Inchcock Today – Fri 25 Jan 2019: Fervid, frenzied, frantic, frenetic, furious fun with the upgrading today!

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Friday 25th January 2019

Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 25mh Faoilleach 2019

2325hrs: I stirred, and lay there waiting for the brain to function and join in with the body into imitation-life. Which it did, with a single top-priority indication: “We need the Porcelain Throne – Now!”

I urged my mammoth-stomached body to allow me to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner with relative ease, and stumbled to the wet room, onto the Throne and did my duty. Messy evacuation. During which, I did not see a single EIBWBBB (Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle).

WDPBL As I got up from the Throne, both of the ankles gave way. No falling over though, cause I reached out to stop myself from going over..5fri004. and knocked the Protection Pants from the cabinet onto the floor instead. Oh, dearie me! I picked them up and back to the main room and had a closer inspection of the pins and tootsies of the now more fluid-filled Popeye looking legs.

Damned shame this has happened, cause now I will have to go back on the dreaded side-effect Furesomide tablets. Not good! Heaven knows what the Wee-wees will be like from here on. Still, my warts, blemishes, scars, welts, papsules, spots, growths and blood-swells had all changed again, which keeps the interest going. Hehehe!

Into the Hallway, and moved some stuff out into the spare room to make access for the plumbers/builders later when they arrive. No more bother from the ankles, no more mystery giving ways. Come think of it, I suppose the area of the ankles where the socks kept in the fluid swelling might have been the cause. They were the softer socks as well. Hey-ho!

Hello, I’m sneezing now! By gum, they are big uns too! Hope I don’t wake the neighbours up, it’s around 01:00hrs at the moment.

I got the Health Checks sorted.

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By Jiminy, the Sys and Dia have gone up a lot? I took the medications but held back on taking the Furesomide after all, until I see how the fluid retention goes later. I’m genuinely not keen on going back on these tablets unless really needed.

5fri001I toyed with the idea of having some breakfast, noodles, porridge or Corn Flakes. But fetching the step-ladders and stick-grabber so I can get to the food, seemed just too much bother! Did you see that? My unplanned cunning plan to cut down on food! HaHa! 

I got the noodles in because they were on sale at half-price!

Had a wee-wee, made a brew of tea and then I took these three photographs from the unwanted, unliked view & light-blocking new window. Getting wet in the incoming drizzle at the same time. Haha! One to the left, straight ahead and the last one to the right.

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The mind thought about all those Nottinghamians out there. The young, the old, the shoplifters, muggers, pavement cyclist, patients and medical staff in the hospitals, speeding motorists, both Nottingham Policement on patrol. The street-sleepers. The lonely, the lost, the homeless, the rich, the poor, the demented, the greedy and my fellow 5fri003aincompetents. Just a thought!

WDPBL I ventured out onto the creaking wooden slats in the balcony, opened the metal spring flap on the left side window Luckily I have a good supply of medical plasters!) and took this picture of the wet Chestnut Walk below.

Another wee-wee, and set about updating the Thursday diary. Got this finished at 03:00hrs and made a start on this one.

WDPBL I went to make a mug of tea and get a finger-plaster on the cut thumb from my opening the balcony window. It happened again, this time only one ankle giving way. Using all of my remarkable quick-wittedness and physical dexterity, I avoided going over. (Ahem!) But did manage to clout my shoulder against the doorframe. Klutz! Sulking-Mode-Approaching.

This made me feel a little fed-up with myself.

5fri007So, I thought I’d get some brekkers after all. I got the stick-picker and got down one of the new, special offer half-price super-noodle pots down to try out.

I got the mushrooms, carrots, and peas in the crock-pot.

WDPBL Sillily, I decided to photograph my efforts with the stick-grabber as getting the pot down… the second I took this shot, the Noodles flew out of the grabber, hit me on the head and bounced off of me and into the waste bin without touching the sides. Hahaha! No damage to me or the pot! Smug-Mode Adopted now!

Made the pot up, and watched a DVD on YouTube while I ate it.

I went on CorelDraw to make up the graphics again, then started to get them on the WP gallery to use later. Hours later I had to rush to get the ablutions done in time for the upgrading men to arrive.

All freshened up, I got the black bags to the waste chute, and finally got the header graphics and templates done for a couple of weeks or so, and the chaps arrived to do the upgrading work for me, bless em!

I did the CorelDraw graphicalisationing while the lads were here. Much drilling as is to be expected, but they got the job finished and had gone off for their nosh. They will return for me to sign-off. A lot of sorting and cleaning to do, but not today, its too late in the day for me.

Got the Cumberland Pie in the oven!

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I think the pipework by the much-dreaded and feared plumbers is next to come. Shudder and Near-panic Mode Engaged at the thought!

So tired now, and a headache from the noise of the works. I had to stay in, in case the Clinic emailed about my erroneous missing of the last appointment. Klutz!

5fri34Did the Health Checks.

Got the nosh served up.

The ready-made Cumberland pie, onto which I added some grated extra-strong cheddar cheese, was A1. Along with the slow-cooker cooked vegetables; mushrooms, peas, and carrots made this one of my better efforts tastewise. I added some caramelised gravy granules to the crock-pot, avoiding the need for any salt to be used. Drained the veg and added it to the dish.

A Taste-Rating of no less than 9.2/10 was given.

As usual lately, I settled to watch an episode of the A-Team on channel 21 on the box. But, this time I stayed awake all the way through it! (The excitement of having the messy prep work done and having someone to talk to, perhaps?) Then, I even got ten-minutes into a Rumpole of the Bailey show… but that was it… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Thurs 24 Jan 2019: Busy, busy day.

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jan24 2019

Thursday 24th January 2019

Thursday 24th January 2019

00:30hrs: After a most disturbed night trying to stay asleep (I’m sure I was awake more than resting all the time, Tsk!), I woke feeling drained and with the mind racing away over worries, concerns, etc. Within a minute or so, the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I struggled out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and off to the wet room. Where I remained for about ten-minutes, sat on the Throne.

WD 0.31.0 Waiting not for the big evacuation to end, but the side-show of the wee-weeing to finish! A new LSPDOWWWSOPs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee-with-spurts-of-power) Mode this morning. I’d taken three of these over the next half an hour. Tsk! Cleaned-up, and returned to the recliner.

WD 0.31.0 Where I found multiple signs of nocturnal nibbling. Guilt-Mode Adopted! No wonder I felt so tired, I must have been nipping to the kitchen cupboard and or fridge all night long!

The mind pretended to function, and I pondered over the needs of the day. Morrison food arriving twixt 06:00>07:00hrs, the nibbles and prizes need sorting for the Social Hour, this diary must get done before 05:00hrs, so I can get the ablutions done before the fodder delivery comes, the Laundry has to be fitted in somehow as well. Oh, and I have to get some filled Enoxaparin Syringes from the Chemist soon.

The mind gave up on me, and all I could think of was getting the Wednesday post done and posted.

Did the Health Checks and the medications were taken.

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4thu001aSYS and DIA down nicely. Overall a good set of results methinks.

Had a Wee-wee, and got on with updating the blog.

WD 0.31.0 I had to go again a few minutes later, and this time I could not make it to the wet room in time. I had to use the stand-by emergency bin. The wee-wee took so long, I nearly fell back to sleep, stood-up! The sudden spurts in power were a little more abrupt, too. I was amazed at how filled the bin was. I’m so glad I didn’t take any Furosemide earlier!

Cleaned up again, and started the blog once more. Got it finished and posted off. Went on the WordPress Reader section, then, after another marathon wee-wee, I made a start on this blog.

Added some pictures to the Facebook Albums.

