Inchcockski -Thursday 5th December 2019: A mixed day, good and bad, a bit like a mock-normal life? Almost!

1 Dec 05

2019 ttDec 05

Thursday 5th December 2019

Croatian: Četvrtak, 5. Prosinca 2019. Godine

01Dec 05

WDP 16R23:35hrs: I stirred ostensive into ersatz life, calmly, slowly and thoughtfully this Thursday merry morning. The mind was not filled with blasting confusing thoughts, as would it would typically be. There were certain calmnesses and acceptances of something or other that I could not identify. Obviously, the grey-cells must have been active during my sleeping? After a few minutes failing to find what it was I was so relaxed and accepting of, the need for a wee-wee arose.

I removed my free-floating bulbous, wobbly-stomached torso from the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-grotty beige-coloured recliner. I’d like to add that this was done with minimal hassle from any of the ailments! Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry, Back-Pain-Barbara and Harolds Haemorrhoid were all but absent, pain-wise? I know, I couldn’t believe or understand it either! Only Saccades Sandra and an attempted, but self-aborted Neuropathic Drop-Something dance from the neurotransmitter-dying right leg as I moved off gingerly towards the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) hindered my progress. The wee-wee was that of a rarely taken, USBUYWS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Yet-Weak-Sprinkly) mode.

WDP 08L02b WD 60.25.0 I then moved the handwashing on the airers and became aware of the regular humming and droning noise that surrounds the flats, very off-putting! Into the kitchen to take the medications, and sod-me and poke-me-in-the-belly-and-lose-your-hand, I’d done it again, and missed taking the evening doses! I have without question, turned into a scatterbrain, a ditz, and at the same time seem to have adopted the straights of a distant luftmensh! I took the Warfarin and the Simvastatin, and the morning doses later on with the brew.

4Thu01Got the computer on and checked the appointments on the Google Calendar.

I plan to go out early this morning and try to get some photographs of Woodthorpe Grange Park, on the way to the Sherwood Health Centre appointment. I hope I don’t get another text message telling me it’s been cancelled when I get there! Although it might be a little dark then around 0700hrs? Mmm?

I’ll have to get back sharpish, to catch the window cleaners as well. Then wait to see when the Iceland delivery arrives. I’ve got the last of the Christmas nibble hand-outs on this delivery; if that isn’t cancelled like it was two weeks ago! Lucky, you cannot call me!

WDPH01L3As I began to update yesterday’s blog, the need to divert to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room. The feeling of trepidation I usually take with me was not needed. This turned out to be an evacuation that went well. Oh, yes! No, I say, No, bleeding from front or rear, minimal pain and a messy-less action! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

2Tue01Cleaned up, and went to make another brew, took the morning medications at the same time. Then back to the computerisationing.

The finger-ends were giving a fair amount of bother, so very many jerky intermittent neurotransmitter-dying prompted mistakes and correctionalisationing activity annoyed me! But I did get it done, so few photos to deal with, with my not getting out-doors again, made the task easier than usual. Saccades Sandra later stopped her eye-jerking, thankfully.

I went on to the WordPress Reader, good stuff on there again. Then to the TFZer Facebooking, this tool a long time, but I enjoyed it so much.

Ablutions time! Well well, well, another decent effort. The usual few dropsies, but the Sock-Glide battle was a complete victory; no bruises, no blood-blisters and no knee-knocking! Fair enough, a couple of small cuts shaving, nowt like serious though. Double-Smug-Mode-Engaged!

WDPB01LIt was an almost content old Inchcock, who got his things ready, but a couple of cans of the G&T cans in the trolley, to give the staff at the Health Centre as a Christmas treat. Wrapped up well, remembered his gloves, and set off out, down the elevator, through the lobby and out on to Chestnut Walk, and the bitter unwelcoming cold morning.

4Thu03I stood for a moment in the terraqueous-free road, and had a look around, taking in the peace and quiet.

But the cold came as well, and this spurred into activity. And I stepped forth, approaching the nowadays, threatening, slippy, trip and slip upperable gravel hill path!

4Thu04WD 60.25.0 Not a good start, I nearly went over as I got to the other side of the walk, as the front wheel got jammed with leaves. Humph!

I had to take a couple of short breathers, however, I get to the top without further incidents or Accofauxpas!

I decided to take a different route to the Sherwood Health Centre, slightly longer, but there was no rush, I had plenty of time.

