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Inchcock – Friday 21st Aug 2020: Plenty of Whoopsie and Accifauxpas, but a betterer day. Yee-Ha!

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Friday 21st Aug 2020

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 21ain Awst 2020

03:00hrs: Woke, wrestled out of the c1968 recliner, and I limped with Metal-Mickey (the four-pronged walking stick) to the wet room for a wee-wee. Which was of the WTOP (Weak-Trickling-Orange-Painful) variety. Still, these ‘Guess What It Will be Like’, ever-varying wee-wees give me something to look forward to in a morning. Hehehe!

The ankle ulcer was looking to me as if the vesication was on the verge of clearing up! All the matter had cleared, leaving just a few, on the surface itchy spots showing. Artistically designed mind. It can’t be a bad sign, this.

As I made my way into the kitchen, it dawned on me how easily I’d been getting around, and, not walked into or bumped into any doors or whatever! (A genuine first time in months event!) I’d even taken the wee-wee, without any signs of wobbling, balance-loss, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, or Dizzy Dennis bothering me.

My being a nebbech, worry-wart, fatalist, and pessimist (as is sure to be expected for an ill-fated, unlucky nincompoop like me), I cautiously refused to listen to the urge from within, to adopt a smug-mode. I knew better, and my EQ was at that very time, warning me of frustrations to come again today! Which was a little disheartening after the last four days of anguish, failure and nowt much, going right! Grobbleknangles! 

But I could be wrong, cause the Health checks went alright and the sphygmomanometerisationing BP results,  were not so bad.

Perhaps a smidge high on the SYS. The working-again Thermometer read 83.5°f, which seemed good enough to me. And, taking the medications, I didn’t drop a single tablet or capsule, and failed to spill or drop the Peptac bottle! Oh, yes! Still, I resisted going into a Smug-Mode!

I got on the computer, and for some unascertained reason, I found this clip I’d taken later when I got around to putting the photos in the diary? Why? No idea, now!

Then as I got on the computer, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, Anne Gyna and Nocodemus’s Neurotransmitters all attacked me at the same time! Yee God’s I was in a state! Confused, bewildered and not able to concentrate at all. I took some painkillers, cause Anne Gyna was really having a crack at me! The clanging from above didn’t help.

The wind was getting up high again, the trees were taking a bashing out there. I’ll see if I can take some photo’s later on, of the area around the flats. Hello, it’s getting brighter now, but the winds are still howling!

 There I was, thinking how well I was doing under the circumstances… and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had my hand all over the place – and I ended up with the Catagories and Tags, disappeared from the editor, on WordPress! Oy, oy, oy! Sick to the teeth with ailments causing problems for me, every single day!

Yet again, I’ve no idea how, or what I did. But when the hands fly, the main concentration is on not knocking anything over and staying in the chair! I spent hours trying to get to find out how to get them back, but nope!

I used the setting button at the top of the editor, removed the selected he ticks, but failure, being my password and nickname, nothing happened. I did an email to Mr Price, asking for advice on the subject.

Oh, boy, what a picklement I’ve got myself into again! I’m more behind now than usual and feeling rather low in spirits, morose, depressed, and more tenebrific with things. Gragnackles! Grrr! I took a picture through the rain-letting in, balcony, the one with the finger trapping metal release clips,  and that need pushing and pulling at the same time to open or close the side windows. And the thick frames that rattle and spoil the view.

This is how the balcony looked when I first moved in, airy, easy, simple, bootiful! I do miss the old one so much!

But of course, I’m not bothered in the slightest! Off to the wet room, I poddled, taking my frustrations with me. A tap-tapping from Herbert above accompanied me.

Albutioning Session Report

  • The anticipation call to the Porcelain Throne did not arrive.
  • Cleaning the teeth, I dropped the battery toothbrush, somehow it still worked after being retrieved.
  •  The shaving was again bloody. Hehehe! Three tiny nicks, both earholes and under the chin.
  •  Ah, the showering, that did not go so well. Dropped the showerhead, flannel (3), carbolic soap (2), and the hand-rail was clobbered with my right elbow.
  •  Drying off, had a nasty Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis session. I sat on the shower chair for a while, during which Saccades Sandra had a bash at me. Soon came round, and started the medicalisationing.
  •  Dropsies: The Germoliod and Daktacort cream tubes (3), I went up a class with next Whoopsie, and dropped the Germolene pink tube without realising it, trod on it looking for my spectacles. Well, at least the floor will be ready-medicated if it gets a cut! Haha! Cleaned up.
  • Getting the PP’s on, I lost my balance. (No ailments to blame as far as I could tell, I just went over, backwards). A spot of luck with this though, I was so close to the door, it broke my fall, I slid down and clumped on my backside with a thud! I’ll likely have a bruise on the coccyx.
  •   Had to redo the Haemhorroid Harolds, they were bleeding a bit, and needless to say, stinging. I do hope that the noise of my tumble didn’t annoy Herbert up above. It took a while to stop the flow of the red stuff, but I managed. Cleaned it up again, and got some more Germoloid on them. Costing me a fortune this is!

I had to work on the blog, and try not to get annoyed at the missing details. I remembered later, I need to do an order for next week, should it be with Morrisons or Sainsbury’s? A quick check on the Surimi stocks in the fridge, and recalling the crush oven dishes last time, and I decided it would be Sainsbury’s, cause Morrisons do not sell the better ones. I got it done in a reasonable time, 20 minutes or so, got a slot for Tuesday 25th August, but a little later in the day at 15:00 > 16:00hrs. I put this on the Google Calendar.

As I stood up to make a mug of tea, my forecast for getting a bruise on my coccyx proved right. It was like a dull ache as soon I tried to stand up. It made using Metal Micky a bit painful. The elbow was aching a bit too. Such a choice of pains, aches and stings, I’m blessed really!

I made the brew and got settled at the computer again. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed again, and I ended up losing some writing I’d done, and had scrolled right down at the bottom of the WordPress editing page… which was good!

I found the tags and categories I’d lost! What a Shlemiel I am! I sent an email to Tim Price telling him and apologising for bothering him, again. The chap’s saved my bacon no-end of times with WordPress problems.

The wind was getting more and more bothersome now. I bet it gets some of the tenants a bit worried, as well as me. Haha! I had to get up for another wee-wee, and the pain in the rear-end seemed a little less bothersome and sore?

I put the kettle on to make a brew to replace the one that had gone cold. And opened the window to take some shots of the scenery, and nearly got myself blown backwards into the kitchen! Good Heavens! I’ve not got a shirt on either!  Hahaha!

But, with me being the brave, heroic, gallant, daring, intrepid, fearless, lionhearted, indomitable, stalwart, masculine, young man that  I am, I persevered with taking the Inchcock Today photographicalisationing. Ahem!

I had to laugh. I spotted some clothes on a washing line straight ahead of me. And zoomed in to get a shot of the shirts, I think they were, blowing every which way in the high winds, thinking it would be a great shot. Both of the shirts were whisked away by the gale, high in the sky, and had gone out of view within seconds! If I’d had a movie camera, it would have been impressive.

I took a photo of the end car park, for the Billumski Red Car Regulator, in Ohio, I’ll check that later if I remember. Hehe!

I got back to the computer, forgetting all about making a brew. And looked up the weather on the BBC site.

It also gave a forecast for Nottingham for a few days. Better prepare for probable, prolonged precipitation, perhaps. Puddles and all that? Hehehe!

Ah, well, good news finding the new location of the tags and categories, this has definitely given me a boost, dragged me from the dumps! I dare not, I think I’ve mentioned this already, try to move them back to where I’d like then again, I may lose them altogether.

Oh, yes, this bit of luck has perked me up, supercalifragilisticexpialidociously. But still cannot block out the weariness and fatigue that approached. I’ll get the nosh sorted out, just in case I nod-off unexpectedly. Haha! 

This is the result of my first ‘Eat-Less’ effort meal. Cunningly put on a big tray and spread out, so it looked more significant, no peas, no potatoes, no chips or fries, low-calorie dessert, thin milk roll bread, thinly… I say thinly spread with butter, fish meal! It went down well, a score for the flavour of 7/10!

I put the pots to soak in the bowl. I was soon in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringeworthily-beige-coloured recliner. And, to my great satisfaction, I’d drifted off to sleep without the need of the boring TV to assist me, into the bliss of sleep!

Five minutes or so later, the landline flashed, it was Nurse Hristina, telling me she would be here on Monday, to take my blood, twixt 10:00 > 14:00hrs. The line was crackly, I was half-asleep, but I wrote the times down to add to the calendar in the morning.

I crawled back into the none-working recliner.

I had trouble getting back to sleep, though. No thought-storming, more a vacant space in my mind? Tried putting on the TV, but that didn’t work, turned it off, and thought I’d have a go at the crossword book. A mistake that was, I know now!

I’d got put of the rickety-recliner, got the stick, and made my way to the crossword book… The toe-stubbing I gave myself en route, almost made me cry out on agony! One of my more proficient efforts! Argh! The thoughts of the crosswording dissipated. I grabbed a codeine tablet I’d missed taking earlier from the Ottoman, and lay there for hours, waiting for the pain to subside so I could get back to Sweet Morpheusing!

 

Inchcock – Thurs 20 Aug 2020: Ineffable improvements to today’s activities, with much soliloquizing!

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Thursday 20th August 2020

Italiano: Giovedì 20 Agosto 2020 

03:00hrs: I’d given up all hope of any sleep. I felt full of worries, apprehensiveness, and in a state of fearful confusion. The past few days have been a challenge, a fight, a struggle.

Now here I was, ashamed of how I’d handled, or instead coped, with the persistent ongoing, never-ending problems of recent days. Not so long ago, these Whoopsies and Accifauxpas would not have got me down in the manner they do nowadays. I approached my dilemma from another angle. Desperate to find a way of coping betterer. I had a chat with myself; “It’s not long before the end is nigh for you, so why fret over things, Inchy?” That’s as far as I got with the self-discussion, as a desperately urgent need for a wee-wee arrived!

Ever since I got up, the wee-weeing had been frequent, and every one of them was of the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painless) style and, free of any PMAD’s Pre Micturition Dribble, and Post-Micturition After Dribble. I’ll try not to mention them too often unless there are any changes in their style or mode.

