Inchcock – Sunday 10th February 2019: An exasperating, frustrative and disillusioning day with medical problems thrown in… All normal then! Hehe!

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2019 Feb 10

Sunday 10th February 2019

Hungarian: 2019. február 10., vasárnap

23:10hrs: I woke and immediately recognised that I felt in good shape physically. No dizzies, shakes, or botherations from Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Back-Pain-Brenda, Reflux Roger, Duodenal Donald, Hernia Harry or the Pins (legs). Kidney-Zone-Zorba was the only ache or pain this morning. Amazed I was! 

WD48.0.0 However; my mental cognitivity, psychologically and perhaps psychically, was a little contumacious. The thoughts were wayward and hard to organise or control, regulate, restrain or repress. Usually, after waking, the call to the Porcelain Throne would save me from such hassles, but today, the call came later than it usually would. Tsk! 

Out of £300 second-hand, 1968 rickety recliner. Minutes later I was saved the mental torment by a bout of Nonallergic Rhinitis (chronic sneezing), that took my mind off of my mind… if you see what I mean? The need for a wee-wee also helped.

WD48.0.0 I grabbed the Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket: and what a pathetic urinalisation it was too! I spent about twenty-seconds waiting for it to start, then a couple of weak 7Sun03splashes, well, more like dribbles, and it was all over! But it still hurt! I had to give this mode of wee-wee a new acronym. HHPWW (Half-Hearted-Painful-Wee-wee). Hehe!

Off to the kitchen to chop and put the mushrooms in the crock-pot to marinate in water with some Balsamic vinegar added to them, for later.

7Sun07aWD48.0.0 Oh, a little tip for you all here. Always take the knife you are slicing your mushrooms with, out of your hand if your nose itches! You’re welcome! Tsk!

WD48.0.0 Then, I went to start the Health Checks. For some unknown-to-me reason, it seems that last night when I was half out of it and did the checks, I’d put the sphygmomanometer back in the wrong drawer? Hey-ho! I found it eventually.

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Sys was very high this time. Oy Vey!

The late call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wetroom. All over in seconds and not so messy.

WD48.0.0 But the accompanying HHPWW, I had to wait several moments for its starting, then it was all over in two seconds! I don’t know if this sudden c7Sun02hange in the wees-wees is good or bad?

Checked the pins and pictured them. A few more papsules and spider-veins and the knees looked a bit warped again. But I’m not complaining in the least. The fluid content had gone down very well. I’ve only just noticed, the left knee looked like part of a Dalek or a one-eyed alien from a film, comic or TV, but I can’t place which one7Sun02a. Hahaha!

The only thing that caught me out was when I pulled up the jammie-bottoms and an annoying stinging pain emanated from the right ankle. I carried on cleaning up and went to the front room to take a close look, with the foot on the Ottoman. A very light red sort of, what’s the word, erm… swelling had appeared just above the ankle, above the new blood papsule. Boy, it stung! But I put some Germolene on it, and as long as I don’t catch it, I can’t feel it. The mysteries continue! It’ll be fun when I have to put the sock back on!

Another very short HHPWW was taken. Then I got the clothes stored away that I had left in the bag in the hallway yesterday when I had my funny turn.

I made a brew and got on the computer, to update Saturday’s post. It turned out to be a 6Sat12long job, with my not doing any much, yesterday. Got it sent off.

Made a start on this blog, up to here, and the craving for a mug of strong flavoured tea and some brekkers tool a grip of me. I decided I enjoyed yesterdays Marmite breakfast so much, I’d have the same again today. And jolly-nice it was with the Glengettie cuppa, too!

I remembered that the Winwood Tenants Association meeting is today. I’ll go along, but don’t expect to hear enough to make any valid contributions.

Made up a Morrison order for next week. All done. I had ordered it for Wednesday of course. Cause of the doctor’s making appointments for me for the next two Thursdays, which ruins my chances of getting to Social hour. But it doesn’t bother me! Lie-Mode Engaged!

Got the ablutions done and readied myself for the hobble to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin shed, to the Tenants meeting. I did health checks and medication taking.

7Sun10Hobbled along Chestnut Walk to the cabin, to find it well-filled with free food eating tenants.

I only knew three of the thirty or so that was in there.

WD48.0.0 Then I suffered a dizzy attack, and voices and my concentration got all jumbled.

