Inchcock Today – Thursday 19th September 2019: Worra Pestilential Day!

2019 Sept 19

2019 Sept 19

Thursday 19th September 2019

Welsh: Dydd Iau 19eg Medi 2019

4Thu03

WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2 01:20hrs: I woke with that Reflux-Breathing-Belching erupting problem that started yesterday afternoon. It had vanquished every other ailment to the back-burner. Even the Peripheral Neuralgia was cowering and not giving me much bother. Which is more than could be said for the knees RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis). Within minutes of moving out of the £300, second-hand recliner, a cough started to develop, that has got a little worse as the morning went on. Healthwise, thing were not too good. Up onto my feet, and RAI let me know he was a close second, in the hassle-stakes.

But, all the other stuff is okay, so, beggars can’t be choosers! (Is that the quote I wanted? It’ll do! Haha!)

A little Dennis Dizzy as I got into the kitchen, but nothing to worry about, over in seconds. I took a shot through the doorway without the flash, then one with it on.

4Thu02

I got the handwashing moved to the airers. Then to the not used overnight GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), and had yet another of the pitiable PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak, Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wees. Made a brew, took the medications with an extra painkiller, and off to the Porcelain Throne.

Now, this was consistent for the last few days, anyway. The superabundance of material evacuated, was still, well, colossal almost gigantesque! I don’t know why, but it’s been this way for about four or five days, now? I’m just glad the toilet is coping with so much and not blocking-up again!

WD 0.0.255 2 WDPStraightThe throat and chest along with Reflux Roger and breathing difficulties were getting yet worse, as I got the computer on. Then sharp painful intakes of breath began! The shoulder and fingers started to dance about as soon as I started typing on the keyboard! Humph!

4Thu001I decided to make another cuppa and take one more painkiller before struggling on with the blog. The knee pins, I got some of the Phorpain gel rubbed into them. Reflux Roger was persistent if nothing else this morning!

The tea went cold. So I ventured carefully to the kitchen to make another brew. Got the kettle on, and needed, urgently, (I thought), a wee-wee. So I rushed, well, limped pretty quickly back into the junk-computer room to the grey emergency plastic bucket…

WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2A4Thu04 Oh, dearie me! On the way back, Dizzy Dennis caught me at the same time as the right nerve-dying leg, tried to do an involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance. No injuries, but I tumbled against the Ottoman, I didn’t go over at all, but the bang redistributed some of the things that were on the tray! And left me with only a bruised left-hand palm. So, quite acceptable. I’ve not seen the red ink pen since mind you. Haha! What a draycup!

Life seems to have me all farcockt, lately!

At long last, I got on with the Wednesday post. It took me hours, cause of the shakes, nerves, and dancing right side. I was quite proud when I did get it done, even though it took so long. Phew! Throughout the process, I had to have about eight PWWDIB wee-wees. Not passing enough water to fill a coffee cup in total! Humph!

Another mug of tea, methinks.

WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2 I took some pictures from the balcony on my tea-break. Roughly the same view. Apart from the last one. All taken in different modes on the camera. I diligently wrote them down in order, on the back of an envelope, which choice I had made… Took the shots and as I struggled to close the window, I dropped the paper! Fehl!

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Ah, well, these things are sent to test us! I just wish they wouldn’t check me so often! Hehe!

I made a start on this blog. Then did some catching up on the TFZ Facebooking.

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Well, fancy that! That’s sodded all the plans again! Thank You, Fries!

WD 0.0.255 2 Huh!

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Flipping hard slow slog getting the Facebooking done! Over three hours. Thanks to Mr Fries!

4Thu05Late now, so, I’d better pack in, and get the nosh sorted out. No chips again, though! Oh, no! Three days abstinence. It’s not easy, you know! Hehehe!

A fair enough meal, though. I gave it a 6.5/10 for flavour and taste.

After washing the pots, Reflux Roger and the tight chest convinced me to just sit down and try to fall asleep. But it wasn’t happening, so I put the TV on. A wee-weeless hours long period of belching and struggling for breath, and I had to rise for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised.

The same style as it has been for many days now. A massive, ‘Where-Did-That-Come-From’ evacuation again.

Back to the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. This time, heavenly sleep came to me, in no time.

WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2 This may take some explaining, I’ll do my best: I woke-up, almost convinced I was trapped in an underground cave, with writings of all my failures, mistakes, errors etcetera, writing on the massive cave’s walls, in beautiful italic handwriting?

This is what I had been dreaming about?

I thought I had nodded off again and returned to the dream (I think). I had some paint or whatever, and climbed a tree log, to reach and cover the words…

I woke, hanging out of the recliner, and found I had knocked things off of the recliner, and they had fallen into the GPEB! I just couldn’t leave the stuff in there. But getting myself upright and out of the chair, proved painful and RAI knee was not happy with me at all! I got the bottle of spring water, the packet of Codeines, the tub of Twiglets, all now soaking in the urine, and rinsed them in the sink, and bagged them ready for going in the chute in the morning. Cleaned and sanitised the GPEB and me. Annoyed, I returned to the recliner…

WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2 And stubbed the damned toe on the way!

Worra flaming Day!

Humph!

Inchcock Today – Monday 16th September 2019: It was going so well, then a Super Accifauxpa ruined it. Ah, well!

2019 Sept 16

2019 Sept 16

Monday 16th September 2019

Greek: Δευτέρα 16 Σεπτεμβρίου 2019

1Mon02

02:45hrs: As has been the regulation activity on waking for a few days now; I woke in need of a wee-wee. Dismounted the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 To the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), and what a pathetic lamentable session it was, of the WPTU (Weak-Pathetic-Trickling-Unwilling) style. Hardly worth the effort really!

WDPright1Mon05WD 0.0.150 As I was wiping and shaking, It felt like to me, that blood should have been flowing from a lesion on the left shin? I took a proper look. What a state the pins were in! They had regained the fluid storage, gone all knobbly, more blood papsules had appeared. The worst thing about this was the left leg had joined in getting the blobs and odd lumps and 1Mon03marks, now! Although I could not get them to show clearly in the photos, two new craters had appeared, near the new, what look like, but are not scratch marks?

Amazing how quickly things can change! If, as now looks likely, the peripheral neuralgia is going to affect the left side as well as the right, I could find myself in a right pickle, in a naufrageous way. It’s true, I do suffer from abulia and ambivalence nowadays, but that very fact proves the absence of any ability, to improve things. Doesn’t it?

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 Then, I realised I had slept with the bamboo socks on! I am not supposed to do this. I wonder if doing this, may have caused the problems? The left leg, is now positively stinging in the area around the depressed pothole flesh?

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 As I painfully removed the socks, to get them hand-washed… Blood appeared on the back of my hand? Oh, bother! It was Little Inchies Fungal Lesion that was bleeding! No pain with it, mind. (Not doing very well these last few days, am I? Humph!)

I got some Inchy-cleaning done and applied some over-the-counter hydrocortisone cream. I am out of the prescription Dexamethasone anti-fungal cream, so do not expect startling, or even a successful outcome. I must get a prescription for some more. While doing this, the summoning from the innards arrived – at last! Hardly any effort needed, no pain either. But it was another monster-sized evacuation. I just hope I can avoid any blockages in the pipeworks.

Thank Heavens for the PP’s! Oh, yes!

Washed the dandies and wiped the contact areas with antiseptic disinfectant, and returned to the kitchen, and got the socks washed, rung-out and onto the airer. Kettle on, took the medications, I was unsure about taking the water tablet, the Furosemide? I decided against it, despite the knobbly, warped, pot-marked legs returning. Made a brew, and got on the computer to get the finishing off of the Sunday blog done.

With a weary determination, I pressed on. Eventually getting the post finished and sent off to WordPress. Then I had to make up a template for today’s blog, using CorelDraw and WordPress to achieve it. But, I proudly got it done and made a start on this page.

