Inchcock Today: Wednesday November 2nd, 2022

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I bounded out of the recliner, did some skipping, touching-toes, and a few press-ups, and went onto the balcony for the hip hinges and Tai-Chee exercises. I yodelled as was worked the weights. I gave out a loud “Whoop!” as I made a perfect double-flip-over loop.
NokiaI grabbed my Nokia G400, Android 13, 5G, 128GB, 6GB RAM, Glass front (Gorilla Glass 3.45), aluminium framed, Nano-SIM, GPS, GALILEO, microSDXC (dedicated slot), LED flash, HDR, panorama, FM radio, Type-C 2.0, USB. With On-The-Go Features; Sensors Fingerprint (side & rear-mounted), accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass, and barometer. Li-Po 5000 mAh, non-removable. Charging Fast charging 20W – Power Delivery 3.0, N1530DL £345.25 mobile phone, and rang King Charles to see how he was going on and asked if he needed anyone else topping… Hahaha!
02:30hrs: Then I woke up, belched and got the taste of the cheesy potatoes I had last night come up my throat, and I took a swig of Tonic Water I’d flavoured with Roses lime juice – the two tastes did not go well together. But they blended together enough for me to get out of the £300, used, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly Karki-beige coloured, crumb containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, on a mission to get myself a good string mug of tea, Glengettie perhaps, to rid my mouth and tongue of the terrible taste.
I caught my balance and was feeling in better shape than of late. Of course, that was corporeal.

Mentally I was a wreck; Thoughts wandered into my mind at will, no chance of me sorting out any that may need attention or were important though… The need for the Porcelain Throne arose. Yesterday morning the evacuation was rock solid torpedo style – knowing my cunning innards have the ability to alternate twixt brick-like torpedoes and slimy-sludge on each visit, I anticipated that Trotsky Terence would be in charge this morning. How wrong I was!
I sat there on the Throne and had to force things along painfully. I had the hearing aids in, so heard a rare plop every now and then as another one of the pebble-sized products was pressured-free, and it was like this for ages!
What made it more frustrating was that I’d left the crossword book in the three-wheeled walker trolley from yesterday! The cracks in the wet room ceiling seem to have reduced? I could only see 21 today? I’m sure there were 34 yesterday?
It must have been a good ten minutes or more before the last of the dark brown hazelnut-shaped turds was pressured into evacuating! What a relief I felt! But not for long; as I got up to clean things, I felt poor warm blood running down my inner thighs. I cleaned things up and gently applied some Germoloid ointment onto the pained area at the rear! Real Relief!
Had a stand-up wash.
I had a farce with trying to put in the Chloramphenicol antibiotic eye drops. More went down the cheek, in the nose and mouth than ever got close to the eyes! I got dressed and took a Senna tablet, just the one, to try to ease the concrete rear-end passengers’ trip to freedom on the next visit.

This could prove to be a mistake if Trotsky Terence makes a comeback on my next visit to the Porcelain Throne?
To the kitchen to make a brew of tea. This time it will be a tasty Thompson’s Punjana The kettle was put on.
I took this shot of the car park below from the kitchenette window. It was drizzling with rain at the time, but I’m blown if I can see any in this rather decent picture? To the balcony…
Where I spotted the rain-induced mudslide from the nearby Woodthorpe Grange Park, had made another entrance into the end car park.
I think there is a drain under the water, but obviously, it isn’t coping very well when we get a rainstorm. The people taking the dogs for a walk and crap go via this route, coming and going… I’ve forgotten why I said this now! Dementia Doreen! I can say this now the Doctor’s confirmed my latest ailment. Hehehe!

Sounded, and in came . I had forgotten to unlock the front door again! apart from giving me a sideways glance and tutting as he came in, he was fine about it. Haha!
What a great Carer Ricard is. As we got into the room, he produced a list in an envelope of all my medications and how much and when they are given. Worra, great chap! I thanked him profusely and pulled out the pink gins I got for him yesterday at Lidl’s. That was a marvellous thing to do for me; another worry over the trip to the hospital was now sorted! Merci Mon Ami, Richard!
I fear he was over-yawning again. But this didn’t stop us from having a little natter and laugh after he gave me the medications.
After he’s left, taking the waste bags with him, I found a bag with some bottled water, a rice meal and chilli in it – it was for Richard! Thanks again, Doreen!

Back to the computer. This time, thanks to Jenny, I was expecting it. Yet an hour or so later, it came back on? And seemed a little quicker. But an hour later, it was back to slow coaching. We’ll see if it goes off again… if they are upgrading, it must surely go off again? Or the upgrading has failed… hard to believe from Liberty Global Virgin Media, Hahaha!

So, I got a meal made up. It looked good, and most of it was fine. Those gorgeous Frikadellens tasted superb!
The tomatoes were just grand and sweet flavoured, both yellow and red ones.
The Lidl Parmesan potatoes, let it down. They were so tasteless! But looked and smelt good? Taste: 6/10.

GC sleepSat down to wait for the Carer to arrive . And that was it until the Evening arrived, and I got a rude awakening stirring me back to life when the chimed from the power box in front of me, forcing a Shake, Rattle & Roll in surprise, and I all but fell out of the recliner!
The lad Jozeph looked so weary and tired, he’s even caught the yawning bug from Richard – both hard-working Carers. It looked so odd when yawned with his facemask on. Hehehe!
I tried to cheer him up. He got the medications sorted. He even cleaned the Pentax measure-dose pot for me and returned it to the carer’s desk. Had to push him to select a can of pop in thanks. Walked to the door to lock it, and he took the waste bags to the shoot with him.

GC sleepI thought I’d try the computer again to see if it was reconnected yet, to update this blog. But my body and mind had other ideas for me… I again!
And I stayed there for hours. But it was an often broken sleep, interspersed with weird dreams. Short odd senseless ones and I woke up after each one. At least, it felt like I did, to lay there trying to fathom out what it was all about, then drift off and have another dream that was short and unfathomable to me. Repetition is the word needed here.

PART RECOLLECTIONS OF THE FIRST DREAM

I dreamt I was an auctioneer...
Folks were bidding to buy gunpowder?
But I knew it was only chowder flour?
Some as they ran to their helicopter…
Said, “Aha, we’ll blow up another tower!”
A policeman I.D.’d himself, a CID inspector…
He asked them to reconsider…
Cause there had no M.O.T. for their copter…
This dream couldn’t have been gimpier!

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Evening all!

Billum, treats Inchcock’s Ailments

A bit of fictional fun in Ode here

I hope it brings a smile and a laugh!

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It All Began…

T’was months ago, when Billum said, “You need curing!”
“I do?” I replied Billum’s words had got me wondering,
We continued with our badinaging,
The result, revealing a fascinating thing!
Bill continued with a medical debriefing,
He’s a clever chap, quite a scientific boffin,
He’d worked out how to mend the ailments that got me coughing!

He could cure or ease many an ailment without any drugging!
His lad Alan had had a look in…
Did the mechanical engineering,
Medical engineering? That got me fearing!
H.R.H. Lisa, had the first aid kit ready… encouraging?
At this point, I had to ask… is this going to be hurting?
And can I and H.R.H. Lisa do some flirting?

