Inchcock – Monday 6th July 2020: Toothache Thomas, Dizzy Dennis and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failing, ruled the day. (Niggleclump!)

TFZers Linda & Thomas Living it up!

Monday 6th July 2020

Italiano: Lunedì 6 Luglio 2020

23:30hrs: Woke up in need of a wee-wee, struggled out of the recliner to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), for a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode leak, and believing it to be much later than it was, stayed up. I went to the kitchenette to make a brew of Glengettie tea.

I banged my ankle against the cupboard door edge, silently swore and questioned my parentage, and then noticed how different the skyline looked this morning.

I got the kettle on the boil and took four shots of roughly the same view in different modes on the Canon. The second one was nearest to the actual area I was shooting.

Then got the Health Checks done. All the readings looked fine today. (Worrying, Hehe!) The body temperature showed just as ‘Low’ once again. I took the medications and got to the computer to get the updating of the Sunday blog done.

I tried uploading the photos from the SD card to Computer Cameron, but would it have it? I spent ages, unplugging and replugging things, tried the built-in cardholder drive, and eventually, a long time later, when I was beginning to panic a bit by then, the MS Pictures thingy, suddenly read the card. Phewski! I’m expecting further trouble with this next time I take and try to import a photo. Sulk-Mode-Engaged! 

Updated the gallery, and made a template ready for today (this one), and then got on with the updating of Sunday’s blog. Although the best efforts of occasional Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter nerve ends failing, I got the Diary finished and posted within two hours.

Then made a start on this blog. The tummy-ache was still lingering a bit. I’ll need the Throne soon methinks. But its a positive indication that the Macrogol is working, not too much, I pray! Hehe!

I sent the links off, visited the WordPress Reader, then onto Facebooking. Put some washing in the sink bowl to soak, then got the ablutions tended to. And it was a very-copacetic session. Until the very end, but still.

Ablutionalisational Session Report:

  • As I went in the door, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Perfect timing, cause the Macrogol had done its job, and the whole evacuation went smoothly, but not painlessly, of course. Not messy, mind!
  • One nasty event here. Nicodemus’s nerve ends played up as I was using the electric toothbrush, and Toothache Thomas has started hurting such a lot more now! Klunglebogworthiness!
  • Nicodemus again caused a few dropsies of the razors. But his best efforts, only produce two tiny-little nicks shaving. Smug-Mode (Temporarily)-Engaged!
  • Are you ready for a shock? One, I repeat only ONE dropsy showering! (Mind you, it was the gel bottle, and it landed right on the big right toe!)
  • Little-Inchy’s fungal lesion was not bleeding!
  • Nothing knocked off of the floor cabinet when drying off!
  • The medicationalising of the tender areas went fabulously well, and pain-free! (Toothache Thomas is giving me enough! Schluberdubersnarl)
  • Getting dressed was one of the easiest for ages! No loss of balance or tumbling over, no banging any body-parts on the doors, Sock Glide, Shower chair, or Arthur Itis had calmed down amazingly!
  • My legs, however, were looking almost normal! A bit more meat on them, the Clopidogrel lumps and lesions were hard to find, and the veins were still hidden under the flesh, just like they were yesterday!
  • The uncut toenails, the painful, crippling toes, were worse than ever pain-wise. Now they did have Clodiogrel allergy marks on them. Still, it gives them a little character? Hehehe!

I felt a smidge of confidence, an iota of contentment, and pleased as punch at how things went. I even started singing to myself as I went to the kitchen to get the waste bagged sorted out… Oh, dear!

I found I’d left the hot water tap running in the sink! So that will be cold until tonight when the heating comes on! Knackwrangles!

I’d left the window open. The kitchenette light on. And had not cleaned and disinfected the grey bucket yet! Spittlisations! So did it.

My mood, although variable since I came back to mock-life, was now as Elvis sang, ♫Way Down!♫.

I was determined not to get feeling all depressed again! I decided I’d get the waste bags sorted out and onto the three-wheeler, to take them to the waste-chute and the white recycling bag down to the caretakers’ room, then go out for a little hobble along Chestnut Walk and take some photographs. See, did you notice that? I made a plan! Haha! I was quite looking forward to it!

I got to the chute-room, without any problems, and got the four small black bags down the waste chute, with ease, no banging into anything or loss of balance. Good stuff!

Getting down the lift was a problem though. We can still, and rightly so, only use one of the elevators, the right-hand side one. So, when you press for a lift, the left one comes down, and the doors open, but I shouldn’t use that one. This means you have to step in and press the ground floor button, then with any luck, as it goes down, I can push for the lift again, and the residents one should arrive. There was a nurse in the left-hand contractors’ cage when it arrived. I smile inanely at her and waited for the elevator to go down, pressed the call button again, and the right one came along.

As the cage got to the ground floor and I stepped out with the trolley, all hell suddenly broke loose! Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley, and Toothache Thomas kicked off! How I kept my balance, I don’t know, but I was rather pleased with myself for doing so. No injuries or bruises, apart from a twisted knee and the uncut toes hurting.

I limped through to the caretakers’ passage with the big bag of recyclables. One of the chaps took it off of me and deposited it in the big green bin for me. Thanked him, I mentioned that I was going to take a walk along Chestnut, and take some photos. But I was not confident about this.

The plan was to take snaps at the far end behind the flats (one on the right here), then to limp along to the entrance end of Chestnut Walk, and hopefully, to get some interesting pictures taken. As I took this picture, I could sense Dizzy Dennis coming back for a visit.

I turned and took a picture of the resident’s cars at the dead-end, and Dizzy attacked, and I stood still for a while, leaning on the trolley, pretending to me just taking in the view. But the dizzies stayed, and I decided to go back inside and not go on a hobble after-all. Walking bothered the toes anyway.

Once inside, the caretaker opened the door for me, and I, without even thinking, got into the wrong lift, the dedicated contractors left one! This took my mind off of the ailments, but made me feel a fool and guilty at the same time!

I spotted a notice telling us the roof terrace on top of Winwood Court was open, reminding us about social distancing, etc.

I wonder if was can use the walk-through passage to get into Winwood yet?

Back in the flat, I got some water in the saucepans in case I need any hot for anything before the heater comes on in six hours’ time. I foolishly made a hot drink of my beloved Thompsons Punjana tea but threw it away. Toothache Thomas would not approve of my drinking anything hot. I also took two extra painkillers.

I reckon there will be three possible outcomes of doing this, well, maybe four. One: I’ll fall asleep (One was a 60g Codeine). Two: I’ll have another stroke. Three: I’ll cut myself and bleed to death. And Four (The best choice): The pain from the toes and toothache will become bearable. Ahh!

I realised I’d forgot to take the glass jars with me! So I limped down with them to the green bin. I knocked on Josie’s door to see how she was going on my way down. She was fine, handed me the cutlery, plate, and tray from her Sunday lunch, said she enjoyed it. I left the tray and things outside my front door and went down to the glass recycling bin. When I got back, I spotted a medicine bottle that I’d also forgot to take. It can wait!

I did some updating on this diary and then went on CorelDraw to do some graphics. I got a couple done.

Then, it happened again! Fortunately, for only a few minutes, and self-corrected itself. (I wish I could do that with myself, Hehe!) .

I turned everything off computer-wise and started the meal preperationing.

A healthy-looking plateful was finally dished up. Tomatoes, Surami sticks, battered fish strips, a few red grapes, and some uneatable, cardboard tasting buttered bread thins (they had to go in the bin). Got nosh served up.

As I was doing the washing of the pots, the evening sun came out, and I took a shot of it. I’m not sure if the white spots are reflections or muck on the camera lens. Dirty lens methinks, though!

After piddling about at cleaning up a bit, I settled to watch some DVD, ‘Last of the Summer Wine’ Christmas Specials. I nodded repeatedly, got to the end of the long DVD, having watched maybe half an hour in total of the three-hour disc.

Took the belated evening medications, I had a wee-wee, and was thinking of putting on the TV but blessedly fell asleep.

The landline rang out and flashed! It was Nurse Hristina, telling me she would be a lot later in the morning, and it might be the afternoon when she arrives to take the blood. I thanked her muchly for letting me know, and I got back down…

I stubbed my toe on a leg of the swivel chair on the way to the recliner. I winced and grimaced, but held back the ‘Argh’s’ and curses. .Silver Lining Search Result: Toothache Thomas had died down a lot (maybe due to the extra painkillers taken?), and Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley had stopped altogether!

It took a while to get to sleep. Still, when, despite a little hypnagogia, Sweet Morpheous did arrive, I got in about four uninterrupted hours, along with the odd few minutes here and there earlier, I think it must have added up to six-hours of obliviousness to worries, and it felt good! Excellent!

 

Inchcockski – Monday 29th June 2020: Discomforting, diuturnal doings of a baffling nature!

Monday 29th June 2020

Igbo (Africanus Horton): Mọnde 29th June 2020

02:00hrs: After many false wake-ups, I had to make this one real, cause I needed a wee-wee, again! I fought my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, dilapidated, not working, uncomfortable, Haemorrhoid-damaging, rickety recliner, to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). It had been well-used overnight, so many times I thought I must have worn the carpet down! Hehe! 

However, the content level barely covered the bottom of the bucket. Each sprinkling session during the night got smaller, or less than the previous one. This effort lasted for about a painful four seconds! I reckon I’ve got another urine infection. The colour was white and cloudy. Hey-ho! 

But at least it got me up, and when I stubbed my toe on the edge of the hearth, this ensured I was fully awake, and the brain started to activate. Not logically, but it was nice to pretend.

 I took the bucket for cleaning and sanitising, and I found I needed the Porcelain Throne while I was in the wet room.

Well, agony hardly covers how painful this was! I needed to exert a lot of pressure to get things moving… But it was Rock-solid! Half in, half out, the motion stalled! The pain did remain, for ages, a quick bash at the crossword until I got it going again! The sight of all the blood shook me for a second or two. I decided not to photograph the view!

