Inchcock – Fri 15 Feb 2019: Sanity, concentration and logicality abscond again! Hehe!

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Friday 15th February 2019

Swahili: Ijumaa 15 Februari 2019

An indoors day today – cause of the rampant wee-wees! Furesomide, Tsk! Hehe!

00:25hrs: I could hardly believe it, I’d had seven hours sleep – and not a single wee-wee! Of course being the confident, positive person I am, I had a feel around where I lay, just in case. But all was well. As this strange fact sank in, the call to the Emergency Grey Wee-Wee Bucket arrived. I got out of the £300 second-hand, circa 1968 rusty rickety and often refusing to work, recliner, and was relieving the situation in the bin within a couple of minutes.

Meanwhile, Flatulent Frank kept releasing some tiny little ‘Escapages of wind from the rear end’ that reeked rather rancidly.  I thought out loud, It’s not going to be a good day again, is it.

5Fri003awd 0.0.255 I now have a new bruise on the right leg though, where I caught it on the Ottoman in my panic to gain access to the Emergency Grey Bucket in time. I also noticed how pale the skin was compared to Thursday morning. Looking at the hands and face, they looked pasty as well.

But, there was terrible itching and burning sensation coming from underneath the plaster on the leg. I reckon that is a good sign, I hope.

By the time I’d took a picture of the pins, I needed another wee-wee. They settled down in the SSSWWs (Short-Sharp-Sensationless-Wee-wees) again. If you just take it for granted that I had one every twenty minutes or so throughout the day. This, will save me a lot of typing, thank you. I’m getting fed up with washing my hands! Humph!

wd 0.0.255 Then, Kidney Ache Kevin kicked off. Oy Vey! Worra start to the day!

wd 0.0.255 I got the kettle on and made a brew. Then I had to make my way to the wet room, and Porcelain Throne. Oh, heck! Another Trotsky Terence style evacuation! This started the stomach aching as well as Kidney Kevin’s pangs! Between the ailments, pains, being flat-bound and this maddening itch under the plaster on the leg… No, I will not let things get me down! He says full of ersatz confidence! Klutz! I made myself sing under my breath and chose Frankie Vaughan’s ‘Don’t Stop, Twist’ to start off with. I went through a repertoire of Adam Faith’s, Billy Fury’s, Cliff Richard’s, Elvis’s, Rick Nelson’s and Nat King Cole’s before I’d finished cleaning up and medicating myself.

 The tea was well cold when I got back into the kitchen. Discountenance was creeping into my outlook. So, I launched into singing Frank Ifield’s ‘Wayward Wind’! Hehe!

Made a fresh mug of the Glengettie tea, and got the Health Checks done.

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4Thu24Mumbling Dean Martin’s ‘June in January’ as I set up the sphygmomanometer.

Ah, good news at last. The Sys has gone down. I still find it hard, despite my believing that it would be, that the dang BP when I went to the doctors yesterday was all fine… Hang on: I’m losing the plot here… Sorry. 

The itching and Kidney Kevin are still going away at their ‘Let’s Annoy the Old Git some more’ routines! I launched into singing Bernard Cribbins ‘Right said Fred’. This singing did not impress Flatulent Frank, as he continued with his releasing little ‘Phwerts’ from the rear end. For once, I hope no one calls at the flat! Phwoor! I’m not all that keen on being in here myself now!

5Fri007I got some mushrooms, carrots, and peas in the crock pot with a spoonful of caramelised gravy granules in the water.

I had a cuppa and some Marmite biscuits for a late breakfast.

I got on with updating the Thursday post and got it posted eventually. An Email had arrived from the surgery in response to me telling them I could not make the 11:50hrs appointment they had made for me next Tuesday. Explaining yet again about my odd sleeping habits and hours.

wd 0.0.255 They returned with this.

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Although this is too late really, I didn’t want to make any bother, so I agreed to Monday at 09:50hrs.

Feeling a bit down now. So, I started off with Nat King Cole’s ‘Unforgettable’.

wd 0.0.255 Then the second Porcelain Throne visit of the day had to be tended to. Again a Trotsky Terence mode of evacuation. More cleaning up to do. Ay-yay-yay!

Back to the computer to make a start on this blog. Had to empty the Emergency Grey Plastic bin and sanitise it, again!

Cheered myself up a tad with Billy Fury’s: ♫ I want to be your lover, but your friend is all I’ve stayed, I’m only Halfway to Paradise… So near, yet so far away… ♫

Went on the WordPress Reader, and the comments section.

4Thu22wd 0.0.255 I went to the kitchen and took the medications. The two half-tablets were Furosemide. ‘Cause I had a full tablet last night. And half a CodiMorph, because I left out the full Codeine and paracetamol, despite the ailments. I was not in as much pain as yesterday and thought it would do me no harm in reducing them. Then, if things get worse later pain-wise, then I can get more effective relief. Does that make sense? No sooner done, than I had to hasten to the Porcelain Throne.

wd 0.0.255 Oh, dearie-dearie me, Trotsky Terence was back with a vengeance! Duodenal Donald and Dizzy Dennis didn’t help make the evacuation any more acceptable. Tsk! What a mess I had to sort out! Huh!

Washed and medicated, and back to the kitchen. I felt in a semi-buoyant mood, why I didn’t know. I even started singing under my breath.

Then, I realised I had not actually taken the morning medications! What a Nebbish! To make things worse, as I took them, the stabbing stomach pains kicked off, and with the Kevin Kidney aches going, I began to feel a little… what’s the word? Erm, er… crappy will do! The pathetic ‘Feeling-Sorry-for-myself’ Mode nearly showed itself. But I managed to just avoid it, by going on the TFZer Facebook page to add photographs and exchange comments.

wd 0.0.255 The wee-weeing alone will ensure this is another go nowhere far from a WC day. Hehe! But I was determined not to let the runs and ailments ruin the day! I shall get caught up on computer work.

The Sys had come down well for the first time this week.

I’d just utilised the Grey Bin, and had to rush back to the Porcelain Throne again!

wd 0.0.255 Where in the heck is it all coming from? Smirk! I knew where it was reluctant to go, though. After flushing, the WC fills up with water oh, so slowly! I had to use water from the sink to encourage things to go down.

4Thu20Could yesterday’s ready-made meal be to blame? The label declared it was Cheese & Bacon loaded Fries. Ingredients: Potato (59%), Milk, mature cheddar cheese (6%), Water, Rapeseed, Monterey Jack cheese (2%), Paprika, Garlic puree, smoked bacon lardons (1%), salt, water. And no fewer than eleven other ingredients/preservatives. But, it did taste great! I shall have to resist repurchasing this, just in case.

But it wasn’t all bad news on this visit. I did manage, with some difficulty, to get my socks and PPs (Protection Pants) on. I had to laugh at myself as I struggled to do so! Good job there is no CCTV in the wet room. Hehehe!

No sooner back in the main room, and the Grey Emergency Bin was topped up yet again! It was getting a bit on the full side now, so I emptied cleaned and disinfected it ready for further use (And it got plenty of that I can assure you!).

In between further wee-wees, I made a start on this blog as far as to here. Then went to update and finish off the long, complicated Thursday post.

I got myself in a bit of mess and pickle with the blogs, when a Dizzy Dennis visit sent my mind all over the place. I hope it comes out alright, and this one. Concentration shot to pieces and mind-confusion reigned!

Health Checks were done.

5Fri31Got the late nosh sorted. I used one of the divided plastic trays to serve it up in. Odd, how the peas that came with the beef were so colourful, and those I did with the carrots and mushrooms in the crock-pot, so dark. But the home-cooked ones tasted much betterer!

By now, I was suffering from the throbbing leg wound and the uncooperative brain. I ate it all anyway (Not the mind… Hahaha!) I found the tray all washed up and no 5Fri33bits in the bin in the morning. Sherlock Inchcock strikes again!

I must have taken this picture of the sun going down, cause I found it in the SD card this morning (Saturday).

This one of the pin and ankle plaster, I do remember taking, though. As I settled down to lay there for hours 5Fri34waiting for sleep to come, I recall looking at the ankle and thinking ‘Would the photo show the throbbing?’ Hehe! I know this doesn’t sound right, but it was like a dull-throbbing that prompted thoughts of worms coming out of the flesh anytime now! Well, I was struggling to concentrate on things.

A terrible not much kip, night – but on the bright side, the Wee-wee demands eased off.

There may be mistakes in the blog – I was still finding concentration hard to come by in the morning when I updated it. If so, sorry about that.

TTFN each, taketh care.

Inchcock – Monday 28th January 2019: An amphibological day

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Monday 28th January 2019

German: Montag, 28. Januar 2019

23:30hrs: Woke, engaged thinking mode, needed the Porcelain Throne. Struggled to get my Billy Bunter-like body from the £300 second-hand rusty recliner and off to the wet room. Stubbed my toe en route, and painful it was too! Long toenails, ah, coming today at 10:00hrs is FootLady Sue! And a food delivery expected at 06:00>07:00hrs. I sat on the Throne, my duty to do… Haha!

wd 0.10.0 Oh, Boy, had Little Inchies Lesion been bleeding again! Naturally, it started flowing when I cleaned off the encrusted blood. Humph!

1mon01aThe evacuation was a tad reluctant to proceed and side-splittingly uncomfortable.

Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled too. The Catastrophy book was perused for a good chapter or two.

Cleaning up the rear end and the lesion took me an agony-ridden good while. I was beginning to think I might be in for another bad day. But, after a nosey around, my not finding a single EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) in the wet room, I cheered up a little. Maybe they had got lost on the way to attack another flat yesterday by mistake?

2019 jan 28The pins seemed to be no worse this morning.

Although, some new scars or welts or blood papsules had appeared. The padding around the Arthur Itis-infested knees seems to be getting more puffier. On the plus side, I say, the ankle has not given way, at least not yet today.

Free poetry, eh! Hehe!

I got the Health Checks done, and the medications were taken. No Furosemides today.

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The Sys had shot back up again.