The procedure would take a few days, but no haemorrhaging,
Chances are, Inchie, that you’ll not feel a thing!
Lisa will be there, and take your care under her wing,
But flirting? No, or you really will be hurting!
I thanked him, asked Billum if it involved my contortioning?
“Well, you might jerk about a bit; that’s nothing…”
“You’re used to Shaking Shaun, un Peripheral Pete bugging!”
“Once we set up the various electrics…” Lisa was earwigging…
“Worry not, Inchie… for Billum is not a fledgling!”

“This electroconvulsive therapy will soon have you jogging!”
Then we’ll make you a meal and give you some noggin!
“That’ll be marvellous Lisa, I’d just love some snogging…”
“No, I said noggin, not snogging; oh, dear, your hearing!”
“The syringing, I’ll do that for you! It’ll be astonishing!.

Billum and Alan helped me with the plans on travelling,
The transport I could afford needed ambushing…
I nicked the lorry and got to near Ohio, without any bathing…
Poor H.R.H. and Billum did a bit of nose-clenching!
But soon Billum took charge, first my showering!

Getting over my fears needed establishing,
My worrying, Billum started extinguishing,
He got out his plans to explain, and I stopped flinching…
“I’ll tell yer, in simple terms, what you can be understanding…
We all sat down, and I started listening…

And let’s face it, you’re loaded with them! Electroconvulsive therapy (E.C.T.) is a procedure done under general anaesthesia, in which small electric currents are passed through the brain, intentionally triggering a brief seizure. E.C.T. seems to cause changes in brain chemistry that can quickly reverse symptoms of certain mental health conditions.

Lisa at your side throughout. We know how you love her so, so we’ve asked her to give the odd squeeze of your hand, keep gong close to you so you can smell her perfume, and hear her words of comfort… But try not to get too excited! Remember, it’s all part of the procedure. We won’t be bothering with any anaesthesia because we will have H.R.H.

After having some of H.R.H.’s special Chilli Con Carne and a cream cake, we will be doing it in the basement laboratory.

Hahaha! Nowt to worry over Inchie, E.C.T. is good on older adults who can’t tolerate drug side effects. A muscle relaxant is usually used during the procedure to stop the patient’s muscles from moving during the seizure. Still, we’ll skip that cause with your Peripheral Neuropathy; there ain’t a cat in hells chance of you not twitching.

“Fair enuf!” At this, one of the cats jumped up on my knee and rubbed its chin against mine! Nice!

We’ll throw in a bit of Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation (T.M.S.). We think we’ve improved the procedure by swapping bits here and there. Alan worked out that the hyperparameters programmed into the medical device were used to deliver magnetic therapy to the brain by reducing the max-pooling in the convolutional neural networking of the design of the machine. Naturally, this means that your Body Mass Index (B.M.I.) and hypertension will be of less concern than they usually would be, you see?

There’s no worry about quantum entanglements, blue-shiftings, or Lagrangian points. These have all been factored into our plans. As with fasciculations and diaphragmatic flutters, There will be a chance of you horripilationing, but that is of no consequence, as you know.

“Oh, good!” No idea what Billum was on about. He forgets how thick I am, I think. After a lovely nosh, down to the basement, I was led…

A shame, really, but I woke up then!

Part of the Inchies Make Them Laugh-In Ode Series

Listening in to Alto-Inchy and Inchy-Id, discussing Christmas


All the best to my faithful flock of followers all,
The masses who have remained so loyal,
To the rubbish I’ve posted, my error-ridden scrawl,
Be they funny, sad, pathetic or philosophical,
Christmas time again… although there is no snowfall…
I’ve got plenty of fodder in, all very edible,
Although Inchcock is unquestionably unintellectual…
His Odes come out mostly; sadly ineffectual,
My followers are precious; you are my windfall!
And, both of you are moral and mortal…
Thank heavens for the WordPress portal!

The Verbal Conflict I Listened Into

From my scrawled notes mostly, so accuracy may be limited. Certain words (naughty) have had to be substituted. I left the last word in; cause there was nothing worth replacing it with. Sorry!

Worra yo doing here? I am Alto-Id; you don’t recognise my superiority?

Never seen yer before, or heard of yer… Worra yo do then? Don’t bother answering, I’ll tell yer… I am the principle that pertains to pleasure, while you, the Alto Ego, is the principle that relates to reality.

Is yer? Well, I’m the one in charge ‘ere…

Hahahaha! Knob-rot, mush!

Do yer mean like Inchcock’s fungal lesion on his Little Inchy?

No, I am well aware of all of the idiots’ ways, whims and stupidity; I’ve been waiting in the wings and watching, learning for donkey’s years. My usage of the Knob-Rot indicated that you talketh rubbish, Alto!

Yer a bit nasty ain’t yer, almost cruel, I’d say. Inchcock is struggling with my existence, now you cum along, and it’ll likely as not send the old git bonkers… best you piss-off out of it mate!

Oh, dearie me, it’s as I feared. You’ve been in Inchcock that long. You have been infected by his senility and ignorance…

Owd on! I knew Rat-face when he was almost verging on normality, for a human-like. See, I’ve been here for ‘im forever! I’ve supported him through some terrible times and ailments, apart from mucking it up with his depressions; it’s me who gorrim through double pneumonia, cancer, duodenal ulcers, being shot… twice, his heart replacement, diabetes, peripheral neuropathy.

Piffle! Utter rubbish, you pathetic imitation of an Alto-Ego you!

What? I thought I wuss doing a good job… well, I was! After all that I’ve done to annoy him, I did not know if he was coming or going at times…

Exactly! That’s why I’ve been activated, see?

Err… no!

What about glaucoma, saccades, floaters and cataract, then? How come you’ve not addressed his vision problems then? Hey?

Well, I can’t physically mend them, can I? It’s my job to just ensure they annoy him as persistently as possible, innit?

You have no idea, have you? What’s the point in letting the git to go blind? How will that build your reputation in the Chakra-Id-Alto Corporation? You’ve got to do better, else you’ll not be moved into another body when he snuffs it… I’m telling you!

The CIAC management is more than happy with my performance in the 930038-530 Semi-male model Inchcock.

How do you know?

Well, they’ve not complained…

Have they sent you a monthly report for November yet?

Monthly Report? No, I’ve never had one.

Hahaha! You’re in the shit, mate! You could well get prematurely removed from 930038-530/TIT Semi-male model Inchcock and sent to a body that is mentally and physically undamaged…

Oh, my Gawd, no… Are you joking?

Nope!

How can any Alto-Ego cope with a human like that? I won’t stand a chance of worrying, scaring, frightening or intimidating them…

I know. This could mean the end of your existence Alto!

No, no, no, we live forever…

Only if the CIAC management deems that you are worthy.

Oh, shit! I was so happy here, a comfortable rotund over ample midriff, an uncomplicated, slow brain to peruse through at my leisure, without much intelligence or activity going on…

You are aware that the host body has the capability to eliminate you, are you? (Sounds of chucking in the background).