4Thu20

4Thu05As I set off on the footpath towards Mansfield Road, a gentleman perambulist on a bicycle, a keen, fit, athletic young sportsman, good-looking, handsome even, shot by me from the back, at a speed that champion cyclist Denis Mueller-Korenek, would have been proud of! The spunk-faced, ignorant crutch-faced git!

Towards the lower part of the path, I spotted some Nottinghamian Street Art at its finest!

4Thu08

4Thu10I got to the bottom of the walkway, and took this photographicalisation, to mu right, facing towards Daybrook and the North of Nottingham. Not a very good shot, blurry, I’m afraid. I could sense the right leg getting agitated, or rather the nerves in the limb, and prepared myself for a possible Neuropathic 4Thu11Schuhplattler dancing session!

Up the hill and over into Sherwood I limped, turning left into Elmswood Gardens, and going down to the Health Centre, and went to the receptionist window to report in. I meant to ask if I could get my hearing aid batteries from here, but forgot all about it! Humph! I signed in and went to the Podiatrist waiting area, and got the crossword book out. I got a few answers to, on the old already-had-several-bashes at puzzles. The lady called me in, and we had a natter while she did my tootsies. I gave her a choice of what to have for a Christmas drinky, and she chose the wine. Obviously, she was a refind lady! I tanked her 4Thu12and called at the reception on the way out, and gave the young lady the can of gin and tonic for her pressie. That cheered her up a bit!

I departed and made my way to the main road and down into Sherwood.

4Thu13 I espied a new to me, anyway, Christmas tree had been put in the ground on the pavement, even from far away it looked a little on the tatty side.

4Thu14As I got close to it, I realised it was tatty! All bashed about. I wouldn’t be surprised if it weren’t the local yobbery gangs who were responsible! Tut! Or it may have fallen over hence the barriers?

5Fri02I got some cleaning things from Wilko. Fabric conditioner, fabric freshener and Fragrance booster.

All Wilko brand and the same Ylanf & Fressia scented. Well, I like it!

WDPT03LWD 60.25.0 It was in Wilko, at the check-out, when the anticipated flipping annoying Neuropathic Drop-Something dance routine started! As the leg flailed, I heard a female behind me in the queue I expect, screamed out loud! It must have made her jump! However, it was thankfully short-lived, ferocious while it lasted, mind! The lady on the till came round to see if I was alright, then she packed the things into the bag for me. Bless her. I paid my dues, and then I dropped my gloves on the floor! She came out again and picked them up for me. That was really good of the woman! She even told me to take care, as  I left the shop! ♥

4Thu09No more mock-dancing, as I started the hobble back to the flats

As I got into the park, another of the nice pavement cyclists came from behind me at speed. I inquired if he had a “#’$cking bell!” But he didn’t hear me. I thought afterwards, he might have had one and rang it? I may not 4Thu15have heard it!

Near the pathway down to the flats, I fell in love with terrier dog. Don’t know why, but she appealed to me.

4Thu16I turned onto the gravel path top and took this picture of Winwood Heights. The buildings looked quite impressive now that Winwood Court has been finished being built. I considered going up to the roof to photograph the blocked and leaking drains, but I didn’t. Ahem!

4Thu17I took a last outdoors photo, showing the bottom field and cluster of mixed housing on the hill.

I cleaned the wheels on the trolley best I could with the kitchen towelling I had with me, before going in. And up to the flat.

I got on the computer, and:

Virgin (4a)

So, I started to get the kitchen cleaning again, and the Window cleaners arrived. We had a laugh and giggle while they were working. I handed them some plonk for Christmas, and off they went.

I got on the computer, and:

Virgin (4a)

I was well wee’d off now!

So I went to get the handwashing done, but no time, the Iceland delivery arrived. He told me the intercom down in the outer lobby, had been removed and asked why? Grand chap he was, we had a natter and said our farewells. I got the nosh put away. Then got the black bags done up and taken to the waste chute.

At last, the Liberty-Global-Crap internet came back on. And I got on with updating this post.

4Thu22Tiredness dawned, so I got the handwashing done, and made the meal. Maple lamb chops, curried baked beans with balsamic vinegar, tomatoes, wholemeal cobs and lemon mousse. An 8/10 for flavour rating.

Got the pots soaking in the sink, and went for a 4Thu23freshen up in the wet room.

The Spider veins, varicose and spider veins, chronic venous insufficiency (CVI), iliac veins, femoral veins, and saphenous veins, along with the maculations and lumps were a little more prominent tonight. Perhaps a build-up of fluid retention, too. I’ll love this self-diagnosing lark. Haha! Probably in my next life, I will become a Doctor, and I’m in training to learn how to cope with the ailments?

