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

2020 Mar 24

2020 tttMar24

Tuesday 24th March 2020

Maori: Rātapu 24th o Maehe 2020

000 Mar 24 (2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2Tue23

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2Tue14I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

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

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

1Mon06a

2Tue02

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I waffled again there, sorry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Getting back to sleep took a long time.

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

Inchcock Today – Thursday 19th December 2019: Indoor day, Humph

1 Dec 19

2019 ttDec 19

Thursday 19th December 2019

Welsh: Dydd Iau 19eg Rhagfyr 2019

01Dec 19

23:45hrs: I woke in a state of malaise, anxiety and apprehension, not knowing why. Somehow believing I should know? I disentangled my flabby-stomached torso from the £300 second-hand, stuck half-up, half-down recliner. The control buttons were unresponsive again. I was surprised at there being no demand for a wee-wee.

WDPH01L4WD 60.25.0 WD 60.25.0f Then the stomach rumbled, and a slight ‘Pwlumph’ from the rear end, (emitting an immediate foully odious aroma) signalled a need of the Porcelain Throne instead. I grabbed the walking stick, got the slippers on and trotted (well, hobbled), to the wet room. I wish I’d had time to take the camera with me now. As I was settling on the raised seat, I opened the dressing gown at the same time. Lost my balance and proceeded to knock the following (there may have been more) items off of the floor cabinet: Body spray, Germoloid tube, the Pimecrolimus bottle, the Daktacort cream,

+the crossword book and pencil, the toilet spray, spare roll, and something little that fell down the back, that I have yet to find. Humph!

4Thu01I carried out evacuation; which went well, apart from a fair bit of bleeding. And set to picking up the dislodged items. I noticed the bruises on my leg from last night’s rather vicious Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance, but they were not bad at all. One behind and one in front as best I could tell. Then I got the camera to take a  shot of it. Otherwise, the legs looked much better than of late. In fact, looking now closer at the front mark, it may not be a bruise at all, looks more like a Clopidogrel papule to me. But I could be wrong, I sometimes am, well quite often… okay, I’m usually wrong!

4Thu02Washed up, and to the kitchen. Got the kettle on then took this ‘Aperture Priority’ photo of the view outside.

I had a few moments of reflection but had to cut it short. I started off musing in a decent sort of semi-contended fashion, but things soon turned to my many failings, misinterpretations, mistakes, misjudgements, misconceptions and a mood of morosity maddeningly meandered into my mind.

I took the medications, and started updating the Wednesday blog, and:

Virg D brown

WD 60.25.0 Jerky and freezing now and again, but at least it didn’t (or hasn’t yet) gone off. A rarity that! Well done Mike Fries (Incapable, uncaring, overpaid, Git!)

After several hours, a lot of photos and the route map had to be sorted, I got the updating finished! Hurrah! The neurotransmitters were not too bad this morning, so typing was less of an ordeal. But the old concentration was not so good. So I took a break, made some tea and nibbled a few lumps of the Galaxy darker chocolate. Odd, but I do not like the Cadbury darker chocolate, but do the Galaxy?

Once again, as I sat looking at the computer screen but not doing anything on it, the thoughts began to turn to the not nice things in my life. So I launched into putting some pictures on Pinterest, and then onto the WordPress Reader. Well worth a couple of hours, entertainment time.

Then I went on the TFZer Facebooking. By golly, that took me some time to catch up on, but I enjoyed every moment of it!

I’ll make a brew, have rest, and get on with making some more graphics to use later. There’s no rest, is there! Haha!

Gotten Himmel! That took me hours and hours, and I only got the Days and Thoughts done! No page toppers at all! And I was drained!

5Fri01WD 60.25.0 Still,  time for the nosh now. I had cheesy potatoes, garden peas, and maple pork steaks. (In the morning, I found the damned photograph of the plate, had drifted off into the ether. I hate that!) But the shot I took at the same time of outside, was there on the SD?

I got the pots washed, then did the handwashing, wrung and hung to dry.

Ensconced my short, stubby but plump, wobbly body in the recliner, to try and watch Jurrasic Park 2 on DVD. I soon got bored with the glibness, and turned to the TV, and fell into slumber.

