Inchcock Today – Frid 6 Mar 2020: Plans seemed to get snafued today!

2020 Mar 06

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Friday 6th March 2020

Telugu: శుక్రవారం 6 మార్చి 2020

000 Mar 06

GM 90.0.001:30hrs: I woke worryingly wanting a wee-wee. Wrestled myself free of the £300 second-hand, c1968, uncomfortable, not-working, recliner. Got the walking stick, no time to get my balance correctly this morning, so urgent was the needs of the bladder! I made for the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). And got a bit of a shock when the release began flowing; First, the colour was virtually transparent, these came like this for hours afterwards, likely on average about four an hour!

5Fri10WD 100.20.0 To the kitchen, via various obstacles in my path. Yes, I think I must have been doing some nocturnal-wanderings? DVD’s had fallen or been taken off of the case, and were scattered around on the floor. The Ottoman had had many items knocked off of it; Bottle of spring water, olive-oil bottle, a tube of Germolene cream and a suspicious empty Marmite Crisps bag. The airer was partly tipped over, leaning against the recliner back.

WD 100.20.0 Had I also been on a Nocturnal-nibbling rampage? I know that the night before last, I didn’t have a meal at all, and yesterevening, with the TV problems and my allowing the food to go cold, I didn’t eat much, but surely I wouldn’t nibble crisps? Not in my new determined-to-lose-weight and some stomach-flab mode? As I got the picker-upper to retrieve the items, I feared what I might find in the kitchen. Tentatively, I hobbled into the kitchen and had a look around. All seemed the same as I left it? No signs of raided fridge or cupboards, crumbs or food preparationings. Phew! 

WD 100.20.0 I got the kettle on, took the medications and found that I had not taken last nights! Grrr! Idiot! So I took them and left the morning ones until later. Made a brew of Glenghettie Gold tea, and another wee-wee. (Let’s take it that I kept on with SSP wee-wees for the nest four, no six hours!) All this use of Little Inchie had caused me to fear that the Fungal Lesion might start bleeding, but no! Great!

WD 100.20.0 I got the computer on, Hogwashniggles, harrumph and Globdogerisations! Instant hatred for Mr (Tosspot) Fries, and stabbing pains from Duodenal Donald!

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I checked on Google to see if any problems, or rather, what the problems were!

5Fri01

The lying swine at Liberty-Global said on the site in reply to the many pissed-off Nottinghamian customers, My additions in deep red:

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Then I went on Virgin’s web-site Service Problems site and got the above message. Please note, how can we idiot customers expect a half-decent service, from a company that employs people who cannot event spell Virgin correctly (First word of message = Virin!) Liberty-Global, who own it, are an incompetent, uncaring, pecuniary-mad, lying company.

Vir LibGlobBy gum, I feel better for that!

I tried the resetting, then turned everything off the on again. Sender turned off, on, and rebooted again. Eventually, I got a connection of sorts, very unsteady. It still kept on going down repeatedly for hours, for periods of a few seconds to five-minutes, Eurgh!

This caused, what ought to have been at maximum, a couple of hours work to get the blog updated, to turn into a marathon of six-hours! Thank you, Mr Steven (I couldn’t give a toss – I get paid millions of dollars salary) Fries. 

The internet got to stop going off-line. No, honestly! It was still slow, mind!

I put some pictures on Pinterest. Made a brew of Glenghettie, wee-wee’d, and went on the TFZer Facebooking. Then updating the post. Started this one going.

5Fri09Time to get the ablutionalisationing done. Worra session it was! Can’t grasp it yet how it went. Dropsies, so few. One cut shaving. No shelve clearing, toe-stubbing or knocks. Even the sock-glide battle was a victory! And, as for the pins (legs), apart from the hairs suddenly going invisible, they looked like any ordinary person’s pins, they even had more colour this morning!

Got ready for going out to get the fresh vegetables from Sainsbury’s. Dropped off some no-longer-needed sugary-foods at the ILC’s office, only the one of the three in today, I found out later.

5Fri11WD 100.20.0 Coming out of the office, Dizzy Dennis dawned. Can’t remember a sausage until I was on the bus going to Arnold, with the crossword book in my hand. And two bus stops away from the store! Put away the book, alighted thanking the driver, and into the shop’s car park through to the entrance. The sunshine had actually got a little warmth in it!

I was fully with-it, well, my faculties were returning. No aches or pains apart from the usual Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley (A bit embarrassing and funny-looks-attracting from customers and staff members in the store, Humph!), Arthur Itis, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failure, and Duodenal Donald. I was free of the attentions of Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Saccades Sandra, Stuttering Stephany, Flatulent Frank, Harold Haemorrhoids, and Kidney-Pain Kevin. I went the entire day, without a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, as well!

Things were going well as I entered the store. (Apart from there being no hand-baskets available) I went to the checkouts to get a shopping basket, but no problem really, I was so pleased that I could get about so much easier today, took my time though.

I struggled with the high shelves in the green-fruit department, getting the chestnut mushrooms. The shelves on the tinned and dry goods shelves are much worse, but I didn’t need any of them this time, I was on a fresh-food mission.

I got some vegetables. Tomatoes, Vittoria and black Ladecia ones. The chestnut mushrooms. Two tiny turnips. Some small parsnips for baking. Seafood sticks, Surimi Royal. A packet of Mushroom pate, Milk Roll loaf, and Turkey BBQ chunks. Down to the other end of the shop[, where I got a bottle of washing-up liquid, then to the freezers for a packet of sweet potato fries. Paid at the self-serve tills. Much to the frustration of the poor souls waiting behind me, as I was suffered a Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failure moments, thus many things were dropped, and it was a struggle to get down and up to retrieve them. I did turn and apologise to the people.

5Fri12Out to the bus stop. Stopping at a bench, to make sure that I had got everything with me from the tills, and go through the till receipt, I pressed the option to get. All looked fine, and with so little fooder, I only needed the one shopping bag. So I transferred the heavy stuff to the basket top, with the lighter fodder in the carrier on the handlebars.

5Fri13As I checked the timing board sign, I got a feeling that told me I was in for another spell of ‘Out-of-it-ness’. I cannot explain how this sense works or comes from, but it might have been the EQ?

5Fri14Shaking -Shoulder-Shirley kicked off again as I got to the shelter. So I stood behind at the back of the bus stop, as there were a few folks in there waiting, and I didn’t want to disturb them with Shirley’s antics or feel and look like someone with St Vitus (Sydenham’s chorea).

Ten-minutes or so later, Nicodemuses neurotransmitters started working again. At the same time, I felt my concentration going adrift. As the others caught various buses and the shelter empties, I moved in to await the L9’s arrival.

WD 100.20.0 I got settled in the corner on a side-saddle seat. The vagueness of the recollections of the journey now annoyed me. I’m sure I had a chinwag with someone on the bus en route. The next thing I remember correctly was getting off at Winwood Heights, with someone from the bus walking ahead of me at speed into the distance. From here on, things remained more or less rememberable. I did mention this problem to the Doctor, but can’t recall what she said about it?

