Inchcock Today – Friday 19th April 2019: Newell Stroke Ward to ‘The Oaks’ Residential Care Home

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Friday 19th April 2019

Newell Stroke Ward to ‘The Oaks’

Residential Care Home

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 19 Ebrill 2019

Monday: The lack of and sleep continued. Visits increased from the Social services people, Organopathy and Therapy speech and occupational lessons. A bad day Monday and Tuesday for me. Not a lot sank in that was told to me. So busy, so many visiting departments, hard to follow what was going on really.

The rash and spots seemed to be getting worse now. I think Jane and Pete visited, more three-way discussions

Three-wheeled trolley rented to me for use instead of a stick, from the Red Cross, to go with me to the Home where I will be taken to later.

Got bags sorted out early and in a row on the floor at the side of the bed for the ambulance to arrive.

Two ladies arrived from Arriva Ambulance Service, and it was all hustle as they grabbed the things and got me into a wheelchair in a hurry, and off to the Old Peoples Home.

The Oaks Residential Care Home. I was greeted as I was wheeled into the complex by a harried-looking chap who turned out to be the manager. Later, it became apparent why he bore the harangued look, bless him.

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Straight in and to a room upstairs, number 11, and the things the ambulance women had stuffed in the trolley were thrown on the floor for me to sort out. It turned out they had taken some stuff belonging to the chap on the next bed Paul, (Get-well card and towel) at the Stroke Ward and left much of my things behind. Humph! This is normal and to be expected with the Arriva crews, they told me when I mentioned it.

A carer put the ankle-guide on for me. Then took me down for lunch, baked potato and cheese. Tasty and plenty if it too! I declined the rice pudding with thanks. A large percentage of elderly and insecure folk. My arrival caused a little stir, and I was soon being questioned about my past. In the wing where I was, there were all ‘Code Red’ Residents? I soon found out why.

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Photo’s courtesy of Brother-in-Law Pete on a later visitation with Sister Jane. No aftershave yet? The first three Get-Well cards were from Sandie and Marie from the TFZers, Jenny and the Teddy Bear of course. The back card is poor old Paul with his Fruit Juice that was taken by the Arriva ambulance women.

I’d got endless homework from the Occupational and Speech Therapists to work on. At around 05:30hrs, I was summoned down for some more nosh, this time fish cakes sandwiches. Lady brought the medications to take for the afternoon. The night shift carer, noticed as she came in with night doses, that I was bleeding rather severely having cut my lip with the shaking right hand, and it didn’t seem to want to stop flowing. She called 111 and took their advice. I sat with a cotton swab in my gob for two hours, but it stopped. Of course, if I had some aftershave to apply, it would not have happened, Ahem!

I asked if someone might go to the shop to get some dispensable razors, but they were too busy.

The next door chap passing my open door (No locks) told me he had had some money stolen again, the second time this week! I took this with a pinch of salt for some reason.

Thus, I was stuck indoors for a fortnight again…

Inchcock Today – Sun 17 Mar 2019: A few habrobaniacal moments, today

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2019 Mar 17

Sunday 17th March 2019

Finnish: Sunnuntai 17. maaliskuuta 2019

00:00hrs. This mornings expergefactor’s were a dream I’d been having, and the assumed need to use the Porcelain Throne. Here’s how it went;