I got on with updating the sour, sad Sunday diary updating.

wd 0.10.0 The wee-wees started, and they were of a different type yet again! I’ve classified these as VSHLP (Very Short-Hosepipe like Painful) Wee-wees. Am I going mad or what? But some control seems to be returning, I haven’t had to use the emergency grey-bucket yet, I’ve got to the porcelain in time each time.

Got the Sunday blog finished and posted off, then I made a start on this one.

I got an email from TFZer Lona ♥ in the USofA. She suggested I cut the tops of my socks to use when the fluid retentions are high to relieve the pressure. Brilliant idea I thought, and I replied thanking the gal for her advice.

I went on to Facebook to update the photo albums and visited the TFZer Facebook page.

Onto the WordPress comments.

Then to the WordPress Reader. All in between VSHLPs of course. Tut-tut!

A wee-wee, and then made a brew.

1mon01I took the midday Health Checks just too see if things had gone down any, and they had.

A lot better than the first one were.

Got the ablutions done early. Still no signs of any EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles).

1mon05aThe Asda delivery arrived, and I put away the items. I’d got a load of slice Milk Bread. I hadn’t tried one of these since about 1968 when they first came out. It was the Wonderloaf Bakery who made them then. The company has changed hands a few times; now it is branded as Warburtons.

Got some brekkers, then started to create this post. It’s taking me a long time though, the concentration isn’t too good at the moment.

1mon01aAs it got light, the sun came from behind the flats, making an interesting photographic opportunity for me.

I used the bought many years ago, Nikon Coolpix L 31 camera which uses Alkaline AA batteries. But when I put in the card, it was a bit of a job to find the photo afterwards in the Photo file?

FootLady Sue should be here soon (10:00hrs). Being as she has never arrived on time before, I’m not getting too expectant.

Sue arrived at 1050hrs. I enjoyed a natter while she did my tootsies. I was informed that the cost would be rising from the next visit. Ah, well!

Off she went, and I gathered the black bags and recycling white bag, got the nibbles out of the fridge for the gals at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalisticalisationing Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.

I set off, dropping the black bags down the waste chute and taking the white bag down with me in the lift. In the foyer, I found Mo sat there. We had a giggle and chinwag. Then out and handed the white bag to the caretaker… who was ‘Not’ on his mobile. (Honestly!)

Ambled along in the cold sunshine to the cabin. Dropped the nibbles off, and made my way back to the flats, cursing my forgetting to take the camera with me.

1mon07Into the foyer, and there Penny (On the left in the photo) had joined Mo taking a seat while she waited for a washing machine to come free.

We had a chinwag and a laugh between us, bless them both.

Up to the flat to have a leak. This one and each that followed (And there were plenty of them, Tsk!) were VSWWW (Very short Weak-Wee-wees).

Updated this blog to here, then checked the comments and perused the WP reader again. I went on Facebook for a while. Jenny from the flats suggested in a comment that I ask the Doctors about the possibility of my getting some compression socks on prescription. Now that was kind of her, a great idea! Thanks, Angel Jenny, I will ask when I go again to the GP. ♥

1mon33Got the salad nosh made up.

Overdid it again, and could not eat it all. But, what I did eat I took delight in enjoying. Especially the vegetarian mini-sausages and the Milk Roll sarnies.

Did the last Health Checks and had a look at the Freeview channels had on offer. Pleased to see that some of my favourites were on. The A-Team, Rumpole of the Bailey, Heartbeat and Hustle. So, I got a bottle of spring water, and orange cordial made up, a pot of nibbles and an apple assembled on the side Ottoman ready to settle down to enjoy the programmes.

wd 0.10.0 Went for a wee-wee, to find that the Lesion was bleeding again! A  painful cleanup and application of the Daktacort cream, a rinse and back to the welcoming second-hand 1978 vintage rickety recliner to get myself snuggled into.

The first A-Team episode I got through with only a couple of short nod-offs. I drifted off again. Woke while Rumpole was on, but only lasted until the first set of adverts came on. Fell asleep and when I woke again, I changed channels to get to see the last two minutes of Heartbeat, that was it as far as the TV viewing went. Zzzz!

TTFNski each.

Inchcock Today – Fri Aug 24th Aug 2018: Smug Mode Adopted, Fire Alarm, Ironclad black biting beetles attack persists. Harold’s Haemorrhoid hassle continues, Tsk!

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Friday 24th August 2018

Africaans: Vrydag 24 Augustus 2018

5Fri005a0350hrs: Woke feeling confused and positively cold this Friday morning.

With rare nowadays, indications of movements having taken place, from the lower limited-use area. Which of course had started the Fungal Lesion bleeding. This was accompanied by some pretty nasty stinging aggravations from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

As I lay there waiting for the grey-cells to activate sufficiently enough for the bodily movements to be enabled. The need for the use of the Porcelain Throne forced me to struggle out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, and thanks to piles, make a painful visit to the wet room. In a rush, I did not take the camera with me as I usually would have to record the damned Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils. But there were only around five of the little buggers to be seen while I carried out my evacuation. Again, a swift, soft affair. Which meant, no time for the reading of the book this merry morning on the throne.

Daktacort2Had a cleanup and a medicationalistical ointmenting session with Little Inchies Fungal Lesion (Pain-Level 8.5/10, nasty!) and Harold’s Haemorrhoids (Pain-Level 3/10), and got the ensanguined areas treated with the Daktacort Miconazole cream. Anusoling the pesky and irritated at the moment, haemorrhoids.

I limped into the kitchen, with the aim of giving the brain time to come together, by making a mug of lovely strong tea.

WDPBL02a I had the door open, but no hearing aids in yet of course – but still I heard the Fire-Alarm kick-off. I poddled to the door and had a peek through the spy hole, no signs of any smoke out there. Even during this slightly alarming period (Alarming? Did you like that? Hehe!), I wondered how the heck I heard the alarm with no aids in my tab-holes?

5Fri001bWhat I would have done in the past, was go to the kitchen window and take a picture of the fire brigade arriving. But of course, now with the new windows and the sticking out ledge, it is impossible to do this. So I went into the front room and took a photo through the locked balcony door glass. Luckily the outer pod was in the process of being erected and had holes and gaps in it; so I could take a lousy photograph with the engines etc. seen through an opening that will soon be filled in, blocking out view and light altogether of any sight of the ground below for the time being. Until I am able to use the multi-windows that will need cleaning covered balcony when it is completed, by unlocking sliding the door back, opening one of the windows, and leaning out to take a picture – of course by the time I get all that done, the fire brigade will have left. Unless it was an actual fire, of course. I tangled that wording up a bit, didn’t I? Haha!

5Fri001WDPBL02a I continued on my mission to get a mug of tea. Finding in the kitchen, a few Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils.

See the Ironclad in the old washing-up bowl in the photo? Near to it was something that looked like a bit of brown/orange fluff. When I went to remove whatever it was, it sort of blew-up when I touched it and a thick liquid poured out?

Lie01a Of course, I planned to show the shadow of my hands holding the camera in it, to make it more interesting!

The brigade vehicles had gone, I then got on with doing the Health Checks and taking the medications.

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By gum, the Sys, Dia, Pulse, and Temperature were all down. I would have expected the little bit of excitement with the fire alarm would have sent them the other way, up? Just goes to show you what I actually don’t know, doesn’t it? These results leave me all ferblunjit. Hahaha!

I made a start on this post, before finishing yesterday’s off. So much seemed to have happened in a short time, I thought I might forget something to record.

5Fri002Selecting the photographs from the camera card, I found this one. Another unintended mystery picture was taken! Klutz! Thanks to the ailment, Shaking Shaun.

But it fascinated me. Where, hoe when this morning could I have shot this view?

I deployed my Sherlock Homes investigative cap and spent ages trying to find out what I’d 5Fri006inadvertently snapped. Eventually, by using my superior investigative… no, I’ve used that word already, erm… er… inquisitorial qualities, in no time at all, (well, nearly an hour, Tsk!) I’d worked out what the photograph was of!

Extreme Smug Mode Adopted! Head sways, a superior twisted-lip smile appears on my mush!

5Fri009I recalled (eventually) as I went through what had happened earlier, putting down the camera when I was searching to the Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils, on the draining board. I must have caught the shoot button as I did so.

The view is of underneath the row of plate supporters in the draining tray!

Could I use this mystery photo as a template for a Sci-Fi graphic in a Space Station? Haha!

5Fri006aWhile in the kitchen, I  got the potatoes in the crockpot on a low setting. Added some sea salt and malt vinegar to flavour them up.

Made a brew of English Breakfast tea in the small Denby China mug.

Realised I had not actually taken the medications earlier, so I did. Meshugener!

5Fri006bThe sunshine came out.

The kitchen window (right-hand side as you look at this photo), is developing very well into a work of art. Multi-coloured splashes and spillages of various whatever they are. Haha!

WDPBL02a There were many of the Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils in the space between the cellophane covering and the glass in the 5Fri009awindows. Whether they were trying to get in or out, I don’t know.

Seeing these repellent beetles/weevils, reminded me to check the bait traps.

I went into the spare room and had a look on the window ledge sheet. There were a lot of caught Ironclads and dozens of little tiny, baby beetles I assumed, all over the painted wood.

5Fri010Off to monitor the wet room battlefield box.

Not so many in that one, but as I put the light on, dozens of the nuisances that were on the floor, scurried down the shower drain?

I felt a bit guilty about seeing the bodies.

Despite the sunshine, it still felt a bit nippy in the apartment. Brrr!

07:25hrs. Then, I started on finalising the Thursday post. Best laid plans, eh?

WDPBL02a Damned Global-Virgin Media internet went down once again!

Liberty Glob

Aug18N4Can’t turn it off, or I’ll lose everything I’ve done recently. Repeated signs were telling me that Saving Failed with WordPress. But it doesn’t bother me!

0755hrs: Back on again. Tried to get the Thursday diary finished.

Started on the templates.

1600hrs: Got hem finished. Phew!

5Fri011I put some extra sharp cheddar on top of the Cumberland Pie nosh. It turned out just grand.

Flavour Rating: 902/10.

The weather was okay, a bit of wind and rain occasionally.

I took some photographicalisation through the balcony windows at the front.

