Wednesday 18th March 2020
Latin: Die 18 Martii MMXX
01:35hrs: Woke feeling like I had only had a half-an-hours sleep. Then I realised, that I had only had 30 minutes kip! But, that’s how it’s been lately.
As I was plugging away trying to free my ever-expandingly stomached body from the comfort of the second-hand, c1968, none-working, broken by xyrophobia-suffering crook and Brother-in-Law Pete, rickety recliner, the pleasing thought of purchasing the toilet rolls, and the wonderful help from the unknown angel in Sainsbury’s yesterday, came into mind. And joy and a warm, comforting feeling did overfloweth! I realise the dangers of my getting too confident, assured and/or contented, is always a signal for Whoppsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, failings and disasters to pay me a visit. But I just couldn’t help but wallow in the sense of, someone cares and does something to help others! Heartwarming! But, dangerous for Inchcock, at the same time! I must not get carried away.
Even on the way to, and during the Porcelain Throne session, my appreciation of her help, and the satisfaction of knowing I have a full fridge and cupboard (not to mention the toilet rolls!), settled my usually apprehensive, nervous state on waking. Even the passing was a good one. Apart from a little too much bleeding, there was far less pain and effort required, and things were not in the least bit messy or over-pungent!
Little Inchies fungal lesion was not leaking! As I said earlier, I must not get carried away!
As for the pins, just look at them. They could be any ordinary pair of legs. The varicose and spider veins seem to have retreated, the Clopidogrel lumps and marks, and the blood papules have gone the same way. Amazing!
I can’t understand it this morning, and it concerns me, things are going so well, and I am singing to myself! I got the kettle on and got the medications ready. Opening the pill-blister, for the first time ever, all the tablets were in the right sections, and I didn’t drop a single one! (Am I really asleep and still dreaming?) Got the tablets and medicines taken, applied the creams and lotions, then cleaned the ears with the new tool and re-olive-oiled them, without my snapping the end off the tool, or spilling any oil! Made the brew and into the front room with it.
I got on with the updating of yesterday’s Inchcock Today. I was confused, as this took me no longer than three hours, and that’s with all the photographs to sort out! Mmm?
Then, as I was starting to do the Pinterest postings…
Ah, that’s more like my luck! But even this didn’t last long. I went on Facebooking to see if it was mended yet and would allow me to post photos to my albums… Great Balls of Fire! It did! Very slowly mind. So I spent ages on updating the albums but felt chuffed when I got them done.
I took a break, had a weak wee-wee, made some tea and had four-biscuits Before this new diet, it would have been a packet of bikkies! – I’m saying I wasn’t tempted, Hehe!) I had a read of the newsletter again, about us losing the L9 bus service, but nothing conf=rete came from it. They have twelve days to make their minds up what we are going to get, to replace the L9 bus.
Back to sorting the photographs out for storage. As I was doing this, I was genuinely surprised to hear some banging and drilling. I soon realised it was not what I thought, about 05:00hrs, but it was gone by eight o’clock! The workers were doing something in the lift lobby. But it didn’t last long, ten-minutes at most.
I went on the WordPress Reader. Then added some pictures on the TFZer Facebook page.
Off to make another brew, this time the Glengettie black. I checked on the toilet roll delivery-tracker from Amazon. 20th to 24th March.
14:00hrs: I made a start on Graphicalisationing for page tops.
Yet, with good luck (At first, I thought). I went to get meal sorted, and had a bit of a dizzy, grabbed at the counter and knocked the cleaner spray flying. I lunged to catch in, knocking a saucepan off of the stove – but the handle actually attached itself to the bottle sprayer gun, and saved it falling down between the stove and cupboard! More good fortune!
Then thought I heard a voice or music, and went to the front door, but no one was there? On the way back, I realised that it was the Alert Line controllers voice from the On-Call line. I must have caught the wrist alarm as I grabbed for the bottle. He was not too pleased, but he told me to take care. Ah, the luck starteth to turneth, I thought. (Boy was I unknowingly right too!)