I walked through to Winwood to Woodthorpe Court, and up to the apartment. Feeling oddly enough, in fine form.

5Fri15Things were put away in the fridge, the sweet potato chips in the freezer. And I set about doing the meal, the healthier meal (I hoped).

I got down in the £30 second-hand, rickety, non-working recliner with the tray of fodder.

WD 100.20.0 Globderations! The mobile phone burst into life. I struggled out of the recliner, clouting my ankle on the computer chair leg on the way to get to the telephone that was in the corner charging-up. It was a recorded message that I could not hear a word of. When it ended, I tried to find a way of finding out who it came from, but could not. Was it the Ingeus people about the diabetes course? Had they got me an appointment?

5Fri017WD 100.20.0 02.40hrs: My only option now was to get dressed and go down to the ILC wardens office and ask for help with the phone and beg one of them to call back if it was Ingeus. I fumbled about getting the day clothes and shoes back on. So I dressed and got the walker-guide and limped down through the link passage to the Warden’s Office in Winwood Court. But it was locked up. (Why do these things always happen to me when there is no help available? Flanglemanglingly-Frenetically-Frustrating!) Disappointed, with my spirits lowered, I moped my way back to the flat, with the odious and challenging task of my having to phone Ingeus to find out if it was them or not.

Back to the flat, and reluctantly knocked on Malcolm’s door to see if he knew how I could get the caller who made the recorded call I could not hear earlier. (I hate bothering people) Nope, so back in the flat. Sorry for intruding asking for help, Malcolm, I’ll not do it again!

WD 100.20.0 I got the paperwork for the diabetes place and had to ring their Birmingham number. (At what cost I don’t know?) I got the auto-option choices that I could not decipher at all, so like last week, I pressed ‘One.’ Got some canned music for a bit, then a lady answered. I could only make out 50% of what she was saying. Again, like the bloke last week, she left me waiting while she looked up my details after confirming the name. DOB, address, etc. She returned, and I had to ask her to speak slower, please, but it didn’t really help. She gave the same spiel as the bloke lat time.

5Fri018Last week’s offer of a Top Valley venue that I explained last time was too far and time-consuming for me. Then told her of my mobility and health problems (All repeated as the previous week). She departed again for a minute or two. Returned with an offer of at Rise Park Community Centre for the course. I explained again, this would involve four bus trips for me, just like Top Valley, but even further away. She said, if it is not suitable, all we can do is return your doctors referral. Agion, I was told to ring back in a week’s time! I think it best if I just don’t bother. I’ll use the internet (If it works) and find out for myself what needs doing and actions need taking. The unhelpful, non-information-digesting, Ingeus can take a hike! I’ll not ring them again; it’s cost me enough in phoning Birmingham four times already, getting negative responses, lack of sympathy and understanding, pachydermatous advice, and robots. Along with veiled threats when they cannot find a solution! (All we can do is return your Doctors Referral) Spitworthy!

5Fri16WD 100.20.0 The meal ended up, yet again in the bin! I tried to eat a bit of the dinner, but I was not in a mood for eating at all after the Ingeus farce! I had an unhealthy bag of Marmite crisps and dished what was left of the meal.

I’m well pee’d-off now! Once again, sleep took its time coming.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 24th December 2019: Trousers split, almost lethal trip to get some more. Hehe!

1 Dec 24

2019 ttDec 24

24th December 2019

Finnish: 24 Joulukuuta 2019

01Dec 24

22:35hrs: I woke full of guilt at letting down the sweet phlebotomy nurse, Christina, yesterday. I continue not liking myself this morning. Grumph!

I was forced to rise out of the c1968, second-hand, nauseously-beige-coloured, rickety recliner, to make my way to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), for a weak, SS (Short-Sprinkly) wee-wee. As it ended, the sudden urgent demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I grabbed the stick and hastened to the wet room. By Jiminy, it was a close call again! But, the evacuation, although it was a tad painful and quick, it wasn’t messy at all, just a few smatterings of blood. Just about what I deserved with my messing Christina about, I thought.

I took both sets of medications, being as I had yet again forgotten to take last night’s. Humph!

WD 150.0.0 With a determination, I set about updating the Monday post. I had an idea for a stand-alone post on the Nottingham Street Art I’d pictured yesterday, so meant to get on quickly… but:

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After a long time. I don’t think I got it back on; it returned of its own accord. I typed as fast as my ailments would allow me to…

WD 150.0.0 But:

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I was getting frustrated now. So did some CorelDrawing. Then the internet returned. Phew! I got on and finally finished the post and got it sent off. Finally making a start on the new post

Then: WD 150.0.0

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When Mr (well paid) Fries, Liberty-Global Virgin Media came back on a long time later, it was super fast! For about ten minutes! Then I went back to its struggling to keep up!

I pressed on with the photo-funny comment blog. Gawd, it took me hours and hours to get done! But I got there.

2Tue01It was time to get the ablutions done. I had to get them done earlier than usual, in case the Angel nurse Christina came again, I pray she does. Off to the wet room, then.

But I got sidelined when I took the mug to the kitchen for cleaning, and I got carried away doing the handwashing first. The jammie bottoms, socks and a long-sleeved shirt. I anticipate that the jammie bottom should be dry enough to be moved onto one of the airers by about February next year. Huh! The right hand has lost a lot of strength since the onset of the peripheral neuropathy, then and the stroke. I did my bestest to wring them out, I was not very successful. Still, I don’t think it makes anything worst by trying. That bit of effort I make, might even be slowing things down on the idiopathic neurotransmitter problem?

WD 150.0.0 Well, that was totally different from the last session. I knocked the stuff off of the floor cabinets again, so many things went on the floor! Two little knicks shaving, dropped the toothbrush, carbolic soap several times, the flannel, the shower-head, and all bar fell over getting the trousers on! The sock-glide battle ended up with me getting a few bruises. Pee’d-off Mode Adopted!

2Tue02WD 150.0.0 I took a photo of my legs, and cannot find the lens cover anywhere now! Still, at least the pins are looking a bit betterer this morning. Arthur Itis. Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry, Shaking Shaun, Back-Pain-Brenda, and even Saccades Sandra and her oculomotor dysfunction are all being kind to me. Anne Gyna and Dennis are making up for the inactivity of the others, mind. Tsk!

WD 150.0.0 Then I ripped my trousers when I bent down to put the slippers on! Gawd, Blimey!

I began to update this post. 10:25hrs now, no sign of the Blood Angel. So it looks like I’m in trouble again. Oh, dear!

I visited the WordPress Reader. Had to stop when the intercom chimed up. A male nurse had come to take my blood. I didn’t need my EQ to tell me he was not happy. He tooketh the haemoglobin, and I offered him a drinky for Christmas. He chose a Whisky & Coke, half-smiled, wished me happy Christmas and was off. 

I got the things ready to catch the bus to town, to get some replacement trousers.

