Inchcock Today – Sun 6 Oct 2019: Ended up, a nerve testing, Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing, Dizzy Dennis, worrying day. Oy Vey!

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2019 sOct 06

Sunday 6th October 2019

Swahili: Jumapili 6 Oktoba 2019

7Sun01

00:30hrs: Woke, wrestled my humungous body from the 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, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months… no, five months now, later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. I utilised the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for a BOBS (Blasting-Out-But-Short) wee-wee.

As I made my way to the kitchen, the ailments seemed to be being kind to me. Even the Arthur Itis knees were not as bad as they have been of late. The shakes, Hitler Saluting and the right-leg-involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing, were all calm! The finger-ends lack of sensation was a bother, though. Making the brew, I came close to dropping the mug, then the milk, then the spoon… well, you get the idea. Hehe! Oh, and the hissing, droning sounds were joined by a few knocks and taps this morning.

I thought about Josie and hoped she’d got her new heaters working. Then, another BOBS (Blasting-Out-But-Short) wee-wee was passed. Took the medications, and to the computer. I was so far behind with things, I had to do some graphics to start this post going.

A cracking head-ache came from nowhere as I typed and retyped the mistakes, many caused by the insensitive to touch finger-ends, other by my natural uneducated ignorance. The stomach rumbled and grumbled, brewing up for the Porcelain Throne activities, I expect.

7Sun03I went on the WordPress Reader, then off to the Throne, as a matter of urgency… And a decent, clean, not too messy evacuation flowed! One of the most comfortable for a long time! Most copacetic!

I had a wash and changed the PP’s. The pins (legs) knees were a lot less warped, maybe this shows why Colin Cramps was not as bad as he had 7Sun04been, overnight? I did note the almost light blue whatever it is above the right knee. No pain from it, even when I pressed it. I’d like to learn how and or why, and what these short-lived blotches are a sign of. I think that Consultant Stroke Physician Dr Senthhil K Raghunathan may have found the cause in his latest examination report. He mentioned Clopidogrel, causing a rash all over the legs! I must look that up later. All I need to do is remember to do it! Tsk!

I did an Ocado order, after seeing they had the Glengettie Gold teabags back in stock; unless they are conning me! If they send substitutes on Wednesday, I’ll send them back!

WDPright03WD 100.20.0 Then I moved on to updating the Saturday post. A bit of a fracas, alarums and excursions as the right leg offered up one of its performances of a more energetic mode of the involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances. It caught me out a little, and I had a job not to fall off of the chair! But, it only lasted about 20 seconds, then it died down, and the shoulder gave a Hitler salute (I wrapped my knuckles on the computer screen), and it all went quiet.

The humming, droning noise is loud again! Hello, off to the Throne again… Well, that was another twenty-second evacuation, but not messy at all!

Got the updating done, and sent off to WordPress. Put a few piccies on Pinterest. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then caught up with the TFZers Facebooking.

I got Josie’s potato and some mushrooms in the saucepan. Then made a brew and ate a mini BBQ pork pie with some Twiglets and an apple for a late breakfast.

Got Josie’s ingredients ready, and got the ablutions tended to. Fingers crossed with the sock-glide-battle! Here goes… No Accifauxpas apart from some dropsies, as is usual.

7Sun05To the kitchen and prepped Josie’s meal. Mashed the spud with cheese, butter, vinegar, salt and a drop of soy sauce. Sugar-snap peas, beetroot, mushrooms, tomatoes, an apple and gherkins. Limoncello dessert on the tray. Mixed the tuna with some mayonnaise, and added the potatoes.  Served it up, and delivered it on the server to Josie’s apartment for consumption. I got back to the flat and washed the pots used.

7Sun07I sat down to watch something on TV and nodded off! Woke with a jolt, hastily got the scarily ever-growing again body from the recliner, and made use of the bucket, for a wee-wee, of the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) style.

The thirst was still with me, and I took this photograph as I got the kettle on the boil.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 One heck of a visit from Dizzy Dennis as I was getting the cuppa made. Short in duration, but it left me unsteady for a while, as I clung to the countertop, sure I was going to go over and make contact with the floor. By the time I felt steady enough to carry on, the tea had gone cold, and I’d lost interest in drinking it anyway. Tsk!

7Sun06I decided to have rice again for today’s nosh and checked the cupboard for available flavourings. In went: mushrooms, soy sauce, BBQ sauce, basil, BBQ oil, tomatoes and oregano in the saucepan, and warmed it up to boiling. Then added the rice, and franks, continuing to stir the mixture non-stop as it cooked. I felt sure as the wonderful aroma of all the spices and herbs drifted up my nostrils, that I must have overdone the seasoning. Oy Vey!

7Sun08My allotriophagy with the seasonings, proved for once to be spot on, and to my odd tastebud’s delight, and got a Flavour-rating of 9.4/10 from me!

I ate this spread with deglutition and degust, savouring every mouthful! The excellent, possibly unsurpassable taste of this ambrosial concoction, prompted me to write down the ingredients added, for another taste-feast in the future! Smug-Mode-Engaged!

WDPStraightWD 100.20.0 When it came to doing the washing up, I found that the hot water was cold! The longest time I’ve gone in this flat without the hot water heater tripping, leaking, flooding or breaking down was the six weeks I’d had in hospital after the stroke! I must not forget to inform a warden if I can find one. Else, ask Jenny to help me yet again, to ring them for me to advise them and ask for help. But, I do not like having to keep bothering the kind-hearted gal.

If I can get a message out, it might mean my having to stay in for the plumber to arrive tomorrow, but, Hey-ho!

7Sun10I nodded off within minutes of resettling in the £300 second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner. I woke an hour or so later in need of a wee-wee again. A change in style this one, it was an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) type.

I took this fantastic picture of the sky, as I went to check if the hot water had come back on. Of course, it was a hopeless wild-goose chase, lost cause, and waste of time.

I got back down in the rusty, scarily-beige-coloured, grotty recliner. I thought I’d look at what was on the TV.

I know no more… until I woke up with a jump, in need of a wee-wee again, three-hours later!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 5th October 2019: Imprisoned indoors… but still, you don’t like to complain, does yer. Hehe!

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2019 sOct 05

Saturday 5th October 2019

Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 5 Dàmhair 2019r

6Sat03

02:30hrs: I awoke, feeling thanks and appreciation that Colin Cramps had been a lot kinder and gentle with me last night. I still don’t know if the magnesium tablets helped, but I’ll continue to take them, just in case, and try not to miss one again. Boy, it was terrific getting six hours kip in, and no wake ups for wee-wees. Also, there were no signs of nocturnal nibbling having taken place! Smug-Mode-Adopted! 

I extracted the lumbering flabby body from 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, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Had another USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee.

WDPright05WD 0.50.0a 2 I took the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) to the wet room for emptying and cleaning. Half-way through, the sudden urgent need to use the Porcelain Throne got me in a bit of a poorly-timed and messy pickle. I grabbed the stick to turn and deposit my more than adequately proportioned body on the Throne… Dropped the walkingstick, then the bucket onto the floor… Then I stubbed my toe on the sock-glide, and somehow I got to the WC seat on time! It was all over in seconds, and needed a good cleaning up after! The Porcelain and I were cleaned-up. Next, the walking stick, sock-glide, and GPEB had to be retrieved. And, just as I bent down to pick up the cane, the peripheral neuralgia ridden right leg, launched into one of its imitations of a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine! I dropped the walking stick, which the curved handle bit landed straight dead on the stubbed toe, and I wanted to cry! Hahaha!

I cleaned up the floor, gently threw the sock-glide into the corner, as I cursed silently to myself, and took the bucket with me to the kitchen, for disinfecting! The semi-ersatz waking feeling of thanks and appreciation, faded fast! I got the handwashing moved onto the airer and hung. (WW!)

Took the medications, including the extra magnesium, Codeine 30g, and Loperamide anti-diarrhorea capsule. Made a brew (yes, the unaccountable thirst was still with me!) and got on the computer to update yesterday’s diary. There was not a lot to add, having sorted the photos last night, but fates-fickle-finger forced the fidgetting finger-ends to play up, and I lost a lot of time correcting and using silent curses!

WD 0.50.0 2 Within about half-an-hour of being sat down, the annoying howling buzzing noise all over became louder. Then, as I stood up for a break fro making the cock-ups, and to go and make another cuppa, the RAI Rheumatoid Arthur Itis knees enjoyed giving me a lot of agonies, pain, and annoyance! They kept in this mode all day! Grumph, Oy Yey, and Grobbleackersticks! I had to use the bucket yet again, this time for an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee.

I made the brew, and sod-me, I had to return hastily to the Porcelain Throne! This evacuation was over even quicker than the first one was! However, it was not messy, at least. I took a couple of snaps of the morning view. But the hands and fingers were still a little shaky.

6Sat05

Back to the computerisationing. The finger-ends were no better, though. But, I pressed on and got the diary finished, at last, at long last. Phew!

I got the post sent off and went on the WordPress Reader, not a lot on there yet, weekend and all that, I suppose. Sent photos to Pinterest. Then I went on the TFZer YouTube site to catch-up.

Then the big job next. Getting the graphics made up for the page tops, etc., not an easy task, but what the heck!

Three hours, six-wee-wees late, I’d got a couple done.

WD 0.50.0 2 Josie rang the door chimes, she could not get her heaters to come on. I checked what her meter sowed, and mine did the same. The selector on the panel on each heater, was not allowing me to make any changes? I could not find my stand-alone heater to let her borrow. Where that’s gone, I don’t know! Unless Pete took it when he stole my valuables. Hehe! I could not help her, and felt a right fool!

6Sat26The weariness dawned suddenly. So, I got the nosh sorted out. An easy to prepare one tonight. BBQ seasoned rice and ready-to-eat-frankfurters added to the pan, a few tomatoes, with two little wholemeal cobs and a fresh orange drink. I did burn the rice a tad, but this was good, I like it this way. Tastier, palatable, and more scrumptious! Taste: 9/10!

