Inchy – Thurs 30th July 2020: Horrendous, gruesome, busy, insufferable, and at times, hellacious day!

TFZer, Model Lona

Thursday 30th July 2020

Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 30 Luchar 2020

03:40hrs: I almost fluttered into life this morning, mainly due to Saccades Sandra taking a while to let me focus visually, enough to risk getting up to move about. My attempts at getting some seeable vision by blinking and stretching the eyes with the forehead reminded me of butterflies and old black & white films. Eventually, things settled a lot, and I began to hunch my overly-weighted, bouncing-bellied body from the c1968, none-working, rickety, rusty, recliner.

As I had just got up on the pins and caught my balance, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. The innards enforced the urgency of the situation, by adding to its typical signs of stabbing pains, a gurgling sound, and mini-escapages of wind, that left a putridness, that seemed to follow me around for ages! Stick in hand, and being wary of the creases in the ever-moving carpeting, I moved as quickly as I could, to the wet room!

I just made it in time! The motion began entirely of its own accord. It was once again of the Diarhorrea Duncan mode, like yesterday, the only difference was it seemed to stop short, and I had to painfully force the last bits out. Argh!

I was foolishly, somewhat over-rigorously antisepticising a certain area, and Little Inchies fungal lesion started bleeding. I cleaned things up and applied the Corticosteroid cream generously, in hopes of stemming the flow of Warfarin and Morphine contaminated Haemoglobin. To my satisfaction, it did the job!

Manly, I merely winced, then threw back my head, and mockingly laughed at the pain! Eurgh-Ouch!

Thus,  Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled profusely, and much cleaning-up and medicationalisationing were needed. Oh, by the way, I’d like to sing the praises of Andrex Toilet Tissue here. So much less painful, and it allowed the first flush to remove everything! Shame, I’ve only got the one roll left, Tsk! I’ve got plenty more rolls though, that I’ve Christened ‘Ten-Flushes-Rolls’, left. Hehehe!

After cleaning and creaming certain areas in need, I departed off to the Kitchenette. Noticing how flipping cold it was this morning, in the flat anyway. The first thing I checked was if I had left a window open, but no.

Got the kettle on, and the Health Checks things out ready, and risked opening the thick-framed, light & view-blocking new windows, and attempted to take a shot of the morning view. As you can see on the right here, it didn’t come out very well, crap actually! Humph! It’s that bad, the Tate Gallery might be interested in showing it, perhaps?

Did the Health Checks, and was pleased with the results, the temperature showed as just ‘Low’, it might be stuck on this and not working? Tsk!

Made the brew of Assam Extra-Strong tea, went to the computer and got her going, and had to return to the wet room for a wee-wee. I’ve not had a leak like this for ages, of the VSWAOTP (Viciously-Spraying-Wildy-All-Over-The-Place) fashion. So, more cleaning and disinfecting had to be done. It’s a good job that I don’t have any friends to visit. I’d be cleaning their toilets, the wall, floor, and porcelain out of habit! Hahaha!

I found two photos from last night, one of the meats prepared for cooking, and then what turned out to be delicious Chinese belly pork nosh!

Crock-pot cooked potatoes, with just sea salt added. The fresh pod peas, boiled with a bit of castor sugar, Piccolo tomatoes, a disc of Marmite Cheese, and the Chinese Hoisin seasoned belly pork. I recall enjoying this one very much. A flavour rating of 8/10!

I pressed on and got a template made for tomorrow, then started this blog going. After about an hour or so, of relatively ailment-free botherations, I went to make another mug of tea, Glengettie this time. 

After another fireman’s hosepipe-like wee-weeing, and cleaning up session, I went to get the vegetables prepped and in the crock-pot. I used the large one today, for the first time in ages.

Shelled the peas and cut the leeks. Then sliced some red onions, and added them all to the potatoes in the large crock-pot. Added some sea salt and Oxo vegetable stock. Put it on the low-setting, then got the things washed up I’d dirtied prepping the vegetables.

Only a few peas were dropped and lost. Not cuts with the knife! No burnt fingers either! Mind you, I did hit my head bending down to retrieve a lost pea. Hahaha!

Back to Computer Cameron, and did a search for any local Corona Virus updates.

Then got things ready to get the ablutions done. And off to the wet room, and looking forward to getting a shower, and talking to the Sock-Glide, in a sneering manner, as it sits there, sulking contemptuously, almost scathingly. Desperate to get back to cutting me, bruising me, tripping me over, stubbing my toes, and mostly donating blood blisters, and welts on my fingers! (Sorry, I’m losing it here!)

After checking that the Amazon delivery tracker, I(They have not reached the delivery base yet!) to make sure the slippers would not arrive early, I trundled off to the wet room.

Well, a surprisingly few Whoopsies suffered (Some, of course!) session!

The teeth cleaning went well, the shaving had only two dropsies (both razors). The showering, well. a few here, the showerhead dropped (2), and the shower gel bottle.

Drying off, the sock glide sat there, staring at me all the time. I’m, not sure it didn’t even scoff at me at one time! Hahaha!

Bit of a set-back on the medicalisationing tasks, though. Little Inchies fungal lesion started to bleed again, but only a bit. I double-winced as I applied the cream. I clouted my right elbow against the sink, then.

Probably the most entertaining new, a first-time-ever Accifauxpas! As I was holding the towel in each hand, going to and fro drying my back, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed me! My right hand shot off, and I gave myself a hell of a thump, right on my nose! Cribblebogangonies!

A drop of blood flowed, I went dizzy, Saccades Sandra kicked off, the nose went red, and I felt a right fool! After cleaning up the tiny spots of blood, I just had to take a selfie of the red nose. But, by the time I’d got around to taking the photo, it had all but gone. Hehehe!

Well, Tate Gallery, are you interested? Or am I to think of something along the lines of the American minimalist sculptor, Carl Andre, and do something like his brick display? I can think of a few words to describe what I thought, and still do, think of it.

Pitiable, pathetic, lamentable, dismal, ludicrous, feeble, phoney, laughable, hair-brained, asinine, and glaikit, come immediately to mind.

Carl Andre, an artist? Pull the other one! Humph and Fiddlesticks! Art, my Arse!

I came out from the wet room, feeling in a half-decent mood. And decided to get the blue Mayanmar (Formerly Burma) made, Primark zip-up 100% Polyester, £9.99, top washed.

You can see how well I live can’t you, pure class!

I really didn’t think it would be quiet as dirty as it was! Cor Blimus, I rinsed it that often until the water came clear, it must have taken me an hour before I got it done, wrung and hung above the sink to drip-dry! Dirty Inchcock! It should be dry by about September.

I make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. And took a shot of the City Hospital. Where my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred Brother-in-law Pete, pools winner and three-time Lottery winner (Not counting his up-to-now 278 scratch-card wins – counts them every week you know!), went in for his Big C treatment, and I got good vibes back while I was taking it. Fingers crossed, for the lucky, handsome, hair on head, clever-with-his-hands, electrical genius! 

I rang out the hanging shirt come jacket, as I have been doing regularly since having washed it. Then returned to the updating on this blog, I’m getting a little weary now, and reckon the Amazon slippers will arrive late today. And still haven’t caught up on the WordPress Reader and Facebook yet!

An hour or so later, I went for a mug of Glengettie tea. Amnd noticed I’m not-half doing some sneezing?

I returned and took this photo on the right, from the computer chair, of the view out of the balcony, on my left.

I then went on the WordPress Reader section. Then onto Facebooking, to try and catch-up. A bit slow going on the computer again. Humph!

I thought as you do, I’ll enlist with Sainsbury’s, and make an order. What could go wrong? Hah!

The hands were bad, Nicodemus again. But I signed on with them and started doing an order. When it came to the checkout, well, what performance. All the numbers and details they wanted, and I must have made so many mistakes, cause I to repeat things sop often, I ren out of time and I got blocked by them!

Then I found I was supposed to have signed up with Nectar, that was of great confusion for me, the numbers and passwords was a nightmare, after filling in the pages, it kept coming back that the details were wrong! I had to repeatedly reset at least four passwords and I got myself into a bad panic (My numbers phobia again), in a right muddle.

Then I got blocked for a second time for not completing in the given 30/40-minute (Security) window!

Then Nectar sent me another password reset, and I just didn’t know what I was doing! The only time I wished I lived with someone for years, no help, no time to get any. everything was being tightly timed, and Shuddering-
Shoulder-Shirley kicked-off, Oh dear! 

Eventually, Gawd knows how, but I got back on the Sainsbury page, and they had kept the order I was doing on the page. Then I had to put in all the bank details again. More passwords needed! Then I had reset one a second time!

The scribble on my notepad was barely readable! But, I found a doggedness, and eventually, signed in again with Sainsbury’s (3rd time), and had yet again, to put in the card details, with time running out for the third time!

I got the order sent off eventually, but I had to confirm various details again first, and I kept getting emails… Crap!

Then, when they accepted payment, sent me details, I found they had charged me £7 for delivery!

Believe it or not, I’m feeling proper poorly now. I can’t cope on my own anymore.

I’ll just have to take that offer up to marry me from Michelle Pfeiffer, then.

And the slippers have yet to come, the vegetables for the stew have been overcooked methinks! 

Then the INR test result record was delivered. From Monday’s blood giving. Took them a while this week, and I realised that no one from the surgery or Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic, had called with me new dosages.

Pathetically, I felt a little sorry for myself, after such a reasonable day as well. Then realised I’d been up for fourteen hours, Nicodemus and Shirley were both pestering me, what a state to get into.

Then I realised, in getting signed on with Sainsbury’s and Nectar, had cost me three hours of my life! And left me drained, and wee’d off. I’m guessing the numbers and figures going all wrong, has started this depression off, but I’m only guessing. 

No one to talk to, fall out with, and even Herbert is not knocking and banging about today! Ah, well, Que sera, sera!

I’m not even feeling hungry yet, what’s going on? Hahaha! Knick-knockers!

I’ll see if the slippers are anywhere near, on the Amazon tracker.

My stupidity continues! It knows no bounds! The Universe is its Oyster! I looked at the tracker and it was showing the map. I saw the red circle, and assumed the van was outside the flats! So, I went and stood near the intercom waiting for it to go off. I stood there for ages, too scared to move in case I didn’t hear the pathetic, weak tone of the intercom box when it went off. It can’t be much longer I said to myself. But it was!

Forty minutes later, I nipped back quickly to check on the tracker again, below on the original tracker when I looked, I widened the picture and realised the red circle was the flats, a green one was the lorry, that didn’t show up on the first screen, thus, this old fart was confused! What a pillock!

I was just glad when the driver did eventually get up to the flat, it was about an hour later. He was in a terrible rush, dropped the bag on the floor and shot off! I don’t think he heard my thank you, especially as it was being interfered with by Stuttering Stephanie!

I put the well-squashed bag down, dropping the four-pronged metal stick as I did so, and of course, naturally, as is to be expected, it goes without saying, came down and hit my toes! Grubblesoddit!

I tore open the bag, to reveal the semi-flattened brown slippers, with outside-soles! Tsk!

I tried to reshape them, had a modicum of success too.

I got the vegetables out of the slow-cooker and into the pan of canned stewed steak, seasoned with some gravy salts. Came back to this computer, and within minutes I could smell burning! I limped ASAP into the kitchen, to find the pan of stew bubbling merrily away! I’d turned the heat up, instead of off!

