Inchcock Today – Fri 1 Nov 2019: A promlematicalisational day. A painful one, physically and mentally. Grumph!

Nov 01 2019

2019 Tnov 01

Friday 1st November 2019

Bulgarian: Петък 1 ноември 2019 г.

0Nov 01

1Mon03

01:35hrs: I woke, disencumbered the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later) £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner of my body-mass. Positioned myself semi-perpendicular, and almost without realising it, found myself in the wet room, and dropping the PPs to use the Porcelain Throne, when I discerned I didn’t need to!

WDP09LWD 125.0.0 So, I had a wee-wee, and it was another of the rare, but long, long, ongoing, ‘When will it ever stop’, LSDOP (Long-Slow-Drawn-Out-Painful) variety. The pain with it was not precisely excruciating, but it was there for the entire time the wee-weeing took place, and that was a good few minutes it lingered on afterwards! Definitely got an infection in the bladder again! Humph!

While it was slowly trickling out, I pondered on the day’s needs, thus not overthinking about the uncomfortable searing stings from the piddling session. A day indoors today, cause the things are to be delivered from Amazon, between 07:00 and 22:00hrs, and the Stroke After Care man said he would call if he could find the time!

5Fri01I got in the kitchen what seemed like hours after I’d woken up, but it was only half an hour or so. I took the medications and made a brew, the first of oh so many today! The thirst was with me again and as strong as ever. I leaned out of the appallingly badly designed new kitchen window, to take a shot of the morning view.

WDP 08L01WD 125.0.0 I got the computer on and began to update yesterday’s blog. I knew it would take me a long time, cause I had taken so many pictures while I was out and about. As I stood up to go for another wee-wee, Back-Pain-Brenda gave me one heck of a twinge! I froze where I was, dropped the stick WDPH01Land nearly went over. But my being such a fit, athletic, in tip-top condition, agile, nimble sort of energetic young man, I used my tremendous courage and physical abilities to avoid falling over. This may be pandiculating the truth a tad? Hehehe! This wee-wee was another unsettling LSDOP type.

It was cold in the flat this morning. Everything had shrunken that could do. Hehe!

WDP09LWD 125.0.0 The getting the post finished and sent off to WordPress, took me over five hours in the end! The slog was broken by five trips to the loo, every one of the LSDOP style! But at least the expected and anticipated further Libert-Global Virgin Media Internet going down on me didn’t happen. Yet! I went on the WordPress reader section, not a lot on there. But what was on, shone out.

I made an Iceland order.

Then got the ablutions done. And they went well for once. I needed another Porcelain Throne visit, too. Yes, a few dropsies; Toilet roll, toothbrush and paste tube, shaving foam can, razors, soap and Haemorrhoid Harold’s cream; but minimal bleeding, no toe stubbings, clouts again anything hard, and I avoided the sock-glide battle by leaving the 5Fri006socks off! Smugness Creeping in Here! Haha!

WDPright05aWD 125.0.0 But, however, and notwithstanding, the pins were in a right mess again. Paler than never, new blotches and blood papsules, spider, lymph vessels. CVI (phlebitis) and Clopidogrel. But the lumps and Varicose veins seemed far less obvious?

Also, the old ankle ulcer had calmed down from yesterday.

5Fri005WD 125.0.0On the L9 coming home yesterday, the bus went around a corner sharply, and I banged my arm against the trolley handle. I remember saying to Louie, well that’s another bruise to come up and laughing about it.

5Fri007Well, here it is (Above) Humph!

I got myself dried and freshly adorned. And found a letter had been delivered while I was ablutionalisationing. From the Stroke CityCare team. Six pages, with forms to fill in. They are 5Fri007ccalling next Friday 11:40 to 12:40hrs.

It’s getting misty now and light drizzle with it. I took a break from the sending-me goggle-eyed computerisationing and got the much-belated hand-washing done. Only a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of socks. Wrung them out and got the shirt hanging above the sink in the kitchen, and the diabetic bamboo socks on the flat airer.

5Fri08I checked on the Tracker for the Amazon deliveries. Best as I could tell, the torches and tea bags might arrive for 19hrs, and the Dressing Gown via Post Office delivery could be about October next year. Haha!

I daren’t go out to take any rubbish to the chute, in case a delivery arrives and I miss the intercom… that’s assuming it will be working today?

WD 125.0.0 I got some graphicalisationing started in CorelDraw, to get me ahead with the task hopefully. It was a slow grind, with the fingertips often losing sensation and causing me all sorts of messes to try and sort out, Tsk!

