Incubi Inchcy – Friday 22nd Jan 2021, Diary

TFZers, Model & Photographer – Social-Distancing

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Friday 22nd January 2021

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 22ain Ionawr 2021

00:15hrs: I woke after a wonderful six-hour plus kip! ☑The headache from yesterdays clout on my head was much easier, although lingering a tad. I couldn’t even feel the lump, and it was not tender to touch. Amazing!

The customary wee-wee demand came along, and I carefully rose from the recliner, caught my balance, and passed a weak, but painful wee-wee in the overnight plastic bucket.

I took the bucket to the wetroom for emptying, cleaning and disinfecting. Doing this, the Porcelain Throne had to be utilised. So, I did;  And to say that I didn’t have a meal last night, I just can’t understand how such an elephantine dollop of the evacuated product came from my innards! So great was the volume, I needed to hand-refill the tank a few times to get it to clear the system. However, it was not gooey or messy at all. ☑ I washed and off to the kitchenette.

The moon was out and seeable for the first time in ages, and I got the Canon (no other camera left now, the other two have given up the ghost, Sob!) to take photos of the aforementioned planet. Possibly my worst three photos ever!  As I took the first one, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked off just as I was clicking! Tsk! Thus, I have an elongated moon shot, Hehehe!

It’s a shame about the Canon not taking evening, or any dark shots very well.

I made a brew of Glengettie and went to get the Health Checks done.

The BP machine showed another decent (for me) SYS reading of 159, DIA at 76, and Pulse as 81. Very similar to yesterday methinks, but of course, not sure. I’ve noticed that I’ve not sure about things nowadays, and am getting nervous about things that don’t or shouldn’t matter much?

The temperature reading was also a good one at 36.6°c.

To the computer and started to update yesterday’s blog. Which was soon done, in spite of SSS giving some stick. It is not a lot to add to it, just my clouting my head, then falling asleep for six hours. Hehehe!

All finished and posted off. Pinterested shots, then I emailed the link and went on the WordPress Reader section.

I got on CorelDraw, I desperately need some more graphics doing for templates. No one called, messaged, rang the door buzzers or phoned me. I spent five hours doing CorelDrawing, and I got some success. But now the weariness is falling. Tea and took the midday medications.

Had to go for another Porcelain Throne visit. I right bloody affair it was too. I’m not swearing, it was literally bloody. I lost my balance sitting down and plunked on something delicate, and the fungal lesion started bleeding. Another painful cleaning and medicationing to be done.

I went to check on the day and time of the Sainsbury order. And Google Calendar would not open! Huh, I thought I was doing well with the graphics! I search for help with what to do about the Calendar. Plenty of advice, but every one of them I looked at said something like Go to…. and select, make sure you are in ….. before going to options in bi… Do not… I just didn’t understand what they were talking about. So gave up.

Back on CorelDrawing, got a headache now again, damned computers!

Another few hours, and I had to stop, I was mentally all-in!

At least I’d got sp far with the graphics.

No templates were done yet, of course, but that will be my mission in the morning. First thing, I have no choice, I’m out of them now.

Turned off, and got some chilli and meatballs on the cook.

A there began, a / run of bad luck started.

I took longer than planned to save the work on the computer, and a smell drifted in the room… burning!

I’d left the pan of fodder on a high heat setting. Oh, dearie me! I salvaged the eatable stock and got it on the basin.

Got the crap from the bottom of the saucepan removed them as far as I could, strained it, and into plastic bags, and those into waste bags. Put the saucepan to soak in bleach and washing up liquid, in the washing up bowl, that can be tackled in the morning, or whenever, if, I wake up.

Then got the basin on a tray, served up. Despite my cock-up with the cooking, this little feast went down wonderfully well!

No bread of course, but some should be coming on Sunday, fingers crossed. A Taste-Rating of 8/10.

Took the pots to wash. And had a go at trying to loosen the gunge in the burnt saucepan… and burnt my left knuckle when I picked up the loan after running hot water on it. Fool! Still, it’s not serious, and will soon clear up methinks.

I settled into the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety recliner, and got the Heartbeat DVD on to watch. Years ago, I can remember when I was alive, getting home in a rush, from Tesco on a Friday night, to see these Heartbeat episodes. That was just before the Bailiffs came and emptied the house of everything. Then the police arrived, looking for Mother, who done another runner. Ah, memories!

No commercials to fall asleep to on the DVD, and I watched all three episodes! Fair enough, there were a few little nod-offs, but I rewound to see what I’d missed.

I had to get free of the recliner for a few wee-wees. But eventually, I drifted off into the land of Sweet Morpheus and had an uninterrupted three hours kip.

Inculpable Inchcock, Thursday 21st January 2021, Diary

Some TFZers going for a McDonalds?

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Thursday 21st January 2021

Russian: Четверг, 21 января 2021 г

At the ungodly hour of 23:40hrs, as I stirred reluctantly back into consciousness, I heard a cacophony of noise. The howling wind, the noise of machinery from the rooftop, and over them both, the ‘Hum’! Which, unfathomably got on my wick a lot more than usual?

The need for a wee-wee quickly followed my awakening. After yesterday’s calamitous wee-weeing, I took no chances, and I began to haul my enormous, sebaceous, blubbery, lardaceous, clinically obese, wobbly-bellied body out of the c1968 recliner, and up onto my feet. Catching my balance was easy enough today, and took the few paces towards the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket).

I found the metal pencil sharpener en route, as I stood on it! Argh! But no time for pain cursing or wailing, the wee-wee took precedence. T’was of a PSS (Persistent, Short, Sharp) mode, with little if any, PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). A vast improvement compared to Wednesday’s wince-making wee-weeing! Much shorter, too.

I poddled through to the wet room to empty, clean, sanitise the bucket, wash my hands, disinfected the NWWB and returned the pale to near the computer, as I anticipate it may still be needed.

Took the morning medications, and got the Health checks done. Started with the BP, on the Boots branded Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. The SYS was acceptable at 159. The DIA at 70, and the PULSE a reasonable 80, all looked fine, to me.

Moved onto the temperature taking, with the Chinese-made, by Shenzhen-Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer. 36.8°c again, okay!

I go the Wednesday post updated, in record time – then again, there was little to add, Hehe! I posted it off to WordPress, then Emailed the link and Pinterested a few photos. Had a wee-wee, and went on Facebook catching-up.

Had a wee-wee. Emailed the link, and read the YourArea Email Magazine. It looked like a sleety, wet, windy and cold couple of days coming up on the weather page. Shame! Not that it matters with me imprisoned in the flat of course. Tsk!

The latest Coronavavirus figures were easier to read this morning. The new cases had dropped by-19.4%. That was a little bit of encouragement.

The pictures to the right were on a page about the upcoming Storm Christoph. These were taken yesterday before the main storm arrives!

I sorted the WP comments, then went on the WP reader section.  I made a mug of Glengettie tea, and I pondered about getting some breakfast. And the stomach stabbings started again. I tried to pass water, but nothing was available?

Washed the hands, then as I turned to get the milk out of the fridge, I lost balance and went down on one knee! I knew immediately I was in trouble, the wet warm sensation in the PPs, told me that something was leaking in the lower regions. It was Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, I’d pulled or squashed something in my struggle to get back up[right! Globerations! Off to the wet-room. Heck of a job, I stopped the bleeding alright, but the pain of applying the Corticosteroid cream was pretty severe.

I got back and made the brew. On the way back to the main junk room and the computer, I spotted some paperwork had dropped on the floor under the flat-airer. I got the long picker-upperer and retrieved it from the floor.

It was the DVT, Warfarin INR, test result sheets. It arrived yesterday, but I forgot about it, well you would do if it had dropped out of sight. Hehe! Great INR this time. Next test on 1st February. I was a little concerned about the dosages they had given me, not that it is up to me. But they seemed a bit high, 2½s and 3s? And a while until the next test. I hope it doesn’t get too high. Still, what the ‘eck!

I decided to get some nosh of some sort. I found a beef pastie in the fridge, I think it’s alright, it smells good. That and some tomatoes, mayhaps a packet of Frazzles with them, yes, that sounds okay. So I made it up, the innards are still stinging, and I’ve no idea why? The guts calmed down after I’d eaten?

Got the brekkers eaten. I took this photo with the camera balanced on my bulbous but wobbly belly while eating it! The breakfast, not the camera! Haha!

I poddled off to get the Ablutions done, putting a long-sleeved shirt, jammie-bottoms, socks and a bobble-hat in the sink to soak for washing later.

The ablutionalisationing went a lot better than yesterday. There was no bother cleaning the teggies. The shaving offered up only two tiny cuts, despite the occasional attempt by SSS (Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley) to get me to cut my or an ear off! Hahaha!

The showering was fine, until I stepped out to fetch a new bottle of lemon gel, and gave myself a toe-stubbing. Of course, it didn’t bother me or end up with me swearing and cursing. Oh, no!

I had to go delicately with the medicationalising of Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, and Harold’s Haemmorhoids. (Still stung a bit!) The skin was a smidge paler than usual, but the pins and plates looked pretty good!