Ablutions tackled next. No shower, cause of the early hour. So a stand-up jobbie, like in my young deformative years (Hehe!), but with hot water and not having to heat water up on the stove… and the pleasure of not using a cut-throat razor but Bic disposables. Ah, and no ice forming on windows. And, having electricity supplied. I don’t really miss the old days that much! Hehehe! I left facecloths soaking in washing powder and disinfectant in the sink.

4thu01Had a look at the fluid containers (legs) to see if any new welts, boils, scars or bruises had arrived overnight.

All I could see that had altered was the blue mark on the shin had somehow wholly disappeared? Only to be replaced with a dark blue welt above the left ankle. Oh, and the fluid content difference between the pins!

4thu02Every day something different! Wasn’t that a catchphrase in an old advert on TV?

I departed the wet room, only to realise I had left my alarm wristlet and watch inside, so I returned to collect them.

WD 0.31.0 And found just one very dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) with its legs seemingly shrunken? He or she was on the sink edge. If anyone can explain to me how, this dead weevil had appeared on the sink, five minutes or so 4thu03aafter I had just put the clothes in to soak and it wasn’t there then… I would appreciate it. Baffled-Mode-Engaged!

The Morrison delivery arrived at 0700hrs. It looked like I’d gone over the top a bit again? Haha!

Readied the nibbles, raffle prizes and pressies. Left the cream cakes and wine in the fridge. Hopefully, I won’t forget to pick them up when I get out.

09:00hrs. Got the things checked and gathered and off to the jolly old Social Hour.

4thu05The fire door at the outer corridor end was wedged open, a door matt at flat 70 was in use, both of which I thought had been banned since Grenfell fire.

A mini obstacle course was manoeuvered around. Dropped some back bags down the waste chute, then down in the lift.

4thu05aDropped the bag of recyclables at the caretaker’s door. I didn’t disturb him, because he was on his mobile phone.

I took a snap of Winwood and Winchester Court.

The hobble along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses 4thu06Wardens Temporary HQ. Handily placed WC. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.

Before entering the shed, I snapped this shot of Winwood Court and Woodthorpe Court.

Not many folks at the Social this morning. But all seemed to enjoy themselves, and a few natters and laughs were enjoyed. I tried to wangle a gossip with Jenny, Nora, Doreen, Cyndy, Gaynor, John, Frank, and others.

4thu06aI decided while in there, to get the laundry done. On the walk back, I saw how close the thirty-foot drop was to the new walkway we have to use until the turning circle for the buses is completed.

Hopefully, none of our alcoholic dipsomaniac residents will use it and topple over in doing so. Hahaha! 

4thu07Access to the Woodthorpe Court entrance looked a bit dodgy as I limped in the drizzle along Chestnut Walk.

It must be terrible to getting access for the delivery drivers.

When I got in the foyer, I checked to see if any machines were free, and both were. So I hastened up to the flat and brought down the 4thu08washing and got the short cycle going.

As I went back up, Nora got out of the lift with her washing too. We had a short natter as best as two auditorily challenged people could. The wee-wees had reverted to the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) style.

Up and started to update this blog until it was time to go down and move the togs to the dryer. It was lovely to see, Mo, Gaynor and Big John sat there in the lobby. I got the clobber into the dryer. Much mirth, merriment, chinwagging, reminiscing and laughter flowed between us. Nora came down to move her washing to the dryer. I checked, and my stuff was almost dry enough. We had another laugh and natter between all five of us, as I removed and packed up my washing and cleaned the filter and helped Nora get her things into the dryer. Nora also helped me, when I dropped some socks on the floor, bless her.

4thu09I departed the company I was enjoying and back up to the apartment. Noticing a new poster on the lift foyer wall.

Had an SSWW. Got the oven warming for the meal.

The door chime rang out. It was the workmen who are calling tomorrow to do the pipework fitting and prepping for the Sprinkler System.

4thu25They told me they would move the heavy stuff for me. I thanked them both. And updated this blog to here, and got the nosh cooking proper.

Now the weariness came in floods. I could have worded that better!

I managed to view a complete episode of the ‘A-Team’ before nodding off!

Zzzz!

Inchcock – Tue 22 Jan 2019: Someone forgot about their Clinic Appointment today. I wonder who? Klutz! Interesting chinwag day though!

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jan22 2019

Tuesday 22nd January 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 22 Ionawr 2019

01:25hrs. I stirred in need of a wee-wee. Not urgently though, for once. I escaped the warm, comforting clutches of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and without much hassle, I ambled into the wet room and discovered the wee-wee classification had now returned to the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) mode. The mind had not fully engaged yet.

WD0.51.102 As I was shutting the door as I left the wet room, I had to reenter swiftly, with the Porcelain Throne duties demanding attention! Sat there, the brain kicked into2tue05 action. I remembered I now had hot water again, and a light in the kitchen. Thanks to the kind intervention of Obersturmführeress Housing Patch Manager and East Midland Come Dancing Champion, Angela (26). ♥

As I left the room again, I spotted just one of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) alive and kicking on the shower drain cover. As I approached with menace to get him or her, it shot down the drain.

It didn’t bother like it usually would, as I was in mixed but generally high spirits. Due to the much-appreciated help, I had was given in solving the water and light issues. The mind wandered again: The late appointment given me for today’s blood test appointment took the edge off of things a little though. I have to get bread, tomatoes, cheese, and some bleach somehow today. The Clinic I can get to anytime after 1400hrs. The dentist demand to be paid what I’d already paid rangled. My minds abstemiousness was being tested with these fears, worries, and challenges milling about in the brain.

WD0.51.102 Luckily, I was shaken out of this tempestuous mental turmoil, when I stubbed my toe on entering the kitchen to get the Health Checks done. Tsk!

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2tue04The sphygmomanometer worked the first time. But it produced some results that fretted me a bit!

The SYS and DIA were both higher. And as for the pulse… that was 103! Mmm?

Still, I found it pleasant to do the checks with the rooms light one. I got the medications taken.

WD0.51.102 I had to grab the grey tub quickly for another SSPWW. I’m sure it fizzled and bubbled as it hit the bucket. Now, this did frighten me at first. Then I realised I might have left some drops of antiseptic disinfectant and bleach at the bottom when I cleaned the tub. Phew! I saw the funny side of this, and may have laughed out loud! Hehehe!

I got on with the updating and finalisationing of the Monday Diary. Which took me far longer than I thought it would.

Made a start on this blog. Many errors were needing repeated correcting. Humph!

Got the kettle on to make a brew. A lot easier now I can see things in the kitchen. Haha!

I got the bag ready for the surgery and clinic with the nibbles collected and bagged. Then added some things to the Morrison order for Thursday (Porridge, cheese, and bleach)

2tue08Then went to make a pot of porridge for brekkers.

Oh, I am a milksop! Change my mind and had cornflakes instead.

I waited until 08:00hrs, then I could use the shower without disturbing anyone, and had a jolly-good, long enjoyable ablutionisationing session.

The legs remain abnormal. Haha! The difference in shape and fluid content remains a further oddity. The spider-veins, papsules, pimples, spots, bruises, pot-marks, 2tue07and unaccountable mystery scars seem to have changed, appeared or disappeared of their own accord, again!

WD0.51.102 Looking at this picture of the pins, reminded me of what a good idea of mine it was in response to advice given me by the Age UK advisor, to pay a professional decorator to paint the flat when I moved in. Humph! (See door frame bottom!)

2tue09WD0.51.102 When I got out of the shower, I found two EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) apparently swimming in the sink that contained the soaking in antiseptic disinfectant, facecloths? I had hoped that allowed entry by Willmott Dixon when they installed the new windows, weevils, had emigrated or hibernated for the winter, but no! Humph! Perhaps, with me having hot water for a few days, they thought they’d take advantage and have a bath? Hahaha!

