Inchcock Impetuously – Sat 21st Nov 2020: Worst Day for months. Oy, Oy, Oy!

Henry mountaineering on Janet! ♥ Hahaha!

Saturday 21st November 2020

Finnish: Lauantai 21 Marraskuuta 2020

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Due to ailments, this will have to be a short version of the day ________________________________________________________________________________

23:45hrs: Stirred, Wee-wee. Pains. Mug of Thompsons Punjana. Medications, extra Codeine taken.

Between working on the Friday post, going to the Porcelain Throne, and constantly having to tend to Little Inches fungal lesion bleeds, and hell from BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda); the wee-wees dried up and became rare indeed.

I did the Health Checks were done. All figures not pf much interest to me, I’m afraid. I had so many of the old ailments ganging up on me.

Three hours after starting it, I finished and posted the blog. Facebooked, and went on the WordPress Reader section, and Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters started giving up sending messages to the brain. Making things go so slow and frustrating for me. What next?

BBB, Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra all offered  Nick support in making the day one of the worst for months for me.

I did the BP, the SYS was up for the first time in a few days. Fancy that!

Then the Porcelain Throne was attended. More bleeding, Harold’s Haemorrhoids now, as well as poor Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. But the motion was back to an unwillingness to move concrete-mega-torpedo. No doubt about it, Constipation Konrad had the upper hand over Diarroreah Duncan and Trotsky Terence today. But most likely it’s my own fault, I’m not sure if I took the Dioctyl® poo-softeners or not last night. I took an extra one afterwards.

Well, as I went into the kitchen to make a brew and take a photo of the morning sky now, it was beginning to lighten a little. And Duodenal Donald kicked off. The stabbing pains being as low in the gut as they were, was indicating, judging by past experiences that Donald (or, I) was in for a long haul.

But I was determined to get some Templates made up. I was full of grit, determination, stupidity and agony. Spurgledamnations!

Then a real ailments-causing, marathon (over seven-hours!) session of making up templates. After which I got a very late brekkers of noodles and some biscuits. Pickleglobknobs and Simper! Hahaha! What am I laughing for?

I somehow got them done, and was not up to much then. I got down in the recliner, the headphones on, and listened to some classical music, half-hoping to fall asleep.

But, no! I reckon over the next three hours I must have nodded off at least twenty times, but it was only for a minute or two each time. On the umpteenth waking up, I decided if I didn’t get up now, I’d never get this blog done, I’d not even started it yet, although I’d got the template ready at least. It was well beyond my usual head-down time now, and confusion had joined the ailments.

: I got the kettle on, thought about if eating was a good idea or not. (Duodenal Donald was so vicious!) I added some gravy, Soy sauce and garden peas to the CCC (Chilli-Con-Carni) in the pan, to make my mind up later. Then, the wee-wees started coming suddenly – and kept on and on coming! Grunglebogknickers!

I was semi-proud of myself for tackling this blog so late, and in the condition I was. But I didn’t start it, due to the Porcelain Throne Session demands, mark 2 arriving.

I really didn’t think there was any rush, so made the Glengettie and left it to brew, and meandered staggeringly to the wet-room. Shogglebogights! The damned evacuation started of its own accord before I got myself sat down!

Total embarrassment! Shame! Self-Disgust and Feeling-Sorry-For-Myself modes all at the in unison! This time it was like rock-hard meatballs! A lot more painful, plenty of bleeding, and, of course, followed by the job of cleaning up the body-parts, and wet room floor! Good job I bought the expensive break-the-bank-account Germoloid Ointment! It really is so cooling and effective!

I Cleaned up and back to the kitchen to put the milk in the Glengettie. Oy, Oy, Oy! Nicodemus ensured that I dropped the milk carton – at first, this was a point of pride… I’ll explain further: I’d not taken off the cap of the bottle, and managed, and a bit of juggling with it, to catch it in mid-air so to speak – a smile of self-contentment broke out.

Then I lost my balance, went over to my right, and grabbed the counter to stop my going over, and I proceeded to knock the things off of the draining board.

I was so disappointed with myself, the items are still there now! As I bent to begin retrieving them, BPB gave me such agony, I gave up, wailed silently, simpered, and even threw the now cold tea away!

Yet found the concentration to get this blog finished early. If anything else occurs, I can add it Sundays post.

I got a wash and down in the c1968 recliner, in search of sleep again.

I was still there, pee’d off with having to get up so often to pee, two hours later.

Got the computer on and sent this off to WordPress.

Today was a nothing day. One of the worst for ailments in ages!

Grumbleclonkackers!

Inchcockski – Sat 14 Nov 20: An oppugnant, yet discrepantly confusing day!

TFZers at the Gym – Yee-Haa! ♥

Saturday 14th November 2020

Croatian: Subota 14 Studenog 2020


0025hrs: Boy, did I wake up in a huff? I was grumpy, reluctant to move, to the point of clinomania setting in.

The brain wasn’t very lucid but retained a depressional outlook. And then a rare morning Thought-Storm started! As fast as the next worry, fear or semi-panic came along, I’d forgotten the previous one… Oh, dear!

I must have been dreaming something of a disturbing nature. There are soupçons of memory of the dream, but patchy and made no sense. (Mind you, I should be used to that by now, ‘things making no sense’, especially since the stroke.

Hey-Ho! The need for a wee-wee saved me. That helped concentrate the mind a little. By the time I had struggled out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy, yet tottery, rickety recliner, and caught my balance, the Porcelain Throne was required as well.

As I hobbled to the wet room, the same thing happened as yesterday morning, and a swift, sharp Dizzy Dennis attack, had me grabbing for support as the balance went again. But this time, I stayed on my feet and didn’t hit the wristlet alarm against the door and set it off. Phew!

I got on the Throne, and the releasing of the wee-wee blasted out of the bladders own accord. As it hosed away, the bowels made a tiny movement, and that was that; so I needed to apply some pressure to get it started, it was taking ages to encourage things along, and I had a go at the crossword book while waiting in agony. Once the action began, and it took a while to start, I was astounded at erm; how long things felt, painful all the way through, but such a relief!

I rose to inspect and note the state of the passed item, to record it in the Poo-chart for the clinic. Flipping-Thunderation! It was massive, bloody and a very light brown colour? I was pretty sure that the blood was from poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids, made a note of condition, and set about with the stick, breaking up the gigantic torpedo to allow it a chance of being flushed away!

The first flush cleared it all away, amazing! Anticepticated the rear end, and applied the ‘Care’ haemorrhoid ointment (that stung a bit, Haha!) Well, that stirred the mind and cleared the fogginess a bit!

Of to the kitchenette with the camera, to take a shot of the morning view, and get the Health Checks done and recorded. Then made a brew of Glengettie.

But could I find the camera lens? No! I spent ages searching and ferreting around looking for it. All with no success! For some reason, this got me going with the self-hating pattern. So annoyed at myself!

The blood-pressure SYS, had now gone up to 189?

I assume due to the hassle and upset already suffered this morning, the angst? One of the highest ever readings this was, I think I have had a score of 189 twice before?

The temperature with the Made in China thermometer, was a much betterer level though, at 36.4°c.

I took two of the Dioctyl®, to hopefully soften things in the Porcelain Throne arena. Hahaha!

Then I came across last night’s medications, still, in the lid I use, untaken, not used, missed off… What an Eizel I am!

I kept stopping what I was doing to have more repeated hunts for the missing escaped lens cap. No success, of course!

Then I did a right IDIOT (Inchcock-Daft-Insane-Outlandish-Thing), perhaps something that is unique to those nearing the end of sanity; I got the template (this one) made up, and forgot all about not having finished yesterdays diary yet! And carried on writing. It took me several hours for this to dawn on me! I stopped working on this and went to update the Friday blog. At the same time, I was Feeling an even bigger nincompoop than ever!

To make things worse than ever, as I got the blog opened, I got the dizzies. I was out of sync and hazy for a couple of minutes or so.

I went slowly and carefully onto the balcony for some fresh air and returned feeling physically a lot better (Note, I didn’t mention mentally?) The entire bottom half of the blog I’d done, was completely wiped off? I couldn’t work out what I’d done, or what’d gone wrong!

