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

Pulchritude TFZer  ♥

Saturday 13th June 2020

Esperanto: Sabate 13 Junion 2020

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I fear I am going to become utible.

Inchcock – Thurs 21 May 2020: Intimidated by inscrutableness, insanity and indetermination. Hehehe!

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2019 Tnov 03

Thursday 21st May 2020

Croatian: Četvrtak, 21 Svibnja 2020

00 May 21 Eve

GM 0.30.0WD 0.45.0 03:10hrs: Cor blimey, what a topsy-turvy shambolic, fragmented, state of mind I woke-up in! Thought-Storming, one second I was full of hope and confidence, another thought path, and I was down and dejected. Fears and worries floated into the grey-cells, and apprehensions took the lead. My doubts, insecurity, then self-consciousness ruled the roost. All these emotions seemed to be fulgurating, fighting for superiority over each other in my temporarily warped brain? Maybe I had been having a bad dream? I cannot remember.

WDP 3dLNot exactly like magic, but suddenly, as the need for a wee-wee arrived, a clarity of sentience and semi-lucidity returned, and the diurnal battle to get out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, not working, rickety recliner began. And I won, hands down this morning! Sanctimonious-Mode-Adopted!

There was no toe-stubbing, no dropping back into the chair, no loss-of-balance, no knocking anything off of anywhere. Saccades Sandra, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, no Dennis Dizzy bother either. With a distinctive swagger of the head, I made my way to the wet room.

Please don’t think things were pain-free; they haven’t been that since the Stroke. Arthur Itis, the feet and toes, and Anne Gyna were making sure I suffered this morning. Might as well see the funny-side, Hahaha!

WD 0.45.0 As I got in the door, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I thought urgently, so down on the raised plastic seat… I passed the wee-wee of an LDSSM (Long-Dribbling-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon) variety. But the evacuation from the rear, yet again back in full control Constipation Konrad, went back to the part-4Thu10release, a blockage, and just sit in agony waiting for the motion to restart! Silver-Lining-Found: The crossword book was utilised, and despite the ‘I think-I-might-burst-open pains, I got a few clues answered. When the evacuation restarted, at the behest and control of Constipation Konrad, the pinnacle-of-pain was endured. Eyaabuggerit-Gargh!

4Thu01I will have to ring the surgery to ask for advice over these repetitively, and harrowing episodes on the Throne. I got things cleaned up and medicated. New PP’s on, off to the kitchen. Silver-Lining-Found: Not so much bleeding as I had anticipated from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

At least the plates and toes were looking less inflamed. Still, stinging, of course, and very pale again. No doubt, the Silver-Lining Found here, was the reduction in the Clopidogrel-allergy scars and lumps.

4Thu02I got a sachet of Macrogol powders ready. Took the sphygmomanometer readings: Sys 157 (a little high perhaps?) Dia 79, Pulse 71, and the temperature just showed up as ‘High’ on the not working-right, thermometer. Made brew of Glengettie tea, injected the hypo of Enoxaparin then took the medications for breakfast.

4Thu03aWhile pottering around, I made a graphic with the new donated mugs, that I named during the Porcelain Throne marathon. The old plain white one as well. Why you ask?

The answer to that; would be plain and simple bonkersness! I’m losing it again. Hehe!

4Thu03I checked the kitchen for taps left on, lights, and the stove was safe.

A few moments later, some drilling and banging started, boy, was it loud and close by! But I could not identify where it came from at that time, it felt like it from all around the flat on the same level?

I started updating the Wednesday blog, and went on the Googlemail checking something, and found an email from Jenny. Hopefully, Morrisons will allow me and have in stock, the tissues for Jenny. Got them on the list though.

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4Thu03cI took a photo from the balcony, on the left here. At long last, I got the Wednesday post finished. Emailed the link. Pinterested some snaps. Replied to a massive list of comments (Both of them). Then onto TFZer and Winwood Facebooking. By the time I’d finished, I thought I could my hair growing again. Went on the WordPress reader section.

Then I got a reminder email, from Iceland about the priority hour for orders. So I made one up.

4Thu11WD 0.45.0WD 0.45.0A Then, I tended to my ablutioning duties. As I was cutting my gums and doing the teeth cleaning, the loud drilling noise returned, and it shook the things in the wet room, including me! I had to turn off the radio. Because the combined noise meant that if the Amazon chap arrived with the Hickory delivery or the Nurse for the blood-taking, I wouldn’t be able to hear them when they used the intercom.

Which meant my rushing the cleaning duties a little, causing a few Accifauxpas along the way. I ended up with three cuts to the gums, two nicks shaving, a tumble in the shower and several dropsies. But it could have been worse! Silver-Lining Search Result. Hahaha!

As I was drying off, ready to do the medicationalisationing, the noise stopped for a bit.

4Thu06I’ve no idea why, unless it was the heat and moisture? But, the old Heart Op scares seemed more prominent.

The pins (legs) looked a lot betterer, though. The feet and toes were still bad, I must ask Deana if she knows of any Podiatrists still working.

WD 0.45.0 I nearly dropped the camera when taking the leg shot. With having to use one hand to lift a certain appendage up so it did not show on the photo, and using the other hand to operate the Panasonic, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters let me down for the first time today! Unlucky? Me? Yes! But I’m not going to complain, the ailments are not too bad at all, overall.

WD 0.45.0 As I left the wet room, to get some clothes to put on, the landline rang out and flashed! Tsk! I know I’m twelve-floors up, but with the balcony door wide open, one gets the feeling that walking around naked is not a good idea! I answered the phone, and it was Sister Jane. Who, on being advised of my current clothing-not-on status, said she’d ring back later.

WDPh 01WD 0.45.0A Back to the wet room to medicate, and freshen up certain areas of my gargantuanly massive and flobby-bellied body. Put the Saccades Sandra drops in, Olive-oiled the ears, and the noise of the drilling suddenly came back on. I dropped the olive oil pot, and it broke! AS I cleaned the mess up, the drilling stopped again. Humph! Then I Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s knees and Craig Cramp’s wrists and as best I could get to them, the ankles.

Now fully clothed, pissed-off, and in pain from Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald, with all the bending I had to do, I skulked off to the kitchen to make a brew before Jane rang back. The drilling noises started again. So, I took some Codeine 30g, to hopefully ease the pains from the tumble in the shower, and having to get down on my knees and back up to clean the dropped olive oil.

4Thu12I got the Hickory delivery parcel, of two bottles, opened. I hope this brand is strong. The Stubbs one was so expensive. These two bottles cost me £14 quid! But this is chaper than the Stubbs, but that was good… I’m getting tired now and all confused.

4Thu07Silver Lining Search Results: But at least it was a bit of much-needed exercise, I suppose. And the noisy drilling had stopped again. Ee, by gum, worra life!

I took a picture from the kitchen window, one of the beautiful afternoon sky.

4Thu09As I had a perusal of the scene below, I spotted an ambulance on-site, on Chestnut Walk.

WD 0.45.0 Oh, dear! It as parked close toe the EXtra-Care Winwood Court as well. I just hope whatever they are here for, is not anything too serious.

WD 0.45.0 The drilling and banging noise made me jump again as it started off. Sounds like it is coming from Josie’s apartment this time? Certainly somewhere close, anyway.

The landline rang and flashed as Sister Jane rang me back as promised. We had a nice chinwag and laugh for ages. I was a little concerned, cause she didn’t tell me off until she’d been on the phone for twenty minutes. Hahaha! I’ll try to ring her tomorrow.

WD 0.45.0 Then, well into the afternoon now, at long last, eventually, I got started on this diary for today!

4Thu24I had to get some fodder sorted, very late now. Chips of some sort, and ham and tomato breas thins sandwiches sounded a good idea to me.

I soon had the food on the plate, and satiated my allotriophagy. Even though the chips were disappointingly bland, I gave this efforts 6.5/10 for a Flavour-Rating.

I remember washing the pots, and although obviously a lot of things happened afterwards, I can recall nowt until waking up in the mornings, to many signs and clues to guess at what took place.

Worra a life!

Inchcockski – Friday 15th May 2020: A cothurnus encouraging day

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Friday 15th May 2020

Azerbaijani: Cümə 15 May 2020

00 May 15

♥ Visiting old Inchcock’s Flat, in Nottingham! ♥

GM01B03:10hrs: I woke with a melee of mixed memories from the dreams I’d been having, floating about in my head. But they soon dissipated off into the ether.

As I got my thoughts into some form of semi-imitation, logic-wiseness, and the mind became less saccadic, I spotted the notepad and pen on the floor in front of the £300, second-hand, immedicable, beyond repair, c1968 recliner. The long picker-upper was used to retrieve the articles.

WD 200.0.0 I’d scribbled endless reminders over several pages of the writing pad (not that I can remember doing so). Hundreds of words, with about ten of them readable! Humph! By all accounts, I had dreams all through the night, but working out what they were about was impossible. Although I was not surprised to identify the words chasing and chased. So annoying. Because for me to have bothered writing about them, they could well of been interesting and worth recording? Fangleklops! 

As I struggled out of the rickety recliner and caught my balance on the far too painful overgrown toenailed feet, a wee-wee was required. Got the stick, and a few hobbled paces to the EGPB (Emergency-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) It was well-filled, but can I remember using it at all? No! A definite change in style this morning, and colour as well. The FFFOCES (Fast-Furious-Forceful-Orange-Coloured-Ending-Abruptly) mode.

I took the bucket with me to the wet room, to clean and antisepticise it, and wash my hands. While doing so, the need for the Porcelain Throne duties arose.

WDP 03RWD 200.0.0 This session, was without any doubt, the most painful Throne Session for weeks! Oh dearie me, yes! Constipation Konrad was in total control of all movements. Twice, things came to a very painful full-stop, and all I could do was wait in agony for movement to restart.

At what I believed was the last thunderous plop, the relief was almost exhausting! But this was not a eucatastrophe. For, Constipation Konrad, decided to activate again! Argh! Felt drugged and drunk after the activity finally stopped!

