Inputted Inchy – Tuesday 16th March 2021 Dairy

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Tuesday 16th March 2021

Spanish: Martes 16 de Marzo de 2021

023:30hrs: I woke with a dang urgent need of a wee-wee! Argh! Panic ensued as I forced my grossly overweight bellied-body from the recliner, with visions and a sensation of the surging PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling), building-up, getting stronger. Caught my balance and hobbled swiftly over to unused overnight NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket).

I had to give this liquid evacuation a new name. I gave it, SWROP (Slow-Weak-Resistant-Oversprinkly-Painful) title. Uncomfortable perhaps rather than painful, though. Many of these followed during the day. I’ll try not to mention them too often.

I took the medications for the evening that I’d missed taken. Humph! Then I got the Health Checks done.

The BP readings from the Sphygmomanometer showed much better results today.

Used the easy-to-use Chinese, made in Hong Kong, contactless thermometer, this result was pleasing too, at 37.2°c – 98.9°f. Not bad at all, methinks.

Microsoft Office allowed me access to Excel (that’s three days now that it’s worked, they are getting better – or are they planning for a more extensive freeze or calamity later?), and updated the log for the Cardiac Unit and DVT Warfarin Clinic. I’ve not been there for two years now, but they did say they will reschedule the cancelled appointment sometime in the future.

I inputted the figures for the blood-pressure onto the NHS site and got this graph up on the right. Which works out a bit better than yesterdays’ did. But still in the High Blood Pressure status, but I’ve been on that for months now. I’ve reported it to the nurse, who tells me that she doesn’t trust my BP machine. I mentioned the failure to get through to register my after-effects of the Covid-19 vaccination and can’t get through to the Doctors surgery. “Yes, they are swamped”, was the answer.

It’s a great feeling that gives one a warm glow in the heart when you are so well cared for: Well, so others tell me!

I poddled onto the balcony with the Kodak camera and put the Canon on a charge.

Maybe today I can learn enough to use this Kodak camera properly? Or not!

The first one, an accidental one as I struggled to open the window, would have been great if it was intended!

The two of the outside were possibly a couple of my worst ever efforts.

I tried to take a photo of the car park on Chesnut Walk, through the window. As you can, it was another disaster! And here I am now, having to use the Kodak for a few hours until the Canon charges-up. I don’t suppose it will worry David Bailey? Hahaha!

I got the updating of the Monday post finished. It cost me a few hours and several, well, many, wee-wees. Pinterested, a few snaps from it, then Emailed the links off.

Between SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters going down, I suffered an inordinately long time getting rattled and making so many errors!

Made a brew, had a wee-wee, passed wind, sneezed and then returned to the computer, with SSS having calmed down a lot now. So recommenced on the computing.

I stopped, having remembered (Having remembered? – I don’t say that very often! Haha!), to take the morning medications.

I went on Facebooking. Then onto the WP comments responding, and visited the WordPress Reader section. Not much seems to be coming through today? Then…

Had a wee-wee (Hardly worth the bother, a dribble!) and made a mug of tea. Then started this Diary off. The attentions of Nicodemus’s Neurotramsmitter’s failing continued to irk me a little, but I just have to get uses to it; nothing can mend nerve-ends dying. It’s not going to get any better, so I made the best of it and calmed down.

The thoughts of the two food deliveries coming together made me wonder why I’d arranged for that – Pillock! I’d better get the ablutions done, then.

No showering, of course, far too early for that and the risk of disturbing my neighbours. The session was a mixed bag of ailments, Accifauxas and goof fortune!

As I got into the wet room, Porcelain Throne’s need arrived – and what a messy affair that was! Semi-soft, messy, stinking, sticky, brown and red gunk! Yet is went away in two flushes but left a lot of mess that needed cleaning up. The TP was not up to the job alone. Dettol and hot water and a thick, strong cloth were utilised, and this took me ages! The bowl was then cleaned and sanitised, and I start to get the nasal clearing done. Put the ear drops in. Then started cleaning the teeth…

So many dropsies, I made my fingers sore with using the picker-upper so often! Haha! The shaving was problematical due to the drain not clearing the water away. I used the last of the f=drain-clearer and a lot of bleach, but it was not very successful! Glibblebonks! But still, only two tiny nicks in shaving, but one of the many dropped razors broke, and the foam spray can no longer work after the drop on the floor via the sink and my left knee! It broke after that was dropsied!

No other problems, as I didn’t put any socks on. Thus cunningly avoiding a battle with SSG Sock-Glide-Glenda.

I’m going to do any handwashing today, but I did move the thick quilted coat from above the sink to above the wall heater, as it had already-morphed into a damp-only mode.

I had a wee-wee, for what it was worth, and made a brew of Glengettie Gold. A text message came in from Iceland… wait for it… It said at the end of the wording, ‘You have no missing items! Well, that’s another first! Of course, being an experienced Iceland shopper, I knew they would have none of the split brown rolls in stock, so I ordered some bread thins and got them both! And little room in the freezer to use! Serves me, right!

I checked on Gmail to see what subs or not available were coming today on the Sainsbury order. Well, that is fortunate, no sourdough bread, but they had none last week either. And, no french cream horns, well, that’s assuaged my guilt at ordering them in the first place. Thank Lord Sainsbury!

Most, fortunately, I went to find the facemask for when the Iceland lad arrives, and the intercom flashed as I passed by it. Otherwise, I would not have known about it; either the sound from the box too low, or my ears were playing up; genuine good fortune that was!

I admitted him and was soon up at the door handing me the bags, which I put in the hallway.

The man was sociable with it. I handed the lad a choice of plonk, and off he shot, wishing me well!

I took the bags through to the kitchenette. I knew that I hadn’t ordered any kitchen towels, bleach etc., but there seemed many bags there?

All became apparent when emptied and sorted the contents of the carriers.

How, or why had I ordered two packs of the misshaped cooked ham? How or why had I got a dirty-great container of orange juice?

Why I ordered all the packets of chill chicken in different sizes?

The lean diced beef I knew was for making the chilli later on. The cucumber for making pickled cucumber arrived. I put the overordering down to Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters letting down so often.

When the Sainsbury order arrives, I really hope I’ve not done it on their order as well; I’ll not have from in the fridge or freezer! Tsk!

I updated this post up to here and prayed I could hear the intercom when Mr Sainsbury arrives; hello, he’s here, and I did hear the intercom, just! The chap put the loose delivered goods in the box and carrier for me at the door, accepted a can of Vodka & lime mix, in thanks, and departed.

As I was putting the things into the kitchen to sort them out. Struggling to find room moire than ever in the fridge and freezer, the intercom rang out.

The chap returned cause he’s found a box of Cornettos he’s missed in his van for me. That was nice of him!

I’d bought a lot of fresh foods. Tomatoes x2, leeks, Limoncello (for Josie), lemon desserts, Coz’s apples (they were dry, bruised and not very good tasting). Bread thins, garden peas shelled, beef chunks, crispy smoked bacon, more cooked meats (Tsk!), milk roll loaf etc.

Somehow or other, I got the stuff put away, and then thoughts of food, eating, my leaning towards eating, nouvelle cuisine, and epicureanism abounded in my mind… What to have for my nosh! I was certainly spoilt for choice! After only a few seconds (fast for me!), I’d opted to get the beef chunks in the crockpot, add oodles of chopped leeks, and the garden peas to be added later.

I got the beef and leeks in and added some seasonings: Sea salt, black pepper, Oxo and Best Bisto gravy granules, burnt chilli powder, basil, and a drop of balsamic vinegar that had been delivered. I forgot all about the tomato passata, though, Humph!

Cleaned up and kept stirring the mixtures as I did the cleaning and sorting the bag of treats for the lovely folk on floor nine. After the water in the pot was bubbling, I turned it down and added the shelled garden peas, stirring regularly but quickly so as not to let the contents cool down. I had a taste, and in response, I added a splash of the Squid vinegar to it.

I spent a good while making up some waste bags and sorting them into the box on the walker-trolley in the hall.

While doing this task, the weariness dawned on me, and I realised that either a blank-period or mind-fatigued withdrawal from awareness was on the way. I just knew. Unfortunately!

So, I decided to get the bags to the chute and nip down with Doris, Jenny, and Frank’s bag. The hobble to the chute-room and depositing of the bags went without any hassle… well, there was a block outside the hallway door to the lobby, who doing some electrical work, and was not too pleased to have to get down from his step ladder to let me out. Hehehe!

I went down to the ninth in the elevator, dropped the carrier at Jen’s flat door, and back up to the 12th-floor. If I recall correctly, I had a marathon wait as the cages kept passing by, going up and down and not showing much interest in stopping for me? Come think of it, it may well have been muggings here, or to be precise, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, that did not sense my pressing the button, or failed to pass on the message to the brain, or Memory Mike, who had no idea what was going on at all? Hahaha! Yes, the weariness was coming… Boulderclumps!

I got back to my floor, and the poor electrician was upon his ladder again working next to the lobby door I needed. I waited patiently until he’s finished what he was doing. The lips visibly moved under his facemask. Not sure what it was he was saying, but the eyes looked rather keenly at me. Hehehe!

As I titivated the crockpot contents and had a little nibble to test things, the landline burst forth. It was Jenny, updating me on the situation with the lack of ILC’s. Holiday (vacationing) time. Well, they deserve them, having to put up with us old antediluvian fogies! Hahaha! Jenny and I had a little natter, which is always welcome. ♥

I got the nosh done, not that it needed much doing now. An expensive meal this one was. But worth it! Flavour Rating 9/10! I got the gravy mix and chilli-level right for once. And the lemon dessert went down well, too! This was one of my better efforts. Although the bank manager may disagree!

Weary-William had joined me, and the only thing I could do was to give in to him. I did manage to wash the pots before collapsing in the c1968 recliner. I seem to recall watching a ‘Parking Wars’ episode on the goggle-box; well, I started to anyway. Drifted off in minutes, but only for an hour or so, I sprang awake with Thought-Stormsrattling away in my head, so persistently.

Got up, and I took the belated evening medications. I got a drink of orange juice from the fridge and took a photo of the evening view. I looked much more vivid than it appears in this sad picture on the right here.

Back to the recliner and climbed into it. The Thought-Storms had gone, and Sweet Morpheus soon took over… Fantabulous!

Impure Inchy – Thursday 4th March 2021 Diary

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Thursday 4th March 2021

Spanish: Jueves 4 de Marzo de 2021

23:40hrs: I removed my over-flabbily-bellied body from the c1968 recliner and utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). A short sharp affair, with a lot of CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribble) to follow.

No messing about, I got on the computer to create a template for today’s blog. Starting with doing a few graphics on CorelDraw. But, I didn’t get too far, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room. Incidentally, Cartilage Cathy was a lot kinder to me this morning.