WDPright1Mon16WD 0.0.150 08:00hrs: Ablutioning time. I stripped off ready to do the teggies and shaving; and what a sight the stomach was as well as the legs! Blood papsules, lesions, spots and an erupting ulcer I think, at the top of the heart operation scar! The dropsies during the session were too frequent, and many to count! The soap in the shower being ahead count-wise, I feel sure. But included the toothbrush, toothpaste, mouth-wash bottle, razors, bleach bottle, ear wax bottle, flannel, towel, spectacles, Haemorrhoid cream tube, and a bag of PPs! (Probably more!) I joke not!

1Mon06Incidentally, I made this photo into a Vignette style, to try and hide the embarrassing ‘Man Boobs’ that were hanging down, and the voluminous size of the gut. True!

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 Oh, alright then, here’s the original! Tsk! Not exactly pretty is it? I suppose it goes to prove my allotriophagy and tendency to gormandise? Guilty! With mitigating circumstances, which will be lied further about, no doubt, in future chronicles, later! Hehe!

I sprayed the feet, socks and shoes, dressed, and took the black bags to the chute on the way out, and a big bag for recycling to the Caretakers door on the way out of the lobby. Where I met Penny on her way out to the bin. She deposited a very large empty bottle of strong spirits, (Only joking!) and nipped back in through the caretaker’s handleless door, shutting it behind her, so I had to walk the winding route on the frontage, to get to Winwood Court. Hahaha!

1Mon09a

I entered through the lobby, and called into the Obersturmbannführer Wardens cross-examination, interrogation room, and handed out some nibbles. Dean and Julie looked rather busy, so I departed and walked through the large Winwood Court social area. Near the open kitchen, I decided it would be a good idea, to nip out the rear door, to take photos of an area I usually cannot access. I got out using the green release button, this one opened automatically after I pressed it, not like the Woodthorpe Court one, it didn’t need opening manually.

It was drizzling lightly, and I took a shot along towards their seating alfresco area and my beloved Woodthorpe Court.

WDPright WD 0.0.150 Then realised that the swipe button to get back inside, hanging loose, the rain had gotten into the box, and it wasn’t lit up or working! Ah, well! As luck would have it, I found another door further along near Winchester Court, that was working, and got in through there! Out, and to the bus stop. Penny and a couple of others were there. The queue soon grew. I had a great laugh, joke and gossip while we waited for the L9’s to arrive.

My intention originally was to go to the Arboretum, to feed the ducks and birds. But seeing how the wheels on the trolley were already getting leaves, seeds and various other bits of muck on them, I decided to go to the Disabled shop instead, and have a look to see if they had any three-wheeled guides for sale, with a larger bag then mine. On the short trip down into Sherwood, Angie, Roy, Shirley and others shared a giggle or two.

I alighted with many others and called into the Post Office supermarket. The owner was true to his word and had got some more of the puff pastry fingers in stock again. I bought two packets and a roll of biscuits.

1Mon10I came out and had a walk up and over the hill on Mansfield Road, and down to towards the disabled shop.

On my way, the brain wanted to give me one of its ‘Worry, fret, fear, panic, attacks’. But I fought off this one. I wish I could do the same with all of them. But I don’t know how I did it this time. I would not let the hideous thoughts affect me at all! Within minutes, I was hobbling on, unconcerned and certainly not worrying about anything, Amazing!

1Mon11 I arrived at the store and went in to have a look around at the trolleys on show.

None of them appealed to me or had any larger carrying capacity than the one I have already.  Pity!

The chap came to me and told me no suppliers do one with a bigger bag on them. Ah, well! It 1Mon12can’t be helped!

As I was walking back up Mansfield Road into Sherwood, a Pavement Cyclist, came at me head-on, and I had to move to avoid the arrogant, ignorant, nasty, scumbag from banging into me. I turned to take this photo of the sleazeball, stinkard, rat-bag, shitty varmint!

1Mon13I walked over the brow and down to pass the bus stop. Angela and Roy were sat outside a cafe, and we had a few words. They were off to the Lidl store in Carrington.

I went to the Wilko shop. Where they had the £3 Ylang Flavour Boost chrystals on sale at three for £5! I hope they are not clearing them, to stop selling in future! I bought three of them, a Ylang fabric conditioner, and some waste bags.

1Mon14Up to the bus stop. When the bus arrived, there was the only person on it apart from myself. A new tenant, who is not the greatest conversationalist I’ve ever known.

When the bus arrived, the driver parked behind the first bus. He put down the board to let me off safely, and let the other passengers on the bus with ease, thank you, Sir!

1Mon14aAs I went into Winwood Court, via the lobby door, there were three people waiting to get the bus. I bravely told them I am not allowed to let anyone in who I don’t recognise. They produced Nottingham City Home I.D. So I let them in. But, just to keep an eye on them, I took a picture of one of the toy dogs that are scattered around in Winwood Court, while maintaining a bead on them. But they seemed genuine enough.

I didn’t see a soul as I walked through the linking passage until I got to the end door. The caretaker was coming my way and held open the swipe-door for me. I thanked him, and we had a few words and a laugh shared.

1Mon15Still, no one it sight I got up to the flat and emptied the trolley and carrier bag out. Then got the things put away and pondered on what to have for my nosh, later.

No equivocating this time. After a few moments, I decided on beef pasty, curried baked beans and a few chips! I surprised even myself at my quick mind-making-up! Haha!

1Mon17I got the computer on, and ready to start to update this blog. After all, there may not be much time in the morning, with the crippling, over-enthusiastic, impassioned, body-wrecking, After-Stroke physio session to attend! Then I made another decision. Oh Yes! I got the £2.30 bus fare put ready in the jacket pocket I’ll wear, and wrote a note, to leave on the TV screen. This being due to my missing the flipping bus last week, cause it came two minutes early! So, ‘Be prepared’ is the motto for this week!

I’ve just realised something – No, wee-weeing again yet?

I started, at last, doing the updating. Much tap-tapping with the occasional thud from above for the first two hours of the job.

Eventually, the weariness overtook me. I got the nosh sorted. Another of the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination; the photograph I took of the nosh has disappeared from the SD card? I ate the fodder, beans, chips & tomatoes. Flavour-rating 6/10.

Thought I’d better get the handwashing done, with having to go out early in the morning for the physio session, I’ll not have much time.

I got the washing up of the pots done. I used the Fairy washing up liquid, and tons of tiny bubbles flew around. I got the camera and tried to photograph them. I think I caught a total of one bubble! Haha!

1Mon20

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 and an WD 0.0.150 A I was taking of the trews to get myself settled down, and as I bent forward to place them on the rack… just at  that moment, Dizzy Dennis visited, and I toppled over. Falling against the Ottoman and the chair. How I got my hands out in front of me to avoid further injury and damage, I don’t know. But I recall an odd moment of smugness, as I thought; “Cricky, you did well there, son!” to myself.

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 Then the neuropathy ridden right hand and arm, started to do a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and of course, my arms, that were protecting my privates, chest, face etc. from landing fully on the Ottoman, collapsed! I fell on the Ottoman corner, chair and floor, all cleverly at the same time. I really was in  nervous state, again thinking of pressing the wristlet alarm, as I was struggling to get back upright, and was not sure if I’d done myself any serious harm or not. I eventually managed to get myself back up, and disintangled of the crushed Ottoman and lid, electricty plugs and wires. But I have to say, it shook me up a bit.

I felt a bit giddy still, so stood with the stick for a few moments, and thought things through. The dizziness lingered, and I moved very carefully to get the camers to check on any harm done to the legs.

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 1Mon21The pins were not a pretty sight! Hehe! A few new bruises coming through on both legs, above the knee where I landed hitting the Ottoman and electricity socket array.

I hoped that they would not stiffen or become too painful for me to get to the After -Stroke Physio Torture Session in the morning.