I went to do the Health Checks, take the medications, and make a brew of Glengettie tea. The BP readings were up a tad, and the thermometer, that has miraculously started working again read 37.3°c. The tablets were taken, and I took the tea to the computer with me.

I pressed on with the updating of yesterday’s post, got it finished, and posted off to WordPress. Went on the Reader section. Then Pinterested some photos. Made another brew of Thompsons Punjabi tea. I could hear creaking noises all around, very strange, I couldn’t fathom what was causing them. The ‘Hum’ seemed weaker this morning. I’d sooner have the Hum than these worrying scrunching noises!

Then the computer mayhem started! I tried to post the links, but Google kept telling me that it cannot save each time I tried to put a contacts address on the Email!

I wasn’t sure if the problem was the internet connection or with Google. Or had I made a mega-cock-up somewhere? This is possible, it has been known in the past, you know! Humph! 

After an hour or so of faffing about and getting nowhere fast, I asked Google if they had any problems. This came up? It didn’t help me. Apart from I now knew the hiccup was with Google Gmail.

I tried to use the M Mail, but it needed so much time and effort to set up, I thought I’d leave it and hope it comes back on later.

I went and got the early ablutions done. A had a few dropsies and a cut or two when shaving, but it was a fairish session. The medicationalisationing was a smidge messy. Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the funiculus were bleeding and stinging somewhat more than usual.

I made a start on this blog for a while, then the Iceland delivery man arrived, and put the bags through the door for me.

I got them into the kitchenette and started to store them away.

I’d bought too much freezer stuff on this order, and struggled to get it all in, but it was no good. The big bag of chips, I can’t recall ordering at all?

I put it down to my funny moment come turn yesterday when I was placing the order.

The fridge was another mystery to me, why had I bought pork pies when I’d sworn not to again? Hehehe!

I made up some black waste bags to go to the chute, a recycling one to go down to the big bin outside, then I put a few frozen things in a carrier to take to Jenny’s flat. She will make sure they go to a deserving cause for me.

I meant to ring Jenny before going, but got all confused and forgot to! I am a Schlub!) Mainly, due to my battle trying to get all the bags fitted, so they stayed on the three-wheel walker guide. Tsk!

Got to the chute room and deposited the black bags. As I was coming out, I thought to myself, ‘I’m doing alright, here.’ Fate! I clouted my right shoulder on the edge of the door! And ever since, (up to now) I have been bothered by Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, so much, the whole joint is now aching. Gragglespitness!

 I was going to go down to Jenny’s next, but I felt the need of another wee-wee coming on. My fear of my urge incontinence, made me return to the flat first, and visit the wet room.

Boy, I’m so glad I did – what a wee-wee it was! A BOSASSA (Blasting Out-Spraying-and-Suddenly-Stopping-Abruptly) mode. But I didn’t leave after cleaning up, for I just knew somehow that the MAD (Micturition After-Dribble) was coming. And it did. Smugness-Mode-Grade 3-Temporarily-Adopted!

Back to the lift lobby, and caught the residents lift within seconds of pressing the button. Down to the ground floor and walked through the hall, saying my hello to Doris, who was sat in a chair and looking very fit and satisfied. ♥ Out to the skip, and back in again. When we had a natter, and I took her photograph. We both agreed that the Coronavirus isolationing had ruined our social lives. She kindly didn’t mention my jerking all the time shoulder, bless her. Ah, it’s Francis, not Doris! Sorry, Francis! ♥ Names, as with many other traits, are not my strongest point.

I got up to Jenny’s flat and left the carrier near her front door. 

As I got in the lift up to the flat, someone had been smoking in the cage. Eurgh! 

Back to the flat, and working on the updating again, and Jenny rang me, she’s worked out when she saw the Iceland carrier the things were in, that I’d made another cock-up and run out of room in the freezer again. Hahaha! I think I might rename her Sherlockski-Jenny. Hahaha! She’s made sure that the fodder was used for a good cause, Bless Her!

Sister Jane then rang, the link I’d sent was for the wrong day, Tuesday, not Wednesday! I was having another bad day! But we had a quick natter, and hubby Pete had gone out to town and was doing alright. Great news!

So, after the call and natter, I set about trying to find out what I’d done wrong. I clicked the Wednesday link, and it told me no such address is known! I was going crazy, trying to find out what I’d done wrong! I spent hours, and eventually, but I’m not sure, think I used a different blog name, GerryNottingham, not the usual tgc6244 one, and tried to resend with that one. I don’t know if it worked on Gmail, but eventually, after much anguish and a prayer, I clicked it, and it did connect? I sent the new link off, asking Jane and Pete to let me know if it was the right one. No responses yet, so my depression grew worse.

Pressed on with the diary, and the need for the Porcelain Throne became known. Off to the wet-room zone, alone. My bad poetry comes free! Hahaha!

Chrickus-shock-and-ouch! Another solid, excruciating session! Took ages, the crossword book was utilised. (Oddly, I got a few clues solved in mid-agony?)

I tried to catch-up on the Facebooking before the Firemen arrived. Had to stop, so I could sort things before they arrive. Back in a bit…

The intercom rang out, and two Firefighters seeked entry. Pressed them in, and they were soon at the door. The two chaps came in, and it became obvious to me, I was going to have difficulties in hearing what they said due to the masks they had on.

They were trying to be helpful, and I felt like someone was interested in trying to help. They question me as to what to do in the event of a fire, asked if I’d ever had one, etc. and then moved to support available.

I mentioned that the nurse had asked the falls team to contact me again, told and shown them Metal Mickey (the four=pronged walking stick), that the team had supplied me with on their visit after the stroke. They wanted to report my circumstances to the Falls Team again and explained why this is a good idea. Then asked if I minded if they contacted my Doctor, and Nottingham City Homes, which I agreed to.

The Brain Fog and fatigue started coming on, as is normal for me at this time of day, but with not getting any sleep last night at all, seemed more severe, and it was like turning off my concentration-box. Much of the memories of the last half hour of questions and suggestions went off into the ether.

I recall thanking them, and they said not to go with them to the door, and how odd it felt not doing so. The photographs I must have taken are the main-memory prompters, and I recall feeling a lot better, but a nuisance?

The nosh came out better than ever tonight. I recall being well-pleased with it. On the notepad on the Ottoman, I’d scribbled a tick, and 8/10! Getting to sleep was miraculously smooth this time, I was off within minutes, and that was despite the Though-Storms!

A minute or so into the kip and the landline flashed and rang. It was Jenny, bless her cotton socks. Nora had enjoyed the wine and battered fish she’s prepared for her. Jen was a little disturbed at waking me, but for Jenny, no problem.

I had no bother in getting back to sleep at all.

An hour or so later, and the landline burst into life again. This time it was a struggle, for I was in the deep-sleep mode to get to it in time. It was the Doctor’s surgery, with the new INR Warfarin doses (I’d written all this down on the small notepad). Tonight 2½, and then 2 a night until the next blood test, which is on Monday 24th August. (I found I’d put this in the Google calendar in the morning, but can’t remember doing it, Tsk!)

Sweet Morpheus soon returned, Blissfully!

Inchcock – Wednesday 19th August 2020: A zemblanity filled, sanity testing day. Argh!

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Wednesday 19th August 2020

Bulgarian: Сряда, 19 август 2020 г.

03:10hrs: I woke in a bit of a panic today. The need for a wee-wee has never been more urgent! Hehehe! Somehow I managed to get my flabby, obese-bellied, and skinny limbed body, free of the £300, second-hand, c1968, most-uncomfortable, no-longer working, heavy, yet tottery, rickety, rusty, rachitic, recliner. Got Metal Mickey (four-pronged walking stick), and waddled off to the wet room. Noticed some signs of nocturnal nibbling en route!

 Disappointingly, I cracked the right shoulder against the door frame. Somewhat off-putting, as I had been doing so well in the distance-reading the last two days. Ah, well! The wee-wee was of the JPASB (Jet-Powered-Achroous-Spray-Back) mode, which caught me out a bit. Haha! Cleaned up, and off to the kitchenette. Got the kettle on and had to make back for the wet room smartly, as the sudden bubbling, brewing, and rumbling from the innards kicked off.

 Oh, dear, what a session. Pure pain, lots of blood, but at least it wasn’t messy. Had a go at the crossword-book while waiting for the movement to restart itself, it stopped part-way again! The cistern did not clear the evacuated product and needed assistance from a few jugs of water manually deposited in the Porcelain Throne, and four, I say, four, flushes, and still there were bits of TP not cleared! It’s a challenge these days, going to the toilet! 

Back to the cold tea in the kitchen. (Tsk!) And I got the Health Checks done. The BP figures were reet-grand. The thermometer started working again (it beat me why, too?). A result of 62.4°f, that’s about right as well! Took the medications.

Did some thought-graphics, and made a template up. Then got on with updating the Tuesday blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were behaving, and most pleasingly, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley was only giving me short bursts this morning. And with the absence of Saccades Sandra and Shaking Shaun as well, I got the updating done in good time. Got it posted off to WordPress, emailed the link, and answered a comment on WP.

I celebrated with another mug of Thompsons Punjana tea. Took this picture on the right, then went on the WordPress Reader section.

With the beautiful, nae, voluptuous vampire nurse due, and a possible delivery from Amazon (sleeves of long-life milk – I live well!), I’d better get the ablutions tackled early. Knowing my luck, because I’ve remembered to do this, they will all come late, I suppose. (My confidence, élan, positivism, and decisiveness are at an all-time low, you know! Hey-Ho!) Back in a bit…

I’m back now. And can report a much betterer session today! No shower, too early in the day for that with the noise it makes.

The feet were looking almost normal when I started and signs of bruising from the toe-stubbing. The teeth were cleaned without any hassle or bother.

 The shaving was the problem area, and at the same time, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kicked in! The result was two neck cuts, a chin nick, and a hard to stop bleeding nip behind the ear hole. I can’t understand why hairs grow behind the ear-holes so much, and none on the head!

The medicationalisationing went even smoother. Mind you, Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding.

I got the unshakeable, ineffaceable feeling that today was going to be full of such strangenesses. Aye, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Wairuas, Kehuas, Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; To scare the bejesus out of, annoy, unnerve,  and put the wind up the old energumenist, Inchcock. Yes, they were on their way! My EQ is rarely wrong.