It seemed to me that the daily PTDDSB (Porcelain Throne, Daily-Domination-Stakes- Battle) for supremacy in the evacuation was a close thing. Still, a comeback from Constipation Konrad had curbed the rampant messy tendencies of Trotsky Terence for once! So, I had a go at the crossword puzzle as I waited for things to kick-off. Just as yesterday, I didn’t solve a single clue! (Well, I’m consistent, if not capable. Hehehe! The movement started slowly and stayed that way, but no pain or bleeding, and as I said, it was a lot less mess to clean up. I still had to refill the tank by hand though, I think the problem is the fluffy too-thick toilet roll paper.

Back to the grahicalisationing, I went. Then made-up and started this template. Which took me ages to get this far with. Then, I went on to update the Wednesday Diary, at long last. I got it updated fully, emailed the link and went on the WordPress Reader section. Which I enjoyed considerably. Pinterested a couple of photographs, the read and replied to the WP comments that had come in. Some witty puns and quips came on this Thursday.

I was about to start collating the advance templates and realised the hours had shot by; it was time to get the ablutions tended to. As is usual with me, I got into the kitchen and got myself sidetracked once more.

I decided to get the hand-washing done first. But and however – guess who had left the hot water tap (faucet) to run cold? Yes, pickle-brain Inchcock had struck-again! Gawd-blimey, I this far too often! Hence decision had to be made (another Inchcock problem area!) My EQ told me there nothing to do but press on handwashing boiling the water in the kettle and saucepan, for more Whoopsiedangleplops were on their way! He also called me a name, a naughty one!

So, the half-hour or so handwashing exercise took me nearly two hours! Not to mention the scolding of two fingers fetching the kettle to the sink… Oh, I’ve said it! It’s a good job that I was in a slightly better mood today! I washed the long-sleeve jumper, the jammie-bottoms and the pair of long bamboo diabetic socks. The washed ones from yesterday were not fully-dry enough to put on today, so I got a couple of 100% short-ones to adorn after the ablutions to wear.

Then, as I checked the dryness of the other things that were hanging above the kitchen window, with perfect-timing, Peripheral Pete went into an involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine! This caused me to drop the coat-hangars and the washing I had in my hand. Belt Cathy Cartilages knee against the floor cupboard, and hit my head against the heater getting back up again!

I made a start on moving the stuff back into the cupboard, but soon lost interest!

My new found emotions of satisfaction, semi-contentment and renewed hopes sank without a trace! I took some painkillers and moped my way to the wet room, leaving the clothes where they had fell on the floor, and swearing a little still, got to the wet room, totally uninterested in what I was there for! Pissed-off would be a quicker way of putting things!

Had I been aware of what was waiting for me, I wouldn’t have gone in! The worse Ablution session in months!

Ablutionalisticalisationing Report:

  • I realised there was no hot water to be gleaned from the sink tap for shaving! But felt sure I would manage using the hottish water from the shower-head without any bother (What an idiot!)
  • Have you ever had to keep going to the other side of the wet room, and with Peripheral Pete shaking me about like a good un, repeatedly, bring the shower-head, which only just reaches the sink, and spraying the tepid water all over yourself and the room? It’s not easy! The cleaning up afterwards wasn’t either!
  • The de-nasalising went well. No water needed, you see! One dropsy only!
  • The teeth-cleaning had a bit of discomfort.
  • Then the shaving began. I had to keep emptying the sink of the water that went too cold, turning up the thermostat, and dial, to get as hot that I could from the control panel, but it wasn’t scorching enough, even then.
  • The whole shaving job was farcical in the extreme. Although having said that, there were only five dropsies! A few little nicks and one cut under the chin. One the throat, two in the neck-hole, and one on the cheek.

I got belated Health Checks done next. The Boot’s, made in China Sphygmomanometer’s SYS reading was fantastically low! Grrreat!

At least I think it is; hang on, I’ll check on Mr Google later on.

The in Hong Kong produced, Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was, I think, a smidge high, but well down on yesterdays worrying high of 37.9°c – 100.22°f.

Since the side-effect-ridden AstraZeneca Covid-19 vaccination was given to me a week last Saturday, SYS has also been higher, its the lowest reading today than for ages. I think I might be getting confused here, between the SYS and the temperature? Well, fancy that!

I found an NHS site on Google, where you can put in your reading for SYS and DIA, and you get an instant show of where you stand on the chart, with a black cross! Proof that I was right to worry when the SYS went up to 180 five days ago, well, that was well in the red area!

Gotten Himmel! Look at the time! What happened, where did it go?

I’d better close down and get my pre-planned, easy, tasty (I was well wrong there!) meal prepared. I’m afraid the beautiful looking Iceland bought tin of tomatoes was terribly bland, tasteless, watery. Savourless and unappetising. These Don Holio chopped tomatoes needed a warning giving-out about them for anyone unlucky enough to buy any. The Sainsbury crispy smoked ready-cooked bacon slices were very fatty tasting as well! The last of the sourdough bread saved the meal. A flavour-rating of 4.5/10 was granted. Reluctantly to a degree! Eurgh!

However, and leaving the pots in the sink in cold water to be cleaned when I have some hot water again, in the morning, at first, I was well-pleased that I was in time to watch the channel 11, Tales of the Unexpected episodes.

I stayed awake until the first set of commercials, and Sweet Morpheus visited me, and off into the land of nod I floated.

And slept for four unbroken hours, which was so nice! Ahh!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 10th November 2020: Morrisons late delivery, bonkus substitutions, unavailable products, damaged goods… they are getting very Sainsburyish!

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We put the unfathomability of this ode, down to Inchies dream affecting him!

Tuesday 10th November 2020

Kazakh: Сейсенбі, 10 қараша 2020

00:40hrs: Well, at least I woke up, but it was a tremendously disappointing event, it took me away from romancing, cuddling, and even betterer activities, in my memory prompting dream! I’ll say no more, then, other than perhaps, Cor!

In my still getting used to it being a dream, and not a real state, I rose from the £300, second-hand, c1968, fluctuant, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rachitic, tatterdemalion, heavy, yet tottery, rickety recliner, in a robotic way, and made a bee-line for the wet-room automatically, the brain now freed of the frustrations of the dream, informed me en route that I needed a wee-wee. I don’t think that came out right? These erotic dreams don’t-half play havoc with, and leaves topsy-turviness in your thoughts!

As I got to the kitchen, to do the health checks, I felt a sudden surge of determination to get things done today. But I dropped the kettle in the sink, and the urge went away. Blungletads!

Sorted out the mess, and found the kettle still worked – it’s always worrying when a worryguts, hapless or ill-fated person like me gets good luck first thing in the day! It does not bode well!

I took, probably one of my worst ever photos of the morning view, and when I looked at it on the viewer, I was annoyed at myself, tutted, swore silently, proffered a word that questioned my parentage, and shut the window…

Trapping my wrist in the frame! My first thought was, ‘Well that serves you right!’. Which it did! And my EQ offered me some advice: Basically to be prepared for more Accifauxpas on the horizon! Oh, dear!

I got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks, starting with the Boot’s BP sphygmomanometer. The SYS was way too high, but lower than yesterday, which is of little comfort, but then again, I was built for comfort. Humph! 

I used the new thermometer to take the temperature, after all, that’s what they were made for. Hehehe!  A healthy reading came up, of 36.7° c. A lot better than it has been over the last few weeks. The batteries seem to be going down rather swiftly, though, Duracell in as well!

I got some waste bags made up, and put them with the ones I did yesterday and forgot to take to the chute. Well, fancy that!

Off to the computer and started my usual of late, jumping from one thing to another. It got all very confusing. It got even worse when SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked off.

The notes I was making, were as bad as ever, and I can’t blame Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters for this, I write (badly) left-handed!

  About three hours into computing and getting close to finishing the templates ready to start on the updating of the Monday blog, and a little itch on my neck needed itching. Boy did it sting when I had a little scratch at it!

I took this snap of the area while in the swivel chair, with the Nokia… No, the Nikon camera. Oddest looking marks I’ve seen in a long time. Why could I not feel the pain earlier? Had some alien or insect been nibbling at me?

I got the templates done, then I started to update the Monday post. All done, I sent the email links off. Did a Facebook catch-up, then the same with the WordPress REader section.

I decided it was breakfast time, so went to see what I had available in the kitchen. I ended up with Brown Bread thins with Marmite, two marmite cheese discs, a pickled egg, and some Frazzles. With a mug of Thompsons Punjana, I tucked into it, while perusing some YouTube car crash videos.

During which, the return of the itch, and this time it was bleeding a smidge? I decided to get the ablutions done, then after the shower, I could have a good look at things and get the medicating done. So, pots in the bowl, and off to the wet room.

Ablutionalisationing Report!

  • By the time I’d got the teeth done, no problems with this, I needed the Porcelain Throne. This time, the Battle twict Constipation Konrad and Trotsky Terence, was a 3-0 win for Konrad, things were back to how they were before the treatment and medications had started. A fat lot of good they did! The pain was chronic, back to misery again, and a fear of using the Throne, as well as the Sock-Glide (No chance! I just don’t wear socks now, too dangerous! All done and cleaned up, and on with the shaving. Ahem!
  • The dropsies were only a handful, but the nicks and cut, five of them, one on the side of the head, one under the chin and two back of the neck, were Nicodemus’s delight! Humph!
  • I noticed when I used this photo, the old skin cancer spot was looking a lot deeper black than usual. Surely it’s not coming back again? Globdangles!
  • Dizzy Dennis visited while I was under the shower, I did a fair bit of wobbling at times, but no bangs or falls whatsoever. Many dropsies, that many times did I drop the newly opened shower gel bottle, by the time I’d finished, it was almost empty. Haha! Might as well get a laugh out of it. Hey-Ho!
  • Then an amazing sight that I’d managed to miss completely until it came to towelling-off. It looked like the left ankle was coming out in support of the right one, with a new ankle-ulcer! But, neither of them was at or anywhere near the erupting stage. It’s been months since that happened. (I hope I haven’t tempted fate with saying that? Haha!)
  • As I left the wet room, I did not his hit, or walk into the door, frame or handle!
  • But I did but the slippers on the wrong feet, and so very nearly went arse-over-tit! The important bit is that I didn’t. Hahaha!

So lets recap; The new whatever it is on the neck. Trotsky Terence loses the battle with Constipation Konrad. I get a new bruise on the wrist. And BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) returns to give grief! I get a record number of cuts shaving. Mmm?

However, results of a Sherlock Holmesian Style Silver-Lining Search: I’ve had a leg dance, Dizzy Dennis attack, and tripped over in the kitchen – and not once did I end up on the floor! The slipper cock-up could have bad, but wasn’t! That’ll do me!