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I didn’t realise it then, but I do now,

I’d forgotten to put the camera in my pocket,

When it dawned, I said Crap and Holy Cow!

How do I get through life? But I stumble through, somehow!

I made my way down and dropped off the bags in the chute en route, and saw the Caretaker Stewart and had a quick natter. Then, along the link-corridor to the warmer Winwood Court lobby and through to the big social room

Where I bumped into Nottingham City Home’s Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/Catwalk-Model, Angela Gould, who twinkled her eyes at me, told me off about something or other, then waltzed away with a taller, younger, better-looking, fitter, cleverer, educated, richer, confident, had his own hair and a full set of teeth, bloke. Who was not wearing hearing aids and could walk without medical aids. Humph! Spit! Hehe!

Spoke with John-Herbert, then made my way out to the bus stop. Mary-Jean, Chrissie, May and many other tenants were gathered, and I had a listen to the gossip and handed out the nibbles. Getting on the L9 to town, and getting out the crossword book after depositing my bottom in a side-saddle seat.

As we arrived in town, I realised that I had not got my camera with me. Crap and Holy Cow! What a pitifully-inadequate, imbecilic, dotty, docile, memory-challenged toss-pot!

WDP 003hWD 150.0.0 I went into the battle-ground known as the Poundsaver Store. I was battered and barged, trod on, shoulder-charged walked into, and nearly knocked over a few times, as the gentle Nottinghamian’s around, cursed and fought each other to get things from the half-empty shelves. It was a shame I went in really. If I had not torn my trews earlier, I would not be in town now! Grumph!

WDPh 01WD 150.0.0 I got to the self-serve tills and came out with various things. Dettol, more Toffifees, Ginster Beef pattie, some eau de cologne, smoked almonds, woolly-bob-caps and orange digestive biscuits. I paid up in cash after the machine refused to accept my card!

I was so annoyed with myself as I saw endless photographicalisationing opportunities I could not respond to, on my way into the Victoria Centre, where the Salvation Army Band were giving it some stick with the Christmas tunes. I risked life and limb to get to the lift to go up to the Victoria Market. The elevator cage went between the first floor, down to the Market level, ground floor (where I was), and down to the car park below. The first few times it came, it was cram-packed and I just waited patiently, while having my ankles repeatedly clouted by pram wheels from behind. Eventually, I got in the cage. But had to up to the 2nd level, all the way down to the car park, and back up where I started, the ground floor, then down to the car park again, and finally to the market level. As I got out, I left to Tut-tutting, and a loudly spoken, ‘Old folks with walkers shouldn’t be let in when it’s so busy” for some unknown reason?

WDP 10LWD 150.0.0 I hobbled to Abdhul’s stall to get my trews. But it was all abandoned now in there, many stalls emptied out. So sad. Abdul looked lonely and depressed when I arrived. And, he only had two pairs of trousers in my size! I’ve used this stall for years, and most trips he would offer a choice of five or six pairs, if not more for me to choose from. Sad times for the lad. I bought them, despite the grotty colours, and then repeated the farce to get back down in the elevator. Shame I can’t manage the escalator nowadays. This time a lady helped me sort out which floor I was on, I had to laugh at my own confusion.

I got to Queen Street and met a lady from our beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! That frequently has only one lift working, most taps are leaking, toilets that take well over an hour to refill after being flushed, blocked wet room drains, windows that are lethal to open, a fire alarm only 50% of residents can hear... oh, I got carried away there, sorry!

The lady and I had a sort of chinwag as best we could en route home. (Hearing problems!) I’ve spoken with the lady a few times. She is a classy woman, and so nice natured and puts up with me well. We exchanged seasonal greetings, as I left the lift.

2Tue03Got in the apartment and got the things out of the bag and carrier.

I hung the trews up in the window to decrease them a little and added the hand-washed shirt from earlier, which was dry enough to start airing.

2Tue02aThe earlier handwashing was not ready, not dry enough yet to move over the radiator. Especially the jammie bottoms.

I got the oven heating up for the beef pastie and chips to be cooked.

Had a look at the TV schedule, and found some 2Tue06things I fancied viewing.

WDP 10R02LWD 150.0.0 When the kiln had reached 220° I put the McCain original oven chips in to cook. As you can see, there was the odd blighted chip, that needed removing first. I went through the remaining chips in the bag afterwards and found a dozen more of them. As the McCain advert says: ‘It’s no wonder they’re often called the perfect teatime chip’ Hmm? I  wonder if Liberty-Global Virgin Media are connected with McCains? They both might be competition to tell the biggest lies in their adverts? They’ll have to go some to beat Liberty-Global, they are as good as politicians at dishonest, deceitful, false claims!

2Tue04aWDP 13dLA proper feast this meal was. Beef pastie, tomatoes, beetroot and a portion of McCain’s blight removed chips. With caramelised onion chutney, wholemeal bread thins and some German smoked Bavarian ham that was just out of date, but tasted fine. Some fresh orange juice for afters. Flavour Rating: 8.4/10, super!

I washed the dishes, had a weak wee-wee, and got down in time to watch the Tremors ‘5’ film, that I had not seen before. The earlier ones I found hilarious, even though they were not meant to be comedies methinks.

The first set of advertisements came on, and I drifted off. Humph! I wanted to watch that one as well! Sulk-Mode-Instigated!

Inchcock’s wobble to Nottingham, in the rain. Wet-through, Water-logged, and Wringing-wet. Hey-Ho!

Inchcock’s wobble to Nottingham, in the rain

5Fri08

Got off the bus with some help from a stranger, walked down to town,

Galloping Horses were swirling or spinning around,

But no one riding on them, I found,

Damned shakes, I dropped the flipping camera on the ground,

Retrieved it painfully, and took some more shots from around.

5Fri09The overcharging food stalls, cooking their repast,

As Nottinghamian’s, just strolled past.

5Fri11The Nottingham Slab Square, It’s always there, It looked a right mess, to be fair!

5Fri12Off I plodded, to the Poundland Shop, 

T’was only a short little hop,

In search of drain unblocker and other codswallop!

5Fri13I entered the premises, soaking wet,

I bought too much stuff again, not to fret,

I still had a little money left yet,

I gave the helpful lady, a thank you, she is a pet,

And gave her a can of Gin & Tonic!

5Fri14Paid-up, and out into the rain again,

Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were giving me a little pain,

Determined, to resist depression,

Mind you, I had indigestion,

And a slightly confused brain!

5Fri16On to South Parade,

Dizzy Dennis visited, unwanted,

So, progress was delayed,

He soon dissipated,

I was glad but amazed!

5Fri017I took a photo, down Exchange Walk,

Not many folks having a talk on their phone?

People all around, yet I felt so alone,

Chewing gum littered where the folks walked.

5Fri019aI hobbled, struggling with the three-wheeled trolly-guide,

Through the Exchange arcade,

And out the other side,

For these stallholders, I’m afraid,

Not much money will be made!

5Fri20King Street in the rain, showed another Council pain,

Yes, chewing gum on the pavement again!