Having completed the ablutions, medicationalisationings and got some clothes on, I got the waste bags made up and onto the trolley with a white bag of recyclables. Then set-off to the waste room in the lift lobby. Got the small bags down to the caretaker’s big bin.

I had a little natter with Robert, and then made my way back to the Woodthorpe Court lobby entrance, taking this rather natty Well, I like it) photograph before entering the building.

I poddled through to the lift lobby and waited for the elevator to arrive. Again, not any folks around whatsoever to have a natter with. Shame that! The resident’s lift came straight away. Into the cage, I popped and pressed the 12th-floor’s button.

Regretfully, then Peripheral Pete launched one of his involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler right leg dance routines, and I fell forward over the trolley-guide. I caught the Alarm button as I put my hand out to stop going all the way down.

The button flashed, and I thought, “I’m in trouble now!” But, nothing happened, no sounding bells or klaxons, nothing happened. Which was lucky for me, I thought! The Schuplatter dance lasted only a few seconds, and apart from the Osteoarthritis in the little finger, or whatever it is, no injuries. * This reminded me, the Doctor in the stroke ward, said she’d arrange a visit for me with a rheumatologist. Still, with the flipping Coronavirus bother, it’ll have to wait, I suppose.

Come think of it, I might be confused over this, it could have been a Cardiologist, Nephrologist, Geriatric Phycologist, Vascular Phycologist, or even a Psychological Neurologist? Hahaha! 

 I got out of the elevator and got into the flat. As I was putting the three-wheeler in the corner of the mini-hallway – I got such a shock! The fire alarm in the flat, burst into life! Klaxon blaring, red light flashing – Oh, heck! My head was about three feet away from the blaring Klaxon!

No panicking, though. Well, maybe a tiny bit! Humph! I checked each room and cupboard, no signs of any fire. I then rang Deana to let her know, Deana said the alarm had not activated on her panel? Comforting to know that!

Deana arrived at the flat. The gal was very relaxed and calm about things, which was more than I was, I had a sense that I had done something wrong, yet I knew that I hadn’t. Shortly, there were three fire-tenders on site!

Deana went out to greet the emergency services. A fireman appeared with Deana. The fireman wanted to know what precisely I had been doing. So I told him; I’d got back in the flat from taking the waste down to the rubbish bin, put the walker in the corner, and the fire alarm activated. He suggested I have a visit from the team to offer support on avoiding fires. Fair enough, I said, although I have never had a fire in my life.

He reset the alarm and then poddled off. I got the podded peas into the saucepan, all ready to cook later on. Very lovely, they tasted raw, as well! Not many left for the nosh now, and I found some from yesterday’s podding session. Haha! 

Then, Nurse Hristina arrived. Patiently listened to my tale of woe with the alarm as she took the blood. She was in a rush but remained friendly and kind to me.

I began to update the blog again, and the landline burst forth and flashed. It was the Fire Brigade; they will be calling on me tomorrow, around 14:30hrs.

I went back to updating this blog. Then, and guess what?

This crap service from Mr Fries makes me sick! But, I was warned of bother coming today, by my EQ!

I got the oven on and some battered fish cooking. I got the garden pea’s saucepan, on a low heat setting.

Internet back on, but deadly slow, now!

Then the door chimes rang out. I said it was going to be a busy day! Humph! It was milk sleeves arriving. I opened the door, and they were on the door frame outside. I got them opened and put some in the fridge. There was a good shelf life on them!

At last, something had gone right! Hurrah!

The fodder was about cooked, so I turned everything off, it was close to my regular head down-time anyway. I got the nosh served up. A jolly decent flavour-rating of 8/10 fish nosh. I washed the pots and got a bottle of spring water, and in the recliner, sleep searching.

There followed a series of botherations, that encapsulated Sweet Morpheus attempts, ideally;

: A landline call: “I’m from BT, it has been noticed that…” Auto recording. Rang-off, and got back in the c1968 recliner, well-miffed! 

: Ten minutes later, a landline call: TheDoctors surgery with the results and new Warafrin INR doses: Tonight 2.5, then 2 nightly until Monday 24th August, the next Blood Test date. Scribbled details on the note pad. I got back in the c1968 recliner, well tired.

: Another landline call: “I’m from BT, it has been noticed that…” I said nothing when I picked up the handset, recorded talking in the background. Auto recording. Rang-off, and got back in the c1968 recliner, well-miffed! 

: Half-an-hour or so later, yet another landline call: “I’m from Visa, there has been a £4000 transaction on you… Auto recording. Rang-off, and got back in the c1968 recliner, well-miffed! I scribbled down notes on each call on the pad.

The Thought-Storms began, and I was so annoyed at these damned con-calls! The last time when I did some searching, the number was registered in London, a further search on the web, revealed those I had then, were from Nigeria and Albania.

It took me hours to get the mind free enough to almost nod off, and the landline burst forth and flashed again! I ignored it.

No chance of sleep now, I put on the TV and headphones.

– A tired, almost angry, frustrated and bewildered Inchcock, gave up and decided to get on the computer. The very moment I attempted to shuffle my short-plump, overweight podgy body from the £300, second-hand recliner… Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kicked off, and Colin Cramps joined in on my legs and feet!

So I acquired some new bruises, crawled back into the rickety recliner, and sort of sulked and felt sorry for myself! But the Thought-Storms, fears, frustrations, and events of this wickedly tormenting day, flowed. 03:00hrs, I got up for a wee-wee, and stayed up!

Sleep? What’s that then?

Inchcock – Tuesday 18th August 2020: Worra Day!

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Tuesday 18th August 2020

Afrikaans: Dinsdag 18 Augustus 2020

04:15hrs: The moment I woke up, the memories of the ‘dodgy’ phone call from last night flooded back. I laid and stewed thinking about it, wondering what to do about it. Thankfully, the need of a wee-wee arose, breaking my train of thoughts. I disentangled my grossly big and wobbly-bellied body from the c1968 recliner. Got Metal Mickey the four-pronged walking stick) and off to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), and took an RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) type, wee-wee.

I spotted signs of nocturnal nibbling, Guilt-Mode-Engaged!

No demand for the Porcelain Throne, that was a rarity.

Took the bucket and cleaned and sanitised it, washed the hands and off to the kitchen for the important stuff, a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea.

Took a photo of the morning view, and set about getting the Health Checks sorted.

The sphygmomanometer readings were a little better today, the SYS was down a fair bit, I’m glad to report.

I nearly injected a hypo of Enoxaparin. I stopped myself in time, and wondered how I could have thought to do this in the first place? Still, if one didn’t recognise that you make mistakes, you’d never know the difference between confidence and ability! Too many people in my life have shown over-confidence and conceitedness to con their way up the ladder – but with a minimum of ability. Just thought I’d mention it, like! But when I was last made redundant, the chap they kept on, was caught stealing from them a month or two later. Hehehe!

I got on with updating the Monday blog and despite the occasional attacks from Shaking Shaun, did it in a reasonable time. Pinterested some photos, went on the WordPress Reader.

Jenny called me on the landline and put me into a more stable frame of mind.  When she told me that she had had similar phonecalls, and they would all be cons! Bless her!

I had an updating session on Facebook, then time approached for me to get the ablutions done. And what a mixed bag of a session this one was! 

ABLUTIONALISATIONALISTICISATIONING REPORT:

  •  I got through the doorway, without any walking into, banging into, knocking over anything, or losing my balance! Smug-Mode-Partially-Adopted!
  •  Then stubbed my toes against the enamel on the sink riser!
  • Cleaning the teeth went almost painlessly, and with only two dropsies!
  • Bit of a disappointment in the shaving department, five dropsies, and four cuts, but not serious ones. The cartilage in the fingers, mostly to blame.
  • The showering went well, only three-dropsies! The showerhead (which did not land on my toes this time!), and the shower gel bottler (2). 
  • The towelling drying off had a couple of close calls, I almost had the things off of the floor cabinet twice, but somehow they rattled together, some fell, but nothing fell on the floor! Great!
  • The medicationalisationing was a lengthy grind today. I’ a smidge worried about using so much of the Phorpain Gel, considering the new warning notes in the boxes, about folks having their body parts burst into flame when they were too close to a heat source. (Not joking!)
  • I had no option but to use the gel on the usual areas, knees, right ankle, wrists and shoulders. But today, the cartilage in the fingers was worse than they’ve ever been, so I gave the fingers on the right hand a good dubbing. I just hope that any visitors today, are not smoking. Hahaha!
  • The furuncles had to be ointmentated, very carefully, to avoid any of the Chlorhexidine cream getting on to Harold’s Haemorrhoids, and conversely, with the Germoloid Cream! Fiddly work! I should have been a Doctor you know. Hahaha!
  • Oiled the ear canals, sprayed eyes for Saccades, and  Chlorhexidine creamed the bruises, with no bother.
  • A bit of a challenge in getting down to the ankle ulcer and Oedema creams. But the long picker-upper and some ingenuity on my part, although I made a right mess of doing it, meant it was easy enough, if complicated. Haha!
  • However, I was in two minds whether it needed doing (the ulcer), cause it looked like it was virtually cleared up now, compared to yesterday? Almost just freckles showing? Although it was still stinging a bit. All confusing!
  • Then, the most painful I’d left until last. (Coward! Tsk!) Little Inchies fungal lesion, applying the Fluconazole hydrocortisone cream was done. It didn’t bother me at all!

Abltionalisationing Advice available, to other multi-ailment sufferers. At cheap rates!

Got the PPs and trousers on, and off to the kitchen to make a brew of Morrison’s Extra Strong Assam Tea!

Stroke of bad luck as I was putting the milk back into the fridge. The damn right leg suddenly went into an involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine! I didn’t go over mind, I grabbed at the fridge door for balance; which caused all of the things, aluminium cooking tray, foils dishes etc. to tumble from the refrigerator top!  Grigglebogsblowit! I spent a long time, trying to reshape some of the trays, and get them back up again. The lost amazing thing about the incident is not the bruise I got on my left leg, how I avoided going over, or my not dropping the milk, but the flaming noise they made! Hehehe! I bet Herbert heard it!

