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.

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6Sat08The readings looked okay to me.

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

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

I even got the stepladder and had a look outside.

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

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

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

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

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

Made up one diary page topper on CorelDraw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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2019 Feb 09

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

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

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

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

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

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BP is still a bit high. Hey-ho!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5Fri001bAshley arrived with the Morrison fodder for me.

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

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

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

5Fri003aWhen the delivery arrived, I sorted it out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5Fri08aI got in the kettle on the boil.

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

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

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

Chuffing hell, it was good! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fed-Upski, now! Haha!

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

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Friday 1st February 2019

Corsican: Venerdì 1 di Frivaru 2019

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

I set about doing the Health Checks.

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5fri001No dramatic changes noted to the readings this morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Would you buy a second-hand car from him?

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

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

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

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

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

A bad few hours. Tsk!

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

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

Ah, well! TTFN.

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

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Friday 4th January 2019

Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 4mh Faoilleach 2019

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

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

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

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

I got the Health Checks done next.

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5fri003aSys and Dia were getting gradually lower again?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5fri34The thirst and hunger were in need of satisfying.

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

Perhaps I had fallen asleep earlier?

Concentration has not been my good point today.

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

Inchcock Today: Wed 2nd Jan 2019: Stuck indoors again. no natters or chinwags, Wee-weeing like a champion, Dizzies… normal sort of day for 2019, then! Hehe!

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Wednesday 2nd January 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 2 Ionawr 2019

22:15hrs. WD128.0.0 Shot awake after about four hours, and everything else, bar getting to the ‘Emergency LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) Bucket!’ was put on hold.

As I struggled to contain the long-lasting blast and avoid the splashback, a picture came into my mind, that later I put to artwork, and used it for the Thought of the Day, above.  Haha!

After the torturous, hurricane-like evacuation, (No doubt about it, this Furosemide is taking effect now!) I washed the hands and checked the £300 second-hand recliner area that I had scrambled out of in such a panic. No indications of any Nocturnal nibbling having taken place. Smug-Mode Adopted!

Made a brew and got the computer on while it boiled (the kettle, not the computer).

WD128.0.0 A high-priority call to the Porcelain Throne was responded to immediately. A look around the wet room during the evacuation process revealed not a single EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) Amazing! Almost as amazing as the scent I’d left behind me on my recent movements. Cor Blimey… Stinky-Phoo!

The Health Checks were completed, and medications, taken.

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3Wed001aThe sphygmomanometer worked at the first try.

Having missed last night’s medications, Humph, Klutz! I took just two of the missed tablets, those I thought it would be safe enough to have with the morning ones.

I made yet another brew of tea! My thirst this morning is concerning, or instead why I keep drinking is bothering me. Maybe a side-effect of the Furosemide?

WD128.0.0 As I settled at the computer, I started sneezing, and the dizzies returned. As I absorbed this, I had to dash off for another LHBLWW. It was a good job I didn’t use the bucket,  because I passed enough fluid, in a jet-like fashion, to have filled it twice over! Oh dearie me, another flipping day stuck indoors, I dare not risk going out. If this lasts another day, I’ll ring the Doctor, or 111 to ask for advice. The Protection Pants are good at catching the blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the Fungal Lesion. But I doubt they would contain the torrent of a full-blown LHBLWW, and if any bleeding were going on at the time, they would positively not cope. It’s a good job I anticipated something like this, and I placed an order from Asda for Thursday, no no worry about fodder anyway.

I was feeling the cold, despite the high temperature in the room. The fluid retention in the legs and ankles are far less acute, but the back-pain has returned. Dizzy Dennis is annoying me regularly. (Mind you, the note in the Furosemide box, did put these in their list of possible side-effects) Good gerrin’ owd, yer know!

I got the Tuesday Diary finished off and posted it. Went on the WordPress Reader, the then comment section.

WD128.0.0 During these actions, I made two mugs of tea, and took3Wed01a four LHBLWWs!

An acute pain developed in my left lower arm/wrist. No swelling, no bruising or discolourations, mind? But just above the wrist, there was some hardening?

2019? Worra Life! Hehe!

I will try to ring Sister Jane later, but she is not an early riser, so I shall not risk her ‘Wrath’ by calling too early.

Another LHBLWW, getting fed-up with this. It’s affecting the concentration, and I am making so many errors… No, maybe not, I’ve always done that. Hehehe!

3Wed05I went to sort some breakfast out, and watch YouTube clips, while I eat it.

Minted peas, few chips (Fries), chestnuts and a mini pork pie.

Another LHBLWW while making the breakfast. Fancy that!