WDP 02Rb.WD 200.0.0A I got things cleansed, and spruced-up, and dropped the towel down by the WC. I bent down to pick it up. Which, in itself was a stupid thing to do, with the small picker-upperer hanging inches away on the seat-raiser, and not used! I fell forwards with a little encouragement from Dizzy Dennis and caught my tackle against the corner bar. Started Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding! I had to go through the painful process of cleaning and medicating the lesion, and it was almost too much for me to cope with. AAArgh! Distinguableness!

5Fri01And to think, a few minutes ago, I was moaning to myself because I couldn’t remember the dreams I’d had. I had to sit down for a minute or two. Changed the PP’s and medicated all delicate areas in need. The now getting thinner than ever, pins (legs) looked a lot better, at least. It’s a good job I accidentally bought the last pair of slippers a size too much. (Silver-Lining search result)

Not the best of starts to the day! This morning’s series of Whoopsiedangleplops, along with the hobble-incapacitating toenails and feet, and Dizzy Dennis not yet finished with me, I took my farraginous worries with me to the kitchen.

4Thu24I got the kettle on and amassed the medicinal needs. The hemadynamometer readings were okay, I think, Sys 164, Dia 68, Pulse 77. The thermometer is still playing up and not showing any figures, just ‘Low.’ I got the medications taken, adding a Senna and took Macrogol drink (will I ever beat Constipation Konrad, Hehe!) Olive-oiled the ear-holes. Sprayed Saccades liquid in the eyes, and made a brew of Morrison Extra Strong Assam tea.

I almost felt ready to get my head down again! Hahaha!

I got the updating of the Thursday post done, in between several trips to the wet room for a Wee-wee. (Well, the exercise will do me good!) Incidentally, the wee-wees are starting of a sort of misty-grey, and turning into a bright orange now? Ah, the mysterious wonders of 72, Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, ailments, self-locking and now unopenable new balcony door lock, that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’!

I went on the WordPress reader. Then I answered a comment. Next, I put some pics on Pinterest. Finally, on TFZ and Winwood Facebooking for ages, but I like it.

WD 200.0.0 Then:

Vir7 200Stop

Thankfully it was short-lived and didn’t need any action for it to come back to life. Phew!

WDPbbsC1I made a start on this blog. Then got the ablutions tended to, in case the mobile shop comes. The session went very well. One tiny nick shaving, No toe-stubbing, No dizzies, No leg dancing, and nothing was knocked down or over! But after having at least fifteen dropsies, mind. Yer can’t win ’em all. Hehehe!

I nipped down to the ground floor lobby, to check on the time for the mobile shop to arrive on site. 11:00hrs (I thought)

Back up to the apartment, and updating this post. I was about to go down to wait for the shop, and Sister Jane rang. I said I’d ring her back.

I expected to see some residents waiting for the food van, but not a soul about? I took the opportunity, to have a walk up and down Chestnut Walk, taking some photographs of each of the Courts.

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Woodthorpe & Winchester Courts with a piece of Winwood Court, and Woodthorpe again.

5Fri09On my way back to the foyer, some of the Nottingham City Homes lads, who restarted work this week, along with some Water Control chaps were working away.

They sensibly had signs asking folks to keep to the Social Distancing guidelines. Gloves and masks worn.

WD 200.0.0 As I was going back in to keep warm during my wait for the food van, I bet Betty, and she looked gobsmacked when I told her I was waiting for the shop. Telling me, with a sideways look that said (Quiet rightly), The old Fool! That it is not due until 12:00 hours! Red-faced, embarrassed and feeling a right Klutz! I checked on the notice board in the lift lobby, and sure enough, it was 12:00hrs!

How I misread it the first time, is hard to understand, even for me. I sank a little towards the darkness, and felt even more of a dimwit than usual! That takes some doing, yer know! 

I rang Sister Jane back. Asking her to phone me on the landline, which is much clearer than the mobile. Not a lot, many times I have difficulty with the reception from West Bridgford. Especially being on their new Galaxy S20 Ultra 128BG 5G, £1,290 mobiles. Not that I am jealous of course. I’d only get confused with them. I’ve gone back to my old 1982 Nokia 100. And can get in a muddle with that. Hahaha! 

Jane rang me back, it was hard to make out what she said at times, and she usually comes over the line clearer than anyone, apart from Obergruppenfüreress Warden Deana. We had a chinwagging session that I enjoyed. Even the telling offs. T’was good!

Still, she and Pete sounded in good form. I got carried away time-wise and had to cut things short, to get down again and not miss the mobile shop, it’s the first time I’ve used it. Sorry, Jane.

I put the oven on, to warm up for later.

5Fri10I rushed about and got myself down in the lift with the old three-wheeler, and Steve the caretaker and some resident (I knew them but could not recall the names, as is usual for me) And greeted them, and a few people were scattered about at a safe distance waiting. They moved outside as 12:00hrs was approached. I still managed a bit of nattering again.

5Fri11 When the van came, at ten-past twelve, Roy, Betty and Lynne were waiting, and when the van opened up, they all kindly waved my forward to go first. Now, this might sound soppy, but I appreciated that a lot. The legs, feet and toes were all giving me some hassle, and Shaking Shaun was visiting now. Bless them!

I got to the window in the van with my four item shopping list. I bought 4 tomatoes, no tarts, so I got a pack of apple pies (Just as naughty as the tarts, Hehe!), a bottle of disinfectant, a can of deodorant. For £6 odd. Fair enough, it was brought to the flat doors almost. Thanked him, the kind residents behind me for allowing me to go first, and made my way back to the flat.

I very nearly an Accifauxpas, as I got the trolley part-stuck, as I was getting into the apartment, and the weed for a wee-wee was becoming urgent! Somehow or other, I got the porcelain in time.

WD 200.0.0 This time, a totally different mode of wee-weeing performed. An SFRTFC (Strong-Forceful-Reluctant-To-Finish-Cloudy), almost cloudy grey? The pee-pees were puzzling me today! I’ve drunk far-less tea, and no orange juice at all yet, but still the passings come? Just a thought! 

I updated this blog again and got some nosh cooking. I decided on bacon and sliced tomato bread thin sarnies! With some cheese discs.

WD 200.0.0 Shagglemuffins! I’d not turned the power-socket on to the stove! Grrr, Nebekh! Got the oven warming up, again. And went on CorelDraw to make some graphics.

5Fri36Bacon now baked, tomatoes sliced, cheese and two Marmite Riced cakes, and brown thins, a lemon mousse, medications and a mug of orange juice all got ready on the tray. Off to and on my knees and more-than-ample belly in the recliner. Flavour Rating; 8.5/10, it went down very well, my coenaculous, satisfied!

I always think of TFZer Lyzzi when I eat off of this plate. T’was she who sent it to me, bless her!

5Fri35Got the pots washed, had a wee-wee, washed and medicated, and back down in the uncomfortable, second-hand, c1968 recliner. Noticed the veins in the right leg, and thought it was fattening up, or filling up with fluid a smidge. Also, a fresh pinkish whatever was coming up on the foot. Fingers crossed that it is not the start of another leg ulcer. No itching or pain from it at all.

Most amazingly, there were no Thought-Storms at all!

Nice that!

Inchcockski – Saturday 9th May 2020: A sanity-testing day, I think I failed!

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Saturday 9th May 2020

Zulu: NgoMgqibelo 9th Meyi 2020

00 May 09

GM 200.0.004:40hrs: I woke up to Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, giving me a right shaking, clouting my elbow on the arm of the chair at the same time. Even the more than ample midriff was wobbling along in unison with Shirley’s beat!

Cor-blimey, it took some time before she eased off as well. No wonder I woke in such a sudden-sharp, shuddery, jolting fashion.

But, at least it woke me up properly and got the brain, alertness and awareness working together. As soon as things subsided, I foolishly got up too quickly, to get to the wet room for a wee-wee.

WD 180.50.0 As I was pushing up the weight of my elephantine torso from the recliner, an extra little shudder from Shirley, had me crash back down into the chair. Hitting my nose of all things, as I twisted to put my arms out, on the edge of the seat’s arm, and missed it! Now that’s something different that I can’t remember having for years, a bleeding nose! (Although, at school, I remember getting given many of them)

WD 180.50.0 I got safely and Accifauxpa-free, into the wet room, dropped the PP’s and relieved myself. Another powerful session of the BOASSA (Blasting Out-and -Suddenly-Stopping-Abruptly) mode. But it was painless, that was a treat! As I was changing the PP’s, it came apparent that the legs were even more anaemic looking than yesterday morning.

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However, for a nice change, Clopidogrel Clive’s lumps and blotches seem to me, to be taking a vacation. The Thrombophlebitis and spider and venous veins, (phlebitis),  and iliac veins, had died down, too! I feared I was suffering from oneirataxia, but, no, they really were hardly showing on the skin surface at all. Arthur Itis’s knees were far less mangled looking, but he was still supplying me with plenty of hurt and pain when I walked. I think, at that the moment the more painful and handicapping, was coming from the poor feet and overgrown toenailed toes. I’m not complaining about this, but I am just a tad confused.

Not that things were getting me down at all. I possessed an outlook of a phenomenal difference to yesterday. I was singing under my breath and nattering to myself constantly. Bonkers, but contented!

By the time I got around to taking a look at the nose, it had stopped bleeding completely and was barely painful at all. Other than giving me a mild headache of sorts. Hehehe! Another possible reason for my outlook of lightness was that Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding. And this to another day stuck indoors, so another risk-free, none use of the Sock-Glide with its accompanying bruising and bleeding. I hope I can remember how to use it when the lock-in and lock-down stops. I haven’t been on a bus, or to a shop for months now. Hey-ho!

WD 180.50.0 Then a concerned came to mind. I have only two days of prescription medications left. Are Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl) going to let me down again with the delivery, and leave me without medications for weeks again? My earlier high-spirits came crashing down, and I began to sink into the darkness again! I wasn’t really ever meant to be, life is now too complicated for me. I limped, no singing now, to the kitchen. Checked the medications, yes, just two days worth left. They may arrive today? Globdangles!