I made another brew of Glengettie Gold this time, to replace the Assam brew that had gone cold as I cleared up the mess. And gingerly got the milk out of the cooler, and even more carefully, put it back!

Herbert started to bang and knock from above! Whether it was due to my noisy calamity, I have no idea.

I took a shot through the balcony window.

At long last, I started to create this blog. And the landline burst forth and flashed again. It was my Brother-in-law, flat breaker, Cancer suffering, going bald after his Chemo, Xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred, Pete.

We had a jolly good natter. Poor lad, his hair is coming out faster after his third session in the nuclear chemotherapy-pump. But he says he enjoyed talking to others in the same boat at the hospital. Last night the bloke woke up feeling sick, and he was. I think this is not a bad thing, as the bodies natural defences are telling him they want to rid the innards of some sort of danger. Easy for me to say, I know, but I believe this.

Pete’s always been a bit of Charles Atlas type, fit, rarely been ill with it (Makes me sick! Hehe, only joking, Pete!) So it’s only natural he’s going to struggle to cope with this cancer. Mind you, he did once fall asleep on the arm of the setee, fell off and broke his neck! Not a lot of people can say that! Hahaha!

Pete mentioned my blog message about the phoney phone call I got, from someone claiming to be from Visa. He also thinks it was a con-job.

We managed to have a laugh between ourselves, said our farewells, and I went to make yet another brew, this time of Glengettie. The tea had gone cold again. Tsk!

Got some Comments answered. Well, the comment, answered. Then did some more updating of this post.

Still no signs of any Porcelain Throne requirements?

I went to make another mug of tea, Glengettie Gold. (I’ve a thirst on today?)

Went out in the balcony and took these three pictures of the parked cars along Chestnut Walk. Not many spaces available, I can’t see any, in fact?

Hello, Herbert’s giving me some more tip-tap knocking again. I wonder what he’s making this time?

The weather is looking a bit threatening. Might be storm clouds, but they are fast-moving in an Easterly direction.

By the time they turn to rain, the clouds might have moved to Skegness. Haha!

Christ! Herbert’s banging and thudding away again now!

I’ll get some garden peas shelled methinks. Perhaps have a fishcake sarnie, peas and tomatoes later? Or not. A rough estimate of peas loss: 20 – Found or retrieved: 8. Humph!

Hell, Herbert! Give us a (swear word removed) rest from the banging and tap-tapping will yer! 

I’ll get the meal prepped. Wholemeal bread thins, buttered and filled with tomatoes with a bit of onion salt. Surimi sticks, red potato-fritters, and fresh garden peas. A mini apple pie and lemon yoghourt.

Taste Rating: 6/10.

I  did the washing up, then for once, I eagerly got down in the recliner to watch some TV. The cause of this avidity was I could get the headphones on, thus not have to listen to Herbert’s tap-tap, clunking! I realised that getting to sleep was not going to be an option.

Within a few minutes, the landline flashed. It was the delightful Vampire Nurse Hristina, telling me she would be arriving to take my blood in the morning, twixt 10:00>11:00hrs in the morning. I thanked her and got settled down again.

An episode of Law & Order was starting. Then a summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. No rest for Inchy tonight! Krickus!

What a bloody affair it was! Much cleaning and medicationalisationing required. Cribblebogangonies! 

I got settled down again. Praying for some rest, anything so precious as sleep would be a sweet bonus.

Ten minutes or so later, I could hardly believe it, the landline lit up and flashed again! It was the QMC’s Warfarin Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic. The kind lady told me to take 2½ Warfarin tonight, and a blood test will be arranged for tomorrow. (I was getting a little confused and muddleheaded!) I thanked her and then pondered a while.

I’d taken 2 Warfarin already, so went to get a half a tablet to take. But, foolishly ended up taking the whole 2½ that she’s mentioned. Thus, I’ve have taken 4½ Warfarin now (I think?). Gragnankles! 

Back to the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, sickeningly beige-coloured, recliner again. (The exercise will do me some good perhaps? Haha!)

Wrote some notes on the pad to remind me of evenings farce for this diary. Then turned off the TV, and with hopes of sleep, I covered my head and eyes with the thin quilt and then waited for Sweet Morpheus to arrive…

An hour later, having not being able to stop the Thought-Storming, I thought that turning the TV back on might help me get asleep. Ha!

I needed a wee-wee. Struggled out of the rickety recliner again, and to the wet room. Getting back, I gave myself as good a toe-stubbing as possible on the corner of the Ottoman. Granglespithowlations! 

A sort of evening (and day really!) that I could have done without!

And to think, a nearby neighbour, in Brookfield Place, two-up two-down terrace housing, right next to the railway viaduct in the Meadows area of Nottingham, nearly seventy years ago, a grand chap called Mr Wright, always used to address me as, ‘Lucky!’

If I’d known then, wot I know now… Hehehe!

Inchcock Today – Monday 17th August 2020: A befuddling day!

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Monday 17th August 2020

Sethoso: Mantaha Oa La 17 Phato 2020

03:35hrs: I woke, in a vague cloak surrounding me. Without thinking of anything, really, yet everything at the same time.

I rose and got to the GPOEB (Grey-Plastic-Overnight-Emergency-Bucket), and spent a hell of a long time passing a WTPP (Weak-Trickling-Pale-Painful) wee-wee. Last night was the worst night’s sleep in months! I was not really with it at all. At this stage, things seem to be done in an auto-mode fashion. Until the PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble) started to drizzle a lot more ferociously than usual. Tsk! I went to get my hands washed and free of the droplets. Crinkleblodums!

  Argh! No hot water! I’d left the hot water tap running in the sink! The hot water had made a right mess of the grey bowl. (Incidental, can you see a shape in the cloth in the bowl? I see two). There are times when I feel such an idiot, question my sanity, or hate myself, perhaps just want to cry! Feel dejected and pitiably, pathetically, prostate, with palpations prodding away persistently. Sometimes, rarely, all of these emotions at the same time. This was such an occasion! Skulkclogglebonks!

I was summoned to the Porcelain Throne – and responded with some haste. The sensation from the innards indicated that I was in for a long grind, so I got the crossword book out. In expectancy of a long fight to get the movement started, but I was so wrong. (But this has been known to happen often in the past!) In fact, the pain, to begin with, was chronic, but the sound of a plethoric plump-shaped evacuation, indicated the end of the pain, almost instantly? I was confused. The tennis-ball released, splashed water all over, and mixed with the relief of the discomfort, was a very odd sensation! No bleeding from anywhere, either? I imagine I put on a face that was a mix between Oliver Hardy and Stan Laurel. Hehehe!

I mused over the start to the day I’d had so far. Feeling all vague – had an agonising wee-wee. Found I’d left the hot faucet running, and then had an evacuation like never before. No messages came to me from my EQ either. Had I snuffed it and nobody had told me? Hahaha!

I was undoubtedly still in a puddled, confused state of mind. I went and got the computer on, and realised I had not yet made a mug of tea, took the medications or done the Health Checks? So, I did them. The Sys was well up again, but that may be because I was feeling the way I was, disoriented and finding it hard to concentrate? Took the medications.

As I made my back to the computer, I spotted a sign of nocturnal nibbling having taken place on the Ottoman! On a closer look, I found I’d been writing notes on a pad over-night as well? I couldn’t remember doing any of this. The scribble was not decipherable either. Blimey, I had lost the plot, clearly!

I took a picture of the view, as I hung out of from the thick-framed, rain letting-in, can’t get at to clean, without injuring myself trying to manipulate the step ladders, stubbing my toes and or falling off of the steps, new kitchenette window.

I got a bit mixed up putting the photographs on the web, and somehow they went on WordPress after resizing to suit, in a different order as they were taken. What’s going on! This did the job of updating the blog take longer than ever. But I persevered and stumbled along and got the updating done, thankfully the ailments were being kind to me. (At one point, I wondered if they were as confused as I was this morning?) I got it posted to WordPress, emailed the link, and Pinterested some pictures. Answered a comment.

Then, it was back to the Porcelain Throne again! I was even more caught out by this evacuation. It was not too painful, over quickly and not messy at all! A bit of bleeding, but that is usual for Harold and his Haemorrhoids, I think maybe the furuncles may have contributed somewhat. Tsk!

I started the ablutions, it was late enough for me to have the radio on, BBC Radio Four Extra, and the Navy Lark for half-an-hour while showering. I lost all of my worries and fears while I listened to this old 1961 programme, really enjoyed it.

Not only that, but the legs appeared to be getting some colour back in them, and the knees looked good, well warped! Later, I realised that before the show started, I was having dropsies, cut my gums doing the teggies, and cut myself twice shaving. And the feet, they looked absolutely like a new pair!

In the shower, while listening to the Navy Lark, as far as I can recall, no Dennis Dizzies, dropping the shower-head, soap, flannel, or back scrubber. I didn’t hit my head or any other part of my body, or banging into the grab bars took place at all! Now, this must mean something! There’s a lesson to be learnt here. I’ve no idea what, but still!

I exited the wet room, without walking into anything! And definitely felt regenerated, re-energised somehow. Things were coming together in the brain department.

I decided to sort out the four waste bags, (Kindly accompanied by a few thuds and bangs from Herbert, above). I made-up four black bags, disinfected them and sealed them up. Then got the sizeable white bag of recyclable material prepped and bagged. I went to fetch the ‘Inchcock-put-together’, Amazon bought, three-wheeler walker-guide.

The previously not-working right side brake, and been joined by the left-sided brake, in none-functioning. Grobblegnangles! And the front wheel was reluctant to go round!

I managed to get all the bags onto the ‘needing to be replaced-soon’  four-wheeled trolley. Turned the obstinate, cantankerous wheeled cart to face the front door, and the white carrier bag, split open, and the black bags in it tumbled to the floor!

I just smiled, ignored it, and picked them up with the long picker-upperer, singing calmly to myself… Ahem!

I got the key-fob, out and nipped put along the lift-lobby to the chute room.

Got the black bags down, and caught a lift to the ground floor.

Getting out of the elevator, and seeing the electronic signboard, I had a read of the weather forecast, time, and self-isolating advice, etc.

