Inchcock Today – Saturday 22nd June 2019: Whopsiedangleplopitis today!

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2019 June 22

Saturday 22nd June 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 22 Mehefin 2019

02:35hrs. I wok5Fri24e with a determination, rekindled, reignited, rejuvenated, to stop my ever-increasing weight the last few days! Perhaps I’d been dreaming about it, but I cannot recall for sure. I was confident that the oleogustusness of the body had shot up, (not surprising eating meal such as last nights veritable feast – photo right), as I freed the torso from the £300, c1968, ancient, grotty beige coloured rickety recliner. So sure, that I decided to weigh myself, expecting the worse.

As I was using the stick to gain my balance and get up, it became evident that the need for a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne meant a diversion to the wet room. The damaged toe was far less bother and painful this morning, but I still tried to take care not to have toe-stubbings anymore than I could! No dancing leg, shoulder or arm, cheered me up a tad. But the hand was playing up a bit. Which did cause me some worry. As I got myself gently settled onto the Porcelain Throne. (Naturally, Hehe!) The evacuation went well, only the slightest spot of bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, and things were far less messy.

WD 0.0.255c Then a wash and off to the spare (junk) room to weigh my enormously elephantine wobbly body. The mystery of the disappearing scales confused me for a while. After faffling around searching, moving the three and the four-wheeled trolleys, stacks of boxes of Protection Pants, knocking over one of the metal hanger racks, and picking up the togs and replacing them, I found the scales. They were nestled in a corner, under a pile of clothes to take to the Charity Shop? I dug them out and adjusted the setting, so they were correct, and cautiously stood on them… Well, it was not a bad as I thought it would be,  but still up on the last weighing. Although lower than before the stroke, at 14st-9lb. So, the stone I’d lost had gone down to about 9-10lb, I think. So, today onwards, I must try to eat a little less, every bit uneaten must be to my advantage? Semi-Guilty-Mode adopted.

Back to the wet room, for another wee-wee, and what a wee-wee this one was! I didn’t time it, but it must have been close to a record time-wise. But it was only trickling out 6Sat01again, and stinging a bit as it did so. A new classification for this one, a DTPLWW (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wee) Humph!

WD 0.0.255c I took a picture of the poor old stubbed-toe, not an excellent one, mind, the fingers and hands untimely started jumping and the electric-shock-like dancing at that time. Tsk! 

Then, I noticed a concern that 6Sat09bothered me a smidge. It looked like the ankle ulcer was coming back. Well, it looked like it to me, I could see the colouring coming on like it did last and the first time. I could feel the same tingling sensation from it as before, just before the growth bursting out?

Fingers-crossed that I am wrong. Mind you, if I recall it rightly, that time, it took me two weeks to get to see the Doctor, who got nurse Ann to bandage it, telling me not to go back, but replace the cream and bandage myself. Made an appointment at some Health Centre, the first one that can see me and is free will be used. Four weeks later, I got a letter appointment to go to the Mary Potter Health Centre, the date was in another fortnight. So, after the leg ulcer appeared, they had like a shot, got me an appointment within two months! Hahaha! Not funny, really, is it? The ulcer had all but cleared up by the time I got there (Which was a struggle, with the clinic not having a bus service that goes near it, Huh!). Then they diagnosed the Axonotmesis and Peripheral Neurosis nerve damage, told me there was nothing they could do about it, and eventually, I will lose the use of the leg and possibly the arm and hand as well. There is no diacatholicon. I remember thanking them! I got myself side-tracked and waffled on a bit there, Sorry!

6Sat10Got the health-checks done and medications taken.

The readings looked much betterer this jolly sunshine-coming-out morning. With, Sys 120, Dia 64, Pulse 74 and Temperature at 34.9°c: Decent looking figures for once?

A bit of a red sky showing. ‘Red sky in the 6Sat06morning, Shepherds Warning’ – I checked on the weather for today on Google. Possible thunderstorms around 16:00 hrs! But not much rain until the early hours of tomorrow morning.

I got on with updating the Friday Inchcock Today. Not too hard a job, the dancing and jumping from the hands, fingers, arm and shoulder was not too bad at the moment. And with so few photographs to publish, I got it done and sent off in almost a record time.

WD 0.0.255c I had to go for a wee-wee, I was using the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket) by now. They were all of the new DTPLWW (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wee) variety, this one had a tiny bit of blood in it. I may have caught ‘something’ against the top edge, though. 

I hand-washed the t-shirt and, left them soaking for a while.

I went to make a brew, and about to take a few shots out through the unwanted, dangerous, hard-to-reach and clean kitchen windows, the ones with the thick plastic light & view-blocking frames, and changed my mind. I went out on the balcony to take a few shots of the Sunday morning views without a single tellurian in sight.

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WD 0.0.255c I closed the windows without an injury. It was when I was gathering the walking stick to come back into the flat, that it dawned on me, that I had taken these photographicalisations… with no clothes on underneath the open dressing gown! Coy-embarrassment Mode Engaged! Thank heavens there were no people around! Phew and faugh! I just pray there were no photographers out there, laughing!

WD 0.0.255c I made up a template and got on with today’s creation. The fingers were now getting worse. They were so bad that I tried the ‘Talking to them’, as proposed by Sonia and Caroline. Amazingly it seemed to work, or perhaps they were ready to ease off? No telling, really. But they soon started again, and I swore at them… then again, I usually do this on bad sessions, Humph!

WD 0.0.255c I needed another wee-wee, and the bucket was so full, I decided to take it for emptying and being disinfected. And, damn-well stubbed my toe en route to the wet room! Argh and Asdfghjkl!

This led to a real shocker of a discovery! A fear-indu6Sat08cing moment! Oh, Gawd-blimey, yes!

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Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles!

As I passed the corner stand, I noticed how dusty that my Auntie Kath’s old Snoopy-type ‘Porcelain Peter’ ornament dog had gotten.

I immediately collected him to clean and took him into the kitchen, placing him in the bowl and filling it with hot soapy water

The will-power sank – they are back, I lamented to myself, adding some naughty words in frustration!

After the initial shock, I found that only one of the weevils was alive?

They all came from inside the pottery. I returned to investigate around the corner shelf stand. But could see no more of the cursed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles EIBWBBBs. I’m all confused now! They felt fresh, not dried out, but all but one that came out in the water were dead?

I can’t remember what time of year they started to wake up in 2018. I pray that they do not start over with their invasion again. Oh, Dangwangles! I checked to see that I had plenty of the bug-killer spray in stock, which thankfully, I had! Mind you, the side-effects of that spray might have helped give me the stroke? I’m even more confused now!

WD 0.0.255c I made another brew, and the ear-holes were itching, and I decided to put some olive oil in them. I was scratching a little, and the blighted fingers started to jump and dance about, and I cut the ear lip with the fingernail! Is it worth carrying on? Hehehe!

I cleaned up and got back to the computer with the mug of tea, and started this blog writing. Eventually getting up to here.

Then I went on the WordPress Reader. Only 08:00hrs now, not having to do Josie’s cheesy potato meal has saved me some hours today, but of course it will cost me some tomorrow. But I was disappointed in the lateness of being adviced of the change of day, but the gal didn’t know her family were going to invite her on the trip to some grand mansion. (blown if I can remember the name of it now. I’m not surprised, though! Haha!

I went to replace the mug of tea that I’d let go cold.

WD 0.0.255c I’d left the damned hot water tap (faucet) running. It had, of course, gone cold. So now, I had eight hours to go before any hot water was available. A showerless stinking day! I pondered over what I could cook for the meal, that would not need a lot of cleaning. I decided that some battered sausages could be oven baked in a foil dish and some baked beans in a saucepan that could be left in soak afterwards, in a kettle of boiled water. So I set about opening (ring-pull) a can of beans… I dropped the ring-pull, bent down leaning on the stick and side of the sink to pick it up… and the flaming arm and shoulders went into one of their dance routines. Which meant I spilt the beans on the floor!

WD 0.0.255c It gets better: I got down to clean up the mess, and struggling up, in what I thought was a careful manner, I clouted the back of my head on the shelf edge!

Good God, it’s not 10:00hrs yet, and I am already a physical and nervous wreck! Lost the scales! Then been talking to my fingers, hand, arm and shoulder! Stubbed my poor toe again! Having a new variety of DTPLWWs (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wees) to contend with. Discovered another leg ulcer coming up! Suffered the Peripheral Neurosis inspired results of dancing fingers, hand, arm, leg and shoulder! I’ve done involuntary flashing while photographicalisationing from the balcony! Cut my ear hole! Discovered invading cursed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles. Spilt half a can of baked beans on the floor! Clouted my head on the kitchen drainer!  Ran the hot water away! And, there is still so long left for more cockups and disasters!

WD 0.0.255c And now, Horrible Herbert above has started his knocking and banging about!

And what help does one get? “You must be more careful!” Phwert! The Axonotmesis and Peripheral Neurosis dancing right-limbs at any time, the Stroke-induced loss of balance going. The untreated for months toes and feet don’t exactly help.

And Horrible Herbert above is still knocking and banging about! But this is acceptable, the Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Catwalk Model, Angela Gould says so! Which it is, of course, it’s just me getting ratty and sorry for myself over my ill-fortune today – Naughty Inchcock!

Sorry about that verbal outburst. But, things ain’t good at the moment, and there are no signs of any immediate improvement.

I made another replacement brew for another one that I let go cold. Then went on the TFZer site Facebooking. I stopped briefly to get the potatoes in the oven cooking and returned to the Facebooking for another two hours or so, then back to cheese-up the potatoes and put them back in the oven to brown off the tops.

6Sat13Some sorting of paperwork, then got the nosh served up.