Belatedly, I remembered to take the evening medications. At last, after three missed does on the trot.

I got settled in the recliner that brother-in-law Pete broke while he was flat robbing while I was in the hospital with the stroke. He was fitting some more clandestine CCTV cameras so he could monitor and know the optimum to phone me, which is when I am about to start eating a meal, fallen asleep, or on the Porcelain Throne. He relieved me of my valuables on the pretence of keeping them safe, gave a lot of the cash to his favourite charities, and I still haven’t got any that might be left, unspent, back yet, after seven months! Still, give him credit, he’s very good at making his own drones, and is a perfect Hustler, as well.

I soon nodded off.

Inchcock Today – Wed 4 Dec 2019: Help from Jenny and Two Nurses today – Oh, I liked that! (Smile-Adopted)

1 Dec 04

2019 ttDec 04

Wednesday 4th December 2019

Japanese: 2019年12月4日水曜日

01Dec 04

WD 60.25.0 22:45hrs: I woke with yet again, feelings of panic, fear, worrying and could not for life of me find out why? I looked around for any signs of nocturnal nibbling but found none. Then I noticed the mess the room was in; this made me feel worse. The confusion of appointments came to the fore. 

1Mon 01WD 60.25.0 Somehow the EQ knew something was amiss! It told me to check on the Calendar; something was so not right. I obeyed and nervously, got the computer on and investigated the week’s Google diary. And soon found the problems! Jenny reminded me of the visit and had asked the Window Cleaner to call early for me tomorrow. But it clashed, unfortunately, with the Podiatrist rearranged after last weeks appointment was cancelled. I thought I’ll just change the Iceland delivery time. Hah! ‘Just change the Iceland delivery time’! It took me over an hour and a half to get it done! I ended up going on a helpline to learn how to do it! Got it wrong twice! The third time I took it steady and copied the advice onto the notepad. I followed it to the letter!

Where it said “You will be taken to the Payment…! It didn’t. I’m not sure how I did it, but I got to the Payment log place in the end, and then checked on the emails again, to look for confirmation. At last! I got one! Worra time-consuming a palaver and pantomime that was!

1Mon03

1Mon02I changed the Google Calendar. Now that looks more organised and neater, better planned. If only more folks understood and knew the farcical hassle, aggravation and time it had taken me!

Here I was; just gone midnight, shivering in my slippers and PPs, sat at a desk, wondering what had just happened and why? I bet this cock-up must have been on my mind while I was sleeping, it bothered me, and the EQ picked up on it and reminded me when I woke up? Illogicality is no problem for me. Harf-Harf! Going-Bonkers-Mode-Adopted! I wrote an email back to Jenny, thanking her for changing the timing for me with the window cleaner couple. Then realised the time, and prayed that any incoming email noise didn’t wake Jenny up! “Coy-Mode-Adopted!”

Well, time to get the nitty-gritty daily things done. I was hobbling very well this morning, no signs of any neuropathic medicine drop kettle dancing from the right leg, Arthur Itis was in a jolly good mood with me, and Duodenal Donald was giving me a most welcome break. Just Anne Gyna bothering me now, must you don’t like to complain does yer?

As I was limping into the kitchen, one of perhaps the most urgent demands for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised arrived! (Mind you, each urgent one seems the most pressing at the time, Haha!)

WDPH01L4WD 60.25.0 I clouted my shin against the door frame as I began to fear I might have an accident, and moved as fast as I could to get to the Throne, caution to the wind! Apart from it being a little messy and the extraordinarily large volume of the evacuated product, there was minimal bleeding or pain, it was all over quickly (I had to abandon the crossword book), and the closet mechanism coped well with the flushing procedure. I’m not used to things going so right? It worries me! Washed and cleaned all contact points.

The usual droning, wind-like annoying humming sounds seemed to be getting worse. But it could be that with me getting into a bit of a state with the appointment when I woke, I may not have noticed the sound earlier so much?

