Inchcockski – Sunday 5th April 2020: Deterioration of hopes and faith, with black moods appearing. Huh!

April 05

2020 ttttApr05

Sunday 5th April 2020

Corsican: Dumenica 5 Aprile 2020

0000 April 05 Suzie

GM002WD 80.0.0 03:10hrs: A late awakening (for me), again. My mood was made up of, self-contempt, depression and acute dysphoria. The mind-storms began, just what I didn’t want. They only made me sink further into the dark abyss.

I reluctantly dismounted the rickety recliner, and as the emergency grey wee-wee bucket had not been utilised overnight, I limped off carefully, stick-assisted on my way to the wet room for a wee-wee.

I knew then, not that I didn’t already, that the day was not going to be a good one. As my EQ had also informed me. So this actually helped me in a way, cause if it is to be a hassling day, then there is nothing I can do about it, so the pressure lowered as I got in the room. This didn’t last long!

WD 80.0.0aC I had left the wall heater on overnight!

WD 80.0.0 Not only that, but the hot water tap was dripping in the sink. I’d not turned it off completely, and the hot water was not hot any more! Although full of self-loathing, and more than a little pissed-off with myself, it could have been worse, I thought I handled this with a degree of, what’s the word? Erm… calmness, no that’s not it. Perhaps self-control would be a better adjectival. (I’m not sure that’s right either. Tsk!)

The mind toyed and played away with itself and me while I took the wee-wee. I had plenty of time to peruse ideas, plans, dejections etc., cause the leak turned out to be an MMES (Marathon-Messy-Endless-Sprinkling) one. I cleaned up, Little Inchies fungal lesion needed attention.

7Sun01Washed and exited to the kitchen. Taking a picture as I went through the door, that I thought might come out alright and of interest. (It didn’t! But that was no surprise, to me)

An expectancy of failures and fearfulness began to develop in my mind. But not worryingly. Just a certain knowledge that these things are on the way to visit me. No doubt in my mind at all. (Secretly, I hoped I was wrong!)

I set about updating the Saturday post, but it was slow going, thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters gong down so often. Again this and any other calamity could happen today. I’ll look and sound a right fool if nothing goes wrong, Hahaha!

I took a break and went to take the medications and make a brew. Olive-oiled the ear-holes. I also took an extra pain killer as the toothache seemed to be threatening to kick-off again. The damn ‘Hum’ started getting so load, it pee’d me off!

7Sun02While I was in there, I took another shot of the moon. In fact, I took several, but they all came out terrible and blurred, this is the only half-decent one on the right, I managed to get.

Back to the computer, but I’m afraid that the concentration went. I found myself looking up 7Sun03the latest news on the Nottinghams Coronavirus progress. It was not good. An otherwise healthy eighteen-year-old had died with it.

I wondered if I should now stop making humorous graphics about the virus?

I farted about and struggled to get the Saturday blog finished and sent off. 7Sun04

Then went to make another brew, and get the mushrooms and leeks in the saucepan. It’s amazing how quickly the canned food is disappearing. The balsamic vinegar, hickory and plain salt stocks are dwindling. Still, I have plenty of tea. Haha! I got the sourdough part-baked baguette out…

WD 80.0.0 Tsk! It was well beyond its use-by date! I think I used the one last week, out of sync. Grumble-Soddit & Blast! Idiot!

I went on Pinterest, WordPress Reader and Facebooking. Then returned to the grind of setting up and beginning this post. The fingers lack of-touch sense, was not easing off. Although I had been told this would happen, I still felt a bit miffed about it. The vagueness was coming as well.

About to go and get Josie’s nosh started, and Sister Jane and Pete rang up. A lot went over my head that we spoke about. They seemed concerned about my money situation. We spoke for a good while, but what else about had gone by the time I got to writing this. And no Doctor I can to now. Oh, dear!

7Sun05I got the things out ready for doing the meal.

A few wee-wees were taken during the computing; all of the same variety.

I went on the Amazon site and ordered some IMG_3836Glengettie tea bags and other stuff, got carried away a bit, but I need all I’ve ordered, cause I can’t get out to the shops who sell them, well, not any shop at all!

Then, to the kitchen again, and got the handwashing done. Only a t-shirt and a pair of socks, so it didn’t take lone, I actually enjoyed doing it. I think the struggling with the keyboard with fingers that don’t recognise what they are doing at the time they are doing it, is getting to me now.

I went down a further notch, emotionally.

7Sun07WD 80.0.0 Off to get the ablutions done. And, I really had to laugh for the first time today! When I was disrobing and taking off the alert wristbands;

  • The Warfarin band snapped and it shot up in the air…
  • I didn’t see where it came down and got a smidge befuddled as to where it went…
  • Then felt it drop from my head, down into the glasses I had on!

WDP 20194BHahahaha! I did feel a clot! This is not a photo of the happening, I put the broken band back as near as I could remember it falling down to, to take this photo.

Well, that definitely perk me up a bit! (Confused me at the same time, Haha!)

WD 80.0.0 When I started ablutionisationing session, the dropsies must have been close to a record number today. As I recall, they were; The toothbrush (2) toothpaste (1), Two blade razor (3), four-blade razer (1), Antiseptic bottle (1), Carbolic soap (5), Saccades spray (1), Savlon cream (1), Daktacort cream (3) and Spectacles (2).

On the bright side, there were no toe stubbings, walking into or knocking anything over, and I made sure the taps, shower, and heater were all off! (But this did not stop me going back to check later, Humph!) 

IMG_3837Got Josie’s nosh done. I put the rest of the potatoes in the oven for me to keep warm and have later, then off the deliver the nosh on the wheeled server.

This time, the gal seemed more with it and said she didn’t expect a meal today. (I wish she’d told me earlier, Hahaha!) However, her face lit up and off she went to masticate to her heart’s content.

I returned to the kitchen and a did a bit of washing up, then got on the computer. I was feeling a little easier in myself now. Nicodemus was less bother, so I pressed on with updating this post while things were working properly (Not referring to the brain or memory of course) Humph!

I checked emails to see if Amazon had any time guides for me. I could barely recall ordering all this stuff! I must have meant to, cause I needed everything on the order. It looks like they are all coming on the 14-15th, April, so that’s good, I’ll need teabags and milk by then.

7Sun10a

I was feeling all so pleased with myself, smug almost… 

7Sun11I had a search for the Golden Volunteers suggested Thompson Bros. shop to use for online delivered fodder.

It was in Sherwood, on Haydn Road. But as you can see, orders had been temporarily suspended.

As I mentioned earlier, will owt ever go right for me?

7Sun12WD 80.0.0 Then, I began to smell the aroma of the well-burnt cheesy potatoes, that I’d forgotten about in the oven!

I salvaged what I could of it. Not a total loss, though. I think about a third of it was edible. Tasty, too!

Did the washing up, and down in the recliner, but yet again, Mrpheous was resistant to my needs.

 

 

Inchcock Today – Sun 29 Mar 2020: Mankind is being captious! Just thought I’d mention it, like!

2020 Mar 29

2020 tttMar29

Sunday 29th March 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sul 29ain Mawrth 2020

000 Mar 29

GM blu01As I stirred into consciousness, the clock and wristwatch told me it was 01:40hrs (Of course, it was actually 02:40hrs, not that I was aware of this at the time). I lay a few minutes gathering my mental thoughts into a mock semblance of understandability and some form of pretend-logicality.

Much to be done computerisation-wise, as per normal. The gurgling and bubbling from the innards, started off as I dismounted the £300, second-hand, uncomfortable, c1968, beige-coloured recliner. Thoughts of how I could get some actual cash, with the ordered isolationing, this was not going to be solved easily.

The rumbling from the stomach area gained momentum, and other things took a back seat, as I grabbed the stick, and made my way to the wet room, ASAP. Where I was well-pleased with the evacuation. Far less messy, less bleeding and not so painful, either! (Are things improving? Am I due some luck at last?

WD 50.50.100 To the kitchen, where I got the kettle on and used the Canon camera to take some shots of the same view in different shooting modes. (I can’t get my head around this machine or even manipulate the settings options on it. So thought I’d give it a go, as the thing hasn’t been used much lately [It’s the one I use for outside shots]) I can’t see many differences in the pictures, apart from the first one, which is a different shape and size.

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7Sun02Made the brew, and got the medicationing sorted out. Olive oiled the ear holes, Saccades Sandra sprayed the eyes, Enoxaparined the stomach, took a few guzzles of the pathetically weak and pointless antacid medicine. Then a swift swig of the dry cough medicine, and took the tablets. I’ll get the pain gels and antiseptic creams on later. Arthur Itis’s knees were treating me very-kindly this morning!

To the computer. I have a touch of ageusia I think, cause the tea tasted so odd to me. Might be the milk? I’ll use the other sterilised bottle on the next brewing; if it’s not out of date yet. Danged Coronavirus! We’re all prescited!

T’was then, as I started to do the updating, that the clock on the computer was found to be an hour in front of all the clocks. And watches, and mobile phone! Der! It’s changing the clocks an hour forward time, innit! This is the first time I had to alter all the timepieces, since the Stroke. Believe me, such a mundane task like this, ain’t easy!

WDP 333WD 50.50.100 It was like unbelievable! Talk about bad luck! But of course, I should be used to it by now!

Saccades Sandra, Shaking Shoulder-Shirley, and Nicodemus’s nerve transmitters, all let me down at the instant I started to try and change the times!