I bet they don’t have this trouble in Bahrain,

I view ditching gum on the floor, with disdain!

5Fri22

5Fri23I crossed to the other side of Long Row,

Got under alcove-cover to take these, don’t you know,

The only permanent retailer was busy serving, on the go,

The folks in the rain, well, it’s better than snow!

5Fri24I was well wet, and a little cold,

Not good for me, now I’m getting old,

Good job I’d had my flu jab, the anticold,

Despite the rain, I had to be bold,

So I dashed, wobblingly, to the bus stop, wet and cold!

5Fri25T’was bleak on Queen Street, waiting for the L9,

5Fri26And the hands didn’t look very fine!

It didn’t look like it was mine,

But I mustn’t whine,

I mused of things like Mnemosyne,

Then took a moody picture, it came out fine!

5Fri27The bus arrived, and it brought on a smile,

It’s coming eased my cold and chagrin,

I went to get on, missed the step by a mile,

A bloke picked me and the trolley up, and helped us in,

I was alright after a while,

But this trip out, left me needing Codeine and Amoxicillin!

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

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Saturday 5th October 2019

Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 5 Dàmhair 2019r

6Sat03

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

I extracted the lumbering flabby body from the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Had another USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee.

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

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

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

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

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

6Sat05

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TTFNski!

Inchcock Today – Sat 30 Mar 2019: Repeated Porcelain Throne visits – all day long. Tsk!

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2019 Mar 30

Saturday 30th March 2019

שבת 30 מערץ 2019Yiddish

01:15hrs. I woke with the occasion implosion – followed an explosion, from within the catacombs of my innards. “Ah, I thought, at last, a possible successful evacuation is building up. I felt quite smug at my ploy of having the chilli meal last night, in support of the many failed Senna tablets! I slowly began to move the joints and limbs of my overly-stomach-burdened body. Anny Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry, Kidneys Kevin and so on; all seemed in a good mood with me!

A cracking rumble from the innards, encourage me to evacuate the rickety, now working again £300, ci 1968 second-hand recliner with all the haste I could muster! Off to the wet room, and onto the Porcelain Throne.

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Things began to move, as soon as I sat down. But, so slowly and painfully. I’ve often referred to such evacuation contents as torpedo-like in the past. This morning’s agony-ridden description would be Submarine-like! How my five-foot long canal from the end of the small intestines to my rear-end evacuation point the last part of the digestive system stayed undamaged amazed me. How it was not torn-open, and how such a mass of that size got through my tubes, I just don’t know!

After I had recovered from the shock and suffering, another thing puzzled me; How the heck did the plumbing manage to get all that down to the sewers?  The best part of the whole episode was that I did not see a single speck of blood anywhere during or after the procedure. I was a bit nervous after cleaning up and going to make a mug of tea, as I found that wind was escaping of its own accord, for several minutes. I assumed this was my innards, either celebrating getting rid of or preparing for the next dollop brewing up. Hehehe! 

6Sat02* Got the Health Checks done.

Sys 138, Dia 68, Pulse 86 and Temperature 34.5°, all looking good methinks.

I got the computer on and started on this blog creation. Made up the days Thought Graphic, and had a DTAAD (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) wee-wee. With sharp involuntary bursts of what sounded like a two-stroke engine from the rear-end, bursting forth, and painful they all were too!

I got far as here on this page and realised I had not updated yesterday’s blog yet, let alone sent it off. So, I got in with doing that. Klutz!

WD 0.100.255 *(Things are told in the following paragraph, just how they were. If you are hesitant to read of such activities, please move down to the next section, thank you). This did not last long, for another Porcelain Throne visit was demanded! This evacuation was nowhere near as painful as the first one, thank heavens. But it did start Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding and stinging badly. The volume was much less but messier.  It took an inordinately long time to clean up afterwards.

04:15hrs, I finally got the Friday blog finished and sent off to WordPress. Phew! 

WD 0.100.255 Things were beginning to get active still. The unstoppable aromaless ‘phut-phut-eeck’ winds were escaping with worrying regularity. The innards are now contumacious and bubbling. They are really going to work on giving me some discomfort! I don’t want to sound like an alter-cocker, but several areas of my insides, seem to become more active and harmful, at the same time? And the wee-wees are starting again, albeit they are of the DTAAD (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) style wee-wee.

2016-06-14 11.28.23I suppose I should have expected some discomfort, pains, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops like this to arrive this morning. After over 44hrs without a Porcelain Visit. The fun and pleasure of Sister Jane and Pete visiting me yesterday, and the good night’s sleep. With my luck and record, it is no surprise to me that with my terrible ill-fated fortuity, there is always the expectancy of a cataclysm, calamity, affliction, catastrophe and or disaster around the corner to suffer. No doubt, they were divined and retributed for me by the Greek Goddess of lousy luck, Tyche, bless her. In repayment of my recent bit of good luck, (For one-and-a-half hours yesterday; Jane & Pete’s visit) and as a lesson for me not to get expectant or hopeful of anything nice, prosperousness or pleasant happening to me, really. ‘Self-Pity and Sorry-for-Myself mode engaged. Hehehe!

6Sat03I went to make a brew of tea, and to take the belated medications that I forgot to eat earlier. (Twit!) I had an extra Omeprazole and Ramipril, to try and calm down the innards and Duodenal Donald who’d started to kick-off as well! Fed-Up Mode increased to Defcon 3, Haha!

I took a photograph from the unwanted, impossible to access to clean, hard to open and close, light & view-blocking new windows. I took this in response to my hearing that whining noise again. I thought I might see something outside that might have been the source of the humming sound. But no.

I got back doing this post. The winds still involuntarily coming from the rear, got more frequent, until minutes after I had to visit the Porcelain Throne for the third time!

WD 0.100.255 I far easier passage this time, although it left me feeling more sorer in the rear quarters. And, Harolds Haemorrhoids did not bleed. So that was good.

I went on the WordPress reader page. Then onto Facebook.

6Sat01 I stopped and bravely, I thought, had a bash at trying to cut the worst of my toenails.

No wonder I thought I was having difficulties in keeping my balance. I discovered that the left leg was more fluid-filled and puffy than the right one! Hehehe!

WD 0.100.255 I only managed to cut the two big nails. It was physically impossible for me to do any more, because of the pain. Hey-ho!

I decided it was time for some breakfast. Cornflakes. Had another DTAAD wee-wee.

WD 0.100.255 Utter fatigue came over me, I tried to sort some cupboards out in the kitchen to try and pull myself out of the sudden mental and physical collapse. I did well for half-an-hour, or so, then Anne Gyna kicked off, and I stopped. Sat down and put on a Dr Who DVD, nodded off for a few minutes, and woke up in need of yet another Porcelain Throne visit! These trips are leaving me very sore in certain areas now! Humph! Where it was all coming from, remains a mystery, but it had changed to the messy variety now, and cleaning up afterwards at least helped concentrate the vagueness and disinterest of the mind.