Frustratingly, I had to do it all again! Are you sure today isn’t the thirteenth? Tsk! While trying to sort out what I’d missed, my inorthography and concentration had gone to pot as well. The worst it has ever been, caused mostly by my memory problems, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, I imagine.

Eventually, I got it finished and posted. Pinterested some snaps. I emailed the link. Did some Commenting on WordPress, then I did the Facebook. As I was planning to go on the WordPress reader;

Peed-off altogether now! So I tended to the ablutions. Hoping the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet will be back on afterwards.

Ablution Session!

  • I got in the wet-room and the Porcelain Throne No.2, was required. Well, almost a delight this time! No crossword puzzling needed, the evacuation ground its way out a little quicker this time – no bleeding at all, but a little messier. It was requiring two refills of the tanks and three flushes to clear things away. Well pleased with this!
  • The teeth-cleaning went well also. No bleeding, and not too painful at all!
  • The shaving was cut-less! Yep! Not a single nick!!! (I can claim no victory in this, I but need to thank SSS and Nicodemus for withholding any attacks whilst the preening took place!
  • The showering was a weak area for good luck (Tsk!) Two Dizzy Dennis visits ended up with two bangs on the right arm, one on the grab bar, and the other on the power box, which caused a little skin scraping.

  • A tiny few second Involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Pete Schuhplattler dance, caused me to clout the right ankle ulcer against the metal chair leg, which enflamed it a smidge, but nae-bother really, it looked worse than it was.
  • The new growth that started to come up on the right ankle a couple of days ago had now disappeared?
  • However, I seem to have another growth coming through now, on top of the right foot, a greeny-grey one? Ah-well!
  • The drying off and medicationalisationing went so well, and with such a lack of pains, I kept wondering if I’d done them or not! Great!

I doubt if I’ll have such a good session again, if at all! A Smug-Mode could not be resisted!

Not that a man such as myself, with my heroic, brave, devil-may-care approach, and good looks, my statuesque, muscular, young body, was bothered, of course. Cough, cough!

I returned to the computer to find the internet working again. I got on with updating this blog also, the rain started to fall again, and it seemed to get so sold suddenly.

It was drizzling again.

I investigated the emails for messages and any notifications about the Coronavirus figure locally. The past few days, they don’t seem to be informing us as much. I opened the ‘YourArea’ email and had a nosey. It took me a lot of searching, but I did find this one for the UK, on the BBC News Site.

Gone even darker now, but the rain is lighter, not that it matters to Prisoner 72, Woodthorpe Criminal Court. Hehehe!

Made a brew and took another Dioctyl® capsule.

I don’t want to go back to the rock-hard torpedos! I found this comparison chart.

Ah, that’s the one I was looking for.  They seem to put a seven-day running total on nowadays. There must be a benefit of this, but I wouldn’t guess at it.

I sorted out some small bags of waste and got them in the box on the trolley, then added the recycling, and glass jars. 

Got them stacked up, and took them to the waste chute, dropped the little bags down, and then caught the lift down to the ground floor, out through the lobby, got the glass in the green bin, recycling bag in the big bin, and returned into Woodthorpe Court through the lobby, into the elevator and back up to the 12th-floor, and into the flatlet. 

And all without seeing a soul to chinwag or talk to! But on the bright side, a rarity indeed – not a single LOB (Loss-off-Balance) or Dizzy Dennis visit going out or coming back! I distinctly recall thinking of this as I struggled into the flat with the 3-wheeled walker guide.

Then had a bout of LOB & DD immediately afterwards! Humph!

Back to graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw, and Dusty Springfield emanated from the doorbells.

It was the J Sainsbury delivery lady with the food order for me. The same girl as last time and I noted she’s come early, not like last week when she was nearly 2-hours late (Not through ant fault of own).

She filled the box and bag with the goods, a lot of stuff today it seemed.

I somehow got the big box through to the kitchen with the bags, then got the stuff stored away.

I got the bacon ready, potato farls in the oven, warmed up some canned peas, cut up a tomato or two, sliced a Jenny-provided pickled egg, I spread some milk roll bread with Lurpak, the meal was getting to look tasty before it was prepared… a.

There was a let-down though, the new electric can-opener would not work!

But I soon got to work gobbling up the meal, and made a decent job of it, too! But the Irish potato farls I’d undercooked a smidge, but still, the meal got a Taste Rating of 7/10. Maybe back to Chilli tomorrow, it depends on what Josie has, mind.

Medications were taken, then I got down in the recliner. TV on… Zzzz!

Inchcockski – Saturday 29th August 2020: I felt anandrious today, and confused with it!

Saturday 29th August 2020

Sethoso: Moqebelo Oa la 29 Phato 2020

03:30hrs: I came to my limited warped senses, with only one aim, that was to get to the Porcelain Throne, pronto! I extracted my wobbly, overly-bellied body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner, caught my balance, grabbed Metal Mickey. Then I proceeded to do a slow-motion imitation of a John Cleese walk, desperate to hold back any anticipated escapages en route to the wet-room! I thought I’d succeeded!

I whipped down the PPs and got settled down sharpishly on the raised seat, There followed one of the most horrendous evacuations I’ve ever had. Sadly! 

The painful motion began of its own accord, the grindingly slow, pleonastic event went on and on… Argh! After what felt like an hour or so, (but was only a few minutes), the final push I had to make to encourage things along, was agony, but necessary. A few seconds to recover, and I stood up gingerly and found that much blood had flowed, in amongst the pebble-like evacuated product. And paradoxically, during the mass evacuation, I took no less than three wee-wees! But worse of all, some of the pebbles were on the floor around where I stood! So all my best efforts to avoid this happening came to nothing!

A good clean up, medicationing, and antisepticalisationing took place. During which, I caught Metal Mickey with my foot, and he came down straight onto my left foot toes!  I was worried about the noise the calamity had made, hope it didn’t bother anyone!

  Of course, I wasn’t bothered at all. I took it nonchalantly and in my stride. Pain means nothing to me, Ahem! However, the embarrassment flowed thickly!

I hobbled to the kitchenette, and needed another wee-wee! I can’t keep mention this,  but it kept on all morning, every wee was of the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painless) type, and, peculiarly, with no pre or after Micturition dribbling. Not a good start to the day, but my EQ insisted things will improve, that’ll do me if he’s right!

I took a snap of the morning view, then got the kettle on the boil, and retrieved the BP sphygmomanometer from the third-down medical drawer.

The Sys is still a bit high, and the pulse rate was up – this is possibly due to the nightmare evacuation farce on the Throne, and all the upset of the proceedings, methinks?

Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and took the medications. Then off to Computer Cameron, and made up a template. Then updated the Friday Inchcock, which, after the horrendous start to the day, went almost smoothly. Oh, Yes! The ailments were all, apart from Toothache Terence and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, being kind to me! A long job, but I completed it in record time. Smug-Mode-Utilised! 

As I got up to go for yet another SSP wee-wee. Coming back, I spotted the card posted Thursday, had dropped between the chairs. I got the long picker-upperer and retrieved, and opened it. It was from Warden Deana, bless her.

I got the blog sent off to WordPress, Pinterested some photos from it, and made a start on this post.

After an hour or two, and many wee-wees, I went to make another brew, Thompsons Punjabi. I got some new potatoes in the crockpot, to marinate, with sea salt, and some fish vinegar for a while, I’ll put the hear on later.

Took the tea, and returned to Computer Cameron, but not for long, Toothache Terence was starting his searing with pain again, so back to the kitchen for an extra Codeine.

I visited Facebook and read and posted some stuff. Then went on the WordPress Reader section. Time’s flown, I’d better get the ablutions done. Back in a bit…

I’m back! Not as easy a session as yesterday, but that was a miraculously damage-fee special one-off session. Back to a closer to the norm performance today. Hehehe!

  ABLUTIONALISATIONING SESSION REPORT 

etc. And then ! Tsk!