2tue10I had a wee-wee, then gathered all the needs of the day into the bag and had a small mug of tea.

Which, is when I spotted the fantastic skyline outside. As the sun broke through from behind the flats, it clashed with the gloomy dark mist to produce this view. I can’t think of the word I need to describe it, surreal perhaps? No?

I took the four black bags of waste to the rubbish chute and got the sizeable white recycling bag fastened, and took it down with me on the way out.

WD0.51.102 Got to the lift door, then returned to the apartment to collect the hearing aids and swapped the reading for the right glasses. What a Nebech!

I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, and greeted Brigadeführeress Warden Julie. We spoke of recent events. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog. So, I won’t.

Said our farewells of a sort, and I departed. A few residents in the distance were on their way to the bus stop.

WD0.51.102 As I meandered down Winchester Street Hill, the mind began to adopt its Negaholism-Mode. So strong were these depressive thoughts, I had got to the bottom of the hill and onto Mansfield Road, almost without realising it. Shame!

2tue10aI crossed over the road, spotting this sad sign of Nottingham’s future, and took a picture of it. Another closed-down Nottinghamian business up for lease! The bleak, wet roads, lack of shoppers and the sun beginning to shine, but it brought no hope with it… Sorry about that, got carried away. There must have been some traces of the minds moment of negaholism left-over. Hehe!

I hobbled up to the Post Office shop and got some sliced Polish bread, and two for a pound Scottish Highland Shorties. Paid the chap and out. Crossed back over the road, and down to the Continental store to see if they had any of the lemon croissants or chicken bacon in stock. They had neither, so back out to continue my slog to the surgery.

WD0.51.102 As I left t2tue11he store, this ‘Herbert’ of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he came across the pedestrian crossing at speed and rode up the pavement.

By the time I got the camera ready, he was swinging his legs off of the bike, before he went into a door on the right between the shops. I recall thinking: “Wouldn’t be nice if he lost his balance at this point while there was nobody 2tue12cnear for his to fall on, and hit the lampost in front of him!” It was just another failed hope, like.

I legged it in the nippy weather up the hill, over and down into Carrington and worked out I had plenty of time before the late appointment blood test, to carry on to the Lidle store and shop.

2tue11aWD0.51.102 As I neared the Lidl, another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came close to clouting me. I called out at this one, but apparently, it made no difference as the antisocial-scumbag, inconsiderate, selfish, arrogant, uncaring, blasé, callous, bullying, intimidating, git of a podle just carried on weaving between pedestrians at speed.

Into the shop, and I got a little carried away with the shopping. I arrived at the Self-Serve checkout with Lemon Swiss Roll (Treat for Nurse Nichole), Cooked Meat trimmings, Maple Cured Bacon, tomatoes, lemon cheesecake pots, Turkey weiners and Porridge pots. I got the things through without any hassle or need for the overseers to assist me, scowl at me or get annoyed! She still gave me a first-class scowl of contemptibility though! The bags were now heavier, and I blamed the doctor’s receptionist whoever it was, that gave me such a late appointment. Huh!

2tue12aWD0.51.102 As I left the store to walk back up to the surgery – another damned Nottingham Pavement Cyclist all but ran into me. I had to do the moving out of the way, she didn’t even attempt to change direction to avoid me at all. Until she came to a stop and locked her electric bike up near a shop! And walked into the store with a blank sort of vacant expression on her face. A good job she missed the most attractive and desirable looking mobile-using pedestrian lady!

Thinking about, the bike looked brand new, perhaps she had not got used to riding yet? Like with the mobility scooters, electric bikes: there are no laws to have any training, insurance, registration or testing before the riders set about scaring the hell out of the elderly, disabled, hard of hearing, sight challenged or disabled with sticks pedestrians.

Perhaps, The Rt Hon Matt Hancock MP, Secretary of State for Health and Social Care who graduated from Oxford University with a 1st in Philosophy, Politics and Economics, having studied at Exeter College, Oxford. He went on to earn an MPhil in Economics at the University of Cambridge, where he studied at Christ’s College, Cambridge, may like to make a note of this?

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Or he may be too busy to bother?  He has a lot on his plate at the moment: 

  • His love of horse-racing takes up a lot of his time. A fiddle-filled wanting something for nothing addicted sport, that should have prepared him perfectly for Politics!
  • His determination to hold a second Brexit Referendum.
  • Once, he chartered a private jet on the way back from a climate change summit as energy minister, as well as accepting money from climate change sceptics.
  • He’s mentioned the ‘NHS’ or ‘National Health Service’ in the Commons on average once a year during his time in Parliament.
  • His saying that the Government was planning a further £1bn worth of cuts to the health service next year!
  • He’s been accused of breaking the ministerial code after appearing to endorse his own smartphone app.
  • When Business Minister, he was made to repay £1,674 after being found to have misused House of Commons facilities.
  • He also retweeted a poem that suggested the Labour Party was full of ‘queers’, which he claimed was a “total accident”.
  • But lets give him credit, he is not yet as repugnant as the supercilious, overbearing, pompous, condescending, gut-wrenchingly nauseating Rt Hon Jeremy Richard Streynsham Hunt who he replaced as Health Minister, and has remarkably been made Foreign Secretary instead of being put out of Government, only because of the things he knows about other MPs and Ministers! Gott strewth, poor Theresa May is trying to Govern the country and sort out Brexit with morons like these, supposedly at her side. Poor gal!

Just a few thoughts, you know! Whenever our well-practised gormandizing, quomodocunquizing clusterfists and rapacious varlets known fondly to us proletariats as Right Honourable expense fiddling MP’s come to mind.

2tue12bI got to the surgery and logged in. The lady receptionist said in response to my bemoaning the late appointment time and telling her of the problems this causes me: “That was “?” who made your appointment, I thought at the time how late it was for you!” Ah-well! Got the crossword book out, but my befuddled brain was not really up to getting many answers solved.

Nurse Nichole arrived to fetch me into her treatment room. I could tell at first sight of her pretty smiling face, she was in a much more relaxed mood today. We had a hilariously entertaining (to me, anyway!) nattering session, aided by the bleeding really reluctant to stop after the blood taking. Much chinwagging and laughter ensued. It was almost like a happy ten-minute unbeatable holiday for m2tue12de! Gave her some nibbles, and thanked her. She told me to take off the wadding on the wound later than usual. Her word is my command (I left doing this until the morning, but mainly because I fell asleep so unbelievably early). Dropped off some nibbles for the reception team an off out.

I caught a bus back into Sherwood. Walked up the road and into the Wilko store. Plenty of time before the L9 bus back up the hill was due, So had a walk around nosing.

1mon32I bought a pot of fragrance boost and a new China type mug. It was £2, but I thought worth it because I had found how good the tea tastes from the similar little mug I got for 50p from the charity shop months ago.

I paid the lady and had a look around the next two charity shops, not buying anything.

Then to the Co-op and bought some Cox’s apples.

To the bus stop, where I met Mo and Frank, and we had a really good natter and laugh waiting for the bus. Back at the flats, we alighted, and Frank shot off at an impressive rate of knots. The wee-wee needs, Mo and I thought, Hehe!

More gossiping as Mo and I limped to the flats. Mo had a sit down when we got in to catch her breath, I stayed with her a while, more blathering enjoyed.

2tue12eUp and into the flat. Had an SSPWW, did the Health Checks and medication taking. Put the fodder away and made up some Polish bread sandwiches and some tomatoes, gherkins apple slices and mushroom added.

Made a brew in the new China-type mug, it tasted delicious! So pleased I have another one now, just in case I break the old one. Hehehe!