6Sat26aWhile I was up, I got the dinner sorted out. I deliberately made a small portioned one. Sicilian tomatoes, Melton pork pie and a handful of chips, a few slices of the Milk Roll loaf, and a small pot of lemon yoghourt.

I ate it all, but it took a while, as for some reason I was finding it hard to swallow. So I made sure I masticated the food as well as I could with my shortage of teeth. Hehe! I still enjoyed it, though, a flavour rating of 8.2/10 was granted.

A check on the state of the pins (legs), revealed knobbly shins and some new speckly-spots and blood papsules on the anaemic looking limbs. Hey-ho!

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WD 0.100.255 Fell asleep for a while, and was woken with Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna both going at it, creating discomfort for me. I took a few good swigs of the inefficient, ineffective, inefficacious, inadequate, feeble prescription medicine, to try and calm thing down inside, along with the usual medications.

As I was settling back down in the £300, second-hand ci1968 recliner, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Cleaned up afterwards again, and returned to the recliner with a stingy, sore tender rear-end! I put some Germolene on specific areas.

I got things in as comfortable a position as was possible, to alleviate the haemorrhoid pains, and had to get up again for another DTAAD wee-wee!

I think I watched some more of the DVD in between many dropping-off to sleep periods, varying from a minute to ten or so.

A very concerned and truly wee’d off Nottingham pensioner finally drifted into a demented dream-filled kip! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Wed 6 Mar 2019: Guilt, failures, let-downs and Accifauxpa.

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2019 Mar 06

Wednesday 6th March 2019

Icelandic: Miðvikudagur 6. mars 2019

WD153.51.0 22:10hrs. I woke, and as soon as I moved, just about everything on my abdominously overweight body seemed to either hurt or ache! The back, stomach, arms, legs, feet; especially the left sole, and neck. Not to mention Haemorrhoid Harold, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Back-Pain Brenda, and Kidney-Ache Kevin all kicking off when I tried to get up!

I limped to the wet room for a wee-wee. As I hobbled along, I could feel that dreaded wet/warm sensation from Little Inchies department. The wee-wee was again of the LDOPWW (Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) type. I did the necessary cleansing, and medicationalisationing needed, releasing the odd Ooh and flinching. Hehehe! Don’t know I laughed there!

2Tue06WD153.51.0 The legs had begun to swell and fill up with fluid. Some new odd spots and blotches had appeared. A few spider-veins seem to have disappeared, and overall, the legs felt far more cumbersome and heavy than of late. Still, it keeps me interested.

I washed-up and as I was going out through the door, I had to backtrack to use the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was more natural and less messy this time. I washed the hands again, and off to the kitchen.

2Tue04WD153.51.0 The site that greeted me depressed me. All that time doing the cupboards (Well, one of the nine that need doing, not to mention the 16 drawers to do yet), got to me for a moment when I realised how much still needed doing

Depression dawned! All that effort and pain I went through yesterday, and it still looks worse than when I started the job! Grumph!

Part of my trouble is that I cannot keep going like I used to, and before long after starting, there is always one or more of the ailments to give me grief.

Today, when I get around to doing the first of the bottom floor level cupboards, this will be the greatest challenge for me. Getting short of breath with the bending down and getting up, that damned nasty step-ladder… Oh, stop moaning Inchcock, just gerron wiv it!

Not yet though, it’s far to early to make any noise and disturb my neighbours. Yesterday’s new found spirit and determination to get the Spring Cleaning done, was not as strong today. Humph! 

I got the sphygmomanometer out and got the Health Checks done.

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2Tue07Ah, these first readings are looking better than the previous two days. The temperature is tumbling down nicely.

I took the medications with some spring water, then made a brew, and off to the computer.

As I sat myself down in the swivel chair, the need for yet another Porcelain Throne session became obvious and urgently so.

Off to the wet room with alacrity. An excellent session, during which I got a chapter of the Victoria Wood biography read. Washed the dandies yet again, and to the kitchen to make another brew.

I set about and stuck with updating the Tuesday blog with diligence. Got it finished and posted off to WordPress.

I thought I heard a chugging noise, assuming it was coming from outside, I opened the unwanted new light and view-blocking window, positioned and climbed the step-ladder, 2Tue05to look down over the ledge to investigate.

I took this snap downwards. It revealed nothing untoward that might have been making the chugging noise. Only that it had been raining outside.

This made me realise that I had not had a vicambulate out for a while. I blame my heroic, brave but unquestionably imbecilic determination to use my preciously limited time left to me, to get the Spring Cleaning done, for this situation!

WD153.51.02Tue03 On returning to the computer, I spotted the missing second-hand £2 wristwatch underneath the sideboard on which the Bang Olufsen stands!

Amazing! This is the second place I had looked for the timepiece when I first misplaced it. I am sure it was not there then! I recall getting down on my weak knees to search, and struggling to get back up?

As Tim Price from New Mexico said: “I believe the various goings on in your flat leave little doubt about whether or not aliens, ghosts, goblins, pixies, fairies, spirits, angels, demons and other paranormal phenomena that traipse along through multiple dimensions, and fall into your flat through the tear in the fabric of the space/time continuum, and continually torment you until they can find their way out, exist!” I reckon he was spot on with that comment! Hehehe!

I  worked on CorelDraw to do a couple of Thoughts graphics in advance. I got carried away and spent far too long at this. Partly due to the fact that I was enjoying doing it… but I suspect that my reluctance to get stuck into the task of sorting out the kitchen again, just might have played a part. Ahem! My EQ tells me I am in for Accifauxpa – but foolishly I ignored the warning, and paid for it later.

Went for a wee-wee, and it was a rather nasty LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) one! If they are to start this mode again, and me not taking any Furesomide, and with the legs swelling still up this morning, I’m nervous about starting on the tablets again. But, common sense tells me I ought to (See how commonsensical I can occasionally be, Haha!)

So, I made a brew, got the brekkers porridge and took a Furesomide. Fingers crossed!

The internet stuttered and started and was very slow when it did work. It didn’t last too long, but it is still annoying.

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I made up some more Thoughts graphics and odes and got carried away again.

Did the Health Checks and medications were taken.

The guilt of the kitchen-mess, (And fear of Sister Jane’s telling me off for not cleaning-up) forced me to rise and tackle it once again.

WD153.51.0 I managed to muster up the will-power and got into the kitchen. The task for today to sort out under the sink and the cupboard next to it with all the cleaning stuff in it.

I got down on my knees and began to remove the multitude of fresh air-sprays, fly-killer, washing-up liquids, disinfectants, polishes etc. out onto the floor to allow me to clean the inside shelves and so on.

Then I clouted my head on the edge of the framework as I dipped in once more to grab the stuff. I went down on my bum and hit the elbow against the floor as I landed. I lay there a few minutes, wondering if I should press the Alert Alarm Wristlet button.

This was not good! Tsk! I’m glad I didn’t push the alarm now, cause I was alright, apart from a cracking headache and temporary smidge of dizziness. It was only a scratch on the bonce.

