Inchcock – Tue 31 Mar 2020: Mystifying machinations, muddled brain and Sweet Morpheous denied!

April 01

2020 tttMar31

Tuesday 31st March 2020

Lithuanian: 2020 m. Kovo 31, Antradienis

000 Mar 31

GM brownRwd 60.25.0 2 00:35hrs: I felt overjoyed, satiated, contented, proud, confident, pleased, and so happy, I thought I was going to burst! Then I woke up! Tsk! The dream I was having is best not gone into in detail. Suffice to say, I was young, in the company of certain young ladies I knew, way back in the 1960s and had got a sweat on! Nuff Said! The disappointment on realising it was not real, was shattering to my confidence and morale!

Soon after my re-emergence into mock-life, the regular summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I battled to free my grossly overweight stomach burdened body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, not operational (broke!), sickly-beige-coloured, rickety recliner. Grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, caught my balance, and limped to the wet room. Taking the camera with me, in case the legs had morphed again and needed to be recorded. Hehe!

wd 60.25.0 2 Oh, dearie me! What a different session that was!

2Tue01As per usual it started with my just getting there in time, but things needed some input from me to get moving… “Eurgh! Argh! Oooh! I got things flowing, and it did the stopping again part-way, and needing even more painful pushing to finish it off.

By the time of the final ‘Plop’, I was ready to go back to sleep again and recover from the almost exhausting evacuation! Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled, but far less than of late. Little Inchies fungal lesion had leaked a bit, and I had to go sparingly with the last tube of Care cream. Cleaned up and medicated things.

wd 60.25.0 2 When I got on the computer later, I found this picture I’d taken. Yet I cannot recall taking the camera out of the pocket? Another of the mysteries of 72 Woodthorpe Court, illusions, delusions, hallucinations, infestations, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and manic machinations that thrive here freely, and are so bountiful?

To the kitchen, and I could ‘feel’ Harold’s Haemorrhoids stinging with each hobbled step! Took the medications, made a brew, and felt as if I’d just been ten-rounds with Henry Cooper, instead of just going to the toilet!

WDP 3dRGot on the computer and got the updating finished for the Monday post. And with little hassle from Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley or Dizzy Dennis! So I got the job done in a reasonable time. Posted it off and sent Emails.

I went to make another brew, and as I considered whether or not to take another Codeine 30g to ease Harold’s Haemorrhoids stinging, I decided to do some handwashing. Only a long-sleeved t-shirt and pair of socks, got the done, wrung and hung. Took the tablet, made the tea and returned to the computer.

I had to make up a template for this blog, so I did. Hehe! Got it started up to here and went on the WordPress Reader. The stomach started kicking and rumbling, oh dearie me! It stayed toying with me for hours!

wd 60.25.0 2 For a while, I don’t know why, but the eroteme would not show when pressed on the keyboard? See, it’s back now! Anyone else had this problem, and can help me, please?

I went on the TFZer Facebooking. A good few hours spent there.

Went on CorelDraw to do some graphics for the templates. Not got long left, then the ablutions will have to be suffered… I mean done! The phlebotomy nurse is due this morning.

2Tue11I make two more waste black-bags up, and took them with the others to the chute and deposited them all down the shaft. No signs of anyone about.

Back to the flat.

2Tue12Well, off to the wet room, to do the ablutions and have another fight with the sock-glide. 

Back soon, I hope! I’m back! Ablutionalisationing Report: Dropsies; eight. That’s it! Great! The sock-glide battle was made more accessible, by my putting on some more fuller, shorter socks, that I wouldn’t use if I was going out anywhere. (Cunning!) Apart from the Clopidogrel, in the form of bruises, that was coming back on the pins (legs), all was good! ☑

wd 60.25.0 2 The stomach ache has returned again, but the shakes seem less frequent now.

Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and back on the computer. Jenny rang, bless her cotton socks, to see if I wanted ordinary tomatoes in place of some not available. I said, yes please, and thanked her.

wd 60.25.0 2 Seconds later the phone rang again, it was some con-artist Hustler trying to tell me I had a severe problem with my BT Internet connection. I suggested they go forth and multiply, in those exact words!

Moments later, Sister Jane rang, then while talking to her, I heard a distant sound of what seemed like a mobile phone ringing. But it wasn’t mine, that was on the desk in front of me? I was puzzled and told Jane I’ll check the door in case the tune on the bell had changed itself again. Good job I did too! It was the intercom ringing, the Phlebotomy nurse had arrived. I explained to Jane, said ring back later.

Innit odd, all seemed to come at the same time. With my talking to Jane, I could easily have not heard the intercom and missed the nurse again! The angel of mercy arrived, came in and took my blood. Pleasant gal, she’s been before and was not phased by my impromptu rendition of a dance. A sort of fusion between the Hokey Cokey and the Locomotion, as my right leg burst into a Neuropathic Schuhplattler Waltz! But it was only a short one, and within a minute or so, it was all over. Leaving me with a painfully twisted right patella! Ah, well! Gave her a choice of G&Ts as a thank you.