The cacophony of voices meant hearing and understanding what was being said and identifying who was who was too complicated for me. I decided to stay a while and had a chat with Bill, and handed out some of the coconut chocolate wheels, then made my way out and back to the flat.

I took some photographs of how the flats and the new building was coming along as I walked back.

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I got in the flat, feeling a little disappointed with how things went at the meet. Possibly and most likely because I was not entirely with-it, due to the ankle and Dizzy Dennis’s visit.

Then I did the health checks and medication taking. 

7Sun16I got a super nosh prepared, too much of it again. Tsk! 

But enjoyed what I did eat of it.

Then I fell asleep for about two hours with the tray and accoutrements and uneaten fodder on it, and it was in the self-same position when I woke up in need of a wee-wee!

WD48.0.0 Regrettably, Little Inchies Lesion had been bleeding badly and left me in a messy condition, that needed cleaning up, a change of clothes and medicationalisationing. Humph!

Afterwards, I thought I’d watch a Heartbeat DVD. 

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Inchcock – Sat 9 Feb 2019: Frustrating day, full of fedupedness. Tsk!

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2019 Feb 10

Saturday 9th February 2019

Croatia: Aso Toonaʻi 9 Fepuari 2019

WD 128.0.128 00:15hrs After so many annoying urinational interruptions to my night’s sleep, requiring my extrication from the £300 second-hand 1968 recliner and hobbling over to utilise the Emergency Grey Bucket, then climbing back on to the rickety recliner and foolishly expecting to get some sleep for more than what seemed ten-minutes, I gave up.  But I waffle again, Sorry! I don’t know if wee-weeing can make you tired, but I felt as if I had got no sleep in at all! 

Not a good start to the day. Grumph!

WD 128.0.128 Of course, as I was climbing up on my feet, the Emergency Grey Bucket was needed again. Flipping ‘eck! The thing was nearly full! The wee-wee was the same as those had been overnight: SUPWWs (Slow Unwilling Painful Weak Wee-wees) So Gawd knows how many visits I must have made to almost fill up the bucket? I took the container to the WC and emptied it, then to the kitchen to wash rinse and absterged the bin. As I was putting in the disinfectant, I needed to use it there and then, again! Things were not boding well for this Saturday at all! A Glum-Woebegone Mode was adopted! Well, it suited how I felt!

Washed up, and got the Health Checks done.

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6Sat10I checked on the BP chart from the web. It seems I’ve been in High Mode area (Red) for the last sixteen sphygmomanometer checks, and once in the Pre-High Blood Pressure (Yellow) bit for one reading only? The high pulse might be due to the water retention, or the Furesomide side effects, I suppose, but I won’t find out until I can get to see Doctor Vindla on Thursday. Who always finds my BP okay when she has taken it? Or hasn’t said owt if it was high or low, anyway.

But, hey-ho, I’m still here (I think). Physically almost intact, mentally damaged and in constant pain, maybe, but time will tell! Hahaha!

The wee-wees were getting more frequent but passing less and less. Do I take a Furesomide or not with my medications? My dilatoriness, dilly-dallying and procrastinational tendencies when making choices, opting for routes, buying something, etc., has got so much worse with age. Shame! I ended up taking half of a tablet. Tsk!

6Sat11Off to the Porcelain Throne.Another messy evacuation, all over in seconds! Cleaning up began.

The pins (legs) had less fluid in them I reckon, but they still felt rock hard. 

A couple of new blood papsules had appeared, and a set of spider veins had disappeared.

6Sat08I got on with updating the Friday blog. Then on the WordPress reader. In between wee-wees you understand.

I went out onto the unwanted new balcony to take some pictures of the morning outside.

I was going to take a shot to the left, but the howling winds were too strong for me to open the finger-trapping spring-clip on the window safely. The top photo is down to the right, and the bottom one, I leaned out and took a photograph upwards of the corner of the Woodthorpe Court flats.

I didn’t photograph the top, cause I thought the barbed-wire, escape alarm klaxon, machine gun nest and searchlights might give you the wrong impression. Hehehe! Ah, the humour returns?

I got the mushrooms and chopped parsnips prepped and in the slow-cooker. Then I started this blog off.

The wee-wees began to get slowly less often from here on in, but still a little painful even if short. I changed to finalising the Saturday post.