6Sat05aI was so tired, I did not wash the pots, but I did put them in the bowl to soak overnight.

The sky tonight had not got its red or blue glow at all. Shame, I was enjoying looking at this view/scene each evening.

6Sat24I went on Google to check out the weather forecast for Sunday. Ah, rain! A pity that, cause I was hoping to get out a bit and take some photos in Woodthorpe Grange Park. But with the threat of precipitationalisationing, I’d better not go out.

Mind you, tomorrow I might go through the link-passage to Winwood Court, and up in the lift to the roof level? I’ll see how I feel later, but how I am at the moment, who knows.

I did watch odd-minutes of TV, bits of a film, and many bits and pieces of Hells Kitchen, before getting off to sleep, thankfully!

TTFNski!

Inchcock Today – Friday 4th October 2019: Some frabjous moments today!

2019 sOct 05a

2019 sOct 04

Friday 4th October 2019

Filipino: Biyernes Ika-4 ng Oktubre 2019

5Fri01

WD 0.0.255 2 01:10hrs: I needed a wee-wee on waking up, after a night of not-a-lot of kipping. Mainly down to the Colin Cramps agony, and the repeated needs of the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) throughout the flaming night! The Cramps were the worsed I have ever experienced. Fingers, feet, knees and legs, hands, etc. were all affected, and nastily! I missed taking the Magnesium tablet last night, that might have been the reason for Colin Cramps visitations? As for the wee-weeing, that continued for hours, repeatedly. Everyone was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. I’ve probably got an infection again. Back to the diary proper after that little moan. Sorry.

5Fri004WD 0.0.255 2 As I attempted to move the limbs, the Cramps returned with a viciousness. I’m sure that it bent the leg at one stage! I applied some more of the ineffective Fenbid-Forty pain gel. I think I must have used ¾ of the last tube overnight.

I got myself out of the Xyrophobia-suffering, zillionaire Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, £300, c1968, second-hand, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty recliner. I grabbed the stick and went off to the kitchen to take the medications with extra pain-killers and take the belated Magnesium tablet. I had to, yet again, visiting the GPEB en route for the umpteenth BOBSL wee-wee!

WD 0.0.255 2 I got the kettle on and moved the handwashing from last night to the airer. Made the tea and took the medications, and had to answer the summoning from the innards for the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was plentiful, but once more, of a typical Diarrhorea Donald style, messy!

(I shall not mention the wee-wees again for a bit, but they seemed to be coming around every fifteen minutes, and all of the same GPEB mode.) Which is worrying, as they come on rather urgently! I had hoped to get out today for a stiff hobble. If things don’t change, this will be too risky. I’ll just put a (WW) in the text.

I made a start on updating yesterdays blog. Despite all the water leakages, I still had a hell of a thirst on me, and kept making brews all the time?

WDPright04WD 0.0.255 2 On one such trip to the kitchen, I had a Whoopsie and serendipitous luck at the same time. I’ll explain: I was taking the freshly washed and dried mug from the sink to the counter near the kettle – the leg burst into one of its imitations of a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and I dropped the cup, which then (bear in mind it is a delicate China mug), hit the server tray shelf, and I ditched the walking stick in a forlorn effort to catch the receptacle, but was far too slow – and it bounced off of the tray, and landed straight in the waste bin, without touching the sides, which was full of screwed up kitchen towels from my drying off the draining board earlier. UNDAMAGED!

WDPright04So, on the bright side, it was empty when I lost it, and somehow it didn’t get broken or even chipped as it bounced off the plastic tray and landed, almost gently, in the bin! Fair enough, I did stub the same poor-old toe again against the metal leg of the server, but with the nerve-ends playing up at that instant, I hardly felt a thing!  (WW)

WDPright04That cheered me up a bit, and with all the people I met yesterday still in mind, Jenny, Joyce, the nurse, the window cleaner and partner, I perked up. I thought well if I can’t go out because of the risk of any leaks, it doesn’t matter, I’ll get caught up on the graphicalisationing.

wdp02LeftWD 0.0.255 2 Then as I returned to the diary work, the innards suddenly brast into a rumbling, grumbling with sharp stabbing pains! I should have known something like this would happen, it usually does. My good-luck standard is cataclysmal, ill-omened, or anathematised, but I’ve got used to it now. Haha! I anticipate another visit to the Porcelain Throne will be needed shortly. (WW)

I went on the WordPress Reader for a perusal. Some great stuff on it!

Back to the updating of the Thursday blog. Got it all finished off, then went on TFZer Facebooking. 

Made a start of this post. Got myself in a mess, when the finger-ends began to lose their sense of touch. (Exasperated sigh released!)

(WW) I made yet another mug of tea and had some biscuits with it.

WD 0.0.255 2 Ablutions needed, if I am to go out? The shaving produced just one tiny cut. The dropsies were rampant today: The soap (2). The flannel (2). The razor (3). The socks (4) The mouth-wash bottle. The toothpaste, the toothbrush, the drain-unblocker, the shower-head, the sock-glide and the kitchen towel roll! I had to get a move on, that may have been the reason for the multitudinous dropping of things? Too late to sort and take the black bags, as I did not want to miss the bus up to Mapperley Top.

5Fri23Got things ready, and out and down the lift and walked through the link passages to Winthorpe Court.

In the expansive social room, I managed a natter with a couple of residents for a minute. Then moved outside to the bus stop. What a gang of Winwood 5Fri006Heights tenants were there too! I enjoyed listening to their insults, put-downs, moans, laughs and general gossiping. Hehe!

The Nottingham bound bus came in behind the Bestwood L9. Most of the gang got on the first bus, I mounted the Nottingham bus, with a few of our clan. Malcolm and I got off about three 5Fri007bus stops or so later, at the Sherwood Rise – Woodborough Road junction.

I made my way to the Aldi store. It was busy, but nobody ran into me with there trolleys, or shoved and barged me out of the way, or trod on my foot like they did last week! Tsk!

Accifauxpas GCWD 0.0.255 2 I dropped some things as I went round, as the fingertips went all nerve-unresponsive on me – luckily no glass jars or bottles, though. I got to the checkout and bought: Homestyle frozen chips. Citrus scented room spray. Some mini-BBQ flavoured pork pies. Vine tomatoes. Brunswick German smoked ham (two packs). “2×2 Sourdough baguettes, and two tins of garden peas. It was enough to force me to faffle-about at the checkout, getting the stuff in the bags. The young lady on the checkout was patient enough with me, the bloke in the queue behind me was not so understanding. Humph!

I paid, and moved away, to sort out the bags, heavy stuff in the wheeler, others in the carrier bag. When I got outside, the rain had stopped altogether.

I took a careful, steady hobble along Woodborough Road. Walking in a dream world and feeling so placid and calm, it concerned me. No worries, fretting or fears. I even stopped at the Haunted Museum, to take photos of its frontage. They had fitted some real-flame-looking old lanterns outside. The opening hours prevent me from visiting, cause I’d like to have done, but the 11:00hrs start is a little late for me. I’d probably fall asleep while going around the museum! Haha!

5Fri08

4Thu12I later found this 1929 photo of the Grand Opening event for the original building, The Majestic Cinema!

I turned down the Mapperley Rise hill. Always a risk with this trolley, especially on the uneven pavements. Not only is it so steep, but today, there were many obstacles to overcome to get down to the flats. Oy Vey!

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You can see how serrated, uneven, and prerupt the hill’s pavement is. I had a couple of occasions when I thought I might lose control of the three-wheeler. But with skill, efficiency, and pot-luck, I kept it perpendicularish. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

5Fri15As I got onto level ground, I began to sing to myself, the mind went into Inductive-Reasoning mode for a while, as I pondered, but not for long, on the Brexit situation. Then, the mind reverted to its usual sort of blankness and state of voidness.

As I neared the people-less Winwood Heights flats, I decided to go up on Winwood Court’s roof to take some pictures.

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5Fri23I enjoyed the little photographic meander, out on the roof.

Back down in the lift, and hobbled on with the trolley and shopping along the persons-free link-passageway to Woodthorpe Court.

The fire-installation lads were using the elevators to transport equipment up and down. 5Fri24Buy no bother to me, I was in no rush.

I go back into the flat, and still didn’t need a wee-wee?

Well, that’s a change!

I got the nosh bought put away.

5Fri25Then got the black bags sorted out, and along with the box of recyclables, I departed the flat. Took three bags and deposited them down the waste chute, then down in the lift with the box. Frank got in the elevator on the way down, and we had a little nattering session. Steve, the caretaker, was in the lobby on the ground floor and took the box from me to save me going outside with it. Jolly-Good chap!

WDPright03WD 0.0.255 2 I returned up to the flat, and the wee-weeing started again! After the first one, they flowed regularly! Although not so frequent as they did earlier in the morning, I’m glad to say. This and all the following leakage maneuvres were of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode again.

I started to update this post. Inbetween wee-wees and making several mugs of tea. Why am so thirsty?

Got the nosh cooking and did the handwashing while the chips were in the oven.

5Fri25Then prepared the Dagwood sandwich based, nosh. Which got a flavour-rating of 6.5/10. I could not eat it all, a lot went into the bin, but I enjoyed what I did eat. I wasn’t too struck on the mini BBQ flavoured pork pies, but they are okayish.

Washed the pots. Took the evening medications, and got down in the £300, second-hand, tatty, rickety, revoltingly-beige-coloured, recliner. Sleep, as usual lately, was resistant to come, but on the other hand, I stayed awake longer and watched some TV without the nodding-offs for a change.

Up for another (Wee-Wee), and back down… Ah, sleep!

Inchcock Today – Thur 3 Oct 2019: Neighbour Jenny & Josie, Phlebotomy nurse, Window Cleaner and sadly, Colin Cramps, all seen today! Great!

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2019 sOct 04

Thursday 3rd October 2019

Slovak: Štvrtok 3 Októbra 2019

4Thu01

01:30hrs: I almost literally sprang awake. I was out of the 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, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, and having a CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) in the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket).