I enjoyed the salad. That Polish bread is so palatble, and with the extra salt in it, I didn’t need to use any on the tomatoes.

WD0.51.102 While eating and enjoying this nosh… I remembered that I had not visited the clinic! The emotions of nemesism, self-loathing, embarrasment, penitentiary thoughts, self-condemnation and disgrace came over me. I put the plate and tray on the side of the Ottoman, and stewed in my own disgust!

Evntually I turned on the TV, and drifted off to sleep before the TV had come on!

4Thu001aI woke with one heck of a start an hour or so later!

I had a wander around to see if I could identify the cause of me rude awakening but without any luck.

For some reason, I noticed that the temperature on the Nottingham City Homes gadget were both out of the green zones. But I still haven’t worked out if this is good or bad. My being uncultured, untaught, unschooled, untutored, untrained, unread, unscholarly, uninformed, uneducated, uncouth, unsophisticated, and an unaccomplished, unconfident philistine might be the reason. Nowadays, with the memory, concentration and eyesight going, there is little chance of any improvement? Hehe!

I got myself back into the £300 second-hand rusty, rickety recliner, and was off back into the land-of-Nod in seconds. Zzz!

Inchcock – Mon 21 Jan 2019: Terrible start to the day. Got betterer, light and heater mended. So tired!

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jan21 2019

Monday 21st January 2019

Icelandic: Mánudagur 21 Janúar 2019

WDP001B 00:00hrs. I stirred into a shambolic simulation of life, with the old mind in a state of worryingly mental-mayhem this morning. I was addlepated, muddleheaded and the fretting, panicking and confusions reigned, tormenting the brain somewhat for a while. Slowly the mind semi-focussed, and I saw the tray with the dirty plate and cutlery on the side chair. Signs of nocturnal nibbling were scattered around: an empty crisp packet, a jelly baby in the folds of my stomach, and a sucker wrapper in the waste tub, along with an empty desert pot! Oh, dear! This meant I must have got up out of the £300 second-hand rusty recliner during the night, and gone into the lightless kitchen to fetch the food, surely? But I could recall nothing of doing so at all?

WDP001B An extemporaneous and sudden demand arrived for a wee-wee! I fumbled my way out of the recliner, and stepping on a teaspoon on the way, I lunged for the emergency grey-plastic wee-wee bin, to find it was nearly full! (I could not remember taking any wee-wees last night either?) It turned out to be an LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wee) effort. It eventually filled the tub almost to overflowing.

WDP001B I engaged my ‘Had-Enough-Already-Mode’ I hobbled to the wet room, and thoroughly cleaned and antisepticated the grey bin after emptying it. While I was doing this, the need for the Porcelain Throne’s usage arrived. It was a miracle that I was in the wet room at the time. For the evacuation was a five-second-long Diahorrea Donald, Trotsky Terence type, messy and soft! More cleaning up needed!

WDP001B I returned to the recliner room, stepping on the errant spoon again. A silent curse word, a painful bend-down to retrieve the now warped cutlery piece, and gathered the plate and tray and off to the kitchen with them. The light tube was still on its last legs, and I foolishly forgot about this and turned the switch on. Within seconds Dizzy Dennis started off. Oy Vey, already! I left the items on the sink, I’m not going to sort them until it gets lighter and I ca1mon01n see properly.

The wind-up torch was utilised to do the Health Checks and take the medications and medicationalisational activities.

I had to use the torch again, to be able to take this photograph of the medicines.

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WDP001B I got the computer on and made up last weeks and today’s charts on the Excel record sheet. (During which I had to take two more LSPWWWs!) The readings today were up and down a bit. The pulse had never been lower, the weight and temperature have never been higher. Tsk!

1mon01aWDP001B Back to the Porcelain Throne. (Tsk!) The rear-end evacuation was over, again in seconds. But the follow-up LSPWWW took so long! I read the ‘Catastrophe’ book for a chapter or so. Huh!

This Monday morning’s Whoopsies, and Accifauxpas, so far had not installed much confidence in me for the future of the day. Humph! 

1mon05aThe electrician should be arriving twixt 08:00hrs > 12:00hrs, to replace the kitchen light tube. I hope!

WDP001B A few short, light Dennis Dennis visits and two more LSPWWWs came while I was updating the Sunday Diary. So it took me longer than usual by a long way. But, finally, I got it finished and sent off to WordPress.

I began to wonder about these wee-wees, and questioned if I had taken a Furesomide without realising it? But I don’t think so, as I cannot recognise one in the photo with the tablets in it above.

I made a start on doing today’s diary for an hour or so. Then decided to get some brekkie, a pot of porridge I think. I’ll make in the light of the other room this time, to avoid pouring boiling water on my digits again. Hehe!

06:30hrs. Started to get the ablutions done.

 An LSPWWW was passed. Then, would you believe it, I had a spot of bad luck. (Hard to comprehend, I know.) Half-way through the stand-up washing session, and the hot water started to run cold! Is today really happening? Or, am I still asleep and in the middle of an incubus nightmare? Mayhaps, it’s the Grim Reaper going soft, and making this day on earth so horrendous for me, that I won’t mind his taking me away? Haha! 

I prepared the black bags and recycling bag ready to take down. I can’t take them yet, its too early cause of the noise, and the tube replacement chap might turn up anytime after 08:00hrs.

2019 01a1WDP001B As I settled to update this blog, I suffered some splanchnic pains. But not from Roger Reflux or Duodenal Donald. This discomfort is coming from the lower abdomen. It is a nagging sort of pain, but I’d say only a 3/10 of the pain scale. Might be from the urinary bladder area? This organ is linked to the kidneys and may be why they have made the appointment for me on Thursday. No, Friday. Or not, of course. Hehehe!

I got on CorelDraw and creating some more page top graphics for the diaries.

11:10hrs now, no signs of the Nottingham Homes Maintenance electrician yet. So I made up some thoughts of the morning odes and graphics to use later. Shame, I’d hoped they would arrive early enough for me to get some shopping done. But, Hey-Ho!

12:20hrs now. No light, no hot water and in pain with the mystery pangs. Fed-up as well. I’ll nip out to see if I get some information from the Wardens, and ask them to ring about the hot water, or lack of hot water I should say. It’s the third time this has happened.

Hope to back in a while. I dropped the bottle of orange Lucozade on the foyer desk for anyone to take.

1mon07I’m back But feeling a right Schnook & Schmuck. Oy-Yoy-Yoy! Here’s why…

I set off out, feeling confused and irritated with myself.

Took this photo as I left the foyer, of the centre New Build Winwood Court compound.

Hobbled along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. I waved to a couple of passing residents, who acknowledged my greetings. That was good.

Got in the hut, and explained about the tube and lack of hot water. I felt even guiltier when I realised that Lynne and Julie were getting ready to eat their midday meals. Tsk!

1mon07c Julie told me that she said the appointment for the tube replacement was for… wait for it… MONDAY FEBRUARY 4TH! Not today! I wanted to run away and die! Lynne handed me a DVD of the ‘Clarence’ TV comedy, bless her cotton socks.

  • Will I fall asleep if they come late?
  • I can’t dare watch TV, cause if I put the headphones on to view the TV or a DVD, I’ll have no chance of keeping awake.
  • I hope I don’t wake up late for the clinic and blood test appointments in the morning.
  • When should I eat my dinner?
  • Mustn’t forget the medications and Health Checks.
  • How am I going to cope for 16 days with the flashing tube in the kitchen and the ensuing Dizzies that are sure to come?
  • I’ll have to wedge the door open I suppose, in the hopes that they come straight in.

Thanked Julie and Lynne for their help and apologised for things getting things wrong again. Klutz!