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I fell asleep and rewoke repeatedly to so many programmes tonight: Heartbeat, The Interceptors, then I gave up, turned off the TV. 

I lay planning on how to arrange Brexit, solve the immigration worries with a ‘Compassion injection’, invent a pair of spectacles with the inbuilt camera and hearing aids, and the obliteration of pavement cyclists with kindness. Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Monday 23rd July 2018: Prescriptions Wrong Again this Month. The Momzers!

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Monday 23rd July 2018

 Yiddish: מאָנטיק 23 יולי 2018

0500hrs: Once again, a brain and body awoke in the £300 second-hand recliner; so dissimilar and remodelling compared to the one that went to bed last night. I’m finding it hard to recognise myself in the mornings lately. Hehe!

Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger were both AWOL. More surprisingly, so was Belinda Blotches (Almost cleared up now), No bother (pain) from Hernia Harry or Hippy Hilda.

1Mon001Whoosie3W01A: The Whoopsie derived bruises, acquired last night from my walking naked, apart from my socks, into a left-opened door of the fast decomposing, disintegrating hardwood 1964 G-Plan cabinet, were still a bit tender.

Tne moment I moved to detach my lumbering body-mass from the recliner, I realised that my old friends Haemorrhoid Harold and Inchies fungal lesion were not being so kind to me. A hasty hobbling to the wet-room was needed post haste. Little Inchie had been bleeding, and it had dried (Ouch! Haha!), and Harold 1Mon01had and was bleeding, and Diahorrea Donald was in total control of the evacuation process. Tsk!

Cleaned up, I made my way to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done, and medications were taken.

The hemadynamometer worked first time again.

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Got the results recorded and into the front room to update last weeks Excel sheets to take with me to the Doctors. Then realised I was going to the hospital this week, cause the 1Mon01asurgery have not made me an appointment again. Fancy that! Azoy gait es!

Got next weeks dosage pots made up, which reminded me, I must get to the chemist today. I’ll go after FootLady Sue has done my tootsies I Think.

Back to the computer and started this blog going up to here. Then finished off yesterdays diary and sent it off.

0735hrs: Herbert above is tap-tapping a bit. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking Nottingham City Homes upset for moaning about their favourite tenant making a noise. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. “You’ll have to put up with it!” I don’t want to lose my home. I’d better cross it out.

I’d better get the ablutions done now so I can have everything ready, just in case FootLady Sue arrives early.

Teggies done, shaved, extremities cleaned, then a long shower. Followed with some rather harrowing medicationalisationing of the lesion. Creamed Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Sprayed the torso and legs with antiperspirant. 

To the kitchen to sort the bags out. Heck of a loud, long grinding noise emanated from somewhere. No idea, where, though. Sounded very close.

Whoosie3W01A: Got three black bags made and tied-up. Before they reduced the size of the rubbish chute entry point, it would have taken one bag. Took these out along with a recycling bag. Dropped the black ones down the waster funnel and took the Orange bag down and to the caretaker’s door, where some others had left their filled recycle-bags, and some naughty pensioners had dumped other household items and loose rubbish.

1Mon02All ready for Sue to arrive now. I did a bit more work on the TFZer graphics.

I took the bags down and nipped out to take this picture of Chestnut Walk, outside the foyer doors.

Through the maze of barriers and to the left, you will find the Caretaker’s door.

Didn’t see anyone that I could talk to.

Back up to the apartment and on the computer to update this load of tosh.

1Mon03Ah! One of the smaller hoists came up by the window. I think this might be what the noise was earlier.

The intercom chimed up: it was FootLady Sue arriving.

She set about sorting the tootsies out for me. Nice chinwag.

I made up an Iceland order and then set off on a hobble to the chemists for my prescriptions.

1Mon04Set out to the Chemists. Met some residents in the foyer, Mo, Jenny and Frank. 

Walked to the bus stop with them and I joined a few others already there, and some very welcome laughter and no-pressure chinwagging took place.

The place had come alive now, and with we pensioners, all agreed, that we want to stay alive and uninjured, the three of us should take extra care manoeuvering on the car park or road to get to the bus. Already!

1Mon05Caught the bus down Winchester Street Hill to Mansfield Road.

Went to the bus stop near the old bus depot, and found it had been decorated with some classic Nottingham Street Art.

I became aware that this is the bus stop that some youth was stabbed in, and last year an 88-year-old woman was attacked at 1000hrs in the morning on this spot!

I was soon in Carrington and made my way to the chemist and collected the prescriptions. Then 1Mon06made my way to the Lidl store to be insulted, sneered at and looked down upon.

Whoosie3W01A: They changed tactics today and caught me out.

Instead of the curled lips and looking at me as if I was dog-poo on their shoes, they just ignored me entirely. Cunning move on their part. Haha!

I paid the £9.16 for the tomatoes, still lemon & lime water, mint chocolate ice-cream cones, mini-Cumberland sausages, two bread mini-rolls and a packet of battered, seasoned potato slices. Caught the bus back into Sherwood and got to the bus stop at the top of the hill.

1Mon07A couple of Woodthorpe residents were waiting there.

One, the lovely lady sat here in this picture with her white sun-bonnet on her head. She lives on the first floor and seems to be a pleasant natured lady. But she was telling me of her medical problems – they put my pathetic ailments to shame. Bless her!

She is the lady who shared her views and thoughts on the new kitchen windows with me the other week. We are both so soundly disappointed in losing the light and perspective, as well as having so many extra windows to clean when the new balconies are fitted.

Ended up with Roy, Dot and lady in the hat and me, walking together from the bus to the Woodthorpe Court, myself. They were a little 1Mon07ctoo nippy for me to hear what they were saying to each other in front of me, but the good thing is they were laughing. The bags with the weight of the shopping and prescriptions had weighed me down I think.

Up and back in the flat, the overbearing heat of late did not hit like it did yesterday when I opened the door. But it felt far hotter out and about this morning. Indeed the thermometer showed the heat had dropped a good bit.

1Mon07bI got the bag from the chemist out on the counter.

And without dropping any as well. (Smug mode Adopted here! Hahaha!).

I got them out of the flimsy paper bag and spread them out so I could determine if any were missing this month, like last month and the month before. That Chemist is going off me I think? Hehe!

I was utterly unmiffed or surprised when I realised that one of the products was missing, not there and absent.

Whoosie3W01A: There was no Anusol Cream for my Harold Haemorrhoid problem.

I thought at first that I had shown great stoicism at this happening befalling me.

Then I wondered if stoicism was the right word – I’ll have to look it up later. Tsk!

I packed the boxes and bottles into there allotted places.

This means another trip has to be made to the damned chemist to make things right – just like last month and the one before – Another Durkhfal!

Whoosie3W01A: I trapped my finger in the drawer as I closed it shut after storing away the medications. I think I may have said something along the lines of “Well fancy that!” at the time.

I was determined not to allow myself to become tristifical over this being let down again for the third time, by the pharmacist.

Put the fodder away and made a start on updating this post.

Got the nosh started, seasoned sliced potatoes in the oven. Sliced the tomatoes on the plastic plate.

Did the health checks and took the evening medications.

1Mon23Considering that I had used the buses today and not got a decent hobble in at all, I was feeling well-tired-out.

I got the nosh sorted and served up.

A much-improved effort this time. A deserved 8/10 for Flavour Rating. The mini Cumberland sausages were tasty. Only the tomatoes let the meal down, they were a bit bland. The onion salt was used to spice them up a little. The mature cheddar cheese, excellent! The sliced seasoned potatoes were alright.

I planned the TV viewing, cause I felt confident that the sleep that has resisted me for several nights now would play-up again. The now customary nodding-off and waking-up again continued, with me being confused a few times and thinking it was time to get up. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 14th July 2018: A great trip out despite Accifauxpa – Humph!

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Saturday 14th July 2018

Croatian: Nedjelja, 15. Srpnja 2018

0340hrs: WDPBL02a I woke with stinging, stabbing pains around the right external auditory meatus (Ear Hole). A touch of the Collywobbles (I blame the horrible meal I made, and half-ate last night for this). But Belinda’s Blotches were itching less and not so inflamed.

6Sat02As the body slowly joined the brain in imitation semi-activity, I noticed signs of noctambulous noshing activity having taken place.

The waste bin laying at the side of the £300 second-hand recliner revealed this, in the form of a Cheesy Curl nibbling session. Naughty Me!

The rumbling and grumbling innards continued.

Out of the recliner with ease this morning, and off to do the health Checks and take the medications.

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As I made up the log of readings, I spotted that the sys had been coming down regularly lately. 152 – 145 – 144 -146 – 144 – 145, this time 128. I think that is a good thing, though? Although the pulse had shot up a tad. Probably the shock to the system from putting that horrendous beef into the stomach last night. Haha!

6Sat03The temperature in the room was currently at 31°c – 87.8°c, which was a little lower and welcome.

I’d just put the kettle on the boil, and the grey-cells activated a panic-alarm for me – and I hastily stopped everything I was doing and shot off to the Porcelain throne with all haste available to me! En-route I was sure that the innards last few days reluctances to allow the evacuations was over and a messy, runny session was due. So, I was wrong, again!

WDPBL02a I got on the Porcelain Throne, and I anticipated immediate movement. But oh, no. Nothing but pain as the exciting material came half-way and got stuck. Boy, the agony! I thought things would start to split, so long did it take, all the painful forcing, I could feel the piles bleeding… A Frightful Session. Still, I read a few pages of the book, quite a few pages… Haha!

WDPBL02a After I’d cleaned and medicated things, my rear-end felt so sore. Tsk!

I went to the kitchen to take a Senna tablet and an extra Codeine. I was not sure if I should have been taking the Senna or not, but after going through that evacuation, I thought I better had.

So, Constipation Conrad had returned. Earache Eric and Colly-wobbles attack now, too! On the bright side, Bartholomew Bladder, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Duncan, Hernia Henry, Reflux Roger, Belinda Blotches, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis, were all being kind to me this morning. Haemorrhoid Harry and Little Inchies lesions were both bleeding and bothersome, mind. Overall, things could be worse. It’s been a long-standing fear that all of the ailments one day, will come on at the same time, as the metal ticker. Ooh! Haha!