A good cleansing session and some Germoloid cream applied to the rear-end.

Despite the agony of the evacuations, I still found time to cringe at the pain from the uncut toenails and feet.

To the kitchenette. I took the morning medications first, then got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks. Which came out much better today. The earhole temperature was 62.2°c.

Then I tried to take a scan photo of the roadway below, but the shaking made every effort fail. Blanglebotherations!

So I tried taking two shots, and later manipulated them as best I could together, (Not very good!) and grouped them, converted to Bitmap, and trimmed them down. I wonder if I’ll ever be capable of taking a scan-shot again? Probably not. Humph!

No red vehicles in view for Billum?

I launched myself into updating the Sunday blog. It took me a while as Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were as usual, on and off. Silver Lining Results: Saccades Sandra, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and Shaking Shaun was all in a good mood!

I got it done, sent off the Email link, then I went on the WordPress Reader section. Commenting, then made up the template for and started this post going.

I took a break and went to make another mug of tea, fancying the Extra-Strong Assam this time.

I was getting trembling sensations from the right ankle and top of the leg? I took a picture of the pins, but they looked the same as they did yesterday. Well, no, that’s not right. The upper legs were retaining fluid, and they were not like this earlier?

Of course, the uncut toenails and soles of the feet, they hurt when I just look at them! Hahaha!

It suddenly got lighter or rather, brighter outside. Can it be the sun trying to get through this early in the day? No sooner had I took this picture than things went all dark again.

Then, of course, it had to happen! Hobbling back to the computer room, and I had a cracking toe-stubbing, again on the electric fire hearth! I believe I did quietly pass a few naughty words and may have questioned the parentage of my bad-luck! Sorry!

I went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. Then got some black bags made up, to to the waste chute, then took the big blue bag of recyclables down, out and around to the caretakers’ room. The only person I met, going and returning to the flat, was a nurse waiting for the lift.  It was a smidge dark again outside, a few spots of drizzle occasionally, and the wind was getting higher.

Got in the flat, and had a check around to make sure things were safe for me to hibernate in the wet room, taps, heater, lights etc. not left on or open, and get the ablutions sorted out.

Ablutionalisticalisationing Report – Overall rating: 7/10!

  • Coped with cleaning the teeth, Toothache Thomas not too bothered! Toothbrush and paste, one dropsy each, only!
  • Shaving: Dropsies; Shaving foam spray, razors (3), Cuts a few. (3).
  • Showering; Dizzy Dennis visit, and dropped the carbolic soap (2), flannel, and back brush.
  • Drying off; Knocked a lot of stuff off of the floor cabinet, but had the Jenny supplied picker-upperer at hand to make life easier.
  • Medicationalisationing; Applying the Cortisone cream, a little over-enthusiastically, and started Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding.
  • Kept my balance dressing and didn’t walk into anything on the way out!

Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I (sedulously and safely) made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. While doing so, I thought I could hear a rattling noise from somewhere, so I went to investigate around the flat. Turns out, it the wind blowing the glass panes about on the balcony. It was still dark, but no proper rain yet.

I espied some red coloured cars at the dead-end if Chestnut Walk. The end window, although I was brave enough to try and use the metal spring clips, that traps and bruises fingers, perfect idea for old folks balcony windows. Indeed, this very opener has had two Nottingham City Homes workers already! But I couldn’t get it to open. Too tight! But no bother for an agile, fit, young man like wot I am! I hung out of a front window and lurched my body to the right, and with the camera strapped to my hand. And managed to take this photo on the right, of the vehicles!

Coming back in the flat, I was about to allow myself another moment of deserved Smugness… Then stubbed the same flipping toe on the raised balcony step! Grumblecronkackers! Globblegripes! Gangleboggleisations! Granglesknackersbuggerit!

Oh, dearie me, all that care taken not to trap my fingers in the lethal metal spring-clip, that needs to be pushed and pulled at the same time to operate it, then I go and stub the toes again! I was so angry with myself.

I decided to make another mug of tea, Extra-Strong-Assam I think this time, take another pain-killer, a 60g Codeine. Because things are getting painful now! Anne Gyna, Toothache Thomas, Little Inchies fungal lesion, Haemorrhoid Harold and now the stubbed toes, sore pads of the feet, and the so uncomfortable uncut toenails have made an alliance between themselves methinks: To ‘Give Inchcock Excruciating, Agony, and wretched-purgatory’. They’ll probably be planning my next serious Whoopsiedangleplop or Accfauxpas at this moment. Hahaha! Well, it feels like it! I dread to think what Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus have up their sleeve for me! Gehenna, here I come!

I got this meal prepped, and settled to eat it—a Flavour Rating of 5.5/10.

Uncle Dizzy Dennis came on after I’d eaten it, I put the tray on the other seat and blissfully, soon dropped off to into a much-needed sleep.

Minutes later, the door chimes rang out, both of them. I grumpily rose up and went to the door. It was Josie waking me yet again! Bless her, she felt she had to keep giving me stuff in return for the Sunday meals. And she gave me some blackcurrant cakes. Dia Bete’s cannot be happy about this. I thanked her, but was wrangled at being woken up again! Mustn’t blame her, she can’t help forgetting things, any more than I can’t get any sleep!

Dizzy Dennis came on again as I resettled. Sleep, my disturbed Sweet Morpheous, did not want to return. I got more uptight, and when I did eventually drop off, nightmares flourished and woke me up with a jolt! I fought to get back to sleep.

Then the landline rang and flashed! Out of the chair, banged my knee on the Ottoman, got to answer the phone. It was the Phlebotomy Nurse calling to say she’d arrive between 08:00 > 09:00hrs in the morning. Thank her! Tried to make a note in my head for tomorrow and the Morrison Delivery being so late, and I must not forget it is coming!

Then I gave up completely on getting any proper sleep, and got a brew made, and onto the computer. Worra-lot-of-bovver!

Inchcockski – Sunday 21st June 2020: Lucubrations, and soliloquizing today. It didn’t help!

TFZer Jillie At her weekend getaway!

Sunday 21st June 2020

Afrikaans: Sondag 21 Junie 2020

02:30hrs: I stirred into mock-life, realised I needed a wee-wee, and dismounted the £300, c1968, second-hand, sickeningly-beige-coloured, none working, ramshackle, uncomfortable in the extreme, rusty, rickety, near-lethal, recliner, I also needed the Porcelain Throne. With Duodenal Donald stabbing at me, and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley getting active, off to the wet room I stumbled.

The Throne session was similar to yesterdays. Quick, not messy, but so painful! After flushing three times, I gave up. I’ll give it another try later. Tsk!

Arthur Itis knees were slowly getting to that early-warning stiffness again. Avast, all ye landlubbers! There be rain, or a storm coming soon! I don’t know why I said that? Hehehe!

Washed the dandies and disinfected the contact points, then off to the kitchen.

The scene outside was showing no signs of any fog or mist, it was beautiful with the scattered lights. I took what I thought with the view on the Canon screen, was a decent picture of the morning view. But no, it came out horrible, as you can see.

Got the kettle on, and did the health checks. The sphygmomanometer readings were pretty good. The thermometer just indicated as ‘Low’. I took the medications, and bad a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and very tasty it was, too! For a few seconds…

The tea leaked out from the mug, onto the tray! Oh dearie me, it was the white mug that I thought had got through the Accfauxpas yesterday, when I dropped it, and it landed between the cooker, and counter.

I made the brew and went to fetch the milk from the fridge, came back and saw the escaping Glengettie Gold tea running out of what was a spider-crack in the mug! Schluberduberski!

Got Computer Cameron going, and checked the Emails first. I’d had a reply from WordPress, to my request to confirm the cancellation of my subscriptions. I’m more confused than ever now. The struggling memory tends to miss things from its own record completely, since the Stroke. Items likely to be lost or distorted, are recent events and new dilemmas, problems or computations.

As I pressed on with the updating of the Saturday post, Duodenal Donald began to ease off. (Bless him!) I got the update finished and posted off in good time. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I kept having to wee often, too regularly—all of the CMA’s (Cloudy-Mini-Amount) mode. I tried the flusher each visit, but the stubborn toilet paper still floats back on top!

As I started on this blog, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley became more active, but you can’t win ’em all! Struggling along at a snails-pace and ever-correcting mistakes, I realised I’d not sent off the link for the blog, or visited the WordPress Reader yet. So, I started with the WordPress Reader reading.

As I was answering comments, Saccades Sandra kicked off, and I had to stop, my vision was so bad and warped. No Dizzy Dennis, though, just the blurred sight.

I took a break and went to make a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea. Struggling to see to make it safely. I searched for a Saccades spray pot for the eyes. At a total loss as to where it is. I spent nigh-on an hour searching without any luck.

I also needed four trips to the wet room for CMA’s (Cloudy-Mini-Amount) wee-wees! I searched every room. Flushing again each time, the stubborn toilet paper still floated back on top! I had to manually remove it! Balderdashness! 

Back to the kitchenette. As the sky turned dark and foreboding! And few scattered large sized drops of rain started to fall from the heavens. Well, the farmers need it!f

I made the brew and back to Computer Cameron. The blurred vision slowly eased but did not clear altogether. I may have to cancel Josie’s cheesy potato nosh if the eyes don’t clear more. Still, a few hours go yet, time for improvement.

I noticed I had an email from Morrisons come in, so I investigated.

It told me that my delivery had arrived. Not being able to get an order in until Tuesday 30th June, this was puzzling and confused me somewhat. I went on the Morrison site and checked on my orders. There was no record of any delivery today on it. Phew! But is this a scam of some sort, or a cock-up on Morrison’s behalf? Am I going bonkers? Will I be charged? I do not need any more confusing.