I got the handwashing washed rinsed, rung and hung. It cost me more time cleaning up where I’d spilt the soapy water all over. SSS had increased the severity of her attacks while I was doing the washing – then as I hung up the last item – she went all peaceful, and stopped bothering me now I was no longer an easy target… I’m losing it again here? Talking to the ailments! Well, I used some silent naughty words as well!

You just can’t find a decent cheap psychiatrist nowadays! Hehe!

The sun kept coming out and going in behind the clouds, I fetched the camera, but only got one shot of the prettiness of changing sunshine.

A glutton for punishment, I made up some waste bags, got them in the cardboard box on the walker, and got ready to go to the Waste-chute room.

A chap working in the lift lobby had to move his stuff out of the way, for me to get out into the main lobby.

Then another worker had to move his stuff at the far end so I could get into the waste room. I felt a right nuisance. But the lads were okay about it.

I got inside, and as I was depositing the small bags into the chute, I dropped one, I bent forward and down, using the trolley as support… and cracked my head on the iron chute cover on the way back up!

A series of stars and flashes, but I stayed up on my feet, okay. A slightly dizzier than usual Imchcock made his way back to the flat, disturbing the workers again.

Not feeling up to much now. I tried working on this blog, but I decided it best to get the PM tablets took or are that taken? With an extra painkiller, and sit quietly for a while with a mug of tea.

I put a Heartbeat DVD in and watched some of it. I’d hoped to have a little nod-off, then get back to CorelDrawing… But no!

I drifted off into slumber, and woke up SIX hours later! Headache, almost gone!

Incorruptible Inchie, Wednesday 20th January 2021, Diary

TFZers Thomas

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Wednesday 20th January 2021

Swahili: Jumao tarehe 20 Januari 2021

00:25hrs: I came back to semi-consiousness, the first thought was of the Iceland delivery that is due, and will they send any bread this time?

As I glanced at the notepad, I did my best to read what I had written down lat night. But it was a forlorn hope, although I do seem to recall having a cracking headache as I got my head down?

Then, as is a regular occurrence, the instant, urgent need for a wee-wee arrived. And the diurnally battle to get my flubber-blubber-bellied body out of the second-hand, c1968 recliner, up onto my feet. This morning it was a relatively easy task. But the pains from Harold’s Haemorrhoids were as bad as they have been for many months. Caught my balance easily enough, and I wobbled over to the overnight-wee-wee-bucket.

Another record broke here, I reckon. I passed more in this one visit than ever before! It took me so long, I thought I’d never stop! I was baffled at how so much liquid could have come from the stomach. (Then again, confusedness does come to me so easily) 

I went to get a bottle of the made-up spring-water and cordial, for there was a thirst-and-a-half on me this morning. I took this photo from the light & view-blocking window of the morning view. The wind was howling, yet I could still hear the ‘Hum’ as well? As I closed the window, the rain started to come down.

Heckithump! Back to the bucket for another wee-wee! Another marathon session. Not blasting, but I had no control over the flow, on and on it went again. Now, the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) needed emptying. A big bucket, it is too! I emptied and sanitised it, and washed the hands. I replaced it near the computer, cause it was obviously going to be needed again. Tsk!

I fetched the bottle and started the computer. I got the photos uploaded into CorelDraw, and titivated them top look a bit better than they did, which was not good.

Five minutes into doing this, and yet another incumbent wee-wee was needed. Not quite as long this one, but it started to hurt a bit towards the end, and for the first time, there was some PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling)

By the time I’d got the photos done, and in the WordPress gallery, the two-litre bottle of spring water had all been drunk! I washed my hands and went to make up and refill the bottle. I also spotted that the airlessness thingy, supplied by Nottingham City Homes, showed a temperature and humidity as both being in the green, only just, but this was far better than yesterday.

I pressed on with the WordPressing and got the Tuesday diary updated. Nicodemus and SSS were both being so kind to me… But of all ailments, Colin Cramps was giving me bother in the left-hand fingers. Usually (and regularly) he does this at night after I settle done in the c1968 recliner. But now he was having a ball with me, Gawd blimey, he was! I got the Phorpain gel, I and had a good rubbing in session. Of course, it doesn’t help ease the pain, but the doctors say the rubbing in helps? I realised I had not taken the morning medications yet, so I did along with an extra Zapain that the mystery tenant angel gave me.

The Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer, gave a much better reading this time. SYS down to 156. DIA to 81, and the Pulse at 82.

This was a pleasant change for me.

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was a little higher, at 37.3°c, but it was still with a been background colour, so it must be within range methinks.

Oh, dearie me! Back to the NWWB, and getting fed-up with it (Hehehe!), I had one more marathon session. This time, there was no PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) or PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). Another long session. Washed the hands, and noted that Harold’s Haemorrhoids were getting even more painful, why? I suppose it’s because I’m doing such a lot of sitting down at the computer?

While I was up, I made some waste bags and got them into the box on the three-wheeler walker in the hallway.

As I got on with the updating, I also noticed that warm, wet sensation from the rear end! Damnations, the haemorrhoids were bleeding! Off to the wet room, and cleaned and medicated Harold’s area. Got new PPs on (this is costing me a fortune!) Washed up and returned to the computerisationing.

Despite Harold, Colin and stopping for wee-wees (three-times!), I got the blog finished. Posted it off, Pinterested pictures, and Emailed the link. Did some Facebooking, and realised that I had not had a wee-wee for an hour? Not complaining, mind!

Then went on the WP comments. Next, the WordPress Reader section.

Made a brew of 99 tea, the first cuppa today. Then made a start on this post, but Colin Cramps is still playing me up, so, things will take a long time to get done… if at all!

Off to get the ablutions done, all but a shower that is. With the Iceland delivery due to come so early. I’ll get the shower later on. The toothache was baddish. Not a single cut shaving. Soon done, and out to the computer, oh, after making a mug of Glengettie.

I didn’t get far, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrives, and with the Iceland delivery that could arrive at any time – bad timing! I rushed things along as best I could – and believe it or not, the evacuation apart from painful, with pushing thing, was almost perfect. Not smelly, or messy. And cleared in one flush!

Back on the computer, and the wee-wee demands reignited. Humph! And this one was a marathon again! Colin Cramps was getting even worse now, so I had a look to see if any Codeines were in the pods. What a mess they were in! The spill cover was loose, and all this week’s medications are mixed up, some pods with two tablets in, and others with nine!

It’s not been a good day up to now, has it? As I thought this, EQ indicated it was going to get worse – he’s never wrong! My spirits sank, and the bottom lip started to protrude. Hehehe!

I got dressed properly, I and made another tasty brew of Glengettie tea.

The intercom sounded and lit up, aha, the Iceland deliveryman arrived. I let him in, and got my facemask on and waited at the front door for him. He put the bags through the door for me, and off he trotted with a can of rum in thanks.

As I was taking the carriers through to the kitchen, it dawned on me that there were only three of them? I was sure I ordered more than that.

But of course, I could have made mistakes on the order. It has been known for me to (not much!) Hehe! I looked at the email with the list of products. Oh, dearie me! A little short of the essentials today! EQ was right again!

Next, I decided to get the showering done, before starting on the CorelDrawing graphics. Then realised I’d not got my Yakult on, I’d left it in the wet room. 

So, I trudged off to fetch it, as it was getting colder, or I was anyway. I foolishly thought that I’d coped wellish with today’s Whoopsiedangleplop, Hah!

Granglesknackersbuggerit!

I’d only left the hot water tap (faucet) running in the wetroom sink! The water was stone cold! And would not heat up until about 17:00hrs. So much for taking a shower, then!

Of course, this didn’t make me boiling mad at myself, start name-calling and insulting me, oh, no! self-hatred and loathing didn’t come into my mind at all. Depressed? Me? No!… This lying lark is not good! I was self-conscious about my repeated failures, memory blanks, inability to comprehend, and knowledge that things are not going to get better! I could have flooded the poor soul/s in the flat below! Just pure chance that the overflow coped with it, and although belatedly, I found out in time to avert a disaster. I got an acidy taste in the mouth, self-hatred, most likely.

I got some mushroom cooking in the crock-pot, added some Squid and malt vinegar, and sea salt. I was not concentrating as I did it, and dropped the salt pot. Somehow, it didn’t matter, at the moment.

I had a peep at the YourArea Emagazine, for updates to the Coronova locally and weather.

I forced myself to try CorelDrawing again, at least Colin Cramps was easing off at last, then remembered seeing an email from Jenny earlier, and opened it. I sent a reply. I hope they are doing alright down there in their flat. Jenny has Nora living with her while the lockdown is on, a wonderful gesture, the dear Doris appreciates it so much and deserves it.

Back to CorelDrawing at last. I got just one graphic done, sad innit?

The weariness fell as I got the nosh prepared. This meal was so easy to prepare, nowt hot, so no worries over the oven not working. It’s a shame that Iceland failed to deliver the other three packs of cooked meat and the bread, else I’d be able to make more easy meals, especially as I enjoyed this one so much. The taste-rating of 8/10 given.