I was a little in turmoil as I walked back to the flat. But I saw Willmott-Dixons Perambulator Pete and Ian Incharge as I hobbled along. So took pictures of them I can doctor later.

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1mon07bI then saw Penny on her way home from the bus, and I chased after her, she was quick, luckily I caught up with the gal as she was sorting out her door fob. The Lucozade was gone, so someone got made use of it, I’m glad to say.

I told Penny of my woes. We had a little natter and laugh going up in the lift. I enjoyed that no-end.

Got in the apartment, and had what can only be called a marathon LSPWWW. Longest ever one for me. Haha!

Did the Health Checks and took the medications. Then got on the blog, to get details down before I forgot them.

While writing about the concerns, the mobile phone rang. It was Nottingham City Homes Housing Patch Manager, Obergruppenführeress and Ballet Dancer Angela Gould. And boy was I pleased that she read my blog! She’s rang maintenance and got them to call today for both the Tube and the hot water problem. Bless her cotton socks. I was a little mixed up when I was telling her about things, but she understood I think. I thanked her and carried on with this blog updating. In a much cheerier mood.

1mon07dAt 14.29hrs, a cheerful chappie arrived and sorted the kitchen light tube replacement for me in minutes. I thanked him, and off he rushed to his next job.

Now, all I have to come is another electrician to do the water tank electrics. If they come soon enough for the heating to start, I should have hot water in an hour or so. I think it begins getting heated around 18 or 19:00hrs?

I must not sit down, or I know I’ll nod-off, wanting to or not!

I did some work in doctoring the lad’s photos on CorelDraw and Paint. Got them finished. Hehehe! Hope the lads see these and like em!

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I went on Facebooking then, adding to the photo albums.

1mon3216:00hrs now. Well and truly past my kip-down time, but still waiting for the electrician. Might as well get the nosh sorted.

Oh, a success! Texas sausages, passata, and chilli-beans. The excellent tasting Aldi sourdough baguette used to dip and suck with. The other ingredient in the main dish was some rusty (skin on) potato chips. A sliced apple and another Limoncello dessert rounded off the feast for me. A 9.2/10 Flavour rating, despite my feeling so tired.

I think I was just at the point of nodding off when the intercom phone burst into life. It was another young man, who came mend the heater that had ‘Tripped-Out’ again. The lad was in and out in around three minutes, all done, now. Thanked him, had a wee-wee, did the last Health Checks and medication taking, and sat down on the £300 second-hand recliner. Got the TV on to try and stay awake long enough to watch a ‘Hustle’ episode.

1mon33WDP001B The instant I got down, Colin Cramps attacked! He had a go at the left side tonight and got carried away. The fingers, wrist, toes, foot, and leg all suffered acutely. And these annoying pains from the cramps stayed with me for longer than ever before.

I kept rubbing in the Phorpain 20% gel on and off for over an hour to try and get some relief. I think, in the end, it had little effect. The cramps just got bored with hurting me. Hahaha!

I couldn’t concentrate on the ‘Hustle’! I drifted off into much-needed sleep, hours later than my usual time and before the end of the programme. (Nothing new there, then!)

Hey-ho! What a flipping harrowing, problematical, health challenging, mind-confusing, busy, and yet heartwarming at getting some support, sort of day it was!

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

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jan20 2019

Sunday 20th January 2019

UZBEK: 20 Yanvar 2019 Yil Yakshanba

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Had a rinse and freshened up afterwards.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then off for another LSPWWW.

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

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

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

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

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

Plenty of stuff that I fancied watching… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Thur 17 Jan 2019: Uncontrollabilities caused unconventionalities today. I think!

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jan17 2019

Thursday 17th January 2019

Norwegian: Torsdag 17. Januar 2019

00:15hrs. I woke with the new big bruise on the leg stinging and aching something rotten. Then my concentration changed, and I pondered over the task of moving the flats stuff around in preparation for the visit from the demolition men to install the pipework for the new sprinkler system. Would I make it to the Social Hour today? Will the bruise and feet allow me to walk okay when I get up? Little Inchy is bleeding, ah, no signs of nocturnal nibbling. Eventually, my wandering brain returned, to the moving the things around problem, so much did it concentrate on this, that I decided to get up straight away and get the computer on to check the Google Calendar for the timings. Despite the Clinomania that hovered in my mind.

I extracted my obeast stomach-supporting body from the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner, without much bother. As soon as I stood up, the new bruise let me know its displeasure. I’m still not convinced this is a bruise. The type of pain it gives are nothing like the ones the multitude of other bruises gives me? But if Dr Vindla says it is, then it must be.

2Tue03 First thing I did was get the computer on, and check the Google Calendar. Oh heck! I found that it is not on this Thursday, but next Thursday that the men are calling to do the pipework! Another Cringe-making! Whoopsie! Sheepish-Shamed-Faced Mode Engaged!

As I got up to respond to the call to the Porcelain Throne, the new bruise gave me more stick and pain than I thought it should be doing. And during the evacuation, I felt Dizzy Dennis trying to issue me some hassle, but only very mildly. I do not need him to kick off again like last night. Else my brain will end up being useless to me. Not that it is all that concentrated or useful as it is. Hehe! Tsk!

I got the Health Checks done next.

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4thu001aNow I have cut down on the Furesomide; the BP is creeping up. Well, I think it is, I’m not sure what if means when the Sys and Dia both go up?

Still, not complaining. The fear of Dizzy Dennis returning, this dang bruise making walking difficult, and the feet are top of my worry list this morning. Of course, things can change in an instant. Hehehe!

4thu01The wee-wees were thankfully back to an LSWW (Long-Sharp-Wee-Wee) mode this morning. Although the legs were not yet freed of all of the stored fluid. Once again, the spider-veins had mysteriously moved and changed colour and or positions.

The bruise came out looking like a scar on this photo? It doesn’t look anything like so severe to the eye, just the lens of my old Sony camera?

I got with this blog, so I could record things while still fresh in my head.

Then went on to finalise the Wednesday Woes post. Then I made a blog page of Tim Price’s Brilliantly written and composed song titled: “Inchock’s wonderings while he’s wandering through the many streets of Nottingham” This one is with the correct lyrics. I made a mess of the ones I put in my previous blog. Sorry Tim, now you’ve saved the day by giving me the proper wording, I couldn’t wait to get it posted! Cheers, Mate!

2Tue03 I was so pleased with myself in getting it done correctly, at last, I held on to a wee-wee for a while, as I finished it off – Oh dear! Boy am I suffering now! Agony seems the most suitable word! Hehe! Why am I laughing? Still, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun are leaving me alone.

4thu02I decided to get one of the pots of the porridge I got yesterday for breakfast with a mug of tea.

2Tue03 I’d like to give a tip for anyone making one of these pots for their brekkers. Don’t squeeze the tub too hard when you pour in the boiling water. Tsk! Klutz!

4thu05Went to wash the mug, and my keen powers of observation noticed it had been snowing a tad.

4thu05aSome snowflakes had lingered on top of the vehicles, rooftops, and the grass, but most of it had melted now.

I got the ablution sorted next. A stand-up wash, 4thu03awith it being too early to use the shower for fear of disturbing my neighbours.

2Tue03 These throwaway Bic razors are getting blunted quick lately? Humph!

I ran out of shaving foam and had a search for the spare one. Took me a few minutes to find the new one. 

4thu04I took a picture of the pins after cleaning up. They are definitely holding less fluid now. Gone down noticeably. The blue almost circular papsule that had come up on the left leg had gone, leaving signs of it at all?

Also, I didn’t see a single, not one I say! Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle (EIBWBBB) anywhere!