Is there any hope or future for me? Grobbleknangles! I wonder if there’s a Senior Citizens adoption society or Grandpappy Replacement Union? No, that wouldn’t be fair on anyone.

Shattered as I felt, I had to make up a template for tomorrow. So through closing eyes, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and the Stinging Harold Haemorrhoids, I did just that. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

Went on the comments to catch up, I’ve had a wickedly busy day again.

I grafted away at this blog until fatigue defeated me! Managed to make a template for tomorrow, then I went on email to sort out all the harassing from Sainsbury’s and Nectar, but mainly, cause I’m feeling guilty for not answering Lisa until so late, so I’ll do that first.

I may be back… Hahaha!

I’ve replied to Lisa, at last, and had a bash on the WordPress reader.

Went to make a brew of Glengettie tea, and despite it being so late, the Sun was high and blasting.

A lovely evening, weatherwise!

Shattered, I am! I’m going to post this off now, then get summat to eat, the stew, if it tastes alright overcooked.

TTFNski, each!.

 

Inchcock – Wednesday 29th July 2020: Warning: This contains an X-Rated Ablutionalisationing Report!

TFZer Keith, Modelling

Wednesday 29th July 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 29ain Gorffennaf 2020

I’m writing from 2030hrs last night. At last, after much harassment and many botherations, thanks to Jenny, I eventually got some nosh made (See right – A delight). 

And what a nosh it was. Despite my being knackerated, in state of body and mind, I gladly ate it all up! Chinese belly pork, baked beans flavoured with BBQ seasoning and tomato puree, and mushrooms, some milk roll bread, made a fruit salad of sorts, and raspberry ripple mousse. Taste Rating: 8/10.

Left pots to soak in the sink, and dived down into the recliner in search of Sweet Morpheous. But I think I must have been over-tired or something, cause it was ages before I got off. Tsk!


03:20hrs: I woke with a start, talk about confused, the mind was indeed not working very well. Maybe I’d had an odd dream, though I cannot recall having one. No matter what day is it, for a moment I had to concentrate on who I was! It was a cringe-worthy few moments before the brain engaged properly. (Well, I say properly, hehehe!)

Just as things were mentally settling, the dreaded ‘Inner-Gurgling’ started, and I had to make my way to the wet room ASAP, stumbling along with the stick, en route I blamed last night’s meal. I’ve never had Diahorrea-Duncan so bad in my life! After thunderingly flopping on the seat, the evacuation began immediately, almost liquid, and it felt so uncomfortable. Eugh! The tummy ache got worse after the session had finished! I’m getting a little wee’d-off with the ever-changing motions of late. And, all the cleaning up and medicating after the event. Even after waiting so long for completions, it was like a dripping tap, the wee-weeing continued with the PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble). I dread to think how long I was in there for. But hope lies ahead, faith will not be lost, my mission will continue, and progress will be made! I’ve not got the foggiest idea what I’m talking about, here?

Off to the kitchen! Washed last night’s pots, then the kettle on and tried again to take a decent shot of the morning view, but I’m not doing well recently with these shots. Still, it was no worse than yesterday’s early morning efforts, or was it? Hehe!

As I was getting the Health-Check stuff out of the drawer, a combination of Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failing, and an untimely short spell of Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley arrived. The thermometer and tablet-pods ended up on the floor! The stick thermometer would not work, I’m hoping it needs a new battery, as opposed to my having broken it all together. No longer works! Groggleknockers!

The HP readings were fine enough. I used the new thermometer to take the temperature, but it wasn’t having of it at all? The screen flashed, and a few indefinable odd dots flashed. Methinks I’ve now broken both of the thermometers? Globblegripes!

Made a brew of Extra strong Assam tea, and started the updating of this post. Oh, I got an email from Iceland!

And a long job it turned out to be, Nicodemus and Shirley seemed to have allied themselves, to ensure I have plenty of hassle, mistake-making, ever-correcting, and a frustrating time doing the blog! Grrr!

Off to get the ablutions done, with Iceland coming with my hastily placed order. (Morrisons I know had just delivered yesterday, but Morrisons did not have any egg mayonnaise, so I ordered some from Iceland), and the Amazon ‘bamboo diabetic socks’ are coming, I had to get the washing up done early. But it was too early to use the shower, the noise might disturb my neighbours. Off to the wet room poddled!

AblutionalisationingFor over Eighteens only X-rated Report

  • One tiny cut shaving, but a devil of a job to stop bleeding! Tsk!
  • A disappointing session this one was. It started with me hitting my left shoulder against the door frame as I entered the room! The left, not the right? A Great Start! 
  • Broke the blue toothbrush! That did Toothache Thomas a lot of good!
  • I’ve no idea how long it took me to find the pack of four I knew I had somewhere, but when I did find it, after going into two rooms in search, it was on the trolley on my left, on the shelf below the toothpaste! No idea how I missed it for so long! Grumbleconfusement!

By now, I’d spent such a long time in there, I was so late, I could use the shower now. So not all bad!

  • I was doing well, so nicely,  until I was cleaning my rear-quarters, and set off Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding! It reminded me that old American Noir film with blood in the shower, but I can’t remember the name of it, stabbed in the shower, oh, I’ll look it up later
  • I turned up the power on the shower, to wash away the blood away, but it kept coming. Oh, dearie me! 
  • So, I just kept spraying it down the drain at regular intervals. Bad, this! 
  • The good news is that I went through the whole long episode without dropping the shower-head once!
  • Did well in the freshening-up and medicating departments. The new Clobetasone cream was really useful in stopping the bleeding. It stung a bit, like! 
  • Getting dried without any problems, then getting dressed, as I was battling to get the PP’s on, over I went. All the fault of Shaking Shaun, and his inexpediently timed visit! Argh! 
  • I stayed down for a minute, to assess any damage I might have done to my Herculean-like, trim, muscled, young firm body.  (Ahem!)
  • Everything that had taken place during this mammoth ablution session paled into the ether. For after a look, sensing and a feel around, the only damage I could find was Arthur Itis’s left knee had been put out, and that snapped back as I rose from the floor, using the shower chair’s assistance. I was Mega-Superduper-Lucky there! A ginormous Smug-Mode grew!

Obviously, I was limping badly for a few minutes, but my spirits had grown, for some reason. Most likely by yours truly, having such good fortune? I was tickled-pink! And the legs and plates were looking so good! Well, apart from Arthur’s left patella.

Now, I was singing to myself as I went to the kitchen, and got the kettle on!

Got on the computer, and not long later, the intercom buzzed, it was the Iceland chap arriving. Naturally, when I pressed the top button, saw who it was, and pressed the bottom open-door button, the screen went black! Always some problem with this hard to hear, unreliable system! Tsk!

I told the chap about the intercom, not being awkward to use, unable to hear it, and it kept going blank when I try to let someone in. The chap said no-end of folks tell him the same. He obligingly left the bags in the doorway for me.

I took them through to the kitchenette, for sorting and checking, and found some errors had been made. Not the 18 medium eggs in place of six eggs, but in my rushing to get an order in so I could get the mayonnaise eggs, I’d got a few things misconstrued!

You see on the right, is a white bottle, which I to have ordered, and it was meant to be the same size as the pink, nearly empty one? I tried to work out why I should buy a £10 120 wash bottle of the Ylang 4.20 L Surf? The one I have is a 47 wash 1645ml one costing me £4.50, and that’s lasted me for months! Where do you start working out which the better value? Litres and Miliitres, too confusing for my arithmophobia and dyscalculia! I was grand with £.s.d, pints, fluid ounces and inches! Of course, since the stroke, there have been extra problems like this.

I got the flour for Jenny in a bag, and split the substitutes big box of eggs with her, and put a bag of white cobs in it. Then got the waste bags made up, and filled the three-wheeler with them. So much easier walking with the trolley, (but not on the buses too many moans about being in the way, Tsk!)

I phoned Jen to let her know I was going down with the flour. And set off to the rubbish chute with the bags. I couldn’t carry the food bag as well, so after depositing the waste in the chute, I nipped back to collect it. Then to the lift lobby.

The wait was not too long to get a lift, but while I was waiting, the Constructors only lift arrived, and a woman got out? Down the Jenny’s, had a little natter, Jen gave me monies for the flour, swapped cheerios, and back to the lifts.

And another lady got out of the constructors-only cage? These Covid-19 safety rulings are not being adhered to at all by some!

I wonder if the Coronavirus is for real, has sank-in yet? Ah, well, who am I? That’s a good question, I’ll try to find an answer later. Hehehe!

I got back inside the flat, and checked on the potatoes on the slow-cooker, and began to shell some peas. There I was, happy and contented a lark, the sunshine coming through the lethal new windows, and I basked in it for a few minutes, while I shelled the garden peas, dinking the mug of tasty Thompsons Punjabi tea, and dreaming of the betterer days, now gone.

I must have something about shelling peas, a distant memory of happier times perhaps? I certainly didn’t need to through all the painful experience of doing the fresh peas. Not with my supply of canned garden peas! Haha! My fearfully short moment of joy and contentment ended.

When I added some of the sugar, I’d bought from Morrisons into the saucepan. And realised I had not bought demerara, but caster sugar? Well, fancy that! Me, getting summat wrong! I bothered Jenny by ringing her up, and asked her if it was alright to use this different sugar? She explained that Castor, or Caster sugar, is standard sugar ground up more finely. I thanked her.

Then I asked myself a serious question; “How come you managed shops for Tesco and the Co-op for all those years, all that stocktaking, cash handling, and balancing the millions of trading stamps every Saturday night, and have actually forgotten what Caster sugar was?

My earlier elation dissipated a little further, as I knew the answer. I am losing it. Becoming affected or infected, with presenile dementia? The stroke didn’t help. Fast cometh to me, the old-timers disease, Alzheimer’s maybe? Nobody seems bothered, and I must be going potty because I’m not bothered either! Well, not at this moment I’m not.

What can one do? It’s obvious, put the kettle on again for a brew, back to Glengettie Gold this time. I spent a couple of minutes worth of nephelococcygia, and I spotted a helmeted face in the clouds. Tetched the camera to take a snap… Could I find the face again? Nope!

I set about emailing the link for yesterdays blog. (Better late than never. But I’ve had a busy day losing the plot!)

I got a Nottingham News Email, this was in it: Across Nottinghamshire and the city, the data shows varied rates across the seven local councils and Nottingham – with some regions registering increases and others seeing a drop in cases. The most notable area, is Bassetlaw, with the number of confirmed Covid-19 cases per 100,000 people more than doubling from 6.0 to 14.5 in the last seven days.

I got the oven on, it’s getting past my usual head-down time already!.

Aha, the intercom sounded off! It was the Amazon diabetic winter socks arriving.

Well, they look warm enough. The fight with the sock-glide could be a painful one, I didn’t expect them to be so thick?

Being the coward I am, and having managed without wearing socks for three months or more, I shall continue to abstain.

At least until it gets too cold for me, and I’ll have to recommence my daily, fearful, dangerous, shocking, hemerine struggle with the innocent-looking Sock Glide again!

Ah! The memories I have of my risky, injury ensuring, lethal morning tussles wit the glide!

The black-spotted fingers, the scraped knuckles, the blood flowing. The cursing, stubbing my toe on it, toppling over when using it, tearing the socks, and dropping the danged thing.