I got the kettle on and made a brew, then started to do some much-needed graphicalisationing on CorelDraw.

I was all settled at 12:45hrs, and listening for the intercom to go off, between the Morrison delivery time off between 13:00hrs to 14:00hrs. Nothing happened.

Just gone 14:30hrs, I found the secret telephone number to call them from Uncle Google. 0345 611 6111, and called them. All recorded message answers, in a clear female voice, said: “If you are waiting for a delivery, ‘Rest Assured’ we will contact you to tell you when it will be delivered. I rang off.

I have already received an email from them about the order. A bit of a fib there then, from them?

I’d already got the Chilli-Con-Carne in the saucepan, added some gravy, and was waiting for the beans to arrive to add to them.

So I turned it off.

So, it’s not only Sainsbury’s that hate me then, Morrisons as well now.

I needed the toilet, but dare not go in case the fodder arrives. That’ll do the bladder problem some good. Ay, Ay, Ay!

I got a Government letter that needs reading; six pages about not going out. High-Risk Status, and using a delivery service etc, for food.

Well, I tried mate! This is not a good state to be in, not knowing, but of course, as the recorded message said: “I can rest assured that Morrisons will contact me, and let me know when the food will be delivered”. Which they have already done by email, and that time is now an hour gone!

15:30hrs, Morrisons arrived. The young upbeat lady delivery-driveress, was well-stressed, but polite and friendly with it.

As she handed the bags and loose food to me, she explained that the freezer in her delivery van had gone down, and the poor thing had had a nightmare day.

(I felt for her, but couldn’t reach… (Joke, joke, joke! Hehehe!) I slipped her a can of Gin  Lemon to cheer her up, and got the items into the kitchen.

Apart from being a much bigger order than the last Sainsbury one, the familiar crushed cakes and biscuits, stupid substitutions; the Citrus disinfectant that arrived at £3 – was Fig & Cedar (Fig & Cedar – oh, yes very Cirtrus that!) scented, smells like whiskey to me, horrible! No sausages.  No brown bread thins. No chips (Freezer breakdown was the reason for them being late) Marmite crisp crushed, as were the shortbread crumbs (originally fingers). The mini cake rolls are now a mixture of flat and cubes rolls. At least I have three lemon yoghourts (it was a box of four, but one had burst open).

Plus, one of the carrier bags smelt beautiful. (That was the one with the split open bottle of lemon shower gel).

But the canned goods looked okay. Although one of the cans of Ghilli-Con-Carne had blown. I now had the Carnes in stock, red beans, baked beans and chopped tomatoes for adding to the chilli, all in stock, at least.

I put the goods away and got back to making the evening nosh.

When I first started prepping the Chilli, I anticipated the chips arriving, so I added extra gravy, but, of course, the chips did not arrive, so I had a thinner Chilli with tons of gravy to get through. But nae bother, with the added tomatoes and mild chilli powder, it went down a treat, a chipless treat, but still. Hahaha! I rated this one at 7.5/10.

Maybe, this might help Trotsky Terence to fight Constipation Konrad in the morning, for Top-Dog-Status on the Porcelain Throne? I hope so, it was Konrad who won the fight hands-down, today! 

By the time I got the things in the bowl to soak, took the evening medications, and what turned out to be a rare wee-wee, I was all-in. Another late day (for me), and Sweet Morpheus was needed.

I settled and put the TV on, that often has a soporific effect and is usually guaranteed to get me nodding off. But not tonight, I found a Kitchen Nightmare programme just starting, and it was one I had not seen before and got into it, but no nodding offs during the breaks, just goes to show… but I’ve forgotten what it shows now. Tsk! 

I stayed awake for the entire episode. (That’s a first, I think?) Sam’s Mediterranean Kabob Room. While I was searching for this photo of the restaurant, on Mr Google, I learnt that the place still failed and closed down.

I turned off the 1989-built TV, and rearranged my wobbly, rhinoceros-shaped body in the c1968 recliner for optimum falling-asleep, and drifting off into slumber. This was easily achieved, I believe I was dreaming again, but it’s all very vague.

A clunking noise woke me up later, and despite the fact that this usually prompts me to get up and search for the source, and to check everything is safe, alarms, anything falle over, this is the first time that I didn’t. I felt so tired and drained, “Oh, sod-it”, I thought, and went back to sleep! Hey-Ho!

Inchcockski – Tuesday 3rd November 2020: Insipience and insouciance flowed today!

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Tuesday 3rd November 2020

Hawaiian: Pōʻalua 3 Nowemapa 2020

00:05hrs: I stirred in need of a wee-wee. (And gratefulness at not being woken up for any wees, was present, and sincere).

The morning battle to extract my plump, burdensome, bellied body from the c1968, non-working recliner, went as well as it has for weeks now! A temporary Smug-Mode was adopted.

The wee-wee was a little more urgent than of late, so I utilised the awaiting nearby EOGPB (Essential-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). This was the start of another wee-weeing day, of great repetitions and variety of modes. I’ll try not to mention them again, but they were persistent!

I took the bucket to the wet room for cleaning and sanitising, and needed another wee whilst doing this; I used the WC. I washed the hands and antisepticated the touch areas, and off to the kitchenette to get the kettle on. When it dawned on me, the state I was in last night; and yet now, here I was this morning, walking about with a reasonably clear head, not banging into things, and my balance had returned? The strangeness of senility is subjugated, when something confuses one further… I’m not sure what I meant to say there, but it came out wrong, I’m sure it did!

I turned on the kettle and tackled the Health Checks first. The old still working Boot’s BP hemadynamometer gave me a pleasant surprise, the SYS was down again, to 151. I was getting a feeling that things might not go so bad today – why? I’ve no idea!

I used both of the thermometers, as I have been doing for a few days now, to see how far out of sync the new one is, and Cor, Blimey! Luv a duck! I got the same reading on each one! Konrad Confusion was getting tested a bit, here!

I remembered the Iceland delivery is due this morning also my B.O. reminded me that I didn’t have a shower or shave yesterday, with not feeling too good. So, I planned to get as much computer work done as I could, but stop at 06:30hrs, so I could get a good stand-up wash (To early a time to use the noisy shower and disturb my neighbours), do the teggies and have a good shave. This needed doing badly and had to be achieved before the chance of anyu delivery arriving, thus allowing myself an hour-and-a-half to get the ablutions done. It may sound like a long time, but I can never be certain which of the ailments may affect things, so better safe than sorry. I’m waffling again… sorry about that.

I made the brew, took the medications, and got the computer going to download any photos first. I found two pictures that I could not recall taking last night. This one of the evening meal, shame I can’t recall much making it or even less of eating it.

And the second one is even more of a mystery to me. When I took it, I’ve no idea, but it was on the SD card following the dish of fodder. It looks like it’s belting down with rain outside, and the light was not on in the kitchen. Note that this information and Sherlock Holmesianess helped me to work out why or when I took the picture.

Then I spent many hours making up a template, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) was in good form, making progress very difficult, and she was with me for ages! Humph! Eventually, she calmed down and was only giving the odd little few second shudders, and I made good progress then, finished the template and got the updating done for yesterdays blog. Pinterested, some pictures, emailed the link and went on the WordPress Reader section.

I stopped to make a brew I noticed how the carpet was wearing out, from the computer desk to the wet room. I hope the lady urologist rings soon on her promised check-up on me, then I can tell her of the FWW (Frequent Wee-Weeing) problem.

I took these pictures in different camera settings from the thick-framed, unwanted, rain-letting-in, light & view-blocking, impossible to get at for cleaning (for me), kitchen window. Obviously, it had been devised to cause the most stress and discomfort to elderly disabled people. So, a few discrete back-handers may have been needed, to get them fitted into blocks of flats for old, and disabled folk to live with.

The designer, who is plainly a sufferer of gerascophobia, gerontophobia, classism, and perhaps ableism and ageism too, ought to have their own Coronavirus ward, so we can visit them, and offer forth advice and arsenic cocktails.

Still, these deadly-designed windows don’t bother me at all. Oh, no!

I had a ponder on what to have to eat for dinner today. The two crock-pots laid there, awaiting some attention? Ah, I’ll see what I’ve ordered from Iceland then make my mind up I think.

I came across this picture on Facebook; I thought it was worth a smile, so put it in.

Brekkers time. A buttered baguette and bag of Frazzles sound tempting, I’ll get the oven heating up.

Made one graphic on CorelDraw, then I got the breakfast served up. I remembered the Dentist to visit in the morning. I baked a brown baguette, and I gobbled some Frazzles, as well, had a drink of spring water with it. Enjoyable little nibble that was!

I washed the things and had washed a zip-up jacket. With my not having a shower and wearing this most of the day, it had to be done, and I added some disinfectant to the sink while I got the Ablutions tended to, to give it a real freshening-up!

Ablutionalisationing Session Report! A mixed bag of incidents today, good & bad!


  • Yet again, as I got in the wet room, an urgent need to utilise the Porcelain Throne arrived. And a great evacuation it was in three ways; First, the size of it (Colossal!) Secondly, barley any discomfort or pain, and it was over quickly! ThumbD
  • But messier than it’s been for many a month, much time cleaning up needed.
  • The teeth-cleaning went well, with only one toothpaste dropsies! Thumb d
  • The nasal clearing was rather unfortunate. As I put the plastic-hose up my nose, SSS decided that would be a good time to give me a good shuddering and shaking bout – It took a while to stop the bleeding, Globnobhackers! Thumb d
  • A mixed bag in the shaving department; Only one tiny cut! ThumbD
  • But so many dropsies it got ridiculous! Thumb d
  • The plates and pins were looking far too pale and bloodless for my liking! Thumb d
  • However, the Chill-Con-Carne burn had all but faded away. ThumbD
  • And the ankle ulcer too! ThumbD
  • The Arthur Itis and Crtilidge Kathy Knees had transformed themselves once again, shape and lump-wise. Thumb d
  • No bath towelling, so no knocking anything off of the cabinets! ThumbD
  • No toe-Stubbing either! Oh, Yes! ThumbD
  • The medicationing proffered a few moments of stings and pains and a couple of ‘Argh’s! And ‘Flipping-Heck’s’ (This is not the exact wordage used! Thumb d Little Inchies Fungal Lesion and Arthur Itis’  knees Cartalidges damage being the worst offenders.
  • Although I did walk into the door frame leaving the room, this was a minor event, a triviality, that didn’t even draw any blood, or as far as I can tell, didn’t even leave me with a bruise! ThumbD A piece of cake, of an imitation Accifauxpas! I laugh in its face! (I might be losing it again here?)

I got dressed, and hand washed the zip-up jumper, I used the fabric softener and some Lavender-orange Dettol disinfectant in the final hand rinse.

