Inchcock Today – Wednesday 25th April 2018
Dutch: Woensdag 25 April 2018
0350hrs: I woke and immediately became a touch dispirited when I realised that the ailments were back! Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis and Little Inchies Fungal lesion had been bleeding. However, thanks to the PPs, this did not ruin another pair of jammie-bottoms. Although the leaking must have been on and off, cause there was a good mixture of fresh and congealed ichor that needed softening to remove. Tsk-Tsk!
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner without too much hassle, and off to the wet room to sort things out. Not a pleasant job, but it had to be done.
A degree of disconcertment, fretfulness, self-criticism and unwarranted (as far as I could see, anyway) nervousness lingered.
I confirmed the time of the blood-test, 1145hrs. Shame that cause afterwards it being so late for me, I won’t have time or energy to get owt else done.
To the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.
This reminded me of the plates on the tray in the front room. So I collected them and got the washing up done first.
I turned the light off and took this picture; I have no idea why I did this… ah, I might have been trying to get a ‘Moody Photo’ using the light from the chaps above front room light.
Reflux Roger joined with Duodenal Donald in giving me a fair bit of hassle. My having been almost free of anguish from these two ailments for a few days now, seemed to make their return worse than they may have been.
Made a brew and got the HC’s done. Sys and pulse seem to be reluctant to stop falling?
Got the nibbles sorted and into the bag for the nurses. Then remembered to put the Haematology DVT Record in the jacket pocket, to avoid those frightening blood-curdling stares of contempt I get from them when I forget to fill it in and take it with me to the surgery. Hehehe!
The computer started, Virgin Internet was working (No, no, honestly, it was! Haha!), and I began to finalise yesterday’s Inchcock Today. With a few interruptions for a wee-wee.
Started on creating this blog up to here, and went to have a wee-wee, then made a brew of tea and back to the computer:
I was placing the mug of tea on the pad next to the computer when I had a visit from Shaking Shaun! Just at the wrong moment.
What a mess I made.
Panic Mode adopted. The telephone and keyboard had suffered most. The worst was the stains the tea made to the cabinet top wood.
The notepads got drenched, I’ll see if they can dry out any, and try to retrieve the passwords and reminder notes on it.
The time spent trying to sort it out, seemed to go by quickly?
I was now exasperated and irked by this happening. Selfish-thoughts ran through my mind; Why should it be me who gets these shakes? Why should I always get them at the most inappropriate times? etc…. Then, as if life was trying to mock me, I felt the blood flowing from the lesion! I assumed this was caused by my bending down to clean up the cabinet after the spillage, so, it should have been expected; and began feeling guilty about being momentarily sorry for myself. Even when Anne Gyna started to kick-off!
Off to the wet room and cleaned up and medicated things. Nebach!
Back to the computer again. Flipping heck, I’m sneezing away like a good un now. Humph!
I’m not feeling at all well now. Haha!
I went to the WordPress Reader page. Then the comments section.
Went to make another mug of tea. Then got the ablutions tended to. Black bags, I sorted and took to the waste chute.
Off out on the hobble to Carrington and the blood test.
Blimey, it was windy when I reached the end of Chestnut Walk.
All the same, I noticed how lovely the sky looked and turned to take a shot of the complex with the Warden/Social shed showing on the left.
Walking down Winchester Road hill, the wind seemed to get worse.
As I reached the bottom and moved onto Mansfield Road, the heavens opened up and down came the rain. With the wind, it nearly blew my umbrella inside out.
As sudden as the rain started, it then stopped about two minutes later?
I pressed on up the slow incline with Anne Gyna being troublesome for the first time in days, now.
When I got over the crest of the hill, the sunshine came out, and the winds seemed to slacken off.
This little Nikon camera is not as good as the Lumix that has broken down on me, and it is too small to get a good grip on to take decent steady shots. Never mind!
I hobbled down to the Sherrington Surgery, got in and reported to the Obergruppenfurheress Receptionist, who mentioned that I was later than usual. I explained that this was the time given me in the email, and I was not 
too pleased with it either, the day for me will over and done in a couple of hours now. She seemed genuinely concerned and said she would leave a note for the others to remind them that I prefer an early-as-possible appointment. I thanked her and sat down to get the crossword book out. Had a bit of success with it this time, and actually got a couple of them finished. There are many crosswords part-finished in the book where I got stuck, and I give these another attempt regularly, it was two of these that needed only two more answers each that I did. (Smug-Mode adopted. Hehe!)