  • On arriving in the wet room, the need for another Porcelain Session came. And a painful one it was! But far easier than the first one all the same.
  • Oh, dearie me! The cistern was not coping with removing the waste product! I had the lid off and kept flushing and refilling via a jug from the sink. I poked in the inlet pipe, and found it part-blocked with the toilet block seals? I gave up after that, I’ll have another go later on. Gragnangles! 
  • Too early to use the shower, too noisy. So I cleaned and medicated my lower regions, but gave up trying to stop Harold’s Haemorrhoids from bleeding, I’ll try after having the stand-up wash. When I can concentrate easier. Flagtoggles!
  • Pickleglobknobs! The teeth cleaning was a nightmare, well, morningmare, bleeding gums, agony from the toothache, and four dropsies of the paste and brush!
  • The one job, shaving, did frit me a tad. Yet it went so well, only twp dropsies of the razors, and one of the foam spray. And, only one tiny cut above ear-hole. It always amazes me, why does my hair grow around and in the earholes, but nowhere else? Just a thought. Confusionableitis!
  • Cleaning around the rear end caused a few stings from the furuncles and piles. Ohh-oh-ho!
  • The dreaded medicationalising, was as to be expected, hurtful! Hahaha!
  • When it came to putting on the fresh PP’s, I lost my balance a smidge, I didn’t go over though. Instead, I put my hand out on the floor cabinet to stop myself toppling. Thus clearing just about everything you can see in this photograph! Grobbleknangles!
  • Note the screws up Haemorrhoidcream tub? When picking things up, I dropped that one three times! On the third effort, it bounced off of the raised seat, on to the wall, and rebounded landing behind the pipework! Grigglebogsblowit! Took me a lot of effort to reach it with the short picker-upperer (Donated to me by Jenny, Bless her ♥), and I had to knock the cartilage damaged finger getting it!
  • Then I had a bash at freeing the waste product. More flushes, and prodding in the hole. It’s still not all gone, but I’d had lost heart and felt atrabilious. I left it, to try yet again later on.

The feet and legs, as with the rest of the body, was really anæmic looking. Ghostly, infirm, peaky! A few new blotches. Silver-Lining-Search-Result: However, the ankle ulcer continues to slowly fade away.

I got some trousers and my slippers on, and off to the kitchen. The morning was breaking, at last.

I got the kettle on for a mug of Thompsons Punjana.

Set the heat on the crockpot, and put some mushrooms in the saucepan, with some sea salt and balsamic vinegar.

Ah, Herbert’s at his model making again, I reckon. No drilling and hammering this time, just the odd tap-knock and clunk. No problem at the moment.

I had a look at the many emails awaiting my attention. Busy looking time coming up for next week.

The wee-weeing is still coming at a steady rate of knots, about eleven or more so far, I reckon.

I had a perusal of the Nottingham Local E-magazine. To find some of the latest Coronavirus figures available. It took a while, but I managed to get these articles found, that does not look too good.

The cunning way in which they have changed the central figure from total to just new cases make it look far less to worry about.

Yesterday’s figure: Four new infections were recorded in Nottingham – bringing its total up to 1,337. Across the wider county, there have now been 3,366 positive tests confirmed since the start of the pandemic. This is an increase of 10 since yesterday, with Broxtowe recording the highest number of new cases (three) in the last 24 hours. However, there were no new cases reported in either Mansfield or Ashfield, while Bassetlaw, Gedling, and Rushcliffe all recorded two new cases.

I had a look at the leeks, mushrooms, and new potatoes cooking progress. Coming along nicely. Then I went on to create a funny ode on WordPress. Well, that was the plan… but the Prescriptions arrived, Deepak himself delivered them, bless his cotton socks. I thanked him and gave him a bag of goodies for the staff.

I turned off the computer and placed the medicinal items in the kitchen, and got on with making the meal. Another goodish effort and I gave it 7/10 for a Flavour-Rating.

Consumed it with relish, and got the pots washed. The fatigue and weariness dawned on me as I sat down, but would Sweet Morpheus arrive? No!

Put the TV on, in the hopes, this might help. But, no! The danged Thought-Storms began! Confusion, aporias, and incongruities flourished! They produced a sort of habrobaniacal state of mind! Claptickleisations!

Inchy – Thurs 30th July 2020: Horrendous, gruesome, busy, insufferable, and at times, hellacious day!

TFZer, Model Lona

Thursday 30th July 2020

Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 30 Luchar 2020

03:40hrs: I almost fluttered into life this morning, mainly due to Saccades Sandra taking a while to let me focus visually, enough to risk getting up to move about. My attempts at getting some seeable vision by blinking and stretching the eyes with the forehead reminded me of butterflies and old black & white films. Eventually, things settled a lot, and I began to hunch my overly-weighted, bouncing-bellied body from the c1968, none-working, rickety, rusty, recliner.

As I had just got up on the pins and caught my balance, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. The innards enforced the urgency of the situation, by adding to its typical signs of stabbing pains, a gurgling sound, and mini-escapages of wind, that left a putridness, that seemed to follow me around for ages! Stick in hand, and being wary of the creases in the ever-moving carpeting, I moved as quickly as I could, to the wet room!

I just made it in time! The motion began entirely of its own accord. It was once again of the Diarhorrea Duncan mode, like yesterday, the only difference was it seemed to stop short, and I had to painfully force the last bits out. Argh!

I was foolishly, somewhat over-rigorously antisepticising a certain area, and Little Inchies fungal lesion started bleeding. I cleaned things up and applied the Corticosteroid cream generously, in hopes of stemming the flow of Warfarin and Morphine contaminated Haemoglobin. To my satisfaction, it did the job!

Manly, I merely winced, then threw back my head, and mockingly laughed at the pain! Eurgh-Ouch!

Thus,  Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled profusely, and much cleaning-up and medicationalisationing were needed. Oh, by the way, I’d like to sing the praises of Andrex Toilet Tissue here. So much less painful, and it allowed the first flush to remove everything! Shame, I’ve only got the one roll left, Tsk! I’ve got plenty more rolls though, that I’ve Christened ‘Ten-Flushes-Rolls’, left. Hehehe!

After cleaning and creaming certain areas in need, I departed off to the Kitchenette. Noticing how flipping cold it was this morning, in the flat anyway. The first thing I checked was if I had left a window open, but no.

Got the kettle on, and the Health Checks things out ready, and risked opening the thick-framed, light & view-blocking new windows, and attempted to take a shot of the morning view. As you can see on the right here, it didn’t come out very well, crap actually! Humph! It’s that bad, the Tate Gallery might be interested in showing it, perhaps?

Did the Health Checks, and was pleased with the results, the temperature showed as just ‘Low’, it might be stuck on this and not working? Tsk!

Made the brew of Assam Extra-Strong tea, went to the computer and got her going, and had to return to the wet room for a wee-wee. I’ve not had a leak like this for ages, of the VSWAOTP (Viciously-Spraying-Wildy-All-Over-The-Place) fashion. So, more cleaning and disinfecting had to be done. It’s a good job that I don’t have any friends to visit. I’d be cleaning their toilets, the wall, floor, and porcelain out of habit! Hahaha!

I found two photos from last night, one of the meats prepared for cooking, and then what turned out to be delicious Chinese belly pork nosh!

Crock-pot cooked potatoes, with just sea salt added. The fresh pod peas, boiled with a bit of castor sugar, Piccolo tomatoes, a disc of Marmite Cheese, and the Chinese Hoisin seasoned belly pork. I recall enjoying this one very much. A flavour rating of 8/10!

I pressed on and got a template made for tomorrow, then started this blog going. After about an hour or so, of relatively ailment-free botherations, I went to make another mug of tea, Glengettie this time. 

After another fireman’s hosepipe-like wee-weeing, and cleaning up session, I went to get the vegetables prepped and in the crock-pot. I used the large one today, for the first time in ages.

Shelled the peas and cut the leeks. Then sliced some red onions, and added them all to the potatoes in the large crock-pot. Added some sea salt and Oxo vegetable stock. Put it on the low-setting, then got the things washed up I’d dirtied prepping the vegetables.

Only a few peas were dropped and lost. Not cuts with the knife! No burnt fingers either! Mind you, I did hit my head bending down to retrieve a lost pea. Hahaha!

Back to Computer Cameron, and did a search for any local Corona Virus updates.

Then got things ready to get the ablutions done. And off to the wet room, and looking forward to getting a shower, and talking to the Sock-Glide, in a sneering manner, as it sits there, sulking contemptuously, almost scathingly. Desperate to get back to cutting me, bruising me, tripping me over, stubbing my toes, and mostly donating blood blisters, and welts on my fingers! (Sorry, I’m losing it here!)

After checking that the Amazon delivery tracker, I(They have not reached the delivery base yet!) to make sure the slippers would not arrive early, I trundled off to the wet room.