After she had shot-off on her rounds, I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and back to the computer to try and get some graphics done again.

wd 60.25.0 2 Sure enough, the mobile chirped into life! It was a message, from Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress and Pole Dancer of Thursday evenings, Warden Deana. Advising us that a mobile shop will be calling at the flats tomorrow (Wednesday) at 12:00hrs, so if we need anything, we can use it. Which is a controversial idea, for me, I mean. Unless he takes credit-cards. I’m low on real money, and can’t work out how to solve the problem. The only thing I can think of is going to an ATM. Which I do not want to do. If I’ve got to isolate… Oh, confusion reigns within my muddled and puddled brain! Which, of course, is usual. Hehehe!

I was getting tired and weary now. But, still had to get some graphics made up. Oh, can call Jane back! I’ll do that now.

I rang and found she was out shopping at the Co-op on Central Avenue. Lots of people were in there, walking hand in hand, women with children running all around. And here’s me, afraid to go to the cash-point to get some money! Jane passed on her thanks to Jenny for her help towards me.

2Tue09The latest UK Coronavirus update looked bleak. There is a larger number in Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire. Oh, dear!

At last, I got on CorelDraw. Didn’t get far, the doorbells chimes rang out. No rest is there? Haha! It was Steve the caretaker. The girls from the Social kitchen had read this blog and sent up a pack of cherry tomatoes for me. I’d not got my hearing aids in, so did not catch the name of the lady, if indeed it was mentioned. Kindness cheered me up, and I sent back my thanks. On the floor were two letters that had been delivered, our caretaker picked them up for me, and removed the prescriptions off of the floor onto the trolley guide tray for me. Thank you!

2Tue13One piece of mail was a load of can-we-sell-you bumph, the other confirmation of my rent being paid at the new increased rate.

So tired, gave up and sorted the nosh. Polish pork knuckle OODate, but still it tasted okay to me. Beans with hickory, and chips in the oven.

2Tue10Also, as well as, I took something of a rarity today; a wee-wee! But it as a good one, of the TTSLTATO (Torrential-Throughout-Stopped-Like-Turning -A-Tap-Off) mode.

I came across a tin of Polish chicken ham in the tea cupboard. I was overjoyed at this find. I had the nouse to check the date on the tin. 15th of December, this year. (I thought at the time!) 

2Tue31Finished of this blog up to here, but let the beans burn and chips over-cooked! Humph! But this did not stop the pleasure in the deglutition of the meal. The pork knuckle was so delicious tasting! The beans seasoned just right! The chips were crispy! And the mini-tomatoes, donated by a kind lady resident tomatoes were excellent! The Jenny-supplied apple rounded off a treat of a feast. Flavour-rating: 9.25/10!

wd 60.25.0 2 Contented, but tired, I washed the pots. Unfortunately, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, cause me to drop the brown milk jug. R.I.P. Tsk! As I cleared up the mess, I pondered on whether I should go to the mobile shop tomorrow. I’ll ask Jen for some advice methinks.

The next hour or so was spent watching some TV, it didn’t matter what was on. Hoping to attain some degree of sleep. I usually fall off to kip when the adverts come on. Which I did, but got woken up four times!

WDP 2awd 60.25.0 2 Just got off, blissfully to sleep, and the landline flashed. It was the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital. (I love that title!) I had difficulties in hearing what the nurse said, but got the message eventually. She asked many questions about my health and any changes to life-style or eating. I answered as well and honestly as I could. Told her about Haemorrhoid Henry and Little Incies fungal lesion bleeding a lot. I told her I’d not long taken the night doses. She gave me the new doses: Wed, 0 – Thur, 2 – Fri, 2½, Sat 2, Sun, 2, Mon 2 – next blood test on Tuesday. (I’ve written it down hear in case I forget, and I can look back – Cunning eh?)

Back in the £300, second-hand recliner, and nodded off…

WDP 2awd 60.25.0 2 The landline lit and rang again! It was the Doctors surgery with the new Warfarin doses for me. I explained about the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital (I really do like that title!), had given me the details earlier. She asked me some questions, but I was half-asleep and cannot recall what was asked.

Back in the uncomfortable, £300, second-hand, recliner, and nodded off…

WDP 2awd 60.25.0 2 I was dreaming I think, about being chased by toilet rolls with legs, and the mobile phone flashed and shook! It was a pre-recorded message. I think it was from the Diabetes Health Education ignorant Ingeus scumbags from Birmingham. Not that this matters really, because I couldn’t understand a word of what was being read to me!

Back in the grungy-beige-coloured, none-working, c1968 recliner, and nodded off. Now getting asleep again was becoming a problem. Eventually, I nodded off…

WDP 2a

wd 60.25.0 2 A few minutes later, as I think I was about to nod off, the door chimes rang out their version of Dusty Springfield’s tune, “I only want to be with you”… Oh, dearie me! Will it never end! Still, it showed that someone cares. Hehehe!

WDP 2awd 60.25.0 2 I rose up and out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner, stubbed my toe, knocked the bottle of spring water off of the Ottoman, got some trousers and slippers on, grabbed the stick, and made my way to the door ASAP. I got there, and gingerly open the door ajar; No one there! I presumed whoever it was, had thought I wasn’t in, it took me that long to get to the door! No notes or anything had been left. Had it been Jenny, being the logical person she is, a note of some sort would have been left or posted.

Ah, the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, so rife!