3Wed07Like an automaton, I limped into the kitchen and moved the handwashing on the airer.

WD 125.0.0 I took the medications, and made a brew, dropping the milk carton as I used it. No hassle? I simply got it cleaned up, even Arthur Itis wasn’t too bothered about the bending of the knees? Worrying, that was!

WD 125.0.0 I took the reworked mug of tea with me to the computer, and noticed that the Shake Fire Alarm was Activating! Thus, I had a check around, and there were no sounds or signs of a fire alarm anywhere else? Mmm? I had turned up the heater in the kitchen to help dry the handwashing quicker, from 22°c to 24°c last night? Haha!

The belated mind-blast of worries, fears, self-disgust, and nervous thoughts began as I sat down at the computer. Nurse Etienne is arriving today to do my blood sampling. Must try again to see Josie with her strawberries and cream cake treats. Phone Sister Jane and Pete. Get the… thankfully, the stream of problems, tasks, etc. was interrupted here – by another need of the GPEB. It was of a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode this time.

I got on CorelDraw and made the ‘Day’ graphic above. Virus Appreciation Day? Never heard of that one before. There were plenty of dedicated days to pick from that were on for today, including Techies Day, Boyfriend Day, and Bring Your Bible to School Day. Then added the Brexit Fun header, and Thought.

I then got on with the mammoth job of updating yesterday’s blog. Somewhat rebarbatively interspersed with five trips to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for wee-wees, all of the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) variety! Oofta! It was a big job, due to the peripheral neuralgia affected fingertips failing to inform the brain when they contacted anything hard. Oops, I meant to write peripheral neuropathy affected fingers. Out of interest, I just looked up peripheral neuralgia on Google. I could only find neuralgia without the Peripheral bit.

  • In general, neuralgia causes intense and distinct symptoms, including:
  • Sudden episodes of extreme shooting or stabbing pain that follows the path of a damaged or irritated nerve.
  • Persistent aching or burning pain.
  • Tingling or numbness.
  • Muscle weakness.
  • Loss of muscle mass, or atrophy.
  • Involuntary muscle twitching or cramping.
  • The area may be excruciatingly sensitive to touch, and any pressure is felt as pain.
  • The pain can be sharp or burning, depending on the affected nerve.
  • The affected area is still partly-functional.
  • The muscles may spasm.
  • Falls possible.

So, whichever I use, the symptoms are similar and match many of mine, even if I used both!

Then on the WordPress Reader. Finally, I got around to starting this blog off properly, with written details. I went to make another mug of the lip-smackingly tasty Glengettie Gold tea, and took these pictures, from the unwanted, dirty, uncleanable, thick-framed, light & view-blocking new windows. I put the selector on the Canon to ‘P’ and took the shot, then changed to Auto photographed roughly the same area. What a difference!

4Thu04

I’m told that the ‘P’ is for preselected settings for Auto. So the factory settings must be for a little broader and somehow more detailed? Me changing parameters with the tiny buttons and nerveless fingers is too dodgy for me to try. And the booklet is printed so small, even with the reading glasses on is impossible to understand. Of course, my lack of knowledge and skills in anything remotely technical is well known. Harupmf!

I got as far as here and went on to start creating some more graphics and Thoughts, as I had run out of the ones I had made-up. So, on to CorelDraw. I did an hour, but unfortunately, Mr Fries company he gets all that money for running was very slow.

Virgin 128.0.0

So, I got the ablutions sorted out. I put some drain unblocker down the sin hole, as I was getting ready to start, to allow it to hopefully free any blockages.

4Thu05The shaving went well enough, as did the teggie cleaning. The shower was trouble-free, and only one dropsie, the soap.

 The legs looked a lot betterer this morning. Apart from the knees. The spots, lumps, blotches, blemishes, blood papsules, and spider-veins all seemed a lot less vivid. The stubbed toe even seemed to be less painful.

WD 125.0.0 Then it came to using the sock-glide; I’m not sure how or why they used the word ‘glide’ as being appropriate? Haha! Sock-Destroyer might be apter! 4Thu02

SMA 128.0.0 Oh, by the way, the shaving produced nil, nolla, zéro, null, nulo, no cuts! Head Swaggers from side-to-side, and a nonchalant semi-smile spreads over the face! Haha!

I got dressed, although I’m not going out, it’s going to be a catch-up day on the graphics for me. I am hoping to catch Josie in with her nibbles, and the phlebotomy nurse is calling in a bit to take my blood sample. I put a large potato in the new saucepan, it’s not the biggest, but it is the deepest I own. I must treat myself to a deeper one.

4Thu06All presentable-ish looking, I got the nibbles and called at Josie’s door. All of three paces from mine. I was lucky enough to catch her in, she was just getting ready to go out with her Sister. Josie and I had a chinwag for a few moments. They are going to the East Bridgford Garden Centre, the same one that Sister Jane and Pete go to. Usually for them to have a coffee and stock-up with the individual sugar sachets and milk cartons from the cafe’s tables. So, you can see that I haven’t a cat in hell’s chance of getting my valuables back that Pete nicked while flat-sitting (well it saves him on heating) when I was in the Stroke Ward Hehehe! 

Back on the computer to update this and get back to the graphicalisationing work.

I could hear the drilling close by, the fire-sprinkler fitters. And there seemed a very faint noise at the same time, like a bubbling sound. I foolishly ignored it and carried on computing for a while. But when a break in the drilling noise came, I could still hear it.

4Thu07WD 125.0.0 I investigate in the kitchen, where now, without the noise of the drilling, I could hear it was coming from. Oh, heck! I’d left the saucepan on too high a setting, and it was boiling over!

SMR 128.0.0 I managed to burn a finger as I banally wiped up the water with a kitchen towel. And then cut it in the same place as I cleaned the edge of the saucepan! (What a putz! Oy gevalt!). I cleaned up the mess and waited until the ring had cooled and left it on a low setting.

The drilling started off again. I wonder when it will be my turn to suffer the worker’s visit?

10:50hrs: Back to CorelDrawing, I won’t get much done, the nurse is due anytime now.

11:00hrs: Jenny called me, she’d had a word with the window cleaner chap, and he is on is way up to see me! Yahoo!

11:20hrs: The blood nurse arrived. Heart-Rate-Increases! She kindly sorted me out while offering some chit-chat at the same time, and departed. Heart-Rate-Decreases!

Back to CorelDrawing.

12:20hrs: The window cleaner arrived with his better half. (Thanks to Jenny!) Nice friendly couple. Got on with sorting out and cleaning the windows for me, in no time! They even had a chinwag with me while doing it. He also tried to tighten the new trolley handlebars for me, and the chap opened the pickle jar for me! 4Thu07aGreat service!

Back to CorelDrawing.

13:09hrs: Mail delivered. From Nottingham City Homes. Confirming repairs to the crumbling balcony roof, for 13:00 to 18:00hrs on Friday 11th October. Which is a little late in the day for me.

4Thu0813:20 hrs. Jenny booked it for me. I went down to Jenny and Franks flat, to ask if she could schedule it earlier for me, please. I do feel a pest to keep bothering Jenny.

 13:45hrs: Jenny kindly said she would arrange it for me and post the letter back to me.

Made a start on cooking the meal.

13:55hrs. I found a note from Jenny, saying she had booked it for Wednesday 16th October. 09:30 > 14:39hrs. I finished booking I was doing. I sent an Email thanking Jen.

14:20: I was feeling all-in now. I had to stop doing the graphics and computer word. Suddenly drained of energy.

4Thu20I got the handwashing done and changed into my nightwear.

Took the medications and got the meal sorted out. A worthy 8/10 flavour-rating for this mix of boiled sliced spuds, garden peas, sugar snap peas, cooked beef slices, tomatoes and mushrooms. Some Bulls-Eye BBQ sauce, and a Cox orange pippin! The Limoncello dessert, I dropped when the finger-ends lost contact again.

WD 125.0.0 Sadly it fell into the waste bin and split open!

WD 125.0.0 I got my head down, and it soon became apparent that sleep would not come readily again. From nowhere, Colin Cramps kicked off! Toes, ankles, legs, fingers, wrist, arm; you name it, it suffered! Gnash! In little breaks of CC’s attacks, I would nod-off, but only for a minute or two, and be woken again with the most vicious attack of cramps I’ve ever had! This repeated itself, over and over for hours!

WD 125.0.0 To make things more harrying, the demand for wee-wees meant I had to keep getting up to utilise the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) so many times. Each one of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. 

4Thu21aAt some time or other, I remember not when I must have taken this shakey photograph. After seeing it on the SD card, memories flooded back. I was having the worst of the spells, and the toes and foot were in agony! But why I took it I don’t know.

Sleep never came proper, to I always seemed to up and using the bucket! Thinking about it, maybe the confusion over the tablets had caused me to take a Furesomide in error. With the medications being in the blister-packs now, there are three that look almost the same. The beta-blocker, the 30g Codeine and the Furesomide water tablet. The latter sometimes not being wanted, I have to remove it and might have taken way the wrong one. They all look so much alike in colour, shape and size. I hope I didn’t miss the beta-blocker!

WD 125.0.0 I gave up trying to sleep and rose at 01:00hrs… for another wee-wee of course! And stayed up. Oy gevalt!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 2nd October 2019: Worra an odd day!

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2019 sOct 03

Wednesday 2nd October 2019

Wednesday 2nd October 2019

3Wed001

02:30hrs: Boy did the wee-wee need’s wake me up this morning!

WD 200.0.0 Followed by the call to the Porcelain Throne! Resulting in my confirmation of Trotsky Terence’s return! So, from agonistic blockage mode, to almost liquid, overnight! Uncomfortable and lots of cleaning up needed! Tsk!

3Wed07The morning Mind-Blast started as I moved the handwashing to the airer.