3Wed05a1aI used the bucket twice without emptying and disinfectantising it. Two wee-wees and I could hardly lift the bucket, it was over half-full! I took a photo of the container to let you see how big it is.

Shame there is no value to urine, I could be rich selling it! Hahaha!

3Wed05a2Got the brekkie all eaten up.

WD128.0.0 The legs were inspected, to find they had blown-up again! And I think there was an extra pot-mark spot or two developed as well. Oy Vey!

At least Dizzy Dennis was not visiting so frequent now. 

I went to make a brew of tea, the day had lightened up well now, a bit of sunshine behind the tree copse in the distance. Very pretty, so much so, I took a photographicalisation of the view to the left and right. In the right scene, the sun is coming from behind the flats, to give the panorama aspect of the picture effect.

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I had another LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee), treated myself to one in the wet room this time. I think it was a little less volumatic, too.

Went on to CorelDraw to create some Inchcock Today draughts, no, drafts!

A lot of banging about from Herbert upstairs this morning?

After a further three and a half hours, I got the drafts all done! I’m well drained now but can report that while creating the posts, I only needed three LHBLWWs.

For some odd unknown to me reason, the left leg is much more fluid-filled than the right, and the left lower arm is more painful and stiff than the right one. Just thought I’d mention it, like.

Oh, and the surgery called while I was creating. They gave me the new Warfarin doses and initially gave me an appointment for the next blood test for, 14:30hrs next Monday. I begged for an earlier appointment, and she told me there was none available.  She is aware of my odd sleeping patterns, and I asked if there was one on Tuesday available. She had a look, and returned to me a few minutes later… she could fit me in at 0720hrs on Tuesday 8th, bless her. That should fit in with my City Hospital appointment and give me plenty of time to make the hobble to the clinic. I hope it isn’t raining or snowing then, I think someone told me on Monday, snow was due?

Got some nosh prepared, drained entirely now, but pleased the dizzies have stayed off.

Oh, I must take some Warfarin out of the pots I have already done, now the dosages have been reduced a bit.  I’ll do it now while I think of it.

3Wed29I had a lamb burger sandwich using bread thins. I also tired a new dessert style. A pot of Asda Walmart raspberry ripple mousse, and sprayed some of the Wriggly cream (the low-fat one, haha!) on top of it. By the time I got around to eating it, the Wriggly had dissolved, but by gum, it tasted so good!

Took the evening medications and got the Health Checks done.

There were so many programmes on the telly that interested me, including the A-Team. Farcical of course, I can’t believe I wasted my time writing down a schedule to watch…

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today: Sat/Sun 29/30th Dec 2018: Wee-wee splash-back like a hosepipe! Depressed Weary and Poorly, and the body growing like Robert Morely! Tsk!

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Saturday 29th December 2018

Punjabi: ਸ਼ਨੀਵਾਰ 2 ਦਸੰਬਰ 2018

23:25hrs. WD 51.2.51 I woke, and the first thing that registered in my muddled brain was the unbitten tomato sandwich, squashed into the folds of my bloated stomach! The mind simply accepted this fact, without any expostulatory self-recriminations. Then it moved on to other concerns, and, with a degree of clarity in there too! This, I found surprising and worrying, such a rare stance for my grey-cells as I gain consciousness in a morning?

I removed the belly-dwelling sandwich and had a feel about of the legs. Again, I was surprised, to find that the fluid build-up seemed have gone down a little. Surely one-half of a Furosemide tablet, taken ten hours earlier, seemed to have made some effect already? Or, maybe, was being hopeful? The usual morning struggle out of the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner was not as severe as usual, and I thought I might be right about the fluid retention going down a bit…

WD 51.2.51 That was until I caught the swollen tibialis muscle against the corner of the Ottoman! I take it back, perhaps the fluid is not going down after all. Hehe! A decent purple-blue bruise appeared in seconds. Tsk! But, of course, the pain meant nothing to a man like me. (Lie Mode Adopted!)

I Iimped on, muttering to myself as I did so, to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and the medications were taken. The legs seemed to swell up as I hobbled on, and were rock-solid again by the time I got the few paces to the kitchen.

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6Sat03My sphygmomanometer worked on the second attempt. The new thermometer which I was conned into buying worked, but I still can’t hear the ending beeps, even when the thing is in my ear-hole?

The readings for Sys, Dia, and pulse were all rather low this time. The weight, had gone down a bit? The temperature was looking good to me. 