No, you’re wrong there…

Yer? What about CIAC Guidelines & Cautionary Advice 112,145,23 then?

Erm…

I’ll tell you. “In the event of any Alto-Ego failing to cause a suicide attempt within 72 years of occupation (Failed) of the aforesaid body; Any host at this time maintaining 70% of its maximum intelligence, 50% of its willpower, and 50% of its maximum concentration; can apply to it Id to eliminate any Alto-Egos from its earthly body – upon signing its soul over to the CIAC Soul Bank Ltd!

I ‘ave to think abarght this…

Take yer time, Alto; I’ll move on and inform Inchcock of his options…

NO! It won’t work cause Inchcock has nowhere near 50% of his concentration left. Only 10% of his memory…

And you think that I can’t retrieve it for him?

You wouldn’t?

Oh, yes, I can, easily!

Well, that’s not in the Spirit of the Chakra-Id-Alto Corporation? I’ve never been so happy before as I am within 930038-530 Semi-male model Inchcock has been. He’s so gullible, malleable, a right thicko to con and manipulate…

And I can change all that within a few seconds. By advising Inchcock of his options, Hehehe!

But I might have to go back to the lonely CIAO Retention Safe again? I’ve already had 2000 years in there before getting this posting? Oh, my dearest Id, whatever can I offer or do to prevent this from happening?

I may be tempted to say nothing to the idiot host under certain conditions…

Yes, yes…

One: You bow to my every whim, order and threat!

Erm.. go on…

Two: You openly admit to Ids being totally and unquestionably superior to Alto-Egos!

Mmm? Go on…

That’s it… if you agree, I’ll keep my gob shut! But it’s a one time only offer, so you have to decide now!

How do I know I can trust you?

How do I know I can trust you?

Oh, heck…

I’ll tell you what… As a ‘Class A’ Knight of the CIAO Id Convention, I swear this to be true! Sign the Oath stating these beliefs as written, and I’ll leave the Inchcock Host instantly, never to return.

That seems okay… Alright, I’ll do it, and you’ll disappear instantly?

You’ll never see me again!

Here you are then (Scribbling sound) and good riddance!

Hehehe!

You lying bastard!

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 14th January 2020: Farcicalisticalness!

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Tuesday 14th January 2020

Maori: Rātapu 14 Hanuere 2020

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WDP 08R02aWD 0.0.255 2 23:25hrs: I bestirred reluctantly and was feeling terribly depressed, confused, and uncomfortably disorientated. The immediate problem was my uncertainty of whether or not I had really lost the blister-pack of medications. How had I got things so wrong as to run-out of beta-blockers, water-tablets, and Simvastatin amongst other important tablets?  A lack of self-confidence and self-hatred came through to join the worries and fears for me to stew over. I actually felt sick, not physically, but inside. No help yet either, and this after two tablet-less days!

I’ll try Warden Deana again later, she did tell me to call around 09:00hrs, so she could ring the bank with me present. She said she’d phone the chemist for me later when the shop opened. But I have heard nothing. I believe she is having to work at another block of NCH flats as cover, so she’ll be up to her neck in it.

I need to know about the prescription and take action to get some more urgently. I’m so sorry it’s a dismal start to the diary, but I’m pretty depressed about how life is at the moment. I’ll try to lighten it up from here on, no promises, mind. Hehe!

The usual summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, which helped me snap out of the Self-Pity-Mode. Getting my ever-more-wobbly body from the £300, second-hand c1968 recliner was of little bother. Keeping my balance on the gentle trot to the Throne, was more difficult, thanks to Dizzy Dennis’s ministrations, which stayed for during this time. The evacuation was messy, but minimal bleeding anywhere. And it seemed to be a lot less in volume.

WDPright02WD 0.0.255 2 I cleaned up and then limped to the kitchen. Put the kettle on, and searched around again, hoping tp mysteriously find a blister pack of medications, but after half-an-hour, mostly searching in places that had already been perused, I’d had no luck. Depressionalisticalness moved to Defcon Three! I reheated the kettle and made a brew, and took some of the out-of-date tablets I’d found at the bottom of the drawer. I had Warfarin in stock, though, at least.

It was a sad figure that got to the computer to start the updating of the Sunday blog. There was a mixed bag of feelings clinging to me; fear, self-loathing, resentment, sadness, self-contempt, anxiety, confusion, and probably the strongest one, was of awkward helplessness. Depressionalisticalness moved to Defcon Two & three-quarters! Hehe!

I got the blog finished off and sent it to WordPress. During this time, I only needed three wee-wees. Smug-Mode nearly adopted, but I knew better! My EQ told me not to get too expectant of anything to go right – which really cheered me up. Tsk!

Off to make another brew, Glenghettie Gold this time. The innards rumbled threateningly while I was making the mug of Britain’s finest commonly available tea. On a par with black Glenghettie and Thompsons Punjana. All have different taste qualities. The Gold is strong and tasty with it. Straight black Glengettie, viciously strong, wonderful. The Thompsons Punjani just as tasty, but a tad less strong. Compared to the Twinings… What in heavens am I doing? Advertising teas! Shows the state of my warped, disintegrating mind, dunnit?

WDP10L04RLWD 0.0.255 2 Within a few minutes of my being back at the computer, with but a few key-presses achieved…

Dangwangles, damn and blast the duplicitous, unreliable, crap, pathetic Liberty-Global and overpaid, bully, plutomaniac, greedy-con-man Fries!

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So, I had to work on CorelDraw, until the internet connection returned. Had a wee-wee, all the few of then, this was only the forth, were of the BOTTTFA (Blasting-Out-Then-Trickling-For-Ages) mode! The GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) was about a third-full already?

I sent some photos to Pinterest and went on the WordPress Reader. Then the TFZer Facebooking session. Then making yet another mug of tea (Today’s thirst for tea, is most voracious?), I took this snap of the moon and sky; it looks like it had been painted. The only clouds in view were a few lingering just above the planet.

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I had some bikkies with the Thompsons tea. McVities orange chocolate digestives, well dunked. Haha! After they were enjoyed and imbibed, it was ablutionalisationing time.

WDP 20194And despite the rumbling innards, it was a most decent session. The dropsies were no more than four, no shaving cuts, toe-stubbings, or banging into or knocking anything over. Why even the sock-glide battle failed to produce any blood-blisters, bruises or blood! The EQ warned me not to get too excited, though? This brought the Panic-Depression-Defcon back to Three. Hehehe!

The noise from the ‘Hum’ seemed a little lower, I thought. Then as I got in the wet room, the racket from the Marlow Fire & Security Workmen kicked off. I reckon the yare getting closer than ever now, I could hear them while I was under the noisy shower without any hearing aids in!

2Tue04aThe pins looked pretty good, got some colour back as well. Fair enough, they are a little fluid retaining at the moment.

WD 0.0.255 2 But that is the fault of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA. If anyone would care to visit them to tell them off for not delivering my prescription Medications and leaving me with a three-day period of not having tablets and medicines I need, for the ticker (Bisoprolol), depression (Esketamine) duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis (Codeine 30g – Phorpain Gel), etc.. Oh, and if you can give the uncaring swines a taste of your knuckles, I’d much appreciate it. Thanks!

