Inchcock Today – Tue 26 Mar 2019: Not one of my betterer days. Humph!

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2019 Mar 26

Tuesday 26th March 2019

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23:55hrs. I woke and immediately found myself frantically fumbling my way out of the ci1968 second-hand, £300 rickety, rusty recliner; and taking the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket).

wd 255.102.0 Where I discovered that the wee-wee mode had changed to that of being an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee). By the time I had readjusted things ready to take the EGPWWB off to be cleansed and sanitised, I needed another further session! The stinging and tingling was a lot worse this morning. And yet, the legs felt and looked like most of the fluid retention had gone? I hobbled to the kitchen with the bucket and antisepticated it, in readiness for what was obviously going to be further heavy use later on.

I collected the tray and plate from the main room where I’d left it last night, and washed them up. There were no signs of any Nocturnal-Nibbling. Smug-Mode Adopted!

wd 255.102.0 Got the sphygmomanometer out, and had to nip to the wet room for a wee-wee and to use the Porcelain Throne. The rear-end evacuation went okay. But, Little Inchies Lesion was leaking, stinging and painful for some reason, overuse probably. Tsk! Back to get the Health Checks done. Sys 154, Dia 80, Pulse 88 and Temp 35°.

Got the computer on and updated yesterday’s blog. With all the farces and photographs taken, this took me aeon. Four wee-wees later, all SSPWWs. I finally got the blog posted off, and went on the WordPress reader.

I actually fancied some chips for breakfast, But, I refrained, abstained, resisted and went on the food-wagon in shame at myself! Smug Mode increased to Super-Smug-Mode!

I made a start on this post. The top of the page Morning’s Rhyme of Thoughts just flowed from the brain for once! After one more wee-wee and about an hour or so, the need for another Porcelain Throne session arrived. Again, the evacuation was okay, but the following wee-wee was for a change, of the ELDWWIEEWW (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-will-it-ever-end-wee-wee) style. I got a feeling of deja vu, as I got out the Victoria Wood biography to read, and completed several pages before I dared move and was moderately confident that things had completely finished. Luckily, they had. Phew!

wd 255.102.0 I got the camera and took some shots of the pins (Legs). Only the area around where the leg-ulcer gave cause for concern. The different pigmentation and white spots might be the ulcer beginning to return. The ankle did this before the sore appeared nine weeks ago? The usual one leg more fluid-filled than the other, but not so markedly today. If the Tate gallery is interested in financing me, so they can use these photographs as part of a display, just let me know. They are better than a pile of bricks, surely? Bringing my legs to put on show at the gallery, will cost more of course. And also, if any medical laboratories are interested? Thank you!

 

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I went to make a fresh brew of tea, and get some biscuits to dunk for breakfast. A quick diversion to the EGPWWB for an ELDWWIEWW (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-will-it-end-wee-wee) style wee-wee. Washed the dandies and got the brew and Scottish Highland biscuits.

I shot some snaps with the newer camera, from the unwanted new kitchen windows. That cannot be reached to be cleaned, and are light and view-blocking.

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Back to the computer after an ELDWWIEWW.

The doorbell chimed-out. T’was Riechsführeress Commanding Officeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana, to check the Wrist Alarm with the NCH Control.

I was advising her of my problems with the Glide and socks, and telling her about the nerves problems in the legs.

wd 255.102.0 I was a bit embarrassed as I had not done any ablutions and was in my jammie-bottoms, because of how bad I felt. The dizzies kept visiting. Then the chimes rang out again. Marvellous innit, for eleven days one does the ablutions, shaving, etc. early, the one day you don’t feel like bothering, Two people call at the flat! The second caller was an engineer to check on the length of cable from the heater to the plug.

wd 255.102.0 I still dare not go out, because of the wee-weeing and Dizzy Dennis. I ain’t too good at all. The Doctor must listen to me on my next visit.

I made an order from Ocado, for delivery for tomorrow.

I went on CorelDraw to do a few more page top graphics. Three wee-wees and three hours later, the fatigue set in. Which was a little worrying, as I had not done ‘owt over-physical all day?

Took the medications and got the oven on for the chips or waffles whichever I decide on having. Dizzy Dennis visited, the first time for hours.

2Tue10Feeling right depressed and weary now, not really knowing why, apart fro, persistent Dizzy Dennis, maybe.

Got the nosh sorted out. I couldn’t even be bothered about buttering the bread.

I ate it, but got little enjoyment from doing so, this is not me at all!

The wee-wees seem to have got far less now.

TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Sun 24 Mar 2019: Fears, panic-attacks, Dizzy Dennis and computer problems. Followed by the realisation that I am completely Farmisht!

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2019 Mar 24

Sunday 24th March 2019

Esperanto: Dimanĉon 24 Marton 2019

00:00hrs. I woke spot on midnight. No time for the usual morning mind medley, melee and maze today; I was out of the second-hand ci1968 recliner like a seventy-six-year-old and limping to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) in minutes! This expulsion was of the LSPWW (Long sharp Painful Wee-wee) mode. Then, I had a summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrive. To which I responded with promptness. Just as well I did because it was a close call, but I made it just in time. The mind meandered off a little as I was typing this: ♫Just in time, I found you just in time, Before you came, my time was running low, I was lost, the losing dice were tossed, My bridges all were crossed, nowhere to go, etc.♫

WD 200.0.0 The long evacuation went well; I read some of the Victoria Wood biography. But I clouted my head on the corner of the cabinet as I bent down to retrieve the book I’d dropped! Huh!

Did the Health Checks and took the medications, then made a brew. Off on another Porcelain Throne visit. All okay!

WD 200.0.0 And started to update the Saturday blog…

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This was just the start of my computer-internet problems! A Firefox update came in, so I downloaded it. Finished the blog and went to email the link to it.

WD 200.0.0 I could not access my email account, getting this message.

7Sun02.jpgShit! I panicked a bit, no, a lot. After turning off and on a few times, it was apparent that it was not due to the Virgin going slow? Cannot be repaired! I tried on Google, but the link on there had lost all the contacts, and it was for my other old email account anyway, still no access to the current Email!

I tried WordPress on Google, that was also an old one out of date that had not been updated. The panic grew, now joined by anger and frustration!

After much angst and effort, I found I could open the Google Email, and change log-in and get to my Emails, but I had to use Chrome. Hurrah, I thought!

7Sun03WD 200.0.0 Then I went to send the link and some photographs to the Pinterest site. Oh, no! I got this screen up, no access to this either on Firefox! Sodding updates!

I tried on Google, I just got a blank screen on there!

Is this problem through Virgin or the Firefox update? Really pissed-off now!

WD 200.0.0 And the Grammarly is not working well at all. Grr!

Might it be a combination of the update and internet, the lights on the Virgin box are still doing a fair bit of flashing on and off?

WD 200.0.0 In a foul mood as well, I started to create this post. I’d not got far when I thought I’d turn everything off and start over again. Naturally having not the foggiest idea if it would work or not, and aware that I just might lose everything… I tried it!

7Sun07Oh, dearie me, I do feel a clot!

I found out that I had downloaded two of the new copies of Firefox! A new one and the old one that has been updated, I think? Phew!

The relief! I soon myself quietly belting out Dean’s ♫  That’s Amore! ♫, as the Email and Pinterest were all working again!

The wee-weeing continue, each one of the LSPWW style. But, having just sorted out the computer, at last, I was in a good mood, and they did not bother me in the slightest!

7Sun10After another Porcelain Throne visitation.

I put this third visit down to the chilli and black beans last night, but they tasted so good, and with me still on a high from getting the computer problems sorted all on my own (Smug Mode Adopted!), I was unconcerned about how and where all the evacuation material was coming from. Haha!

7Sun07aWith all the hassle and palaver with things this morning, I hadn’t really noticed, or maybe they had just started, but the legs were extremely itchy around the Arthur Itis kees and shins. They felt like something was crawling under the skin?

And, they looked just the opposite of how they did yesterday. Nothing new with this I understand that, but the change in appearance was rather acute. The mangleisation and warpedness had returned to the patellas again? In a way, I was pleased to see they had a bit more colour, but not so keen on it being yellow!