I settled down and sleep came much easier tonight. I slept a straight five-hours. Bliss!

Inchcock Today – Sun 15 Sept 19: Sleep, deep peaceful sleep… Wot’s that then?

2019 Sept 15

2019 Sept 15

Sunday 15th September 2019

Italian: Domenica 15 Settembre 2019

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03:10hrs: I stirred into a replica of real life, and the need for a wee-wee (As is usual recently), arrived. I escaped the clutches of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and regretlessly 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 ridiculously, relentlessly rotting-away recliner.

WD 250.0.100 I Took the few dodgy steps to the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) and had a rather pathetic, weak, approximate quantity, no more than four-fluid-ounces of an INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee. The stomach was still feeling tight, with the odd escapage of wind, amidst the rumblings from within. It’s been about 42-hours since any Throne evacuations. Oh dear!

7Sun07I got a potato in the crock-pot for me later, one in the saucepan for Josie, and got some peas podded.

The potato in the saucepan was soon losing its skin, which was a good sign, so I lowered the heat on it to a minimum level the stove 7Sun10would let me.

WD 250.0.100 A lot of the peas still had the fur inside the pods, so I had to take care and avoid using them. So many peas shot off all over the place, I think I spent more time searching for them and retrieving the few that managed to find. Bit of a 7Sun01farce, the podding was this morning!

I took a picture through the open thick-framed, light and view-blocking kitchen window. That turned out to be one of my worst ever. I’ve no idea what I did wrong? Unknowingly the shaking hand, I assume, might have affected things? I moved the handwashing onto the airer, and had yet another INHBT mode wee-wee!

7Sun10aI spotted one of the escapee peas on the stove as I was leaving to get the computer on to do the updating, but where the other estimated eleven peas had gone… Well?

WD 250.0.100 I got my nose-to-the-grindstone and got on with the updating. With my late awakening, due to not being able to get to sleep last night, and the Peripheral Neuropathy affected fingers losing some degree of sensitivity when they contacted anything hard, making typing such an ever-mistake making process. It took me a good few hours to get the task completed! Luckily, the Axonotmesis affected leg, did not do any of its imitations of the Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dancing! Although the shoulder did go into its ‘Jij-jig’ routine a few times.

By the time I’d got it all finished and posted off, I felt like it ought to be time to get my head down. Humph! I went to make a brew, before starting on creating the graphics for today’s blog.

7Sun11It was getting lighter out. But, the moon was still showing occasionally through the clouds.

I got the drink and began on CorelDrawing.

I had nearly got them graphic almost all done; the top Brexit Humour, the thought of the day and the Days dedicated to picture, and I realised that I had not started any prep work for Josie’s cheesy potato meal. I got on with getting the large potato from the saucepan, and into the mixing bowl. Cut it up into small pieces and removed the larger pieces of skin. Added the shredded Leicester cheese to the spuds. Then some butter, onion salt and malt vinegar. I must have spent about half-an-hour mashing it all up together. The hands didn’t play up much, I’m glad to say. Got shaped and into the oven. Back to the computer to make a start on this post.

Sister Jane rang, and we had a natter that I enjoyed. I thought about asking for my valuables back. But the only time I mentioned it before, Pete said they were too heavy to carry. Presumably, they were the same weight when he took them? Haha! He is a rascal!

I stopped computing and got the plate laid out, ready for the presentation display for Josie to enjoy. I got the beetroot, gherkins and sliced part of the Italian-Bull tomato in the slicer, and them onto her plate with the cutlery wrapped in a kitchen towel. I bet she wakes me again by returning them late? Still, she does it every Sunday, so I’ll just have t put up with it Hehehe! 

I got the cheesy potatoes out of the oven, all nicely crispified now. Added the fresh pod peas and some mousse to the plate and tray then got it on the wheeled server and was delivered to Josie’s door, ringing the bells at 11:58hrs, The potatoes were still hot. I’m never far off of the 12:00hrs target-time.  She was a good time in answering. When she arrived, she said she was on the phone. She liked the look of the nosh, though. And that cheered me up. I wished her happy nibbling and returned to the flat.

7Sun19I got the black bags sorted, and took them with me to the chute, on my way to the Winwood Court rooftop to have a nosey around and take some pictures.

I poddled along the link-passage corridor, to the Winwood Court elevator. I didn’t see a living soul on the way. I got up to the beautiful, warm, cosy, well set-up leisure lounge they have. No one was in there. So I had a mini-hobble about with the three-wheeler guide and took a few photographicalisations.

7Sun15I spent about twenty-minutes pottering about. I’d hoped someone would arrive, for me to have a natter too. But no! The felt on the roof was still leaking

I popped into the big lounge downstairs. Again, there was no one free for a gossip!

As I started to walk back through the link-passage, four blokes came in the foyer, and went to the new laundry room? On a Sunday? They were not wearing overalls! Mmm? They looked responsible types. But so did Lord Lucan!

7Sun21I made my way to the Woodthorpe end on the passage. And turned round to see if I could see the suspicious ganglet of men, but I couldn’t. Incertitude swelled up inside of me.

I wished I’d taken a photo of them now!

I got back up to the apartment and got back on the computer.

It was nearly 15:00hrs, and I would have liked to have got stripped off, and get the handwashing done, and then my head down. But Josie has not returned the things yet. She may or may not return them today, but it is usually late, for me, when she does. It doesn’t matter, but I dare not go to sleep to be woken up in the nude again.

So, I had to force myself to do some more graphics and templates, even though I wasn’t up to at this time of day for me. Oh, I am awkward!

WD 250.0.100 But the weary tiredness, and as I got more so, the hands started playing up, and I even had a mini Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance from the right leg! 

7Sun22I gave up. Graphics still not even started, let alone done!

I got my meal sorted out. The tomato-slicer was not quite big enough to cut the last chunk of the Bull Tomato, so I… ‘Carefully’ used the steak knife, to slice it. It looked very odd inside, with 7Sun34bvery little juice. But the flavour was spot on!

The beetroots, so-called, Baxter’s Baby Beetroots, were extremely large and so hard! But, all the rest was fine and tasty. Enough to give it a Flavour-Rating of 7.9/10.

18:00hrs: I was just finishing it off, and the door-chimes rang-out! Josie was returning the things from her nosh. She said she’d enjoyed it, and gave me a chocolate eclair. Bless her! At least with my staying up late, for once I wasn’t woken up. Haha!

I got the pots washed, and settled down in the £300, c1968 rickety-recliner, the one broken by Brother-inLaw Pete when he was burgling the flat when I was in the Stroke ward in the hospital.

All I wanted was some sleep. It took such a long time coming again! “Sleep, sweet Morpheus, sleep…”

Inchcockski – Monday 12th August 2019: Medical Globdangerations, today!

2019 Aug 12

2019 Aug 12

Monday 12th August 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 12fed Awst 2019

02:10hrs: I woke, and had to free my horrendously ever-growing ever more significantly-sized wobbly-body from the £300, second-hand, none-working-at-the-moment, painfully off-putting beige-coloured, c1968, rickety recliner, for a wee-wee. Gained my balance, grabbed the stick and to the good old (empty) EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket).

WD 0.0.128A The wee-wee style was of the IDKWIB (I-don’t-know-why-I-bothered) mode. Never has so little been evacuated, resulting in such effort, patience, and pain! Urgh! Argh! And ten minutes later, a two-second dribble! Huh!

1Mon01aI must crack on today, the Doctors appointment at 08:50hrs, and Health Centre at 11:00hrs and some bread and tomatoes to be bought while I’m out.

The view from the kitchen window was a good one this morning.

The BP machine and thermometer were not having it again! I took the medications and made a brew.

I got the handwashing done and hung to dry. Then the summoning from the innards to attend the Porcelain Throne arrived. A messy evacuation, but not so painful. Washed the hands, the none-quivering hands, I might add. (Oh, yes, Smugmess Mode Adopted!)