GC blue f03WD 51.2.51 I took one Furosemide with the other medications, and off for the usual SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee): which after the Furosemide being taken last night and this morning, have now turned into LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee). Cor Blimey! I got splashback all over the place. You wouldn’t believe how much and how far it went – well, I can’t believe how much and how far it went!

I took me ages to get things cleaned up. I have now positioned three plastic bins, one in each room. Humph! No going out today, then. I do not think the Protection Pants would cope if another blast like that one comes along uninvitedly. As the paperwork that came with the Furesomide said: “…blocking the absorption of sodium, chloride, and water from the filtered fluid in the kidney tubules, causing a profound increase in the output of urine – never a more accurate statement read! Hehehe!

WD 51.2.51 By the time I’d got the sorting outdone, another LHBLWW arrived! Forearmed with knowledge now, I made use of the grey bin in the kitchen and avoided the spray-back… well, most of it. Humph! I might run low on disinfectant and Germolene cream soon.

6Sat06I went on an EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) search and destroy mission. I got the 5p coin ready on the kitchen towel to photograph any prisoners I caught.

Something else hard to believe – I didn’t find a single Weevil, dead or alive!

I set about updating the Friday post. Considering all the mayhem and overabundance of events suffered on this day, I was pleased with how the end product came out. Titivated it, and got it sent off to WordPress. During this process, I utilised the thin deep grey bin three times for an LHBLWW!

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Emptied and disinfected the grey ‘Emergency bin’, and went to make a very small mug of tea.

While waiting for the kettle to boil, I took five photographs from the unwanted or liked light and view-blocking new window. I tried each one in a different option on the camera. To see how they compared to each other in taking nighttime shots of the same view.

WD 51.2.51 Unfortunately for me, I forgot to make a note of each one’s mode it was taken in! What a Nebbish! Here the yare, anyway. Tsk!

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Back on the computer and made a start on this blog. Just the one LHBLWW needed.

Checked the Emails, then went on the WordPress Reader. 

6Sat07I spotted that the papsules on the back of the left hand were returning again? A mystery these are. I forgot to mention them to the Dr Vindla yesterday.

Still, I can get another chance on Monday when I go for another Warfarin INR blood test and my appointment with the doctor. I think the original meeting might have been about the memory blanks and forgetfulness? But I forget for sure. Haha!

I went on Facebook to update with the TFZers and get the latest photographs in the albums.

The legs seem to be filling up again now, far more than when I woke up… what’s going on here? Tsk!

6Sat22I’ve decided to get some brekkie now.

I’ll go and have a forage around to see what fodder is available… Tomato sarnies, pickled gherkins, and chestnuts with a drop of hoisin and balsamic sauce, so I can try both of them out.

Not keen on the balsamic sauce, a little too sweet, but the Hoisin was tasty and tangy. As brekkies go, a Flavour Rating of 5/10 for this one.

I spent hours on CorelDrawing and making a few more page header graphics.

WD 51.2.51 A Blank Spot followed. And I found myself waking up in the £300 second-hand recliner, in need of an SSWW, which again turned out to be an LHBLWW.

6Sat23Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit as I got the meal prepared. I wish I hadn’t bothered now.

I think the taste-buds have gone off a bit again. Pork ribs with seasoned baked beans and a defrosted cob. To me, it all tasted horrible, not just not nice. I left most of it, and I usually would gobble up all of the seasoned beans.

I felt suddenly drained.

I got the pots soaking in the washing up bowl, had another LHBLWW and into the night attire and on the recliner. Despite my weariness, it took me ages to get off to sleep! No hobbles, you see?


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Sunday 30th December 2018

Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 30mh Dùbhlachd 2018

23:42hrs. I bestirred with the belief that I had been sleeping for so long like never before, and must have overslept by hours and hours! Then realised it didn’t matter in the least if I had overslept, no medical appointment today. Had grope of the fluid affected legs, they seemed in the same condition as they were yesterday, which was less solidly swollen than the day before… I waffled a bit making that statement didn’t I. Tsk!

WD 51.0.0 As soon as I tried to move my pharaonically-stomached body from the £300 second-hand recliner, I realised I was wrong about the state of the legs. Fair enough, they did feel less filled with fluid, but, oh boy, the pain when I stood up! From the top of the legs down to the ankles were positively painful, every time any part touched against something… like the floor! Ah-Well, nil desperandum! No doubt now the blood’s starting to move, it will ease off in a while.

I shuffled slowly and carefully to the kitchen, when I saw the clock, I realised I had only been asleep for about four hours!

WD 51.0.0 I was getting the Health Checks and medication taking things ready, when the innards erupted and despite the condition of my legs I hastened frantically, quicker than I had ever done before, to the wet room and the desperately needed Porcelain Throne! I did not make it in time! An uncontrollable liquified evacuation. No more details should be told. Nuff said! A lengthy cleaning up session took place.