After giving up on the computerisationing, due to the ailments granted adscititious hassle, and the ever-correcting mistakes problem it was causing me. Not the least is the frustration and the mind’s acataphasia, I had to surrender.

5Fri13WD 125.0.0Ar5Fri09ound 14:00hrs, the doorbell chimed, and a highly-stressed looking Post Office worker, delivered the parcel containing the cheapo-clearance sale priced dressing gown. Which was a bit of a disappointment in many ways. The deep brown colour on the one shown on Amazon (Left), turned out to be a terribly uneven beige sort of tone, Mind you, I am partially colour blind. I opened the package, and bits of cotton fell out of it. Took the towelling cotton gown out, and even more bits of fluff and white cotton ended up on the carpet. I hung up the purchase to photograph it, and left a trail of bits from junk room to the kitchen, in the hallway. Closer inspection, and reading of the paperwork, this was a one-size option? Although I clicked on Large/Extra Large on the order page, the thing was a little small for my endomorphic, adipose, and overweight, many stomach-folds and chins adorned body to fit into. Hey-Ho! Always the Shlimazel!

I cleaned up the kitchen tops a bit, made a brew of Glengettie. Rearranged the drying handwashing, and went for a wee-wee.

WD 125.0.0 Crikey! What a one that was! A multiple-problem one! To start with, it was another BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee. But Little Inchies fungal lesion was haemorrhaging. After cleaning and medicating, then changing the PPs, the wee-weeing started again! This time it was a totally different style, in the LSDOP (Long-Slow-Drawn-Out-Painful) mode. Humph!

5Fri10Around 15:25hrs, the intercom lit-up and rang out. Fortunately, I was in the hallway at the time, it was the Amazon delivery.  I opened the foyer door and waiting for the chap to arrive at the flat. He handed the parcel over, I thanked the young man, off he shot, and I took the stuff into the kitchen, to open and inspect the contents.

5Fri11I tried out one of the wind-up torches, and it worked fine. I left one on the Ottoman near the recliner, for my use, and put the other three away as pressies for Christmas. I resisted making a brew of the Punjana black tea, I would enjoy that treat in the morning, I was too tired to appreciate it at the moment. I still had a part-filled mug of Glengettie anyway.

So, now I could start on the meal preparation. I got some black bean sauce and chopped some tomatoes in with it, got it in the saucepan warming up slowly, and kept an eye on it, stirring it regularly. The oven had been heating up to low heat for hours in readiness.

5Fri14WD 125.0.0 I opened the tray of vegetable risotto. Punctured the film, and got it into the oven. 

I checked and stirred the sauce and tomatoes, and realised I had put in Korean BBQ sauce my mistake for the black bean sauce! But I left it. I even added a drop of the Sukang Puti vinegar to the mix as well. I’ll try anything once. Haha! 

While the Vegetable Risotto cooked, I kept stirring the sauce in the pan, while I had a look at the contents of the meal on the sleeve label. They were: Cooked Risotto Rice (36%) (Water, Risotto Rice), Tomato (20%), Roasted Vegetables (16%) (Red Onion, Courgette, Red Pepper, Butternut Squash), Onion, White Wine, Water, Vegetable Oils (Rapeseed, Sunflower), Pesto Sauce (3%) (Sunflower Oil, Basil, Medium Fat Hard Cheese [Milk], Salt), Regato Cheese (Milk), Garlic, Herbs, Garlic Purée, Demerara Sugar, Cornflour, Salt, Tomato Purée, Rehydrated Sun-Dried Tomato, Black Pepper, White Wine Vinegar, Basil, Sugar, Garlic Extract, Basil Extract. Mmm?

I put a sourdough baguette in the oven half-way through cooking. Got a Limoncello dessert, a bottle of fresh orange juice and an apple on the tray with the cutlery all ready for dining! And awaited the feast to cook!

5Fri12The mixture did not look overly attractive when I served it up and mixed in the Korean BBQ sauce and tomatoes in the dish.

What a stab in the dark meal, but it was the best, the most enjoyable one I’ve had in ages! Gorgeous Flavour! The Aldi sourdough baguette was warm inside and so crispy crusted! I’d overcooked it a bit, but it turned out lovely! The vegetable risotto and BBQ sauce went down a right treat! Even the few drops of the Sukang Puti Vinegar could be tasted. This must be the most potent vinegar on the market? The Taste-Rating of 9.25/10 was deserved!