TabsieXThe landline light flashed. It was Sister Jane a calling. She’s doing her best to catch me up on medical appointments I think. At last, she is close to seeing someone about her mangled foot and big toe! Poor gal sounds a bit wary of not having an anaesthetic for the job, she is worried methinks. I hope all goes well for her, and she can get rid of her warpedness. Hehehe! I hope this photo of long lost and much missed Tabsie can cheer her up.

7Sun11I got a very early nosh sorted out.

Polish Sil sausages, buttered baguettes with sliced tomatoes, a few chips, and an old fashioned pot of custard & jelly. And the medications.

No sooner eaten, and I was off for yet another wee-wee and Porcelain Throne (I’ve lost count of them now) session. If this keeps up, surely I’ll have nothing left to come out? Hehehe! I washed and thought about getting a shave, but decided I was now too tired to bother. I’ll have to get it done in the morning.

7Sun11aInto the kitchen, and almost cried when I saw how damaged and sad the poor tree copse looked. The wind damage had felled some trees, and many branches were hanging off of the trunks.

I got settled down onto the £300 second-hand, old ci1968 rickety recliner, but the mind was not settled. The past, the future, such as it looks, ailments, wee-wees, Throne demands, the axonotmesis, the ever-changing pins (legs), Sister Jane’s foot and toe, Brexit and hpw much longer will earth last before we destroy it, all passed through the brain box.

Then Dizzy Dennis paid me an unexpected visit, only a short few second-attack. Succeeded by another wee-wee demand.

Been an odd sort of day!

TTFNski each.

 

 

Inchcock Today – Sat 16 Mar 2019: A tediously natterless, unexciting Saturday. But, I got tons of graphicationalisationing done!

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2019 Mar 16

Saturday 16th March 2019

Croatian: Subota 16. ožujka 2019

GCB05d23:45hrs. I woke up with the brain in confusion. The regular rampage of fears, embarrassments, and uncertainties kaleidoscoping around harassing my mind, like a nubivagant bird in turbulent skies. Determined, irritating, disturbing, and tenacious.

Fortunately, the moment I tried to move to check if any nocturnal nibbling signs were about, the pain from the boil, Duodenal Donald, and the bloated-hard legs, rid me of these brain-bothering discomposures. 

WD 0.0.0a I operated the lift button on the £300, second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner, it worked on the third press, and as I stood up, the smarting sole of the left foot was so tender, it made me jump and I toppled-over onto the foot-ottoman! After extracting my lumbering jelly-mould-stomached body from the footrest, I had a feel around for any injuries. Apart from a bit of scraped skin and a small blue bruise already coming up on the shin, all looked and felt well. My embarrassment and frustration were not. Hehehe!

6Sat04I limped to the kitchen to get the kettle on. I opened the unwanted unliked new window, with its glass I can’t access for cleaning and its view-blocking, light stopping thick frames, and took this picture, while I waited for the kettle to boil.

That chug-chug noise was heard again. And, I did not have my hearing aids in?

WD 0.0.0a The summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room. A messy evacuation. The boil on the bottom was tender, too. The Fungal Lesion had been bleeding. The boil on the thigh seems to have disappeared? The bum-boil stung something awful. Duodenal Donald turned a bit nastier. The leg-ulcer feels like there are worms inside and resisting scratching it is hard. And then I dropped the crossword book into the toilet bowl! Not one of the most comfortable starts to a day I’ve had. Haha! But, I have had far worse, so, no going off into throwing a moody mode from me this time.

6Sat03I checked the pins. It looked like the leg-ulcer really was making a comeback. It seemed to be getting redder than it was last night. The tingling and itchiness are getting stronger. Still, maybe this will not be a bad thing if it does return. Then I will have something to show the staff at the  Mary Potter Health Centre, instead of just photographs of what it looked like eight weeks ago when I first visited my Doctor, and she took a swab, and said ‘In about two weeks you will hear from the Health Centre with an appointment for them to look at it. The little fibber, her! Hahaha!

Got the cleaning up and medicating done, and returned to the kitchen. Made the brew and got the Health Checks done.

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6Sat06The resulting figures seemed okay to me, apart from the increase in weight. I’ve never been heavier in my life! I hoped this was just due to fluid retention, but I don’t know.

I imbibed the medications and creamed the three areas in need.

02:15hrs. Back to the front room, and got the computer on. Then I realised I had not taken any Furesomide tablets. So I had one-and-a-half, to try and clear out the water from the painfully bloated legs. Being a Saturday, I will not be going out, so in case the wee-wees start coming, it will not matter. I got out and disinfected the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) ready, just in case things get over -wee-weeish. Haha!

03:15hrs. Making a start on updating the Friday blog, and the first wee-wee arrived. It was in the style of an LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee), but without any splash-backs on this occasion.

I pressed on with the diary. 03:40hrs. The second wee-wee activated. I only had two paces to take from the computer chair to the EGPWWB, but only just made it in time! This time it was an ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee). I shook some of the freshener capsules into the bucket afterwards, and they frothed up and nearly came over the edge of the bin! Blimey, what’s in my wee?

Posted of the diary and made a start on this one. Went on the WordPress Reader section.

06:40hrs. Then went on CorelDraw to make up some page header graphics. Got them made up by 0915hrs and made a brew before going on to create the templates. All this time, Iand I only needed one wee-wee? A bit concerning having taken the Furesomide?

Made the brew, and pored it out to brew for a couple of minutes. I spoke too soon about the wee-weeing, I had to hasten to the EGPWWB, and have a UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee), despite the feeling it was going to be a hose-pipe-like job, it wasn’t?

Washed up, and fetched not as warm as I had hoped mug of tea. Tsk! Back on WordPress to make up the drafts. All done at 11:10hrs. And with only one wee-wee being needed. Very complicated, trying to work out why it is not flowing, especially after my taking two Furosemides?

I got the kettle on.

6Sat29Fodder readied. The mini-chicken-sausages and potato mini-hash-balls were delightful. The highlight of this meal was the seasoned baked beans, though. Here is my recipe (using canned beans in tomato juice). Seasoning: half a teaspoon of demerara sugar, generously poured over distilled vinegar, mustard and two big spoonfuls of Chinese sweet & sour sauce! Mix the added ingredients and leave to marinate, stirring occasionally. When you get the saucepan on the heat, keep the heat on low, but for a long time. I did mine for forty-minutes on the lowest setting, then, just before dishing it out, I turned up the heat, and stayed watching over it and stirring all the time. (From the best selling, Inchcock Craddock Cookery Ideas. Hahaha!) Bootiful! 9.2/10.

Got down on in the recliner, and turned on the TV. Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis while I was watching Norman Wisdom’s ‘The Bulldog Breed’. I can’t recall much after this.

Inchcock Today – Sun 10 Mar 2019: Roll on Monday. Hehe!

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2019 Mar 11

Sunday 10th March 2019

Moari: Rātapu 10 o Maehe 2019

2016-06-14 11.28.2301:05hrs. When I woke, I found it hard to believe how long I had slept for, considering all the hours I nodded off for yesterday. At least I was in a slightly better mood with myself this morning. The self-depreciation had eased off a bit, and I thought today might bring forth a better frame of mind and less anguish. My thoughts were still Farmisht, but for some reason, I was living with them more comfortably? Probably, most likely, due to my defeatist relinquishing and renouncing of any hopes of improvement in my sepulchral, bleak existence.

WD128.0.0 I fear that the Grumps, Kvetching and Curmudgeoning modes will take-over later, from my usual acceptingly-placid, go-with-the-flow style. My EQ tells me this. But I pray it is wrong for once.

After my few minutes mournful, morning-musings, I extracted my most abdominous, overheavy, bloated legs and stomached body from the second-hand, £300, ci 1968 rickety recliner, and gained a semi-perpendicular stance. I’m glad to report that the nocturnal-activities had not involved any nibbling or dropping, scattering items on the carpet for me to tread on this time.

Over to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). The release was just a trickle, and the bucket had not been used overnight. I thought I’d be able to safely empty and clean it and then store it away now.