It smelt nice as I got the wash done, wrung and hung it over the sink to dry.

I was about to make a brew, of Thompsons Punjana this time, and the sky was filled, well there were dozens of crows flying by, they kept flying around in wide-arcs, and more birds joined them at the top of the trees near the park. I got the camera out and did my best to get some distant photographs of the creatures; it reminded me of Alfred Hitchcock’s, ‘The Birds’ film. The Murder of crows soon departed a few minutes later and flew en-masse up the hill behind the flats.

Then the rain came rather heavily, and I went to the balcony to take some shots of it through the windows. Ah, the new windows again! These are the ones that had fallen out or off when one or more of us oldies tried to open them. Have caused bruises, bleeding and scared many of us. But I think they were designed by the same gerontophobic or with hatred or fear of the elderly due to memento mori, personages. These obviously have gone a stage further than the kitchen window designers, who are happy to injure and scare us, this group of architects are trying to kill us. But you don’t like to complain, does yer. The rent is very fair here.

Minutes later the rain stopped altogether and the sun. I got the paperwork out to start sorting through, and, ‘Aha’, the intercom lit-up and ringeth!

T’was the Iceland delivery Gentleman. He was soon up at the flat door. And putting the carriers in the doorway inside for me. I thanked him and slipped him a can of G &T.

I couldn’t close the door, so moved the carriers around the corner, then closed the door. I thought I’d better move the bags into the kitchen straight away, in case of any fire alarm activations. I carried the carriers carefully into the kitchenette and set about sorting them out. No list of items was left again to check them off against.

I got the fodder stored away and discovered what it was I was going to have for today’s nosh.

A cheapo (£I) ready-meal I’d ordered. Cheesy beans, p[otatoes and sausage, cook in the oven ones. I’m going to bury the food in the tray with Leicester grated cheese and overcook it later. I may regret this, Hehe!

I remembered that I have to email the pharmacy today, to advise them that I only have three days of medications left. So, as soon as I got the fodder was sorted, I did this email. But not with any degree of confidence at all. With the number of times that Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453. Just up the road from the Lidl store. They have left me without medications this year; it must be four times at least. I did this screen-shot to save, in case of any denials about getting the email. My faith in them has not recovered yet!

Here’s hoping they get here in time.

Then I had a check on the Google Calendar for any orders I may have put in with Morrisons.

Nope, nowt there, I’ll do one for next week, better check again to see what I’ve got on medically speaking.

Not an easy task getting an order in for Morrisons today.

I got this message as soon as I tried to access the site.

But, after last weeks disgusting service from Sainsbury’s, crap substitutes, and the damaged cakes and bread etc., I’m not too keen on using them again, my confidence in them is at an all-time low! Grubbledammum!

So, I did get on the Morrison site, add a delivery slot for the 10th November, 13:00 > 14:00hrs was obtained. They had no Frazzles, no Surami sticks and no Marmite cheese! Still, I got Salt & Vinegar crisps, Marmite Crisps, and Squid Vinegar along with much more stuff, like Milk Roll and Bread thins. Of course, that is if they arrive?

I got the oven heating up for the potato, cheese and sausage meal, to be cooked—some Leicester grated cheese in stock to cover it with. Oh, and I’ve ordered some Chilli-Con-Carni cans, as well as some cheap cans of red beans that can be used to top up the chilli. I’m getting into this chilli lark now.

Got the meal in the oven, and had a go at making one more graphic for the TFZers. Then replied to some comments that had come it.

Got the meal out of the oven, the cheese on top was burnt, just enough, to suit me, lovely!

I served it up pm a tray, added the potatoes, tomatoes and a few of the caramelised honeyed shallots. Boy was I enjoying it.

Then, part of the way through eating it, the umpteenth call for a wee-wee arrived, and turned it out when I got there; the Porcelain Throne was also needed. Leaving the meal, was inexorable, cruel, but now I had to cope with the evacuation as well. Grobbleknangles!

On the bright side, though, things went well, it was just the time to clean up afterwards that irked me. The thought of my wonderful meal getting ever colder. Grrr!

However, as you can see, when I got back, I devoured the remainder of the nosh. And, it got a 9/10 taste-rating, despite it being not so warm. Hahaha!

I got the pots, and stuff washed, moved the drying jacket, and got down with a can of Shandy, a bag of Frazzles and some nuts to nibble, as I tried to get to sleep. It said on the can that the shandy was 0.4% volume, so I felt a tad guilty, after so many alcoholicless years of my withdrawal struggle, I could taste the beer, even at this low percentage. I think I’ll be alright, though. Hehe! No chance of getting addicted again, I hope!

The swift envelopment of Sweet Morpheous was unexpected and so very welcome. The landline burst forth flashing away, as I struggled out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rickey, none-working recliner, I thought it might be the Warfarin Clinic with the results and new dosages for me. I was happily wrong! Happy because it was Jenny ringing me, I always enjoy that, even when she tells me off about something. Hahaha! We had a natter and laugh, not that everything lodged into my grey-cell-box, and we said our farewells.

Getting back down in the recliner, I needed another wee-wee! Tsk! Again! I pray that I’m not going to start getting woke up in the night for the evacuations? Oh, dear! And Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding a bit, so off to the wet room for some painful treatment, and a good wash up.

I got back into the land of nod, with ease, and the dreams flowed, not that I can remember much of them, but I sense they were good ones, happy ones?

I slept through (I think) for a straight (Wee-wee-less) five hours until around midnightish! The dreaming didn’t stop, but I feel they were good ones, I’d love to remember more detail. Anyways, I woke up feeling in a decent mood… Oh, what were they about! Humph!

Inchcock Today – Monday 31st August 2020: Pellucidness was lacking today!

TFZeress, at her Canadian ‘Cool-It-Cabin’, ♥  See the lucky chap calling her inside from above? Mmm!

Monday 31st August 2020

Polish: Poniedziałek 31 Sierpnia 2020 r

00:00hrs. I woke up spot-on the Witching Hour: With the TV on, nocturnal nibbling signs all around, and a nearly full OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), a fissiparousness of mind thoughts, and the need to utilise the aforementioned grey plastic pail!

My first effort to nudge the monstrosity of my over-bellied body to the edge of the chair, brought me some sharp, tender-stingings from the furuncles and Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Oooh! The Germoloid and Gemolene creams will be needed later.

I got the body-mass up on its feet, caught my balance, got Metal-Mickey, and a few paces to the OGPEB and took a CLD (Cloudy-Long-Dribbling) wee-wee. But no PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble), which surprised me. I hobbled uneasily, (carrying the bucket and using the four-pronged walking stick, takes concentration), to the wet room and got the OGPEB emptied, cleaned and disinfected.

Off to the kitchenette, to get the Health Checks done. The sphygmomanometerisationing showed that the SYS, although still high, was a full ten-points lower than yesterday. I used the stick thermometer, as the new earhole one, was playing up, and only displaying ‘Low’ and no temperature on the display, I tried several times, each the same. 33.4c. I later read a message from Tim Price, informing me that I’d used Farhenheit in yesterdays post, not Centigrade. Thanks, Tim, much appreciated. I’ll edit that later on. I remembered to do it, as well! All done now. Hehe!

Took the medications, made a brew, and got the urgent call to the Porcelain Throne. So, to the wet room with haste. Got settled on the Throne, crossword book at the ready, but no time to do any. The motion started and kept on going this time. It was so painful but thankfully of short duration. Not messy, and was a smidge blood speckled.

I noticed that Arthur Itis’s right knee was giving me some hassle this morning, and seemed to be getting stiffer as the morning went on. He’s been so kind to me recently as well. Hey-ho!

Back to collect the tea and then to the computer. Getting the updating of yesterday’s blog done, was one of the easiest for months! Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and even Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, were all absent and left me alone! Duodenal Donald was a bit bothersome, but he alone! Astounding Good Fortune! This scenario will not last, obviously, so I enjoyed adopting a temporary ‘Smug-Mode’! Yee-ha!

After posting this off, I put some pics from it on Pinterest, went on Facebooking, and visited the WordPress Reader section.

I pondered the days delights ahead. The Iceland delivery, twixt 09:00>11:00hrs. No Vampire nurse today, for some reason they have made it for Wednesday this week. Ah, of course, it’s a Bank Holiday! I’m surprised Iceland are delivering. Sainsbury’s order tomorrow… no, it’s not! That’ll be Morrison’s on Tuesday. No Sainsbury orders are due. I used Morrison’s so I could get some more of the Fish Sauce. Which I’m hoping they will have in stock! The cheapest I could find on Amazon was a pack of 6 bottles @ £2.55 each. Morrisons are £1.50 a 700g bottle, and at the moment, are on offer at £1.35! Hopefully, I’ll get my three bottles tomorrow? I do hope so!

A busy week on the Google calendar, now it’s been updated and corrected.

I made some graphics and used them, along with some old family photographs, ti use in a fun ode wot I dun up. Link: I Thought I’d Look Back on my Victories

Not one of my bestest, sorry about that, but worth a laugh, just about!

I got the Ablutions, stand-up variety done, so’s to be ready before the Iceland delivery arrives. I’ll see if I can make a Sainsburys one for next week later.

Well, this session went well. Toothache Terence was avoided in the cleaning of the teggies. Shaving; only the one cut! The dropsies totalled only about six! Nothing knock off of anywhere! No Dizzies, or loss of balance! Phenomenal! Today was going well, so well, it worried me!

I got dried off safely and Accifauxpa free! And even had a bit more good luck, going back into the front room to take a picture of the brightening morin view from the balcony, I espied some of the last night’s medications in the tray, that I’d not taken! So I took them, better late than never!

A sense of smugness enveloped me, and somehow or other, no senses of guilt?

I got the picture taken through the glass panes, and made a start on sorting some small black bags to go to the waste chute.

I got the four bags, they were only small ones, so I was able to carry them and use Metal Mickey (The four-pronged walking stick) easily enough. Leaving the flat, I got a spot of Colin Cramps in my left-hand and had to put the bags down on the floor, until things calmed down.

Which gave me time to notice the bright morning sunlight coming through from the Westside windows, and I took a picture while I bent down to pick up the waste bags, again. It looked a bit more artistic to the eyes.

The short journey to the waste-room was handled without any bother. In fact, I was hobbling well this morning, up to now anyway. Got the bags down the metal chute, again without any Accifauxpas, Whoopies or injuries! Smug Mode Adopted!

I noticed that a new Polite Notice had appeared on the wall inside the room. I checked the time on a Charity Shop bought, £2  rusty but working wristwatch. The one that needed a strap that cost me £10, then a battery that cost me £15, Tsk! It was 0810hrs, so I was in order to use the waste chute, just! Phew!