6Sat06Writing the above paragraph, I realised I had not put the Wrist Health Panic Alarm back on, after cleaning myself up. Without hesitation, I fetched it from the wet room and adorned my wrist with it. Schlemiel!

The view from the new windows with the outer plastic covering, seemed to have lost a lot of the mud splatters, but gained a few insects?

If I don’t live long enough to see the results of the upgrading, I shall return and haunt Herbert, and certain other people. Don’t know why I said that, I don’t believe in ghosts or spirits. Hehe!

6Sat07I got side-tracked when I was about to take the Senna tablet, and started to get the meal prepped.

I put the small potatoes in the crock-pot with water, onions salt and some balsamic and distilled vinegar as seasoning. And shelled the garden peas into a saucepan and added some brown demerara sugar. Both now ready to be heated up later, and possibly to be eaten with some Frikadellens… maybe, conceivably, possibly, perhaps, maybe, percase.

Back to the computer and got on with updating yesterday’s post and got it sent off.

I had a look at what the weather forecast was for the coming week.

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It looks like it will get a little cooler and a chance of some rain at the following weekend. Funny how one misses the rain when it is missing, and curse it when it pours down and one get soaked to the skin by buses driving through the water and showering you wet rainwater. Hehe!

0500hrs: Began to collate this page.

08.50hrs: Got this far, and then went on the WordPress Reader section.

Went onto the TFZers Facebook.

1140hrs: Got a phone call from Big John, I’d forgotten about the Papplewick Pumping Station visit! Argh! Had to shut everything down sharpishly to get the ablutions done in time for when the lads pick me up – Oh dearie me! Back in a bit.

1600hrs: I’m back. I’ll do catch-up from when I got the ablutions done.

6Sat08Got dressed and some nibbles and a small bottle of spring water in the bag, and set out in plenty of time to wait downstairs for BJ and Dave to arrive.

I ambled around the back of the flats and took this picture. It shows Woodthorpe Court in the front, the new build Extra Care block and then Winchester Courts in the distance. All three, 6Sat09when built, will be known as Winwood. Confusing innit? Hehe!

WDPBL02a .Then, after I slipped down the incline into the fencing and swearing a bit, Schlump! I went along the front on Chestnut Walk and took this photograph of the progress on the new build area.

I could see that both the doors were open in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisational Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room hut. So I made my way to it. Jenny and a few others were in there. I was in the middle of having a good chinwag with Jenny, and my mobile rang. It was BJ, who told me to go back to the flats and wait there as he was with David now, and was picking up another David, a tenant as well. So I did.

BJ arrived shortly with Big Young David in the car and lifted Tenant Dave and me up.

We were soon parking up in the car park opposite the Papplewick Pumping station gates.

 BJ had words with the volunteer car park assistant, about his not being able to park in the disabled badge holder space. He asked Dave, the other Dave, and me to get out before he had to reverse in.

WDPBL02 Big Young David accidentally caught my back as I was manoeuvring out of the door. This made me move quicker, and I stretched my legs more than I had planned, landing a little awkwardly, Hippy Hilda didn’t like this, and Little Inchies Lesion started bleeding at the same time, then as I caught my balance, Arthur Itis started the right knee off. I was not in a very good condition for a moment or two. But I was determined to enjoy the trip out and pressed on.

Honda Gullwing three-wheelerAs I waited, I spotted a Honda GullWing three-wheeler motorbike. As luck would have it, the owner, an entertainer at the Steaming Day, returned to the bike to collect something or other.

So I got a good picture of the bike with its ‘boot open’. A cleverly designed bike I thought.

I was still a tad disorientated and am not sure what occurred on the way in, but recall everything after limping down the step as I left the entrance house.

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A different person now, there was no stopping me going on an admittedly painful walk around the periphery of the site and look for photography opportunities.

The first one I took was after I had limped around the lake, and arrived near the mini-steam train tracks. I cut through some trees, to try and get a ‘moody shot’.

Papplewick

After a wander through the old orchard area, I went to look at the amusement area and selling stalls.

There were a couple of trad-jazz bands and lady singers I stopped here and there to listen to.

Plenty of people on old period clothing, and enjoying themselves I’m glad to report.

The selling stalls, I tried to make a panoramic shot. Not very successfully. Hehe!

Papplewick Pumping in steam

Alvis

I spotted the vintage Alvis Sportscar parked up. 

It looked to be in very good knick and cared-for.

This is the first time I’ve looked at carefully at one of these vehicles in real life.

You might be able to see in the top close-up picture, how close to each other the handbrake and gear-level are. 

The car’s layout reminded me of the arrangement of the same equipment on the original Mechanical Horse three-wheeler British Railway articulated lorries made by Scammell.

Many people were in vintage clothing and had taken great care with their appearance.

WDPBL02a At this time, I just had to get to the WC, for Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding again. Fortunately, I had a disinfected black bag, spare PP’s, Daktacort cream, midday medications and Codeines in my pocket ready yesterday. Great fortune at the new WC facilities laid on. No one around when I got there. So, I did the necessary medicationalisationing.

Dressed up folks

Feeling a little fatigued and down in the mouth, I searched for somewhere to get a sit-down.

As I made my way to a spot under some trees that I could usually find a bench free, I was further amazed at appearance some folks who had indeed worked at looking the part in their period attire and accoutrements, hats sticks for the men, and boob displays of the some of the

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Buxom ladies. I got the bottle of mineral water and took a codeine tablet. Hehehe!

BJ found me and asked how I was. I must have looked a bit rough; I was a touch pale I thought when I caught my reflection in the toilet mirror earlier.

WDPBL02a Hippy Hilda was not easing off at all, but Arthur Itis had, bless him. But all

Lady

The hobbling around had made the plates-of-meat sting something awful! I am fated to suffer today.

Near the Steam House, this lady looked perfect in her clothing set-up. Shame, about the mobile phone. Haha!

No seats at the top end, so I hobbled across to the lake in search of somewhere to rest my bottom. I didn’t find any free sitting places, but I was glad I did search there now because a chap was just launching an electrically controlled floating Dalek!

It even shot out a strong jet of water when he wanted it to! I did laugh at this home-made novelty! Haha!

 

Lake

The only seats I could find were benches made of aged and incredibly unforgiving hard, sturdy wood. But at that moment, Hippy Hilda and the feet were the biggest of my pain-giving areas. Tsk!

I settled gently down and got the crossword book out. I’d been there for what seemed like ages, when BJ walked by, then returned, telling me I looked “Bloody awful mate!” We chatted a couple of minutes, and I decided to stand up and get to the top of the grass verge hill, to have a look for a more comfortable seat to change to.

WDPBL02a Well, although in pain from Hilda and the plates-of-meat, with Haemorrhoid Harold now complaining about my stay on the hardwood bench, BJ and I both had to laugh as neither of us could get back up the grass verge. Hehe! We had to walk around to find a little leveller bit to clamber up. He got up before me and had gone over to the shaded area and asked a lady sat there if it was alright if I joined her on the bench at the other end before I caught up with him. Bless BJ: he was looking after me! He said he knew from my appearance how bad I must have been.

I felt such a lot better within around ten minutes.

WDPBL02a I took the evening medications… well, almost. I was using the last of the spring water to have them with, and the final tablet slipped out of my hand onto the floor,

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as the almost empty PET bottle collapsed as I drank from it. The lady kindly retrieved the Vimstatin tablet for me. I thanked her politely, and this started us off having a little natter. We spoke of the old days, the price of bread nowadays and she told me her Mothers sayings in her younger years. My health and outlook brightened considerably.

BJ arrived later after the lady had gone off with her family who came to collect her too, hehe!

Our party of four made our way out of the gates and out over to BJ’s car. Where I fell asleep without any problem or intent to. Klutz!

BJ soon had Resident Dave and me back at the flats. I thanked him, bade my farewells to BJ and Young David, and Resident David and I, made our way up in the lift. The resident Dave, who I had met before (I think?) was a man who spoke proper English and had no sense of humour but was not dull, and I got on well with him. He lives on the first floor.

Oh, Boy, was I glad to get indoors! Well past my head-down time already. I stripped down to the PP’s, disposed of the ones I’d changed at Papplewick in another disinfectant bag. Rubbed some cream on the feet – not a lot though, cause I could not get down to do it properly with Hippy Hilda still playing up on me. Had a wash and a wee-wee. Got the potatoes and peas cooking. Took an extra Trental tablet, already having imbibed the evening ones while out. See, I can remember stuff sometimes. Hahaha!

Then I got the computer on and made up a post with the photographs I’d taken at Papplewick.

I had a most enjoyable four hours out, despite the ailment playing up. And I appreciated BJ making it possible. The pains would have been around if I had not gone out, so I made the right decision in going I think.

Then, somehow, I stayed awake to update this blog to here and then sorted the meal out, too tired to do anything other.

What an absolute Eizel!

WDPBL02a I’d not put the heat on under the potatoes!

So, threw them away and got some chips in the oven to replace them.

Set the new timer and went on Facebook to catch up.

The alarm ringeth.

WDPBL02a Went to take the chips out and add them to the plate that has been laid out with the other ingredients for an hour now, getting all dry!

Argh! I’d not switched the oven on! – A nahr bleibt a nahr!

Turned the oven on, set the timer again and updated this blog a bit more.

If I muck about any more, it’ll be time to get up, never mind get my head down! Will I ever get anything right? – Klotz kasheh, Sorry!

All the excitement of the trip out, Hippy Hilda, Haemorrhoid Harold and the Funny Turn might be to blame… but most likely my inability to survive in life is at fault. Tsk!

6Sat25Got the nosh done at last!

T’was a right disappointment of a meal, again. I suppose having it so late in the night for me, and feeling so drained didn’t help the tast rating of 4.2/10 that I gave it.

The only things on the plate enjoyable, was the garden peas.

I did the Health Checks and got the washing up done.

Settled in the £300 second-hand recliner and put the TV on while I ate an iced sucker.