But it seems impervious to getting damaged. 

It just silently lays there on the shower chair, seemingly staring at me, not for want of company or feeling sad at not being used, oh, no!

It just can’t wait to get back to its meaning in life – To injure me as much as possible! Luckily, I have a good supply of pain-gel, a few Codien 60g, and liquid Morphine hidden in the medical cupboard, along with a tube of bruise-easer ointment, bandages and plasters at the ready, for when the Morning Altercations are forced to restart again!

Going bonkers, me? Mmm?

I am about to get the nosh sorted out now, five-hours later than planned originally. (I may give-up on making plans, they never come to fruition or work out right anyway! Tsk!)

I’ll carry on updating from this point, in the morning post.

Take care out there! May your foibles ferment with festivity, fun and financial gain!

Inchcockski – Wednesday 25th March 2020: Diahorrea Duncan dominated day

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Wednesday 25th March 2020

Ukrainian: Середа, 25 березня 2020 Pоку

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GM brownR.02:35hrs: I awoke, still feeling a tad groggy and tired. I waited for the brain to engage gear and the fog to lift from the grey cells, and things became mentally at least, active! By the time I’d had an enthusiastic and satisfying itch around my massive, wobbly, overweight midriff, I recognised the urgent need to get myself to the wet room! So I did!  

(As I now know, this was but the first trip of many to be made today! Oh, dearie me, yes!) The flow, yet again, began of the innards own accord. (It was close, but I made it in time, this time!) The evacuation contents reminded me of Brussel sprout sized clumps, that broke apart as they landed in the bowl with a series of splashes! Over quickly, no pain really at all! Not messy, and only the tiniest spot of bleeding. Even Little Inchies fungal lesion was leaking, but it was so minuscule. I distinctly recall, (and that in itself is a rarity!), thinking to myself as I cleaned things up; “Well if they are all like this, I’ll have no problems!” An acceptable session!

To the kitchen, and thought about the wonderful, kind help I’m received, prompted when I got the bottle of milk from the fridge, that Oberstgruppenfhureress Angela had arranged and one of the ladies had delivered to my door for me last night! Made a brew of Thompsons Punja tea.

WDPH01L4I few moments of Mind-Thoughts blasting: WD 0.40.0. Spirits dipped a tad when I went to get the medications out of the draw. I am now taking the Warfarin doses blind. No blood test for weeks now, so obviously, I have no idea what amount I should be taking! At least if I am imbibing too much, it might just be cutting myself and bleeding to death, might happen if Little Inchies fungal lesion flows. Too little Warfarin, and a stroke, seizure or heart attack. But, of course, that’s providing that the Coronavirus doesn’t get me first! Or Duodenal Donald doesn’t burst open. Maybe Anne Gyna’ll get me? Or the mechanical ticker battery will run out? Or the blood cancer starts again? Perhaps, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters will go into complete failure? Or, the Peripheral Neuropathy may start an involuntary right leg Schuhplattler dance, when I’m crossing the road, and I’ll get squashed by a lorry? No, no, no! With the lock-down I’ll not be outside will I, and will there be any lorries on the road by then anyway? Ah, the part bullet still inside me might suddenly rust? Nae, its been no bother for donkey’s years. It’s a game innit? Hahaha! You’ve got to laugh!

3Wed06By the time I’d stopped the Mind-Blast, the tea had gone cold. So I took the medications to the computer desk, oiled the ear-holes, creamed certain areas in need of the same, and made another brew. I noticed that I had acquired what looked like a scorch mark on my right hand? No doubt during a period of a Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure and the nerves did not inform the brain.

Off to the computerisationing. I had to do a graphic, I had no choice in the matter, this idea came into my mind for a funny Coronavirus page top, I just had to get it completed while it was fresh in my mind.

Then, onto updating the Tuesday blog, but I had a look on the Emails first.

3Wed04Fair enough!

3Wed05I tried again to read my notes to use on the phone call with the help, from Angela.

But it was guesswork. Eventually, and it took me an aeon, I got the updating finished. Put some pics on Pinterest. Emailed the link to my vast number of followers, both of them!

3Wed01WD 0.40.0. Then, I realised I had still got the medications on the tray, not taken. Schmuck! I got them gathered but dropped a yellow Lansoprazole. It took me ages to find it (Well. I thought I had!) The struggle to get down once I did spot it, I used the new picker-upperer (Thanks again, Jenny!) and retrieved it. Struggled to get back up again, and then realised it was not a tablet at all, it was part of potato-chip! Most likely from one of my nocturnal-nibbling sessions). Which meant I had to continue searching for the capsule. It took me so long to find it, I was on the verge of giving up when I did. It must have bounced when I dropped it, cause it was about six foot away on the carpet near the balcony windows! The picker-upperer did its job again. The capsule was washed, and then, taken along with the other medications. What a faffling _art about!

WDP 08L02bEmbarrassing WD 0.40.0.WD 0.40.0. a Odd that I should use the term I did there. Because that is the very thing that emitted from my innards moments later, a little sort of silent involuntary Plump, felt more than heard! I hastened to the Porcelain Throne, but didn’t make it in time! The evacuation again was under the control of my innards. Runny, messy, and smelly. Yet, still, the movement was painful? Had a shower and cleaned up, new PP’s on, and the trousers were thrown away, disinfected thoroughly, in a black bag on there own! Now my spirits sank, shame grew, and a despondency developed!

Eventually, I made a start on this blog. But with the indelicate, humiliating events, my heart had lost some pep. I pondered on what I had eaten that might have caused this worrisome trouble. I’m sure I’d taken nothing out-of-date food in? Ah, well! I was confident that this that diarrhorea is not on the Coronavirus symptoms list. I’ll check later. Diarrhorea Duncan came on suddenly. Things have gone from solid and reluctant, to the opposite in a matter of hours! Mmm!

I was taking some photographs from the window, and the first one was shot. With the aid of the step-ladder and a deal of nervousness (Hehe!), was down below the window on Chestnut Walk. Compared to the last such a shot (right), last weekend, there were more cars and fewer people in view!

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3Wed14WD 0.40.0. I tried again at getting to book an order for Morrisons. But, although I was initially so pleased to be able to get on the site, there were no delivery slots available.

Mysteriously, they told me my trolley is currently £26.90 and contains 19 items?

3Wed14aI then read about Morrisons supplying £35 food boxes, £10 delivery. But could not get to find them on the site, of course.

WD 0.40.0. One more into the breach, I tried for Iceland. Same thing. no slots available. It’s all frustrating and confusing… No, it’s not! Sorry.

WD 0.40.0. From nowhere, disorientation and dizziness fell on me. I felt proper poorly. Then a coughing sneezing session. The guts rumbled, and hobbled off for the third trip to the Porcelain throne! By gum, Trotski Terence had taken over the tummy controls now! Eurgh! Most uncomfortable experience. Cleaning up was another big bother for me.

3Wed35I gave up computing and any thoughts of mind control as the head spun. 

Feeling almost exhausted, not able to take any interest in cooking or preparing fodder, I made a meal of sliced Piccolo tomatoes and the last but one Cox’s apple. I found a bag of crisps and had them with the so-called meal. No desire, hunger or need for more.

Computing left in a right state, I just stripped off, and got down in the recliner, put the TV on, and slowly nibbled at the food. The stomach-grinding began to ease off a little. But I felt so tired. The regular dropping off and waking a few minutes later went on for hours. I had no inclination to do or think about anything much when I was awake.

WD 0.40.0. Then the shakes put an end to any thoughts of getting to sleep for hours. I thought the recliner would fall apart, or I might shake myself off of the chair! Hehehe!

What a pickle!

TTFNski, all the bestest each!

Inchcock Today – Wed 23 Oct 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops enjoyed today. Phwert!

2019 sOct 23

2019 sOct 23

Wednesday 23rd October 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 23ain Hydref 2019

Oct 23

02:20hrs: I woke, almost thoughtless, it was great. No Worry-Storm in the brain-box, totally unfathomable as to why, but I liked it! Within seconds, I was rising from the Brother-In-Law knackered second-hand, £300, rickety recliner, on the way to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for another HDT (Heavy-Duty-Torrential) wee-wee.

While releasing the wee-wee, I became aware of the lack of bother from RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), Anne Gyna, and Back-Pain Brenda. Had I died, and no one told me? Hehehe!

3Wed001The idea of hobbling to the kitchen without using the stick came to mind – followed by a warning from my EQ. So, I took in the message, usually right, for the trip with the new four-prong stick. But no bother came, I’ll give it a bit of time. I made a brew of Glengettie and took the medications. I tipped the tablets out from the Chemist-filled Tablet-Pouch.

WD 250.0.250 I was under the impression when these arrived, that they had sent me a double-dos3Wed01Qe of prescriptions, but found on opening, they only half-filled them. The reason for tipping them into a bowl this time was I was getting fed-up with dropping one or more each time I tried to tip them into the tiny-pill tray I’d been using. And then having to locate them, clean them, and take them. Hehe!

3Wed001bI got the handwashing from last night onto the airer.

A summoning from the innards to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off I went to the wet room. Yet another change in style this morning. Really messy, Urgh!

WD 250.0.250 Cleaning me and various parts of the wet room up, took me ages to get done, and while doing it, having to bend, kick-started Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda off! Humph! The pain relief didn’t last for long, did it? But I appreciated it while it lasted. The EQ was right, as usual.

WD 250.0.250 When I came out and went to make another brew before starting on the computer, being lighter now, I saw and was surprised by the thick fog out there! I took photographs to the left, straight ahead, and to the right.

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WD 250.0.250 Made the tea, and got the computer on. Oh, dearie me!

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WD 250.0.250 This went on for hours. Making life difficult with the computing, and getting the diary updated took yonks! But by blind determination, assisted my some silent-bad-language,  I eventually got it done and posted.

WD 250.0.250 At about 08:30hrs, a screeching-metallic noise came from somewhere nearby. Gawd, it was loud and lasted for about 10 seconds. I abandoned the computer chair, and went on a seek & find mission!  I seeked but did not find what it was or where it came from. Taping and knocking noises were heard for several hours, but they were obviously from above, where the screeching seemed to be all around? Ah, just another of the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucinations, all rife!

I had to get the ablutions seen to before the Iceland delivery arrived. I double-checked on the email message, to be sure what time to expect it.

WD 250.0.250 A new email had come in from the company. They were short delivering: the Sherbert saucers, and the Milk Roll bread! Tut-tut!

3Wed01sOn the way to the wetroom, I heard another screeching noise again, not as loud and of a shorter duration.

WD 250.0.250 The one thing I did not check last time, was the new intercom, so I had a look, but it had failed again! I hope the buzzer thing works when the chap or lady arrives with the groceries. Fingers crossed then. I got into the oh, so cold wet room, and started the ablutionisationing. I stripped off and checked the legs before doing the teggies and shaving. They didn’t look too good, to me. Humph! Yet the pain of RAI was not so bad at the moment. The Clopidogrel was raging, and the old ankle ulcer looked to be trying to burst out again?

3Wed01fWD 250.0.250 The teggies were a struggle, as the right hand and fingers were both a bit non-responsive to touch. I tried using the left dandy and what a laugh!