Back to the kitchen and the Health Checks.

The flipping sphygmomanometer was not in the mood for playing this morning. It took four tries before it worked. Tsk!

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I found a blobby patch of whatever it was on the lower right arm, and the papsules seem to have changed colour again?

WD 51.0.0 I made a brew and took the medications… no sooner done, than the stomach rumbled and grumbled and it was back to the Porcelain Throne in another hurry!

7Sun05WD 51.0.0 I got there with a few seconds to spare this time (and was so glad that I did!) Splattering and spluttering, this evacuation was more liquified than ever. But, I could sense… well, I could feel squidgy activity, brewing in the innards still! So, expecting another wet discharge was imminent, I remained  where I was and had a read of the ‘Catastrophy – Europe goes to war’ book, having now finished the Clarkson biography, I thought I’d get back to this exact detail-filled massive (Hardback 628 page) history book, filled 7Sun07awith so much delineation that, it is perfect for an opsimath like me.

And, I got it for only £10 reduced from £30, at The Works – discount store on Long Row in Nottingham City Centre.

As to whether I’ll live long enough to ever finish reading it, I don’t know. Hehehe! As I awaited the threatening onslaught of the third evacuation, I pondered on this thought. I decided that the cleverly manipulated changes in human behaviour, conduct, demeanour, outlook and accepted protocols, is of benefit to the elderly. Who surely must feel less bothered about snuffing it, seeing the madness of mankind, cruelty, lack of empathy and greed getting worse all the time? This train of thought, cheered me up a bit. I got side-tracked again there, sorry.

WD 51.0.0 The third evacuation arrived, less of it, but even wetter than the first two of the day! Nuff said again!

The tummy continues to emit warning signals, even now. The odd rumbling session and occasional little stabs, of mild discomfort. I fear things may be on the move yet again soon. Where the heck is it all coming from! I hope I will be able to get to the surgery tomorrow for the blood test and doctors visit.

Went on the TFZer Facebook page.

7Sun10Feeling peckish, so got a breakfast prepared. Chips, bits of Polish Pork Boczek, beetroot, tomatoes and onions.

Watched a YouTube Dvd while eating it. I nearly ate it all.

Went on CorelDraw to another try at getting some page header graphics done.

Managed to get a few done before Dizzy Dennis called again. I must mention this to the doctor in the morning.

Zombielike I just sat feeling sorry for myself…. fell asleep so early… but I needed it I think if only to escape the discomfort I was feeling.

Sister Jane rang. Not sure what was said. I do recall telling her of the side-effects of the Furosemide, I think.

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 25th December 2018: An aches and pain-ridden, natterless day. Depressed, sorry for myself… Hey-Ho!

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Tuesday 25th December 2018

Croatian: Utorak, 25. prosinca 2018. godine

WD 29.1.61 00:25hrs. I opened my eyes, at first concentrating on my obvious need for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised with some urgency… but the immediate need was lost as soon as I tried to move the arms and they ached and hurt? Then as I went through the torso, I discovered that the legs, neck, hands, back, wrists, fingers, shoulders, knees… almost everywhere was smarting, aching, stiff or sore.

As I dismounted the £300 second-hand rusty recliner and got up on my feet, (Not easy when one is carrying such excess weight around the midriff, I can tell you. Tsk!). The moment I tried to walk, the left knee and ankle gave off the same pains and disquieting feelings as they did last week, in the shopping centre when I took a tumble as they gave-way. I recall the Security Guard asking me if I had been drinking! Humph! Sorry, back to this morning, I was I have to admit, a little worried about the knee and ankle. Surely, they are not linked directly together, are they?

WD 29.1.61 I got to the wet room, but I was a little late getting there. ‘Mega-Embarrassment Mode Engaged’ I don’t want to go into the details, but the cleaning and medicating after the evacuation took me a long time. Just as well nothing urgent on today.

2Tue02fWD 29.1.61 As I was leaving the wet room, I spotted a couple of EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) on the floor. Both kaputt. I followed Doug’s advice (Thanks, Doug!) and photographed them against something to judge the size of them against for the next picture. I used a 20p coin and kept it in the wet room to use again.

They were not as large as those yesterday, I don’t think anyway.

2Tue06I got the computer on and checked the Emails. A couple of WP comments and one from the Doctors Surgery about the Warfarin INR blood test results.

