Inchcock – Sunday 3rd February 2019: Early good luck, fortuitousness and lack of Whoopsiedangleplops/Accifauxpas made me very nervous! But I paid for this later. Humph!

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Sunday 3rd February 2019

Greek: Κυριακή 3 Φεβρουαρίου 2019

23:25hrs: I woke in a niggly-with-myself and almost everything, mood. Thoughts, ranging from the niminy-piminy, hypocritical, sanctimonious and Pecksniffian nit-picking, all self-demeaning in nature. A lot of confusing fears, and uncertainties mingled in with these tormenting self-deprecatory insights. But, the brain had its own way, and plagued me for a few more minutes, before settling back into its ‘normal’ mode of predestinarianism and defeated-stoic-placidness. Which I appreciated it doing, I know where I am with defeatism.

I alighted the £300 second-hand 1968 rickety recliner, with no problems whatsoever. Smug-Mode Adopted (I’ll pay for this later, I usually do!). Another little pleasure was seeing the ‘Grey-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bin’ was unused! The already activated Smug-Mode satisfaction-rating increased! Hehe!

Into the kitchen, with no hassle from Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna or the ankle. (Although I could sense that Duodenal Donald was building up to share his pain with m7Sun05e) Now I am getting close to freaking-out, all this good luck, suddenly!) I found no oven, tap (faucet) or lights had been left on either!

Even the view out through the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows that come with extra glass to be cleaned. That I cannot reach to scrape off the bird poo on the outside, appeared to be extra beautiful, to me, at any rate.

WD173.2.2 I got the medications out to take this morning’s – Boing! I found last nights dosage still in the pot! And here’s me feeling better than I have done in a long time, having missed taking yesterday evening’s medications? It doesn’t add up, does it? My Smug-Mode evaporated! I decided I’d just pick out the Warfarin, Omeprazole and one Trimethoprim, to take along with the morning ones. Klutz! Did the Health Checks.

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7Sun01All of this morning’s results were looking okay to me.

I was making a brew of tea in the new porcelain mug, and it slipped out of my hand! Believe it or not, it hit the floor, bounced back up and rolled onto the top rung of the stepladder, where I grabbed it – and it wasn’t even chipped or cracked! More good luck, I’m not used to this you know! 

I got some mushrooms sliced and into the slow-cooker with light Soy sauce in the water, to marinate them for cooking later. I wish I could remember why I did this, and what was my planned food to have along with them. Sad innit?

The regular and reliable early morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off to the wet room I poddled. The evacuation went well, not messy, no bleeding or any force needed at all. All this fortuitousness I’m having is making me extremely nervous!

I had a reasonable search for any signs of EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the wet room. I only found one obviously dead carcass. And what looked and felt when I picked it7Sun03 up as if it had been deceased for a long time.

Then I inspected the amazingly (apart from the left ankle, heels, and toes) painless pins (Legs). Well, another change today. Now, I have a left leg with a lot of fluid in it, and the right one was almost normal? Undoubtedly, there is a reason for this… but I’m blown if I know what it is! Tsk! I hope they make use of my misshaped ever-transmogrifying body when I kick the bucket. Even if just to give the medics and laboratory people a good laugh.

And, how will affect my wee-weeing? And what about the Furesomides, if I take half a tablet how do I know which half is for which leg? Hehehe!

The stomach had gone partly back to its floppy-flabbiness shape.

I made a brew and got onto the computer to finalise the Saturday blog. Then sent it off to WordPress. Next, I made a start on this blog. But…

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It caught me by surprise after about an hour or so struggling with writing this diary, the service came back to normal. Thank you, Herr Fries.

I made a pot of porridge for breakfast and had a drink of my home-made Scottish Spring Water with orange cordial with it. Oh, and some Scottish Shorties.

7Sun07aI opened the doors to the balcony, and in seconds they were steamed up.

I opened the end window, the frost and icicle stalagmite and stalactites melted over me, my jammies and slippers, and on to the wooden slats on the floor. Tsk!

Trust me to want to make a panoramic shot of outside!

I managed to take a half-decent one though. Then I went on the CorelDraw and added an anaemic faced photograph of me to it. Hehe!

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Went on TFZer Facebooking next, to catch up with yesterdays and this morning’s pictures on the albums. Some hilariously fun stuff on there today.

I went to check on the crock-pot mushrooms, then added some butter to the Morrison order for next Friday.

Went on the WordPress Reader next.

Got the chips and lamb burgers in the oven, and readied things to settle and enjoy the very early meal.

I was about to remove the cooked lamb and chips (Fries) from the oven, and the landline chirped into life.

It was Brother-in-law Pete. It was Janes and his Wedding Anniversary today! He could hardly believe it was 52 years since they hitched up! They emigrated to Australia years later. Then returned to the UK for a holiday and decided to stay. Gone from strength to strength ever since, bless em!

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 I mentioned to Pete that I was about to have my meal. I got his mocking laugh in return, with “Yea, you did the same to us last week when you rang! Hehehe!” Being a gadget freak, I reckon our Pete has planted one of his covert CCTV cameras in my flat, you know! Cause the amount of times he rings when I’m on the Throne, just going out of the door or sitting down to eat, is suspicious! Hahaha!  I often wondered why he goes nosing around, looking in rooms, drawers, and cupboards on the odd time they call to see me. I’d try and fit one in their mansion, but he has them CCTV things in every room of his dwelling, and I wouldn’t know how to set them up anyway. I’ll have to have a search to try and find Pete’s planted cameras. Hehe!

