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

2019 Aug 17

2019 Aug 17

Saturday 17th August 2019

Croatian: Subota, 17 Kolovoza 2019. godine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Virgin blue narrow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inchcockski Today – Sat 3 August 2019: A communicationless day, ending badly. Humph! TTFNski.

2019 Aug 03

2019 Aug 03

Saturday 3rd August 2019

Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 3 Lùnastal 2019

23:30hrs; I woke in need of a wee-wee. The general performance in getting out of the £300, c1968, mind-blowingly crude beige-coloured, rickety recliner, was more comfortable than it has been for months. The ailments must have still been asleep! Haha! So good and pain-free was I, that I didn’t use the stick to get to the grey plastic wee-wee bucket at all!

WD 0.0.150 However, unfortunately, the passing was of the UWBUS (Ultra-Weak-But-Uncontrollable-Sprinkly) version. I think I prefer the power-blast type, at least I know when things are finished. Hence, the first job was to clean and sanitise the bucket and me and change my PP’s. (Disesteem-Mode-Engaged!)

It felt very nippy this morning. The new unwanted kitchen windows were steamed up inside and moist on the outside? I put the dressing gown on.

I moved the hanging handwashing to the stand-up airer.

WD 0.0.150 Then the need for another wee-wee arrived. Aha, I was cunning. I decided to use the sit-upon Throne this time. But things were not the same as the last wee-wee. (I should be so lucky!) This was an ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) wee-wee. The blast-back soaked things that should not have been soaked! I had to clean up the floor, cabinets, sink and myself! Such was the force of the spraying! How things can change like this, is beyond my understanding? Bending down did me no good, and started Anne Gyna off. Galumph! But, it did make me aware that the stomach had bloated a lot overnight, and had gained a few extra marks. There appear to be some new spots taking hold as well. At the bottom of the heart op scars. It could have been how I was laying in the gungy rusty-recliner, perhaps?

1Mon02

5Sat01I retrieved the hemadynamometer from the medical drawer and failed three times to get the machine to operate. Got it to go on the fourth attempt, though, and with fair results again too. Sia 142, Dia 72, Pulse 86.

However, the body temperature was still very low, I thought, at 34°c. I must mention this on Monday when I go to the surgery for the annual CHD test, the extra CBC and the Lipid assessment test. A Shame that Lipid can’t be quoted in an acronym form, I could have made a hat-trick there! Hahaha! 

That got me thinking, where the term hat-trick came from. So I looked it up on Google: The term originated in cricket during 1879, where it refers to three wickets taken by a bowler in three consecutive balls, traditionally rewarded with the presentation of a hat. No charge for this information! Financial Donations gladly accepted, though. Hehehe!

I made a start on the updating of the Friday post. It was a long slog, with the finger ends playing up and not recording anything they touched to the brain! Then…

Vir s 0.0.150

IMG_1212WD 0.0.150 Making progress decelerated even more! The damned operation of updating and getting it posted off to WordPress, took me over five hours! It was daylight by the time I’d completed it! Misty in the distance mind.

Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet then decided it would start to die occasionally on me! Progress fluctuated between a dead stop, and frustratingly sluggish! Ah, it’s weekend again! See how clever I was to spot that? Sad really!

I tried doing a defrag on Norton, they now call it a clean-up apparently. It performed this in about three seconds? Then I tried uploading another photo on WordPress. But no luck, it wouldn’t/didn’t have it. Oh, Globstagglefunk!

WD 0.0.150 I looked up how to do a defrag. Chose all three drive options, including the massive old external Passport drive I use, and it started defragging. The first two drives took all of three seconds to do. The Passport cleaning was about ten minutes. As I recall from years ago, the defragging took ages and yonks?

I tried uploading the photo again. It took it but struggled, and it cost about five minutes to go on.

Hello, the Porcelain Throne beckons. Back in a bit…

WD 0.0.150 Well, that was different, in the extreme! The first shock that tool some comprehending was the lack of pain. Then the softness. Then the flow stopping with what was obviously a lot more to come yet? I expect to be trotting back to the Throne again soon.

WD 0.0.150 Washing my hands after the evacuation of sorts, and the right arm had a mini-session of directing an orchestra! It was over within 30 seconds and back to normal as it can be. But I still had to dry the floor and my torso and legs of the splashed water from the sink. Ah, well!

I was doing alright, really. With the computer, Virgin Media Internet, no one to socialise with, the leg and arm playing up, and the Throne changes; I feel I’m doing satisfactorily in the megrims and endogenous depression departments. I hope the computer problems don’t get too much and beyond me, that would do me no good!

 I was doing well with the aberrancies, instabilities, Whoopsiedangleplops, annoyances and vagaries of the day, I thought.

WD 0.0.150 Then, out of the blue, came an alarming weariness and a general, but definite disequilibriumness. A vertiginousness, a wooziness, that took over the body and mind. I don’t mind telling you, it shook me up, coming on so suddenly, in the twinkling of an eye.

6Sat02aI sat still in the chair for ten minutes to recover, but this didn’t work. I assumed lack of food for so long might be part of the cause, and got the fodder cooked prepared and served up. (Bulimia?)

I made the easiest to cook meal that I could. The vegetarian chilli, and heated the last sourdough bread. Another worrying factor to consider, was, is my abstemiousness for food on the wane?

Half-way through the nosh, I had to go to the Porcelain Throne. A failure, though, all wind. Washed and returned to the meal, the, oh, so too big a bowl of, of Soulful pulled jackfruit, smokey BBQ chilli with beans. ‘A scrumptious chunky chilli with chipotle and pumpkin seeds’ – with the black bean sauce and orange tomatoes that I had added to it. Could this be comfort eating?

I finished the, to me, delectable, delicious, dinner. After I’d washed the pots and took the evening medications, I still felt unsteady, weak, and so tired now.

WD 0.0.150 But sleep refused to come. My mind, sort of went into a lull, pause, or respite mode. I put on the TV, but didn’t even watch it properly, it was just company of sorts, while the mind stewed in turmoil, and the stomach stung, and Anne Gyna stabbed away at me.

6Sat03aI gave up on sleeping. I’ve no idea why, but I got up and went to the balcony, and took a shot of the evening sky through the windows.

The odd tap-tapping noise started again. It might have been pipework perhaps?

Off I trudged to the Porcelain Throne once more. Aha! Movement. Sloppy and messy, a little bleeding, and not a lot of evacuated material this time.

A good wash then did the teggies, and back to the second-hand, £300, c1968, horrendous beige-coloured, tatty, rickety recliner, determined to get some sleep.

Huh! I lay there for over an hour or so before the blessed kip arrived. But during this time, the tummy and Anne Gyna both calmed down.

Zzzz!

Inchcock Tuesday 16th July 2019: A day of inner-moaning. Tsk!

2019 July 16

2019 July 16

Tuesday 16th July 2019

Hungarian: 2019. Július 16, Kedd

22:00hrs: After falling asleep so early, I woke in a relatively refreshed mood, but still feeling a little tired. This was ignored at first, not given any deep thought. I was up out of the £300 c1968, second-hand, rickety, noisy, grotty-beige-coloured, disagreeably uncomfortable, sometimes working but as often not, recliner. Needing to use the almost empty EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) and being caught out, my not expecting the SSPPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful-Wee-wee) that flowed violently out from the bladder. I don’t know where the power came from. Haha!

I decided to get the hand-washing done straight away, and walking stick in support, I toddled carefully to the kitchen. After I had done the laundry, rinsing and got the t-shirt and socks on the airer, I tackled the health checks, and took the medications (far to early as I found out minutes later – Fool!

1Mon15WD 0.51.102 As I was getting the sphygmomanometer and thermometer out of the medical drawer, it dawned on me that the sun was still out, and what the time was! Jiminy Cricket, cripes and by gad, what an absolute harebrained, dumb, thick, addlepate I am! A supreme Shmo. Oy Vey!

I went onto the balcony to take a shot of the evening. With its finger-flesh tearing metal spring opener, I decided to be quick about it and not open the window to take the picture.

WD 0.51.102 Which was just as well, as I realised I was stood there naked taking a photograph! A Supreme+ Shmo this time! Oy-Gevalt! Can I get any help? I must be going bonkers! EEM (Extreme-Embarrassment) Mode Engaged!

