t hear what was being said. So I kept opening an eye to see what the others were doing. Hehe!

WD 200.0.0 Before the next round of workouts, both trainers came and had a look at my knee and leg. When the movements began, the leg started one of its Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances. And they both came and pressed down hard to stop the legs activities; unfortunately for me, they put their combined weight on the knee, to stop it! Oh, the agony!

The break time came around, and a young lady from Western Energy gave us a talk, on signing up for their service. She gave us all a planned, well-rehearsed sales-pitch, but still, she needed to refer to her notes while selling the service. If we signed up today, a free goodie-bag was ours! I can’t remember it all, but a wind-up torch and other stuff were in the freebie-pouch. If we signed today or later,  we would get information about power-cuts as a priority. A free electricity swap supplier value scan. I did not want to get involved in what was obviously a sales pitch. But a few of the gang signed up straight away.

WD 200.0.0 Unfortunately, I fell asleep during the ladies talk. Oh, dearie me! She said; “Am I boring you?” I replied, “Obviously!” I got a look from Jennifer, that should really have struck me dead, instantly!

All the sitting had made the RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knee worse, and my concentration was nil! I decided rather bravely, to leave early. The Stroke ladies didn’t seem to happy about this, but I just had to go, I could really not face any more banal exercises. I explained, and said my farewells to the others, only to be ignored. Purposely, in time for me to walk to Queen Street, in time for catching the L9 bus.

2Tue13WD 200.0.0 A cuttingly worded “If you are really that bad, go and see your Doctor!” from Jennifer, ensured it was a miserable, downbeat, in pain both physical and now mentally Inchcock that departed. It didn’t help my spirits when a pavement cyclist came out of an alley and nearly hit into me. But at least he got onto the tram track road straight away afterwards.

2Tue14 I arrived at the bus stop, with eight minutes to spare.

A lady, at the stop, I knew by sight, who, I think lived on Morris Road, had a laugh and natter with me.

She’ll never know how much that cheered me up!

2Tue15Back at the flats, I got off last, as is the norm, and made my ay to the Winwood Court entrance. I walked through the linking-corridor and into the Woodthorpe Court elevator lobby.

The same lift was still out of service. Not that it mattered, I didn’t see a soul indoors on the way home from the bus stop.

2Tue16I got in the flat, to the tune of drilling, banging and humming from above. I assumed that the workers were busy doing the Fire Alarm Sprinkler installation work.

I took a picture from the light & view-blocking new kitchen window, of Chestnut Way, below.

Called in the wet room, and paid my second visit of the day, to the Porcelain Throne. Good Heavens! Where is it all coming from? I was really pleased when the plumbing coped with the enormity of things! Phew!

2Tue17It was lovely and warm in the flat. I stripped off, all bar the PPs, and got the handwashing done and hung. Put the buys away. Made a brew, got the medications and got on the computer to update this diary.

WD 200.0.0 Believe it not, but to get up to here, it took me six-and-a-half hours! Yep, it is already two hours beyond my usual head-down time! And I’ve only just noticed. (I got a bit over-involved? Haha!) But with all the hassle needing careful wording, and all the photos, it was bound to take me a while to get done. Gonna be another late night, for the old-timer!

I got the nosh started. Mashed the potato in with Leicester red cheese, butter, salt and balsamic vinegar, and got it into the oven. The rest of the meal was easy-peasy! BLT read-made sarnies, and lots of slicer-sliced extra tomatoes!

I checked on the handwashing, and moved it around a bit, so it got dried quicker, I hope.

WD 200.0.0 I got the mixed cheesy spud ready to go in the oven… This would be the oven than I forgot to put on to warm up! It’s highly possible that the Purpose of My Life is Only to Serve as a Warning to Others!

2Tue21So I did a couple of Thoughts graphics. Then got the pots in the oven. Tsk!

* Oh, the ‘Riddle for Today’ answer: A Candle.

The fodder was okay. I’ve had worse, and I’ve done better. But being so terribly late in the day for me, my tiredness affected my appreciation, I think. A 7/10 rating.

The evening sky looked grand, and although it does not show on the distance shot, I zoomed in to get the plane trail pictured! I might use both photos as ‘Thoughts of the Day’ backgrounds later.

2Tue20

5Fri01As worn-out as I was, and the late hour, a silly stubborn streak made me get the handwashing done, including the oven-mitts. They should be dried by mid-Novemberish. Hehehe!