I had to boil some water to leave the soaking utensils in a soak in the sink.

WD 0.0.255c I had one helluva Dizzy Dennis spell, just as got the fodder arranged on in the deep dish. Thankfully, only a short one. It’s a good job I had the stick with 6Sat14me at the time.

The meal was as disappointing a one as I’ve ever made. Shame! The sausages were tasteless and fatty, the beans were overcooked and just as insipid and unappetising as the rest of the meal. I even made a mess of the cheesy potatoes! They were poorly mixed and lumpy! Shame-Mode-Engaged! Flavour rating was given, of only 4/10! Most of it was thrown away, and naughty nibbles were eaten as a substitute!

The clearing up and cleaning afterwards was fine, for the hot water had come back on, which helped de-miserablise the situation somewhat!

I had hoped to watch the two ladies football matches. The Germany v Nigeria, then the Netherlands v Australia. The first match was a cracker. The Australia (who I wanted to win) v Netherlands match, was on too late for me to stay awake!

When I got to sleep, dreams made it a restless night. Hey-Ho!

Inchcock Today – Wed 12 June 2019: Bestest trip to town in ages!

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2019 June 11

Wednesday 12th June 2019

Croatian: Srijeda 12. Lipnja 2019

02:35hrs. Woke, remembering the Stroke Aid visitors Caroline and Sophia, Morrison’s delivery to arrive twixt 06:30>07:30hrs, and the Blood Taking Nurse all to sort out this morning. Freed my bulbous-body from the £300 second-hand, c1968, grotty-beige coloured, rickety recliner, then, off I went for a wee-wee. Taking care to avoid any more of the painful toe stubbing en route!

I must say the colouration was very bright this morning on the toe inspection picture. But I had to use a flat board to hold the camera steady, as the right hand, fingers, and arm were in a full electricity inspired dancing mood.

To the kitchen to do the health checks next3Wed01. The readings seemed excellent to me. At, Sia 122, Dia 64, pulse 83 and temperature 34.8°c.

Got the medications out to take later, and placed them near the computer, so I do not forget to take them. (I hope!)

I got the computer on, to get started and finish off the updating of the Tuesday blog.

3Wed03I noticed the Cancer Screening kit laying near the sock-glide as a reminder to me.

Maybe today, a Porcelain Throne Evacuation might come. I feel like one is on the way, so I’ll attend to taking the samples first thing when I get in the wet room.

Yesterday, there were none at all? Mmm!

WD51.51.0 deepOlive Working on the keyboard today was a nightmare. The flaming right side fingers, hand, and arm were pretty consistent with their electrified jumping and dancing about. Making doing the post update, a long, frustrating session. Nevermind! I did get it done eventually.

3Wed05Then caught up on the WordPress Reader, and TFZer Facebooking.

Time to get the ablutions tended to, I hope the shaking doesn’t cause problems with my taking the samples, that could be really embarrassing!

Took the photo on the right of the rain, from the balcony windows.

Back in a while, I’m off to the wet room, hopefully, for Sample-Taking and to get the ablutions done and sorted. Too early for a shower, though.

3Wed04WD51.51.0 deepOlive Well, what a comical fumble about! I was advised to ‘catch’ any evacuated material, in a disposable container, to take the two samples from it. Print my name (Already done) and date in the sleeve cover, seal it up, and ready the next lot for tomorrow’s sampling. Of course, everything was as solid as a rock, and despite my best efforts, nothing could be moved! Not even any wind escaped!

So, I gave up and got an extended stand-up scrubbing, shaved, teggies, and got ready to adorn my clothing.

WD-A 51.51.0 d olive I achieved using the sock-glide without any toe stubbing the hand/leg shakes. But I did take a little skin off of a finger knuckle on the metal and rubber holding grip. I’m not sure why I tried the glide with this small pair of socks made from Bamboo. I considered putting on the Ankle-Support, but the toe was stinging as it was, without the blood flow being cut. I battled my aboulia, hesitatingly, hummed and faffled about, should I, shouldn’t I, for ages. In the end, I decided to leave the decision making until later. Humph!

Back to the computer, and did some Coreldraw work, and edited this blog.

The intercom rang and flashed, it was the Morrison delivery. I got to the phone as quick as I could, for the toe seemed to be getting more painful. I buzzed him in and… The damned right hand burst into one of its involuntary Axonotmesis inspired shakes and twitching session, and I dropped the phone…

The coil wire allowed the phone to fall straight down, as the shaking hand made me drop the handset, and guess what?

3Wed05a1aWD-A 51.51.0 d olive It was just long enough for the receiver to reach far enough for it to land on, and clout my already suffering and unlucky poor stubbed toe!

I took a photo of the perilously bad-luck ridden for me, intercom phone, with the flex in its “Watch-Out-Inchcock – pain on the way” position. Tsk! Showing how well, nay, perfectly, that it was set-up, the optimum length of flex available for reaching, falling on, bashing, bruising further, and clouting any unsuspecting stubbed toes that might foolishly be joined to the end some fools foot, that is in the vicinity or using the intercom. Hahaha!

3Wed001A few words of a naughty variety were uttered underneath my breath. Like, ‘Oh fancy that!’ ‘Well, blow me down! and ‘Arghh!’ Hehe!

The Morrison chap arrived up at the flat and placed the bags in the hallway. I could not resist telling him of my Accifauxpas with the phone. He was not impressed, but he m3Wed06anaged a half-smile. I thanked him, and off he shot.

Once again, I had forgotten about returning the carrier bags that should have been recovered from the previous order delivered. Ah, well! Worse things happen at sea!

Yet, still, my IQ told me things would improve later?

3Wed08I put the purchases away. I had overdone it again, and, or, made more cock-ups doing the order in the first place.

I’d ordered six pots of Limoncello desert, the most significant bag of chips (Fries) available, a ready meal (that I thought about, but think I changed my mind but didn’t, Hehe!) amongst the many items bought that were not needed! I even got some more of the baked beans and vegetable sausages. I must stop getting back into this bad habit!

I was so pleased when Caroline arrived at the flat. All business to start with, a firm and determined: “Are we going out on the bus today, we must do! No messing about, after a little natter, the gal started to get the four-wheeled trolley out ready for me to rush things along. I was having trouble keeping up with things. And when it came to us going out, I was all confused whether I had left lights on, heaters, stove, faucets, etc.

We had an enjoyable gossip as we walked along Chestnut Way to the new bus stop. At the bus stop, there were many Winchester Court folk, but a scarcity of Woodthorpe ones? But a chat here an there was had. On the bus to town, talking was difficult, but Caroline and I managed some. It was decided while being monitored by Caroline, I’d go to the pound shop, for toothpaste, drain-cleaner, and Pork pies if they had any in. Then to the Victoria Market for a pair of trousers, and get the bus back so that Caroline was not out too long. That was the plan!

We dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street and walked in the light drizzle to the Poundland store. I moved as fast as I could around the store, to impress Caroline ♥. First I got the drain cleaner, the into the fridge but no Pork Farms large pies on sale, the into the toothpaste, and what a mind-blowing selection they had! I usually use the Colgate gel type. Today they had many different brands on sale. I ended up getting one that was smaller, 75g compared to the 100g normal one. Maxfresh, with intense foam! I thought I’d try it out.

3Wed12aaOn the way to the self-serve checkouts, I spotted they had some cans of Churchfield Chilli Con Carne, I bought a couple to try.

This little lot filled the pathetic storage box come seat, on the four-wheeled trolley to capacity.

We walked over the road into Boots, through to the Victoria Centre. Caroline pointed out the lifts, and we used it to get up to the Market level. As we walked through the fruit & Veg market. I said I’d look to see, but thought it was too early, for any fresh garden peas. Caroline said she had seen some in Tesco earlier.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive That was it, the thought of getting trousers was abandoned, and we made out way out to the lift and down to the ground floor, and walked to Tesco, in my search for the garden peas! I’d have a look for some Pork Knuckle at the same time. Miserable at having found neither, we walked back onto Upper Parliament Street. Where I took a couple of pictures of the traffic lights opposite Clinton Street.

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The Nottinghamian’s, as usual wandering across the (Only one fatal accident at these lights so far this year) pelican lights, against the red light. Bless em!

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Not so bad, really, I’m just glad I don’t have to use the trolley or stick in Tokyo! Hehehe!

We made our way to the L9 bus stop and caught it back to the flats.

As we got off, farewells and Caroline shot off to her car, having spent too long looking after me, on to her next mission of the day.

As I began the walk down Chestnut Way, the bus turned at the new traffic island, to pick up passengers at the outward bound request stop shelter.

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Winwood Heights was looking more like it is meant to now. But we have until around November until everything is in place and sorted.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive I got in the apartment, and the feet, ankle, knees, stubbed toe, feet, and Anne Gyna were all giving me bother. Tired and weary feeling to, poor old chap! I got the purchases put away. Stripped off and adorned the dressing gown and slippers.

3Wed12bI decided on the Chilli-Con-Carne and frankfurters for the meal, with some of the chips from the gigantic bag morning. Huh!

I liked the Chilly-Con-Carne. It was not too hot for me. The franks tasted fine, but the substituted or wrongly ordered chips were a disappointment. Had some Milk Loaf to soak up the tasty fluids. A limoncello to follow. A Flavour rating of 7/10, despite the crap chips.

I had a search for the missing return envelops again, no luck!

All I did, apart from the odd wee-wee after doing the pots, was watch TV for ten-minute, nod-off, wake up fifteen-minutes later, nod-off. Wake up…

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 29th May 2019: Busy day, yet little done!

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2019 May 26

Wednesday 29th May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 29 Mai 2019

03:45hrs: I woke with some kind of galvanisation of the mind! Suddenly I was in the mood to excogitate things and events around me. The brain and body seemed more alive today!