I applied the last of the Phorpain Gel, Germaloid cream, Clobetasone cream, Corticosteroid cream, Daktacort lotion, and Clopidogrel ketoconazole. Olive-oiled the ear-holes, and had another wee-wee.

Deana was, as I expected, at another block of flats yesterday, so she could not let know. But the Chemist told her they have no one to deliver anything until Wednesday. But I can go and fetch the medications myself. That was nice of her! Wasn’t it? I decided to catch the bus down into Sherwood, try to talk to someone in the bank, then hobble into Carrington, make an appointment at the Doctors surgery, call in and moan to the crap Chemist, and pick up the prescription and visit the nearby Lidl store to get some bread. Then I got myself dressed up warmly and took the black2Tue05 bags to the waste chute on the way out. I’ll see ILC, Ballet-Dancer, Hauptsturmfuhreress Warden Deana, to see if she had found anything out from the Chemist or Bank from me.

Dropped off the bags and down on the elevator. This warning sign was in the wall of the lift, from the Marlowe gang and Nottingham City Homes.

It’s all go here!

2Tue06I plodded through the link-corridor into Winwood Court and made my way to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) Interrogation and Body Search Office. All three gals were in there today.

I decided I had no choice if wanted the medications, but to catch the bus down into Sherwood, try to talk to someone in the bank, then hobble into Carrington, make an appointment at the Doctors surgery, call in and moan to the crap Chemist, and pick up the prescription and visit the nearby Lidl store to get some bread. This could be painful, uncomfortable, and I’ll likely get caught in the forecasted heavy rain and die of pneumonia! Humph! Still, that’ll please the Pharmacist, Doctor, and Chiropodist!

WDP 10LWD 0.0.255 2 I said my farewells and made it to the bus stop. Betty was there, and we started to have a natter and nibble, during which a violent pain emanated from the lower abdomen, abdominal area. It was so bad, I immediately told Bet I wasn’t feeling well and returned back to the flat, ASAP. I feared perhaps a massive accident might take place from the rear-end quarters. But had to stop occasionally as the stabbing pains got worse. As I hurried and repeatedly stopped, back to the apartment, I wondered if the out of date medications the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, had forced me to take by failing to deliver the new prescriptions, had caused something to go wrong? I got to the flat and left the three-wheeler outside and fumbled my way in and to the Porcelain Throne. But nothing happened, although the pain eased-off after five minutes or so? But the pain is still with me now, just not so bad.

WDP 10R02LWD 0.0.255 2 Then, as I got up to wash and fetch the trolley inside, a sharp fracture-like pain came from the bottom of Arthur Itis’s patellar, and that is still giving me hell, on and off. I just can’t walk or even stand on it when it’s playing up. There’s no bruising, it doesn’t hurt when I apply pressure either. And the other mystery, the innards have now turned to a rumbling ache, well that’s the best I can explain it. The pain under the knee that comes and goes is the main worry now. But of course, tomorrow I have to stay in all day, just in case the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA decide to deliver me my medications? Pissed-off now to Defcon Two-level!

I started to update this blog, and Jenny rang me to tell me the window cleaner might call in the morning, bless her cotton socks. I’m afraid at the moment she rang, I was suffering,  with the sharp knee-stabs, so I couldn’t really have the natter I would have liked to.

I purposely got myself up to have a hobble-about with the four-pronged stick, to see how the knee reacted, this time. It didn’t seem so bad, just the occasional stab on the way to make a brew. But coming back, it returned to a full-time problem? The innards low down were rumbling and stinging at the same time.

I suppose it’s a good job that I didn’t go out then.

I decided to do a Morrison order, just in case things go ape-shit with the intestines and knee. So I did! Hehe! Made it for Thursday 06:00 > 07:00hrs.

I wonder if I can sue the chemist? A touch of guilt over my attitude to the Chemist came over me. Come think about it, I am not aware of why things have gone ape-shit over the medications. There may have been an illness, accident, or death, anything that might have contributed to their failure to deliver? I’ll humbly take back the insults and sarcasm I’ve made – until I find out what the cause was. Shame deepens!

Got the nosh cooking, but not sure if its a good idea with the innards in this state. Oh, dearie me! Fish and potatoes, peas, and mushrooms were eaten slowly. The masticationalisationing was well-done.

When I took the pots to be washed, the knee was considerably less bothersome overall, but an occasional ‘Stop-you-in-your-tracks’ twinge was there. The stomach was continually churning gently, but no signs yet of any movement being needed. If it is brewing up, I hope it doesn’t suddenly catch me out! I’m sure there will soon be an evacuation required eventually, and I am nervous of what shape and form it will come in. Haha! Hopefully not a bloodied, ‘wait-an-hour’ for the action to start, then regret that it did mode! But, all the signs are indicating it will be.

Too unwell to even think about doing the handwashing. The mess is building up in the kitchen, but the means of sorting it are not available to me at the moment. Did the washing of the pots and pans etc. then got a bottle of orange juice and settled in the recliner to watch some TV. Hoping the pains and pangs will be less bothersome. And they did ease off after I got viewing!

But I soon found I was drifting-off and waking repeatedly. Each time, wondering where I was and what time it was when I awoke! Tsk! By the time my brain had got around to trying to sort out anything, I’d nod-off again, usually waking up again within a few minutes and going through the ‘Who am I, what day is it’ routine.

I must have stayed asleep for a while, enough to have a dream anyway, and it seemed so real, too. (How long does it take to have a dream?) I woke up and was in the bedroom of 6, Brookfield Place, (c1955), and a child again. But I woke up in the cream, knowing it was not real and aware of all the disasters I had to face all over again. The unheated bedroom had ice and frost on it, and the soot-covered railway viaduct wall was visible… I floated out through the wall and flew around the back yard, the bathtub hanging on the wall, Dad’s home-made cobbling bench, the row of outside toilets and coal-houses, Christine Wright, and her mam and dad, with Rover, their dog, in deckchairs sunbathing in the snow?

Unhappily, I woke at this stage and somehow managed to scribble some notes on the pad about this dream… while the intestine pains increased, and reality returned. Sadly!

The kip and wake continued, but I could not get back to the dream.

I gave up trying to sleep and gingerly rose out of the recliner.

Ah, well!

Inchcock Today – Tues 12 Mar 2019: Fluctuant, fickle, fitful, flighty, flexible, frequently-fidgety, sort of day

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2019 Mar 12

Tuesday 12th March 2019

Sudanese: Salasa 12 Maret 2019

23:15hrs. WD 0.25.0 I had to laugh at my self; I must admit, waking up and moving straight away, enforced by the demand for the Porcelain Throne needs, was almost comical. Following last night’s Accifauxpa with the stepladder, there were not many parts of my Brobdingnagian body that didn’t have an ache or pain somewhere! Things were exacerbated by the pins (legs) now fluid-filled again, and not in a mood to be moved or used without offering up some pain to discourage me from using them! But, needs must. So I hobbled uncomfortably to the wet room.