The Medicine Management member, Leoni is calling later this morning. I must get the blog updated as soon as possible, and get the hovel tidied up a bit and ablutions done before she comes. ‘Shame-Mode-Engaged’

WDPH01L2WD 60.25.0 I made a brew, and sod me, went to get the medications and found I’d again missed last nights doses – Again! Ay-yay-yay! Grumph, what a Shmo! I took the Warfarin and Zocor (Cholesterol-controller), with the morning doses. With having so few pains and hassle to bother with this morning, I avoided taking any Codeine 30g or Peptic medicine; they were unneeded, I’m glad to say. I can’t quote that very often. (Wait till later when I’m in agony, Hahaha!) I even left out rubbing in the Phorpain maximum strength 10% w/w Gel in the knees. 1Mon04Mind you, the Doctor tells me that it will be of no use to me, with my having Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, but she is happy for me to continue using it, as long as I rub it in well, massage the whole joint – doing that (massaging) might do some good, not the Gel. I asked her for a stronger gel, but she said this was the maximum strength allowed. Now you can see why I love Dr Vindla so much, her straight forward nature goes down so well with me.

I had a few moments of my latest medical issue; Hypometric Saccades (Rapid, ballistic movements of the eyes that abruptly change the point of fixation. They range in amplitude from the small movements made while reading, for example, to the much larger movements made while gazing around a room), bothering me, and this is not going to be good if it happens when I have Dizzy Dennis visiting at the same time! A nickname for this, might be Sadie Saccades, or Saccades Sadie? Any suggestions considered, I’ve not Christened this one yet. Haha!

The wee-wees were regular all of the same WSS (Weak-Short-Sprinkly) mode. I’ll use the above name for her; Saccades Sadie and the right side’s NFN (Neurotransmitterless Fingers Nigel) both visited a few times while I was doing the upgrading of the Tuesday blog. But not excessively so, I coped well enough. ‘Coped well enough’; It’s all foreign to me, this optimisticness! Haha!

3Wed001bWDPH01L4WD 60.25.0 I got the Inchcock Today finished, and sent off to WordPress, as the need for another Porcelain Throne session arose. Another rather sudden urgent one. Straight to the wet room, no banging and bruising of any body-parts this time on the way, but I very nearly sat on a particular little extremity as I plonked down on the seat. Phew, that was lucky – there I go again, using new scary, unfamiliar words! My pins (legs) were still a bit scattered with signs of deep vein arterial thrombosis, varicose and spider veins, superficial venous thrombosis (phlebitis), and iliac veins, not to mention the scar from the earlier attempt to remove the door frame with my shin, bruises, bulges, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples and maculations. But nothing out of the ordinary. Tee hee hee!

The evacuation went well, a little more bleeding, but I reckon it was from Harold’s haemorrhoids, so to be expected, especially with my clunking down on the seat so hard 

WDPH01LI made another brew of Thompsons tea and had three biscuits with it. Some people might have called them cakes, but they’d be wrong! Back to the computerisationing, and sent photos to Pinterest. Then had a jolly good time on the TFZer Facebooking for over an hour. I enjoyed that! – ‘Enjoy?’ – There I go again! If I do croak-out today, at least it will be on a happy note. The absence of so many ailments’s hassling. Wee-weeing under control (It’s own mind). The Porcelain Throne evacuations were going so well. Appointment cock-ups corrected without any assistance. I’m hobbling around better than I have done for months, thanks to Rheumatoid Arthur Itis being so kind. I’ve avoided having Little Inchy squashed, and the bleeding is much less from front and rear. But no messages from my EQ about things? Nerve-racking and a precautionary warning perhaps?

I went on WordPress Reading next. Then to my beloved TFZer Facebooking. Next, I made a start working on today’s presentation. This, as you can see (Sorry) is along one indeed. But the brain would not stop working, it kept spewing forth ideas, thoughts, fears, worries and even had a semi-contended note to the thoughts! This can’t last, surely?

Off to get the ablutions sorted out. A goodish session, this time. The usual dropsies; The toothbrush, shaving foam, razor (4), the shower-head (But caught it – Smug-Mode-Engaged! And the carbolic soap. After a refreshing bout of conditioning, the sock-glide-battle was declared a draw! The legs were even looking betterer!

3Wed01e

I then got the carpet hoovered and moved, so the lump wasn’t in it. I nearly tripped over it yesterday. I shifted the handwashing on the airers.

WDP 13LWD 60.25.0 Then had a go at the kitchen floor, near the corner of the sink. I used disinfectant and some Flash, down on the knees, and was doing well with shifting the marks… The Colin Cramps started kicking off! And could I get back up off the knees?

WDP 08L02bWD 60.25.0f WD 60.25.0 Well, I did manage it in the end, and clouted my forehead against the sink housing! Then, Dizzy Dennis paid a visit, bless him! I gave up on bending down. I took the black bags to the waste chute and took the big recycling bag down to the caretaker’s room. Where Steve stopped me, and took the things off of me. I slipped him a can of something drinkable, in thanks.