  1. I woke, still worried that I could not get the mobile phone, that was shaped like a battery charger to work. A young motorcyclist had come off of his bike, on a dark, lonely city side-street. I wanted to call for help because he had fallen down a lidless man-hole, bike and all! (in the nightmare) That’s all I can recall, but I think the frustration of the dream might have continued into my reality for a moment or two.
  2. WD0.128.128 As my uhtceare about the dream faded, a rather violent rumbling and grumbling from the innards, convinced me to escape the £300 second-hand recliner with all 7Sun01haste and get to the wet room. (Knocked my leg ulcer against the corner of the ottoman, in doing so, Humph!)
  3. WD0.128.128 I hurriedly settled on the seat, expecting instant movement; but all that came was wind and a foetid, unfit for human sniffing at pong! I’d left the old camera in the wet room, so I took a shot of the pins (legs) to see what sort of state they were in now. Back into the second-hand £300 recliner. Zzzz!
  4. 7Sun02WD0.128.128 00:40hrs, I stirred again, even more, convinced that the Throne was needed more than ever. I got out of the ci1968 rickety recliner with ease and shuffled to the wet room. The ‘aroma’ of the previous visit greeted me, and as once again the wind and scent escaped, but nothing of a solid nature was moved! Disappointed a tad, I cleaned up and went to make a mug of tea. Took another shot of the pins… mainly because I’d forgotten that I took one earlier. Tsk! Got my head down again.
  5. WD0.128.128 01:35hrs, I awakened again, with the exact same sensations regarding the urgency of the call to the Porcelain Throne. I escaped the clutches of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rusty, rickety recliner with little bot7Sun03her. No false alarm this time. The innards decided they would give me the longest and biggest evacuation in donkeys-years! Not a messy one, but the haemorrhoids were bleeding profusely with it. Tsk! The pins looked to have gained some red patches since the last picture I took. The retained fluid seems to have gone down well, mind. The darned knees were still as stiff and painful to bend as ever.

02:05hrs. I decided to give up on getting any more sleep and got the Health Checks sorted out.

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A lot of change in this morning’s results. Just like with the legs from one day to the next. Hehehe!

I was washing (well, drying) the new China mug, and it slipped out of my hands. But somehow I was quick enough to catch it before it hit the floor. Smug-Mode-Adopted! Then, I needed my first solo wee-wee of the day. It was a UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee. [As were all following ones]) Despite my taking a Furosemide yesterday as well. With the legs looking less swollen, I decided not to take any more of the loop diuretic tablets. Although of course, they are not only for fluid retention, they also treat the high blood pressure (hypertension), in conjunction with the Ramipril. (I just looked this up on Google!) So, I’m not sure if I made the right choice or not. Nothing new here!

7Sun07I made a start on this blog before I forgot all that had occurred. Then went on to updating the Saturday post. Got it finished and sent off.

Made another brew and tool this picture from the unwanted light & view blocking, impossible to get to, to clean new windows. Those partly hidden clouds were sending down some drizzle.

05:30hrs now, and still no more wee-wees? I put a couple of photographs on Pinterest, then went on the WordPress reader. Again, there was some interesting stuff on there.

I put some photos on the Facebook Albums and visited the TFZer site.

Guess what, Humph!

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Did the early Health Checks while I killed-time. while Mr Fries internet was down.

When it came back on, I made a ‘Thoughts’ graphic or two.

Got the chips on the oven, I’ll add the sausages later so they should both be cooked at the same time. 

1Mon01aGot the plate served up, got comfy in the £300 second-hand recliner and started to imbibe the meal.

The phone light flashed. Doesn’t surprise me, I’ll be on the throne, on top of the stepladder, eating, medicationalising,  or just about to go out of the door, when this happens.

T’was Sister Jane for a natter. Which I enjoyed as the dinner got colder and colder.

I put it down to Jane’s techno-wizard hubby, Pete. And his installing covert CCTV cameras all over the apartment last time he called, so they can pick the most inconvenient, bothersome, awkward times to ring me. A Cunning Planner, he is! Only joking, Hehehe! I think my telling them about my ‘Will’ might have been a mistake as well. Haha!

I got back down and finished the algid meal. But it didn’t matter much, the audio-chinwagging to someone was more important to me.

I realised how few wee-wees I’d had today.

I put down the tray, to watch ‘My Cat from Hell’. I didn’t get as far as the first commercial break before I’d drifted off… Zzzz!

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!

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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…

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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!

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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. 

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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!