Morosely and without much interest, I made a brew of Glengettie tea and digested the medications.

I got two small black bags of rubbish to the waste chute. Hobbling is no pleasure with the toes and feet in this condition! Then got on with updating last night’s diary. It took me a long time, but I got it finished just before the Iceland delivery two-hour period was about to start.

I went on Pinterest and WordPress Reader section. Then the TFZer, and Winwood Heights Community Group Facebook pages.

Jenny called me. She knew I liked Melton Mobray pork pies and asked if I wanted her and Franks, as they don’t eat them. I thanked her kind gesture. She said she’ll pop the down later, How kind! ♥

6Sat05As I was starting on today’s diary, the intercom buzzed and flashed. One’s Iceland delivery had arrived. I got them into the kitchen and unloaded them to check on any shortages or substitutions. But this time, it was a case of, ‘I don’t remember ordering all this bread?’

WD 180.50.0 For there was bag after bag of cobs on the Iceland order. Panini rolls, wholemeal baps, wholemeal thins, cheesy cobs, and crispy rolls! Was I under the impression I had ordered only the Panini rolls and bread thins? And, how or why I ordered battered fish, and more chips, greasy-dripping soaked ones, that I do not even like, is beyond me!

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I imagine that I must have had a blank-spell while I was ordering them? Not that I would have been aware of it at the time. Tsk! Life is becoming a bigger challenge all the time!

I made a start on this blog. And after an hour or so, the doorbells chimed out the Dusty Springfield ♫ I only want to be with you ♫, tune. I fumbled to get some trousers and a shirt on. My heart and hopes raised to a ridiculously high level; I’d somehow convinced myself, that it would be the Prescriptions being delivered from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl), and warmth and satisfaction grew as I hobbled to the front door.

WD 180.50.0 Nope! It was Josie; she had at last seen the bag of food left outside her door for her yesterday and didn’t know anything about it. She thought I’d left it for her. Bless her. I’m not the only one that gets blank spells. I explained what it was, but the gal had no idea what I was talking about, and ended up more confused, I think. I’ll have a word or two and put her mind at rest tomorrow.

But at the moment, I had to live with the disappointment of the ringing door, not being from Carrington Pharmacy, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl). I seem to be finding myself in highs and lows today.

It’s already afternoon here. The weariness is already dawning on me. Surely I cannot be asking too much for the prescriptions from Carrington Pharmacy, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl) not to be late, yet again?

I went on Facebook again. I’m not up to concentrating on graphicalising, in my current black mood over the uncertainty of the prescriptions.

WD 180.50.0A The doorbells chimed out again. I fumbled to get some trousers and a shirt on again. Got to the door, knocking over a pot of birdseed en route when I had a wobbly, that spilt out all over the floor! Someone had left me packets of Melton Pies and sausage rolls (Which I dare not eat) on the floor. So, I put the pork pies in the fridge with the others, I’ll never eat them all before the sell-by date, but it was a lovely thought from someone. Then I had to clean up the birdseed in the hallway.

It took me over two hours to clean up the birdseed. Made a right bigger mess, as I could not step over the grain ones, and crushed some. Having to start over again. No good hoovering, I tried. So, I had to use brush and dustpan; but kept getting interference from Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, Suddering Shirley and Shaking Shaun. I was dropping stuff as much as what I got to the bin!

I nearly called Jenny for some tips on using the Vanish Gold carpet cleaner. But when I eventually found the spray, the instructions seemed clear enough. So I gave it a go in the hall.

I backed my way along the hallway, spraying with foam, rubbing it in. I ended up stuck in the front room for two hours while it worked its magic. Then I have to hoover up.

I went of the updating of the diary. Every bone and joint hurting now, and Anne Gyna has started to kick-off. All this, because some kind person dropped of the pies for me. Hehehe! I’m seating like the devil now, too. But, can’t get out to have a wash until I’ve done the hoovering. Oh, I do hope it comes out alright.

WD 180.50.0 Pictorial Tale of frustrating farce, so far:

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On a proper downer now. Stuck in the front room for two hours, while the carpeting dries. Fingers crossed! Put the vacuum on charging. It was getting a little warm, so I decided to open the balcony door.

5Fri35aWD 180.50.0 Pickled-Walnuts and Clogumbobskitit! I could not unlock the balcony door! All that hassle to get it to lock on Friday, and now, more hassle to get it to open on Saturday night! I gave up in the end and just prayed there is not a fire, and I need to escape the flames and fumes.

I’m hoping it’ll be my own fault and I’ve just forgotten about how to operate the mechanism. Not that anyone can come to look at it for me (Lock-down etc.)

I got some nosh sorted out, and with being all uptight and bothered, I forgot to take a snap of it. I ate it all anyway. Albeit with a little unenthusiasm, and depressionalistic thoughts.

DSCN2649WD 180.50.0 I was too uptight and wound-up for sleep to come to me. The Thought-Storms went on the rampage in the grey-cells. I kept the TV on and was temporarily glad I did when I found that the Red Dwarf film was showing.

It’d been on last month, I recalled the disappointment of my falling asleep then watching it, and missing the end. There is no doubt, finding out about, and staying up so late to watch it, had improved my emotionally cluttered state of mind.

DSCN2650I perked-up a tad and went to make up another bottle of spring water and orange cordial. To guzzle, hopefully, while I was watching the film.

Heartbreakingly, I nodded-off again during aa set of commercials. And woke up as the theme tune played and the credits were rolling! Humph!

I was back in the blackness. I wondered if I will ever manage to see this film throughout? My enthusiasm for life drained. Take today;

  • The Accifauxpa getting up.
  • Let down again by Carrington Pharmacy, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, (a few doors down from Lidl)! 
  • Now out of medications again!
  • The legs indicating that maybe I had died. (So pale)
  • The masses of bread I’d apparently ordered!
  • The balcony door lock, either broken or beyond my capabilities to operate!
  • Falling asleep during the Red Dwarf film again!
  • The depressive Whoopsiedangleplop with the birdseed and the resulting mess and crippling, pain-giving job of cleaning it all up.
  • My mental and physical fall into the blackness of depression.
  • Memory lapses and blanks.
  • Sinking into the darkness.

I was a little worried and concerned about the medication shortage – Not too much though – But I was feeling defeated and rather low – From somewhere, determination did grow, and I miraculously started singing, I’ll give life another go! Hahaha!

Belatedly, I went to do the washing up. Billy Fury’s ‘Cross my heart’ was being sung, well, silently mouthed.

WD 180.50.0 No doubt about it, I was in a strange state of mind. A mixture of unbelievability, yet acceptance of my bad luck, and ailing health, wanting to give up altogether, and yet, being determined not to surrender to the blackness.

DSCN2648A most suitable view from the window was on view. In a way, I read of my state of mind in the sky. The ferocity of frustration. The dark depressive clouds. The loneliness. The hopes of light at the end of the tunnel. And the beauty of life! (Pull yourself together, Inchy!)

With some twisted illogical hopes, semi-logicality was restored, I returned to the recliner. And was with Sweet Morpheus within minutes, free of frustrations, worries and calm, for a few hours.

Highly acceptable!

Good morning, each.

Inchcockski – Fri 8 May 2020: VE day photographicalisations, Whoopsies & Accifauxpas. Tsk!

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Friday 8th May 2020

Serbian: Петак, 8. маја 2020

00 May 09

GM003 01:40hrs this morning, I got finally got my head down. Helped by sheer mental-fatigue, earlier sleep deprivations, extra Codeine 30g having been taken, and the wee-weeing incidents slowing down.

WD 50.0.0 06:00hrs: I woke, to my EQ warning me; “Just get on with it, bear the brunt of what is coming?”

The lightness of the late morning made me a little confused for a few seconds. Then the brain engaged gear and joined in with cringingly flobby and oversized-stomached torso, in activationalisationing.

WD 50.0.0 As I tackled getting the lumbering body mass from the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken mechanically, rinky-dinked, démodé, rickety recliner, caught my balance and grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, the need for another wee-wee came to the fore. Off to the EGPB (Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket) for am HLSB (Hosepipe-like-short-blasting) type, wee-wee. Knocking some stuff off of the corner stand en route to the kitchen. Tsk!

WD 50.0.0 Made a mash of Thompsons Punjana tea. Took the medications. Olive oiled the ear-holes and found I was not looking forward to the Party in the Pod.

Feeling a smidge melancholic, I suppose. I cannot physically move an easy chair and or table into the balcony. Can’t decorate the pod, I can’t even open the bloody windows! Such are the ailments, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra, Shaking Shaun, Roger Reflux, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley etc. are all going to prevent me enjoying and taking part in the so-called party. The Residents Group, are kindly going supply some nibbles for the picnic in the pod. Deafness will prevent me from hearing the music they are going to play from the rooftop, and join in. It makes one feel more isolated when you can’t physically join in things. As I mentioned, I can’t even open the new, unwanted, disliked balcony windows this morning. Nicodemus ensured that.

But, others are in the same boat. And this realisation soon brought me out of my appalling, momentary, self-pitying-mode. Bad innit, when you get feeling like this! Glad I shook myself out of it, and took some photos, some through the glass of balcony, others from the kitchen window.

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On the computer and started this post off (In between wee-wees, Tsk!).

6Sat02Put the computer in sleep mode, and off to get the ablutions done.

But had a change of plans for some unknown reason, I got the handwashing done, wrung, and hung, while I sang a song! Hehehe! (Tower of Strength, Frankie Vaughan)

Off to the wet room, and noticed how full the waste bin was getting. Another diversion! I took the bag and container into the kitchen to clean, and sorted out four small black bags of rubbish, and loaded them in the trolley-walker, and took them to the waste chute. Back to the flat, with the toes worse than ever making hobbling uncomfortable. (I mention this, cause I don’t want you to worry about me being contented, free-of-pain, or even slightly happy! Hahaha!)

5Fri08I was not of excuses to avoid getting the ablutions tended to, (Har-har!) It was, I think, the thought of having to clean and medicate Little Inchies fungal lesion that was making me delay the procedure. (Gawd, it’s a painful daily task! [Coward?]). Another wee-wee first, then I got the teggies done.