7Sun03Especially after I checked the legs. The gnarling of the knees had lessened, they were both of the sameish colour, though they had moved positions again. Ha-ha!

I thought I could see an outline of a chicken on one of the knees after taking this photo, The right one as you look at the picture) I can’t find it now. Tsk!

Cleaned and stored the EGPWWB handily in the kitchen, in plain unobstructed view, just in case.

Got the hemadynamometer and thermometer out, to carry out the Health Checks. But was side-tracked by the call to the Porcelain Throne.

WD128.0.0 I was caught out with the amount of bleeding from Hammorhoid Harold. The evacuation went well, and I read a page or two of the Victoria Wood biography. I cleansed and applied some Germoloid Cream, gently. Hehe! Put some new PPs on, and wrapped the used ones in the bag supplied.

WD128.0.0 Back to the Health Checks. Again I was surprised, at the readings all round really. Sys up, Dia down, and pulse up! I wish I could fathom out why this is.

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I made a brew of the deliciously-strong Glenghettie Assam tea and swallowed the medications, tablets, capsules, and medicines. No injections this morning, and no Furesomide needed (I hope).

On to the computer, to update the Saturday post. This lasted for only a few minutes, and a second-demand for the Porcelain Throne interjected. A bit soon after the first one? 

WD128.0.0 As I stood up to make my way to the wet room, I knew from the wet-warm sensations from the front and back of the PPs, I was in trouble! And I was right, I’m afraid. The evacuation itself was fine, but Haemorrhoid Harold’s and Little Inchies fungal lesion had been ensanguining worse than I can remember for a long time. There followed a marathon, painful and worrying ten-minutes or more, of cleaning and medicationalisationing to the tender areas included applying; Dakacort nitrate hydrocortisone and Allantoin, Lidocaine Hydrochloride. (All right, blood stopper and pile cream, Hehehe!). Changed the PPs again. Good job my mate Michael helps me out with these!

Back to my blogging. I got the diary finished and sent off to WordPress. During doing this, I needed only one wee-wee. That was again, a drip-drip affair. Why have things changed so quickly on the wee-weeing side? I was beginning to let myself get uptight again, with all these irregular ailments kicking off and bleeding so much, and my not understanding why.

To the kitchen to make another brew, and could see many emergency vehicle blue lights nearby. By the time I’d fetched the camera, they had all gone or been turned off. So I took these shots of the general view.

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Back on the computer and made a start on this blog. Checked the Emails and a weather warning was received… Snow in Nottingham! Warning in place Between 3 am, and 11 am on Sunday 10th March. Snow Warning Nottinghamshire The Post put this picture up of the same day last year.

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Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun overcame me, quite suddenly. I sat down in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and fell asleep.

Sister Jane rang, it was a terrible connection, that cut-off after a couple of minutes. Jane rang back, still a bad line, but we struggled through for a few minutes, then I lost her again.

Went to make a brew, feeling more in line with things now that the ailments have cleared.

Did the Health Checks, and suddenly felt so tired? Confusing me today. The wee-wee’s being so few and of no power, just a trickle? Dennis and Shaun, the bleeding, my feeling so weary as such a decent sleep as well? My not feeling hungry as well, all doing my confidence no benefit. But still, hey-ho, I’m still here.

JPIceskateI rang Jane back and although still a struggle to hear everything she commanded and lambasted me for, at least we didn’t lose the connection this time. During this telephone-chinwag, I discovered I was overeating, too much bread and must cut-it-out. The buses being cut-back will make me walk further and be good for me. And… oh, I’ve forgotten the last telling off subject… Hahaha!

I put this photo in to cheer them up and make up for my bending of Jane’s words. Hehe! A dashing looking couple!

I thought of something I can usually eat easily for the not-felt-like-eating meal. Thought I do some oven chips tomatoes and a slice or two of the small milk roll bread, I should manage to eat it if made only a few chips.

Off to the kitchen, and Oh boy, was it snowing out there. I took some photographs.

I decided I could not face anything to eat yet, so I made a brew and watched some TV instead. Naturally, I fell asleep once more. Woke up needing the Porcelain Throne. An easier evacuation this time. Washed and got the Health Checks done, then I took two more weather pictures. They stick out don’t they, the last two? I’ve put them all together here. These later ones were taken with the newer camera.

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7Sun25Got the nosh served up, such as it was.

Took the evening medications with the fodder. 

I had planned, to make a list of the medications ready for the leg ulcer clinic, and do the ablutions to save time in the morning before I go to the blood test at the surgery.

But, I fell asleep – yet once more! This old age is a drag. Now it seems I’m licenced to fall asleep anywhere, anytime! Grumph!

 

 

Inchcock Today – Mon 4 March 19:

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2019 Mar 03

Monday 24th March 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 24 Mawrth 2019

23:30hrs. Most of the night I was awake and listening to the howling winds. They were getting worse, and for some reason, it felt like the wind was belting through the flat. I gave up on getting to sleep and decided I’d get up and make a mug of tea.

1Mon01aI defenestrated my disproportionately large-girthed body from the £300 second-hand, ci.1986 recliner, almost with ease.

WD 0.0.255c Off to the kitchen, where I was met with the kitchen towel roll blowing in the wind and had unrolled itself!

Being the keen, alert-minded, Sherlock Holmes sort of old chap that I am, I soon discovered the reason for this, as the wind hit me in the face, coming in through the window I had left partly open last night!

I closed the window shut, (It was not easy with the wind coming in so strongly, wind in the wrong direction for me, Haha!) rerolled the kitchen towel and took a photo of it still blowing about in the breeze? The wind noise had greatly-reduced now. Tsk! Well, it would be, wouldn’t it? I’m quick yer know. Haha!

1Mon07WD 0.0.255c I had to nip to the wet room for an SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee). I checked out the pins (legs). They had gone back to looking pale and ashen. I think a couple more blood papsules had come up, and one had disappeared. The wobbly-knee was looking less inflamed, though. The imbalance in fluid retention between the two pins remained obvious.

I went back to the kitchen. Gawd blimey, it felt even colder in there now!

I made a brew of tea and got the Health Check gear out. Everything, the thermometer, sphygmomanometer, drawer handles, the whole enchilada I came into contact with felt awfully cold!  Including me, so I put on the dressing gown. 1Mon01

Then I noticed how the lights outside seemed to be twinkling so much.

I soon discerned that this was due to the high winds blowing the trees and bushes around so much. I said I quick. Hehehe!

I took this picture through the window. Not that the twinkling shows, of course. There was no way I intended to open them again!

I got the Health Checks sorted out.

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1Mon06Apart from a high temperature (Than usual, for me anyway), everything else looked fine.

I went on the computer and updated the HC record on Excel for last week and this morning.

WD 0.0.255c The tea had gone cold, so I made myself another potation.

I made a start on this blog to here, then updated yesterday’s post and sent it off to WordPress.

WD 0.0.255c Had to divert to the Porcelain Throne in something of a rush… Not such a messy evacuation today, and I had time to read a bit of the Victoria Wood biography. Cleaned the porcelain, washed the dandies and went to make yet another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold again.

WD 0.0.255c Then I went on the BBC website to check the weather and football scores. I discovered I am not as quick as I earlier claimed. The winds were from Storm Freya. So, I should have had the nous to think about closing the windows last night. What a Schlemiel I am!

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Well, that’s me staying indoors today, I reckon!

I got on with writing this blog.

Visited the TFZer Facebook page.

Then started on Coreldraw making some more draught headers.

Phew! That soon me until 05:50hrs to get done. Ready for some brekkers now. Cornflakes for me, I think.

1Mon07cOcado order arrived. Put things away. I got the Flowers to try and cheer-up very-poorly Jenny. I do pray she will be alright.

I noticed that the clouds, although looking so beautiful, were travelling across the scenic view from the unwanted new kitchen windows at a lickety-split pace. This informed me that the winds had not calmed down as much as I’d thought they had. This reaffirmed my decision not to go out today. Well, I’m calling at Jenny & Franks and going to the hut Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, to see Obersturmführeress Warden Deana, and Sturmbannführeress Julie. Then I’ll get back inside the apartment.