We had a good natter as the smell of burning permeated into the room from the kitchen. Nottingham Forest, their marriage and other topics were bandied about, which I enjoyed.

What an anniversary for them: 52-years together in marriage! I started to sing: ♫ And it don’t seem a day too long… ♫ I suggested that with Jane being a Cliff Richard fan, he plays Cliff’s “Congratulations” hit to her. After our farewells and best wishes, he rang off, and I made my way into the kitchen with fingers-crossed to check on the fodder in the oven!

7Sun38Well, all was fine, amazing. The meal was consumed with great relish and a sourdough baguette!

Did the Health Checks, the Sys and Dia were still a bit high.

I got settled with the intention of watching some TV, in the certain knowledge that it always send me off to sleep – But No! Not this time. As the rubbish from the telly came through the headphones, it was ignored! All I got was a stronger message from the barmy brain, pointing out my failings, errors, blunders and actions that I’d sooner forget – a constant stream of wrengths to be fretted and ashamed about! Many of my past miscellaneous misapprehensions, misperceptions, misjudgements, misestimations, misinterpretations, misunderstandings and mistakes that I could not help but reflect on and rue!

It felt like hours and hours that I tormented myself for no apparent reason, other than the brain wanted me to, and I was guilty of each incident, choice or decision anyway. I hope this never happens again. Tsk!

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

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Friday 1st February 2019

Corsican: Venerdì 1 di Frivaru 2019

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

I set about doing the Health Checks.

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5fri001No dramatic changes noted to the readings this morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A bad few hours. Tsk!

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

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

Ah, well! TTFN.

Inchcock – Sun 13 Jan 2019: I hate chinwagless weekends! Tsk!

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Sunday 13th January 2019

Italian: Domenica 13 Gennaio 2019

23:50hrs. Once more, I woke with an entirely altered and different outlook and health condition than of the previous morning. I found my physical fettle alrightish, but the mental side was a little fragile, seemed to be psychoactive. Fretful, angstful, restless, all of a dither. Actively searching for something to worry over, fear or give me concern? Luckily, once again the SSPWW (Short=Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) pulled me out of my clinomania and mind-warping terrors!

wd0.0.90 I exited the £300 second-hand rickety recliner within seconds and took the three paces to the emergency grey tub, and painfully relieved myself. It had to be a forbearing exercise this time. For things flowed and flowed… and flowed. Not as powerfully as of late, but for so much longer!

wd0.0.90 Just as things were coming to an end, Dizzy Dennis attacked. I was able to avoid dropping the tub thankfully. I got it back down on the floor. Then I needed to hold on to the door for a few seconds as the dizzies slowly eased. I understood that this problem may well be caused by the Furosemide side-effects.

More hassle next!

wd0.0.90 I realised that Litte Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding away as I’d wee-wee’d. Oy-Yoy-Yoy! What next!

wd0.0.90 Off to the wet room to try and medicated and clean things up. I had used the last of the 2.5% Hydrocortisone cream. Ululation-Mode-Adopted! I used the tube of 1%, but have little confidence in its effectiveness. I don’t mean to kvetch, folks, but may be forced into it if things don’t start getting better soon! Tut-tut! Another wee-wee was taken while in the wet room. From here on, they seem to have returned to the shorter but more frequent mode. As they did yesterday. Had a rinse and disinfected contact points, taps, WC, handles etc.

wd0.0.90 Guess what I found as I was leaving the wet room? A rather large and alive EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) I ha7sun01d hoped I’d seen the last of these! He kindly posed for me to take this photograph, then suddenly he/she was off down the shower grate like a flash! It appeared to have longer legs than the other earlier ones. This weevil indeed moved much faster than any I’ve seen before, and I have seen thousands of them in the flat over the last year? As someone said: Perhaps Nottingham City Homes could make money out of these. They must be full of protein, we could sell them to a laboratory, Far-Eastern fast-food outlet or somewhere? Hehehe!

Had another SSPWW as I went to check on the recliner area. (Thank heavens for that grey bin!) I could not see any signs of nocturnal nibbling, but I did note the tray with the dish cutlery on from last nights meal. So I removed it to the kitchen sink and got them washed up. Another Grey-Bin-Wee-wee!

Finally, I’d got around to getting the Health Checks done!

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Things looked a little lower in with the SYS & DIA, the pulse is up a bit, which is good I think. Got the medications taken, wondering what will happen with the wee-weeing now I’d imbibed the morning Furosemide. I soon found out. I put the kettle on, and by the time it had boiled, I had to make a dash for the Grey-Wee-Wee-Bin! On this single release, I thought the day would be gone before the flow stopped! I had a vision of them having troubles at my cremation as I leaked and put the fire out! Hahaha!

7sun03wd0.0.90 Amidst all the morning troubles, the mind going potty… finding the new breed of giant weevil, Dizzy Dennis’ attack, Inchies Lesion bleeding, the wee-weeing and having just clouted my knee against the cabinet in the kitchen,  I found myself humming ‘Silent Night’ to myself? Possibly a mix of old age, deliration, dementia, and mental derangement, I imagine.

7sun05I checked the condition of the legs. I discovered a tiny welt from the knee-banging, and much rescaping and reshaping of the surfaces had taken place since the last check. Definitely, a lot more misshaped knobblier appearance today.

The distribution of the retained fluid, not so much now, but it was still the top half of the legs with the higher content. The blue marks from yesterday, had vanished? Inevitably, blood and fluids flow downwards, don’t they? If I were an American, I’m sure some biology laboratory would have paid me to examine them. The moon’s surface comes to mind. Haha!