Took the medications, and made the mug of Glengettie tea. Then needed another wee-wee. I could feel the need for the Porcelain Throne brewing up in the innards as well, so off to the wet room. The evacuation was soft and messy. So I decided to get the ablutions done while I was in there.

3Wed01fWD 200.0.0 The battle with the sock-glide was more than uncomfortable. But I was battling to put on the long bamboo socks! At least this hosiery hid the scars, papsules, clopidogrel and lumps & bumps! Pretty sexy too? Hahaha! I’d wear them every day, but the conflict with the sock glide and the mess and time to wash them does not encourage me much. Oh, and not one single dropsy!

I got on the computer, to download the photographs, and found on the SD card, many of the photos on it has taken two and six shots, not one? I was amazed and had no idea what I had done wrong? Here is a snip of the SD card!

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By the time I’d got them on CorelDraw, I had a headache sorting them! So, not knowing how I got in this pickle means I do not know how to get out of it! Grumph! Hopefully it might reset itself on today’s outing? I felt nervous about it.

3Wed01iThe Morrison order arrived. Pleasant delivery man. I got the bags into the kitchen, ready for sorting out. I’d ordered some bits prepared for Christmas pressies. Yes, I’m hoping to last long enough for the festive season. Next year I might not be so confident. Hehe!

3Wed01LI got the fridge stuff away first.

I’d got some cream cakes for Mary and Josie, and Strawberries for Josie. I’ll drop them off this afternoon for her. Too early for her to be 3Wed01Jup and about when I go out at 09:00hrs, or thereabouts. 

I’d got some Special Offer Alpen bars for the nibble bag.

I got back to the computerisationing. But time beat me, and I had to give up and get things and myself ready for the bus. I took the black bags to the waste chute on the way out and made my way through the corridor to the Winwood Court, and the Oberstgruppenfhreress Wardens Holding Cell Office. But no one was about, so I carried on to Winchester Court and out to the bus stop. Where lots of residents were situated waiting for the bus. Doris, Mary, Chrissie, Cyndy, Betty, Malclom, to name a few. We were joined by many others, and it was like a Monday morning, with the gang accumulating and nattering away. I loved just listening to them, and the laughter that surrounded me.

3Wed01TThe Bestwood bound bus arrived and all the clan, bar Mary and me, got off in Sherwood. I handed Mary her cream cake and nibbles. We were soon in Arnold and dropped off at the Asda store on Front Street.

Mary soon lost me in Arnold, we were even talking at the time. Haha! I had a shopping wander around and came out with; Bacon flavoured fries, wholemeal sliced cobs, BBQ sauce, and a pack of cooked mini-steak slices. When I got outside, to search for Mary, was when I realised I had not got my £2 second-hand Charity Shop bought rusty watch on! This was going to be fun, working out the timing for catching a bus home! I assumed that Mary would be at the bus stop on Front Street to get the L9, so tried to keep looking to see if she had arrived. At the bus stop as I walked to the Saver Store, the time was displayed. I and about twenty-eight minutes before the bus was due. I pressed on to the Saver shop and got two bottles of their cheap drain-unblocker and a fresh-air spray.  I had the time to wander over to the Fulton Foods Store, in search of some more of the Roast beef slices, that I bought there and enjoyed so much, last week. I came out with a pot of salt. A Texas Chilli sauce that was on sale in Asda for £1.29, for… 29p! Some Balsamic vinegar crisps at two for £1. A pack of Beef Trimmings. And most surprisingly, they had some Cox’s Pippin apples!

Paid and outside, and I could see Mary sat in the bus shelter, so knew I’d not missed the bus, at least. I joined her, and we had a natter, I handed one of the bags of balsamic flavour crisps when she said she liked them. I shouldn’t have bought them anyway, with the nibbles I already had at home. No more shopping for me this week!

The trip home on the bus was most uncomfortable, but that didn’t stop me from nearly nodding off a few times. Tsk!

3Wed02Back at the flats, I got off last as is usual for me, and had a quick few words of greetings with some of the clan getting onto the bus.

I asked Mary to pose for me in front of the new Winwood Court, while O took a snap. It came out, as you can see, with a blue-hue to it. So I 3Wed04thought I’d take another on as I chased after the gal. I think it came out alright. I like her trolley!

Now I have to find the time to get the photographs printed out at Asda if their photo-booth thingy is working. The last time I tried it, the coin input slot had chewing gum rammed in it! The time before, part-way through the process, it came up with “Power interruption  Call ….” Hrmph!

We walked through the link-passage still nattering away, neither one of us hearing what the other said entirely. Hahaha! We parted as Mary got off of the lift, and I carried on up to my apartment. I called at Josie’s, but no answer.

3Wed05I got in the flat and put the nosh away.

Still, the blue-hue outside, from the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking kitchen window, and the view looked so beautiful.

I took this picture on the right, and the moment I’d snapped it, I felt the warm, wet sensation from the lower regions. Oh dear, Little Inchies fungal lesion had started to leak again. Off to the wet room and cleaned things up. Washed me up, and called on Josie again. No answer.

3Wed06I got the potato out of the slow cooker and mashed it all up with some Leicester cheese, butter and a little salt.

Got it in the oven to brown off, prepared the plate, and then I got the handwashing done, and moved the things on the airer around to 3Wed01maid in the drying process. I got settled to eat the nosh, and it was grand, most of it tasted lovely. Sugar snap peas, sliced boiled eggs, tomatoes, Cox’s apple, beetroot, and the beef offcuts. The beef was the only thing that was not very good at all. It tasted like plastic. So, only a 6.5/10 for taste.

I called on Josie again to give her the strawberries and cream cake. No reply, though. Bet she’s gone for a drink and meal with her Sister, perhaps.

I stripped off and got the dressing gown on, and put the TV on. I’d hoped it would help me fall asleep if I watched some banal programme, but yet again sleep was obstinate and refused to come.

After a while, I got up and rang both of Josie’s doorbells. Still no answer. Back in the flat and head down again.

WD 200.0.0 The Thought-Storms began, which is very rare for this time of day, they regularly get to me in a morning usually. They did not help me settle to sleep. Fears, qualms, anxieties, worries, even a panic attack slipped in! The shaking started, and I got up gingerly, to get some more spring water, noticing signs of nibbling all around me! How the hell I can’t recall eating all this junk food and following a meal too, is beyond me!

I sat down again and put the TV back on. That did it this time! Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Tue 1st Oct 2019: After-Stroke Physio, Canon Camera problems, lots of Nottingham Photos in the rain!

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2019 sOct 01

Tuesday 1st October 2019

Maltese: It-Tlieta 1 ta ’Ottubru 2019

WD 0.30.0b 02:05hrs: I stirred into ersatz existence, with fears, worries, and concerns filling the brain. I really didn’t feel up to taking part in the After Stroke physio session, nor did I look forward to the early morning trip to get there. This despite a decent five-hours kip! My E.Q. knew something as going to go wrong!

2Tue03WD 0.30.0bA Almost in a morbid mood, I extracted the blubbering body from the £300 recliner, got my balance and the stick, and set off for the emergency grey plastic wee-wee bucket I’d left in the kitchen. Giving myself a very pretty looking middle-toe-stubbing that came up all red/brown in an instant! I may have silently released a few naughty words. This is not going to help me enjoy the exercise class at all! Grumph!

I moved the drying handwashing on to the airers, as I want to wear the shirt today.  Then took the medications and made a brew. Straight onto the updating of yesterday’s post. A lot to get done, with doing nothing but mope and nod-off when I got home from shopping on Monday.

WD 0.30.0b Within five minutes, the gloriously crap Virgin Media started to play me up. Getting the updating done seemed to take hours and hours – that’s because it did!

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WD 0.30.0b But, it got worse, as I began to try and send off some links, etc., I only got one done, and…

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2Tue04WD 0.30.0b I gave up and turned everything off, and got the ablutions tended to. Which bought me more pain and hassle! Oy Vey! The sink took ages and two bottles of drain unblocker to free! The WC cistern had to be filled by hand after using the Porcelain Throne, 2Tue05and the session was messy, I think that Trotsky Terence is back again! Little Inchies Lesion was bleeding badly. Stubbed the same middle-toe again, against the damned fear-installing sock-glide! I didn’t get to upset, for the warning from the E.Q. meant my acceptance was more comfortable to show. At least the legs looked a little better… with the bamboo socks on. Hahaha!

WD 0.30.0b I tried the internet, and it was working but very slowly…

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WD 0.30.0b Then, after about ten minutes…

Vir 0.50.0

I gave up. Luckily I checked the time of the buses before the net failed on me.

I gave up altogether, else I might miss the bus. Not that this would be anything different for me, I’ve missed it on the last two After-Stroke sessions, so I anticipate with how today’s luck is going, a third time.

To early to take the black bags to the chute cause of the noise.

I got dressed and depressed, I duly dourly departed. Boy, I’m fed-up already! Oh, thanks to Mr Liberty-Global, Virgin Media Mogul Fries! How does he keep his job? Ah, Mafia or Illuminati backed, I expect! Fries, will be in charge of causing the needed chaos and making the proletariat rise-up?

1Mon15I’ll try for the 07:06 bus, then I can call at Tesco to get some Puff Pastry Fingers and find out what time the Bargain shop opens to get some of the gloriously-tasty Ventagliette biscuits, all planning you know. Hehehe!

I put a packet of the Ventagliette biscuits in the trolley, as a treat for my fellow stroke recoverers at the physio-torture session. Haha!

All readied, a check again on the notepad for the times of the number 40 bus, and off out, 2Tue06and feeling perky, in spite of the dull weather and Mr Fries best efforts to depress me!

Out into the rain, and dropped the recycling jars in the green bin.

2Tue08My jars were the only non-alcoholic ones in the bin. Gawd, I’m jealous! Humph! I walked gingerly along Chestnut Way, avoiding the lake of rain and leaves. The drizzling rain was not heavy, there was little wind, and it was not cold with it at all, 2Tue07just wet. He-he!