Between eating, getting the pots washed and taking the evening medications, I needed three wee-wees! I prayed that they would not interrupt my sleep. Or even worse – any escapages would be suffered overnight! Please!

What a great, nights kip it turned out to be! ♥

I put a Die Hard, DVD,

I soon fell asleep and stayed wee-wee free!

I dreamed, but memories didn’t come back to me,

Had a straight five hours sleep, so you see,

I was just waking up, that spoilt my glee!

Mind you, then I needed another wee-wee!

Inconversant Inchie, Tuesday 19th January 2021, diary

♥ Cinematical TFZers ♥

Tuesday 19th January 2021

Maori: Turei 19 o Hanuere 2021

00:30hrs: The demand for a wee-wee welcomed me as I woke up. I bravely forced my unfortunately ever-heavier stomached body from the comfort of the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, rickety, uncomfortable, recliner. Up on to my feet. I caught my balance, visited the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). I had an LPPP (Long-Powerful-Persistent-Peeing) session), followed by a period of CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling),  that surprisingly, lasting for minutes!

I made a brew and washed the pots from last night that I’d left to soak.

Took a photo of the morning view, not a good one, now the Nikon camera has conked-out, I have to use the Canon camera, which doesn’t take night shots well. And then started updating the Monday blog.

And got it completed in record time, I think. NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters) and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), were the only ailments that gave me any problems, they were both only intermittent, and I coped amazingly well. To start with, thus, my Smug-Mode was engaged for a while. I do hope they still behave when I have to take the shave!

The six wee-wees taken during the updating were of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style, and the CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling), but only a few drops and much weaker than the first one.

All done, I posted off the diary. Sent the Email links. Pinterested a couple of snaps. And delved into Facebook updating…

This was when the Smug-Mode died. NN, SSS and even Neuropthy Pete gave me a sat-down right leg dance! With the c1962 cabinet where I was seated on the computer, which still has some heavy wooden doors. I involuntarily tested their sturditity with my shin, ankle and knee a few times. Which set of CCP (Cathy’s Cartilage Protella) hurting somewhat. That bit of good luck didn’t last long! But at least I got the updating done with relative ease, so, I’m not moaning… much, anyway! Hehehe!

After the Facebooking was done, I went on the WP comments, then over to the WordPress Reader section.

Each of the four wee-wees taken during the Facebooking updating was of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style again, but the CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling) was far less.

Ah, the joys and mysteries of an ageing bladder! Hehe!

The morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I poddled to the wet-room. It was almost an exact repeat of yesterdays messy evacuation, but this time, with a decent amount of pain as the bale of straw looking torpedo gained its freedom. (It felt about the same size too!) Several manual refills of the tank were needed to clear the product, and some BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) annoying bending to clean things up. After cleaning up the room and myself, I generously stayed a lot of air freshener in the wet room, before leaving. The silver-lining search: At least I didn’t walk into the door frame going in or out. No, Dizzy Dennis, Balance-Loss-Brian, or tumble visits. It could have a worse session!

I was now nothing like I was when I got up this morning! The ailments were gathering, giving me grief, and I decided to take an extra pain-killer, with the morning medications, and make a brew of Glengettie. Which, I did.

After taking the medications, I carried out the Health Checks. Starting with the BP on the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer. The SYS had come down from 184 to 170, and the Pulse from Sundays high of 91, yesterdays 66, now 75.

The Amazon bought, (for a very reasonable cost of £29), Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was of 36.9°c. It was up a smidge, but it is still in the green on the reading, so nae bother there to fret about at all.

I tried to get a graphic or two done on CorelDraw before it was time for the ablutioning to be done.

Ablutionalisationing Report:

As I went into the hallway en route to the wet-room, some idiot had left the mop and bucket in the hallway. Ahem! There followed a toe-stubbing right on the metal clasp of the wringer-outerer, at the bottom! It was a singularly painful one! Of course, I didn’t swear, or anything like that, or call myself ‘a stupid, thick ♫%£+ing idiot, either! Ahuh! I had a little talking to and admonishing myself, and swore to be more careful in future. Don’t know why I bothered really!

I got on with the shaving, pretty pleased with timing for once. ‘The Goon Show’ was about to start, on Radio Four-Extra, Grrreat!

As I was getting the shaving tackle off of the trolley, I… wait for it… stubbed my toe against the wheel! Silver-lining: it was a different toe, and not so keen as the first one! My language was all calm, not self-depreciative, I did not spit, and there was none-cursing. Ahem! I just plodded on.

The shaving had only a few dropsies, and just the one, I say, One, tiny nick. I did a decent job with the new Bic razors, too. , then I thought it best to abandon it, with things seeming to be on a run of bad luck.

Moved into the shower, after cleaning another of the multitude of black spots off of the floor. (I do a little patch each time I shower, Gawd I’m a good lad, I am at times!) I had a super-shower, a good scrub-up, used the brush and loofah! No banging into the grab bars, Dizzy Dennis’s, Loss of Balance Bernards!

The pins, hooves and tootsies looked in fine form. I dried off and got the medicationing done. Olive-oiled the ear holes. Next, I creamed the furuncle and carefully Germoloided Harold’s Haemorrhoids. They did sting bit! Then Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s and Cathy Cartilage’s knees. Put the eye drops in. Nasal hygiene sprayed the nostrils. Cleaned the spectacles, decoked the hearing aids and checked the batteries… It’s a job and a half every day! There is another dollop of advice for the whippersnappers. About what they might expect when they are growing old! Hahaha!

I got the PP’s on and exited the wet room. To go and get some clothes on. As I was struggling into the trouser, I realised I had not done my teeth cleaning!

I returned to the wet room, giving myself a third toe-stubbing on the mop bucket, that I had failed to move on the first stubbing! Somehow, this had a relaxing effect on me. The third stubbing of the day, surely that’ll be it, they say things happen in threes?

Got the teeth cleaned without too much bother. Then I got some waste bags made up and, and along with the masses of recycling bags and carton, I filled up the trolley and box.

This could be dodgy, I thought, getting the trolley to the chute and then down the lift to the caretakers’ bins, with any spillage, dropsies or other calamities!

I had a bit of bother getting the badly-balanced three-wheeler trolley out of the door into the lift’s lobby, and even more, bother getting it through into the lift lobby.

But being the confident, young, strong, capable stalwart that I am, I pressed on and got to the waste chute-room without the slightest bit of bother Ahem! Alright then, I got in trapped a finger in the iron chute lid, dropped three bags, clouted my head against the wall, when going down to pick one of the bags up. And coming back out, the left-hand knuckle got a bash against the door frame.

I got in a lift, and as I exited on the ground floor, the route to the main lobby door was blocked by signed and cones from the workmen who were doing the upgrading work. Nae bother for me, I used the fire exit out to the bin area. Robert, the caretaker, was not there, he can’t always be, he’s other jobs all over the flats. I dropped the box’s and bags where the bins usually are, but not today.

I hobbled along Chestnut Way in the drizzle, to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) Interrogation and holding cell office.

As I got into the Winwood Court foyer, a sharp dizzy-spell nearly had me over! It left me a little confused and worried afterwards. It only lasted about 30 seconds, but I had to wait a while before moving on. What next! Took this snap of inside Winwood Court.

No lights were seen in the office, so I retreated, back out in the light drizzle, and made my way back towards Woodthorpe Court. I heard a voice, and I turned around, it was ILC, Desk Top Dancer, Warden Deana calling me from the Holding Cells window. I returned to the office. She asked if I knocked on the door, but I could not remember the dizzy coming on. We had a distanced natter, Deana, Warden and Ice-skating champion Warden Julie, and I.

I departed, and the drizzle had stopped as I limped along.

Welsh William passed on his way to the bus stop. Not seen him for about three months now, but I don’t go out on the bus nowadays, of course. Jealous? Me? Yes!

I got back inside the building via the caretaker fire door.

Not a soul in sight, I reckon the working lads must have been on their tea-break.

I got through the passage and into the lift lobby.

The way is still blocked off, no access to the front door. The chaps seem to be making some headway in the upgrading. No rush, we’ve had it for four years now, I think… definitely three. Finding a protected Pipistrelle bat, then the holidays, then the Coronavirus, it must have been a nightmare for Nottingham City Homes. Well, some of the residents ain’t too happy about it. But it can’t be helped. Hehe!

As I got up to the floor, I met Robert, the caretaker, with few words.

Got in the flat, I put the trolley away, and finished washing the Manufactured in Pakistan, long-sleeved shirt, all done, wrung and hung to dry.

I got the photos sorted and used then to update this blog. It dawned on me then, I haven’t had a wee-wee for over two hours? Confusing!

I was getting in a pickle with the food deliveries, and I made an order for next Monday from Iceland. 06:00 > 08:00hrs.

Then had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures I could find, for Nottingham. Which showed a slight bit of optimism at least, a drop in numbers I thought. Then I came across this report, about where I live in Sherwood. This was not good! Yet still, people go out every day on the buses.

I’d love to go out shopping, but it wouldn’t be fair to others.