I made up some black bags, then took them to the waste-chute. Returned and gathered the laundry bag and nipped down with it, to see if a machine would be free. And one was, so I got the clothes in it and started it going. As I left the room to go out and take some photographs of outside, the lovely Jenny passed by on her way to the Saturday 6Sat13Coffee morning that she runs every week. We exchanged greetings.

The wind coming in through the outer foyer was actually so strong, it stopped the auto door from opening! I had to heave against it to get out. Hehe!

All the same, the sky looked so lovely and bright, fresh!

6Sat16I took the bags out to the caretaker’s door, on coming back in, there was pieces of cement or concrete that had been blown in, a testament to how strong the winds were this morning.

I had a seat and perused one of the books someone had left on the table, ‘Learn Spanish – lesson eleven’. The machine finished, and I swapped the gear into the dryer and started it going.

6Sat15Back up to the apartment, and nodded off in the chair. Luckily not for too long.

Woke up and went down, a little confused. The bright sunshine had departed, the wind still raged, and some tiny bits of cement or concrete we being blown into and around me? No idea where from of course, but they were too small to be of any hassle or harm.

6Sat14I checked the drying washing, that was not ready yet, and the sun began to come out as I did so.

Some residents were spotted, only a few, on their way out. A ‘Good morning’ from me got dirty looks and a sneer of contempt, so I shut up.

WD 128.0.128 I waited a while and tested the washing for dampness, and they were ready. So, I emptied the drum, cleaned the filter and casing, hitting my elbow against the corner of the sink unit at the same time, then got the clothes folded and in the bag.

Back up in the lift, into the flat, and I noticed how amazing the view was from the unwanted new windows in the kitchen. I tried to take a panoramic photograph, but this below was all I could manage. Amazing colours, I thought. Well, hue?

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6Sat12I had a breakfast with a difference for myself.

Marmite biscuits and cheese, with a gloriously tasty mug of the Glengettie Gold tea. Well, it was different! Haha!

WD 128.0.128 The weariness and fatigue fell, so early in the day too!

I was incapable of doing anything constructive. At least no visits came from Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun. Just utter exhaustion and weakness. 

I spent hours and hours just sat there in the second-hand recliner. I had a DVD on, but might as not have bothered, the brain was not registering much at all. But, I did manage to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

6Sat17I came round a bit, much later, and got something to eat, although it’s a good job I took a photo to remind myself, but cannot recall making it. Yet everything looked cared-for and laid out properly how I like for it to be? I didn’t fins any scraps in the bin, so I assume I ate it all.

I’ll be glad to get to see the Doctor this Thursday about these horrible blanks and bouts of weariness.

I expect as usual she’ll listen, tell me I’m getting on and say “Anything else?” Hehe!

Inchcock – Sunday 3rd February 2019: Early good luck, fortuitousness and lack of Whoopsiedangleplops/Accifauxpas made me very nervous! But I paid for this later. Humph!

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2019 Feb 03

Sunday 3rd February 2019

Greek: Κυριακή 3 Φεβρουαρίου 2019

23:25hrs: I woke in a niggly-with-myself and almost everything, mood. Thoughts, ranging from the niminy-piminy, hypocritical, sanctimonious and Pecksniffian nit-picking, all self-demeaning in nature. A lot of confusing fears, and uncertainties mingled in with these tormenting self-deprecatory insights. But, the brain had its own way, and plagued me for a few more minutes, before settling back into its ‘normal’ mode of predestinarianism and defeated-stoic-placidness. Which I appreciated it doing, I know where I am with defeatism.

I alighted the £300 second-hand 1968 rickety recliner, with no problems whatsoever. Smug-Mode Adopted (I’ll pay for this later, I usually do!). Another little pleasure was seeing the ‘Grey-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bin’ was unused! The already activated Smug-Mode satisfaction-rating increased! Hehe!

Into the kitchen, with no hassle from Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna or the ankle. (Although I could sense that Duodenal Donald was building up to share his pain with m7Sun05e) Now I am getting close to freaking-out, all this good luck, suddenly!) I found no oven, tap (faucet) or lights had been left on either!

Even the view out through the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows that come with extra glass to be cleaned. That I cannot reach to scrape off the bird poo on the outside, appeared to be extra beautiful, to me, at any rate.