The vision seems to have adjusted itself now.

I went on the TFZer, mine, and Winwood Heights Facebooking pages.

Time to get the ablutions done. I realised that I’d not injected the Enoxaparin! So limped to the kitchen and got it done. The weather was really brightening up now.

To the wet room, for the most exciting and varied session, I’ve had in a long time! 

First:

  • I needed to use the Porcelain Throne. Painful and quick again, as the first one. Once again, the flush did not clear the TP.
  • Doing the teeth and Toothache Thomas kicked off!
  • Tried the WC flush, failed to move the TP.
  • The shaving, I felt had gone well. (Huh!)
  • Tried the WC flush, failed to move the TP.
  • Got in the shower, and was having a great time, started at the top and worked my way down.
  • Saccades Sandra went blurry again, but not as bad as earlier on.
  • Tried the WC flush, failed to move the TP.
  • Coming out of the shower…

  • Oh, ‘ecky thump! I noticed the blood running down my chest and had an investigation.
  • It was the tiniest little cut on the ear lobe, not even the size of a pinhead!
  • Dabbed it with some after-shave, that did the trick. Made me jump, mind! 
  • Tried the WC flush, failed to move the TP. I got it out manually and rang it out, then wrapped it in a bag, and put it in the waste bin.
  • I still couldn’t find spray for the eyes anywhere.
  • But I did find a part tube of Germoloid when I search down behind the floor cabinet. (Thank heavens for Jenny’s picker-upperer ♥)
  • Got the PPs on without any difficulty.
  • Putting in the earhole’s olive oil, the pot, shot out of my hand, hit the wall and splashed into the toilet bowl! Grobbleknangles!
  • As I was leaving the room, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and Saccades Sandra combined forces to ensure that I hit the right shoulder and arm on the door frame! More bruises to display!

Nowt proper serious happened. But it would have gone down well on Candid camera? Hehehe! It could even be used as a script for a comedy sketch? Also, as I nursed my shoulder and went to get the pain gel out in the kitchen, I had to smile to myself.

I set about preparing Josie’s cheesy potato nosh. 50-minutes later I was delivering it to her on the tray. I forgot to photo it, Damnations! Still, she liked the look of it. Cod in batter, silverskin onions, gherkins, quartered tomatoes, surimi sticks, beetroot, and sliced mushrooms. With Marmite and Babybell cheese portions, lemon mousse. And a can of pink gin and tonic.

She offered me some chocolates, and I had to remind her of my diabetes, and kindly decline her kind offer. I told her she doesn’t have to give me anything, just for her to enjoy the food, that’s enough, all I want.

As I struggled back in the apartment door, I found an official-looking envelope on the floor. ♫ Dang, dang, dang… Dang! ♫ I opened it straight away, it was the AgeUK insurance renewal for the flat contents. Sixteen double-sided, A4 pages! Oh, dear! I must remember to ask Warden Deana tomorrow, to phone them for me when I beg her to try to get me an appointment with the Sherwood Health Centre, podiatrist again, at Elmswood Gardens! I pray that I’ll remember! I’m leaving the letter out near the TV and telephone.

I made an impulse move towards doing the washing, but stopped myself! There’s no point in doing them until I get my nosh ready. As I am having the left-overs from Josie’s nosh. I’ve got it all planned out what I’m going to have.

I’ll reheat the cheesy potatoes in the oven. Some mushrooms leftover, and some surimi-fish sticks, tomatoes and Marmite cheese.

I was going to reheat a portion of battered fish, but I forgot to turn off the oven after serving the meal, and it didn’t look too appetising to me! Hahaha!  I’ll make do with the surimi. Not really feeling very hungry yet, anyway.

I got on the computer and updated this diary up to here.

The precipitation pelted down, yet despite its ferocity, it was over in a few minutes, and the sun tried to get through. Too many clouds for a rainbow methinks.

Then I went on CorelDraw, to do some graphics for, and create tomorrow’s post template. Got a couple done, still more needed, but needs must, my phagomania forced food to the fore of my feather-brain.

Not one of better, indeed one of my worst meals ever. I’d got so many things wrong with the cooking and prep work, I threw more of it away than what I ate!

Unsatisfactory Areas:

  • Oversalted the spuds! The worst I’ve ever made in my life! (Shame, disgrace, my reputation as a Cheesy Potato-maker, shattered!)
  • Undercooked the mushrooms.
  • The Iceland chicken slices were like cardboard, but less tasty!
  • The tomatoes were bitter, acidy!
  • The new potatoes, well, they reminded me of cotton-wool buds!

This bothered me, not for myself, but poor Josie was served with the same cheesy potatoes. I must apologise to her in the morning.

However, the lemon mousse and apple pie were both delightful.

I got the pots washed, and put Computer Cameron to bed. Then settled my oleaginous, ponderosity, of a flabby-stomached body in the c1968 recliner. I got the Kitchen Nightmare programme on to watch, and the room almost lit-up as it came on. The sun had suddenly appeared through the clouds, almost instantly.

I picked up the camera, and as I stood up, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, (with her worst-damage control timing as perfect as ever) attacked. Causing my hand to go down between the chairs. I now have a slight swelling on two of my finger knuckles. Granglesknockersbuggerit!

I fumbled my way to the kitchen window and took these nephograms of the wonderfully moody looking clouds in the sky. I did a bit of nephelococcygia seeking, finding a few shapes of interest.

Took a wee-wee, and got my head down again.

Sleep was resistant again. But sweet Morpheus did arrive later, and for some reason not understood to me, when I was interrupted for wee-weeing needs, I got up and went to the wet room each of the at least four times overnight. Why I did not get the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) in use, remains another mystery. Incidentally, all of the wee-wees were of the unexpectedly SPUTE (Sharp-Persistent-Unwilling-To-End) mode.

Hey-Ho!

Inchcockski – Thursday 18th June 2020: Stubbed toe. Argh!

TFZers Marie, Roxie & Alfie, and some actor or other ♥

Thursday 18th June 2020 

Kinyarwanda: Ku Wa Kane 18 Kamena 2020

02:40hrs: No clinomania, or uhtceare this morning. After stirring and giving the grey-cells a moment to activate, I was in an unexpectedly perky frame of mind. Why I’ve no idea at all, but I was soon tackling and heaving the distorted, gross body from the recliner. Up got to my feet, grabbed the stick, caught my balance, and was limping off to the bucket for a wee-wee. For a PSLWW (Powerful-Short-Lived-Wee-Wee). 

Stumbled (The uncut toenails and soles of the feet were giving me some grief), off to the kitchen Arthur Itis was again, as yesterday, hardly any bother at all, just stiffness. This convinces me that more rain is to come.

I had a look through the thick-framed, letting rain in, unable to reach to wash, photographer-hating designed, new window. I took this snap, in auto-setting, of the morning view. There had been some more rain overnight, but not a lot. I sense we are going to get some, Arthur Itis tells me! I closed the window, and ent to make a brew, of Glengettie Gold tea.

My kakorrhaphiophobia was miffed for a few minutes or so, by some testing Accifauxpas. But somehow I did not get uptight or annoyed at all?

  • I dropped the milk making a right mess on the floor and my legs. I just quietly cleaned it up, no inner-cursing or bad language?
  • Then, when it got to my taking the medications out of the pods, as I broke the cover, static which had built up, threw the Codeine 30g up towards the roof. I’ve not found it yet!
  • Then the cup slipped as I was taking it to the counter to do the health checks. I can now confirm that fresh-made Glengettie Gold tea, spilling onto one’s legs, is not recommended! Humph!

Still relatively calm, I got the BP tests done. The results on the sphygmomanometer seemed fair enough. The thermometer showed 73°f. I was still puzzled as to why I was so calm about everything? Perhaps the last few problematical and testing nychthemerals, made me realise that things could always be worse?

04:10hrs: Hello, the rains coming heavier now. Nae bothers to me, I’ll start the updating of yesterdays blog. I got it finished at about 06:00hrs Posted and done. Sent the Email links. Went on WordPress reader. Then made a start on this blog.

Went for another brew making session, Thompsons Punjana, my current favourite.

The toes were stinging, so I took off the slippers. Then thought about it, not such a good idea after all; if I do any toe-stubbing, there’ll be no padding. Haha! I put the slippers back on, (it hurt though, Tsk!)

Then onto TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. Then did a template for tomorrow, had to rush it to get the ablutions done.

Well, what a set of farcical, farraginous, funny and unfunny incidents with the ablutions today! I came on in agony, bleeding and yet still contented in my little mind. Here’s what took place, as best as I can chronologically recall:

  • I needed the Porcelain Throne, which was not messy and over quickly. After five flushes, all failing to remove the contents, I gave up.
  • Started doing the teeth-cleaning. Apart from annoying Toothache Thomas, all went well. Grumplewuncks!
  • Shaving was another matter. As Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kicked into life, the shaving foam spent more time on the floor or in the sink, than being used! Grobognangles!
  • Several cuts little cuts, dropped the razors (6), the after-shave using it to stop the bleeding. Groggleknockers!
  • The shower head was dropped (Shirley was still visiting), landing on my right foot, via the stomach and left knee! Globberisations!
  • The rest of the showering was incident-free!
  • Moving the shower chair so I could get near the wall-heater to towel off and do the medication. I painfully banged my left knee, on the corner of the seat, as an involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Peter Schuhplattler dance. Unbelievable! I haven’t suffered one for a week or more, and it had to come at the wrong time! Grumbleconfusement
  • I’d left the Germoloid in the kitchen, or front room, so I used some of the Care brand gel on the haemorrhoids. Yeeeeoww! It’s not as anesthetised as the Gemoloid is.
  • Leaving the room, with the towel, camera and bottle of olive oil to refill, and things in my hands. I realised I had not turned off the wall-heater, or checked to see if the taps had been left running. So, (for me) I rushed back in, and of course, the shower chair was in a different position than usual after the fracas with it earlier… and I stubbed my right little toe on the metal leg! Gramshackle-Globberisations! Spittlisations!
  • Then had to clean the puddle of olive oil, I’d dropped, and test the camera to see if it had broken!