1Mon02WD 0.0.128A The whole body looked extremely anaemic and cadaverous, it fair shocked me. Especially as I was feeling a lot stabler healthwise, in myself this morning?

Still, the pot marks and papsules seemed to be clearing up? Even the spider-veins were not showing up as much as vividly as they usually do. But that might be due to the current anaemicalness. I must mention this and show this picture to the Doctor this morning.

As I was just about to start updating yesterday’s blog, I had to hasten to the wet room for a sudden wee-wee. What a difference with this one! An unexpected, catching me unawares, LPSS (Long-Powerfull-Stinging-Splashingback) version! Another mess to clean-up! Humph! It was a good job I didn’t use the bucket this time, else it may well have been blasted out of my hand! Hehehe!

Back to the computer and got the finalisationing done to Sunday’s diary. Posted it off. Then went on the WordPress Reader. Made a start on this blog.

An hour or so later: I got the ablutions done.

WDP 01b leftWD 0.0.128A But at a cost! Tsk! Not exactly a good session, injury-wise, today. Oy Yay!

  • A tiny cut, but on the facial mole, and it took me ages to encourage it to stop bleeding.
  • Loss my balance while operating the death-defyingly dangerous, green hard metal sock glide.
  • Recovered and then lost a diddy chunk off of a finger on the suicidal-sock-grabber clip!
  • A final toe-stubbing on the seat-raiser metal leg finished the run of Accifauxas.

1Mon04Readied things for the hobble to the surgery. It was too early to take the waste bags to the chute.

WD 0.0.128A I set off out, down the elevator and out on to Chestnut Way. A worrying sight outside Winchester Court had me fretting a bit. As I drew level, ambulancemen came out, with a meat-trolley, but thankfully, no one was on it. Fingers crossed.

1Mon05The dang white Mercedes van was still there in the same place, parked up on the Winchester Street Hill pavement. I had to go out onto the road again to get around it. Tsk!

The walk down the incline was most pleasant weather-wise. Not too windy, sunny or any rain affected the hobble into Carrington.

On Mansfield Road, it seemed like a Nottinghamian’s Pavement Cyclists Heaven today. I’ve put photographs together, to show the naughty people all in one place.

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1Mon9I arrived with plenty of time to spare and logged in with the receptionist. I had a bash at the crossword book. Got some in on puzzled I keep going back to. Swank-Mode-Engaged!

Dr Vindla came into the waiting area and summoned me to her surgery. She asked me what the problem was. I told her that Nurse Ann had made the appointment about my NCH medical results from last week. “Ah, yes!” When did you last have a fall? ‘Over a week ago, I’m doing better now!’ Well, that’s hardly encouraging, is it? ‘Well, no!’ – she had a check of the lungs, and I mentioned the whiteness of the body this morning. Writing on the computer. You’ll need more blood tests, make an appointment when you leave! ‘Okay, thanks’. That’s it! ‘Thank you’. I departed and made the appointment with the receptionist. Who, knowing me, wrote the date and time down for me,  (Tuesday 20th August 07:30hrs) and told me not to lose it! I gave her1Mon10 some nibbles and made my way to the Lidl store, as I had plenty of time before the Sherwood Health Clinic appointment.

I left the store with some Scarlet Tomatoes, Mayonaise and some chicken drumsticks. I caught the bus back to Sherwood. Where the pavement cyclist almost hit me as I got off of the bus. Swine! 

1Mon14aI crossed over at the Pelican lights and made my way to the Sherwood Health Centre.

Where a different young lady this time, took the note from me, and gave me a sympathetic look, as she explained that the appointment is for September, not August! She kindly did not sneer or look at, nor deal with me in a demeaning way at all! Bless her!

WD 0.0.128A I asked if I could book an appointment with the paediatrician. Which made her laugh out loud, as she said; “I take it you mean the Podiatrist, my dear?” Even I had a sneaky smile when I realised what I had said, well, when she told me what I said! Hehehe! She phoned them for me, and she’d soon got me weighed up, as she wrote the much in the distance time and date on the doctor’s appointment card for me. Wednesday, 11th September! Blimey, my toes need cutting now! I thanked her and departed, to leave her to tell others of my faux pas, no doubt. Haha! I know I would have!

1Mon14I hobbled back into Sherwood and called in the Wilko shop. I got a bottle of liquid soap-flakes and a bottle of bleach.

Then made my way up the hill, over the crest and down into the Woodthorpe Grange Park. Where I had a long, slow walk through up the hill.

1Mon15While frequently stopping to view and admire the greenery, trees, and watch the many dogs taking their owners for a walk. Haha! I haven’t felt so contended in a long time. Just watching the pets and frondescence, plants, magnificent old trees, shrubbery, flowers, brambles, petiole, and shin-tangles, was a pleasure for me. Even the Pavement Cyclist didn’t get to me this time.

1Mon18I was in no rush, I was happy. When I got to the top and turned right onto the gravel hill path, and Winwood Heights came into view, I wondered and hoped that no resident had taken poor;y earlier, or worse.

I painstakingly made my way down the footpath. The three-wheel trolley-guide does not like going downhill at all. Controlling the thing can get a bit dodgy at time. But not today, I got to the bottom without any mishaps at all. Even the idiot who drove her little black car at such speed to the end garages area did not get to me either! I was getting a bit worried about all this contentment, it’s not natural for me!

I got in and up to the flat without seeing a soul. But that is not unusual. I got in and put the bits I’d bought while out away. Got on the computer and added the new appointments to the Google calendar.

WD 0.0.128A I started updating this blog and went to make a brew. Suddenly and serendipitously, just out of the blue, my general outlook on life returned. The doubts, fears, worries, and fretting about everything stormed into my mind! Nothing was sacred! I even wondered if I’d bought the mayonnaise in error and should have got something else to go on Josie’s fish? I couldn’t get it clear in my head. So much so, I called at Josie’s to ask her if it was Mayonaise that she said went well with her Tuna fish. It was, thankfully, the right stuff. We had a little natter, and I felt a fool for having to ask. I thanked her.

Back to doing the blogging. Time to get the fodder cooking. I got some chips in the oven; I’ll add the beef pie later.

1Mon20The EQ warned be that I must take care and concentrate? No other tips, though. The mind was still in a state of nervousness and worry.

While doing the cooking, I took and enjoyed perusing this nephelognosyer’s delight, photograph. I got the medications taken while waiting for the chips and beef pie to cook.

1Mon21I stripped down to the PPs. I made some buttered wholemeal flatbreads and served up the nosh. It looked good, it smelt grand, and I was really enjoying it and watching Rumpole of the Bailey, as…

WD 0.0.128A The door chimes rang out as I was eating! I put a seat cover around me, got the stick and answered the door. It was another Nottingham City Homes plumber! This chap had come to replace something on the cold water tank, that the chap came to replace yesterday, but a different part.

WD 0.0.128A He spent ten-minutes examining things, and he asked me if I had a pair of step ladders he could use. I went out to look on the balcony for them – passing the steps on the way! He spotted them, and once more, I felt a right fool today! Hehe!

WDP 01b leftWD 0.0.128A wd 0.0.128 A cracking, possibly the most painful ever toe-stubbing against the swivel chair legs. Oh, the pain! It forced me into using a little unsavoury language, I’m afraid!

I tried to eat the rest of the meal, but things were cold and soggy by now. Humph! Threw it in the bin!

The gentleman got the job done. I thanked him, and off he trudged.

wd 0.0.128 I found the stubbed-toe was the middle digit. Toes either side catching against the injury, meant I could not even wear my slippers. I was getting all fretfull again. And it soon started to turn black or blue on the second photograph.

1Mon22

Lucky; is perhaps not the best of words to describe me. Globdangerations!