I dined and wallowed in delight as I gobbled-up the meal. And felt well surfeited afterwards. I lay there, satisfied and happy, then fell-asleep. 

WD 125.0.0 I woke an hour or so later, in a desperate need of a wee-wee. And what a calamity followed as I tried to get up quickly out of the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched the flat for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, to go for my wee-wee! .

WDPright03WD 150.0.0a I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, and entirely concentrating on getting to the wet room, didn’t realise that the food tray was still on my knees, it fell off, I wobbled, lost control (still half-asleep?) of the stick, and fell in a heap over the Ottoman. Knocking over the airer and handwashing on my way to the floor! Hit my chin and caught the right arm on the bruise, then all was silent. I lay there, I must have looked like a collapsed rhinoceros amidst the clothes, the now bent airer, and the walking stick having come to rest close to the Little Inchy location! I freed myself of the entangled airer and clothing and moved away on my knees, which started Arthur Itis off, I moved to some stable furniture and used it to get myself back on my feet, (Not an easy task!), retrieved the stick, and off to the wet room!

wdp02LeftWD 125.0.0 But I didn’t make it in time! My earlier joy at the wonderful meal, dissipated, to be replaced with an ‘Embarrassing and Self-deprecation’ mood! At my age, something like this has to happen! Even the wee-wee (what was left off it), was one of the RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) type! Humph! I cleaned things up, changed clothes, and put on a new set of PP’s.

Well, I could have done without that series of Whoopsiedangleplops!

WDPright02WD 125.0.0 The Arthur Itis knees, Back-Pain-Brenda and a new pain in the ribs, now! I had to sort out the room. The airer is now bent out of shape. (As would be most things that my substantially voluminous, jelly-mould body falls on!)

The tray and cutlery had to be collected and washed. The carpet had to be cleaned with the brush and dustpan (carefully), too late to use the hoover. The clothes refitted on the airer, which was still working!

WD 125.0.0 Then, sod-me, I needed another wee-wee, this time I fetched the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). It was a different type again! Of the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) variety. I wonder what the hell is going off with the bladder?

I got a wash and changed PP’s again, just in case anything happens later. Got a drink of Springwater by the recliner and sat down on it… not the springwater, the chair! Much to the displeasure of Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda.

WDP 12cHowever, despite the recent altercationalistic happenings, sleep actually came, no getting up for any wee-wees, no dream and no ailment pains woke me up? They perhaps felt sorry for me? Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 12th October 2019: Horrendous, unsettling day. Got the runs now! What next?

2019 sOct 13

2019 sOct 13

Saturday 12th October 2019

Malagasy: Alahady 12 Oktobra 2019

6Sat01

 03:30hrs: I woke up, feeling fed-up and wee’d-off, with feeling fed-up and wee’d-off! Even if the failed turn-ups from Nottingham City Homes every single day this week, and also if they do arrive on Monday next (Eight days after the hot water supply failed on me) as promised again; I’ll have a minimum five-hour plumbing job, Draining of the tank, new parts fitted, Removal, moving of storage tank with all the resulting mess and cleaning up to do afterwards, refitting of the storage tank, refilling of the storage tank, then wait for the electrician to arrival and reset and get the water-heater going – Mind you, let’s look back at the promised arrivals and the actual arrivals this past week: 

  1. Monday: Promised arrival 1 – Actual arrivals 0
  2. Tuesday: Promised arrival 1 – Actual arrivals 0
  3. Wednesday: Promised arrival 2 – Actual arrivals 0
  4. Thursday: Promised arrival 1 – Actual arrivals 0
  5. Friday: Promised arrival 3 – Actual arrivals 2 – But the job had been mistimed and could not be actuated. Thus, more promises for getting the job next Monday!

My confidence has been shattered, as has my will-power, faith, trust and hopes.

I had and still do, to use the shower have to fill the wet room sink to wash and shave, the results: Slipped on the wet floor rag – injured elbow, hurt back. Scalded when taking a pan of hot water from the kitchen and got the Peripheral Neuralgia shakes, causing me to drop the container! This has happened twice. Burnt the back of my hand when collecting pans from the stove, same reason, the shakes.