I took a couple of pictures with the Canon, of the stubbed toe and my knees, it seemed to be still working. Phew! The pins and patellas were looking extremely good! Their best for months! Clopidogrel Clive and the varicose veins had abated as well? I risked allowing a short period of Smugness to overcome me! Haha!

The rain outside was more like repeated showers. I’ll try to remember when I do the waste bags, to take a photo from a different perspective, through the tatty window near the chute room.

To the scullery, and got the kettle on. I was still in an accepting mood, and this concerned me. After all the bad-fortune of the previous hours, I found myself whistling? Yet, in agony with the knee and toes. I am a Nebekh!

Last time this happened, I lost 10 hours from my memory. Not that it is likely to happen again… but then, knowing my luck? I got the earholes olive-oiled again, made a mug of Gengettie Assam tea, and back on Computer Cameron, to update this blog.

After an hour or so, I remembered I’d not done the black bag sorting yet. (Yes, I know, it’s hard to believe that a man of my calibre can forget things!) Har-har!

I made up three small bags and didn’t need the walker, the bags were so little, it was easy for me to carry them. I put the camera in my pocket (See? I don’t always forget, Hehehe), and using the wooden stick, I hobbled to the waste chute room. The rain or shower was falling again, and I caught it on camera.

I got back and thought another brew, and I’ll get some graphicalisationing on CorelDraw done. So, I did!

Back in a bit.

I’m back. Jenny called while I was graphicalisationing. She reported that several tenants had been told this week, by Iceland’s, Sainsbury’s and Asda’s deliverymen, that they are not allowed inside the building anymore, and to come down to collect their foodstuffs! She wanted to warn me. And kindly said that if it happens to me, to tell them, I’m disabled, but will ring a friend to see of they can get down for me. Then to ring Frank and Jenny and tell them. We spoke about other stuff, but the memory of what was said is vague now. The worry over if this happens has got to me.

I was not concentrating very well.

Gave up on the computing, and got a meal sorted. I didn’t eat it all, which is a rarity.

Put the pots in the sink to soak, then got down in the £300, c1968, second-hand, sickeningly-beige-coloured, none working, ramshackle, uncomfortable in the extreme, rusty, rickety, at times near-lethal, yet none-working recliner.

Sleep came swiftly for once. Very Nice!

Wee-weeless and uninterrupted! For 5½-Hours!

Inchcock – Wednesday 17th June 2020: Lots of lucubrationing, fretting and failures today!

Wednesday 17th June 2020

Serbian: Среда, 17 Jуна 2020

03:00hrs: I stirred into life, with a raging headache. For a moment or two, I lay gathering what senses I could.  Then traces of the dream I’d been having, came back to me, in some detail too! I grabbed the pen and notepad from the Ottoman, and scribbled down the finer points, as the memories faded again. Later, when I get a chance, I’ll go through them and let you know what real insanity I dreamt of.

The need of the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I disentangled my ultra-thin limbs, and overly-stomached, flabby belly from the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner. I got up on my feet and caught my balance without much bother at all. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) Got the stick, and off to the wet room.

Without a doubt, this Porcelain Throne session was the easiest I’ve passed in many a month! But it was a messy one. Took no time at all, but cleaning up afterwards was a long, unpleasant job. Ah-well, can’t win ’em all! Still, the feet were looking a smidge better now. Not the Howard Hughes toes, though!

Sanitised and refreshed, I poddled off to the kitchen…

  Where I found the freezer door ajar! I closed it as quickly as I could. But it must have been opened for several hours. I dare not open it again yet. I’m praying some of the stuff will be useable when refrozen. Not that I am not expecting to be able to use much of the produce in it when I do. Just hope for the best. It is cram-packed full in there – and the possibility of my having to throw it all away. Bagging the waste-material into small bags so that they will fit in the tiny opening in the waste-chute. Too many trips to and from the room. Bending to get the stuff out, all put me on a bit of a downer. And I was hoping for a better day today, less stress, fewer incidents… Fool!

The fog had descended. There’s not much of a view outside this morning. I got the medicalisationing equipment out to do the Health Checks. I dropped the stick thermometer, but it still worked when I retrieved it with the picker-upperer.

The resulting figures all looked okay to me. No problems on the sphygmomanometer. The temperature just showed as ‘low’. If I’m not quick enough to get the instrument out of my ear-hole, the reading changes to low or high display. I was not fast enough – The story of my life there! Hahaha!

When I got to download the pictures later, I found this mystery photo? After applying my Sherlock Holmes-like investigative skills, I thought it was taken in the kitchen. When Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had a little play with me. I took the medications and made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea.

At long last, I got on Computer Cameron. I made up a template for today. Then I started updating yesterday’s blog.

I finished it and had a look at the notepad with the scribbled dream memories. But my handwriting was so atrocious, much of it was indecipherable. Tsk! Using a bit of recollection and the writing that I could understand:

  • I was throwing food from the cupboards out of the window on the balcony.
  • A crowd gathered and started shouting for specific items, Bacon, cornflakes, bread and pickled, onions were amongst them as I recall.
  • Police cars arrived and arrested the crowd, presumably for not Social distancing?
  • When the Marias arrived, and the citizens were taken away, more Officers arrived, each with a shopping list!
  • A Tannoy was used, as they shouted up for what they wanted.
  • One chap asked for cheesy mashed potatoes. I explained I haven’t made any. The policeman Tannoyed back, ‘Yes, you have, on the second shelf up in your fridge!’ Then threatened to arrest me if I failed to find any for him?
  • I threw some requested Glengettie tea bags out, and then I went to look in the fridge.
  • Sure enough, a little like Dr Who’s Tardis, I opened the fridge door and walked into it. There were stacks, piles of food, and inside was as big as a football pitch! Hundreds of my plastic plates with cheesy potatoes, too!
  • I was forever going to the fridge for more cheesy potato meals and back to the balcony.
  • They had set-up a winch system now.
  • I’ve no idea why, but Police Helicopters and red coloured Tiger Moth planes filled the skies?
  • The doorbells rang out their usual ♫ I only want to be with you, ♫ tune.
  • The hallway outside was cram-packed with people vying to get me to adopt a giraffe, panda or Elephant, supply drinking water, pay for medications, and to take out an over 50’s death policy. Argh!

Many other things happened, but nothing clear comes to mind. I think the dream ended as I was fighting off the insurance and charity mob. I’d written down three pages of memories on the notepad. Undoubtedly, one of my curioser, more vivid dreams, methinks. The nightmare bit was those ‘Over-50’s’ sellers!

It took me some time to get the tale of the dream done, (And three variable wee-wees). I went to make another brew, with hopes of getting this one drunk. Haha! 

I spotted through the mist and fog, a couple taking their dog for a walk. I did my best to photograph them, on Auto setting, but it didn’t come out too well.

Then, I went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. The mist is less now.

Time to see if I can get an order in for Morrisons. The last few times it’s taken between 2 to 4 weeks. I’ll give it a go.

Got it done! But I had to wait until Tuesday 30th June for a delivery slot. And that is a bit late in the day one. Unfortunately, 16:30 > 17:00 hrs. But the waiting doesn’t matter, as I have so much food in the flat at the moment, you wouldn’t believe how much!

Scary innit? Hahaha! By the time it arrives, I should be ready for it. In thirteen days, there should be room for it. Being the Unglefrogwoggling idiot that I am, I’m sure the recent Blank-Spots and Spells are the cause of my ordering food and not remembering, I’d done so.

I rang Sister Jane and Pete, as they have not answered my two emails sent yesterday, see if they are okay. The line (It always is) was bad, Jane rang me back. That was a bit better for hearing and understanding. Pete arrived near the phone, I wished him well with his experimental treatment at the City Hospital! When the conversation became three-way, I was lost altogether. Pete departed to do some shopping and check on his bank balance and investments. I then needed another visit to the Porcelain Throne. We parted, and I shot in the wet-room. When I say, shot…

I sat, sitting there for ages, convinced that something was about to erupt. But, No! Nothing moved, despite my firm belief that it was ready and willing, the innards refused to allow any evacuation! Still, I got a few more clues answered in the crossword book. 

Off to make another brew, this time of Thompsons Punjabi tea. I took a shot of the weather, still a bit misty, no signs of any rain. It doesn’t look the slightest bit like it’s going to be any precipitation! Inchcock wrong again!

Then I had a thought (I occasionally do), it doesn’t look like rain. So why are Arthur Itis’s knees losing pain and gaining stiffness? Every time they have done this in the past, rain or even a storm had come on the same day. I don’t suppose it matters, but my EQ faith suffers.

I had a check on the weather. That’s the weather than I was certain would produce rain today. Grobbleatkins!

Back to Computer Cameron, and went on the WordPress Reader section. That took me over an hour. I’d got behind with me reading, with the activity of the last few days. All caught up now.

I wet on the Nottinghamshire Live Full News Site. Here are the first few headlines on the page: Just to cheer you up, like!

Girl Found Dead in Nottingham Park.

Police close bridge as ‘pools of blood’ found following Nottingham shooting.

A teenager has been locked up after he stabbed a 20-year-old man during a “gruesome and violent” attack in Nottingham.

Millions of people in Beijing under new Coronavius restrictions. There have been 137 new cases in the last six days!

To make my day, the next page gave April’s Nottingham crime figures for my postcode.

Shuddering Shoulder Shirley kicked off again. Making doing any work on graphics impossible until, if, she gives me a break.

So, I got the nosh going. Despite my feeling half out of it, it was a decent looking and tasting effort, a little too much for me to eat it all, but I gave it my best shot! Flavour Rating: 8.2/10! After having eaten what I could of it, I was feeling more alert and aware of things.

