Inchcock: Thursday 17th November 2022

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03:15hrs: I woke, wee-wee’d, and went to sort the waste bags… and realised how confused I was this morning.
milling-about in the brain were a few concerns that took priority in the fretting stakes: Will the Easy-Link be calling at 09:30hrs, as I wrote in the Google calendar? Did I put in on the right day? How easily the mode comes to one! This, I think, was because they usually ring me to confirm the day before – but, of course, I was out yesterday at the quacks, so so not know if they tried or not. Indicating to my perilously inept mind that perhaps I got the day wrong… or did I? Ah, it was Esther who called for me to book the lifts, wasn’t it? Yes, they should be coming today… He says…

I got the blog updating done and posted Tuesdays off to WordPress. Took me a few hours, but I got there. I was going to get a brew of LGengettie. But, I  thought I’d have time to get the done before Carer Richard arrived. I rushed doing them, so I hope I got it all right.
No time for me to worry about this big increase up to the Hypertension – Zone Two, Red area.

As I said, it may have been me rushing so much, and I made a cock-up somewhere along the line? I hope!

I’ve still got to get the ablutions done, and I have yet to make a brew of Glengettie.

A FEW FOLLOWED! NOT A GOOD START!

I went into the kitchen, taking last night’s plate tray and cutlery to wash and get the kettle on. Having my hand on the tray and the other on the walking stick, I popped the things in the sink and ran the hot tap, then turned to put the light on… Flash,  flicker… it was blinding! I can tell you that was not impressed, and all but had me on the floor, but I turned off the presumably dying tube in time.
I was virtually blinded. (Obviously, it was still dark at the time!) So, I needed a brew made, and got the wind-up torch and made the tea using that to see by. Took the brew and went back to the computer.

I Pinterested some photographs from yesterday, and I finished off the Ode for today’s blog and graphicalised it.

I’ll have to get the ablutions done and be quick about it; good job Richard was running late.

THREE! Took the mug back into the kitchen, remembering not to turn on the light and take the torch with me, and I temporarily, very temporarily, a .
I’d left the hot tap running again! !!!
Now I was in trouble! How do I get a shave and wash using boiled hot water from the saucepans and kettle… more seriously; is how do I carry them with the walking stick and no lights on in the kitchen? Will let me see enough to do it?
Mayhap the will cause me to lose my grip, or as he has been known on many occasions, not allow me to let go of things?  What do I do if get an And; where do I stick the torch, then? No! Don’t say that! Hehehe! It was getting lighter now, so soon I’ll be able to get on with the ablutions.

Came in while I was filling the two saucepans with cold. He turned the light on, but I was too slow to stop him. Hahaha! I related my Whoopsiedangleplops of the morning to him.
Richard got the medications sorted, then showed his concern and compassion by ringing Nottingham City Homes for me about the light. He pointed out the dangers of another night trying to cook in a dark kitchen. He told me when he’d done that, I was to call them straight away when I got back from the appointment and ask for a visit. 
The lad even wrote this on the back of the whiteboard and left it on the Carers table, where I’d be bound to see it.
We spent a while, deep in conversation, but Richard had to go; it was his last shift of the rota. The lad looked tired. He has not recovered-fully himself yet. Gave him some treats on his way.
I have a semi-warm wash, in water, provided by Richard to the wet room sink. But I just didn’t think I’d have the time for a shave, just a good stand-up as best I could. Then checked everything was safe in the flat, got dressed, and completed the checklist consulted… Then checked everything was safe in the flat! . Finally, escaped the flat… but was earlier than I realised.

Out into the floor lobby with the trolley and into the lift (elevator).
On the way down, I had a moment of real uncertainty; Had I locked the flat door?
But then turned to wonder if I’ll get down in time for the lift. My thoughts were flighty this morning, now.
Checked the time on my quality £8 bought off of Bulwell Market watch. Ah, plenty of time yet!
I tried to read the electronic news board outside the lift. But no, even as big as the letters were, the eyes couldn’t decipher what they said. I think the flashing kitchen lights this morning may have had some effect. (It did!)
After all that faffing about and fretting, I’d still got half an hour to spare before the Easy-Link bus was due to arrive at Winwood Heights Prison… No, no, no, Flats. I got the crossword book out and had a go at it.

I even managed to get a few solutions in.

The minibus arrived at 09:35hrs. T’was a nice driver, who likes a natter at times, which suited me, other than I could not hear much of what she was saying to me. We arrived at the clinic dead on time. I was a little late by the time I found the right room to go to. No details to mention other than it went very well.
I departed out into the pouring rain. (Again! Every time I go to Bulwell, it seems to rain)
I tried to use steer the walker-guide trolley with one hand and hold an umbrella with the other. Not successful at all. It was too windy with it! No control over the movement of the guide with one hand. The rain hit me smack in the face. Within minutes, the shoes had acquired enough water to fill a small goldfish tank.
Taking the photos was risky; there was no way to avoid the rain.
Well, other than to dive into a shop. Hehe! Which I did; the first one was the B&M store. I got some different drinks there for the carers and nurses. Along with BBQ sauce, they only had one to pick from, a large Heinz one, for £3 . Some chocolates for Christmas gifts. Plain caramelised and shortcake biscuits (For me, me, me!, Hehe!). Oh, and some nuts.

Paid my dues, and outside, got soaked, and ducked into the Heron Food Store. where more bank-manager-worrying transactions took place. Vegetarian sausages, vegan pie, cakes and chocolates for the treats shelf. Kitchen towels, three different brands of BBQ sauce, and three cans of ready-mixed drinks I’d never heard of. Got the last two cans of Martini & Passion Fruit, which sounded posh, and the last one of Vodka Raspberry & Rhubarb. So, there’ll be no more on offer, folks. Come over and see me! Hahaha!