  • I dropped the clock in the wet room and cracked a bit of plastic off of it!
  • The kitchen clock, I pulled off the tiny plastic turner-button; and have yet to find it!
  • The big clock in the front room slipped out of my nerveless hand.
  • I hit my already Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley jerking arm on the bookcase getting it retrieved from the floor!
  • My ancient Nokia 105 mobile, next. I thought about it, and could I remember how to change the date anyway? After a few moments thought, I decided to leave it until the senses returned to working condition.

WD 50.50.100 Fearing how the typing would go with the computer updating, I returned to the desk. Seconds later, the second summoning call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. This did not irk me at all, after the last fairly good session, I approached the wet room with confidence – Fool! I should have known better! What a change! Bloody, massive, painful, messy and frustrating! To add to the farce, Little Inchies fungal lesion had started to pour haemoglobin, as well!

WD 50.50.100 Thus, after cleaning the bodily evacuation mess up, the hurtful task of medicalisation began. Harold’s Haemorrhoids caused a lot of bother and stinging. I suppose with my not getting outside for a walk, and so much sitting down at the computer since the Coronova-Virus enforced-imprisonment, I can only expect this sort of pain. How can I get hold of some more pile-cream? And cash to pay for it with? Damned, Coronova Virus!

WD 50.50.100 The worst pain-wise was the fungal lesion! Gawd it left me stinging and tingling! And where and how do I get some more Daktacort and or Corticosteroid cream from?

WD 50.50.100 And, still, no message about any phlebotomy nurse to take a Warfarin blood test for three weeks? Not that I blame them, they must be in a right pickle for staff nowadays. I’ll just keep making my best guesses at how many Warfarin I take each night. With Little Inchies lesion bleeding so much, I’ll cut down on the Warfarin tonight, just in case I’m too high on Warfarin and that may be the reason for the extra bleeding. Life’s a giggle innit, nowadays?

Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley had eased off a bit. I got the updating finished and sent off. Went on the TFZer Facebooking, then Pinterested some photos.

Then tackled the Nokia phone date changing. Easy-peasy! Vainglorious-Mode-Engaged!

The tip-tapping noise is still being heard. It bothers me in case it might be someone who needs help, but I can’t work out where it’s coming from. Then again, if I could, should I be making social contact, anyway? Life is getting very complicated! I do not have the confidence to cope.

7Sun07WD 50.50.100 I tried to book an Iceland and Morrisons home delivery again. The same result again, all slots were booked up, as earlier in the morning

Ah, well, on to the WordPress Reader section.

Done that, there are some good posts today on there.

Off to get the ablutions tended to, now. Back in a while, I hope!

7Sun01I’m back! And a jolly good session just had in the scrubbing-up stakes. The legs changed shade again. No shaving cuts. Just a few dropsies. At long last, Little Inchies fungal lesion had stopped bleeding, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were painful. And most importantly, there were no toe-stubbings!

Tried ordering again, and no luck!

7Sun11While I got Josie’s nosh ready, I did the handwashing.

A mixed set of results in this enterprise this Sunday. I only did a pair of trousers and the thin dressing gown, mind.

But, a few pickles were gotten into, all the same.

After doing the trews, and hanging them up, I had a look at the fodder situation on the stove and oven… All was looking good.

WD 50.50.100 As I turned to go back to the sink, I saw the trousers slowly slip off of the hangar, and splosh into the water in the pan below! Crabs and Grobblecraps! I’d put them on an old hanger, not one of the new ones that have a slip-proof bar on them! So I rang them out again, and hung them back up, on a new hangar!

Got the nosh sorted out and delivered. When I mentioned it being harder to get food in, Josie looked Gobsmacked, and asked me why? But she was looking well and cheerful today. I think she appreciates the Sunday meals.

Then I returned to handwashing duties. Only the socks and dressing gown to do, I did well I thought, and soon had them all done, wrung and hung.

I hung the gown in the wet room, and was mightily disappointed in how it looked when I saw this photo later! It could be my bad photography skills, but it didn’t look clean at all?

Cleaned the spilt water. Made a couple of more waste bags up. I must remember to take them to the chute in the morning.

An Email from Jenny arrived. She’s a caring woman and has saved the day me earlier in the week. Bless her! ♥

7Sun12I got my vegetarian meal done up and served on the tray. The Leicester red cheese is running low now. I did enjoy the cheesy potatoes, tomatoes, onion, garden peas, new potatoes and, Twiglets!  Yes, I know, Twiglets! They were in the place of meat. Haha! I gave a flavour rating of 7/10 for this effort.

WD 50.50.100 As I stood up with the empty plate and tray to go get them washed, it was as if someone had snapped their fingers, and suddenly I felt terrible! Dizzy Dennis, attacked, and even Back-Pian-Brenda came from nowhere?

I got the pots cleaned, and Dennis was not easing off at all!

I got down in the recliner, and yet again, sleep was resistant to my desires, needs and appeals.

Hey-ho!

Inchcocksi – Saturday 28th March 2020: variation, fluctuation, undulations and incongruity ruled the day!

2020 Mar 28

2020 tttMar28

Saturday 28th March 2020

Tartar: Шимбә 28 март 2020

000 Mar 28

GM Neut02aWD 180.50.0 02:30hrs: I stirred into mock-life, and realised that just about everything attached to my wobbly-overweight stomach, was shaking to varying degrees. Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley was so bad, she was hitting my elbow on the recliner arm! Shaking Shaun had taken a fancy to the head and neck this morning. Worst perhaps, was Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failures were making it so difficult to sense anything hard, and getting up to respond to the urgent call to the Porcelain Throne was not easy! (The bonus, was, that there was no Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing from the right leg)

I imagine that had a video been taken of my perilous hastened-hobble to the wet room, it would have gone viral! Hehehe!

WD 180.50.0A After much faffling-about, I got on my feet, caught my balance, grabbed at the four-pronged walking stick, dropped it, bent down to pick it up and ‘Klunk’ down on my knees I went! Bearing in mind, the imperativeness of my getting to the Throne in time was increasing! Humph! I actually appreciated having the shakes from Nicodemus at the time, because there was hardly any pain at all when Arthur Itis’s patelas hit the floor! That usually come later, when the transmitter nerves start working again. Unnerving getting pains and you can’t see or remember why!

I got in the room, whipped open the dressing gown and down with the PP’s. To my surprise, I had to use a little effort to get the movement started. Things were not so messy this time, and the bleeding from the rear end, a lot less. The recently acquired pungent-pong was still with me, though.

By the time I’d cleaned up and medicated, I realised the shaking had almost gone. Apart from Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, that is. I think she might have been having a go at me in my sleep, cause the joint and scapula were a little sore.

This got me wondering if the Phlebotomy nurse will manage to get here next week to take the Warfarin blood sample. It’s been three or four weeks since it’s been done now. But, with the loathsome Corona Virus pandemic, I’m not holding out much hope.

I got the camera out to photo the legs condition. Why I’m still doing this with no nurses coming to take them, I don’t know.

6Sat01WD 180.50.0 Anyroad, I spotted a sort of rounded-rectangle impressed on my chest, twixt my man-breasts and my portly pot-belly. I was a tad puzzled as to what could have caused this? I took this snap on the right of it, before taking the pins (legs) photograph.

The image-shape positioned just where mechanical ticker lies underneath. But obviously, the marking was made on the skin, outside. I later searched around for anything this shape in the front room where the recliner is, but I found nothing to match it. Unfathomable, but intriguing all the same.

6Sat04The veins in the pins had started to protrude again. The varicose were not too bad, mind. The spider and superficial phlebitis were showing off somewhat. Where I fell on the knees was just starting to sting as I took this picture! Haha!

6Sat03While in there, I did the teggies and had a shave. And very pleased with how it went, considering that Shirley didn’t ever stop shaking, although she kept altering the rate of power. And I only had two tiny cuts after the session! Smug Mode Adopted!

6Sat02To the kitchen, and put some bits in a carrier, to give to Jenny when she comes. As a thank you for helping me out again.

I got the kettle on, then took a snap of the early morning view. Imbibed the medications and made the brew of Glengettie Gold tea.

I got the computer on and did some much-needed page top graphics. Which cost me a couple of hours, Tsk! Then did the Friday diary updating and got it posted off. Pinterest photos sent off. TFZer Facebooking (Three hours). Made a start on this post, and went on the WordPress Reader section.

During which, the innards started to give me some gip. And quickly got worse, more acute. So, I nipped limpingly to the Porcelain Throne, just in case things were brewing up inside for an evacuation. Oh, off I ran, stick in hand, hoping to arrive in time, to the wet room!

Phwoar! Just in time! The evacuation was quicker and less painful than any has been over the last week! But, there was so much of it! I had to manually assist the system in accepting it, and move it on to the sewers below! Shaking Shirley and Shaun helped me in spilling a lot of the water I was taking in the tub from the sink to WC, and that had to be wiped up afterwards. Washed and medicated the rear-end, and returned to the computer to get on with the Thoughts graphic creating.

Lost a opt of work and don’t know why! I’ll try to remember bits.

Jenny rang she’s coming with the Iceland bits for me, I put her treat bag on the door handle outside. She left the good and rang the tune-bells. Fetched them in. No tomatoes and Golden delicious substituted, at first I thought they might have been Jenny’s order, she told me they were on special offer. Nae fuss, I can eat them alright.

I spent hours doing graphics.

WD 180.50.0 Porcelain Throne visited. Running short on actual cash now, with not being able to order food on site. Morrisons and Iceland both checked, and neither having any delivery slots available.

6Sat24I dug out some chips from the bottom of the freezer. Got a pate and a few tomatoes left to have with them.