WD 29.1.61 It was too late for me not to take the ‘0’, as I had already had 2 on the previous dose listing last night. So, the level must be high, as the dosages had been reduced. Which means I will have to take care not to have any cuts or bruising. At the bottom of the Email, it said: Date of your next dose is 27.12.2018 at 11 a.m. I assume they meant my next appointment is on that date? So, the level has to be high, if they are calling me back in two days for another one. I began to wonder if this can have anything to do with my waking up with such painful,  aching joint and limbs?

At least Janis offered me a Merry Christmas, even if she did confuse me a bit. Hehe, bless her.

Heck, the wrists and knees are not getting any easier yet. But the shakes and shivering have stopped now. I’ll take an extra Codeine Phosphate when I imbibe the medications and get the Health Checks done.

I made up a humorous Thoughts of the day Ode blog about my ailments and posted it off. The words flowed freely and easily for this poem of Woe.

Then I got on with finishing off the updating of the Monday post and got that on WordPress as well. But, due to the message below, this took me ages to get finished! Humph! But it did get a lot less slow later on.

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WD 29.1.61 Huh, I then realised I had not done the Health Checks, so I did.

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2Tue04I am now more convinced than ever that something had gone wrong with the old, now thrown away thermometer. For since using this new one, the results have been higher, as you can tell on the chart above.

Good job Tim Price let me know about how low the old readings were with the old one! Thanks, Tim.

Both knees and ankles were still feeling stiff and painful. The left ones more so than the right ones. I have the feeling that the joints just might let me down again?

2Tue07While in the kitchen, I prepped the minced lamb and got it in the crock-pot.

I added some lamb gravy granules in the water and some mint sauce with a tiny drop of balsamic vinegar. I gave it all good stir and put it on auto setting.

Some canned borlotti beans to add later, and chop up some tomatoes to use as well.

2Tue0907:20hrs. The earlier crystal-clear view was getting a bit misty now.

I regretted opening the newly installed view and light-blocking, steamed up wet windows to take this photo. It was far colder than I thought. My spectacles steamed up and wet dripped inside off of the excessively thick plastic window frames and fell in onto the ledge where the bread was, and I had to throw away the bread. Well, the cobs I bought yesterday. A good job I bought the continental sliced bread though. I can have a good dunk of that in the lamb and bean stew later. Hehe!

WD 29.1.61 Hello, another trip to the Porcelain Throne. All good this time.

Did the midday Health Checks, not feeling too good now. The stiffness and aches are worse than earlier now. Humph! Still, I mustn’t moan, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun have both taken my leave.

Suddenly tiredness dawned. All I could do was to switch off the computer and get myself down in the recliner.

Four hours (or so) and many nod-offs later, I sprang awake confused. Got off to the Porcelain Throne, rinsed and got the nosh sorted while I could.

2useWD 29.1.61 A grand headache came on, and some vicious sneezing as I served up the most pathetic tasting meal I’ve made in years!

The lamb was so fatty, (but still, so am I, Hehehe!) The cob had gone hard and dry, but the oven chips were great! Tsk!

I left most it, well, I ate the chips.

I found myself in a right state as I washed the pots, battling to stay awake and ♫Aching All Over♫ still.

Last Health Checks were done, and I remembered not to take any Warfarin as per the confusing instructions.

Certainly not one of my best Christmas days. Hey-Ho!

Inchcock – Sun 2 Dec 2018: I hate Weekends! Just thought I’d mention it, like. Tsk!

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Sunday 2nd December 2018

Welsh: Dydd Sul 2 Rhagfyr 2018

23:25hrs: The brain woke up at the same time as my body this morning (rare! Hehe!) The mind was free of the usual fearful, apprehensive and vacillating thought-storm, for a change, no barrage from the encephalon today. But I did have a headache.

As I lay there, thinking ‘By gum, it feels all warm and snug this morning in here’, I moved the head and felt a bit of pain from the back of it? I had a feel around and found a tiny lump or bruise. But cannot recall anything happening that might have caused it? Well, at least it explains my headache. Hehe! Then again, this is not surprising, with my having had the Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun visits last night.

I unhitched my hog-like, outsize, paunchy-stomached body free of the £300 second-hand recliner, and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. Another firm-flatulent evacuation. During which, I spotted just three of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles). I cleaned up and antisepticated the hands and contact points.

7Sun02Then, adopted a Weevil-Seek and Destroy mode with the bug killer, in all of the rooms.

I’m pleased to report, that when I collected them all up, they counted to only nine, all dead EIBWBBBs in total! I reckon that mayhaps, the colder wet weather was helping keep these alien invaders down?

7Sun05I went to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done. I turned off the light to take this photograph out of the window of the rainy start to the day.