At last, I got around to updating the Saturday blog, finished it and got it sent off to WordPress. (With only about five Wee-wees needed, too!)

Made a start on this post, got up to here and felt a bit peckish. Went to make a pot of porridge, but I had none left. So I had a pot noodle. Watch a YouTube thingy while I ate it.

Worked on CorelDraw, to make some headers for the series. Started the nosh preparations.

Did the Health Checks and suddenly I didn’t feel too good. Duodenal Donald was giving signs of his intentions. Alack! I thought this might affect my appetite, but no! I gobbled up the meal, meat pie, tomatoes and cheesy mashed potatoes, followed by a limoncello. A rating of 9.55/10 for this effort!

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I was incapable of doing much now, and got down in the chair and just drifted off.

But things turned a little bothersome, as the dreams kept coming and coming… but any rest (Tut-Tut!) Did not! Oy Vey! – So early, this was the end of my day!

TTFN each.

Inchcock – Sat 12 Jan 2019: The highlight of the day being the few moments that I was Not Wee-weeing! Tsk!

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Saturday 12th January 2019

German: Samstag, 12. Januar 2019

00:30hrs. Another different awaking mood this morning. I was in a ‘Sod-it-I-Can’t-Win, so why bother!’ Mode. I lay there atop of the £300 second-hand recliner and spotted some bits of mushrooms and cheese on the carpet that I had missed when cleaning up from last nights disastrous falling asleep while eating. And I seem unperturbed by this?  Normally, I would have verbally ostracised myself for being so incapable.

I suspect that as I age, I think I am sensing sadness and weltschmerz at the way things are going on earth?

I got the idea and urged to do a funny ode about the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles), or rather the sudden lack of them. This thought had lodged firmly into my challenged brain.

I got free of the £300 second-hand 1970 built rickety recliner, with complaints only from the knees this morning. I was forced to grab for the disinfected bin for a wee-wee, a short-sharp-painfull one, not a long forceful hose-pipe type one. But I knew I was going to take the medications shortly, and this includes the Furesomide tablet. So things may change in the wee-wee department. (Boy was I to find out how right I was!)  I went to empty the tub, then returned it ready for any further use that may be needed, to near the computer.

I sensed great mansuetude in myself this morning. I felt ireless. Even a little apanthropinisational. But why?

Cleaned up the bits on the carpet missed last night, not an easy task with the knees playing up. Then off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

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6sat03All was looking good on the Health Check results.

Please take it as said, that the SSPWWs were taken many times throughout the morning and up to around midday when the frequency eased off a little. 

I got the computer on and started to compose the little ode to the Weevil Wars Ending.

As I was getting to the end of it, many hours later. The concentration had gone to pot on me. I reckon I spent over six hours on this post, from scratch and including the photographs of course. I also mad a header graphic up to use for this post alone, which took a great deal of time on its own.

I made a very late start on this diary.

The concentration was getting a little worse, so I took a break and got the nosh sorted out. The afternoon seemed to lighten up as I got the fodder from the crock-pot.

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6sat07Minced lamb, chestnut mushrooms and peas in lamb and mint flavoured gravy. A small wholemeal baguette, to soak up the gravy with. Mmm! And a limoncello dessert for afters.

After eating up all of the meal, I placed the tray on the chair next to the recliner and considered what my actions would be after I had washed up the pots and pans. Not a lot… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Sat 15 Dec 2018: Not one of my better days, but still!

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Saturday 15th December 2018

Finnish: Lauantai 15. Joulukuuta 2018

WD 131.25.50 I’m not sure when it was, but the landline-light flashed and woke me. I fought to get to answer it before it stopped. I wish I hadn’t bothered now. It was some git saying he was from Chucky-Chicken or something like that and had my food outside for me. After the electricians waking me last night after I’d got my head down and now this – I was not very pleasant to the chap, I didn’t swear or bang the phone down though! I told him I have not ordered any food, this often happened to me in the past, and could he remove this number from his phone, please. No answer, then he just repeated that he had my meal outside for me. I rang off, tired, weary, pissed-off and annoyed! The git rang back a couple of minutes later, I ignored the call. But I can’t turn off the phone, as it is linked to the wristlet panic alarm. Last time this happened, I did try turning off the phone. Got my head down again and got a call from the Monitoring Station on my mobile, telling me the line was dead and I must put and keep it on at all times. This was the continuation of bad luck and frustrations since the electricians woke me. My EQ told me there is more to come!

23:28hrs: Woke still feeling the same as last night, I’m afraid. Weary, fatigued and self-irritating! The usual physical ailments were all being so kind to me, that it worried me! Hehe! After a couple of minutes waiting for the brain activity to join the body, I clambered out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, got the slippers on, and manipulated the dressing gown around my more-than-ample, wobbly-fleshed excessively pot-bellied body.

To the wet room for an SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee). I noticed only one of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the place. Cleaned the dandies and out to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

WD 131.25.50 Setting up the sphygmomanometer, and a sudden demand for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised appeared. Back to the wet room. Tsk! The session was as good as they get, no bleeding or struggling whatsoever! Things physically seem to be doing well today? A Saturday as well, this is most uncommon.

Back to the fodder making room, to carry on with the hemadynamometer readings.

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6Sat03The results, apart from the weight, of course, are all down a bit. Well, a lot really.

I think this is a good thing, but how the brain is this morning, all vague and indistinguishable from babble at times, I’m not all that sure.

There is a definite reluctance on my brain’s willingness to engage full operational activities. More like a ‘keep your head down’ mode! An unwillingness, idleness of sorts. Like he’s had enough input and can cope with no more?