I’d got the plate laid out, just awaiting the Haloumi sticks to finish cooking in the oven. And an urgent call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. What a shame, Little Inchy’s fungal lesion was pouring blood! And a right mess it made too! I carried out the painful evacuation, then did the even more hurtful medicationalisationing on Little Inchy. Got all cleaned up, and got back to the kitchen.
Crabstickleisations! The halloumi sticks were burnt to an unfit for human consumption pile of almost ash! Humph, what a Nebech! I dished them and the tray and started again using another pack of the sticks from the freezer.
Twenty minutes or so later, I was placing the Halloumi on the plate with the dried food that had been sat there so long! Gerrangulations! I swapped the lettuce and salad leaves with some in the fridge. Added the peas from the saucepan, and was pleased to be about to feast on the resurrected plateful of nosh, as my hunger and phagomania grew! The lips ere licked… then…
The Fire Alarm went off! I dare not settle, in case it was a real one. I got the step ladder and looked down out of the unwanted, unliked, photographer-hating, thick-framed, view-blocking kitchen window, to keep an eye out for the brigade and watch their responses. If they left early, within a few minutes, then I’d know it was a false alarm. Whilst waiting for their arrival, I got the camera to record things.
There were gone within five minutes. But that was long enough for the Halloumi stick to get soggy and cold on the plate! What was going to be a treat, a pleasant, epicurean delight of a meal, was turned into an unpleasant, picking out what food is warm enough and edible, task!
Well, the days ending with me getting back to my usual Whoopsiedangleplopitis returning.
But, to be fair, apart from the sticks tasting like tar, (Yes, I have eaten it! Dad used to call at roadworks and get a lump off of his mates, get his penknife out and cut a lump off of the block for me to chew on!) it wasn’t too bad really. The meal I mean!) But I’m sorry I even tried to eat the Halloumi, Eurgh! I still gave it a taste-rating of 6.5/10.
I got the pots washed, and as I did so, the dreaded wet warm sensation was coming from Little Inchies regions. At least with the fresh PPs on, it didn’t trickle down my leg. Off to the wet room for cleaning and medicalisationing, the Daktacort cream is nearly all used up now. Summat else to fret about! Mind you, I was still a tad lucky, cause I noticed it in plenty of time, thus saving my having to crack-open the dried blood, which usually starts it flowing again.
When I got back to finish the pots, I found I’d left the hot-water tap (Faucet) running! Being late on now, the water heating was turned on a bit ago, and will soon heat up again.
So, I left the pots and went to the computer, to make sure about the morning’s appointment at the Sherwood Health Clinic, it was for 08:30hrs. I just hope that the toilet rolls from Amazon do not come while I’m out. They gave me a six-day window for an ETA, starting tomorrow. If they left them outside the door, would they still be there when I got home? Of course, this means me staying in for a week! Humph at the thought!
Got down in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, rarely working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. The one that bullying xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them all back yet, eight-months later). This is he, my chaetophorous, anti-epilation Brother-in-law, Pete!
As per, and as a usual, sleep did not come until it was almost time to get up again. Grangwangles!
02:05hrs: I stirred from my slumber, feeling sedentary, reluctant to move. Jejune thoughts came and went; the brain didn’t want disturbing with anything too important. Nor in the least bit like any conscientious physical or mental activity! The maundering mind mused over puerile irrelevant facts and figures for awhile. The eyelids were heavy, and Borborygmus rumblings and gentle but scarily bubbly-sounding emissions of wind started in unison!
Off to the wet room, got the stick out of the way, and plumped down on the throne. It was hard-going, but I forced the activity along. I wish I hadn’t now – the pain! One unpleasant mess to clear-up and medicate afterwards. The whole nine-yards of hassle to deal with this morning. What a start to the day! 