WD 50.0.0 I did manage a decently deep cut under the chin, shaving, though. Then under the shower, using the freebie shower gel pot, and the last of the carbolic soap. (Will I ever find any again? Sob!) Olive-oiled the ears again. Applied the Germoloid, and Germolene creams. Rubbed in the pain gel on the knees and arms.

WDP4WD 50.0.0 The dropsies were not too bad this morning. Toilet roll, Toothbrush, razor (2), shower gel pot, carbolic soap, the Jenny ♥ supplied picker-upperer, and the Germoloid tube. Then, with no more reasons I could think of to avoid it, I tackled the fungal lesion medicating. “Argh!” comes to mind as the best descriptive word to describe the experience. But at least it was done, I hoped and prayed that the lesion does not start bleeding again and give me break. Tsk!

As I was spraying and freshening up the torso, with body spray, Dettol, after-shave and clothes freshener, te need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. A much more manageable, if massive, session, this time. Although for an unknown reason, it left me so sore. I cleaned the tender rear area and reapplied some Germoloid cream once more, (Thank heavens Jenny was able to get me some Germoloid on her order last week, thanks, Jen!). And, off to take a Codeine with a mug of tea.

The ‘Hum’ had now got as loud as yesterday’s was, and that was rambunctiously so! It was getting to me, so what any poor devil with decent hearing was going through, I don’t know.

I had a go on CorelDraw to try to make some graphics before the picnic-pack arrived, for the People in the pod celebrations on the balcony start.

Sister Jane rang, bless her. Told me to watch BBC1 again. I was waiting to get the picnic-in-the pod. I went onto making a silly ode about Coronavirus and the lock-down easing. Got it finished and published. It’s not of my betterer ones, but still. Such a shame.

5Fri13The doorbells chimed, twas a very kind young lady delivering the Picnic-in-the-pod nibbles, bless her. Some Melton mini-pork pies in there! Perfect timing. I consumed a mini-pie and took one with me out on the balcony with a cup of tea. Not an easy job with the walking stick. It took me three trips.

I took some photographs from inside the balcony (Pod).

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The end windows were too tricky for me to open. I recall slicing my finger the first time I tried when the lethal metal spring clip that needs pulling and pushing at the same time. The blood flowed! I managed to open two of the front windows, though.

I also waved to a few people, but no one responded. So, I drank the tea, put the cup in the washing up bowl, and returned to the balcony, even more, determined to get someone to wave back to me! Of course, no one did, not that I saw, anyway. Got the camera again.

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I took a couple of zoomed-in shots of the flags on Elmswood Gardens.

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5Fri32I saw how bad the first photo was of the top of the hill, so I took another one. It seems that Winwood Heights was being photographed by a lot of people today.

I could not see who they were below, or who was in the pods, but I put my best grin on and waved away. No acknowledgements or return waves received.

So, I stuck to photographicalisationing a few more efforts. I noted that we had attracted the Constabulary. I’d love to know who the lady was in the period gown, HRH? ♥

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5Fri33Hello, are two more Police Ossifers with long shadows, going along Chestnut Walk, now! I wonder if they were checking on social-distancing, drug-dealing, or just after some freebie-nibbles? Hahaha!

I decided I’d been photographed enough, ignored, and needed a wee-wee. So, of I trotted to the wet room.

WD 50.0.0 On returning to 5Fri34the balcony, I took the last snap of some folks down below, I think it might have been relatives of tenants, knowing we’d (well some of us) be in out pods, who’d come to visit from a sage, or even, safe, distance?

I attempted to close the windows. Hahaha! What a farce! I tried all sorts to get the panes to go back where I moved them from. I got a little frustrated with myself. I boldly applied extra pressure and raised the glass at the same time, and they closed? I’m really sure what I did, but it worked. It would be nice to know how I did it.

Then I thought I heard some banging, and thought it might not be Herbert, but someone at the door, so I went to investigate…

WDP 1LdWD 50.0.0 The door handle and fittings that were already loose, just fell off! Now, this was bad, but it had a good side to it!

With just going on the balcony earlier, I came the missing box of screwdrivers. Safely ensconced in the three-wheeled-walker! Good job, too, or it would have meant my disturbing someone to get help. I managed to get the mechanism back inside the slot and tighten things up. Smug Mode-Engaged!

5Fri35Blimus, it’s late! Got the nosh on the go. I got the superb, kindly donated Melton Mowbray pork pies, silverskin onions and terrible, bitter-tangy, sour tomatoes on the plate. Then, got the superb-tasting ‘Naturally Imperfect’ chips in the oven, and readied some Petit Pois in a pot for later cooking.

I got my meal served up, on the tray. Rather a lot this time, but I felt I could manage it all, especially with not having any dinner the day before.

WD 50.0.0 I had to nip to the wet room for a wee-wee and found that Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding again. This cost me the meal going cold, and the usual agony, and some arghing. Hehehe! I got things cleaned up, changed PPs, washed and back to the semi-warm meal.

WD 50.0.0 5Fri35aGot the fodder to the recliner, and found that the balcony doors clicked open of their own accord? Baffled as to why; I investigated. The catch was not snapping in, and I had a hell of a job, fiddling and guessing which position the lock button should be in, and trying to work out how. By pure chance came to the rescue, and I got it locked at last. It didn’t do me much confidence-wise when I realised I had three keys, all different?

WDPT06LWD 50.0.0 The food was stone cold by the time I got down in the c1968, second-hand, £300 rickety, none-working recliner, to eat. Then, I realised I could not find the TV remote control! 

I had the most extended search in history to find the controller, but no luck whatsoever!

5Fri36WD 50.0.0 What should’ve been a super-nosh, ended up being picked at, and only got a 4/10 for a taste-rating! It looked so delicious as well. All those wonderful chips wasted. The gorgeous petit pois, too. The only things that were not spoilt by being cold were the Morrocan tomatoes, but they were really foul-tasting, bitter and almost juiceless. Grumblebotherations!

WD 50.0.0 I put the things in the washing-up bowl to soak and conducted planned search for the TV remote. All rooms checked, no success! I settled down, resigned to having no TV to help me fall asleep! Bad, that! Yet, within minutes, despite the Thought Storming, I nodded off. Yeehaa!

WD 50.0.0 I woke up minutes later, to the sound of something thudding? I struggled out of the recliner, grabbed the stick, and went on a look around, to find what might have caused the noise. I found a lot of books on the bookcase had fallen over. Indeed this would not have been noisy enough to wake me up? But I could see nothing else untoward anywhere.

6Sat01WD 50.0.0 As I was successfully failing to get back to kip, the wall-clock fell off the wall!

My Gawd; is the building about to collapse?

WD 50.0.0 As I struggled up and to the clock with the stick and picker-upperer, the mini vacuum cleaner, fell out of its charging base!?!? What?

Ah, the mysterious wonders of 72, Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission?

Feb 10fI settled once again, with the thought, well, dream, of getting some sleep. The late sunshine burst through the flimsy, thin curtains, lighting up the legs.

I was probably the way the pins were resting on the chair, but they looked to be getting some more meat on them? I swear, the long toenails hurt in their own right, along with the Colin Cramps attack at the time I took this shot.

When the evening sunshine dipped, I was soon in the land of nod!

At last!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 7th May 2020: 26hrs without any kip! Humph!

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Thursday 7th May 2020

Bulgarian: Четвъртък, 7 май 2020 г.

00 May 07 linda N

GM2green05I’d amazingly fell asleep early last night, amazing! It didn’t last long, though.

WD 0.50.0 I woke with a rare and nervewracking, alarming, urgency, in desperate need of a wee-wee! Fumbled my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, uncomfortable, not-operational, tatty, dangerous, flea-bitten, rickety recliner. Caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and off to the wet room.

Considering how thin the legs have gone over the last 24hrs. I was caught out by the ferocity and length of the evacuation. I was almost drained and tired by the time it had finished. Where did that torrent come from? I hobbled to the kitchen and got the medications out.

4Thu01WD 0.50.0 This was when a possible cause for the flood came to mind. It is possible, with the medications being all mixed up and some got lost when I took the tumble and spilt the tablets and pills, on Monday. I may have taken Furesomide instead of either Codeine or a Beta-blockers? But, who knows. There is definitely no fluid retention in the pins, in fact, they are the thinnest they have ever been, for some unknown reason.

I did the earhole olive-oiling, Saccades eyes sprayed. Got the kettle on, and… flipping ‘eck, it was back to the wet room for another wee-wee!

WDP4WD 0.50.0 Another almost tiring, right uncomfortable LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) version. This time, with a lot of back-spraying. Which needed cleaning up, during which I caught the toes of the right foot against the metal seat support, I managed to avoid shouting out loud, but curses silently flowed from my lips, with the pain making me wince a bit! This flow came to an abrupt end. I washed the hands after cleaning up, and the bar of vegetable soap shot out of my grasp, hit the far right wall and fell downwards. I still haven’t found it yet. Tsk!

4Thu03WD 0.50.0 I started on the computer, and WordPress was refusing to save my work? I could not find out if it was WordPress or the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet playing up again. Ah, I see the computer box lights flashing, and some are off altogether!

VirDown 0.30.0

It’s incredible how some people, go out of their way to make people loathe and hate them like Fries does! Swine!

WD 0.50.0 It’s still new in the day, too early to sign-in for the Icelands ‘At-Risk’ list to book an order. I hope that Mr Fries pathetic farce of an imitation internet supplying company are back on again before 09:00hrs. Not as it says, that it will guarantee a slot being available anyway.

Makes you sick, all mist and mirrors and lies!

WD 0.50.0 Off for yet another wee-wee. Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding now! My life reminds me of a joke… this one:

Inchcock used to say that he was the unluckiest person he knew. He had never won anything or had anything good happen to him in his entire life. Until now.

Inchcock was clearing out his junk room when he came upon an old painting and a violin. Thinking they might be valuable, he took them to the auction house to be valued.

The appraiser said, “Inchcock, I’ve good news, and I have some bad news!”