WD173.2.2 I got the medications out to take this morning’s – Boing! I found last nights dosage still in the pot! And here’s me feeling better than I have done in a long time, having missed taking yesterday evening’s medications? It doesn’t add up, does it? My Smug-Mode evaporated! I decided I’d just pick out the Warfarin, Omeprazole and one Trimethoprim, to take along with the morning ones. Klutz! Did the Health Checks.

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7Sun01All of this morning’s results were looking okay to me.

I was making a brew of tea in the new porcelain mug, and it slipped out of my hand! Believe it or not, it hit the floor, bounced back up and rolled onto the top rung of the stepladder, where I grabbed it – and it wasn’t even chipped or cracked! More good luck, I’m not used to this you know! 

I got some mushrooms sliced and into the slow-cooker with light Soy sauce in the water, to marinate them for cooking later. I wish I could remember why I did this, and what was my planned food to have along with them. Sad innit?

The regular and reliable early morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off to the wet room I poddled. The evacuation went well, not messy, no bleeding or any force needed at all. All this fortuitousness I’m having is making me extremely nervous!

I had a reasonable search for any signs of EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the wet room. I only found one obviously dead carcass. And what looked and felt when I picked it7Sun03 up as if it had been deceased for a long time.

Then I inspected the amazingly (apart from the left ankle, heels, and toes) painless pins (Legs). Well, another change today. Now, I have a left leg with a lot of fluid in it, and the right one was almost normal? Undoubtedly, there is a reason for this… but I’m blown if I know what it is! Tsk! I hope they make use of my misshaped ever-transmogrifying body when I kick the bucket. Even if just to give the medics and laboratory people a good laugh.

And, how will affect my wee-weeing? And what about the Furesomides, if I take half a tablet how do I know which half is for which leg? Hehehe!

The stomach had gone partly back to its floppy-flabbiness shape.

I made a brew and got onto the computer to finalise the Saturday blog. Then sent it off to WordPress. Next, I made a start on this blog. But…

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It caught me by surprise after about an hour or so struggling with writing this diary, the service came back to normal. Thank you, Herr Fries.

I made a pot of porridge for breakfast and had a drink of my home-made Scottish Spring Water with orange cordial with it. Oh, and some Scottish Shorties.

7Sun07aI opened the doors to the balcony, and in seconds they were steamed up.

I opened the end window, the frost and icicle stalagmite and stalactites melted over me, my jammies and slippers, and on to the wooden slats on the floor. Tsk!

Trust me to want to make a panoramic shot of outside!

I managed to take a half-decent one though. Then I went on the CorelDraw and added an anaemic faced photograph of me to it. Hehe!

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Went on TFZer Facebooking next, to catch up with yesterdays and this morning’s pictures on the albums. Some hilariously fun stuff on there today.

I went to check on the crock-pot mushrooms, then added some butter to the Morrison order for next Friday.

Went on the WordPress Reader next.

Got the chips and lamb burgers in the oven, and readied things to settle and enjoy the very early meal.

I was about to remove the cooked lamb and chips (Fries) from the oven, and the landline chirped into life.

It was Brother-in-law Pete. It was Janes and his Wedding Anniversary today! He could hardly believe it was 52 years since they hitched up! They emigrated to Australia years later. Then returned to the UK for a holiday and decided to stay. Gone from strength to strength ever since, bless em!

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 I mentioned to Pete that I was about to have my meal. I got his mocking laugh in return, with “Yea, you did the same to us last week when you rang! Hehehe!” Being a gadget freak, I reckon our Pete has planted one of his covert CCTV cameras in my flat, you know! Cause the amount of times he rings when I’m on the Throne, just going out of the door or sitting down to eat, is suspicious! Hahaha!  I often wondered why he goes nosing around, looking in rooms, drawers, and cupboards on the odd time they call to see me. I’d try and fit one in their mansion, but he has them CCTV things in every room of his dwelling, and I wouldn’t know how to set them up anyway. I’ll have to have a search to try and find Pete’s planted cameras. Hehe!

We had a good natter as the smell of burning permeated into the room from the kitchen. Nottingham Forest, their marriage and other topics were bandied about, which I enjoyed.

What an anniversary for them: 52-years together in marriage! I started to sing: ♫ And it don’t seem a day too long… ♫ I suggested that with Jane being a Cliff Richard fan, he plays Cliff’s “Congratulations” hit to her. After our farewells and best wishes, he rang off, and I made my way into the kitchen with fingers-crossed to check on the fodder in the oven!