2Tue01 WD 0.25.0 The evacuation took second place to the photographicalisationing of the pins for posterity and the leg ulcer clinic. The pale, bloodless legs and bloated with water, had made the skin look polished, yet very-pale and bloodless!

The liquid inside had even removed most of the warped mangled clumps of skin from both patellas! I think one mark is a little bruising from the fall. The feet felt like I was walking painfully on sponges, causing a little difficulty in keeping balance for a while until I got used to it! This reminded me of the first time I wore Brothel-Creepers back in the day, but with more pain! Hehehe! The right elbow was a bit stiff. The left wrist had a bruise. The right shoulder and back of the neck ached a bit. The few of the right and left ribs felt a bit achy, too. However, putting up with this seemed little to pay for the absence of Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Shaking Shaun, Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis, and even Dizzy Dennis was leaving me alone!

I’ve only waited six weeks for my appointment with the ulcer clinic, and hope they can change the date they gave me that falls on another appointment day at the GUM clinic, and my much missed Winwood Social Hours. But of course, they will not be able to bring it forward to alter it so I can expect to be being tended to in around three weeks, making a waiting time of roughly nine weeks.

2Tue04WD 0.25.0 The leg actual leg ulcer has almost cleared up entirely! I had to abandon my efforts to change the socks, as I could not bend the fluid-filled legs far enough to take them off! I got one sock half off, and had just to get it back on, roll it up; and that was almost excruciating!

Methinks that any more cleaning up and sorting out of the kitchen, may not get done. But, you never know, if I take the Furesomides and extra pain-killer with the medications later, things might improve sufficiently to allow me to have another go at it. The ultimate in furustrationalisticalness this is. And Sister Jane will not be happy the sorting out is not getting done. Not that she frightens me of course. More sort of scares the pants off of me with her tremendously good logic! Hehehe!

I got carried away there! The evacuation was easy-peasy and not messy at all. Did the medicating and washed-up. Then, I limped extra-carefully to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.

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2Tue02The sys and Dia were down a bit. Most noticeable was the fall in temperature, though, it’s tumbling down so far, this week. Monday: 34.8°- 34.7°-34.6° this morning, 34.2°, If this keeps on, I’ll mention it to someone at the surgery or call 111 and ask if this is okay. Mind you, it did feel so cold this morning.

As I got with starting the updating of the Monday post, I had to return to the Porcelain Throne again. And, once more, it was an easy-pain-free evacuation. But I could sense that Harold’s Haemorrhoids were starting to sting, but had bled only a smidgeon, nothing much at all.

Back to the computerisationing. Achieved the goal of finishing it, and sent it off.

WD 0.25.0 I began to do this blog, and a third call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. This time, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were stinging away. Not surprisingly with so many visits being needed, this morning. I cleaned things and applied some of the Care relief cream, generously.

2Tue09WD 0.25.0 I was amazed at how the legs had become so much less fluid-filled suddenly. It baffled me! The pins were undoubtedly less-bloated now. I could tell because the knee-cap picture outlines, wrinkles, and warping had returned. Detail is being shown up more. And the spider veins could be seen much clearer, too. Also, one leg was showing as being fatter than the other again, now?

What’s going on here? Tsk!

Damned good job I’d forgot to take the medications when I did the Health Checks, or I would have taken a Furesomide, phew! So, I took the belated tablets and medicines next.

2Tue10Then went on the WordPress Reader.

WD 0.25.0 The intercom chimed up, it was the Morrison order that I’d forgotten all about coming, and did the shopping yesterday! Oy Vey, what a Klutz!

The kind lady put the bags inside for me.

I took them 2Tue10athrough to the bomb-site… I mean, kitchen, and started to sort them out and into wherever they would go, mostly on the floor with the other stuff I have not cleaned the cupboards for yet.

I now have got a never-before so cram-packed fridge and freezer!

I got back to the computer and doing this blog, and guess what?

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I pottered about getting the nibbles to take for the Sturmbannführeress Warden/Guards around 08:30hrs when I inquire about the leg ulcer appointment.

Back to doing this page.

I collected the nibble-treats and made way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Operations Bunker for the Keep our Hourly weekday buses running. Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents hut.

WD 0.25.0 Entering the shed door, I banged my left arm right where banged it yesterday on my tumble from the ladder. It is now worse than ever pain-wise, but I cannot see any bruising yet?  Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden/Guard Deana told me she had not heard anything from the Health Centre Leg Ulcer Clinic about the appointment yet. Shame. Still, the sourdough bread and nibbles were welcomed.

I took these photographs as I walked back to the flat.

 

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Going in I noticed that a machine was free in the laundry room. So I shot up (Not the best of choice of wording, Hehe!) Got the washing and back down to get the washer going.

2Tue12cWD 0.25.0 The feed drawers were covered with liquid soap, and the freshener drawer had soap powder caked on it, as well as the floor beneath (Right). I tried my best clean out the soap powder from the freshener tray, got most of it off.

I met Mary on her way out as  I returned to the flat. She still hadn’t when she can move into her new flat at Sneinton.

WD 0.25.0 Up and did some updating on this blog, then down to move the togs into the dryer. Elizabeth and Penny were in the lift when I went down. They were concerned with the high winds, as I was for them.

The filter was clogged up and not been2Tue12d emptied, so I did that. I was not up cleaning the floor or casing of the washer I’d used, but I wiped the drum and had another go at the caked-on soap powder on top of the machine and drawers again.

Back up the in the lift. Both were working today. When I got into the flat, I realise how few wee-wees I’d had up to now today.

The left lower arm, still showing no signs of bruising as far as I can see was now my main hassle ailment-wise. It hurts when I lift the limb up, lift anything (even a one-litre bottle of bleach) or stretch. I reckon its just bruising, but as I say, I can’t see any blue on the arm? Another 72 Woodthorpe Court mystery. 2Tue12eThat lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of outer space & the spacetime continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! Hahaha!

Typical, I just had another look when I typed the above. Looks like I was premature, I think a bruise is coming out now. Well, it’s only fair, if one has pain, it’s nice to see what it is causing it. Hehehe!

Please note the Charity-shop-bought £2 watch with the £10 strap now attached, has not been lost again.

Hello, sounds like the fire sprinkler blokes are working next door methinks, judging by the drilling noises. Knocking ones now. Then back to drilling.

Apart from the arm and swollen feet, I was feeling a little perkier now. So I went onto the Facebook page to update the picture albums and visit the TFZer site.

The sound of the workers has steadied up. The weather was now wet and windy. But it doesn’t stop the lads working outside!

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WD 0.25.0 Went to make a mug of tea. ‘Oh ‘eck!’ I was so involved in and enjoying doing the Facebooking, I forgot all about collecting the laundry! So, I sped along at my bestest rate down to the machine. As luck would have it, no one had wanted the machine. Phew! I folded the clothes and wiped the machine and emptied the filter, and back up to my mug of tea. En route, I cursed my stupidity, using self-reprimandical names, such as pillock, dim-witted schlub, twit, clot, Bozzo, Chaim-yankel, Idiot, fool, dunderhead, klutz imbecile, moron and nebekh. I’ll not mention the stronger words I called myself.