Off to the Wilko Store to see if they had any cooking tongues. I was wet and tired by then. The store is massive, and finding things took me yonks. Eventually, I found the right section, and they just had one type on sale. I was pretty sure that they were £1.99 last year when I bought them. Now they are £3, identical to the others.
I was on the way trying to find out where the checkouts were, and I spotted the pet food shelves. Had a look at the bird food, and I bought a large packet; they were not a bad price at all, I thought, at £1.75. (I got them home and found it was Rat Food!) Still, it feels small enough for the birds to eat it?
Later I searched the web for a photo of these to save me from taking out the Lumix that was low on battery power and charging up.

Guess what; this picture was from last month; it said October 15th. A hike of 50p a pack! As I said, I hope the birds can feed on it?

Found the checkout and paid the lady. Then I went to the cobbler’s stall that Richard told me about; to ask the price of watch batteries. The leery smart-alecky manager stood there with his hands on his hips and answered with a smirk when I asked him: “Well, that depends if you mean for a Rolex or (some other name I didn’t recognise). They can cost hundreds of…” I rudely interrupted him, “That depends if you charge extra for the sarcasm and your snotty attitude – adding quickly – My watches are cheap rubbish £8 ones from the Market Stall… Sorry to bother you!” And I almost proudly walked away, no idea if he said anything, I couldn’t hear him if he did, and didn’t look back either (He was a big lad! – Hehe!) Smart Alec, smug Git! – Is what I really wanted to say, but being a natural-born coward, I didn’t!

I realised I had to make my way back to the Medical Centre in the rain, so ambled alongside the river Leen, passing the yobboes-delight free-scooter base.
Last Friday, there were nine Escooters in the racking. I was surprised with the weather that so many had been used… or were they stolen, mayhap? Just a thought!

I got back to the centre with plenty of time to spare to catch the minibus when it did arrive. I thought I’d have another go at the crossword book. But after looking through the three bags of stuff I had and couldn’t find it, I decided not to. If I dug into them, the rainwater would spread over everything even more than it had. Did you see that? A moment of clarity if thought that made sense.

I read some of the labels on the stuff on top of the bags.
Were you aware that Lotus Biscoff Caramelised Biscuits contain Wheat flour, sugar, vegetable oil (palm oil from sustainable and certified plantations, rapeseed oil), candy sugar syrup, raising agent (sodium hydrogen carbonate), soy flour, salt, and cinnamon? Haha!

The mini-bus with the same lady driver (I think?) arrived spot on time. We managed a little nattering en route. The traffic was horrendous. The gal dropped me off as I asked her to, and the Winchester Block, so I could try to get in touch with ILC, Night Club Bouncer, Trapeze artist, and jolly good egg, Obersturmbannführeress Deana. I met Esther as I went in. She told me that the ILCs (Independent Living Coordinators) and the Big Brass were having a Pow-Wow.
acci-whoop So that was the end of my hopes to ask for help with arranging a lift for the hospital and surgery, one for next week, the other for January at the Nuthall Brain Disorder Hospital. And, with understanding the eight double-sided A4 pages of instructions, the three guide booklets are too small in print for me to read. Oh, and I was going to ask her to ring Maintenance, as they told Richard this morning for me to tell them I got backHey-Ho!
Esther came up with me to the flat. She kindly rang the maintenance people. Here she is, giving me the dagger looks. Hehehe! The lady on the phone told Esther they would be here within 24 hours. That could be difficult for me. Having to get anything done like cooking or cleaning in the darkness, using a torch. But it can’t be helped. Thanks to Esther. Anyway, they may call earlier.
She asked if I wanted my laundry done today. I said no thanks, do it whenever you want to. Then explained that she digs into everything all the time, and I did not want her to find things that I’d got her for Christmas. Good that? But it’s true.

I started to unpack and store away the purchases. Those in this photo: The Skinny treats are for the ILCs, and any left for the Carers treat stand.
The caramelised biscuits and Haribo Marshmallows are for the good-looking, young, handsome beast known as Inchie, Inchcock or Gerry. Hehehe!
Definitely just for the old man these are. The new Wilko tongues are next to the old ones that have started to fall to pieces (the red plastic bits fell off).
To the right, some bargain-priced shortcake biscuits I bought to share, and I tried one myself. Too sweet for me, though.
Aha, now I’ve got a few bottles of BBQ sauce. The Crucial ones were very cheap, but you never know, I might like them.
The Heinz and Hellmans (So pricey, but nice!) I’ve had them before, and they are tasty enough for me. I do love BBQ sauce if they are not too strong.
I was going to get something to eat before the darkness fell. But, No! I got into updating this blog, and the rest of the world did not exist for the next six hours. I was frustrated and embarrassed, I was making so many errors grammatically, and the most common of words kept hiding behind that witch .
I did get a little with things but just pressed on, hoping for the best. Even as my energy sank, & tiredness loomed.

acci-whoop Eventually, I realised that getting soaked to the skin earlier had not done me a lot of good. A sore throat was developing, and I was occasionally having little shivers running through me.
I got a warm hat on and took a Codeine 30g and Paracetamol. The eyes were worse than ever then, which slowed me down even more on the blogging! and

Ooh, the legs have suddenly gone all cold? But why? I’m not sure. Hello, on the move now!
So I got the thick bobble cap and jammie bottoms on and the trews off. Brrr! No, that’s not worked. So, being the cunningly clever person I am, I got the thick dressing gown out of the laundry bag and got that on, with a jumper underneath it. Blimey, it’s gone cold… or I have. Haha!

I don’t know what’s going on here; now, the hurtful flaming on the right foot is suddenly giving me pain. No either? It just kicked off while I was sitting here on the computer.
All a part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchcock; to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me, I  suppose.

The rain is still coming down out there. I took this photo when I was taking a rest from the computer and making a mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea. The rain stopped for a bit minutes later. I got the mug of Punjana tea made, then returned to the computer to press on with this blog. But not for long. I got the urge to go ing. I just had to check the kitchen again since I tried the hot water tap, and it was warming up nicely; the fear of leaving it running forced me to check. All okay this time.
The change in the view from ten minutes ago was . I’d still got the camera in my pocket, so took this shot of the blueish scene on view.