I soon realised that I had had a fantastic sleep. Last night I drifted off to sleep almost straight away. I woke up three hours later for a wee-wee, and got back down again, and blessedly slept for another six hours! Around 540 minutes! Sounds a lot more this way, Hehe!

When I woke again, in need of another wee-wee, I felt like this, as if I’d taken a drug or something, and felt as if I could face anything today! Perspicaciousness was visiting me it seemed, anyway. Why and how remains an abditive.

I began to think through the needs of the day, using logic, oh, yes! But was interrupted by the need for another wee-wee. The EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) was utilised. Again of the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) variety. During which, a summoning from the innards, for a Porcelain Throne visit arrived. So, off I limped to the wet room. I realised that I had stupidly not taken the Ankle-Support-Strapping off last night. But then again, I did nod-off and get some delightsome sleep in, so on balance, I got a better bargain for once.

Then things all changed. My outlook, hopes, and confidence all took an instant beating, and the earlier optimism faded away into the ether.

WD 0.31.0 GC blue f03The evacuation was no more bothersome than the last, perhaps a little easier indeed. But, as I standing-up, the right leg went into one of its Hokey-Cokey jumping sessions. While this caused no physical injuries whatsoever; I did manage to knock just about everything off of one of the floor cabinet. Toilet rolls (One of which plopped straight into the WC!), a jar of Cetraben, a tube of Savlon cream, a fresh air spray, a kitchen towel and a pack off PP’s. There was probably more stuff. Picking it up, I got myself more and more wound up! Gruffunbotherations!

3Wed001WD 0.31.0 There would be no showering today. With my leaving on the Ankle-Supports, I just left them on, socks as well. But I’ll have to get a shower this afternoon, somehow. A quick shot of the legs revealed their usual pale whiteness and anaemic appearance. Also, some more fluid retention. I dare not take any Furesomides without the Doctors say so, though.

I was calming down a bit now, I’d let the 3Wed01Accifauxpa with the dancing leg get to me.

I eventually got around to doing the health checks and sorting the medications out. The readings all seemed fair enough to me.

Took the medicines with some spring water, then I made another mug of tea, the 99 Co-op one this time.

3Wed06Got the computer going, and checked that I had put the dentist appointment on the calendar.

WD 0.31.0 However, I had put it on (Although I was not sure and did have the foggiest of how I did it), and could not get the original default view back to the weekly view afterwards for love nor money. I still don’t know how I did it, but it went back anyway. Phwert, what a schlemiel!

WD 0.31.0 As I went on the WordPress Reader, the fingers became electrified again, and started to shake, every time the ends touched anything, and lost feeling at the same time. So, typing and CorelDrawing was damned hard work. More time was spent correcting mistakes than the actual typing. Grumph!

What had started as a surprisingly hopeful day, was turning into a frustrating day.

I made a stumbling, annoyingly messy start to the Tuesday blog updating. Persistence paid off, and I got it finished, with naively hoping there were not too many errors in it and sent off to WordPress.

3Wed05a1WD 0.31.0 I went to have a stand-up wash before the Morrison delivery arrived. I had a toe-stubbing again against the leg of the toilet-riser. It’s incredible how painful this was! Of course, the untreated corns and callous suffered as well!

The Morrison man came and, I let him in. A biggish order this week.

3Wed05a1aI thanked him and soon had the fridge and freezer fully restocked with various delights to meet my coenaculous nature and phagomania. I even bought a sweet & sour ready-made meal amongst the picking, and the treat of the month, or longer, some Boczek cooked bacon!

The following happening, I felt like could have been a scene from Red Dwarf, Only Fools & Horses, or a Faulty Towers comedy!

WD 0.31.0 3Wed08I was going to get the chestnut mushrooms in the crock-pot.

As I lifted the pot out of the cooker, a flash emitted! And it was not connected, well, the power was turned off!

I picked up the whole contraption, and two of the three legs came out and shattered on the floor! I decided it had to go! And threw it in the bin. Luckily, I had another one in the spare room, that I abandoned a couple of years ago, but cannot remember why I did so?

3Wed10The thing slipped from my limited grasp as I took it to the black bag bin. I gladly photographed it, picked it up, and got it in the bag. I went and got the other one, washed it, and set it up. Sliced the somewhat jaded looking mushrooms that Morrison had just delivered, and got them in the new cooker. With distilled vinegar and basil, on a low setting.

The mystery of the slow-cooker flashing and dying will remain with me a while yet. Frit me that did! Hehe!

A fair bit of banging and drilling going on somewhere today. The fire sprinkler installation, I assume.

3Wed04Sister Jane rang about the Evening Post printing about Winwood Heights. I see they choose not to show it in its usual disorganised, no available footpath mode. Winwood Heights Article link.

The view outside was worthy of a photographicalisation before we lose the shadows.

Virgin Internet went down Again! I can’t save anything. Publish owt… Oh, it’s so frustrating! As if it wasn’t bad enough with the shaking fingers. I may have to consider packing in the blog. The last thing I want to do, though, but it is getting such hard work. No, I can’t see myself doing that yet. As the leg and shaking get worse, I’ll have to review the situation, I suppose. (Depressed At The Very Thought Mode Adopted()

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Ah, the internet is back on, damned slow, but it’s going.

Then after I’d posted the diary off, for some reason when I got up today’s post, the formatting had gone all to pot. WordPress’s turn to piss me off! No space between paragraphs and a different font altogether? I turned off and back on again, and it was the same. The other blog template was okay? I had to bin it and start again, then everything seemed alright with the new one?

Why is it that this Wednesday is so hostile to me? Antagonistic, unkind, inhospitable, inimical, and adversarial toward me? What have I done to deserve such an oppugnant day? Will things improve, will the shaking stop? Silly questions, the answer is in the hands of anyone but me! Feeling sorry-for-myself-mode engaged!

I got on with this blog at last. The day is flying and not a lot achieved.

Waleska, the INR Nurse, arrived,  to take the blood. She was on a tight schedule but managed to have a few words not connected with medial matters. Which was nice. She couldn’t stay long and had to move on shortly, bless her ♥.

The afternoon already, and tiredness was taking its toll on me. No blue egg tried either. Hehe!

3Wed12aaI took some bags down to the mobile phonist’s… I mean, caretaker’s door. Got the oven on for some sausages, and plan to have them with a blue egg and baked beans? In the end, I had a tin of vegetable sausages and beans with the mushrooms and a blue egg. Overall, a taste rating of 7.5/10. The blue eggs were a little bland tasting,

I shan’t buy them again.

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Not for long this time, but annoying. Thank’s Mr Fries!

I gave up on it and got my head down. But it was a pointless effort, the brain filled with worries, fears, and failures from the past again.

So, I took off the Ankle-Support and washed it, along with a jumper and pair of bamboo socks.

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I tried again to get some sleep but lie there with the brain reactivated in self-destruct mode.

3Wed12bGot up for one of the SSWWs. The bucket was now again, half-full already!

I got down again, gone midnight already, Tsk!

The legs seemed to have gone down a bit, fluid retention-wise. But they remain deathly pale.

I unexpectedly drifted off, and I woke at 03:40hrs after three and a bit hours. In desperate need of a wee-wee. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 22nd May 2019: Another busy day. Four nurses and Caroline called to help me. Nice! ♥

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Wednesday 22nd May 2019

Scots Gaelic: Diciadain 22 Cèitean 2019

WD68-54-45 Sleep? Morpheus? Rest? What’s that then? Grumblemoanweedoffandtired!

03:00hrs: I decided to stir my humongous torso from the warm-clutches of the £300, second-hand, c1968, dowdy-beige, rattling recliner. Other than the right leg and arm shaking a touch, and the feet, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both in a good mood with me. I rose and was getting my balance when an urgent wee-wee was required. A few paces to the part-filled overnight EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) and topped it up a little. Haha! Only the littlest bit, for it, was another of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) category. Still no signs of any activity in the Porcelain Throne department, although, there were a few involuntary silent, nefastous, pongy minuscule escapages of wind coming from the rear-end occasionally this morning. Could today be the day of a movement? Or, not.

I went to get the morning health checks, and medications tended to, moving the remote control onto the Ottoman – but dropped it on the floor. A mug of cold tea slipped through my fingers, splashed the glasses (spectacles),  and dropped them while cleaning them. Made a mug of tea, and the milk bottle cap shot out the shaking-electrified right hand – I still haven’t found it yet! Then, to top off the pathetic performance, I lost a few tablets taking them out of the blister packs.

3Wed01aI took a picture through the unwanted, thick-framed, multi-glass needing to be cleaned; and I cannot even reach some of them. Light and View-blocking kitchen window.

Then straight on with updating yesterday’s Inchcock. I don’t think I was making as many mistakes on the keyboard today, despite the shaking hand and electrified fingers. I finally got the blog finished and posted off.

WD68-54-45 During the updating of the Inchcock Today, I had five SSPWWs, and each time the colour was slightly different. Eventually turning from deep yellow; to a sort of pale brown, now. Well, it helps keep you from being bored. Hehe!

WD68-54-45 The ablutions were sorted out. Teggies, shave… all done, and then the Porcelain Throne was used!

I shan’t go into too much detail, but it was hard-work and somewhat uncomfortable. The evacuated product was almost black, lots of solid pieces. The blood flowed, I think from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, so some cream was applied after a sanitisationing session. Hehe! 

3Wed001The legs were looking a little worn and white, almost anaemic! Warped and pasty! Right Ankle without the strap on, all twisted outwards. Hehe!

Misshaped, knotty, one fat one thin. The knees may have looked a little less scary.

Not very healthy at all.