Inchcock Today – Mon 27 May 2019: A surprise visit from Physio Nurse – very nice, but left me aching all over! As Johnny Kidd & the Pirates nearly sang. Hehe!

May 28

2019 May 28

Monday 27th May 2019 – Bank Holiday

Welsh: Dydd Llun 27 Mai 2019 – Gŵyl y Banc

7Sun22WD 0.0.255c 00:25hrs. Having been woken up by fifteen landline phone calls over an hour, from a food delivery personage, I decided sleep was once again not to be attainable for me. Gadzooks!

I can’t remember if I put this photo I took in yesterdays Inchcock Today or not, but it is so beautiful, I’ll put it on again, just in case.

The wee-wees were of the VSFWWW (Very short Frequent-Weak-Wee-wees) mould again, but pretty frequent. The EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) needed emptying and sanitising.

I made a brew and got on with the updating of the Sunday blog. Got it finished and posted off, then had a visit to the WordPress Reader.

The tea had gone cold, and I required another wee-wee to go with the three taken while doing the updating. No cramps, and although the leg is dancing and stamping of its own accord occasionally, the fingers and hands are much calmer this morning. Typing is much easier today. (Hope I don’t regret saying this later… Mmm!) I made a fresh mug of Glengettie Special Assam/Nigerian blend tea. Possibly the best-tasting tea ever!

WD 0.0.255c While the kettle was boiling, the need for another wee-wee arrived. Nothing felt urgent in any way, and I grabbed the EGPWWB and began to relieve myself. This time, it was of the LSPDOWW (Long-Slow-Painful-Drawn-out-Wee-Wee) variety. I can’t remember ever having taken so long a wee-wee before in my life! Hehehe! Within five minutes, I needed another wee-wee. This time, it was back to the SWDWW (Short-Weak-Dribbling-Wee-Wee) type. Confusing!

I went on the TFZer Facebooking next. 

Then made a start on this post.

WD 0.0.255c I’m still a bit confused about whether or not I should wear the Ankle-Support-Strapping or not. The problem is, it is now hurting the feet and toes. With all those weeks of my being institutionalised, the toenails are far too long, and the corns and callouses are giving some stick when I wear the Support? I am not supposed to go out without it on. But the only paediatrician… no that’s not right, erm… Chiropodist, I can find, works only at a call-in centre on Mondays. But not today, of course, cause it’s another Bank Holiday. This means I have to wait another week to see him. I might ask the nurse in the morning if she has any id2Tue03eas that might help. I’m a bit nervous in case the foot and ankle give way and goes over, and breaks any bones. That would not be good at all. I think Caroline is due tomorrow, I’ll check the Google Calendar. Yes, that’s right, Caroline is due, and the Dentist check-up at 12:40hrs.

The mystery kitchen object remains just that, a mystery?

I’ve just realised that I have not had a wee-wee for over two hours now. The bladder seems to be doing its own thing? Haha!

1Mon06I got carried away and decided to do some hand-washing again. Or should I, I thought to myself? Being a dippydro, and indecisive-ponderer, after much ado and much shilly-shallying, uncertainty and scrupling, I decided I would do the washing after-all. Just a T-shirt and heavy long-sleeved thermal baselayer jumper to do.

WD 0.0.255c The leg and arm, of course, both started shaking at the same time as I was cleaning the thermal jumper. I dropped it and slashed soapy water all over the sink, drying area, floor and myself! Now I know why I was hesitating over whether I should do the job in the first place – my EQ knew I shouldn’t, but I had frittered away and squandered the EQ advice that I should have known to listen to! Will I ever learn? I am such a nudzh!

WD 0.0.255c Making things even worse; I cleaned up the mess and was getting the T-shirt on the flat airer. With the cunningly positioned bowls and basins to catch any water that drips, which they were doing a grand job of. And I knocked over the big vase with my sticking-out right foot, emptying the water where I had just cleaned up the first chance-medley. And soaked the right foot, slipper and sock through! I am such a schnook! I was in a right shemozzle. Oy Gevalt!