I pressed on with the updating of this diary. It is hard work with Nicodemus and SSS, both giving me jerks and making me make so many errors repeatedly.

I made a brew… still no more wee-wees?

The rain had stopped all together now, but the view when I took these photographs, from the thick-framed, hard to get at to clean, light and view-blocking kitchen window, was looking decidedly somewhat threatening.

I was getting so tired now, and I thought about what to have for a nosh. Making my mind up can sometimes be an impossibility, so quisquous. I’ll check the use-by dates, then have the shortest, methinks.

The cooked smokey bacon had the shortest date on it. So I got a carton of chopped tomatoes, with some added basil oregano and sea salt. Warmed up the fruit and juice, and added the bacon. I think I may have put a little too much basil in, but I still enjoyed it—a flavour-rating of 7½/10. I had the last of the bread with it, but I hope some more will be delivered in the morning from Iceland.

I found some scribbled notes on the pad I was using to recall thing to put on here in the morning. But at this moment in writing, I’m blown if I can decipher it. Maybe, perchance a Doctor might read this, and can help me out? Hehehe!

I got the TV on and found a Sherlock Holmes episode showing. Ah, that’ll do me! I thought.

ZZZ!

Intrusional Inchie, Monday 18th January 2021, diary

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Monday 18th January 2021

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 18 Siječnja 2021

21:45hrs: I woke, wanting a wee-wee. But did not move. I lay there, my weazened brain immediately hyperactive, fighting with the thought-storm already in progress. Nonsensical, insignificant, it might have been, but topics serious and insignificant were fribbling away, to and fro, being ignored as the next one came forth.

Luckily for my sanity, the need for a wee-wee grew stronger, and the brain recaptured some control from the thought-storms and allowed me to tackle the task of tearing my Titanically sized stomached-body from the grasp of the c1968 recliner, and up onto my feet. Grabbed Metal Micky, and over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket)

Where I was almost taken aback by the viciousness of the evacuation. It blasted out, but soon died a death and the PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) was lengthy, the leaking continued for longer than ever before.

I got the kettle on, took the evening medications, made the tea, and got to the computer, started it going. Then, an internal explosion rumbled away, and before it had died down, I was making my way to the wet room!

A good job I did too! As I was seating my oversized body on the Porcelain Throne, the motion began, totally under the innards’ control. I did no urging or pushing. It wasn’t needed – until right at the end of the evacuation. The last dollop got stuck, talk about messy! I reckon I used about £2 worth of Andrex! Then the most valuable asset, time, was lost cleaning up again! Washed and sanitised things.

The Silver-Lining was that the cistern miraculously cleared the product in the bowl, with just one flush! Whoopee-Doo!

I got on the computer, and started WordPress, to get the updating of the Sunday diary updated. I was overjoyed to see that Grammarly was working again! I struggled with the concentration for some reason; however, the ailments were far less bother than usual, so typing was easier for me. A long job, but I eventually got it done and posted off to WordPress. Pinterested a photo or two, then emailed the link. Went on the WP reader, some great photography on there this morning.

As I was doing the Facebooking catch-up, I remembered that my favourite Vampire Nurse, Hristina, is coming this morning. To take the blood for the INA, DVT, Warfarin tests. That cheered me up a few degrees. I read and made the WP comments.

I got a bit of, well a fair bit of a shock when I took the Sphygmomanometer BP Health Checks! Not much!

The SYS had shot back up to 184 – DIA 76, and the alarming PULSE was down to 66! Blimus!

I took the rescued from the Pharmacists cock-up of not lids on the pill pots, and I had to guess which was which medications last night. Perhaps, guessing from these readings, I’d missed taking a beta-blocker, and took a Codeine or Furosemide, no that’s not right. I meant I may have taken two Beta-Blockers in mistake… Had I done this, then the Pulse would go down, wouldn’t it? I’m confused again!

At least the Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer came out alright, just a smidge lower than of late.

I had a look at the recorded results for the last week. The Sys is the highest it’s been for the week, and the Pulse is by far the lowest it has been? Then I sp[ottedthat yesterdays Pulse was a massive 91?

I’ll mention this to the nurse later, see what she thinks. Well, I am worried a bit now. Should I ring 111 and ask them what they think? Mmm?

Best if I get the ablutioning done early now, and at least if they do end me to hospital, I’ll be clean and dressed in readiness. ‘Good idea, Inchy’ – Huh, I’m talking to myself again! Hahaha!

I checked on Google, it said amongst many other confusing gumph; Generally, a resting heart rate of 60-80 beats per minute (BPM) is considered normal. Perhaps the 66 pulse is okay then? Don’t know what to do; still, I’ll get the ablutions done, I can try out the new razors, have a talk with myself, pass wind, and get all smelling nice! Even though it is too early to use the shower.

Put the Blue Made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket soak in the bowl to soak while I was doing the ablutions. Off to the wet room, then.

Ablution Report: Again, no cuts shaving at all! The legs and knees looked good again, despite Cartilage Cathy playing up something rotten. You can see she’s not happy by the swelling patella.

A slight Whoopsie medicating the rear end dropped the tube cap and clouted my shoulder on the corner of the floor cabinet retrieving it. SSS is not happy with me.

Got the shirt rinsed and hung up to dry on a coat hanger above the sink.

SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) shook a bit a few times. This made me spill a lot of water, and I had another lot of cleaning up to do. Luckily I had not dressed then, so avoided a bigger mess that needed sorting out.

Made up, and put some waste bags in the trolley carrier box, top, to take down later to the bins. I came across last nights dinner things on the tray, and I remembered falling asleep so easily last night, I took the things through to the kitchen and washed them.

It was heartwarming to see the cans of Chilli-Con-Carne and vegetables on the counter. A warm glow, knowing they should last me a while.

Then needed another visit to the Porcelain Throne. I hastened without delay, and once again, it was a good job I did! Once again, it was a super-messy evacuation, but I was not lucky with the cistern, that required a few jugs of water to refill the tank before things cleared. Tsk!

I took a photograph from the balcony, of the end car park on Chestnut Walk. I thought it looked eerie enough to be a worthwhile picture. Gawd, it was cold out there!

(Two photos today, for Ohio Billum, PPPFWP (Pulitzer Prize for Witty Poetry that Rhymes), and the RCMC (Red Car Monitoring Corporation) Head Honcho. Hehe!

I worked on this blog, and without much bother from Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, either. Which was nice! Did a few hours work.

Made a cuppa, and ate some Pretzels. Returned to the computer, and another hour or so later, it was as if someone was putting lights on in the sky! The most amazing pinkish glow came over everywhere! I grabbed the camera and had a scoot between the two rooms nad windows to take these shots to capture it. It didn’t last for long, so I’m glad I caught it.

  I had a look at the Your-Area email magazine. They seem to be happy with the new Coronavirus figures? I can’t say I am.

08:00hrs: The Vampire Nurse shouldn’t be too long coming.

09:00hrs: The Vampire Nurse hasn’t come yet. I’ll try to do some graphics, then she’s bound to arrive.

Nurse Hristina arrived around 11:00hrs. She was all behind due to parking difficulties. She was kind enough to look at the Health Check record and said the low pulse was nothing to worry about. Unless it is lower next time I do it, then to call 111 for advice. That’s cleared the gloom, Bless Her! ♥  She took the blood and left on her rounds.

I gt back onto CorelDraw, but the weariness started already, my concentration was shot, and CCC began to give me regular shakes. Then Neuropathy Pete’s mini-leg dancing started. Shame, I really need to get some graphics done, too! I did try, but it was no good. I went into Sulk-Mode!

I got some stew in the pan, and a pastie in the fridge… no, I mean oven. I’ll get something to eat and see how I feel afterwards. (Which didn’t change, weary, tired and nervous of everything!)

Despite the nerves, all being on edge, and fighting the eyelids to keep them open, I made a decent job (tastewise), of the Chilli, even added a beef pastie to it, and all the dessert trimmings. A flavour-rating of 8/10, too!

I even got up and put the well-emptied bowl and things in the washing up bowl to soak with the saucepan.

I got down again in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner, but sleep was not an option. I’d expected it come swiftly tonight, feeling so drained.

The CGTSMP (Can’t-Get-To-Sleep-Master-Ploy), was adopted, and I turned on the TV, when I saw that Law & Order was on, I chose that channel. The usual happened, I stayed awake for the first section, and when the commercial break started, I joined the realms of Sweet Morpheus.

But I kept waking up in a widden-dream, taradiddle filled, not the usual Thought Storms, they were wild, nonsensical and mocking in nature. During one of these episodes, I realised I had not taken the evening medications, so I did.

Infamous Inchie, Sunday 17th January 2021

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Sunday 17th January 2021

Hawaiian: Lāpule 17 Lanuali 2021

 00:50hrs: I woke up, reinvigorated, stimulated and filliped, ready for anything Coronvirus, hobgoblins or apparitions could throw at me!

Well, not really! I needed the Porcelain Throne and a wee-wee, Cathy Cartilage was painfully for me, getting her own back for my falling on her twice last night as the right leg gave way. And, the Worldwide ‘Hum’ all around, and noise from machinery above were niggling at me. The problems with CorelDraw and the Computer milled about teasingly, goadingly, in my head! Doing me no good at all.