Well, a surprisingly few Whoopsies suffered (Some, of course!) session!

The teeth cleaning went well, the shaving had only two dropsies (both razors). The showering, well. a few here, the showerhead dropped (2), and the shower gel bottle.

Drying off, the sock glide sat there, staring at me all the time. I’m, not sure it didn’t even scoff at me at one time! Hahaha!

Bit of a set-back on the medicalisationing tasks, though. Little Inchies fungal lesion started to bleed again, but only a bit. I double-winced as I applied the cream. I clouted my right elbow against the sink, then.

Probably the most entertaining new, a first-time-ever Accifauxpas! As I was holding the towel in each hand, going to and fro drying my back, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed me! My right hand shot off, and I gave myself a hell of a thump, right on my nose! Cribblebogangonies!

A drop of blood flowed, I went dizzy, Saccades Sandra kicked off, the nose went red, and I felt a right fool! After cleaning up the tiny spots of blood, I just had to take a selfie of the red nose. But, by the time I’d got around to taking the photo, it had all but gone. Hehehe!

Well, Tate Gallery, are you interested? Or am I to think of something along the lines of the American minimalist sculptor, Carl Andre, and do something like his brick display? I can think of a few words to describe what I thought, and still do, think of it.

Pitiable, pathetic, lamentable, dismal, ludicrous, feeble, phoney, laughable, hair-brained, asinine, and glaikit, come immediately to mind.

Carl Andre, an artist? Pull the other one! Humph and Fiddlesticks! Art, my Arse!

I came out from the wet room, feeling in a half-decent mood. And decided to get the blue Mayanmar (Formerly Burma) made, Primark zip-up 100% Polyester, £9.99, top washed.

You can see how well I live can’t you, pure class!

I really didn’t think it would be quiet as dirty as it was! Cor Blimus, I rinsed it that often until the water came clear, it must have taken me an hour before I got it done, wrung and hung above the sink to drip-dry! Dirty Inchcock! It should be dry by about September.

I make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. And took a shot of the City Hospital. Where my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred Brother-in-law Pete, pools winner and three-time Lottery winner (Not counting his up-to-now 278 scratch-card wins – counts them every week you know!), went in for his Big C treatment, and I got good vibes back while I was taking it. Fingers crossed, for the lucky, handsome, hair on head, clever-with-his-hands, electrical genius! 

I rang out the hanging shirt come jacket, as I have been doing regularly since having washed it. Then returned to the updating on this blog, I’m getting a little weary now, and reckon the Amazon slippers will arrive late today. And still haven’t caught up on the WordPress Reader and Facebook yet!

An hour or so later, I went for a mug of Glengettie tea. Amnd noticed I’m not-half doing some sneezing?

I returned and took this photo on the right, from the computer chair, of the view out of the balcony, on my left.

I then went on the WordPress Reader section. Then onto Facebooking, to try and catch-up. A bit slow going on the computer again. Humph!

I thought as you do, I’ll enlist with Sainsbury’s, and make an order. What could go wrong? Hah!

The hands were bad, Nicodemus again. But I signed on with them and started doing an order. When it came to the checkout, well, what performance. All the numbers and details they wanted, and I must have made so many mistakes, cause I to repeat things sop often, I ren out of time and I got blocked by them!

Then I found I was supposed to have signed up with Nectar, that was of great confusion for me, the numbers and passwords was a nightmare, after filling in the pages, it kept coming back that the details were wrong! I had to repeatedly reset at least four passwords and I got myself into a bad panic (My numbers phobia again), in a right muddle.

Then I got blocked for a second time for not completing in the given 30/40-minute (Security) window!

Then Nectar sent me another password reset, and I just didn’t know what I was doing! The only time I wished I lived with someone for years, no help, no time to get any. everything was being tightly timed, and Shuddering-
Shoulder-Shirley kicked-off, Oh dear! 

Eventually, Gawd knows how, but I got back on the Sainsbury page, and they had kept the order I was doing on the page. Then I had to put in all the bank details again. More passwords needed! Then I had reset one a second time!

The scribble on my notepad was barely readable! But, I found a doggedness, and eventually, signed in again with Sainsbury’s (3rd time), and had yet again, to put in the card details, with time running out for the third time!

I got the order sent off eventually, but I had to confirm various details again first, and I kept getting emails… Crap!

Then, when they accepted payment, sent me details, I found they had charged me £7 for delivery!

Believe it or not, I’m feeling proper poorly now. I can’t cope on my own anymore.

I’ll just have to take that offer up to marry me from Michelle Pfeiffer, then.

And the slippers have yet to come, the vegetables for the stew have been overcooked methinks! 

Then the INR test result record was delivered. From Monday’s blood giving. Took them a while this week, and I realised that no one from the surgery or Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic, had called with me new dosages.

Pathetically, I felt a little sorry for myself, after such a reasonable day as well. Then realised I’d been up for fourteen hours, Nicodemus and Shirley were both pestering me, what a state to get into.

Then I realised, in getting signed on with Sainsbury’s and Nectar, had cost me three hours of my life! And left me drained, and wee’d off. I’m guessing the numbers and figures going all wrong, has started this depression off, but I’m only guessing. 

No one to talk to, fall out with, and even Herbert is not knocking and banging about today! Ah, well, Que sera, sera!

I’m not even feeling hungry yet, what’s going on? Hahaha! Knick-knockers!

I’ll see if the slippers are anywhere near, on the Amazon tracker.

My stupidity continues! It knows no bounds! The Universe is its Oyster! I looked at the tracker and it was showing the map. I saw the red circle, and assumed the van was outside the flats! So, I went and stood near the intercom waiting for it to go off. I stood there for ages, too scared to move in case I didn’t hear the pathetic, weak tone of the intercom box when it went off. It can’t be much longer I said to myself. But it was!

Forty minutes later, I nipped back quickly to check on the tracker again, below on the original tracker when I looked, I widened the picture and realised the red circle was the flats, a green one was the lorry, that didn’t show up on the first screen, thus, this old fart was confused! What a pillock!

I was just glad when the driver did eventually get up to the flat, it was about an hour later. He was in a terrible rush, dropped the bag on the floor and shot off! I don’t think he heard my thank you, especially as it was being interfered with by Stuttering Stephanie!

I put the well-squashed bag down, dropping the four-pronged metal stick as I did so, and of course, naturally, as is to be expected, it goes without saying, came down and hit my toes! Grubblesoddit!

I tore open the bag, to reveal the semi-flattened brown slippers, with outside-soles! Tsk!

I tried to reshape them, had a modicum of success too.

I got the vegetables out of the slow-cooker and into the pan of canned stewed steak, seasoned with some gravy salts. Came back to this computer, and within minutes I could smell burning! I limped ASAP into the kitchen, to find the pan of stew bubbling merrily away! I’d turned the heat up, instead of off!

Is there any hope or future for me? Grobbleknangles! I wonder if there’s a Senior Citizens adoption society or Grandpappy Replacement Union? No, that wouldn’t be fair on anyone.

Shattered as I felt, I had to make up a template for tomorrow. So through closing eyes, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and the Stinging Harold Haemorrhoids, I did just that. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

Went on the comments to catch up, I’ve had a wickedly busy day again.

I grafted away at this blog until fatigue defeated me! Managed to make a template for tomorrow, then I went on email to sort out all the harassing from Sainsbury’s and Nectar, but mainly, cause I’m feeling guilty for not answering Lisa until so late, so I’ll do that first.

I may be back… Hahaha!

I’ve replied to Lisa, at last, and had a bash on the WordPress reader.

Went to make a brew of Glengettie tea, and despite it being so late, the Sun was high and blasting.

A lovely evening, weatherwise!

Shattered, I am! I’m going to post this off now, then get summat to eat, the stew, if it tastes alright overcooked.

TTFNski, each!.

 

Inchcocksi – Tuesday 14th July 2020: Dilly-dallying, ditherings, delays, dawdlings, and discontinuity, dominated!

Inchies nephelococcygia face is revealed at the bottom of this page

Tuesday 14th July 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 14eg Gorffennaf 2020

04:00hrs: I stirred into imitation life, and soon the need of a wee-wee, quickly followed by indications of the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Thus, a fumbling few moments later, I was up on my painful feet, had caught my balance, got the four-pronged walking stick and was on my way hobblingly, yet cautiously to the wet-room. In anticipation and hopes that the extra Macrogol taken yesterday, had worked and things might evacuate a tad more smoothly.