I noted that Chute was spelt, Shute. I looked it up on Google to see if I had been wrong all along using Chute. It seems either spelling is acceptable. Live and learn!

The trip back to the flat was also hassle-free!

When I got back on the computer, I found an email from Iceland, advising me the delivery was en route, and no substitutions were on the order. Unnatural things are happening today!

I got the kettle on, then filled up the hearing-Olive oil dropper bottles.

I was being very careful, and wary, in case of Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failing or Shaking Shaun, or SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) visiting me. But not the slightest bit of bother. No spillages at all! I was having a nerve-rackingly good run of fair-fortunes. This is so abnormal for me!

I made an order for Sainsbury’s, for a week on Wednesday. I’m getting the hang of this now! Casual, Swanking Head Movements, with a hint of a smirk at the corner of my lips! Hehehe!

The intercom rang and flashed forth. The Iceland deliveryman was up with me in minutes. I thanked him and slipped him a can of G&T.

I got the stuff into the kitchen and put away, but… the swine had left me a facemask short!

Now I was in a terrible right Godforsaken, elegiacal, grumpy-mood! It took the pleasure away from my graphicalisationing on CorelDraw, completely. Humph! Gruffungrobblings, Skullclogglebonks, and Burkenhiemers!

I got some potatoes in the crock-pot on a high setting. Added a bit of BBQ sea salt, and fish vinegar. Getting low on stocks now, oh, I do pray that the Morrison delivery some tomorrow! Whining-Sulking-Mode Adopted

Then I saw that the supposedly missing facemask was on the floor near the sink! 

I hate myself at times! (Most of the time actually!) What a blunder-headed nitwit I am! Knackwrangles!

The day was brightening up nicely. Still bare of personages out there. Lots of vehicles parked up for the Bank Holiday. It felt so quiet, even the dreaded ‘Hum’ was not as loud as it usually is. It adds to the loneliness sometimes. Ah, good old Herbert! There are no workers doing the decorating and flooring is there, today. (I’m quick sometimes, Hehe!) That’ll be a reason for it being so still and quiet? But it sounds like Herbert’s on the model making, although it could have been someone sending waste down the chute, cause the clattering didn’t sound for long, that’s not like Herbert.

The skies and clouds looked even more beautiful now. I think that these types are known as cirrostratus. But I’m probably wrong. Being wrong come so easily, you know. Tsk! I’ve had years of practice.

Getting late now, and being up so early, the fatigue is setting in. I’ll check the spuds, and when they are done, I’ll get the nosh sorted out.

An acceptable feast was plated. The buttered potatoes, grapes and tomatoes were all enjoyed, but the Royale Surami was the highlight of the meal. The lemon mousse was great, too!

The plate was placed on the side chair and havens above sent Sweet Morpheous to me, and I drifted off into such blissful sleep.

I was rudely woken up an hour later, by the door chimes. I wrapped the thin quilt around me, to hide parts of my stomach-ridden torso, and limped to the door. It was Josie waking me up yet again, with her returning the plate and cutlery from her Sunday lunch. If only she could remember I get my head down early, but no, she persists on waking me up every Monday late in the evening. Bless her. It’s not doing me any good, cause I can rarely get myself back to sleep again! But I understand about forgetting things and am guilty of it myself, so no real complaints from me.

It was so late before I could nod-off once more.

When I woke up about three hours after nodding off, it was a jump-to-life, panicky awakening! Hahaha!

TTFNski folks. Take care, keep calm and have a great day!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 27th August 2020: Dépaysement for me, a day with two chinwags, Great!

TFZers at the ‘Cool-It-Cabin! ♥

Thursday  27th August 2020

German: Donnerstag, 27 August 2020

00:10hrs: I woke with a cruel mind-start and body-jerk, that immediately got Harold’s Haemorrhoids stinging something rotten!

But what was the expergefactor of my body and mind being so suddenly disturbed? I lay a second or two, waiting for the pain to reduce from the rear end, and listened intently for any noise, there was none. Well, the ‘Hum’ of course was present! I gingerly removed my abdominous, protuberant, jelly-like-bellied, beyond-its-sell-by-date, welmish body-mass from the rebarbative £300, c1968, second-hand, stomach-churningly beige-coloured rickety recliner. Metal Mickey in hand, I had a hobble around, hoping to find the cause of my sudden midnight return into semi-consciousness. No reasons, signs, or indications were found.

I returned to get the overnight bucket for emptying and had to use it one more time. Got it cleaned and sanitised, put the kettle on, and carried out the Health Checks. Got the sphygmomanometerisationing all done. The flipping Sys had shot up to 162 now! The ear-hole thermometer gave a reading of 84.3°c. I use the Canon camera to take this shot of the morning view, not a very good one, I’m afraid.

Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and got on the computer, to create a template. Then made a start on updating yesterday’s diary. It took me a long time, as so many photos from my enforced hobble last night had to be sorted and included. Hours later, I got it finished and posted off to WordPress. I’d only needed three wee-wees all the time I’d be updating. All of the SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) mode.

I made another brew, Thompsons Punjana this time. Pinterested some snaps used in the diary, and sent the link off, did a bit of Facebooking, read and responded to some comments, and visited the WordPress Reader section. While doing so, I felt the innards slowly brewing, and a slight ache eventually matured into stabbing pains.

Off to the Porcelain Throne, I limped. Hoping I can pass things this time. Fingers crossed!

Thunderisations! That session was one of the hardest ever! Tons of bleeding, and it cost me half-an-hour!

I decided to get the ablutions tended to, as I’d been so long with the evacuation.

I was extremely careful with the teeth cleaning. Two dropsies.

The shaving had two little nicks and four dropsies.

The washing then produced six dropsies. The drying off, just the one dropsy.

 I got a black bag made up, and taken to the waste chute as soon as 08:00hrs arrived. Made a brew and got the paperwork for taking with me to see ILC, Riechsführeress, and Catwalk Model, Warden Deana, to ask her to phone the dentist and opticians for me. Oh, and the Chemist too.

Did some work on this blog while waiting for 09:15hrs when I must go to visit Deana. Out to the lift lobby, and down to the ground floor.

I was hobbling well this morning now, I met Mary on her way out, we nattered en route along Chestnut Walk, which was jolly nice, and I wished her well as she poddled to the bus stop. Then I nipped into Winwood Court lobby and called at the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators) Wardens interrogation cell, and Ballerina, Obersturmbannführeress Deana, was inside. She made some phone-calls for me;

  1. The opticians: Who asked some questions, and got me an appointment for Friday 4th September, at 09:40hrs.
  2. Then she rang the Dentist, the best they could offer was Thursday 5th November, at 08:30hrs.
  3. The chemist was contacted by Deana, who told her that the prescriptions would be delivered on Saturday 29th August, after 1700hrs.

I thanked her kindly, and I returned to get these dates in the calendar.

Had a mini-confab with Robert outside the flats. Then I watched a trail of dog walkers passing by to the park.

Perused the contractor’s notice board in the elevator lobby, and waited a good while to get the resident’s lift to arrive, to get back up to the flat.

This photograph below, right, is of the note left for whoever had torn up the window cleaners rota from the board the other day.

I got inside the flat and gave myself a wherret on the right ear-hole as I struggled to get the three-wheeler walker guide inside. Fool! 

Made a brew of Glengettie tea, letting it go cold (Toothache!), and got the appointment dates down on the Google Diary while I thought about it.

Not that there is any chance that I would have forgotten, of course. Ahem!

Then I had a bash at creating some more Inchcock Today page top graphics on CorelDraw. Got the sad inspiration for the Inchies thoughts Ode, and made it up, sent it off to WordPress.

I got the meal prepped and served on the plate and tray, and all the time I was doing this, I’d left the hot water tap running. So, no hot water left! Tsk!

I actually fell asleep within seconds of settling! Fantastic!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 26th August 2020: The day started with me being confused… it got worse!

Wednesday 26th August 2020

Zulu: ULwesithathu 26 Agasti 2020

02:45hrs: My slumber was rudely disturbed, and I lay there for a few moments in a state of hypnagogia, trying to understand what had shaken me so violently into this state of semi-consciousness? Perhaps I was dreaming, although I have no memories of my doing so?

As I wriggled my over-amply-sized bellied torso to have a look around for signs of anything that may have fallen over and created a noise, Harold’s Haemorrhoids let me know they were still unhappy. Hehe!

Guilt dawned, as I spotted the many signs of naughty, nasty, nauseating, nocturnal-nibbling! (Insecure-Contrition-Mode-Assumed!) Then the need for a wee-wee arrived. I rose shonkily onto my feet, got Metal Mickey, and stepped a few yards to the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). Boy, it had been well used! And what a wee-wee, of the HLSBS (Hosepipe-Like-Sharp-Blasting-Splashback) variety!

I needed to have a good wash and change the PP’s, so off to the wet room, and got this done. While doing so, I needed two more wee-wees! But they were so different, OSU (Orange-Sprinkly-Unpainful) type, and without any of the Post- Micturition Dribbling at all? I certainly get a variety in my urinating activities, Haha!

I got to the kitchen and put the kettle on, and had to urgently return to the wet room for Porcelain Throne activities. Or, rather, a lack of action. I’ve gone from two days of liquified rushes (6 on one day) to the Throne, back to this morning’s robust meatballs, bleeding, starting and stopping, and such pain with it. I felt exhausted afterwards. But the cleaning and medicating had to be done. Grunglebogwash! 

Back to the kitchenette, made the mug of Glengettie tea and left it to cool (toothache!).

Today’s Health Checks were done. The BP sys was somewhat high again. I’ve mentioned this to the Vampire nurse. The temperature was 33.8°f. I told Warden Deana as well. Took the tablets and medicines, I didn’t take any extra painkillers, but no doubt that Toothache Thomas will force me to later on.

I made up a template for WordPress, then I got on with updating yesterday’s blog. The occasional interference from Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley made it difficult at times. I spent ages correcting things, Tsk! I eventually got it done, Pinterested some snaps from the post, emailed the links, and to the louder than ever ringing in my ears of the ‘Hum’, made a start on this page.

During the whole of the updating process, I had to have six-more wees! Each one of a tinkling, dribbling style. Some hurt, others not? It’s no surprise that I’m losing it, lately!

I made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and took a photo of the morning view, which was blue! When I opened the window, things got blown off of the ledge, such was the force of the wind. Despite this, the Horrible-Hum could still be heard, louder than it’s been for a few days.

This must mean something weather-wise. Or not! 

I took a blind photo down towards the Chestnut Walk car park. A free space again?

I returned to Computer Cameron, and then I went on the WordPress reader, then Facebooking.

Aha, time to get the ablutions tended to. Stripped off for the session, and thought how well the legs and feet were looking. The ulcer looked as if it had moved again, but it can’t have, surely?