The worst one perhaps was dropping a saucepan in the kitchen, and the ensuing pain form Back-Pain Brenda when I bent down to retrieve the pan and lid, then the added discomfort from Rheumatoid Arthur Itis’s knees! But, there is plenty of time for more injuries before the promised (possibly) arrival on Monday of the plumber then, an electrician. But they have still got plenty of reasons not to come yet again in their filing cabinet, I’m sure. As Warden Deana quoted the maintenance team member she had been talking to last Monday, ‘Well it’s not an emergency, he can use the shower to get hot water!’ So, it’s my fault, it seems? I do apologies!

Luckily, all this failure to communicate, incompetency in arrangements, mental torment, and injuries I’ve suffered all week waiting for help, don’t bother me in the slightest. Lie Mode Engaged!

Oh dear, I’m mind-blasting again, sorry.

After stewing in self-pity for a while, I reticently disentwined my abdominous, well-upholstered, wobbly chassis from the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

WD 250.0.100 Off to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for a wee-wee. But where was it? Nowhere to be seen? Had I been nocturnally wandering again? I searched without any luck, for so long, that I needed the Porcelain Throne, off to the wet room. Hoping the bucket might be in there as well, but no! I’d held back the wee-wee for so long, I had to whip down the pants and relieve myself straight away – and what a surprise I got! It turned out to be a wee-wee of the CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) style! There were few areas of the room that had not been caught in the splashback-spray! I had to clean myself and the surfaces with antiseptic disinfectant, wipe the walls and mop the floor! I kid you not!

6Sat02aAfter what seemed like an eternity, I got around to depositing my bum on the throne, ready for releasal activities. Boy, there was a lot of it this time, too! A little messy.

Which was surprising really, cause I ate only a small meal last night, of Dagwood sarnies and a few chips. It was possibly the Soul Food Chilli from Thursday that was working its way through? And, I’ve still got a pot of it left to eat yet, Hehe!

6Sat03WD 250.0.100 To the kitchen, using the new multi-pronged walking stick! Made a brew, and got the medications taken. Realising, due to the tablets still being in last nights blister pack, that I had not taken last nights doses! What a plonker!

So, I took just one Warfarin, hoping this would be the best thing to do, to avoid over-dosing and getting the blood too thin. Especially with the chances of blisters from scolding with having to take the boiling water to the wet room for shaving later!

6Sat05aWD 250.0.100 I returned to the front room, and the computer was booted, and, I realised I had come back from the kitchen with one of the wooden sticks. Needing to get some practice with this stick’s multi-legs, I returned to collect it and swap it with the wooden one, si there is one in each room at all times. But I found myself walking passed the new stick several times before the brain ‘stopped looking for a wooden stick’. Hmm, clot! It was standing up on its own near the stack of storage boxes, which are also grey. But, I am probably looking to assuage my stupidy here! Haha!

Back to Junk Room 2 and went on the WordPress reader section. Answered some comments. Then started this blog off.

WD 250.0.100 The finger-ends sensitivity was terrible this morning. Typing anything was taking me an age! Correcting spelling mistakes, grammatical errors, an clearing the odd row of unfelt to the fingers-tips single letters, where I’s and E’s were the worst offenders, as is to be expected, they are both typed using the Peripheral neuralgia affected right-hand digits to type. Being a person of the volgivagant kind, I think actually helps me to accept these ailments or issues, more readily. Certainly more readily than I can accept being pissed about and lied to for over a week, over the hot water repair job! (Steady Inchcock, don’t get yourself going again, or you might have another stroke!)

6Sat03aI went to make another brew of tea, using the multi-prong-footed walking stick. When I say using the multi-prong-footed walking stick, I don’t mean to make the char with, I mean walking to the kitchen with. Hahaha!

The white moon was out, and I took a photographicalisation of it. Not a good one, but still, I did my bestest with the sensitiveness absent in the fingers and all that.

6Sat04WD 250.0.100 I was summoned by the innards to go back to the Porcelain Throne, so I did! The evacuation was swift, but again, messy! A look at the pins (legs) made me take a picture of them. Oh, so different to yesterday’s photo of the same legs; they seem to change several times a day! The Tate gallery should show these photographs. I’m not sure in which section they should be in, though! Haha!

6Sat06I went to make another brew to replace the one that had gone cold. And there were a lot of Crows, breakfast hunting and baby-birds training, out there suddenly. By the time I’d power-hobbled to fetch the camera and got back with it, the birds were few and far between. This sad effort on the right is the best I could manage. Substandard, unsatisfactory, shoddy, schlocky and egregious, second-grade photographicalisationing, I know. And this is one of my better bird in flight efforts! Tsk!

I went on the TFZer site on Facebook, with a lot of catching up to do. Which took me two hours!