Back up to the flat, praying I had not missed any callers. There were not any messages put through the door.

I started to empty the hoover for another bash at the carpet, and the intercom, flashed alight. It was Leoni from the Medicines Management Team. Bless her, the missing the evening medications was the primary concern. I asked if there was anything that would flash as a reminder, as opposed to ringing or buzzing? She accepted the idea and said she would find out and get back to me.

WDP 12dI explained the problem with the water tablets being in the blister packs when they are taken on an as-and-when needed basis. And the identification of between the beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate), Codeine 30g and the Water tablets (Furosemide) was difficult with them all looking similar. She phoned the chemist for me and arranged for them to be loose on future prescriptions – how kind of her.

I then asked her if she would ring the phlebotomy, and ask about when the nurse will be calling. She was told today, sometime. Fair enough, I’ll not go out then! I thanked her very much and off she went, reminding me that she will get back in touch with me when she sorts out the reminder alarm availability chances. Leoni had called before. She was a kind amiable lady, patient and read with quips and a ready smile!

I made a brew of tea, and got decoking, blowing the tubes through the hearing aids and changing the batteries. The neurotransmitter’s insensitivity kicked in, and I had a few picking up retrieving tasks to do. Amongst the dropsies were prodders, batteries, hearing aids, tubes and various tools! Each one proving harder to pick up than the previous one. Hahaha!

3Wed01gaThen I got back to updating this post. Wondering what time the Phlebotomy nurse might arrive. I was beginning to get a little hungry now. Especially with knowing the unhealthily fatty, but delicious New Zealand lamb, mint, mushrooms and cheesy-potatoes were for dinner!

3Wed01fI got the mushrooms on the simmer, with a bit of lamb gravy and a splash of Sukang Puti extra-strong vinegar.

And the intercom lit up! It was the deliciously desirable, gorgeous, twinkling-eyed Polish Phlebotomy Nurse ♥ come to take my blood!

She had a chinwag while doing me (I wish! Hehehe!) She had a peep at the Inchcock Today and told me of a patient in another High Rise block, who had slipped in Lidl’s on Carlton Road, and broke her pelvis! She also said to me, that if ever she can’t get in and leaves a note through the door, this means she will be calling again, the following day, so now I know! Two wonderful women have now called on me! Lucky devil!

3Wed23I got on with this blog while the lamb cooked. Then got the meal served up.

Another success for the old chap this one. Flavour rating of 8/10. I’d put far too much cheese in the potatoes than I had meant to, but it was good!

I washed the pots, then did the handwashing.

Had a Dizzy Dennis attack while I was in the kitchen (I think), blown if I’m sure what happened afterwards, but in the morning I found I had missed the evening medications again!

Inchcockski – Monday 2nd December 2019: Failure, is part of my psyche, I’ve never known any alternative!

1 Dec 02

2019 ttDec 02

Well, I copied it from Wikipedia!

Monday 2nd December 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 2il Rhagfyr 2019

01Dec 02

WD 0.30.0B 23:15hrs: I woke, coughed, passed wind, and struggled out of the £300 second-hand, horrendously stained-mucky beige-coloured, c 1968 recliner! The Porcelain Throne being my main point of concentration. I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick and manoeuvred my way around the clothes airer and bits of either nocturnal nibbling or some overnight disaster, to the wet room. With seconds to spare, I got seated as the evacuation began. Quick and painful, but not in the least messy, but the after-haemorrhaging was extravasate-like. Which may point to the internal haemorrhoids bleeding (which I can cope with and understand), or some other new problem? Oh, dear!

1Mon06WDP 11gRWD 0.30.0B Well, by Jiiminee, the pins (legs) had most certainly changed since yesterday! I wonder if the increase in the INR level affects the legs veins? I sure have a mess of assorted Clopidogrel grooves and ridges, varicose and spider veins, thrombosis (phlebitis). Chronic venous insufficiency (CVI), spots, bruises, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples and maculations. All showing through this morning! And RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) and BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) joining in as well. Cor Blimus! What a state! I’m eager to see how they will look in the morning, probably back to the calm state, I hope so anyway. This photo is one for the Tate Gallery. Hehehe!

I washed, medicated and contact points were antisepticated, and back to investigate the mess on the carpet near the recliner.