Taking the things back into the kitchen to get them washed, it looked like an explosion had taken place. The mess I’d left from the cooking made the place look very untidy, a sausage lay on the floor near the stove, along with two halves of tomato, a fork, and an unidentifiable tablet—one of the small ones that all look the same, Furesomide, Beta-Blocker or a Codeine 30g. I think I was lucky that I didn’t leave the stove on, tap running, or window open. Shame-Mode-Adopted!

I tidied up a bit and got the washing done. And planned to get back to watch a re-run of a 2016 Euro match. Eventually, I got my head down to view the footy. Fell asleep, but woke up to see the penalty shoot-out, at least.

I got the headphones on, to watch and listen to a documentary on Channel 25, Freeview, there were not any subtitles on the programme.

However, when I went to make a brew, the EQ predicted rain arrived, but not a lot of it.

My new headphones on, and fell asleep, as expected. My waking up was a bit scary (Not really, but it made me jump). The right earpiece cover and foam, which I discovered was just stretched over the plastic, fell off. Falling down my shoulder, followed by the headphones, onto my Brobdingnagian-sized flobby-stomach is what woke me. I wondered what the heck had happened at first. Haha!

I set about trying to put the cover back over the ear-part. Not a good job, but it will do for now. Humph! 

Sweet Morpheous was reluctant again. Gragglespitness!

Inchcock – Tues 16 June: Wristwatch, camera, the 7inch hair mystery and more. (Sorry it’s a bit long, one of those days!)

TFZers: Garden Party?

Tuesday 16th June 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Június 16., kedd

04:00hrs: I lay there on the c1968, rickety recliner for a good while, assessing my situation mentally and physically.

After a mild form of organisation was gathered in the grey-cells, the first thing was to check the time on my Charity shop-bought £2 wristwatch. It was not on my wrist.

Well, fancy that! This not only confused me but annoyed me. All my energy and concentration went on a search for the timepiece.

It was paramount to me that it had to found! But it wasn’t! Despite heaving and hauling my colossal-bellied body from the none-working chair, and ferreting about looking for the watch. I got the torch and picker-upperer and looked underneath the furniture.

Getting back up on my feet was a bit painful, particularly the back and Howard Hughes-like toenails!

Where signs of nocturnal-meandering activity were diagnosed. Down there, was the TV and DVD remote, and a pen? But no, wristwatch!

I looked in the kitchen, then the wet room, and rechecked them both! Back to the recliner room. I had to force myself to stop the search and seek mission. I was getting so uptight and self-critical over the loss. I told myself that it was a temporary irremediable situation. I didn’t like or believe it, but something had to be done to stop my going addictively bonkers.

It didn’t really work though, as I went for a wee-wee, I kept looking in the silliest places for the watch. The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived at the same time. Which was one of the easiest evacuations for a long time? A smidge of bleeding, but not messy. It was over swiftly, and little odoriferousness either. This should have had me moving into a Smug-Mode, but the worrying over the lost-timepiece was ever-present.

For the first time ever, the wee-wee followed after the big evacuation? A new style as well. I Christened it as an SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wee.

Limped off to the kitchen. The morning view, albeit a later one this Tuesday, was a little misty. But when I opened the window, it was incredibly mild, I thought. Ah, one there for Bill, a red car! Hehe!

I had a rummage around and searched in the daftest of places in search of the watch. With no luck!

BP sphygmomanometer readings were pleasing and should have cheered me up a tad. All were looking better. The thermometer just showed as ‘Low’, but this missing timepiece was still wrangling at me!

I took the medications, then made a brew. A thought suddenly came to me (they occasionally do), had I dropped my beloved timepiece in a waste bin? After searching through all four of them, I found out I hadn’t. Grumblegrobbledamn!

I started updating yesterday’s post. Diligently making many miss-typing and spelling errors! Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had started off again, Tsk! After a couple of hours, I went off limpingly to make another brew and needed two, I say, two, SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wees! (I’m not sure how much longer the carpet from the kitchen to the wet room is going to last, Haha!)

It seemed the mist was getting a little thicker as the morning went on? This time when I opened the window to take this photograph, it seemed a lot colder out here than it did earlier on? Brrr!

Another forage around in cupboards, drawers, etc. failed to find the £2 watch! Sob! Yet another wee-wee! Washed hands and contact points, and back on the well-trodden carpet in the hall, to Computer Cameron, and got the Tuesday blog finished at last. Despite Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and Back-Pain-Brenda’s attentions!

I then got a message on the mobile. I had a look, and it was from Iceland. Telling me to check emails for details of changes to my order. What order, I thought? Then I investigated. Finding I had an order in for today, twixt 15:00 > 17:00hrs. Pathetic, I know, but I could not remember making an order for today? After examining the goods on the list, there was no doubt about it, the items were all things I might have ordered. A vague recollection of my looking at the ham misshapes?

Then, I noticed an Amazon email arrived. I used the tracker and got the map up, which means the delivery is close.

Ah, this could be dodgy time-wise, so I stopped and to get the ablutions done.

Not such a good session this time. I reckon this was because I was trying to rush it, in case the Amazon delivery arrived with the reusable facemasks. The teggies were done without any Whoopsies.  The shaving, well, there was a few.

The hairs were growing around the ear-holes, and I decided to use the razor to cut them. This did not work, so I got the scissors… I shouldn’t have done that! I should have known better, with Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley being on form! Hehe!

The legs looked a lot betterer this morning, though. The toenails were hurting every time I touched or moved on the mat. No shower, trying to save time.

As I was drying off, I caught sight of something I’d not noticed before. Brief History: Many years ago, when I had Duodenal Donald surgery, the hairs shaved off, on my chest and stomach, did not all return. Then, when I had the Aorta Valve replacement, there were very few that grew again. Then, after the stroke, what an oddity, they all fell out?

Now, I spotted two hairs on my chest, in the middle of the lower op scars, nearer the stomach, I think. One must have been about seven inches long? I wonder if they can do a transplant to my head? Hahaha!

Got redressed, and on the Amazon site, to check the tracker.

The delivery vehicle must be getting very close now.

I went to the kitchen window to see if I could spot a delivery van or lorry out there.

A van was parked in the Emergency Only bay (As do all vehicles). But it was not an Amazon vehicle.

Then, a grey car came up and turned at the dead end, and parked in the Emergency Vehicles Only parking bay. As I peered down at it, it was apparent that it was a Taxi or someone getting a lift with his shopping. It was my neighbour, Malcolm.

I took what I thought was three snaps. Below is what I found on the SD card when I came to download them. How did I do this? I was using the Canon SX 740 SH camera. I’m confused as to what I did wrong?

I’d spent a while taking these pictures, and panicked a bit when I realised. Had I missed a call on the Intercom? Then I realised that if anyone had arrived, I would have seen them. I’m losing it again!

I loitered around the flat hallway, so I could not miss it when someone rang the intercom. Ten minutes later, the box chimed out, and I pressed the listen button, but the machine went to a blue screen with the message ‘Hi’ on it? I pressed the admit button, but unsure if it had worked or not? I thought of going down, but what if I pass the chap on the way and end up missing him?

This was turning into another farcical day for me! I held my ground, and a chap arrived with the masks. Thanked him, and of off he shot. Leaving the covers near the door for me. Thank you!

I got the masks out to take a look—three in total, washable and reusable. I put them on the shelving for future use. When I am to be allowed out, is unknown, but at least when the time arrives, something like the Opticians, Pediatric Clinic, Dentist or Audio Clinic opens again, I’ll be alright for using the bus, at least. Of course, that is if I can live through and survive this isolationing. And put up with the agony from the uncut toenails, toothache, and mental anguish. Hahaha!

I made a brew and went to take a photograph of Marie’s, Koala Katie, and Pattie’s Scruffy, donated pets for me ♥, who I talk to each day, as they rest on top of the DVD shelves. But the Canon camera came up with this message as I returned the SD card. ‘Card cannot be accessed. Reinsert/change the card. Or format with this camera. Oh dearie me, what next is going to go wrong!

  • I took out the card and checked it was on the ‘Read’ position, which it was. I returned it to the camera, and still got the message.
  • I tried doing the same again. Same message!
  • I tried the other card in it, and that was alright.
  • Rechecked the Canon-card. Swapped it between open and closed, and put it back in. Same Message!
  • Removed it again, and was now out of ideas… It worked!

A sigh of relief was proffered forth.

Then I took a picture of my beloved pets and had a little chinwag with them.

Then I remembered the disappearing wristwatch. Surely it must be around the chair, I had it on last night, I think.

A long time ago, I wrote this view of the mysteriousness of the flat. Tim Price helped me. It’s grown over the months and is a little too long now, but I like it for a bit of fun and have used it a few times on the blog: 

“Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, and kehuas. Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission?” Well, now it’s getting more like a fact now, than fun! Hehehe!

Anyway, I had no luck with searching for the wet room and kitchen again for the watch.

My phagomaniac tendencies came into mind. And I returned to the food cupboards and fridge to ponder over what I fancied for my nosh.

Then I remembered the forgotten about Iceland order arriving twixt 15:00 to 17:00hrs. I decided to leave the meal until after the food arrived and I would make up my mind then. I’ll have a pot noodle, I can have if I get peckish… no, not a good idea! It will ruin anything I have later… Hello, I’m hesitating, equivocating, indecisive, vacillating, well, getting all muddled again! Decision-making and I were not meant to be a team after the Stroke.

I went on Facebooking then. I moved on to making-up a template for tomorrow. Got them all done, and…

Gluglegnatsworth!  I got out of the swivel chair to go and make another brew, lost my balance, and toppled forward,  dropped the China mug putting my hand out to break the fall,  landed on the recliner. As I came to rest, I found the missing wristwatch on the tray on the Ottoman as I dispersed the contents!