I made a brew and got on with updating the Monday post. To my utmost pleasure and great joy, the digits, hand, and arm, rarely went into a dancing mode for the three and a half hours it took me to do the job. Fair enough, the shoulder did a bit of jiggling about, but even that wasn’t too often or violent. I’m having a mixed day up to now, some disastrous Whoopsiedangleplops, and some much-welcomed relief from the ailments. I am content for things to stay like this with the dancing limbs, though.

I nipped to the wet room, in anticipation of needing the Porcelain Throne – but I’m afraid things seemed blocked again, and all my bestest efforts and discomfort endured, failed to move anything.

Just a point of interest, I have noticed that recently, since the Stroke, my fingernails on the left hand are growing far more quickly than those on the right one? Also, the right leg, which has and is affected by so many ‘issues’, they keep changing their capacity for fluid retention, one day the left if fatter, then the next day, the right one is plumper?  In recent communications from various medical letters from different teams, the following terms have been used; Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Medullary/Myelin sheaths, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, and Peripheral Neuralgia. Surely some of these will be the same thing? It all confuses this already confused pensioner! Haha! I’ll have to ask Lynton if I remember, he’ll know. I’ve Googled them, but cannot understand all that came up. Just a couple of confusing thoughts I had this morning. Thick? Me?… Yes!

GC capI found that I had left my new light blue Andy Cap in the room. And with the ailments so being so kind to me, I took a selfie of me smiling in celebration. Hehehe!

I posted off the blog and went on the WordPress reader. Did a bit of Facebooking next.

Then onto CorelDrawing for a few more hours, creating some graphics for page headers and Thoughts for the blogs. Then I made a start on this post.

I had to nip out for a Porcelain Throne visit.  No bleeding, and it seemed a little less effort and a good deal less painful to complete the motion this time.

With getting up so early, I treated myself to a YouTube viewing hour or so. Mostly documentaries and car-crash clips watched. Then, I got the ablutions tended to…

2Tue02WD 0.51.102 The sickly old pins (legs) looked to have deteriorated somewhat from yesterday. The lumps were far worse in the right limb.

But, on the brighter side, the ankle ulcer is improving quickly. No Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna or Duodenal Donald were giving me any stick, either!

2Tue03WSA 0.51.102 Got the teggies cleaned. Then the shaving was done. But at a cost! Thanks entirely to the Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Polyneuropathy, or Peripheral Neuralgia prompted shakes, quivers, and Hokey Cokey-like, dancing fingers, shoulder and leg! They are all clever-sounding words, I must find out which is which! Hehehe!

I must get prepared for the INR blood nurse arriving in a bit. With the new Intercom not being heard correctly, well, not at all really!

WD 0.51.102 I set about rereading the leaflets again, in-depth, to try to find out if I could increase the ringing tone on the baffling contraption.

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WD 0.51.102 I’ve no idea how, but I was sure the left icon would change the ringing tone level, and the right end one, the voice audio status. And I dare not move from the hallway at all, even for a wee-wee, whatever. I spent about two hours in the hall, making no progress at all. Eventually, I managed to (What I thought was) the voice-audio set to a third, but the flaming tone range went to Muted! I do not have an inkling, as to how this happened. I was getting myself all het-up, bothered, flustered, and frustrated here!

I heard Josie’s door open and had a little natter with her.

WD 0.51.102 I spotted even more bumpf had been delivered. 

2Tue07

  1. A confirmation letter for the appointment with Dr S K Raghunathan, at the Stroke Outpatients for 20th August, Corridor N5 at the City Hospital.
  2. Nottingham City Homes Important Notice for Woodthorpe Court Customers. Notification of Interruption of Water Supply. For Tuesday 23rd July at 09:00hrs.
  3. The work will take up to eight hours.
  4. A recommendation that we stock up with water the evening before each of the days, in containers, bottles, and saucepans.
  5. The NCH can supply bottled water if you contact Nick Jones on a certain number. Great for deaf people that!

WD 0.51.102 This can go with another from Nottingham City Homes letter.

  1. That informs us that ‘Engineers from Second Element’ will be on-site to carry out essential maintenance to the Water Supply System: On Wednesday 17th, Friday 26th, and Monday 29th July.
  2. Between the hours of 0830am and1700hrs.
  3. With a recommendation that we stock up with water the evening beforehand, in containers, bottles, and saucepans.

WD 0.51.102 And.

  1. A letter from the Queens Medical Centre, Haematology, and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic. Mr Adamczyk, for the annual medical blood and vein count-type assessment, on August 28th, at 11:15. 
  2. Then at 1220hrs hours, Dr Nishapuri for a mental health examination.

WD 0.51.102 That can go with the Outpatients appointment for the duodenal ulcer checks! 

Ain’t gerrin’ older a pleasure, so peaceful and relaxing being retired and handicapped in various departments! No damned rest, peace-of-mind or rest here at all! Globallglocks!

WD 0.51.102 After ponderations, I decided to check on the intercom picture for a while to make sure the nurse had not arrived, and I pass her coming up as I go down in the lift. (Yes, both elevators are now working again!) And keep my eyes out for the nurse, and call to leave a message for Deans to get me some help with the not loud enough monitor thingy. When I got outside, I noticed some NCH workmen doing something with the windows outside the laundry room. I asked one if he had a company phone and the man said yes. Seemed a pleasant enough bloke, so I asked him if he could call Deana for me, about my not hearing the ring tone on the new intercom system. He went and got the number and rang her for me. But there was no answer. So he offered to come up to the flat with me, and see if he could help.

WD 0.51.102 In the flat, the helpfull chap agreed that the layout was vastly confusing, as it did not match with the plans that were given me. The chap worked out that I had got it wrong in thinking one icon meant the voice level and the other for the ring tone. One was for up the other down, no control over the ring-tone level it seems. Although something of that ilk should be there for the engineers, perhaps?

I got back to doing the updating of this blog. The nurse hasn’t arrived yet, so I can assume she is not coming? Maybe tomorrow? Something else to fret over! Humph!

2Tue08I got the fodder on the go.

Something new for me to try today. I piece of smoked bacon, vegetarian sausages, and smokey BBQ rice, with some BBQ sauce, added? What do you think?

I wonder if the nurse will come or not today? If it is a different lady, it is just about possible that she will come later on. Not that that will do much for me. I really need to try and get some sleep in if I can. And, if I fall asleep, I doubt if I will hear the new intercom’s weak tune. Oh, I am fed up!

She did not arrive, so I hope she’ll come tomorrow.

I fell asleep for a few minutes and checked the intercom panel, but no one had rung for me.

2Tue09I finally got the nosh served up.

I vegetarian sausages looked a little on the unappetising side, but they tasted alright. I must try some of this Bens BBQ rice again. If it on Special Price at £1, on my next visit, I get some more. Very tasty!

Taste Rating given was 7/10. Good stuff!

I did the hand-washing, got down, and fell asleep again. I woke up later, but the willingness of the mind and body to rise again, was reluctant to be roused, and I nodded off again.

3Wed01gI woke again, what the expergefactor was for this, I don’t know. But, I did rise up and consulted the notebook, to see if anything worthwhile had happened to add to the blog.

I could read ‘fire alarm’ written a few times. But what else at the bottom, beat me, and I wrote it! Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Frid 12 July: Most hurtful day for months. Power cut supplied via the sprinkler fitters, for seven hours! Pissed-offedness all day!

2019 July 12

2019 July 11

Friday 12th July 2019

Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 12 Luchar 2019

01:30hrs: I woke up with a start, and in surprisingly good spirits, beyond one’s expectations, considering my physical and mental health situation. This worried me somewhat. Naturally, this was most unnatural for me. Hehe!

I was out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, grotty and fading grungy-beige coloured, rickety-recliner, in no time, and with no seriously hard pains or troubles (Summat else to fret about, this is all so incredible to me! Haha!)

WD b 0.0.255 The EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) was utilised. But the welcome SSWWs (Short-Sharp-Wee-Wees) of yesterday, was replaced with a terribly-trying and painful ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee). By the time it was over, it felt like the time gained in my getting up so early had all been lost!