It’s no wonder no one wants to come and visit me, it’s obviously the fear of catching and being affected by my infections, infirmities, maladies, contaminations, miasmas, issues, madness, contagions, disorders, afflictions, tribulations, ill-luck, contaminations, miasmas, septicity, anxiety disorder, timorousness, apprehensions, fears, septicity, and insecureness! And, I can’t blame them, either! Hehehe!

A harangued, pissed-off and had-enough Inchcock, then sat there doing nothing but mentally battling against the incoming Surface-to-Inchcock’s-Brain missiles, bringing forth sanity attacking worries, fears and a cruel demoralising acceptance of failure and distemperature, as the norm!

If anyone is training for a Doctorate (PhD or PsyD), who would like a challenging case to study, no charges either way! Can they please Email me. Haha!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 25th June 2019: Worran odd day!

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Tuesday 25th June 2019

Africaans: Dinsdag 25 Junie 2019

wd 0.0.30 04:10hrs. I have to admit it, I woke in a foul, niggly almost execrable mood! I had been dreaming a lot, but cannot recall anything of them, I just knew I’d been suffering nightmare-like dreams. The mind was rampant with fears, nervous worries and near panic. Why? I know not!

I removed with some ease for me, my overburdened, roly-poly body from the c1968, £300 second-hand rickety-recliner. I walked unaided to make use of the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket), by taking a lamentable and long and surprisingly wearying LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-Out-Wee-Wee). By the time I had finished this, the niggliness had departed the grey-cells. (?) Another bit of fortuitousness, I had the forethought to grab the walking stick, before making my way to the kitchen.

wd 0.0.30 I’m so glad I did. As I hobbled into the room, all hell let loose with the shaking and damaged axonotmesis-neurotmesis influenced dancing right shoulder and leg! Yet I really wished that a CCTV had been working in the kitchen! I would dare anyone, and that would include me, not to have laughed at the limbs antics! I must have looked like a cross between a tiller-girl and some old git trying his best to do the hokey-cokey, without any coordination whatsoever! Hehehe! I somehow kept my balance, but it was a close call. The getting away without going over,2Tue01 cheered me up a bit, I think.

I took a photograph of the morning view from the unwanted, unliked new kitchen window. Those with the unreachable extra panes that need cleaning, block out the light & view and need the potentially deadly to me, stepladders to be used in the event of wanting check quickly for emergency vehicles in the event of a fire alarm, which I can’t hear anyway.

2Tue02I got on with the morning’s hand washing. Only a t-shirt and the long bamboo socks rinsed them, wrang them out as best I could, and got them on the stand-up airer in the hallway.

I made up the next two medication pots for the day. Then I had to visit the Porcelain Throne then. An amazingly easy session. No bleeding from anywhere, very little pain and no messy things to clean up afterwards!

Things seemed to be getting so much easier as the morning went on. But the EQ was not going to let me get overconfident, and a warning sensation came over me.

I got the Health Checks and today’s morning medications taken. The results were: Sys 135, Dia 69, Pulse 89 and the Temperature came out as 35°c, all looked good to me.

I got on the computer to do the updating of the Monday blog. Which did take an extraordinarily long time, with all the pictures to download, get into CorelDraw and resize, then put on the post.

wd 0.0.30 To make things worse and more difficult, after an hour or two, the electric-like fingers, hands arm and shoulder started dancing again, and stayed that way for what seemed like an aeon! Tsk! Many and repeated mistakes had to be corrected, which was annoying, irritating and exasperating in the extreme! Damnations and execrations!

2Tue03wd 0.0.30 I got the blog finished an posted off at last! I decided to have a break and make a mug of tea. But could I find a walking stick? No! After walking by passing it several times, I found it in the hallway, hidden in clear view! A new mood-mode was created for how I felt at this moment: BPAFM Beyond-Pathetic-and-Feeble-Minded Mode Engaged! How sad!

2Tue03awd 0.0.30 It got even worse, I’m afraid. As I was carrying the mug of tea back to the computer desk, the damned dancing started again! The freshly poured out tea spilt over and scalded the left index finger!

After a lot of openly voiced loud cursing (Sorry neighbours!), I returned to the kitchen’s first-aid drawer and applied some cream on it! The cream bubbled when I put it on. I had to smile at this, despite my feeling well-wee’d-off at the same time!

I was almost back to the niggly outlook when I got back on the computer, as the hand finger and shoulder dancing continued for ages!

I started prepping things to start off this post going, and the doorbells rang out. As I approached the hallway, I heard the door open. It was Obersturmbannführeress Warden and Pole-dancer Deana. She’d come to test the health wrist alarm and fire alarm batteries with the control room. Both were okay.

I inquired about the appointment she was going to make for me with the intercom-fitting and installation people yesterday. She came right out with it, she has been that busy she had forgotten about it. I liked her straight honesty! She called them there and then for me, bless her cotton socks. She made a booking for next Friday 5th Julie, twixt 08:30 and 10:30hrs, which was good for me, and I thanked her. She had to shoot off, so much to do, so little time. I wonder, who was the first person who said that? Hehe!

2Tue21Dusty Springfield’s ‘I only want to be with you’ rang out from the doorbells again.

It was the mailman, with two letters and a parcel to sign for. The big envelope was the Age UK contract for the house insurance, the small one the INR Warfarin test results and the box, was another set of support-strapping from the Orthotics at the City Hospital. I was so glad it had arrived.

wd 0.0.30 I took another break from the frustrating dancing-finger controlled typing, and wet to move the washing on the airer. The Fire Alarm sounded, I would not have heard it anywhere else in the flat. I checked outside. Not using the deadly kitchen windows, but the far less harmful balcony window, but could not see any emergency vehicles below. I thought the fire-alarm testing was to be done on a Thursday.

2Tue10I started to do some TFZer Facebooking. After ten minutes, my EQ told me to check outside again from the balcony.

Aha! The fire brigade had arrived on site. I could tell by the casual and steady pace of the officers approached the foyer door, the alarm might well be another false one. They did not look happy people as they departed after yet one more false alarm from the old fogies high rise dwellings. And rightly so!

2Tue05

I returned to the computer and checked on the Google, no, BBC weather for today at 1400hrs. The Nottingham forecast looked a bit rain-soaked to me. But it was only spotting with rain outside.

2Tue06At long last, I made a start on this blog! Well gone, midday!

wd 0.0.30 And the curtains all fell off of the hooks holding them in place! What? Eh? Flipping ‘eck!

I got up on the stepladder and hooked a few rings back on.

2Tue08A make-do, for now, a temporary job, of course. What had caused this almost a phenomenon, beats me!

I had another of the frequent today, wee-wees, and made a brew of tea.

I checked if any and which Ladies Football matches might be on TV today.

2Tue20Tired out again now. I’ll get the nosh sorted and ready for watching the football later.

Mushy peas with vinegar, fish cakes and battered pollock.

Must remember the Audio clinic in the morning. The timing is fair enough, anyway. I can catch either the 09:30 or at a push the 10:30 bus. I made a reminder note and hung it on the computer screen!

2Tue17The drizzle lasted all afternoon and evening on and off, but as Paul Daniels used to say: ‘Not a lot!’

Well, what a soccer match I watched.

Italy v China. A look at the match statistics on the right, tells a tale for me!

 I felt the need to visit the Porcelain Throne, so I did so. Hehe!

wd 0.0.30 What a farcical event, ridiculous in the extreme, hardly believable. Bonkers and brought on a lot of self-doubts.

I settled on the throne, and mid-struggle to get the evacuation started… I fell asleep!

I woke up an hour or so later, perplexed, wondering where I was, and why? The shakes started as I rose up top ‘clean things’, and the aroma was a little putrid. It took a minute or two to get myself together and sorted out mentally.

Half in a strange daze, I cleaned up and made my way back to the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner, and think I fell asleep almost immediately.

Worran odd day!