2Tue15aI got the clothes, there were not many of them, into the airing cupboard and topped the tea up with a drop of boiling water, and got back on the computer to update things.

The arm’s still stinging, but the legs seem to be thinning fluid-wise, although the joints are refusing to bend without giving me some stick? It’s all a mystery to me. I think it is to the medical people as well!

2Tue15I rubbed some pain-gel on the arm and took this picture. Showing Cavendish Rise, in the rain. I was somewhat satisfied with how this one came out.

Smug-Mode-Adopted. Hahaha!

Back to the Facebooking again. I enjoyed that. Better get my lamb hock in minted gravy in the oven, now.

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I served up the minted lamb-hock and mushrooms in baked beans. Some sourdough bread to go with it, and ate it all up. The lamb was not the best I’ve ever had, so only 6/10 for the taste-rating o this one.

Did the Health Checks. Very few wee-wees needed today, another mystery.

I got down on the £300 second-hand, rickety 2Tue22ci1968 recliner, and listened to some Acker Bilk and Ken Colyer jazz on CD.

Nodded off, and had a dream about an army in blue uniforms walking on water (The Channel?) firing at me, the only person on a beach. I had a pea-shooter and catapult; in which I was catapulting dried peas at the thousands of soldiers who were shooting muskets at me? I was hit hundreds of times and lost an arm. I can’t recall much then until it seems to me that the dream ended with the soldiers all around a ‘Pick-a-Duck’ for a prize stall, and I was running the place, and charging threepence a go?

I woke up with a start. The dream could not have lasted long, although much happened in it, cause the jazz CD as still coming through the headphones. I soon nodded off again.

Inchcock – Fri 7th December 2018: I had the dream of my life! City Centre Photographicalisations. Oh, and a bit more rain today, Tsk!

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Friday 7th December 2018

Tamil: வெள்ளிக்கிழமை 7 டிசம்பர் 2018

00:10hrs: I bestirred, the head full of memories of my hilarious nocturnal eidolons. Of course, these recollections soon faded into the ether, as is the necessary way with dreams. I fortunately had as I usually do, a notepad and pen on the Ottoman (formally known in this household as the Toe-Stubber, Hehe!) at the side of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner. The things I scribbled down, although mostly unreadable by the time I got around to creating this post, were invaluable as memory prompters.

My nighttime deleria seemed to have contained moments or incidents of hallucinations, all euphorically tempered, with such pleasure and contentment, like never before! I was able to think of things and people, and they appeared in front of me connected with my thoughts? I could float around, I think I was in a giant cave of some sort… people I’ve have known I had conversations that were all a joy to me… I did things I have not been able to do for donkey’s years in these visions. Suzanne, Dad and other people I worked with, were amongst the many visitors I summoned up. Without questions, this was one the most frolicsome, jovial, convivial and satisfying dreams I’d had, ever!

Aug18p06bWD0.0.128 Coping with the realisation that it was all phantasmagoric and illusory, brought down my dispositional status a tad. Tsk!

My minds thoughts were soon moved on from the daydreaming of my night’s ‘La La Land’ dreaming, onto my sudden and urgent need to remove my body from the recliner and get to the Porcelain Throne post haste! The evacuation went well, no bleeding or messy leaking for once. Got a rinse and because  I could see a couple of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles), I adopted my Seek & Destroy Mode, pocketed two cans of bug killer, and went on a reconnaissance and perlustration mission to assess the state and strength of the Weevil army this morning.

5Fri001WD0.0.128 I sprayed and searched each of the rooms, with odd results.

Only six of the beasts were found. But, they were all much bigger than usual. I made this picture of the prisoners and where they were found. The fact that they were well spread around the apartment indicated to this seasoned EIBWBBB Battling of buggers that they might be in the process of increasing their numbers? After I had got things sorted out an ready to start doing my Health Checks, I spotted dozens of tiny baby Weevils on the kitchen floor, underneath my medical stock cabinets. They are planning something, the devious little devils! Cunning Chicanery is afoot! I can sense it!

Took the morning medications and got the Health Checks completed.

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5Fri001bThe results were okay. Perhaps the Sys was a little high, but it’s been a lot worse.

With the INR level coming back as so high, I expect things like this to happen until the level comes back down to near normal.

This reminded me, I have to take care not to have any bangs, bruises or cuts, well, extra attention while the risk of bleeding so quickly is still lurking. Also, to wrap up well when I go out, cause with the blood so thin, I always feel the cold a lot more than usual. However, ailment-wise I cannot complain, though, this good day. Mentally is another questions. Hehehe!

I could hear what sounded like running water or steam escaping? I had a looked around, but found nothing that could be causing it. Opened the window, but it didn’t seem very windy, the rain was falling, yes, but unless it is pouring down I can’t hear it usually, and it seemed light?

I got on with updating the Thursday blog and got it posted off, all within three hours, which was not bad.

I got some of the soya lumps soaking in water with balsamic vinegar, to get ready for adding them to the crock-pot.

0530hrs: Made a start on this post then, got up to here and decided to update the Facebook photo albums and next on to the TFZer site.

0750hrs: Got the Facebooking finished. Phew!

5Fri006Wash the tea mug, and took a shot through the kitchen window, of the weather waiting for me outside. Oh, heck!

I checked the soya and added it to the mushrooms, turnip and black eye beans in the slow-cooker. Added some pork gravy granules and a drop more balsamic vinegar, oregano and onion salt. Set it on auto, put the lid on and hoped for the best, it would turn out okay later.

I poddled to get the ablutions done.

WD0.0.128 While I was shaving, a dirty great big EIBWBBB came out from behind the tap, and I felt he/she was mocking me, laughing at me! Probably an intelligence observer for the Weevil army? Foolishly I let to his get to me and took a quick swipe at the Weevil with the Bic throw away razor which was in my hand, and the plastic broke, sending the bladed end flying somewhere, I heard it bouncing, pinging off of things. But I still have yet to find it? I got another razor to replace it, but remain befuddled over two things, first the thing breaking in the first place, and secondly, where the hell did the ginormous Weevil get to? Oy Yey!

5Fri007All clean and freshened up, I took a recycling bag and two black waste bags with me. Dropped the trash down the chute, and tool the white bag down and out to the caretaker’s door.

The drizzle drizzled, as drizzle does, and I made my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus and Rumourmongering Clinic, Portakabin. There were several young men from Nottingham City Homes, preparing for the Question and Answer session later on. I recall thinking how sickening it was, the fact that each one was younger, fitter, better looking, taller, had hair and were smarter than I was. But the feeling faded later when I remembered they all had to work for a living! Hahaha!

The rain steadied down, and after a natter, laugh and found they liked my blog, I went out to join some other residents at the bus stop. Shirly, Mary and Big John with others. Cyndy and Margaret joined us later, but not in time for a natter, as the buses arrived.

5Fri007aWe were soon in town, and I dropped off to go to Batteryman stall on Clinton Street West.