Nurse Nichole came out to collect me. My heart warmed when I realised it was she who was seeing to me. We had problems with stopping the bleeding afterwards, more than we have ever had. This indicated to me that the Warfarin level will be well-high when I get the results later in the morning.
We managed to have a laugh and tell a tale or two all the same. Nurse Nichole had to put on a lot of plaster on the arm afterwards. Gave her the nibbles, a sad farewell and I dropped the bites off for the receptionists on the way out.
I departed and walked down to the Lidl Concentration Camp to get some tomatoes. I spotted they had some ready meals, Sweet & Sour Pork in Sauce with egg fried rice, and bought one, thinking they will make a nice change. I flicked through the flavours on offer to get one with the most extended date on it. Along with a Melton Mowbray pork pie, I made my way to the self-serve tills. Where, instead of being ignored and sneered at as I usually am, a young assistant approached me and offered to put the things through for me! This action didn’t exactly make me frailech, but it shook me up a bit. Obviously, a new starter with Lidl. I imagine that in a week or so, he will have learnt and would be using the regular Lidl staffs, nose-in-the-air attitude, scowling, sneering and ignoring customers to his heart’s content. It can’t last. But a shrewd move, cause I just have to go back again soon, to see if he’ll offer customer service to me next time. For the regular staff at this shop: “Customer service is the process of helping people find what they want during the entire transaction cycle. Making customers feel valued. Customer service is the degree to which a product fails to meet, meets or exceeds customer’s expectations. It defines the customer’s perception of the service and interaction within the company. It is evident that Lidl does not explain this, I wonder if they even mention it?
Out and caught a bus back to Sherwood. At the L9 bus stop, I met Margaret from Winchester Court. Her hubby was not so well today, a grand chap too. IF he can get to the Social Hour tomorrow, I’ll try to give him a bit of extra chatter and nibbles, which he gives to his grandkids. They have cancelled their holidays and struggling to get a fair refund. We nattered away en route to the flats.
I got in the apartment and did the Health Checks.
The rain cameth down again.
And I then realised that somehow or other, I had not taken the morning doses of the medications! (Possibly due to the return of the morning ailments?) Oy Vey! This cock-up, caused me some concern, as it forced me to make a decision. Haha! What medications are safe to take, what must not be considered? Luckily it did not involve any Warfarin, the yare only taken with the (third) evenings dosages.
The Trental tablets are in all three, daily. And invaluable they are in helping the blood flow to the extremities. When they increased the dosages of this pink tablet, I seemed to get about on my walks with less bother. I looked up about these: Pentoxifylline can decrease the muscle aching/pains/cramps during exercise, including walking; They were spot on there, with me at least. I’m waffling again aren’t I, sorry. After thinking about it, I just took one of each of the following; naproxen, Bisoprolol Fumarate, Codeine 30g and an Omeprazole. No idea if I did right or wrong. Fingers crossed.
I noticed on the record card log notes that the doctors considered a different beta-blocker for me some years ago. No name is given to it that I could find. Anyway, this prompted me to look up the side-effects of Bisoprolol Fumarate. Tiredness, drowsiness, slow heartbeat, lightheadedness, dizziness, spinning sensation, dry mouth, stomach pain, diarrhea, constipation, increased urination, runny or stuffy nose, ringing in your ears, weakness, sleep problems (insomnia), depression, anxiety, restless feeling, joint or muscle pain, itching or skin rash, loss of interest in sex, nausea or vomiting.
The last two on the list, are the only side effects I know I have not got. Most likely I have all the others. Well, that could explain a few of my ailments and odd variable Health Check readings from the sphygmomanometer! Hahaha! Hello, I’m off prevaricating again! Tsk!
I then decided to have a can of the bean and pork stew with the sweet and sour meal. I got the meal in the oven and tipped the casserole into the saucepan… then! It dawned on this feeble-brained Schmo, the ready-meal I’d bought was not sweet and sour pork, but black beans sauce and beef! Had to dish the original meal.
Ended up making a pan of bean stew, added 
some pork and did some chips to go with it. Sorry about this photo, but the shakes came on.
I took off the covering that the Nurse put on the arm. Not a pretty sight.