No wonder I’m not feeling very well this morning.

3Wed04I did some hand washing, socks and a couple of long sleeve tops. Hung the tops up on the shower rail in the wet room to dry. Socks on the warm airer.

I think that the strategy was not a good one, the shirt-tops do not seem to be drying at all. A change of ploy might be needed later on in the day if things? 

Made a start on Today’s Inchcock. But didn’t get far before the Morrison delivery arrived, around 07:20hours or so. Included amongst the purchases were some black bean & 3Wed05a1achicken meals with egg rice. They were on offer at 3 for £6.

I’d got a lot of stuff at this time. But I think I needed everything I bought.

The carer Jay arrived. He soon had the Ankle-Support fitted and told me that the carer service will shortly be costing me. I asked him how much, he said he’d try to find out for his next visit and would have a word with his boss to see if a cheaper (yet he didn’t know how much it would be earlier?) or a free service might just be available from volunteers. I thanked him, and he was off.

3Wed05a1The sun came out momentarily, and I grabbed the camera, but it had gone in by the time I took this picture. 

Caroline from the Stroke Support arrived and got to work helping with advice on getting to sleep. The phlebotomy nurse came to take the blood for the Warfarin INR test. Which she soon did, and departed in some haste. I thanked her.

Caroline carried out a sleeping questionnaire with me. Then she did another Q&A form.

She recognised that I was tired and not in my best form. The bus trip with the trolley was cancelled, and we had a little walk outside by the tree copse with the four-wheeled-trolley. I took some recycle-bottles and jars out with us and dropped them in the appropriate bin.

I enjoyed the hobble so much. Caroline even told me the names of some flowers. SHe kindly picked some and put them in my coat front pocket. The weather was warm and hardly any wind, and as I said, the walk was appreciated from Caroline, bless her. ♥

3Wed06Hobbled back with the new four-wheeled stroller to the apartment, and Caroline took a photograph of me with the flowers she had plucked for me, in my pocket. That was so nice! ♥

Don’t I look, anaemic, etiolated, anaemic, grey, pasty-faced, waxen, weak, drained, ghostly, infirm, sallow, deathly and enervated? You don’t have to agree. Hahaha!

She then called the St Anns Valley Medical Centre and discovered that they have a Nail Cutting Service available, starting on Mondays at 10:00hrs. 

3Wed05a2

I’m not sure if they will be open on Monday next, cause it is a Bank Holiday… again!

The intercom rang again after Caroline had left. It was the Stroke Teams Physiotherapist, Charlene. This is the first time she had visited. By gum, she put me through some tough exercises. Haha! We managed a chinwag in between the agonising exercises. Hehe! She said she would ring me with the next appointment, thanked her and off she trotted.

Back to the computer, and the intercom rang again. When they arrived at the door, it was two heart nurses. They were after Audrie, it turned out she is at Winchester, not Woodthorpe Court.

3Wed07Got the meal cooking, hope it comes out alright. 

Took a snap of the wildflowers, and put them in a tub of water. Bootiful!

Got the nosh sorted out. A ready meal. Chicken in black bean sauce with Special egg fried rice. I’ve got two more (Three for £6 Special offer), to 3Wed28use on Saturday, if Josie likes black bean sauce and chicken, of course. I must ask her tomorrow. I added some extra bean sauce and some tomatoes. I ate most of it, and all of the tasty baguette!

Blooming busy day today!

Found a letter delivered. From the Division of Clinical Neuroscience! Confirming the appointment for Friday 24th at 10:00hrs. For cognitive tests, a questionnaire and a blood test. Another busy day is coming up! Is there no rest to be had? Life in my later years seems filled with habeas corpora, hassle and medicationalistical mayhem! Not to mention my losing it mentally, Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Tues 21 May 2019: A messy day – legs going all warped, dropping things, feeling… Well, never mind. TTFN

May 22

2019 Stroke 3

Tuesday 21st May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 21 Mai 2019

03:15hrs: When I woke this morning, things felt comfortabler, and life appeared and felt a little rosier. And, I could still taste last night’s Cheesy Potato on my palette. Hehe! 

WD 255.0.0 But my earlier bright outlook was dampened as soon as I moved my limbs. The fingers ends were shaking when coming into contact with anything, (this did not happen at all yesterday) had returned. Moving the remote control, pen and putting the torch on the Ottoman, resulted in my dropping each one!

I got out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, uneasy on the eye grotty-beige, rickety recliner with relative ease. But bending down to retrieve the dropped items was not easy. Humph!  This caused my temperament to be obrumpent with frustration, after seconds earlier, feeling so… what are the words? ‘Optimistic, that things were improving.’ Ah, well!

WD 255.0.0 I needed to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and what a wee-wee came forth, of the LBHPWW (Long-Blasting-Hosepipelike-Wee-wee) variety of old! All over in a few seconds, but by gum there was a lot released in a hurry. Hehe! Changed colour too, a deepish orange today. (Well, it creates a bit of interest!) I cleaned the EGPWWB, rinsed, and made a brew of tea.

As I got the computer on, another wee-wee demand arrived, and off to the wet room for this one. Well, well, back to the SWWW (Short-Weak-Wee-wee) mode. But the colour remained orangeish. Washed and back to the computer.

I checked the Google calendar. Had to update the Carer calling times from 07:00>08:00hrs to 07:00> 09:00hrs. Add the Morrison Delivery and the next Stroke Team call. Then added the Audi clinic appointment for June!

Typing is more than a drudge and somewhat frustrating. The jumping fingers are making more and more corrections necessary. Causing adscititious hassle. Kine-Ahora!

2Tue01I went to make another brew of tea to replace the one that went cold. As I was about to take a photo of the view through the unwanted, extra glass to be cleaned and I can’t reach to do so, thick-framed, light & view-blocking new kitchen window, that needs the use of the step ladders to see anything below to photograph; and a crow flew into view. I got back on the computer and emailed the picture to the TFZ’s Lona. It’s not very big in the piccy, but she does love them, crows. An English bird for her. X

Knocking noises aplenty from up above.

08:00hrs: Carer Jay arrived. He soon had the Ankle-Support strapping on for me and was shortly off on his way.

WD 255.0.0 I started to finalise the Monday diary. A real hassle with the right-hand fingers being so jerky. Almost looked like I was having an electric shock. The right leg is sometimes almost stamping the foot on it own accord at times? After a week or two, (Joking!) I got it finished and posted. Hahaha! Only three wee-wees during the hours of my doing the diary, all of the SWWW variety.

2Tue07No signs of any interest from innards to use the Porcelain  Throne. Odd, this is!

I got some bobble caps and bamboo socks washed in the liquid soap powder.

WD 255.0.0 Quick change of subject here – I found the missing not working new hearing aids! They were in the white porcelain crock-pot in the picture at the back.

A 2Tue06natural place to look for them, but I didn’t on the earlier searches. Hehe!

Getting them dry is going to be a problem. I went down to the laundry room, but both dryers were in use.

So back up, and got them on the slow-airer-dryer thingy. I need to keep going and moving the clothes around to share what heat there was available. Tsk!

Knocking noises aplenty from up above.

Next, I got a good scrub up, shave, shower, etc. After the shave and teggies, I realised how bad the floor was in the wet room. So I got the mop out and gave it as good clean as I could. No Whoopsiedangleplops! Then got the shower.

The legs were not a pretty sight. Haha! Deep Vein Thrombosis, the cause?

2Tue03

2Tue05The knocking noises keep sounding on and off as I moved the clothes around and made a brew. It might be some noisy repair work going on.

I took a snap of the view from the unwanted, unliked, trouble bringing dangerous new kitchen windows.

Sister Jane rang, and I thought someone was knocking at the door and rang off. But it from up above again. Hehe! I rang her back to finish the chinwag so she could tell me of the stuff the Doctor had given for her eyes. The problem is called Blepharitis, I looked it up on Google and emailed the results to her. Hope it works out alright for her.

2Tue09WD 255.0.0 Moved the togs around the airer again. With the shaking hands, the things kept getting shaken and knocked off, and I ended up using some naughty language as I annoyed myself. Humph!

WD 255.0.0 Still there were no signs of any Porcelain Throne needs. But, the innards are beginning to feel somewhat bloated. Oh, dearie me!

Knocking noises aplenty from up above.

Caroline and Sonia from the Stroke rehabilitation arrived. A how-to-get-up-after-a-fall lesson was given. The leg was still shaking occasionally, but no problem. Caroline tried to call the foot lady for me. No connection? She will try again later, and let me know what’s what on Wednesday, bless her cotton socks.

Sonia off for two weeks for the kids holiday. Caroline is calling in the morning. The sweet INR blobotaminist, phlebotomist blood nurse, is calling tomorrow as well. She rang after the girls had gone, to confirm her appointment with me.

2Tue10aI got the nosh started.

Black beans with peppers and beef in the saucepan, balsamic vinegar, extra gravy, tomatoes and some chips on the oven. And some Polish sourdough bread thawed out from the freezer.

WD 255.0.0 I didn’t eat it all, the ever-changing appetite had gone back to the less-hungry mode. Although I started off, feeling peckish, this deteriorated to a ‘Not-Really-Bothered’ style. Huh! However, it was not the best tasting of noshes I’ve made, so it’s understandable.

2Tue10The washing up afterwards was a long session.

WD 255.0.0 No cuts, but I managed to drop the saucepan, big spoon and dining spoon while doing the pots. Got down to clean the floor afterwards, and amazingly I got up almost without any bother, although it took me a long time to do so. Hehehe!

I had to stay awake for when the Chemist brought the prescriptions for the Atorvastatin and the proton pump inhibitor, Lansoprazole. (Yes, I looked it up, Haha!)