I extracted my overly-stomached body from the c1968 recliner, and carefully caught my balance while holding back the getting more urgent need for the Throne and Wee-wee. As speedily as I could to keep safe from toppling, falling, or losing balance, I walked the funny walk to the wet room, without any incidents. (Which was excellent!)

The evacuation flowed freely, but it was again a gooey, sticky affair. The passing was fine, only the cleaning up afterwards bothered me. This is getting ridiculous lately. I’m performing the task quickly and painlessly enough. Then having to spend twenty-times as long, in cleaning up and get the cistern to cope! Humph! Nobody warned me about the risks I’d face when taking evacuations in my dotage. Hehehe!

I washed and got straight on the computer to get the updating done. I knew it would be a long job, with last nights Prescriptions arriving late, and the computer problems earlier. I made a start with crossed fingers, (nor literally, I can’t cross them anyway nowadays, although Colin Cramps is very good at distorting them).

I pressed on for hours. As I was close to finishing, I thought ‘Hello, I’m doing well here, no grammar problems showing from Grammarly’ (My spell checker). Then saw that the Grammarly icon was not showing on the page? Shucks! More problems!

I could not work out what was wrong. So, I went on the Grammarly site to ask for help, but could not find any. So then I checked on Google for assistance. One bit of advice looked promising – until I went back on here and right clicked the ‘Inspect Elements’, then the screen filled with what to me was gibberish. Of course, it was all technical stuff, that left me in a misunderstanding pickle!

I closed down WordPress and restarted it – No good; still, no Grammarly working.

I turned everything off, closed down, and restarted the machine again. Aha, Grammarly is back!

But it wasn’t working correctly. The pop-up showed that issues needed attention, but nothing was highlighted on the page, and, as usually would happen, it would come up on the screen, and then the leaf-tick comes up, to say all is well. When I’ve corrected it. But not now. I’m getting more wee’d off all the time!

No choice left but to carry on and not get bothered by it (impossible of course).

I got the blog posted off and then sent the email link. Then Pinterested a snap or two. On Facebooking catch-up. Next, a call to the Porcelain Throne Mark-2 arrived. Just the same as the first visit, messy! Tsk!

I tended to the belated Health Checks.

The Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, showed that the SYS was creeping back up a smidge at 163. The DIA as well, to 86, and the Pulse was nice and calm at 81 recorded.

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, was in the green again, at 36.8°c.

I got the made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket, that I bought nine-years ago from Primark put in to soak, ready for handwashing later, and the I wobbled-off to get the ablutioning done. Got in the wet room, and had a paramnesia driven memory-moment, and just had to go back to check if I’d left the tap running in the kitchen sink (Tsk!), all was okay.

The knees looked a lot better this morning, and some colour had returned to the skin, not a lot, I think the lighting in the wet-room gave this impression.

An excellent session today: Total dropsies of about eight. The teeth hurt obviously. BPB was bothersome in the shower. No Shaking Shaun visits tumbles or bangs either! The medicationalisationing went well!

Dressed, and off to get my made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket, that I bought nine-years ago from Primark, hand-washed, all done, rung and hung above the kitchen sink to drip dry.

As I turned around and down to but the washing liquid back in the under the cupboard, BPB Back-Pain-Brenda) gave me a twinge like never before, almost electric-shock-like! Not very nice that!

But no time to stew over it, as I grasped the draining board to help heave my horrifically over-bellied body back upright, along came SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) with the most inopportune timing. The cluttered with pots, pans, jars etc., draining tray, were dispatched to the floor!

The painful job of getting down and up to retrieve the contents started off RR (Reflux Roger), and RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), and I was in a picklement pain-wise! Which, was tempered by my taking a Zapain tablet. (Thanks again to the mystery donor, much appreciated) I was a smidge groggy for a while, but I soon began to feel betterer.

So much so, I slowly and carefully made up some waste bags and got them in the walker guide box. I got things ready near the door to take them to the rubbish-chute room, and another stupefaction moment, where I just have to double-check things. I felt something had been missed, not done, or left in a dangerous state?

I returned to the kitchen, but found things in a mess, yes. Still, nowt obviously of danger, nothing dangerous on the floor, all the retrieved stuff from the floor things seemed safe, no taps (faucets) left running… but I still had this nagging sensation that I’d not done something I was going to, or needed to? Grumph!

Off to the waste chute, not a soul about for me to pester and talk to. Hehehe! Got the things down the chute easily enough, RR, and RAI seemed to be easing off (The Zapains seem to be working quickly) but as I hobbled back to the flat CC (Cathy Cartilage) started giving me some bother. Yer can’t win ’em all!

Back to the flat, I put the trolley in the corner and got on the computer. Visited the WordPress Reader. Then had a look at the WP comments.

Then decided to look for some delivery slots available for next week. I got one at Sainsbury’s, for a week time, next Sunday, 06:30 > 07:00hrs. Made an order and got it confirmed, but I had to change my password? But would I last out until then for fodder?

After some thought, I made an Iceland order, got it in for Wednesday 20th, 06:00hrs > 08:30hrs. At least the bread, and milk should last out.

The fatigue came earlier and suddenly today. I had to stop. But I needed to get Josies’ nosh prepared, and decided to make my own at the same time, very early on. I delivered Josie’s dead on time again and then returned to get my own done and sorted. Got the pots washed before settling down. Gawed I was feeling drained, now.

The nosh was eaten slowly and enjoyed. Flavour-rating 6.5/10.

I couldn’t understand how my batteries were failing so early. I got up and took the tray and bits to the sink, returned and plonked down in the recliner, but the TV on, but saw none of it, until I woke up five hours later at 22:00hrs! Semi-refreshed…

What an odd day!

 

Irritating Inchie, Saturday 16th January 2021 – Diary

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Saturday 16th January 2021

Finnish: Lauantaina 16 Tammikuuta 2021

01:35hrs: I slowly stirred back into life, of sorts. A sudden, almost panic began, from somewhere I thought that something was wrong in the kitchen! No smells, I don’t think. I struggled out of the c1968 recliner, and I limped to the kitchenette but found nothing untoward, and I had a good look around, windows shut, taps not running… was it a dream?

I was not properly balanced, so I took my time and returned to the main junk room. Thought were coming pretty fast into the brain, but leaving at the same rate of knots.

I got my Myanmar, (Burmese) made zip-up jacket on. Changed into the reading glasses, had a weak wee-wee, washed my hands, and started the Health Checks. The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was fine, at 36.6°c.

♫ I really can’t stay, Baby it’s cold outside, I gotta go away, Baby it’s cold outside, This evening has been, Been hoping that you’d dropped in, So very nice, I’ll hold your hands they’re just like ice ♫… Sorry about that, I got carried away!

Pleasingly, the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer SYS was not too high compared to earlier readings, at 156. And, the pulse was steady at 85.

I nipped back into the kitchen to get a made-up bottle of spring water and lime cordial.

I opened the window, Gawd it was cold out there… (♫ I really can’t stay, Baby it’s cold outside, I gotta go away, Baby it’s cold outside, This evening has been, Been hoping that you’d dropped in, So very nice, I’ll hold your hands they’re just like ice ♫…) Sorry about that, I got carried away!☺

I snapped this photograph of Chestnut Way’s car park in front of the building, below. Back to the computer, taking another weak-wee-wee en route, and back on the computer.

I determinedly pressed on with the updating of the Friday Diary. Got it finished, although it took me longer than usual with interruptions to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, on and off repeatedly for periods of a few seconds, up to a full minute. But I resisted going into a Smug-Mode, after yesterday’s experiences.

All done at long last Hurrah!), then I posted it off to WordPress, emailed the link. Had a weak wee-wee, washed, returned and Pinterested some bits, and went on the Facebooking updating on the TFZ site, then the Woodthorpe Heights. Spent a good while on there, and went on the WordPress-Reader section. Had a weak-wee-wee. Washed my hands and went on the WP commenting.

Belatedly, I made a start on this post. Stopped to make a brew, have a weak-wee-wee, wash my hands, and took the morning medications (It was grand to be able to take an extra pain-killer, thanks to the unknown, kind donor, who posted some through my door yesterday, thanks again!)

I got an inspiration to write the Advice funny at the top of this page, well, second graphic down. I made it up and did it with a graphic. It’s nowhere near my best work, but for some reason, I found it so zanily humorous, so kept it in. I hope people like it and get a laugh. If anyone does, I’ll offer it to the Tate Gallery for a modest fee. Hahaha!

I lost a lot of time already with my getting sidetracked, but did it again, and went on a hunt for Alt codes to use. I found a few and put them on the Notepad for later.

Hello, some more comments have come in, I’ll have a decker. Just the two, replied to them and went to make another mug of tea, and had another weak-wee-wee! I reckon I’ve missed a Furesomide in the medicational muddle?

I then went on CorelDraw to get some template graphics done, I’m well behind with them. Crockledimdogs! Another visit to the wet room, Blimus!