WD 250.0.250 The shaving was perhaps a little too close? Again, the hand and fingers caused problems. At this point, the dropsies consisted of Flannel 1, Razors 3, Shaving foam 1, and After-shave bottle 2. (Used to stop the bleeding)

3Wed01ga WD 250.0.250 As I got in the shower, I clouted my head on the control-box edge. Rinsed off the shaving foam, and had an excellent refreshing shower. Even if it did seem so cold in there this morning. I could hear knocking, drilling, and tapping while the shower was on, so it had to be nearby. The fire sprinkler fitters, maybe. Despite the injuries, I felt in fairly-good condition.

3Wed01iI dried off and got dressed, all bar the socks: with my accifauxpa record since getting up, I thought I’d leave off the socks and avoid any conflict with the sock-glide. Haha!

WD 250.0.250 The nick on the nut bled a bit more, so I dosed it with after-shave, that did the trick. It made me jump a bit, and mutter some mild naughty words mind. Hehe!

3Wed02Back on the computer, it was still dead slow! Started on this blog, until the intercom rang, and I heard it (another mystery), the release button worked, and the chap was soon at the door, he put the groceries inside the door for me. I signed his tablet and thanked him, and off I went for another HDT (Heavy-Duty-Torrential) wee-wee!

3Wed01TI got the stuff stored away, planning to have the frozen Smokey Sausage and beans ready-meal later. 

I’d wedged the door open with the trolley to get the bags in, so I went to close it and spotted some new pipework had been done in the hallway.

WD 250.0.250 Back to the computer and did a bit, but things were that slow, I gave up. This damned Fries internet service is causing me dysbulia!

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I decided to take the bags to the waste chute, then go to see the Wardens if they are in their holding-cell, interrogation office, then go up to the roof at Winwood Court, to take some pictures, as the fog was thinning quickly now, and the sunshine, although not warm, was coming out.

Then, the Amazon monthly delivery of the Mannon Lemon Wafers arrived from Amazon. A reet-treat! Bootiful! Tangy and tasty! Delightful! And expensive! Har-har!

3Wed03I got the five bags made up for the waste chute, and struggled to the chute-room with them and deposited them down the shaft. Then returned to the apartment and got the nibble bag and pressies in the trolley, and back out again,  down in the lift to the ground floor lobby. A mass of posters was on the notice board. One was from Jenny, she is still organising the Meal to Arnold. I really would like to go again with Jenny and Frank, but with how I am at the moment, it would be very embarrassing for me, the shakes, losing contact with the fingers and hands, would undoubtedly mean Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangplops with eating. Just like they do at the flat. But here, there is only me to cope with and self-mortify and shame. I think it is on a Tuesday anyway, so will clash with the After-Stroke Physio sessions. But, I do appreciate her efforts for us, so much. ♥

WD 250.0.250 I made my way along the link-passage. As soon as the swipe door opens to Winwood Court, you are greeted by a lovely warmth, a stark contrast to how Woodthorpe Court feels. I got to the Wardens Den. All three of them were in, with a selection of handsome, fit-looking young workmen. It makes yer sick! Well me, anyway. Ha-ha-ha! I dropped the pressie off, handed the nibble bag around, and had a chat. (Precious that!) When the wafers where delivered, I saved the air-bags they used, and took them as well, cause they are larger than normal ones, and the gals love popping-them! And did so as soon as they were handed over!

3Wed05I departed, and got in the lift to the top floor of Winwood Court, to take some pictures from the rooftop. The restroom was not being used by anyone. It is spacious, nice and warm and had facilities galore. I went out on to the roof. The doors have now been repaired, and both opened when I pressed the button. Lovely!

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3Wed12aShame about the leaks in the roof, it has always leaked since being installed.

I went back into the perfectly heated and looked after rest-area room. So much care has gone into planning the layout and available extras.

As you can see, the luxury-status room lacks for nothing, only Winwood Court residents, visiting. Oh, I am jealous again! Hehehe!

After a nosey-around, I got in the lift and returned through the link-passage back to the dark, grungy, cold Woodthorpe Court.

WD 250.0.250 I spotttttted… did you see that? I left the extra t’s on, to show you how often I have to amend and correct things when the fingers lose their sensitivity to touch, same when shaving, no wonder I can’t get jobs done, and they take so long to do! Moan-Over!

3Wed14WD 250.0.250 What was I saying? Oh, yes! I spotted either a contact or a security device. Or both, hanging from one of the doors in the passageway.

I was struggling with my balance and the trolley for a while. Which made me appreciate the help from the After-Stroke team and the Red Cross, in getting me this trolley-walker. 3Wed15Without any doubt, it had been an accident saver for me, on many occasions, like just now!

They even have motion-sensors for the lights in the warm-snug passageway. Did I mention it was so comfortable and warm in Winwood Court?

When I got through the swipe-door at the end of the corridor, I shuddered involuntarily! It was that cold in there! Just thought I’d mention it! Humph!

Being lunchtime, I called in to see Robert, the caretaker and offer him a nibble. (No answer to that, Hahaha!) We had a little natter, which I always appreciate. Like when Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Pole Dancer Angela called last night. She made a point of having a short chinwag with me, and caring actions like this, are so appreciated. ♥

I said my farewells, and withdrew, to the elevator and back up to the flat. I had another HDT (Heavy-Duty-Torrential) wee-wee.  And the photographs from camera SD card to CorelDraw. Titivated a couple up, and got them all on WordPress to use as I updated this post.

WD 250.0.250 I had a break, when, you guessed it…

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3Wed21I got the oven heating, ready for the cooking of the Smokey sausage & bean casserole, later on. I hope it will be tasty.

Went for another HDT wee-wee. At least the water-demands have all been of a similar nature today, even if a tad fierce perhaps?

3Wed22I made a brew of tea and got the medications taken. I then had a go at getting the Nokia camera, no… Nikon camera to take a landscape photograph. Changed the settings, then took a picture from the balcony. And success! It came out just grand! At least know now, how to change it back in the settings. If I remember.

WD 250.0.250 As I turned to come back in from the balcony, I saw so many dead insects on and under the floorboards. Bees, midges and flies! And the cold had gone through to the flat when I opened the window! Grumph & Carbolic!

Then I got the casserole in the oven after reading the cooking instructions. It needs 30 minutes with the cellphone punctured, then I have to take it out, remove the plastic and give it another 15 minutes. What are your odds of me having an Accifauxpa while doing it? I set the timer and took it with me to the computer to update this… It was slow going, but at least the Virgin media was working again.

I stripped the cellophane off of the container, stirred the concoction and put it back in the oven, also added a sourdough baguette, in the hopes that everything will be cooked at the same time.

Getting tired now. Had a quick go at Facebooking photos. But…

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Gave up on computing. Gerumph!

I’ll have to catch-up in the morning. Globdangerations!

I got the ready-made meal into the oven. Later adding the gungo beans and BBQ sauce. And had a read of the contents written on the sleeve. Which were, (get ready…)

Cooked roasted red pepper sausages (29%) – (pork (76%), roasted red pepper (16%), citrus fibre, salt, spices, herb, garlic, dried red pepper, filled into a beef collagen casing), passata, water, sliced red pepper (9%), roasted onion (9%), roasted red pepper, cannellini beans (3.5%), red kidney beans (3.5%), sliced spring onion, onion purée, diced carrot, garlic purée, pork bouillon, yeast extract, ham powder, pork, salt, antioxidant (rosemary extract), onion powder), Worcester sauce (water, white vinegar, sugar, salt, tamarind extract, onion powder, barley malt extract, garlic powder, ground ginger, concentrated lemon juice, clove powder, chilli powder), maize starch, spices (contains mustard), salt, seaweed granules. Oh boy, what have I bought? This might not be a good idea! I got the timer on, and after 30 minutes, took it out, removed the film, stirred it, added the gungo beans & Texan BBQ sauce. Back in the oven with the Sourdough baguette for 15-minutes longer.

3Wed22I felt a little dubious as I served it up on the tray. Put the things in to soak in the oven, and into the junk room and on the recliner to eat this, what I thought was an over ingredientated meal. It was great! I expected it to be too hot and spicy for me. But it tasted spot-on to me! A 2Tue25flavour-rating of 7.7/10! I devoured it with more relish than I have any meal for days now!

I think this list of health and danger listing, shows it to be a healthy meal? But I’m not sure. It was indeed a coenaculous meal, that was enjoyed with degust.

It was £3.50 and was 550g. I expect Iceland will have run out of stock by the time I get to go and buy some more! Huh!

With a warm, satisfied feeling in the stomach, I washed the pots and got the handwashing done.

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3Wed23I just had to take this shot of the paradisaical, colourful evening sky. I used the Nikon camera, as it has a ‘Night Landscape’ option, which seems to come out more vivid than the Auto one. I’ll try an Auto and a Night one of the same scenes for the morning’s view, so I can show the difference between them.

I had a drink of something that I have not had for donkey’s years – A can of Pepsi, a sugar-free one. It got the wind-up for me! I got them on offer, delivered from Iceland. A shame the ycould not supply the Sherberts and bread as well. Grrr!

I was pretty sure that sleep would come quickly tonight. I couldn’t have wronger! Humph!

WD 250.0.250 I spent hours and hours, not even any short nod-offs! I watched the TV later into the night than I have done since in my teens! Gawd knows when I did get to kip, but I remember a Law & Oder programme starting at 23:00hrs. I reckon I must have nodded-off while that was on.

WDPleft02WD 250.0.250 Will, I ever catch up on the Nottingham City Homes-Repair team’s imposed sleeping ban of nine-days duration?

I’m not too hopeful. Haha!

TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 16th October 2019: A few psychotomimetic moments today – so no change there. Hehe!

2019 sOct 16

2019 sOct 16

Wednesday 16th October 2019

Croatian: Srijeda 16 Listopada 2019. Godine

3Wed001

WD 70.0.0. Tuesday 15th October: I fell asleep, a desperately-needed sleep, somewhere around 19:00hrs, and burst awake at 22:00hrs. In an incontrovertible, need of the Porcelain Throne. The immediate odds of me making it to the Throne in time were not good! I partly fumbled, stumbled, and galumphed my stomach-dominated chassis from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grottily-beige-coloured, rickety recliner, kept my balance okay, grabbed the stick, and hobbled to the wet room, with surprising deft-dexterity.

WD 70.0.0. I almost leapt onto the seat, as the evacuation began. And it went on, and on and on! I believe it was a physical impossibility for so much poop to have been produced and stored in my innards! If it were possible to dimidiate the contents that were released, I still think it would have been too much, even with my bulbous belly. And as for how the toilet managed to get the ordure off via the U-bend into the sewers, I just don’t know!

WDPrightWD 70.0.0. Acc I cleaned and washed the dandies, turned to exit the wet room, a little jerking from the leg, and I caught the Sock-Glide on the shower stool. I now have a new bruise on my foot. I’ll photograph it later. Humph! I may have muttered something under my breath, like ‘bother’; or ‘blow-it’; I’m not sure exactly.

To the kitchen, and moved the handwashing onto the airers. Then took the medications, made a brew. I almost got the saucepans filled with water, out of habit! I had been nine-days without any hot water, so it’s understandable, especially if you know me. Hahaha!

I began to update Tuesday’s post, at last, a lot of it, with so many photographicalisations to sort out. A memory testing time for me. But the fingertips and hands were not too bad at this moment. The leg and shoulder were both persistent in their jumping and jerking, but they didn’t turn into an actual Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines, as yet anyway. I pressed on and got the blog finished and sent off.