The Carer arrived. It was a new starter, a young man, who introduced himself as Ty. Who got the medications sorted out. He was a little serious, but that is perfectly understandable, reasonable, indeed, almost inevitable for a new starter on his first day on the job.
I think he’ll be alright. Hope he is and stays. He did not take the waste bag with him, but then I forgot to ask him to; that’s fair enough to me.

Somehow, after being up for seventeen hours, getting soaked to the skin, spending money like it was going out of fashion, and now shivering and so tired, and not having eaten anything, I was not doing badly. But the blogging I used to love so much is almost becoming a burden. Especially at times like this, where I’ve had two medical appointments in a row, can only result in more lack of sleep, and mistakes being made, and losing even more time cocking up the amendments I’ve made. And probably getting the correction wrong as well. So very .

Then, I had a lump of good luck! Oh, Yes, Sirree! Grrreat.
sounded, and the Electrician from Nottingham City Homes Maintenance came in. I thought I’d seen him before; in fact, I was pretty certain it was this chap who had changed the neon tube in the kitchen about a year ago. And here he was back again.
And as it turned out, I was right! Yes, Me, Right! .
He said he remembered me when the job came in. He was going off shift, but thought, being as it was for me, he called to do the job. That was so nice of him!
He got the tube changed in no time. I asked him to take a treat from the selection on show.
I thought it nice that he said he’d take his wife a Strawberry Daiquiri to treat her tonight. Nice touch!
Well done, mate!.
Back to the slog, updating this blog.
And it was gone midnight by the time I’d done it, and ready for the 215th grammar checking!

Then that the kicked off. Around and around! I had no chance of getting things sorted out then, so they’ll have to wait until mind-boggling thoughts have ceased.
I went to make a brew, being as I can now see what I’m doing again now the lights have been replaced.
I took this shot of the morning view from the kitchen window while waiting for the kettle to boil and the to pack up! In which I had a bit of luck…

I trapped the burnt index in the window when closing it. Which was most painful (I can’t understand why this particular wound hurts so much – worse than any of the others did?) But it seemed to kill off the darned , Grrreat!

It’s no good. I’ll have to get this sorted later; I’m all in.
See you in the morning… Oh, it is the morning…
I’ll get summat to eat and get my head down.

 

Inchcock: Tuesday 1st November 2022

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Gave up trying to sleep again after the wee-wee. Decided to get the ablutions done, being as I was wide awake yet flipping well again!
Apart from one issue, the ablutions went fantastically well this morning! Only one minuscule cut shaving, and I was rushing things a bit. I wanted to get the Monday blog finished and posted before going to the doctor. I had a feeling, well, EQ told me, that things would go okay with the results of the Severe Frailty Test Results… meaning I take it that someone would take notice and action on the problem? The Easy-Link bus that Deana ordered had been confirmed for 10:00hrs, so I do not have much time to get the blogging in. And with Liberty-Global going down tomorrow, I wanted to catch up as far as possible. But I felt a spot of good fortune was on the way? That in itself is a kind of miracle… as long as it comes.

As I was considering which manner to use to get the socks on, I spotted and photographed my left leg’s ankle. I seem to have gone all pale suddenly? What’s more, the ankle ulcer didn’t look too good a shade of colour? I think there is a furuncle or two coming out as well?

I did the washing and medicalisationing and feeling good, and with foolish bravery, I used , a mistake if ever there was one! I ended up with a cut shin and agony from the right foot delicate, , when I had a trying to rearrange the sock that had attached itself to the toenail!
Of course, I just laughed it of. What’s a spot of agony to a man like what I am, a mere tribulation. Being such a pain-bearing, heroic, brave, handsome young man?

Tidied up in the wet room, put the bloodied paper towels in the bin, took them into the kitchen and deposited it in the big waste bag.
Tried to take a decent photo of the morning view. Failed, of course, probably through
having fun with tearing the toenail and shin cutting, which has led to such a loss of blood. Hehehe!
I made a brew of Thompson’s Signature tea and tried to concentrate on updating the Monday blog.
I made a mess of the next two hours and spent more time correcting things than writing them. I realised later that I’d missed the Health Check graphics and a photo of my bleeding toe. Humph!

Came in, and I shook his hand on welcome. That confused him a bit; haha! I proceeded to tell him how much appreciated him and Deana and would struggle even more without you two. I think he liked that, but there were no signs given, just a feeling I got.
Richard got the medications sorted and checked on the whiteboard he’s bought me the previous day, and I reckon he liked my having used it. He had a read and pointed out that I’d got something down on it twice, bless him. I’d got some bits for him out of the fridge into a bag, and he had to fly; he’s got an extra call to do again today. Bade him farewell and all the bestestest… and got back on the computer, and hastened to get the blog done and posted before I had to go out… it was close, but I got it done. Turned of the computer and started getting the things needed for the surgery visit ASAP. As I was doing the checks, and as the rain began to fall, I spotted this fly/flea on the outside of the kitchen window. I wonder how it flew up all that way? Did he need to rest his wings?
Off I went down in the shuddering lift cage to the main lobby.
I’d made it in plenty of time.
Eighteen minutes before the Easy-Link bus was due to arrive at Winwood Heights prison camp… I mean Winwood Heights Independent Living Complex. Hehehe!
I had a poddle around the foyers, settled at the front next to the main doors, got out the crossword book and had a go at it. I did rather well, actually, I solved about five more clues. Although it may have been three, five sounds like I’m cleverer. Does it not?
I moved into the outer lobby, so I could see if the Easy-Link electric minibus arrives. Which it did spot on time. The driver had a bit of bother finding somewhere to park, but he handled it with a certain aplomb, and I went out to the bus and got in. Well, it seemed the right thing to do. Har-har!

I arrived at the surgery!