6Sat07Sudden crave for food? (And sleep, rest, peace, and mental quietude) I did not feel well at all, but this didn’t seem to curb my desire for food, and so early in the day, too!

I got the Soul Food Chilli in the saucepan and added, sliced tomato, black bean sauce, and a pinch of salt to the mix.

WD 250.0.100 I turned off the computer and returned to stay in the kitchen for the heating up and constant stirring of the nosh. Then I took this photo of the sky outside. Realising in the morning when I got the picture on the computer, I had somehow 6Sat08changed the camera setting for the picture size or shape. I do remember the shaking jumping hand when I took the snap, but have no idea how or what I did to change things.

I’ll leave them as they are, I think. I’m certainly not up to trying to sort it out now.

6Sat09Got the nosh served up. Good as it tasted, I found I was battling to stay awake while eating it. Flavour-rating: 8/10. I think that I must have got the seasoning different to last time. Humph!

I left the bowl and spoon in the bowl in the sink, after having so annoyingly had to boil water in the kettle and large saucepan, to cover them, to let the things soak.

Into the Xyrophobia-suffering crook and Brother-in-Law Pete, damaged, second-hand, c1968 recliner, and I soon fell asleep, as the innards began to rumble!

WD 250.0.100 But not sleep for long! I woke in need of a Porcelain throne visit. I hobbled to the wet room as fast as I could – but embarrassingly did not make it on time – such was the grip that Diarrohea Donald (Chilli?) suddenly had over me! Thank heavens for two things; the evacuation was not overly messy and for the PP’s!

Exhausted from the hubble-bubble of getting to the Throne on time, and the cleaning up after the session, I then had to boil some water to wash and antisepticise things! Worryingly, the stomach continued to grumble?

Head down again, but sleep was resistant this time. I put theTV on, and that worked a treat, Zzzz!

WD 250.0.100 Until the landline phone light and ring sounded and woke me up again! Twas the chemist, telling me they would deliver the prescriptions in about an hour! Another waking-up – I nearly cried, I wanted to!

So, I thanked him and rose to get the kettle and all the pans on the stove, to boil water for a wash and shave, before the pharmacist arrived with the medications.

WD 250.0.100 True to their word, the friendly pleasant waking-me-up chemist people arrived, just as I was finishing the wash, and treating the scold mark on my tummy from the splashed hot water, from the saucepan-to-sink transference! (Thank you, 7Sun03Nottingham City Homes Maintenance Managers).

I got the medications inside and checked them.

I noted that they had sent two months supply this time. There must be a Bank Holiday coming up soon then.

6Sat10I checked in the morning, but could not see any Bank Holidays, until December? 

I was still so weary, I just left the medications on the trolley, they can be put away later when I’m feeling better. Which if left to Nottingham City Homes Maintenance, means when (if) they do get the hot water flowing again, they can always leave a note with the Funeral Parlour, to go in the coffin to let me know! (Tired, In-pain Pissed-off Sarcasm Mode Adopted). Hahaha! Mind you, there is a radical alternative to burial and cremation, it’s called Alkaline Hydroysis,  (Sound like lone of my ailments, Hehehe!) that I fancy having. A “gentle, eco-friendly alternative to flame-based cremation” using an alkaline solution made with potassium hydroxide to reduce the body to a skeleton. (Providing Nottingham City Homes Maintenance don’t kill me first [Good bit of sarcasm slipped in there!], not that it will. But, after over a week of nothing happening in response to my hot-water problem, apart from failed promises, and not a word from the NCH men in charge, I think it is fair for me to feel aggravated! And I am! Waiting in for non-arriving appointments, mega sleep-deprivation, accidents caused through transporting hot water by kettle and saucepans… still, are they bothered? Even after calls from my After-Stroke Support worker! A well-scripted letter to a newspaper about this might be a good idea? With me having so many ailments that the NCH are not interested in, Anne Gyna, Dizzy Dennis attacks, falling-over, tripping up, Duodenal Donald ulcer, Bladder cancer, the plastic heart valve fitted, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur itis), Harold Haemorrhoid’s and the fungal lesion bleeding merrily away. Peripheral Neuralgia, that has caused me mobility problems, and left me with the right side of my body, leg, fingers, hands, arm, and even the shoulder, doing their occasional unintentional Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines. Then having the stroke, to name but a few. It beggars belief that any septuagenarian tenant in poor health, can be lied to for five days on the trot, being told someone will come out, and they did not! It is now eight-days since the hot water failed in my apartment in this high-rise, so-called £11m Retirement Village. Another assurance that the problem will be tackled next Monday has still to be proven or disproven! And I am so dejected and depressed by the failure to respond and help me. They do not even communicate directly but leave it to the Warden and men who did finally arrived on Friday, but too late in the day to carry out the repairs, for me to glean any details from. My abilities have lessened so much since the Stroke, and nobody seems to understand this.