3Wed01gaWhile I was thinking, it must be about time for the Morrison orders to arrive; the door chime rang out its ‘I only want to be with you’ tune. It was the van driver delivering the fodder.

He handed them in through the door, I’d forgot to fetch the return carriers, but the chap was okay about it. Thanked him, and got the things into the kitchen.

Thank heavens I might be able to get out again, and not need so many delivered foods coming in, with there minimum orders.

3Wed01mNot that I can get out today. So much graphicalisationing needed to be done, catch-up wise. I must get round to doing them soon, or the day will be gone again!

The fridge and freezer are now even fuller than they both were last week!

It was drizzling a bit out there this morning. I took some shots with the Canon camera again. That is the one that when I got the shakes. Last week, I changed the picture to a sort of semi-landscape setting, but don’t know how I did it, to put it back again. Twit! Hey-Ho!

3Wed01iI got some mushrooms in the saucepan warming up. To have with some Uncle Benn’s BBQ flavoured rice, black bean sauce, tomatoes and some frankfurters. I intend to use some basil and onion salt in it too! Maybe even a dro of soya? I opted to use the soya in the mushrooms instead.

I then made a start on this blog and then had to go on CorelDraw for three days, to make up the graphics. (Well, it felt like four actually!)

The intercom rang, luckily I was in the hall at the time and saw the light come, else I would never have heard the weak tune played if I was in the other room! It was the repair-men, came to look at the crumbling balcony roof. They agreed that the window openings were dangerous, in fact, one lad trapped his finger on the press forward and pull back paddle opener, straight after I’d just warned him how dangerous they were! They also had difficulty in getting through to many flats, where the new intercom was 3Wed01Tnot working! Also, I was not the only tenant with a crumbling new balcony roof and cracks in the apartment’s inner walls. I think they were just coming to assess if the job was urgent or not. As they left, I got the camera to take a photo of the lads as they departed from the balcony. Bless ’em!

3Wed04Then back to the graphicalising. I can’t last much longer, though. The depression and fatigue are moving in now. Haha! 

No-good! I just had to stop working on CorelDraw and turned off the computer. I was so tired it was farcical. All mistake-ridden work and the fingertips have started to jump and jerk, and Reflux Roger had begun to give me some hassle.

I got the handwashing done and hung to dry on hangers above the kitchen sink.

Had a wee-wee, of the ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) variety. Then minutes later, I had to have another, this time it was of the LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling). The wee-wees were of changing styles, but up till now, far less often.

Then the rice nosh was sorted out. The franks were cut in half, chopped tomatoes, and black bean sauce added, and it looked eatable in the extreme. Some Milk Roll bread and two butterfly cakes added.

3Wed05Got it served up and took the medications while eating it. A rather morish taste.

A flavour rating of 8/10 was given. After dining on the rice and medications for half-an-hour or so, I went to get the pots washed up. Guilt-Mode meant I only ate half of the cakes. 

(Mind you, it was the cream and jam half, Hahaha!)

3Wed02The sky view turned all bright for a few minutes, and the sun (What’s that then? Hehe!) shone through. There seemed to be a double layer of clouds up there.

4Thu01The pins looked to be so much less knobbly and distorted? Especially the knees.  I wondered, are they like this due to the INR Warfarin level being so low? I checked later to see on the internet, with this being found:

Q) Can stress affect my INR level when taking Warfarin?

A) Simply put, yes. Science has shown that because of the effect stress can have on your body, Warfarin can stay in your system longer than normal, causing a spike in INR levels. If you are able to recognise when you are stressed, you can take steps to try to manage it. INR is too low, there is an increased risk of fatal bleeding.

WDOG03RSo, my being in the Red Zone, with the real risk of a Heart Attack, Blood Clots or another Stroke, is something else I have to thank The Nottingham City Homes-Repair team for? I must read up on how to come back and haunt someone, after I go the way of all flesh, bite the bullet, kick-the-bucket, croak-out, go belly up, flatline, perish, snuff-it, loop-the-loop, go the way of the dinosaurs, give up the ghost, conk out, cash in my chips, peg-out, or saunter from this Mortal-Coil. I shall return! – Contented-Vengeful-Menacing-Maniacal-Laughter-Mode engaged!

Now, how can I find out who is to blame for my being treated so shoddily? My very thought of the need, desire and passion for haunting and terrorising him or her, offers me more joy than my Nottingham City Homes directed misery and life has done lately.

I got settled down, and a landline call came in. It was from the deliciously desirous Phlobotomy nurse. She will be calling again for more blood in the morning. She even de WDPleft04her appointment for a little earlier for me, bless her cotton socks ♥. 08:00 > 10:00hrs.

Sleep did come early tonight, and blessedly welcome it was!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 15th October 2019: The day could have gone betterer. Humph!

2019 sOct 15

2019 sOct 15

Tuesday 15th October 2019

Hungarian: 2019. Október 15, Kedd

3Wed01e

WD 50.100.200. 04:50hrs: I woke up, and it was so late. I’d had a great, much-needed sleep of about five-hours. Immediately a touch of panicalisationing kicked in! So much rambled through the brain-box, I thought the bonce might burst-open. Hehe! The After-Stroke Physio session today, no time to get yesterday’s bog finished, as I had to catch the 07:25hrs number 40 bus, to get to town, do some urgent shopping (milk, seaweed, bread, and tomatoes). Hunt for bargains at the Poundland store, get to the physio session. I needed to try and clean things up a bit, from the boiler repair last night… Ah, yes! I must test it to make sure it is working as well! 

The mind, now presented with a definite plan, encouraged the extraction of my well-developed, crude, but flabby-bouncy body which the sickeningly handsome, same age as me, Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, recliner. The usual need for the Porcelain Throne arrived as I was freeing my lumbering body and aching limbs, so off to the wet room

2Tue03WD 50.100.200. I found that the shower floor drain was blocked again, as it was last night after the fitters had been dumping water down, in their effort to empty the hot water boiler of water. It was too early for me to turn on the shower to try and get rid of the water, cause the noise would have disturbed my neighbours, so I got down on my knees and tried with the not big enough to cover all of the holes, plunger. But, amazingly it seemed to work, and eventually, the water ebbed away down the drain.

WD 50.100.200a Getting back up off of the floor was not easy, but thanks to the grab rails, not as bad as it might have been without them. I must keep an eye on the clock, to avoid my pathetically persistent habit of missing the bus!

The legs looked somewhat thin this morning? Less vivid lumps, blood papsules, spider veins etc. as well! Then a reminder of the need for the Throne arrived, ann those few paces to the Porcelain, had never been taken quickly before! A good job too. Because Diahorrea Duncan was still lurking within my inner system. I surprised myself with the energy I had this morning.

WDPright04I was so pleased to find the hot water back on. Not as hot as it usually is, bit I expect it will take a while longer before it returns to it’s typically lovely and shavable with, temperature.

A fair bit of cleaning up needed to be done, but I only played at it, making it look not so bad, I didn’t have much time, with the Physio (and, I anticipate, some overspending on unneeded food) session to get to.

1Mon14aWD 50.100.200. Back to the front dump-room to get the togs ready for after the stand-up ablutions. Again, too early to use the shower, too noisy.

The rain was pouring outside. Off to the kitchen and got the kettle on, took the tablets, and added an extra Codeine 30g, cause Arthur Itis was beginning to give me a lot of stick, suddenly. Swine!

WD 50.100.200. I had to go back to the wet room, get the stand-up wash and shave done. The higher than the usual amount of dropsies, along with the EQ’s warning of things to come will be medical-wise disquieting, had me concerned a little. Just about everything, apart from the sock-glide, I managed to drop, many more than once. Yet, I felt alright, hunky-dory, in myself? The ablutions were tended to, and with no shaving cuts Smug-Mode-Engaged!

1Mon14I got well-wrapped up. Although the rain had almost stopped, it looked a tad threatening outside.

I allowed plenty of time for getting to the bus stop on Winchester Street. I took down with me, a bag of recycling stuff and some empty sauce jars for the green bin.

I had to call for another Porcelain Throne visit before leaving. A much easier session this one was, not so messy, and even left a less pungent aroma, as well! Just thought I’d mention it. Haha!

Checked everything was with me that was needed; Bus Pass for getting home with, The £2.20 in cash for the bus fare going. Hearing aids in. Cash card in my wallet. Camera and mobile phone too! Shopping list and I’d got the right glasses on.

2Tue04The precipitation was only light, as I hobbled along Chestnut Walk with the three-wheeled-walker, and to the bus-shelter, with four minutes to spare.

I took this snap, then and the bus arrived dead on time.

WDPrightWD 50.100.200. A sad beginning to the day’s trip. I merrily greeted the driver, for which I got a scowl in return, and dropped my £2.30 in the payment pot thing, asking for a ‘£2.20 please’. The scowl changed into a look of utter contempt, followed by a muttered and forced through his teeth – “It’s £2-30!” Picking through all my pockets in search of the extra 10p!I managed to find it from four pockets of the jacket and trousers. And it was all in one and two-pence pieces! I did feel a right shlimazel!

I got settled and snuggled myself on the corner on a side-saddle seat. For I knew what was coming now, as I had learned from the previous Tuesday morning trips on this 40 bus, the passengers it picks up along Wells and St Anns Well Road. The dozens of Robotic, attached to their mobiles schoolkids, would fill up the bus to capacity, and the ride will get uncomfortable, to say the least.

WDPleft05WD 50.100.200. And so it did! If any passenger had wanted to get off before the city centre they would not have been able to get through the mixture of plebian, well-heeled, foul-mouthed (the few that spoke), texting and phone calling, game playing, multitude, of comatose, stupefied, and in-another-world, reluctant to go to school ankle-snappers and  children. When they got off at the same stop as I did, on Upper Parlament Street, not one of them was talking to anyone else, as they clumsily banged into the trolley and my knees and on my feet, as they stampeded to the door! But at least I got through the journey without any serious injury this time. I’ll miss these life-threatening trips when the After-Stroke Physio Sessions end!

2Tue06WD 50.100.200. I walked along to the pedestrian crossing and over and into Victoria Centre (Mall). I hobbled through to the other end and went in the Tesco store in search of some liquid soap flakes, seaweed mild, pork knuckle, filtered milk, and flakey pastry fingers.

I got the handwash liquid and seaweed. They were out of the filtered milk, the pastry fingers, and, pork knuckle. At  the checkout, I put on a cheery, “Good morning, are you okay?” Oh, dearie me! I got in return a glare that said, ‘You talking me!’, almost threateningly! No spoken answer. Ah, well!

2Tue07Out into the drizzle again. Along Milton Street, and called in the Little Waitrose store, which proved a mistake, financially. Tsk! I only got three items, but tat their famously high prices, and their habit of having something different on sale, I couldn’t resist things. I ended up with a packet of six mini Maryland Cookies to use as nibbles for the After-Stroke clan treat but still needed more, in case a few extra patients turn up. I weakened again and bought some Kenyan podded peas. Paid at the self-service check-outs, but a kind assistant put them through for me. That was nice, seeing someone friendly and helpful, at last. I thanked the lady.

1Mon15WD 50.100.200. So I went to the Pound Stretcher shop a couple of shop units away. I had hoped that they would have some more of the Ventagliette biscuits, but they had sold out! I did get a little tin of cookies for the stroke nang, and some caramelised almonds and potato biscuits for myself. Paid-up and made my way up through Trinity Square on my way to the St Andrew’s with Castle Gate URC Church. I arrived a little early so had a walkabout taking some photographicalisations.