Back to CorelDrawing, and within a minute into working, and the door chimes rang out.

It was the postman, bringing the Amazon sold razors. A box of 200 razors in packs of five. Outstanding value, too.

Back to the CorelDrawing.

: Having done only one graphic, CorelDraw Problems, or rather, I created CorelDraw problems! Or, maybe a more accurately, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters caused me CorelDraw problems! I lost the document palette! The nerve ends died as I was trying to move the palette, and I lost it altogether. I was getting more and more frustrated, I could not remember how to move palettes with the mouse, spent hours trying this and that in the options and customisation sections, getting nowhere with it.

Sister Jane

Then the landline burst forth flashing. Sister Jane, calling. I took this photo a couple of years ago of her, in the Nottingham Slab Square.

We had a long chinwag, ashamedly I could not concentrate properly with worrying about the CorelDraw problems. I learnt what I was doing wrong, as is natural when she calls me, Big Sister, you see. (Hahaha!) I

was eating the wrong foods, going to bed too early, and other things I can’t remember, 

In the morning, I added this photo of her and Pete’s visitors in their garden. A family of Squirrels that have taken up residence nearby. They call twice every day for their treats on monkey nuts.

Back to the nightmare with the computer. I went on the web asking for help, and it took me three hours of differently formulated questions, to find a DVD that helped with the problem. Another hour of farting about getting it wrong, and suddenly I got the palette back, but it was empty!

I lost more time trying to sort this out and gave up. I was frustrated, and so wee’d off! And the weariness was coming on.

I gave up on computing, my hopes and plans destroyed! Ah, well, I turned off the computer and got some nosh sorted out. As I got the Ghilli-Con-Carne, red peppers and tomatoes in the saucepan, oh dearie me…

All of the Peripheral Neuropathy related ailments all kicked-in, well not all of them. No leg dancing, loss of balance but SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), Shaking Shaun, and Cathy Cartilage gave me what for!

A nasty bout, this one, but thank goodness it was a short one. I was growing more tired than ever now. But I pressed on and got the meal served up. I overdid the quantity a bit, and couldn’t eat all of the rolls, but destroyed the CCC and potatoes. A taste-rating was a worthy 8/10.

Washed and got the jammie-bottoms on, and down in the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner, and turned on the TV, I can’t remember what it was I was going to watch, but I failed to anyway – blissfully! Off into the land of Sweet Morpheus, I drifted in no time at all. Zzzz!

An hour or so later, I sprang wide-awake, as if I’d just had an electric shock! The realisation that the Prescriptions were being delivered today bounding about in my head! Sheer alarm and panic gripped my and hastened by the bulbous wobbly body from the recliner, with the intentions of getting to the front door post-haste to see if they had been put through the door for me, as it was well past the normal delivery time.

Unfortunately, as I got in the hallway, I instead hastened down on my knees to the floor, and the right leg knee, (Cartilage Cathy’s) gave way. There was no time for self-pitying, I hauled my enormous girth back up onto my feet…

And I crumpled down again! This time, I crawled into the wet room and dolloped a load of Phorpain gel all around the patella. Then used the shower chair to get my bulk back up on my feet again. All the time, worrying about the prescriptions milling about in my head.

I got to the flat’s door, there was not anything outside or inside medicine wise. Had he or she been and left? Will they be coming later? I put the facemask on, in case anyone did come, and thought I’d check the mobile and email to see if the chemist had been and had sent a message… Panicking a bit here, but still found time to fit a spot of nervousness in about the CorelDraw problem! Come one worry – Come all! Hehe!

Moments later, the intercom rang out, it was Carrington Pharmacy owner, Deepak BSc Pharm Hons, delivering my prescriptions for me. For once, thank heavens he was late, else I might have been asleep otherwise, Phew! He dropped the prescription pack in a box, on the floor for me, and I thanked him. Nice to be told I was not looking very well. Hehehe! Bless him.

Once I took them to the kitchen to sort out, I realised that Cathy Cartilage was really giving me some stick, although it was my own fault for falling on her twice! Flibbledonkackles!

Ah, well, life may not be exactly suant, and I may be in pain, CorelDraw is worrying me, but after a quick Silver-Lining Search: Things could be much worse. I got the prescriptions delivered, Cathy Cartilage is already getting less painful, I had a marvellous CCC for dinner, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna have both been kind to me today. Yep, things are good! Who am I kidding!

Back down in the recliner, it took a while, but sleep did return.

Incanescent Inchy’s, Wednesday 13th January 2021, diary


Wednesday 13th January 2021

Polish: Środa 13 Stycznia 2021 r

00:30hrs: I stirred, and much to my delight, as I nudged my Himalayan-like, wide-ranging, whacking-great, generously proportioned, wobbly-stomached body from the c1968, recliner, I found that Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were behaving themselves, as I got on my feet almost easily!

But I knew better than to get too excited, (Hehehe!) I was feeling in an irrational, unjustifiably, upbeat mood? Even though the stinging from Anne Gyna, BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and CCP (Cartilage Cathy’s Patella) were currently giving me pain.

Was it the five hours of uninterrupted sleep? My EQ, which usually indicates, well warns me of only of the rough stuff, bad things, unlucky incidents/episodes that are coming my way, and is always right – Now seemed to be making me aware of something on the way, that may be fortunate or even enjoyable for me? This message/indication is hard to read, it’s the first time I’ve ever had one that seems to be for my advantage? It has given me an uncomfortable, sort of fraughtness, a nerve-wracking, ominous feeling. Surely there cannot be some fortune coming my way? Still, I can always hope!

As I was getting the kettle on, the innards burst forth with a rumble of great magnitude, followed by a long gurgle. Off to the Porcelain Throne, I trotted!

Oh, dearie me! No doubt about it, the DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle) between Trotsky Terence and Constipation Konrad for supremacy, was a complete 4-0 victory for Trotsky this time! What a messy affair! As far as I could tell, there was no bleeding, though. The cleaning up took a lot of effort and time. Tsk! Incomprehensibly, considering the almost semi-soup-like evacuated product, poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids, were stinging like heck?

I had to apply some Germoloid in great quantity, to calm things down. Washed the mitts and back to make the brew of Glengettie. I took this shot of the view, using the Canon camera. Which doesn’t usually take such night shots well, as a rule. I checked on the mince in the slow cooker. It looked smelt and tasted good enough for me to rewarm for tonights, well, this afternoons nosh.

Did the Health Checks next. Starting with the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometerisationing. Aha, at last, the SYS had come down, the DIA and Pulse had both shot up. The pulse considerably from yesterday.

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading, was once again a good one, well in the green, safe zone.

At this moment, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter nerve-end decided to kick-off going on strike. This was unfortunate, cause I had the mug of tea in my right-hand taking a sip, with the camera in my right – I had no chance at all! The tea went towards the floor, as I moved my feet out of the way, it proved fortuitous for me; The mug hit my belly and bounced onto the Ottoman, which is padded, it rolled gently down between leather and the chair, not breaking! Note that I did not appreciate it at the time, cause of the cleaning up I had to do! Nor did BPB! Looking back, it could have been so much worse.

Going back to the computer, I noticed the Nottingham City Homes supplied, humidity and temperature machine. It was showing humidity at well below the green area. But I wasn’t sure what it meant? Lack of air? I’ll look it up late. (He says confidently!)

Brew of tea at hand, I set off up[datong the Tuesday blog. Which took me over 5 hours to complete! Nicodemus, being the cause of this delay. So many times more than ever before, I had to correct and recheck things. I’ve probably missed no end of mistakes!

Argh! More windows updates coming in! The problems caused by the last ones fresh in my mind, I was worried! I ignored them and carried on.

I got the updating finished, and went to celebrate, with another mug of tea. But when I got in the kitchenette, I saw the state of the floor – all those dropsies I suppose, that I had not cleaned up very well. A mixture of frustration and guilt took over the brain, and I decided, well, someone did, to get the floor cleaned. I tried to do it piecemeal with the bowl and flat mop, but it wasn’t working! So, I got the big mop and bucket out and had a semi, imitation, pretend clean up of the floor.

Not a perfect, or even close to a decent job was done. But it’ll do for now. Too early to hoover anywhere, the noise would be too unfair on my neighbours.

As I was getting ready to go back into the main junk-room to the computer, I swear I heard someone talking to me from the hallway. I was convinced someone had come in through the front door and called my name out? Heard it as clear as a bell! A female voice it was!

I went into my Sherlock Holmesian Mode, I went to investigate, all was in darkness, no one was seen? I opened the door, and auto-motion lights were not on, so it couldn’t have a been real voice? Am I going bonkers?

I changed into my ‘Lack of Confidence’ and ‘Questioning my sanity’ modes. What’s going on? Was it the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghost, succubuses, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? Of course, it could have been the Grim-Reaper.

Ah-well, I sent the new post to WordPress. Pinterested, a couple of photographs, then went on Facebook catch-up. The WordPress Reader section next. Then onto the commenting.