Pain 01RWDA b 0.0.255 As I hobbled over to get the slippers on, one of possibly, my equal-best-ever toe-stubbings was suffered, against the large Ottoman! The pain and residual stinging were so chronic for a while. I was so pleased (And Surprised at my will-power!) and that I kept my wailing and cursing in a silent mode. Well, I think I did!

5Fri01I made a brew and finished off the hand-washing I’d left soaking in the bowl.

I noticed later, the moon seemed to be red and low, in the night sky.  So, I opened the unwanted light & view blocking kitchen window, with the glass to clean that is unreachable, and took this terrible photo. It was drizzling a bit outside.

Pain 01RWDA b 0.0.255 As I started the computer to update the Thursday post, the summoning from the innards for the Porcelain Throne to be visited, was answered. I really believed that the last couple of evacuations I’d taken were the most painful ever – I was wrong! This one must have come close to the claim, though! This massive, colossal evacuation must have been one of the biggest-ever! It needed several flushing! As for the discomfort… Arrgh! Things were getting back to my regular unhappy happenings now, after the over-optimistic start to the day. Hehehe!

Back to the computerisationing. The fingers and hands, in fact, apart from the dancing leg, all the other right limbs were not playing up at all! Even the Virgin Media was going well (I beg that I don’t regret saying this later!). Only three wee-wees were needed over the hours it took to do the post. Every one now of the RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) style. Which was fair-enough for me; at least I could tell when things had stopped, cause the pain eased off. Haha!

Many hours later, I got the post all finished and sent it off to WordPress. Then I realised I had not taken the morning medications yet. What a fertummelt old fool I am!

5Fri005Off into the kitchen, even having the nous and sense to stop half-way, and returned for the walking stick. (Smug-pleased-with-oneself-Mode-Adopted!).

As I opened the unwanted light & view blocking new window to take a shot of below, I took a blind shot. This being due to my fear of using the stepladder and coming off of it again manifestly, perspicuously, and colliding with the floor, and ending up with back pain and a bruise on my bonce! When I leant out to take the picture, the smell was a delight to my nostrils. It was obviously the petrichor of the late evening downp5Fri004our, that had dried up or was drying up quickly, judging by the marks in Chestnut Way, and raindrops on the unwanted, nasty, wide, overhanging, black-painted, photographers-nightmare window ledge.

The clouds looked nice but were later covered in a light mist or fog, as was the distant views.

5Fri003aI put the olive oil in the ears, and drops in the eyes, the cream on Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Then got the medication out from the blister-pack, and made a tasty strong brew of the Glengettie Assam tea, and took them with me to the computer, Alway a dodgy, risky thing to do, with the walking stick hanging over an arm as I do it!). I observed that one tablet was of a proportionately larger size than the others. So, I assumed that it was one of the regular ones, but made by a cheaper supplier that the chemist had used. I don’t blame him, either! But it can confuse old senility-approaching people… like me! I took the tablets and pressed on with starting this blog, and yet again…

Virgin blue

I stopped doing the blog and made up a Morrison order for next week.

 The door chimes rang out. It was the engineer who’d come to fit the new communication portal on the wall.

5Fri006LieBlue Of course, I hadn’t forgot about him coming at all! But my greeting him with just the dressing gown and slippers on, did not go unnoticed. (Ahem!) I proffered cringing apologise’ and left him to the job. I got a ripe look in return, that correctly said; “The senile old fool!” I can’t say that I blame him, either!

5Fri08aWDA b 0.0.255 I shot into the wet room for a hurried wash and shave. I knew of the two cuts I made on the chin and lip in my haste, and when I got dressed and out, the man informed me of blood running down from my neck. Tsk!

He moved the clothing off of the hooks in the hall and got on with fitting the console. He soon had the job done and commenced to speedily bamboozle me the instructions on how to use the communicator. A good job he left me several A4 leaflets on it. He said he would go down and try out the system.

 As he left, the Fire Sprinkler fitter team arrived. They were plainly an expert, well-trained, demolition crew. After a while; Amidst the door slamming, drilling, knocking and general audial mayhem, I started to make up the Nottingham City Centre Hobble Photographicalisations. But I didn’t get it finished…

WD b 0.0.255 Total power loss!

I was in a picklement. Hoping I might save some of the Coreldraw work, when and if the power returns, no Emergency Wrislet, no landline telephone etc. Nobody explained or said anything to me. I had no idea what had happened. Other than the belief that the team had made a faux pa of some sort, and none of them knew what the problem was, what they had cocked-up, or how to get the electricity back on. They had blokes of sorts of shades coming and going, but no information for me. It happened at 09:25hrs. At 09:49hrs, a chap came in asking for a key to the electricity-box in the outer hallway. I explained that the one I had, an electrician waltzed off with it. Then his colleagues called him back outside. I followed, and there were six blokes around the opened box.

WD b 0.0.255 Losing the Coreldraw and possibly WordPress work already done, brought on feelings of being deprived, anxiety, snubbed, ignored, disappointed, heartbroken, dismayed, nefastousness, wretchedly miserable, displeased, disgruntled, and pissed-off – the only 5Fri007flat out of about 224, that this has happened to. Humph! Unlucky! What!

WD b 0.0.255 I sillily went to put the kettle on! Oy Vay, what a right Shlimazel!

WD b 0.0.255 I tried to think things through if there is no reconnection possible. I made some sarnies up, wrapped them and… wait for it; put them in the fridge to keep them fresh! What a right Bozzo and Shmegegge! With having no wrist or panic alarm working, I thought I’d better mention it to Obersturmführeress and Catwalk Model, Warden Julie soon.

5Fri005The noise of the drilling recommenced. Battery drills? No, they were using Josie’s electricity from next door! Cheek!

WD b 0.0.255 A right mess had accrued in the inner hallway, wrappings, flex, etc.! Loud wails of frustration as heard, but I thought better of going to have a look at the workmen.

The door slamming returned, they had wedged mine open, though. In fact, both fire-doors were stuck open!

5Fri007a10:30hrs. Suddenly it all went quiet! I went and took a peep. I picked up some bits of plastic and screws; I didn’t want to get them in the hoover, not that I can charge it up anyway, though. The Peed-offedness is growing worse!

I cleaned the emptied glass jars and bottles and took them down to the recycling bin. A chap nipped in front of me to put his wine and spirits bottle in. I said: “Alcoholics first, mate!” He saw the funny side and laughed! I went back up, with thoughts of having a shower in my demented brain. I was losing it here! I fond two blokes investigating the electricity box. One told me they were expecting an SSE and British Gas engineers to arrive. I need them both because of the convoluted mixture of suppliers in use! Hmm!

5Fri08bA different bloke came and cleaned up the outer hallway using Josie’s electricity. I got a Brain Clough book out to read.

10:50hrs, The banging of doors started again. Then the shouting mixed in with mumbling?

WD b 0.0.255 I was getting more depressed now. No computer, no TV, no radio, no intercom, no DVD; And all the computer work to do when help finally arrives. Grr!

Then, as I settled to read the book, I spotted two of the missing items from last week. Both were under the 1963 falling to pieces, second-hand Hopewell’s G-Plan, cabinet. A pod pea, and an air spray cap. Hehehe!

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I put the book down after a few chapters of the book and went to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. I was lucky enough to catch Julie and told her about my problem. No answer or advice, just acknowledgement. So I hobbled back to the flat, no doubt she will get in touch with the relevant department and let me know.

WD b 0.0.255 It really is rebarbative, this situation. I can’t go out to get any food for Josie’s nosh tomorrow. It’s already well gone my head-down time. I want to get the diary updated, which will mean it’ll be hours beyond mt sleep-time. And will I get up early enough tomorrow, to go and get some potatoes from Sherwood? Double Humph!

Julie called at the flat and told me an electrician from Nottingham City Homes will be calling and will sort the problem out for me.

14:25hrs: A man called from Great Western Electricity? Another arrived as I was talking to the first one. I could tell them nothing. All the sprinkler men had made another mess and gone again. I suggested he calls at the hut.

5Fri08aI tried to clean up the hallway with the battery Black & Decker vacuum, but it died a death.

I studied the leaflets about the new intercom and entrance panel screen. But being such an irritated and now tired state as well, the advice and pictures were not being absorbed well at all.