Not going out over the weekend, Not been anywhere for months now, Humph!) I espied a notice board, for the 14th Floor. It seems that today, the decorators are Floor screeding. And the whole lever is off-limits today!

I was tempted to write at the bottom of the poster: Anyone wishing to have a heart attack, stroke or the like, or die on this day who live on the floor, kindly rearrange it for another day. Thank you. Hahaha!

I took the recycling bag out to the caretakers’ bin and was about to make my way back up to the flat, and I thought, I’d nip outside and take some photographicalisations, being as I had the Canon camera with me.

As I left the Woodthorpe Court main lobby, I snapped the cars at the far end of Chestnut Walk. I started on my little short hobble along the road and took this photo of the now not allowed to be used (Convid-19) cut-through link-passage, from Woodthorpe Court and Winwood Court itself.

A little further on, I snapped this effort, of the frontage of Winwood Court.

I was so sorry to notice the number of cigarette butts scattered all over the main frontage. A bit saddening to see that!

A felt a bit at low seeing this and turned back towards Woodthorpe Court.

I got back in the flat and made an Iceland order. Please let me not have made any mistakes in this one!

Surely I can get one right! Perhaps, maybe, possibly? Hahaha!

Hello, Herberts giving it some hammer again!

I got the oven on to heat up and podded some fresh garden peas. Added some demerara sugar and Balsamic vinegar to the saucepan. Got them sorted, and now I’ll have a search for the lost, shot off into the ether peas. I’m sure at least 10 are in the kitchen, somewhere. Ah, well, I’ve found eight of them, up to now!

Well, the sun has just come out! About time, too!

I restarted this blog updated and then caught up with missed jobs. Starting with the Facebooking updating. Then went on the WordPress Reader section.

The (now daily) sudden weariness came on. I’ll get summat to eat then. Unfortunately, the photo I took of the delicious meal, has gone the way of so many of my pictures do, off into the ether from the SHD card! It was grand and tasty. Surimi, fresh garden peas, fries and tomatoes. Bread thins with Marmite, and Lemon mousse to follow.

The pot washing was done at the right time, for me to get a view of the perfect Pareidolia session. I could see two puppies facing each other!

I got a phone call on the landline. It really got me upset not knowing if it was genuine or not, although I put down the receiver on the suspected recorded message. It went like this: A woman’s voice, slow to start talking: “I am ? ? from Visa, this morning £400 (or £4000) was taken from your account… ” she waffled on without stopping, and I thought this is not real… perhaps a recorded message? I put down the handset. But it’s been bothering me ever since. She did not call back!

I’ve missed lots off of this diary, cause I lost the notes to use after getting the phone call, while I was in panic-mode.

After this, sleep was again an impossibility, and it was well gone midnight before I got off to sleep! Thought storms, mainly.

TTFNski.

Inchcockski – Sun 16 Aug 2020: A day of insomnia, aporia, and irresoluteoscillating!

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Sunday 16th August 2020

Greek: Κυριακή 16 Αυγούστου 2020

04:05hrs: Woke, in a ‘Widdendream’ state of mind, and took a few moments for the brain to engage-gear and pondered, over expectancies, fears and consternation’s, that lay ahead. But the need for the Porcelain Throne, soon put an end to that little plan.

As I got freed from the rickety second-hand, £300, c1968 recliner, and got the feet down to catch my balance, it looked like the leg ulcer was trying to flare up again. A little itchy and painful this time, as I got Metal Micky (the four-pronged walking stick) and wobbled off, certain that I must have been nocturnally eating again, seeing the empty nibble bags as I made my way to the wet-room.

As I plopped down on the raised WC seat, the Furunculosis problems at the rear-end showed their displeasure, with a few sharp stingings! Humph! However, the evacuation was the easiest I’ve coped with for a few days. Aha, a smidge of good fortune! Shame the dang boils are so tender!  Cribblebogangonies! Washed and cleaned up, applied some antiseptic cream to the furuncles. And off to the kitchenette.

The view from the light & view-blocking, thick-framed, kitchen windows, was one of a depressing nature. Mist and showers! A zemblanity. A combination that may well bring forth rain later, of a severe kind, methinks, (Or not).

I got the kettle turned on, and dug out the sphygmomanometer from the medical drawer, which revealed some satisfactory results for once. I avoided going into any sort of Smug-Mode! The thermometers were still not operational.

I made the brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. As I went to pick up the small mug, the left hand, no, right-hand fingers started dancing of their own accord! Painfully too, in the joints. Osteoarthritis, I believe, is coming on.

Well, it’s only fair to give my old friend Rheumatoid Arthur Itis (Knees), a bit of company. I’ll have to think of a name for this new ailment? What about Ozzie Arthur Itis? No, too long. I could do with making some of the current names a bit shorter as well. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley are in line for being reduced, if I can think of shorter replacements. Takes me yonks to type them! Hahhaha!

I set about the updating of yesterday’s post. Ozzie Arthur Itis was giving some trouble as I typed. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley were only a bit of bother, now and then. So, I got the job done in a reasonable time for once. Posted it off, emailed the link, and went on the WordPress Reader.

Then onto a much interrupted by wee-weeing, Facebooking catch-up. Ordered some milk from Amazon, in individual-serving sleeves. I took a look at the weather from the balcony.

Then I made another brew, Thompsons Punjabi, and had a peep out of the kitchenette window. Still bleak.

I viewed the emailed ‘Your Area’ news, report. It showed some details of the Corona Virus situation, but they had now changed the layout format.

No doubt taking the Total Cases number off, replacing it with only news cases, on the instructions of the Government, who would sooner highlight 22 new cases, and not not the actual 1,166, or the 4498 for Nottinghamshire. It looks better! Hehehe! I’ve been in Sherlock Holmes Mode!

The reduction of 5% in Nottingham crime figures is not surprising, we have so few officers left to respond. So this figure I believe is Reported Crime, many folks don’t bother reporting it nowadays, I think it’s becoming almost an expected facet of life.

Then, I got the Ablutions tackled. A phenomenal reduction in dropsies this morning. Why I’m not sure. Shirley and Nicodemus were both behaving a lot better, is the only reason I can think of. Unfortunately, there were two toe-stubbings, and I banged my elbow while losing balance putting the PPs on. Gleefully, the medicationalisationing also went easily. I’m beginning to worry, this is not natural!

I got my Chef’s hat on, metaphorically and in reality, that Sister Jane bought for me! Hehehe! And started prepping Josie’s Sunday lunch.

I was accompanied by Herbert’s knock, bang and, clunking! (I wish I knew what it is he’s building!)

I did my impression of Gordon Ramsay, and although I say it myself, I thought I did a half-decent job of the nosh and extras on Josie’s plate. The cheesy potatoes I was well pleased with. I used the usual Leicester grated cheese, added salt and a drop of Sainsbury’s balsamic vinegar (the mortgage should be repaid eventually). Halved some of the Vittorio tomatoes, sprinkled some onion salt on them, and Surimi sticks, fresh garden peas, a mixture of Tuna and egg mayonnaise, red grapes, and gherkins. An apple and desserts on the tray with a can of pink G&T.

I delivered it on time, 12:00 on the dot! I think Josie felt a bit awkward accepting it today. She asked what she can get me in return again. Once more, I said as long as you give me a smile, and enjoy the nosh, that’s all I need! She gave me a smile!

Back to the flat, and got the clothes (shirt, slippers and trousers) off. Well, I could hardly take her the food with only my PPs on, Hahaha!)

Gawd, Herbert was giving it some hammer again! Sounds like he’s in his kitchen this time. 

I checked the emails and messages. Viewed and answered some comments.

 Hello, Herbert’s back in his front room with the noise now, straight above me!

I’m getting tired now, but it is essential that I do not fall asleep. Else I might miss the order arriving from Morrison’s. 

I settled to watch some TV with sub-titles, so I didn’t miss hearing the intercom. And it was a hell of a battle not to nod-off. I opted to get the fodder prepared and eaten, this should keep me awake for a while. Despite my weariness, I enjoyed this. Flavour-Rating 7/10. Please note the slightly less than usual amount of fodder on the plate. Smug-Mode-Engaged! Hehe!

Put the things in the washing up bowl to soak, and got back down in the c1968 recliner, and found something with subtitles to watch, but had to be cautious of not drifting off. When it came to 17:30hrs, I was well pleased with my ‘Stay-Awake’ tactics…

Then, it dawned on me, the delivery was due, twixt 18:30>19:30. Not 17:30>18:30nrs! Keeping conscious was a devil of a job. I was struggling with it… eye-lids drooping and the intercom sounded. (A good job it did then, too!) I admitted the delivery driver and got the facemask on. Off to the door to await his arrival. The chap put the bags through the doorway for me, thanked him, slipped him a can of G&T, then I got the bags into the kitchen. Not many there I thought?

I got them unpacked and had a look at what’s what.

I got the fresh stuff put away in the fridge, and found it was not cram-packed like it usually gets when I have a delivery. I’m getting betterer in not over-ordering? I mused!

The Sourdough and Cheese muffins, after a bit of re-juggling, or even re-jiggling about to make a space, only just fitted in the freezer with the orange lollies.

Then, I spotted the large bag of frozen mixed casserole vegetables. Had I made another cock-up again? There was no way that they would fit in the freezer anyway, not that I wanted or needed them.

I’d bought some chocolate and treats for Jenny, by way of a thank you. So I put all three in a bag, then phoned the good lady, to tell her I was coming down with the nibbles. I know that Jenny will make use of them, also that she will help others in genuine need. ♥

The gal recognised how late it was for me to be up and about (She’s clever you know, and caring!), she thanked me, my pleasure, and back up to the flat I trudged.

I took a snap of the evening’s weather, through the light & view-blocking, thick-framed, kitchen windows, washed the pots and put them to drain, and made for the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner; in search of Sweet Morpheus!

What a failure that was! I ended up nibbling, miserable and annoyed that I was so worn-out and tired, but sleep did not come for many more hours!

I’ve become a terribly affected insomniac. I don’t like it! Humph!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 15th August 2020: I quodlibetificated with my own brain today. And, lost! Hehehe

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Saturday 15th August 2020

Croatian: Subota, 15 Kolovoza 2020. Godine

04:30hrs: I woke to find the room light was still on. The ankle ulcer had changed overnight in appearance? I wondered if I’d been nocturnally meandering, walking, wandering, or wee-weeing? No signs of anything else unusual?