Back inside, and cleared up the mess I’d made escaping from the recliner, trousers off, and the toe Vaselined, and back in the recliner.

wd 60.25.0 2 By then my getting back to sleep was not an option that was available to me. The mind was confused but sedulously active! The Thought-Storming started; Will I ever get some cash to use? Who was it at the door? Who was it sending me a recorded message? Who sent me the tomatoes? Will, I ever wee-wee again? The stubbed toe is stinging! on and on the thoughts pestered me.

Eventually, I got the writing pad and noted down all the interruption to my rest. (Hence the detailed list above)

WDP 10R02Lwd 60.25.0 2 The TV was left on, nothing worth watching, and it reminded me of how late it was getting, gone midnight now! But, I’d lost the TV remote to turn it off in the painful fiasco of getting up and injured, getting to the door.  Grungle-Grumps, Spittling-Splurging-Sparrowhawks, and Knackernuts! 

I took some photos of the bruised legs for some reason. I can’t remember why.

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I suppose I could say, ♫ Fings ain’t wot they used to be ♫ Humph!

Inchcock Today – Sun 29 Mar 2020: Mankind is being captious! Just thought I’d mention it, like!

2020 Mar 29

2020 tttMar29

Sunday 29th March 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sul 29ain Mawrth 2020

000 Mar 29

GM blu01As I stirred into consciousness, the clock and wristwatch told me it was 01:40hrs (Of course, it was actually 02:40hrs, not that I was aware of this at the time). I lay a few minutes gathering my mental thoughts into a mock semblance of understandability and some form of pretend-logicality.

Much to be done computerisation-wise, as per normal. The gurgling and bubbling from the innards, started off as I dismounted the £300, second-hand, uncomfortable, c1968, beige-coloured recliner. Thoughts of how I could get some actual cash, with the ordered isolationing, this was not going to be solved easily.

The rumbling from the stomach area gained momentum, and other things took a back seat, as I grabbed the stick, and made my way to the wet room, ASAP. Where I was well-pleased with the evacuation. Far less messy, less bleeding and not so painful, either! (Are things improving? Am I due some luck at last?

WD 50.50.100 To the kitchen, where I got the kettle on and used the Canon camera to take some shots of the same view in different shooting modes. (I can’t get my head around this machine or even manipulate the settings options on it. So thought I’d give it a go, as the thing hasn’t been used much lately [It’s the one I use for outside shots]) I can’t see many differences in the pictures, apart from the first one, which is a different shape and size.

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7Sun02Made the brew, and got the medicationing sorted out. Olive oiled the ear holes, Saccades Sandra sprayed the eyes, Enoxaparined the stomach, took a few guzzles of the pathetically weak and pointless antacid medicine. Then a swift swig of the dry cough medicine, and took the tablets. I’ll get the pain gels and antiseptic creams on later. Arthur Itis’s knees were treating me very-kindly this morning!

To the computer. I have a touch of ageusia I think, cause the tea tasted so odd to me. Might be the milk? I’ll use the other sterilised bottle on the next brewing; if it’s not out of date yet. Danged Coronavirus! We’re all prescited!

T’was then, as I started to do the updating, that the clock on the computer was found to be an hour in front of all the clocks. And watches, and mobile phone! Der! It’s changing the clocks an hour forward time, innit! This is the first time I had to alter all the timepieces, since the Stroke. Believe me, such a mundane task like this, ain’t easy!

WDP 333WD 50.50.100 It was like unbelievable! Talk about bad luck! But of course, I should be used to it by now!

Saccades Sandra, Shaking Shoulder-Shirley, and Nicodemus’s nerve transmitters, all let me down at the instant I started to try and change the times!

  • I dropped the clock in the wet room and cracked a bit of plastic off of it!
  • The kitchen clock, I pulled off the tiny plastic turner-button; and have yet to find it!
  • The big clock in the front room slipped out of my nerveless hand.
  • I hit my already Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley jerking arm on the bookcase getting it retrieved from the floor!
  • My ancient Nokia 105 mobile, next. I thought about it, and could I remember how to change the date anyway? After a few moments thought, I decided to leave it until the senses returned to working condition.

WD 50.50.100 Fearing how the typing would go with the computer updating, I returned to the desk. Seconds later, the second summoning call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. This did not irk me at all, after the last fairly good session, I approached the wet room with confidence – Fool! I should have known better! What a change! Bloody, massive, painful, messy and frustrating! To add to the farce, Little Inchies fungal lesion had started to pour haemoglobin, as well!

WD 50.50.100 Thus, after cleaning the bodily evacuation mess up, the hurtful task of medicalisation began. Harold’s Haemorrhoids caused a lot of bother and stinging. I suppose with my not getting outside for a walk, and so much sitting down at the computer since the Coronova-Virus enforced-imprisonment, I can only expect this sort of pain. How can I get hold of some more pile-cream? And cash to pay for it with? Damned, Coronova Virus!

WD 50.50.100 The worst pain-wise was the fungal lesion! Gawd it left me stinging and tingling! And where and how do I get some more Daktacort and or Corticosteroid cream from?

WD 50.50.100 And, still, no message about any phlebotomy nurse to take a Warfarin blood test for three weeks? Not that I blame them, they must be in a right pickle for staff nowadays. I’ll just keep making my best guesses at how many Warfarin I take each night. With Little Inchies lesion bleeding so much, I’ll cut down on the Warfarin tonight, just in case I’m too high on Warfarin and that may be the reason for the extra bleeding. Life’s a giggle innit, nowadays?

Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley had eased off a bit. I got the updating finished and sent off. Went on the TFZer Facebooking, then Pinterested some photos.

Then tackled the Nokia phone date changing. Easy-peasy! Vainglorious-Mode-Engaged!

The tip-tapping noise is still being heard. It bothers me in case it might be someone who needs help, but I can’t work out where it’s coming from. Then again, if I could, should I be making social contact, anyway? Life is getting very complicated! I do not have the confidence to cope.

7Sun07WD 50.50.100 I tried to book an Iceland and Morrisons home delivery again. The same result again, all slots were booked up, as earlier in the morning

Ah, well, on to the WordPress Reader section.

Done that, there are some good posts today on there.

Off to get the ablutions tended to, now. Back in a while, I hope!

7Sun01I’m back! And a jolly good session just had in the scrubbing-up stakes. The legs changed shade again. No shaving cuts. Just a few dropsies. At long last, Little Inchies fungal lesion had stopped bleeding, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were painful. And most importantly, there were no toe-stubbings!

Tried ordering again, and no luck!

7Sun11While I got Josie’s nosh ready, I did the handwashing.

A mixed set of results in this enterprise this Sunday. I only did a pair of trousers and the thin dressing gown, mind.

But, a few pickles were gotten into, all the same.

After doing the trews, and hanging them up, I had a look at the fodder situation on the stove and oven… All was looking good.

WD 50.50.100 As I turned to go back to the sink, I saw the trousers slowly slip off of the hangar, and splosh into the water in the pan below! Crabs and Grobblecraps! I’d put them on an old hanger, not one of the new ones that have a slip-proof bar on them! So I rang them out again, and hung them back up, on a new hangar!

Got the nosh sorted out and delivered. When I mentioned it being harder to get food in, Josie looked Gobsmacked, and asked me why? But she was looking well and cheerful today. I think she appreciates the Sunday meals.

Then I returned to handwashing duties. Only the socks and dressing gown to do, I did well I thought, and soon had them all done, wrung and hung.

I hung the gown in the wet room, and was mightily disappointed in how it looked when I saw this photo later! It could be my bad photography skills, but it didn’t look clean at all?

Cleaned the spilt water. Made a couple of more waste bags up. I must remember to take them to the chute in the morning.

An Email from Jenny arrived. She’s a caring woman and has saved the day me earlier in the week. Bless her! ♥

7Sun12I got my vegetarian meal done up and served on the tray. The Leicester red cheese is running low now. I did enjoy the cheesy potatoes, tomatoes, onion, garden peas, new potatoes and, Twiglets!  Yes, I know, Twiglets! They were in the place of meat. Haha! I gave a flavour rating of 7/10 for this effort.

WD 50.50.100 As I stood up with the empty plate and tray to go get them washed, it was as if someone had snapped their fingers, and suddenly I felt terrible! Dizzy Dennis, attacked, and even Back-Pian-Brenda came from nowhere?

I got the pots cleaned, and Dennis was not easing off at all!

I got down in the recliner, and yet again, sleep was resistant to my desires, needs and appeals.

Hey-ho!

Inchcockski – Wednesday 25th March 2020: Diahorrea Duncan dominated day

2020 Mar 25

2020 tttMar25

Wednesday 25th March 2020

Ukrainian: Середа, 25 березня 2020 Pоку

000 Mar 25

GM brownR.02:35hrs: I awoke, still feeling a tad groggy and tired. I waited for the brain to engage gear and the fog to lift from the grey cells, and things became mentally at least, active! By the time I’d had an enthusiastic and satisfying itch around my massive, wobbly, overweight midriff, I recognised the urgent need to get myself to the wet room! So I did!  

(As I now know, this was but the first trip of many to be made today! Oh, dearie me, yes!) The flow, yet again, began of the innards own accord. (It was close, but I made it in time, this time!) The evacuation contents reminded me of Brussel sprout sized clumps, that broke apart as they landed in the bowl with a series of splashes! Over quickly, no pain really at all! Not messy, and only the tiniest spot of bleeding. Even Little Inchies fungal lesion was leaking, but it was so minuscule. I distinctly recall, (and that in itself is a rarity!), thinking to myself as I cleaned things up; “Well if they are all like this, I’ll have no problems!” An acceptable session!

To the kitchen, and thought about the wonderful, kind help I’m received, prompted when I got the bottle of milk from the fridge, that Oberstgruppenfhureress Angela had arranged and one of the ladies had delivered to my door for me last night! Made a brew of Thompsons Punja tea.

WDPH01L4I few moments of Mind-Thoughts blasting: WD 0.40.0. Spirits dipped a tad when I went to get the medications out of the draw. I am now taking the Warfarin doses blind. No blood test for weeks now, so obviously, I have no idea what amount I should be taking! At least if I am imbibing too much, it might just be cutting myself and bleeding to death, might happen if Little Inchies fungal lesion flows. Too little Warfarin, and a stroke, seizure or heart attack. But, of course, that’s providing that the Coronavirus doesn’t get me first! Or Duodenal Donald doesn’t burst open. Maybe Anne Gyna’ll get me? Or the mechanical ticker battery will run out? Or the blood cancer starts again? Perhaps, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters will go into complete failure? Or, the Peripheral Neuropathy may start an involuntary right leg Schuhplattler dance, when I’m crossing the road, and I’ll get squashed by a lorry? No, no, no! With the lock-down I’ll not be outside will I, and will there be any lorries on the road by then anyway? Ah, the part bullet still inside me might suddenly rust? Nae, its been no bother for donkey’s years. It’s a game innit? Hahaha! You’ve got to laugh!