It’s been a worrying day for this old codger. I really must get to the Doctors tomorrow, to book an appointment about the scary increase in the tumbling and dizzies department. I’ll see the chemist as well, to get the Flu jab sorted.

After many false starts and waking up again, I eventually achieved the bliss of getting to sleep!

Inchcock Today – Monday 16th September 2019: It was going so well, then a Super Accifauxpa ruined it. Ah, well!

2019 Sept 16

2019 Sept 16

Monday 16th September 2019

Greek: Δευτέρα 16 Σεπτεμβρίου 2019

1Mon02

02:45hrs: As has been the regulation activity on waking for a few days now; I woke in need of a wee-wee. Dismounted the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 To the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), and what a pathetic lamentable session it was, of the WPTU (Weak-Pathetic-Trickling-Unwilling) style. Hardly worth the effort really!

WDPright1Mon05WD 0.0.150 As I was wiping and shaking, It felt like to me, that blood should have been flowing from a lesion on the left shin? I took a proper look. What a state the pins were in! They had regained the fluid storage, gone all knobbly, more blood papsules had appeared. The worst thing about this was the left leg had joined in getting the blobs and odd lumps and 1Mon03marks, now! Although I could not get them to show clearly in the photos, two new craters had appeared, near the new, what look like, but are not scratch marks?

Amazing how quickly things can change! If, as now looks likely, the peripheral neuralgia is going to affect the left side as well as the right, I could find myself in a right pickle, in a naufrageous way. It’s true, I do suffer from abulia and ambivalence nowadays, but that very fact proves the absence of any ability, to improve things. Doesn’t it?

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 Then, I realised I had slept with the bamboo socks on! I am not supposed to do this. I wonder if doing this, may have caused the problems? The left leg, is now positively stinging in the area around the depressed pothole flesh?

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 As I painfully removed the socks, to get them hand-washed… Blood appeared on the back of my hand? Oh, bother! It was Little Inchies Fungal Lesion that was bleeding! No pain with it, mind. (Not doing very well these last few days, am I? Humph!)

I got some Inchy-cleaning done and applied some over-the-counter hydrocortisone cream. I am out of the prescription Dexamethasone anti-fungal cream, so do not expect startling, or even a successful outcome. I must get a prescription for some more. While doing this, the summoning from the innards arrived – at last! Hardly any effort needed, no pain either. But it was another monster-sized evacuation. I just hope I can avoid any blockages in the pipeworks.

Thank Heavens for the PP’s! Oh, yes!

Washed the dandies and wiped the contact areas with antiseptic disinfectant, and returned to the kitchen, and got the socks washed, rung-out and onto the airer. Kettle on, took the medications, I was unsure about taking the water tablet, the Furosemide? I decided against it, despite the knobbly, warped, pot-marked legs returning. Made a brew, and got on the computer to get the finishing off of the Sunday blog done.

With a weary determination, I pressed on. Eventually getting the post finished and sent off to WordPress. Then I had to make up a template for today’s blog, using CorelDraw and WordPress to achieve it. But, I proudly got it done and made a start on this page.

WDPright1Mon16WD 0.0.150 08:00hrs: Ablutioning time. I stripped off ready to do the teggies and shaving; and what a sight the stomach was as well as the legs! Blood papsules, lesions, spots and an erupting ulcer I think, at the top of the heart operation scar! The dropsies during the session were too frequent, and many to count! The soap in the shower being ahead count-wise, I feel sure. But included the toothbrush, toothpaste, mouth-wash bottle, razors, bleach bottle, ear wax bottle, flannel, towel, spectacles, Haemorrhoid cream tube, and a bag of PPs! (Probably more!) I joke not!

1Mon06Incidentally, I made this photo into a Vignette style, to try and hide the embarrassing ‘Man Boobs’ that were hanging down, and the voluminous size of the gut. True!

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 Oh, alright then, here’s the original! Tsk! Not exactly pretty is it? I suppose it goes to prove my allotriophagy and tendency to gormandise? Guilty! With mitigating circumstances, which will be lied further about, no doubt, in future chronicles, later! Hehe!

I sprayed the feet, socks and shoes, dressed, and took the black bags to the chute on the way out, and a big bag for recycling to the Caretakers door on the way out of the lobby. Where I met Penny on her way out to the bin. She deposited a very large empty bottle of strong spirits, (Only joking!) and nipped back in through the caretaker’s handleless door, shutting it behind her, so I had to walk the winding route on the frontage, to get to Winwood Court. Hahaha!