Well, I got my wish, Porcelain Throne wise! The evacuation was much longer than yesterday, and the feculence about the same mass, but far less of a painful experience.

Although the mass was achromatic, almost colourless? What’s going on? Whatever have I been prescited for? Que sera sera!

I see I’ve cut off the overgrown painful large toenail in the picture I took, just wishful thinking? Grumblecronkanckers!

The most exciting thing about the legs was the difference in size. Both seem to have lost weight since last morning? I had a new stinging pain in the left leg beneath the shin, that demanded to be continuously scratched? A puzzle that! And the paleness was the same sickly white.

After washing and antisepticising, I took a close-up look at and photographed the left limb. Maybe it’s another ankle ulcer trying to develop? No, it’s too high for that. Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Mephistopheles, ‘Let’s annoy Inchcock’ missions?

I rubbed a dollop of Germolene cream in the whatever-it-is, on the leg, and it has now lost its itchiness altogether. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) I ought to have been a doctor, you know. I’ve had so many ailments, diseases, operations, and accidents, it would have given me an advantage in treating others. Or, maybe not! Har-har!

There not being any need for injecting the enoxaparin now, I actually missed doing it! (A touch of masochistic, algolagnia, or sadisiticalisational tendencies showing up, there perhaps) Haha! Seriously, I don’t miss the injecting twice a day one bit!

I got sorting out the good from the bag of Iceland Jersey potatoes and saved enough to put in the crock-pot and seasoned them with vinegar, to cut down on the intake of salt. Oh, I can be so good sometimes!

I started of the Health Checks with the sphygmomanometerisationing. The SYS was down a bit, I think it will get lower as the Enoxaparin leaves my system. The lady who rang I forgot to mention in yesterdays blog, said the INR level was up to 2.3 now. So no need for any injections, but I was to keep the filled hypodermics in a cool place, not in a fridge, ready for if needed again. The dosage increases would be 2½ Warfarin a day straight through until next Monday when the next blood test is due. I thanked her and wished her well. It was Julie from the Anti-Coagulation, Haemostasis, & Deep Vein Thrombosis Hospital Clinic. (I love that title for a department!) They have cut it down now to just, Anticoagulant Clinic (Haemostasis and Thrombosis Unit). It’s lost its class now! I shall continue to use the old name for them. Humph! Hehehe!

The sun started coming out from behind the block of flats. The scene was so beautiful, I had to take a shot of it. The sun, the semi-darkness and the moody clouds made for a photograph with a difference. Well, I thought it did.

I cleaned up and made a mug of Glengettie Gold tea. Took the tablets, and made my way to Computer Cameron.

Determined to get on with uploading photographs for resizing, and off went Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley on one of her more aggressive bouts. I was getting all het-up over this. But, as it happened, some good and bad luck negated the situation.

Good luck in as much as I knocked over (Thanks to Shirley!) a pile of paperwork off of the printer! Made a right mess!

At the same time, more or less, guess what?

So, I sorted the paperwork out (Well, threw it in the bin!) Grobblegnangles!

Went to the kitchenette, and made another brew of Extra-Strong Assam tea this time, and cleaned the top of the stove. Hoping that the internet would be retrievable or back on-line when I’d done it.

When I returned to the computer, it still showed as failing to save, and I realise this is how I’d left it. So I tried again, and things had come back on there own for me. Phew!

A quick check made, on the latest local Coronavirus situation.

I pressed on with the updating of the blog. Much hampered and hampered by Shuddering -Shoulder-Shirley. Oddly, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were not giving me much bother at all? After many hours, I was feeling drained, and the time had flown to gone nine o’clock! But I’d finally got the much-corrected blog finished and posted. I needed another brew now.

I got to the kitchen, and I might add, was hobbling well. Oh, dearie me! The crock-pot had overflowed, onto the area that I’d cleaned up earlier! Mostest annoyed with me. I should have smelt it really, the whiff of vinegar was rather strong enough to have wafted through the flat. Hahaha!

Got it cleaned up (Again!), made a brew of Glengettie, and got started on today’s post.

Then went on Facebooking. Then made up a template for tomorrows post.

Getting late now, beyond my usual head-down time. Grumph!

Went to make a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea. And, unfortunately for me, I spotted how bad one of the rinks was on the cooker was looking. I knew that something terrible was going to happen, my EQ told me!

Now, feeling out of it mentally, so annoyed with myself, and the eyelids drooping, I saved the work done and turned everything off computer-wise. And went to get the meal sorted out. What a life. Grindingagonydamit! 

The worrying memory, is that I knew my mind was all wandering and adrift, but I just carried on, all the same? Sad innit!

I think it was the state of the hobs on the cooker that got me going first. Knowing I could not possibly clean them all tonight.

I opted to do one, the worst of them, straight away. It took me over an hour, using the new (when I bought it, many months ago!), Astonish Hob Cleaner. The only things I found astonishing was the time it took and the mess I made getting it cleaned. The fact that it didn’t look much cleaner after my farcical floundering about, really did wrangle me!

I grafted away in pain with shakes from Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and then Nicodemus’s nerve ends dying, making my good hand keep slipping off of the scourer onto the hot plate! Which even more sillily, I had tested with the right Peripheral Neuropathy affected hand! And it was still too hot, but the nerve ends did not get the message to the brain! So, when I used the left limb to wipe… Boing!

When I burnt two fingers, on the left hand, I was flabbergasted when I felt hardly any pain at all. I think more than the hob, it was the gel-fluid that got on the digits. Then when I applied some Germolene, within minutes, I had to concentrate on seeing any marks at all! Baffling? How stupid can one man be! No need to answer that, folks!

After serving up the feast in the dish, the doorbells chimed out! I opened the door, to find that kind Jenny had left a carrier there for me, with lemon bleach and pack of four lemon mousses. Bless her!

I added a pot of mousse to the nosh tray and needed to phone Jenny and thank her for her kindness and find out if she needed anything adding to my Morrison order. I appreciated the lady for helping. Made a note of flour is required. Other things were spoken of, but they are not accessible in my brain at this time of writing, just too tired. I’ll have to ring her back tomorrow to see if I’ve missed something important. Ah, Nora was with Jenny and Frank when I rang. Lovely lady!

I got the computer on and went to see if Morrisons had any of the flour available. They only had the plain, no self-raising. I added a couple to my order, they would not allow me any more. I’ll try again later, to see if the self-raising has become available.

By the time I got around to eating the meal, it was, to say the least, not very hot. Hehehe! But that didn’t stop me eating it all, every drop of it! I still gave it a 7/10 for flavour!

I was fighting to stay awake now. Got the pots washed, and got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, uncomfortable, cringingly-beige-coloured, rickety recliner. With a confident, positive expectation of being in the land of Nod within minutes! 

But, Oh, no! Colin Cramps set in, and he stayed for hours! Moving twixt the feet and toes, and the left hand regularly, but for some unknown reason, never the two together at the same time. (I’m not complaining at all, mind, both would have been hardly bearable)

Colin Cramp’s attentions went on for at least a couple of hours, and I started to get irritated and annoyed with them. I’m sure I nearly nodded off a few times during the odd break from pain, but every time he would be back within a minute or so, enjoying himself at my expense. Grindingagonydamit!  

But Colin Cramps was not finished with me yet. I woke up in pain so many times, I can’t recall how often.

I suppose it’s being such a jolly, preternaturally lucky a person like wot I am, is wot keeps me going. Hahaha!


Here’s where Inchy saw the face in the smoke.

Hello, I can’t see it myself now! Clapperchopboggins!

 

Inchcockski – Monday 22nd June 2020: A beautiful sky – I nearly wore the camera out. Haha!

TFZer LILLIE ♥

Monday 22nd June 2020

Hmong: Hnub Monday 22nd Lub Rau Hli 2020

04:30hrs: I came back to semi-reality, with Toothache Thomas giving my bother, and in need of a wee-wee. I’d taken about four wee-wees overnight, and can’t figure out why I didn’t make use of the bucket, and instead, I struggled to the wet room each time?