5Fri08I went to the panel for an assessment of sorts. Oh, dearie me!

WD b 0.0.255 I found three missed calls on the screen! I had feared this might happen. I could not hear the tone ringing. The requests may have come in when the Sprinker lads were banging door or drilling, but there is no way of knowing!

5Fri007cJust what I didn’t need; another leaflet, this time telling me about work on the water supply, for three separate days! I am to leave the plug out of the toilet sink. Hah! Does no-one listen? I keep telling people about the sink not draining, and how it costs me a fortune in drain unblocker fluid every week as it is! And it overflowed last week!

WD b 0.0.255 I am absolutely getting to the end of my tether with all the work going on. We’ve had how long now? Over two years? It’s aided me having the Stroke. Thrown the IRN level all to pot. I’ve tripped over a mat outside a flat, and they have removed mine and others on Health & Safety grounds. Fell off of the stepladder repeatedly. The new light and view-blocking windows I cannot reach to clean, even if I was fit enough: Started Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna off. I get on the wrong buses repeatedly. Diagnosed with Axonotmesis, Peripheral Neuralgia and Diabetic Polyneuropathy. Gone partly crippled and bonkers. Contracted Lethologica and Mental Dysmorphic Disorder, have to wear ankle support straps, use a stick or trolley guide! I am the only flat to get the Evil-Boll-Weevils invasion. Now, the sole flat that the Fire Sprinkler crew have cut the power to for about eight-hours and left a right mess for me to clean up. Forever losing and dropping things. Life is currently persistent in doing my physical and mental health no favours! Humph!

14:30hrs. An electrician arrived from Nottingham City Homes and set about sorting the problems.

Then the Sprinkler men returned, a little door banging, mess making, cover cutting and drilling followed. Then a chap said, they were going to clean up as they had finished now and would be on their way. This gave me a little heart -they were going to clean up!

Here’s what I had to clean up. The inside and outer hallways.

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Shortly, true to his word, the power was back on. I got the kettle on and updating this post.

Which took me a couple of more hours to get up to here.

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5Fri016Pee’d-off, even more frustrated, tired and knackered, I got then nosh ready.

I was way too tired and irritated at life and its Inchcock-bound Whoopsiedangleplops and disasters, to fully appreciate the fodder but was glad I made up the sarnies earlier. Those French fries were terrible, so foul – then it dawned on me…

WD b 0.0.255 The cock-up by the Fire Sprinkler crew, knocking the damned apartment’s power going off for so long, has kiboshed all the food in the freezer! I’ll have to dish it, and replacements bought – how, I don’t know, physically it will take me days with the little trolley carrying space, and finding the time. Of course its weekend again, another no-help or advise available situation.

I’m more bent-out-of-shape and forlorn, woebegone and Angry with life than ever! It’s been four horribly horrendously hurtful-to-live days now, and I’m getting more irritable, cantankerous, short-fused, huffy and exasperated than ever.

I wonder if I can claim against the Sprinkler company? Loss of the food, Stopping my getting out for fresh fodder, causing undue-suffering, my lack of sleep, damaging the wall, radiator paint, and me! Hehe! I’ll try my best to catch up with the Nottingham City Homes Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Housing Patch Manager and Razzle Magazine Model, Angela Gould, and ask for her advice on this.

5Fri017I left most of the nosh.

I had to get up for a failed wee-wee and washed the tray and plate etc.

I took this photo as the night neared 21:00hrs, six hours later than my usual head-down time.

I was too weary for any recrimination and accusation to be mused over.

What a miserable, frustrating, hope-robbing, enthusiasm destroying, and crap day!

Yours faithfully; from a pathetically, persecuted, unlucky, had enough, depressed, pee’d-off, and shattered, Inchcock. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Friday 7th June 2019: I got myself in a pickle with the dates, then realised I hadn’t, but I had! I hope I’m back on track now. Might have to give up; the after-effects of the stroke are more afflicting than I thought. Humph!

2019 7 June

2019 April 06

Friday 7th June 2019

Malagasy: Zoma 7 Jiona 2019

WD 84.0.84 03:30hrs. Although sleep was in short supply last night, plenty of nightmarish dreams were supplied to torture my poor old blood-short brain. I can only recall bits of any detail, being chased in crumbling abandoned buildings again, falling from a plane, a self-operation to replace a certain undersized appendage, being kept in school… not the most cheerful of things to let one’s thoughts wander over, pretty glad to wake up, actually. Within a few seconds, the mechanics of the body informed me I needed a wee-wee (Fancy that, me, wanting a wee. Hehehe!). 

WD 84.0.84 I removed my body from the £300, second-hand, rickety, grotty-beige coloured, c1968 recliner, gained my balance and took the three paced without the stick, to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket), and had an SSWW (Short-Sprinkly-Wee-wee), adding to the few pints already in the bucket. As I turned to gather the accoutrements spread around, to take to the kitchen for washing, I came close to an Accifauxpa as the 5Fri002ankle gave way. I’m still not sure how I managed to avoid going over, but was nervous enough about it, to decide to put on the Ankle Support Strapping, as the toe was looking far less virulent and not so painful.  Which meant tackling the infamously dangerous Sock-Glide!

5Fri001I then made a check of the pins and the toe first. A new, erm, unknown blotch had appeared of the top of the left leg. The blood papsules had started to come back again on both of the lower limbs. I removed the socks and got them in soak with the shirt, in the bowl in the sink.

5Fri003aWD 84.0.84 The poorly right foot stubbed toe; although still a bit tender, seemed to be making great healing progress. And some pretty patterns, too. Haha!

The next job was to tackle the nervous making Sock-Glide. Praying that there will be no shaking or dancing from the Axonotmesis, and the Peripheral neuropathy affected right leg, 5Fri005while I was using the glide. Luckily, none came this time.

Placed the frame on a level surface first. Then I got the sock on the frame, without any finger trapping. This was a rare event. Usually, I end up with at least one blood blister or a bit of flesh being scraped off a finger. Hehe! Things were going well! But of course, with my record of 5Fri006Accifauxpas, I was not letting my guard down and remained vigilant to the dangers that lurked from the mega-difficult to use locking device.

I got the right foot first into the sock on the frame, as this was the more painful, obviously. I’m not saying there was not a few silent ‘Oohs’, and ‘Arghs’; but I managed to sock the foot. The left one was far easier to do.

I noticed how bad the fresh papsules were looking as I looked at these shots of the mastering of the Ankle Support Strapping, that I had fitted so easily. Fib-Mode-Engaged!

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The right-hand fingers started to do their electricalish-jumping, so the pictures are not too good this time.

I must admit, with the Ankle-Support fitted, I do feel a lot more confident, especially when the right-leg does one of its Hokey-Cokey routines, or collapse to the right-hand side.

5Fri08The wee-weeing suddenly became very frequent, they were all still of the SSWW, though.

Off to the wet room, and the Porcelain Throne. By gum, what a thud when the evacuation came. I felt a few pounds lighter and somewhat sore afterwards. Hehe!

5Fri08aI checked the hand washing drying.

Made a brew, did the health checks and took the medications. Sys 144, Dia 88, Pulse 59 and Temperature 35.8°c.

WD 84.0.84 I tackled the task of updating the Wednesday blog, and what a job it was today! The dang annoying and frustrating electrifying-fingers, thanks to the Axonotmesis, and the Peripheral neuropathy were at their worst for me this morning. Without doubt, it took me longer than it ever has before, and my will-power, patience, and mental-stamina were tested to the full extent! I definitely spent more time correcting that the original writing! I feel proper, Ferblunjit!

The SSWW type wee-weeings were often coming. Somehow, I think this, with the ever-needing-correcting-typing, is tiring me; if that is possible? My spirits are lower now than when I woke? Ah, feeling-sorry-for-myself Mode, perhaps. Not having that. So I got on with creating this blog. Many hours, corrections and wee-wees later, I went on CorelDraw to make up some ‘Thoughts’ and page-top headers in advance.

Then, I went on TFZer Facebook for a catch-up and photo posting session.