WDP 11eLWD 0.30.0B Lucky for me, the detritus was only from my nocturnal nibbling, which I have no memory of again? But a right feasting session I must have had. Crumbs from noshing some puff-pastry fingers and a few scattered chocolate peanuts were cleaned up. Leaving me with Back-Pain-Brenda and AIR (Arthur Itis Rheumatoid) giving me some hassle and discomfort. As I got upright, I spotted an empty salt & vinegar rice-pops bag as well, so collected it, dropped it in the waste bin and went to the kitchen, initially to take the medications.

WDPT03LWD 0.30.0B Boing! Again I had missed taking the evening medications. I took them and decided to take the mornings later on. Moved the handwashing on the airers. Made a brew, and got on the computer to make a start on the updating of the Sunday blog.

As I was setting things up, an idea for a funny (at least I thought so) poem came into my mind. I abandoned starting the post updating and got on with writing, no, creating the humorous ode. It just flowed! I title it Random, waffling thoughts from Inchcock!

Got it all finished, made a graphic and sent got off to WordPress.

Did the updating. With a horrendously unsatisfying stuck indoors day, only a couple of photos were taken, so it didn’t take too long to do.

Then another cuppa (the wee-wees were all SGSS [Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying] ones), and adjusted the handwashing again, and took three photographs of the view from the unwanted, unliked, impossible to reach to clean, light & view-blocking, thick-frames new windows. All in Night Panorama mode.

1Mon04

Nothing like as good as they looked on the camera viewer, Tsk!

I made a start on this post. Then went on the WordPress reader.

Bikkies dunked in a mug of tea, before the ablutionalisationalistic session.

Which was a stand-up-at-the-sink style, as it was a little too early to use the noisy shower! But it went well. Dropsies were again pestering, the toothpaste tube and brush (2), carbolic soap (getting less often now the bar is wearing down in size), flannel, and spectacles. The sock-glide battle was a draw.

I made up some black bags and took them to the waste chute. Got the nibbles in the bag, all dressed warmly and set off to the Winwood Court located ILC Sturmscharfhreress Warden’s Interview room and holding cell. Down in the lift, and along the link-passage. Swiped the door, and into the amazingly-warm welcoming walkway in Winwood Court. To the Sheriff’s office, and handed out the nibbles and Christmas treats and had a mini-natter. Then, into the big Winwood Social Room, had a chinwag with John and Welsh William then I moved along the second link passage to Winchester Court. Their foyer was being done-up, so we had to walk around the lift lobby an1Mon07d through links to the caretaker’s room, and out into the bright heatless sunshine and shiver-making cold!

I took a moody shot of the flats, with Woodthorpe Court being highlighted my heatless sunshine, showing the L9 bus stop sign.

1Mon08A decent ganglet of Winwoodonians had gathered at the bus stop, with a group waiting behind in the Winchester Rubbish cover, trying to keep warm. Angela, Chrissie, Roy with his deadly-to-others, shopping trolley. And the young very-well-off, fit, good-looking, everybody-loves-him, educated, gambling-mad, Nottingham Forest supporter, and family man Malcolm. Who resides two flats away from where I do (in comparative poverty). But it doesn’t bother me! Hahaha! Grand chap.

WDP 11fLWD 0.30.0B We were soon in town. Dropped off on Parliament Street, and hobbled to the Wilko Store. I went straight to where I found the kettle I liked the other day. But could not locate any on the shelves.  I eventually found an assistant to ask for help. She told me they had sold out, but she thinks some more should be arriving soon. What a shame! I pondered and made a decision. (It does happen, not very often I admit) As the Tuesday’s current After-Stroke Sessions have now ended, I would take a long hobble into Arnold in the morning, get some exercise, and call at Asda (Walmart), to get a kettle and some headphones from there! 

WDP 11eLWD 0.30.0B So, I thanked her and departed, along the road and into the Poundland Store. Where I arrived at the self-serve checkout and got a bit flustered! It was hectic, and I had a struggle with the Autonomic nerves causing me to drop so many items, it was embarrassing! I lost a bottle of disinfectant, then later a bag of sliced wholemeal cobs, and the most annoying one, the bag of Sherbert Saucers, or rather my efforts to pick it up! The nerve-ends were not responding to touch, and I kept on dropping it repeatedly! I tried with the left hand, but the Peripheral neuralgia-affected right side, would not support my weight as I leant against the checkout to get down. All-in-all, a farce! I could sense the impatience from the poor shoppers behind me in the queue. The area was in pandemonium, with everyone seemingly in a mad rush? Oh, dearie me!