As I fought my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, none-working, rickety recliner, I hoped that the Dentist, Podiatrist, Opticians and Audio Clinic would be open again soon. I’m going to be busy when they do! Frangleklops!

I got uprightish, the stick and off to the wet room. The plates and pins didn’t look too bad at all, but the toes and heels were so painful with each step I took! Argh!

Arthur Itis’s knees were again not to hurting at all, but the joints were so stiff. (The toes and feet were enough to be going on with, anyway) The absence of bother from Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Saccades Sandra, Dizzy Dennis and Back Pain Brenda, were all noted, and appreciated! Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley was twitching as if getting ready to launch an attack Humph! And Shaking Shaun could be felt causing a few minor juddering moves on the legs. Overall though, things could have been a lot worse.

Had the SPUTE (Sharp-Persistent-Unwilling-To-End) wee-wee. The same style as most of yesterdays leaks. Washed my hands, and wiped the contact points, off to the kitchen. The morning was light I thought at first, then it dawned on me that I’d got up a lot later than I usually do, this morning. I still got about five hours kip in, nodding off so late as I did.

After taking a picture of the morning view, I got the kettle on and did the Health Checks. Compared to last Monday, the hemadynamometer readings were not exactly heterodox. Were going in the wrong direction. Sys, Dia and Pulse were all up. Mmm?

The thermometer reading was again, just showing ‘Low’. Me not being quick enough to the stick out of my earhole in time to read it. The figure only shows up for a couple of seconds, then changes to High or Low. What it shows when things are spot-on or acceptable, I don’t know, it’s never been right. Haha!

Took the medications, no injections until Thursday. No Saccades-Sandra spray left to use, olive oiled the earholes, and nasal sprayed. No Fenbid or Phorpain gelling until the ablutions are done.

Then went on Computer Cameron, and dedicatedly pressed on with the updating of the Sunday blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters died a few times, causing me to lose a lot of time. But I didn’t get all uptight about it, just persevered with the task in hand! Smug-Mode-Engaged! Oh, and I needed three of now seemingly regular wee-wees (SPUTE: Sharp-Persistent-Unwilling-To-End) taken during the updating.

Getting it finished and posted off to WordPress. Emailed the links. Then went to make a brew of Assam tea, and considered having some caramelised biscuits, but thought better of it, I didn’t want to test Toothache Thomas.

Making the brew, and the sun came up from behind the apartments, and I just had to try and take some shots of the view. So, I did!

Looking at these after I’d got them on the blog, made me think that, if I didn’t already live here, seeing these would have made me want to! There’s something that Nottingham City Homes could use to encourage folks to join us! Hehehe!

I made another brew for the one that went cold while I spent so long taking the pictures. Then back to the computer and started off this blog up to here. Then made a template for tomorrows post.

Well, I managed to get the template done. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley has eased off nicely… but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters are dying in me now and then. No long periods, just the scattered ‘catch-you-out’ when your not ready flutters!  Groggleknockers!

Went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking next.

Made an Iceland food order. Hopefully, the driver will bring it up to the flat. Oh, dear. I don’t want to bother Frank and Jenny if I can help it. It should be coming Wednesday next, 24th June, twixt 8 >10:00hrs.

The clouds seemed to be attracting my attention today? They were so artistically presented, I just can’t help but photograph them. Bootiful, they were!

I had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures and the news. The Prime Minister, it said on the BBC site: Extremely vulnerable people who are most at risk from becoming ill from coronavirus will no longer need to shield in England, from 1st August. Aha! Freedom Approacheseth!

Food required now. My phagomania had to be satiated.

I got a meal prepared and soon gobbled it all up. Oh, yes, tasty! Fish fillets in a crispy coating, some canned, new potatoes, Piccolo tomatoes, potato salad, and beetroot. Followed with a small apple, and a pot of Jenny-supplied lemon mousse!

Flavour Rated at 8.5/10. The best nosh for a good few days!

Feeling a tad easier now, I’ve filled the stomach. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was still giving it to me, she’s been a right pest today. So extra care (Not that you can do anything about it) was taken when I went to do the washing up.

The sun came through again, and I took a shot, and then a close up one of the broken clouds in the first picture.

They made me think of the universe and all sorts of extra-terrestrial and alien possibilities.

Got down in search of Sweet Morpheous, who was very reluctant. A load of rubbish on the TV, so no nodding off was possible for hours. Eventually sleep cameth.

At least the wee-wee demands stopped, until when I woke up.

Take care, folks.

Inchcock (In brief): Wednesday 5th February 2020: Gruelling-Grombling-Garblisations!

2020 Feb 05

2020 tttFeb06

Wednesday 5th February 2020

Swedish: Onsdagen 5 Februari 2020

00 Feb 06

WD 150.0.100 01:15hrs: I woke with the mind doing ut own thing again, and I genuinely feared the worst. Yet, within a few minutes, I was battling out of the £300 second-hand recliner, had urged and forced my misshaped, wobbly mass of a body onto its feet, and did few moves, bends and wriggles to test out the ailments, and was in recent form, I thought, anyway.

Arthur Itis and Saccades-Sandra apart. All the other indispositions, discombobulations ailments and infirmities, were friendly and calm with me. Naturally, this did not last for too long. AS I moved towards the kitchen, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. (Back to normal, which is not a bad thing). So, I diverted, and within about ten paces, I was in the wet room. Bearing in mind yesterdays farcical Whoopsiedangleplop, I made sure that the stick was not left anywhere I trip over it, this time.

3Wed05The evacuation almost had me cheering! It was that good! Not too big, not painful at all! And hardly any effort needed. No getting half-way and needing painful encouragement. And not messy! As I stood to do the necessary ‘paperwork’, I found there was no bleeding from the rear either!

WD 150.0.100 Then I saw the drips of blood on the floor. I knew straight away, it had to be from Little Inchies fungal lesion, and it was. Heck of a state to medicate and clean.

To the kitchen and took some Moon photos.

3Wed01

3Wed03

3Wed04

3Wed07I made some tea and took the medications. Then got the updating of the blog done. The saving was failing a few times, but this time, I thought it might be a WordPress problem? The updating took ages, mostly through having to keep stopping for Saccases-Sandra to clear. Many hours after starting, I got it finished. Phew!

08:00hrs, I went on the WordPress Reader. Then on the TFZer Facebooking. Time is my most significant bother nowadays. It takes so long to get anything done, my lack of mobility, the Neurotransmitters dying, the brain struggles to hold information, and physical activity takes so much time and is painful sometimes. The mind and body are reaching my capability and copeability level methinks.

After which, I spent many more hours on graphicationalising. Everything was taking so long to get done, with Sandra playing up, but at least the Fungal lesion didn’t open up again.

Eventually, I got started on this post. The time flew by. I went to see Josie, to check with her that she would like the Tuna with Coronation mayonnaise. But she was not in. I did some more graphicalisationing.

I ought to get the ablutions done, it’ so late now, head-down time is due.

I’d been doing the bit of cooking needed in-between computer work while Sandra was in a bad mood with me. The day has magically almost gone?

3Wed06I turned everything off and got the ablutions tended to. I called on Josie again first, while I’d got clothes on. No answer again.

The legs looked a bit different again, but not bad at all. I decided to stop and get the handwashing done first, then I can Josie again before getting the ablutions done. The washing completed, and off to the wet room. Called on Josie, no luck.

3Wed08The ablutions produced many dropsies. No proper Whoopsies, though. Another call on Josie, no luck. I checked on the Special tomatoes. I shan’t be eating them today.

Then got another silly idea, I could order some saucepans from Amazon. So I did. Coming tomorrow. So, another day indoors.

Got the nosh prepared and served up. I got settled in the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, got the TV on.

As I was taking the first fork of food, the phone flashed into life. Unbelievable, the times this happens!
It was the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital. A very kind lady, asking about my problems, questioning me on various things, in an effort to understand why Warfarin levels were so unsteady. It was lovely to have someone to talk to about medical issues. Especially being as pleasant and patient with me as this lady was. The conversation kept getting broken up by my having to ask her to repeat things I didn’t pick-up, again she was alright and unbothered by this. Bless Her! She will send me an Email with her address on, so I have it and can message her with the results of the Doctors meeting and any changes of importance. I felt honoured and well cared for.

3Wed10aBack to the stone-cold meal, not that there was much to harm. Only the mushrooms, garden peas and potatoes were heated anyway.