WDPAa I went to get the potato and cheese ready, and getting something out of the cupboard, I pulled out the vinegar, a box of tomato puree and a tin of tomatoes out of the closet – knocked off the basin of potato and cheese, banged my right hand (decent bruise coming up), then lost my rag and sore at myself! It seems every time I get partly contended I forget about the hand and leg shakes. I am now fed up with myself, and have to clean-up and save what I can to make the meal.

Back to depression, and angry with it! That’s not me, usually.

5Fri25Excessive weariness dawned on me. Computer off, and I got some food really early today.

Beans and vegetarian sausage, a beef pasty and instant mash cheesy potatoes.

Sat down to think through how I had let myself get so worked-up and why…

I fell asleep.

WD 84.0.84: When I woke up, I looked at my second-hand £2 wristwatch with its new £10 strap, and really believed it was 06:00hrs in the morning. “Christ! I thought; I’ve had a mega-long sleep! I suppose I must have needed it, great balls of fire… I slept for over fifteen hours!

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I felt great as I got my scarily-flabby again body freed from the £300 second-hand, rickety r6Sat05ecliner, without as much as a twinge from Arthur Itis or Anne Gyna! Off for a wee-wee, of the SSWW variety.

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I got the kettle on, did what I thought were the morning health checks. Sys 137, Sia 70, Pulse 91, The temperature was 40.2°c. I could still taste the cheesy potatoes as I belched doing it. Not like the flavour to stay so long with me. (My Cock-Up, again didn’t dawn on me yet!)

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I thought about Josie’s cheesy nosh and wondered if she wanted it on Saturday for Sunday this week. So I dropped a note in her door asking her to let me know. Bear in mind, as this time, I truly believed it to be Saturday morning. Klutz!

WD 84.0.84WDPAa 6Sat06Continued: I then foolishly took the morning medications! Not the evening ones!

Still, I was blindly and oblivious to what time, day, month or almost anything that was going on, but sillily in a content sort of mood, still thinking I had had a record-breaking length of time asleep, and happy to feel that way! Twit!

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I saw it was raining with a little mist, so I went on the balcony and took these photographs of what was meant to be the morning dew. Humph!

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IMG_0171WD 84.0.84 Continued: I got the hand washing already done on the drier, only the kitchen towel and a cleaning cloth.

I still failed to pick up on anything wrong. Fool!

WD 84.0.84 Continued: I went for another SSWW, although perhaps a little weaker this time. And checked-out the pins at the same time.

WD 84.0.846Sat07 Continued: They looked excessively pale again.

Much less water retention, but too many of the new, I assumed were Axonotmesis caused blotches and growths were back again.

WD 84.0.84 Embarrassingly Discovered: The door chimed-out its Dusty Springfield’s “I only want to be with you!” tune. It was Josie, and what a mess I made of the conversation, as it slowly dawned on me, that it was still Friday, and not Saturday morning yet! When Josie said, “I have just got back from visiting family…” I thought that’s odd, getting home at 07:00hrs in a morning? How disconcerted and abashed I felt as it dawned on me… well it didn’t, Josie had to tell me that it was Friday now! I cringed inwardly, as I got it wrong twice before it sank in! Tsk! Still, I know now that Josie wants her meal tomorrow at 13:00hrs. I thanked her, questioned my sanity, and red-faced. And withdrew into the flat…

I was right ferblunjit now. Confused as it is possible to be. The brain needed convincing of the truth. Mainly, that I was losing it, I had had, only three-hours kip, as opposed to the believed fifteen, it really was still Friday night, and hope for a reasonable recovery was now at a low ebb!

The mix-up got even worse when I opened WordPress on the computer. It took me ages to accept that I had not made an error on the dates of posts, but kept going back to thinking today was Saturday and altering posts, then changing them again, until I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I just hope that things are something like right now.

Supreme Frustration Mode adopted, along with some self-hatred and loathing mused over.

The mind was all at six’s, and seven’s now!

I updated this post. Then went on Facebooking. Then the WordPress Reader.

But, I needed banality, a breather, and most iportantly, not to start the mind working, fretting and wandering… So I made a brew and put the TV on.

Inchcock Today – Wed 5 June 2019: The day slowly got my poor mind, into the depth of confusion. Nowt new there, then! Tsk!

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2019 June 5

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Wednesday 5th June 2019

Welsh: Dydd: Mercher 5ed Mehefin 2019

23:20hrs: I sprang awake, in grave need of a wee-wee. No time to faffle-about or for my aboulomania! I freed myself from the £300 second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige, tatty, beloved, rickey rusty recliner and gained my balance; taking care not to do any more toe stubbing! As I made my way to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket),  the pain from the previously nastily-stubbed toe seemed a lot less, But then, I had not been wearing the Ankle Support, or shoes for over a day?

WD 0.0.0a By the time I’d covered the few feet to get to the bucket and relieve myself of the SNSWW (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-Wee), I had changed my mind about the stubbed-toe-pain. It is 3Wed01astill stinging, now I had been standing and walking on the plates again! Tsk!

I examined the damaged digit, and took a photo of it, using the new Canon camera.

Even the left hand was a bit shaky this morning. Humph! The toe seemed to be getting less swollen, fingers crossed.

3Wed001The pins (legs) appeared to have lost some water retention. They looked considerably less warped and misshaped, too. Also, I think a little less anaemic looking (Or maybe that was the lighting in the front room?).

WD 0.0.0a Some new lumps and papsules were coming through. I couldn’t see any new growths, spots or blotches, though. Good!

On to CorelDraw, to do the political fun and Thoughts graphics for the next two days.

WD 0.0.0a I then got the kettle on for a brew of the Glengettie tea and did the health checks. Sys 166, Dia 88, Pulse (still low I think?) 54, and the temperature was at 35.5°c.

3Wed03Next, I made a brew, then started on updating the Tuesday blog for publication. This was done with reasonable alacrity, thanks to the ring and fingers end temporarily losing their electric-like jumping and dancing every time they come into contact with anything hard, like the keyboard buttons. Nice to do some work without the frustration of this, peripheral neurology ailment. Or, as the medical centre called it, ‘One of your too-many medical issues, you have’ when they refused to tend to my feet and nails, on Monday. That reminds me, if I have not done the calendar wrong again, and Caroline comes today, I must remember to inform her that the doctor told the Age UK lady when she rang the surgery, in an effort to get help for me; She (The Doctor) would either phone me or call on me this afternoon. Surprised me that did, she’s never been to the old house of new flat before? And, of course, there has been no contact made.

The wee-wees were steady enough this morning, only four in three hours.

Around 02:30hrs, I took the medications, forgetting how early it was. Schmuck! Grumph! Twit!

I got the t-shirt washed, wrung and hung to dry while I was doing other things.

3Wed04Then, I went on Facebook to add some photos I’ve not had time to do and catch up on my beloved TFZer Facebooking.

Made another brew, and got ready for the ablutions at 07:00hrs(ish).

Took a shot of the odd-looking windy morning, from the unwanted, light & view-blocking new kitchen windows. And off to the wet room for a wee-wee.

I got on with yesterday’s post’s Pinterest photo adding.

Then, I decided; yes, it has been known for me to make decisions in the past. Usually wrong the ones, mind. But still. Along with my lethologica, this with my famous aboulomania (pathological indecisiveness), is a relatively new hindrance, that has joined the labyrinth of ailments recently. But decide (rightly or wrongly) I did, to get the t-shirt I’d washed earlier wash on the flat-airer, and get the other, brown bath towel washed. Then left it to start drying, and got the ablutions done.

WD 0.0.0a Not one of the best shower sessions, due to the toe being caught a few times. However, the electric-finger-ends seemed less bothersome. And the toe, having put on some socks, was stinging somewhat, wait until I try to put the shoes on! Oy Vey!

WD 0.0.0a The INR Blood nurse called a different one this time. So, I assumed that I made an error (Don’t laugh! Haha!) in putting Caroline down for a visit. Tsk!

I got the shoes on, (Argh! The toe!) dressed, the three-wheeler trolley, and shot out to catch the bus into Arnold.

WD 0.0.0a Getting ready to go my way, I could not find the new camera. Stroke Support worker and cat-walk model, Caroline arrived. So, I had made a cock-up on the calendar. A bit rushed this morning, and she had to move fast. She decided there was nothing she could do for me and cancelled the next visit. The Thursday next visit, which I felt sadly, might be the last one, with Sonia 3Wed05a1(or Sophie) might go ahead, if it does, we will try out the four-wheeled trolley on a bus trip.