I thought I could hear gurgling noises coming from somewhere, but where they were emanating from beat me.
I took me a long while to discover the source of the odd sound.
Eventually, I realised I’d left the power on to the shower, and it was trying to force down water that was not there. Humph! Turned it off.
Got the nosh served up. After all the Whoopsies in the process of making this dinner, I ended up with Polish Pork Knuckle in a bean stew with s few chips.
Absolutely gorgeous sweet and sour sauce added!
Rated this one a 9.4/10.
Washed the pots and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, feeling certain I would soon nod-off. But Morpheus did not come. So I put on the TV, and still no kip!
In fact, I watched the moronic TV programmes for about three hours before I drifted off into slumber. How I wish I could do this when I wanted to!
Evening all, please, have a great day.
Why the brain bothers with these itinerant, migratory, peripatetic, confusing inner-ramblings, I don’t know. I wish it would pack in these on waking-up unproductive, mind-
meandering sessions. Nothing positive ever comes out of them anyway. They just leave me with more things I’d forgotten I was worrying over coming-back-to-me incidents into my mind, to join the new day’s enigmas and start fretting about them all over again! 
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, the body being so kind to me this morning. No trouble or hassle from Hippy Hilda, Harry Hernia, or Anne Gyna. Duodenal Donald was the ailment offering any bother, and that was not too bad, either.
The haematometer operated first try.
utilisation of the Porcelain Throne arrived.
Back to the kitchen and took the medications with water, then made a mug of tea.
unless I invest in a new camera, I’ll have to use the old one when I am out and about for the time being. Why do you ask (Or probably you didn’t Hehehe!).
Clinton Street West in Nottingham City Centre.
Before I uploaded them, I went to make another brew.
A klog iz mir! Then the rain seemed to lighten up a little.
I got back to getting the draught graphics done up. Two hours late I got them completed. Phew!
The meal was so enjoyable tonight (Well, late afternoon).
Had a wee-wee, and looked out of the window at the lights.
Ten minutes later the chap arrived with the groceries.
And besides this lot in the pictures, there was stuff I’d already put away in the fridge, including three more Cumberland Pies. Oh, and for some unfathomable reason, I’d ordered more potato pancakes, and 3 packs of three kitchen towels!
I had to take some things out of the freezer and dish them, to make room for the Brobdingnagian bag of chips.
I ambled out and along Chestnut Walk to the shed. Entered and went in to talk to Obergruppenfhureress Warden Deana in her little HQ room. Had a laugh and while I was doing this, the mobile phone burst into life. T’was the Sherrington Park Surgery receptionist.
course.
Waddled over the pelican-crossing and down to the Carrington Pharmacy.
I took this photograph out of the window in the flat.
Got the meal on the tin plate, added two buttered slices of the Lancashire Thorough Bread and a pot of the Lemon Mousse.
realised I’d left the plate and tray on the Ottoman in the other room.
As I lay there waiting for sleep to arrive and take over my thoughts, I felt my legs were so cold.
I opened the window as far as I was permitted with the locks 
still being on, to take a photo of down below to my left. Had to get the camera-strap on the right wrist and thread both hands, one in each break, through the narrow gaps and stick my hands out as far as they would go, then look through the glass at the screen on the back of the Panasonic Lumix. I clouted the left wrist and the right knuckles threading the limbs back in between the plastic covered security-wires!
And, also, as-well-as and besides; Can you see the dirty-great window shelves sticking out? The one on my windows is filthy with red dust, bird poo and large deep, dirt filled scratches on it already! But, the worst thing is it blocks the views. Very disappointing, another annoyance, aggravation, bedevilment, bug, vexation, exasperation, frustration, irritation and nuisance. Kindly implemented from the well-intentioned caring Nottingham City Homes and the well paid Willmott-Brown conglomerates, tour de force.
Out onto Chestnut Walk on my way to the OBergrippenfhureress Wardens Temporary HQ and Social Shed; I stopped to take this picture of Woodthorpe Court.
When the young lady told me how much it was to pay, I realised I had gone over-the-top on spending today.
Before I even go outside, I had to stop and put the bags down, for a breather.
items, Ahem!)
The automatic Asda petrol station that was over the road didn’t have a single customer all the ten minutes, or so, I waited for the arrival of the L9 bus. And, there was only one bloke apart from me, at the shelter?