Cleaning the teeth was a painful job. I must ask Oberstürmbannfuhreress, Warden and Independent Living Coordinator, Desk-Top Dancer Deana to phone the dentist and opticians for me later on.

The shaving was a little bothersome, dropsies galore, and a few minor cuts.

The showering turned out a painful event this time. I caught my right-hand knuckle against the grab bar as I went over from a Dizzy Dennis bout. It’s not the wound that bothers me, that’s nothing, just a few scratches, but not being able to correct the fall, that’s bothered me a smidge.

Getting towelled-off, I caught the little finger of my right hand against the cabinet corner. I think the cartilage damage, caused by my osteoarthritis in the fingers (I wonder if there’s a name for this?) is getting worse as time passes. Hey-ho!

However, the medicationalisationing went better than yesterday, and no bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids!

I made up the waste and recycling bags, loaded them on the three-wheeled-walker, and made my way to the chute room in the lift lobby.

I deposited the four small bags, and unfortunately clouted the same cartilage damaged finger knuckles again, on the iron lift-lid as I did so!  I just may possibly have said something to the tune of “Oh, dear!” at the time. Ahem!

I poddled out of the room in reverse, there was no room to turn around in there since the upgrading work’s been done. Out with the large white bag and trolley to the elevator. Got the resident’s lift almost immediately, and down to the ground floor lift lobby, where I espied a new window cleaners list. I’m down on it, as the man promised, for an 09:00hrs cleaning on for the 3rd September. Then I spotted a hand-written note left. It appears that someone had earlier, torn up the lad’s latest at the time, list, into little pieces? A lady tenant gave whoever did the deed, some written verbals, and a good telling off. Good for her!

Outside the caretakers were sorting out some bins, and pleasantries were exchanged, and they took the bag off of me.

I began to make my way along Chestnut Drive to the ILC’s interrogation room, to ask for aid with the dentist and opticians.

I saw a slice of lemon on the new bricked sidewalk. Now, where did that come from, I thought. I hope that not like the cigarette butts, from a flat window?

I hobbled along to Winwood Court and spoke with the girls. Then realised I had not taken the letters with me from the dentist and opticians. I said I would return with them in the morning. Tsk! What a Ferdrayt I am!

On the way back to Woodthorpe Court, I took first, this photo on the right. I tried to capture the wonderful old tree, Windwood Court on the right and ahead, Woodthorpe Court. The shadows gave it an eerie appearance, I thought.

A few yards further on, and took another picture, to the right of this one, of the same two courts, with the link passage, no longer used, of course, thanks to the Coronavirus cocking everything up.

Still, I caught the beautiful clouds to the East, and shadowy two ends of the courts, Winwood Extra Care Court to the right.

A bit of a faux-pas of sorts at the lifts in Woodthorpe. I was the only person there (I thought!) and the contractor’s cage came down first, the resident’s lift was on the fifteenth floor. So when it came down, I leant in and sent it to some higher floor, then I pressed the call button again, and the tenant’s lift started to come down. I turned, and there were two contractors, giving me the puzzled eyes! I asked if they had been there all the time and they said yes, with a ‘Tut’. Apparently, they had spoken to me, but I’d not heard them. I did feel a fool!

I got back up to the flat, trolley in the corner, kettle on, and got some potatoes on the slow boil, and added the mushroom I didn’t eat last night.

I hope they will be alright? They should be, he says hopefully, Hehehe!

I did some updating on this post, and the tea had gone too cold. So, to get the kettle on to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana. Took the midday medications, and got the evening ones out, so I would see them later, and not forget to retake them! This reminds me, I have not been given the doses and readings for the Monday blood test yet? It’s not right, is it? Might I be taking too many or too few Warfarins and be at risk of bleeding to death or a blood clot? Still, I’m used to being ignored. Hahaha! 

I took a photo down to the right from the balcony, of the end car park on Chestnut Walk.

I noticed that the kid’s playground was open again, so zoomed in and took my best effort at picturing the little blighters. It looked at first like there were a lot of the kiddywinks from a distance. But in fact, there weren’t many at all. Probably their day in court. Haha!

The clouds suddenly thickened as I took this shot to my left, showing a part-frontage of the beloved Woodthorpe Court building.

A mad hobble to the wet room, certain I was in need of a Porcelain Throne visitation. But, solid as a rock. Crossword book used, I whistled, sang to myself, and picked my nose. But nothing happened, not the vaguest sign on any movement. Bhlugh!

The rain cometh! Then, I got the evening’s nosh prepared, taking my time and concentrating, and made what I think was the tastiest meal I’ve managed in a long time. Sainsbury’s sweet small new potatoes, potato farls, tomatoes, mushrooms, Royale and plain surimi sticks, both of them were lip-smackingly flavoursome. (Gorgeous!), beetroot and carrot salad vinegarette salad. I sorted out the good from the mouldy seedless grapes, washed them and made a little pot of them, and a pot of lemon yoghourt. I started digested the nosh slowly, savouring each mouthful. A super-duper score of 8.8/10 for the Flavour-Rating!

Half-way through the dish of fodder, and the telephone rang and flashed. By the time I got to it, it had stopped!

Back to the meal, one more forkful and the intercom rang! A chap came up, I thought it was an Amazon delivery. The box looked like one, packed the same way, style. But I was not aware of any outstanding order from them? The bloke confirmed the address and dropped the box in through the door for me. I thanked him.

I got the box opened, and it was full of electrical fittings. I then spotted it was addressed to 72 Winchester Court, not Woodthorpe Court! Boulderclumps! I got the box closed and onto the three-wheeler-Guide, finding two letters on the floor as I went out with them. One from the Community Rehabilitation & falls & Service, about a Physiotherapy Therapy Assessment. (another mouthful, Hehe!) I’ve been referred again, and an appointment was made for me for Monday 7th September 2020, 09:00 > 16:00hrs. The other the long-awaited Warfarin Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic, with the new Warfarin doses and INR test results. I’d been taking the wrong doses with no one contacting me.

The weather looked threatening again as I set out, leaving the meal, to take the box to Winchester Court.

As I got down and outside, the caretaker was packing some bins. He took the box from me, saying he would take the package to Winchester Court for me. That was nice of him.

I thanked him, and I went back up to the flat, got the trolley parked in the hallway, and had a go at eating the now cold meal again. I stripped off and started to tuck into the fodder. Then fell-asleep, it was much needed.

The door chimes rang out! I wrapped a quilt around my horrendously bulky and wobbly body, swore silently with frustration, and went to answer the door. I was Josie, who handed me a packet of two cakes, cherry-iced ones. Eurgh! She keeps forgetting what I can and can’t eat, and that I sleep early if I can. Bless her. I thanked her.

Back to the colder than ever food, and finished off the fodder. But still enjoyed it. Even the cold food, the potatoes, mushrooms and farls went down well.

After a tiring, messy day, and little sleep over the last few days, I fell asleep… The landline phone rang and flashed again! Once more, it stopped ringing before I could get to answer it. I was so annoyed, I only wanted to sleep. Please!

But it was not to be. Sadly the Thought-Storms started. I gave up, and got up and washed the olive green long-sleeved shirt. I got it done, wrung and hung on one of the new coathangers over the sink.

The eyes were drooping now, I got the pots washed, got a drink of orange juice and returned to the £30, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus. But I wasn’t successful. So, I put the TV on, and for once there was a programme on a murder documentary, that I thought would be worth watching on channel 66.

Zzzz!

Inchcock – Monday 24th August 2020: Yee-ha, got a proper little chinwag in!

Cool TFZers, at the Cool-It-Cabin

 

Monday 24th August 2020:

Welsh: Dydd Llun 24 Awst 2020

02:30hrs: I woke up, struggled up out of the £300, second-hand, uncomfortable, grotty, sickeningly-beige-coloured, c1968, rickety recliner, with the innards in a state of turmoil, grinding away.

I think that the innards are far from settled yet, I got Metal Mickey and wobbled off to the wet room for a wee-wee. Although I might not have bothered, a minuscule spot of spraying droplets all over me and the wet-room furniture was a much as I could manage. And that took me some effort.

I did see that the, what I thought was a dying-off leg ulcer, seems more likely to in a transportation-mode! It definitely is moving up the leg and towards the centre of the shin, now? Spreading out, but not inflamed at all?

Got things cleaned up, and off to the kitchenette. The BP readings, Sys was down on yesterday, but still too high! The body temperature read as 84.4°f.

Somehow, during the photographing of the sphygmomanometer, I knocked some morning tablets and a capsule off of the counter. What a farce it was trying to find them! I managed to get two of the escapees, but the Pentoxifylline capsule was unfindable, but I may discover it later in the day; when I’m bound to drop something else and search for that? Hahaha! I took the medications, bar one, of course.

I thought I’d take shots of the same area, facing the kitchenette window. Both in Auto-mode. One with the flash off, the one with it switched on. 

Well, the flash certainly works on the Nikon! Hehehe!

I’m glad it did, I’ve been looking for the new grotty reseda-green trousers for a while now, I spotted them hanging with the airing laundry in the window. Why there? No idea! Still, I’m glad I found them.

I got the updating done of the Sunday post and made up a template. Made a brew of Glengettie tea. During the time of doing these actions. I had five more MSD (Minuscule-SPraying-Droplets wee-wees!)

Pinterested a few photos, sent off the link, went on Facebooking (I hate the new layout), then had a perusal of the WordPress Reader.

Made a start on this blog and had to visit the Porcelain Throne. I got the crossword book put.

Well, things have started to change in this department at last. I got down, splutter, splash, and all over in seconds! I thought this was a good sign; until I rose from the Throne. The evacuated product had disappeared from view altogether without any flushing (liquid?), the passing was so painful I felt sure solids had returned? And as for bleeding! Another load of washing and cleaning and sanitising needed! No point in medicationalisationing yet, I can do that with the ablutioning.

I spent an hour or so, updating this post, in between wee-weeing, of course. Then realised it was gone time to get the ablutions and medicalisationing done. I have to get a move on, just in case the Iceland delivery or Vampire Nurse arrives earlier than planned!

Back in a bit… Now I’ve found the trews, I decided to leave the black ones to soak in the bowl, while I tended to the ablutions.

I’m back! What an amazingly successful ablutioning session, mind you, the medicationalisationing didn’t go too well. Dropsies of only four, teeth-cleaning, shaving showering and drying off! Oh, yes! Medicationing, about ten! And a tumble.

Well, I suffered one of Peripheral Neuropathy Pete’s involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went, but it was in slow motion of sorts. How come? As I grabbed various things to stop the fall but failed each time, I tried something else to get a hold of, so it was a plunge in stages, so as to speak. Clearing most of the stuff off of the floor cabinet as I went. Tsk! Got a scratch above the left foot’s little toe in the process of the mock-dance that seemed to have elements of a soft-shoe-shuffle, the twist, and a waltz in it. Hahaha!