Can’t recall anything after this, but I must have nodded-off, cause I woke up in the morning. Hehe!

TTFN.

 

Inchcock Today – Saturday 30th June 2018: Mixed emotions and moods today

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Saturday 30th June 2018

Hungarian: 2018. június 30., Szombat

0400hrs: I  woke up with a recherché steely unconcern-about-anything attitude. This didn’t last long, mind).

With such ease and lack of hassle, I can barely remember getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner.

I was even whistling to myself as I made my way to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and the medications.

WDPBL02 6Sat03Dammit! I’d done it again and left the oven on overnight!

The already unfathomable semi-carefree attitude was soon evanescing. My stomach contracted and self-loathing returned with a vengeance. The contempt and antagonism stewed away. Irresistible thoughts of repentance and self-flagellation worryingly lurked.

Worryingly, my EQ was telling me things were going to get worse later.

The clear intentions of what I had to do this morning, faded. To be replaced with worry and disgust at my stupidity. This could have been a disaster that would have affected others living in this block of flats. And it is the second time I have done this in a week or so. Feh!

I did my best to hide my emotions and got on with the Health Checks.

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6Sat05The pulse up a fair bit. Probably, due to my getting upset at my leaving the oven on again?

The cramps returned, after being so scarce last night too.

There were no signs of any call yet to the Porcelain Throne.

A good few wee-wees needed, though.

6Sat04A few car parking spaces down below on Chestnut Walk.

For the first time ever, I felt a little dizzy as I looked down to take the photo.

The night sky looked a little foreboding for some reason. I attempted to take a panoramic shot of it. It didn’t come out to bad this time.

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Still feeling a bit down in the mouth. But, I made a brew and started to finalise yesterday’s diary. Got it all done and posted off. It took me a few hours, mind. Then I made a start on this blog.

WDPBL02 I opened the emails. Oh, dear! The surgery has now given me another appointment, for Thursday at 1005hrs! Hence, I will miss another Social Hour, the second on the trot! I’ll show yesterdays  communications again, with this mornings at the bottom:

6Sat08

Now the Self-loathing has been joined with frustration, and Duodenal Donald was starting to kick-off, giving me some nasty gip!

I feel so pathetically useless. No drive left. I’m resigned to doing anything the staff there say now. The bottle and gusto have gone. The staff do not listen to what I say; about Thursday’s being my one Social Hour a week. My falling asleep in the afternoons. They have moved the blood test day so often. Sometimes they fail to make an appointment for me, I go to the hospital, then I get told off, and I must not go to the hospital for my tests, but the surgery. Thursdays, apart from missing the social meeting, means… Oh, sod it!

I am now such a different person to the one who woke up this morning at 0400hrs, feeling almost carefree and whistling. Now (0615hrs) Full of angst uneasiness and inquietude, almost bitter! Feeling incapable and pathetic.
This being unable to get my message across, is doing my mental and physical health no good. All I would request is: Please do the tests as early in the day as possible, on a Tuesday or Wednesday to suit them. Not a lot to ask is it? But no, maybe it is?

WDPBL02 What a flipping day. I just moved to extract my overly heavy and plump body from the chair, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were so painful and started bleeding as soon as my bottom left the seat? What’s going on, am I going bonkers or what? It is like a different world I’m in. Suddenly everything that can seem to want to go wrong! Off to the wet room. I might as well get the ablutions and other medicationalisationing done while I’m in there. I’m losing heart here. Hehehe!

Bleeding both front and back now. The fungal lesion and the haemorrhoids. Neither too bad, though. Both responded to the medicating and stopped flowing by the time I came out of the wetroom. I didn’t use the shower with it being so early, not wanting to disturb my neighbours. I’m pleasantly surprised that I have not done any toe-stubbing or dropping anything yet. Fingers crossed. All done, I made a mug of tea and back on the computer.

I made a spur-of-the-moment funny graphicalisation and posted it off. Humour and sarcasm about the massive cuts in Nottingham Police numbers. I titled it “Aliens in Nottingham City Centre Scare! Haha!

Then made up a graphic of Thomas, one of our TFZer members.

Herbert above was clattering about a bit, but not up to his usual weekend cacophonic standards at all.

But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in me risking getting another telling off from the Nottingham City Homes for complaining about the noise. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. I don’t want to lose my home. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations with Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representatives or agents on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.

Did another graphic for the TFZers. Making three in total.

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Went onto Facebooking, and no problems today with it sticking! I may regret saying that later, I think. Hehehe!

5Fri005aThe early meal was okay, but  I wasn’t.

 

I reckon I ate about a third of it. I just couldn’t eat any more, despite it being tasty. Most irritating.

There were still no signs of any call yet to the Porcelain Throne.

Herbert was clanging away again, but as earlier, not up to his usual standard of a constant audial level.

France went through to the knock-out stages of the World Cup. I was already feeling a little queasy and unwell before this result. Positively poorly now! Hehehe!

The mind had a feast of a melee of machinations, fretting, worrying about almost every thought or concern that flitted into the brain.

Getting off to sleep was not an option. So I watched some banal TV and managed to get a few nod-offs of a few minutes each. Well gone midnight before I got off into the land of nod, properly. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 21st June 2018 – Residents Social Hour today

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Thursday 21st June 2018

Germany: Donnerstag, 21. Juni 2018

0400hrs: Woke and feeling a little under the weather, not poorly, just hazy… no that’s not the word. Acidulous, with an awareness of my ability for committing aeviternal errors, shortcomings, and cock-ups. I did not like myself much.

This morning, the brain was back to its meanderings, frettings, worrying and confused perceiving and making no sense of the world or universe.

No signs of any nocturnal nibbling or somnambulating having taken place, I tackled the job of removing my overly wobbly body mass from the £300 second-hand recliner with ease, and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna, and Roger Reflux were all in a good mood with me. Duodenal Donald, I could sense was getting ready to attack me shortly. The light tightening and gentle stabs of pain told me this.

Whoopsie2 I found the flipping hotplate on the stove had been left on a low setting overnight. What a schmuck!

Got the Health Checks completed and took the medications.

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4Thu01Th Sys, Dia, and the Pulse had gone back up again, about time too.

Shame about the weights slight increase. Particularly after the decent hobble to the City Hospital yesterday, I’d hoped it would have gone the other way, down.

Humph!

Whoopsie2 The bulbous tummy innards rumbled, and I found myself rushing as fast as I could to the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence had me fooled, he’s back again. A messy session that needed cleaning up after. I decided to get the ablutions done while I was in there. For fear of disturbing the neighbours so early, I had a stand-up wash. No cuts shaving. Harold’s haemorrhoids were not bleeding. Only the fungal lesion stung when medicated. Tsk!

I returned to the kitchen, and threw away the now gone cold mug of English Breakfast tea, and made a fresh one. Took these shots while waiting for the kettle to boil.

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You can see the underfelt on the right of the first photo. And, the progress on the balcony base, which doesn’t seem much compared to the same day last week.

I observed some parking spaces down below on Chestnut Walk. A curiosity indeed. I imagine that the more well-heeled, favoured fortunate few, who can afford a car, have a family to go away with, and have not lost their driving licences through ill-health, might be on holiday in Seychelles, Hong Kong or at the World Cup in Russia? Hehehe! Only joking!

4Thu03I went to the kitchen and realised just how odd my legs were this morning, again, always a change every waking up.

Today it was the turn of the right leg to get more bloated than the left one. But both of them had seemed to have cleared out the water retention a fair bit. I’d hoped this would have helped me get the weight down, but, no. Tsk!

The left leg usually wins at this battle between them. Haha!

4Thu04I went to make sure the keys were in the jacket pocket in the hallway, and guess what?

I found the Wilko Grow tomatoes in a can tin! After days of looking for this, I decided I’d lost it, but here it is on.

Perfectly natural to store a thing like this on top of the electricity box in the hall, with the fresh-air sprays. Well, maybe not eh? Haha!

I got the raffle prizes, nibbles and bits ready in the bag for the Winwood Social Hour later.

Got the yesterday’s diary completed and posted off. Made a start on this one.

I received an Email from the doctor’s surgery.

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No mention of why they did not contact me last week with the results or to make an appointment for this week for me. As for their yet another late selection making this week for next week, I sent an Email back thanking them. But telling them that a 1230hrs appointment would be unsuitable for me. I went into some detail for them to ignore, explaining about my weariness that dawns very early in the day. A lat appointment means I am incapable of getting any other things done on that day. I bravely informed them that I would go to the City Hospital for the blood test. They always tell me off for doing this! But with two out of four weeks, they have not made me an appointment at all. Grumph & Grumble!

4Thu06The Iceland delivery arrived while I was writing the paragraph above.

Sociable delivery driver. We had a little natter while he handed me the carrier bags through the door.

I got the bags carried through to the kitchen and laid on the floor, ready to get the things in them sorted and stored away.

4Thu07Whoopsie2 Argh! Taking some things out, I caught the hook that was supporting my favouritest mug; Down it flew between the bags and hit the floor.

I considered crying, but I hadn’t got the energy. Haha!

Got the things for the future raffle prizes, nibble box off to the spare room.

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4Thu11Then, got the fridge and freezer things in one area, and cupboard stuff in another, and checked the invoice.

Whoopsie2 I had only received one of the two for £4 pork loin steaks.

I checked the email out. They had charged me £2.49 for the single pack, I thought I’d ordered two to get the offer price?

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I found out that the other pack ordered was unavailable, clearly states ordered 2 Delivered 1 on the docket. But they have charged me £2.49 for it. I ordered this weeks fodder from Iceland because Morrison’s had been making so many ridiculous substitutions on their orders. You can’t win can yer! Rob-Dogs!

Got the diary caught up with to here, and already late, now. I set off to the Social Hour.

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As I left the block of flats out onto Chestnut Way, I had a go at making a panoramic photograph. Didn’t come out as well as I’d hoped it would, but not too bad I suppose.

Went to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Area, Telling Inchcock off zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents Socialisationalistic room.

About 20 folks in attendance, including Big John. Put the raffle prize on the trolley.