2018-8-01cTo the wet room and put a bit of Germolene cream on the head. Took the photo on the left, which also shows how pale I went at the time. Talk about ghostly! Hehehe!

I then did the evening Health Checks very early, in case I forgot later. Taking an extra Codeine phosphate to counter the headache that was getting stronger, now.

2Tue24Got the nosh sorted. Lamb hotpot with a little extra minced lamb and gravy, a sourdough baguette to soak up the juices.

I didn’t really enjoy the food, but still ate it all up.

 I took the pots to the kitchen and put them in the sink to soak, along with the oven dish, saucepan and things from the cooking stage. One look the damned mess in the kitchen, which soured my enthusiasm and Guilt-Mode was adopted.

A wash and into the £300 second-hand ci 1968 rickety recliner I went. Put on the TV. Watched a complete film all the way through with only one five-minute nodding-off in the middle. The next two hours were shared with a wee-wee, TV, nodding-odd, a wee-wee, TV, nodding-off…

At the last waking up, I had the horrible idea that I had left the tap running in the sink! I just had to dismount the recliner, regain my balance and go to check things were okay in the bomb-site of a kitchen. They were. No taps left on, the oven was turned off, windows shut… but I still had this aggravating nagging doubt that something was not right. So, I nipped into the wet room. All okay in there too, no heater on, no faucets left on, the shower turned off. I returned to the recliner, no sooner had I sat down, I was up again, checking if I had left the door unlocked. I hadn’t.

Back into the recliner, had a drink of spring water and was off, at last, to sleep in minutes! Zzz!

Inchcock – Sat 16 Feb 2019: A daunting, discouraging, and enfeebling day! Humph!

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2019 Feb 16

Saturday 16th February 2019

Swedish: Lördag 16 februari 2019

02:00hrs. When I woke up, it became apparent that I had either died or was still asleep! For there was no throbbing from the leg wound, and Duodenal Donald, Kidney Ache Kevin, Arthur sure, and Anne Gyna pains were all absent! Almost instantly on this realisation, the desperate need for a wee-wee arrived.

Then things got back to normal. As I started to choreograph my tactics to free myself from the delightfully snug environment of the £300 second-hand circa 1968 dilapidated, ramshackle rusty recliner, the pains returned, the moment I moved my first limb, in this order; Kidney Ache Kevin, the ankle wound stinging and throbbing, then Anne Gyna kicked at me.

Attempting to stand up, the left foot heel pains, Arthur Itis’s ridden knees, and Duodenal Donald joined in with the unpleasant actions from the other ailments. This habituated things back to normal, and I was sure now that I had indeed not died, nor was I asleep dreaming. In fact, I was getting a touch nervous about the lack of pains.

But there was no time to ponder over the situation, as the demand for the wee-wee was growing in severity. Luckily, the disinfected Emergency Grey Bin was only a few feet away, and this was a good job too!

WD 0.0.30A I tore the jammie cord from its stitching as I hastened to get things in position for the urinational duties! But still failed to avoid some overspill! I removed the jammie-bottoms and put them in soak with liquid-soap-flakes and Dettol disinfectant. This first release of the day was of the fierce LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) class. All following wee-wees were of the lesser harmful SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wees)

I mused a moment: Surely I must be due a betterer day soon, I pondered. Then I burst silently into singing ♫ Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside, oh, I do like to be… ♫ Why? I’m not certain. Mental derangement, insaneness, dementia, lunacy, asininity, stupidity, old age, drug-induced dottiness and delirium, delusion, illusion or psychosis? Who knows. But, I am sure that the good days of having a short-term memory and a degree of logicality and decision-making abilities are now irredivivous. Tsk!

I got the kettle on, and once again, as I did so, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. Another Trotsky Terence like-evacuation. Leaving a possibly even more gross after-aroma than usual behind.

I got the Health Checks, and medicationalisationing was done.

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6Sat08The readings looked okay to me.

Gobbled the tablets and medicines, and then had another SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wee).

I set up the computer ready to start the updating of yesterdays blog, and the oddest of sounds were heard. Rather like wind coming from a released balloon? I had a look around 6Sat06everywhere, but could not find the reason nor source of the sound.

I even got the stepladder and had a look outside.

The sky looked so different from all the clouds up there, so I took this photographicalisation of it. I can use it a backdrop for a Thoughts graphic later, perhaps.

6Sat03I had a check of the pins while I was in the well-lit kitchen.

The wound was itching away again, but no pain, unless I scratched at it or banged it against something. Although, the feeling like there were worms under the skin was annoying and the devil’s own job to resist scratching at it!

Back to the computer and eventually got the blog finished and posted off. Then went on the WordPress reader. Then onto to TFZer Facebook site.

Made a start on this post up to here, and got some brekkers.

Made up one diary page topper on CorelDraw.

6Sat30WD 0.0.30A I took off the plaster from the wound as instructed to by Obergruppenführeress Nurse Ann. There were new growths beginning to come now, as whatever infection the wound is on the lower-leg, makes its way creeping all around the leg now. Tsk!

Had a right dizzy turn, so I turned off the computer and just sat down with my leg up. I fell asleep.

WD 0.0.30A Not so good, now. Although the wee-wees were getting fewer and further between, I was in a pickle with the Dizzies coming regularly, even if for only a few seconds at a time. Felt so drained and I’d done nothing much? The wound was demanding to be scratched, itching and now stinging, and then Little Inchies fungal lesion started bleeding. Then, when I tried to walk, pains from the wound began to make me tense up and more fed-up!

6Sat29I was letting the situation wrangle-me, and I did not like that, getting all sorry for myself.

So, I made a sandwich and some potatoes, for the nosh, although I didn’t feel too hungry at the time, I did eat it all up. Not that there was a lot of it.

At least now that the plaster had come off, I could get a shower.

WD 0.0.30A But, no! Guess who had left the hot water tap running when he put the dishes in the bowl to soak, and now has no hot water!

I watched a 1959 film on Freeview channel 81, and even more annoyingly, fell asleep and missed the last section of the movie – really depressed with things now! Worran horrible day!

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

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Friday 15th February 2019

Swahili: Ijumaa 15 Februari 2019

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

wd 0.0.255 They returned with this.

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

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

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

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

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

Went on the WordPress Reader, and the comments section.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Health Checks were done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

TTFN each, taketh care.

Inchcock – Sun 20 Jan 2019: Another new Wee-wee classified arrived today – LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wees) Hehe!

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Sunday 20th January 2019

UZBEK: 20 Yanvar 2019 Yil Yakshanba

00.15hrs: What follows happened just once before in my life: I woke thinking of the dreams I had just suffered. Nodded-off to have another, then woke-up and thought about the dream I had had. Nodded-off… This had happened repeatedly during my so-called sleep.