3Wed06By the time I’d stopped the Mind-Blast, the tea had gone cold. So I took the medications to the computer desk, oiled the ear-holes, creamed certain areas in need of the same, and made another brew. I noticed that I had acquired what looked like a scorch mark on my right hand? No doubt during a period of a Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure and the nerves did not inform the brain.

Off to the computerisationing. I had to do a graphic, I had no choice in the matter, this idea came into my mind for a funny Coronavirus page top, I just had to get it completed while it was fresh in my mind.

Then, onto updating the Tuesday blog, but I had a look on the Emails first.

3Wed04Fair enough!

3Wed05I tried again to read my notes to use on the phone call with the help, from Angela.

But it was guesswork. Eventually, and it took me an aeon, I got the updating finished. Put some pics on Pinterest. Emailed the link to my vast number of followers, both of them!

3Wed01WD 0.40.0. Then, I realised I had still got the medications on the tray, not taken. Schmuck! I got them gathered but dropped a yellow Lansoprazole. It took me ages to find it (Well. I thought I had!) The struggle to get down once I did spot it, I used the new picker-upperer (Thanks again, Jenny!) and retrieved it. Struggled to get back up again, and then realised it was not a tablet at all, it was part of potato-chip! Most likely from one of my nocturnal-nibbling sessions). Which meant I had to continue searching for the capsule. It took me so long to find it, I was on the verge of giving up when I did. It must have bounced when I dropped it, cause it was about six foot away on the carpet near the balcony windows! The picker-upperer did its job again. The capsule was washed, and then, taken along with the other medications. What a faffling _art about!

WDP 08L02bEmbarrassing WD 0.40.0.WD 0.40.0. a Odd that I should use the term I did there. Because that is the very thing that emitted from my innards moments later, a little sort of silent involuntary Plump, felt more than heard! I hastened to the Porcelain Throne, but didn’t make it in time! The evacuation again was under the control of my innards. Runny, messy, and smelly. Yet, still, the movement was painful? Had a shower and cleaned up, new PP’s on, and the trousers were thrown away, disinfected thoroughly, in a black bag on there own! Now my spirits sank, shame grew, and a despondency developed!

Eventually, I made a start on this blog. But with the indelicate, humiliating events, my heart had lost some pep. I pondered on what I had eaten that might have caused this worrisome trouble. I’m sure I’d taken nothing out-of-date food in? Ah, well! I was confident that this that diarrhorea is not on the Coronavirus symptoms list. I’ll check later. Diarrhorea Duncan came on suddenly. Things have gone from solid and reluctant, to the opposite in a matter of hours! Mmm!

I was taking some photographs from the window, and the first one was shot. With the aid of the step-ladder and a deal of nervousness (Hehe!), was down below the window on Chestnut Walk. Compared to the last such a shot (right), last weekend, there were more cars and fewer people in view!

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3Wed14WD 0.40.0. I tried again at getting to book an order for Morrisons. But, although I was initially so pleased to be able to get on the site, there were no delivery slots available.

Mysteriously, they told me my trolley is currently £26.90 and contains 19 items?

3Wed14aI then read about Morrisons supplying £35 food boxes, £10 delivery. But could not get to find them on the site, of course.

WD 0.40.0. One more into the breach, I tried for Iceland. Same thing. no slots available. It’s all frustrating and confusing… No, it’s not! Sorry.

WD 0.40.0. From nowhere, disorientation and dizziness fell on me. I felt proper poorly. Then a coughing sneezing session. The guts rumbled, and hobbled off for the third trip to the Porcelain throne! By gum, Trotski Terence had taken over the tummy controls now! Eurgh! Most uncomfortable experience. Cleaning up was another big bother for me.

3Wed35I gave up computing and any thoughts of mind control as the head spun. 

Feeling almost exhausted, not able to take any interest in cooking or preparing fodder, I made a meal of sliced Piccolo tomatoes and the last but one Cox’s apple. I found a bag of crisps and had them with the so-called meal. No desire, hunger or need for more.

Computing left in a right state, I just stripped off, and got down in the recliner, put the TV on, and slowly nibbled at the food. The stomach-grinding began to ease off a little. But I felt so tired. The regular dropping off and waking a few minutes later went on for hours. I had no inclination to do or think about anything much when I was awake.

WD 0.40.0. Then the shakes put an end to any thoughts of getting to sleep for hours. I thought the recliner would fall apart, or I might shake myself off of the chair! Hehehe!

What a pickle!

TTFNski, all the bestest each!