I got the computer on and checked the Emails. One from the doctor’s surgery. I knew this would happen, I think I said so in yesterdays Inchcock Today?

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I asked for one as early as possible (futile I know). But it was their fault the appointment was made late, and now I get it for 11:45hrs. This is terrible timing for me. When I start to fade every day around 13-14:00hrs has been told to them. But at least they said they are sorry this time. Not as sorrily as I’m going to be on Tuesday though. Swine! They couldn’t even get my name right! And, ‘Kind Regards?’ Is that taking the piss or mocking me or what? Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

I’ve not felt this low for ages – at least this time I know why. The accumulation of repeatedly being stopped and woke up from my sleep by telephone calls that are not for me, late calling workers, dizzies, falls and now being let down again by the Sherrington Park Medical Practise staff! I hate weekends at the best of times, but this one is already on its way to driving me to end of my tether!

Things have left me feeling cantankerous, curmudgeonly, hacked-off, fed up, disgruntled, self-loathing, woeful, joyless, unvalued and sorry for myself. Just thought I’d mention it!

I got the Friday Inchcock completed and posted it off.

Another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. All good again, mo bleeding or leaking.

Made a start on updating this post.

Went on TFZer Facebook page.

Feeling a bit worse for wear now, Dizzy Dennis had paid a call. Tsk!

6Sat23Got the nosh prepared, I wasn’t feeling hungry at the time, but thought it best to eat something, before I fell asleep.

I rang Sister Jane as I got the nosh prepared, no answer, but I expect they will be out and about actually doing something and busy. She rings back when she misses a call, which is nice of her.

I served up the mini-meal and got down in the recliner. I was trying to stay awake and was lacklustrely picking at the food when Sister Jane called back. I was glad to have a chinwag with Jane, although the line interference was bad, and he had to go when the bus she and Pete were waiting for arrived. I really can’t remember all that was said, nor be sure of facts I could recall of the conversation afterwards. Tsk!

I finished off the fodder and put the plate and tray down on the chair next to the recliner. Convinced I was about to drift off into the land of Nod and stay there for a long time. This did not prove to be the case, however.

A frustratingly disturbed night followed.

Ah, well! Half-way through the lonely mind-paralysing weekend, at least! Hehe!

TTFN.

Inchcock – Sun 9th Dec 2018: Woke in a right state, all ill and that, Tsk! Weevils Counter Attack up my leg repulsed, only temporarily though, I ‘m sure!

 

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Inchcock confused: “What’s going on here, then?”

 

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Sunday 9th December 2018

Urdu: Понеділок 9 грудня 2018 року

WD 51.0.0 04:10hrs: After a horrendous night of trying to get to sleep over the past ten hours and complete failure; thanks to countless wee-wees and Porcelain Throne visits! The wee-wees were all short, sharp painful affairs, and the many Throne sittings were sloppy and messy! Grumph! Any spots of sleep I did get were of a few minutes here and their, and dream, well, nightmare-filled. I felt absolutely drained exhausted and bleary-eyed. The innards were now rumbling and grumbling as well, Oy Gevalt!

Feeling proper poorly and sorry for myself now. Poor old thing! Hehehe!

7Sun01I checked the time on my new-to-me, second-hand watch that cost £2 from the charity shop, with its newer £10 strap attached. I have not got up so late in years. But the sudden utter weariness that came over me last night was the reason.

I wish I knew what caused these ailments to suddenly hit me with such ferociousness as they have?

WD 51.0.0 As I tried to compare yesterdays with this mornings count of the angiomas on the back of the left hand, another abrupt summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, out of the £300 second-hand rickety-rusty recliner, knocked the bottle of spring water off of the Ottoman, and to the wet room with all haste.

WD 51.0.0 Another liquified, messy evacuation. After which, I antisepticated the hands and contact points, and went to the kitchen and added a Dia-Limit capsule to the morning’s pots of medications, so as not to forget to later on.

WD 51.0.0 No sooner done, than I was on my back to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. This is not good! Another full-blown messy affair! I antisepticated the hands and contact points again.

Back in the kitchen and as the rain was beating against the unwanted new light and view-blocking windows, I made a brew and got the Health Checks sorted out.

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7Sun03The readings seemed close to yesterday morning’s results.

I took a big dolloping of the ineffective, weak antacid medicine. Thinking it might help calm down the innards a bit.

WD 51.0.0 Before I could take the medicines, another call to the Porcelain Throne arrived! Crickey!

Not such a voluminous evacuation this time, but still a messy one. I’m getting fed up with all this I antisepticating the hands and contact points, and am getting low of the disinfectant now. Ah, just remembered, I have a spray can of the Dettol in the cupboards, so no worries on that score.

Back to the kitchen and took the medications.

WD 51.0.0 Even I could not believe this, but I needed yet another SSWW! (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee). In the wet room, I spotted three of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) around on the floor, worryingly all live ones!

Shaking Shaun paid me a visit as I got onto the computer. Just what I needed!

Aug 14eWD 51.0.0 By the time I had finished off the Saturday blog and got it sent off; Three hours had gone by, five SSWW’s had been taken, and another Porcelain Throne visit attended! 

To make things worse, every time I entered the wet room, I found EIBWBBBs that were not there on the previous visit!

7Sun10The rain had stopped, and then I decided to take a photograph from the new unwanted letting-rain-in, more windows to clean than ever, light and view-blocking balcony.

Back to the computer… after a trip to the porcelain Throne again. And finding more of the EIBWBBBs. Oy Vey!