1Mon09No good Samaritan to help or rescue this time, but in the end, I did retrieve the bag of Sherbert Saucers, paid and scuttled wobblingly out of the shop with a reddened face. Out on to Parliament Street, and into a mob of Nottinghamians, milling, rushing, threateningly around. I decided I’d had enough of this hassle, 1Mon09aand made my way towards the Slab Square, on my way to the L9 bus stop, to retreat.

The Poundland Store escapade had left me feeling a tad unconfident and nervous.

1Mon09bI limped around the Slab Square for a few minutes, avoiding the market and many game stall crowds. I took this photographicalisation of a tram leaving the City Centre. There was a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist in there when I took the shot, but he’s not there now. At least, I can’t find him. Hehe!

Up to the bus stop, and Louis from the Winchester Court flats was at the bus stop, and we had a natter waiting for the bus to arrive, late, which had us both a bit worried. It came late, and I sat in a different side-saddle seat, so I could chinwag with Louis. Which proved to be a mistake. There was no corner-back support to snuggle into on this seat, and I spent a harrowing journey back to the flats, struggling to stay in the position! Tsk!

Many other tenants joined us en route. Back at the flats, they all alighted, and I followed. But there was no chance of my catching them for a natter.

6Sat14I got through the Winchester round-about route, to the walk-through to the Winwood Social Room, empty, and then through the lobby into the Winwood-Woodthorpe link walkway. I met Riechsfhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana going in the opposite direction, we shared a few words and a 1Mon10smile. Which was nice!

Into the coldness of Woodthorpe Court, goose-pimples! I turned to take a picture of the new mobility-scooter storage and charging room.

1Mon11Then turned back, to take a shot of Woodthorpe lift lobby, and Christmas tree at the end. It looked to me as if the caretaker Steve, had been busy cleaning it up, while I’d been out galavanting. I reckon the lighting had been worked on as well, it was beautiful and bright in here today.

1Mon12In the elevator, the, whatever it was, that the Wilmott-Dixon lads had scraped the polished steel with, had done an excellent job on it. Luckily, it masked my reflection when I took the snap, so it isn’t all bad. Hahaha!

Up to the flat, got in and reflected on the altercations I’d had at the Poundland tills. If the nerves keep playing up like this, I could be in trouble and might need some assistant or help soon?

Josie called to return the plate, cutlery and tray from her Sunday nosh. She mentioned how much she enjoyed it. She handed me some salad and tomatoes, bless her. I’d just bought some ham trimmings from the Poundland shop, and will have lettuce, Dagwood style, later, I thanked her.

1Mon13I got some battered onions in the oven, and while they cooked, I got the plate of salad and Dogwood style wholemeal mini-cob sarnies made up. Added the onions, and with one of the Morrison substituted crap, flavourless, bruised apples, and a lemon mousse, completed the meal. It was good. 6/10 for taste-rating, it would have been higher, but for the lousy Morrison delivered pathetically insipid bashed about damaged, unwanted, horrible Braeburn apple!

I got the washing-up done. The handwashing was done, wrung and hung!

I got settled to watch a DVD – James Bond’s Moonraker. And what bits I stayed awake for, were better than I remembered them. The rewinding was regular. Hehe!

I had a DAAOJ (Drip-And-All-Over-Job) wee-wee. Back in the recliner that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC camera and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later)

WDP 14LWD 0.30.0B Where the mind-storming got out of hand. Worries, fears, inequalities, unfairness, Government and politician shenanigans, my ailments, global-warming. Even aliens living amongst us, murderers and terrorists freed to kill again. Brexit and the coming end of the world. All had a share of the waffle and confusion pinging and bouncing about in my mind.

I must have got to sleep eventually, cause I woke up later.

Inchcockski – Saturday 30th November 2019: Cold, foggy day indoors, computerisationing, mostly.

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Saturday 30th November 2019

Dutch: Zaterdag 30 November 2019

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WDP 02lbWD 100.20.0 23:00hrs: I stirred into ersatz life, almost semi-automatically detached my lumbering, rubbery, flobby-body from the £300 second-hand rusty, rickety-recliner. Up onto my feet, grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, and made my way for a wee-wee, stubbing my toe against the Ottoman, dropped the four-pronged walking stick and knocked over the spring water bottle!

The none-urgent wee-weeing had to wait, while I cleared up the mess I’d made. Miraculously, the ailments were mostly being kind to me this morning, apart from the Peripheral Neuralgia, of course, that will never improve, and slowly as the day went on, Arthur Itis got steadily worse. Nae bothers, from Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Duodenal Donald, Hernia Henry, Back-Pain-Brenda, Dizzy Dennis, any Eye-Zipping-Zelda (Saccades), headaches or Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing. As I made my way to the wee-wee hut, I felt a little strange, not ill, sick or depressed, just peculiar, I suppose.