Inchcockum – Tues 24 Mar 2020: Depression reigned, then, a late kindness that had me like a dog with two tails! ♥

2020 Mar 24

2020 tttMar24

Tuesday 24th March 2020

Maori: Rātapu 24th o Maehe 2020

000 Mar 24 (2)

GM 100.100.150RWD 0.0.128A 00:00hrs: I reckon it must have been around midnight when I woke up. And I lay in uhtcearing mode, the mind stewing, pondering over this and that; Will I get the milk and bread on Morrison’s order? Why am I not shaking, Arthur Itis’s pains are none existent, the horrible ‘Hum’ is so loud, why? Can I keep it together today? How many new cases and deaths with Coronavirus will there be today? On, and on the Thought Storm blasted! 

02:10hrs: I waited for the Porcelain Throne demand to be made, and sure enough, it arrived with a suddenness. I was out of the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner and up on my feet grabbing for the four-pronged walking stick, then on my way to the wet room, with such ease and lack of bother, I was almost in a state of shock when this dawned on me!

WD 0.0.128A I had another shock when I got there! Yea, Gods, it was painful! But quick at least. The evacuation was carried out under the control of the innards, no input from me was needed. Cleaning up afterwards, a little blood from the rear-end, but a veritable flood from Little Inchies fungal lesion. That will need some cleaning and creaming, I shan’t do it now, cause the stock of Corticosteroid cream consists of about an eighth of a tube, so I’ll see to it when I get the ablutions done later. How, or whenever I can get out to the chemists and shops, I don’t know. But the EQ tells me help is on the way, coming? I do hope and beg he is right!

To the kitchenette and got the kettle on took the medications, then to the computer with the excellent mug of Glengettie Gold tea.

WP Reader, then a while on Facebooking, followed by WordPress Reader reading.

Start this post off, then update yesterday’s blog. All done, posted and link Emailed.

2Tue15WD 0.0.128A I tried to do a Morrison food order. But I got this message, the site was too busy, message. Blimus, I do not need Romulus, the Roman augur, to tell me of a phenomenon that serves as a sign or warning of some future good or evil: forerunner, foretoken, omen, portent, disaster, or prognostic sign. We’re living it now, and dying as well!

2Tue25As the song, composed by Lionel Bart, went, “♫ Fings Ain’t Wot They Used T’Be ♫” And a successful recording by Max Bygraves many years ago (1960)! He even reached Number Five in the Hit Parade with it! I thought this might prompt a few memories, and a smile or two from my fellow oldies, in these trying times?

Why am I waffling on again? Most likely because I’m really worried about how I am going to get food in. I’m fine now but 2Tue26considering the text message that I got this morning, from Gov.UK. telling me I have to stay at home. Fine! At least I’ll starve to death in the warmth. That is unless the electricity can’t be produced with all the workers self-isolating, of course. In that case, I’m not so pleased. Hahaha!

2Tue01An email came in from Morrisons re today’s delivery.  No bread today, and they couldn’t deliver an alternative? On the plus side, they are letting me have a 9-pack of toilet rolls. They do help though, and with sending little food, it should help my dieting, and I should not need so many toilet rolls. Good, innit!

I then thought I’d try to do an order for Iceland. Hahahaha!

2Tue23

I confirmed that I was a vulnerable old git. Then had to sign in. This took me back to the first window, I clicked ‘Yes’ again, finally, I got thought to book an order, that had all the slots unavailable!

2Tue16I wonder if I might try grilling some bits of the carpet? I’ve got some sauces I have with it, out of date, fair enough, but still. Hehe! The British sense of humour saves the day again!

WD 0.0.128A I tried to get a Morrison order in again. Not having it again.

WD 0.0.128A I started to update this post, and an attack from Dizzy Dennis arrived, that nearly had me pressing the wristlet alarm, and left me feeling unsteady on my feet. The brain might have been affected as well, cause the previously keenish concentration I’d had this morning, became obfuscated, and unwilling, ignoring, regardless of my mental needs, analyses and deliberations.

2Tue13WD 0.0.128A Got the handwashing in soak, and ablutions tackled. And I thought yesterdays session was a bad one. This one beast it hands down! Niggly dropsies irked me throughout. Including the shower-head, three times! But only dropped on my foot once). I broke the new toothbrush. Several tiny cuts shaving. Knocked the things off of the top of the cabinet. And, somehow or other, headbutted the door coming out of the shower when Dizzy Dennis paid a visit! Glanglegloberations!

2Tue09Todays ordered three weeks ago, Morrison delivery arrived. I got it put away, clandestinely, not showing the rolls through the window. I wish I’d got a safe now!

Nice to have some fodder in at last. No fresh stuff other than a mushroom pate and some tomatoes. But I’ll not starve.

2Tue14I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

I’d been working myself into a tizzy since the ablutions. Things not going very well since.

I thought I’d check on Amazon to see when and if will coming me coming, and the delayed ear-wax removal plugs. 

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2Tue24Come back the next day for a refund? Mmm? I’m confused and befuddled!

2Tue15WD 0.0.128A I attempted to get a Morrison order through for next week or fortnights time.

I don’t know why I bothered! No, no, no, I do! It’s called Hoping for the Best! Me? Hoping for the best? Humph! I do like wasting time, don’t I? What a klutz! With Iceland’s web site a no-go as well. thing ain’t looking good for the future!

2Tue10I took a photo from the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking, new anti-photographer designed kitchen window. I would have taken a shot of Chestnut Walk below as well, but the giant window ledge makes me have to use the step-ladder to reach out for the picture taking. Humph!