I spotted what might be a clue to the tactics being adopted by the EIBWBBBs. One Weevil was seen on the bookcase! I wonder if they had been reading one of my books, to learn about military tactics? They had the choice of the Stalingrad or Berlin books from Antony Beevor or Catastrophe a history of the first world war to choose from. Haha! 

7Sun11I took this photo from the kitchen window. The window that had four panes of glass to get to, and now the new one has six, two of them that are hard to get to clean, and the thick frames block the view and light as well.

Joking aside, this shot shows the progress being made on the bus turnaround and access to the New Build Extra Care and Obersturmführeress Warden’s new offices. A good idea to let the bus stop and access point be in front of their entrance. It will make access more manageable for the less-nimble tenants. I’m sure Woodthorpe and Winchester’s residents don’t mind walking that extra bit to catch the bus or try to visit someone from Nottingham City Homes for assistance or guidance.

The Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens used to be the wooden hut between the two original blocks of flats, then they were moved to make way for building the new Extra Care block (Which, Jenny advises me is to be called ‘Winwood Court,’ thanks Jenny) Then to the temporary plastic and wood hut they are in now. When they move into the newly built block, it will be nice for them.

Thinking of how the new block will turn out, I stopped everything and made a funny graphic of the projected view of how it will look. Here it is, I posted it as a blog on WordPress and put it on Facebook.

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I thought it came out somewhat humorously. I hope no one takes offence, it is just meant to be a laugh, giggle and bit of fun.

I visited the TFZ Facebook page.

With the lack of sleep last night, by noon, I was feeling all done-for. Got the Health Checks done, had an SSWW, washed and got the meal cooking.

The laundry needed doing, but it was too much for me to consider.

I just sat at the computer, no cleaning up done, and went on Facebooking and CorelDrawing. I got a decent TFZer graphicalisation done, though. Pattie ♥, in Canada with one of her pets!  Hehehe!

Beast

7Sun35aThe simple fayre I had prepared, was seasoned baked beans. Haricot beans, with added tomato juice, garlic tomato puree, origami… no, oregano, balsamic vinegar and light soy sauce. The seasonings were added in small quantities.

WD 51.0.0 The Fulton Foods Gammon slice is worth mentioning, and I can offer advice for anyone wishing to try some for themselves.

  • Be warned, it would be better if you had saved your money and cut up some old shoe soles, sprayed them with oregano and 20/30 motor oil, cook them in the oven for a few days, sprinkle with vinegar. They will taste just the same.
  • You will break a tooth taking the first bite and throw the meat away.
  • If you had done the beans the way I did, they will be tasty enough, and with a few slices of brown bread thins, can form your meal for the night!

WD 51.0.0 As an extra tip: It is best if you do not forget about the expensive luxury lemon curd yoghourt, only to find it the folds of your stomach fat hours later, when you wake up from nodding off. You will try it, only to find it had gone-off, and the horribly-bitter barf-inducing taste will remain on your palette and tongue, possibly, for several days! Tsk!

7Sun38A few SSWWs later, I took this picture having consumed all of the meal (Bar the meat of course!)

The rain had stopped for a bit at last. Not that it bothered me at all; snuggled, isolated inside flat 72 on the twelfth floor, shivering, shaking, head aching and confused, a Weevil crawling up my leg, but getting some concentration back at last.

Did the Health Checks and medication taking, then off again to the Porcelain Throne (its been like a second home today with all the SSWWs and Throne visits, Hehe!). This evacuation was once more of different qualities, in so much as the messy liquidy splurting sessions had returned.

I recall climbing into the £300 rusty second-hand recliner, but not much after that. I assume I drifted off, into much-needed sleep straight away?

Inchcock – Sat 8th Dec 2018: Lonely, but a fair day, cherry angiomas appeared on hand, chronically lousy night… Hey-Ho!

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Lucky Willmott-Dixon lads. Hehe!

6Sat06

Saturday 8th December 2018

Telugu: శనివారం 8 డిసెంబర్ 2018

00:25hrs: I awoke abruptly, to find the grey-cells were battling with emotions, fear, worries, etc., all at the same time. Some thoughts were critical, others of absolute nihility. I tried to gain some control over the mishmash of twisted, illogical input to the brain, without much success,

Not that this mattered much after I glanced at my second-hand bought from the charity shop £2 watch, now attached to its new £10 strap, to check the time. Klutz!

6Sat02WD255.0.255 The back of my left hand,  had nocturnally developed many tiny blood spots?

Many ideas and silly thoughts flowed into my mind, as I pondered on what might have caused this. Had the cunning Weevils increased the strength of their jaws, and we now capable of penetrating the skin? Later, I looked them up on the web, and found:

  • They might be called Red moles, or cherry angiomas.
  • Red moles, or cherry angiomas, are common skin growths that can develop on most areas of your body. They’re also known as senile angiomas or Campbell de Morgan spots. They’re often found on people aged 70 and older, sometimes younger. The collection of small blood vessels inside a cherry angioma give them a reddish appearance.
  • However, it may be a sign of abnormal growth of blood vessels into a skin cancer. Red is a colour of concern within a mole, as it is not usually found in normal moles. There are of course red spots such as “haemangioma”, which are not moles but benign cancerous growth of blood vessels.
  • Cherry hemangioma. Cherry angiomas, also known as Campbell De Morgan spots or senile angiomas, are cherry red papules on the skin.
  • Warfarin users should have no concerns, as long as the papules do no start to itch. If itching or irritation does begin, consult your Cardiac Medical Practitioner immediately.