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WD 50.100.200. I got in the hall and put the nibbles in the box near the sink. Others quickly followed me into the hall, but we only had six in attendance. The session started after a little talk that I could not hear anything of. It was going well, very good, in fact, the first round of exercises was really enjoyable for me. Until we got to the bending the knees ones. I was just unable to do them, the pain from RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) was worse than it has ever been before. At times this seemed to bring the dizzies on? I felt a bit of a nuisance really, and think I either fell asleep on one of the sit-down jobs or may have passed-out… Things were confused when I did come back to reality. With a nurse above me, and telling me to sit down and not do the exercises. I did what I could, but wasn’t up to par. I refused to sit down, which annoyed a few. But sitting made Arthur Itis worse, the didn’t seem to grasp this.

We had a talk later, while the drinks and nibbles were shared out. From a Stroke Survivor. The speech was interesting and humorously read out by the chap Steven. His being unarticulate after the stroke, meant he stuttered and found it hard to get words out. Much of what he said, rang a bell. I thanked him afterwards. It was more a social thing than a learning curve. He loved doing the speech though, and good for him!

2Tue14The meeting broke up, again just in time to make me miss the next bus home! Haha! We said our farewells.

I walked along Goldsmith Street, and down Market Street through the slab square, to the Poundland Shop. Coming out with a now overloaded trolley bag and carrier bag. Having purchased a ready-made BLT sarnie, Cheeselets, nuts, and three packets of Orange chocolate Digestive biscuits. Not seen them for along time. (Yummy!)

I took a few photographs in town, before catching the L9 bus home.

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Amazingly, I didn’t fall asleep on the way back to the flats! But, that was due to Arthur Itis’s giving me some stick, more than anything. Boy, the RAI is in a right-mood today!

WD 50.100.200. I got off of the bus, and silently walked back to Woodthorpe Court, through Winwood Court, and only met one tenant en route. And he ignored my jolly. “How are you mate!” and gave me a curled-lip and look up-and-down in return.

2Tue18Worra a funny (Not comical-funny) day today!

I got in, had a wee-wee, and the towel I washed was still wet. So I put it on the handrail in the wet room.

Glad to report that the hot water was still coming out okay, although not as hot as it used to be.

2Tue19I was, as earlier, not in top condition, although the Dizzy Dennis spells had stopped.

All I could do was to make some fodder. The BLT sarnie, beetroots bullets, mushrooms and some potato biscuits for the first time. Very tasty, but a little too sweet, still I ate them all. Gannet!

I think I must have fallen asleep almost straight away! The plate was on the floor when I woke up about 22:00hrs. I got up and started to do this blog.

Inchcock Today – Monday 14th October 2019: Worra phrenetic Day!

2019 sOct 14

2Tue01

Monday 14th October 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 14eg Hydref 2019

1Mon01

02:45hrs: I bestirred and pondered awhile. Today is undoubtedly the day that the hot water boiler will be mended? But of course, whether the electrician comes afterwards to connect things and get it working again, or not, is worrying. The phlebotomy nurse is coming this morning. I think there is something else as well, but it escapes me at the moment. 

Ah, the rumbling innards summoning me to the Porcelain Throne! I was soon out of the Xyrophobia-suffering, flat-robbing, Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he soon found and stole, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety recliner.

Ah, a change in evacuation mode! Not so sloppy, still messy, and requiring more input and effort to export, this morning. Is Diahorrea Donald on the wane? Haha!

Washed in the sink bowl, where it is easier to get the hot water from the kettle and saucepans from the stove-top. Refilled the pot and got all the pans on a low heat ready for the ablutions later. Then I got the gear needed for a shave from the wet room and removed my stubble. No cuts today!

1Mon02I made a brew and took the morning medications. Got the Anoxaparin needle out, just in case the devastatingly attractive beautiful, cuddly, pretty, sex-oozing, Polish-born phlebotomy Nurse needs it to use later on me. And she could use anything her heart desires on me! I’m putty in her hands! If only I have fifty-five years younger… Hehehe!

1Mon03Onto the computer. I began updating the Sunday blog, first.

I’m afraid the finger-tips sensitivity is not so good again, and the job took far too long for my liking. I suppose I’ll have to think about giving up on trying to create graphics soon. It really is taking so long to do them. Nothing else is getting done! A sad thought, though!

Visited the WordPress Reader section.

Time to get the ablutions done, before the aesthetically appealing, beauteous, drop-dead gorgeous, kind, understanding, witty, and paradisaical Nurse arrives, to take my blood.

WD 0.0.255 Of course, this morning’s Nottingham City Homes promised 08:00hr start by the Nottingham City Homes maintenance chap on the boiler repairing is in some doubt. Especially as it is now 08:25hrs!

Outcome odds assessment, please:

  1. They will not turn-up nor communicate with me. (As they didn’t on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday last week. Odds forecast: Evens
  2. They will arrive too late to get the job done, and make yet another appointment that will not be kept either! Odds forecast: 8-1
  3. They will come and not have the spare part needed – and make yet another appointment that will not be held either! Odds forecast: 3-1
  4. They will arrive to do the boiler, then the electrician will not get here to get it started working. Odds forecast: 5-4
  5. They will arrive late, and work through until 22:00hrs, then leave the job half done -and make yet another appointment that will not be kept. Odds forecast: 7-1
  6. Nottingham City Homes management bouncers will arrive and throw me out for telling the truth. Odds forecast: 5-1
  7. The plumber will not come to do the boiler, but the electrician will turn up at 22:00hrs to turn it on. Odds forecast: 7-1
  8. They will not turn-up, and when Deana phones them, they will inform her that the spare-part needed will need ordering and make an appointment to come and do the job when the ETA arrives for the equipment, on approx. Friday, 21st December. Odds forecast: 10-1
  9. An Alien will reach earth, to buy my story, to sell it at home on Jupiter! Hahaha! Odds forecast: 200-1

Bearing in mind that the job will involve emptying the boiler (Approx: 2 hours). Then moving and fitting the spare part (Approx: 1 hour). Then refilling the pot (Approx: 2 hours). Then inform the Nottingham City Homes maintenance team that an electrician is needed to come and reset and start the electrics again, and leaving the mess made, either going home or his next job. When the electrician arrives, will be anyone’s guess, which day, which week! Hopefully, the boiler job will start in time to allow it to get finished. If so, having done in time enough for the sparkie to do his job for me. But, hopes are minimal!

1Mon04It would be lovely to have hot water on tap again. Maybe, perhaps, it is the realms of possibility, at least hypothetically, conceivably, perchance, mayhap, peradventure, that my boiler will get repaired today, and even electrified and working again?

I had a look down to see if I could identify any Nottingham City Homes maintenance vans out down there on Chestnut Walk. Buy, no! Hey-Ho! Oy Vey! 

1Mon0509:07hrs: I’ll have to call Deana in a bit. Don’t like bothering her really. To find out what the plans are for today, will they be arriving or not.

The rain had stopped, and I went to make a brew of tea, not that I can taste much lately. Habit, I suppose. Lovely distant view.

09:30hrs: The doorbell chimed out. I nearly got in a hopefull fame of mind – had the Nottingham City Homes plumber arrived, nine days after I lost the hot water, to mend the boiler? No, it was the wonderfully stimulating phlebotomy nurse. Lovely! She was in a rush today. Took the blood, had little laugh and gossip and off she had to go.

WDPright05aI rang Deana to ask her to investigate if the Maintenance lads were coming today or not. I was going to explain the farce of Friday. Her mobile went to answerphone, and I gave up. I must try again later, or maybe the plumber will arrive before I do.

The fingers didn’t seem so bad or fickle now, so I went on Facebook to catch-up on the TFZer site.

Tried ringing Deana again, unavailable leave message. So, I’ll try to get to the Wardens holding cells to tell them what is happening. Or rather, not happening, with the hot water.

As I was getting ready to go out, Sister Jane rang. I was reprimanded, (I’d forgot to charge my mobile) And I ought to act like a normal person, and help people to help me! Like staying awake from 08:00 > 22:00hrs for five days, just in case they came to help me, and I didn’t miss them? I thought I was helping them? Even if they didn’t arrive. Ah well! It must be my fault! Hehe!

Pete is going in for his check-up on Thursday. I rang back to see if he’d like me to go with him. Hopefully, the hot water farce will be finished by then. I called, but he felt it best if he went just with Jane. I understood perfectly, wished him all the best. Fingers crossed.

I made note and to leave stuck to the door, in case anyone from maintenance called while I was out trying to see an I.L.C. (Independent Living Coordinator, I think) Or someone about getting some details of what is taking place with the hot water status, 1Mon06regarding any repairs that may or may not be taking place, and when. I live in hope, as an ordinary person would.

I departed, sticking, well, cello-taping the note on the flat door as I left.

Down in the lift, and along the link passage into Winwood court. Noticing a Nottingham City Homes van, with the driving talking to another worker, who was on his i-pad thingy.

I tried to see if I could recognise his face, in the hopes that it might be the plumber, but I didn’t think it was. At least partial though it wasn’t him.

I hobbled down the passage with the three-wheeled walker, and was going well, and got up a decent pace going. Arthur Itis was much easier on the knees today.

1Mon08Not a soul in sight en route; it reminded me a bit of the Mary Celeste. Haha! As I got to the Warden’s Holding Cell and office, this red-lettered notice was on show. Ah, I thought, Deana must be on holiday or poorly!

That’s why I could not get through to Deana on the phone. Or, she might have been moved to another sight-complex as holiday cover for another ILC? I knocked on the door, and there was only the new ILC girl in there. Julie and Deana’s tables looked bare and worryingly unused. I explained the difficulties I was having with no hot water for nine days now. She said she’d call them and ring me back with any details she can find out for me.

I thanked her and returned to the flat again. If by any chance, they say they may be coming on Tuesday, I’ll have to cancel the After-Stroke Physio session for the day. N point in them coming today now, there will not be enough time to get the job done before they’re going home, finish time! Not that I will ever find out, cause the ILC didn’t ring me back!

1Mon07On the way back along the corridor, the Nottingham City Homes maintenance chappies were still talking on Chestnut Walk.

Where they plumbers? I don’t thin plumbers would be driving such types of van. But then again, what would I know about anything? Not a lot, is the answer! Huh!

1Mon09I made my way to Woodthorpe Court and up in the elevator back home to the flat. I thought I might try to find an email for the repairs team, so I could ask directly about what was going on with hot water repair. I did find this photo on their website, which made me think a bit.

Well, gone 13:00hrs now. So no point in them coming anyway. I’ll just have to carry on boiling water in the kettle and saucepans, I suppose. No Deana or Julie to ask for help. The new gal has not got back to me. I should be feeling all sorry for myself and pissed off, really. But I don’t.

I think I’ll make an up to date, including today, diary of events and put it on here. Then I can refer to it if needed.

Hot Water Heater Repair and lies Record

Saturday 5th October 2019:

Hot water not hot. I thought it might have tripped-out, but the water was slightly tepid. I decided to wait until Monday and ask Deana if she would inform Nottingham City Homes repairs for me.

Sunday 6th October 2019:

I tried using the shower for hot water, but, found it not hot enough for shaving with.