WD 0.0.128A I got the meal prepping started and put some Truffle-Fries in the oven, then returned to the computer. As soon as started typing, Dizzy Dennis launched at me with one of his worst ever spells. Then the landline light flashed. It was Sister Jane. We chatted and laughed a decent while. I’m afraid I can’t really remember much about what was said. Such was the force of this Dizzy Dennis bout!

WD 0.0.128A For some reason, as I was coming back to me usual grumpy, sour, bitter, self-loathing, depressed old self, I realised that I had not had any Phlebotomy nurse come to take me blood sample test? But, I was not in the least offended, aggrieved, annoyed or slighted by this. The Community nurses, all have the same problems that we are having, worse than us in these flats. They must be really struggling, and in such circumstances, can only do their best again the sudden extra-demands for their time, and it must irk them so. They can only do what they can, under such stressful conditions. I thank them for doing what they can. ♥ It’s been two or three weeks since the last blood test, but it can’t be helped.

While I’m on this, a few thoughts for the ILCs here in the flats too. They have families of their own to tend to, as well as us old-timers! They must also be under every day strains. ♥ Bless em all!

I waffled again there, sorry.

2Tue30As the meal was being served up, the intercom light flashed. I’m really glad I was in the kitchen at the time, cause the tune from the intercom wouldn’t have been heard with the fire door shut! It’s on its loudest setting too! It was an Amazon delivery chap, with the giant pack of instant potato-flakes that I’d ordered, at last! The man left them outside the door and had retreated to the lobby door, he shouted something I could not decipher, and I shouted a ‘Thank You’, as he ran off. And, I don’t blame him!

2Tue31I opened the package, to reveal a ginormous bag of Maggi Potato Flakes. 4kg! Haha!

I’ll have to get all my lidded storage pots to pour it all into once I open it, to keep them fresh. I bet I’ll that whenever I do this, I’ll make a right mess and lose a lot of the flakes on the floor?

2Tue33I got the meal served up. I have to say, that I am amazed at how well the Piccolo tomatoes have lasted, over a week now and they have no signs of shrivelling up yet? I wonder if they have been irradiated? The Flavour rating for this slowly eaten and enjoyed feast was 8.8/10! Baked beans with Hickory, smoked ready-cooked bacon (Sadly all gone now!), tomatoes and the really different and gorgeous Truffle Fries! Which I have acquired a strong proclivity for.

WD 0.0.128A I got an email in while I was nibbling the fodder. The Diabetes team had stopped booking for and cancelled all meetings. Fair enough, to be expected!

I was suddenly drained and the fatigue overcame me earlier than ever today. So I didn’t do the handwashing. I put the dishes in the bowl to soak, got the last can of Pepsi (sugar-free, of course), and got my adiposity ladened stomached torso into the £300, second-hand recliner, and turned on the TV.

To my surprise, I was soon off in deep sleep and I think dreaming about the old days when I was fit and able, and healthy! (It’s best I do not mention what I was up to in my rather frisky, nocturnal hallucinating!)

 It took me a while, to realise that it was the landline’s ringing and flashing that had awoken me!

wd 0.0.128 I fumble my body mass out of the recliner and fell on my knees. (Klunk, double-thud, Argh!) Luckily the phone is only two normal paces from where I fell, I used the swivel chair (but got away with it, Phew!) to get back up, and was sure the phone would stop ringing before I got to it. But no! I got there in time, pain as well, but pleased with myself for getting there on time at all!

With just being aroused, the conversation didn’t all sink in very well. But the hearing was okay, the receptor nerves were the problem. It was Nottingham City Homes, Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager, Desktop Dancer, and Catwalk Model, Angela Gould. An Angel of Mercy as well! She spoke, well, we talked a long time I think, not that I can recall all of it now. Tsk! But, someone, a lady, was coming to my flat, on her way now; With some fresh milk for me! My heart melted as she spoke, I can remember that alright! The gal would ring my bells, and leave the milk outside the door, to keep to the Social Distancing practice!

WD 0.0.128A I thanked her a thousand times, and was so annoyed with myself afterwards! I wrote down some notes on the little pad to use on this diary in the updating in the morning. But could I read my writing? No! Grr!

Minutes later, ‘♫ I only want to be with you ♫’ chimed out from both doorbells. I got some trousers on, just in case whoever delivered the milk saw me, (too much of a shock to see me naked, for anyone!) and went to the door. A female voice said something to me from the lobby door, and I shouted my appreciations to her. The milk bottle was collected, and back to the kitchen, I put the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea!

This unexpected, kindness, must have been what my EQ was referring too. Just when you’ve had enough of the unfairness and failings,  something like this assistance and kind help restors your faith in humanity. Thanks, Angela and girls!

2Tue34I took a photo of the pins (legs) as I took off the socks and trousers to get back in the recliner, I noticed how pale they looked compared to earlier? No way of guessing at why, with no Warfarin blood test results to assess with.

Getting back to sleep took a long time.

For I was having, for one, some ‘Nice’ Thought Storms!

Inchcockski – Sunday 22nd March 2020: Mentally muddled today. Usual state, then!