I cleared the newly wetted things up again. Amidst some silent oaths and firm self-mumblage! Then another wee-wee was tended to, thankfully they seemed to have settled back as of the SWDWW (Short-weak-dribbling-wee-wee) type.

It was snug and warm in the flat this morning. I was piddling around with just the night socks, short-sleeved shirt and the PPs on. Not even got my slippers on now (They were drying next to the stand-up airer drying, Humph!).

WD 0.0.255c A feeling that I may need the Porcelain Throne prompted me to put the kettle on and nip to the wet room. After yesterday’s agonisingly painful, and marathon activity session, that was the longest bar one, that I have ever taken. The other was many years ago, in about 1972, when I had a barium meal at the hospital, and the swine didn’t give me any of the loosening crystals afterwards! As I recall, that was a two-hour session! I was not really forward to this evacuation. But it was a false alarm. Plenty of splurting wind arrived, but no signs of any movement from the innards at all!

WD 0.0.255c 1Mon07I did sit there a while, just in case. While I waited in vain for some activity, I did notice how the pins (legs), and one was fatter than the other, both were the new standard for me pale and anaemic. Also, they had accrued some more papsules, spots and growths to go with the scar from yesterday’s battle I lost with the sock-glide when the shakes started at an inopportune moment, just as I was about to put my foot in the glide. Had it been a few seconds earlier or later, I may not have got the wound at all. Hey-Ho!

I think this problem might be caused by Lou Gehrig’s disease or Axonotmesis nerve problem. Either way, its effects are facinorous. The right leg did a bit of its jumping, shaking and stomping while I was in wet room. However, the fingers remain far calmer than yesterday. So, every cloud has a silver lining. I looked this up on Google, it means that even the worst events or situations have some positive aspect. I can’t think of any at the moment, but I think they could be right, I suppose. Humph!

I went onto CorelDraw to create some Inchcock Thoughts of the Day, and a couple of Brexit Humour graphics.

The landline flashed. It was someone from the Stroke Team, a lady, asking if she could call on me in about an hour. I could not catch every word, but she said she’ll be here about 0900hrs. I was surprised by it being a Bank Holiday Monday. So, I ran about getting a wash, shave, and teggies were all done, etc.

WD 0.0.255c I then realised that the wristlet alarm was not on my wrist. Panic! I searched each room repeatedly. I’m sure I had it on when I woke up as well. After half-and-hour of flapping about, checking drawers, shelves and the finnimbrun pots, I recognised that it was 0915hrs, no one had come yet? Had I misheard? Then, I rechecked the kitchen again. The moment I found the alarm, it all came back to me… Tsk! When I was doing the hand-washing, I took the wristlet off, to keep it dry! Hey-ho!

1Mon07aIt was Physio Lucy who arrived around 10:15hrs. A quickie today. Exercises done, that all seemed to go well, to me.

I took a snap of the view from the unwanted, light & view blocking new multi-panes of ungettable-to glass to clean windows.

A hue to it that was pleasing this time.

1Mon07cAn hour or so later, from roughly the same area, but taken from a wider angle.

An early nosh was decided on. I raided the freezer for some Aberdeen Angus beef-burgers, and very fatty they were indeed.

The oven tray I did them in was 1/3rd deep in melted fat in no time at all.

1Mon07dThe chips I added to the oven was soon soaked in fat, and uneatable really, so they got thrown away.

The tomatoes salad and mushrooms were lovely. But the beefburgers were plastic in both composition and taste! Eurgh! Not a lot was eaten.

The body finally gave in to sleep, and I drifted 1Mon08off. I woke a few hours later, an when I burst awake, I was confused as to just what time it was.

It was early evening, and the sky looked quite magnificent. Moody and threatening a little, mind you.

I had an SWDWW, got the kettle on, and updated this diary.

Caroline coming in the morning, then the Dentist check-ups to go for.

Off for a Porcelain Throne visit. Same as of late, hard, solid and a painful devil to move.

Caught up on the TFZer Facebooking. Then went on the WordPress Reader for a while.

Again, sweet Morpheus was denied.

Grrr! But I did catch up a little bit when I nodded off earlier. Hehehe!