Near the right turn onto Winchester Street, I noticed the had come up with a different Health & Safety plan, for the missing sewer (Well, I think it is) cover. ‘Cone-Over-it’ style.

2Tue09I pressed on down the hill to the bus stop. I turned and took this photograph. It turned out a decent one, I think, caught the atmosphere if that’s the right word.

At the third attempt, after two missing it, I caught the bus, it came within five minutes.

The story of the trip was interesting, to say the least:

WD 0.30.0b I got on the single-decker bus, about ten passengers, including myself. Deposited my overly-flabby body on a side-saddle seat, and collapsed the three-wheel guide trolley. By the time we had gone about five bus stops, and halfway down Wells Road, there were I counted, 24 people standing, and that’s not counting the ankle-snappers I could not see. The three-wheeler was in between my legs, and both it and I were squashed against the window behind me, Hehehe! The driver picked up some more passengers at the next two stops, and it got ridiculous! I don’t think anyone had room to sneeze! The driver had to stop picking up people, and we arrived in town. The unloading of the tellurians was painful and in a stampede fashion. Every one of the fifty or so people passing by me to get off the bus kicked, or knocked the three-wheeler, that banged against the left knee, (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis was not pleased with this!), and jolted the right shoulder against a holding pole! I cowered and tried my best to pull back to give them more room, but was still battered and bruised when I got off last, thanking the driver and off into the welcoming rain! Hahaha!

I did admire the schoolkid’s ability to keep using their mobile phones while the battle ensued, though. One squashed up near to where I was sat, never stopped with her texting throughout the journey, and was still on it when she trod on my already-stubbed right toes as she alighted the bus!

2Tue10I made my way to the Tesco in Victoria Centre (Mall) and bought a few bits. I later found that the Seaweed Snack was so different from the ones I usually get. They were sweet and sickly tasting! Eurgh! On the plus side, the only Hi-Temp crispies they had on sale, were the ‘Hot’ ones, but I bought one to try it out. And that was superb!

A chap came to the till behind me, smelling of what I thought must be Ganja or Mariuana, and off his rocker. He had stuff in his basket, all treats no essentials, and never stopped talking, most of it gibberish, bless him. Not too hot, really even for me!

2Tue10aI paid and departed through the Milton Street entrance. The rain was slightly more torrential than earlier on, I found some partial cover, and took this shot of the new McDonald’s, with a few customers in, at around 08:10hrs.

2Tue11The rain eased off a bit as I made my way to the Poundstretcher Store, in search of some nibbles for the After-Stroke Team and patients, and some more Ventagliette biscuits, to replace the one I was about to donate at the physio session.

2Tue14As I approached the Poundstretcher door, there was the chap who I saw in Tesco, begging. And he was enjoying a roaring trade, I’ve never anyone being given so many donations in the few minutes I stood to watch, in my life. It made me think for a second… It’s better than working, no job hunting, and if this is anything to go by, a good income, tax-free, too! But, of course, I shouldn’t say things without knowing about the circumstances of the chap. Sound business mind, all three folks in this picture, gave him cash. Jealousy! Haha!

I dived in the Poundstrecher shop as the manager opened the doors. I made for the biscuit shelves and got some packets of the irresistible Ventagliette biscuits, and more. I came out with four packs of crackers, Wagon Wheels for the nibble bag, chocolate Hobnobs, and cream bikkies for the Stroke team. A jar of Baxters Red Pickle (That I cannot open, Tsk!), an oven-glove for £3.99, and paid at the checkout.

Then as I left, I had photographicalisationg session around Milton Streer:

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2Tue16Then made my way to the St. Andrews with Castlegate Church hall, for the Physio session,

Took a picture of the old no longer in use Guildhall Courts building.

2Tue17Then, passing the Trent University main building en route. There seemed to be hundreds of more students about this morning, all seemingly late as they were rushing about almost bumping into each other as they were on their mobile phones. Hehe!

I arrived, a little early for the Physio Torture Session (Ha-ha!). Which drew looks of scorn and displeasure! Five minutes later, a second arrivée came, and was welcomed heartily? The session only had seven folks turn up when it began. Many chairs had to be removed. Hehe! But, the course went well, all bar the knee bending exercises, which were painful in the extreme, thanks to the football-crowd-like bus journey injuries I’d collected in getting there. Oy Vey! I was pleased to see Precious turn up later to join us.

2Tue18All through the session, I noticed the extraordinarily large and frequent movements from the students, so did the patient physio nurse, Charlene. She’d worked out that they kept moving from one building to another, about every 40-minutes! And some of them were not on their mobiles! Mind you, it was raining. I took this photo on the left, through the window of them. We never did find out what was going on, someone mentioned a change of semester. I’ll have to look that one up, it probably means term? I’ll see if I remember to find out later.

We ended the session after they ate and did not like the nibbles (Oh dearie me!), with some games of bowls. Although each one of my efforts was abysmally way off target, I enjoyed the session and gave congratulations out for those who won or came close. Relaxing game, as long as you weren’t bothered about winning, Haha!

We parted a happy little crew. Two patients even answered my cheery farewell and hope’s to see them next week! Although fair enough, one was with a grunt! Hehe!

2Tue19The end-timing was unfortunate in a way. It left me with 55 minutes to wait for the next L9 bus home. So I meandered down into town, foolishly to call at the Poundland shop, again!

WD 0.30.0b As I poddled along Goldsmith Street, I could see an obstacle in the distance, that was going to prevent my safe passage to Market Street, a parked lorry delivering to a pub or club. Not that I can blame the driver, what choice does he have, but to park full-on the pavement to unload? Which, if I had carried on, would mean my having to get off of the footpath, risk a conflict with a tram! I got to the drop in the pavement and crossed over to the other side of the road. A bit dodgy getting the three-wheeler over the tram line, mind you.

2Tue20I walked to Upper Parliament Street, crossed over and down Market Street. Where I took the chance to take this shot that I thought was interesting and different. It shows the street cleaners working away on the pavement, and an even more dangerous Motorbility (Not Disabled!) scooter, scooting down the hill. I’ve seen this gentleman before a few times, and his driving is a threat to humankind! Straight ahead and ‘Sod-anyone-in-the-way, style. I was glad to be on the other side of Market Street! The couple in front of him had to move a bit swiftly!

WD 0.30.0b I arrived, a little damp, at the shop and had a hobble around, coming to the self-serve checkouts with far to much stuff than would fit easily into the bag or carrier. Mishegosh! Twiglets, black bags, pressies chocolate bar, antiseptic disinfectant, a BLT ready-made sarnie, and yet another bottle of drain-unblocker. It seems I am having to use a container at least every day to keep the wet room sink drain free enough! Humph!

2Tue21I was in no rush, though, plenty of time to catch the bus. I had a dodder around and through the slab square. Perhaps it was the rain, but everyone I passed had a look on their faces that revealed, sullenness, grief, rejection, and disconsolateness. Even the youngsters. Ah, worrying over Brexit perhaps?

Up Queen Street and under the bus shelter to wait for the L9. Wich arrived promptly and soon loaded up with passengers en route. It was a fraught trip today. I say this, cause it was battle to stay awake! Yet again I nodded off several times but didn’t miss the Winwood Heights stop. Haha! I got off last, as usual, the others all stampeded through the drizzle and disappeared into the Winchester Court entrance. Many using it to gain access to the link-passage to Winwood Court, and then the one to Woodthorpe Court.

2Tue22I hobbled, shaking off the rain, and in through the Winwood Court lobby, and down to the Woodthorpe lift lobby. Up in the elevator, and into my apartment, and emptied the bags out. The oven gloves looked a bargain.

I took the medications, had an unnerving LPSAOS (Long-Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Splashback) wee-wee. Then got the handwashing sorted, and hanging to dry.

WD 0.30.0b Stripped off, had a wash, and started making the nosh. The door chime rang out. It was Josie, bless her, giving me some tomatoes, greens and cans of tuna. I felt a little bad being only in my PPs, but I hid behind the door. I did feel a right fool!

2Tue23WD 0.30.0b I really wanted to make a start on updating this blog, but the energy had drained, the joints ached from the Physio session, and tiredness overtook me.

WD 0.30.0b The meal was the BLT sarnie, two home-made dagwood sarnies, greens, tomatoes, beetroot, seaweed and a bit of pork pie meat. It was not a brilliantly conceived meal. But it went down well (Flavour-Rating 7.5/10) before I fell asleep with the tray still on my lap! And stayed asleep for at least six hours!

Inchcock Today – Mon 30 Sept 19: I was tuckered-out, far too early today. Tsk!

2019 Sept 30

2019 Sept 30

Monday 30th September 2019

Chichewa: Lolemba 30 Seputembala 2019

1Mon01

01:35hrs: I woke in a haze of ambiguity, confusion. Indeed the incertitude was a deep one. Had I snuffed it and gone over? Was there really something on the other side? I soon came out of the possibly dream-driven world of half-reality, when I nearly fell out of the £300, second-hand recliner, as I gave a sneeze that may well have woken up tenants three floors above! Gaining a modicum of control over the wayward mind, I soon discerned the need for both a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne. So, without much pain or hassle, I got my endomorphic body out of the recliner and caught my balance, got the stick, and ventured to the wet room.

WD 0.0.0. Noticing, the state of the room as I waddled off. Empty spring water bottles and nocturnal nibbling indicators (crumbs, empty foody containers with lids off… etc.), things had definitely been moved overnight, in different places, the ANkle-Support Strap was on the carpet, near the balcony door? I thought this must be investigated, but the need for the WC forced me forward, and hastily onto the Throne!

wdp02LeftWD 0.0.0. The session went swiftly: “Sit-No-effort-Splosh, all done with!” But! The mess left behind and evacuated, meant it took me ten times or longer to clean up, than for the session to take place! That irony-taste was in the throat, that one gets when suffering from Diarrhorea Donald, makes me think he is about to blossom into a full-on visit! Even more surprising, was needing another wee-wee while cleaning things up, it was of the LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) mode! And I do mean long! Blimey!