I have no itching, so nothing to fret about after all. I think? Hehe!

WD255.0.255 Off to the Porcelain Throne. I’m reluctant to go into too much detail about this evacuation. But feel I must this time, to link things to some rationalisation of why it was like it was. Does that make sense? However, the funny side being that rock-hard mini-rugby ball shaped things painfully parted presence with the pancreas, to the Porcelain. Nice to be able to report there was no bleeding, though. I perused a full chapter of the Clarkson Unofficial Biography book for the proceedings were completed.

I considered that perhaps the Soya lumps I ate last night in my homemade stew or whatever it is called that I brewed up, may have an effect on my Porcelain Throne evacuation?

6Sat04WD255.0.255 I cleaned up and found just one dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) in the wet room.

Having been often fooled often before by the perspicacious, fiendish Weevils, into thinking they were losing the battle, I still used up some more Bug Killer Spray.

Into the spare room for a Weevil reconnoitring 6Sat03patrol. 

I found about six EIBWBBBs in the spare room! Gathered around the hole in the sealant that they left me when they put in the new windows.

This increased EIBWBBBs liveliness and movement in the spare room resulted in my using up a full can of the Sanmex bug killer in one go. The usual coughing session followed.

6Sat05

Rinsed up and got the Health Checks done. Took the medications, the made a brew of Yorkshire Tea.

A second summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Back to the wet room. One more EIBWBBB spotted as I settled on the Porcelain. Amazingly, the evacuation was back to the sloppy but full-bodied variety! The nugget shaped things had gone? I was a little doubtful as to why the sudden change?

At last, I got around to updating the Friday Diary, and…

6Sat09

It was hard work for hours, getting the blog finished off. I had to redo a lot of stuff thanks to Virgin Media not allowing me to save work I’d just done. Perseverance won the day finally, and the internet became a little faster… No, that’s not right, I meant a little less slow. Fehl!

6Sat07I got the mushrooms in the pan with some balsamic vinegar, light soy sauce, and distilled vinegar.

Went on Facebooking, adding photos and on the TFZer site.

Then on WordPress Reader.

I did some CorelDraw prep work and the 6Sat08weariness dawned?

So I did the Health Checks and took this photo of the view from the kitchen window.

Took the medications and had a look to see if anything worth watching was on the gogglebox.

Got the fodder prepped and served up.

6Sat23As I eating this meal, I felt the weariness getting worse. I didn’t even eat it all up, and there was not a lot to consume.

I managed to get the last Health Checks done and wash the pots. By which time, I was feeling shattered, zonked, and ready to drop.

Got down in the £300 second-hand recliner and things got worse for me.

For six hours, all I did was shake, shiver and kept waking up every ten-minutes… well it felt like that. Then the SSWWs started, and over the following four hours or so, I lost count of the trips to the Porcelain, for both activities. The rear end evacuations were back to the messy liquid stomach unsettling kind. After the last visit to the Throne, I got back down again to tried desperately to get some sleep. Humph! Not Good!

Inchcock – Sun 25 Nov 2018: An odd dream. Deceitful, cunning Weevils attack. Didn’t see or speak to a living soul (Apart from some weevils) Hehe!

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Sunday 25th November 2018

Maori: Rātapu 25 o Whiringa-ā-Rangi 2018

ZZZZa24ed00:05hrs: I woke, I think in the middle of a dream. (This is odd for me remembering them so well) I was in a skyscraper office of some sort, and people were floating up outside to the window, where I was supposed to be serving them with drinks? A plane was coming towards the building, and I remember seeing it and taking a swig from a bottle, then realising I was drinking orange juice… I called out “Cut”, “I should be drinking alcohol here…” Someone hit me on the head with a clapper-board and told me I was sacked! I shouted to everyone that I was going to throw myself out of the window. The people outside helped me through the window and clapped as I flailed about on my descent to the pavement waiting below, I landed on an old-style American Yellow Cab. Very weird? I made up this graphic from memory as best I could later to go on here.

I had to go to the wet room, for an SSWW (Short, sharp wee-wee).

7Sun01As I fumbled about getting my voluminous, onerous hog-like belly and torso free of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, and got my footwear on, I realised that the left little toes corn was now worked its way through the new slippers! I can’t understand it, it’s not as if they were cheap from the Poundland Shop, I bought these from the Shoe Zone, paying £4.99 for them, too! And the label said they were Grade A Quality, made in Taiwan. And they are only a few months old. Hehehe! Oh, the wit is flowing now, I do feel a lot better moodwise this morning, I have to say.

Off to the small room and by then I needed to use the Porcelain Throne as well. Another long session and painful with just a tad of haemorrhaging. But, still more comfortable than two days ago. So, no complaints from yours truly.

6Sat07Washed up the dandies, and off on patrol. A right assortment of bugs was collected on my Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles (EIBWBBBs) reconnoitring seek and destroy mission.

As I suspected yesterday, the Weevils seem to have joined forces with some other bugs and counter-attacked overnight. The calculating double-dealing, perfidious, unscrupulous, scheming, deceitful, cunning little beasts! No, I’m not talking about politicians this time, Hahaha!

7Sun02

7Sun03I tended to the Health Checks and took the medications. The bug killer in the picture on the right is not part of my drugs. Hehe!

This A.M. the readings had receded a little again. Up, down, up, up, up, down… Tsk! 

Off for another SSWW.

7Sun07aGot on the computer on the 1959 model of the 1963 Hopewells G-Plan cabinet in which the doors no longer open, the drawers stick sometimes, the shelves are rotting, and the polish is rapidly dulling and scratched. Donations appreciated! Hehehe!