I had a look at the Your-Area newsletter for Nottingham. Top of the page, was instructions for lockdown in Sherwood, specifically:

I don’t recall seeing this notice in the magazine before.

I found the latest figures, not good, is it?

Nottinghamshire, it total, has had an increase in Covid-19 cases of 591, in one day! A really gruesome bit of news that is!

The Pop0lice have arrested someone, albeit a 16- year-old lad, for a serious stabbing incident.

Most of the reading was of a depressing nature, I’m afraid.

I stopped and went into the kitchen, to check on the Chilli-Con-Carne in the slow cooker again.

This time, this Jenny bought one, was far less fatty than the one I bought from Iceland earlier. I moved into a hob saucepan, and put some peas into the mix, then got some red pepper sliced and into the slow cooker, to add later on. Ir was looking good to me! I returned to the computer and updated this diary further, as far as here.

About an hour later, I went to check on the peppers. Only to find, I had not turned the electricity on at the socket! It’s times like these that I feel a right idiot! 

I finished making the CCC (Chilli-Con-Carni) and got it served up. It was delicious, I took a photo of it, it looked so good! Unfortunately, in the morning I realised I’d left the SD card in the computer! Gnatwrangles!

Getting to sleep was difficult, thought-storms, fears, embarrassments, guilt etc.

Incubus Inchcock, Tuesday 12th January 2021 Diary

Ah, memories!

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Tuesday 12th January 2021

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 12fed Ionawr 2021

23:35hrs: I stirred into ersatz life, saw the dirty food tray on the side-chair, involuntarily passed a ginormous blast of wind from the rear end, and as the innards began to be and bubble, I was forced to evacuate the c1968 recliner with rude-haste, to get to the Porcelain Throne.

No time for any catching my balance routine. I urged my wobbling-bellied body, off to the Throne, without any incident.

But what a session this one was; The easiest for many months. No effort required on my part. Swiftly evacuated without any pauses, not too messy, and absolutely pain-free! Grrreat! Of course, there is always something not right! The bleeding was mucusy, like yesterday, but far less of it this morning. Hey-Ho!

I washed afterwards, and whistling to myself with the joy of a pain-free passing, I collected the tray and plate from last night and took them to be washed in the kitchenette. My semi-contentedness, brought on by the excellent evacuation, was short-lived. In my haste to get to the wet room, I’d not put my slippers on – which made it all the more painful for me when I stubbed my toe against the corner of a floor cabinet! Oh, course I didn’t yelp, swear, squeal, yell, sulk, grit my teeth, or get bothered about this in the slightest. I merely smiled to myself and muttered silently, “Ah, well, it can’t be helped” Cough-cough! Ahem!

I went to put the kettle on, in a slightly different limping mode and decided to make a brew of Glengettie tea, in the larger mug this time. I picked the mug from the hook… just as Nicodemus’s neurotransmitter played up. It seemed to happen quickly, and there I was, looking down a the broken mug on the floor! The fact that it had only broken into two pieces seemed to fascinate me.

I casually, calmly, collected the two bits from the floor. There was no swearing, asking the Lord why he gave me such ailments, self-pity, anger or frustration at all. Humph! Then, I proceeded to make a brew in the small China mug.

Took the medications for last night that I’d missed again (Yes, it’s worrying innit?) Then made up an evening pot of tablets for later.

I got the computer on and pondered for a while after opening the Google Calendar. It pointed out that the Matron had not called yesterday? Also, I had a Sainsbury order (06:30>07:30hrs) and also a Morrisons one (12:00 > 14:00hrs) coming today.

How I managed to order them for the same day, I don’t know, but there you are. “Disabilities, abeyance, absent-mindedness,  old age, fatuity, analphabeticness, and sheer stupidity rule my life nowadays! Clapnangles!

I pressed on with the updating of the Monday blog. Got it done, and posted it to WordPress. Emailed the link. Pinterested a couple of photographs, and ent on Facebooking catch-up.

Started on this post, and got up to here, then got the Health Checks done. The SYS had come down, from 164 to 161, which was a pleasant surprise, now I hope it will continue to stay low. But hopes are not hight, I’m not that lucky. Pulse had also gone down a smidge, in fact, it looks from the reading history, that it old pulse is on the wane?

97, slowly down to 76 today? Still, it did start far too high at 97 last week. Hehehe!

The Chinese manufactured body temperature Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, was okay though, at 36.5°c.

Then I visited the WordPress Reader section. I just had time to check the comments come in and reply, then off to get the early ablutions done (The Sainsbury order [Oh, Gawd what substitutes will they send?] arriving so early.

The ablutionisationing was slightly fraught at first. SAS (Spatial-Awareness-Spiros) got it wrong as I entered the wet room, and I clouted the right shoulder heftily. I swore under my breath. But on the bright side, it did not set off SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), and by the time I was cleaning the teeth, the pain had gone. Cause Toothache Terence had taken over as the chief Ailment Agitator! Tsk!

But after that Accifauxpa, things went much better. A stand-up session, of course, considering the time of day it was. The feet toes and legs were looking better, they even had some colour to them. The total dropsies committed was only about six or seven! Just two nicks shaving! The medicationalisation was almost painless and bloodless! No loss of balance dressing, either! Yes! Smug Mode Grade-Two Engaged! 

On exiting the wet room. I tackled some handwashing in the kitchen sink. Pyjama bottoms, a long-sleeved t-shirt and the thick woolly bob cap. All, rinsed, fabric conditioned, wrung and hung to dry on coathangers above the sink. They should be dry by about August.

I was doing some work on this blog at last, and the intercom flashed and chirped it not loud-enough ring tone tune. It was the Sainsbury’s driver chap. I explained about him having to ring the flat number, on the entry panel, then I can press to open the door. But it didn’t ring. A bit of a panic now, I set out to get down to see the man, hoping he wouldn’t be coming up at the same time and we missed each other. As I got to the lift, both cages were on their way up, so I waited in the foyer in case it was that man coming. And it was, no idea how he gained entry, but pleased he did.

Back to the flat, and the lad put the goods in the box and carriers for me, some came in carriers as well. I offered him a can of mixer, Vodka or Gin, but he didn’t want one, bless him. He didn’t half make a noise when he was leaving. I hope Malcolm or Josie were disturbed. I took the things through to the kitchen, for sorting out.

The joy of joys, they’d sent some Chilli Con Carni. And a small loaf of Sourdough sliced farmhouse bread, I can share this and the grapes when and if they arrive from Morisons later on, with Jenny, Nora and Frank. The fridge is now cram-packed again! Cleaners stocked up, too. Canned goods now in reserve as well. If, and I say, if, Morrisons supply the fresh tomatoes, grapes, Pretzels and grated red Leicester cheese, I’ll be happy! (My being happy happened once in 1959, you know, I remember it well!) No razers sent again, though!

I got the all the stuff stuck where I could find space, and the Jenny supplied minced beef was prepped and in the slow-cooker, and on the go. I dug out the leeks from the fridge and got them washed, sliced and added to the mix.

I, rather bravely I thought, added some Chill Con Carne herbs and spice in the pan and stirred it well. Ah, I just remembered, I’ve ordered some yellow peppers from Morrisons. Not, that this means I’ll get any from them, they might be out of stock, or may substitute them with bleach, clothe-pegs or maybe cream cakes? More likely with me just spending the minimum amount on getting a free order delivered, they will be conveniently out of stock. Then they can charge me a £7 delivery fee? Bitter, me? Suspicious, me? Yes! 

I called Jenny to see how her walk outside yesterday with Nora and Frank went. Not very good, she said. As they all got out of the flat lobby, they were greeted with howling winds, and it was so cold with it! They sensibly cut the walk short and got back to the comfort and warmth of the flat. I don’t blame them either! I asked if they would take half of the delivered sourdough bread, and if they come from Morrisons, half of the grapes as well.

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Nokia I took the bag of bits up to Jenny’s flat, taking my Xiaomi Mi 10i 5G, Qualcomm® SM7225 Snapdragon 750G 5G mobile phone with its Quad Camera, and 8GB RAM along with me… Oh, all right, my 1980 Nokia!

I left the bag near her door, the bell was not working, so I tapped on the door, and withdrew, back to the lift lobby. Where stayed for what must have been 15-minutes, trying to get a cage to stop that didn’t have someone in it going down, there were four times this happened. And only one of the people in the lift had a mask on. Which I thought was naughty!

Eventually, an empty elevator arrived, as I got inside and press for the 12th-floor button – Hello, the mobile phone has chirped to life…

Oh,  ‘eck! I’ve just got an email, no, a text message I mean,  from Amazon, who I have ordered the Morrison stuff from. It tells me that an Amazon shopper has started working on my order, and will contact me about substitutions! This does not bode well! Reminding me that it would arrive within 1½ hours.

Back in the flat, and I decided to get some very late brekkers to concentrate on sulking while eating it. Hehehe! Cheesy curls, two min pork & puckle pies, and some of the substituted by Iceland sausages – which were thrown away at the very first bite, Gawd! They were fatty and greasy. Eurgh! I would have eaten and maybe enjoyed the lemon dessert, but Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failed just as I picked it up to take off the lid. Bending down to clean up did BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) no good, and she kicked off. I wish I could get some extra Codeines, she was giving me some stick now. 