I tended to the ablutions. Getting the hang of the new showerhead now. Got dressed, t’was a struggle, but I got the socks on. Hehe! Then took the black bags (5 of them) and got them to the waste chute and deposited them.

WD 0.0.255c I departed, along with the white bag of recycling waste, and called at Jenny’s flat. No answer to the bell, so I went to the lift lobby; and Frank came out. I apologised for bothering him, and ask how Jenny was. Not very good, I’m afraid! I handed Frank the flowers for Jenny, and the pint of milk in case it might save them going out for any later.

1Mon07dOut I went and dropped off the white bag, and notice that the howling winds had blown against a sign on the metal fencing and bent it right away out from the frame!

It made walking up the road a bit of a risky business. I met Deana going the other way and asked if Julie was in the hut. ‘If I hurry she might be!’ But she had gone out on her rounds, like Deana had, by the time I arrived. So I slipped some nibbles in the fridge for them. I hope they don’t get knicked.

Only seven residents or so in there this morning. I think the wind might have put others, like me, off from going out. Hehe! A few bits of persiflage were shared with Penny, Angela, and others.

WD 0.0.255c Then I felt the warm-wet sensation and knew that Little Inchies lesion was bleeding. So, embarrassed, I made a hasty withdrawal back to Woodthorpe Court.

1Mon08I had to use another dodgy pedestrian route. The winds had moved the concrete based fencing, leaving even less room the manoeuvre.

WD 0.0.255c Would you like to guess who banged his head against the tall bent leaning fence on the left in this photographicalisation? Klutz! Luckily, I had my flat cloth cap on. Haha!

I observed that the washers were both free as I entered the foyer entrance. I got up to the flat, in and to the wet room. Set about cleaning and medicating the fungal lesion. Not a nice nor pain-free undertaking, but it has to be done. Let me think, that Little Inchy, Kidney Pains Kevin, The Leg Wound and Wobble Knee Neil, all awaiting appointments to be checked out, now! No wonder I sometimes get frustrated!

Then I got the laundry things and togs and down to the laundry room.

1Mon09Back up to the apartment. I pondered on what to have for nosh today. Being as I really want to try out the Sicilian Green tomatoes I had delivered from Ocado, I decided to have the ready-prepared meal that I got as well.

I’ll have the Lamb Moussaka, put plenty of extra cheese on it, with sliced green tomato, and a small baguette with it.

These tomatoes are called Marinda Natoora variety. The label says; Green-capped skins, umami flavour. So I looked up ‘umami’ on the web. Wikipedia said: “Umami or savoury taste, is one of the five basic tastes. It has been described as savoury and is characteristic of broths and cooked meats?

Ah-well, I’ll try them later.

WD 0.0.255c I got carried away updating this blog, and was an hour late in going down to move the clothes from washer to dryer! Schlemiel!

Luckily no one had needed the washer and took the things out, they were still in the drum. I moved them to the dryer, set it going, made a note of the time and back up and set the timer, near the computer so as not to ‘blob-it’ again with the drying time.

WD 0.0.255c This made me think of the missing second-hand £2 watch. I had a ferret around searching anywhere I thought I may not have looked. Of course, it was an utterly unsuccessful effort! Grumph!

I updated this blog until the alarm reminded me to go down to collect the laundry.

The workmen who were fitting the new Fire Sprinkler system were using the lifts, and it took me ages to get down to the ground floor.

As I got out of the lift, the queue of folks to get in was rather large. Nora and Penny amongst them, who I greeted with a cheery “Ah, you’re back, well done!” But not having the hearing aids in, I don’t know if I got any reply, but I did a couple of smiles. Hehehe!

1Mon10I got in the laundry room, emptied the dryer and folded the togs. Wiped the drum and cleaned the filter.

Then Penny arrived, down to do some washing. We had a natter as I put the things in the bag. She had to shoot off, cause she’d got something cooking. But you never know, but I know, that also, I had no B.O. Hohoho! Is there no end to my poetic-wit!

When I got up to the twelfth floor, I photographicalised the prep work done up to now on the Fire Sprinkler system.

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1Mon11Health Checks carried out.

Nosh prep work. Got the Moussaka in the oven, with plenty of extra grated mature cheddar cheese added. Sliced the Marinda Natoora tomato ready to put on top of the meal later. Set the timer to remind me to add the toms to the meal. I nibbled a slice, and could not decide if I liked the taste or not. They did not have a tomato flavour as any other would have, and it is hard to choose the right words, but I’ll try. ‘Nutty’ ‘Not strong, more a delicate but positive tang’.

1Mon12I noticed that a jet trail in the sky was breaking up so quickly after it had been made. The high winds, the cause perhaps. So I took this snap of it.

I put on the TV, with the timer at my side and made sure I did not fall asleep. The timer burst into life and off to the kitchen I went.

I added the tomatoes o1Mon13n top of the meal, and a small baguette as well.

When it all looked good, I served it up, and a right-treat it was, too.

The heated fancy tomatoes tasted almost meaty, very tasty and without using any salt on them as well. Excellent to use in cooking I think.

Despite tiredness dawning so suddenly, I did enjoy this gastronomic delight. A taste rating of 9.2/10 for this.

Washed the pots, during which I stopped to take these photographs of the turbulent, but beautiful-looking early evening sky.

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Then, of course, I found it harder than ever to nod-off. Eventually, I did and was so thankful.

WD 0.0.255c Both door alarms chimed out! With much strength of willpower,  and not being mentally with-it, I hauled my part-rested body, with its so irritated and pissed-off mind at being woken up from my slumber to the door. Dizzy Dennis’s previous attack was still affecting me, so I used the walking stick. It was a technician, who informed me that the fire-alarm was down and he thought the problem might be in my flat, and can he come it to check things? I was not very responsive, but I realised it was not his fault, let him in, and he did some checks. He departed saying something as he left, his body language told me all was okay now, but I did not catch any of his words.

Locked the door and back into the recliner. Of course, now I found it harder than ever to get back to sleep! Tsk!

Inchcock – Fri 1 Mar 2019: A disheartening, demoralising, off-putting Friday. Ah-well!

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2019 Mar 01

Friday 1st March 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sul 3 Mawrth 2019

WD 0.0.0a 01:25hrs. I woke to find a tenacious vagueness and strong-minded indeterminateness, had commandeered control of the grey-cells! (I like that phrase, makes me sound semi-intelligent. Hehe!) Joking aside, the first few hours after waking, had a murkiness of thought, and the mind did wander off of its own accord at times. Causing me to do some very odd stuff, and get things out of their usual timings and actions for a couple of hours or so, etc.

I lay there on the £300 second-hand, ci. 1968 recliner, for a long time, trying to get the brain-box into a usable state. Somehow, rather worryingly, I just did this without any feelings or concerns; I just seemed to accept this as usual, almost.

The first task on my getting out of the recliner was to make for the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket. Which I found to have been well used, but I could not recall having any nocturnal wee-wees? After the evacuation, I (Almost in autopilot mode) took the bin to the wet room and cleaned and disinfected it. 

WD 0.0.0a Drying off the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. And it could not have come at a more convenient time, for it was indeed an urgent and sudden one! Had I not been stood one pace away from the throne, I definitely would not have made it in time!  It was all over in 4Thu20seconds, with a strong tinge of green prominent. The bottom was sore.

I wondered if last nights ready made Morrison ‘The Best’ Hock, Leek & Potatoe Gratin might have been the cause? I checked the contents on the label. But, the writing was so microscopic. Even with the reading glasses on, I could not decipher the wording. A failed search for the spy-glass followed. So, I still don’t know. I have another one in the fridge,  might be on the safe side and throw it away, or give it to someone… no, that would not be fair. I’ll dish it; I think, just in case.

I got the computer going, downloaded the photos and got them ready to use. Then instead of updating and finishing posting yesterday’s blog, for some unknown reason, I found myself starting today’s diary?

After an hour or so, I realised that I had not taken the medications or done the Health Checks yet either. Klutz! So, did them (Well not really, but at the time I thought I had).

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Sys well up, as was Pulse, and Temp. 