The chap didn’t ask for any cash, so he’d been informed of my being on the accounts for monthly charging.
We were soon in Carrington, and he dropped me off in front of the surgery.
I hobbled as the rain started again into the surgery and reported to the receptionist. Who pointed to the chairs and said something I could not hear, “Take a seat”, presumably? So, I did.
Five minutes later, Doctor Vindla summoned me into her room.
She seemed a little more interested in what I was saying and asked about how my Anne Gyna was? A rare happening! Then I realised there was another woman in the room, taking notes? Student? NHS Monitor, regulator? I didn’t know. But it got the Doctor showing interest in my health for once.

Ah, EQ’s message, this makes sense now.
The Doctor told me I didn’t do very well in the Frailty Test. Would I like her to refer me to ———- I didn’t hear what she said, just answered, ‘Yes, please!’
She went on her computer, left the room, and returned telling me that I needed a —?— test before they (?) would accept you, and Nurse Nichole had made time to fit me in, go to her room straight away, and she’ll do it now for you. So I did. Not knowing what test this was.
But it was nice to see her again. It was a blood test she took.
Then I didn’t know if I was to go back to see the Doctor or go home? Cause no one had told me. Nurse Nichole phoned the Doctor and told me to go home. It’s no wonder I get confused. I’ve no idea who I’m being referred to for help, either.
So, out into the rain and I had a hobble down to the Lidl store. Prospectively financially fatal, me, doing this! Hahaha!
I came out a good few quid lighter. With some cans for the Carers and Wardens, fresh tomatoes, Frikadellens, yoghourts and other bits. The trolley was pretty full and out to catch a but back into Sherwood.

Took the first photo on Mansfield Road. Well, all three of them were taken on Mansfield Road.
The first was from lower down the hill, where the Haydn Road bus stop was.

The second down photo was taken near the mass of closed-down shops after I’d gone over the pelican lights to the other side of the road.

They are out of order I think I took this one getting off the bus. Nottingham’s famous deadly free electric scooters.
Four deaths this year so far with these. One rider and three pedestrians. But the Council members must be getting back-handed to keep them on? Just a thought, like!
I called at the cash point to get some readies. Then in the Co-op, I got some cobs, vegan butter, cobs, and imitation smoked bacon.
Then hobbled up the hill to the bus stop to the flats. I had the pleasure of seeing Margaret from Winchester Court, and we had a natter en route on the bus. ♥

Back at the flats, I slipped her a can of Gin & Rhubarb, said my farewells and walked through the Winchester Court flats link passage into Winwood Court.

Met Frank and Esther, and had a few words, then into the Winwood Court Foyer. Where I met Deana, slipped her a can of Gin & Orange.

With the cheesy cobs, I’d got from the Co-op proudly displayed on top of the three-wheeled Walker basket, I proceeded in a Northerly direction along the link passage to Woodthorpe Court.

I was doing so well; it worried me! Hehehe!

I got to the end of the passage and recorded the rain that had started again, pelting it down and windy with it.

It went a little dark too!

I got up in the lift and went to take a photo of the downpouring rain from the window near the waste chute room.


I took a picture that caught the rainstorm beautifully, I thought when I looked at it on the screen.
But another of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, Fata-Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, occurred.
When I got into the flat, the picture was no longer on the SD card! How, why, does this happen? It must be something I’m doing wrong. A great photo as well. Schluberduberski! 

It took these shots of the rain as it was stopping.
Then made a start on updating this blog.

It was hard, slow work. I seem to be making more errors than getting things right lately?

I stopped for a break and took the large potato out of the slow cooker, added some cheese on top of each half, and got it in the oven, to cook the cheese.

Haahahaha!

Back to the blog again. I thought the break might have helped me to regain my concentration… Things got more farcical, not better!

Absolutely!

Then, around 15:00hrs, a sudden darkness came over everywhere within a minute!

I got the Lumix and took photos of it around the flat so you can see how dark it really turned.

It was eerie how quick it fell. Not scary or anything like that, but so unexpected. The changing seasons and clock changes might have had some effect on this little miracle?

That’ll be the changing of the clocks forward an hour. That I forgot all about and rang lovely neighbour Jenny to ask her the right time, last weekend. That was with the aid or insistence of my brain’s interloper, of course! Tsk!

Yet, looking at the picture where a window is, it looked so light outside?

My Cyber buddy, Billum, in Cincinnati, will know. He’s a bit of a boffin and clever with it, you know. A grand chap, a great partner in HRH Lisa-Petal, and a son to be proud of, Alan.

They show me care and understanding, yet they have so much to contend with themselves medically. I just thought it a suitable time to let them know my feelings and thank them for being them. ♥ Below is one of my favourite graphics that I’ve ever done.

Showing Bill and HRH Lisa-Petal in their make-believe time capsule, built in their underground laboratories in Cincinnati! Their senses of humour are so precious to me! Note the Dalek they took? Santar-Ha! Thanks!

Arrived in a good mood, and after giving me the medications by hand into my mouth, we had a natter. Shannon showed me, on her mobile phone, a photo of her baby in the womb. Bootiful! I think she said it is due in May… but I could be wrong. I insisted on her selecting a nibble and can of pop of her choice in thanks. The gal took the waste bags to the chute for me on her way out. ♥
I got something to eat, potatoes with cheese, tomatoes, sourdough bread, and two Frikadellens... which I am now going to eat! Hehehe!

Sorry that the picture didn’t come out very well.
Food Rating: 7.5/10.
Well worth the effort to make it.

I put the utensils in the kitchen bowl to soak and realised I’d not done the yet. So, I did.

WHOOPS – Up to Hyper- 2 again.
Tsk!

Inchcock Today: Thursday 20th October

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04:15hrs: I woke, yodelling, and laughed at the word. Broke into ♫Are you lonesome tonight♫ and leapt from the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner. Did 100 press-ups and 200 squats with the weights and had a bowl of healthy muesli and peppercorns.
All right, I’ll start again, then…
04:14hrs; I woke, passed wind and had an unexpected escapage from the rear-end! I painfully and carefully worked my way out of the recliner and limped even more carefully to the wet room.
Things were worse than I anticipated! The escaped product, although only a tiny amount, seemed to have two colours to it; Dark brown and khaki, not mixed up, but separated shades. But a definitely more fetid whiff lingered! After going into Sherlockian Mode, I worked out that I must have had a nocturnal leakage as well. but was not aware of it.
Got things cleaned and refreshed and new PPs on. Those Depend pants have proved themselves to be reliable a few times now. I only mention it because it helps me to live with the embarrassment and shame brought on by the bowels and bladder malfunctions. That sounded like it was written by an almost educated person?