No big smile from Caroline when I asked to take her photograph with the three-wheeled trolley, today, on our way to her car.

They are busy gals, doing a marvellous job though. I was fixated with finding the camera, much to Caroline’s annoyance, quite rightly too. I decided as I walked her to her car, to go up to Aldi and get some sourdough bread. But by the time we had reached her vehicle, the right toe was stinging too bad for a walk that far. I said my farewells to Caroline, and returned morosely, slowly, and limpingly to flat.

3Wed05a1aI thought on the walk back; I knew it was inevitable, the ending of the visits, but sadness still overcame me.

In the flats to the foyer, no residents about at all, but there were some unhappy looking floor fitter chappies, working on the cut-through to the new Extra-care units, Windwood Heights, and the new offices for the Nottingham City Homes, catwalk models and Generaloberstesses Wardens.

I felt a tad lost, confused, sad and verklempt for some reason or reasons when I got in the apartment.

3Wed27I worked on some CorelDraw graphic making for a while. But the mind was stewing again, fretting over my actions, choices etc. I soon gave up through lack of concentration and made an early meal.

WD 0.0.0a I think it was a case of comfort eating, but I gulped it all down, and then I ate a bag of Marmite crisps and a few sweeties. Yet I enjoyed it?

Why I felt so down, suddenly was a mystery. Depression, I suppose, but why?

I got washed and down in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch a ‘Frost’ episode on the TV. I fell asleep, which was a surprise to me.

WD 0.0.0a I was woken by the mobile ringing and shaking, which without any hearing aids, also surprised me a bit that I heard it? But by the time I had stirred and grabbed at the mobile, dropped it, retrieved it, and failing twice to get the thing answered as it would work for me, it was too late and whoever it was (number withheld), had rang off, or more likely this stupid phone had sent them through to the message thingy.

Mega-fed-up now. It might have been the doctor about the feet or legs? I feel that my mind insisted of it own accord, that I fall asleep again. Mercifully, removing some worrying anguish and self-pitying thoughts that were gathering in my bonce at the time.

I remember reading about Mental Dysmorphic Disorder a long time ago. I might look it up tomorrow, or not.

Sorry, I suddenly feel so low, can ‘t help it this time.

Cheers.

Inchcock – Sat 16 Feb 2019: A daunting, discouraging, and enfeebling day! Humph!

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2019 Feb 16

Saturday 16th February 2019

Swedish: Lördag 16 februari 2019

02:00hrs. When I woke up, it became apparent that I had either died or was still asleep! For there was no throbbing from the leg wound, and Duodenal Donald, Kidney Ache Kevin, Arthur sure, and Anne Gyna pains were all absent! Almost instantly on this realisation, the desperate need for a wee-wee arrived.

Then things got back to normal. As I started to choreograph my tactics to free myself from the delightfully snug environment of the £300 second-hand circa 1968 dilapidated, ramshackle rusty recliner, the pains returned, the moment I moved my first limb, in this order; Kidney Ache Kevin, the ankle wound stinging and throbbing, then Anne Gyna kicked at me.

Attempting to stand up, the left foot heel pains, Arthur Itis’s ridden knees, and Duodenal Donald joined in with the unpleasant actions from the other ailments. This habituated things back to normal, and I was sure now that I had indeed not died, nor was I asleep dreaming. In fact, I was getting a touch nervous about the lack of pains.

But there was no time to ponder over the situation, as the demand for the wee-wee was growing in severity. Luckily, the disinfected Emergency Grey Bin was only a few feet away, and this was a good job too!

WD 0.0.30A I tore the jammie cord from its stitching as I hastened to get things in position for the urinational duties! But still failed to avoid some overspill! I removed the jammie-bottoms and put them in soak with liquid-soap-flakes and Dettol disinfectant. This first release of the day was of the fierce LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) class. All following wee-wees were of the lesser harmful SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wees)

I mused a moment: Surely I must be due a betterer day soon, I pondered. Then I burst silently into singing ♫ Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside, oh, I do like to be… ♫ Why? I’m not certain. Mental derangement, insaneness, dementia, lunacy, asininity, stupidity, old age, drug-induced dottiness and delirium, delusion, illusion or psychosis? Who knows. But, I am sure that the good days of having a short-term memory and a degree of logicality and decision-making abilities are now irredivivous. Tsk!

I got the kettle on, and once again, as I did so, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. Another Trotsky Terence like-evacuation. Leaving a possibly even more gross after-aroma than usual behind.

I got the Health Checks, and medicationalisationing was done.

6Sat09

6Sat08The readings looked okay to me.

Gobbled the tablets and medicines, and then had another SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wee).

I set up the computer ready to start the updating of yesterdays blog, and the oddest of sounds were heard. Rather like wind coming from a released balloon? I had a look around 6Sat06everywhere, but could not find the reason nor source of the sound.

I even got the stepladder and had a look outside.

The sky looked so different from all the clouds up there, so I took this photographicalisation of it. I can use it a backdrop for a Thoughts graphic later, perhaps.

6Sat03I had a check of the pins while I was in the well-lit kitchen.

The wound was itching away again, but no pain, unless I scratched at it or banged it against something. Although, the feeling like there were worms under the skin was annoying and the devil’s own job to resist scratching at it!

Back to the computer and eventually got the blog finished and posted off. Then went on the WordPress reader. Then onto to TFZer Facebook site.

Made a start on this post up to here, and got some brekkers.

Made up one diary page topper on CorelDraw.

6Sat30WD 0.0.30A I took off the plaster from the wound as instructed to by Obergruppenführeress Nurse Ann. There were new growths beginning to come now, as whatever infection the wound is on the lower-leg, makes its way creeping all around the leg now. Tsk!

Had a right dizzy turn, so I turned off the computer and just sat down with my leg up. I fell asleep.

WD 0.0.30A Not so good, now. Although the wee-wees were getting fewer and further between, I was in a pickle with the Dizzies coming regularly, even if for only a few seconds at a time. Felt so drained and I’d done nothing much? The wound was demanding to be scratched, itching and now stinging, and then Little Inchies fungal lesion started bleeding. Then, when I tried to walk, pains from the wound began to make me tense up and more fed-up!

6Sat29I was letting the situation wrangle-me, and I did not like that, getting all sorry for myself.

So, I made a sandwich and some potatoes, for the nosh, although I didn’t feel too hungry at the time, I did eat it all up. Not that there was a lot of it.

At least now that the plaster had come off, I could get a shower.

WD 0.0.30A But, no! Guess who had left the hot water tap running when he put the dishes in the bowl to soak, and now has no hot water!

I watched a 1959 film on Freeview channel 81, and even more annoyingly, fell asleep and missed the last section of the movie – really depressed with things now! Worran horrible day!

Inchcock – Fri 8th Feb 2019: Sort of day, that one stops worrying about things, and realises Que Sera Sera! You can’t win anyway!

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23:52hrs. I woke up, the mind racing, battling incoming thoughts, ideas, and fears. Full of inconsequentialities, unconstructiveness, negativities, and dubiousness. All unhelpful, and ridden with habitual scepticism and lack of logicality or certainty! Eventually, the brain settled back into its accepting-mode of nebulosity and ambiguousness, and I released my overly-puppy-fatted bellied body from the £300 second-hand recliner.

WD128.0.0 The pins were solid as rocks, but less filled with fluid I think than yesterday morning. I’d have taken a photo, but haven’t found the camera yet!

Then it flooded back to me, the horrible afternoon I’d had yesterday. Memories were few and far between, from when I left the Social Hour hut. Thankfully I had taken some photographs to use for updating the Thursday post that tweaked the brain-box a little. Oh dear! Memory blanks, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis all had a good go at me I reckon!

Off to the Porcelain Throne. An even messier affair than the last one. Still, I found myself gently singing songs to myself as I cleaned things and myself up. Going potty has its benefits sometimes. Hehehe!

Got the Health Checks done, took the medications (Unsure of whether I should take a Furesomide tablet or not. I made a brew of tea.

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BP is still a bit high. Hey-ho!