Back on the computer, I intended to have a go at finalising the Thursday post, but went back to updating this one? The fuzzy wayward brain had not cleared yet, then. Tsk!

I was summoned back to the Porcelain Throne and did not delay in my response, straight to the wet room. A repeat style of evacuation. This time, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding. A lot of painful medicating and cleaning-up was needed in all departments. Now, at last, the brain accepted that things were not good. I applied the Cortiscorticosteroid cream carefully. Then I had a check of the pin’s condition.

5Fri005

Well, well, well, look at how the pins (legs) have gone now. Right leg far more filled with fluid than the left one, top and bottom. The right ankle had lost fluid, and the left had gained it? But, the mystery wound looked to be clearing up. Apart from an apparently new little growth in the centre? Well, it stops me getting bored with the ailments, at least. It was now that I realised I was having no bother (Apart from Duodenal Donald) from Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Kidney Ache Kevin, Back-Pain-Brenda, Hernia Harry or any other of the ailments! The brain seemed to be regaining some control now!

Got a wash-up, and went to the kitchen to make a brew of tea.

5Fri004WD 0.0.0a I decided to use the new Nikon camera to make a panorama shot of outside. I opened the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window. But yet again, I failed to get the camera to accept making a wide shot! Grrr! Why this is I don’t know. I think I am having problems with the gentle shakes in the hands as I move the camera, perhaps?

WD 0.0.0a So, I got the step ladder, climbed up and knocked the dodgy knee as I did so! The straight-ahead shot of the skyline was done with ease. But the leaning out over the stupid wide ledge they have fitted to the unwanted windows made it difficult, if unsafe really.

I’d like to know what Nottingham City Homes has against old photographers! Hehehe!

I can see the headlines now: Bald little fat pensioner photographer falls from 12th-floor! Camera get broken. The funeral is on Tuesday next at 0145hrs. Camera for sale: Nikon Coolpix B700, slightly damaged – offers considered. An underused brain, Cancer ridden bladder, Part-used mechanical heart valve, misshaped jointed patella, walking sticks, dodgy kidney, and an assortment of medications. Also, a sphygmomanometer, shrivelled prostate, 30fluid ounces of Warfarin infected blood (ready bagged-up), ready-filled Enoxaparin hypodermics, plastic/polyethlene hip, Stent, various creams and lotions, jaw with only four teeth, nineteen pairs of spectacles, thermometers, and hearing aids are now available for laboratory experiments. Hahaha!

I was not too impressed with the new cameras results either. Grump-Mode-Engaged!

Back to the computer. An hour or so later, Anne Gyna began to give me some stick – then I realised I had also forgotten to take the medications!

5Fri007aBack to the kitchen and took the tablets and medicines.

WD 0.0.0a I made a mug of tea. This was when I realised how hot the ageing kettle is now getting, as the water boils. Ah, well, as Timothy Schaffert, in The Coffins of Little Hope, said: “I thought it such a shame that our culture had not devised a way to defang old age. A sophisticated civilization wouldn’t ridicule senility, it would elevate it, worship it, wouldn’t it? We would train ourselves to see poetry in the nonsense of dementia, to actually look forward to becoming so untethered from the world. We’d make a ceremony of casting off our material goods and confining ourselves to a single room, leaving all our old, abandoned space to someone new, someone young, so that we could die alone, indifferent to our own decay and lost beauty.” I think he has a point. Huh!

Back to the computer, and as the brain seemed to have improved, I updated this blog to here, then got on with finishing off the Thursday post. Beit belatedly.

All done by 0645hrs.

Went on the WP reader and sent some photographs to Pinterest. Took the eighth wee-wee of the morning. All were of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) classification.

Made another mug of tea. Made a Vegemite sarnie and got a bag of Marmite crisps for brekkers.

Did the Health Checks and midday meds.

Went on TFZer and Facebooking putting on photos.

From here on everything is a vague, confused memory until around 1500hrs. I assume that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun had had a go at me.

WD 0.0.0a I ‘came-out-of-it’ around this time, and returned to semi-awareness. I was sat in the computer chair (lucky I had not fallen out of it, really).

Got the battered fish fingers and fries cooking in the oven, then I did the Health Checks, and took the medications. I felt so tired.

1Mon99bHad a marathon LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee), and a wash.

Served up the fodder. Chestnuts, battered fish fingers, mushrooms, tomatoes, fries, and onions.

WD 0.0.0a I was in the recliner with the nosh in the tray on my knee and had turned on the TV to watch ‘Boon’. I nodded off, waking to the closing title screen scrolling. I finished the bits on the plate and picked up those that had fallen off the tray.

‘Pie in the Sky’ started, and I nodded-off several times, before giving up.

Another wasted day.

Tsk!

 

 

Inchcock Today – Sun 24th Feb 19: Despite all the Calamities, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, Ailments and Multitudinous Wee-wees; Peace within, reigned!

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2019 Feb 24

Sunday 24th February 2019

Hungarian: 2019. február 24., vasárnap

WD 200.11.10 00:35hrs. I stirred into semi-ersatz life, with the most wretched and tormenting headache I can ever remember having in my life (Using the word life, in its loosest definition). I put this down to last night’s nasty Dizzy Dennis attack.

I lay there, pondering over whether to risk taking any extra Codeines to counter the annoying almost audibly hearable (to me, anyway), drone-drone and throbbing from the cephalalgia.

WD 200.11.10 It then dawned on me, as my slowly awakening brain, registered that I needed a wee-wee, the Porcelain Throne and that Little Inchies fungal lesion was emitting the dreaded wet and warm tingling sensation that comes when it is bleeding!

I thought to myself: “This is not going to be one of my better days!” Not for this old Shlimazel!

WD 200.11.10 As I dismounted the c.1968 rickety, rusty, rattling recliner, more problems presented themselves.

  • The left foot’s heel had swollen more than the rest of the legs and feet and proved to be a handicap for me to walk without pain each time I put the foot down.
  • Arthur Itis in the already misshaped warped right knee was causing more discomfort.
  • Kidney Pain Kevin was active from the moment I moved.
  • I found the Emergency Grey Wee-Wee Bin was nearly half full. (But again, I could not recall waking or getting out the recliner and using it overnight?) Then I had to use it.

WD 200.11.10 Then, I knocked the bottle of spring water off of the Ottoman. Oddly, there were no under-the-breath cursings or self-pitying; Just deference to my medical-misfortunes. A surrender to, and submission to the situation. A belief, nay, a conviction, that this is how things are now, and I had the ability to bounce back! (Worryingly. Hehe!) 

Off to wet room first. Much to be done in there this morning. The evacuation was another messy one-push-and-all-over classification. But Trotsky Terence’s influence seemed less powerful this time. (Crossing fingers here!)

7Sun01I Checked out the pins (legs) and wound next.

The new spots of papsules around the healing original wound were spreading up and around the leg now. The lower parts of the limb were much more fluid-filled than the top half. None of the sensations of worms inside trying to get out, were present this morning.

As for the moon-crater resembling right knee, that Arthur Itis is now having a bash at, it had lost some of the colouring blotches. But, it looked like the patella could go into an eruption-mode at any time. Hehe!

I gave up on getting the socks on, just too painful to do. Thankfully I do not need to go out today. I hope things improve for tomorrow’s surgery visit.

Cleaning and medicationalisationing Inchies fungal lesion was the worst part of the visit. The pain and stopping the bleeding took me ages to get done. (A few silent mutterings that included some Arghs and curse words were uttered!)

Had another wee-wee. They were now coming in the SSVDWW (Short-Sharp-Variable-Dribbling-wee-wees) style.

I’d been up an hour already, and had got nothing done other than bodily movements and medicationalisationing. Tsk! I got the Emergency Grey Wee-wee Bin cleaned and disinfected. I put antiseptic and Zoflora citrus disinfectant, a laundry pod and a handful of soap powder in the bin. Hopefully, this will reduce the whiff from it when it is used. Taking it back to its location near the computer, I had to use it!

Back to the kitchen, washed my hands and got the Health Checks done.

7Sun07

7Sun02Despite all the hassles and accifauxpas this morning, I was mildly pleased to see that the BP had come down a tad.