WD 128.0.128 Unfortunately, for me, this is when I spotted the light on in the stove and realised I had left the oven on all night!  What a nebbish!

WD 128.0.128 After taking the picture, and having the brainwave to use it as backing for my Thought of The Day; I left a finger in between the frame and the window casing as I closed it. I also believe I am a mashugana! I silently muttered something naughty under my breath!

Taking the medications, I added a stool softener capsule and Codeine Phosphate to the morning doses. The painkiller, to counter my headache, finger pain. Now Duodenal Donald is starting to kick in too. So, I had a decent guzzle of the ineffective, weak, not fit for purpose cheaper substitute for Aludrox medicine, named Peptac. Humph! At least Shaking Shaun is giving me a break. Odd moments of instability indicated that Dizzy Dennis seems to be lingering in the background, preparing an attack, though.

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WD 128.0.128 Golly-gosh, the Sys, Dia and pulse readings were a little high?

I got on with updating the Saturday post. But did not get far…

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Back on again… Tsk!

Finished the Saturday blog at last. 0500hrs!

Went on YouTube and dunked some biscuits.

Started this post off. 05:55hrs: Got up to here, and decided to get the laundry sorted out and done. Down and deposited the washing in the machine and back up to the apartment.

Hello, another Porcelain Throne visit called for?

7Sun10Watched some YouTube car crash videos, then back down to swap the clothes to the drier.

I took the recycling bag down with me to drop outside near the caretaker’s door with the others there already.

Down and out, The scaffolding is disappearing from around the foyer area outside, now. I put the big white bag of recyclable materials down 7Sun12and added my mint sauce jar and chestnut jar in the glass recycling bin.

They looked out-of-place mixed in with the other tenants, Chardonnay, lager, wine, Gin, whiskey, rum, and champagne bottles, etc.

When I emptied the drum, I found a tea-towel at the bottom that was not mine. Some poor soul had missed it earlier when taking their stuff out. I put it on the window ledge in clear view, so if they realise and come to have a look, it will be easy for them to spot it.

7Sun11I moved the things to the dryer, the filter was cleaned out, well done to whoever did it.

Two residents came in when I went out to take this photo on the left, of the rain puddles outside.

WD 128.0.128 They did not speak, nor did I because as they came into view, I had my camera up to my eye! I got a look of suspicious, surprise and superiority. (Work out what a look like this looks like if you can. Hehehe!)

Back again to the flat, and updated this blog, until it was time to go back to collect the clothing. 

WD 128.0.128 Argh! A third visit to the Throne! Not good this! And a heavy duty one as well. A smidge of blood in there, too. Feeling uncomfortable in the lower regions now! Humph!

The alarm I set chimed out, and down to the laundry room again.

WD 128.0.128 I went to get one of the toothbrushes to clean the filter with, and they were gone? Used my fingers. Got the togs out and cleaned the drum with the antiseptic wipes I keep in the laundry bag.

Up to number 72 and got the clothing in the airing cupboard. Made-up the freshener and pod pots with new supplies and put back in the bag.

0900hrs: On the Inchcock Today blog amending.

1250hrs: Finished the blog updating. Many (SSWWs in between)

Weary and tired, I thought I’d have a sit down in the £300 second-hand recliner with a drink of spring water and lemon cordial, and watch a DVD. I soon fell asleep.

I woke to see the landline phone ringing light flashing. Escaping the grip of the recliner in time before it stopped, it was Sister Jane who rang.

WD 128.0.128 Unfortunately, as I was chatting, I realised that the fungal lesion had been bleeding and dried, and moving out of the chair had cracked things and started the flow of blood again! Huh! Lucky or what? Still, I chatted away with Jane as the blood flowed down my leg, and enjoyed it. Not the blood running down, I mean the Sister Jane chinwagging)

Off to the wet room to clean up and medicate things.

6Sat06Got the meal sorted and served up. I reckon if it weren’t for the Morrison’s anaemic, flavourless, plastic-like beef slices, this meal would have been one of the best ever this year, tastewise. The bean flavouring came out perfect for once, balsamic vinegar, half-a-spoon of demerara sugar, mustard and oregano. The potato slices cooked just how I like ’em. The yellow toms were tasty, too. 9/10 Taste Rating!

Health Checks were done, and I took this photo from the kitchen window as the sun suddenly came out.

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The twinkle reflections were not planned or wanted, but it came out looking a bit different anyway.

I watched some TV (all of five minutes or thereabouts, Hehe!), before nodding off into dreamland.

TTFNski each.