Computer turned on. I’d received an email from the surgery. After all the fuss and hassle of sorting out the four appointments for me, the Shingle injection has been rearranged again. For Thursday 14th, at the same time as the Winwood Social Hour again! My luck is getting thinner on the ground lately, and the new ailments, etc. (Legs, foot, Kidneys, and Back-pain-Brenda, combined with memory blanks and dizzies are getting to me. A chance of Self-Pity-Mode adoption now Hehe!).

Got on with updating the Thursday blog. Then went on WP reader.

No wee-weeing, other than the initial. Should I be glad or sad? Tsk! At least, there has been no dizzies yet, and that’s a blessing!

Spent some time creating this post, and a couple of close wee-wee’s were needed.

I got the ablutions sorted out, no shower this early of course. But the Morrison order should be arriving in an hour (twixt 06:00>07:00hrs), so I pressed on with the scrubbing up. 

WD128.0.0 The dull kidney pains started as I got in the wet room, but eased off twenty-minutes later, then came on and off at will for the rest of the day! Tsk!

Where the second Porcelain Throne session was activated. A lot less messy this one, almost a pleasure. Haha!

Got sorted and dressed, gathered the washing bag for the laundry later.

Went on Facebooking while I waited for the Morrison food to arrive.

I couldn’t face any breakfast today. I think the kidney aches are putting me off, perhaps?

5Fri001bAshley arrived with the Morrison fodder for me.

I got it stored away. I now have an almost full freezer, fridge and several storage cupboards. Hehehe! They sent a freebie bottle of cordial, Melon, strawberry and something else. I can pass this on in the shed for someone. The milk bread was not so soft today as usual. Grumph!

I went on YouTube while awaiting the one-off delivery from Ocado.

5Fri002I’ve ordered some Marmite foods that Morrison do not sell from them. And, some Glengettie teabags. Two boxes of the normal Gengettie which is undoubtedly my favourite one of them all. And a box of Glengettie Special Gold teabags to try out! (Others that I am fond of), Strong Assam, Yorkshire and strong English Breakfast teabags, I have in abundance!

5Fri003aWhen the delivery arrived, I sorted it out.

I now have, Marmite flavoured biscuits, Crisps, Cheese, and Rice cakes stored away, along with the Genghettie tea bags and other stuff.

Some very nice looking turnips, and Chinese leaves. However, both are high in Vitamin K, and there is too much for me to eat while they are fresh. So, I took the leaves and two of the turnips with some food bags with me to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed, Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon lecture room. Breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Shoplifting training room. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, shed. If any of the gals are in, they can have a good half of the Chinese leaves and two turnips if they like them. Which will do me a favour, cause it will stop me overeating, cause they are high in vitamin K as well? But Nurse Nichole ♥♥♥ tells me I may eat just a small amount.

I set off down and to the shed, where Obersturmbannführeress Warden and Ballerina Julie was working away. She took the cordial, Chinese leaves and turnips, I’m glad to say. 

WD128.0.0 She mentioned that yesterday at the Social Hour: I was spotted falling asleep! I am blown if I can remember doing so. But it is believable with how I felt at the time. Oy Vey! I hope that doesn’t start again, the dropping off at any time, anywhere. Oh, dearie me!

WD128.0.0 I left and returned to my beloved Woodthorpe Court, with the kidney area becoming painful again. But this did not stop me seeing the funny side of the sign on the fenced-off walkway, with the thirty-foot drop on the right as I hobbled by it. Hehehe! I took these photographs and doctored them when I got home later, with Lovers’ Leap wording added to them. Hahaha! I must be feeling a bit better if the humour is returning! As usual, I anticipate regretting having said that!

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5Fri007aAs I crossed over to get to the flats, I snapped the bottom part of the building. I think that the new doorway being built on the right, will become part of the passageway through to the being built Winwood Court, and the Oberstleutnantess Wardens Holding cells, offices and possibly the bouncy castle on the roof? Haha!, I said I must be feeling better, I might be, right?

I met Malcolm in the foyer and passed acknowledgements with him.

5Fri08WD128.0.0 As I got in the lift, suddenly I didn’t feel any better, though. Hell of a visit from Dizzy Dennis made sure of that. I got out of the elevator and had to stand to lean against the wall for a while, before carrying on to the apartment. The drilling and dust continue from the workers doing sprinkler-prepping work. Seem and sound decent enough chaps to me.

I checked, but both of the washing machines were in use. Ah, well!

5Fri08aI got in the kettle on the boil.

I perched myself up two steps of the ladder so I could get beyond the ridiculously wide new unwanted window ledge, to take this photograph of below.

I think that might have been neighbour Malcolm in the white car escaping. I know he bought a new white one recently? Haha! He might be off to pick up his grandkids, I reckon. Or go to the bookies. Or to threaten his Bank Manager. Haha! Of course, it might not even be Malc at all!

Then, I can report that I had a four-minute brewed, first ever mug of the ludicrously pricey Ocado Glengettie Gold tea!

Chuffing hell, it was good! 

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This Gold variety is a blend of Assam and South African black. It has a flowery tang with it; Jolly tasty, but worth the extra cash to me.

The 100% Assam Glengettie is costly enough and not so sweet tasting, so I’ll stick with that one as my 3wed05favourite still. The next best is the Special Morrison Assam. Then the Gold Glengettie.

All three of them put the weak, watery, bland, tasteless but called Strong Twinings Assam to shame.

Sound a bit like an addicted expert tea 5Fri09sommelier, don’t I? Hehehe!

I think I’ll do some sandwiches for the meal today. With perhaps some pickled gherkins, Chinese leaves, tomatoes and a knob of Marmite cheese maybe?

I’ll see how I feel later. The old appetite has lessened lately. Might be due to the kidney problem?

I made a mug of Morrison Special Assam and nipped to the wet room while the kettle was boiling up, just to check that I had not left any lights or taps running. That little walk was hampered by the legs hurting again, not the left heel of the foot though? I had a look at the pins.

5Fri10aThe impression of a face that was above the knee yesterday had changed. But what into, I could not decipher. Ah, is it like a Skoda car badge?

But the legs had certainly got even harder and more fluid in them compared to earlier this morning.

So, back to the kitchen made a brew of Yorkshire tea and swallowed a Furesomide belatedly, with the lunchtime medications and did the Health Checks. BP was still very high.

I spent about an hour updating this blog further, then it started: the wee-weeing! The first one being an LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee), all following ones were of the LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wee) and frequent, mode. I’m getting fed up with this! Hahaha!

Got the cold nosh prepared after another three hours on the computer, that has CorelDraw playing up now! Grumph!

As I got the simple meal served up, the bloody weariness and drained sensation returned again5Fri34, suddenly so tired and weak.

I think that with no one seeming to think these periods are worth doing anything about, is more annoying than the periods themselves. Whoops, a drop of self-pity slipped in there, sorry.

I couldn’t eat anywhere near all of the nosh, Again! Yet it was tasty enough? I expect to get told off for eating white bread and my weight again soon. Sorry, Sister Jane. Hehe!

6Sat03I got settled down very early again, in the £300 second-hand 1968 rusty, rickety recliner with some spring water, jelly babies and got the TV on.

The legs felt like I had worms inside wriggling about, but the redness was getting far less.

The fatter fluid container on the left was now filed more than the one on the right, another reversal from the layout this morning. Hehehe!

As for watching TV: the A-team, Boon and Pie in the Sky… no chance! I nodded off at the first set of commercials during the A-Team!

Waking up hours later, in need of the Emergency Grey Bucket. So often it is hard to recall how many times it was utilised. Any more bits of sleep I got in, seemed to be in ten-minute segments between wee-wees!

Fed-Upski, now! Haha!

Inchcock – Friday 1st February 2019: Horrible day, Tsk!

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Friday 1st February 2019

Corsican: Venerdì 1 di Frivaru 2019

23:45hrs: I woke, and after the brain had found and engaged its first-gear, I seemed to feel in fine fettle, mentally. I was up and out of the ageing 1968 second-hand rickety recliner and into the kitchen in at such a rapid-rate-of-knots, it surprised me. I was cheered with finding the hot water was back on again, and no demands for any wee-wees yet either.

I set about doing the Health Checks.

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5fri001No dramatic changes noted to the readings this morning.