I’d finished the ablutions with time to spare before the hour for the Morrison Delivery arrived. (0830 > 0930hrs). They may be late with the snow perhaps.

09:30hrs, no Morrison delivery yet? I went through the bag to make sure I had all the prizes, nibble, etc. there.

About 09:50hrs, the landline light lit up. It was the poor old Morrison delivery driver saying he’d be arriving in about ten minutes. Which he did. He’s been stuck on the A453 in traffic, and it took him an hour to travel a mile and a half! There are a lot of roadworks going on in that area. True to his work he arrived when he said he would. I have to say, they couldn’t help the traffic, yet they knocked £5 off of my bill and sent me a free can of light ale in with the order, and a sample of six mini-bottles apple juice; which will be nice for me to take the medications with.

I hastened to get the fodder stored away, put the light ale in the bag for an extra nibble for whoever fancied it at the Winwood meeting. Grubbled about checking things were left safe, and off to what was left of the Social Hour.

4thu24It was colder than I had expected out on Chestnut Walk. Frost on the road and cars still. The sun was fighting its way through, though.

By the time I got into the hut, there was precious little time left for me to socialise much.

My arrival was not one of the best I’ve had. I’d missed the raffle etc. too. I got the nibbles handed out, but no time to natter much, the box went round and came back almost emptied, but I didn’t get the usual opportunity to take it around and have a gossip as I did so. Jenny, Cyndy, Margaret, Doris, Gaynor, May, Doreen, Beryl, Frank, William, BJ, John and others were all deep in their conversations. But they did seem content enough bless them. And a few laughs were heard, which satisfied my complaisant nature. I had a job getting anyone to take the can of light-ale, Frank obliged me in the end.

As some of the clan left, I got a much-needed chance to have a chinwag with one or two of my amazing fellow-residents at last.  Which really made my day, even though it was me who did most of the talking.

4thu25When I got back to the apartment, the weariness dawned, and a pang of hunger took hold of me.

I made some overly-well-buttered sandwiches with the last of the polish bread. Tomatoes and the German smoked ham, with the thick crust having cheddar and a few drops of Hoisin sauce on it. Some salad, egg, apple sliced, too. A Limoncello dessert to end with. I must resist this in future!

An A-team episode was on the TV. After watching this, I was determined to make a start on the spare room sorting.

But I fell asleep instead: and didn’t wake up for hours and hours. Tsk!

Inchcock – Sun 13 Jan 2019: I hate chinwagless weekends! Tsk!

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jan13 2019

Sunday 13th January 2019

Italian: Domenica 13 Gennaio 2019

23:50hrs. Once more, I woke with an entirely altered and different outlook and health condition than of the previous morning. I found my physical fettle alrightish, but the mental side was a little fragile, seemed to be psychoactive. Fretful, angstful, restless, all of a dither. Actively searching for something to worry over, fear or give me concern? Luckily, once again the SSPWW (Short=Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) pulled me out of my clinomania and mind-warping terrors!

wd0.0.90 I exited the £300 second-hand rickety recliner within seconds and took the three paces to the emergency grey tub, and painfully relieved myself. It had to be a forbearing exercise this time. For things flowed and flowed… and flowed. Not as powerfully as of late, but for so much longer!

wd0.0.90 Just as things were coming to an end, Dizzy Dennis attacked. I was able to avoid dropping the tub thankfully. I got it back down on the floor. Then I needed to hold on to the door for a few seconds as the dizzies slowly eased. I understood that this problem may well be caused by the Furosemide side-effects.

More hassle next!

wd0.0.90 I realised that Litte Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding away as I’d wee-wee’d. Oy-Yoy-Yoy! What next!

wd0.0.90 Off to the wet room to try and medicated and clean things up. I had used the last of the 2.5% Hydrocortisone cream. Ululation-Mode-Adopted! I used the tube of 1%, but have little confidence in its effectiveness. I don’t mean to kvetch, folks, but may be forced into it if things don’t start getting better soon! Tut-tut! Another wee-wee was taken while in the wet room. From here on, they seem to have returned to the shorter but more frequent mode. As they did yesterday. Had a rinse and disinfected contact points, taps, WC, handles etc.

wd0.0.90 Guess what I found as I was leaving the wet room? A rather large and alive EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) I ha7sun01d hoped I’d seen the last of these! He kindly posed for me to take this photograph, then suddenly he/she was off down the shower grate like a flash! It appeared to have longer legs than the other earlier ones. This weevil indeed moved much faster than any I’ve seen before, and I have seen thousands of them in the flat over the last year? As someone said: Perhaps Nottingham City Homes could make money out of these. They must be full of protein, we could sell them to a laboratory, Far-Eastern fast-food outlet or somewhere? Hehehe!

Had another SSPWW as I went to check on the recliner area. (Thank heavens for that grey bin!) I could not see any signs of nocturnal nibbling, but I did note the tray with the dish cutlery on from last nights meal. So I removed it to the kitchen sink and got them washed up. Another Grey-Bin-Wee-wee!

Finally, I’d got around to getting the Health Checks done!

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Things looked a little lower in with the SYS & DIA, the pulse is up a bit, which is good I think. Got the medications taken, wondering what will happen with the wee-weeing now I’d imbibed the morning Furosemide. I soon found out. I put the kettle on, and by the time it had boiled, I had to make a dash for the Grey-Wee-Wee-Bin! On this single release, I thought the day would be gone before the flow stopped! I had a vision of them having troubles at my cremation as I leaked and put the fire out! Hahaha!

7sun03wd0.0.90 Amidst all the morning troubles, the mind going potty… finding the new breed of giant weevil, Dizzy Dennis’ attack, Inchies Lesion bleeding, the wee-weeing and having just clouted my knee against the cabinet in the kitchen,  I found myself humming ‘Silent Night’ to myself? Possibly a mix of old age, deliration, dementia, and mental derangement, I imagine.

7sun05I checked the condition of the legs. I discovered a tiny welt from the knee-banging, and much rescaping and reshaping of the surfaces had taken place since the last check. Definitely, a lot more misshaped knobblier appearance today.

The distribution of the retained fluid, not so much now, but it was still the top half of the legs with the higher content. The blue marks from yesterday, had vanished? Inevitably, blood and fluids flow downwards, don’t they? If I were an American, I’m sure some biology laboratory would have paid me to examine them. The moon’s surface comes to mind. Haha!

At last, I got around to updating the Saturday blog, finished it and got it sent off to WordPress. (With only about five Wee-wees needed, too!)

Made a start on this post, got up to here and felt a bit peckish. Went to make a pot of porridge, but I had none left. So I had a pot noodle. Watch a YouTube thingy while I ate it.

Worked on CorelDraw, to make some headers for the series. Started the nosh preparations.

Did the Health Checks and suddenly I didn’t feel too good. Duodenal Donald was giving signs of his intentions. Alack! I thought this might affect my appetite, but no! I gobbled up the meal, meat pie, tomatoes and cheesy mashed potatoes, followed by a limoncello. A rating of 9.55/10 for this effort!

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I was incapable of doing much now, and got down in the chair and just drifted off.

But things turned a little bothersome, as the dreams kept coming and coming… but any rest (Tut-Tut!) Did not! Oy Vey! – So early, this was the end of my day!

TTFN each.

Inchcock – Sat 12 Jan 2019: The highlight of the day being the few moments that I was Not Wee-weeing! Tsk!

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jan12 2019

Saturday 12th January 2019

German: Samstag, 12. Januar 2019

00:30hrs. Another different awaking mood this morning. I was in a ‘Sod-it-I-Can’t-Win, so why bother!’ Mode. I lay there atop of the £300 second-hand recliner and spotted some bits of mushrooms and cheese on the carpet that I had missed when cleaning up from last nights disastrous falling asleep while eating. And I seem unperturbed by this?  Normally, I would have verbally ostracised myself for being so incapable.