I made a brew of the extra-strong Gengettie tea, and took it to the computer, with the intention of getting yesterdays blog updated ready for sending off.

WD 200.11.10 But not yet it proved, as en route, I spilt the tea, and it fell mostly on my pyjama bottoms! Oh, dearie me!

I made another brew and got on with the Saturday post. Just writing about Micheal’s visit cheered me up a bit. I will not let my unfortunatisms get me down today! Notwithstanding this chronic persistent headache perhaps. I took the medications, an extra Codeine (that seems to have failed to ease the head pains), and a Furesomide. I might have to try another Codeine later if things don’t get any better with this unique to me head-slitting hemicrania. Never before has Inchcock been bothered by such a migraine! Of course, it could be something else more serious, but best to not think of that. Hehe!

Finally, I got on with the updating. I didn’t get it finished until late on in the morning. And I reckon that around eight interceptions for a wee-wee and one for another Porcelain Throne session didn’t help.

I had to empty, clean and disinfect the Emergency-Grey-Bin again. Washed the hands and contact surface areas with the antisepticated cloth.

7Sun07I took this photo of the skyline from the unwanted light & view blocking, with glass that is impossible for me to reach to clean new kitchen window.

It looked so peaceful out there. Considering the latest headlines from the Nottingham Post: Body found in park, Spike in knife crime, City Centre stabbing – Man with lifethreatening injuries, Armed Police stand-off after Machete attack, Dangerous sex attacker at large after escaping from prison van, on the way from Nottingham, Man arrested after assault outside Aspley pub, Pensioner, 78, threatened with a knife and left unconscious after burglary, Prison officer jailed after she ‘fell in love’ with convicted murderer, Two arrested following armed robbery, Woman is banned from Home Bargains store after defecating on a bench outside, ‘Experienced’ thief stole car parked at Asda – but he’s been given a chance to go straight, Lawyer with possible ‘addiction’ to child porn sent image to chat room user, Witness appeal after man kicked in the head and assaulted by three men, Police hunt three masked men armed with air pistol, machete and baton after robb7Sun07aery, Three men to appear in court charged in connection with Sherwood pub burglary, Nottingham woman to appear in Jamaican court after seizure of cocaine worth $4million, Man, 21, stabbed in broad daylight outside Nottingham takeaway, and Plans to bring the World Naked Bike Ride to Nottingham underway!

Anyone wishing to spend a holiday in Nottingham, you might like to stay at the Park Inn by Radisson, on Mansfield Road. Then, when you get yourself an armed guard escort, you can pop up the road and see me at the surgery three times a week, for a chinwag and gossip! Hehehe!

I made a start on this blog after posting the Saturday one off to WordPress. Well, after another wee-wee. The evacuations have now turned to LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wees). I stood there with Emergency Grey Bin in hand and the trickle started. By the time it had ended, the heel of the left foot had started hurting with my standing for so long. I nearly nodded off a couple of times. But, I will not let it get me down today! This new found resolution I’d acquired is a bit worrying, to say the least. Another Woodthorpe Court Mystery for me to get confused over!

7Sun10I went to make another brew of tea, and the previously hidden moon made an appearance! I thought it might be a good idea, to go out on the balcony take a shot of it.

WD 200.11.10 It wasn’t, as it turned out. Although I was pleased with my careful manipulation of the already rusting metal pressure spring opener on the side window, and getting any fingers trapped this 7Sun11atime. My being perhaps over-confident with this, I banged my wrist on the clip when closing the window! I now have the funniest looking welt on the wrist!

But the oddest of all, was as I took the picture, Colin Cramps attacked and distorted the fingers all overthe place. Haha, serves me right!

However, I am still dead set on not letting things make me all sorry for myself and depressed today – whatever it throws at me! ‘Dead set’ not have been the best choice of words to use. He-he! I just didn’t appreciate how life would be when I got older: A salmagundi of confusion, pain and anguish, yet a laugh-a-minute, weird and wacky at the same time!

I pressed on with the updating, times getting on now, just as well it’s Sunday, so no buses to tempt me to go out, but, as Tim Price said in a comment, ‘At least having the wees and the Trotskies at least keeps you active while indoors’. My sort of wit, that!

7Sun120800hrs: I had an LSPDOWW, and poddled off to wash my hands and make another drink.

By golly, a right pea-souper of a fog had descended outside!

I’ve not seen one like this for a long time.

I got the kettle on and had another wee-wee, this time a lot shorter evacuation.

7Sun11I treated myself to a slightly bigger mug, of the Gengettie Special tea-bag brew. I also took another Codeine, cause the headaches is showing no signs of getting any easier. Tsk! I’d started a new box of the tablets from another different supplier. They are so small compared to the usual ones, I hope I don’t ever drop any. Haha!

I went on the WP comments to reply to some. I answered both of them.

Got this post started, in between some frightful wee-wees.

0850hrs: I went on the TFZer Facebook page.

Got some breakfast, corn flakes.

WD 200.11.10 Then it hit home, Dizzy Dennis, Colin Cramps and Kidney Pain Kevin, all at the same time.

I turned the computer off and just sat down, drained and confused. Eventually, I drifted off into a much-welcomed sleep. Then Sister Jane rang and woke me up. We spoke a while I think, but I can’t recall much of what was said.

7Sun38I turned on the TV – but again, I can’t remember what if anything I watched.

I rose and got the nosh prepared. Polish knuckle, chips and seasoned baked beans.

The wee-wees had slowed right down now, why I didn’t know. Managed to nod off again.

WD 200.11.10 I recall waking with Kidney Kevin pains a couple of times. Then the dreaded Colin Cramps had a go at me. I lay there in such misery as the distorted fingers became almost animated as the intermingled of their own accord. This went on for ages. Not a good night at all.

Hey-ho, though – I didn’t let things get me down.

Inchcock – Saturday 23rd February 2019

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2019 Feb 23

Saturday 23rd February 2019

Zulu: NgoMgqibelo 23 Febhuwari 2019

01:00hrs. I woke and lay there with my mind in a sort of blankness. I knew I had to remember something this morning, but could not see any reminder notes on the TV or computer screen. I felt so drained, after all the sleep I’d had too. The fuzziness remained as I spent a while doing my best to get the brain to function. Tsk! An instant call arrived for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised.

I was out of the second-hand £300 rusty recliner in seconds and found myself in the wet room without recalling how I got there. (Worrying that!) The evacuation was affected in a Trotsky Terence mode and needed much cleaning up after the session.

wd 0.0.30 Back to the recliner room, I went. The Emergency Grey Bin was half-full. Yet I couldn’t remember using it overnight? Depression and self-pity Mode now adopted! I then noticed I had liquid in the tray on the Ottoman and down the sides of it! I’d soaked the mobile phone, Lumix camera, the notepad, and pens! Whatever the liquid was, it didn’t smell at all? Another Mystery! I think the mobile and camera are both done for, neither would turn on after I tried to dry them. Depression Mode Adopted! Somehow, I found myself just accepting the situation, although angry with myself. It took me an hour to clean things up, between many SWDWWs (Short-weak-dribbling-wee-wees). Now I may have to spend more money on replacements. Grumph!

wd 0.0.30 I went to get the Health Checks done and take the medications. Another Whoopsiedan6Sat06gleplop of the highest order! I found there were not enough medications in the drawer to fill all of the pots – then realised I had not fetched the prescriptions from the chemist! Oh, boy, today may well be one of my worst for ages, the way it’s started! I was short of just six Warfarin and one Bisoprolol (Beta-blocker). So, off to the pharmacy in Carrington later. Ay-yay-yay!

I made up the pots, and left a note about which ones needed topping up, and put them in the individual tubs in need of. Then, I began the Health Checks.

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6Sat08At least the resulting readings were all looking okay.

Considering how this morning’s events had got me in a panic mode, I was well-pleased with these figures.

Back to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy Trotsky Terence affected evacuation. I took a 6Sat03Dia-Limit capsule after.

As I returned to the kitchen to make sure everything was in place and safe, I took this photograph with the light off.

Off for another SWDWW. I hope these ease off before I have to walk to Carrington to collect the prescription medications. I really do!