WD 0.51.0 Every dream was farraginous, a mixture of my failings, mistakes, bad judgements and calamitous decisions, from different periods at the same time. Humiliating, cringe-making, embarrassing, and unsettling in the extreme. Particularly the last phantasm; As I recall, it contained two incidents that I had forgotten all about, one from when I would have been about eight years of age, the other about forty years old. These nightmares did nothing to boost my morale or confidence whatsoever. They left my poor old brain depressed and sombre. Oy Vey!

WD 0.51.0 I lay there prostrate on the £300 second-hand ready-to-be-recycled rusty, rickety recliner, pondering, worrying and fretting for ages. I tried to make the images and memories repudious, by thinking of other things. Which failed miserably, when thoughts of the upgrading work, pipework, sprinkler system, moving the stuff out of the way in the flat to be done yet to make room for the builders. Pains from the mystery bruise in the left leg still active, the Clinic procedure due shortly, the bulb flashing in the kitchen in its death-throes, the painfull wee-wees, and it being a Sunday, no buses or chance of any chinwags… generally feeling sorry for myself I suppose. Tsk!

I didn’t dismount the recliner until 01:30hrs. Then only because I was in need of a wee-wee. And, what a change in them today! I felt I should reclassify them as LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wees) now. There was no sensation (other than the pain) or feelings of any evacuation at all! Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

WD 0.51.0 Naturally as to be expected I suppose, I forgot about the flickering flashing light tube and turned on the light! Klutz! Almost instantly, and bringing on Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis, despite my turning it off straight away. Now I was getting annoyed with myself! I did the Health Checks and took the medications by torchlight. Hoping I’d taken the right tablets. Hehehe!

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7sun03I made a mug of Morrison’s Assam tea, again by torchlight. Hehe!

Still, tomorrow the chaps from Nottingham City Homes Maintenance should be calling twixt 08:00 > 12:00hrs to fit me a new neon light tube in the kitchen. Bless em!

7sun05I had a risky wee-wee (LSPWWW), by torchlight! And took a photo through the unwanted light and view-blocking new window of the morning scene. I was pleased with the old Sony picture it produces. The row of lights left to right just above halfway is from houses on Winchester Street.

7sun07As I put down the camera back in the dark kitchen. I caught the button and took this photograph from the cabinet top. Interesting if not fascinating.

To the grey bucket for another LSPWWW, and what a long one it was, too!

 I took the brew with me to the computer to start on this blog.

7sun07aWD 0.51.0 But had to divert to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session. The Porcelain evacuation was okay. But, the accompanying wee-wee, took that long, I read a bit of the First World War book while I waited for some kind of termination of the flow. Humph!

Had a rinse and freshened up afterwards.

7sun10WD 0.51.0 As I was leaving the room, I spotted two dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles)! I had hoped not to see any more of these creatures and thought my nine-month solo-battle against them had been won. But No! I didn’t see any yesterday anywhere.

I was struggling to fathom-out how these two dead ones, where out in the open and yet I’d not seen them before. I wondered if the live ones were trying to drag their bodies to the nest? Or, maybe a spider had done the same? I’m all mind-boggled now. Hehe!

Back to the computer and doing this post up to here. Then, after another LSPWWW of even greater duration, I started to finalise the Saturday diary. Got the blog done and posted by 04:40hrs. Then added photos to Pinterest.Facebook Albums.

My antejentacular activities continued with my going on to update the Facebook Photo Albums. Then the WordPress Reader. Then had a look at the comment that had come in and the TFZer site.

And now, blow-it, Duodenal Donald has started off. Ah, well!

I stopped and went to make another brew of tea and sort out some breakfast for myself. The light tube was still trying to work, but it doesn’t help with the dizzies situation. I took these three photographs quickly one after another as I approached the medicine drawers to get an extra Omeprazole. Had an LSPWWW.

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7sun12Got the brekkie done. A pot of porridge, a mug of tea and a wholemeal bread thin sarnie, using up the last of the German smoked ham. Very tasty!

Then off for another LSPWWW.

Started on CorelDraw to do up some graphics to use as page headers. But not for long… off for yet one more LSPWWW! Tsk!

Back on CorelDrawing. I spent many hours on this. But the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet made it slow hard work for a while. Humph!

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7sun38Sister Jane called, and we had a decent nattering session. Which I enjoyed.

I got the nosh prepared, not that it took much doing. A ready-made Cumberland pie with lots of added cheese on top, tomatoes, chestnuts, mushrooms and bread thins with a splash of hoisin sauce. Followed by a Limoncello dessert, to which I later added some Squirty cream. Mmm! An excellent flavour rating of 9/10 was given.

I put down the well empty plate and tray and perused what was on the TV.

Plenty of stuff that I fancied watching… Zzzz!

Inchcock -Wed 16 Jan 2019: Deep insights today. A fair share of Woes, errors and pains; but some pleasant natters enjoyed!

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Wednesday 16th January 2019

Irish: Dé Céadaoin 16 Eanáir 2019

23:25hrs: After an amazingly, as far as I can recall, dreamless, uninterrupted long sleep, I woke feeling good (Honestly!)

wd 255.102.0 But the brain activated and linked with the body, and the panicking began! The fears, worries, apprehensiveness, and forebodings filled the fretful mind. I felt the blood from Little Inchies Fungal lesion, and Duodenal Donald kicked off with his stabbing pains. Well, this put paid to the feeling well! Haha!

wd 255.102.0 Next, I involuntarily passed wind, so I had to remove my overly-gross body from the £300 second-hand recliner, to get to the Porcelain Throne as expeditiously as I could manage.

wd 255.102.0 The pain from the bruise at the top of the leg joined Duodenal Donald and Little Inchy as chief pain-suppliers, as I limped to the wet room.

wd 255.102.0 The evacuation was one of the messiest ever, almost fluid and it took ages to clear. Cleaning things up after the motion, and the wee-wee’s started… A new type today. Not: SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) – LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) or an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee), oh no! This time I had the first of so many LWPPWWs (Long Weak Powerless Painfull Wee-wees) All of the dozens of wee-wees I had today were of this mode. Some took that long, I read a bit of the book while I waited. Tsk! To make things worse, the treating and stopping of the lesions bleeding were most uncomfortable! And, the mystery bruise on the leg top stayed bothersome every time I walked on it. Oy Yey!

Please assume that from here on in, the LWPPWWs were suffered throughout the day. But they seemed to get far less as the evening arrived. (Phew!)

Eventually, I got the Health Checks done.

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3wed01aApart from the weight, I thought things looked fine.

I took the medications. Made a brew of tea, an LWPPWW, and got the computer on. The NHS had sent me a multi-a4 paged questionnaire to fill in a week or so ago, and I hadn’t got around to it. Yesterday they sent me a reminder. I found it could be done on the internet, so 3wed05a1thought I’d better get it sorted.

It took a while, but at least its completed now.

Thus, I have got one less thing to tease the guilty tormented brain with.

The tea had gone cold of course, so I made another small mug. Then had another LWPPWW. By the time it had finished, this mug 3wed001of brew had almost gone cold too! Haha!

I took this photo from the unwanted new light and view-blocking windows that need more cleaning and cannot be reached to do so. I was lucky to catch the moon, as it was showing through a little hole in the clouds. 