Had a natter with Jenny and then Cyndy. Sat near Winchester William (who knicked my raffle tickets, Hehe! Lynne arrived, and we had a chinwag. She later handed-out thermometer/dampness monitors, that Nottingham City Homes had provided for anyone who wants one.

Handed out the nibbles, getting myself a bit of socialisationing enjoyment while doing so.

Dizzy Dennis visited suddenly. I departed early, confused a little now.

4Thu13aStrolled down in the sunshine and warm wind back to the flat. Got inside at 10:50hrs.

Up to my apartment without needing a wee-wee either?

Did the second set of Health Checks. All readings apart had taken a dive.

Took the shoes off and to the storage area in the spare room.

The noise of the drilling outside was horrendous. These photos I took of two gentlemen drilling-away near the window. The quality of these pictures are not good, in fact, they’re bad. This is due to the windows not being able to be cleaned, as they remain locked Rightly so, during the workers on the hoists upgrading work is done. I think!

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4Thu15Did the midday tablet taking and got on with updating this blog.

I opened the humidity/temperature thingy and got it on the bookshelves. Bit of a shame they did not put the once English, until we gave away our heritage and hopes by going over to the Metric system, to beg for membership of the EU as it was known then: forgetting us oldies still live by Fahrenheit and get confused you know. We have many qualities that have we seen abandoned by many around us. Like, honesty, empathy, and reliability. Hello, I’ve off again moaning. Sorry about that.

But, I remembered that I had to do some more page top funnies as I had run out of them again. So, on to CorelDrawing.

Four hours later, I’d got some done, while I listened to the unmelodious knocks, grinds, and bangs from above. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling off from the Nottingham City Homes for complaining about the noise. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. You’ll have to put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home.

Now I’ve turned my limited and stunted attention (Very tired now, I could understand it, if I had done anything, Tsk!), to getting summat to eat.

4Thu20Can’t say I really enjoyed this one. Rating of 5/10 given for taste value, no, make it 3.5/10 after all.

Watched the Argentina v Croatia game. It really cheered me up when the Argies lost 3-0, a right tonic that was. The so-called ‘Hand-of-God’ incident came back to my mind, making the experience even more gratifying to watch.

My glee did not last long, for the cameraman showed a close-up of drug-taking, alcoholic millionaire Maradonna in the dug-out. I could not resist saying a few comforting words of badinage and lampooning in his direction.

After the game finished, the wandering mind took over again. What the heck I didn’t fret or ponder over or about, was probably less than what I did excogitate about. Memories of most topics I considered, had gone off into the ether, the second another one presented itself. At one point I found myself begging the brain to stop. Very sad!

Eventually I managed to nod-off.

TTFN each.

 

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 19th June 2018

ZZZ16d

Tuesday 19th June 2018

Yoruba: Ojobo 19 Oṣù 2018

0400hrs: WDPBL Woke up to Neuralgia Nigel’s stabbing pains giving me some stick, and they stayed this way all day, on and off. Tsk! I’ll ask to see the doctor in the morning when I go for my blood test… Oh, hang on, they have not given me an appointment again? I’ll have to go to the City Hospital for the INR Warfarin test, then make my way to the surgery to beg to see the doctor. Tsk! By the time I get to the hospital, then get two buses to the Sherrington Park Medical place, the day will be gone. Ah, never mind.

It felt a bit nippy this morning, so I extracted my body from the £300 second-hand recliner and got the dressing gown on. Doing this, I noticed how the legs were almost thin now? The water retention must have had a leak? Hahaha!

2Tue01Caught my reflection in the kitchen window as I was getting the Health Checks things prepared. (A bit of a shock, but I’m alright now, thanks. Hehe!)

Took a selfie, to show how pale and pasty I appeared. The blotches had returned as well. Innit odd how I wake up a different person nearly every day?

I like the ghostly hieroglyphics on my forehead. Another mystery, possibly an alien visit during the night? Haha!

I pondered over which ailments were currently hassling me, and those giving me a break. Neuralgia Nigel, we know about, he is very persistent at this time. I could sense I’d been bleeding from the Fungal Lesion again overnight. Must go and clean things up after I’ve done the Health Checks. However, these ailments have ganged up together to all take a break from giving my grief, bless ’em: Haemorrhoid Harold, Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Hippy Hilda, Hernia Harry, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Steven, Collywobbles Colin, Water-retention Rupert, even Anne Gyna at this time, all at peace. A rare event. How kind and sympathetic of them! Shame that Nigel is not in the same frame of mind, but that would be too much to expect.

Got the HC’s done.

2Tue02ad

2Tue02abBrewed up and got the medications taken. No creaming, lotioning or medicating done yet, I think I’ll do them when I get the showering session.

On the computer and updated and eventually posted off the Inchcock Today Monday diary to WordPress.

A call came for me to utilise the Porcelain Throne. But, it wasn’t the usual urgent one, just a gentle reminder. You’ve no idea how this pleased me. These ailments being so considerate can be very worrying to me, you know, Ha-ha! I strolled into the spare room to get some PP’s from the box and noticed how rather fascinating the view was from outside. That blue hue is lingering again, I thought it well worth photographicalisationing.

2Tue02f

WDPBL I’m sorry I did now. I clouted my knuckles getting the camera back inside from the little gap allowed in the narrow opening of the windows.

Off to the wet room. Once again pleasantly pleased with the mission. Haemorrhoid Harold was not bleeding at all, only the Fungal Lesion needed attention and a change of PPs.

Back to the computer and made a start on this post. Spent a few hours getting this far. I must get some new spectacles, and the ability not to tread on and crush this pair!

Getting late now, I’ll have to get the ablutions tended to. I do not want to miss the bus up to the top of Mapperley Plains. I intend to go to Aldi’s to try and purchase another pack of their marvellous tasty pork ribs, to have at the weekend. Although my EQ is telling me that something is going to happen, that will change all my pathetic, poorly prepared and irrelevant plans, soon.

WDPBL One Whoopsiedanglepop right at the end of ablutionising. I dropped the soap powder box and walloped my head against the sink as I bent down to clean it up. What a shlemiel!

I have to listen to my EQ, but can’t understand how it works or sometimes what it means. This would be due to my having the highest ever at the time (2010) EQ rating in England, and in the same interview, they found I had the lowest IQ they have ever recorded. All I know is some calamity is going to take place, and affect me shortly. It’s never wrong. So, I worry not. Quidquid erit, omnis fortuna ferenda est. Off to the wet room for a shower, shave, teeth cleaning, gargling and medicationalisation session.

I had a good long cleaning and medicationalisationing session.

2Tue04I took the black bags to the chute on the way out.

I observed that some strange marks had been made, on the outer edge of the lift door.

Into the elevator and down one floor to visit Penny with some more plasters I have found for her. No answer.

2Tue03

I could see out of the window, why the chaps are so extra noisy at the moment. The underseal they are fitting has white plastic whatever-they-are implanted. They have not reached my floor yet, I took this from the 11th level. I’d called on Penny to give her some more plasters I had found for her. No answer, she might be at the bus stop.

2Tue05Down and outside, I took this first photo of the front of Woodthorpe Court, showing how far they had got up with the undersealing job.

I wonder if this might be the cladding after all because the blueprint photo shows this colour as what the finished block will be in? Multicoloured, you know. Hehe!

2Tue06I turned and took a long shot of the Winchester Court flats.

Willmott-Dixon started on Woodthorpe first, then began Winchester Court upgrading. They are catching up with the first block now.

Throughout, they have not stopped with building the new extra-care block in between the other two.

2Tue07This time of the day, during the week, I get to see many folks. The Willmott-Dixon lads and managers, people, going to or coming from walking their dogs.

Best of all, I can converse with other tenants.

Mind you, I have to take care of the lorries, plant machinery and traffic, no room for a walkway, while the build goes on.

I had a funny thought while hobbling to the hut. One day a lorry delivering building materials, from, say Lithuania, might open its doors and out will pop few dozen immigrants. We can house them in the new ready-made extra-care flats. Haha!

I got to the hut as Cyndy caught me up. Only a few tenants in the room, but all friendly ones. I wish I could remember their names, I’ll have a go; Cyndy, Margaret, Doris, Brenda, Welsh William and Roy. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog, by the Management. So, I won’t.

I was feeling better now after having a few natters and chats and felt pleased with the helpful nature and asking of how I felt from some of the clan… well, Mishpochehs (My family) to me, nowadays. Obergruppenfurheress Warden Julie inquired as to my health as well. And I love it! Handed the nibbles around.

But three of them mentioned the blotch on my forehead. Cyndy got out a vanity-mirror for me to have a look. Bless her. I think it was when I spilt the soap powder and clouted my head on the sink, to blame. Tsk!

2Tue08Out to the bus stop and more chinwagging was enjoyed. Caroline, from the Car Home at the end of the road, was with Doris (I might have got this pleasant lady’s name wrong, sorry about that if so), and I was in the middle of listening to tales when the buses arrived. Doris and I were the only ones who got the City bound L9. I said my farewells to Doris, as I alighted a few stops further on.

Walked along to the Aldi store, the taste of their tasty pork ribs was making me lick my lips at the thought of them.

WDPBL Calamity! They didn’t have any in stock, and a lady I asked about them said: “I think they have stopped selling them, now”. My heart sank, and I drifted into a temporary semi-depression and sulking-mode-mood. Haha!

But this didn’t stop me spending a fortune on unneeded, unessential, but I suspect blithesome comfort foods. Social hour nibbles. Fresh orange juice. Strong cheese. OVen 2Tue09Bottom Muffins (Hurrah!). Yoghourts. Beetroot salad. Pork Pie. Fruit Fool. Ice cream cones. Frikadellens. Finally some fresh tomatoes.

Far less well-off now. I struggled with the weight of the bags. The glass bottles caused this dilemma. Grumph!

A certain vagueness of mind continued as I ambled along Woodborough Road to go down Mapperley Rise onto 2Tue10Winchester Street and home. Hard to find the optimum words to describe his sensation.