Unbelievable! This was the first place I looked for the timepiece as well, and did so again at least two more times during the day!

The painful fall, and even more hurtful getting back up my bulky, but flobby-body back on my feet, was somehow not as bad as it should have been! The delight in finding it was tempered by my confusion as to how I failed to see it in my earlier searches. Confusion Conrad was rampant and befuddling! And my confidence was at a low ebb!

I took some waste bags to the chute. Then a couple of recycling bags down to the caretaker’s room.

Doing the blog back up again, forgetting all about the tea I was going to make, I got on with updating this blog again. Warden and desk-top-dancer, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress, Deana called, to check on things. I explained about my having to remain in isolation until the Doctor phones to let me know when I can be freed. Haha! Everything was fine, though. Little things like this, are appreciated, and supportive of my retaining my mental health. (Well?)

Back to the blogging and a message came in from Iceland. They are ahead of schedule and should arrive between 15:00hrs and 16:15 hours.

Life in one’s dotage, I always thought, would be slower, and much more hassle-free. Humph!

Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra and Shaking Shaun all came on at the same time, and this was worrying. Yet, within around five minutes, they’d all left, leaving me with a cracking headache!

Iceland’s delivery man arrived. Thanked him and slipped him a G & T to him in thanks, and got the bags from the doorway into the kitchen.

Still a bit of a mystery as to how, when or why I made this order? But it had all the usual sort of stuff I have in it. I hope I hadn’t had a ‘Blank Moment’. Nott that I can say anything specific about these lapses, but, usually, I find out what I’d done, but no iota of any knowledge of this one, if it was one… I’ll stop mentioning it here, I’m confusing myself more than ever.

I got the goods stored away. There was a tray of frozen Chinese belly pork, the only thing different to usual. So I had that for the evening nosh. I’m worried that the cupboards may fall off of the walls! Haha!

The nosh was prepared and served up. A bit of a palatable feast as it turned out.

The Chinese belly pork, I cooked adding some Hickory. The last of the sourdough muffins, buttered and filled with off-cuts of smoked ham. A Marmite cheese disc, onions, beetroot, gherkins, and tomatoes. A lemon yoghourt, and a lovely crispy, South African apple to follow. My sitomania was well satiated this time. Gave this meal a Flavour-Rating of 7.8/10.

Incidentally, I found myself forever looking at my charity shop-bought, £2 wristwatch throughout the meal. I slept with it on tonight, fearing it may hide away from me overnight, again. Hehehe! 

Oddly, Sweet Morpheus was not interested. I put the TV on, it was a load of hogwash showing, yet still, I didn’t nod off?

When it did arrive, it was filled with pestering dreams. Colin Cramps was waking me up, and I think that each time I nodded off again, I rejoined the same, or similar dream?

Hey-Ho!

Inchcockski – Mon 15 June 2020: Working, fiddling about and getting nothing done. Impractical, incommodious and indeterminant day!

Monday 15th June 2020

Greek: Δευτέρα 15 Ιουνίου 2020

02:00hrs: I woke up well wanting a wee-wee. Wriggled my ghastly onerously bulky, but wobbly body from the depths of the £300, second-hand, none-working recliner, and with surprising dexterity, I shot off to the wet room (alright, hobbled precariously). The release was of the WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode. (Indeed they were all of this style, all morning, and there were so many of them!) 

The poor old uncut toes, nails, and feet looked more gnarled than ever. I swear when I raise my foot, even a few inches, there is pain from under the nails! And I’m forever catching them on something, which is like an electric shock? Tsk!

To the kitchen, and got the kettle on. I know it’s a little earlier than I’ve gotten up for a couple of days, but the mist seemed to be coming down already.

I got the sphygmomanometerisationing done and assembled the medications ready to imbibe. All of the results were down vs yesterday. Including the temperature; that was at 79°c, one down on yesterdays.  No, that should be 79°f, surely. The pulse was ten points less. The Sys was five lower, and the Dia was two below. Better, methinks? Note the arithmophobia may mean I got something wrong.

Took the medications, with an extra painkiller, because Toothache Thomas was kicking off again.

Made a brew of Glengettie Gold, and put too much milk in it. So I used another tea bag to strengthen it a bit.

I got on Computer Cameron and went on the emails to check on the Morrison order. They have substituted Saver Garden Peas with Batchelor’s Mushy peas – and it looks like they are charging me for the more expensive unasked for ones? No Morrison Saver marrowfat peas, but they tell me they cannot deliver an alternative. Thank heavens for that. They may well have sent me a grilled Octopus with Ancho Chile Sauce & Noodle ready meal! But, at least they have sent the tissues for Jenny and Frank!

Then I made a start on updating the Sunday post. Finally, I got it finished and had to make some graphics for this diary. Then emailed the link, then went on TFZer and Windwood Heights Facebooking.

I went to make a brew of tea and took another view of the changing mist and fog. It’s getting a bit thicker now. But it didn’t feel too cold as I hung out of the anti-photographer designed, thick-framed, light, and view-blocking new window.

When I returned to the computer to download the photo on it, and this even amazed me: I had to go back to the kitchen, and search for the lens cap for the camera. After many minutes of searching, I returned to the computer area and scanned for the lens cap. This in itself is nothing new and is a frequent, almost several times a day event. I was getting annoyed with myself again. I looked in the wet room and hallway, no luck! Gave up and returned to the computer… the lens cap was on the camera!

I may have had another Blank-Spell, I suppose. But I don’t think so. I can usually read things and know something had happened, not sure what, sometimes mind. But not this time. The actions were all there in the grey-cells. Which in itself is something to be thankful for! Hahaha! I think my brain cells are showing signs of senescence.

Ah-well, it’s time to get the ablutions sorted out. No showering, of course, the noise may disturb the slugabed neighbours. Hehehe!

Well, well, well, one of the bestest ever ablutionary session for months! (Apart from a toe-stubbing against the shower chair as I moved it!) Not a single dropsy of the toothbrush or paste, soap or razors. Smug-Mode-Instigated! But I could have done without the toe-stubbing bit.

I got the bags made up for the recycling and waste chute, but with the deliveries being expected, I shall not take them out until after both have been delivered. Don’t want to miss them.

The mist is lifting a bit, I think?

O got on with this blog starting, and made a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea, much more of a bite to it than Glengettie Gold, but not as much as plain Glengettie. Confusing innit?

The intercom rang out, and I heard it well enough. T’was the much uptight Morrison delivery driver. With all the isolationists and their own worries about Coronavirus, this is only to be expected, the pressure on the lads and lasses much be extreme nowadays.

The lad left the bags near the door. I thanked him and slipped him a G&T. Off he raced.

Now, this is when my mood and physically improved status went down, ♫Way-Down!♫. On my first bend to collect a couple of the carriers, Back-Pain-Brenda gave me shocks of pains that have not cleared up yet (three-hours later!) Every slight bend or twist in the torso, brings forth knife-like stabbing pains I could do well without! I dare not take any more pain-killers, having already taken one extra to counter Toothache Thomas! Grunglegrogs!

Gingerly, I got the bags into the kitchen one at a time. Sorted out the tissues for Jenny, then got the other stuff checked and put away. It took me a lot of time, at one point I got down to put the chips in the freezer, and the back pain was so bad, I had to stay in that position for a while, and wait for it to ease-off before I dare get back upright again. Hey-ho! Got it all sorted, in the end. And back to Computer Cameron.

The Amazon folks had sent another email with a revised ETA. 

I pressed on with doing this diary. Until at least I thought that I needed the Porcelain Throne activities.

But no! I sat there for ages, doing my best to encourage the evacuation.

I had a go at the crossword puzzle. (I got a couple solved as well. Mind you, I was at it for ages, but no signs of any movement)

Not doing a lot of anything, I noticed the legs were an odd shade this morning. I didn’t see it earlier? When it came to standing up, I was wary of not catching the toes on anything. Anyroad, the pins may be a bit blotchier and anaemic. Still, the Clopidogrel allergy lumps, the spider veins, and the Thrombophlebitis give them an appearance, that Tim Price thought, some Art Gallery would like to display. Hahaha! I think the odd colouring in the leg picture, is down to my lack of photographic skills, in reality, they were not so vivid.

Moved onto CorelDrawing. Managed to get a few graphics done.

Jenny emailed me. Checked the Amazon tracker. The progress graph has no moved at all, and the ETS has changed to a little later. Oh, dearie me! Fingers crossed.

Intercom, Amazon delivery. Got the flaky biscuits ready with the tissues near the front door. I was meaning to slip a masherina (facemask) on, before opening the doors, but forgot to. Humph!

Getting Shaking Shaun, joining in with the back pain. Then sudden fatigue came over me.

Jenny emailed, then later rang me, but I could not hear her, the line was terrible. I tried four or five times to ring her on the landline, but it was engaged.

Frank came up with the bleach and yoghourts for me and collected the bags from me. I still had the shakes going a bit ferociously.

Got some nosh prepared. And got down to eat it, with designs on getting to sleep soon. Hahaha! Fool!

Inchcocksi – Sunday 14th June: Ups & downs, dissimilitudes, ficklenesses, and fluctuations!

Todays TFZer

Sunday 14th June 2020

Bulgarian: Неделя, 14 юни 2020 г.

03:00hrs: I stirred into consciousness, didn’t like it, and fell asleep again.

04:00hrs: Woke, and still not too interested in life’s trials and tribulations, or coping with the next faux-pas, mistakes, errors made, or decision making, I drifted off one more time.

04:30hrs: Reluctantly, I came back into imitation life, needing a wee-wee, so forced my bulk from the £300, second-hand,  c1968, rickety, none-working recliner, and off to the wet room. (I was not exactly full of enthusiasm at the thought of returning to life). I took the wee-wee, a SWAT (Sprinkly-Weak-Apricot-Tinged) configuration, washed my hands, noticed that the shower cloth looked a might stained for some reason, cleaned it and left it to soak in the hand basin.