Got the nosh sorted. Last of the Piccolo tomatoes, oh, no it’s not. I just found a few more in the cupboard. Some Truffle fries, somewhat ageing beetroots, mushroom pate, onions, Marmite out of date but still tasty cheese medallion, one of the apples that Jenny got for me from her Iceland order, the last fresh orange drink, and a lemon mousse. I used up the last of the Jenny-donated bread with them, and enjoyed an evening feast! Thanks again to Jenny! 7/10 Flavour rating.

I got the washing up done, resisted the ‘none-urge’ to do some handwashing, (HaHa!) and got down in the £300, second-hand, on-its-last-legs, c1968 recliner. Put a Last of the Summer Wine DVD on, and wallowed in nostalgia.

6Sat28The landline flashed, it was the Chemist, telling me the prescriptions would be at the door in a few minutes. I waited five or six minutes, not wanting to make social-contact with the lady, and carefully opened the door, making sure she had gone first and collected the pack from where she had left it for me.

Back to the DVD, and watched another episode of the ‘Summer Wine’. It’s got something this programme, it always did have. A gentleness, no bad language, so relaxing to view, and memory provoking.

As I went for the last Porcelain visit of the day, it dawned on me how the ailments had eased off. Not all of them, of course. Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley and now, Duodenal Donald all helped to stop me getting to sleep very soon.

When I did nod-off, a storm of dreams made sure that recuperation and rest, were not there for the fuddled, fermenting brain. Shame!

Inchcockum – Friday 27th March 2020: Glum day!

2020 Mar 27

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Friday 27th March 2020

Indonesian: Jumat 27 Maret 2020

000 Mar 27

GM GYWD 0.30.0B 01:35hrs: By, Jiminee, was I shaking when I woke up? Yes, I was! Not shivering. Just like like Johnny Kidd & the Pirates in 1960, I was certainly, ♫ Shaking all over ♫. Not half! Only this was a version played by “Inchcock & the Ailments!” Hahaha! The only thing not shaking was the right leg. The knee yes, but that is part of the Peripheral Neuropathy and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying. And I dropped the walking stick when I picked it up, Nicodemus’s work again! Nowt to be done about that. Shaking Shoulder-Shirley was busily bashing away at the right scapula and joint. Shaker-Shaun was encouraging the head and neck to jolt about occasionally, too.

Saccades-Sandra had the eyes struggling to focus. Trotsky Terence was already building up the borborygmus in preparation no doubt, for some more rather violent fluffer-doodles and eructations, ready for a rush to Porcelain Throne.

But on the bright side, there were no signs of any sudden involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dancing… I’m not sure why I said that, cause there is never any warning. I’m losing it early today, ain’t I? These right-leg dances can be dangerous, I’ve had a couple of trips to the hospital this year.

 Mind you, no good going now, is it? Coronavirus and all that. No point in pressing the alarm wristlet now, if it does kick-off, and has me on the floor. I’m not cheering myself up at all! Haha!

When I had got to my feet, the rumbling and grumbling from the innards indicated a quick move towards the wet room would be an expedient move!

4Thu08Considering how I was rushing so as not to get caught out again at the Throne when I spotted the missing box of the Korean seaweed crispies, delivered last night. (They are still there now, I forgot all about them, being hidden behind the chairs, Tsk!)

WD 0.30.0B I considered myself to be a little under the weather with the dizzies etc., but realised after the Throne session, the dizzies weren’t too bad after all!

WD 0.30.0B Gawd, as soon as the ascending colon had rid itself of the material, I was double-up with lower abdomen pains! In a minute or so, they transmuted to just aching nagging surging pains that were well-bearable, though?

WD 0.30.0B Then the cleaning up and medicating of Harolds bleeding haemorrhoids had to be done, during which it became obvious that Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking a little too!  had to be tended to as well. That was painful!

WD 0.30.0bA Getting the new PPs from the bag, a surge from Dizzy Dennis had me fall towards the wall, I ended up knocking some things off of the floor cabinets. Unfortunately, a glass bottle of the antacid medicine was one of the things that went over…and landed on the foot and toe that I stubbed yesterday! 

Lie01b 0.51.0 Of course, it didn’t bother me in the slightest! I dried the tears, swore a little, and went the kitchen, to take the morning medications with an extra pain-killer, well two, actually!

WDP 11fLWD 0.30.0bA The farcical filling of the kettle was caused by Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, luckily it was cold water that I ended up spilling over myself and the floor. I got the kettle on the boil, took the medications, made the brew, and took a quiet moment for contemplation.

Should I bother about anything today? It’s been such a crappy start already. If owt else goes wrong, can I cope? As I was pondering, I got the ready-made ear-olive-oil and was putting some in…

WD 0.30.0bA The top came off of the tiny plastic bottle! Oil, then ran down my body, jammie bottoms and I don’t quite know-how, but some ended up on the floor…

WDP11LWD 0.30.0bA And I did a whoopsie on it! I managed to stop myself going over, though, but now I have a ricked back to go with all the other ailments to contend with! And a floor to yet again clean! Which set of Back-Pain Brenda and Anne Gyna having a go at me! I’ve always tried to do good and what is morally right, but that doesn’t seem to have me very far!

Lie01b 0.51.0 I didn’t feel sorry for myself, though… Well, yes I did! How can so many things happen all at once? I mean, I know I have not been one of the luckiest people all my life, fair enough, so naturally, I can cope with more than others with pain and botherwise; but my limit is being reached!

Then I started to feel guilty for thinking this way. The past few weeks have seen some wonderful help given me from people.

  • The Health centre receptionist, offering to fetch me a toilet roll.
  • Jenny leaving me a bag of fodder, then adding some things for me to her Iceland order!
  • Angela Gould ringing and sending me a pint of milk!
  • The lady at Sainsbury’s last week, just two small packs of toilet rolls left on the shelves, and I couldn’t reach for one, too high. The woman asked if I wanted one, and got them down and handed me one! Not many shoppers would do that nowadays!

Thank you all!

It was almost as if I had shamed the ailments! Well, apart from Dizzy Dennis, Anne Gyna, Saccades Sandra, Trotsky Terence and Shaking Shaun, I was getting some relief from the others. Then I had to return to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy, bloody performance. But I did feel better in myself for a while.

I got on with u[dating the Thursday post, not a lot to do, few photos and Shaking-Should-Shirley was easing off more, so it didn’t take too long. Just as well, the time was flashing by.

5Fri09I got the vegetables in the crockpot, seasoned, gravied (put some hickory in it), and cooking on a low setting.

Then I went on the Pinterest with some snaps, twenty-minutes max. On the WordPress Reader, an hour or so. Then the TFZer Facebooking, I got carried away there, three hours at least! After which, I had to do some page top graphics for tomorrow’s blog.

Oh, dearie me, off to the Porcelain Throne again, Trotsky Terence is busy this morning – come think of, it’s afternoon already!

Then made a start on this post.

5Fri08I tried to get an order on Morrison.s and Iceland again, but no luck.

Back to CorelDrawing.

Shirley and Shaun kicked off again, and I gave up on the computing all together and got an early nosh prepared, but made a few messes along the way with all the shaking.

WD 0.30.0B On another Porcelain visit, same again, but less product this time. I sat there, pondering over my condition. Just the shaking and dizzies that were bothering today, but they were both persistent in unsettling and discountenancing me! They were very good at it, too. Tsk!

5Fri10I got the vegetable stew sorted out, and despite my ailments, I enjoyed it a lot. Talking of lot, there was a lot of it as well, but I ate it all!

Spot-on with the seasoning this time. A flavour-rating of 8/10 given.

WDP 11fL Getting the washing up done afterwards was so frustrating! I reckon I dropped or spilt more things than I didn’t!

A smidge of despondency dawned, as the fatigue crept in. I turned on the telly, but nothing was sinking in, a vast vagueness overcame me. As if I’d gone into a sort of turn-off mode? Even the regular Thought Storms didn’t bother me, for interest in anything was at a premium… that was until I had to get up and visit the Throne, yet again!

At least this session was not so messy and bloody.

I washed and got settled back in the recliner, and waited on automatic pilot for sleep to come…

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

2020 Mar 25

2020 tttMar25

Wednesday 25th March 2020

Ukrainian: Середа, 25 березня 2020 Pоку

000 Mar 25

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

3Wed04Fair enough!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a pickle!

TTFNski, all the bestest each!

Inchcockum – Tues 24 Mar 2020: Depression reigned, then, a late kindness that had me like a dog with two tails! ♥

2020 Mar 24

2020 tttMar24

Tuesday 24th March 2020

Maori: Rātapu 24th o Maehe 2020

000 Mar 24 (2)

GM 100.100.150RWD 0.0.128A 00:00hrs: I reckon it must have been around midnight when I woke up. And I lay in uhtcearing mode, the mind stewing, pondering over this and that; Will I get the milk and bread on Morrison’s order? Why am I not shaking, Arthur Itis’s pains are none existent, the horrible ‘Hum’ is so loud, why? Can I keep it together today? How many new cases and deaths with Coronavirus will there be today? On, and on the Thought Storm blasted! 

02:10hrs: I waited for the Porcelain Throne demand to be made, and sure enough, it arrived with a suddenness. I was out of the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner and up on my feet grabbing for the four-pronged walking stick, then on my way to the wet room, with such ease and lack of bother, I was almost in a state of shock when this dawned on me!

WD 0.0.128A I had another shock when I got there! Yea, Gods, it was painful! But quick at least. The evacuation was carried out under the control of the innards, no input from me was needed. Cleaning up afterwards, a little blood from the rear-end, but a veritable flood from Little Inchies fungal lesion. That will need some cleaning and creaming, I shan’t do it now, cause the stock of Corticosteroid cream consists of about an eighth of a tube, so I’ll see to it when I get the ablutions done later. How, or whenever I can get out to the chemists and shops, I don’t know. But the EQ tells me help is on the way, coming? I do hope and beg he is right!