As got to the bend where the road drops off even steeper, where I turned right into Chestnut Walk, the view was fantastic and so much clearer than the last time travelled it on the way home. As I got down the road a fair way, a view of the complex was photographed, and I zoomed in from the same spot to see the workers on Woodthorpe Court all that way off, too. Not up to Tim Price’s standards, but a fairish effort, I thought. (Smug mode adopted) Hehehe

2Tue11

2Tue12A little nearer and I took another shot. The Willmott-Dixon lads were still busy with upgrading, deliveries and removals.

Not many tenants about, though. In fact, none.

I hobbled the length of Chestnut Walk to the flats without seeing any residents whatsoever.

Got to and through the metal maze and went 2Tue12ain, through the foyer, up in the lift out and into the flat without any human contact.

Had a short, sharp wee-wee.

Put the fodder away and did the Health Checks and took the midday medications.

Found a letter from the Nottingham Queens Medical Centre about the Strangulation Procedure for the haemorrhoids. I found this rather strange and gnomic, as they are being done at the Nottingham City Hospital, or so I thought.

But I appreciate that my memory problems are a ready-made omnium-gatherum of forgetfulness and confusion, disorientation, misleading, even to me. A mishmash of shortcomings, foibles and panic-mode inspiring, self-inflicted preconditions that do not bode well for my sanity. Just thought I’d mention it like.

Put the oven on to heat-up. I plan on having two of the Aldi bought pork frikadellens in two oven-bottom-muffins, tomatoes and chips of nosh today. No football of any interest for me to watch.

Got on the computer to update this post.

2Tue15The workers were right outside my window now. It reminded me of when I worked at Carters pop factory, the noise I mean, but memory fails, and I think this drilling was even louder than the factory. It probably wasn’t, but they gave one hell of a headache. Ah-well! Decent s0rt of lads, I gave them a Nottingham “Aye-up mid duck, you-awl-right?” They replied in a North East accent that they were.

2Tue14The lads finished for the day. Leaving me a new decorative covering of red dust on the outside of the window and frames.

Had a bash on Facebook while the potato fritters were cooking (Changed my mind about the chips).

A super-nosh. I felt guilty about the fat in the Frikadellens though. The beetroot in vinegarette tasting right-grand too! A 9.1/10 Taste Bud Rating was given.

2Tue16

WDPBL Now a mystery of even greater depth than ordinary arrives in my life. I know I bought a packet of oven-bottom-muffins; it is on the receipt. I certainly got it home, I remembered taking it out of the bag.

But, when it came to my wanting to eat them – they were nowhere to be found! I searched high and low, giving up after a while, in case the prepared meal went too cold to eat.

I conducted another hunt for the muffins, after washing-up the pots. No luck.  How did I lose these tasty treats? Aliens? Ghosts or goblins? What a schmuck!

Got settled to watch whatever was on TV. Hoping it would help me get to sleep. This time it did, and I got-off-to-kip earlier than I have been doing. Slept a long time too.

TTFNski, each.

 

 

Inchcock Today – Monday 18th June 2018: Medicationalisticalisationing today. Hehe!

ZZZ16e

Monday 18th June 2018

Yiddish: 2018 מאָנטיק 18 יוני

0030hrs: Woke up with the muddled-mind back to playing its usual tricks and wandering all over, nervous, fearful and frustrated; but it soon stopped when the first of the neuralgia pains like electric shocks started to cascade through the right-hand side of the head and continued to do so with merciless venom. Definitely going to the NHS Drop-in Centre to ask for advice this morning.

I was up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner, taking care in case any dizzies came, but they didn’t so all okay there.

Off for a short-sharp wee-wee, then rinsed and took the morning medications with some tap water.

Collated the laundry and set off down to the lobby. As I alighted from the elevator, I noticed a right mess on the carpeting. I don’t think it was made by the Willmott Dixon lads at the weekend, they were not working. Then again, I have been flat-bound for two days.

1Mon01

Got the washer going, and back up in the lift. A short-sharp wee-wee then sorted the records for, and did the Health Checks, for this morning.

1Mon03

1Mon02I put the high pulse down to my having been a little more active than usual before doing the checks.

The neuralgia started to get worse now and moving, no, spreading down to the neck again, but there was no swelling of the cheeks yet.

By the time I’d done these and took the photo, it was time to return back down and move the 1Mon01blaundry from washer to the dryer.

I moved some clothing that had been left by someone, folded it and put it on the draining board.

Got the dryer going. Then I nipped outside and took a couple of photographs of the flats and outside of the lobby.

1Mon07bWhen I leant back to take the shot of the Woodthorpe Court with the lift lobby window lights on, there were no dizzies whatsoever. Good that!

The morning was a little breezy, but it was not cold at all.

WDP02C Meandering back to the lobby door, and concentrating on putting the camera away, I walked into the second pole from the right. Bruised shoulder now I think. Hoddy-noddy!

I did feel a fool!

For some reason, this started Duodenal Donald off. Why it should have done this, I have not the foggiest. But now I’m having to cope with Duodenal Donald and the (Newly Christened) Neuralgia Nigel. Hehe!

Got a sore throat coming on too. But that might be linked to the damaged nerves, I suppose. Or not, or perhaps, maybe?

1Mon04Back up to the apartment, and had a long-painful wee-wee.

Took the morning’s medications and made a start on this diary.

I stopped a while and made a list of the medications I am on, to take with me to the NHS Drop-in centre on London Road. It’s a bit of a walk after I get off of the L9 bus, but its got to be done. I just hope they do not tell me off for going there, instead of making an appointment to see the Doctor. Last time I made one, it was a six-day wait to get in. Getting a bit nervous about going now. The last thing I want is for them to call an ambulance to take me to the Queens Medical Centre. Where I had a further three-hour wait to be seen. Then, I told they were to keep me in. Then I was informed there were no beds, and sent home after the buses had stopped running, had no money for a taxi and ended up walking for three hours all the way back to the flat, at 0100hrs in the morning. Ah, memories… Tsk!

Done it: Warfarin, Bisoprolol Fumarate, Pentoxifylline, Simvastatin, Omeprazole, Ramipril, Codeine Phosphate, Peptic Antacid, Furosemide, Clobetasone cream, Daktacort cream, Corticosteroid cream, Paracetamol. Hope I’ve not missed anything off. Just in case they see me, I’ll put it in my pocket now while I think of it.

1Mon07The timer chirped, and I made my way down once more to the laundry room, to collect the clothing.

Clothes out and folded into the bag. Filter cleaned, drum wiped and a failed attempt to clean up the bits off of the floor.

The old brush just would not shift the bits of whatever they were.

1Mon001To the lift and up to the twelfth floor.

Got the attire put away.

Back on the computer updating this blog.

I thought I heard that whining noise that seems to appear sometimes, from outside. Had a look out of the kitchen window, but could see nothing. I’ve got noises in the head now? Haha!

1Mon07aWent to make another brew. Taking the Nigel Neuralgia and Duodenal Donald’s hassling with me, of course. Tsk!

Porcelain Throne session next. Far less messy evacuation this one, no bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, and the Fungal Lesion bled only a tiny bit.

I moved to finalise the Saturday post. Then on 1Mon07cCorelDraw to do some advanced page top graphics. Got three done and filed away. Readied things for the bus ride and hobble to the Health Centre.

One last shot from the kitchen window. Just because the scene looked so beautiful.

Black bags dropped down the waste chute on the way out.

1Mon07dThe place was busy this morning. Plant machines were locating, delivery lorries queuing, chaps setting off up into the sky in the external hoists, men out directing the traffic, as the incoming trucks had blocked the outgoing cars and vans from getting along Chestnut Walk in their bid to get out.

I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisational Area, Telling Inchcock-off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, hut. Where I asked Warden Deana if she would be kind enough to ring the NHS Drop-In centre for me. She obliged me, bless her cotton socks. I was advised to call and see them. Thanked Deana and went to the bus stop. Cyndy, Penny, Doris, Roy and Welsh William were having a good chinwagging concourse, with much laughing to boot.

The other residents all agreed that I looked ‘Pasty’ and pale. Got on the bus with Penny and had a jolly decent, enjoyable natter en route.

1Mon08I got off the bus early, and, with Penny’s best wishes I set off on a walk to the NHS, although I wasn’t exactly too sure which was the optimum route to take to get to it.

The distant white building in the middle centre of this photographicalisation was identified as my objective.

So, off I set taking a direct route. At least I 1Mon09thought I had. Hehe!

As I walked along Lower Parliament Street, an ambulance shot over the lights on red.

There were no stop-Go lights for pedestrians at this junction. Took me a while to get across to the other side of them. I realised if I carried on the way I was going, it would take me a bit of time to get around the buildings and double back to 1Mon10the Health Centre. 

I notice a chap walking in front, and he took a shortcut down a road, and I followed him best I could.

I lost him, of course, or instead, he was too fast for me. Haha!

The beige Citroen car is where I turned to chase 1Mon11after the man to see if I could cut-through to the Drop-In centre.

I crossed the road where the car was, and almost laughed out loud when I saw who he had got a mannequin, model or poster of, in the back seat.

Hehehe!

1Mon12I saw the chap in the far distance, and he too was going to the NHS building. I had to climb a bit of rough ground to get into the apparently vacant field.

Walked through and somehow got over the fence at the other end, and found I was within 50 yards of the building’s entrance door. Good Stuff!

I got in and reported to one of the ladies on the desk. She had taken the call from Warden Deana earlier. Told me to sit and wait for my name to be called out, which I did.

Always the same isn’t it? The stabbing pains in the face ear and neck all eased off, as I got the crossword book out and awaited my being summoned. Tsk!

A nurse came out and fetched me into a room. She interrogated me about my condition and details etc. In the nicest possible way. She also said I looked a little drained. And, here was me thinking I felt okay. Haha! She sent me out to the waiting area, telling me someone would call me into another room. I’d barely got the crossword book out, and another Angel of Mercy fetched me into her room. Doing well, now, eh?

This gal went into deep detail and referred to my information on the computer each time I gave an answer to her many questions. She did an ECG I think that’s what it is called. Blood Pressure, temperature, checked the teeth, no problems. Looked into my eyes, Brave gal! Checked both earholes. Then the throat. This was the only concern she shown. Very red in there, apparently? After a lengthy investigation, she declared she’d no idea what my problem was, but said it needed looking into, and I must make an appointment with my Doctor without delay.