Although cold, I still enjoyed it. Smashing! A taste rating of 8/10. Perhaps the joy of speaking to someone who understood and sympathised had put me on a high? But sleep was again late in coming, although the Thought-Storms kept off.

Inchcockski – Monday 20th January 2020: Norra bad day! This worries me! Hehe!

2020 Jan 19

2020 ttJan 20

Monday 20th January 2020

Zulu: UMsombuluko 20 Januwari 2020

XJan16

21:55hrs: Woke with only getting up and the urgent need for a wee-wee in mind. It was nothing short of a miracle that I there on time! I struggled free from the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, hobbled to the wet room.

WD 0.0.255 I fumbled to find Little Inchy (it was cold this morning, so much so, I put the wall heater on in the wet room!), and spent a few minutes painfully releasing the long, drawn-out trickle! At last, it decided to stop! What’s going on here then? The entire wee-wee would have only filled a teacup if that! Yet, the sensation felt was one that things were going to burst forth like fireman’s hose. Ah, well!

Off to the kitchen, I limped, feeling out the ailments various moods as I hobbled along. Saccades-Sandra was not too bad at all. Arthur Itis, okay. Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry and Shaking Shaun all on holiday, I think. Haha! Peripheral Neuropathy Pete was a little threatening, with the odd twinge and signs of wanting a Neuropathic Dance now and then… I had to stop my diagsasticalisationing here. Caused by a tiny involuntary escapage of wind from the rear-end, followed by an urgent need for the Porcelain Throne!

WDP 003bWD 0.0.255 I scurried back to the wet-room! Not a smooth evacuation at all. Painfull, elongated and bloody! Willing enough, but resistant to stopping! Cor blimey, I get the feeling that it’s going to be a bit of a non-compos-mentis-like, confusing sort of Monday for me! I could be wrong, the EQ was not communicating with me yet. He could be on holiday with Arthur, Henry Roger and Shaun?

1Mon02I got everything cleaned and medicated, checked out the legs. They had undoubtedly lost a lot of colour and were getting back to their usual ‘Am-I-alive’ thought-prompting paleness. One leg, the left, seemed even whiter than the right one? The lumps, blotches, blood papules etc. had dissipated somewhat? Still, it makes for a bit of interest, doesn’t it?

WD 0.0.255 I made for the kitchen again. Arghh! I left the hot water tap running! The ‘Feel-a-right-pratt’ mode was instantaneously adopted! Yes, this could be one-of-those days! I took the medications, made a brew, and made for the computer to begin updating the Sunday post. A decent few photographicalisations to sort out and get on the diary, caused me to get it finished a lot later than average.

WhoopsieI made up a photo, to show how I must have looked after I somehow or other, got the wet dressing gown to fall on me off of the coat-hangar it was drying on! I used it in the Sunday blog, but I show it again. During which, the damned annoying ‘Hum’ grew louder, and various odd creaks, taps and clicks were heard, where from, Gawd knows? These things delayed me even further in finishing the blog.

I did get done finally. Posted some pictures to Pinterest and made a start on this post. I got up to here, and then went on the WordPress reader. Then onto the TFZer Facebook page.

1Mon04Had to have a nibble and brew. I’ll have a hunt around, see worra can find…

A smoked haddock and cheese risotto thingy, some of the leaves and mini tomatoes and one-and-a-half buttered wholemeal cobs, how I came to find one-and-a-half cobs, well?

WD 0.0.255 Off to do the ablutionisationing. A stand-up job, too early to use the shower, and I want to be ready, in case the maintenance plumber arrives. The dropsies count was opposite of yesterday’s, where Sunday had the least ever, today might have been the most ever! As far as I can recall, the flannel, shower-head and Sock-Glide were just about the only things that didn’t slip, jump or bounce from my grip! But no injuries, so nae bother. The medicationalisationing ent well, and the body-aromatising too.

I got the handwashing done. Then made the waste-bags and took them to the chute.

Made a brew, and got on the computer, to make some graphics up to use later. The plumber and mate arrived before I could start.

WD 0.0.255 I had a wobbly as I opened the door, the plumber and his mate helped me keep on my feet. (Bit of good look there!)

Kindly after I mentioned and pointed out the slow filling WC tank, and blocked sink in the wetroom, he got me sat down. He got the sink taps working without any leaks, unblocked the hand-sink, and the WC now fills up quicker! Bless them! All in about 15 minutes, too! Came to me at the computer and told me what had been done. I thanked them, and he told me to stay in my seat, they’d find there way out. Caring chap, a rarity that needs emboldening in others.

1Mon05After the farewells and they had gone, and my balance had returned, I went to have a look at the work they’d done for me.

I found this tap-part in the kitchen sink? Both taps were working well. The hot and cold water taps working with a little less pressure, which will help me not to splash myself so often. Hehe! Well, they came early and were quick at doing the repairs, and helped me out with the Shaking Shaun episode. So thank you both, much appreciated!

I got ready for the trip into town to the Poundland store. Gathered the needs, then spent ages, checking and rechecking the flat for anything left undone, not done, lights, stove, windows, taps etc. repeatedly tested! Not for unacceptable Taboo Thoughts and Mental Rituals, though. My newly discovered OCD involves anxiety disorder and domestic concerns. (I think?)

So, having satisfied myself as much as is possible, that nothing had been left that is dangerous, and I had everything needed for the bus ride, I set off. With my yonderly tendencies, and athymia at a minimum, for once. Why I even found myself humming away in the lift going down! (Still no contact from the EQ – perhaps he’s deceased?)

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I walked through the link-passage into Windwood Court, and there was Big Bill, doing a jigsaw puzzle. I had a natter, well, I spoke to him, and found a photo on the SD card of Sister Jane, supposedly putting the last piece in the giant jigsaw she was doing when I visited her last, to show him. The lack of interest was thunderous.

I said my farewells, wished him all the best, told him to take care, and went on to the bus shelter. A gang of Winwoodonians were in the Winchester Court foyer, Angela, Margaret, Doris amongst others. The ribaldry, put-downs, sarcasm and laughter flowed. Gawd, there are rare times like this that I love the place so much! And feeling rather upbeat now, I went out to the shelter, started to accept some well-intended light-hearted depreciative comments, when the City-bound bus arrived. Only one other unknown to me resident got on the bus with me, leaving a large gathering of Winwoodonian’s in the shelter, for me to wave to as the bus pulled off. The only response I saw, was a two-fingers sign, from Roy, but with a cheeky laugh with it! Hehehe!

I did well with the crosswording rechecking session en route to town. I even finished one of off, without any help! Number 83 in the book, the first one I’ve ever completed! I wanted to shout it out and brag a bit, Me! A first-time success! But there was no one the bus I knew! Hah-hah! Tsk!

1Mon05aI got off the bus at the terminus on Queen Street. Still feeling a bit high in spirits. (Yes, it worried me as well!)

The cold, low, intense, often blinding sunlight, in the dark morning promised some photographicalisationing problems for me. I took the first shot in town as I crossed over the Slab Square to Wheeler Gate and the Poundland shop. Where I had no difficulty in spending £13.75!

I amassed a selection of purchases that included, A packet of Tofiffees Naughty and stupid considering I have toothache coming on, Pillock!) Pork Farms mini pork pies, (Silly, with my weight problems!). A 75p kitchen roll. Banal fool! I must have about ten or more rolls at home! Sliced wholemeal rolls Fair enough, I needed these! Kelloggs Corn Flakes At least these will be eaten, they are a tiny size, handy for me). Dettol lavender antiseptic disinfectant. (to go with the six bottles I already have in stock!) Body spray (Huh, I must have ten or more in the flat! Idiot!) Fabric softener (Fair does, it’s cheap and smells super!) Some nibbles for the hand-out bag. A pack of six individual low-calorie pots of jelly. (Good thinking, if I can resist buying the Lemon Curd yoghourts) Finally, a BLT sarnie. (That can be had for today’s meal) So, how many things did the old codger buy that he needed, and the total of those not required? I’ll not go into that now. (Coy-abashed-Mode engaged!)

1Mon06I paid at the self-serve tills. They were busy for a Monday, and the ‘Impatient stares’, Tut-tutting and grinding teeth from those behind me in the queue could be sensed, as I fumbled a bit.