I hobbled to the kitchen, almost on automatic pilot, for once Arthur Itis was in a good mood, or taking a breather.

I got the kettle on the boil. And I stood looking out at the morning view. No mist or fog today, I did a bit of self-analysing while I stood there, deep in involuntary self-denunciatory thoughts. By doing this, it only made me feel worse, and self-denigration ruled.

By the time I decided I had to pull myself together, the kettle had boiled, and the water had cooled considerably.

I was still dark, and I thought I’d use the Nikon to take a photograph, which I did. I selected the ‘Night landscape option, and a message came up to open the flash. The first shot is without the flash on; the second one was with the flash option. The first picture looked as it was to the eye. Neither of them was very good.

I got the BP machine out, and the readings were batter than yesterday morning. Although the pulse was down in Saturday’s, I think it was still a tad high. But with how my state of mind was, there was not much interest or concern inspired.

Getting the new bag of medications opened, I noticed that the Fenbid Forte 10% Gel box had acquired a new health warning. It read thus: ‘Fire Hazard’: Do not smoke or go near naked flames; clothes & bedding with this product dried on them can catch fire easily!

I wondered if a patient might have got burned or worse, had encouraged them, to put this warning on the box? Later I did a Google search for “Fenbid Forte gel” fire patient. And look at the pictures that came up: The first dozen and many more followed, that was from guess who? Me! From my old blogs. Well, here I am at a low ebb and disinterested in life generally more than ever, and fame at last! Hehehe!

I got on Computer Cameron and made up this template. I started off the blog, then went to update the Saturday post.

The morning looked a bit better than yesterday’s did, only a slight mist forming now.

A couple of hours later, and I went to make a brew, and, oh boy, the fog was coming back again. 

I went to use the Porcelain Throne, but try as hard as I could, there was no movement!

I had a go at the crossword book, not the usual one. I can’t find that, but an old one. I soon realised why I had abandoned trying to do it. It’s a little above my limited abilities. I photographed the painful, irritating uncut toes. Still no action.

So, I gave up and went back to Computer Cameron. Did some updating, had a wee-wee, made another brew, left it in the kitchen, and returned the updating again. 

I got the latest Coronvirus figures for Nottingham and England.

Then back to the updating again. Later on Facebooking and WordPress Reader.

Well, that didn’t take as long as usual. (Wonder if I missed something?)

I was still in Depression Defcon Three, I went to get the ablutioning tended to. Back in a bit!

I’m back! The ablutioning went even better than yesterday! No shaving or teeth-cleaning cuts, and in the shower, not a single dropsies!

I came out, all refreshed, and got the rubbish bags made up. And took them to the waste chute. Utilising the three-wheeler trolley.

It’s so much easier to get around with the trolley than any stick. Trouble is, on the bus, and going up steep hills, like the one I live on! Hahaha!

It was still a little misty outside. As I took a few seconds to have a nosey through the filthy window at the Woodthorpe Park. It dawned on me, I’d better get the spuds on for Josie’s meal. So, back to the flat and did just that.

Then I investigated the Facemasks that had been delivered yesterday from Amazon.

I found them a little hard to breathe in them, but no doubt, if and when I can go out again on the bus, I’ll be used to them by then I hope. I plan to wear them when I go to take the rubbish and recyclables down the Steve, or go out of the flat at all, really.

Of course, my having a treble chin, and large head for my torso, that needs to be covered is bound to make them tighter. Hahaha! When I opened the box, it was three-quarters filled with brown paper to protect the box inside. I found a Certificate of Compliance that pointed out they are nor designed for anything medical.

I thought I’d got a  bargain. I’ve just used the calculator, and I think they were about 10p each, compared to the £1 one’s I bought in town. Of course, being famous for my well known, recently acquired, since the stroke, arithmophobia, and dyscalculia; I may well have worked it out wrongly – £19.99 for 50.

I had a look at the Amazon Prime Morrison choices and options. There was a minimal choice, no fresh food, of course. A lot of the things were sold in 24’s or more, they had a bargain on the Swish Kitchen rolls, I thought at that price, I could stock up even more! Haha! But No! Sold-Out! While on there, I considered getting some more of the Branston Pickle Mini Cheddars and had a look around, during which Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit, a nasty one, too! So, I came out of Amazon and did some catching up on this post…

I don’t know what happened in between, but I found myself sat on the Porcelain Throne? Obviously, I’d had another memory blank. Not had one for weeks. Not that I wanted one! But, there I was, in mid-evacuation mode! Might have been a good thing, judging by the dollop that filled the WC. Took me four flushes to get rid of it.

Unsure of what I was doing before going to the Throne, I looked at the computer and recalled that it was in the state I can remember it being in. So, with any luck, it was just a few minutes of blankness, memory loss. Reading what I had written earlier, helped me get the thread again.

I got Josie’s meal made up. It took me a while to get a decent photo of the tray, with Nocodemus’s Neurotransmitters kicking off. Not complaining, they’ve given me a good break this morning. (When it came to downloading the photo, so I could pick between the five terrible shaky shots, where were they? Gone! All of them, not one on the SD card? – Shagaraggles! I’m going potty!) Cheesy potatoes, gherkins, silverskin onions, tomatoes, Marmite cheese, mackerel in tomato sauce, and a can of G&T. Delivered to the door, from a distance.

Oh, ‘eck, checked on the emails, and found one from Amazon! It appears I put an order in with them?

Glugglegnatsworth! If you can you believe it? I’d ordered 12 packets of flaky-cheesy biscuits! And a box of 30 Branston Pickle 50g Cheesy Cheddars!

I sat thinking for a while. I have mentioned these blank-periods to the Doctor on my last visit, a long time ago. She didn’t seem too concerned, it was as if I should expect them? At least, she didn’t come back to me with any suggestions or advice. How do I know every time after a blank, that I’ve had a blank? I slowly got myself more confused. But this one was obvious to me.

I got an email from Jenny. We swapped messages for a while. Thanks to Jenny.

Getting tired and hungry now. The short date cooked meats need eating, so I’m the man for that!

Got some chips in the oven, and a hashed up meal. Rated: 6/10.

Settled down to watch an old 2016 Euro Match on the telly.

Mind storms, disturbing ones, made sure that my concentration on the screen was at a minimum.

Sweet Morpheous took her time in coming to me.

 

Inchcockski – Saturday 13th June 2020: Self-vilipending, confused and depression

Pulchritude TFZer  ♥

Saturday 13th June 2020

Esperanto: Sabate 13 Junion 2020

04:00hrs: I stirred uncomfortably, my amour propre was at a low ebb. The Thought-Storming began, mostly involving yesterday’s Whoopsies, Accifauxpas, and mistakes made on the computer that cost me so much time and concentration to correct. Not that I managed it. This, in turn, changed the thoughts to my actions required today, and the fact that I know they will fail! Gawd Blimey, on a right downer, and I’ve not moved yet!

I got up without too much bother and made my way to the well-used, EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). I had a UDYP (Urgent-Deep-Yellow-and-Painful) wee-wee, and off to get the kettle on.

It was not as gloomy as yesterday morning was. Cleaned the bucket and got the kettle turned on. Then I had to nip to the wet room for a wee-wee. 

My right side was shaking a bit, and the legs, ankles, shoulder, and arms felt a bit weak with it. As is to be expected, with the damned, Peripheral Neuropathy, they can do nothing about it. So, I’ll keep on as long as I can. I had a wash and wiped the contact points.

Then I went back to make the brew and do the BP and take the medications. Which was a bit of a shock? The pulse was showing 101f. The temperature was 38.6°c, but it has been low for so long. Making the brew was an effort, spilling the tea, the milk, the right hand at times, doing just what it wanted.

I was feeling a bit down in the mouth about how things were going. Or rather sorry for myself, no longer able to do everyday things without struggling, in pain, Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops.And the concentration takes it out of me nowadays, too. Ah-well!

But, my thoughts turned to my beloved TFZ Facebooking and Blogging needs of the day. And accompanied with some odd noises from somewhere, and the louder than usual, ‘Horrible Hum,’ I made my way to the computer, but got sidetracked by the need to use the Porcelain Throne.

A reet-messy job. Three flushes needed to clear things. Tsk! Then I cleaned my body and the porcelain bowl and off to the computer.

I started updating the Friday post, in between a few wee-wees, and Dizzy Dennis visits. I did get in finished, much later than usual. The shaking caused most of the difficulties. Emailed the links off. Sent the addresses off.

Went on Pinterest, but the Add Box was not there? So, I abandoned it. Then I did a search on Google to see if they had any problems. It appears that they are to close down in the next seven days? That’s the end of that, then! Next, onto the WordPress Reader.

Then on Facebooking. I had a message sent from an administrator, who explained that me posting photographs of my ailment affected parts of my body, legs, etc., was unacceptable, and he’d had complaints about them from members.

I never even gave it a thought before, it shows how thick I am! He was right, of course. Me being engrossed, as one is, with the increasingly handicapping problems, and my natural openness are the problem, methinks. I set to deleting every (I hope) photo of my body, scars, wounds, and injuries, on the site. I went through all the images on the galleries and removed any that could be offensive. It took me a couple of hours plus. He’s only doing his voluntary job, mind. No sulking from me, plenty of embarrassment, though!

Then, to cheer me up, as I was making another brew of Thompsons Punjana, Toothache Thomas kicked in. (Now I did let a smidge of sorry-for-myselfness creep in. Humph!) I took an extra pain killer and let the tea go really lukewarm before taking it.

The almost howling ‘Hum,’ and the tap-tap knocking from Herbert, accompanied me, as I made a start on this blog. I even kept catching the little burn on my finger, when the Shaking Shaun had a go at me, repeatedly.