The weeing was of the MES (Marathon-Endless-Sprinkling) variety, then I needed to use the Porcelain Throne. So I had time for a good thinking session. I decided that the recent change in my fortunes, not having anywhere near so many cock-ups and calamities yesterday, must have confused my brain? It’s just not used to anything going right and lack of pains, you know! Hehehe! It can’t last! And also, besides and as well, (LIFL) Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was not bleeding! I can’t claim the same for Harold’s Haemorrhoids though, but not a lot.

WDP 4GL6Sat04WD 100.20.0 So, I made a brew, took the medications and made an early start on making up some graphics. I’m afraid the optimism of an hour ago, had diminished! The failing neurotransmitter from finger-tips to brain got worse. So, it became too much of a hassle to keep on CorelDrawing. I began the updating of Friday’s post. Which took me hours to get done. But with blind-faith, dedicated stupidity, several mugs of tea, and even more wee-wees, All of the MES) type, I got it finished and sent off to WordPress.

I made another mug of tea and had an  MES wee-wee. I took two pictures from the unwanted, unliked, unsafe, impossible to clean, thick-framed, light and view-blocking new kitchen window. Of roughly the same view. The one on the left in Night Landscape, the right one, in Aperture Priority mode. Which do you think is the best. please? I’d like to get the best out of this Nikon camera. The Canon, even with Tim’s help from New Mexico, I can’t cope with all the things you have to go through to change anything, too complicated for a docile, uneducated old thing like me! Hehe!

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I made a start on this post. Got as far as here, and found a photo that I had forgotten to use yesterday. When I was going for the bus home from town, I came across a crowd of anti-capitalist protesters, on King Street.

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Here is a link to the chaos they caused. Anticapitalist-Climate Change Nottingham Protest

No mention of them nearly knocking me over when they rushed up the road, I see! Tsk!

7Sun01I went on TFZer Facebooking. Then had to get back and try the graphicationalisationing again on CorelDraw. Hours later, I’d 2×3 done, suffice for just three posts. In between correcting and amending the work, several mugs of tea, and three MES type wee-wee visits. The fog us coming down a little thicker now. I tried to continue with the graphicalisationing, but the finger-ends damaged Polyneuropathy nerves and Clopidogrel, were just to bad to carry on. I was disappointed and cheesed-off with this. I fear the end to graphicationalisationing might be close, now.

7Sun02Then, as I considered doing the handwashing, Dizzy Dennis had ago at me. I saw that the Nottingham City Homes supplied monitor was indicating that the Humidity was a fair bit under the green zone. Not that I can remember what someone told me about what it meant. I am thick and blessed with a bad memory!

7Sun03Then I spotted that the mist had grown a little thicker, too.

Arthur Itis was till unhappy with me, and Dizzy Dennis had another bash too. This is not good. But I have to try to get at least tomorrow’s template done. Here goes, I’ll give it a bash again, hello, the headache has started again now. Grumph!

7Sun04I may have been computing for too long. But I love doing the blog and graphics. I heard a noise like something falling, so had to investigate the cause, for fear that it might be something dangerous. After scrutinising, I found it was some mail coming through the letterbox.  Two junk mail, and a letter from the Sherwood Health Clinic, advising me they had rearranged the appointment they cancelled last Thursday and gave one for next Thursday the 5th at 08:50hrs. Fair enough!

7Sun05The headache was getting worse, so I nipped into the kitchen, and took an extra Codeine 30g, cause the head was suffering.

I opened the unwanted, thick-framed, light and view-blocking kitchen window, and took a picture of the now very thick fog!

Another attack from Dizzy Dennis. They were not massive ones, but annoying, and I only thought I might go over, once. So copeable with, but niggling.

I decided that the handwashing and CorelDrawing will have to wait, or just be left undone! I was struggling even with just typing now, thought it was a good idea to get the meal sorted while I could. I was not in a good state, but have been worse, and things can change. Typing is out of the question just now. The nerve-ends and Dizzies put paid to that. I see how things go. Must take care when handling the hot stuff when cooking.

6Sat05I struggled to stay awake when eating my dinner. Taste rating of 8.6/10. All eaten, then pots washed, and down to watch a DVD film, another good oldie, and goodie-winning, ‘Last Stand’ Watched the first five minutes or so, and drifted off to sleep. Woke for the last few minutes of the movie.

Turned off the DVD and TV… Zzzz!