Inchcock – Wed 23 Jan 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and Natterless, Wee-weeing like a jet, day! Tsk!

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Wednesday 23rd January 2019

Basque: Asteazkena, 2019ko Urtarrilaren 23a

2345hrs: Woke up, in need of the Porcelain Throne. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Not an easy task when one has to move so much excess body weight and get the mass into a semi-perpendicular position ready for actually walking.  But I coped well-enough.

The evacuation was one of the easier and less messy ones for once. During which the brain engaged with the body, and the stampede of harrowing miscellaneous unwanted thoughts and fears began to reign into the mental picture. Slowly they faded, leaving me a nihility that refilled with ponderations of a weak-willed, wimpish compliant mode. I cleaned up and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

2tue06I could not resist taking a shot I’ve done many times before, from the view and light-blocking, unwanted, thick-rimmed, needing more glass area and panes to be cleaned, thick-ledged preventing downward photos from being taken, new windows. Because the view was so beautiful. The evening street lighting helped of course.

I took the dishes and mug from last night to wash and put them in the sink. I had a terrible thirst on me this morning (I still had hours and hours later?), so I decided to make a brew first… which proved to be little heart-breaking!

2tue05WD0.0.128 I got the new China (Well it was made in China, Hehe!) mug, and as the kettle heated up, as any right-thinking sinensophile or tea-lover would, I poured very-hot water from the tap to heat-up the new china mug before making the brew… Oh dear! I let it slip from my grasp, and it dropped onto the older China mug soaking in the bowl! Causing, two chips in the loved old mug! I nearly cried! The receptacle must now be thrown away! Too dangerous to risk using it now. Any cuts in the lip, they bleed much more than other areas, and my being on the Warfarin, I dare not risk it. I’m all discouraged and pitiably sorry for myself, now! Poor old schlemiel! Oy Vey!

I got on with doing the Health Checks, miserably! Tsk!

3wed01a

3wed001aThe Pulse had gone from yesterdays first checks, to being low again now. Mind you, it’s been less, so I don’t know why I mentioned this?

WD0.0.128 Looking closely at this photo, I might have read 161 for 167? Can’t tell for sure. Tsk!

The point worth mentioning is the ultra-slow and little, but definite decrease in the weight over the last three days!

WD0.0.128 Off for a wee-wee again. They have turned back into the SNCWW (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wee) mode now. Which, as on this occasion, can cause problems, as you might understand. Humph! Had a cleanup!

1mon33Made the brew (carefully), and thought about breakfast later, and decided to have some Marmite sarnies, using the sliced Polish bread. Plenty of it left from the gigantic loaf to use up.

But first things first I said to myself. I must get the Tuesday post updated and sent off. Which turned out be a more extended session than I would have liked, with all the photographs and complicated things that took place, I was right 3wed001in thinking this.

Then, I had to return for another Porcelain Throne session. Another no-bother session.

I checked the pins while in there. Some pretty almost decorous red spots blotches and blemishes had appeared. The fluid containers had altered a little from yesterdays too. I didn’t want to, but maybe a half a Furesomide might be needed as the swelling looked to me to be increasing again. Oh, I don’t know, I’ll leave and see how things go. Or should I? I did!

With interruptions for the odd SNCWW, and my need for drinking, I eventually got the Tuesday diary finished and sent off, but not until gone 07:00hrs! Blimey was I piddling about or what? Had I nodded off and woke up without realising it? Going bonkers here I think, losing it!

Got an Email from the Doctors surgery about my request for an earlier appointment than 11:00hrs for my next blood appointment. I sent a reply, asking for an earlier appointment, please.

I began starting this Wednesday diary.

WD0.0.128 On the first break for about the ninth wee-wee, things changed again! I am now classyiying this and all those that followed as SHLNCWW (Short-Hosepipe-like-No-Sensation-Wee-wees) The unfelt dribble was now a hosepipe like style! Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

3wed03I went to make yet another mug of tea, and the moon was still showing in the sky!

When I opened the light-blocking, unwanted, thick-rimmed, needing more glass area and panes to be cleaned, thick-ledged preventing downward photos from being taken, new unwanted window, there was ice all over the outside of the black chipped new frame.

3wed05a1It’s not a good photograph, but this is best three I tried taking. Amazing, here I am now 09:00hrs, and the moon still battling to come through. Which told me, it must be below freezing out there. I put the thermometer as far as I could get it to go without losing a grip on it. It showed -3°c. Brrr! Glad it is as snug as a bug in the apartment!

I noted the frost and or snow was covering the 3wed05bottom field now. Not many birds about, apart from the nasty seagulls.

 I took this photo as best I could, with the sticking out too far window ledge would let me. I had to zoom in the take the picture blind, but this one came out alright.

The frost clearing shows frost on the cars and their windscreens.

3wed05a1aI got the Marmite jar out for use later on.

Then I noticed the bottom of the new mug, It claims it is ‘Fine Bone China’. If so, it is was a bargain at £2,  I think. The tea tastes as good as in the old one.

Another SHLNCWW, being prepared for the hose-pip element, I was more cautious this time. It’s not so easy when one cannot get any feedback from the senses when Wee-weeing. Humph, but Hehe as well!

Back to the updating of this post for a while.

3wed05a2Then the desire for my super-breakfast of Polish sliced bread with Marmite got too strong for me to resist any longer. I made up the sarnies, watch a YouTube while I ate it up!

I might not need a meal again today.

I set about checking the Page Top graphics and made a few more up on CorelDraw.

Got an email back from the surgery about my request for an earlier appointment than 11:00hrs for the next blood test. All they have available is 10:05hrs! Not good is it, Grumph! Depressed once again now!

I fell asleep in the computer chair! Woke up just as I was falling over and off of it! Miracle I didn’t cripple myself!

I did the Health Checks and took my medications.

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Titivated this graphic I did months ago

WD0.0.128 I spent more hours on the computer, before falling asleep (it turned out to be a fretfull fiesta full of waking ups and worries) as I was watching Law & Order on the telly.

Had to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner to go for a wee-wee. It came out as an LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee)!

TTFNski.

Inchcock – Wed 24th October 2018: Mixed sort of day, good and bad, highs and lows…

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Wednesday 24th October 2018

German: Mittwoch 24 Oktober 2018

2320hrs: Early wake-up time, I know. But I had a funny turn yesterday and fell asleep really early. Yet on waking-up, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, and Duodenal Donald had all stopped giving me hassle! (Fair enough, Duodenal Donald returned with his stabbing pain an hour or so later, Humph!) The brain seemed to become active sooner as well, no blague nonsense rumbling around in there either. (I wasn’t sure if I should be happy about this or not?)

As I tackled the exiting of my torso with the tremendously bulbous stomach attached, from the £300 second-hand recliner, I spotted signs of my having committed some nocturnal nibbling! The contents of the pot of potato thins and cheeselets had decreased dramatically! Eizel! The summoning from the innards to use the Porcelain Throne arrive.

The evacuation was a decent one.

3Wed001 I spotted around ten dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, one alive, a big un as well! So got the can of spray and squirted the wet room, emptied the spray, so I got another to investigate the spare room. About fifteen Weevils on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge, all around the little holes in the sealant, all dead. Into the kitchen. Only about ten Weevil bodies found in there, none alive and no LadyBugs today.

Did the Health Checks and tool the medications. Results were not good, mind.

3Wed01

I set about creating a post with all the sky pictures from yesterday and adding writing pose and some humorous drivel.

3Wed001 A second call to the Throne arrived. Longer session t his one, I got a couple of pages of the book read.

Back to the computer, and concentrated on the Picture/funny Poem blog.

3Wed001 Two hours or so later, a third demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Evacuation same as the last one.

Back to the blog making. Eventually, I got it finished and posted off. Phew, a long job that one was!

Then I had to update and finish yesterday’s blog.