I took the medications and medicines and got the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie strong tea.

wd 0.0.30 Then, the first wee-wee of the day arrived, with little warning. Luckily, the emergency grey plastic bucket was close to hand to be utilised. This was an LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee).

5fri002wd 0.0.30 After which, just as unexpectedly and urgent as the wee-wee, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

Off I went to the wet room (I must have looked like a shortened fatter version of John Cleese doing a funny walk. Hehe!). The evacuation went very smoothly and unmessily.

Although a slight reluctance to be freed from the rear-end was indicated.

But this gave me a 5fri003achance to read some more of the sad, yet fascinating Victoria Wood biography.

I checked the pins. Fluid retention seemed to have gone down from last night, and a new papsule and welt had appeared. Still, it keeps the interest going, dunnit? Haha!

The left wrist began to itch like crazy, and I could not help but scratch away at it for ages. No marks on the skin? It felt a little like I had worms wriggling in the arm? It ultimately stopped bothering me and has not come back again.

Back to the kitchen and disinfected the little emergency grey bucket and left it handily placed twixt the kitchen and front room. (What me, fall over it? Ahem!)

I made a start on the Thursday blog. It took around five hours to get it done. Partly because of the number of things that had taken place yesterday, that I needed to recall, and the abysmal, wretched appalling performance of the Liberty-Global Virgin Media connection! 

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Would you buy a second-hand car from him?

I decided on some (Which shamefully turned out to be far more than planned – [Shame Mode Adopted] Tsk!) Scottish Shorties and another mug of tea for brekkers. Nice! Had an LHBLWW and back on the computer, to make a Morrison order for next week.

wd 0.0.30 The following hours were spent battling Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, I’m afraid. Memories are patchy.

5Fri34I found on the morning that the medications had been taken, so that was good.

I did have a meal though, because I found this terribly blurred photograph on it in the camera too.

Recalling taking the meds and doing the meal is impossible. But I’d filled in the result sheets?

A bad few hours. Tsk!

I had nodded off and woke up, feeling a lot better, but not right. (That about covers it, Huh!) I checked the place for stove, taps, light dangers, it seemed I had left nothing on that I shouldn’t have.

Reflux Roger was in as bad a mood as he has ever been.

Ah, well! TTFN.

Inchcock – Fri 4 Jan 2019: A brain-foggy day

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Friday 4th January 2019

Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 4mh Faoilleach 2019

23:25hrs. wd 0.51.51 Once again, I woke up with the urgent, nae, desperate Furosemide-induced need for a painful PHBLWW (Persistent, Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee). No time to make it to the wet room, I utilised the grey plastic bucket I nowadays keep handy for any nocturnal emergencies such as this. The evacuation was an extra-long one, and the splashbacks countered by my cunningly-clever ploy of placing kitchen towels over the proceedings. Smug-Mode Adopted! I have now lost all control over the process, and have to look down to see if things have stopped, as the sensation has also gone. It’s not easy, having to see down and over the mountainous stomach, you know! Oy Gevalt!

Approximately 00:05hrs. wd 0.51.51 Tapping/knocking noises were coming from somewhere above? Hope someone is not in trouble. They lasted on and off for about ten minutes or so.

I drifted into a feeling-sorry-for-Inchcock-mode. But not for long, I was stern as I chastised myself. Off I limped to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session and had an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) again as well. No bleeding from the rear, but Little Inchies Fungal lesion bled a good bit. wd 0.51.51

The ideas had grown for a humorous ode of my Thoughts, and it was the first thing I did before anything else, made up and posted the Ode off to WordPress. Taking two more PHBLWWs as I did so. But I think they are getting less in volume a bit now. The Ode link

I got the Health Checks done next.

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5fri003aSys and Dia were getting gradually lower again?

wd 0.51.51 Took the medications, finding out I had missed last nights doses when I fell asleep so early. Humph! So I just imbibed one Warfarin and a painkiller with the morning ones.

wd 0.51.51 Made a brew and as I was taking it, I needed another wee-wee. Grabbed a pot and did my duty… to find that something came out with the urine that shouldn’t have. I won’t show it here, but I took a picture of it to show the doctors next week. It might be dried blood that came from the Fungal lesion? But I am not sure. I’ll keep an eye on every discharge that follows today, if it happens again, I will call the surgery or 111. I’m a bit concerned with this. Always something extra to fret about at the weekends it seems!

wd 0.51.51 Hello, I’m involuntarily passing wind now! A lot of it! Might it be due to the side-effects of the Furesomide? There are more than enough of them on the list. Hehe!

5fri004wd 0.51.51 Off to the Porcelain Throne again. The check of the water-container legs, revealed that some of the papules had disappeared and some new ones matured? Why the red scuff marks on the knees? (These took me back to my formative years and joy on the carpet? Hahahaha!)

No problems passing-wise, other than everything was accompanied by the escaping wind. I thought it was crude, but comical at the time. Apparently, the cunning Furesomide sensed the porcelain and kept me waiting sat there so long, I read a bit of the book, as I waited for the PHBLWW (Persistent, Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) to end. I feel like I could plotz!

Back to the kitchen to make another brew. Funny that is, I have a thirst like never before, just when I do not need one. Or do I? Is it part of the Furosemide make-up, so I can clear out any impurities with the fluids? You may think I am getting all disoriented, confused and mixed-up about the problem? You’d be right, too! Tsk!

Oh, how I’d love to get out for long hobble, chinwags, natterings, seeing other tellurians and feeling alive! I’m an outpatient stuck indoors, with no nurses. Just thought I’d mention it, feeling sorry for myself again. Stop-it!

5fri006Back on the computer, I looked up for things that might be causing my current additional problems. I found out that, it may be a Phosphatidylethanolamine problem. Or not. Phospholipids consist of a hydrophilic (or ‘water-loving‘) head and a hydrophobic (or ‘water-fearing’) tail. Phospholipids like to line up and arrange themselves into two parallel layers, called a phospholipid bilayer. This layer makes up your cell membranes and is critical to a cell’s ability to function. Simple isn’t it? Not a good idea to look things up on the internet, when you are as uneducated and thick as what I am. Hahaha!

Two more PHBLWWs later, I got on with updating the Thursday blog, at last. Took me longer than usual, as Dizzy Dennis was making a few appearances. During which, the Wee-wees turned into SPWWs (Sharp-Painful-Wee-wees), not so long in duration now, but still powerful jets and splashbacks.

I’d been forgetting to check the fluids in the grey bin for foreign matter. What a schmuck! I’ll scrutinise the next one.

I made a beginning of starting this post next. Between SPWWs and the never-ending drive to shove tea and water down my gullet.

Decided to get some brekkie. Into the kitchen to put a lamb burger in the oven, to have with the last of the Asda Walmart sourdough bread. If I can get my teeth through the crust, that is. When another call to the plastic bin for a wee-wee arrived, and there was no waiting, if I had not had the bowl nearby to use, the PPs would have been tested beyond their limits! A lengthy session this one was, but not so painful I think. I examined things afterwards, no signs of unwanted intruders. Phew!

5fri007I got the breakfast sorted. The knife had to be sharpened again for it to get through the sourdough bread.

I’m afraid things went to pot while I was eating the bread. The stomach churned, off to the Porcelain Throne, Little Inchies lesion was bleeding badly, stomach-cramp like pains as soon as I had evacuated. Not feeling so well now.

I threw the brekkie away and just sat down staring, as the light began to rise. I used the grey bin was utilised several times over the next hour or so of nothingness. So much so, that I had to get up to empty and clean it to use again… and again, and again…

I had a bad turn (I assume)… not really sure what took place, but I seemed to come back to reality hours later, while I was taking a wee-wee in the wet room? Without the foggiest idea of what I’d been up to. Oh dear!

5fri34The thirst and hunger were in need of satisfying.

I did some chips (Fries) and the just-out-of-date sausages, no trimmings or extras or dessert, for I still felt so tired and a little out-of-it.

Perhaps I had fallen asleep earlier?

Concentration has not been my good point today.

Tray still on my overblown belly, I fell into a deep sleep as soon as I finished the nosh. I woke hours later with the tray in the same position. Then, uninterested in activating the brain, I nodded off again… Huh!