7Sun38Well, all was fine, amazing. The meal was consumed with great relish and a sourdough baguette!

Did the Health Checks, the Sys and Dia were still a bit high.

I got settled with the intention of watching some TV, in the certain knowledge that it always send me off to sleep – But No! Not this time. As the rubbish from the telly came through the headphones, it was ignored! All I got was a stronger message from the barmy brain, pointing out my failings, errors, blunders and actions that I’d sooner forget – a constant stream of wrengths to be fretted and ashamed about! Many of my past miscellaneous misapprehensions, misperceptions, misjudgements, misestimations, misinterpretations, misunderstandings and mistakes that I could not help but reflect on and rue!

It felt like hours and hours that I tormented myself for no apparent reason, other than the brain wanted me to, and I was guilty of each incident, choice or decision anyway. I hope this never happens again. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Sun 16 Dec 2018:

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Dec 16 2018

Sunday 16th December 2018

Swahili: Jumapili Tarehe 16 Desemba 2018

01:05hrs. WD0.51.102 Noctuary Report: The most unconventional and unique last seven hours, were spend nodding-off, dreaming, ‘waking, nodding-off, dreaming, waking, nodding-off, dreaming, waking’… solidly. It felt like I’d woken up dozens of times and fell back to sleep after thinking on the totally different dream I’d had each time. No SSWWs or Porcelain Throne interruptions whatsoever! No rest either! I woke up feeling tired and drained, with the brain reluctant to address any problems for a while.

I encouraged my heavy, short, rotund, burdensome body, with its stomach of massiveness and wobbliness out of the £300 second-hand recliner, and off to the Porcelain Throne room. Excellent session again, no leaking, bleeding or liquidificationalising.

I think I still needed sleep for I felt heavy eye-lidded, but thank heavens there were no signs of Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun this morning.

The grey-cells had activated now.

Made a brew of tea and tended to the Health Checks.

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7Sun03The sphygmomanometer operated the first try this morning.

The results looked far better, too… apart of course from the weight. Tsk!

Had an SSWW (Short-sharp-Wee-Wee), and drank up the tea from the China mug. Does anyone else think that tea tastes far better from a China mug or cup, or is it just me? And took the medications. The ailments were still in a good mood with me. Just the puddled and muddled brain to contend with. Haha!

WD0.51.102 I got the computer on, and guess what…

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I struggled through getting the Saturday diary finished and posted.

Off to the Porcelain Throne for a second visit. Another good session!

I had a look in the fridge at the mass of options for today’s meal. I decided on the ready-made Lamb Moussaka. I want to add some extra minced lamb that I bought from Morrison’s.

At the Social Hour on Thursday, I asked Jenny how long to cook minced-lamb in the hot-pot for making my own shepherds pie, and she told me five hours should do it. But today if I remember, I want to try to some a little done in the crockpot of the mince, to make sure I can get it right, with the lamb seasoning. Then I will more be confident when I try my first efforts at home-made Shepherds pit later. Then have it today with the Moussaka. I need to get the slow-cooker going with the lamb in about five hours I reckon. I’ve set the alarm to remind me, but will I hear it, or remember why I set it in the first place? It’s not really funny, but even I have to laugh at myself! Hahaha!

That’s the plan anyway. You must understand, as Champions go, I am possibly the best person in the whole of the East Midlands for assuring failed, gone awry, goofed, misjudged, blundered, screwed-up, malfunctioning, and gone-to-the-dogs plans. The Victor Ludorum! Hehehe!

I got side-tracked there a bit again, lost my bearings, as if to say, sorry.

7Sun01Spotted this view through the unwanted more glass to clean, light and view-blocking new windows in the kitchen.

I zoomed in to take the picture. I took photos in four different options, but this one was the best I could manage. Sulk-Mode Engaged!

It looks like a nativity scene don’t you think? Of course, no one in the original would have an oak tree smattered with 240v AC electrically powered pretty bulbs.

Started to create this blog next.

7Sun10I remembered to put the minced lamb in the crock-pot. Although a little later than planned, due to my not hearing the timer alarm, or I had not set it right. Mmm?

I added some lamb gravy mix to the water. I did know whether to mix the granules in boiling water or cold? I meant to ask Jenny, but forgot to, on Thursday. Klutz!