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Sunday 22nd March 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Március 22, Vasárnap

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GM brown L02:30hrs: Well, well, well, sleep at last! Six hours no less! Within minutes of waking up, I’d decided there was an ode about the Coronavirus that had been floating about in my head, and it needed tending to, while it was fresh in my memory box. Of course, the gurgling and rumbling from the innards started. So a trip to the Porcelain Throne had to take predominance.

wd 0.0.30 I arrived in the nick of time on the Throne, and the evacuation started without any input from me. But only so far, then it was reluctant-cement time! The pain I went through to get things moving again, was unpleasant, to say the least. But, I freed things, and unfortunately, this caused quite a bit of bleeding, that took far longer to stop than usual. And of course, wasted a few precious sheets of toilet paper. I should have used the kitchen towel roll, I will next time! And really must call for a prescription for some more Corticosteroid cream.

Had a wash, the contact points antisepticated, and off to the kitchen. Took the medications, made a brew and off to the computer and made up the Coronavirus Calypso ode. The words flowed out with ease. I must have been dreaming of this during the night?

wd 0.0.30 I had it made and posted off in record time! Then got on with updating the Saturday blog, which took me a lot longer. Mainly due to Shoulder-Shaking -Shirley and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failing both at the same time. After such a relaxed session on the ode-making, I could not help but feel a little sorry for myself, suffering from so many ailments. Then I thought of Josie’s meal needing doing, and I didn’t have the natural desire in me, but I shall not let her down, it will be done!

7Sun01I checked the emails. One from Amazon is asking for a review of the Tork toilet rolls, that had been cancelled! I filled it in, mentioning the reason being that as they had not been delivered, I couldn’t respond in the accepted style.

I Pinterested some photos, and then I had a go at the TFZer Facebooking for a few hours. I got around to the WordPress Reader section at last.

It was all of a go-go, on the CorelDrawing then. I kept doing graphics for the TFZer and Album pages on Facebook. This is because at last, the hassle from Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failings had eased off a little, and became only sporadic. Baffling, even the Doctors aren’t sure why this happens so often, I was just grateful it does and was enjoying the freedom to work on graphicationalising. But had to stop, a little disappointingly so I could get my ablutions done and prepare Josie’s meal for her.

I limped to the wet room first, to get teeth, shaving and showering done, bit with a sense from my EQ, to take care. Mmm! We’ll see, back in a bit.

wd 0.0.30A I’m back! Apart from just a couple or so (5) dropsies, the five cuts shaving, wee’d me off. Hah!

wd 0.0.30 I got stuck into the handwashing and realised that part-way through washing the togs, I had not started Josie’s meal yet! It was a hell of a rush job to get it to her on time! Once it was prepared, I rushed it to her door, taking a can of G & T and a pot of the Toy-Shop yoghourt that was custard & rhubarb flavoured. I had to buy this flavour with a lemon flavour, and I don’t like rhubarb. Tsk! Usually, I take a snap of her meal, but today with the rushing about to get it ready in time, I forgot all about it. I gave her fish sticks, mixed some tuna-in-brine with some mayonnaise, a few anchovies, halved some mini-tomatoes, a piece of cheese, garden peas and my World Famous, (Well, my sister Jane likes them) Cheesy-Potato-Mash. I put less salt on the tomatoes with the anchovies being there) She answered the door a bit quicker than usual, and quizzed me as to what the anchovies were. I hope she likes them. She handed me a packet of Victoria cakes. I thanked her and gently explained to her about my being diagnosed with diabetes.  But being the weak-willed-wimp that I am, took them anyway.

7Sun04Back to the kitchen and got the and washing done, rung and hung! Then, I tackled the laundry. But I felt okay, as Dizzy Dennis and even Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley were being kind to me!

I put the rest of the cheesy potatoes in the oven on a low light for my nosh later. The other half of the anchovies will go on it, with the left-over peas and some fish stick and Surami, well, that’s the plan, anyway.

7Sun05I made a mug of tea, taking this picture of the new kettle making the place seem all clean and polished. (Obviously, it wasn’t, though, Hahaha!)

wd 0.0.30 Then as I was going into the computer, I noticed I had not emptied and cleaned and put away the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). So, I had an INHBBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Barely-Trickling) wee-wee, and off to the wet room to clean and disinfect things. It didn’t-half pong! I mustn’t forget that again!

Back to the blogging and updated this piece of documentary-styled, unelaborated hogwash. I pressed on with the blogging, then visited the TFZer Facebooking for a quick update.

7Sun39I’ll get the nosh done now. I was so glad I bought all those tomatoes when I went to Arnold now, they are keeping pretty well too. I hope they don’t suddenly shrivel. This was a meal worth a taste-rating of 8.5/10. I dined slowly and savoured every bit of the food without any abstemiousness. My coenaculous desires were well satiated!

The washing-up of the pots was accident-free. Well, I did spill a fair bit of water on my belly, but then again, the stomach does stick worryingly-flabbily out so much more now in these isolationing days. Tsk!

Pete WinI got a wash and changed into the night attire. Then got uncomfortably settled on the second-hand, £300, recliner, that xyrophobia-suffering, Lottery winner, Pools winner and flat-robber, Brother-in-law Pete Archibald Bratton had knackered, while he was flat-sitting and stealing my valuables, while I was in the hospital after having the stroke.

Disappointingly,  sleep did not want to come. But when it did, very late on, I sank into unknown bliss, for about six-hours uninterrupted peace, not even any dreams or nightmares! (That I can remember, anyway!)

Nice!