Monday 7th October 2019:

Asked Deana to call repairs for me. They told her they would be out this afternoon.

I stayed up until 22:00 hours, but no show. (3 hours sleep)

Tuesday 8th October 2019:

Asked Dean to call repairs for me. She called back, saying they would be out later.

I stayed up again until 22:00hrs, but no show. (4 hours sleep)

Wednesday 9th October 2019:

Asked Deana to call repairs for me. They told her they would be out sometime today.

I stayed up until 22:00 hours, but no show. (3 hours sleep)

Thursday 10th October 2019:

Asked Dean to call repairs for me. She called back, saying they would be out later.

Also, to pass on, that I can use the shower, so no emergency! No repairmen came out. Stayed awake until 22:00hrs. Three-hours sleep.

Friday 11th October 2019:

Asked Deana to call repairs for me. They told her they would be out sometime today.

After-Stroke Physio rang maintenance, and an electrician came out. Said a plumber was on his way after the boiler had been done, he will come out and reconnect it to full power, but it on boost and I’d have hot water almost straight away!

Then a plumber came around 1715hrs, saw the job, and said he wouldn’t have the time to do it, as his shift finishes in half-an-hour. But they assured us that they would be out Monday morning first thing, at 08:00hrs. (two hours sleep)

I scolded my leg and fingers while struggling to transport the boiling water from stove to basin for shaving purposes.

 Saturday 12th October 2019:

Using the shower to fill the sink, got the peripheral neuralgia shakes, and had a fall.

Sunday 13th October 2019:

Dropped a saucepan with the shakes, then burnt finger on the kettle while transporting hot water to the bowl for washing up.

Monday 14th October 2019:

No arrival, so at 09:30ish hours, I put a note on the door and went to get help from ICL. Only one on duty, not three as usual. New gal. She said she’d ring repairs and get back to me with results. She didn’t get back to me. Did handwashing of clothes, and I stayed in for the rest of the day, in case someone came out to look at the problem for me?

15:40hrs: Just started eating the meal, and two NCH’s plumbers arrived. And set-to getting the boiler emptied. Cat-Walk Model & NCH Patch Manager Angela Gould called, to see what was going on, she needed an update. She had contacted someone at Repairs, thus the sudden activity.

Bless her cotton Socks for caring!: Wet room, where the water from the tank was being drained, overflowing. The plumber said he’d put the hose through the bedroom window to get it out quicker.

Dinner threw way again. I fell asleep. Landline call from the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital, about the low INR level, concerned. New dosages, and another blood test on Thursday to be arranged.

Pole Dancer & NCH Patch Manager Angela Gould rang back for an update. The lads were refilling the tank. I fell asleep again and was woken by the plumber, but I was not entirely Compos Mentis. The chaps had finished the job, and I would have hot water within an hour or so. I thanked them.

But, I was too tired to do any cleaning up.

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1Mon09aWD 0.0.255 Shame about the nosh, it was a decentish looking one too!

18:15hrs: The repairmen, job done retired. I thanked them but was too tired to do any cleaning up.

Dinner threw way again. I fell asleep.

Landline call from the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital, about the low INR level, concerned. New dosages, and another blood test for Thursday to be arranged.

I must try to find the time to get to the Sherwood Health Centre and make an appointment for the feet to be done! Tsk!

1Mon15WD 0.0.255 I tried to get the shelve in the airing cupboard levelled off. Resulting in a couple of blood blisters, and a banged wrist, which left me with a yellow and a red coloured hand? Hehe!

I flopped down in the recliner. Shattered! I thought about the hot water heater getting done at last… but the satisfaction was limited, but the time, tremendous hassle, effort, and feeling ignored, in getting it done.

It may well be that some mistakes aplenty have been made in producing this blog. With feeling so tired out, and the After-Stroke Physio session on Tuesday going all wrong, painful and clamorous, I didn’t get this blog caught up with and finished until nearly midnight on Tuesday, and things may have come out a little mixed up; like I was! (But I hope not).

TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 13th October 2019: I was really in the doldrums, then Michael visited me – I perked up exponentially!

2019 sOct 12

2019 sOct 12

Sunday 13th October 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sul 13eg Hydref 2019

7Sun01

WD Indigo 01:35hrs: I woke up to hear the distracting sound of the humming, droning noise that seemed to be coming from outside, and it irked me! As soon as I moved, Back-Pain Brenda let me know she was there. (Oh, she is painful this morning!)

WD Indigo Within minutes, the Porcelain Throne demanded to be rushed to! I needed to avoid the double-embarrassments of last night with my not getting there in time, at all costs. The shame, mortification, and sheer humiliation, and it happened twice, made me red-faced at the thought of it occurring again! With all the haste I could summon, I was out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rickety recliner, had a Dizzy Dennis spell, lost my balance in the hurry, clouted my knee against the Ottoman, swore unvarnishedly, but silently ( I hope!), and continued on, determined not to get caught out again, to the wet room.

wdp02LeftWD Indigo Talk about just in time! The instant I got my rear-end over Porcelain Throne, the runny almost wet evacuation started and was all over in seconds, but the tummy was still rumbling. So I thought it prudent to grab the crossword book and pen and spend a little time sat there crosswording a while, just in case. However, the pungentness of the lingering after-odour forced me into a change of mind about sitting there. Hehe! Diahorrea Donald had undoubtedly taken over! I reckon it must be the after-effects of the Soul Food Vegetarian Chilli? I really must try to resist repurchasing it, no matter how great it tastes! But will I be able to?

Once again, thanks to Nottingham City Homes repair department’s failure and lies, I had the dangerous job of getting hot water from the kitchen stove to the wet room, to clean the bowl and antisepticise myself. I’m not looking forward to shaving and shower later, well, the shave anyway, it’s not an easy task fetching hot water when at any time the hand, fingers and arm may burst into uncontrollable shaking and jerking about. The leg, come think of it, hasn’t done any of its involuntary uncontrollable Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances lately. I do hope it doesn’t today, well anytime in the future again, really. But as Dr Raghamunia, no that’s not his name. I’ll look it up on his last sit-rep letter… got it, Senthil Kumar Rontala Raghunathan, said, there nothing we can do about this problem, and it will only get worse. But not necessarily *quickly. *(Quickly isn’t the word he used, I can’t recall precisely what it was, but it meant that I’m sure.

I eventually made myself a drink of tea. The taste-buds are not working this morning, the tea tasted ‘off’ to me. So I made another after recleaning the mug. Just the same, bitter, dry tasting?

6Sat06WD Indigo Took the morning medications, finding out when I grabbed the pill-pod-tray, that I had not taken last night’s doses! Oy Vey! What a farmisht alter cocker, I am! Unsure what to take, I gambled on just one Warfarin and one Atorvastatin from last nights doses. I also took an extra painkiller, as Backpain Brenda was still playing me up something wicked!

I got the updating done for Saturday’s blog and posted it off. Then went on the WordPress reader, and sent photos to Pinterest. Then had an updating session on the TFZer Facebook sight, no, site! Tsk!

WD Indigo Next came another demand from the innards for a Porcelain Visit. Getting out of hand this is! Diahorrea Duncan was in control! Same as last time, but not so urgent. Messy and needed hot water boiling and fetching from the kitchen stove to clean the porcelain properly. I was now in deep discomfort. Joining Backpain Brenda, was Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna. Arthur Itis continued to increase slowly in venomosity in both knees.

Not easy gerrin’ old, especially with Nottingham City homes maintena… Never mind!

WD Indigo I made a template for this blog, and it may be hard for you to believe, but I needed the Porcelain throne again! The same rigmarole. My aches and pains are even worse now. I’m going down in the contentment stakes at a high rate of knots! At least the wee-wees are not so frequent. (I knew if I tried, I’d find something to try and cheer myself up!) Humph!

I eventually, many hours after getting up, it’s now 09:00hrs, and I tried again to make a brew. But, sadly it tasted the same as the earlier mug of tea, terrible!

I’ve got Josie’s dinner to get ready yet. So, I’ll tackle the shave and showering first, then the fight with the Sock-Glide, finally treat the cuts, knocks and scalded areas (There are bound to be a few, thanks to Nottingham City Homes Maintenance sh… Oh. never mind!) I don’t believe it! The bloody Reflux Valve has kicked-off now, as I stood up! Gasping for breath, coughing! Shit, I’m fed-up again!

One hell of an in-agony old-chap of a whinger today! Harrumph!

Back in a bit, possibly with bandages on. Hehehe!

7Sun05I noticed as I stripped off the dressing gown, that once again, like most mornings, the pins (legs) looked like different ones than they did the day before. The knobblyness, lumps, blotches, and even the spider veins and blood papsules from the clopidogrel, all seemed calmer, less vivid and even fewer of them?

WD Indigo Another slightly messy evacuation had to be performed. Repeatedly fetching the hot water from the saucepans in the kitchen, and returning them to heat more water, caused only a few spillages, but no injuries. However, the dropsies were numerous. I can’t even remember the number of times I dopped either the soap or flannel in the showering! The toilet roll, toothbrush, razor (4), shaving foam can and deodorant spray also went on walkabouts from the electrified looking hands. The battle with the sock-glide was postpones, no need to put any socks on, with my not going anywhere (Sunday again!).

7Sun04WD Indigo Got dressed and made a brew, but it tasted off, somehow. Maybe the milk was off? Took a snap of outside.

I got on the computer and had a marathon session on blogging. But, it was slow going with the peripheral neuralgia fingers, etc., ensuring there was much correcting and amending having to be done! Grumph!

7Sun03I was getting frustrated, so I gave it a rest for a while.

Got the medications I’d left on the mobile-server stored away correctly.

I got a bit of sweeping and mopping up done in the kitchen, done. Painful!

Tried getting back doing the graphicalisationing of CorelDraw, but gave up, it was too tricky with the fingers how they are.

7Sun06I made up three black bags of general waste and filled the box the medications came in with recyclable material and off to waste chute in the lift lobby. With the empty jars for the green bin in the three-wheeler trolley-walker. The black bags tied around the trolley. And the carton for recycling balanced on the top of the 7Sun073-wheeler. Not easy, and I lost the box off of the handlebars a few times en route, Hehe!

Seeing the rain, meant I didn’t feel so bad about being stuck indoors. But then, my being so for five days waiting for the non-arrival of the promised-daily Nottingham City Homes maintenance help, plus the today with no buses, didn’t bother me at all. Lie02

I got sorting Josie’s meal. And delivered it on the dot at her door. The gal seemed in good spirits today and welcomed the nosh. 

I tried doing some graphics again but gave up. It was just too difficult with the fingers playing up. Now I’ll be all behind still with the graphics for the blogs, Grumph!

7Sun08I got my nosh made earlier than usual, as I felt the weariness and fatigue coming on early.

WD Indigo Got it served up, and what a disappointment it turned out to be! I did try to eat it, but the only thing on the plate that tasted right were the peas and the cheesy potatoes! The yellow Isle-of-Man tomatoes were unjuicy and so bland! The turkey meat, slimy! The beetroot rock-hard! Even the Asda bacon flavoured French fries, tasted like cardboard! I was trying to eat it, and at the same time, wondering why it was so tasteless? Eventually, I fell asleep with the only partly eaten meal balanced on my rotund wobbly-belly on the tray.