A pity the News of the World isn’t still going, they might have taken up my cause. Hehehe! Who else can I take my complaint to? How do I go about it? Should I bother? Does anyone care? Probably not! No doubt the maintenance team must be under pressure, I understand this, and I am sympathetic about it. But the total lack of communication is really irking! If they cannot come for any of the daily arranged appointment (6 of them!), I wis they had a way of letting me now, then I would not have to make myself poorlier, by not getting any sleep while waiting to find out if they are coming or not, for six days on the trot, sleep deprivation was suffered, and this has caused my various ailments to give me a hard time healthwise. Nuff said! (Probably too much, enough to upset them. I’m worried now that moaning might make things worse for me. I could even be classed as a trouble-maker, and lose the flat?

The above passage above came from frustration and the heart. I just hope that someone in charge reads and absorbs it. It certainly isn’t nit-picking, but of genuine concern, well, to me at least!

5Fri018WD 250.0.100a WD 250.0.100 I had a rather sad wee-wee of the WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) style and almost tripped myself up with the new walking stick. Easily done for me. It stands upon the four little legs on its own, and I’d forgotten it was there as I reached for the regular wooden stick, walking into the new one as I did. It’s going to take some getting used to this metal stick is.

WD 250.0.100 WD 250.0.100a Back and got my head down again. Sleep was hard to encourage, so I put the TV on again… then, I needed yet another Porcelain Throne Session! Another panic-flap-rush to the Throne. Again resulting in a very embarrassing, uncomfortable and cringe-worthy early escapage! The evacuation was over quickly, but not the cleaning up!

WD 250.0.100 Thanks to the non-response of Nottingham City Home maintenance, this meant again, my boiling water on the stove and kettle, to clean up with. A burn on the side of the hand on the saucepan, was the only injury this time. But the Peripheral Neuralgia shakes, meant as expected it would, in spillages of hot water in the transporting of the saucepans form the kitchen, and even dropping an empty pan on the way back to fill it up again. Which caused more pain from Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna as I had to clear it up, once more, my disgust at the way I had been treated by Nottingham City Homes, came to the fore!

It’s a bloody good job my mate helped out with the PP supply! I’m going through them like they were biscuits! Hehehe!

Back yet again to the £300, second-hand recliner, in search of sleep. Phwert! It took ages coming!

Yours, Lucky Inchcock. (Fib-detected!)

Inchcockski – Friday 11th October 2019: Hot water system still not working!

2019 sOct 11

2019 sOct 11

Friday 11th October 2019

Afrikaans: Vrydag 11 Oktober2019

4Thu21a

WD 120.60.0 03:40hrs: Woke feeling rough, but ready to go. The EQ told me I’d have a bit or even a lot of hassle, but the end result would be good!?!?

I pondered on things and how they were going, but no involuntary fear and worry brain-storming. The utter cock-up with the near ten o’clock visits from the plumber chap moments after I had fallen asleep last night. The hot water not being able to be repaired and a new boiler and thermostat being needed. No chance of having it done today, so then I have Sat, and Sun, and however long, how many more days, weeks it will take to order the parts, and they get delivered before I can even think of having hot water available again.

How long is that going to be? But there was a strange feeling of chimaricness, combined with an EQ created passiveness and acceptance of whatever happens, and an assurance that it will be a messy, disturbing and frustrating failed day, with many cock-ups, gaffes, screw-ups,  and faux pas involved to come! Yet, I calmly accepted this. Worrying in itself that!

Then today has to be coped with. Dare I go out, just in case there is some movement on the boiler front from Nottingham City Homes? Good job I ordered extra food in from Iceland for today, cause it looks like being the fifth day on the trot of self-imprisonment in the flat. Humph! Then, I’ve got the chap coming to see me from the Stroke Team, and of course, the Iceland delivery. I got myself in a mind-muddle, trying to sort things out in my defective, baffled brain.

5Fri01Out of the second-hand near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner, that Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while stealing my valuables when I was in the Stroke hospital, and off for a Porcelain Throne and wee-wee session. The evacuation was a decent one, no bleeding, although a smidge messy.