Into the kitchen to make a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea. Starting the full milk this morning.

The photo taken was not such a good one this time. I tried three times to get a good one too. Tsk!

The sphygmomanometerisationing was tackled.
Although back up a fair bit on yesterday’s results, I’m not complaining at all.
Being at Hypertension One is where the returns have been more than any other level for weeks now.
SYS 154, DIA 92 (I would have thought that should have been in the red?).
Pulse in the green at 74.
The body temperature was low again, two days on the trot, after four days of being too high. And low the previous four days.
Still, getting n the amber for two of the last seven days is Smug-Mode making!

During ablutioning: I broke a bit more off of the left side double-molar cleaning the teeth. I can’t stop running my tongue around the new arrangement. Hahaha!
Ah, yes, well; here. Why are the tiniest cuts suddenly bleeding so profusely this morning? That was the question. Methinks with the reduction in Warfarin tablets must indicate that the INR level is high… Hang on, I look at the DVT Anticoagulation record… Ahem! It’s a little high at 3.9. I moved up a level in my Smug-Moding!
All went very well! (This was ultimately due to not bleeding) Thus, no painful ointment needed to be ointmentated.

Came in, and within seconds of greeting each other, the Yawning while talking commenced. I knew it had to be a Thursday, his last shift of the week. The poor lad looked shattered. But we still had a natter in between the yawning. Hehe! Gave him some treats, and wished him some sleep, as he took the waste bag with him on his way out.

I then spent the time readying the things needed for the Covid Booster trip. I made sure I was down in the lobby in plenty of time…
Down in the lift, not many folks about down there.
So, I had a reads of the notice boards for anything new on display.

Well, this notice caught my eye.
As did another, with questions from Tenants for the Residents Association to put to Nottingham City Homes Management. I did try to take a photo of it, but it failed to make it to the SD card again. As I recall, some of the questions related to the gangs of youths prowling about the corridors and what is being done about it.
And two about rough sleepers found in the stairwells? Fun living here!
And the Lumix went on strike altogether!

The minibus arrived. The cap asked me if knew the way to Carrington Pharmacy. ‘Down Winchester Street, Left on Mansfield Road, half a mile further on as the road dips, it’s in the block of shops on the right.” “Keep me informed when we get close. Which side of the road is it on?”

The rainstorm was getting worse now, and there were floods on the road as we neared the shop! We found it alright, and he told me he’d be back to collect me at 11:15hrs. Thanked him and got soaked just going from the minibus to the chemist’s shop.

They tended to me quickly, and I had a jolly good natter with the owner Deepak, and his daughter, who gave me the injection.
Then I went to the Lidl site for a sniff around. Got some flowers for Wardens Dean & Julie. Frikadellens for me. A couple of cans for the Carers counter, tomatoes and something else; I remember later when I put the Fuji cameras shots of the food on here.

Easy-Link returned on time, and we were soon back at the flats. Offered him a can of something, but it was declined. Thanked him again.
I got wet again going to the ILC office, gave them their treats, and as I was leaving, saw Esther lurking. Up to the flat, to put the food away… Ah, but not one of the baking potatoes (I remembered now!) That went in the oven! With plans to have Frikadellens and cheesy potatoes!
With the tomatoes that I bought today and those kindly gifted to me by Jenny, I think I’m in for a feast of taste!

Esther came in, and that meant no chance to get the blog done. Her talking to me from different rooms is annoying.
But she was in good spirits today!
Then I started to get today’s blog sorted. Four hours later, (Now), I got the potato mixed in with the Leicester cheese, liquid salt, V-butter and basil. It took me about an hour to get the one potato done and back in the oven.

So, a feast of fodder, so flavoursome, was I tucked into it! Frikadellens, baked spuds with turf Leicester cheese, tomatoes, and Saffron & Parmesian roast mini potatoes, to boot!

Carer Kylie arrived. , had a laugh and a natter for a bit, and then she took the waste bags on her way out.

I soon got stripped and into that jammies. I’d hoped for a good sleep, but I didn’t nod off until 22:30hrs. Which made me think how lucky I was with the booster jab. In the 12 hours since having the jab, I have not had the slightest bother, ache or pain… with it. And surprisingly, has been kind to me today!

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At 23:00hrs: I burst awake in agony with both the right arm and giving me some unending agony… which continued through the evening and well into the morning!

I sank in despair. No sleep, unending aches and pains…

It’s a life innit?

Inchcock Today: Friday 14th October 2022

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02:40hrs: I rose full of determination, willpower and commitment to get yesterday’s blog updated and posted puff in record time!
CorelDrawing, Photo Recovery, Excel, Word for the Ode, and back to CorelDraw. Posted the blog and finally found time to get the ablutioning done! Oh, better get the Health Checks done first… Two in the green zone again; it’s looking good! Body temperature is still low, though.

I took these three-morning shots from the kitchenette window as I checked for running taps etc.

Got the clobber I needed to change into after the sh… shave & shower. And, off the wet room.

This session was possibly, mayhap, could have been, was in the running for, very possibly, conceivably, in all likelihood, mayhap, ostensibly, putatively,  very likely, one of the best, easiest, least  Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop affected visits for months! Oh, yes! A delight from start to finish.

The medicationalisationing went well too! I left to get dressed. A  ! Then…
I cracked my right shoulder against the wet room door frame. Even as began to perform, I merely laughed it off.

By gum, the legs looked so good that I took a photo of them. You never know; the Tate or the Nottingham Art galleries may wish to buy a copy? Hehehe!