WD 255.0.0 I failed to remain conscious and fell asleep. Luckily the headphones were not worn, and I heard, even without the knackered hearing aid in, the intercom ringing when he arrived. Javid did not look very happy, so I tried to cheer him up with a few quick quips, and a dimple-smile – which failed. Humph! Thanked him and added the medications to the evening dose pot, and imbibed them all.

WD 255.0.0 I got back down in the shaky, beyond its best, £300 second-hand, rickety, c1968, gungy-beige recliner. But sleep would not come. I suppose, with the lack of being able to get out and about having lasted for so long, I should not be surprised really. I hope to get out with the four-wheeled-trolley tomorrow with Caroline. I’ll ask her if it is possible for me to keep both aids, the three and the four-wheeled, so I can use the three-wheeler for going on the bus, and the four-wheeler for walking? I’ll see if I can muster up the cheek to ask Caroline.

It was ages before I nodded-off, which unfortunately gave the mind time to fret over anything and everything. Glumph!

TTFN each, have a great day folks!

Inchcock Today – Monday 20th May 2019: Oddlimost day – Good and bad… life innit?

May 23

2019 May 19

Monday 20th May 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 20. Svibnja 2019

1Mon02WD128.0.0 03:25hrs: Morpheous, Morpheous, sweet Morpheous, where for art thou? Well, certainly not in the £300 second-hand, c1968, tatty-beige, rickety recliner in Woodthorpe Court! That’s for certain. Humph!

Any hopes of getting some sleep were abandoned, and I removed my oleogustus body out of the rusty but trusty, recliner. And, after a few seconds looking around, I remembered I had misplaced the stick. As I got in the hallway, there on the first clothes-hook, hung the naughty walking stick! In plain view! What a schmuck! How I missed it on my searching, I don’t know, but I was glad I found it. I utilised it and got in and on the Porcelain Throne.

1Mon06WD128.0.0 Oh, heck! What a painful, slow, drawn-out action. Still, at least things are starting to move now, slowly. The following wee-wee was of the rare SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like-Wee-wee) variety, for a change.

I took a snap of the amazing view outside. The sun and the shadows.

I got the computer on, and finished off the Sunday blog, and posted it off.

The following wee-wees were all of the SPWWW (Short-Painful-Weak-Wee-wee) mode. But not so frequent.

7Sun26I carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.

Back to the wet room, for an uncharacteristic Porcelain Throne session. An entirely different one compared to the first one earlier. Absolutely no movement at all, just wind. Despite all my excruciating, unpleasant, best trying-to-force things efforts. Not even any wind. Hehe!

I did the ablutions while in the wet room. Teggies, shaved, washed, dried, and made myself smell nice. The right leg began to shake just as I was getting the Sock-Glide ready. I decided after yesterdays Whoopsiedangleplop/Accifauxpa, to leave the socks on from Sunday. Too risky. The carer might help me later. (He didn’t)

WD128.0.0 I was still feeling a little rough around the edges. Of course, the shaking stopped when I got back on the computer! Oy vay, and Flumbleflak! With the new pains, well, aches in the feet, extra shaking and generally my feeling worse, I checked out the side effects of the Antibiotic tablets.

WD128.0.0 1Mon01aThe more common side effects of nitrofurantoin can include: Agranulocytosis; alopecia; anaemia; angioedema; aplastic anaemia; appetite decreased; arthralgia; asthenia; chest pain; chills; circulatory collapse; confusion; cough; cyanosis; depression; diarrhorea; dizziness; drowsiness; dyspnoea; eosinophilia; euphoric mood; fever; granulocytopenia; haemolytic anaemia; headache; hepatic disorders; idiopathic intracranial hypertension (Thanks to the Stroke); increased risk of infection; leucopenia; lupus-like syndrome; nausea; nystagmus; pancreatitis; psychotic disorder; pulmonary hypersensitivity; pulmonary reaction (possible association with lupus erythematosus-like syndrome); respiratory disorders; skin reactions; Stevens-Johnson syndrome; thrombocytopenia; urine discolouration; vertigo; vomiting; nausea; loss of appetite; stomach pain; numbness in your hands and feet; pain in your hands and feet; weakness; dizziness; drowsiness; red blood cell damage; liver problems; nerve disorders; nerve damage.

Most unfathomable, I seem to have had a lot of these side-effects before taking the medication? I imagine the lack of sleep can be put down to the Nitrofurantoin, as maybe the nerve damage making the right leg and arm jerk about and shake more now, the Axonotmesis and or Peripheral Neuropathy, as well? The Mary Potter nurses told there is no chance of redivivus for the nerve ends. By golly, I sound almost intelligent here. Hahaha!

WD128.0.0 I’m not a franion, but things will be, and nothing can be done, accepting things that cannot be changed, I find comfortable enough. Yet I worry and fret over anything to do with authority, banks, shops etc. I don’t know why I said that?

07:29hrs, the Carer, Jay arrived. In and out within a few minutes, Ankle-Support-Strapping all done.

I then felt a little down because there are not any more callers coming today. Well, the Medical Compliance Service is to call me to arrange a visit. I wondered what this title meant, so I had a look on Google. It’s a well-paid job, at least! Egad!

Still none the wiser 1Mon07as to what they do, though. But I’ll find out if and when he/she comes.

Off for yet another rather unpleasant SPWWW, again.

Time for a Nitrofurantoin, I  took it with some spring water.

I’m still dropping things a lot today. Nerve ends, I suppose. But it is vexing, all the same.

I have to stay in, in case the MCS Medical Compliance Service ring me to make an appointment. I could do with somebody with me when they come, but no one is available. Then again, will they call at all?

Got a landline call from a Stroke Team lady, (missed her name). She will be calling around 13:00hrs today to see me.

I went on TFZer Facebooking to catch up with them, and add some photographs.

1Mon07aThen, I took the Nitrofurantoin and made another brew.

The right leg still shaking now and then.

I was thinking of taking a picture of the legs, and for some reason: 16th-century Galligaskin Breeches came to mind; as a perfect partner to go with the longer bamboo diabetic socks? Just a passing thought.

WD128.0.0 I went on blogging, and everything froze on me in WordPress? A yellow bar came up, telling me that Grammarly was causing the machine to go slow. I could not type anything, so I closed the option to stop Grammarly. I looked in Chrome extensions, and it said that Grammarly was enabled. But when I opened it again, no Grammarly was available. After much-complicated efforts, I got a message to explain the problem to Grammarly. (This being half-an-hour later) Then it came back on again. Incapable and not intelligent-enough, springs to mind as a description for Inchcock! I am desperately short on Mazel Tov!

Leoni, from the Medical Compliance Service, arrived. She sorted the prescriptions out for me, then rang the Chemist to try and get a date for the blister-pack delivery of medications. The man who does the blister-packs is on holiday so he could not say? But the make-up of the new intermediate medicines for the shortfall should arrive in a couple of days. Very hit & miss, undivinable and iffy, that!

A confused Inchcock, again now! Nice lady, I thanked her, and off she shot.

I had an SPWWW, a wash, and the intercom rang. It was Kelly from the Stroke Unit Support. Then the door chimes burst forth with Dusty Springfields ♫I only want to be with you♫. She’d come to interview me about how things were, recovery-wise. We had a productive long chinwag, and she had ordered me a shower chair with a back on it, to be more comfortable. She then contacted the Audio Clinic and made an appointment for me. Bless her cotton socks.

I got the nosh cooking and called to see if Josie would like some cheesy-potatoes. She had a visitor and was going to go shopping. I said I’d wrap her potato in foil and she could collect it whenever she wanted.

Went on the WordPress Reader section.

Got the noshes sorted. Wrapped Josies in foil, and continued to demolish mine. A ate the lot. Which surprised me with my recent poor eating mixed with devouring all of the meal, almost alternately.

1Mon07c

Watched some TV, but didn’t want to fall asleep, with Josie calling and miss her. But I did nod-off. Woke up and worried that I may have missed the gal, I got her plate and visited her flat; all of the three paces from my apartment door. Handed her the prandicle, and she asked if she could do one for me, and what would I fancy. I said I’d have to give it some thought, she laughed, and I left her, wishing her well.

Back to the flat, and resumed my place in the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner.

1Mon07dGot up a while later to make a brew of tea, and noticed I had been nocturnal (for me) nibbling, and an empty bag of Marmite Crisps on the Ottoman! Guilty Mode Assumed!

Took a shot of the amazing looking sky from the unwanted, light & view blocking, impossible to get to for cleaning, thick edged kitchen window.

Sleep did not want to come anymore, but I did get-off later.

And as far as I could tell, no wee-wees of any classification were needed? The Nitrofurantoin seems to be helping, or not, I’m not sure. Sad innit?

Inchcock Today – Tue 19 Feb 2019: Decent day today. I may regret saying this later, of course. Hehehe!

2019 Feb 19

Tuesday 19th February 2019

דינסטאג פעברואר 19, 2019 Yiddish

23:45hrs. I stirred and gave it a customary couple of minutes for the brain to join the body in some form of activity. I recognised that I was singing to myself again. Cliff’s ‘The Young Ones,’ then Acker Bilks ‘Gotta see Momma tonight,’ I think it was.

Eventually the mind and torso semi-collaborated, then cooperated in getting my Falstaffian body out of the second-hand £300, circa 1968 recliner, and off for a wee-wee. Yet again, I was relatively pain-free as I got to the wet room. The wee-wee was of an SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) mode. The wound still felt like it contained a load of worms and itched a bit. But it was not hurting in the slightest unless I caught it on something.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

2Tue03

WD128.0.0 I noticed after putting this graph on the blog, I’d made an error on the weight – I’d miss-typed 15.76, as 14.76! I left it on so I could dream! Hehehe!