I limped along to the apartments, having to stop a couple of times to put the bags down en route. A poor old thing, me. Hehehe!
Did the last Health Checks, tool the medications, had a wee-wee and had a dizzy-spell while I was sat down. Cleare up quickly, though.
This meal was followed with the digesting of the Fresh Cream French Horns. For once, I have to say I did not enjoy them much? But, I still gobbled them all up.
Sys and pulse well up again. But I shouldn’t be surprised should I? All the hassle of late, and with more to come today with the inside balcony doors being installed.
Had to take care, because there were patches of ice on the higher ground.
Took this photograph half way down Winchester Street.
Putting back on my fingerless gloves, I was surprised to see the nail thumbnail, which I cut last night seemed to be leaking puss? It had the texture of toothpaste.
I proceeded in an Easterly direction (Haha!) and turned left on Mansfield Road.
Arriving at the surgery with a few minutes to spare for the appointment with Nurse Ann to take my blood.
thanked her and was out. Left a bag of bites on the reception desk, and set off on the trek into town.
Hobbled along at a steady pace, no rush today. The sooner I get back to the apartment, the sooner I will have to face what will obviously be a right mess from the balcony window installation. That is if it has been done.
The plates-of-meat were beginning to hurt, but, I expected this to be the case, what with me not getting any walks in for ages.
Up to the lights and over down the hill towards the City Centre.
Always a sad sight or two to be spotted on this stretch of road.
shops and pubs have closed down.
I exited the centre onto Upper Parliament Street.
I departed and hobbled down into the slab square. Sometime before the L9 bus was due, so I had a wander around and took some photographs while I was waiting.
So I did go up to the flat to find out what was going on if anything.
for not being on time.
The most amazing thing just happened. There I was typing away and concentrating, and a massive sudden sneeze shook me to the core. After I finished blowing and wiping myself with the paper towel, the computer screen looked like it had exploded. Text highlighted, corner markers on the top photo and a message asking me if I wanted to do something I could not understand, with some sort of code numbers and letters showing? I declined the offer that I could not understand. Then after a while, I followed what had happened, or rather what had caused these things to happen. When the sneeze came, bodily fluids shot out and hit the screen! I wiped off the escaped nasal content carefully and gently. This computer has a touch screen thingy, and I don’t know how to turn in off. Anyway, all seems back to normal now. I sensed that today was not going to be a good one!
SPARE ROOM:
when I started. Huh! As the photos indicate, the top one was taken before I started on the room, bottom one after I’d say supposedly finished. I’m shattered now, and Dizzy Dennis has started hassling me.
The view outside when I made another cuppa was grand.
The lads outside were packing up, I caught them as they went down in the hoist.
I visited the spare room to take a look at the new window in there.
Things seemed a little brighter, doubly so, cause the sun came out, and it was beautiful to look at. I photographed it, but of course, I had to do it through the uncleanable none opening windows, but it was almost breathtaking to me. Of course, it is nothing compared to what they get elsewhere, especially in the likes of Australia, Canada or Albuquerque, but I liked it.
Washed and cleaned up and into the kitchen to see what the weather was like.
Coming out of the wet room, I noticed something had been posted through the letterbox and had floated over and under the radiator. Being careful not to bang my head against the radiator this time, I bent down to retrieve the notice… and clouted my elbow on the heater instead. Hehe!
The leaflet was a warning of what was about to occur in the next stage of the flats upgrading. Then pamphlet was dated Friday 16th March, but I’m sure it only arrived yesterday, on Sunday? Unless I had not noticed it under the radiator? It included:
Started to create a TFZer graphic.
As I opened the door at the end of the flat’s entrance into the elevator foyer. The icy-wind blew in my face, making me shudder and shiver a bit. Brr!
As I departed the building out of the foyer doors, the sight that greeted me, made my mind up straight away, I will not be going out anywhere.
I ended up walking on the road along Chestnut Walk.
I ended up walking in the middle of the road on a bit of ice-free patches. But of course along came a car wishing to exit the site, and it was back to hobbling on the ice for me.
Updated to this point, and went on CorelDraw to do some Diary top graphics.
Completed Sandies Latest Film.
And when it came to settling in the £300 second-hand chair to watch a DVD and eat the meal, it was the same. In fact, I think I might have fallen asleep while consuming it.
The sky looked so beautiful tonight.
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