1Mon05Into the kitchen, and realised I had not done the handwashing last night. Naughty! Schlimazel! Double-bubble-trouble to sort out tonight then! Humph! Took the medications, and made a brew, of Extra-Strong English Breakfast tea. I was amazed at how strong this came out, it is not usually this strength, but I liked it. Then, when adding the milk, I found that I had put two teabags in the little mug! Haha!

WD 0.0.0. The brain was now less macaronic, and I got the computer on. Started to make-up this blog, and got carried away, and nearly forgot to update Sunday’s! So, I made another brew took some pictures with the Nikon camera.

1Mon03

I’d put the Canon on recharging the battery, and started on the updating. Got it finished and went on the WordPress Reader section. Then on to theTFZer Facebooking page.

Got it updated, I love the folks on this site. Then, made a brew, and having lost all my cornflakes when I dropped the box, I made a pot of porridge for breakfast, while I watched some YouTube funnies, before getting the ablutions done. Which resulted in only three dropsies! Oh yes! Much betterer! Toothbrush, razor, and soap.

Got the black bags made up, and also had the box that the 3-wheeler arrived in, filled with recycling stuff. I dropped the bags down the chute and took the box down with me on the way out. There was me, pushing the trolley-walker and dragging the giant carton behind me. Getting into and out of the elevator was interesting (comical really), but I managed it and took it to the caretaker’s door.

1Mon06I re-entered the flats and walked along the link-passage to Winwood Court.

The rain had stopped, but droplets remained on the plants in the outside sitting area. I took a photograph through the passage windows, but the droplets of rain on the plants, that somehow looked so life-giving and beautiful to me did not show up well. Shame!

Along the tunnel to the Obersturmführer and Catwalk Model Wardens detention and interrogation office. All locked up. As I pressed on, the new Winwood Court Warden (I really must find out her name!) was coming in the opposite direction. I offered the nibble-bag, and she took a couple, one for Warden & Pole-Dancer Generalleutnantess Julie. Deana, was, I assume, either on holiday, or cover-working to cover holidays at another site.

Out to the bus stop. The sun came out, and as the few, grew to many tenants awaiting the bus, chinwagging broke out, and I listened with great interest. Group cognition, heuristic and critical observational discussion flowed. When a few sarcasticalisational comments were bandied, I joined in with my comments on the crumbling balcony. Hehe! I thoroughly enjoyed my waiting time at the shelter. I arrived in town and got off at the Upper Parliament Street stop.

1Mon14And hobbled along into Victoria Centre (Mall), and to the Tesco Store. I came out with some Piccalo tomatoes, baby chestnut mushrooms and the last two packets on their shelves, of my beloved crispy seaweed snacks.

I paid at the self-service checkouts, with the assistance of a young man.

1Mon07Then out into the even sunnier than it was earlier, Milton Street. Not a hot sun, mind.

I ambled along in a distant frame-of-mind. An imprecision or nebulousness had taken over the grey-cells. I got to the Poundstrecher Shop, in a search for some sherbet lemon saucers, but found none. I exited with a bottle of Texas BBQ sauce, and a pack of light biscuits (They didn’t last long, they were so gorgeous! So tomorrow, when the After-Stroke Physio session is over, I’ll get some more, if I remember!)

I paid and meandered along Milton Street, taking some photographicalisation in the sunshine.

1Mon14a

1Mon11I still wasn’t feeling fully in control, a smidge of vagueness remained, and the fatigue was coming over me earlier the never today?

I walked to the Poundland shop and had a nosey around. I got to the self-serve checkouts and bought; Some more drain unblocker for the wet room sink. A Pork Farms pork pie, Dettol disinfectant, and bleach.

I crossed back of the pedestrian crossing and got to the bus stop to wait for the L9 bus, now I felt even more tired and weary? The prospect of the Physio exercises in the morning were getting less eagerly awaited! I took some pictures while I was at the bus shelter.

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On the trip home, I must have had about twelve or more nod-offs! Luckily, being on the side-saddle seat, the bumpy ride and going around corners and nearly parting company with the chair, kept jolting me awake.

Off the bus, and so wearily, I walked to the Winwood entrance, and along the passage to Woodthorpe Court, and up the elevator to the flat. Totally pooped, lassitudinous and tired!

1Mon12I put the unneeded foods away and got the handwashing done, before I fell asleep, for I felt I would do, as soon as I sat down.

No cooking, too tired to bother. I got a plate of saladish stuff made up. Wholemeal cod sarnies with German smoked ham and tomatoes, chopped ‘granite-like’ beetroot, a Worcestshire 1Mon15apple, and some crispy seaweed. Boy did I enjoy it, too! Those Ventaglietti puff pastry biscuits were delightful! I really must try to get some more of them in the morning or tomorrow afternoon. Delicate, sweet and tasty with it. But, messy to eat. They have a crumb distribution-zone rating of 90%. Hahaha! An overall taste-rating for this nosh was 9.25/10!

I took the medications, had an unexpected CMOUSTSTBOV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venomously) wee-wee. Cleaned up, and got down in the rickety recliner, and put the TV on.

WD 0.0.0. But sleep still did not come as such, so many little nod-offs for a few seconds, though. Too tired? Humph! Still, I did eventually nod-off, not get woken-up, and slept for around five undisturbed hours. Twas nice!

Inchcock – Sunday 29th September 2019: Sleep? What’s that then?

2019 Sept 29

2019 Sept 29

Sunday 29th September 2019

Maori: Rātapu 29th Mahuru 2019

7Sun01

01:50hrs: I stirred into imitation life, and lay for a while 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, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months, no, five-months now), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, and mused over this and that. After the morning’s usual uncontrollable mind-blasts of fear, worries and concerns had finished, I regained semi-control of the brain and considered a few things that had been nagging away at my grey-cells.

Is the balcony safe? The holes are only small, but bits of concrete or cement have fallen from the roof… I was annoyed at the mail being delivered to Josie’s flat in error, and with her being on holiday it meant the Warfarin INR test results, and the Warfarin Alert wristlet (which only had one in, not two, as paid for) anyway, caused hassle with them not believing me that they had not arrived… but these minor, almost anticipated and expected tribulations were soon forgotten about; when the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

Up and out of the recliner with amazing ease this morning, apart from RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) in the knees, and a bit of jerking from the right arm, fingers and shoulder; there was no bother from Dizzy Dennis, Anne Gyna, Tight Chest Charlie, Haemorrhoid Harold, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Back-Pain-Brenda, Karl’s Kidneys, the plastic ticker, Colin Cramp or owt else, which was surreal to me! (Had I died and not noticed? Hehehe!)

En route, I had to use the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) for an SSAO (Short-Sharp-All-Over) wee-wee. I got on the Throne, and that was another ‘Sit, splunge, all-done’ session. The second in a row, which I found almost pleasant after the Colin Constipation of the previous few days. I anticipate that shortly, Diarrhorea Donald will return. Tsk!

7Sun02Washed up and hobbled to the kitchen. Moved the handwashing onto the airer. Took the medications, and made up some black bags for the chute later, and replaced new bags into the bins.

WD 0.0.255 2 It was raining outside, I opened the unwanted, disliked, thick-framed, light & View-blocking kitchen window, with the panes that cannot be reached for cleaning, and it rained inside! Hehe! All over the camera, the counter and floor, and me and the jammie-bottoms!

I took two snaps quickly, so as to keep the Canon camera from getting damaged in the precipitation. Not good quality, but still.

I got the computer going, and concentrated on getting the Saturday diary update done and dusted. (In between several more wee-wees, all of the SSAO variety)  It didn’t take too long this morning, despite the peripheral neuralgia caused hand-shaking and fingers jumping about. There were precious few photographs to go in it.

I went on the Emails next. A lovely one from Jenny, telling me she was going to report the holes in the gallery top for me. Bless her, she is kind to me ♥!

7Sun05

7Sun06Then, rather worryingly, back to the Porcelain Throne! Ah, as I suspected, this session was far less solidified. But, no bleeding, and it was not too messy. Obviously, no time to do any crosswording. I washed the hands and rubbed some Phorpain Gel in the knees. Which appeared to be looking slightly knobblier, knottier, and lumpier, to me anyway? But again, no bleeding anywhere. All Good!

I made another brew, this time Glengettie. Then checked on the Morrison order to see if I’d remembered to get some black bean sauce. Yes, done it. (Smug-Mode-Engaged!)

To the Word-Press Reader section. I then went on the TFZer Facebook site. Many hours, and three more SSAO wee-wees later, I made another mug of tea. And decided for a change, to have some breakfast, but what?

7Sun08WD 0.0.255 2 Due to my aboulomania, fluctuating, wavering, equivocating, and pathological indecisiveness, and the dropping the box of corn flakes that spread out all over the kitchen floor, I opted for a pot noodle and a cuppa. Tsk!

0910hrs: Off to get the ablutions sorted, a lot of shaking from the hands and fingers, so this might well prove an interesting scrub-up session. I got the bandages, antiseptic, after-shave and plasters at hand, ready. Haha!

Back soon, sock-glide permitting. Hehe!

WD 0.0.255 2 7Sun10Well, only two dropsies during the ablutionalisationing. No Accifauxpas, unless you want to count a few scratches with the razor. Afterwards, I decided after two failed attempts at getting the socks to fit into the glide, that the solution would be for me not to wear any! Hehehe! Where there’s a Will (there’s a Way) Will Hay memories flooded back! Another comedy genius along with Spike Milligan, nothing like each other, but both great entertainers!

7Sun10aWD 0.0.255 2 Then, I departed, hung the towel to dry, turned off the shower at the mains box, then realised I had left the alert bracelet in the wet room, and returned to collect it – just as well! For I had not shut off the hot water tap in the sink properly, and I’d left two cloths in to soak and freshen. The water was going down the overflow. I pulled out the plug, moved the flannels, and the water did not drain at all! Damned blocked again! I put some drain-unblocker down and left it for ten minutes, returned, and the water was going down slowly. Of course, this meant the hot water was not as hot as it should be, now. Tsk!