However, I reckon that the pins (legs) were looking betterer than they were yesterday! There was undoubtedly hardly any hassle from Arthur Itis this Monday morning. Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were making up for this, though. The stabbing pains from Ann, and the dull droning aches from Donald. As I left the wet room, limping a little, the toe was still a bit tender, I took care in case any dizzies, or loss of balance came on, not to use the stick too close to the right leg. What am I saying? I get them every day! Every hour, or less sometimes! Stop being splenetic Inchcock! (“Okay, Sorry!”) I think the pins will soon be looking healthy again.
To the kitchen, where I was pleased to find I had not left any taps running, fridge door open, or parts of the stove left on! I got the kettle on and took a photographicalisation of the morning view. Made the brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and off to the computer to get the Sunday Diary updated. 
I took a break, had a wee-wee, of the WUPT (Weak-Unwilling-Painful-Trickling) so very slowly, variety. 
On the computer again. I had a check on the Amazon bits progress for today. Nothing crucial, each one a bit of a treat actually.
I got the chips in the oven and checked the vegetables in the Crock-
I did the washing up, took the medications and opened the three bits from Amazon. The salt & vinegar flavoured seaweed snack pack (Not tried yet), six packets of Japanese style seaweed crispies (delicious!), and the Moores Hickory Marinade (Very costly!) I’ll ask on the TFZer Facebook if anyone knows how to use this Marinade.
I put the boxes behind the £300, second-hand, grottily beige-coloured, c1968, not working, uncomfortable, falling to pieces recliner. 
00:25hrs: I woke up with a dry coughing bout. I’m hoping it’s not a sign of the Coronavirus having taken me over. I don’t think it is though, cause I wasn’t feeling too bad or ill at all. In fact, the ailments, apart from the new cough, pain in the chest, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, were all in a good mood with me. The mind was a different matter, as the morning went on, concentration and clarity became reluctant visitors. 
Into the kitchen, olive-oiled the earholes. Kettle on and went to take the medications. Globolerations! I’d missed taking last nights doses! So, I took them and hoped I would remember to take the morning ones later (I did – Swank-Mode-Engaged!) Made a mug of Glenghettie Gold tea, and onto the computer.
I went on the WordPress Reader section. Then on CorelDraw for many, many hours trying to catch up with the page headers, dedicated days and Thoughts graphics. It was so slow going, though, and exasperating. 
So I had a wee-wee. Which was surprisingly powerful in its flow, but short-lived. Then off to the kitchen and got the kettle on again. 
Back to the computer and checked the Facebook status. Pickled walnuts & Gravy! Will it ever get put right again! 
potatoes. Well, it’s a good job that I like them well done and crispy. Although these could better be described as rock-hard! Hehe! 
02:40hrs: I gave up trying to get to sleep. The eyes were heavy, 
the spirits sagging, and borborygmus grumbled within! A rare of late wee-wee was developing, so I fought my clinomania and gingerly extracted my cyclopea
I then got the vegetables, well, the chestnut mushrooms prepped and in the crock-pot. 
I hope it comes out alright, then I can use them with the braised beef, and make an imitation stew. I t
Tried Facebook again. Grrr! 
00:25hrs: I stirred into semi-consciousness, fully expecting to stroke Lady and Cyril, who should have been on my lap and bulbous-belly, purring! I soon realised I must have been dreaming of them, and the disappointment in their not being there was demoralising. I really did want to once again to be nose-butted awake by Cyril, as Lady would lick my face… don’t laugh! After the nocturnal memory-replay of the night, I did miss them so again. At least I have the memories of them. 
As I waited for the flow to start, I began getting sharp pains in the chest. Left side above the nipple. This did not feel anything like Anne Gyna or Duodenal Donald. Obviously, my concern was it might be the mechanical ticker giving problems. These sharp, dull, lingering pains continued up until I wrote this item, anyway (04:55hrs). A few Dizzy Dennis’s came on and off as well. My balance was affected even when I was sat down at the computer? Saccades Sandra and Back-Pain Brenda joined in as the day went on. If things don’t steady down, I’ll call the Doctor to get an appointment ASAP. I’m feeling some pressure but not exactly pain all the time, in between the stabbing sessions, too.