WD0.0.128 I asked if he could change the battery and watch strap for me. Through gritted teeth, I got a muttered answer which I assumed was of a positive nature, as he put out his hand for me to give him my watch. He would not change the battery cause the watch was still going? I counted the time on the clock behind him, it took him 2m 10 seconds to put on the strap and ask me for £10. What a plonker I am! I just paid £10 for a watchstrap for my second-hand watch that cost me £2! Klutz!

5Fri08I went into the Poundland shop next to the stall. Came out with Mallard food, a pork pie, gloves, and a bobble cap.

I paid and made my way along Upper Parliament Street, where this chap reminded my of Candid Camera stunt played so many years ago. Funny how some things can trigger thoughts.

5Fri08aLike these Nottiinghamian pedestrians wandering uncaringly across the pelican lights (cross-walk in America, I think?).

These lights have to my knowledge, had five accidents at this junction in the last month. Tsk!

Still, must be expected I think. What with mobile phones being used, some people inebriated and Christmas shopping, I forecast 5Fri09many more traffic accidents again this month.

I turned into Clumber Street and fought my way through to the Sports Direct shop, intent on going upstairs to see if they had any suitable long sleeve shirts for me to buy.

A bit of good luck here, I went the right way through the displays for once and came across a selection of what had on the labels: Lee-C Crew Swtr SnC98 80% Off – £34.99 Now £6.99. I got carried away and bought six of them! The bags were getting heavier now, again, and the bank balance, lighter. Oy Vey!

I had a walk down to High Street. Went into the Exchange Shopping Arcade for a shortcut to keep out of the rain that had started. Again, some units had closed down. So sad. But as I spotted in a shop on the right, they were offering a Special Offer on some Doc Martin boots, a 10% discount for Students. Which meant that the Jaden Glitter boots at £159 could be had for only £146.10… no wonder shops are closing down. Tsk! But as you see, it’s not been busy for years!

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5Fri11Got the brolly up, and hobbled by the slab square with its numerous new food stalls and amusement, to the other Poundland shop. As the other one did not have any of the Ritz Salt & Vinegar thins in stock.

I came out with some unneeded stuff for the nibble box, and two packets of the Ritz Thins.

Paid at the self-serve tills, but the machine would not take my card. A lady came, and she could not get it to either. Eventually, after three more tries, it worked. I just hope I don’t find out I’ve paid three times?

5Fri12Back through the slab square, with its many Merry Nottinghamians, looking sour and glum as they realise the prices being asked by the stall holders, I think

The Ice Mountain, I found out, is only open at night when the lights and imitation snow show up well. Two runs down for £3 the poster said.

5Fri30Later on, I found a photograph on the Nottingham Post of a girl on the ride.

They call it a toboggan run.

She certainly seems to be enjoying it, bless her cotton socks.

 Time to catch the L9 bus now.

I managed to get my sev5Fri013erely obese body through the crowds of gay abandoned cheerful, happy  Nottinghamians, and up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop.

No one from the flats got on en route which is rare.

5Fri014As the bus went up Porchester Road before turning down Moore Road, I attempted to get some photographs of the multitude of houses and estates in the distance.

The first one I took came out with a blank background, not showing what I was looking at, at all. Grumph!

5Fri015The next effort was at the junction of Longbeck Avenue, but this was a little too far down, and I still missed the scenic view. Although if you look at some of the dwellings closely, they can be seen.

Still, not too bad cause the bus was moving and I was taking them through the windows.

If I can think of any more excuses, I’ll add them later. Haha!

Back at the flats, hellos, sarcasm’s, insults and laughs were shared with some of the residents getting on, as I got off of the bus.

I took three photographs of Winwood Heights in the gloomy weather. Winchester Court, the unnamed new Extra Care block being built and my beloved Woodthorpe Court.

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I got in and put the purchases away. Had an SSWW. I did the Health Checks and medication taking.

A quick EIBWBBB check produced two in the wet room and one in the kitchen. What’re their tactics? Plans?

Checked the crock-pot with the soya, mushrooms and turnips coming along nicely. Going to have a few chips with this stew (or whatever it should be called?)  methinks.

Updated this blog to here, and updated the Facebook photo albums.

Got the last Health Checks done, and the nosh prepared.

I tried the soya chunks, seasoned with balsamic vinegar and pork gravy, with mushrooms. Black eye beans and turnips. I added tomato puree and oregano.

5Fri32No idea what it will be like, but here goes.

Got it served up. I shall not bother with having the soya again I think. It was bland tasting despite the flavourings I’d thrown at it. Although it was inspired by Jenny’s chilli, it lacked her skills in cooking. Tsk!

Everything else made up for the soya failure, the beans, mushrooms and turnips came out delicately flavoursome. 

5Fri34As I washed the pots, the darkness lifted outside for a while, and I could not resist trying to get a shot of the houses and dwellings in front of the flats.

They look almost like they are modelled miniatures houses, do you think?

I did the Health Checks, imbibed the medications and rubbed in the creams and lotions. And off for an SSWW to the wet room

WD0.0.128 Where I trod on the previously magically-disappeared broken-off bit of the Bic razor! A spot of luck though, all the same, no bleeding caused! Just a painful welt. Oy Vey!

5Fri33Took me while sort myself out, then back to the kitchen.

Where I found the lighting had changed dramatically. Suddenly it had gone all dark and foreboding.

I got settled into my £300 second-hand rusty tattered recliner. With the intentions of watching some TV programmes that looked to be of interest.

Hehehe! Zzzzzz!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 13th February 2018:

Tuesday 13th February 2018

Punjabi: ਮੰਗਲਵਾਰ 13 ਫਰਵਰੀ 2018

0005hrs: Woke with feelings of depression and gloom. Resignation and submission to both of them were predominant. I assume whatever I was dreaming of, must have been of a saddening, and disheartening theme. For a few moments, I suffered oneirataxia in my efforts to gain some perception, control and understanding of the morning thoughts. Confusion reigned within the grey-cell tomb.

The bottle of clementine juice had not been touched, there it was, with an empty chocolate bar and cheesy curl wrappers on the Ottoman. Tackling the task of my emerging unharmed and with as little pain as possible from the £300 second-hand recliner, I noticed the total absence of any pain whatsoever from Hippy Hilda. Worth mentioning this, being such a welcome rarity.  No visit from Dizzy Dennis either, as I made my way to the wetroom for a wee-wee, no toe stubbing too! The head was clearing and slowly regaining its standard semi-awareness mode.

Into the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks.

Had to divert back to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne visit. I’m afraid it was a messy slush-kerplunk session, and much cleaning-up required attending to afterwards. Although, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were bleeding. But, not doing so overly-much today.

Back to the Kitchen to take the medications. I got the Beta-Blocker tablet stuck in a hole in a tooth and had a job to get the little monkey out before he’d dissolved almost completely. It tasted horrible and bitter. Tsk! Eurgh!

I took a photographicalisation of the cars below by hanging out of the window. They looked all neat this morning. All driven in nose first of course. Making getting out more dangerous and difficult I thought.