To the kitchenette and got the kettle on took the medications, then to the computer with the excellent mug of Glengettie Gold tea.

WP Reader, then a while on Facebooking, followed by WordPress Reader reading.

Start this post off, then update yesterday’s blog. All done, posted and link Emailed.

2Tue15WD 0.0.128A I tried to do a Morrison food order. But I got this message, the site was too busy, message. Blimus, I do not need Romulus, the Roman augur, to tell me of a phenomenon that serves as a sign or warning of some future good or evil: forerunner, foretoken, omen, portent, disaster, or prognostic sign. We’re living it now, and dying as well!

2Tue25As the song, composed by Lionel Bart, went, “♫ Fings Ain’t Wot They Used T’Be ♫” And a successful recording by Max Bygraves many years ago (1960)! He even reached Number Five in the Hit Parade with it! I thought this might prompt a few memories, and a smile or two from my fellow oldies, in these trying times?

Why am I waffling on again? Most likely because I’m really worried about how I am going to get food in. I’m fine now but 2Tue26considering the text message that I got this morning, from Gov.UK. telling me I have to stay at home. Fine! At least I’ll starve to death in the warmth. That is unless the electricity can’t be produced with all the workers self-isolating, of course. In that case, I’m not so pleased. Hahaha!

2Tue01An email came in from Morrisons re today’s delivery.  No bread today, and they couldn’t deliver an alternative? On the plus side, they are letting me have a 9-pack of toilet rolls. They do help though, and with sending little food, it should help my dieting, and I should not need so many toilet rolls. Good, innit!

I then thought I’d try to do an order for Iceland. Hahahaha!

2Tue23

I confirmed that I was a vulnerable old git. Then had to sign in. This took me back to the first window, I clicked ‘Yes’ again, finally, I got thought to book an order, that had all the slots unavailable!

2Tue16I wonder if I might try grilling some bits of the carpet? I’ve got some sauces I have with it, out of date, fair enough, but still. Hehe! The British sense of humour saves the day again!

WD 0.0.128A I tried to get a Morrison order in again. Not having it again.

WD 0.0.128A I started to update this post, and an attack from Dizzy Dennis arrived, that nearly had me pressing the wristlet alarm, and left me feeling unsteady on my feet. The brain might have been affected as well, cause the previously keenish concentration I’d had this morning, became obfuscated, and unwilling, ignoring, regardless of my mental needs, analyses and deliberations.

2Tue13WD 0.0.128A Got the handwashing in soak, and ablutions tackled. And I thought yesterdays session was a bad one. This one beast it hands down! Niggly dropsies irked me throughout. Including the shower-head, three times! But only dropped on my foot once). I broke the new toothbrush. Several tiny cuts shaving. Knocked the things off of the top of the cabinet. And, somehow or other, headbutted the door coming out of the shower when Dizzy Dennis paid a visit! Glanglegloberations!

2Tue09Todays ordered three weeks ago, Morrison delivery arrived. I got it put away, clandestinely, not showing the rolls through the window. I wish I’d got a safe now!

Nice to have some fodder in at last. No fresh stuff other than a mushroom pate and some tomatoes. But I’ll not starve.

2Tue14I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

I’d been working myself into a tizzy since the ablutions. Things not going very well since.

I thought I’d check on Amazon to see when and if will coming me coming, and the delayed ear-wax removal plugs. 

1Mon06a

2Tue02

2Tue24Come back the next day for a refund? Mmm? I’m confused and befuddled!

2Tue15WD 0.0.128A I attempted to get a Morrison order through for next week or fortnights time.

I don’t know why I bothered! No, no, no, I do! It’s called Hoping for the Best! Me? Hoping for the best? Humph! I do like wasting time, don’t I? What a klutz! With Iceland’s web site a no-go as well. thing ain’t looking good for the future!

2Tue10I took a photo from the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking, new anti-photographer designed kitchen window. I would have taken a shot of Chestnut Walk below as well, but the giant window ledge makes me have to use the step-ladder to reach out for the picture taking. Humph!

WD 0.0.128A I got the meal prepping started and put some Truffle-Fries in the oven, then returned to the computer. As soon as started typing, Dizzy Dennis launched at me with one of his worst ever spells. Then the landline light flashed. It was Sister Jane. We chatted and laughed a decent while. I’m afraid I can’t really remember much about what was said. Such was the force of this Dizzy Dennis bout!

WD 0.0.128A For some reason, as I was coming back to me usual grumpy, sour, bitter, self-loathing, depressed old self, I realised that I had not had any Phlebotomy nurse come to take me blood sample test? But, I was not in the least offended, aggrieved, annoyed or slighted by this. The Community nurses, all have the same problems that we are having, worse than us in these flats. They must be really struggling, and in such circumstances, can only do their best again the sudden extra-demands for their time, and it must irk them so. They can only do what they can, under such stressful conditions. I thank them for doing what they can. ♥ It’s been two or three weeks since the last blood test, but it can’t be helped.

While I’m on this, a few thoughts for the ILCs here in the flats too. They have families of their own to tend to, as well as us old-timers! They must also be under every day strains. ♥ Bless em all!

I waffled again there, sorry.

2Tue30As the meal was being served up, the intercom light flashed. I’m really glad I was in the kitchen at the time, cause the tune from the intercom wouldn’t have been heard with the fire door shut! It’s on its loudest setting too! It was an Amazon delivery chap, with the giant pack of instant potato-flakes that I’d ordered, at last! The man left them outside the door and had retreated to the lobby door, he shouted something I could not decipher, and I shouted a ‘Thank You’, as he ran off. And, I don’t blame him!

2Tue31I opened the package, to reveal a ginormous bag of Maggi Potato Flakes. 4kg! Haha!

I’ll have to get all my lidded storage pots to pour it all into once I open it, to keep them fresh. I bet I’ll that whenever I do this, I’ll make a right mess and lose a lot of the flakes on the floor?

2Tue33I got the meal served up. I have to say, that I am amazed at how well the Piccolo tomatoes have lasted, over a week now and they have no signs of shrivelling up yet? I wonder if they have been irradiated? The Flavour rating for this slowly eaten and enjoyed feast was 8.8/10! Baked beans with Hickory, smoked ready-cooked bacon (Sadly all gone now!), tomatoes and the really different and gorgeous Truffle Fries! Which I have acquired a strong proclivity for.

WD 0.0.128A I got an email in while I was nibbling the fodder. The Diabetes team had stopped booking for and cancelled all meetings. Fair enough, to be expected!

I was suddenly drained and the fatigue overcame me earlier than ever today. So I didn’t do the handwashing. I put the dishes in the bowl to soak, got the last can of Pepsi (sugar-free, of course), and got my adiposity ladened stomached torso into the £300, second-hand recliner, and turned on the TV.

To my surprise, I was soon off in deep sleep and I think dreaming about the old days when I was fit and able, and healthy! (It’s best I do not mention what I was up to in my rather frisky, nocturnal hallucinating!)

 It took me a while, to realise that it was the landline’s ringing and flashing that had awoken me!

wd 0.0.128 I fumble my body mass out of the recliner and fell on my knees. (Klunk, double-thud, Argh!) Luckily the phone is only two normal paces from where I fell, I used the swivel chair (but got away with it, Phew!) to get back up, and was sure the phone would stop ringing before I got to it. But no! I got there in time, pain as well, but pleased with myself for getting there on time at all!

With just being aroused, the conversation didn’t all sink in very well. But the hearing was okay, the receptor nerves were the problem. It was Nottingham City Homes, Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager, Desktop Dancer, and Catwalk Model, Angela Gould. An Angel of Mercy as well! She spoke, well, we talked a long time I think, not that I can recall all of it now. Tsk! But, someone, a lady, was coming to my flat, on her way now; With some fresh milk for me! My heart melted as she spoke, I can remember that alright! The gal would ring my bells, and leave the milk outside the door, to keep to the Social Distancing practice!

WD 0.0.128A I thanked her a thousand times, and was so annoyed with myself afterwards! I wrote down some notes on the little pad to use on this diary in the updating in the morning. But could I read my writing? No! Grr!

Minutes later, ‘♫ I only want to be with you ♫’ chimed out from both doorbells. I got some trousers on, just in case whoever delivered the milk saw me, (too much of a shock to see me naked, for anyone!) and went to the door. A female voice said something to me from the lobby door, and I shouted my appreciations to her. The milk bottle was collected, and back to the kitchen, I put the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea!

This unexpected, kindness, must have been what my EQ was referring too. Just when you’ve had enough of the unfairness and failings,  something like this assistance and kind help restors your faith in humanity. Thanks, Angela and girls!

2Tue34I took a photo of the pins (legs) as I took off the socks and trousers to get back in the recliner, I noticed how pale they looked compared to earlier? No way of guessing at why, with no Warfarin blood test results to assess with.

Getting back to sleep took a long time.

For I was having, for one, some ‘Nice’ Thought Storms!

Inchcockski – Sunday 22nd March 2020: Mentally muddled today. Usual state, then!