I went to make another mug of tea, Glengettie Gold, this time. I am lucky to have found the three bestest brews in the land. Glengettie, Glengettie Gold and Thompson’s Punjana! 
Shopping list, and trolley, I got down to the lift lobby. Went along the newly painted and highly decorative area (Chuckle), and through the link walkway to the Winwood Court, and the Sturmscharfhreress ILC’s Holding-cell Office. Dropped off some stuff, and into the Winwood Court common area. 
Where a sign was up, informing folks that the Cafe will be closed for a couple of weeks, due to the Coronavirus, after taking advice from the Nottingham City Homes. 
Out and onto Mansfield Road. I walked down on my way to the Wilko store, checking my shopping list – Aha! Yes, I remembered to take it with me by Jiminy! A slight feeling of satisfaction was enjoyed! 
purchase to be on offer, as the price ticket said, £1 a pack. So I got two of them. I discovered later, they were £3! 
I meandered up the hill to the bus stop. I took a photograph down facing the shopping area, you can see how depressing it is. So many people self-isolating, perhaps? 
I thought she might be residing in Woodthorpe Court. But she got in the lift at the Winwood Extra Care Court. I said my farewells to her and plodded on.
I unloaded the few bits I’d bought. This was when I realised the razors prices. And also, they had three blades, which I don’t usually get on with, and end up[ cutting myself. But hey, I can cut myself with any razor nowadays. 
Time get the meal sorted out. The veg mix was decent enough, the best-boiled parsnips for a while. The McCain’s sweet potato fires just passable, the seaweed crispies fine, as were the tomatoes, and the smoked German ham delicious. The apple had gone soft inside. The lemon mousse, naughty-but-nice. 6.2/10. 
01:05hrs: I stirred into imitation life, and as soon as I tried to move from the rickety recliner, Dizzy Dennis was there ready to pounce, and he sure did! 
Off to wash the bucket and have a quick wash. The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, fortuitously, while I was in the wet room, a foot away from the bowl! One of the most comfortable sessions I’ve had for a long time, weeks possibly. The pain, as usual, was there, but not so acute. The evacuation was quicker and the mess minimal. I was pretty chuffed at that! 
I dropped the jammie-bottoms and had a look at the pins (legs). Good heavens! They looked odder in size to each other, but both were carrying a lot of fluid retention—time for the Furesomide tablet to be taken for a few mornings methinks. 
To the kitchen, got the kettle on, took a photographicalisation of the morning view, took the medications (with a Furesomide), then dosed the ear-holes with olive oil, and made the super-flavoursome Glenghettie tea. 
An email from Iceland, telling me there had been changes made to my order. Humph! To the computer, and checked on the Iceland delivery email. As I anticipated, the ‘unavailable’ list was all toilet rolls and kitchen towels! 
I got on with making some needed to continue blogging graphics, first. Then to the job of updating the Tuesday post diary. Which was very time-consuming. But I eventually got it finished. All done and posted off.
I then opened the Amazon box. Everything was there, the ear-blower ball, dropper bottles and the ear-wax remover tool. Soon as I get the time, I’ll try the de-waxer out. All three were made in China. No Coronavirus germs in with them, I hope? 
Time to get the ablutions done! And a good session this was too!
the seat either! Brilliant! 
Did the ears with the new remover tool. Doing the right ear-hole, relied on Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters not playing up, first signs of this, and I’ll stop and try again later. It’s not worth making the hearing any worse. A fiddly, painstaking task, but I coped pretty 
On the CorelDrawing for mere seconds, and the doorbell chimed out its ♫I only want to be with you♫ tune. It was the Iceland delivery man with only a few bags for me. (Someone had admitted him in through the foyer door) He dropped them in the hallway, I thanked him, and off he shot. As anticipated, the paper towels and toilet rolls were missing, out-of-stock! 