Inchcock – Saturday 13th October 2018: A wanchancy ridden day, pleased to report, I got through it. Hehe!

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Saturday 13th October 2018

Zulu: NgoMgqibelo 13th October 2018

23.45hrs: I stirred with a rampantly active mind and an overactive borborygmus stomach. Hehe! No doubt this will be relieved when I go to the Porcelain Throne.

I released my body-mass from the £300 second-hand recliner with no difficulties or harassment from the ailments!

Whoopsie O1AA Spotting a black LadyBug lurking on the kitchen window ledge, prompted me to carry out a bug-killer-spray in hand patrol of all rooms, in a search and destroy mission of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and LadyBug attackers. The results were worrying:

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Most of them were dead, killed by last nights Spraying-Session, I hope. The LadyBug and a few Weevils were alive in the wet room. But not for long.

I’d left the computer in ‘Sleep-Mode’ as well!

Carried out the Health Checks. Not good results this morning, but, I’ve had worse.

6Sat07

Friday Diary completed. Still no call to the Porcelain Throne yet? A tad disquieting. Cause, there’s a plentiful supply of wind rumbling about in the innards?

Banging coming from above 0130hrs. Hope that John has not fallen out of bed!

0135hrs: Got the laundry gathered and down to get the washer going. Had to clean the filter in the dryer for readiness for later.

Plenty of leaves had been blown in during the heavy winds.

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Back up to the apartment, to update this blog.

6Sat140210hrs: Back down in the lift to move the clothing to the dryer. Some foul smells coming from the machines? So, I deterged the washing drum and sprayed some fresh-air from a can around.

The Emergency-Alarm-Pull on the wall was bleeping, a low battery warning, I expect.

I nipped outside to take this ‘Moody’ picture of the foyer entrance area. I was pleased with this one.

Then back up to update this daily catalogue of an old man’s life of ailments, Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas.

6Sat16Down later to collect the laundry.

Whoopsie O1AA I emptied the machine and found an odd sock! I found it later in between the washing machines on the dirty floor, dropped when I took out the washing from the washer!

Cleaned the filet and drum and got the clothing folded.

Whoopsie O1AA This was when I realised what a genuine, complete nebech I am! Not only had I failed to take the towels down with me, but also the dressing gown and trousers to wash!

0310hrs: Back up to the flat and put what few togs I’d washed into the airing cupboard. The odd cleaned sock, and the wet unwashed partner to this sock, I put in the washing bag ready for next time. Schlub, Humph!

Went onto Facebooking to add all the photographs I’d taken yesterday and this morning to the albums. Took me a long time, but I got them finished, and then went on the TFZer site.

0725hrs: I took a break to make a mug of tea. Opened the window to take this photograph and nearly got blown back on my feet. Talk about wind! I have outside and in, but still no being summoned to the porcelain throne yet.

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A fatidically, daunting view, and bitter strong winds.

Whoopsie O1AA As I made the brew, I realised I had not yet taken the morning medications, so I did.

I found a few funnies from the web about Police Officers and put them on the TFZ site.

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St102Then made a TFZer Graphic as well.

It was late enough now for me to start doing the cleaning, use the hoover, etc. So I made a start on it but had to force myself like. Hehe!

Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit, and Shaking Shaun joined in with him.

Not feeling too good.

I’ll carry on cleaning but take my time. Did a bit, but gave up again. So tired and drained.

6Sat18Whoopsie O1AA Got mushroom and pod peas in the crock-pot, but failed to notice that the peas had gone off! What a  Shlimazel!

So, no mushrooms or peas to eat today. Not that it mattered. I lost my appetite. Did the Health Checks and Med’s, and just sorted cleaning the crock-pot, and sat down, falling asleep.

I stirred (still feeling not right, nothing to identify, just confused and tired) later, and gave Sister Jane a call. No reply, but she rang me back a few minutes later. Enjoyed a natter.

6Sat18aDropped off to sleep again, and woke to feel a bit more like eating. So I made this meal.

But when I got around to eating it, I found I could not get much down the gullet. I left all the bread thins… it’d be easier to say what I did eat: Half of the sliced potatoes, half of the tomatoes and three pieces of bacon. But the hunger was gone.

Terrible time trying to sleep properly, forever waking every few minutes, the sweat pouring out of me.

Woke around 0030hrs: Determined to get some sorting and cleaning done.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 24th June 2018

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Sunday 24th June 2018

Portuguese: Domingo, 24 de Junho de 2018

0435hrs: Ineffably, I’d had six hours sleep last night, much better that is. No waking up, no noctambulant nibbling and no jumping awake with a start.