I made up a new blog of the Nottingham Eye pictures taken yesterday on my brave trip on the Nottingham Wheel. Got it posted off.

Made a start on the updating of the Monday post.

The Ocado delivery arrived. Masses of Marmite products and Tea bags stored away. The tea bags should see me out now, no need to repurchase any more of them. Hehe! I’ll have to hand out the other bags now I have the tasty Glengettie all stocked up.

2Tue05Got the ablutions tended to next.

All went well, apart from the putting on of the clean socks. The leg looked a lot easier and far less inflamed.

WD128.0.0 This task was accompanied with verbiage that flowed under my breath with exclamations like; Eeeugh, Egrnocheeegeeack, Ow, and Argh! In between the odd little silent oath.

2Tue04The wound was looking a lot less tender now, although some new growths seemed to be forming around the sides of the original whatever it is.

The moon was shining brightly through the clouds for a moment, so I took this snap of it for prosterity. Is that the right word? I think I added an R in there by mistake? But the Grammarly spell checker I paid for, is not working again! When it is working, all is fine, and I check words and more… but it is becoming a headache now! So, you have been warned – don’t pay out for it!

Back on the computer to sort things out for this post for a while. Then had to get ready to go out. Needing some milk roll bread, fresh veg, and yoghourts. I’ll see what I come back with later. Tsk! 

Off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.

WD128.0.0 I took a photograph of Chestnut Way as I walked along, but did not find it on the SD card? Another Winwood Heights Mystery! 

Cyndy, Doreen, Roy, and three other residents were in the hut, and I had a natter and laughed with some of them. I handed the flowers I’d had ordered as a Special Treat for the overworked but doing a good job Kamp Kommanders, to Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Julie. Who got them into some water straight away. I like it when I get things right – not very often, I know, but there you go! Hahaha!

2Tue06Caught the bus to Arnold to get the shopping done.

All my fellow residents dropped off in Sherwood.

I took this photograph at the traffic island junction on the ring-road and Edwards Lane, through the bus window.

2Tue07I dropped off the bus on Front Street, outside the Asda (Walmart) store, and dived in to have a shop. Aware that I needed to be reasonably quick to avoid missing the L9 back into Sherwood.

WD128.0.0 Which I did miss, of course, when I got carried away with my search for something different on the shelves. Tsk!

I used the standard checkout today, cause they were not busy. I’d already given up on catching the bus in time so enjoyed my little meander around. I came out with the bag almost fully ladened, with Lemon yoghourts, orange squash, milk roll loaf, mini swiss rolls, mini pork and pickle pies, cooked chicken breast, Limoncello desserts, Lemon Bakewells, a leek, turnips, sliced potatoes, vine tomatoes, and an onion. A smidge of guilt appeared fleetingly! Lots of my purchases were not precisely within the weight-watchers-range, where they? Tsk!

WD128.0.0 I wandered out and down to the bus stop to see when the L9 going in the opposite direction was due. Then I could catch it to the terminus and stay on and come back again 2Tue08all the way to the flats. This uncouth, ignorant Arnold Pavement Cyclist was weaving closely through the pedestrians. Git!

I looked at the timetable for the L9, and it would be twenty minutes or so before it was due. So, I took a hobble to the Fulton Foods store and did a bargain search.

I got some pork scratchings for the nibble box, and some salt & pepper flavoured potato sticks for me. These topped up the bag to overflowing.

2Tue09Then back over the road to the bus stop again.

WD128.0.0 Where the same nasty ignoramus,  uncaring cretin of a wazzock, most disrespectful, inconsiderate, rude, impolite, insensitive, selfish, discourteous, rude,  negligent nudnik of a Pavement Cyclist came close to hitting me and others, most likely without any thought of what the pillock was doing, as he pedalled illegally along without a care in the world, showing off his hole in his trousers and blue knickers, as he threatened the old, deaf, sight-challenged and disabled pedestrians!

Sorry about that, I got carried away there for a moment!

The bus arrived, and I spent the journey having a go at the crossword book. Not too successfully, mind.2Tue10

When w arrived in Sherwood, there were several of the Winwood Heights residents got on the bus. This gal was having a droll laugh with the driver.

Back at the complex, I got off of the bus last, and all the others scurried away. No doubt many of them in need of their wet rooms? 2Tue10aThe Woodthorpe Court clan, have to manoeuvre through the street decorations, or like me, my being more on the nervous side, I take the scenic route around the back of the car park keeping to what bit of pathway is available to get home. Haha! The longer way, but safer.

I caught up with this chap (Sorry his name escapes me, a grand bloke though) in the lift.

2Tue11I got in the flat, and the sad sight of my beloved tree copse caught my eye when I got into the kitchen. I’m sure it is far thinner than last year at the same time. If people could resist dropping waste and rubbish inside, and not break off branches from the trees… I bet the dog urine that trickles down the hill has destroyed much of the growth. Mind you, it might be helping for I know.

I got the Health Checks done2Tue11a. Then sorted out the shopping and got things stored away.

Got the oven heating up, and the potatoes in the tray. Made some buttered tomato sarnies with the milk roll bread, and got the cold stuff on the plate ready for the vegetables to be added later.

Got the seasoned potatoes in the oven, and checked on the TV programmes. Although I find with Freeview, they tend not to change much. I selected the usual to watch. A-Team (2), Boon, Pie in the Sky, Heartbeat, Police Interceptor and Sliders.

WD128.0.0 As I stood up to check on the potatoes, boy what a dizzy-spell arrived. 2Tue12aI sat down again, to give things time to settle. It wasn’t a long one, but if I had been stood up when it came on, I think I might have gone over. Nasty, but short-lived.

I put channel 802 on the telly, the lobby entrance view. Ah, more Street Art in the foyer! Tsk! I stayed where I was in case anyone tripped over coming out or into the flat.

I went to do another inspection of the spuds, turned them over and gave them ten more minutes. Meanwhile, back to the front room, to see that a chap was clearing up the things in the lobby. Good! No sings of the Dizzy Dennis attack left at all, now. Feeling rather good for some reason?

2Tue12bI ended up having a bit of a luxury dinner this time. The BBQ chicken breast, pickled egg and mushrooms, gherkins, tomato sarnies on milk roll bread, mini pork & pickle pie, roast onions and baked sliced potatoes. A lemon Fool for dessert. I ate most of it and enjoyed it.

WD128.0.0 Put the tray to one side, change channels to watch the A-Team, fell asleep, woke up as the episode was ending. Started to look at the next one, got halfway or so through it and nodded off again. Woke and changed the channel, to watch Boon, but it was already halfway through it. I lasted about five minutes and dropped off again, to wake as Pie in the Sky was starting. I was determined to watch at least one programme all the way through and decided this would be the one. I stayed awake for the first section when the adverts came on, I thought I’d take the tray to the kitchen and make a brew and take the medications and do the Health Checks, to stir myself awake!

WD128.0.0 I realised I’d miss the start of part two of Pie in the sky, cause I then had to go to the Porcelain Throne. A real embarrassment this – I fell asleep on the Throne! When I woke, I wondered where the TV had gone, I think I thought I was still in the £300 second-hand recliner watching TV?

WD128.0.0 Anyway, I stood up, I still felt drowsy. I suppose, and fell to the floor! I felt such a fool as the brain cleared! Apart from the already deformed right knee hitting the floor, no injuries were suffered. Back to the TV, to find that Pie in the Sky had long finished. I turned over to channel ten to watch Heartbeat, but it had almost finished. Still, I can claim to have stayed awake for ten minutes or so so to see it to the end. I 2Tue24remember turning over to watch the Interceptors, but nothing else, until I woke many hours later! So, the Interceptors and Sliders were missed altogether. Humph!

Did the last Health Checks, had a wee-wee, washed and got down again.

I currently have a Toshiba TV for sale, circa 2008. Not a large screen one though. Small really. Freeview built-in, for sale. Much-used, but very little watched! Hehehe!

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Inchcock – Sat 26th Jan 2019: Another Hectic, busy, Wee-weeing day. Tsk!

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Saturday 26th January 2019

Croatian: Subota, 26. siječnja 2019

23:35hrs: I woke with memories of a dream reasonably clear and lucid in my mind. I grabbed the notepad and scribbled down some prompters to use later. (Later, I made up today’s Inchcock’s Thoughts graphic using these notes. Not word for word, obviously, but the train of the Grim Reapers words were similar to how he spoke to me in the dream!) I thought the Reaper looked a lot like Jeremy Corbyn.

wd 0.0.30 An instant need for a wee-wee arrived. With great difficulty in holding back the imminent flow and getting free of the £300 second-hand recliner at the same time, I got myself upright and made for the grey emergency tub in the corner – Calamity! It was not there! I’d forgotten I moved it yesterday when the workers arrived. Oy Vey! So, having gone all through my dream-filled sleep without taking a wee-wee, you can see how desperate things were now! Oy gevalt! Panic set in, but I had a sense-of-mind to make for the WC and not waste valuable time searching rooms for the grey bin.

Alas, I was too late all the same! I now have clothes soaking in disinfectant and soap powder in the green bucket. Humiliation and Shame Mode adopted!

All washed, and in another pair of jammy-bottoms and embarrassingly, a new pair of protection pants, I went to get the Health Checks done. I got out the sphygmomanometer and accoutrements required, but could not find the Enoxaparin hypo that had been moved in the workings yesterday! I sensed things might not go so well today, and adopted a ‘Sorry-for-myself-Mode! Hehe!

wd 0.0.30 Then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A messy evacuation and some bleeding from the front and rear this morning. Somehow, I just wasn’t surprised in the least! Rewashed the dandies. Then back to the kitchen and searched for the missing loaded needle. No luck yet. But I did find the grey bin. Humph! Did the Health Checks.