My head’s in a mess now. But I must press on. I got the computer going and made a start on this blog as far as here. Then updated yesterdays diary and got it sent off to WordPress.

05:05hrs. Went on the WordPress Reader.

6Sat1105:29hrs. Got some breakfast. A cuppa and some cornflakes. Watched a DVD on YouTube. Got carried away on YouTube.

0830hrs. Got the ablutions sorted. The shower warning lights came on again: ‘No Water’ and ‘Reset Needed.’ Of course, there is no reset button anywhere. Turned off at the power and back on, and it worked?

Knee and leg wound investigated.

6Sat13

The wound was looking far better again. The knee has developed a nasty looking blackish growth and has changed its moon surface looks. Haha!

I was taking the waste bags to the chute, and my mate Michael was getting out of the lift with some PPs for me. What a pal!

6Sat12Fantastic chinwagging session and a laugh or two was enjoyed. The hero then gave me a lift to the chemist to collect the prescriptions and back home again!

I noticed that a washing machine was free as I came in the lobby. So I got up to collect laundry bag and accoutrements.

6Sat14Put the medications on the kitchen top, had an SWDWW wee-wee, and down to the washers.

Back up to the apartment, and got the prescriptions into the medical drawer.

Down once more, to move the clothing into the dryer. Some naughty person had not cleaned the dryer filter, but fair enough, it could have 6Sat17been someone who could bend down to do the job, so I cleaned it.

Then cleaned the washer drum and casing of the washer.

wd 0.0.30 I was going to take a picture of outside, but I’d forgotten to take the door swipe down with me.

I made a start on updating this blog, in between three SWDWWs.

6Sat15Put the swipe in the trouser pocket, and down a final trip, to take some photographs and collect the washing.

I also took an empty glass jar and medicine bottle, to go in the Senior Citizen Residents Alcoholics Recycling bin. Hehehe! 

The machine had turned itself off, and the clothing was not dried yet? So I popped outside to 6Sat16take a photo on Chestnut Way. Being the weekend, there were not many folks about.

I was in fine fettle myself, though. With Michael calling to see me, had cheered me up no end! I do love verbalisationing with amate, don’t get many opportunities nowadays. So, if yer reading this Michael, thanks cocker! Much appreciated.

6Sat18I had an amble around for a while, then went back in to check if the clothes were dry enough, which they were.

Removed, folded and got the things into the bag. On the way to the lift, I had a read of the notice board signs.

Put the done washing away, had an SWDWW, no that’s not right. The wee-wees had now transmogrified themselves into SSDWWs (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wees).

On the computer to update this post.

6Sat30Marmite crisps and cheese, with Vegemite sarnies for the nosh. I just felt like them!

wd 0.0.30 A massive Dizzy Dennis attack as I got settled into the recliner to watch some TV. It left me with a cracking headache this time, and I still had it when I woke up the following morning.

Humph!

Inchcock – Fri 15 Feb 2019: Sanity, concentration and logicality abscond again! Hehe!

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Friday 15th February 2019

Swahili: Ijumaa 15 Februari 2019

An indoors day today – cause of the rampant wee-wees! Furesomide, Tsk! Hehe!

00:25hrs: I could hardly believe it, I’d had seven hours sleep – and not a single wee-wee! Of course being the confident, positive person I am, I had a feel around where I lay, just in case. But all was well. As this strange fact sank in, the call to the Emergency Grey Wee-Wee Bucket arrived. I got out of the £300 second-hand, circa 1968 rusty rickety and often refusing to work, recliner, and was relieving the situation in the bin within a couple of minutes.

Meanwhile, Flatulent Frank kept releasing some tiny little ‘Escapages of wind from the rear end’ that reeked rather rancidly.  I thought out loud, It’s not going to be a good day again, is it.

5Fri003awd 0.0.255 I now have a new bruise on the right leg though, where I caught it on the Ottoman in my panic to gain access to the Emergency Grey Bucket in time. I also noticed how pale the skin was compared to Thursday morning. Looking at the hands and face, they looked pasty as well.

But, there was terrible itching and burning sensation coming from underneath the plaster on the leg. I reckon that is a good sign, I hope.

By the time I’d took a picture of the pins, I needed another wee-wee. They settled down in the SSSWWs (Short-Sharp-Sensationless-Wee-wees) again. If you just take it for granted that I had one every twenty minutes or so throughout the day. This, will save me a lot of typing, thank you. I’m getting fed up with washing my hands! Humph!

wd 0.0.255 Then, Kidney Ache Kevin kicked off. Oy Vey! Worra start to the day!

wd 0.0.255 I got the kettle on and made a brew. Then I had to make my way to the wet room, and Porcelain Throne. Oh, heck! Another Trotsky Terence style evacuation! This started the stomach aching as well as Kidney Kevin’s pangs! Between the ailments, pains, being flat-bound and this maddening itch under the plaster on the leg… No, I will not let things get me down! He says full of ersatz confidence! Klutz! I made myself sing under my breath and chose Frankie Vaughan’s ‘Don’t Stop, Twist’ to start off with. I went through a repertoire of Adam Faith’s, Billy Fury’s, Cliff Richard’s, Elvis’s, Rick Nelson’s and Nat King Cole’s before I’d finished cleaning up and medicating myself.

 The tea was well cold when I got back into the kitchen. Discountenance was creeping into my outlook. So, I launched into singing Frank Ifield’s ‘Wayward Wind’! Hehe!

Made a fresh mug of the Glengettie tea, and got the Health Checks done.

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4Thu24Mumbling Dean Martin’s ‘June in January’ as I set up the sphygmomanometer.

Ah, good news at last. The Sys has gone down. I still find it hard, despite my believing that it would be, that the dang BP when I went to the doctors yesterday was all fine… Hang on: I’m losing the plot here… Sorry. 

The itching and Kidney Kevin are still going away at their ‘Let’s Annoy the Old Git some more’ routines! I launched into singing Bernard Cribbins ‘Right said Fred’. This singing did not impress Flatulent Frank, as he continued with his releasing little ‘Phwerts’ from the rear end. For once, I hope no one calls at the flat! Phwoor! I’m not all that keen on being in here myself now!

5Fri007I got some mushrooms, carrots, and peas in the crock pot with a spoonful of caramelised gravy granules in the water.

I had a cuppa and some Marmite biscuits for a late breakfast.

I got on with updating the Thursday post and got it posted eventually. An Email had arrived from the surgery in response to me telling them I could not make the 11:50hrs appointment they had made for me next Tuesday. Explaining yet again about my odd sleeping habits and hours.

wd 0.0.255 They returned with this.

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Although this is too late really, I didn’t want to make any bother, so I agreed to Monday at 09:50hrs.

Feeling a bit down now. So, I started off with Nat King Cole’s ‘Unforgettable’.

wd 0.0.255 Then the second Porcelain Throne visit of the day had to be tended to. Again a Trotsky Terence mode of evacuation. More cleaning up to do. Ay-yay-yay!

Back to the computer to make a start on this blog. Had to empty the Emergency Grey Plastic bin and sanitise it, again!

Cheered myself up a tad with Billy Fury’s: ♫ I want to be your lover, but your friend is all I’ve stayed, I’m only Halfway to Paradise… So near, yet so far away… ♫

Went on the WordPress Reader, and the comments section.

4Thu22wd 0.0.255 I went to the kitchen and took the medications. The two half-tablets were Furosemide. ‘Cause I had a full tablet last night. And half a CodiMorph, because I left out the full Codeine and paracetamol, despite the ailments. I was not in as much pain as yesterday and thought it would do me no harm in reducing them. Then, if things get worse later pain-wise, then I can get more effective relief. Does that make sense? No sooner done, than I had to hasten to the Porcelain Throne.

wd 0.0.255 Oh, dearie-dearie me, Trotsky Terence was back with a vengeance! Duodenal Donald and Dizzy Dennis didn’t help make the evacuation any more acceptable. Tsk! What a mess I had to sort out! Huh!

Washed and medicated, and back to the kitchen. I felt in a semi-buoyant mood, why I didn’t know. I even started singing under my breath.