5Fri02The pins (legs) seemed far less mangled compared to yesterday morning. The feet looked almost human-like, too. The old ever-present ankle-ulcer scar appeared a little threatening, but this often happens, and it usually dies away again.

Even the Arthur Itis knees were suffering less this morning! A couple of visits from Dizzy Dennis was a little concerning, but at least they were short ones this time.

To the kitchen, boiled some water to wash the hands in the sink with, and made a mug of tea, then took the medications.

WD 120.60.0 I turned on the computer, and…

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I had to go through the palava of resetting the box, that failed. Turning off and back on, that failed. The rigmarole of turning off the Virgin box for a few minutes and then again on – and that did it. Even though Mr Fries attempts at driving me completely bonkers were partially successful, I got the pathetic overcharging Liberty-Global Virgin Internet back on. But it was slow, and hard work using it. Cheers, Fries!

I made a start on this blog, and then updated the Thursday post, after almost forgetting too. Fertummelt fool, I am!

Back to try the web, it was not so slow now. I may regret saying that! I got the graphics on for today, and it was time for the ablutions to be seen to.

WD 120.60.0 The farcical, ridiculous ablutions! But at least I didn’t drop any hot water on the three trips to and from the kitchen this time. The dropsies were numerous; Toothbrush (2), Razor (2), Soap (6), flannel (2), shower-head (1), towel (2), shirt (1), body-spray can, and knocked over the stack of PP’s (Protection Pants).

Mercifully, I cunningly and sagaciously avoided the often blood-blisterisationing, and painful Sock-Glide-Scrimmage, by not wearing any socks!

5Fri005I went on the WordPress reader. Turned off the computer, and had a try to tighten the handles on the new trolley-walker. But it wouldn’t have it, and I soon gave up trying. Although no guilt was attached this time, why I don’t know. Every day a  different mood. Which sometimes changes several times semidiurnal, or more.

5Fri00608:45hrs, the intercom sounded, and I responded to the hallway. The Iceland order had arrived. I admitted the bloke and readied for his arrival.

He took the bags through to the kitchen for me. I thanked him, and he was off, like Roger Bannister. Hehe!

5Fri007Note that I am newly prepared for any onslaught from Diahorrea Donald that might come again! Oh, yes! I took a closer look at the size (a bit narrower than others), and the quality of the tissue. They seem strong enough to me. Good value too!

I decided to go and try to catch Riechsfhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana, to keep her updated with the hot water situation.

I dropped off the black bags down the waste chute, returned and got the recycling box, which fitted well in between the bars of the old three-wheeler trolley, down in the lift, and dropped the carton off at the caretaker’s door.

5Fri007cI walked along through the link corridor to Winwood Court, taking a  picture of a bloke through the windows.

I met and chatting with Welsh William as I did so. We both got to the Warden’s Interrogation and Holding Cell office together. Handed out the nibbles, and although Deana was talking to William, she asked if I had anything important to say, as they both started to leave the room. I mentioned quickly that the fitter had called last night, and I need a new boiler and or thermostat. Off they went. 

I thought I’d take some photos of the big social room, but realised I had not taken the camera with me. Oh, dearie me! Back down and through to the main room, taking photographs from left to right:

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5Fri14Back up to the flat again. As I limped along the link-corridor, it was almost eerie, being free of any humans, other than myself, of course. Hehe!

As I got to the Fire Escape doorway on the left, I had a nosy through the glass.

WD 120.60.0 The bottom of the stairwell was 5Fri15there, and the external Fire-Escape door.

I was not impressed that someone had left a black bag close to the inner door, for someone in a panic to trip over. Also, there was an obstacle of some sort or other leaning up against the frame of the outer Fire-Escape door. Mmm! Prospectively Dangerous, that!

I made my way back up to the apartment and put the final touches to clearing the Iceland things away. The freezer is now so full, I fear the weight might cause things to fall through the floor. Haha!

Sorting out and putting away the goods, I came across the jar of Polish mushrooms; the one’s I could not open when I bought them last month! I decided it would be a good idea if I stabbed the lid and transferred the contents to a sealed container. So I did!