06:50hrs now. The Carer is likely to be due soon.
I put the mobile, ailment ID’s wristlets, watch, hearing aids batteries and Spare and sunglasses on the Carer’s table. So as not to forget to take them with me. Got the kettle on for a brew of Co-op 99 tea.

Gathered the things needed from the table and then got them in my jacket pockets and the walker-guide basket. Got the items ready for departure.

Then Carried checks. A good job that I’d given myself plenty of time cause they were persistently double-checked.
We all know who to thank for this. (Photo on the right!)

I arrived in the ground floor lobby with plenty of time to spare. The ETA given to me by the lady at Easy-Link was for 10:20hrs,

By 1035hrs, it had not arrived.

So, I moved into the outer lobby, which offered me a better view for me while waiting.

Around 10:40hrs, I spotted the mini-bus coming along Citrus Way, and it turned around at the end of the road and stopped to pick me up.
I realised then; that we could not get to the Riverside complex in time for the start of the meeting session.

There is always something for and at every Diabetes session that goes wrong! I seem fated with this place! The first meeting was the only one I’d arrived at on time. And since then, the other seven meetings have had hassle! Not in order, but; Late arrivals, Meeting dates were being changed mid-way through. So ensured, I got in a mess with changing the dates and asking Deana to change the bookings with Easy-Link; Meaning I went to one session when it wasn’t on – Missed another altogether – Then they changed the starting time of another meeting, and I ended up stuck in Bulwell for an extra hour & a half because the Easy-Link timing was not changed – Spent a fortune on shopping – Got soaking, sodden wet through, carrier bags, shoes and me dripping wet when the bus arrived – There were events, but I can’t remember them all.
Now today’s arrival was going to be late… Guaranteed to be late when we arrived at Basford. Roadworks traffic was at a standstill at the traffic lights. This was not the driver’s fault; even if he had arrived at the flats on time, we’d still have been late.
So, when the man dropped me off at the Riverside complex, the meeting lasted for fifteen minutes. I decided to forget about going into the room and disturbing everyone. Having missed so much already, what was the point? Feeling pretty pee’d-off now! I wonder if things will ever go right for me again? Fool! What are you saying!

I decided to walk slowly around Bulwell until it was time to go back for the pick-up. Another near-fatal more for the bank account! Fancy letting me free amongst shops and having the bank card with me? Humph!+.
During the hour-and-a-half I was meandering and spending money, I saw no less than four police vehicles arrive in the Bulwell Market area. Three were to collect shop-lifters, the other for a fight taking place between two women on Commercial Road.

That is the road that has closed the Boots store, Cheap food shop, record store, Farmfoods shop, hairdressers, Brighthouse and even a charity outlet! And others as well!

Main Street is heading the same way as Commercial Street. This area too has many closed-down businesses.
Sad to this, it used to be a great shopping area, with little things that could not be purchased in the vicinity.
Three banks closed. Cash-Savers, Beer-off, hairdressers, Two pubs, a Travel agent, Hardware stores, and Heron food shops, among them. So sad!
I spotted a Liberty-Global Virgin Media power unit that had been blocked off Main Street. Somehow, I was not surprised in the least to see this.
A little message in there for the boss of Liberty-Global, Mr Fries, who bought Virgin Media and is in the

process of totally destroying its good name, Mr ($23.6m salaried) Fries. The smoke & mirrors, money manipulator, con man, number crunching chap, who I admire so! No wonder the Virgin internet signal is so crap!

Where was I? Oh, yes… I shopped at the B&M store, then went into the Heron shop. Then as I was window shopping, yes, some of them were still trading; I had a massive Blank. When I came back to hear normality, I was in the Bulwell Market area with a bag of birdseed in the walker basket? I took this photo of the spot where I regained the memory (Sort-off). I didn’t actually regain any memory of the lost period as such. For instance, where I got the birdseed from will have to remain a mystery.
I made use of the bird food; by going to the River Leen and feeding the ducks and birds. Had a chinwag with them, of course. Which attracted some funny looks from those nearby… I can’t understand why?

I hobbled, slightly confused, back to the Riverside Complex and sat inside the car park entrance to await the Easy-Link pick-up. We were soon back at the flats, and I managed to cheer the same driver up with an offer of the can or bottle of his choice. (A Gin & Lime can chose, a smile produced, and a thank you, in the knowledge that he will enjoy that tonight)

I got into the flat and took pictures of the view from the kitchenette window. Then put the kettle on the boil while I put away the things from the carrier bags and trolley basket.

I was surprisingly feeling so tired, and the confusion of earlier returned? I could have done without that.

I forgot all about the mug of tea brewing in the kitchen. Worryingly, I had yet another Blank. It’s difficult to explain these. I don’t know how I will explain to the doctor on Tuesday. At the moment, I think it best not to say anything about them. Not that I believe she listens anymore, anyway.
I was actually in the middle of using the Porcelain Throne duties when I returned from my second mental sojourn of the day. Hahaha!

Most outstandingly, when I went to the kitchen, I found a pan with beans in it, the oven on cooking something that looked like pork slices, and that in itself was a shock; indeed, I would not have bought meat? They must be veggie ones? Also, I found two frozen potatoes in front of the microwave. I genuinely thought I’d lost the plot! This made me more determined not to mention it to the Doctor; she’d never believe me!
I’m not sure what I did? How, why, when… What!

The tune played, and Rihanna came in. Nice to see her again; she’s such a pretty young thing. Soon had the medications sorted, and I explained about the new doses and the Pentax medicine-taking to be checked on. I felt this was not going to happen. With so many different Carers, I will forget who I have and haven’t informed. The paper note I left in the Carers folder is nowhere to be seen? We had a little natter, which was as good as medicine is to me. Treat in thanks chosen, and she took the waste bag for me as she left.

I was definitely having visits from Confusion Conrad today. I was not thinking clearly, at all. Yet, not seemingly bothered by the lapses? I felt chirpy, in fact!