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6sat02The Sys was a bit lower than it was yesterday but higher than it should be methinks. Again, not surprising me. Tsk!

wd 0.0.30 I took the medications and needed another wee-wee. This was of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) variety.

Back to the kitchen and made a brew of tea.

The flipping left ankle gave way again on the hobble to the computer. I felt as if the ankle was going to collapse into the foot, but it didn’t, of course. Hello, the sneezing has started again! Humph! Fed-up? Me?

6sat08wd 0.0.30 I went to check the legs over, they felt like they are filling up again. But this photo doesn’t look like they have done so from yesterday? There are once more some new bruises and blood papsules, though?

These Possible Furosemides side effects are so many, I wonder if there are any psychotomimetic ones? Hehe! 

I went into the kitchen and took these photographicalisations. The precipitation was light, is was evident that it had been falling all night, but it helped the downward picture to have a certain quality about it.

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Another SSPWW and I got on with updating the Friday post and got it sent off to WordPress. 

6sat11One more SSPWW, (Got splashbacks with this one, Oh, dear!) and I made a start on this blog, getting up to here with it.

Then the thoughts of breakfast came into my mind. Porridge, methinks. I cunningly used the stick-picker-upper with the more full grip and more extended arm to get the pot down.

I got a grand scrubbing up session done at 6sat120805hrs. I even did a bit of singing in there!

As I grubbled about making sure everything was how it should be before leaving, I noticed the sky had a tinge of red in it. The moon was reluctant to go down. Quite pretty it was.

But, we all know the farmers and shepherds saying: “Red sky at night, Shepherds delight – Red sky in the morning, Shepherds warning! So I made sure the umbrella was in the bag.

Did the midday Health Checks and medications in case I get back late from town. Took two black bags to the waste chute and set off out into the rather cold and nippy morning.

I met Mary and Shirley in the lobby, and we greeted each other.

6sat13As I got to the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned to take this shot of Winwood Heights, with Winchester Court being the closest one. It still has the sign indicating that it is called ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe!

Mary was coming along behind me. When I got to the bus stop Winchester Street she joined me. Mary was on her way down to catch a bus on Mansfield Road. I explained that she could get on the 40 one, as I was doing and use her bus pass, cause we can use it anytime on Saturdays and Sundays. We had a little natter, the gal is not happy with her new flat up on the 15th floor, and sounded a tad depressed. She carried on walking down the hill as I got on the bus.

I got off of the bus near the Pound Shop and called in to see if they had any of the Pork Farms Pork Pies on sale. Nope, they didn’t. But I came out with a few things in the bag. Dettol Citrus air spray, a few nibbles for the Social box, Smoked bacon and some beef end-bits. Paid on the self-serve till without any hassle.

Across the road and into Boots store, and up to the pharmacy. I got a Sterimar Hyptn CR spray, £2 off today, got it for £5.99.

6sat20Then made my way to the Victoria Centre Market Stalls. Which was another sad sight! Aisles mostly bare of customers, empty stall, and those poor few beggars still in them looking so sorry for themselves. I have great empathy, and so sorry for them.

I visited Abdul, and his clothes stall. I got two pairs of trousers from him. I had a choice of grey, grey or grey. So, I got the grey ones. Haha!

Had a little laugh with him, paid him and made my way out to the shopping centre (Mall), and hobbled to the City Centre.

During my wanders, I kept taking pictures of closed down retailers. So sad and worrying!I’ll show them all together here, so you can see just one reason for the depression of Nottinghamians.

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I wandered down to the Slab Square down King Street. Where I took three photographs left to right of the Slab Square.

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6sat26Not many Nottinghamians about! Although I did see two relaxing in a shop doorway later, and providing some Nottinghamian Street Art for me to snap. Poor things!

The drizzle began to pour a little as I cut through and down Exchange Walk to the M&S food hall.

The regular Big Issue seller was outside the store doors, I slipped him a couple of quid on my way in. Once in the shop, I had to resist buying too much-unwanted stuff, it all looked so delicious! I ended up at the self-serve tills with: A ready-made Lamb One Pot meal £4.50, A Rustic Granary Farmhouse sliced loaf on offer, £1.59 down to £1, Two Sourdough Rolls £1.20 and some Frites £2.30. This time, I did have problems putting the stuff through and had to ask for help, twice! Klutz! I could identify which rolls I had on the lookup lists. Even the lady had a job to find them, so I didn’t feel so bad. Thanked her and off she trotted to help someone else. When it came to swiping the Rustic bread, the machine would not have it at all. Back came the assistant, and she ended up having to use her key and inputting the code manually for me.

6sat26aWhen I got out of the store, the rain was more persistent.

I took many pictures of closed down businesses and signs in this area as I made my way back to the bus stop on Queen Street. At the top at the junction with Upper Parliament Street, this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist caught my eye as nearly fell off of his bike. Which cheered me up a little. During this little hobble about, there so many Pavement Cyclists all over the place, it would have been too much hassle to try 6sat27and photo them all, and get the camera wet into the bargain. But for this last one I saw, I risked it.

Nearby, I took this picture through the windows of a new cafe. Called Josephine’s Tea Room, 49 Upper Parliament St, Nottingham NG1 2AB.

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5fri33I perused the menu on show in the window: Nutella on Toast £5.50, Scrambled Egg on Toast £6.00. Egg Benedict £9.00 add spinach for 50p. Porridge Oats £4.50 add sultanas or honey for £1. Pancake Porker Stack 5 pancakes with Dukes Hill ham and dripping with Maple syrup £8.50. Toast and Butter £1.50, this dish is suitable for vegetarians, two slices of bloomer with butter. White, unless you want brown add jam, marmalade, marmite or honey for £1, Nutella for £1.50. Open sandwiches from £8.75. Sides & Extras £1.00, Roddas Clotted Cream £1.00. Portion of Jam £0.50, Slice of white bread or brown bread £0.50, Ice cream a scoop £1.50. Other sauces £0.50.

I have to admit, I was impressed with the clientele inside, and there were a  good few too. Upper Echelon Nottinghamians, obviously at these prices. Although when I peered into the window, a bit like Dickens ‘Oliver Twist’, I’d say half of the customers were students, the other half represented the few Conservative Voters left in Nottingham, you know: Noses up, little finger out when they drank and sneaking sugar sachets into their pockets and handbags. Just my kind of people. Hehehe!

6sat28I caught a 40 bus back to the flats. Tony from the apartments got on en route, and we had a gossiping session.

As the bus got on to the St Anns Well Road, Huntingdon Street traffic lights, I snapped a shot of the horrendous building in the background. Google tells me ICO Development Company are located in it? It’s a massive place, but so ugly to me. A little further along, there are these flats or apartments. Called Liberty Living. Another monstrosity to yours truly. This reminded me of Liberty-Global who bought Virgin Media and destroyed the connection at the same time!

6sat29wd 0.0.30 I’d just put the camera back, and missed the van skidding at the traffic island in this photo on the right. Tsk!

We got off the bus back on Sherwood Rise and walked down to Chestnut Walk. We were moving as fast as we could, and the drizzle had turned to rain now. As we got to the foyer entrance, it stopped altogether.

Said our cheerios in the lift when Tony got out on the ninth floor, up to my flat and I took an SSPWW. Did the health checks and then one more SSPWW! Got the fodder away.

Made a brew and got the computer on to update this blog, after yet another SSPWW!

6sat30Prepared the nosh, no cooking involved. So it was easy.

It looked and tasted good, but for some reason, I ate very little of it? (Perhaps I’m pining for the missing Weevils? Hahaha!)

Washed the things up, had a wee-wee and got down in the recliner to watch a ‘Clarence DVD’.

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Inchcock Today – Fri 25 Jan 2019: Fervid, frenzied, frantic, frenetic, furious fun with the upgrading today!

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Friday 25th January 2019

Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 25mh Faoilleach 2019

2325hrs: I stirred, and lay there waiting for the brain to function and join in with the body into imitation-life. Which it did, with a single top-priority indication: “We need the Porcelain Throne – Now!”

I urged my mammoth-stomached body to allow me to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner with relative ease, and stumbled to the wet room, onto the Throne and did my duty. Messy evacuation. During which, I did not see a single EIBWBBB (Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle).

WDPBL As I got up from the Throne, both of the ankles gave way. No falling over though, cause I reached out to stop myself from going over..5fri004. and knocked the Protection Pants from the cabinet onto the floor instead. Oh, dearie me! I picked them up and back to the main room and had a closer inspection of the pins and tootsies of the now more fluid-filled Popeye looking legs.

Damned shame this has happened, cause now I will have to go back on the dreaded side-effect Furesomide tablets. Not good! Heaven knows what the Wee-wees will be like from here on. Still, my warts, blemishes, scars, welts, papsules, spots, growths and blood-swells had all changed again, which keeps the interest going. Hehehe!

Into the Hallway, and moved some stuff out into the spare room to make access for the plumbers/builders later when they arrive. No more bother from the ankles, no more mystery giving ways. Come think of it, I suppose the area of the ankles where the socks kept in the fluid swelling might have been the cause. They were the softer socks as well. Hey-ho!

Hello, I’m sneezing now! By gum, they are big uns too! Hope I don’t wake the neighbours up, it’s around 01:00hrs at the moment.

I got the Health Checks sorted.

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By Jiminy, the Sys and Dia have gone up a lot? I took the medications but held back on taking the Furesomide after all, until I see how the fluid retention goes later. I’m genuinely not keen on going back on these tablets unless really needed.