WD Indigo The landline phone rang and flashed at me, waking me up, and that is rare to actually hear it when I’m asleep. By the time I’d safely got the cold, sad, pathetic meal on the tray removed, the landline stopped!

WD Indigo I was nodding off again when the intercom rang. I fumbled hurriedly to the panel. All I could see on the screen was a close up of a coat, whoever it was, was let in by someone. For a moment in my part-slumber state, the heart rang with joy… Could this be Nottingham City Homes coming to do the hot water tank? Silly me! I realised it was a Sunday, so no chance. I dragged my wretched body from the recliner and off to the door!

GC capI was greatly cheered-up and revitalised when it turned out to be Michael, my old mate. We had one hell of a grand chinwag, he’s a busy bloke our Michael. He’s not been well himself lately. He’s still off on holiday soon to the Mediterranean, he doesn’t mess about, bless him. He spoke of his family gadabouts etc. and so much more. I could listen to him forever, what a character he is, a real pal! It was a smidge sad too, to him go, hope he was a great break in Spain, I think it was. I walked with him to the lift and sadly said my farewells.

Back in the flat, I happily threw away the uneaten meal. (Which Michaels visitation saved me from eating, cheers mate!) It was such a good feeling, getting rid of that fodder. But I’d still like to know whether or not, and if so, why my taste buds are dying? Haha! As for a Taste-Rating, well, perhaps 2/10. It was horrid!

Feeling perked a little with Michael’s visit, I decided to get the handwashing done. Only a towel and one shirt. I took extra care not to drop any boiling water, the kettle or any saucepans that I had to handle. And the session was accident-free! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I settled the uncommonly-tatty, Steptoe & Son-like recliner. Put on the TV and… Zzz!

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

2019 sOct 13

2019 sOct 13

Saturday 12th October 2019

Malagasy: Alahady 12 Oktobra 2019

6Sat01

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got the medications inside and checked them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yours, Lucky Inchcock. (Fib-detected!)

Inchcock – Mon 3 Dec 2018: Got a long hobble in, got soaking wet doing it! Nottingham Photos. Mega Whoopsiedangleplop late on.

ZZZZa18

1Mon07

Monday 3rd December 2018

Spanish: Lunes 3 de Diciembre de 2018

23:25hrs: My expergefactor was a series of vicious sneezes that burst forth the moment I came to semi-life. A moment or two of shuddering and shaking ensued, and then the overweight body calmed down and allowed the brain to engage (in its usual inimitable fashion). The grey-cells seemed determined to ponder over so many things at the same time, again. Luckily, an urgent call to the Porcelain throne arrived which needed an instant response. I ejected my body, with its astoundingly abnormal abdominal mountain of wobbly-flesh attached, from the £300 second-hand recliner, and off to the wet room.

W48.0.0 Oh dearie me! Talk about liquified. The evacuation consisted of one continuous squirting session for about two minutes. I crossed my fingers that yesterday’s three trips to the Porcelain Throne in an hour didn’t repeat itself. That was bad enough, but the cleaning up and medicating afterwards took me ages to do. Oy gevalt!

1Mon05aTo the kitchen to get the Health Checks done. I’d managed not to leave the oven on last night – Hehe! Tsk!

W48.0.0 Took the medications, then remembered to take some Dia-Limit capsules afterwards. And realised I had not taken last nights doses, so added two Warfarin tablets, as well.

I got on the computer and updated the readings for last week and today.

1Mon01aa

Ominous rumblings from the innards have started now. I hope I can get out for a hobble and this does not prevent me. I need a good walk, haven’t had one for days now. Not spoken with anyone face to face either. So some friendly nattering and gossips would go down well with me today.

I made a start updating the woebegone, wretched sour Sunday’s calamitous catalogue of disappointments, failings and frustrations. (I might have overdone that a tad?) A three-hour job, during which at least four SSWWs (Short-Sharp-Wee-wees) had to be tended too. Trouble at both ends so as to speak? Hehe!

1Mon06Made a deliberately small mug of tea.

I took this picture while waiting for the kettle to boil. I used it as the background for me Inchock’s Thought ode on this post.

Went on the WordPress Reader, and then the comments page. One 1Mon07afrom Tim in New Mexico, said: “Your dead weevils and panorama inspired a poemicalisation.

I made up a graphicalisation of the photographicalisation and added Tim’s ode, here it is.

Brilliant!

7Sun07a

Checking the E-mails, I came across the graphic made from Google Maps I think,  showing reported crime in my location.

I do not know what date this was made, but it looks like less than I imagined it would be.

I think many of the multiple spots are shops and or bus stops?

At least I haven’t had to use the Throne again… yet. A few more SSWWs, mind.

1Mon07b

1Mon21W48.0.0 When Mr Fries (Liberty-Global), allowed me the gift of connecting to YouTube, I watched a clip or two.

Tackled the ablutions. Which went really well, the medicationalisationing afterwards was a little testing.

Got ready and set off on my hobble.

This on the right is the map that I made later, of the new route taken on the hobble into town today.

W48.0.0 Taking it in the rainy weather, proved to be a mistake, as I got so wet, splashed my car drivers who I am sure did it on purpose. Not that I want to denigrate, or insult the ignorant, antisocial, pug-faced, arrogant, git that was driving. But, he should go forth and multiply! But I divagate, sorry!

I found a letter addressed to someone I did not recognise. I took it with me, to ask Warden Oberstgruppenführer Deana if she understood the name for me. Riechsführeress Warden Deana told me the mail was for Angela (Roy’s better half). I thanked her and put it at the bottom of the bags to keep it dry, saying I will drop it on their door on the way back.

Out of the lobby door and got the brolly up. Strolled to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical 1Mon07cMeeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where, things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus and Rumourmongering Clinic and, Portakabin.

I took this photo of Winchester Court, the extra care unit and Woodthorpe Court masked my the bare Chestnut Trees.

Called in the hut, the Generaloberstess Wardens were in, and Big John. Had a natter and handed out some nibbles. I started on my way up the hill to Mapperley Tops.

1Mon08W48.0.0 Would you believe it, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist, pushing his bike because the hill is too steep for him, only went and hit me with his handlebars as he pushed his bike passed me! Oy, oy, oy! He did say something without looking at me that I could not make out. I will take it that he apologised to me… but you never know!

1Mon09I plodded on.

Seeing the traffic queue at the junction ahead, I realised I may have a problem at the road junction, in getting across the road to go down the Wells Road on my journey.

The last hundred yards or so up the hill turned out to be easier for me than I thought it would 1Mon10be. 

W48.0.0 I had to walk along the road well beyond where I wanted to be at, to reach the only central island available, to safely get across the traffic to the other side.

However, I was taking all in my stride up to now. I suppose I was just happy to be out and 1Mon11about and my having had a little chinwag already?

Contented in the drizzle.

About a quarter mile down the Wells Road and the rain increased a little, I could see some puddles building up quickly. 

1Mon12The leaves had started to block the roadside drains, and the puddles were getting large now.

I had a bit of luck then. (Yes! it can happen, Hehe!) After taking this photo of standing water and leaves, as I walked away, a car came behind and drove through the mini-lake. I got out of the way just in time!

I called the Heron Food Store when I reached St Anns Well Road. Had a bit of a dry as I poddled around nosing. I came out with a hefty bag-load. Tsk! I’d got some large bags of bird food in it to start with, that I’d taken with me to feed Mallards with. But the rain put paid to my visiting them! I came out of the shop with, Orange juice, Lemon juice, honey roast beef slices, end bits of smoked gammon, a Steak pie, Crawfords Scottish Shorties biscuits and some pots of custard and Jelly dessert, to add to the weight of the 1Mon14bag.

Further along the road, that was longer than I had thought, hehe! I had another bit of good fortune, in just missing another soaking from the cars going through the standing rain.

Which incidentally had died down a bit now. So I rolled up the brolly and put it in the bag.

1Mon14aAs I passed Robin Hood Chase, I spotted these new to me berries on the bush through the fences. Beautiful and fresh looking fruit, they were.

Does anyone know what they are, please?

A few hundred yards further along the road, I had a memory prompting look, at a disused 1Mon15Wholesale business.

I worked at a Marsden Shop nearby in 1962. This building was the grand to us back then, Cavendish Cinema! 1/3d (6p) for a good seat to watch two films and have a good necking session if I was lucky! Hehehehe, ah the memories flooded my mind! I would cycle past six times a week on the delivery bike on my way to the bank from the shop.  That is 3 to take the takings and deposit it, and get bags of coins to give as change, then back to the shop. I believe I was at my happiest in life when I worked there, next to Cathcart Street. The shop changed to a Vernons Price Down (Same owners) later. I used to deliver boxes of food to customers on a Friday night and Saturday morning on the carrier-bike. I recall one customer, bless her, who showed me the way of… Never mind, I digress again! Haha!

1Mon16I got to near the end of St Anns Well Road, took a left up Curzon Street, then, a left turn into Curzon Place, where I took this picture. Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist again!

I called into the Aldi Store at the end of the Place. I treated myself to lime and mandarin flavoured layered yoghourt, farmhouse lemon yoghourts and two cream eclairs for Angela and Roy, and some cheesy cobs that felt soft and fresh. So, cheesy cob sarnies and chips for tonight methinks.

1Mon17I left and went to the Tesci in Victoria Centre (Mall) in vain hopes that they might have some Pork Knuckle back in stock. But no! Phwert!

Out into the drizzle again, but it was hardly getting me wet at all now, it was so light.

I hobbled, the feet were in bad condition now, my own fault though, down Milton Street, along Upper Parliament Street and down King Street

1Mon18The Snow Slide was still not open for business. I meant to ask people about why this is so, but of course, I’d forgotten all about it. Klutz! I don’t suppose I’ll get any better now, far too late in life, I think for that?

I made my way, limping more and more, up Queen Street to the bus stop.

1Mon19Caught the L9, and Penny and Shirley got on at the next stop.

Which tickled-me-pink, another chinwagging session with the girls on the way back home to the flats.

W48.0.0 As I dug out some nibbles for the gals, I found that the letter for Angela had got a little wet at the edges. Tsk!

1Mon20Back home, I had an SSWW and got the food put away.

I called up to Angela and Roys flat with the letter and cream cakes. But no one was in. I posted their letter that had come to my flat for them.

Back home again and on the computer to update this blog.

Two hours later, I nipped up the 13th and Angela’s flat with the cakes once again. Aha, Angela was in.

Once more back to the apartment, and carried on with this updating.

I got as far as here with it and went on Facebooking to add the pictures to the albums. Did the Health Checks.

1Mon22Got the nosh sorted out.

Flavour Rating: a massive 9.4/10, it went down well I can tell yers.

PArt way through this delightful nosh, the door chime rang out the selected tune, “I only wanna be with you” (Dusty Springfield) and a lovely neighbour had bought me a home cooked basin of Chilli! I was so appreciative of her kindness. She rushed off, and I thanked her as she did so. W48.0.0 I then realised I had no trousers on! Embarrassment Mode Engaged. No wonder the lady ran off after treating me so kindly. I spent the rest of the time hoping that she had not seen anything, oh dear, I am an idiot! Feeling so sick with myself, now!

I finished the fodder and took these photos of the evening sky.

1Mon23

Did the Health Checks.

Feeling rotten about my stupid Whoopsiedangleplop answering the door without the trousers on. I’m so sorry and self-hating now.