WD 0.0.255 2 I  set out to make Josie’s cheesy potato meal. Got the spud out and chopped and mashed with some Leicester Cheese, butter, onion salt and a splash of vinegar. Gave it some hammer in the mixing stakes, put the peas in the saucepan… and the landline rang! It was Sister Jane. I nipped back to check on the pot, all the time the potatoes getting colder and so, much harder to mash. Jane and I had a natter and laugh. Brother-in-Law Pete, who broke the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner when 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, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), say’s they are too heavy to carry, but must be the same weight as when he purloined them in the first place. (Hehehe!) Anyway, the lad is to have a PSA test, or maybe that should be, he had a PSA test.

I got on with Josie’s meal, I like to keep to a schedule of delivering it at 12:00hrs each Sunday. Not that she can remember, bless her. Although, when she woke me to hand me wrongly delivered mail last night, I reminded her of today’s nosh and asked if it was alright to bring it at the usual time, midday. She agreed. But that didn’t stop her forgetting and being pleasantly surprised when I arrived with the nosh. I’d made her Tuna with beetroot and mayonnaise, garden peas, tomatoes, sweet lettuce and the famous cheesy potatoes! Hope she enjoys it, and remembers this time, not to return the plate, tray and cutlery today. She might recall I will be in bed this week, I hope. Every week I’ve done her a meal, she’s woke me up! Hehe! Don’t know why I’m laughing? But it’s better than crying, innit.

I found details of the PSA test and levels and emailed the link to Pete and Jane.

Then got on the computer to update this blog… and:

Virgin blue narrow

I was about to give up on the computer, too much hassle, it was dead slow. Then:

Virg 255

7Sun07WD 0.0.255 2 I went in the Steptoe & Son spare room, with the intention of moving the four-wheeled trolley on the balcony with the new three-wheeler.

WD 0.0.255 2A But, I lost my balance stepping over it and tumbled to the floor. As luck would have it, and I was lucky, I fell on box’s of the PPs, that broke my fall. And, had the trolley with the brakes on, to help myself back semi-perpendicular! Smug-Mode-Adopted! Mind you, I think a couple of new bruises might come up on the legs.

Not feeling up to much now, not ill-like, just, erm… what’s the word, er… Fragile. Hehehe! I think I’ll get my nosh ready… no, I won’t, I’ll shut everything down and sit down with a cuppa, and pray for sleep!

WD 0.0.255 2 And it came. Ah, blissful! But the damned landline rang and flashed, waking me from my beloved and much-needed slumber. It was some con-persons telling me my BT internet (Again!) is about to go down, and where I can get put through to talk to someone who can help me! I left a verbal message, ‘Go forth & multiply’ was the general wording.

WD 0.0.255 2 Now I’d been disturbed, I made some nosh for myself. But, I must have been half-asleep and made the biggest hash of cooking ever! I could eat very little of it. I can’t recall taking any of these photographs?

7Sun11

The Sourdough baguette was not fully cooked, nor the chips either for that matter. I probably shouldn’t have, but I ate some of the Cumberland sausage Sourdough baguette sarnies. I hope eating them doesn’t come back at me with a vengeance innards-wise later. Oh, heck!

I got the pots washed and took the medications with me back to the recliner. Frustratingly, sleep did not come. I turned on the TV, and in a short time, was back in my beloved comatose state, dreaming happily, of a past love…

WD 0.0.255 2 The flat door chimes rang out, several times by the time I got to the door. It was Josie, returning the plates and accoutrements from the meal. She said she’d enjoyed the meal, and I said I’d like to meet her in the week sometime, we might go on the Winwood Cort rooftop, have drink and natter, and she could tell me all about her holiday. No response from the gal, I don’t think she could hear or lip-read me. Anyroad, she was happy and smiling as she went back to her flat opposite, so I was also happy and smiling as I bade her farewell, as she departed.

7Sun12I really didn’t know where I was. Hahaha! I’d been woken up so often. I put the plate etc. in the kitchen, made another brew, had a wee-wee, took a photo of the rain, and returned to the recliner.

It was still lightish outside, this made me think about checking on the clock-changing times in the morning. Which I did. The clocks go back at 2.00am on 27 October 2019 – for future reference, it always takes place on the last Sunday in October. This signals the end of BST, or Daylight Saving Time (DST) and means the UK will revert to Greenwich Mean Time) I wonder why after so many years, I have to keep checking every time? Perhaps, dotage, caducity, degeneration, senility, senescence, enfeeblement or just waiting and coffin-seeking in the latter part of animate life? (Hahaha!)

Head down yet again, this time, the blessed long-awaited slumber was achieved!

At-long-last!

Inchcock – Sat 28 Sept 2019: It started so well, as well today, then the Whoopsiedangleplops took charge!

2019 Sept 28

2019 Sept 28

Saturday 28th September 2019

Norwegian: Lørdag 28 September 2019

6Sat01

Aha, at last! Sleep, I got in six-hours of it, not a lot, but much-needed and most welcome.

02:15hrs: I woke  in need of a wee-wee, disentangled my blubbery stomached body from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-robbing, when I was in the Stroke Ward, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner, to the almost full GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), and had yet another of the nervous-making, worrying, tic-making, LHBLS (Long-Hosepipe-Blasting-Like-Splashback) mode, wee-wee.

6Sat02aWD 125.0.0.a Taking care as I did so, but still needed to visit the wet room, for a wash, and change my sprayed-on pyjama bottoms. Humphski! More hand washing to do! Ah, Well!

The pins (legs) were looking better this morning, much so. But the Peripheral Neuralgia ridden right leg, was a little too active, with its Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, all were of short duration, but more frequent than ever before. Mmm! But even so, at the wrong time, they can still have me over. Must be careful, the EQ told me to as well!

Washed the dandies, and went to the kitchen. Moved last night’s not yet dried washing. The socks above the radiator on a hanger, the shirt onto the stand-up airer. Then got the pantaloons washed and hanging.

Another wee-wee was called for, this time I was prepared for the deluge! Hehe! So I avoided any mess or accifauxpas.

6Sat04Got out the medications and made a brew of tea.

Took a picture of the morning view, through the light & view-blocking, thick-framed, new kitchen window with the panes of glass that cannot be reached for cleaning. Which reminded me, I must as Jenny about the window cleaner chap, who said he would call on me and didn’t. Perhaps he is just full up with requests at the moment, from so many tenants?

6Sat03aI took the tea and tablets with me to the computer and made a start on the updating of the Friday post. This took me longer than it has ever done before! Not due to Mr Fries internet going down for once (Although it being weekend, I anticipate that it will at some time fail me), instead, the finger-ends losing sense-of-touch, needing so much correcting and rewriting!

6Sat03Midway through doing the blog, I remembered to put one of the large potatoes into the crockpot, left it on high for an hour or two, then later turned it to low. When I make cheesy potatoes this way, they are much easier to mix with the cheese. Which is likely to be fun but dangerous with the right hand and leg playing up so much today!

I pressed on, frustrated at the slow pace, but got the blog finished, it was gone 07:00hrs by then! And, of concern, was the fact that I had to have eight wee-wees during that time! All of the LHBLS (Long-Hosepipe-Blasting-Like-Splashback) variety. Where is it all coming from? Tsk!

6Sat05Another mug of Glengettie this time, made. It is so much tastier and robust than Morrison’s Assam blend.

The morning was lightening up now. I took a photograph of the clouds and spent a few moments playing my nephelococcygia game. Finding some eyes and rivers. Hehe!

Back to the computer, and sent off the Friday post. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then I sent photos to the Pinterest site. Next, my much-looked forward to the chance of catching up on the TFZer Facebooking. (In between several more LHBLS (Long-Hosepipe-Blasting-Like-Splashback) variety wee-wees were taken. How it flows suddenly so much today, is a mystery to me! But flow, it continues to do! Grumph!

Made another cuppa. Ate a puff party finger, had yet another LHBLS wee-wee and got on CorelDraw to make up some ‘Thoughts’ and Graphic tops for future use.

09:20hrs: The banging and grinding from Herbert above, didn’t bother me too much. And it had stopped by 10:50hrs. Which is when I began the graphicalisationing.

WD 125.0.0 13:50hrs: Had a hell of a Dizzy Dennis attack, that left me staggering each I walked for thirty minutes or so. I did manage to get some graphics done but had to pack up. The dizzies, with the fingertips going unsensing again, and I just had an imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance from the right leg. A shame that, I was doing well as well.

I turned off this computer, lowered the heat to Low on the crock-pot, and with shaking hands and fingers, got down in the recliner, with a fresh mug of tea. Hopefully to bring myself around a bit. Not the best feeling when this happens, but fortunately it’s not often. I’ll try to nod-off as well, ah! I’ll put the TV on, that usually sends me off, but only of course when there is something on I want to watch. Haha! I might be back later, or in the morning. I’d better take the medication while I think of it. TTFNski.

Morning now: Updated this blog.

WD 125.0.0.a When it came to taking the medications, it was a bit fraught I have to say. I dropped the Duodenal Donald bottle, had tablets shooting off out of the insensitive fingers, and squirted a stream of pile cream across the room and down the wall! Things had deteriorated somewhat, Hehe!

Doing the cooking was another struggle. I gave up trying to make the cheesy potatoes unlumpy and ate them as they were. I still enjoyed them, though.

6Sat06

As you can see, I made short work of the Taste-Rated at 8/10 meal.

Washed the pots, had a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee, and started to do the physio exercises, but gave up, due to lack of control of my right side. Then did the handwashing, and hung them up to dry.

At last, I settled in the recliner, and put the TV on. I think that within minutes, I was deep in the much-needed land of Nod! Ah!

WD 125.0.0 The door chime and knocking that woke me sounded urgent. I got a shirt on, grabbed the stick, stubbed the toe, and went to the door.