2020 Mar 22

2020 tttMar22

Sunday 22nd March 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Március 22, Vasárnap

000 Mar 23

GM brown L02:30hrs: Well, well, well, sleep at last! Six hours no less! Within minutes of waking up, I’d decided there was an ode about the Coronavirus that had been floating about in my head, and it needed tending to, while it was fresh in my memory box. Of course, the gurgling and rumbling from the innards started. So a trip to the Porcelain Throne had to take predominance.

wd 0.0.30 I arrived in the nick of time on the Throne, and the evacuation started without any input from me. But only so far, then it was reluctant-cement time! The pain I went through to get things moving again, was unpleasant, to say the least. But, I freed things, and unfortunately, this caused quite a bit of bleeding, that took far longer to stop than usual. And of course, wasted a few precious sheets of toilet paper. I should have used the kitchen towel roll, I will next time! And really must call for a prescription for some more Corticosteroid cream.

Had a wash, the contact points antisepticated, and off to the kitchen. Took the medications, made a brew and off to the computer and made up the Coronavirus Calypso ode. The words flowed out with ease. I must have been dreaming of this during the night?

wd 0.0.30 I had it made and posted off in record time! Then got on with updating the Saturday blog, which took me a lot longer. Mainly due to Shoulder-Shaking -Shirley and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failing both at the same time. After such a relaxed session on the ode-making, I could not help but feel a little sorry for myself, suffering from so many ailments. Then I thought of Josie’s meal needing doing, and I didn’t have the natural desire in me, but I shall not let her down, it will be done!

7Sun01I checked the emails. One from Amazon is asking for a review of the Tork toilet rolls, that had been cancelled! I filled it in, mentioning the reason being that as they had not been delivered, I couldn’t respond in the accepted style.

I Pinterested some photos, and then I had a go at the TFZer Facebooking for a few hours. I got around to the WordPress Reader section at last.

It was all of a go-go, on the CorelDrawing then. I kept doing graphics for the TFZer and Album pages on Facebook. This is because at last, the hassle from Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failings had eased off a little, and became only sporadic. Baffling, even the Doctors aren’t sure why this happens so often, I was just grateful it does and was enjoying the freedom to work on graphicationalising. But had to stop, a little disappointingly so I could get my ablutions done and prepare Josie’s meal for her.

I limped to the wet room first, to get teeth, shaving and showering done, bit with a sense from my EQ, to take care. Mmm! We’ll see, back in a bit.

wd 0.0.30A I’m back! Apart from just a couple or so (5) dropsies, the five cuts shaving, wee’d me off. Hah!

wd 0.0.30 I got stuck into the handwashing and realised that part-way through washing the togs, I had not started Josie’s meal yet! It was a hell of a rush job to get it to her on time! Once it was prepared, I rushed it to her door, taking a can of G & T and a pot of the Toy-Shop yoghourt that was custard & rhubarb flavoured. I had to buy this flavour with a lemon flavour, and I don’t like rhubarb. Tsk! Usually, I take a snap of her meal, but today with the rushing about to get it ready in time, I forgot all about it. I gave her fish sticks, mixed some tuna-in-brine with some mayonnaise, a few anchovies, halved some mini-tomatoes, a piece of cheese, garden peas and my World Famous, (Well, my sister Jane likes them) Cheesy-Potato-Mash. I put less salt on the tomatoes with the anchovies being there) She answered the door a bit quicker than usual, and quizzed me as to what the anchovies were. I hope she likes them. She handed me a packet of Victoria cakes. I thanked her and gently explained to her about my being diagnosed with diabetes.  But being the weak-willed-wimp that I am, took them anyway.

7Sun04Back to the kitchen and got the and washing done, rung and hung! Then, I tackled the laundry. But I felt okay, as Dizzy Dennis and even Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley were being kind to me!

I put the rest of the cheesy potatoes in the oven on a low light for my nosh later. The other half of the anchovies will go on it, with the left-over peas and some fish stick and Surami, well, that’s the plan, anyway.

7Sun05I made a mug of tea, taking this picture of the new kettle making the place seem all clean and polished. (Obviously, it wasn’t, though, Hahaha!)

wd 0.0.30 Then as I was going into the computer, I noticed I had not emptied and cleaned and put away the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). So, I had an INHBBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Barely-Trickling) wee-wee, and off to the wet room to clean and disinfect things. It didn’t-half pong! I mustn’t forget that again!

Back to the blogging and updated this piece of documentary-styled, unelaborated hogwash. I pressed on with the blogging, then visited the TFZer Facebooking for a quick update.

7Sun39I’ll get the nosh done now. I was so glad I bought all those tomatoes when I went to Arnold now, they are keeping pretty well too. I hope they don’t suddenly shrivel. This was a meal worth a taste-rating of 8.5/10. I dined slowly and savoured every bit of the food without any abstemiousness. My coenaculous desires were well satiated!

The washing-up of the pots was accident-free. Well, I did spill a fair bit of water on my belly, but then again, the stomach does stick worryingly-flabbily out so much more now in these isolationing days. Tsk!

Pete WinI got a wash and changed into the night attire. Then got uncomfortably settled on the second-hand, £300, recliner, that xyrophobia-suffering, Lottery winner, Pools winner and flat-robber, Brother-in-law Pete Archibald Bratton had knackered, while he was flat-sitting and stealing my valuables, while I was in the hospital after having the stroke.

Disappointingly,  sleep did not want to come. But when it did, very late on, I sank into unknown bliss, for about six-hours uninterrupted peace, not even any dreams or nightmares! (That I can remember, anyway!)

Nice!

Inchcock: Thu 19 Mar 2020: Thursday’s multitudinous elements: Compassion, kindness, eclecticism. An incongruous malaise of emotions, failings, Accifauxpas & Whoopsies!

2020 Mar 19

2020 tttMar19

Thursday 19th March 2020

Shona: China China 19 Kurume 2020

000 Mar 18

GM 200L01:30hrs: I didn’t wake up as such because I’d been lying there on the rickety recliner for hours trying to get some kip! I just sort of gave up on it. The brain mused over what the needs of the day were, almost of its own accord, really? The appointment at the Sherwood Health Centre for 08:30hrs, not that it is anything special, but I cheered at the thought of getting out again… then started fretting; ‘Will the toilet rolls from Amazon arrive while I’m out? Bound to be nicked if the driver leaves them outside the door! I must start the ablution by 06:30hrs, to make sure if any medicalisationing or Accifauxpas makes me take more time than usual, then I won’t be late in getting to the clinic.

The mind musing stopped and was taken over with the one aim, target, to get to the Porcelain Throne with alacrity and safely. Which I did, and without any Accifaupas! The session went well, indeed! Not messy, no toe stubbings, only the tiniest bit of bleeding from the fungal lesion, and far less painful this time! Hard to understand, expose, I know.

WD 200.0.0 I got the kettle on, took the medications, made a brew, and went on the computer to up[date the Wednesday post. When…

Vir7 200Stop

Luckily for me, it returned on its own, without any prompting or input from me?

I grafted away like-a-good-un, and finished the blog, and got it sent off. Then went on TFZer Facebooking, then the WordPress Reader section, and got some snaps sent to Pinterest. I turned everything turned off computer-wise, and did a bit of handwashing—time for the ablutions to be tended to.

As I was getting stripped off for stand-up session Too early to use the shower, yet, I took a photo of the pins. Another change in their appearance. Looking at the picture later, it seemed that the Clopidgrel had come back with ill-intent?

4Thu01

WD 200.0.0 The lumps on the left led, looked like pale blue and white Traffic lights? Also, on the left leg, the knee-cap area and above was coming up with very odd shapes and contusions?

I did the teeth (one dropsy, toothbrush) and had the shave. (Three cuts, all on the chin) With the feet soaking in the washing up bowl on the floor. Other dropsies were the soap (1), shaving foam (1), razors (3). And very nearly, but I still lost about half of it on the floor and my body, the liquid from the bowl as I emptied it into the WC pan. But it all could have been worse, so no carping from me. Well, perhaps a smidge of a moan, when cleaning up the mess. Grungle-Grumps!

4Thu02All done, I had the time to make up some black bags, to take to the waste chute and a box of cardboard to take down to caretaker Robert’s room, on the way out. The wet paint sign was hung up on display, and the bottom of the door had been decorated. Hahaha! Too early a departure to see any of the workers working.

I struggle a tad getting the bags down the chute, I’d filled the bags a little too much, but they went down with being torn open, with another little effort and few curse-words.

4Thu03Down to the Woodthorpe lobby and out, placed the box of cardboard near Trevor’s door. Across the road and hobbled up the gravel footpath past the Tree Copse. I felt a little sad about how sad and bare it still looked. I’ve not been up the path on the hill more months now, and it looks like even more trees than before 4Thu04have been vandalised! I’ll try to take some pictures later on the way back. At the fare top end of the path, I had to take another breather. Which I’m glad I did, cause I noticed how wet and muddy things were looking there. I had to adopt ‘Caution-Mode’ as got through to the park. Down the hill, took the twitchel onto The Rise. down and right along Elmswood Gardens to the end where the Sherwood Health Centre is located.

4Thu05With Spring arriving with the Coronavirus, I just had to stop near the corner to appreciate and photograph these Crocus venuses ‘Purpureus and other Grandiflorus’, already open (Crocus, I think) and all leaning towards what bit of sun there was. Bootiful!

I plodded on and halfway along the road, I stopped, not for a breather, I was on a flat road, so no need for that. But I realised I was a little early. I weighed up if I would have time to get the Wilko store and back in time for 08:30hrs for my appointment. I decided I could do it if I got a move one. So I gritted my teeth and made for the store. Around the corner, down and right onto Hall Street, left down Mansfield Road and got to the store feeling well-proud of myself (Of course, that way was downhill, the same route back to the Clinic, is uphill).

WD 200.0.0 There were three people stood outside the shop, it was about 08:10hrs, I said I thought they opened at 08:00hrs. A young man, who I assumed worked there, told me they used to, but that was before his time, many years ago! And tossed a glance at the two ladies waiting with him, that said: ‘Poor old fool!’