But it was hard, exhausting work. Lack of concentration and neuropathic right side of the body, with Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters going down on and off, made me frustrated and increased the time it took me to get anything done on the computer. It’ll be interesting when, or if I ever get on CorelDrawing. I just needed Shuddering Shoulder Shirley to ease off a bit. But she was in a determined mood so far this morning.

I decided to go on CorelDraw to see how I’d go with it. TT (Toothache Thomas) was persistent as well. I had a go at creating some TFZer and Thoughts graphics. Amazingly, I was coping with it, not easily, but steady progress was being made. Chiefly because Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, had, at last, suddenly calmed down a bit. (Bless her cotton socks!)

Jenny phoned me, she thought I was with a different Doctor, one that supplies hearing aid batteries. She knew I was running short on them. Also, she’s sorted out the food deliveries, What a woman! Between what I’d had on her Sainsbury’s order, and vis versa with my Morrisons. Besides that, she’d found out that an Amazon Prime member, can order Morrison’s food from Amazon to be delivered the next day, with a lower minimum order than the £40 what Morrisons require! I shall look into it later. She’s so kind looking after others, Bless her, she’s a sweetheart!

Back on the CorelDrawing, and a few minutes later, I heard the Intercom. It was an angry young man, who it seems has been waiting for me to answer the intercom for ages! When he got up, he dropped the parcel and ran off, not interested in my thanks or explanation. With the hearing aid batteries nearly ran out, and the pathetically quiet tone of the intercom, plus, it often not working. It’s been a disaster from them fitting it! Not to mention that I didn’t hear him while I was on the phone! (Int life a bugger!) But now I have some Facemasks to use. If and when I can get myself out and about on the bus again.

Unsure about things now. The Nurse said I was to stay in full isolation? The Government rulings are confusing.

I got three graphics done, but it was nearly 14:00hrs by then. Humph!

So, off to get the ablutions done. A reasonably good session it was too! Apart from the dropsies in the shower, there was only a handful to count, no toe-stubbings, or knocking anything over either.

Mind you, I did crack my right shoulder against the door frame on leaving and dropped the towel and camera. My walking into things is not going to get any better, the Peripheral Pete, and the Doctors assure me of that.

Silver-Ling-Search-Results: The camera was not damaged! I tried it when I got into the kitchen to get the meal sorted out

I did a bit of nephelococcygia, as the meal cooked.

I got the one-pan used meal served up. Hot Dog sausages and a jar of tomato passata with peppers, the bread thins, and a carton of orange juice, with a pot of jelly. Taste rating; 7/10.

It went down well. I got the pots washed, and then settled in the c1968 recliner with my feet up, to dine.

Put the TV on. But my concentration was not there. Guilt and fears were in the Storm Thoughts, and sleep was not interested in joining me.

I fear I am going to become utible.

Friday 12th June 2020: Computerisational fauxpas, toothache, burnt, scolded and cut fingers, lost bread… Normal sort of day then! ‘Groggleknockers!’

TFZer Sweet Shirley ♥

Friday 12th June 2020

Sethoso: Labohlano la 12 Tšitoe 2020

04:25hrs: Lethargically, I came back to life, unsure of if I had actually woken, or was still in the middle of the dreams I’d been blessed with overnight! A medley of ever-changing subjects, from the embarrassing, fearful, and belligerent, to plain confusing, but longed for, impossible, (nectareous!) romantic happenstances.  I’ll not go into details, cause I’m short of tablets, and don’t want to get myself all excited) Hehehe!

I’m putting the changes in the view photograhicalisations, that I took over four hours, on the right-hand side here.

To show the amazing difference in colouring, light, etcetera, that took place.

There was a light mist with the morning views that turned into a fog, but only for an hour or so, then it reverted to just being a little misty.

Then the fog started coming back! All very interesting. (Or not?)

The last one was taken through the balcony window, as the fog paled back into a slight mist. Sorry about the diversion.

Now, back to the tale of the short, plump, wobbly-bellied, bald, deaf, Saccades Sandra affected, 5′ 2″, well-overweight, hobbling, Nottinghamian pensioner’s rising from his recliner. His £300, c1968, second-hand, obnoxiously-beige-coloured, none-working (my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour propre Brother-in-law Pete, when he was searching the flat while I was in the hospital after the Stroke, and taking my valuables, and he took a rest. Fatal! He could not resist the electrics and mechanics of the chair and fiddled with them. Now the machine no longer works!), ramshackle, uncomfortable in the extreme, rusty, rickety, none-working recliner.

When I had manoeuvered my ever-changing legs to the ground, the thin night-quilt went with the tootsies to the carpet – entwined painfully in the overgrown toenails! Getting the toes freed was also a most uncomfortable experience! Cragknackling & Teeth-grinding!

As I was getting up and grabbing the stick to catch my balance, it became evident that Toothache Thomas was going to give me bother. I decided to risk taking an extra painkiller with the morning brew, for the pain seemed to be getting worse as time passed. Arglebonkangony!

I took the first of the photos at the top right, got the kettle on the boil, and did the sphygmomanometerisationing. Made the tea, and took the second picture. The SYS reading had come down, but it was still a tad high, methinks. The pulse at 76 should be okay, The thermometer gave a numbered readout for a change, 86°. Fahrenheit, I hope. Out of interest, I looked at the temperatures on Google.  I got this explanation to my question.

By the time it had sunk in, I’d forgotten what I’d read! Hahaha! Looks good to me.

Off to the wet room, to satiate the demands for the Porcelain Throne. It was all over within a minute or so! No pushing from me at all. Things moved under the control of the innards, and the evacuated product was massive, but not messy. The rear end bled a lot afterwards. I’m not sure if this was due to Harold’s Haemorrhoids or something else. The piles, I hope! Cleaned and medicated. I’m so glad, almost thrilled, to tell you that Little Inchies fungal lesion, had not, and wasn’t bleeding at all. So no hurtful medicating needed here, Yippie!

As I left the wet room, the flat seemed so cold suddenly? I adorned the thick dressing gown. Brr!

The Assam mug of tea had gone cold, so I invested in a brew of Glengettie Gold. Off to the computer, and made a start on graphicalising input. Added to the scribble on the notepad to remind me later of things, and eventually made a  start on the updating of the Thursday blog.

Many hours later, I’d got it done and sent off. Pinterested a few shots. Then I went on the WordPress Reader. Onward, to Facebooking, TFZer then to Winwood Heights.

I made a start on with this post, then went on CorelDraw to make up some more TFZer graphics. I read that a tenant ordered some from Amazon. So I ordered some. I’d hate to be in the pickle of not being able to get on a bus! Should be arriving tomorrow.

The day was dark, the sun didn’t put in a smile all day. The mist lingered on and on.

11:25hrs: Then I got seriously involved in graphicalisationing on CorelDraw. Back later.

15:55hrs: The intercom chimed out.

It was a young lady bringing me my prescriptions that the chemist told Obergruppenfhurer, Gymnast and Warden Deana yesterday, would be arriving on Saturday! No complaints, though! I’m just glad that I didn’t go out, expecting them the next day.

At least Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, have kept to their habit of making me confused, every month. This time in reverse, and delivering them early for once, thanking them, kindly.

I thanked the young lady and gave her a can of cola with Jack Daniels in, to show my appreciation.

I put the bag on the kitchen counter and carried on trying to sort out the mess I’d gotten myself in with the graphicalising. I was trying to save some space on the hard-drive, by transferring some of the earlier graphics I’d done, to the drop-box. Well, I got deeper and deeper into a state of utter frustration and confusion.  All caused by Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, making me hit wrong buttons, or hold onto them too long, or not pressing, but thought I had!

Suddenly it was 19:00hrs! Oh, dearie me! I’m tired and weary. The head is spinning, and I have to give up. Too mentally-exhausted, to carry on. I did get so involved in the task as well.

I’ll make some Dagwood filled rolls, I dare not risk any cooking, how I feel now. Beef and tomato methinks. I may have to fight off, falling asleep to eat them. I’ll get them made up now. I’m an old furshlugginer, who should have my name mentioned in despatches!

Well, that was farcical again! No bread, other than frozen! Some, thick bellied and thicker brained old pensioner forgot to take the loaf out of the freezer, didn’t he! This failure of memory means I shall have bake to some cobs in the oven after all! It’s quicker than defrosting without a microwave. Grumph!

I shall have to wait for the oven to get hot enough, of course.  Bungle-Grumplewuncks! What happened to the hours of the day? Still, If I can save internal memory on the computer, it will be worth the anguish.

What next? Here’s what: I burnt my left middle finger, as I put the rolls in the cooker for regulated ten-minutes. Burnt my fingers as I got the rolls out, and again when I tried too soon to slice and butter them.

I ran the water over the worst of the scolds. At least there was nothing on the plate to go cold while I did this. I was getting wearer all the time, but the thought of eating kept me going. Hahaha!

Eventually, after making many crumbs spread about, and cutting my little finger on the slicer-knife, I got the plate served up.

As I took the photo of the served-up meal, I spotted something in the background, that made me feel even more incompetent than I actually am. Laying, where I now remember leaving the Warburtons on top of the crock-pots. The packet of Soft Brown Bread Thins. I’d left them there this morning, so I would not forget to them! Bungleworthiness!

I just left the pots in the bowl soaking, all I was up to was sleeping. I got down in the c1968 recliner, put the TV on, and found a documentary on which interested me, about the Australian murder, years ago. I’ve not watched the telly so late for donkey’s years, I was shattered and all uptight, and decided to watch this long two-hour long programme.

I actually stayed awake for the first hour (well, there was a few short nod-offs). Then the big advertisements came on! I still don’t know how things ended, cause I drifted into sleep mode!

For five hours, uninterrupted kip! That was pulchritudinously, welcome!