5fri001I toyed with the idea of having some breakfast, noodles, porridge or Corn Flakes. But fetching the step-ladders and stick-grabber so I can get to the food, seemed just too much bother! Did you see that? My unplanned cunning plan to cut down on food! HaHa! 

I got the noodles in because they were on sale at half-price!

Had a wee-wee, made a brew of tea and then I took these three photographs from the unwanted, unliked view & light-blocking new window. Getting wet in the incoming drizzle at the same time. Haha! One to the left, straight ahead and the last one to the right.

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The mind thought about all those Nottinghamians out there. The young, the old, the shoplifters, muggers, pavement cyclist, patients and medical staff in the hospitals, speeding motorists, both Nottingham Policement on patrol. The street-sleepers. The lonely, the lost, the homeless, the rich, the poor, the demented, the greedy and my fellow 5fri003aincompetents. Just a thought!

WDPBL I ventured out onto the creaking wooden slats in the balcony, opened the metal spring flap on the left side window Luckily I have a good supply of medical plasters!) and took this picture of the wet Chestnut Walk below.

Another wee-wee, and set about updating the Thursday diary. Got this finished at 03:00hrs and made a start on this one.

WDPBL I went to make a mug of tea and get a finger-plaster on the cut thumb from my opening the balcony window. It happened again, this time only one ankle giving way. Using all of my remarkable quick-wittedness and physical dexterity, I avoided going over. (Ahem!) But did manage to clout my shoulder against the doorframe. Klutz! Sulking-Mode-Approaching.

This made me feel a little fed-up with myself.

5fri007So, I thought I’d get some brekkers after all. I got the stick-picker and got down one of the new, special offer half-price super-noodle pots down to try out.

I got the mushrooms, carrots, and peas in the crock-pot.

WDPBL Sillily, I decided to photograph my efforts with the stick-grabber as getting the pot down… the second I took this shot, the Noodles flew out of the grabber, hit me on the head and bounced off of me and into the waste bin without touching the sides. Hahaha! No damage to me or the pot! Smug-Mode Adopted now!

Made the pot up, and watched a DVD on YouTube while I ate it.

I went on CorelDraw to make up the graphics again, then started to get them on the WP gallery to use later. Hours later I had to rush to get the ablutions done in time for the upgrading men to arrive.

All freshened up, I got the black bags to the waste chute, and finally got the header graphics and templates done for a couple of weeks or so, and the chaps arrived to do the upgrading work for me, bless em!

I did the CorelDraw graphicalisationing while the lads were here. Much drilling as is to be expected, but they got the job finished and had gone off for their nosh. They will return for me to sign-off. A lot of sorting and cleaning to do, but not today, its too late in the day for me.

Got the Cumberland Pie in the oven!

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I think the pipework by the much-dreaded and feared plumbers is next to come. Shudder and Near-panic Mode Engaged at the thought!

So tired now, and a headache from the noise of the works. I had to stay in, in case the Clinic emailed about my erroneous missing of the last appointment. Klutz!

5fri34Did the Health Checks.

Got the nosh served up.

The ready-made Cumberland pie, onto which I added some grated extra-strong cheddar cheese, was A1. Along with the slow-cooker cooked vegetables; mushrooms, peas, and carrots made this one of my better efforts tastewise. I added some caramelised gravy granules to the crock-pot, avoiding the need for any salt to be used. Drained the veg and added it to the dish.

A Taste-Rating of no less than 9.2/10 was given.

As usual lately, I settled to watch an episode of the A-Team on channel 21 on the box. But, this time I stayed awake all the way through it! (The excitement of having the messy prep work done and having someone to talk to, perhaps?) Then, I even got ten-minutes into a Rumpole of the Bailey show… but that was it… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Thurs 24 Jan 2019: Busy, busy day.

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Thursday 24th January 2019

Thursday 24th January 2019

00:30hrs: After a most disturbed night trying to stay asleep (I’m sure I was awake more than resting all the time, Tsk!), I woke feeling drained and with the mind racing away over worries, concerns, etc. Within a minute or so, the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I struggled out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and off to the wet room. Where I remained for about ten-minutes, sat on the Throne.

WD 0.31.0 Waiting not for the big evacuation to end, but the side-show of the wee-weeing to finish! A new LSPDOWWWSOPs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee-with-spurts-of-power) Mode this morning. I’d taken three of these over the next half an hour. Tsk! Cleaned-up, and returned to the recliner.

WD 0.31.0 Where I found multiple signs of nocturnal nibbling. Guilt-Mode Adopted! No wonder I felt so tired, I must have been nipping to the kitchen cupboard and or fridge all night long!

The mind pretended to function, and I pondered over the needs of the day. Morrison food arriving twixt 06:00>07:00hrs, the nibbles and prizes need sorting for the Social Hour, this diary must get done before 05:00hrs, so I can get the ablutions done before the fodder delivery comes, the Laundry has to be fitted in somehow as well. Oh, and I have to get some filled Enoxaparin Syringes from the Chemist soon.

The mind gave up on me, and all I could think of was getting the Wednesday post done and posted.

Did the Health Checks and the medications were taken.

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4thu001aSYS and DIA down nicely. Overall a good set of results methinks.

Had a Wee-wee, and got on with updating the blog.

WD 0.31.0 I had to go again a few minutes later, and this time I could not make it to the wet room in time. I had to use the stand-by emergency bin. The wee-wee took so long, I nearly fell back to sleep, stood-up! The sudden spurts in power were a little more abrupt, too. I was amazed at how filled the bin was. I’m so glad I didn’t take any Furosemide earlier!

Cleaned up again, and started the blog once more. Got it finished and posted off. Went on the WordPress Reader section, then, after another marathon wee-wee, I made a start on this blog.

Added some pictures to the Facebook Albums.

Ablutions tackled next. No shower, cause of the early hour. So a stand-up jobbie, like in my young deformative years (Hehe!), but with hot water and not having to heat water up on the stove… and the pleasure of not using a cut-throat razor but Bic disposables. Ah, and no ice forming on windows. And, having electricity supplied. I don’t really miss the old days that much! Hehehe! I left facecloths soaking in washing powder and disinfectant in the sink.

4thu01Had a look at the fluid containers (legs) to see if any new welts, boils, scars or bruises had arrived overnight.

All I could see that had altered was the blue mark on the shin had somehow wholly disappeared? Only to be replaced with a dark blue welt above the left ankle. Oh, and the fluid content difference between the pins!

4thu02Every day something different! Wasn’t that a catchphrase in an old advert on TV?

I departed the wet room, only to realise I had left my alarm wristlet and watch inside, so I returned to collect them.

WD 0.31.0 And found just one very dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) with its legs seemingly shrunken? He or she was on the sink edge. If anyone can explain to me how, this dead weevil had appeared on the sink, five minutes or so 4thu03aafter I had just put the clothes in to soak and it wasn’t there then… I would appreciate it. Baffled-Mode-Engaged!

The Morrison delivery arrived at 0700hrs. It looked like I’d gone over the top a bit again? Haha!

Readied the nibbles, raffle prizes and pressies. Left the cream cakes and wine in the fridge. Hopefully, I won’t forget to pick them up when I get out.

09:00hrs. Got the things checked and gathered and off to the jolly old Social Hour.

4thu05The fire door at the outer corridor end was wedged open, a door matt at flat 70 was in use, both of which I thought had been banned since Grenfell fire.

A mini obstacle course was manoeuvered around. Dropped some back bags down the waste chute, then down in the lift.

4thu05aDropped the bag of recyclables at the caretaker’s door. I didn’t disturb him, because he was on his mobile phone.

I took a snap of Winwood and Winchester Court.

The hobble along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses 4thu06Wardens Temporary HQ. Handily placed WC. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.

Before entering the shed, I snapped this shot of Winwood Court and Woodthorpe Court.

Not many folks at the Social this morning. But all seemed to enjoy themselves, and a few natters and laughs were enjoyed. I tried to wangle a gossip with Jenny, Nora, Doreen, Cyndy, Gaynor, John, Frank, and others.

4thu06aI decided while in there, to get the laundry done. On the walk back, I saw how close the thirty-foot drop was to the new walkway we have to use until the turning circle for the buses is completed.

Hopefully, none of our alcoholic dipsomaniac residents will use it and topple over in doing so. Hahaha! 

4thu07Access to the Woodthorpe Court entrance looked a bit dodgy as I limped in the drizzle along Chestnut Walk.

It must be terrible to getting access for the delivery drivers.

When I got in the foyer, I checked to see if any machines were free, and both were. So I hastened up to the flat and brought down the 4thu08washing and got the short cycle going.

As I went back up, Nora got out of the lift with her washing too. We had a short natter as best as two auditorily challenged people could. The wee-wees had reverted to the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) style.

Up and started to update this blog until it was time to go down and move the togs to the dryer. It was lovely to see, Mo, Gaynor and Big John sat there in the lobby. I got the clobber into the dryer. Much mirth, merriment, chinwagging, reminiscing and laughter flowed between us. Nora came down to move her washing to the dryer. I checked, and my stuff was almost dry enough. We had another laugh and natter between all five of us, as I removed and packed up my washing and cleaned the filter and helped Nora get her things into the dryer. Nora also helped me, when I dropped some socks on the floor, bless her.

4thu09I departed the company I was enjoying and back up to the apartment. Noticing a new poster on the lift foyer wall.

Had an SSWW. Got the oven warming for the meal.

The door chime rang out. It was the workmen who are calling tomorrow to do the pipework fitting and prepping for the Sprinkler System.

4thu25They told me they would move the heavy stuff for me. I thanked them both. And updated this blog to here, and got the nosh cooking proper.

Now the weariness came in floods. I could have worded that better!

I managed to view a complete episode of the ‘A-Team’ before nodding off!

Zzzz!