“What’s the good news?” Inchcock asked.

“The good news is that you have a Stradivarius and a Picasso,” replied the appraiser.

“I can’t believe my luck!” cried Inchcock “Nothing like this ever happens to me!”

“Well I wouldn’t get ahead of yourself Inchcock” continued the appraiser, “Because the bad news is that Stradivarius was a terrible painter and Picasso was no good with violins!”

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I got some photographs of the moon taken while I was non compos mentiss over the internet. I was so pleased with the results. (which, of course, do not show the thirteen failed shots I made, Tsk!)

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4Thu03aWell, I’m up as gum-tree now! I went and got the veg prepped and into the crock-pot.

I had a very mild Dizzy Dennis visit, which didn’t long. But got Shaking Shaun attending me afterwards, and that is something new. Still, okay, now.

4Thu02Then, off for another wee-wee. Things were less powerful this time, and not so much released either. The fungal lesion was not bleeding, that was something at least! Is my ill-fortune changing?

The plates (feet) and toes were still giving me some bother and stinging. Considering that I have done so little walking (well, hobbling about), I was surprised about this. And boy, were they pale!

Hello, the internet’s has come back on. (For heaven’s sake, don’t tell Mr Fries!)

At long last, I got started on the updating of the Tuesday diary. As I achieved success and got it finished, one more trip to the wet room was needed. This time, still a forceful effort, but much shorter. It makes me wonder where it is all coming from?

Made a brew, and got on with Pinteresting a few snaps. Then on WordPress reading. Next, Facebooking for a few hours. Added to the picture galleries.

4Thu11Off for, unbelievably, another wee-wee.

The knees and pins (legs) were looking far less Clopidogrelled.

A little more colour in them as well.

I went on to CorelDraw to make up some graphics for later use.

Jenny kindly rang me to ask if I was alri4Thu12ght for bread and milk, which I am. I thanked her for thinking of me.

I checked the Google calendar for tomorrow: Yee-ha! Only one item on for Friday 8th May, Great! (That is I hope so, there may be something I’ve missed off?) It has been known before.

I turned off the computer, and pondered a moment or two, on what to have for nosh tonight. After a while, I realised I was not hungry at all, really.

So I decided to just have some nibbles of some sort, later on.

It’d been a long time since I’d had a wee-wee but found the urge coming on once more and with a sense of urgency this time! It was a painful trip to the wet room, and I made it JIT (Just-in-time) with no by the narrowest of margins.

4Thu10aThe evacuation was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) variety for a change. Changed the PP’s in case any leakages in my rush had gone unnoticed.

I saw that the tiny hotel-room type freebie tablet of vegetable soap was holding up well after several uses. I like the lather it gives off.

Freshened up, and found myself feeling in an anomalistic frame of mind. The EQ warned me of more hassle to come! I did not feel poorly or even under the weather, but a vagueness lingered, and unexplainable sense, like: It’s coming and will have to be coped with? Confused? So am I! Tsk!

I gathered some nibbles and a bottle of orange juice around me and got down to watch TV. But watching what was on, I lost all interest. So, I went on a radio channel and listened to a documentary. I stayed awake all the way through the hour-long programme, and during it, ate a banana, orange, some cashew nuts and a fair few Mini-cheddar biscuits.

With so little sleep last night, I’d hoped to catch-up on it a bit. So, earlier than normal, I took out the hearing aids and removed the glasses. Pulled the woolly hat over my eyes, and within a few minutes, I’d nodded-off! Great!

Then the farce began…

WDP 4LWD 0.50.0 I was woken up a few minutes later, with clumping noises coming from somewhere I could not identify. They stopped quickly. Of course, this meant I had to get out of the c1968 recliner, to have a look around in case something had fell over somewhere in the flat. But I found nothing untoward. Back down in the chair. And surprised myself with how quickly I drifted off again.

WDP 4GLWD 0.50.0 The mobile phone flashed and burst into life. Huh! I struggled free of the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner, caught my balance, and as I got to the mobile, it stopped ringing! Harrumph! Back to the recliner, took the mobile with me in case, grumped and groaned silently to myself and back to sleep!

WDP 03LWD 0.50.0 An hour or so later, the landline rang out and flashed! I could have cried! On my feet once more, and stubbed my toe on the swivel chair leg, going to phone. Which delayed me, and the ringing ceased! What the hell is happening here? Ghosts? Aliens? I settled back down, but it took me an aeon to get back to sleep. The Thought-Storms started, I could stop them, on and on at me they flowed. I don’t know why; they were mostly nonsense, imaginary fears and worries, but twisted enough to keep me awake.

WDP 02LRdWD 0.50.0 Then, another call for a wee-wee. I threw caution to the wind in my haste, and rolled out of the chair, grabbed the stick and was hobbling to the wet room, in record time. Yes, it was another urgent one! I didn’t make it in time! Embarrassment-Mode-Engaged! Surely, these must be Furesomide induced wee-wees? I had a wash and change of PP’s, and I must have looked (because I was), stupified as I returned to the rickety recliner. My heart was racing, Anne Gyna, the toes, and Duodenal Donald were all having a go at me now!

When I first got settled a few hours ago, I was feeling better than I had done for ages. Now it was a damaged, injured, mentally insecure, wreck, of an old man who got back into his ancient, non-working recliner. I tried to resist the brain’s workings again, and eventually drifted off, into the comforting embrace of Sweet Morpheus! I think I was dreaming about a young lady from many years ago…

WDP01bWD 0.50.0 Later on, Globdangerations & Grumpworthiness! The mobile phone flashed and rang out! I reached out onto the Ottoman, grabbed the phone (It may have got wet from the tears falling – only joking!), it was Sister Jane, I’d now got not only Shaun, Donald, Anne and Reflux Roger bothering me, but Stuttering Stephanie joined in! I was only half-aware of what was happening and struggling to get my words out like never before. Jane said for me to watch BBC 1, great news! I’m not certain what else was said.

WDP 2aWD 0.50.0 Argh! Another wee-wee needed! I fought my way out of the rickety recliner yet again, not so urgent this time. But having been caught-out earlier, I was taking no chances, and I got to the WC in good time. The evacuation was the same as the previous two. The problem was that Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding! So, I had to do a cleaning up, medicating session and change the PPs again!

I’ve already been up for over 20 hours. But could I get to sleep again? No!

I’m not sure which Aliens, Ghosts, Goblins or God I’ve upset, enough to be denied rest and sleep like this – but I apologise! Beg for forgiveness, and sleep! That might do the trick?

I gave up and got up. Updated this blog, between wee-wees and Duodenal Donald’s and Anne Gyna’s stabbings, in a mood of acceptance.

I got caught as far as here and went to make a brew. When looking out of the window, I spotted a fire of some sort way in the distance. So took some photos of the scene, and one well zoomed-in one of the fire-smoke in the far distance.

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I thought I’d finish this blog and get it posted off, cause with the picnic in the pod tomorrow, and the state I’ll be in with no sleep, Humph!

Inchcock: Wednesday 6th May 2020

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Wednesday 6th May 2020

Croatian: Srijeda, 6 Svibnja 2020

00 May 06 linda N

GM blu0104:25hrs: I woke, with the tummy rumbling, and some wind fluttering from the rear-end. This was different! Aha, the Porcelain Throne needed. Maybe this time, I can actually move something, if the Macrogol has done its thing, I thought. Action needed.

3Wed01I glanced at the pins (legs) before attempting to move, it seemed the left one had put on some fluid or weight, the right one had lost weight. I know this happening is regular, but today it seemed a more marked difference. Hey-ho!

I rose from the £300, second-hand, c1968, sickeningly beige-coloured, none-working, rickety recliner, with such ease, not known for a long time. Kept my balance as well! Oh, Yes!

WDP 4RightThe toes and feet were just as bad though. But during the short hobble to the wet room, I recognised that many ailments were on strike this morning. Hehe! Saccades-Sandra, Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger pains were none existent! Anne Gyna, Shaking Shaun and Arthur Itis were hardly giving any hassle at all! Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were going off and on at will. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley as having the odd jerk. It’s just as well, the toes and feet were bad enough on their own.

Things were very pleasing in the ailments department, but experience prevented me from adopting a smug-mode, just a slight inkling of semi-hope instead. Haha!

3Wed02WD 0.0.128 3 I got down on the disabled raised Porcelain Throne and instant action! For a second or two, then I hit a half-in/half-out, no-go period. Which was not wasted, I got on the crossword book and got a few solutions done, and the ‘flow’ began again. The pain was alarming, but it did it all of its own accord, no effort needed from yours truly at whatever. All I had to do was bear the pain. It’s alife innit, gerrin’ old! But once again, things could have been a lot worse. Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inches fungal lesion had both only produced a few specks of blood! I moved my slight inkling of semi-hope, up to a Semi-Contented-Status. I still felt that things were going too well, and a distant, nebulous, concern lingered in my mind.

3Wed03Off to the kitchen, took the medications as best I could. The medicine avalanche and tumble yesterday has left me guessing at what tablets are what, from the selection, I’d retrieved from the floor.

3Wed04Then I made a mug of the Glengettie Gold tea. 

I decided to get the mushrooms in the slow-cooker on a low heat setting, ready for later. I added sea salt, Hickory and Soy sauce to flavour it a bit. I fetched the Nikon camera and took these photos.

This was the first time that Colin Cramps gave me any bother this morning, and he was in a bad mood. It had to happen, things seemed to be slowly getting back to normal now. Hahaha! Whoopsies and Accifauxpas Readiness Mode engaged!

I got the black bags made up and got them on the trolley-walker in the hallway, to be taken to the waste-chute when time allowed.