I made up the perfectly cooked nosh by adding the spuds to the beans and whatever it was that looked like belly pork but definitely wasn’t tasting like it.

I ate it slowly, occasionally stopping to think what the heck it was that I’d bought. But it tasted grand, all the same. Not the meat substitute, but it was okay for me, just not what I had expected it to taste like. Hehe! I also wondered where I bought it from.
Mayhap a search of the kitchen waste bag will reveal a box; to reveal the contents of the packaging of the product I purchased? Lackaday it was not to be. For there was no such box within. There was a white plastic bag in there that was not before? I took a sniff at the inside of it… Aha! That smelt like the vegan burgers I have? Guilt appeased!

I did some safety checks around the flat and hit the sack. Got up, did some safety checks around the flat and hit the sack… I had to get up later for a wee-wee. But I resisted doing any more checks. I got down in the recliner, and am pleased to report, that I . At last!

It’s been such a strange day. 

Inchcock: Thursday 6th October 2022

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05:25hrs: I stirred back into a mock conscienceless and was immediately aware of the Doctors Frailty Test being at 09:00hrs. However, it was a total mind-blank when I tried to recall when the Easy-Link bus was due to arrive.
So, I had to remove my behemoth-bellied body from the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, rickety-recliner, and get the computer on to check on the timing. Which was ETA 08:45hrs.

As I was putting the computer to sleep, I espied the yellow stick-it note on the front of the TV screen that said: ‘Easy-Link due at 08:45hrs!’ I decided the was needed first. After last night’s wash and brush-up debacle, I tackled the job with caution. There was no need to rush. And with an intent to avoid losing so much blood this time!

A bad start with the teggies. I think I must have torn the gums more than I thought last evening.
A vast improvement on Wednesday’s session! Only two little nicks! ‘Head sways Smugly!’
Showering: Ah, well, yes, it had to come! It’s been ages since I’ve had leg dance anywhere, let alone in the shower. But an I had. Knocked my ankle and chin, and shoulder on the control box of the shower. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it was a vicious one, alright. Later, I noticed a mark on my nose; I’ve no idea how that happened?
Apart from the usual treatment to the , which was the regulation prompting stingings. Everything else went well.
A bit of a hiccup with the trousers I’d got the new belt on to wear. They were too long and wide and were not very warm. Still, I’ve got a lift each way, so that should not be too much of a problem.

I remembered to get the new belt out to give Richard, more his size than mine, with his treats. You can see the leather belt in this picture. You can see how long it is? Better for someone to use it than throw it away. Off course, it would have been ideal if someone idiot had not ordered the wrong size in the first place! Guilty! My arithmophobia is getting worse!

I started to get as many things needed, ready and to hand as possible and gathered them in one place so as not to forget to take them with me. Got the kettle on. I went to the main room and got the computer back on.

Rang out, and in walked Carer Richard. After giving me the medications, I asked him to fasten the Velcro fasteners on the shoes for me, which he did. Then I presented him with the belt and found it was a little long, even for Richard. But he held onto it; said he’d get some holes punched in it at the shop. He seemed to like it. Made up a bag of his other treats, and he had to shoot of, which gave me plenty of time to get prepared for the lift.

On the reminder notes, now made about eight-hours earlier, and I was working from, I spotted ‘Test-PUP’? Beats me what it means!

I went through the checks and ventured out and down in the lift to the ground floor. Went along to the ILC-Wardens office, finding Deana was in. I reminded her about the flowers up in the flat to collect later. I could have taken the flowers down but had she was not in, I’d have had to go back up to put the flowers back in the water, and that would mean a good chance of me missing the Easy-Link bus.

I hobbled through the link corridor through Winwood Court and into Woodthorpe Court.
We’ve no shortages of notices, as you will have spotted here. Haha! One caught my eye. About the jazz band on Saturday 24:00 > 16:00hrs, playing in the main social room. I hope to go to listen to them… if I remember!

I popped my head (and camera) into the laundry room. What I saw bode not well. Clothes stacked on top of the washer, and the smell of cheap soap powder and alcohol… Ethel, no, Esther, was lurking in the building!

As I neared the front lobby door, I spotted the Easy-Link minibus passing to the right, do turn around to pick me up! Spot on time!

As I got outside, he was already pulling up at the curbside for me.

I mused over how much the trip would cost this time. It turned out to be £6, for two ways, so not bad at all.
A nice chap; I’d not seen him before. Liked a natter en route, my sort of bloke. Said he would return to collect me at 09:40hrs. Thanked him, and I got into the surgery. I was instructed to take a seat… so I did.

THE SEVERE FRAILTY TEST:

After a while, Nurse Nichole came and called me into her room. I cannot say how pleased I was it was Nurse Nichole who was doing me on the day. An absolute pleasure, and she is a treasure!
Nichole did the test via computer input. I think I did alright. But not sure. Although Nurse Nichole said she would have to rush after the test, she did listen to me tell her about my memory and the problems caused by it and my belief that I have a concern. My sight and hearing problems, Bless her! ♥ I did feel guilty afterwards, my pushing it. But I thought this was the only person who would understand?
Shame facedly, I took a seat in the waiting room until the transport arrived. The young receptionist said she will keep an eye on the cameras and let me know when the bus arrived. Bless ’em all!

A lady sat next to me and got out her mobile. And I mentioned to her how complicated mobiles are nowadays. I showed her my Nokia. I got a lovely look from her that said, “Ah, the poor old thing!” And we started chatting away, which suited me to a tee! The receptionist girl told me that the bus was coming in. So, I bid farewell to the lady sitting next to me, and I ventured outside to the minibus.

The same driver picked me up. And we nattered en route back to the flats, which did not take very long, but it was nattering-filled, just perfect! Boosted me no end that did.

And, dread of dreads, in walked Esther! Never stopped talking, not that I could hear her anyway. Problems I gather with getting washing machines. Meant she was going through the cabinets and shelves pretending to clean. I’ve no idea if anything disappeared or not. Maybe a bottle of spring water?