I thanked her and departed. Now, I’m not sure if it was what folks had been saying about my looking sickly all morning; But, as I began the hobble into town, I then started to feel weak and unwell, but not really poorly. Lightheaded, vague, and a few memory blanks. If you know what I mean?

Then, the stabbing pains returned in the neck, spreading further down this time. But they stopped again within an hour or so, afterwards. No dizzies, though, I was confused now.

I had a slow, steady walk to the sad soon to be closed down Broad Marsh shopping mall. I called in the Heron Food store, Mistake that! I came out having spent a good few quid again. Got a small packet of strong-mature cheddar cheese. A bottle of sterilised milk. Two packs of smoked back bacon for only £1.50. Some pork scratchings to go in with the nibbles-box for the Social Hour. Bottle of malt vinegar and they had some of the biscuits they name Shorties. Not had any for months now, so being as they were also on Special Offer, I got a few packets.

Not really confident of what I did when I came out of the shop; but must have made my way into the City Centre, cause I had no end of photographs of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists on the SD card I found later.

 

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1Mon13Had a walk around the streets in search of some wholemeal oven-bottom-muffins. But I could not find any at all anywhere. Ah-well! 

Made my way to Queen Street, but with the mind being a little confused today, I got the timing wrong and had missed the L9 bus. Shlemiel!

I caught a 40 bus instead. It is longer to walk to 1Mon14the flats from the bus stop, and crossing the road on the hilly bend can be a bit dodgy. But, the bus gets there quicker with it taking a less circuitous route.

On Sunday there was a stabbing in Victoria Mall. As the bus drove past the entrance to the shopping centre, two ambulances were taking three patients away. I wonder what had taken place?

1Mon14aDropped off on Winchester Street and got over the road without any bother.

The view as I walked down towards Chestnut Walk, was breathtaking, I thought.

The wind was getting up, mind.

As the complex came into sight, I took a shot of the complex with a close-up of some of the lads on a hoist against Winchester Court.

1Mon15

As I walked past the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, Warden Julie knocked on the window to get my attention. She asked how things had gone at the Health Centre. I thanked her for inquiring.

Made my way to the flat, feeling a bit steadier now. Got the Health Checks were done and the pork ribs in the oven cooking. Put a tine of BBQ beans in a saucepan with some Texa cooking sauce. After 25 minutes I added these to the tray with the pork to cook off.

Rang Sister Jane to tell her about today’s medical meanderings.

WDP02C She rang back later while I got the mess sorted out where I’d dropped the tomatoes on the floor. We had a chinwag, and she informed me of her friend in the hospital and was struggling. Apparently, she had fallen in her garden and had remained there for four days! Poor thing!

Updated this blog, it took a long time with the concentration not being right, but hey, I’m still here to lose my attention. Hahaha!

1Mon16Got the meal sorted and served up in the oven tray it was finished off roasting in. A little less to wash up. Haha!

Mega-delicious. Top taste-rating ever think this one, 9.45/10!

Got the TV on and all ready to watch England’s first game of the tournament.

1Mon17What an emotional ride this was too!

The referee was incompetent. Tunisia’s defence tactics at free-kicks and corners seemed to be to get tangled with England forwards and tie them up so they could not get to the ball?

Glad we won in the end, but this indeed wasn’t a masterpiece, more of a farce!

Neuralgia Nigel was with me from here on, but far less activity in the electric-shock-like stabbing pains than earlier and yesterday.

The mind rambled on drifting from on fear to another. Sleep was resisting me, again. Tsk!

Inchcock Today: Sunday 17th June 2018 – Broke my spectacles – Nigel Neuralgia and Duodenal Donald kept me company throughout the day… Tsk!

ZZZ16f

Sunday 17th June 2018

Welsh: Dydd Sul 17 Mehefin 2018

 0355hrs: Whoosie3W001a Immediately on my expergefaction, I noted that everything in my immediate vicinity was dishevelled or messy, like it had been rummaged through, and tossed aside?

Whoosie3W001a I felt, and almost heard the borborygmus rumblings, and the innards churned.

Whoosie3W001a The pain from the sharp-stabbing otalgia in the right earhole was cruel and painful.

Whoosie3W001a I felt confused as I investigated around me visually:

  • The quilt was on the floor under my feet, that was on the front Ottoman.
  • A nibble pot with the lid off had toppled to the floor during the night and rolled across the carpet, spilling its contents all over.
  • Several empty cheese Curl packets were in the waste bin.
  • I could see that one slipper was over in the corner near the balcony window, showing from under the curtains?
  • The pencil and notepad were squashed between my over-ample belly handles and the £300 second-hand recliner arm.
  • Several screwed up kitchen towels scattered around.
  • I could not locate my spectacles or hearing aids.
  • The picker-up stick was actually half on my knee, with the other end having an empty biscuit packet hanging on it. Crumbs all over the place

I had an inspirational thought (Snigger!): This is not good! Haha!

The thoughts and self-questioning, analysis solution seeking flowed: However did this nebech, get himself in such a pickle? How? Why and what had caused these noctambulistic activities What for? Whatever had I been doing? Why can I not recall any actions that may have been the cause of the damage? What was to blame for my apparent noctambulism?

Finally, I decided I will have to escape from the £300 second-hand recliner and get the place sorted out.

7Sun01 As I stood up, on the crumpled quilt at my feet – Crunch!

Whoosie3W001a I’d found my spectacles.. and crushed them underfoot on the quilt! Bent the frames and out popped both of the lenses. Grumble, moan in annoyance at my stupidity, ineptitude, and the futility of my even trying to adjust my impotence of mind control.

I didn’t want to cry, but the self-loathing/flagellation and disgust showed its head.

 

I spent ages clearing things up. Ending up with an earache, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, borborygmus agony and Duodenal Donald all enjoying themselves at progressing my pain levels. Tsk!

I got the black bags of rubbish filled, I have three already to go to the chute, but it is too early yet, because of the noise disturbing other tenants as they travel down the chute.

I tended to the Health Checks. Recorded and updated the results on Excel. Thanks to my cyber friend Tim helping me out with the formulas.

7Sun02

7Sun4This morning’s HC results were almost exactly the same as yesterday’s were. Not bad at all I thought.

Made a brew and took this photograph, imbibed the medications and took an extra Codeine 30g, to try and counter the pains from Duodenal Donald and the worst of them all at the moment, the earache! They are positively affecting my concentration today.

As I was making a start on updating the Saturday Diary, I was forced to redirect my attention to the Porcelain Throne. Not an easy evacuation I’m afraid. It seems things have gone from being under the control of Trotsky Terence for a week or more, to find that Diahorrea Duncan was not taking over. A fair bit of bleeding to clean-up. The passing was accompanied by a few ‘Oohs’ ‘Arghs’ and ‘Jykuglamations’ in encouragement for something to move. Hahaha! Being sat there for such a long time, the mind began to wander off on its own course fretting and considering various incidents and hopes. But it kept returning to the job at hand, the much awaited painful evacuation, and the stabbing pains from the allodynia on my right side. These are really painful and persistent at the moment, I wonder what has caused this to come on so suddenly? It feels to me that it is coming from the otitis media part of the auditory meatus. None stop it is now, piercing stabbing pains. It is almost as bad as Duodenal Donald’s botherations, but then again it is something of a new ailment to me. Letters of sympathy and cuddles will be gladly accepted. I thank you. Hehehe!

I got back to updating the Sat post. Using my old glasses, of course, was a bit of a strain. Got it finished off and posted.

Made a start on this blog.  Got as far as this, and 7Sun07the earache seemed to be getting worse. I went to the wet room to try putting some Phorpain gel on the area.

Whoosie3W001a Found that the neck, jaw, and chin had reddened a smidge and the full cheek had swollen up. The nearer to the actual tab-hole was the only tender to touch area. Oh dear! Guess it might be something else other than an earache? This bothered me a little. So I looked it up on the internet. I think it is, or might be Trigeminal Neuralgia. Because all the symptoms on the three sites I visited, match those I have. A definite must, if it stays with me, that is, for me to make an appointment to see the Doctor on Monday. Too many simultaneously unpleasant ailments to cope with at the moment, this one I can do well without. Dare not take any more extra painkillers, but I may be forced to, in an effort to ease off these stagging electric-shock-like pains. It didn’t work!

I remembered I had not made up a food delivery for next week, so I did one while I thought of it. Accompanied by some tuneful drilling from the flat above. With card changes since my last Iceland order, finding the details required, etc., it took me yonks to get this done. I’m not using Morrisons this week, because of all the silly substitutions they are making recently.

The neuralgia (If indeed it is this ailment) in constant attention, like a sadistic natured companion desperately in need of inflicting unremitting excruciating agony, and getting satisfaction from it!

Made a mug of tea and decided to try the Phorpain gel on the cheek and neck, out of desperation. Poor old Bish Mazal, shlimazel!

Tried to go on Facebook again. It has not been remarkably stable since the last Windows updates came in. Just got going and Sister Jane Rang for a chinwag. But it hard to understand her on her mobile, very tinny and echoey. But, it might be the neuralgia that is making my hearing change? Anyroad, we had a good natter. I must phone JAne back in the morning if the faceache has got better and do not go to the drop-in centre after-all. Then Pete can call to see me.

7Sun07aDid the next week medicine pots up, and made a mug of tea.

Back to updating this post.

Whoosie3W001a The Virgin Internet went down. Not for long, but long enough to lose the settings on WordPress again.

Oy Vey!

Got a graphic done for the TFZer site, and posted it off. Hope Nancy and the others like it.

2Use01

7Sun38Got the fodder served-up.

Grand it was, too.

8.8/10, Enjoyment Rated.

Tried to watch some of the football, but the teams were of no interest to me, and concentration was impossible with Duodenal Donald and Nigel Neuralgia both pestering me persistently.

Many clangs, clumps, thuds and knocks from the flat above kept me company. He’d started late today. Nice break earlier.