1Mon09a

I entered through the lobby, and called into the Obersturmbannführer Wardens cross-examination, interrogation room, and handed out some nibbles. Dean and Julie looked rather busy, so I departed and walked through the large Winwood Court social area. Near the open kitchen, I decided it would be a good idea, to nip out the rear door, to take photos of an area I usually cannot access. I got out using the green release button, this one opened automatically after I pressed it, not like the Woodthorpe Court one, it didn’t need opening manually.

It was drizzling lightly, and I took a shot along towards their seating alfresco area and my beloved Woodthorpe Court.

WDPright WD 0.0.150 Then realised that the swipe button to get back inside, hanging loose, the rain had gotten into the box, and it wasn’t lit up or working! Ah, well! As luck would have it, I found another door further along near Winchester Court, that was working, and got in through there! Out, and to the bus stop. Penny and a couple of others were there. The queue soon grew. I had a great laugh, joke and gossip while we waited for the L9’s to arrive.

My intention originally was to go to the Arboretum, to feed the ducks and birds. But seeing how the wheels on the trolley were already getting leaves, seeds and various other bits of muck on them, I decided to go to the Disabled shop instead, and have a look to see if they had any three-wheeled guides for sale, with a larger bag then mine. On the short trip down into Sherwood, Angie, Roy, Shirley and others shared a giggle or two.

I alighted with many others and called into the Post Office supermarket. The owner was true to his word and had got some more of the puff pastry fingers in stock again. I bought two packets and a roll of biscuits.

1Mon10I came out and had a walk up and over the hill on Mansfield Road, and down to towards the disabled shop.

On my way, the brain wanted to give me one of its ‘Worry, fret, fear, panic, attacks’. But I fought off this one. I wish I could do the same with all of them. But I don’t know how I did it this time. I would not let the hideous thoughts affect me at all! Within minutes, I was hobbling on, unconcerned and certainly not worrying about anything, Amazing!

1Mon11 I arrived at the store and went in to have a look around at the trolleys on show.

None of them appealed to me or had any larger carrying capacity than the one I have already.  Pity!

The chap came to me and told me no suppliers do one with a bigger bag on them. Ah, well! It 1Mon12can’t be helped!

As I was walking back up Mansfield Road into Sherwood, a Pavement Cyclist, came at me head-on, and I had to move to avoid the arrogant, ignorant, nasty, scumbag from banging into me. I turned to take this photo of the sleazeball, stinkard, rat-bag, shitty varmint!

1Mon13I walked over the brow and down to pass the bus stop. Angela and Roy were sat outside a cafe, and we had a few words. They were off to the Lidl store in Carrington.

I went to the Wilko shop. Where they had the £3 Ylang Flavour Boost chrystals on sale at three for £5! I hope they are not clearing them, to stop selling in future! I bought three of them, a Ylang fabric conditioner, and some waste bags.

1Mon14Up to the bus stop. When the bus arrived, there was the only person on it apart from myself. A new tenant, who is not the greatest conversationalist I’ve ever known.

When the bus arrived, the driver parked behind the first bus. He put down the board to let me off safely, and let the other passengers on the bus with ease, thank you, Sir!

1Mon14aAs I went into Winwood Court, via the lobby door, there were three people waiting to get the bus. I bravely told them I am not allowed to let anyone in who I don’t recognise. They produced Nottingham City Home I.D. So I let them in. But, just to keep an eye on them, I took a picture of one of the toy dogs that are scattered around in Winwood Court, while maintaining a bead on them. But they seemed genuine enough.

I didn’t see a soul as I walked through the linking passage until I got to the end door. The caretaker was coming my way and held open the swipe-door for me. I thanked him, and we had a few words and a laugh shared.

1Mon15Still, no one it sight I got up to the flat and emptied the trolley and carrier bag out. Then got the things put away and pondered on what to have for my nosh, later.

No equivocating this time. After a few moments, I decided on beef pasty, curried baked beans and a few chips! I surprised even myself at my quick mind-making-up! Haha!

1Mon17I got the computer on, and ready to start to update this blog. After all, there may not be much time in the morning, with the crippling, over-enthusiastic, impassioned, body-wrecking, After-Stroke physio session to attend! Then I made another decision. Oh Yes! I got the £2.30 bus fare put ready in the jacket pocket I’ll wear, and wrote a note, to leave on the TV screen. This being due to my missing the flipping bus last week, cause it came two minutes early! So, ‘Be prepared’ is the motto for this week!