Up and off to the wet room without any delay, and I was amused (if that’s the word), to find a complete opposite mode of release—an RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) effort. The PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble), was very testing of my patience. But I kept my cool about it and even sang to myself as I washed and went off to the kitchenette. Smug Mode Adopted!

Then, Four-Pronged Metal-Mickey nearly had me over en route, though. My own fault, trying to carry the camera and the grey bucket as well as using the four-pronged walking stick. No real harm was done, I just added another bruise to the arm. Hehehe! 

I took a snap through the new thick-framed, light & view-blocking, kitchen windows, that were designed by someone with a hatred of old people, (it is impossible to gain access for cleaning for old folk who are not agile and have to use death-defying step ladders, to reach!). They may have hatred or a phobia of photographers and or lack of common sense, as well.

  But, of course, it doesn’t bother me, in the slightest. I enjoy falling off of the step ladder, stubbing my toes, and laying in a heap on the floor for a few days. Living off of scraps of teabags, as I could reach in the waste bin while waiting for someone to help me get back up off of the floor. Hahaha!

Where was I? Oh, yes, I hid my bodily mass behind the bit where the handles are located and left the light on to see if I could get any reflections of interest.

The sphygmomanometerisationing revealed some decent readings this morning. The small thermometer flashed a figure up on display for once, too quick to read it though, then showed ‘Low’, and died a death! I really must open it and see which replacement batteries I need to get.

I got the long-sleeved t-shirt in the bowl, soaking in Surf. Note the size of the flamming great bottle I bought! I’m not sure, but I have a feeling I might have ordered another one on the Sainsbury order due this morning? Surely not? But perhaps?

I put the bottle in front of my young, Arnold Schwarzenegger-like, ripped, taut, strong, healthy, muscular body. I hid the injection scars behind the Surf. Otherwise, people might think I’ve been using steroids to get this Herculean, shredded, mesomorphic, as healthy as a horse, well-honed body.  Yes, I was joking. Hahaha!

I got onto the computer. Checked the calendar, Sainsbury order to be arriving between 0730 > 08:30hrs this morning. Downloaded some photographs, and worked on updating yesterday’s diary. Getting it done and posted, eventually.

– Then realised I needed a template, so I copied one and worked on it. Then found that the Friday post had gone off in the ether and been replaced with this one! After all the hours, efforts, and pains gone through to create it in the first place, I was sickened with myself! Self-loathing flowed, for my stupidity, and not knowing what I did wrong, soon got Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald going within minutes! I was in a sad state!

I stewed, cursed, and went into a right glum mood! After a while, I decided to just put the photographs I had left, and a few notes on another post. All those hours of work lost! Copied a job again, and the categories and tags, did not appear? Well, pee’d-off now!

Off to take some extra Peptac and painkillers, and make a brew of Assam Extra Strong, which was a bit weak? I tried to calm down! Not very successfully!

I emailed the link! Pinterested some snaps that I could still access, and went on the WordPress reader section. Anne Gyna is still stinging away! Although, Duodenal Donald was easing off a bit.

The enthusiasm began to return, but I still hopped off to make another brew, of Glengettie this time, to replace the one that had gone cold. Took a photo of Chestnut Walk below the flats.

Then, I went to get the ablutions were sorted out. And did so with fewer dropsies and Whoopsies than I have in a long time. However, good timing again, just like yesterday, I needed to utilise the Porcelain Throne first. What a marathon! Constipation Conrad ensured it was well over ten minutes before any movement started! And when it did, the continuous pain was pretty bad! Still, I had some crosswording done, at least. Fungleboggles!

As for the medicationalisationing, its never gone better! Smug Mode-Developing! Back to the computer. As I began to update this post, the Sainsbury delivery chap rang the intercom I let him in, and he arrived at the door a couple of minutes later with the bags for me. Decent sort of bloke, we had a mini-natter as he put the things for me through into the hallway.

Incredible, how much less fodder you can buy from Sainsbury’s for the same price as elsewhere! Tsk!

I soon got the things stored away. The usual ‘Why did I order that’ situations were discovered. Such as: Why did I get more lemon-bliss, when I have two packs in the fridge already? And unbelievably, I’d bought another £5 bottle of Surf! Tsk! Klutz!

Surimi sticks, new potatoes and fresh garden peas for nosh later, methinks? With some lemon bliss and fresh orange juice! Sounds good to me!

I got the potatoes in the crock-pot and went on the Facebooking next.

Brother in law, Pete rang. Nice to have a natter, even if his £2000 new latest model phone sounds all scratchy, braking-up, and keeps fading. (Jealous? Me? Yes! Hahaha!) We had a good natter, and his treatment mark11 is taking place at the City Hospital on Monday. Again, all the bestest, Pete!

The radiation treatment is causing his hair to fall out as they warned him it might. He later sent me this photo. taken this morning, after the lad’s shower. He’ll end up like me shortly! I suggested a wig-search might be a good idea. Hehehe!

He seems to be taking things in his stride, bless his cotton socks. More radiation on Monday, and some new treatment as well. Let’s hope things go as well as they can for the man who helped me when I was the hospital, after having the stroke and nicked all my valuables. I might get them back. Hahaha!

He mentioned the pathetic blog yesterday. And after we’d ended out nattering session, I delved into trying to find out what I’d done wrong, I was determined to find out! After an hour, I gave up! Went on the WordPress comment reading and replying.

Checked the spuds, they need a while longer to be fully-cooked. So, I went on CorelDraw to make some graphics up. Got two TFZer graphics done that I was reasonably pleased with. One was a new header, I’ve put in on this blog, but I’ll take it off later – one of my worst-ever-efforts! Shame!

I made a Morrison order, taking what I thought was great care in doing so. The system is complicated at this place. What a cock-up I made of it! I thought I’d arranged for the delivery for Wednesday 19th August, 0:730 > 08:30hrs. Then a pop-up screen told me that they are delivering to someone close by, and it showed the slot. Not interested, I pressed the final checkout button. They confirmed the delivery: Sunday 16th August, (get this, at 18:30 > 19:30hrs!) Thus, I now have incurred a £5 delivery charge added, and I am forced to stay awake and wait for the food to arrive, tonight! What I did wrong, I don’t know! Brunglebogs!

Time to get the nosh done. A flavour rating granted of 7/10.

The dang ‘Thought-Storms’ took over, and Sweet Morpheus was denied yet again. For hours I tried to get off to kip. Then, Red Dwarf came on the goggle-box, great, I thought! And fell asleep!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 13th August 2020: A conflicting, nettlesome, ataraxia-needing, sort of day!

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TFZer Janet at the Cool-It-Cabin – I like her style!

Thursday 13th August 2020

Igbo: Tọzdee 13th Ọgọst 2020

05:30hrs: I woke in urgent need of a wee-wee. Disentangled my weary, overweight, short, plump, over-bellied body from the £300, second-to-fifth-hand, c1968 recliner. Caught my balance, grabbed the four-pronged metal walking stick, and to the overnight emergency grey plastic bucket. That I found to be rather full, but could not recall using it at all? As Tom Jones sang, “♫ It’s not unusual! ♫”.

The style of the release was of the PSC (Powerful-but-Sprinkly-Colourless) mode. The MAD (Micturition After-Dribble) lasted far longer than usual. I took the bucket to get it cleaned and sanitised. But when I got in the kitchen with in to store it away until later, I found myself needing to use it again! What’s the word, if there is one, for wee-weeing frequently? I thought I knew it, but I can’t recall… Ah, yes, I can! Urinary tract infection (UTI). I think I’ve got it coming back again, maybe, perhaps.

I think you can take it, that up until 16:00hrs, I had about twelve or more wee-wees, save my time typing dunnit? Hahaha!

I did the Health Checks, with the old sphygmomanometer SYS readings showing a slight increase above the expected of 157.

I couldn’t get either of thermometers to work at all? Ah, well! Took the morning medications, remembered to take the Furesomide.

Checked the Enoxaparin syringe to make sure this one wasn’t damaged, and then proceeded to inject myself in the tummy. No problems at all.

Updated the Nottingham City Care sheets in the folder. Then I checked another of the syringes, that was fine, and left it out to use tonight. Put the used one in the tellow… or yellow sharps box.

Then got the kettle on. The radio advised us of a coming Red Warning rainy, stormy period. No signs of it yet, the sunshine was breaking through as I got the tea, a Morrison’s Extra Strong Assam, made, and off to the computer. Not I was not feeling too good either at that moment. I was tempted to adopt a Smug-Mode, but after the last two daymares, I thought it best not to!

I took three shots of the morning view, but the Nikon was getting low on battery.

The photos were taken from the left, centre and to the right. The sun seems to have given up, and a mist is falling?

I got on the internet and within two minutes… it happened again!

So I did some work on CorelDrawing until the service returned. But Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters both came from nowhere, giving me the hassle. And it became impossible to control the mouse. Thanks to the jerking all over the place, I ended up with pop-up screens appearing that I had no idea what they were, or meant?

In fact, it took me a lot of guesswork, crossed-fingers and praying to even get CorelDraw into a condition that would let me close-it! Then when I did get to shut it down, it wouldn’t open again!

Herbert was knocking and banging again.

I turned everything off, including the Libert-Global Virgin Meda box, and started afresh, but I was worried that I’d cocked something up altogether! It booted up very slowly and reluctantly, and the internet was still down!

I was testing out CorelDraw, that opened this time, scared stiff it would not work, and even more frightened to use it while the ailments were like they were.

And the landline burst into life: It as my beloved Vampire Nurse, Hristina, telling me she would be here in the morning, twixt ten and twelve o’clock, to do another Warfarin blood test for me. I thanked her, then got back to the computing.

Herbert was knocking and banging again.

My first job was to add her calling to the Google Calendar, while I thought of it. I noted I had a Sainsbury order in for Saturday? When I did that, is another of the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s annoy and scare the energumenist Inchcock’ mission?

The total time supposedly working on the computer, was now over five hours! Thankfully, the internet was back on of its own accord.

Things seemed reasonable with everything, then, the Norton thing flashed! I opened it and was informed that two things need attention. So I pressed the button to do so. Now I have been on the computer for over six hours, and haven’t even started on yesterday’s blog updating.