On the keyboard with the letters worn off the buttons, and is infested with Weevils, to get the Sad, Saturday post updated and sent off to WordPress. Took me ages to get it finished, mainly due to the visits of Shaking Shaun. Not seen him for a while, I’d hoped he might have moved on, but, no. Humph!

Went on the WP reader section and answered a WP comment.

I then made up an Asda Walmart order for Tuesday. Best day I thought, with me not having an INR Warfarin blood test this week.

Went to make another mug of tea7Sun11. I noticed how bad the floor had gotten with all the Rentokill, Raid and Sanmex bug killer spray that had been used. So, I got down on my knees with a cloth and kitchen towels with the Poundland shop bought Dettol hard-surface cleaner spray and had a good clean up. Dried it off with the towels.

WD54.39.1 This proved to be a trying and painful job for me. Well, I say that; the cleaning was not too stressful at all… It was the trying to get back up on my feet afterwards, that was to prove the most arduous, fatiguing, almost gruelling part of the task. So, my being a good boy and cleaning up, cost more hassle from Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Reflux Roger, who all joined in the attack on me with Shaking Shaun. Still, yer don’t like complaining does yer. Haha!

Got the mushroom in the saucepan in water and balsamic vinegar. Made a mug of tea to replace the one that went cold, and had another SSWW. Then made a start on this blog. During which, Shaking Shaun had had enough of punishing me and eased off, bless him.

I tried again to get on with the personal dictionary correcting. More hours of the day consumed!

Blurred Vision Vladimir kicked-off. My own fault maybe, spending too long at the computer screen?

Got the potatoes in the oven.

SSWW and the Health Checks completed.

7Sun38Nosh prepared. 

8.8/10 Flavour Rating

Washed the pots and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some TV, sure that this, as usual, would send me off into the land of Nod.

Oh, no, not this night it didn’t. Over the next five hours, I must have had thirty or more little few-minute drop-offs, the longest lasting for ten minutes or so. But proper sleep? Humph!

Inchcock – Sat 24 Nov 2018: I hate weekends. Didn’t see a soul. Got tied up with my Excel dictionary correcting for about six hours or more, Tsk! A late attack from the Weevils. The day was soon over. Humph!

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Saturday 24th November 2018

Maltese: Is-Sibt 24 ta ‘Novembru 2018

00:30: This may sound odd, well, it will, it sounds strange to me, and I did it… I’m losing the plot here, sorry, I’ll start again. I woke around 0100hrs, aware that I’d been having dreams, Sister Jane and I were still nipperoonies, and I sensed we were singing (possibly drunkenly?) and laughing? Odd enough in itself! But, I nodded off again and had a dream about the same situation, I recall we were at a table near a settee this time. Woke, and drifted off again. Dreamt of the same incident, if that’s the right word. A kitchen came into the dream then. There you are, I told you it was odd, three different dreams (I think) about our Jane and me? Not unless it was one dream and I thought that… Oh, never mind, I’m doing my own head in now, trying to comprehend something from of it. Sorry.

Around 01:00hrs I sprang awake again, but time to consider if I’d been having any more nocturnal thoughts, for the need for a Porcelain Throne visit. I had to haul my cumbersome, gargantuan stomach mass dominated body from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and off to the wet-room.

WD 0.100.255 Tripping over the slippers en route and clouting my elbow against the edge of the door. (I believe I might have uttered a silent ‘Fancy that’ to myself) Tsk! I got settled on the Throne, and I’m glad to report that things moved a little easier than yesterday. Also, I could only find ten or so EIBWBBBs (Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles), all tiny ones and dead. But I did not allow myself to feel upbeat or over-confident. These little mites have fooled me in the past… often!

6Sat04

6Sat03I tended to the Health Checks and took the medications.

The readings seemed to be creeping back up over the last few sphygmomanometer sessions.

WD 0.100.255 I made a mug of small China mug brew of English Breakfast tea. I can offer some advice for anyone else making one. If you wish to use a Wilko pad to put it on, do not spill any on the aforementioned pad. It sticks, and when you try to free it, you might splash it on your oversized stomach, and this will make you jump. Klutz!

Made another brew of tea and dunked a few, well, six, well, ten or so or thereabouts Scottish Shortie biscuits.

I put the potatoes in the crock-pot.

Got the computer on with the intention of updating and finishing off yesterday’s post. However, I got myself distracted by working on sorting out the errors I found I’d made on the personal Excel dictionary. Three hours later, I gave up making the so-called improvements. Eizel! And got with the Friday Inchcock Today. Another two hours later, I got this completed and posted off. The day had gone!

Went on TFZer Facebooking, then onto the WordPress Reader Section.

WD 0.100.255 Checked the potatoes, they were done already, and I had not yet got the lamb in the oven. Humph,  Schlub!

At last, I made a start on today’s blog.

Had a look on YouTube while the lamb was cooking. Checked it after 20 minutes, nowhere near done yet. So I gave it another 20 minutes on the timer and returned to YouTubing.

Did the Health Checks.

6Sat06Got nosh served up.

Most of the mini-potatoes had split open, but that allowed the balsamic vinegar to permeate into the flesh and made them even tastier!