I took this photograph using a different mode. Nighttime. It gave me an option of 15, 30 or 60 seconds to select. No idea what I was doing, I chose the 15 seconds one. It scrolled through a countdown, then started another one of the same duration. Luckily I had no shakes at the time and held the camera steady throughout. But the result looked no different to a standard shot to me? (Other than it was not raining. Hehe!)

Onto the computer. Updated the therapeutic dosage and Health Check Results for this cold February morning

Downloaded the pictures from yesterday and started this diary off up to here. Then started to update and finalise the Monday post.

Started this one going up to here.

Took the black bags of rubbish to the chute, put the two recycling bottles in the bag so as not to forget them again. Then did the ablutions.

Set out on my trip to get some Pork Farms pies and bread from town. If I remember I’ll have a look at the Afghan blokes stall on the market. To see if he has any 28″ leg 44″ waist trousers on sale.

As I passed the centre gate on the building compound, I tried to get a decent shot of the progress being made on the new flats. You know the ones, them that will be tenanted by new residents. Younger residents, married people, 50-year-old whippersnappers in nappies… But I welcome them in their brand-new low-rise, closer to the amenities, warmer than our old 1964 built high-rise ones, that are further from the newly placed bus-stop than their brand new, cheaper to heat apartments are. It doesn’t bother me, best of luck them I say… through gritted teeth! Only joking really folks. I’m more than happy here with Noisy Herbert above and being woke up every night by the six times visited to mend Nottingham City Home experts to put right the false alarms on the Strobe and Pillow shaker Fire Alarms.

Half-way down Chestnut Walk and I remembered about the recycling bottles, so went back and deposited them in the appropriate bin.

To the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Temporary Shed and found a few residents inside keeping out of the drizzle while waiting for the bus. I had a laugh or two. Then got told-off for forgetting my hearing aids. Hehe! Out and caught the L9 to town.

Dropped off in a Wet but warm Nottingham and hobbled to the Poundland Shop on Upper Parliament Street. Where they had no pies in stock.

So I departed and went across the road and into the Victoria Shopping Centre, up the escalator and into the market, straight to Altaf’s stall. Ended up buying two pairs of trousers from him, for £19.50. Can’t complain about that price.

Took a walk around the few stalls that were open, and bought a sliced loaf from the Continental meat stall.

Then down the moving staircase and out facing Clumber Street.

I was surprised at how few Nottinghamian pedestrians were about on this usually busy street. I walked through and around the back of the Council House onto South Parade, where the trams run.

Again it caught me, the fact that so few people were out and about.

I wondered if there had been a purge on shoplifters, perhaps, and that had discouraged the Nottinghamians and encouraged them to shoplift elsewhere for a change?

Even the two tram platforms seemed somewhat bereft of life?

As I walked by Exchange Walk, I saw a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist tear don it, weaving speedily between the people, so close I was surprised the idiot didn’t hit somebody. Very unfortunately, he is hidden in the photo between his victims! Tsk!

I walked along to the end of South Parade and left into Lister Gate… or is that Fletcher Gate? Hang on I’ll check, I like to be accurate you know… I’ve reviewed on the map; It’s Wheeler Gate. (Coy mode adopted, Ahem!)

Went into the PoundWorld shop on there and had a poddle around. They too had no Pork Farm Pork Pies. I’ve just got the receipt out to tell you what I purchased and realised it was Poundland, not Pound World. Not doing very well today, am I? Humph! Anyway, I got two tins of hot dog sausages, Wagon Wheels for the nibbles, two tins of beef in gravy, Two Zoflora Citrus disinfectants and a body spray aerosol.

To the self-serve checkout and had to call the assistant five times. She was not happy with me, I could tell. The tutting, looking up at the sky each time she approached me and the look she gave me when I departed; that said “Thank heavens he’s gone”, gave it away. Hahaha!

IT must have been pelting down with rain while I was in the shop. Cause all the pavements were wet. I worked that out on my own yer know, oh yes!

Up to the Slab Square and walked over and up Queen Street to the L9 buses shelter. Got there just in time too.

It came over all dark, and the rain hammered it down for only about two minutes, then it brightened up again.

The bus late, but this one always is for some reason, so I wasn’t bothered.

The feet were hurting now.

As the bus passed the end of Clumber Street, I tried to take this photo as the rain began again and we passed by.

Again, not so many folks as usual.

The bus arrived at the flats, thanks to the driver’s skill in getting through the narrowest of gaps between the lorries at the builder’s site on Sherwood Mount. Bless him!

To the end of the walk to the Woodthorpe block of flats. As I took this photograph, two things of interest took place. One: I ricked my neck and Two: the rain belted down! Hehehe!

I got int the apartment to be greeted by Herbert above with clanks, clunks and bangs, that lasted for an hour or two.

I hung the trews up and put the food away. Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Got the oven heating up ready for the chips later. Poured a glass of Clementine juice and got the computer on and updated this post.

Herbert was having a good bash about still. Noisy even for him. I wondered if he might have workmen in doing something?

A letter arrived via Nottingham City Homes.

More Hassle. The Council, will be holding an event at each block of Council flats? To answer questions on the new sprinkler system being installed. They will carry out audible tests on the fire alarm in each flat. This might be interesting with the none-working Strobe Alarm and pillow shaker alarm? They also carry out the yearly tenant checks. They will let us know the date later.

I don’t suppose Herbert will be kind enough to be as noisy as he is today when they visit?

Put the chips in the oven and got the other bits ready. Only having chips and sausages this time, and make sandwiches of them as I gobble them up with some sauce, methinks.

Feeling tired now.

The meal was enjoyed muchly. The balsamic vinegar in the sausages made them taste tangy.

Herbert above was now making moving furniture type noises.

Got the pots washed up and made a note to remind me of the INR Warfarin Blood Test in the morning.

Hung it on the TV screen.

Got two packets of cheesy curls and a mug of clementine juice on the Ottoman.

Settled in the £300 second-hand recliner and drifted off without any delay or altercations.

Woke with a start ten-minutes later, really believing I had died and was nipping back down to collect my hearing aids and they had exploded when I picked them up. Obviously a dream of some sort, and I’d plainly had a moment of oneirataxia, for I was sure it was happening and even looked for burns on my hands to assure myself it was a fantasy come nightmare. I also had to smile at my momentary aberration.

Amazingly, I nodded off again within minutes, even though I think the grey-cells were fired-up and confusing any logical thoughts in there. Amongst the cock-eyed, fallacious, implausible meanderings.

Inchcocks Christmas Day morning Dream

Inchcocks Christmas Day morning Dream

How this brewed in my brain is beyond me, I say,

I was cruel and ungiving, as I chose who should go, and who should stay,

I was the Party Pooper,

How low I had stooped,

Ruining the little ones fun,

I even had with me, a stun gun,

Hidden on the end of my walking stick,

Now the brain plays on me this terrible trick!

I used to cope with the many ailments I had,

I’m going bonkers now, that I find sad,

Will the NHS help with this going Mad?

I’m getting accustomed to it, in later years,

It no longer holds over me such worries and fears,

For I forget things so often, and of that, I’m glad!

Composed and published in Support of others going senile, who used to be able to control their bodies and minds, and like me, accept things as they are, despite the noisy git living in the flat above them!