WD 0.0.128 3 I returned to the main junk-room and got the computer on. First thing, I downloaded the photos;

  • WD 0.0.128 3 The I-drive was not recognised!
  • WD 0.0.128 3 So, I tried the E-drive and that worked (Phew!)
  • WD 0.0.128 3 Then the CorelDraw keyboard selections did not work!
  • I turned everything off, and back on, and now okay!
  • WD 0.0.128 3 Then when I loaded WordPress, it told me there was no comments or views for this month! I pressed F5 (Reload) WDP 003land it came on. Having some bother now, ain’t I?
  • WD 0.0.128 3 I removed the SD disc and noticed I’d not got the lens cap for the Nikon on.
  • WD 0.0.128 3 Despite a frustrating 20-minute fart-around searching, I could not find it. And knew it had to be in the wet room, hallway or kitchen, so concentrated my failed search in these areas. Had to give up, and try not to think about it, and get on with the blogging! 

WD 0.0.128 3 No signs of it, I think I’ve worn out the carpet withWDP 20193b my dragged feet and the four-pronged walking stick, searching to no avail. Grrr!

Probably because my losing the lens cap and my getting all fussed, flummoxed and frustrated, it was hard to concentrate of the updating of yesterdays diary. But I persevered, with the damned annoyingly loud ‘Hum’ that was weeing me off more than usual! Not much noise from Herbert this morning.

I got it finished, and I sent off the link via email. Put some shots on Pinterest. Then went on the WordPress reader for a good while. Went through the comments, it didn’t take long, there was only one. Humph! Then on to Facebooking.

I then made a start on calling … No, I didn’t! Sister Jane phoned me. As she started talking, the door chime rang out. I asked Jane to ring back later and off I went to investigate. I got to the door and found a box of freebie food from the Government. Obviously, my cancelling it didn’t work yesterday. I might have been too late in doing it. I hope they do not send any more. I got the things in a few at a time, the box was too heavy to carry in. I put the stuff away and sorted things out a bit.

2Tue15I got carried away clearing up and made another couple of boxes to go to the waste chute. I got them dropped down, and a feeling of expectancy of something different about to happen on my way back, not necessarily a good thing either is on its way, came over me. Someone or thing had walked over my grave!

WD 0.0.128 3 I got into the wet room, for a wash and freshen up, not the full ablution session. I’d changed the hearing aid batteries and was clearing out the ear wax, and the landline rang out. Whoops, I’d forgotten about Jane ringing back!

Within minutes of nattering and making notes of the things Jane told me I was doing wrong or not doing, that I should be. (Hehehe!)

3Wed05Boy, the legs were cold (not wearing trousers does that to you, sometimes). Yet the sunshine outside was strong. Jane said she went out earlier and it was nippy. I suddenly got the feeling that I had left the tap running in the wet room, panicked, muttered something like ‘Argh! back in a bit’, and shot off to infestigate, well investigate I should have said. All was okay in the wet room, and I returned quickly and explained my ignorant behaviour. It was hard to hear what Jane was saying, a very echoey line, and she was talking rather fast.

WD 0.0.128 3 Then Reflux Roger and Stuttering Stephanie started off! Making hearing, well, understanding what was said even harder. I think Jane got a bit frustrated with me, understandably. I plan to ring her back later when Stephanie and Roger ease off. It must be difficult for folks trying to have a conversation on the phone with me. It is for me, too.

My previously fair mood changed to a lower level. I made a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea.

WD 0.0.128 3 When I returned for the umpteenth time to the computer, I found the missing lens cap, under the recliner! What a klutz!

I feel down again now, and my self-esteem dwindled again. Hello, Herbert’s clunking about again doing his models! At least I know he’s not ill.

3Wed06I pressed on with this blog for a few hours.

Then went on Nottingham City site’s latest Coronovavirus figures. There are now 541 confirmed cases in Nottingham. Locally, East Midlands we are still the second-highest City for deaths and confirmed cases. And, of course, we don’t know if these numbers are only for people who are in, or died in the hospitals or not.

I made another mug of tea, the last one I let go cold. Tsk!

WD 0.0.128 3 As I was making the brew, that sickly wet warm feeling from the lower regions was felt. Oh, dearie me, and Repulsive-Globberatons! So, back to the wet room to clean up the Fungal Lesion. Not one of the least painful or looked forward to jobs. But, it had to be done. I winced, and gave out the odd ‘Oooh!’ and ‘Argh’! But it was done. The PPs changed. And the medication applied. ‘Earargagagwumph!’ 

I did a super-hand wash afterwards. Ears olive-oiled. A clean-up, I used the freebie vegetable soap for the first time. It suds-up well, not any smell with it. Unless the imagined smell of cauliflower I sensed, was real? It lasted well. Hehehe!

3Wed11

3Wed10aIt brought out the wrinkles a bit, mind. Haha!

I used the new toilet roll delivered today, to erm… dry things off with. Did you notice how narrow it was? Still, better than nothing, I’ll be happy to use it for its intended use. I’ll just have to be careful when I use it. Oh, yes!

I rang Jane back, to see how she and Peter were going. I discovered I should not be eating mushroom pate, Jane is having Steak and Kidney pie, Peter is in the Garden reshaping a tree stump, and it’s cold outside. Hahaha!

3Wed24I got on with sorting the meal. Ended up with a delightful plate of, Mushroom pate (Sorry Jane). sweet potato fritters (Excellent!). Halloumi sticks (Not bad), mushrooms (seasoned with hickory, soya and sea salt). Pickled Gherkins, a mix of sour Morrocan, and sweet Netherlands tomatoes. One of the freebie red apples from Serbia. One super-tasty sourdough muffin with Marmite, and a pot of lemon mousse. having to use the Ski first, as they have a later date than the Tesco ones that Jenny got for me. All in all, a Flavour-Rating of 8/10, had it not been for the Moroccan tomatoes and the powdery apple, this might have been the highest-rated meal this year.

Got the pots in the bowl to soak. Down in the dangerous, c1968, rickety recliner, and got the TV on.

3Wed21WDPH01LI found a 1962 film about to start, on channel 81 Freeview. ‘Crooks Anonymous’, starring Leslie Phillips, Stanley Baxter & Wilfrid Hyde-White, James Robertson Justice, Dick Emery, Julie Christie, and Norman Rossington. It was badly acted, terrible script, black and white… and I loved it. Pure nostalgia! I wallowed in it! Several views bringing back memories of things I was doing, back when I was alive. And not a single nodding-off! (Although it was a close call a few times. Hehe!) Within minutes of it finishing, I was deep in the past, recalling names of people, and incidents, I thought I’d forgotten.

I don’t seem to remember owt after that. So, I must have nodded off proper, for I woke up four hours later, feeling as bright as a button. (I must look up where that phrase came from). And got up for a wee-wee!

Inchcock Today: Sunday 3rd May 2020: I lost the plot a few times today. Tsk!

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Sunday 3rd May 2020

Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 3 Cèitean 2020

Marie

Marie, Australian sex-pot and TFZer!

GM black03:45hrs: I stirred into an unwilling simulation of life, and immediately the wee-wee demands arrived. This time, I was careful in my manipulations at getting out of the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner. That’s the uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That xyrophobia-suffering, chaetophorous, anti-epilation Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, then searched for my valuables, which he found and took. (I still haven’t got all of the money back yet, nine-months later).

I avoided any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops guilefully, I thought. Off I limped to the wet room, and still managed to arrive in plenty of time. Smug-Mode-Adopted! The action was again swift and rapid, perhaps a more difficult evacuation, but far less hurtful, which pleased me. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding overnight, so a clean and medicating session was needed. (Always a painful, tender and delicate job, Tsk!)

WD 0.0.0 (1) New PP’s, a wash of the hands, that encapsulated my dropping the soap at least three times! Yes, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were playing up a tad already. This didn’t bode well for any physical tasks, making the meals or decent typing for today. But, you never know with my ailments, many come and go at their leisure for varying lengths of time. The important thing, was no Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Shuddering Shoulders Shirley, Toothache Tim, Earache Eric, or Memory blanks had been of any bother, yet. Even Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald were only playing at it this morning. The toes and feet were, of course, making up for the absence of effort from their fellow ailments. Hahaha! 

To the kitchen, took the medications, and made a brew.

Got the computer on with a degree of assiduity and diligence. Then got on with the updating of the Saturday diary. Despite Nicodemus’s problems, I pressed on and got it completed. Emailed the links. Put some bits on Pinterest. Then, I went on the WordPress Reader section. Next, I read the comments, and one from Tim Price from New Mexico, made me laugh out loud. He’d made a parody of my mentioning a stand-alone wee-wee in Friday’s blog. I’ll show it here, it was hilarious for me! Hehehe! 

It goes to Green Day’s tune “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”

“In the Wet Room of Broken Wees”

I’m standing on my feet
In the wet room of broken wees
Although I never sleep
I’m in the Twighlight Zone
And I wee-wee alone

I’m standing at the throne
Trying to wee-wee but I can’t go
The is some broken wind
I’m locked down and I wee-wee alone

I’m standing on my feet
In the wet room of broken wees
Although I never sleep
I’m in the Twighlight Zone
And I wee-wee alone

Inchy’s the only one the hangs there with me
Besides my heart, the sock-glide gives me a beating
I wish someone would come in and assist me
Until then I wee-wee alone

I’m standing on my feet
In the wet room of broken wees
Although I never sleep
I’m in the Twighlight Zone
And I wee-wee alone.

7Sun01I went on Facebooking, The Troll Free Zone, then the Winwood Heights page.

Where I published some photographs of when the nightmare upgrading was taking place. Also, one from the morning of 20th March 2018, 23:45hrs, when I opened the curtain to see a pigeon asleep and pooping at the same time on the scaffolding. I didn’t-half scare the poor thing! Har-har!

WD 0.0.0 (1) Then, it was time for another brew, as soon as I’d made the mug of Glengettie tea, the need for the Porcelain Throne came again. Off to the wet room. Where nothing moved, rock-solid! Despite the wind and bubbling innards? Another sign of problems to come?

WDP A01cWD 0.0.0 (1) I fear that when I returned to the kitchen, I had a sudden and mysterious, unexpected attack of psychasthenia. The mind did not function in any way like usual, I was ultra-vague in thought, and my balance went! Although this only lasted for perhaps a minute, it left me with feelings of neurasthenia, and it was disquieting, to say the least. I could not even press the alarm alert button, although I’m now glad I didn’t, for everything came back into logic and vision another minute later. I felt as if I had dreamt the whole thing, and it hadn’t actually happened. Maybe it didn’t? Yes, it did!