I sorted myself out, got the trousers and slippers on, and poddled to the kitchen, to get the black pants washed. I think, with it being the first wash, it took so many rinses to clear the soap and water.

They might be cheap but are thick materialed trews, so it will take a long time to dry. I got them done, wrung and hung to dry on one of the new coat hangers. Hopefully, doing it this way, the creases will part-fall-out with the water, or not! I expect them to be dry enough to wear, sometime around Christmas or New Year.

I took a photograph of the clouds and sky from the kitchenette window, with some of the City Centre high rise buildings highlighted in the morning sunshine as it came out from behind, to greet us good morning.

I got on with updating this post. Then I made a brew of Glengettie, and the agony from the back teeth when I sipped the brew… Argh! I’ll have to ask someone to phone the Dentist for me, to see if they can fill the three bothersome teeth for me.

I got an email from Ingeus, the quomodocunquizing, profit-seeking private company, who run the diabetes courses for the NHS. It oozes compassion, empathy and understanding, doesn’t it? Bearing in mind, I have spoken to four of their impatient representatives (well, one of them was alright, and was patient with my stuttering and lack of hearing!), and it was hard work.

Decided? Did I have any choice? I told them of my problem getting onto the Zoom sight they use for lessons. No advice was given, not that I could hear everything they were saying properly anyway.

And I eventually got on and was given an access number. Later, when the course was due to start, this number was not recognised! The frustration was making me ill. So I told the last caller, I would have NO OPTION but to wait until the face-to-face meetings started because it was physically impossible for me to get on-line! And if had, my saccades and lack of hearing would be such a hassle in any group discussion I could not partake in. And Stuttering Stephanie would surely have made the other participants really pissed-off!

I got, “Well, I’ll have to contact your GP and tell them…” The tone of voice, although masked, was quickly interpreted by my keen EQ. Annoyance!

I’ll ignore this email if I die then so be it. They, even the Doctor, seems to have no idea how difficult things are; when one can’t hear on phones, at times even speak (Stephanie), and am in some pain of one sort or another all day and every day, and dropping things or walking into things!

So what do they do after all that, tell me to phone them!

Niggleclumps! and Granglespithowlations! Gits!

No, I had a change of mind! I’ll try the number to see if it is a face-to-face or computer link. Bloody Marvellous! A rushed recorded message, of which I did catch a few random words. Ingeus… Diabetes… between 09:00hrs and… training purposes… longer than usual… I’m pissed-off again!

The door chime rang out, it was the Iceland delivery cometh. Not a lot today, some slightly naughty options had been ordered! Hehe!

I got the bags into the kitchen and put away the frozen first. Battered fish fillets, and a pack of the Chinese belly pork, but there was not enough room for this box, so I put them in the fridge to cook later one (cunning, eh?) Belly pork and baked beans, that sounded like a decent choice?

But, no bread sent from Iceland as a substitute for the not available wholemeal bread thins. Fear not, I took out a pack of Sourdough muffins from the freezer, to thaw them out. I got the fridge things stacked and crammed in. Hehehe!

I’d just about got everything away, and the intercom rang out. But it stopped in a few seconds. Obviously, the Vampire Nurse had been let in by a resident. Hristina arrived and let herself in, and soon took my blood, and we had a mini-natter into the bargain. Lovely! ♥

I added these details to the blog. Then got the black bags made up, and onto the three-wheeler. I got a bit of an insecure feeling, of whether I’d left the taps running in the kitchen, so diverted to have a check on things. All okay, and I spotted a rarity that deserved snapping. A space in the car park!

I returned to the hallway and finished off the loading of the three-wheeler walking trolley, with the bags. Definitely going to be a dodgy hobble with this load, to the waste-chute room. Haha!

But once done, I’d only have the one white recycling bag that needed taking down and out to the caretakers big green bin left to do, then. I took the smaller Canon camera with me, safe in the pocket of the jacket. It’s got a strong wristlet strap on it. I always try to make sure I use it, especially when taking shots from the window.

I got the depositing of the bags done easily enough, but I caught my already injured left little toe between the trolley and doorframe as I reversed out of the little room. Grobbledamitt!

To and down in the lift, and through the people-less foyer, out into the fresh air. It was a grand feeling, even if the agony from the toe bothered me. (A bit of sympathy seeking there, Sorry! Haha! Out and put the bag where the bin usually is but isn’t today. Crossed the road, and took this picture of my beloved Woodthorpe Court from the car park on Chestnut Walk. I took hobble along, taking photos en route.

These flowers, battling to produce new buds, were nearby the sloping tiles to the roadway, directly opposite the modern, extra care Winwood Court entrance. Bootiful!

I saw my first person to talk to as I was snapping the new building. Ray, or Roy… er maybe it was Frank, on his disability scooter said good morning, (I think that’s what he said, anyway, Hehehe!) as I moved into the bushes to allow him to pass by.

I went further up Chestnut Walk, enough to get to take this photograph, of the impressive looking Winchester Court. I’m somewhat taken to the colouring that Nottingham City Homes have given the building now.

I went back and over the Walk into the Windwood Court Extra Care building, and left to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) office. 

 Where, I’m delighted to tell you that I had a little gossip, with Riechsfuhreress and Desktop Dancer Warden Julie, and Catwalk Model, Oberscharfuhreress Warden, Deana.

The highlight of the day, being able to have a chinwag! I really hope I can get outside proper soon, it’s driving me crazy having to stay inside and suffering Herbert’s noises!

On my way back to Woodthorpe Court, I stopped to take a close picture from the base of the Court. Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis when I as leant back taking the snap. Tsk! If it’s not one ailment, it’s another! Feeling a bit of self-pity there, sorry, it won’t happen again.

I got my strong, burly, ripped-stomached, muscular, magnificently-honed body into the main foyer of the building. Alright, I got my wobbly, short, gigantically-bellied body inside the building! Nick-picking! Hahaha!

Got to the elevators, and sent the contractor’s lift, that was on the ground floor up, and pressed the call button again, to get the resident’s cage to come down. As I took this photograph of the electronic notice board in the lift lobby, the picture on it was changing.

I got inside the flat, put the walker in the corner, and got the kettle on. Took the computer out of sleep mode, and Herbert dropped something on his floor. Twice, then the tapping and knocking continued on and off, for many hours again. Not that I’m complaining, and won’t do, last time, and the only time I did, I got told off. ‘He’s a wonderful man doing models for charity’ I was told. Oh, I’m sorry about that! But surely they can’t throw me out for saying what is actually happening? Oh, maybe they can! I’d better keep my gob shut then?

I opened a can of curried beans, and put some of the Hoisin sauce to them to marinate until needed with the Chinese belly pork slices. And I pressed on with updating for this blog.

Hello, Herberts stopped making any noise, I do hope he’s not poorly

I went to make another mug of Glengettie tea. I stirred the beans in the saucepan, and nibbled one – Argh! Earlier, I’d put in the liquid smoke by mistake for the Hoisin sauce! It was an odd flavour! I put some Hoisin in, I’ve no idea what I’m doing at times!

Back to the computer, and made a Morrison order up online. I got it in for 12:00 > 1300hrs, on Tuesday 1st September, the very date triggered my EQ as I typed it, and is not well-starred for some reason. Oh, dearie me!

Got it accepted, then Josie rang the door chimes, she was returning the things from the Sunday lunch. She said the meal was fine, but I think she was being kind to me. Bless her! She returned the goodies carrier bag again.

Getting tired and the fatigue is returning now, along with Shaking Shaun and Shirley. Better get the pork in the oven, in case I nod-off or something. Got the pork, poured a drop of Hoisin on each of the little pieces, and got it in the oven.

Clunk thud! Ah, Herbert’s alright. He’s not been so bad today, no teeth-shaking drilling or bashing of the hammer. Much betterer!

Pressed on with this post for twenty-minutes, then went to check on the meat. 

I moved the drying on the coathanger black trousers, into the sunshine in the kitchen window, they seemed to be drying-off a lot quicker than I had anticipated.

I got the tray out to eat the meal off of, and discovered last nights medications! So, I missed them again. Dumbo!

But no one has called me about the INR results or new dosages for the week, neither the surgery, nor the Anticoagulation, & Deep Vein Thrombosis Warfarin Clinic?

Got the meal served up, and the cooking things in the sink to soak for cleaning later with the dish and other items.

The sourdough muffins, were the perfect thing for dipping in the beans sauce, Mmm!

An odd flavour in the beans, (accidentally putting in the liquid smoke, is the cause of this) but they had a certain palatableness. Gave this a flavour rating of 7/10.

I got the pots washed, took the evening medications from yesterday. Tsk! 

The marks from the morning toe-stubbing have already nearly cleared away. What an odd metabolism I have? Hahaha!

Sleep came a bit quicker tonight. So, there is a chance that if anyone had called me, I would not have heard or seen the flashing landline. After an hour or so of perfect bliss, the waking up and Thought Storms began. Hogwash!

Inchcockum – Saturday 4th July 2020: Slowly downhill as the day went on. Humph!

TFZer Model: Nancy ♥

Saturday 4th June 2020

Zulu: NgoMgqibelo 4th June 2020

02:30hrs: My first hodiernal thought on moving my legs as I stirred into mock-life, was: “Why after days of the knees being so kind to me, has Arthur Itis suddenly returned with a vengeance? Then I realised what a silly question this was.

I reached for the tube of Phorpain 20% that  I keep expeditiously at the ready on the Ottoman for any bother with the knees or hands (Cramps or Arthur Itis). And massaged a dollop of it into both patellas areas. The hands, fingers and wrists got jealous at this I think, and they kicked of, so they were given the treatment as well.

No sooner had I done the embrocations, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, although not with any real urgency this time. So, I freed my laboriously, wobbly stomached body and skinny limbs from the c 1968, none-working recliner, and off into the kitchen, and made-up and took another dose of the Macrogol. Then to the wet room.

The evacuation started of its own accord but soon got stuck part-way again. Tsk! I grabbed the crossword book, and painfully waited for the pain-plus to start, when it began moving again. Eurgh, argh, and other antagonistic words were uttered, but things moved swiftly then. I think last nights double-dose of the laxative must have helped things along. But it was far from painless yet!

A good wash and wipe around, and off back to the kitchenette. Where I tended to the Health Checks. Starting with the usual sphygmomanometerisationing. The results looked good enough for me. The stick thermometer showed up as ‘Low’. I had another sachet of Macrogol, then made a brew of Glengettie Gold.