So, I mixed it in cold water and agitated it as much as I could first, then poured it over the mince in the slow-cooker.

Went on CorelDraw to make a few graphics page headers in advance. I can’t believe it, but I got only one done up to now, and that took me over three hours! I could do with some Time & Whatsit training, here. Hehe!

WD0.51.102 7Sun11Foolishly, as I checked the lamb mince, I quickly gave it a stir with the wooden spatula and caught it against my hand as I go the lid back on. It was scorching hot and made me jump a bit.

I had some antiseptic cream nearby, and put some on straight away. The cream bubbled and disappeared from the skin! I ran the cold tap over the bottom of the thumb for a while and reapplied the Germolene. What a nebbish!

7Sun07aNext task, was to get the weeks medical dosage pots refilled.

Which went well for once. No mix-ups with the contents and pot, no dropping of the pods or medications. I adopted the Smug-Mode. Haha!

Back on to CorelDraw and made up some page top graphics.

Drained, I went to check on the meal. It was looking okay. I got the ready meal out of the oven and into a shallow dish, added the slow-cooked lamb mince (You can tell the difference by the different colouring), and put halved mini-tomatoes on top. I had some sourdough bread with the nosh. Flavour rating of 8.9/10, very tasty!

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Later, after trying to get to sleep and failing, I went into the kitchen to investigate what I thought was odd noises, of a clunking, thudding nature. I found no cause for the sounds but did see these seagulls circling around the flats. By the time I’d fetched the camera, they had started to settle on the bottom field.

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At one time, I thought they were going to make a Euro sign as they landed.

Again, the nodding-offs were varying between two minutes and ten-minutes and lasted for hours. 

At last, I drifted off properly… Nice!

Inchcock – Sun 9th Dec 2018: Woke in a right state, all ill and that, Tsk! Weevils Counter Attack up my leg repulsed, only temporarily though, I ‘m sure!

 

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Inchcock confused: “What’s going on here, then?”

 

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Sunday 9th December 2018

Urdu: Понеділок 9 грудня 2018 року

WD 51.0.0 04:10hrs: After a horrendous night of trying to get to sleep over the past ten hours and complete failure; thanks to countless wee-wees and Porcelain Throne visits! The wee-wees were all short, sharp painful affairs, and the many Throne sittings were sloppy and messy! Grumph! Any spots of sleep I did get were of a few minutes here and their, and dream, well, nightmare-filled. I felt absolutely drained exhausted and bleary-eyed. The innards were now rumbling and grumbling as well, Oy Gevalt!

Feeling proper poorly and sorry for myself now. Poor old thing! Hehehe!

7Sun01I checked the time on my new-to-me, second-hand watch that cost £2 from the charity shop, with its newer £10 strap attached. I have not got up so late in years. But the sudden utter weariness that came over me last night was the reason.

I wish I knew what caused these ailments to suddenly hit me with such ferociousness as they have?

WD 51.0.0 As I tried to compare yesterdays with this mornings count of the angiomas on the back of the left hand, another abrupt summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, out of the £300 second-hand rickety-rusty recliner, knocked the bottle of spring water off of the Ottoman, and to the wet room with all haste.

WD 51.0.0 Another liquified, messy evacuation. After which, I antisepticated the hands and contact points, and went to the kitchen and added a Dia-Limit capsule to the morning’s pots of medications, so as not to forget to later on.

WD 51.0.0 No sooner done, than I was on my back to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. This is not good! Another full-blown messy affair! I antisepticated the hands and contact points again.

Back in the kitchen and as the rain was beating against the unwanted new light and view-blocking windows, I made a brew and got the Health Checks sorted out.

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7Sun03The readings seemed close to yesterday morning’s results.

I took a big dolloping of the ineffective, weak antacid medicine. Thinking it might help calm down the innards a bit.

WD 51.0.0 Before I could take the medicines, another call to the Porcelain Throne arrived! Crickey!

Not such a voluminous evacuation this time, but still a messy one. I’m getting fed up with all this I antisepticating the hands and contact points, and am getting low of the disinfectant now. Ah, just remembered, I have a spray can of the Dettol in the cupboards, so no worries on that score.

Back to the kitchen and took the medications.

WD 51.0.0 Even I could not believe this, but I needed yet another SSWW! (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee). In the wet room, I spotted three of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) around on the floor, worryingly all live ones!