I was beginning to get myself all worked up again! Surely not another day like the last two? The landline chirped into life, it was Sister Jane, saying they had not received the link yet. I explained the mess I was in and apologised.

Then with hopes and touching on wood, as Herbert was knocking again, I made a start on the updating. Which took even longer, a Shirley and Nicodemus had been joined by Dizzy Dennis! Now I was so frustrated and angry when Duodenal Donald started stabbing at me! It was hard enough coping with lack of touch-sensations, and the jumping jerking shoulder, no the chest pains started as well!

Somehow I struggled through and got the blog finished and posted off, went on Facebooking, then went on the WordPress reader. I dread to think how many mistakes I must have missed.

I stopped for a breather, and some big gulps of the useless, Peptac medicine, and gobbled few more painkillers. I knew I was getting hot and bothered.

I made a start on this blog. Then realised it was an hour past my usual head-down time! More precious time lost! Everything takes longer as time passes, and with all the intrusions, Whoopsies and Accifauxpas continuing, along with my health suffering, I’d better stop now, and get some chips thrown in the oven and make a meal of sorts. I’ll have to catch up in the morning.

Back later, I hope.

I’m back! Found a burst of enthusiasm, and piled a plate with the last of the seasoned fries, tomatoes, red grapes, sliced apple, a mini apple pie, two slices of sourdough thick sliced bread, two pots of dessert, strawberry and lemon and the medications.

I’ve left the Sainsbury’s cooked bacon until last, in hopes of finding the perfect scathing descriptions I can think of, most suiting to the flavour, or lack of flavour of the bacon! Pale, fatty, greasy, soft, mushy, bland, insipid, and sickeningly puke-prompting taste! I’ll not order any more of these! Yeurgh! The tablets I took were tastier and less dangerous than this bacon! Taste-Rating, 5/10.

I got the pots washed, then did the Enoxaparin Injectionalisationing, easily enough. I remembered to check the needle to see if it was another bent and the container leaking one that the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up the road from the Lidl store, had supplied, was alright.

I deposited the used needle in the yellow ‘Sharps’ bin and filled in the record log.

I settled in the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, almost sure that sleep would come.

But, No!

I sank into a dark mood, deeper as the time passed and Sweet Morpheus denied me!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 12th August 2020: Fire Alarm, Internet went down, Norton took 4 hrs to repair, bent syringe, & visited by two nurses (Not Complaining about them though ♥, Hehehe!)

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TFZers gang, at the Cool-It-Cabin

Wednesday 12th August 2020

Filipino: Miyerkules Ika-12 ng Agosto 2020

04:15hrs: Woke, in need of the Porcelain Throne. Up, out of the c1968 recliner, and off to the wetroom. A surprising improvement in this morning motion. Still painful, but much more comfortable and quicker. Smug Mode Engaged! 

To the kitchenette and did the Health Checks. BP Sys was down a bit. I Took the medications and made a brew. The EQ told me that pandemonium of some sort was on the way. A shame that, cause I was feeling better than usual in spirits as well! Humph!

On the computer, and the Porcelain Throne was needed again! Oh, dearie me! Off to the wet room. But it was even less painful and messy than the first visit. Yahooskli! 

I got the updating of the Tuesday blog done and sent off to WordPress. Doing well here, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were no bother at all! But no getting excited, given my EQ’s warning. Put some pics on Pinterest, emailed the link, and went on the WordPress Reader. Some fantastic photography on there. Tim Price’s humming-bird photography is well worth a look at. Brillant photographicalisationing skills!

He’s caught the flies the bird was after as well! With the humorous comments, brilliant!  Link: Hummingbird Yoga

Then went on Facebooking.

On the computer, and the Porcelain Throne was needed again! Oh, dearie me! Off to the wet room. But it was even less painful and messy than the first visit. Yahooski! 

Back to the blogging, and the Norton Icon flashed red! Oh, ‘eck! It said four things needed attention. The Cloud was one, so I clicked on the Put-Right button. After 30 minutes, I checked on Norton, and the progress was achieved, which was 1%!  This is going to be a right long job!

It took that long, it was hours and hours before I could use the net again! And so late in the day, I decided to do a loose, partial cover of what happened following. And as you will read, more and more time-consuming events and happenings. I did get all the photographs I took into the blog, though.

I gave up waiting for the computer, and, and got the ablutions tended to.

I kept calm and accepted the situations and delays.

Well pleased with how the legs, feet, and knees looked. No paler than yesterday, but that’s not saying much, is it? Hahaha! Dropsies galore, but no shaving cuts, stubbed toes, or dropping of the shower-head! I like this keeping myself calm. (We’ll see if I can keep it up.) Checked the Norton Progress: Now, 1.8% completed.  I’ll be lucky if it gets done by evening time at this rate!

I took this shot on the right, from the computer chair, and realised that my calmness not a smidge less placid!

So I sorted the waste bags for the chute and made my way out and to the chute room.

I caught my shoulder against the waste room door coming out! But, still, I kept and maintained my composure, and did not get all hot and bothered… too much! Humph!

I returned to the apartment and collected the recycling bag and glass carrier, and made my way down to the caretaker’s bins.

Well, what a state of affairs developed as I nattered with Robert.

Along cameth many Fire Tenders, in response to a Fire Alarm, that I had not even heard! Within a few minutes, there were four of them on Chestnut Walk outside Woodthorpe Courts!

Back up to the flat again, and the Norton progress was at 24.5%.

Still can’t use the web on the computer, yet for a while.

So I set about creating some graphics for later use on CorelDraw. Nice to get a few done in advance.

By the time I’d got the graphics done and filed away, the Norton progress was standing a 28.5%.

The door chimes rang out, it was the Warfarin Vampire nurse, a cracker, and good looker as well! Pleasant gal, she soon had the blood test done and verbally socialised while doing it. That cheered me up, despite all the days cock-ups and delays! Oh, yes! 

I rechecked the Norton progress 39%.

Took this snap out of the unliked, light and view-blocking, thick-framed kitchen windows. Then took three pictures left, ahead and right, of the gloriously sunny sky.

The landline rang, it was a district nurse. She was in Winwood Court and had spoken to my Doctor. She asked if she could call on me. No problem. I thought!

Minutes later, the attractive, kind natured, patient, nurse arrived. We had a good chinwag and my explaining about my conditions. She did a BP test and had a listen to my breathing. A Question and answering spell, and I mentioned the Furesomide identifying problem, and the lady rang the GP surgery. Well, I do feel a clot and twit! It seems I have got it wrong about the Furesomides being on an as-needed basis? Thunderburke! So, from now, one every night, no morning!

Which was super to have someone who seemed bothered ♥. She will talk with Doctor Vindla again, and refer me back to the falls team. She recognised I was not too keen, and I said they saw me eighteen months ago, and I don’t want to bother them again. She pointed out that there may by new aids available they might have. So I thanked her and agreed.

As she left, I felt all lonely. (Don’t laugh!) Oh, go on then, Hehe!

I checked the Norton situation, and it was finished! Then I had to go through the other three things that needed attention. But these took only a minute or so to complete. So, I could go on the internet again! Hurrah!

But, No! Whatever is happening today that is keeping me from making any headway with the computing, continued!

Now, what with losing the attentions of the nurses, and being so far behind with the blogging, I was getting wrangled and irritable! It was down for a long time! After trying the usual things, it was not having it.

So I turned the box off and made a brew of Glengettie Gold. The heat was stifling, and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley giving me some jerking, I made a start on another Graphic on CorelDraw.

The landline rang out. It was the Warfarin Anticoagulant Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic with the results of the morning’s blood test. The INR was not so good, but better than earlier. Up to only 1.6 now. I’m to have 4 Warfarins and an 80g Enoxaparin tonight and Thursday, and she will arrange another blood-test for me for Friday. 

I carried on with updating this blog, but the weariness and fatigue were dawning again. I decided to get the Enoxaparin and tablets taken.

Oh, dear, oh, dear! A fine start to the injecting. The needle I opened was bent?

I wondered if it would be safe to use it? I got another one out to compare them. And realised that the first one had far less content in it. So I opted to empty and put the damaged one in the yellow sharps bin and use the second one. It all went fine. But I’ll have to make sure I check them in future before using each one.

I got the evening medications, making sure that four Warfarins were taken with them.

By gun it was hot tonight, I’ll have a look at the room thermometer. Blimus, 32°c! That’s 89.6 °f, according to Google. I wonder if that is a reason for Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet going down? What am I saying, it been going down for the last five days! 

Still, as long as Liberty-Global boss Mr Fries gets his $19m salary, plus expenses, I’ll be happy.

Computer off, a wee-wee, back to the kitchen, and all without any walking into anything or any toe-stubbing!

I called at Josies, who was surprised to see me up so late. We had an at-the-door natter, and I heard a little of her history. Asked her if she would like some of the Korka bhajis I’d ordered in error. She is the same as I am, not keen on anything to spicey.

Bach to the kitchen, to get the nosh started.

The bhajis, I burnt! Hahaha! But I still tried one. Actually thought it okay. The crock-pot boiled potatoes were decent enough—the tomatoes, very-tasty. The surimi sticks, a different brand from Sainsbury’s, were smashing, far less sweet. The red grapes were not too good, some had mould on them, so I inspected each one, had to dish about half of them. But, the biggest disappointment was the Sainsbury’s fish cake with cod sauce in it, tasteless, bland, and horrible breadcrumbs. So, a good and evil mix. Flavour Rating: 5/10.

As I got the pots washed (getting very late now), the sun was still trying to shine.

So I took some pictures with the Canon camera, of the evening sun’s struggle to show itself off.

It’s been a rip-roaringly hot day, this Wednesday.

A right up and down day, many lows;

  • The Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet failure again, for a long time, this outage was!
  • The Porcelain Throne hassle.
  • Another unheard by me Fire-Alarm, false-alarm. The thought of the cost of four engines attending; that must annoy Nottingham City Homes and the Fire Brigade.
  • The hours lost with no internet, then the Norton Cloud taking hours to set itself up, the internet came back on, but I couldn’t use it while the Norton was working.
  • The disappointing news from the Anti-Coagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis clinic that the level was up, but only to 1.6, and I needed to keep up with the Enoxaparin injections. A third blood test this Friday. (But it as lovely that someone was keeping an eye on things for me ♥) 
  • Then, finding the first Syringe had the needle bent, and had lost some of its content, leaked I suppose. I’ll have to be wary in future when injecting, examine each one before using it.