I’ve just realised something – No, wee-weeing again yet?

I started, at last, doing the updating. Much tap-tapping with the occasional thud from above for the first two hours of the job.

Eventually, the weariness overtook me. I got the nosh sorted. Another of the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination; the photograph I took of the nosh has disappeared from the SD card? I ate the fodder, beans, chips & tomatoes. Flavour-rating 6/10.

Thought I’d better get the handwashing done, with having to go out early in the morning for the physio session, I’ll not have much time.

I got the washing up of the pots done. I used the Fairy washing up liquid, and tons of tiny bubbles flew around. I got the camera and tried to photograph them. I think I caught a total of one bubble! Haha!

1Mon20

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 and an WD 0.0.150 A I was taking of the trews to get myself settled down, and as I bent forward to place them on the rack… just at  that moment, Dizzy Dennis visited, and I toppled over. Falling against the Ottoman and the chair. How I got my hands out in front of me to avoid further injury and damage, I don’t know. But I recall an odd moment of smugness, as I thought; “Cricky, you did well there, son!” to myself.

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 Then the neuropathy ridden right hand and arm, started to do a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and of course, my arms, that were protecting my privates, chest, face etc. from landing fully on the Ottoman, collapsed! I fell on the Ottoman corner, chair and floor, all cleverly at the same time. I really was in  nervous state, again thinking of pressing the wristlet alarm, as I was struggling to get back upright, and was not sure if I’d done myself any serious harm or not. I eventually managed to get myself back up, and disintangled of the crushed Ottoman and lid, electricty plugs and wires. But I have to say, it shook me up a bit.

I felt a bit giddy still, so stood with the stick for a few moments, and thought things through. The dizziness lingered, and I moved very carefully to get the camers to check on any harm done to the legs.

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 1Mon21The pins were not a pretty sight! Hehe! A few new bruises coming through on both legs, above the knee where I landed hitting the Ottoman and electricity socket array.

I hoped that they would not stiffen or become too painful for me to get to the After -Stroke Physio Torture Session in the morning.

I settled down and sleep came much easier tonight. I slept a straight five-hours. Bliss!

Inchcock Today – Sun 15 Sept 19: Sleep, deep peaceful sleep… Wot’s that then?

2019 Sept 15

2019 Sept 15

Sunday 15th September 2019

Italian: Domenica 15 Settembre 2019

KWaf07

03:10hrs: I stirred into a replica of real life, and the need for a wee-wee (As is usual recently), arrived. I escaped the clutches of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and regretlessly took, (I still haven’t got them back yet, four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and ridiculously, relentlessly rotting-away recliner.

WD 250.0.100 I Took the few dodgy steps to the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) and had a rather pathetic, weak, approximate quantity, no more than four-fluid-ounces of an INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee. The stomach was still feeling tight, with the odd escapage of wind, amidst the rumblings from within. It’s been about 42-hours since any Throne evacuations. Oh dear!

7Sun07I got a potato in the crock-pot for me later, one in the saucepan for Josie, and got some peas podded.

The potato in the saucepan was soon losing its skin, which was a good sign, so I lowered the heat on it to a minimum level the stove 7Sun10would let me.

WD 250.0.100 A lot of the peas still had the fur inside the pods, so I had to take care and avoid using them. So many peas shot off all over the place, I think I spent more time searching for them and retrieving the few that managed to find. Bit of a 7Sun01farce, the podding was this morning!

I took a picture through the open thick-framed, light and view-blocking kitchen window. That turned out to be one of my worst ever. I’ve no idea what I did wrong? Unknowingly the shaking hand, I assume, might have affected things? I moved the handwashing onto the airer, and had yet another INHBT mode wee-wee!

7Sun10aI spotted one of the escapee peas on the stove as I was leaving to get the computer on to do the updating, but where the other estimated eleven peas had gone… Well?

WD 250.0.100 I got my nose-to-the-grindstone and got on with the updating. With my late awakening, due to not being able to get to sleep last night, and the Peripheral Neuropathy affected fingers losing some degree of sensitivity when they contacted anything hard, making typing such an ever-mistake making process. It took me a good few hours to get the task completed! Luckily, the Axonotmesis affected leg, did not do any of its imitations of the Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dancing! Although the shoulder did go into its ‘Jij-jig’ routine a few times.

By the time I’d got it all finished and posted off, I felt like it ought to be time to get my head down. Humph! I went to make a brew, before starting on creating the graphics for today’s blog.