Shaking Shaun paid me a visit as I got onto the computer. Just what I needed!

Aug 14eWD 51.0.0 By the time I had finished off the Saturday blog and got it sent off; Three hours had gone by, five SSWW’s had been taken, and another Porcelain Throne visit attended! 

To make things worse, every time I entered the wet room, I found EIBWBBBs that were not there on the previous visit!

7Sun10The rain had stopped, and then I decided to take a photograph from the new unwanted letting-rain-in, more windows to clean than ever, light and view-blocking balcony.

Back to the computer… after a trip to the porcelain Throne again. And finding more of the EIBWBBBs. Oy Vey!

I spotted what might be a clue to the tactics being adopted by the EIBWBBBs. One Weevil was seen on the bookcase! I wonder if they had been reading one of my books, to learn about military tactics? They had the choice of the Stalingrad or Berlin books from Antony Beevor or Catastrophe a history of the first world war to choose from. Haha! 

7Sun11I took this photo from the kitchen window. The window that had four panes of glass to get to, and now the new one has six, two of them that are hard to get to clean, and the thick frames block the view and light as well.

Joking aside, this shot shows the progress being made on the bus turnaround and access to the New Build Extra Care and Obersturmführeress Warden’s new offices. A good idea to let the bus stop and access point be in front of their entrance. It will make access more manageable for the less-nimble tenants. I’m sure Woodthorpe and Winchester’s residents don’t mind walking that extra bit to catch the bus or try to visit someone from Nottingham City Homes for assistance or guidance.

The Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens used to be the wooden hut between the two original blocks of flats, then they were moved to make way for building the new Extra Care block (Which, Jenny advises me is to be called ‘Winwood Court,’ thanks Jenny) Then to the temporary plastic and wood hut they are in now. When they move into the newly built block, it will be nice for them.

Thinking of how the new block will turn out, I stopped everything and made a funny graphic of the projected view of how it will look. Here it is, I posted it as a blog on WordPress and put it on Facebook.

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I thought it came out somewhat humorously. I hope no one takes offence, it is just meant to be a laugh, giggle and bit of fun.

I visited the TFZ Facebook page.

With the lack of sleep last night, by noon, I was feeling all done-for. Got the Health Checks done, had an SSWW, washed and got the meal cooking.

The laundry needed doing, but it was too much for me to consider.

I just sat at the computer, no cleaning up done, and went on Facebooking and CorelDrawing. I got a decent TFZer graphicalisation done, though. Pattie ♥, in Canada with one of her pets!  Hehehe!

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7Sun35aThe simple fayre I had prepared, was seasoned baked beans. Haricot beans, with added tomato juice, garlic tomato puree, origami… no, oregano, balsamic vinegar and light soy sauce. The seasonings were added in small quantities.

WD 51.0.0 The Fulton Foods Gammon slice is worth mentioning, and I can offer advice for anyone wishing to try some for themselves.

  • Be warned, it would be better if you had saved your money and cut up some old shoe soles, sprayed them with oregano and 20/30 motor oil, cook them in the oven for a few days, sprinkle with vinegar. They will taste just the same.
  • You will break a tooth taking the first bite and throw the meat away.
  • If you had done the beans the way I did, they will be tasty enough, and with a few slices of brown bread thins, can form your meal for the night!

WD 51.0.0 As an extra tip: It is best if you do not forget about the expensive luxury lemon curd yoghourt, only to find it the folds of your stomach fat hours later, when you wake up from nodding off. You will try it, only to find it had gone-off, and the horribly-bitter barf-inducing taste will remain on your palette and tongue, possibly, for several days! Tsk!

7Sun38A few SSWWs later, I took this picture having consumed all of the meal (Bar the meat of course!)

The rain had stopped for a bit at last. Not that it bothered me at all; snuggled, isolated inside flat 72 on the twelfth floor, shivering, shaking, head aching and confused, a Weevil crawling up my leg, but getting some concentration back at last.

Did the Health Checks and medication taking, then off again to the Porcelain Throne (its been like a second home today with all the SSWWs and Throne visits, Hehe!). This evacuation was once more of different qualities, in so much as the messy liquidy splurting sessions had returned.

I recall climbing into the £300 rusty second-hand recliner, but not much after that. I assume I drifted off, into much-needed sleep straight away?