But on the betterer, brighter side:

  • The caring Warfarin Vampire Nurse cheered me up with her caring attitude ♥.
  • As did the lady from the Deep Vein Thrombosis clinic.
  • And the nurse that called on me about my falls ♥. They showed great patience with Stuttering Stephany, and raised my spirits, just when they needed it!
  • At times today, amidst all the spirit-sapping Whoopsiedangleplops, I was set atingle and stimulated by the care shown from all three nurses, from, the Deep-Vein-Thrombosis Clinic on the phone, the understanding, patient, and sweet-natured Warfarin Vampire Nurse, and the Nurse who took the bother to call on me, and her generous amount of understanding, about my falls. ♥

When I got down the £300, second-hand, c1968, unstable, pukingly-beige-coloured, most-uncomfortable, no-longer working, heavy yet tottery, rickety, rusty, rachitic, recliner, the Thought-Storms started, but with a difference. This time there were considerations, contemplations, and deliberations that were a joy to enjoy! Fare less of the guilt, self-loathing and fear, that usually attack me. I have the three nurses to thank for this! ♥

However, Sweet Morpheus was not showing any interest. I did, as I usually do, and turned on the TV, sure that as soon as the commercial break came on, I’d nod -off. But, No!

It was gone midnight before I got off into the land-of-nod. And once there, I kept having to rise to use the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), several times. Humph! Every one of the SPUTE (Sharp-Persistent-Unwilling-To-End) mode. With the PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble) flowing! Each visit seemed like it took half-an-hour! Hehehe! It didn’t, mind, it just felt like it, to me!

TTFNski, folks!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 11th August 2020: A mentally disjointed, diffident day, I must say!

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Tuesday 11th August 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 11eg Awst 2020

04:45hrs: The night’s sleep had various attributions: Gruesomeness (Duodenal Donald giving me a lot of jip), exigences (for wee-wees). And the pesky Thought Storms (in a persistent, repetitive, harrowing series of botherations! inducing fears, worries, shame, self-disgust, etc.).

As I woke, and the realisation of all my hassles and fret-worthy tasks and expectations for the day ahead to challenge me, and flooded my mind. However, something or other, took a grip of the situation (not sure what it was, but it didn’t feel like it was me?), and a degree of unexpected calmness came over me? 

  • The thought of having to do the Enoxaparin injections was of no concern to me. (Well, maybe just a bit, I’ve been terribly lucky when vaccinating the Enoxaparin up to now. There has got to come a time when Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launches one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kicks off, or Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters fail, just when I’m injecting! Surely?)
  • The hatred for the cock-up with the inhuman and uncaring, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, was even less acute.
  • The volunteer lady fetching my prescriptions for me, hopefully, brought me only an appreciation for her time, consideration, and the lady’s effort to mind.
  • The Sainsbury delivery, and what or how many mistakes I will have made, on that order. I can’t rid myself of being fated to make another cock-up on a food order!

I rose like a flobby, aged, blubbery dreadnought, from the £300, second-hand, rickety, rusty, uncomfortable, sickening, stomach-churningly, revolting, c1968, beige-coloured recliner, bobbled a smidge, but caught my balance, got the four-pronged metal walker, and off to the kitchenette, to do the Health Checks.

The hemadynamometer readings showed the SYS rather high, as to be expected, with the lack of Beta-blockers, thanks to the failings of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453. I got the Enoxaparin injectionalisationing done.

The snap that is on top of the two after-shots shows yesterdays. It looked to me at first, as if there was a blob of blood coming up, below the scratch mark. Under the skin, that was going to come through as a papule. But now, I look at the photo and was puzzled as to how I thought this in the first place. This mornings injection left only a tiny spot mark. No chance for ant Artwork blotches yet then? Hehehe!

I made a brew of Glengettie Gold. I had a search through the tablet box’s in the medical drawer, and I found a loose Codeine to take, along with the extra Warfarin as instructed. No beta-blockers yet, of course.

I got the Monday post updated, and without much bother from Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, which made an enjoyable, and content-making change. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

Off course, going into the Smug-Mode, was a mistake! Yet still, a wasn’t getting too annoyed with things. Very unnatural! I gave up, hoping something would come back on their own accord, I remembered I had not yet filled in the Enoxaparin INR log. So I did!

I got the sheet-logs updated with yesterday and this mornings inoculation record.

Then, I perused the new guidelines that were in the box of needles. Six pages of tiny printed wording, that I read-through. Fair enough, I didn’t understand it all, but I tried!

Back to the computer, but it was so slow, then went off again!

And I didn’t get all het-up over it! Honest!

So, I decided to get the ablutions tended to, it was a little early to use the shower yet. But, I took my time teeth cleaning and shaving, and by then it was the permissible golden time of 08:00 hrs, so had a super-long shower.

The teggies-cleaning went well, only the one dropsy, (toothpaste). The shaving produced on one tiny cut, but many dropsies.

The showering was a little mini-disaster. Dropsies: shower-head, carbolic soap (2). A clout on the shoulder, hitting the grab bar, another clip on the shoulder on the shower box, as I retrieved the dropped back-brush from the floor. Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley nearly had my over, she was in a foul mood in the shower!

The drying -off-session, had a couple of small items knocked off of the floor cabinet. Bending down to retrieve them, and I banged my right arm (Its always the right arm!) on the corner of the cabinet!

The freshening up and medicating was going well. Until I sprayed the antiseptic spray on the cloth, dropped the spray, and lunged down to catch it, thus hitting the right arm on the metal seat frame raiser! In the same spot as what I’d clouted in the shower! Now, I was getting a tiny-bit annoyed with myself! But, still not really angry?

The internet had returned. Joy did flow, and I got on with finishing the Monday updating. Pinterested, some photos, sent the link of via email. Did some Facebooking catch-up. And visited the WordPress Reader section.

The Sainsbury delivery arrived, I pressed the driver in, and my neighbour Malcolm came in at the same time. I got to the front door and awaited the driver’s arrival. Malc got in, saying he’d thought the Sainsbury chap had gone up to the 13th floor? He went to check, and the man was coming down to the 12th.

A decent, pleasant young man. He put the things through the front door for me. I thanked him and slipped him a can of G&T. I got the bags into the kitchenette. Note the Andrex ‘Get-a-Mortage’ toilet rolls? Unfortunately, these are the only ones that my WC can cope with flushing away!

Started to sort the delivery out. I went through the shop’s receipt first.

They had no iced lollies I ordered available. No substitute, which was good enough with me! The cod fishcakes with a fish melt inside them looked good. Hope they are when it comes to cooking them!

I got the red potato and red onion bargees to try. Perhaps the best of the day is the thick-sliced brown Farmhouse bread with Sourdough! This will be the basis for today’s nosh, methinks. I can see, Sourdough bread, thickly covered in butter, with cooked meat in them… tomatoes and egg mayonnaise as a side, and a Bliss lemon mousse to follow, yes that sounds good to me.

I got the fooder stored away.

Fresh stuff in the refrigerator, there was just about room. Haha! Oh, I was also naughty, mightily so! Shame-Mode-Adopted! I got a bottle of Jersey full cream milk!

One thing that I was not happy about, though. The apple pies had had the box corner crushed! Crumbs fell all over when I picked it up. What’s Sainbury’s later motto? ‘Live well for less!’ Well, I got fewer apple pies, but more crumbs. Tsk!

An hour or so later, the intercom rang out again. It was a young man bringing my prescriptions for me. Nice lad, pleasant enough, and about 6’6″ tall! He had to duck to get in the door. Haha! I thanked him and slipped him a can of G&T.

I got the medicines put away, then continued computerisationing, by starting this blog going. At last!

It’s been a busy day for this old codger. Still, it should calm down a bit now. (I hope!)

Half-an-hour later, I was beginning to get weary and tired, I always do in the late afternoon.

The intercom burst forth, I investigated, and it was a delivery via Amazon, it must be the Dettol disinfectants.

The young man came to the door, the chimes with its tune to Dusty Springfields melody od Dusty Springfield’s I only wany to be with you, he handed me the box, and shot off.

I opened the carton, and it was the anticipated Dettol lavender and orange oil scented anti-bacteriological disinfectant.

I checked it and crammed it out of view, and caught up with updating this blog as far as here.

I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and I got a dish out of the cupboard that I have not used in ages, dropped it in the sink for washing. Argh! EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) My heart sank!

I did feel a fool! They were all dead. Hopefully from the last years’ infestation. Phew!

I had to stop on the computer, the fatigue was too heavy.

I got the nosh sorted out, and realised while doing it, I had not used the Porcelain Throne! This reminded me of last time I went back on the Enoxaparin. And the agony I went through with Constipation Conrad! Methinks, I am in line for a repeat of the solid refusals to move. Criggleblogglesworthisms! The sourdough Farmhouse bread was a nice change to eat. Flavour-Rating: 7/10.

Then got the pots washed, I scrubbed up, and down in the rickety recliner, to inject the Enoxaparin (or Clexane) in the tummy.

It went okay, no shakes, jerking or shuddering to mess things up.

Guess I was lucky there, I think.

Turned on the TV on as a get-to-sleep aid, and I took the medications with some spring water, and a suspicious gurgling sound emanated from the innards, and I felt a slight movement from within?

Within a couple of minutes or so, it became clear what the rumbling was indicating to me.

It had to come!.

No sooner done, and an urgent call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I stick-walked it to the wet room, and there I stayed:

  • The tiniest movement and I had to suffer the agony of sitting waiting for the action to restart!
  • The crossword book was utilised.
  • I whistled a while.
  • Finally, I was sweating by then with the pain, things moved, so slowly!
  • I found Harold’s Haemorrhoids had been bleeding.
  • Cleaned up and medicated things, at last, it was all over.

A wearier Inchcock returned to his c1968 recliner and plopped into it. Shattered!   Sweet Morpheus came within minutes and stayed to give me an uninterrupted four hours of blessed sleep!