The trip to town was a battle-ridden to stay in the side-saddle seat job. But I managed to have a go at the crosswording all the same. The bus was diverted today, this did not please the driver.
Into the Poundland Store, in search of kitchen towels and/or toilet rolls. There were many empty shelves around the store. Panic-buying I imagine being the cause? 
I did get some more of the Turkish-made and printed Woolite liquid though. And they were all low measure. But, at £1.99 from £2,99 seem fair value. I genuinely believe this ‘Black’ one does work well, and bring back the colours of dark clothing. A few more tins of the garden peas and a kitchen roll (No toilet rolls available). 
Alighted back at the flats, and walked to the Winwood Court entrance, turning back to take this picture. It caught the bus I’d arrive on leaving, and the City Bound one arriving. The best thing about this shot, for me, was the lack of vehicles parked around the bus turning 
island. I got inside and shouted a ‘Hello’ through the open door of the ILC’s Wardens Interrogation office. No response. They could not have heard me. 
Along the link-passage back to the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. Passing the al-fresco seating outside, I wondered if I’ll ever get the chance of going out there and sitting on one of the wooden benches, with the crossword book, a flask of 
tea, and some sun-shining? Out of the lift, and to the flat. 
I made a mess of getting the trolley with the two light, but bulky bags on the handlebars in through the door. I now have a decent-sized bruise on my right elbow. Haha!
After a while of nodding and waking, I got up to make a brew of tea. The sky encouraged me to take a photograph of it.
01:25hrs: I woke up, feeling strangely contented? (If a dream caused this, I want another one like it, Hahaha!) A wee-wee was soon needed, the grey bucket had not been used all night, another conundrum! Hmm? Off to the wet room. 
insouciance on my behalf. I was concentrating well, I thought, but the brain had different ideas. I plugged away, and finally got it finished at last (Three-and-a-half hours). 
No time to send it off the blog yet, the Morrison delivery arrived. I even heard
for me and then shot off, bless him. 
But it proved a trickle-less effort? Humph! 
I took a shot of the murky looking sky from the unpopular, dirty, light & view-blocking, photographer-hating, thick-framed, kitchen window.
I made an order for Iceland. Some of the braised beef in onion gravy (2), I have plans to add some home-made vegetables to them and see what they turn out like. Chicken Satays, Mini ice-cream bars, mushrooms, onions, leeks, cooking butter. And on offer-price, Aberdeen meat joint, orange squash, Hob cleaner, a few different of kitchen-rolls, and some toilet rolls. There was only one type of bog-rolls in stock! Comfort (16-pack), and only one of them was allowed to could be ordered. The panic stock-piling I suppose. The chances are, they might not be any available at all come the delivery time? Oh, dear, dear, dearie me!
Sister Jane phoned me, she’s sent me a bit of the Nottingham Post paper on the snail-post, with details about diabetes for me to read. Not arrived yet.
came to light and life, it was the Amazon delivery gentleman. 
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Wearily I got the meal served up, but not without some minor Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops in doing so. A cut finger, a burnt wrist, various dropsies, including as I recall, cutlery, washing up bottle, saucepan lid and the salt pot. 
The meal was a worthy 8.2/10 for taste-rating. This was mainly due to the absolutely delightful sweet potato fritters! 
01:58hrs: I woke several times during the night, but soon nodded off again. This time, I removed my cumbersomely over-stomached body from the £300, second-hand recliner almost straight away. I caught my balance and got the stick, and as I made my way to the kitchen, I stopped part-way… Where were my ailments? Was I still dreaming? Of the wide selection of issues available to me, only Saccades Sandra and Back-Pain-Brenda was of any bother? Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis and the others seem to have abandoned me! Had I snuffed it during the night? I was confused, but oh, so pleased, even if it was only going to be a temporary situation, I took a weak wee-wee in the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), and started to sing to myself as I got in the kitchen! 