I suspect that as I age, I think I am sensing sadness and weltschmerz at the way things are going on earth?

I got the idea and urged to do a funny ode about the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles), or rather the sudden lack of them. This thought had lodged firmly into my challenged brain.

I got free of the £300 second-hand 1970 built rickety recliner, with complaints only from the knees this morning. I was forced to grab for the disinfected bin for a wee-wee, a short-sharp-painfull one, not a long forceful hose-pipe type one. But I knew I was going to take the medications shortly, and this includes the Furesomide tablet. So things may change in the wee-wee department. (Boy was I to find out how right I was!)  I went to empty the tub, then returned it ready for any further use that may be needed, to near the computer.

I sensed great mansuetude in myself this morning. I felt ireless. Even a little apanthropinisational. But why?

Cleaned up the bits on the carpet missed last night, not an easy task with the knees playing up. Then off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

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6sat03All was looking good on the Health Check results.

Please take it as said, that the SSPWWs were taken many times throughout the morning and up to around midday when the frequency eased off a little. 

I got the computer on and started to compose the little ode to the Weevil Wars Ending.

As I was getting to the end of it, many hours later. The concentration had gone to pot on me. I reckon I spent over six hours on this post, from scratch and including the photographs of course. I also mad a header graphic up to use for this post alone, which took a great deal of time on its own.

I made a very late start on this diary.

The concentration was getting a little worse, so I took a break and got the nosh sorted out. The afternoon seemed to lighten up as I got the fodder from the crock-pot.

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6sat07Minced lamb, chestnut mushrooms and peas in lamb and mint flavoured gravy. A small wholemeal baguette, to soak up the gravy with. Mmm! And a limoncello dessert for afters.

After eating up all of the meal, I placed the tray on the chair next to the recliner and considered what my actions would be after I had washed up the pots and pans. Not a lot… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Fri 11 Jan 2019: I’d fallen asleep with the meal-tray precariously balancing on my bulbous belly. I woke, the food scattered over the recliner and a decorously enhanced food covered stomach! Tsk!

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Friday 18th January 2019

Swahili: Ijumaa 18 Januari 2019

 00:02hrs: I laid for hours trying to get to sleep. I gave up when I heard a buzzing noise? At first, I thought it was in my head or perhaps I had nodded off again and was dreaming. I had to get up to investigate. I was up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner like a young-un! I still fail to see why every morning I appear to wake-up in different moods and physical conditions?

4thu06WD 51.0.0 There was no light flashing on the landline telephone. So I went to the intercom phone, no calls one on there either. I had a search and fumble around and found my Nokia mobile, nothing on there. Mind you, the battery was as dead as a dodo, so there wouldn’t be would there. I put it on charge. Haha! Went to the door in case the chime had been ringing, no one about. Well, now I was stumped and flummoxed! But pleased to notice the lack of any signs of nocturnal-nibbling having taken place.

I went to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and had to divagate to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation went well, and the wee-wee was remarkably short and weak (another change!).

5fri001bCleaned-up and to the kitchen. Noticing just one dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) on the draining board?

How and why, are they all getting up on there just to die? Yesterday’s Weevil bodies were actually in the bowl of water in the sink?

Finally, I got the Health Checks sorted out, then the medications were taken.

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5fri001The SYS had gone up, but the DIA was well down at 56, the lowest its ever been actually.

I’ll have to ask what this means or indicates when I see the nurse and doctor next Tuesday.

I made a brew of Assam tea an took it with me to the computer and started on the updating of yesterday’s Inchcock Today. I got it finished off and posted.

5fri003aWD 51.0.0 As I was doing this, an immediate and urgent need to pass water arrived. I had no time to get to the wet room. Fortunately, I still had the grey plastic bin in position nearby. I fumbled about, tearing the pyjamas as I fought to get Little Inchy out in time, and only just made it! It was so antithetical to my earlier pathetic wee-wee – this one 5fri004was back to the full-blown LHBLPWW’s (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Painful Wee-wee) style! It was resolute, unrelenting, uncontrollable, uncontainable, powerful and it stung a bit. Oy gevalt! I even had a Dizzy Dennis visit at the same time! I swear the bucket was half full by the time things had settled down. Core Blimey! I had to stand still for a few moments to let the dizzies pass. Then I emptied the bin in the toilet and cleaned and disinfected things. And returned the wastebin to the side of the computer chair, for my EQ told me to. That was so unexpected!

Mainly because of yesterdays relenting of the pressure wee-wees and as I thought, things were getting back to normal… but no! Tsk! The legs felt the same as they did on Thursday, the tops seemed more filled than the lower half of them, but overall far less retention than of the previous few days… I’m losing it here.

I had few minutes Facebooking, then began to do this blog.

WD 51.0.0 Ten minutes later, a repeat performance of the LHBLPWW’s (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Painful Wee-wee) arrived! Even more of it came out, but slightly less forceful at least.

WD 51.0.0 Ten more minutes or so, and yet again an LHBLPWW’s (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Painful Wee-wee) suffered!

Did some work on the next batch of TFZer graphicalisations.

Twenty minutes more, or so, and yet again another LHBLPWW’s (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Painful Wee-wee) suffered! But not so much this time. (It slowed down progressively after this one).

Got the ablutions tended to. Took some black bags to the waste chute on the way out with a bag of recyclables. I took the walking stick with me, in case the toes started to play up again.

I met Lynne as I left the foyer, and we exchanged a few words and a laugh. Which I enjoyed.

Dropped the bag off and hobbled to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult Exchange and distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents complaint formulation corner of the room. Hehehe!

5fri006Taking this photograph on the right, of the centre compound and Winchester Court as I limped along.

Only three bodies in when I arrived. Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Kamp-Warden Deana, Mary and ready-with-his- insults Roy. Seconds later the room filled with many more residents, and others outside joining the bus-stop queue. A natter, and then I popped out to the bus stop to be verbally maligned and more chinwagging.

I had that nagging doubt that I had forgotten something!

A natter again on the bus to Arnold, well, I got off in Daybrook actually and popped into the Sainsbury store to get some bread and have a quick nosey. Time was limited, as I hoped to catch the same bus I went on, back to the flat. Giving me only about 20 minutes to get the fodder and out to the bus stop in time. I got a move one like a young un! (Fib Mode Engaged!)

I used the self-serve check-outs but needed assistance twice from the instantly fed-up-with-me, assistant. Humph! I came out with: A brown part-baked baguette, a beef meat pie, Brown bread thins, Blue Stilton cheese, mushrooms and a turnip, and £8 lighter in the pocket.

5fri007Departed and across the pelican lights to the bus stop.

The L9 bus was due in eight minutes. A friendly lady (Cream coat and hat) I had met before on the bus and I had a chinwag. 

WD 51.0.0 As we got on the bus… I could not find my bus pass! The lady showed great empathy with me and my situation, as I was grubbing about in a desperate search to find the card, bless her cotton socks. ♥

It took me ages to find it, going methodically through all of my pockets, I eventually discovered I’d put it the same place as the medical alert card… Phew! 5fri007a

When the bus got in Sherwood, three of my beloved fellow tenants got on.

When we arrived home, I said my thanks and farewells to the lady in cream.

The three residents from my Woodthorpe Court, all shot off ahead of me. But, having the walking stick with me, for one I caught up with them.