Made a brew and then… 3Wed001 Back to the Porcelain Throne for the fourth time! Getting worried about this, now. Where is it coming from? Hehe!

Went on the WordPress Reader section, then finished off the diary and posted it off.

Next, on to the TFZer Facebook to add photographs to the albums.

I went on the YouTube thingy while I waited for it to be late enough to use the noisy shower to do my ablutions.

Had a spray around with the ‘Sanmex Bug Killer. Then went to get the ablutions sorted out.

3Wed001 Dang and botherations! I needed a fifth session on the throne! Oh dearie me! Not runny either?

Several Weevils had appeared again, so I collected to bodies up.

Teggies and shaving were done, I was about to get into the shower and what came over the air-waves on the Radio Nottingham News…

3Wed001 There had been stabbings and attempted murder! All with a short distance of the Nottingham Arboretum!

  • Police in Nottingham are investigating after two separate stabbings in the city in the space of fewer than six hours.
    Detectives investigating the first stabbing in Nottingham yesterday have found a black car believed to have been used in the attack. Suspected attempted murder.
  • A man in his twenties suffered life-threatening injuries behind flats near North Sherwood Street at about 14:00.
    Two arrests have been made in connection with the second stabbing in nearby Burns Street, Arboretum, at around 7.30pm.
    Residents living in the Arboretum area have been left terrified and on edge after two stabbings in a matter of hours.

Blimey, that is close to where I was hobbling around on Monday, too! Oy Gevalt!

Visitors and tourists are all welcomed to Nottingham.

I took two black bags to the waste chute on the way out.

I took two black bags to the waste chute on the way out.

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3Wed03I had a quick natter with Pint-Puller and Perambulator Paulius and another chap. I forgot to ask his name. 

Took a shot of Winchester Court and part of the New Build. The lads were up on the hoists grafting away.

I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin.

I had a natter with Oberfeldwebeless Deana and Stabsfeldwebeless Julie and Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Lynne. Ah, I nearly forgot, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. Suffice to say we spoke.

3Wed04aA new bit of Nottinghamian Street Art was spotted, towards the end of Chestnut Walk.

3Wed001 Apparently, the inspection pit and had been destroyed by vehicles, most likely wagons or lorries parking up on the grass verge.

Not that poor devils have much choice in the matter, like!

3Wed001 Still, it’ll come in use, as somewhere for folks to throw their half-eaten fooder and bottles down into. At least somebody has put a damaged piece of barrier over it for us old fogies. So, we can trip 3Wed05over it, as opposed to falling down the hole. Which I think is prospectively the better choice, injury-wise? I thank you!

I pressed on down Winchester Street Hill.

Pleased to report that part of the footpath was accessible this morning, mind you, some of the workers, merchants, and tradespeople had not yet arrived on site. Those that had parked had left me with up to 3Wed05a - Copythree foot of pavement width to walk on, as opposed to Monday’s three-inches, so things were improving.

The expressions the Sherwoodite’s faces depicted that a mood of Dysphoria was being shared around by all and sundry.

I went into the shop and grabbed two of the orange and vanilla croissants. They had no lemon that I could see. But being on offer, I still bought two. I want to be able to treat Frank when he gets back off of holiday, I’d already got a treat in the spare room for 3Wed05aJenny. Oh, and Pennies Birthday present too. I got a sliced loaf, some Sopocka and a tin of beef and peas as well.

I hobbled back to Winchester Street. As I turned the corner, with the feet aching like crazy, I noticed that I had just missed two buses, the L9 and the 40. As they both past me by, it dawned on me that it didn’t matter really, for two reasons.

  • One: It was too early for me to use my free pensioner pass anyway!
  • Two: I was quite happy to suffer Anne Gyna, the accompanying shortage of breath and Arthur Itis giving me stick as I struggled up the hill. Cause the exercise would be good for the metal-ticker and Hippy Hilda. Bloody painful, but therapeutic. Hehehe!

3Wed07As I got about half-way up the hill, I had to stop to catch my breath. Anne Gyna was giving me bother.

But, it was not all gloom. For the sunshine got through straight ahead of me before the first bend in the road. I didn’t think that the photo on the left would come out good at all, but as you see, it wasn’t too bad an effort.

3Wed001 I then turned to my left, to take a long distance snap, of the top of both blocks of flats, up Cavendish Vale. But the picture did not show up on the viewer? I’m confused about what I did wrong here?

3Wed06So, I took this shot of Winchester Street instead.

I tackled the last stretch up the hill, and within a minute of getting on the flat on Chestnut Walk, Anne Gyna eased off. Even Hippy Hilda was not so bad now.

I only saw one resident on the walk along to the flats. I think the workers might have been on their lunch break.

Up the elevator to the flat, and had a wee-wee. As I did, I thought I felt a little gurgling from the lower regions, surely not a sixth Porcelain Throne session brewing up, I thought. What’s going on here?

3Wed08I got the fodder from the bag, put the Sopocka cooked pork in the fridge. Sarnies and sliced potatoes with tomatoes methinks later on.

I want to stay awake and get some graphics prep work done if I can. It will depend on when the sudden Weariness and tiredness dawns on me. Humph!

Made a brew and did the Health Checks and took the medications… then…

3Wed001 It arrived. Incredible! The sixth visit to the Porcelain Throne! Not loose or anything, getting fed-up with this though.

Washed up well, and back to the computer to update this blog as far as here!

Then added some photographs to the TFZer Facebook.

3Wed29Got the nosh sorted and served. And very nice it was too!

Buttered fresh bread, tomatoes, sliced seasoned potatoes, pickled gherkins, smoked mackerel in veg sauce, a few potato thins and a lemon mousse to follow.

Gave this effort a 9.2/10 Flavour-Rating.

Did the last Health Checks and took the medications.

The emptied plate and tray on the chair and I drifted off with the TV on, within minutes!

Inchcock – Sunday 21st October 2018: Much graphicationalisationing achieved. Then the ailments attacked. Tsk!

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Sunday 21st October 2018

Italiano: Domenica 21 Ottobre 2018

0030hrs: Woke, with no signs of the bedevilled mood of last night. In fact, I was mentally feeling somewhat spontaneously perky, chirpy and kinetic. No damp, wet feelings from Little Inchies fungal lesion area and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were only itching, no pain, no bleeding.

I even found I was humming and singing to myself before I’d tackled the usually painful and challenging job of removing my flobby-stomach-dominated torso from the £300 second-hand recliner. Which I did, without any Accifauxpa, Whoopsiedangleplop or toe-stubbing! Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun both kept off, as well. Hippy Hilda let me be, as well!

This mental qui vive, I found incredible, unnatural and synthetic to my lifestyle. If I could understand why I felt like this, to realise the reason, then maybe I could relax more. My high EQ warned me that things would soon deteriorate! Yet, I ignored it for once, carried on singing and got myself up.

I decided to go on my morning parasiticide mission, with a can of both ‘Raid’ and ‘Sanmex’ killer sprays at hand!

7Sun15The results: Kitchen: 1 live Weevil – three dead. Wet Room: 21 dead Weevils – two live ones. Spare Room: 30 or so dead Weevils – two live! Add to this, in the wetroom I felt sure the one live beast was of a different race or type. But he disappeared down the hole in the floor covering corner sealant before I could get a better look. Tsk!

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Washed the hands and returned to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

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Took the medications with some spring water. Made a brew of tea, and the need for a visit to the Porcelain Throne arrived. By gum, it was good one too! No bleeding at all! Far less liquidified, I even managed to read a couple of pages of Jeremy Clarkson unofficial biography.

BikeGot the computer on, while crossing my fingers that the $111.9 million salaried CEO of Liberty-Global Virgin Media, Mr Fries, might have got the connection working correctly again. All seemed to be working. It comes to something when one has to mention this so often.

I set about finishing off the Saturday post. Took me around two hours.