As I got the kettle on, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters started failed and continuously returned and did so for ages. This meant the following medication sorting (From the mixed-up tablet’s in the falling-apart PilBox. Thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA), the taking and transportation into the computer, were ridden with annoyances, spilt tea, dropped tablets etc., but still no hassle from even Arthur Itis! So things medically speaking were in fine form! Yeehaa! The state of my mentality had yet to be tested and assessed. Haha!
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On to graphicalisationing now for a while, before getting the wash & brush-up done. 
I alighted the bus last as usual to avoid the stampede for the door, and stood a moment or two, to search for my shopping list. I knew I was only going to Tesco to get fresh fruit & veg, then the Bargain shop. But there were other items that I could not recall. No luck in finding it anywhere, searched every pocket and the trolley bag? 
I hobbled on a few yards and stopped for another search of the jacket and trolley bag. I was getting slightly annoyed with myself again. I was sure I’d put the list in my coat pocket earlier on. 
As I paid and left, then walked down and out onto Milton Street, I had a rest, as Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley had joined in with Back-Pain-Brenda, in giving me some stick. 
As I started moving again, with little bother from Arthur Itis I might add, I spotted this chap across the road? 
Now, in Depression Defcon Two, I was in a right morbid mood. I moved down the hill, to catch the next 40 bus (15 minutes to wait for it) – already dreading the walk from the 40 bus stop on Mapperley Rise back to the flats. I think I might have still been muttering insults at myself? Cholericalisations!
I walked through the Winwood Court entrance and along the link-passage to the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. Not a soul in sight. 
I fumbled about a bit getting into the flat with the trolley-guide. Much to the displeasure of Back-Pain-Brenda. She’s not been in a good mood with me at all, today. 
Mushrooms, sugar snap, leeks and peas in the saucepan. Parsnips, turnips, carrots and sweet potatoes in the oven, sprayed with olive oil and roasting. 
I added some of the seaweed nibbles to the plate of so many different vegetables and sausage. I must say it tasted marvellous! A Taste-Rating of 8.8/10! 
Pro-Tem Smug-Mode-Adopted!
I got the boiling water in the mug and left the Thompsons teabag to soak. Went to get the medications for taking, rubbing-in and massaging, and I noticed for the first time, that pain gels sent this time, were of different names, other than that, the box’s were identical, as were the ingredients! 
Not to worry though, this didn’t matter, for I had a more significant task now! Sorting out all the loose tablets that have fallen out of their day boxes and got mixed up, in the blister packs. At least this is an improvement of leaving me for five days without any medications at all. Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA are such little teasers, the monkeys! 
I put the computer to sleep mode, then got on with the handwashing next. 
I got dressed, I had to, for delivering Josie’s meal. Haha! I then concentrated just on getting Josie’s nosh cooked and prepared. It took about an hour, plus a few minutes washing up after the delivery by Josie’s Sunday Chef (Me!) A good one I hope this week: Parsnips, carrots, garden peas, tomatoes, fish sticks, tuna in brine with mayonnaise mixed in, beetroot. The cheesy-potatoes (I made enough for me have some reheated later), were spot on-the-button (I thought anyway when I tried some). I used Leicester extra-strong, and mixed as well as I could, with butter, sea salt, distilled vinegar and a spot of light soy sauce. Then while the vegetables were in the saucepan, I put the spuds in the oven to brown them off a smidge. Served in on the plate on the tray, added a bar of chocolate and a can of G & T, and got it delivered to her. She seemed to like the look of it, and told me the plateful appears to be getting bigger all the time! I assured her it wasn’t, but I’d spread the fodder out more. Which was true! She gave me a salad pack that had blown a little. I thanked her and wished her happy eating. 
Blow-it, I’ll do it now. The phagomania is with me again. Hahaha!