WDPBL02 I did have what seemed like a tumultuous long, frustrating dream, and I woke up spreadeagled half-on, half-off of the £300 second-hand recliner, with aches and pains in most locations of the torso. The back, neck and right ankle being the worst affected. The need for the utilisationing of the Porcelain Throne arrived as I was extracting my lumbering body from the chair. The chest was very itchy.

The impressions left of the dream were that I was flitting between different places I had worked over the years, and reliving the disasters and mistakes I had made, and doing them all over again. Knowing I was doing this in the dream, but unable to put things right.

WDPBL02 It took me that long to get myself upright with the body pains, the need for the Throne dissipated and was replaced with the need for me get some Phorpain gel spread on my back Not easy when one is short and chubbily built), and to take the medications, including some extra Codeine. I did the Health Checks too.

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WDPBL02 No sooner done, than the need for the Throne usage returned, so I poddled off to the wet room. I think that when I got myself body knotted up nocturnally on the recliner, I must have got the toes entangled somehow because they were now painful too? Every morning something different. Hehe!

The evacuation was another Trotsky Terence affected one.

7Sun4I decided to get the ablutions done while I was in there. No shower, of course, the noise this unit makes when operative would disturb my neighbours, so a Stand-up session was taken. I had to reapply the pain gel I’d put on an hour-and-a-half ago, of course, having washed it off. Shlemiel!

WDPBL02 I did notice how my chin was going Chicken Style in my older age. Not pretty is it. And, the torso seems to be collecting pot-marks, scars, and bruises. The poor old thing, Hehehe!

Did the medicating of Stand-up areas that need it, and went to make a brew of tea.

0600hrs, already. This sleeping for longer has upset the body clock. Haha!

I made a start on this diary.

WDPBL02 0615hrs: Clanging noise from Herbert above. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. There’s no point in my risking getting another telling off from the Nottingham City Homes for complaining about the noise. As the Management, told me; “He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. You’ll just have to live with it.” I don’t want to lose my home. I hope he has not fallen over and is bleeding to death up there, cause there was only that one noise and not the usual repetitions. But, give him time.

Went to make another brew for the one that I let go cold. Took these photographs from the kitchen window.

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I then tried to have a go on Facebook, fingers crossed that yesterdays problems with it going so slow and accessing things has been righted.

I spent a long time making a TFZer graphic. I hope they like it.

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I enjoyed doing this one.

Then I went on WordPress Reader for a perusal of others stuff. Good stuff again.

I rang Sister Jane, and she rang back. Her ‘Inchcock Food Intake’ advisory and instructional mode were adopted; She said it was good that I was not eating whole pork pies with a meal. Haha! We had a natter, losing the connection in the middle of it. As she rang off, I got a ‘battery critically low’ warning. The phone was charged up yesterday morning too! Glad we spoke though, cause Pete said he had not received the diary for yesterday, I checked, and he was right. I really thought I’d sent it as well. Humph! Klutz!

So I sent it off and got on to doing the Morrison order.

7Sun38I want to get that and the meal was done so I can settle to watch the England v Panama game. I just hope that Duodenal Donald eases off in a bit, he’s very naughty to me at the moment.

I ate the fodder while watching the football match. But not much of it. One muffin, a few chips, half of the gherkins and tomatoes.

7Sun35aThe Panamanian tactics in defence were more like rugby than soccer.

But what a result.

Certainly caught me by surprise in the first half. The second-half was more like the England team I know and love, ineffective.

After the game, Duodenal Donald was still grieving me, and the mind went off on one of its wanderings, worrying and fretting sessions and stayed that way all night.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications with an extra Omeprazole capsule and a few good swigs of the pitifully inefficacious antacid medicine.

The body closed down, the meal tray and dirty still half-filled plate sat of the chair next to the second-hand £300 recliner that I sprawled on top of, looking and feeling depressed and concerned over everything. Where the tray and I remained for several hours; Me, with about as much life in the crumb and uneaten food-filled plastic food-tray.

The mind did not stop stewing away.

Eventually, I had to get out of the chair, to tend to the wet-warm feeling from the lower regions. Cleaned things up and applied the medications. I considered having a stand-up -wash and shave, then the thought that I need to get help with the insurance telephoning tomorrow – then, I remembered I must also get help to phone the surgery about the appointment changes… next I stubbed my toe on the trolley. Then I feared I might have left the oven or tap on in the Kitchen… On and on these, what were to me, worrying things pestered me. I ended up checking the kitchen. Then doing nothing else other than getting my head down again.

Weekends are not my favourite times.

Taketh care folks. TTFN.