Then, I realised I had not actually taken the morning medications! What a Nebbish! To make things worse, as I took them, the stabbing stomach pains kicked off, and with the Kevin Kidney aches going, I began to feel a little… what’s the word? Erm, er… crappy will do! The pathetic ‘Feeling-Sorry-for-myself’ Mode nearly showed itself. But I managed to just avoid it, by going on the TFZer Facebook page to add photographs and exchange comments.

wd 0.0.255 The wee-weeing alone will ensure this is another go nowhere far from a WC day. Hehe! But I was determined not to let the runs and ailments ruin the day! I shall get caught up on computer work.

The Sys had come down well for the first time this week.

I’d just utilised the Grey Bin, and had to rush back to the Porcelain Throne again!

wd 0.0.255 Where in the heck is it all coming from? Smirk! I knew where it was reluctant to go, though. After flushing, the WC fills up with water oh, so slowly! I had to use water from the sink to encourage things to go down.

4Thu20Could yesterday’s ready-made meal be to blame? The label declared it was Cheese & Bacon loaded Fries. Ingredients: Potato (59%), Milk, mature cheddar cheese (6%), Water, Rapeseed, Monterey Jack cheese (2%), Paprika, Garlic puree, smoked bacon lardons (1%), salt, water. And no fewer than eleven other ingredients/preservatives. But, it did taste great! I shall have to resist repurchasing this, just in case.

But it wasn’t all bad news on this visit. I did manage, with some difficulty, to get my socks and PPs (Protection Pants) on. I had to laugh at myself as I struggled to do so! Good job there is no CCTV in the wet room. Hehehe!

No sooner back in the main room, and the Grey Emergency Bin was topped up yet again! It was getting a bit on the full side now, so I emptied cleaned and disinfected it ready for further use (And it got plenty of that I can assure you!).

In between further wee-wees, I made a start on this blog as far as to here. Then went to update and finish off the long, complicated Thursday post.

I got myself in a bit of mess and pickle with the blogs, when a Dizzy Dennis visit sent my mind all over the place. I hope it comes out alright, and this one. Concentration shot to pieces and mind-confusion reigned!

Health Checks were done.

5Fri31Got the late nosh sorted. I used one of the divided plastic trays to serve it up in. Odd, how the peas that came with the beef were so colourful, and those I did with the carrots and mushrooms in the crock-pot, so dark. But the home-cooked ones tasted much betterer!

By now, I was suffering from the throbbing leg wound and the uncooperative brain. I ate it all anyway (Not the mind… Hahaha!) I found the tray all washed up and no 5Fri33bits in the bin in the morning. Sherlock Inchcock strikes again!

I must have taken this picture of the sun going down, cause I found it in the SD card this morning (Saturday).

This one of the pin and ankle plaster, I do remember taking, though. As I settled down to lay there for hours 5Fri34waiting for sleep to come, I recall looking at the ankle and thinking ‘Would the photo show the throbbing?’ Hehe! I know this doesn’t sound right, but it was like a dull-throbbing that prompted thoughts of worms coming out of the flesh anytime now! Well, I was struggling to concentrate on things.

A terrible not much kip, night – but on the bright side, the Wee-wee demands eased off.

There may be mistakes in the blog – I was still finding concentration hard to come by in the morning when I updated it. If so, sorry about that.

TTFN each, taketh care.

Inchcock – Thursday 7th February 2019: The day started off well – then got worserer and worserer, mentally and medically! Humph! Tsk!

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Thursday 7th February 2019

Finnish: Torstai 7. Helmikuuta 2019

GCPram23:40hrs: Woke and tried my best to recall a dream I’d been having. About childhood and schooldays I think, I can’t recall any detail at all, but have the ‘feeling’ that I didn’t enjoy it.

The urgent call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so I manipulated my grossly stomached body from the £300 second-hand 1968 recliner, and off to the WC. Amazingly, I had little bother getting free of the chair, standing up or hobbling to the wet room at all!

GC scowl Wd BLACK Got settled on the Throne, the evacuation took all of three seconds and was a right messy-sloppy affair. But this did not grab my attention much at the time, because the moment the movement began, Back-Pains-Brenda kicked-off around the kidney area, lower back on the right, and has stayed with me on and off all day! It feels like an intense but dull aching pain, no stabbing, just persistent while it lasts, and that varies from ten minutes to an hour or two? What next! Oy gevalt! I rubbed plenty of the Phorpain Gel into the area, but do not have a lot of faith in it doing much to relieve the situation. I dare not take any extra painkillers, cause I’m on my maximum allowed at the moment. What with Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis’s knees and the left ankle and heel; now being joined by Brenda-Back-Pain and the kidneys. I wonder if the back pain is splanchnic? And boy, am I tired all the time lately! At least I got to book an appointment with Dr Vindla for next Thursday. I hope things don’t viliorate in the meantime. But I suspect my own senescence will be the cause of whatever this new debilitating ailment turns out to be.

Got the porcelain cleaned up and disinfected, washed the dandies, felt sorry-for-myself and went to get the Health Checks done. As like yesterday, I was getting the accoutrements gathered, and had to have a wee-wee again. Today, they seem to be of the SSNSWW (Short-Sharp-No-Sensation-Wee-wee), variety, up to now, anyway.

Back to the kitchen again.

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4Thu01At least the Sys and Dia had come down a good bit. The temperature had gone up a tad. Not that I fully understand it all yet. As for the weight, I’d sooner not mention that; else it will get Sister Jane annoyed and set her off on one her ‘Shame-Inchcock-For-being-Fat-Missions’ again! Hehe! 

Got the medications taken, and had to trot back to the wet room for another Porcelain Throne session. Tsk!

4Thu02Another super-quick, spurty, liquified, messy evacuation.

Checked out the pins (legs). They seemed to have far less fluid in them this morning. Still misshaped and rock hard though. And now, the left leg is bigger than the right one – opposite to yesterday. Confusing, innit?

I can see an unhappy face just above the Arthur Itis affected left knee in this photo, it even seems to have a moustashe! Can you? Hehehe! 

I started to update and finalise the unhappy Wednesday blog. Got it finished and posted off and went on the WordPress Reader. Then caught up with the comments.

I caught up with Facebooking, which took a long time, a really long time with all the photos I’d missed putting on the albums. Klutz!

I gorrit done, eventually, Phew! Now I’ll get some brekkers! Had some porridge.

Got the ablutions done, and sorted out the nibbles and prizes for the Social Hour and got them in the bag.

4Thu03aWd BLACK The pins and ankle were starting to kick off again. Ah, well!

The drizzle looked threatening, but not to me, I was only going to the Social Hut today. Cause I didn’t feel all that good. Poor old thing, Hehe!

Took the black bags to the waste chute, and set off down in the lift and out onto Chestnut Walk.

4Thu04Angela was waiting to go out, I got the umbrella out and covered her as we hobbled in the rain to the hut. I turned to take a photo of Woodthorpe and the New Winwood Court and the Oberstgruppenführer Wardens new holding-cells and offices.

I got in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon lecture room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like China crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. A good crowd today, but I with my feeling under the weather and the damned legs giving grief I was struggling. Then Dizzy Dennis joined in the ‘Let’s give Inchcock more pain’ brigade.

I feel sure I enjoyed most of the meeting, but memories are not specific. Jenny I recall was on good form, bless her. I think I left early, cause I found photographs that triggered memories in the morning.

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I got in and did two Health Checks straight away, and took the medications early, cause my EQ told me I was about to fade alertness-wise and this means memory blanks. Feeling-sorry-for-myself-Mode-Engaged. Tsk!

4Thu08I grabbed something to eat, eggs, sausages and bread with a dessert while I was still awake and aware.

I know this cause I found this photo on the SD card in the morning.

The wee-weeing seems to have stopped altogether, don’t know if that is good or bad, cause the legs are filled up and hard, still?

4Thu09I do vaguely recall taking this beautiful shot of the sky later. I think.

I fell asleep at a ridiculous time and just kept on waking up, the TV on, nodding off, waking up, nodding off, waking… well, you get the idea.

Terrible night!

I must get all this written down, to tell the Doctor about things.

TTFN.