And took a couple of shots of the morning view. The first one on ‘P’ setting, but I had no idea what it stood for, but it came out in a different aspect-ratio, almost square? The other I did in ‘Auto’ setting, but it didn’t come out very well. But I don’t know if the Canon has a night setting, like the Nokia has, no, I mean Nikon has. That tells me on the viewer screen what it is set to when I change the settings.

I got on the computer and started jumping around from CorelDraw to the blog and back. I got myself a bit confused at times and forgot things I should have been doing. So I made myself concentrate on the updating of yesterday’s blog, and nothing else.

I went to make a mug of Extra-Strong Assam tea, and took a snap with the Canon, having changed the aspect on the settings, to 16:9. This is the resulting photo of the oh, so blue morning clouds. The wind was getting up, and just like yesterday, the damned ‘Hum’ got a lot louder. It must be terrible for anyone with normal hearing.

I got my pins up on the small swivel chair and gave the knees another dose of Phorpain Gelling. Arthur Itis is in a bad mood now! But other than the knees, the rest of the legs were looking in good condition suddenly. No Clopidogrel lumps and blotches at all. The veins seem to have mostly gone down from the surface? It’s all most confusing.

Posting his pools coupon before he won the £250,000. The next week, the Lottery!

Back to the updating, and pressed on until the blog was finished. Emailed the links, and had a message from Brother-in-Law, Pete. He’s not a born communicator, Hehe!  It read: “Thanks Gerry, enjoyed that! (the funny advice for him) “Resting today after all the testing and trials yesterday; they even took my DNA!” I warned him he’ll be trouble now if they give it to the Police Database. Haha! So glad he’s coping with it so well. Great!

Mind you, the chemotherapy treatment he’s been warned will mean a good chance he will lose his hair. The thought of looking like me, he was not at all keen on! I can’t blame him either, Hahaha!

I went to get the ablutions sorted out, and a decent session it was, too!

  • The teeth cleaning went with only a couple of dropsies, and no cut!
  • You may not believe this, but the shaving did have a few dropsies, but No Cuts!
  • The getting dressed, well that might be better not being mentioned. Dropsies, knocking stuff off of the cabinet, Dizzy Dennis, and a tumble getting the PP’s on. Sadly, not the best part of the session!

Hey-ho! I’ve had plenty of worse wash-ups. At least my magnificent torso glistened! Hahaha!

Then the intercom chimed and lit, admitted the chap, and the Iceland man cometh to the door. He dropped the carriers in the doorway for me. I slipped him a can of G & T, he said thanks, and off he trotted. I got the bags through to the kitchen and noticed the rather large pack of Quavers. 24 packets! How had I bought that size?

I got the fresh stuff out first. Checked to see if they had like Morrisons did and added any free maggots or insects with them. But no! They had selected bruised apples though. I tried one of the red seedless, grapes. I’d not tried these before, Egyptian, but they were okay. The mushrooms didn’t have too much dirt one them either.

The fresh pork Shoulder steaks looked lean enough, but the label with the instructions was damaged. The BBQ ribs box was also in a right torn state. The fish strips that should have been frozen were well soft!

I got the pork into the crockpot there and them, when I realised how warm they were to the touch.

The antiperspirant spray felt so light, I wondered if there was any in it? I’m sure the kitchen towel rolls were even less filled than last week?

Have Morrisons and Iceland both got something against me? The Swine! Ah, well, enough food in to last for ages now.

I set about making up the waste bags and replacing new ones in all the bins. I got them on the three-wheeler walker guide and took them out the waste chute down to the waste bins.

I had a bit of an unfortunate incident, getting into the chute room. I let the door slip while holding it open to get the trolley in. (Strong closing spring). The toes got crushed between the trolly wheel and the closing door! Swear? Me? Gangleboggleisations!

I got the bags dropped down the chute, and returned, even more limpingly back to the apartment. Only to find I had missed taking two carriers with me to the chute! Swear? Me?

I gathered the carriers and took them to the waste room again. Bungle-Grumplewuncks! I just used the walking stick this time and, oh, so carefully made it there and back safely.

Getting late now. I concentrated of getting this blog started off, up to here.

Checked the pork and mushrooms, added some canned garden peas to the mushrooms, and went on the WordPress Reader section.

Rechecked the food cooking, then went on Facebooking.

Noshing preparation time! The pork shoulder slices didn’t look very appetising, but by-gum they tasted fine. The fries, peas and tomatoes were alright, too.

I tucked into it, and think I enjoyed them.

Most annoyingly, I had a blank-spell. I came round an hour or so later (I think), with the TV on? At the side of me was a tablet dish, that was empty, so I assumed I’d taken the evening medications. Then thought I’d better check with the pods. I got out of the recliner and found my balance was not good. Off to the kitchen, with the greatest of care.

I found the pots and saucepans had all been washed and dried, the evening tablet pod was empty, so I’d taken them anyway. I’d turned off the taps and cooker. And Shoulder- Shuddering-Shirley started energetically giving me what for.

I got back down in the recliner and must have got up three or four times. With concerns and worries over, had I turned the tap off in the wet room? Was the door left unlocked, etc.? There was no chance of any kip at this stage, the mind was buzzing with inconsequentialities. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley made sure that any sleep I got was only for a few minutes, as she regularly did her best to dislodge the glenohumeral joint.

Lousy night!

Inchcockski – Sunday 28th June 2020: A mansuetude lingered amidst the mayhem, today!

TFZer Pattie ♥

03:30hrs: After waking and nodding off again several times, I forced myself to activate the brain and limbs (I needed a wee-wee!), and rose from the depths of the slowly disintegrating, £300, second-hand c1968 recliner.

The stomach where the tea spilt onto last night, was tender, the feet agony the moment I got my weight on them.

Off to the wet room, for the most sprinkling and spraying release ever! I had a job to see that much of it had reached the porcelain at all. But, on the bright side, it made me clean the WC tank, seat, floor cabinets, the floor itself and the handwashing sink. Also, various parts of my body. Christened this one a VSWAO (Viciously-Spraying-Wildy-All-Over) wee. You’d be surprised at how much had sprinkled on the arms and upper torso, too, I was!

Took the medications, and remembering yesterdays nightmare Accifauxpa, I very carefully, nervously made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. I managed it without any further dropsies, scolding of my body parts, or injury! Phew!

Waiting for it to brew, I took a shot of the morning view. Then, imbibed the morning medications, and back to the wet room for another wee-wee. Which was of the same VSWAO mode as the first one was!

I got the Health Checks done. The SYS had come down at last. The earhole temperature of 64°f seemed fine enough.

Then I got Computer-Cameron going, and did a graphic first, then on to updating the I Saturday post. About three hours later, I’d got it finished. Then I emailed the Link. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then Facebooking. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was in a good mood with me!

Still no need of the Porcelain Throne heavy-duty usage needed, yet? Off I trudged limpingly (Oh, the toes!) to get the ablutions tackled.

Ablutionisticalisationing Report:

  • The terrible Toothache Terence was triggered, cleaning the teeth.
  • The shaving took such a long time, but I was extremely wary after yesterday.  However, no cuts whatsoever!
  • The showering had few repeated dropsies. The shower gel bottle (3), the showerhead It’s a miracle it hasn’t broken yet? (2), the flannel, and the back scrubber (4).
  • Dizzy Dennis visited me towards the end of the showering, but thankfully for only a couple of minutes or so.
  • The drying off under the wall heater went almost perfectly! (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) Not a single item was knocked off of the floor cabinet (Honestly!)
  • I did make a Whoopsidangleplop when getting dressed, well a couple. I clouted my knee on the WC as I lost balance getting the trousers on. And then, putting the shirt on, I hit my right knuckle on the edge of the door. But nothing serious.

I sorted out the waste bags. Five small bags were taken to the waste chute, and the gigantic blue recycling bag had some stuff added to it. Far too big for the minuscule opening in the chute, so I can take it down to the caretaker’s room in the morning.

Back to the apartment, and a message came in from Iceland. Another round of my getting addled and disconcerted, dementia or memory loss, call it what you will. But I was convinced I’d ordered it for next Monday? Anyway, it was due to arrive in a few minutes! Sad, innit?

Minutes later, the intercom rang but then stopped after a few seconds. Now I was confused. If I got down to have a look, I might miss whoever it was of they rang back. It turned out to be the Iceland delivery driver. The chap said he had other deliveries in the block, so rang each one to let them know he was here.

He put the good through in the hall for me, I slipped him a can of G&T, then got the bags into the kitchen to sort through them.

I made a mug of Thompsons Punjana to drink while getting the things away.

I started off with the frozen stuff. Far too much to fir in the freezer! So I did mean to order these for next week? Sadly, some throwing out of food was needed to get the new stuff fitted in. By the time I’d done it, there was another bag ready to go to the waste chute!

Then, on to the fridge and fresh food bags. Mushrooms, orange juice, pork shoulder steaks. Some of what I am sure will be uneatable Morrocan tomatoes, the last lot were. The mushrooms, well-covered in nutrient-rich compost! The wholemeal rolls, crushed flat, as only Iceland know how to do. Kitchen towels, potatoes etc. Next bag, endless cakes?

I just cannot remember ordering all this lot? Blimey, if the dates are long enough, I’ll still have to hand some out, so many! Cheddar biscuits as well? Oh, and a Raspberry and cream swiss roll. (That could have been ordered, a vague memory guiltily lingers!)

Made a start on this blog for a couple of hours, then got Josie’s meal prepared and delivered. Cheesy potatoes, tomatoes, gherkins, silverskin onions, Surimi-sticks, smoked haddock, peas and beetroot. Delivered it Josie’s door. And then got some belly pork in the oven to slow-cook, coated in hoisin sauce, for my feast. Started on the computer again.

Saccades Sandra and Dizzy Dennis paid me an extended visit. I had to give up on doing the computing.

Concentrated on making the nosh… carefully, not taking any risks.

A fairish plateful, considering how Dizzy Dennis and Shirley were giving my so much bother. A score of 7.5/10

The early-weariness joined in. I got the pots washed and took the evening medications, but that was all.

I got down in the recliner and the TV on, and nodding-offs soon started. None of them lasted for longer than five minutes. Amazingly timed for me to miss and exciting bit of whatever I was watching!

But for any proper sleep, my Sweet Morpheous, I had to wait for hours!

I gave-up on the TV and laid looking lazily and lackadaisically at the rain coming down the balcony windows and in through the cracks to soak the running board.

The wee-wee trips were frequent, but each time they would have struggled to fill a tea-cup! They were getting less and less. Still, I got up and down each event without any further injuries.

Eventually, I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea, and the dying sun put in a surprise visit.

With Sweet Morpheous still refusing my requests, I put the TV back on. And was pleased to find a documentary on Freeview channel 66. I really got into it as well… During the second set of adverts, Zzzz!