But I was not discouraged, despite feeling a right Klutz! For at least I had got some exercise in. But getting back to the Centre took me a while on the inclines. The receptionist from the centre passed by me on her way to work, and stopped a little ahead, turned and asked if I was alright! “Yes, thank you, it’s just the hilly bits!” I laughed, she smiled and went on her way. But it was heartwarming that she remembered me. Although it may be because of my last visits cock-up with the timing, Ahem!

4Thu06I arrived at the Clinic about ten-minutes or so later, and entered, stopping to read all the signs in the foyer regards to the Coronavirus. Do not enter if you are feeling unwell – Have a new dry cough, etc. Wash your hands with the Hand-Sanitiser provided. (Which I would have if I could have found any! Just like at my beloved Winwood Heights I suppose, someone keeps nicking the bottles! So sad! I almost took a ‘Guide to Breast-feeding leaflet’, as I had sadly not brought the crossword book with me.

I had a chinwag for a bit with the kind, delightful, pleasant young lady receptionist. During which she said she had bought some toilet rolls from the Continental shop this morning, and offered to go and fetch me one! I blessed her offer, but think I will be alright, and thanked her profusely.

4Thu07I did notice that the Doctors Surgery reception desks, had all been blocked off, so people can’t get too close perhaps. Coronavirus and all that?

While this virus scare had created some, no, many greedy selfish monsters, inconsiderate, thoughtless, insensitive, unkind, grasping, greedy, mercenary, egomaniacal, opportunistic, self-serving, money-grubbing, out for what one can get, foul-natured Nottinghamians, it’s also shown up the genuine kindness of a few people – this receptionist, the lady who helped me with toilet-roll at Sainsbury’s to name just two this week!

I went through to the podiatry waiting area, and read every leaflet on the walls and notice boards. As I was just coming to the end, the lady came out for me, with my not having the hearing aids in, she made me jump as she grabbed my shoulder, she did laugh! Haha!

Inside I went with her to the treatment room. All done in ten minutes, and I got a gossip in while she was doing me plates. Marvellous! I gave a choice of G&T cans in thanks, and out to the main area. Where the charming helpful young lady asked again if she could get some toilet rolls for me. I was humbled! ♥ I handed her a can of G&T in appreciation, as well!

4Thu08Now it was back to the Wilko store for me. All this exertion and physical exercise can only help, with me going to potentially be stuck indoors for six days, awaiting the questionable, as to if they will arrive or not Tork, toilet rolls from Amazon.

I got to the Wilko store without any hassle. No toilet rolls in stock, of course. But I did get two Y’lang and Fressia conditioner and washing chrystals. I love the smell of them! And, the lady on the till, voluntarily put them in the bag for me! Kindness again! ♥

The walk back was interesting, but not so comfortable or easy as going the other way. I walked up the hill and down towards the Woodthorpe Grange Park, and the sound of klaxons was heard.

4Thu10a

One, followed by another, they both turned right, up Woodthorpe Drive at the traffic lights. Then another one went that way, a black unmarked one with covert blue lights and a new different sounding klaxon. I couldn’t get my camera out it time again to catch him, he was a bit swift! I looked on the news later, but nothing to indicate what the issue was.

4Thu11I think that the Coronavirus was keeping folks in, but not the dog walkers, they were all over the fields. I trekked hobblingly up the hill path to the turn off for the Tree Copse. This was oddly pleasant and enjoyable. I think I was musing about the help the two wonderful ladies gave me this morning was the reason. For 4Thu12it seemed no time to me before I was there at the road to the Copse.

WD 200.0.0 I got the wheels all muddied again, this I didn’t like. It’s so exhausting bending down to clean the trolley’s wheels before going in the lift!

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After taking the shot that covered all of Winwood Heights, Dizzy Dennis paid his first bad visit of the day. I tripped over the wheel of the trolley-guide, but fortunately (See? Good luck again!) there was not a soul in sight, and O landed close to the bench, which I used to struggle back up on my feet. (Luck once more!)

Believe it or not, when I got to the lift-lobby and took out some precious tissues to clean the wheels with, two of the Fire Sprinkler fitters, a gal and a guy came around the corner, and he cleaned them for me! Can all this good-fortune really be happening? I’m Gobsmacked!

As I got out of the elevator, I realised I needed to take care.

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WD 200.0.0 The lift-lobby was safe enough, but the apartment’s lobby, was being painted, although no workers were around, tea-break perhaps. I was doing so well as well, in avoiding any contact with the paint, until I had to manoeuvre the guide through the door, and lost my balance a second and went over to the left a little. I thought I’d managed to miss the wet stuff. I got in, and when I took the hat and coat off, I realised I’d not missed the wet stuff! Some on the hat and arm of the coat! Cholericalisations! Ostensibly, of course, I might have got it on the clothes, when I went out on Tuesday? Double-Humph!

4Thu19aI got the veg into the crock-pot on Auto, where it should bring to the boil, then go on simmer. Mushrooms, onions, leeks, turnips, parsnips, sugar-snap peas. with beef seasoning, vegetable 4Thu19fcube and vinegar added in the water. The plan is to have it added to the cook-in-the-bag braised beef, later on for a stew of sorts.

4Thu19bThen, I put away the purchases from today at Wilko. I got a definite message from the EQ at this time. I must be careful when I’m cooking! Good enough for me, I will do! I think the good fortunes of today are about to end. No, I take that back; I know they are!

4Thu19cI took this rather handsome, that’s not the right word, erm.. decent picture of the view from the kitchen window, zoomed in a bit. It came out alrightish. Then, I got on with the updating of this diary, sorting and adding the photos as I went along.

4Thu19dAfter a couple of hours or so, the weariness from lack of sleep was dawning. I took a break and checked on the slow-cooking vegetables, and added a few tomatoes to the mix.

Back to the computerisationing. An hour later, the front door chimed out its “I only want to be with you” tune. By the time I’d finished the sentence on here, and grabbed the stick she was in. It was ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Obersturmbannführeress, Much desired Pole-Dancer, Warden Deana. She had called to test the alarms. We had a mini-4Thu19Echat while she tested the On-Call box and my wristlet alarm.

WD 200.0.0 Deana left a letter from The Head of Supported Housing. Coronavirus and independent living communities, and off she shot. Bless her!

 I decided to carry on with the blogging, but I knew, being so tired it would have to end soon. And it did, I need to make a couple of graphics for tomorrows post.

I went to make a brew, to try and freshen myself up and check the veg at the same time. I put the beef in the saucepan. Then made the brew…

4Thu19gWD 200.0.0AWD 200.0.0 As I went to put the milk in the tea, Shaking Shaun and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley hit me at the same time! Most of the tea went over my left hand, some on my chest and the rest on the floor! Words were beyond me! I shouted out loud, a naughty word that might be used to question someone’s parentage, followed an agonising Argh!!!

WDP Dec 26bI got the hand in cold water, the chest didn’t seem so painful, but then it coped for a lot less water on it. After a good while, I applied some Germolene cream, and even after such a long time, the cream bubbled on the fingers! Later I changed the cream for some fresh stuff and took the photo.

WD 200.0.0 The vegetables boiled over! And I found they were nowhere near cooked! I have yet to tackle removing the gravy and beef from the sealed packet to the bowl! I think it fair to say, my run of good aura and luck, has ended!

4Thu19kWD 200.0.0 Then, as I went to get a bottle of spring water from the hallway, I found that another letter had been posted!

Nottingham City Homes have decided to cancel, no, sorry, suspend all refurbishment at the complex from today! No mention of Coronavirus, but one assumes this is the reason. My luck is gerrin’ suddenly worse and worserer!

Tired, weary, blistered fingers and dare not make brew since the Accifauxpa!

WD 200.0.0 I’ll pack everything up, and feast on the nosh (of which I took a photo with the DS card still in the computer!) and get my head down.

WDPH01L3It’s been all go here today – with Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, cordiality, forbearance, kindness and empathy thrown in.

Please to haveth a good day, take care, and try to Coronavirus-Cope. All the best!

Yours, Nottingham’s wrinkly old confused codger, Inchcock!

Inchcockski – Wed 26 Feb 2020: Test results reveal a new ailment, Christened Prediabetes Petunia. They keep coming, Tsk!

2020 Feb 26

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Wednesday 26th February 2020

Zulu: ULwesithathu 26 kuFebhuwari 2020

00 Feb 26

GM06 DEEP RED00:30hrs: I stirred and passed wind, the gurgling, bubbling and churning from the innards, convinced me to rise and get to the Porcelain Throne with some haste.

As I freed my massively flobby-framed body from the £300, second -hand, c1968, sickeningly-beige coloured recliner and rose onto my feet, it dawned on me: “Aha! The Arthur Itis sharp digging pains from yesterday were no longer there! This is the second time this has happened. Why I have not the foggiest. Same as the first time, I was virtually crippled for a few hours, then it slowly eased off, and things have returned back to normal, still hurting of course, but not debilitating any longer. Oche, I’m baffled!

3Wed10aThe visit to the wet room proved a total failure, despite the gurgling from within, and escapages of wind, there was no movement whatsoever. Still, I got a couple of answers on the crossword done. Haha!

And got a shot of the pins. A few new Clopidogrel lesions, the knee-lumps and veins were showing far less, and a lot more colour tone to the skin. I reckon the Bamboo socks are helping things improve. And, I had remembered as ordered, to take the socks off at night for sleeping duties. 

Some new lesions that had been bleeding were feeling a little bit tender to the touch. I’ll mention it to Dr Vindla when I get to the surgery.