1Mon06aA lady assistant came to me in the end and whipped the last things through for me. Out and had a walk on the Slab Square. This gathering flock of pigeons. I could not see any food on the ground around them, though? The white ones could hardly be identified with the sunshine glinting 1Mon07on the settled rainwater.

I caught so trams, at the bottom of Market Street as they passed each other, one on the way out and the other inbound. I observed as I stood a moment just watching the 1Mon08Nottinghamians, that there was little smiling!

I hobbled down and up Exchange Walk, and back up to the Slab Square. There were no street artists, Big Issue sellers or any of the terrible, so-called musicians damaging any ear-holes thi1Mon09s morning. 

I walked through the Exchange Arcade through to Long Row, stopping for a moment’s reflection and take this photo of the sad shopping arcade.

Many years ago, most of these units were part of Burtons of Nottingham Food Stores. I remember them being very busy, classy and high-prices. These old photographs show how things were then. The first one, all Burton’s! The second was their famous Fish Counter, nothing you could not buy there, including octopus, shark and whale meat! The third one, (They stole my name? Hehe!) a typical window display on the Long Row side. Ryvita at 1/1d – 5p in new money. Nowadays it cost £1.25!

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1Mon09bI got distracted there again, sorry about that.

I limped back to the Old Market Square, Long Row, and took this shot of the unsmiling Nottinghamians with their pretty pink and white… trainer shoes.

1Mon09aI made my way up Queen Street, showing the long shadows of the citizenry in this snap.

Up to the L9 bus stop. I was the only person to get on until we reached the Victoria Shopping centre, where the bus filled up, Margaret, Penny and Betty were amongst them. I greeted them as they got on, but they didn’t hear me. They sat too far away for a conversation, just as well, cause the three of them nattered happily between themselves all the way back to the flats. I had a go at the crossword book again, but not much success this time.

1Mon06We were soon back at the flats, and I walked with Penny back through the link-passage to Woodthorpe Court, having a little chinwag en route.

I got in the flat and sorted out the purchases. Feeling tired already.

1Mon10Got the meal planned, then I shifted the Morrison bananas from last week, from the cool spot to a warmer one. For they were still green!

1Mon12I got some chips into the oven, the last of the Kentucky coated ones.

1Mon11Then moved some things back into the cupboard under the sink. Got the plate laid out ready for the chips. And moved the hand-washed t-shirt onto the airer.

1Mon13Then got the meal served up. The BLT Poundland sarnie and cut up a mini pork pie and added caramelised onion chutney, beetroots and some BBQ thingies on cocktail sticks.

Flavour rating: 6.5/10. I ate most of it this time.

I did the pot washing after the feasting. Then I settled to watch some TV. And didn’t fall asleep for over an hour, then bliss!

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

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24th December 2019

Finnish: 24 Joulukuuta 2019

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

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

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

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

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

WD 150.0.0 But:

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

Then: WD 150.0.0

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When it dawned, I said Crap and Holy Cow!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inchcock Today – Tue 19th Mar 2019: A right bleeding day, for the fungal lesion, nose, haemorrhoids and blood test wound. Tsk! Hey-ho!

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2019 Mar 19

Tuesday 19th March 2019

Hawaiian: Pōʻalua 21 Malaki 2019

23:50hrs: I woke without the usual reluctance this morning. Probably because I fell asleep sp ridiculously early yesterday! I slowly moved the limbs to test the pains and aches after the Monday Marathon Hobble that troubled me so afterwards. I knew the biggest danger would be when I got up on my poor feet. I gently moved my legs and feet to an area from which I could stand up from the shortest distance when I’d got the £300 second-hand, ci 1968, rusty-rickety, refusing-to-work recliner.

wd 0.0.255b The old recliner had not failed me before. Yes, it had shaken and whined a bit the odd time, but now it was point-blank refusal time! I tried pressing the button a few more times and then decided to logicalise my situation. (A brave move I thought, Hehe!) I could see the light on from the socket points in the extension plugs, so I knew I had not had a power-cut. I reached out to the small Ottoman and turned off the recliner plug, took it out and put it back in and turned it on again. Wallah! It worked. At this point, I started sneezing away and blowing my nose, and neither stopped repeatedly coming for several minutes. I used up a full new kitchen towel roll. But all is well now. Puzzled me a bit that did.

wd 0.0.255b I got the recliner down and hauled my pot-gutted flobby body out and in an uprightish position, very wearily. The phalanges were tender and painful when I moved the limbs. The interphalangeal joint was fine though, no bother. The calcaous areas were both extremely tender and sore. But, overall, I was pleased with how things were this morning, so much easier than last night!

2Tue06The legs felt and looked a lot better than yesterday. Although very much more on the anaemic, pale side. The arm and everywhere else on the body looked pale as well.

wd 0.0.255b This was when, as I bent my arm to take the picture of the legs, I felt then realised that the blood taking cover was blood-soaked inside. No blame on Nurse 2Tue01Nichole. It was a good thing that she had put on the exterior plasters, they held it all in. Nurse Ann only uses a tiny round plaster and no cotton wool, so I was pleased with this.

The fool who is to blame, is the bald-headed, plastic heart-aorta-valved, duodenal ulcered, Angina and Arthritis suffering, kidney problemed, waiting for a new hip and knee caps, bespectacled, hearing aid wearing, Nottingham pensioner with the leg ulcer and a bleeding fungal-lesion, with the bad memory, lack of confidence, and is colour-blind, who lives in Woodthorpe Court! Yes, Me! Guilty Again! I foolishly hobbled on my marathon to town, and kept swapping the bag from the left to right-hand as I usually do, to even the burden and forgot all about the wound! Tsk, Schmuck! Oy Vey!

Off to the Porcelain Throne, for a session that was messy, but nothing compared to the lower regions fungal lesion that had also been pouring out the haemoglobin. Perhaps I should cut down on the Warfarin doses? Another uncomfortable cleansing and creamings session was needed. I didn’t change the socks, cause I’m not planning on going out anywhere today.

Up and down day so far. I went to get the Health Checks done. The sphygmomanometer operated the first try.

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2Tue02Aha, the sys had come down a fair bit at last, perhaps too much?

I looked up on Google what the acceptable readings should be for a male fool of my age. It gave me: 120/80, though the risk of heart disease can begin to increase once blood pressure reaches levels of 115/75, a systolic range of 120 to 139 and a diastolic range of 80 to 89. I’m more confused than before I looked! Mind you with the problems I’ve got: I expect these figures might not be applicable?

They can’t even get the Warfarin level right. I have only ever once got the target figure right in all the years since my ticker operation. Mind you. I’ve been close a few times. Hahaha!

I got on with the updating of the Monday blog. It took me a long time. Went on the WordPress reader section. Hello, the internet signal failed again!

Virg 255Got it back a few minutes later. Made a start on this post.

2Tue07Then, after a few hours, my mind turned to things of a jentacular nature.

I got some cornflakes and a mug of tea and watched some YouTube funnies while I consumed it.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Where the evacuation was messy and the ensuing struggle to get the socks and new PPs on, proved to be a Battle-Royale, I could have done well without.

2Tue08Fell asleep on computer seat!

After the rain stopped, I went out on the unwanted, letting rain, rubbish bits, and wind in, view and light-blocking balcony, to take a picture of Chestnut Way below. I managed it without trapping any part of my anatomy in the metal spring release tab.

As you can see, the ‘for our safety’ temporary footpath is not very popular with some of the tenants. Hehe! Then I got the Health Checks done.

An unwelcome visit from Dizzy Dennis put an end to my doing anything constructive after that. I merely sat in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner with the TV on, but not viewing much, as the mind tormented me with fears and worries. Got a nose-bleed for some reason?

No meal tonight, but I did nibble some bits of fodder ( I found the nocturnal nibbling signs in the morning, Tsk!)

Eventually, I drifted off to sleep. I was woken up, with my mate Michael stood next to me! I had left the door unlocked, just as well cause this meant he could get in to see me! I was half-asleep, I cannot recall all that we spoke about. I know that I felt a bit poorly. Well, more out-of-sorts and discombobulated. I’m sure I did most of the talking if memory serves me right, but recalling what it was we spoke of is an ambiguous mystery.

I nodded off within seconds of Michael leaving. ZZZ!