7Sun03I gingerly made another brew, to replace the one that had gone cold. My brain was working well again because I remembered to make and take some Macrogol powder, to tackle Constipation Conrad’s resistance to movement. I took a photo of the sky and the amazingly appealing clouds, although they bode rain for later on.

7Sun02As I went to close the thick-framed, letting-in-rain, light & view-blocking kitchen window, I thought I heard some weird grinding noise from I knew not where. I took a blind shot of Chestnut walk below, but there were no signs of anything that might have made the sound I heard?

WD 0.0.0 (1) I decided after the mug of tea went cold again, to get the ablutions done. It will be a long job this time. I didn’t shave yesterday, so I need to take extra care not to have any cuts. And the showering time today, I’ll make the weekly deep-medicationalisationing session. Tubes and inserts already readied. I’ll use the time to think about what to do regarding the funny turn I had. But I feel fine now.

Put the computer into sleep mode,  and hobbled off to the wet room. Back in a bit, hopefully. Hehe!

WDP01bAll done, and I am astoundingly, mind-bogglingly amazed! No, I say, No toe-stubbing, No knocking anything off of the shelves, no sock-glide battle (fair enough, I’m still not wearing socks cause of long nails), only two tiny nicks shaving, and only four dropsies. A safety record for ablutionalisationing that will never be beaten, indeed?

I got freshened up and medicated again, and set about making the 71’s nosh. All done and delivered. Then made a start on my meal.

The crispy fish balls in batter with salt & vinegar. Some onions, and mushy peas. I’d forgot to get the bread out of the freezer, so I’ll go without. No chips or potatoes, as I ate a lot of made-to-much, cheesy potatoes, I made for Josie.

WD 0.0.0 (1) Updated this blog a bit, then went to check on the fodder cooking. During which, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shoulder Shirley both had a go at me. I got the meal served eventually, turned off the computer and sat there, right arm, shoulder and leg shaking, convulsing and vibrating so much, that if I was wearing false teeth, I might have lost them! Tsk! Not a good day, healthwise!

7Sun04cGot the meal prepped and served up, into the recliner, got the headphones (I’ve taped them up so I can still them, but they are not functioning properly since I sat on them and broke them. Humph). Still, better than nothing. I thought I’d coped well with the preparations and serving, and by the time I was ready to take the tray through, there were many odd bits and sploshes all over the kitchen that will need cleaning up later. Gnash-and-spit!

7Sun05WD 0.0.0 (1) Another bit of a blank spell. I must have nodded off. I woke up, the TV on, the headphones on the next chair? The tray was amazingly, still balanced on my bulbously bloated stomach and spindly legs, with much fodder still on it.

WD 0.0.0 (1) In the waste bin, was many tissues (no blood on any), the pot of yoghourt, the lemon tart, the unopened can of clementine juice, and the note pad and pen? I couldn’t give a Taste Rating, cause I can’t remember eating it. Not that I ate a lot of it anyway.

I forced myself up, and precariously wobbled to the kitchen and got the pot washing done. I noticed that all the saucepans and cutlery from cooking had already been washed and on the drainer. The messes on the floor from the earlier Nicodemus-controlled dropsies had not been cleaned up. I think I felt confused, yet disinterested. 

I finished the pots, retrieved the full can of clementine juice and pen from the waste bin (the notepad was ruined, wet and unreadable, so I left that).

I settled in the chair again and pondered over just what had been going on. Why had I not eaten much? (Ageusia?) Why throw the full can of clementine juice, the full pot of yoghourt, and pen and pad away? Why? How? When?

It’s been a mentally-challenging day. Yet apart from feeling tired and drained, I had a certain nippiness of mind at this moment. Then the Thought Storms began, fears, worries, and tension, but without the usual self-blame and criticisms, which was very welcome!

Unanticipatedly, and as never known before, the storm of emotions stopped abruptly. Then the memories came flooding in from the brain, but not the bad ones, only the good and seemingly doctored ones. Good heavens, I like that! 

Inchcockski – Tuesday 28th April 2020: Grobblefinks, ug… I’m losing it!

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Tuesday 28th April 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 28ain Ebrill 2020

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GM blu0104:50hrs: I woke, and within seconds of attempting to encourage my brain to join me in activating, the need for a wee-wee appeared. I removed my overly-stomached torso from the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-foul beige coloured, none-working rickety recliner; and limped, literally, to the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket)  and got two shocks at the same time, no, three actually! Tsk!

WD 0.0.128 3 As I began to appreciate the lack of much bother from Duodenal Donald and conceded that the toenails and Arthur Itis were going to be today’s top-dog ailments. (They gave it away by being so painful, Hehe!)

WD 0.0.128 3 Then realised that the wee-wee was of the LHLBS (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting-Splashback) variety, not experienced for many months. Not any pain with it, mind!

WD 0.0.128 3 Then the bucket slipped from my grip, as Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters died a death on me. How I managed only to get my jammy bottoms and the PPs wet, is a mystery and miracle.

2Tue01I went to the wet room, taking care not to stub the overly-long-nailed toes. I washed things up, put the jammie-bottoms in the bucket to soak, and had a stand-up wash and shave. Again surprises, Nicodemus’s visit ended, (It’s going to be a start-stop day methinks). And hardly any dropsies at all! Just the razor (2), and the 2Tue04toothpaste! It was a confusing start to the day. With merit points, and the usual Whoopsiedangleplops.It looked like the reactions to the Clopidogrel is returning again on both legs and feet.

Off to the kitchen. This reminded me of the Iceland delivery due in a couple of hours or so. I made a brew and took the medications. And set out with a degree of enthusiasm for once, to get the updating done of the Monday post. I got it finalised, despite the nerve-ends playing up on and off, in a reasonable time. Emailed the links. Went on the WordPress Reader.

IMG_4015Then the intercom rang and lit up. It was the Iceland delivery that had arrived. The same chap as yesterday, I think. I pointed out the can pf G & T the side for him in thanks. Off he trotted, and I got the bags indoors, and to the kitchen.

2Tue08aA lot of stuff to find room for again. Amongst them were some new salt & vinegar flavoured Fish Chunks, if all goes well today, I plan to have some of these, with potatoes, tomatoes and sugar snap peas. That’s the plan anyway. Getting the things away was a battle and-a-half! They had sent some of the Naturally Imperfect chips as well, so I made a point of making room for them in the freezer, at the cost of dishing some bits to make room for them.

2Tue09I got some of the potatoes in the sizeable crock-pot cooking. A bit of sea salt and vinegar added.

Then, as I was pottering around, I spotted some dirt marks on the kitchen floor. I got some spray on the floor and got down with the micro-cloth to clean it up a bit. Huh!

WD 0.0.128 2A I cleaned it up alright but getting my stomach-dominated bulk back up on my feet, was no easy feat! Gawd knows how long it took me. I ended up crawling on my knees to the side counter, (it’s easier to grab hold of) and hauled myself up, on the third attempt, and much silent howling and cursing, back into a semi-perpendicular position.

WD 0.0.128 3 Which was bad enough, but the agony from the toes and ankles were hardly bearable. I decided to stop cleaning.

I went to the wet room, to clean and medicate things now in need of the same. The struggle to get up had set Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding. Arthur Itis’s knees needed Phorpain gelling, and the toes were gelled in a fashion, from cotton wool at the end of Jenny’s picker-upperer! Needs must, and all that!

WD 0.0.128 3 Which proved a mistake to make! Unbeknown to me, the skin around the toes had cracked, and Phorpain gel shouldn’t be applied to this. I think there might be a few cracks in the wet room roof where my head hit it when I jumped! Hahaha! Then I had another unpleasant job, putting my feet in hot water to remove the gel!

WDP 2aI tried to look on the bright side, but it was difficult with the tears running from the eyes… only joking! I cleared the kitchen a bit, made up four bags of waste, and took them to the chute in the loft lobby. Walking was even worse than earlier, things were getting into their usual stride again. Dangwangles, damn and blast!

Made a start on this blog at last. But only for a minute or two. The landline burst forth. It was a lady from Nottingham City Council. Asking if I had received my food parcels yet. I explained about trying to sign on last week after a letter from the Doctors Confirming me being of a ‘High Risk’ status. I rang them (Wednesday I think), auto line, and my Hospital number not being recognised. I asking Deana to help, she rang back saying someone was going to call me and am still waiting for the call-back. Perhaps it is you? We checked the details and answered the questions again. After which, the lady offered to make another application for me. I thanked her, she will call back if anything is sorted. Int life good? I mentioned I have a 4kg bag of instant potato flakes if they could use it. She gave me a number to ring, where it could be used.

WD 0.0.128 3 I rang the number. The gentleman said it was of no uses to him, then he started talking too quickly for me to hear anything he was saying. I thanked him and rang off.

WD 0.0.128 3 The Salvation army might be interested. So I looked up their number and rang it. No answer. I tried another one, no answer. I looked up a local charity and rang one, who said they would not be able to use the potatoes but thanked me. She gave me another number to ring, which I did. No answer. I tried a third Sally-army number I found. No answer. Then I gave up!

2Tue11I made a brew and checked the potatoes in the big slow-cooker. They were still rock-hard! A shame that. I made sure they were on the high setting.

Then tried to change the picture size on the Panasonic, and took these shots from the unwanted, unliked, thick-framed, rain letting in, kitchen window.

2Tue21

I found a Coronavirus chart and copied it on here. Later realising it was well out of date. What a Schmuck!

2Tue13

2Tue14Maybe today, I can get some graphic done on CorelDraw for the posts?

I’ll make a start by creating a template for tomorrow. I got the computer booted up again, and managed to get about ten-minutes on it, got ready to make progress at long last with the CorelDrawing…

WD 0.0.128 3 Oh, no I won’t! The intercom rang again. No rest for the wicked! Well, bless them, it was a lady from Nottingham City Council, delivering my first food parcel.