Anyway, I upset her when she started going through my files and boxes when she opened one from Lisa-Petal. I told her, “That’s private!” “Not that it stops you searching through things, does it?” – “I didn’t know!” Then as she sulked, I got a minute or two of peace from her voice! But it didn’t last long. It’s just that it was the beautiful pink box Lisa-Petal sent me from America, with the family in it. Anyway, I think she charged me extra to get her own back. Tsk! I gave Esther a £20 note, she gave me a tenner back and told me I owed her £5.

At last, I could get on undisturbed and badgered with the blog updating. I’d been at it for about three hours; it was slow progress. Then, sounded. I found some tomatoes outside the door. Jenny had gifted me some more; bless her! I called her on the mobile to thank her. What a kind gal she is. I must take some drinkies down to her door. This reminds me of the English ladies’ football match tomorrow night if I can stay awake long enough to watch, and the Jazz-Band performance on Saturday. Looking forward to hearing them. (Again, if I remember!)
Back to blogging again.
Started kicking off! And she was in a nasty mood with me! I took an extra Codeine. And then, another cockup was performed by yours truly. I read the wrong leaflet with the magnifying glass. I thought it was the one for the Ramprilil capsules. Cause I can’t remember which of the medications is for . I did feel like a fool! Got the right one, but even with the glass, I could not read it. I looked on Google. Nitrates, but I don’t think I’ve got any of them on the prescriptions. A deeper search found that Beta Blockers are used as well… Ah, I’ve got some of them… dare I try taking an extra one now? Bugger it, I will!

The time has gone quickly again! The Carer is due in the next hour. And I don’t feel hungry again? Summat a matter with me here?

In walked a very welcoming Sinead. ♥ A lovely gal. Had I been 60 years younger, a foot taller, a lot healthier/fitter, could see and hear, had hair on my head, and slightly more sane, I’d be in there, you know! Oh, Yes! She could not stay long, but Sinead accepted the treats and…
Found I’d left the hot tap running! AGAIN!

I FEEL AN ODE COMING ON…

Then Sinead departed. I asked her to take the waste bag with her to the chute, which she did, and slightly annoyed with himself for leaving the hot tap running, sadder at Sinead’s departure, and idiot, closed and locked the door, and limped back to his computer, and but Heartbeat on his TV.

Despite this Thursday being his best day for months, he sank into a Dracula Depression. Life can be a bitch! Yet, he fought his way out of the gloom. He decided that this momentary glitch, Cataract Katie, Hearingless Hennessy, Anne Gyna etc. were only payment for his sins, mistakes and attitude he had as a teenager and were deserved. (Got into a foul mood now, hasn’t he – Hehehe!) Time for him to get some shut-eye?

Oh, ! I’ve not done the , have I. Humph! I’ll do them then.

Back up into the read after one day in the amber. Ah! Well, it could be worse.

SYS 150. DIA 85, I’m sure I’ve had similar figures for these two and not ended up so high on the assessment graph?

The body temperature is maintaining a much higher-than-normal figure? There’s a reason for this, you know.
I’ve no idea what it is, mind. Haha!

The DVT-Warfarin Clinic phoned me; a little hard making out what she was saying, but a few Pardon me’s, and can you say that again please’s, and I think I got the message.
It seems that the Warfarin INR level had shot up to 4.1.
So, they are calling again on Monday, twixt 08:00 to 08:30hrs, to take another sample.
I put this in the Google Diary.

Back to the
The pulse was also pretty high again, at 91bpm.
Wonder what it ought to be?

Then I remembered to get some 7 veg sauce heating up to go with the rice later.

I took this photograph of the evening sunset horizon.
I thought it looked different to usual.

I noticed the letter that arrived earlier that I’d put on the desk.
It was from Easy-Link. The social transport suppliers. Also called CT4N.
They had sent a questionnaire. Four A4 size sheets, asking for an urgent reply? Sounds to me like they are about to stop the service, mayhap?

Not good if so. Of course, it arrives at the weekend when I have no one available to help me with it; the writing is so small.
Oh, lucky me! Got the fodder prepared.

Put some of the 7-Roasted Veg (Tomatoes, aubergine, carrot, courgette, onion & yellow red pepper) sauce in the saucepan on its lowest heat level and stirred it regularly.
Then got the rice in the microwave for 2-minutes as instructed.
Added some BBQ sauce to the pan and got the rice in the wide low bowl.
Then added the sauce and gave it a good mixing up.
It didn’t look much to the eye, but to my taste buds, it was scrumptious, almost ambrosian! Flavour-Rating: 8.9/10!
On looking at the bottom picture in the morning, I thought I may have eaten a beetle? Can you see why in the picture? Hehe! I reckon, and hope, it was a piece of aubergine that looked like a beetle!

I got the pots washed and then settled to get some belated sleep, but this was not to be. What followed has not been known for donkey years; I watched a film all the way through! Well, almost, just a few nodding offs of a minute or two. And I’d seen the film before as well. Denzel Washington, in The Equalizer. Oh, I do love it when the good guys win. Which is a fantasy, of course… they rarely do win in real life. But that’s what attracts me to watch these films in the first place.
This meant I turned off the TV as soon as the movie ended; and drifted into the land of nod in the early hours of the morning. I didn’t wake up until 06:30hrs! The latest I’ve woken in years! And just 20 minutes before the carer arrived. Evening all… no, Morning all!

Inchcock: Friday 30th September 2022

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04;30hrs: I woke, but not time for  Thought Storms, self-pitying, or passing the usual wind… For the  was desperately needed, I frantically farted about and somehow made it to the Throne in time, just. The evacuation took about 30 seconds, and it was all over. Minor bleeding, but not a lot. No effort from me was needed; it was all passed in auto-mode.
Besides the regulation cuts shaving, everything went so well that it worried me. However, on leaving the wet room, I did a Master-Class Top Quality, Damned painfully . Right on the edge of the door as I was closing it! Of course, it didn’t bother me at all, being the brave, heroic sort of young man that I am. Ahem!