6Sat07It was Josie. She had just got back from holiday, and had found that the Royal Mailman had delivered two items to her flat, meant for me, and handed them over. I was half-asleep and rudely forgot to ask how her holiday had gone.

The items were, the Warfarin Alert band, that I complained about not receiving from Amazon, and the Warfarin INR test results. Which when I told the surgery, I had not received it last week, and they did not believe me… And all this hassle could have been avoided if the postman had not delivered to the wrong flat! Especially with Josie being away on holiday, made it worse, cause I had to wait another week before I eventually got the things… Oh, Globbleblobs!

WD 125.0.0 I checked the contents and found only one Warfarin band in it, not the two I had paid for! Not doing very well, am I? My deteriorating confidence, and spirits, were plunging, degenerating even faster now!

WD 125.0.0 To round-off the series of late Whoopsies, when I’d had another wee-wee and got back down again in the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner, sleep would not come! I suppose the being woke up again, and getting annoyed at my bad luck in the deliveries being missed etc. is the cause.

Morphius sweet Morpheus, has thee abandoned me? As, or similar to a sentence spoken on the radio by the much-missed Tony Hancock, in 1959.

Fed-up? Me? Yes!

Inchcock – Friday 27th September 2019: A betterer day, today, all around!

2019 Sept 27

2019 Sept 27

Friday 27th September 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 27ain Medi 2019

5Fri02

02:15hrs: I woke up, still feeling sleepy, but the need for the Porcelain Throne, forced me to rise, hobble, wobble, and with Arthur Itis allowing me some considerable pain in the knees, I visited the wet room. Got settled and the crossword book and pen handly placed, but not needed. The evacuation was messy but swift, and lengthy. No blood or pain, a decent start to the day!

That out of the way, I made for the kitchen, took the medications, made a brew, and went to get the computer on. The humming, droning noise was still with us. Humph! I don’t know how any tenants with decent hearing go on with it, must drive them mad! Poor things. There was still much wind in the innards, bubbling and brewing, the occasional involuntary burst of escaping wind was suffered.

WDPright04WD 128.0.128N I’d forgot to take the mug with me, and by the time I’d remembered and gone to fetch it from the kitchen, it was well-cold. So I made another. While doing so, one of the most fantastic bits of timing caused me to burst out loud with laughter! I’ll try to explain, but you had to be there to fully appreciate how hilarious it was. I’d just put the open packet of Assam tea bags down on top of the Yorkshire tea bag box, and the walking stick slipped off of the counter edge I’d left it leaning on… I bent down to retrieve it, and possibly the loudest most vicious escape of wind I’ve ever had came bursting forth… at that very second, the Assam tea bag box fell to the floor! Hehehe! It really looked like the power of the fluffer-doodle had caused it to move! Even struggling to pick-up the tea bags, and I was still smiling at what had just happened! A Whoopsiedangleplop, but one of the most entertaining type!

4Thu17I got on with the updating of the Thursday post. It took me seemingly an eternity to get finished, with all the photographs and incidents of the day to doctor, sort and record. But the right hand, finger and leg were all behaving in a civilised manner. I found this picture on the right in the SD card. A mystery to me is why I took it in the first place. It might have been an accidental shaking-hand shot? Mmm!

The shoulder was jerking and dancing away for hours on the trot, in fact later, when it stopped jumping about, it felt sore! But this, I can cope with comfortably enough. Depends on the frame of mind I’m in at the time, I think.

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N The ablutionising went well, again, dropsies-wise. Only the odd one here and there. The only incident worth mentioning was the dreaded, feared, injury-causing Sock-Glide battle; which was made so much worse by my decision to wear the extra-long bamboo socks today. It’s possible that this daily-battle with the footwear putting-on, took longer than wee-weeing, teeth cleaning, shaving, showering, drying-off, and cleaning the wet room did all together! Hehe!

5Fri007cI assembled the needs of the day, took the waste bags to the chute, and called at Jenny’s with the nibbles. It was a little early, so I left them outside Jen and Franks door in a carrier.

As I got down the lift and along the link-corridor to Winwood Court, the drizzle stopped altogether, and the sunshine came through, to help cheer me up. I called in the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Holding-Cell and Office and produced the nibble-bag.

Then as Mary arrived, I joined her, and we went outside to the bus stop. There was much ribaldry, moaning, complaining, laughter, indecorousness, chicanery and sarcasm bandied about. All in good humour, off course.

The bus was soon packed, with Mary and I on the side-saddle seats with our three-wheeler trolleys. Which didn’t make us very popular when others got on the bus, as they struggled to get by us and the guides taking up the space of a seat. I mentioned en route to Mary, that I was going to get some of the large potatoes from Arnold Market, and the bacon-seasoned fries from Asda, she seemed to like the idea of the chips.

We dropped off in Arnold and hobbled to the market place. Where I got some potatoes, and Mary bought something as well, tomatoes I think. We ambled along towards the Asda (Walmart) store, and I nipped into the Saver store, to get yet another bottle of the cheapo drain-unblocker (Still costing a fortune, unblocking the wet room sink every day!) Mary said she’d wait outside. I nipped in and got the bottle, paid, then back out.

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N But Mary was not there! I looked in the shop and up and down the road outside, but she had disappeared! (It always happens to me!) People tend to do this a lot with me. Just vanish, sometimes when I’m talking to them they do it! Hehehe!

5Fri004I kept an eye out for Mary as I limped along to the Asda shop, but no luck in finding the gal. Tsk!

Outside the store, this chained up handsome dog, looked so depressed, as he or she, waited for the owner to return. My heart went out for the animal. But he’ll cheer up when his owner returns. Ah!

5Fri005I spent a while shopping inside, still keeping a bead out for Mary. I got to the self-serve tills and paid for the shopping, which consisted of, two bags of Bacon Fries (One for Mary to try), Uncle Ben’s Mushroom rice, a sliced milk roll loaf of bread, some cooked meats, and a pack of tomatoes. Packed them away, and out again, in search of Mary.

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N Then, I found this photograph on the right later, on my SD card. Another mystery shot from the old Nottinghamian failed photographer! I analysed what detail is available in it… (Sherlock Holmes might be jealous of this, Hahaha!) It looks to me that it may have been accidentally snapped while I was putting the camera away when I took the link-passage photo. For in the background, it looks like paving stones, like the ones outside in the sitting bench area? Or not! Hehe! How it became stored here in the list? Well… I don’t know!

5Fri006WDPleftWD 128.0.128N This Herbert of an ignorant, uncaring Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, was playing on his mobile and leaning up again a lamp standard, giving out threatening stares and glares at everyone who passed by. I’d have loved to ask him to move so as not to block the pavement pedestrians way… But thought better of it. Had I spoke to him, it may not have turned out well for me, physically and medically! Big chap! Is it signing on day, today?

5Fri007No sign of Mary, so I limped along to the Fulton Food store to have a search for any bargains they might have.

I found the yhad some cooked beef bits, at £1-20. They looked well-cooked, just how I like beef to be. So, I grabbed it and went to the checkout. A long queue was waited in, and it grew longer and longer. When it came to my turn… Humph!

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N I did feel a right fool! I dipped into the back pocket, and there was no money! I had to search all my pockets to find enough cash to pay the irritated with my faffing-about, lady. The tuts and mutterings from those behind me grew louder! Red-faced, I paid, offered my apologies to those behind, almost withered by the looks of hatred I got in return, I hobbled out of the shop ASAP! Oh, dearie me! Oy Vey!

Back across the road to the bus stop, and there was Mary, sat in the shelter! Apparently, she’s had second thoughts earlier on at the Saver shop, and had followed me in. But she could not find me when she got out. Then she went to Asda, and we kept missing each other on our way around the store shopping. Haha! The good thing is, she said she could not find the bacon fries, so I was doubly glad at getting her a bag of them and handed it over, putting it in her trolley bag.

6Sat22We had a good natter on the bus back. Again, we were not too popular with our trolleys blocking peoples way on and off of the bus, en route.

The rain was very-heavy on the ride home, but timing it perfectly, it reduced to a trickle as we got off of the bus. We walked in through Winchester Court and Winwood Court to the foyer area, and then along the link to Woodthorpe Court, and home.

We parted way in the lift, as Mary got off on the first floor.

5Fri08I got the fodder out of the bags and stored away.

I decided, that as the roast beef chunks were short-dated, I’d have them as part of the nosh tonight. (Well, afternoon)

First things first, though, the hand-washing was done. Those extra-long above-the-knee bamboo socks will be devils to dry off. But they are so comfortable, it’s worth the effort. Got it all done, and hung up to drip dry over the sink.

5Fri10I got a few bacon flavour fries in the oven and made up some Roast beef and sliced tomato sarnies from the milk roll bread. A Dagwood style sandwich as the Americans would say. Mixed leaves, a sliced apple and the fries added to the plate. This nosh went down very well! A Flavour-Rating of 9.2/10, delicious! Even if I couldn’t eat it all, I came close though! Haha!

I took the medications, did the physio jerks, and got down in the recliner, with high hopes of getting some sleep.

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N I actually nodded off within ten-minutes… But, woke in need of the Porcelain throne a little later. Ah, well! Off to the wet room… to find that I had left the heater on in there! Got settled down for the evacuations, and Ergh! Plopping noises and all over in seconds! Most annoying! A lot of cleaning up and antisepticalisationing was needed afterwards! I returned to the 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, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Only to feel unsure, if I had or had not turned off the wall heater! Yes, back up and to the wet room again! I had turned it off.

WDPleftWD 128.0.128N Back to the recliner, and got the head down, and… the need for a wee-wee arose. I believe I may have silently used some naughty curse words at this stage! Out and up yet again (I needn’t have done the physio exercise, Humph!), and off to use the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) What a change this time! A shocking SELHLNS (Sharp-Extra-Long-Hosepipe-Like-No-Sensation) wee-wee! I thought I might blast the bucket from my grip! Where the hell did that come from! Cor Blimey!

Eventually, sleep did come, but disappointingly late on, after all the kerfuffles. Grumph!