Oh, how I wish you could have been with the four of us as we used the lift! The banter was brilliant! The persiflage, badinage and repartee flowed! It was so pleasing to hear. The four of us, all suffering from barbacoa, but within the confined space, we all listened to the others insults, raillery, ridicule and teasing. Talk about laugh! And, with two four-wheeled shopping trolleys all crammed into the lift cage, it was such a tight fit, too! Hahaha!

I got into the flat in a great frame of mind and mood, that’s due to the few events in that elevator. 

Into the flat, had a wee-wee, and from here on they were all SSPWWs (Short, Sharp, Painful-Wee-wees), plenty of them mind.

I put the fodder away, checked the mushrooms in the slow-cooker, and got on with updating this blog.

I made a mug of tea and did the Health Checks. Taking this photo below and putting my ugly-mush on it. To try and see if I could use it as a rotating page header on WordPress. Got it on!

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5fri33CorelDrawing for a while.

Then got the nosh sorted out. It looked great, healthy, tasty and one of the best vittles I’d served up for ages…

WD 51.0.0 But, Oh dearie me!

I’d fallen asleep with the tray still precariously balancing on my bulbous belly. I woke with the dish and plate scattered over the recliner and a highly decorously enhanced adorned stomach. The artwork consisted of bits of lettuce, a boiled egg, sliced mushrooms. Stilton cheese crumbs, broken chestnuts and a knife.

The dessert and spoon miraculously had dropped on the carpet, making minimal spillage as well, with the pot upright!

WD 51.0.0 I was not a happy chappy. The self-recriminating and disgust at myself started as I painfully got up and sorted out the mess. I think I had managed to eat some of the meal before I drifted off to kip because I later spotted there were smudges of sauce on my chin? Took me ages to clean it and myself up. Klutz!

It might have been considered as fortuitous though, for I found that I had not taken the evening medications or done the Health Checks, so I got them done.

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I mixed some spring water with a bit of lime cordial, climbed into the £300 second-hand rickety rinky-dink recliner, and as I pondered on my failing and magical Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplop attracting skills… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Wed 9 Jan 2019:

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Wednesday 9th January 2019

Catalan: Dimecres 9 de Gener de 2019

00:20hrs. I woke with the mind all calm, but nervous. To the fore was my knowing I had to get the Tuesday blog done, and that it would be a momentous task, with all that happened and the photographs I’d taken. Never a truer thought!

3wed05a1I dislodged my torso with it balloon-like fluid-filled legs and mega-bloated stomach from the £300 second-hand recliner, with ease. For the sore toes of yesterday seem to have already partially healed?

Yesterdays front left – Today, behind; which look more fluid-filled… it’s all confusing. I know, it beats me how too! 

Compared to how they looked and felt yesterday evening, it was as if some magic fairy had been at work for me?

I got the SSPWW out of the way and got the Health Checks tackled.

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3wed001The sphygmomanometer worked the first time, and I was happyish with the results. The weight being ever-increasing concerns me a bit, but I will be seeing the Doctor on Tuesday at 07:30hrs, so I can ask her about this then. 

And next week I can inquire of whoever deals with me at the Nephrology department.

The legs seemed to be losing some fluid this morning compared to Tuesday, anyway.

3wed05I checked the Emails next, in case anything had come from the surgery or clinics, but none had. However, I had received one from Bother-in-Law Pete.

I felt a bit proud with him using some of my made-up words (favouritest). Pete likes the Tennessee Honey drink best out of all the bottles and cans I gave them as pressies.

Somehow, I always knew the wine would lose! Hehe!

I took a couple minutes break and made this photo from the unwanted, light and view-blocking new kitchen window.

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I set about the task of getting the updating done. And, it ended up my taking nearly eight hours to get it finished! Mind you, there were plenty of short breaks to make a brew of tea, and many for SSPWWs (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wees)!

3wed01aWD 0.25.0 I went to make another mug of tea. As I did so, I noticed a new marking on the left wrist. The left-hand side of my body seems to be affected more than the right recently. It’s the left foot toes that are affected and was hurting more than the right one. The left foot heel is burning. The left hand is getting the papsules and pains, while the right seems unaffected. The left shoulder is more affected with the Arthur Itis and Rheumatic Raymond. Even the left ear-hole has more solidified wax in it than the right one! Just thought I’d mention it.

Finally, a call to the Porcelain Throne came. No bother, or hassle at all this time. No bleeding from the rear-end either. I can’t say the same for Little Inchies fungal lesion, but little signs of improvement are better than none.

WD 0.25.0 I got the ablutions done, then went down with all the waste at the same time in the hopes that a washing machine will be free for me to use. Yahoo! it was free! I got the washer wiped then started. A chap I’d not seen before was sat in the lobby: “Morning, are you keeping alright?” I asked. I got a “Hergh!” back. He didn’t even turn to look at me! Bless him. But, you never know what problems the man might have, so I ignored the rebuff.

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Went to the recycling class bin and deposited the eight jars and bottles in with the mass of alcoholic empties already in there. Dropped the bag of other recyclables near the caretaker’s door.

Saw Cyndy on her way out, and we had a couple of cheery quick words, she was off to the bus stop, bless her cotton socks.

Back up to the flat and got some rubbish moved into black bags and deposited them down the chute.

Got the slow-cooker going, with lamb seasoning in the water with some minced lamb and a few mini-potatoes.

Time to go down and move the washing into the dryer. With it being possible I might be a while. I chose close and update option offered by the computer. The chap was still there in the lobby, but I got no response to my smile and nod towards him. The clothes seemed very wet after they had been spun in the washer? I moved them to the dryer.

Back up to the apartment and stirred the lamb and added some quartered mini-tomatoes to the mix. Closing the lid as soon as I could. I left it on the low setting. All I need to do later is to add some garden peas and bake some sourdough bread to soak up the hopefully tasty gravy. It smells tempting now!

The toes are not so bad now, so I’ll risk not using the walking stick on my trip down to collect the laundry later.

I added new rotating headers and updated this page.

3wed0610:55hrs: About time to go down, so I did. Hehe! May was in the lobby, but she did not have time for a gossip, as she was going to the bus stop. So we exchanged ‘Take cares’ and gave her some chocolate coins for her bus fare, and off she shot with my best wishes.

Got the togs out and folded, cleaned the filter and packed up my bit of washing.

3wed05a2I nipped outside and took this picture along Chestnut Walk. It was colder out there than it looked to be.

Back up again, and put the clothes away, checked the minced lamb and gave it very quick stirring.

Then, went on the WP reader and comments to catch up.

I added the peas to the minced lamb, potatoes and tomatoes in the crock-pot. Then got the part-baked cobs in the oven. Food!

I did some Facebooking and more WordPress reading. Health Checks were done.

3wed29WD 0.25.0 I made a right mess dishing out the meal! Tsk! I spilt gravy all over the tray and myself, dropped some potatoes from the ladle, and they splattered open as they hit the floor, and burnt my fingers getting the crock-pot bowl out to wash it!

I cleaned up as fast as I could, so as not get the meal too cold. But, it was marvellous. The Morrison Saver minced lamb tasted great! A flavour rating of 9.45/10 for this one. Got the washing up done.

All plans, commitments and good purposes were unintentionally abandoned within minutes of my settling in the recliner. Zzz!

Hours later, I woke in need of the Porcelain Throne, which went okay, only a little bleeding.

As I got back into the £300 second-hand rusty recliner and settled, I was just going to nod-off again, and the landline light lit up. I had to get up to answer it in case it was the Warfarin doses or the clinic was calling. It was an old mate from my security days. I must have sounded disorientated to him, he had called to wish me all the best for the new year, bless him. We spoke for a while. Damned kind of him to call me.

I honestly cannot remember what happened after the phone call. I hope I just got my head down and nodded off, and didn’t go on the nocturnal nibbling session. Hehe!