7Sun11It was getting lighter out. But, the moon was still showing occasionally through the clouds.

I got the drink and began on CorelDrawing.

I had nearly got them graphic almost all done; the top Brexit Humour, the thought of the day and the Days dedicated to picture, and I realised that I had not started any prep work for Josie’s cheesy potato meal. I got on with getting the large potato from the saucepan, and into the mixing bowl. Cut it up into small pieces and removed the larger pieces of skin. Added the shredded Leicester cheese to the spuds. Then some butter, onion salt and malt vinegar. I must have spent about half-an-hour mashing it all up together. The hands didn’t play up much, I’m glad to say. Got shaped and into the oven. Back to the computer to make a start on this post.

Sister Jane rang, and we had a natter that I enjoyed. I thought about asking for my valuables back. But the only time I mentioned it before, Pete said they were too heavy to carry. Presumably, they were the same weight when he took them? Haha! He is a rascal!

I stopped computing and got the plate laid out, ready for the presentation display for Josie to enjoy. I got the beetroot, gherkins and sliced part of the Italian-Bull tomato in the slicer, and them onto her plate with the cutlery wrapped in a kitchen towel. I bet she wakes me again by returning them late? Still, she does it every Sunday, so I’ll just have t put up with it Hehehe! 

I got the cheesy potatoes out of the oven, all nicely crispified now. Added the fresh pod peas and some mousse to the plate and tray then got it on the wheeled server and was delivered to Josie’s door, ringing the bells at 11:58hrs, The potatoes were still hot. I’m never far off of the 12:00hrs target-time.  She was a good time in answering. When she arrived, she said she was on the phone. She liked the look of the nosh, though. And that cheered me up. I wished her happy nibbling and returned to the flat.

7Sun19I got the black bags sorted, and took them with me to the chute, on my way to the Winwood Court rooftop to have a nosey around and take some pictures.

I poddled along the link-passage corridor, to the Winwood Court elevator. I didn’t see a living soul on the way. I got up to the beautiful, warm, cosy, well set-up leisure lounge they have. No one was in there. So I had a mini-hobble about with the three-wheeler guide and took a few photographicalisations.

7Sun15I spent about twenty-minutes pottering about. I’d hoped someone would arrive, for me to have a natter too. But no! The felt on the roof was still leaking

I popped into the big lounge downstairs. Again, there was no one free for a gossip!

As I started to walk back through the link-passage, four blokes came in the foyer, and went to the new laundry room? On a Sunday? They were not wearing overalls! Mmm? They looked responsible types. But so did Lord Lucan!

7Sun21I made my way to the Woodthorpe end on the passage. And turned round to see if I could see the suspicious ganglet of men, but I couldn’t. Incertitude swelled up inside of me.

I wished I’d taken a photo of them now!

I got back up to the apartment and got back on the computer.

It was nearly 15:00hrs, and I would have liked to have got stripped off, and get the handwashing done, and then my head down. But Josie has not returned the things yet. She may or may not return them today, but it is usually late, for me, when she does. It doesn’t matter, but I dare not go to sleep to be woken up in the nude again.

So, I had to force myself to do some more graphics and templates, even though I wasn’t up to at this time of day for me. Oh, I am awkward!

WD 250.0.100 But the weary tiredness, and as I got more so, the hands started playing up, and I even had a mini Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance from the right leg! 

7Sun22I gave up. Graphics still not even started, let alone done!

I got my meal sorted out. The tomato-slicer was not quite big enough to cut the last chunk of the Bull Tomato, so I… ‘Carefully’ used the steak knife, to slice it. It looked very odd inside, with 7Sun34bvery little juice. But the flavour was spot on!

The beetroots, so-called, Baxter’s Baby Beetroots, were extremely large and so hard! But, all the rest was fine and tasty. Enough to give it a Flavour-Rating of 7.9/10.

18:00hrs: I was just finishing it off, and the door-chimes rang-out! Josie was returning the things from her nosh. She said she’d enjoyed it, and gave me a chocolate eclair. Bless her! At least with my staying up late, for once I wasn’t woken up. Haha!

I got the pots washed, and settled down in the £300, c1968 rickety-recliner, the one broken by Brother-inLaw Pete when he was burgling the flat when I was in the Stroke ward in the hospital.

All I wanted was some sleep. It took such a long time coming again! “Sleep, sweet Morpheus, sleep…”