A very pleasant lady put the carrier through the door after confirming who I was. I2Tue22 asked her if she knew of someone who could use the 4kg of instant potato and told her the story of how I came to have it.

2Tue23She took it to deliver to a homeless shelter charity who care for street sleepers. I thanked her for her kindness, and off she flew. Bless her cotton socks!

Milk, bread, oranges, canned beans and sweetcorn, individual sauce pots, jam pots, potatoes, and an onion, milk and much more.

They even supplied some TRs and two little hotel samples of soap. Wonderful! I felt humbled and cared for.

2Tue24They even supplied a mass of paperwork with them. Some coronavirus advice, and must and mustn’t doe’s check-list.

An in-depth list of all the foods in the bag. Allergies, halal, vegan etc.

Marvellous!

Looks like it’s too late to get any graphics done now. The weariness is creeping in, and the toes and knees are so painful, it’s unreal! I nipped into the wet room to get some gel on the knees, Germolene the tootsies, and Germoloid the stinging piles.

I had a look at the state of the legs, and they were not very encouraging at all!

2Tue25

Talk about pale!

Another day flashed by, and not much got done! Yet a lot did really, I’m losing it again.

2Tue25I went to check on the spuds progress. Coming on alright. I got the thighs on the plate and added tomatoes, a Marmite cheese medallion and silverskin onions. The slow-cooker cooked potatoes were great tasting, I added some splashes of Hoisin sauce on them. A small can of garden peas as well. The orange kindly donated on my food parcel was almost juiceless. The fowl were not very flavoursome at all. Overall the meal as good, all the same. The Muller light lemon yoghourt and the Clementine drink were lip-smacking good, as usual. An 8.8/10 for Taste rating!

Got the pots washed. Took the evening medicines and medicated areas of the flobby-body that was in need. I got down in the 300, second-hand, uncomfortable rickety, none-working recliner, with some mini-cheddars and a pot of yoghourt covered cashew nuts for nibbling later.

WDPright05WD 0.0.128 3 The mind-storming was filled with taradiddle, quixotic-nonsense, and a confounding assortment of the weirdest ideas and plan-formulating, ever known before! This was not easy to free the brain of and lasted for many hours. Thus, ensuring that Sweet Morpheous was denied again! Dranglewangles!

Keep doing your bestest, and stay in if you can. One nipping out to the shops when unnecessary, can mean you catching, or giving someone else Coronavirus. Best of luck!

Inchcockski – Saturday 25th April 2020: Humph! The mostest painful toe-stubbing ever!

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Saturday 25th April 2020

Samoan: Aso Toʻonaʻi 25 Aperila 2020

GM L 0.0.13002:45hrs: I woke up, and stirred with a certain reluctance. Brought about by my anxiety of what the next mistake, error, memory lapse, blank-spell or tumble will bring forth with it.

No doubt about it, my confidence was low today to start with. It was almost like waking up a different person. The mind tormented and changed, I expect, from the four weeks of self-isolation. The thought of my being given instructions to keep isolated for another twelve weeks, and aware of all the problems that have arisen already, are doing me no good at all.

WDP 02aLDetermined not to get uptight and despondent like the last two days, I deliberated and brain-stormed in search of some positives from the situation. I surprised myself in how many I came up with. Most of the deformed, or contrived, but they made me feel a bit better, just for thinking of the silliness in most of them:

  1. I’ve avoided injuries galore, by not putting any socks on, and avoiding the daily battle with the Sock-Glide! (Although, I do have  a fear of having to use it again)
  2. No buses. So no catching the wrong one!
  3. No buses. So no falling asleep on them and missing the bus stop!
  4. No buses. So no forgetting the bus pass, reading glasses, hearing-aids, cash, wristwatch, alert-cards and wristlets, mobile phone, medications or shopping list!
  5. No waiting in the lift lobby, as the cages keep going up and down missing the twelfth floor altogether, repeatedly and then being delayed and missing the bus!

Searching for some silver-linings, no matter how far-fetched, still felt of some benefit to this mentally mangled-mind of mine. For a few moments, anyway!

As I was slowly and unenthusiastically removing my flabby-bulk from the second-hand, £300, uncomfortable, c1968, rickety-relic of a recliner, and grabbed the stick, the need for a wee-wee came on suddenly, and urgently. It was crucial that I responded with all alacrity available, to avoid any undue leakages.

6Sat01WD 0.0.128 3 When I got in the wet room, and the flow, flowed with an amazing forcefulness for once, as opposed to the trickling efforts of the last few days. I noticed the lower right arm had gone a speckly red-orange colour? Still, it made a change from the usual pale bloodless white.

WD 0.0.128 2A I washed my hands as I did so, the damned carbolic soap shot out of my palm, bounced off of the wall, and straight down in the toilet bowl! That’s the end of that then. I’ll have a ferret around in the airing cupboard later, to see if I can any soap in there. I wonder if they have invented a miracle soap, toothpaste, spectacles and hearing aids magnet, and are testing it in my bog? Hahaha!

6Sat02Into the kitchen, and took the medications, guzzled a load of the inefficacious, unfructuous, otiose Peptac to try to calm Duodenal Donald down a bit. Made a brew and opened the window to see what the odd noise was, found no cause for it, and took a photo of the morning view of the twinkling Nottingham lights.

I got on with the sad Saturday post. Plodded away and got it done. Emailed the links. Pinterested two photos. Then on TFZer Facebooking. WordPress Reader next.

About 08:30hrs, I got the template for this one done, and started creating it. But had to divert to the Porcelain Throne.

WD 0.0.128 3 Ah, well, Trotski Terence didn’t last long, back to Constipation Conrad being in charge again. Ten minutes after starting, and a lot of effort and pain, the evacuation was finished, with a certain relief all around my body. Hehe! I went to the sink to get a wash, and couldn’t find the soap. I actually started searching around for it, it took a minute or so before I remembered I’d dropped in down the toilet earlier. Ay-yay-yay! What an Eizel! I must ask the Doctor if I can remember her, and where the surgery is later after the isolation period ends if it ever does… now, what was I going to ask her? Oh, yes! If the Peripheral Pete Neuropathy inspired Nicodemus Neurtranmitter end dying, could be causing me to be losing it with the memory, and failure to grasp, and fear of doing so, almost everything nowadays? I think?

6Sat05a I then had a check on the WordPress comments. Then started this blog going.

WD 0.0.128 3 I went on Gmail to check again if any new stuff had arrived, and found a couple, one from Iceland (on the left here). This is an example of me struggling to comprehend things. Does this mean… well what does it mean? I have an order in for Monday already?

Make amends to your order. I imagine that amendments as meant?

A strict time allowed. So, I waited until 10.00am, and carried on with the blogging duties. But with confusion milling about in my head!

Well, as they say on the message, they hope this makes life a little easier, but this doesn’t make my life a little easier! Does this mean its a one-off, do I have to do it next week? Confusionableitis is rampant! If I do make an order, will they send it if I already have one in with them? Oh, Wallupperisticles and Finglegoberisations! So, I made one. At ten o’clock, I pressed the link button and got more messages before it let me on the site. I clicked to book a slot and got one in for Tuesday. 8 >10am.

Well, this is likely to cause me more bother than if I’d not done it. I don’t know if it will be valid. On Monday, I have an order coming that will fill the cupboards and fridge, now I’ve ordered some more for Tuesday! Hopefully, if it does come, I can share some with Jenny, as a sort of thank you. I hope she’s got some room in her fridge and freezer. Doing silly things comes so much easier nowadays!

I made brew, and had some mini-cheddars with it, and watched some UTube stuff while I had the odd breakfast.

6Sat076Sat05Sister Jane and Brother in Law Pete sent me a photograph of their latest just received freebie box of fodder. (Right one doctored by yours truly, to show what they really meant. Hahaha!)

Talk about taking the wee-wee! Hahaha!

But I’m not jealous. Oh, no! Not at all.

Thanks, Pete and Jane, gave me a rare laugh, and much appreciated too!

Fatigue Francis, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, and Dizzy Dennis, all convinced me to stop, make some nosh and have a sit-down. But my appetite and gluttony came to the fore, and I decided to make a nosh instead. The Iceland beefburgers, tempted me. They are not fatty at all, this was the appeal of them. I hope they don’t make Duodenal Donald any worse than he already is.

6Sat09Simple enough meal. The last of my low-fat, ‘Naturally Imperfect’ oven chips were crispy and not fatty at all. The burgers were grand. The last of the piccolo tomatoes were wonderful, a Marmite and plain cheese disc were okay.

No bread, the loaf I had in was going mouldy, so I dished it. But that was a good thing, no need for bread with every meal, I’m getting used to it now. The low-calorie thin weak yoghourt was made edible with the addition of some Maple syrup, and it was all devoured and masticated with great joy! Flavour rated at 8.8/10!

I did the pots. Considered doing the hand-washing, but chickened out.

I took the evening medications. Olive oiled the ear-holes, made up a bottle of spring water with added the last of the Orange Barley, had a wee-wee.

6Sat10Then settled down to watch some TV, with a certainty that sleep would surely come early tonight, after all, I was feeling mentally drained. AS long as the Thought-Storms didn’t kick-off.

I opted to watch some Rosemary & Thyme episodes. I watched all the way through the first one, without a single no-off. By cunningly changing and scrolling through the other channels when the advert-breaks came on. (Swank-Mode-Engaged!)

WDP 03eWD 0.0.128 3 I had to visit the Porcelain Throne after this episode finished. What a performance that was. Constipation Conrad had really taken over the rear-end proceedings. Pain, blood, crosswording and a toe-stubbing! With not being able to get the toe-nails cut anywhere, this was the most painful stub of all time! (Sunday a.m.: It’s currently competing with Duodenal Donald for the position of Top-Dog in the ailment ratings!) Little Inchies fungal lesion needed cleaning and sorting, more agony!

WDP 02lbA different version of Inchcock returned to his £300, second-hand, uncomfortable, c1968, not-working rickety recliner. A sad, grumpy thing, who became sadderer, when sleep refused to come, he didn’t even have any nodding-offs.

Poor old sausage!