I used this as a backdrop for my morning thoughts graphic that I made up next on Coreldraw.

wd 255.102.0 Back to t7sun05he Porcelain Throne. Again messy and semi-liquified in nature. This time, it took so long to evacuate, despite the fluidity, this puzzled me a bit. 

Still, I got a few pages of the book read.

I just had a thought… (No don’t laugh, Hehehe!) If the Fire Alarm goes off today (Not that I can hear it without the hearing aids in, Tsk!), it’ll be handy. Cause the chances will be I’ll be in the middle of an LWPPWW when it activates, and this could come in handy on my way out if I come across any fires? Hahaha! 

3wed001aI checked the leg situation while in the wet room.

New papsules, spider veins far less in number (I wonder where they go?), Fluid a lot less I think. New and old bruises and pot-marks.

How come the hairs that disappeared when I started on the Furesomide have returned so quickly, but only on the top half of the legs?

The worst thing is that mystery bruise on the inside of the left leg that I thought might be an abscess. But Dr Vindla tells me it is only a bruise. How come such intense pain comes from it, but only when I’m walking? None of the many other bruises are giving me any grief?

wd 255.102.0 Oh, dearie me! Duodenal Donald has gone up a gear pain-wise now. Now I remember I forgot to ask the Dr yesterday if I could have some more effective medications to counter the pains. I’ll take an extra Omeprazole 40mg capsule. These are for my gastroesophageal Roger Reflux disease and sticking valve as well as the ulcer. But I’m sure it will do no harm in my taking an extra one.

I got on with creating this days post. 

I just got an email from the surgery. Next Tuesdays appointment for the blood test is for 11:00hrs. Crap! Late for me, that is, but still, Hey-Ho! On a downer now!

I started to update the Tuesday blog – It was a long slog – Then off again to the bog!

Went on the WP comments.

wd 255.102.0 Dizzy Dennis just paid a visit, and now I feel as if everything requiring thought or logic is beyond me. Confused and nervous, sad innit! I think it might be some flashing photos I looked at on Facebook, they can bring on the dizzies and attacks sometimes.

I’m struggling here. Get a grip man!

I think I’ll take a break here and have a good cuppa, quietly.

Oh, I’d better not yet, I’ve got to go and see Lynne, cause I’ve already forgot what needs doing for the plasters and electricians coming tomorrow. Dare not ask someone, in case they arrive early.

Failing fast here. Better get the ablutions done in case I collapse, don’t want my dirty socks on in the ambulance. Heheh! Get the scrubbing up done and then go to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents hut.

3wed05a1aBe back later, I hope. I took this picture from the unwanted kitchen window.

wd 255.102.0 Change of plans again! A man called at the door, he needs to drill holes through the outer wall, so the men tomorrow can get their cable through. I got the ablutions tended to while he made the hole. The sink actually shook, and the shaving water rippled, while he was drilling! Hehe!

3wed05a2I felt a bit better after the ablutions were done.

Got some black bags made up to take to the waste chute on the way out. But forgot to take them with me! Klutz!

I check things to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. But still went out without the mobile phone! Tsk!

3wed06Then I made way gingerly through the obstacle course on my way to the lift.

However I did see Nora in the lobby, and we had a little natter and a laugh, which I think we both enjoyed muchly.

Down in the elevator, and out into the light drizzle that greeted me.

3wed06aI waddled along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult exchange and distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.

No residents in the room. So, no Lynne. But, Riechsführeress and Ballet dancer Warden Julie was in her room. I explained about my not recalling about things needed for me to do in preparation of the Thursday visit. I said: I think I need to move everything out of the hallway, and all the stuff to the far wall in the spare room. Could she ask Lynne, if she sees her if this is right? If not could she let me know, please? I can’t tell you her answer of course, as I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. But she said she would if she sees her. I thanked her and being as I was feeling a bit better still, I3wed07 set out for a hobble up the hill to the Aldi store.

It was a heck of a grind my getting up that hill. I had to keep stopping to rest to let the feet ease, and then to catch my breath a few times.

Still, it gave me a chance to take this photograph of the road junction on Winchester Street. 

3wed08 As I limped along Mapperley Top, I noticed that the old cinema was now being used as a Haunted Museum and Cafe. Later I had a look on the web to see what this was all about. Here’s the link for more details.

Details of the Haunted Museum (Link).

wd 255.102.0 My visit to the Aldi Store, and was indeed one with a difference. 1) I was almost knock-over by someone trying to reach in front of me to get some bread. All I got was a ‘Tut’ from the young man. 2) I got a trolley run into me clouting my ankle. And the lady and her three children just carried talking between themselves and wandered off! 3) A member of staff shelve-filling at a frenzied pace in the freezer hit my shoulder with his elbow – I don’t think he even knew he’s done it, no response from him. 4) The cashier was patient with me as I packed my by bags as fast as I could. No sneers or deriding looks from her.

Four Firsts there, for sure!

I paid and came out with some nibbles for the Social Box, German baked smoked sliced ham. Mini-potatoes. Jelly babies. Streaky smoked bacon. Vine tomatoes. Passata. Pots of 3wed09porridge, and some sourdough baguettes. And started my hobble back down the way I came up. The feet were bad, and Duodenal Donald had started his bother again, but no signs of Dizzy Dennis or needing any SSWWs! So, I was content enough now. Even with the threatening weather.

I spotted some Nottinghamian Street Art as I passed the bus shelter.

3wed10The sky brightened up momentarily as I approached the top of Mapperley Rise to go down to the flats.

I thought the sky looked remarkably beautiful with the sun trying to get through to the left gave it the final touch, don’t you think?

3wed11As I turned down the Rise, I could see the rain at the bottom of the hill – just where I was on my way down to. Hehehe!

I made sure the brolly was at the bottom of the bag, just in case.

With pained feet, I pressed on.

No stopping on the way down! As I walked along Chestnut Walk, I took a series of pictures.

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3wed14As I got within a hundred yards of home, the rain came down heavily, but not for long. I barely got wet.

In the lobby was sat May. I sat next to her, and we had a good chinwag and laugh for a few minutes. She saw the sourdough baguettes and her face lit up – so I insisted on her having one. Bless her cotton socks. 

We said our farewells and I was off up to flat.

Another sudden change in my situation: An almighty visit from Dizzy Dennis! Oy vey!

I sat down for a few minutes, then got the oven warming up and put the fodder away.

Got the nosh served up, but I was not interested in eating really, so left a fair bit of it.

The bruise on the leg started hurting, and another visit from Dizzy Dennis convinced me to just sit down and pray for sleep to come. 

3wed29I woke and made the nosh. Buttered baguette with turkey and tomatoes.

Washed the pots and took this photograph from the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows in the kitchen.

The rain had turned to drizzle as it petered out.

Bit of a blank-spot here. I must have had a bad dizzy or something, cause I can’t recall anything from here until I woke up in the morning.

Hey-ho!