The bank manager worryingly priced leg of lamb steak was not as good as I thought it would be, but all the other ingredients were excellent! I ate it slowly, doing my best to masticate it thoroughly, bearing in mind my lack of teeth, that the dentist refuses to pull so I can get false ones made. Purely for financial reasons, I think. He likes drilling and filling, cause he gets more money for these. I can still feel the pain, see his twisted smile, and smell his garlic breath as he rams home the drill. Got carried away there… back to the nosh. I gave this effort an 8.2/10 Flavour Rating. It would have been more if the lamb had been up to expectations. So much for the Asda Walmart range of so-called Extra-Special Foods!

It was late for me now, and the weariness and fatigue dawned.

I got the pots in the bowl to soak. Then to the wet room for an unbelievably extended LLWW (Long Lasting Wee-Wee). It felt so unnatural as if I was passing Niagra Falls! Oh, dearie me!

The last Health Checks were done, and medicationalisation pills and medicines were taken.

6Sat05Nipped to the wet room, for another LLWW, Tsk!

WD 0.100.255 Damn it, the dang EIBWBBBs were scattered around the wet room floor. All dead, mind, but bigger than those of late. I fear they might by massing for another counter-attack, perhaps? Hello, one of them must have been playing possum, he or she has just darted off… the scallywag! I sprayed the bug killer in all the rooms again. Not a big job, there’s only four, counting the wet room.

Washed and changed and got down in the £300 rickety second-hand recliner.

WD 0.100.255 Checked the TV schedule, to find that there were several episodes of the Paddington Station being shown. Oh, good, I thought. I watched the start until the first set of advertisements came on, then fell asleep. I woke as the very ending of the third programme and the credits was coming on the screen! Shlimazel or what?

I soon nodded of into the land of Nod again… Ah-well!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 7th July 2018: Another not seeing a soul day: but that, is good, in case the blotches are contagious. Like England at winning matches!

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Saturday 7th July 2018

Kannada: ಶನಿವಾರ 7 ಜುಲೈ 2018

0425hrs: Woke up in yet again, a different mood, health, and temperament. Gone was the alienated, abandoned feelings, to be replaced with an acceptance of my deficiencies in coping with life, and apathetic, lustreless approach to doing anything about it.

I sensed that Arthur Itis was going to be a problem today. No complaints mind, he’s been very kind recently.

As I wistfully started to get my body out of the £300 second-hand recliner and as the mind began to wander one if its pointless finding fault sessions – it returned to concentration-mode as I sensed the sudden and urgent need to get to the Porcelain Throne as expeditiously as possible.

By gum, that was lucky, just made it in time! Messy, Trotsky Terence affected again!

5Fri38Cleaned up, and off to the kitchen.

No taps, cooker or lights left on this time.

There was no air coming in from the beautiful light blocking, sealed up new windows, of course.

Sweaty, the blurred view and lack of light getting in really cheers us up.

5Fri35The thermometer of the dirt covered filthy ledge read 98°f – 38°c.

I love the way they put the plastic up, and trap the dirt already in there.

I’ve now got a collection of plasters dust, beetles, flies, condensation with a splattering of down-heartedness lingering. Hehe!

I was getting the Health Checks things gathered for use, with great longanimity I thought. And had to nip off for a wee-wee; back to the short, sharp painful ones again today.

6Sat06Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding, so will need attention shortly.

WDP02C Coming out, I checked the letterbox and found mail from Nottingham City Homes/Willmott-Dixon in the flap. It waffles on to explain things, telling us they have decided to give us the restrictor keys. Of course, there were no keys to be found anywhere! Huh!

They make the place look scruffy, obstruct movement, are fiddly and what chances of us losing the awkward keys? Haha!
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Never a dull moment, no rest, no respite from the bombardment of self-covering information about the changes from Willmott-Dixon and Nottingham City Homes for us coffin-seekers.

Still, it helps keep our minds active and bodies too. I suppose!

6Sat04I gave the blotches an examination.

They seemed to be on the decline, less painful, but itchier. (I say, slightly showing my lack of common sense, memory capabilities and judgement, Haha!)

At last, I got with the Health Checks. The pulse was a little high this morning, all else looked good.

6Sat03

Feeling a little perkier now I’ve got something done. I decided to get the peas podded and into the saucepan for cooking later on, and potatoes in the crock-pot.

6Sat05WDP02C Thus, showing my utter scaevity! I ask you; How just? How does one get a paper cut type wound from shelling fresh garden peas! No knives involved, no metal?

Ah, well, at least the peas I nibbled while doing them were tasty. Hehe!

I got started on this blog as far as here, then went on to updating yesterday’s post. Hello, Duodenal Donald is stinging now, or is it Anne Gyna? Tsk!

Herbert above is giving it some wallop this morning again. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling off from the Nottingham City Homes for complaining about the noise from the exonerated: manumitted, absolved, cleared, vindicated, exculpated, pardoned, forgiven, let-off, protected, acquited, discharged, guiltless superior loud gentleman. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. I don’t want to lose my home. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations with Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representatives or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.

Eventually, I got Friday’s updated and posted.

6Sat24Close to the match time now, so I’ll get the nosh made up.

I ate the tasty meal while watching the game on the TV.

The memory of the fodder faded as the match progressed.

What a performance from England.

6Sat23

For once, we had a lot of luck and a goalie on brilliant match-saving form!

6Sat07Message for teams left in the World Cup:
France: Please don’t let them win!
Belgium: Please let them beat France
Croatia: Please let them play badly
England: I beg for a win!

Haha! I can hope and pray!

6Sat25I noticed some more of the nobbly bruises coming up on the legs again. Humph!

As for getting to sleep, it was almost an impossibility.

That England winning, and in such style too, was being replayed over and again in my brain.

Well gone midnight before I nodded off. Tsk!