Ah, well, I anticipate, and my EQ advises me that the test results will be likely to show a new Inchcock ailment.

3Wed03Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on and sorted out the hanging to dry washing. I did note that the shirts seemed to have regained some of their original colour, (All bar the expensive brown thin one, that changed to green!) which initially baffled me a bit. Then I recalled that I’d used the Woolite liquid I bought so cheaply from the Bargain Shop.

3Wed05A glance at the bottle labels, and I noted it claimed to Revive Colours of darks. Blimey, a product claim that is true and works! Well, I never! I bet when I can get back to the store to get some more, it’ll have sold out! It’s bound to, my luck ain’t that good! Hahaha!

3Wed04As I took the tea back to the computer, I saw that I had gained some more bruises on the arm this time. What causes this, which of the ailments are to blame is another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, illusions, delusions, and hallucinations, rife. Amongst my vague, palaverous, chimerical, inconsequential, torturous fight for existence! Back to the bruising. I looked up what might cause them: Medications that cause easy bruising, include Warfarin, Thrombosis, and Clopidogrel; Huh! I’ve got ’em all! So it should be expected to bruise easily. Which I do. There you are, at last, I’ve found something I’m good at! Gasconade Moment Enjoyed!

I had to try and sort out the broken mixed up medications in the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA supplied blister pack. But I’m not sure that I got it right with the beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate), with the tablets all mixed up in the damaged Pill-pack?

3Wed06Made a brew, and took some leaflets back to the computer with me. In a vain hope to get some clues as to which tablet is which.

The wee-wees today were all of the annoying, flipping INHBBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Barely-Trickling) mode, and pretty frequent.

3Wed08 The non-activity from the rear-end, might be partly through my having tried the Halloumi Fries, from Iceland last night? They were not cheap at £3 for 190g, but something told me they might taste good, and they did! According to the label, the only content was Halloumi Cheese? I looked it up and found it contains cow’s, goat and sheep’s milk. Originated in Cyprus. I enjoyed the taste, but not enough to pay through the nose for it. So, I shan’t try them again… Unless maybe I find some cheaper to try somewhere other than Iceland.

I got the computer going at last, and did some graphics on CorelDraw for page toppers, then made a start on this blog. Forgetting all about not having updated yesterdays yet. There are times when I worry about myself. Humph!

3Wed07WD 100.20.0 As I went to get some mushrooms and leeks into the crock-pot ready to put on when I go out later, Toothache Tim and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley both kicked off! I put some light soy sauce and red sea salt in with the food – now all I have to dop is remember to put in on a low-setting, and turn on the pot as I leave the flat. Are you offering any odds on my not forgetting?

I began to update the Inchcock Today for Tuesday. I gorrit done in a rush and tended to the ablutions. Can’t be late for the Doctors, Nurses, Dentists and Key Fob updating Wallahs, can I?

I got readied, and double, treble checked the state of the flat, and that I had everything needed, and departed.

I’ll be back much later on… TTFN. I’m back, and it’s tomorrow morning, as I try to catch up with the updating of this blog. (Who said retirement is boring? – Hahaha!)

WD 100.20.0 I set out, intending to drop off the waste bags down the waste chute, but could not get through the workings tools spread in the lobby, to get there. Then I realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Back to the flat to collect them, and when got back to the lobby, the chaps were again working. They kindly took the bags off of me and dealt with them. That was kind of the lads.

3Wed11Down in the lift and walked along Chestnut Way, no raining, and it didn’t feel too cold, by the time I got to the end of the road and turned down Winchester Street, the pavement was again blocked by vehicles. So, more of the risky, life-threatening as I had to go on the road to get by. Harumph!

Once I got half-way down the main road, I stopped to put my woolly gloves on. My fingers and hands were white, and oh, so cold? Yet the rest of my flobby-bellied, overweight, tubby body, didn’t feel cold at all?

My hobble along Mansfield Road to the surgery was relatively pain-free. No Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Back-Pain-Brenda, Anne Gyna, Hernia Henry, Reflux Roger or Toothache Tim bothered me at all. Confusing, but then again, how often does this happen to others as they eventually get an appointment to see their Doctor? Hehe!

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WD 100.20.0 I got inside and went to reported to the Oberstgruppenführeress receptionist. They are all nice gals really. One of them signalled me to sit down before I could log in, another nice gesture! I got seated, but Arthur Itis was not keen on the idea. I felt a right fool taking so long to just sit down, the looks from the other waiting patients, were varied. I got out the crossword book and was soon deep in concentration, mainly cause I got a couple of answers.

WD 100.20.0 Doctor Vindla came out to collect me, but I didn’t hear her at first, and she made me jump when she tapped me on the shoulder. More odd looks were spotted on the faces of the other patients, as I struggled up on my feet.

WD 100.20.0 I knew from the look on her face, that the test results were not going to be good. I took the opportunity to mention the lesions on the leg. She assured me, despite my telling her I haven’t had a fall in days, and am sure I have not been scratching at the legs (I can’t even reach them to do that! – ah, maybe in my sleep?), that I had been scratching at the legs? She then informed me of the Diabetic ailment I’d acquired. Well, no, not that, but Prediabetic. I was to go and see the nurse, who will go through what needs to be done and take some more blood for further tests. I thanked her and she walked me out to the Nurses treatment room to await being summoned.

WD 100.20.0 I made the mistake of thinking it might take a while and sat down to do the crossword puzzle. But it was only a couple of minutes and the most gorgeous site appeared! ‘Nurse Nichole!’ Wonderful, gladdening and uplifting! I’ve not seen her for months!

In her room, and she was going to take the INR Warfarin blood; until I explained that the beautiful Nurse Christina had taken it yesterday. She then got my permission (and thanks for) to forward my details to the Nottingham City Diabetes Services, who’s service includes: Telephone education, advice and support to both patients and healthcare professionals; emotional and psychological support; structured education programmes (both group and one to one sessions); continuous blood glucose monitoring; foot assessment; care-planning and insulin initiation and management. (I looked that up later) 3Wed15They will contact me to arrange an appointment, and put me on a weekly ‘training’ course, locally, for 19 weeks.

We had a little natter and laugh about other things. And off I poddled, dropping some nibble off at the reception, and out into the cold sunlight.

3Wed15aI limped slowly, deep in thought, then along to the Lidl Store. Not many customers about this morning. I got inside and had a meander around, looking for bargains or some tasty-looking treats. I resisted the temptation of looking at the cream cakes, for those are a definite no-no from now on, I think.

I got to the self-serve checkouts and bought: Puff pastries, caramelised onion chutney, Skipjack tuna in brine, anchovies, parsnips, cooked meats, tomatoes and Amaretti biscuits. The latter being a nibble-pressie for the Sturmscharführeress ILC wardens back at Winwood Heights.

I was not worried about the new ailment and thought of a new name for it. I came up with Diabetic Doreen or hopefully, Prediabetes Petunia! Hehehe! An interesting look-up on Prediabetes: This site gives menus for what you should be eating. A possibility of adiaphorous happenings if I eat any of these! I can see I’ll be popular in the training course. Tsk!

What you should be eating

However, it has kale, cauliflower, avocado, broccoli, spinach, brussels sprouts, eggplant, zucchini, or bell peppers on every recipe. All of which I have been told not to eat, due to my varied range of other ailments! Oh, dearie me! Now I’ve depressed myself!

I caught a bus back to Sherwood, and took some shots of the Charity shops on Mansfield Road, there was plenty to choose from.

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3Wed19Crossed over the road and made my way up to the L9 bus stop. Where I was greatly cheered to see Margaret and Doris amongst others, sat there at the shelter. I mentioned the diagnosis. Someone said: “Your not the luckiest of buggers are you?” Nayer a truer word spoken mate! Margaret, with her deadpan delivery,  soon had me laughing as we nattered on. Bless her!

We arrived back at the flats, and I remembered about the key-fob having to be re-set, in the large social room. I thought I’d enter via Winwood Court lobby and drop off the Amaretto nibbles, then walk through to get the fob sorted.  As I passed the front of the 3Wed20building, Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and desk-top dancer Julie opened the fire door to remind me to get the key-fob done.

I got in and dropped the biscuits off in the Wardens Interrogation and body-search office, and into the big social room.

3Wed21The fob was soon done, then I made my way back to the flat through the link-passageway. During which, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley enjoyed herself with a rather intense bit of quagswagging.Not for long, though. I got to the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby, and into the cage, and up to the flat, without seeing anyone whatsoever.

3Wed22The first job, I got some parsnips chopped and in the pan simmering with some sea-salt.

WD 100.20.0 A brief visit from both Shirley and Dennis had me shaking and wobbling a bit, but once again, it was only for a matter of a minute or so.

Put away the purchasers, and I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

Then got the nosh served up, washed the pots first, before settling down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, Charity shop-bought, rickety recliner to die! That was a bad misspelling! I meant, to dine! Hahaha!

3Wed23WD 100.20.0 Note the lack of chips, fries or potatoes on the plate? I’ve got loads of them still in the freezer, though. I hate the thought of giving them away, just in case I weaken at a later date! (Coy cynical laugh) Maybe, perhaps, possibly, if I just have chips or potatoes twice a week? Oh. dear! I’m dithering even more than usual over this! A taste rating of 6.5/10 given for this meal.

I got the TV on, but I nodded off before the programme I wanted to watch came on.

WDP 2aWD 100.20.0An hour or so later I sprang awake. The dentist, I forgot the Dentist again! Self-loathing, total disgust and despair grew!