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5Fri018As I was putting away the mushroom in the fridge – well, making room to fit it in (Hahaha!) there, the door chime rang out! It was the Stroke Physio guy, I didn’t catch his name, a grand young man. He’d kindly brought two different types of walking sticks for me to try out, to see if any might help prevent any falls. He patiently waited and watched as I tried 5Fri017them both out. The one with a broader spread of ‘feet’ on it was not really suitable for this tiny flat. I tried the smaller-footed one (photograph). This was much better but needed some time for me to get used to it. The Gent will call be back in two weeks to see how things are with it. Not only that, but he set to and stiffened the wobbly handlebars on the new walker, for me! Much appreciated his help and understanding of my situation. He said he would have a word with Nottingham City Homes about my problem with the hot water, failed promises and the difficulties; the lack of hot water is causing me. Damned decent chap! Good looking, young, had hair, wasn’t bald and charismatic as well!

An hour later, around 12:00hrs, the door chime burst forth yet again. Popular today! Twas a Nottingham City Homes maintenance guy, who’d come to have a look at the hot water boiler. (The young Physio man, had made an excellent job of his phoning them, for me! Thank you, Sir!)

He made an initial inspection of the problem in hand. George his name was, very patient and efficient too! He fetched some tools and made an in-depth analysis of the situation. I can’t remember exactly what the problem was: but it needed a plumber to come, move the boiler around and replace something. When he has done that, George will return to get the hot water working again. I resisted getting too excited, knowing my record of cruel deplorably lousy luck! But, even the thought that there might be a good outcome had lowered my Anticipatory-Defcon-level by one! The dream, the possibility of being able to shave without risking my life and limb was born! However, I was wondering if the situation was a simulacrum, or real.

WD 120.60.0 During the day, many letters and flyers were received:

  1. A: Proof of my astounding value and worth. 1p interest earned in my savings accounts this year! Humph!
  2. Free filum, Saturday Night & Sunday with details of how to get entangled in booking a seat.
  3. Must be booked Boy Scout provided a meal for £3
  4. Oh dear, how confusing indeed. Severn Trent, to tell us that a water leak is under the flats. They cannot find it? We must find it! Insurance might help pay for it, but only if we have taken out a Homeserve or British Gas policy. We must call a plumber!
  5. If the leak has not been repaired in 14 days, ST (Severn Trent) will complete the repair themselves and recover the cost from those who are held (The tenants?) responsible!

5Fri24

5Fri25I’m a bit worried again, now!

Just when maybe there were signs and indications of the hot-water fiasco, might be about to get solved. Another Gawd-forsaken, nervous-making, situation arises.

Surely we cannot be held responsible for water leaks? For gracious sakes!

5Fri019The skies were leaking as well, now. Time is getting on fast now, no signs of the plumber yet. I’ve written that a few times this week, haven’t I?

Despite not having a meal yesterday, I am not feeling peckish at all, yet, anyway. But the tiredness is dawning again. This week’s other bugbear has been the lack of sleep, caused by lack of communication and the fibs given out by Nottingham City Homes for five days, telling me that a plumber would arrive every day, who didn’t! So I was having to stay awake for a ridiculous time, even 20 hours at a stretch, waiting for the non-arriving plumber. As I await one again, I hope it will not be the same today. I still dare not go out, to the laundry, or anything yet now. But hey, life was not meant to be easy. Not mine, anyhow! Grumph!

WD 120.60.0 No plumber arrived yet. I wonder what it’s like outside in the fresh-air? It’s been so long since I had a hobble! The rains stopped now, but still looking a little bleak.

WD 120.60.0 16:10: Hours, the plumber arrived. The job is too big to do. What needs doing will need a minimum of 4 hours, and the lad finishes his shift in two! He phoned someone at their HQ and told him what he thought of it. Said he’d been doing little fiddly jobs when he should have been sent here, then the situation would have been done, and George could have come back and connected things up, so I could have had hot water!

WD 120.60.0 The plumber lad put in an urgent job request for Monday first thing!

5Fri27

So, the EQ was spot on again when it warned me this morning.

WD 120.60.0Mega-pissed-off. Fearing using kettle and saucepan for washing and shaving. In fear of an accident happening this weekend. (Not from the EQ, just a feeling) Had enough! Don’t know if I can cope with it anymore. Fed-up! Arsed-off!

Going to make some Dagwood sarnies, and try to get some sleep. Not that I expect to, I know I’m too uptight!

WD 120.60.0 And then… Christ! What next!

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Cobblers!

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

2019 Aug 17

2019 Aug 17

Saturday 17th August 2019

Croatian: Subota, 17 Kolovoza 2019. godine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inchcockski 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…

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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…

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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!

2019 5 June

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!