Then, over the next fifteen minutes or so, I kept getting messages about the substitutions, with an email address to go to, and make decisions on some substitutions! With the neurotransmitters going on and off, manipulating the buttons was difficult. When I tried to scroll down to get the rest of the three-lined address to use, the phone kept going back to the ready-mode, and I had to get back into the messages options again. I gave up in the end.

Then, the same message came in yet another three times! Each time I tried to scroll down, the mobile went back to the options screen, I was failing fed-up, and furious! I went on the Amazon site to look at my orders, but nothing of the substitutions. Gragglespitgurgle!

The mobile then rang with a call coming in. The Amazon chap, with a strong accent that made understanding him difficult, spoke. It was the Amazon Picker/delivery man. I asked him where he was, but the reply was spoken too fast to gather what the chap said, I asked slowly and un-stutteringly as I could, “Are you outside the building?” Aha! Progress, I got a clear ‘Yes’ in return! Please stay where you are, I’ll come down to you! Farcical, I’m not sure if either of us were understanding the other.

I got the stick, a big mistake not taking the walker guide trolley, cause I wanted to get down quickly and not miss the bloke. When I got down on the ground floor lift lobby, it was pandemonium, but organised. The upgrading workmen were very busy and putting up single scaffolding, floor to roof. I hastened outside, but could not locate the Amazon man, anywhere?

I thought I saw the caretaker earlier talking one of the workmen, so went back in and found him, asking if he’s seen an Amazon man. “No!” So that was the end of that conversation. As I began to adopt a panic mode, I heard a voice from behind, and I turned to look. It was desk-top-dancer, Warden Deana, with the Amazon man, she was carrying the bottled water for him, he had the bags of fodder.

It seems I guess, that he had gone to Winwood Court in mistake. Which is to me, understandable. We have Winchester Court, Winwood Court and Woodthorpe Courts, if that is not confusing for not been before delivery drivers, the complex is called Winwood Heights! Hearing what was said was out of the question, midst the working noise, but I was shepherded into the lift, the bottles were put in with me by Deana, and the Amazon man, with the brown bags, got in.

Up to the dinky-mini-apartment,  Amazon Man placed the things through the door for me, he was a decent sounding chap.

He kindly accepted a can of Vodka & lime mix in thanks, and off he went.

I put the cases of water in the hallway and got the other things into the kitchen. I’ve taken to this spring water lark. I add just a drop of cordial to each bottle, so it’s not too sweet, and drink it every day. The Urologistrecommended this when she told me I had to drink much more, but not tea!

The three substitutions were:

  • A bag of Gigantic Green and red capsicums, in place of a small bag of yellow mini-peppers. Too hot for me, although I kept the red pepper.
  • For the assorted Special Cheeses selection bag of rare, different cheese portions, the most disappointing substitutes sent crap weak cheddar ones that were low-fat. Eurgh!
  • The black grapes were red ones, but that didn’t matter at all.

I set to sorting the items not wanted, for Jen, Nora and Frank to enjoy. Got them in a bag, in the trolley guide, and down to Jenny’s apartment again. Left the bag, rang the none-ringing bell, tapped on the door, and back to the elevator and up back to number 72.

I called Jenny later, and she told me that Frank will think it’s his birthday, with the Chestnut mushrooms, cause she hates them and Frank loves them, so they agreed, not to buy any. Hehehe! The subbed or ordered food wrongly will not go to waste, Jenny and Nora always see to that for me, bless them ♥.

The weariness dawned as is usual. But my hunger and interest in food had waned align with my mental and physical energy. And Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were on and off continually, this has never happened before. Making physical contact with the right hand, and anything touched or picked up, dangerously droppable! Also, the innards had suddenly started gurgling? I abandoned the homemade chilli idea and turned off the cooker, hoping things with Nicodemus would be easier later on, or tomorrow.

I made up a sad-looking late nosh. I had some sourdough bread, well-buttered with it, I wasn’t up to any dessert eating.

I got washed and settled down and managed to eat everything, and heavenly sleep arrived so quickly and lasted for about, wait for it… FIVE unbroken HOURS!

Pshaw! Wowee! and Grrreat!

Insecure Inchy’s Sunday 10th January 2021, Diary

TFZeress Betty

Sunday 10th January 2021

Swedish: Söndag 10 januari 2021

00:45hrs: I was re-envigorated, (speaking loosely), back to life, with vague bits of flotsam and jetsam milling about in the brain, about the dream I’d been having. It was not enough to remember exactly what happened, but I knew I was underground, in caves possibly, and being pursued by an angry mob. That’s all, really… Oh, and I was young and fit!

A few moments later, getting my monolithic-sized stomached body free of the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner, the need for the Porcelain Throne became apparent. And it grew more urgent by the second! My swaying, butt-gripping wobble to the wet room, (I could have qualified for entry into the Ministry of Funny Walks competition) with the addition of Balance-Loss-Leslie, must have been one of the most hilarious to look at, I’ve ever done.

The jammies and PPs were almost torn off in my haste, I landed on the plastic raised bog contraption with such a bang, and I was off-target a smidge. Harold’s Haemorrhoids paid the price! The evacuation started straight away, and it flowed, for a long time, but without any interruptions, or pain! Damned messy though, and heavy bleeding too, (I assume from the poor old piles taking a battering as I plonked my bum down?) A good bit of cleaning up had to be done again. No doubt about it, Trotsky Terence is making a comeback and won the DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle) for supremacy, over Constipation Konrad.

As I turned from the washbasin after medicating and cleaning, the adventitious right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance kicked-off, with a short but brutal flailing performance. Neuropathic Pete has been overdoing the dancing over the last few days. But this time, he caused me no injuries, I was lucky enough to be in the middle of the wet room, used the sink to hold onto, and I was too far away from anything lethal to knock into or against. Also, the attack only lasted about 30 seconds, so no falling over involved either. I could not help it.

Feeling a little perkier with my having a spot of good fortune, I got the Health Checks done, the terrible ‘Hum’ became louder, a lot louder suddenly? Humph! You can’t win ’em all!

The sphygmomanometer, made in China for Boot’s, knocked back mt Smug-Mode a bit, the SYS was right up to 183, and that was just after the evacuation involuntary right leg neuropathic dancing bout. But the pulse was still lower and fine.

My Hong Kong manufactured Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading, was fine again, at 36.9°c, and in the green. The urge for a brew of Glengettie was yielded to this morning, as the Terence Toothache, didn’t feel so tender. (I am a Fool!)

I got the kettle on, opened the light & view-blocking, hard to get at to clean, new kitchen window, to take a photo of the view. The Nikon camera was not working again, so I had to use the Canon, which is not very good at taking night pictures at all. I doctored this photo on CorelDraw, to make it a little lighter.

Back to the front room and got the computer on, the tea was cool enough now, so I took the medications with it, then got down to sorting the updating of yesterdays blog. I remembered to put the nurses visit who phoned and woke me last night to inform me, she’d be calling Monday, onto the Google calendar. Got the photos uploaded from the SD card, then worked on the updating. I got it done and posted it off. Emailed the link, then Pinterested some snaps, and went on the WP Reader.

A wee-wee, then I passed some involuntary wind and wound up on CorelDraw, to create a few thought graphics for the IT. I got three done, then it was time to get the ablutions done, so I will have time to get Josie’s meal done.

Things got ridden with Confusional Conrad while I was taking the shave and shower. All memories from here have moments of lucidity, and blank periods, only a few scribbled notes to work from, in the morning?

The ablutions were a complete blank.

Found this photo.

The waste bags were gone, so I assume I made some up and added them, to those in the box and took them to the chute.

Jane rang, rang back. Cooking Josie’s and made meals at the same time, for Josie and me.

Dropped a saucepan, and also I think my dinner bowl. I woke later in the recliner, with a sharp pain in my right hip, so I may have gone over at some stage.

Delivered Josie’s nosh, found photo’s I could not remember taking.

I felt more confused, but I just plodded on, I think. I recall getting some Iceland minced beef, the fatty so-called less than 5% fat packet I started last week and froze it.

Dizzy Dennis attacked regularly, and the weariness forced me to get my head down earlier than ever before.

Found this picture from the ablutioning.

Fell asleep in the chair, woke with the right Hippy Hilda in agony, and was not sure if the door chimes went or not in my sleepy haze. I investigated and found a bag from Jenny with pickled eggs and minced beef outside the door. Bless her.

I drifted into having no idea what I was doing at this stage. I was sure I’d forgotten something.

Shattered and discombobulated as I was, I could not get back to sleep for hours, and could not think clearly, which helped me cope with the sudden sanity-testing, over-active Thought-Storms.

I seem to recall that the minced beef Chilli con carne was fatty. Thank heavens Jenny has got me some better sort for the next CCC. Thanks, Jenny, I’ll get the money down to you after the nurses have been today (Monday). So kind of you.

Not sure if I’ve missed anything out, one of my worstest periods of blank incertitudes for a long time.