I lay there, spitting insults with hatred and venom at myself, for I don’t know how long. Farmisht and ferdrayt at my own stupidity! I genuinely feared for my future saneness, rationality, stability and capableness. The lousy mind-boggling Thought-Storming started. No rest, peace of mind, and no sleep for yonks, either!

I think I could use some anxiolytics!

Inchcock (In Brief) – Monday 24th February 2020: Chinwagging! Yahoo!

2020 Feb 24

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Monday 24th February 2020

Maori: Mane 24 o Pepuere 2020

00 Feb 24

02:00hrs: I rose, got out of the £300, second-hand recliner, caught my balance, and as the need for the Porcelain Throne developed, I realised that Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were all being kind to me! Good Stuff this!

WD 0.0.0 (1) I hobbled straight to

the wet room, with fingers, crossed that some unpainful movement will be passed. It wasn’t! Things felt rock solid again. After a go at crossword book, I realised that things were not about to develop, despite the innards rumbling and tumbling. So, off to the kitchen for tea and medications. It’s a breakfast I’ve become used to now. Haha!

1Mon03WD 0.0.0 (1) I got the kettle on the boil and started the new blister pack of medications.  Oh, dearie me! I could not see any of the Bisoprolol-Fumarate (beta-blockers) in the Monday pouch section? Mmm! I investigated closely and found, as I looked at the bottom of the pack, that many tiny pills had escaped from the pots, into either other tubs out of view, under the cellophane cover that had not been stuck on properly!

So, after taking eight weeks, no, ten, to get help with the problems of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA leaving me without medications for five days, and to change the tablets (Furesomide) back into packs. This is due to having three tablets of a very similar size and all white, in the same pot, I was taking the wrong ones! Still, they initially found a temporary solution to this, by leaving me without any tablets at all, for the five days! Flanglemanglingly-Frenetically-Frustrating!

Then, after begging help from the Medicine Management Team, The Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital, the Falls Team, the After-Stroke Care Unit, The Haematology Nurses, I can report that nothing changed! Then, I spoke with my Doctor Vindla, and Hey-Presto, the tablets were separated.

This month, thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, now I am back to the start again, and having tablets I cannot recognise, as the blister-packs are not assembled correctly. The tablets are getting shared between pots and stuck out of view underneath the top sheet!

If nothing else, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA are persistent and reliable in making cock-ups and putting my life at risk. So, if any Nottinghamians have had enough, and wish to depart the world, try getting your prescriptions from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, they’ll do their best for you! Frogglemoths!

As one age’s and hopes (risibly) for a peaceful life’s end, you can rest fully assured that Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, will do their best to destroy your dream. Bless ’em!

Now, this may sound like eristic, choplogic verbiage… that is because it is! Humph!

WD 0.0.0 (1) As I was starting to do the updating for yesterday’s blog, the stomach suddenly gurgled. Off to the Throne again. Much agony was suffered, but at least I’d rid myself of a right dollop! Medicated the bleeding and applied some Care cream.

Back to the computer, and thanks to the ailments kindness, I got it all done and finished on a couple of hours. (A smidge of swankiness overcome me!) I put some bits on Pinterest, then I made up the template for, and started this post.

WD 0.0.0 (1) A few minutes later, it was back to Porcelain Throne visit Mark-3. (Tsk!) What another painfull session, but this time a massive, messy, malodorous affair! More cleaning and medicationalisationing was done.

1Mon04A go on the TFZer Facebooking next.

WDP 20194Ablutionisationalistic duties next: Astounding! Total dropsies: Three! Honestly! The sock-glide was bit bother-ridden, but no injuries to report. No cuts shaving! And the legs (Sorry for the lousy photo, got the shakes), were looking much better. I think the Bamboo socks are really helping with the Clopidogrel. I can’t believe how well the session went!

WDP 2019B01WD 0.0.0 (1) I got things ready for the trip to town. (despite the rain falling, Humph!) After much oscillating, shilly-shallying, and treble checking the state of the flat for safely before exiting (and still uncertain), I set out. My hesitancy, indecisiveness, fence-sitting and differing undecidedness, is beginning to annoy me more than ever! My vincibility is too apparent. Help 1Mon05needed! In the lift lobby on my floor, it looked like the workmen were going to do some more noisy work on the floor and wiring. Still, we’ve had about two-years, 4-months and twenty-one days of it, now. Not that I’m counting! Haha! 

1Mon05aDown to the ground floor, and though the lovely warmth of the link passage to Winwood Court.

Seeing the rain through the window en route, was a tad demoralising. Haha!

I nipped in to see the wardens in the Iteroggation & Strip-search office. Nibbles left with them, well Lydia, she was on her own in there. Then to Winchester Court lobby, and a few tenants were there in the dry waiting for the bus to arrive, so I joined them. Had a mini-natter with Angela and Penny.

The trip to town is almost a total blank, apart from having a chinwag with Penny en route. (I think) A Dizzy Denis visit cause this spot of amnesia. Tut!

When I got of of the bus and got wet, things got back to normal mind-wise. (Well, as 1Mon05bnormal as I can expect).

WD 0.0.0 (1) As I hobbled up to the crossing lights, I got a sneer-come-scowl from a Student when he saw me get the camera out. I just threw a glare of contempt back at him!

1Mon06Then crossed the road and I limped along the very wet and puddled, Glasshouse Street, and on to the Aldi store on Huntingdon Street. Where I spent a lot of cash, buying far too much stuff, as I saw various treats and weakened. Caramelised biscuits, lemon fool desserts, Room sprays, cheese, cobs and tomatoes. As well as the garden peas and Sourdough baguette that I had gone there for in the first place. Sad, innit? The trolley bag was filled, and I had to use a durable bag and hung it on a handlebar of the trolley-guide.

Paid the gal on the till, who was patient with me, and helped pack the bags for me ♥. Out and over the road to the Victoria1Mon06a Centre.

WD 0.0.0 (1) I cut through Old Street and spotted my first bit of Nottinghamian Street Art. A little further along, there were smashed bottles and glasses on the pavement?

1Mon07I cut through the shopping mall and out onto Mansfield Road. Out into the precipitation again, a chap held the door open for me too. Thank you, mate! Then another bit of happy-making, I saw my first smile of the day! From the gal in this photo at the back. Things were looking up!

I called in the bargain store. Another financially-fatal decision! As if I needed any proof of my equivocational tendencies, I came out with two, I say two different fabric softeners because I couldn’t decide which one to buy! Now that is pitiful! Along with some nougat, sea salt and BBQ seasoning grinders. Out into the rain, and limped through Trinity Square onto Parliament Street, and along to and down Market Street.

1Mon09aWD 0.0.0 (1) At the nearest point to the Student colleges, I noticed the paving slabs, that were replaced a few weeks ago, had already got the artwork of their chewing gum designs.

I took so many photographs, in the morning I made up a post of the visit to the town and posted it separately, to this blog. It has many more snaps on it, and some sadly written odes with each photo. Haha!

Inchcock’s Trip to Nottingham

1Mon13Down the hill and through to Wheeler Gate, and into the Poundland shop. Where I came out with even more Caramelised biscuits, fabric softener, cobs and more things that I cannot remember now (I lost the receipt). 

1Mon14aWalked around the square, and took some pictures, then up to Queen Street and the bus stop.

Another food delivery Pavement Cyclist, a new one I think, he was checking his phone, presumably on s sat-nav site? And his box was too clean. We have 20 food outlets in Victoria Centre Towers, plus about 15 in the malls. I have passed at least 25 others in town today, how are they all making money?

1Mon19I was the only person at the bus stop, and the bus arrived on time. Sad, that we are to lose the service on the 1st April, or was it March?

At the next stop, the bus filled up a lot, and Penny was with them. She moved to sit next to me when she saw me. I liked that!

A lovely nattering session all the way home. Most of it was concerning us losing the L9 altogether, and how it will work with 40 bus replacing it. No one knows for sure.

1Mon20We got inside, and in the link passage, I asked Penny if I could take her photo, for my blog. Penny put on a smile for me, and this is it, open the left.

We pressed on, and Peny got off the elevator, and we exchanged our farewells. I carried on to the 12th-floor, and into the flat’s foyer, and rang Josie’s bells (They can’t touch me for it! Haha!)

Josie saw me struggling to get the trolley in the flat, with all the bags, and came and carried things into the kitchen with me. Bless her! I thanked her profusely.

1Mon21I was doing well, physically, and put the stuff away. No guilt at getting so much? Which normally would have shown itself?

I got some chips cooking in the oven, got washed and changed ready for settling after eating, and prepared the plate on the tray with many and varied treats for myself.

WD 0.0.30 a Then, after I’d started to take the oven chips out… things got into a series of frustrating foul-ups! First, the nerve-ends let me drop the chips on the kitchen floor! This caused some naughty language to be spoken!

WD 0.0.0 (1) And, as it timed and fated, Duodenal Donald, and Anne Gyna both kicked off together! So bad, that I left the chips on the deck, and took a good swig of the pathetically weak Peptic medicine. Then returned to salvage what I could of the chips, and checked them for any muck,  putting those that looked clear, back in the oven to rewarm! I was beyond bothering, it annoyed me so much dropping the food!

1Mon22Eventually, I got the meal served up. Albeit with far fewer chips (Humph!)

An excellent meal. Taste Rating 8/10. Had it not been for the fiasco of my dropping the chips, and the thought if still having to be cleaned up after it, the score may well have been a record. Dangwangles, damn and blast My ailments!

Still, Nurse Christina might be calling tomorrow! Hey-ho!

I cleaned up in the kitchen, then got down in the xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting. When I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, ready-for-recycling, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

Things were not good pain-wise. Anne and Donald made sure of that.