Then I went on TFZer Facebooking. Got some graphics I’d done posted as well.

BikeI added these to the Facebook album for each TFZer gal, and the Facebook gallery of TFZer Transport album, and put them on the TFZer site as well.

On to WordPress comments, there were tons of them to reply to.

But I soon got them both done. Hehe!

7Sun16Made a start on this blog as far as here.

Then as I went to make another brew of tea, the view outside looked grand, some I fetched the camera to take some shots across from left to right.

Things seemed to be going well as I hung out of the window to take the photographicalisation.

For some reason, the close up of the moon did not turn out much like it actually looked to the naked eye? I took several pictures of the yellow moon above the horizon of the buildings, but none of them proved to be a good one.

This is the best of the bunch. The last two were, I think the only ones that came out alright.

On the last one at the bottom, shows the new unwanted light and view-blocking balcony.

Of course, you can’t see the warped wooden flooring, bird-poo covered glass, or the whatever it is crumbling from the ceiling, which is the old underpart of the balcony above. But, the bird’s feathers, fleas, LadyBugs and nuts and bolts give it a bit of character, though.

Really though, we tenants are being treated to a £2M upgrade. Fair enough it’s about 19 months now and still a long way to go, much more to come. My fear is the fitting of the Fire Sprinklers. Well, not the fitting, but the mess that will be left behind. Mostly from the electricians and any plasterers. Let’s face it with the plasterer ruining my carpets, they will need replacing, curtains and blinds buying for all the windows and a mass of cleaning up and sorting out to do when it is finally finished. I’d better stop thinking about it now, I’m upsetting myself. Hehehe!

When it came to my closing the new window, after completing the photographicalisationing, things got a tad embarrassing.

7Sun18WD74.1.1 The intelligent design of the new unwanted window handles are.

  • In the down position, the window is closed.
  • Half-way, the window opens downwards.
  • Pointed upwards, they open sideways.

Clever stuff, eh! That is until a Klutz like me uses them.

For the life of me, I could not get the handle to go down, to close it after use. Much grunting and selecting words of a dubious nature, did not help. Eventually, I worked it out. If you catch and move the key in the lock, even an eighth of an inch from centre, the mechanism will not shut. Ah, well, now I know! Hehe!

Back on to CorelDraw to work on some graphics. Got a lot done from the photographs I took from Gaynor’s flat window. ♥ I faded weary-wise quickly as I finished doctoring these graphics. Here they are… The Willmott-Dixon lads and contractors! I’ll use some later as Inchcock Today page headers as well.

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Making the meal, I had an attack from Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, only short ones, but they left me with sudden dysbulia and weariness. My life and will-power batteries had abruptly run out.

I felt so tired and incapable of mental rationale.

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It was very odd, but I only ate one bit of the bread and a couple of spoonfuls of the beef and bean stew, before just giving up, taking the tray into the kitchen and disposing of the fodder. After all that effort to make the dish in the first place, and get it right, too! Ay-yay-yay! 

Then I sat down and had hours of nodding-offs, for times varying from a minute to five-minutes and almost jumping awake again repeatedly. The brain showed no interest, subservient to my condition of being befuddled at my own acceptiveness of the situation.

Inchcock Today – Sat 22nd 2018:

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Saturday 22nd September 2018

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 22 Medi 2018

6Sat02WD 1.1.43 0048hrs: I woke and laid there, as the mind autonomously started (or maybe continued from a dream?) pondering on life, and its incomprehensibilities, surprises, and the Snollygosters we voted into Parliament, rife cruelty, the lack of decency, compassion, honesty and care in hodiernal Britain.

The brain moved on to considering more extramundane matters and issues. Was the Universe a mistake? An error, committed by someone or thing, foolishly thinking they were making the idyl, Arcadia or Shangri-La for future life-forms to dwell on?

Listening to my own thoughts reveal themselves, I felt like I was listening to a ‘Beyond Our Ken’ or Monte Python sketch at times.

Why does anthropocentrism exist on Earth? Why do the world leaders not see they are ending the existence of the planet at a faster rate all the time. The so-called better-off proletariat common tellurians concentrate on mobile phones, take-away meals, shoplifting and murdering fellow inhabitants of this foul dying terraqueous earth?

Why are the most cossetted and cherished things Financial Profit/gain? Evidently, without money wealth and greed, there would have been far fewer wars, suffering, and loss of life.

When the brain got to this stage, it realised two things. One: Without the wars, the earth would have produced billions of more babies, how would it have coped? Two: That it could not deal with its own convoluted, labyrinthine, nebulous thoughts anymore, became confused and drifted back into its routinely submissive, passive and gobemouche mode.

I shook off the wild deliberations and began the job of extricating my overweight body-mass from the £300 beyond its sell-by-date, second-hand recliner, to get to the Porcelain Throne.

6Sat03WD 1.1.43 I managed to knock off some things on the Ottoman, and sent stuff from the nocturnal-nibbling tray sprawling onto the carpet! Klutz!

The camera went with them, but I had to pick it up to take this photo. Tsk!

I was lucky I suppose because the bottles both had their caps on them.

WD 1.1.43 Into the wet room. Oh, ‘ecky thump! The fungal lesion had been bleeding again overnight. I had a painful cleaning and medicating session. Changed PPs had a wash and eventually got onto the Porcelain Throne. Four pages of the book later, the evacuation was done. Not too messy this time.

WD 1.1.43 Went into the room opposite as I left the wet room, into the spare room and used the scales. I noted many dead weevils on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge. No lives ones at all.

To the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks and take my medications.

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6Sat04The Sys was going back up again after a couple of days of near normality. (I like that word for some reason?)

I was able to leave off one of the painkillers this morning. Things were not in their usual detrimental mode for me this morning. Well, apart from the tender lesion condition.

WD 1.1.43 A few of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles were found together near the window. Possibly a recon’ Patrol. They were about twelve in number. Three alive, who shot off and evaded my attack, The Mohammed Farah of the Weevil-World? Humph! The others were all croaked-out! I sprayed some ‘Raid’ in all three rooms.

I felt that warm-wet sensation I fear so from the PP area. Back to the wet room.  I’ve lost more blood than I would have liked. Why do things like this always happen to me at the weekends?

I considered pressing the wristlet Health Alarm button. I mused over if I should or not as I cleaned things up again. But, my aboulia and rather yonderly nature, along with my dippydro problem, meant I decided to see how it goes and check back in an hour or so. On the bright side, I’ll never hang myself. Hehe!

I think looking back at it, my fear of great discomfiture at having to display the problem area and explain things all over again to a new medic, also put me off pressing the alarm. I’ll see how it goes. After all, this lesion is the only one of many afflictions giving me any real hassle today.

Opened WordPress (With no go-slow from my ever increasing in-cost Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet), and set-to updating the Friday Diary and got it posted.

Made a start on this blog page.

Popped to the wet room for an examination of the Fungal Lesion situation. Phew! The phlebotomising had reduced barely to a trickle. Applying the cortisone cream was traumatic as the area had now swollen and looking raw, red-raw! Hehe! So, no need to bother anyone.

On to Facebook to update the photo albums and visit the TFZer site.

I went for a wee-wee and took a fresh pot to collect any dead Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles corpses from the spare room, wet room and the kitchen.

6Sat05Cor Blimey!

A good few were about, even after my clearing them and spraying earlier.

Made a fresh brew of tea then I went on CorelDraw to make up some more diary header graphics. But I got carried away doing different graphics and after three hours or so, had only done two for the page top headers. Huh!

Did the Health Checks and went for a wee-wee.

The fatigue and weariness arrived. Closed the computer down and didn’t even bother making a meal, I felt so drained suddenly. I gathered three tomatoes, two mini-pork pies and three potatoes from those I’d cooked in the crock-pot expecting to make a nosh with, and ate them while I fell asleep watching some film on the TV.

TTFN each.