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 – Thursday 22nd October 2020: Back on the Enoxaparin Injections, so anticipate losing mind-control for a while. (Any excuse, Hehe!)

TFZer Thomas Hahaha!

Thursday 22nd October 2020

Spanish: Jueves 22 de Octubre de 2020

02:10hrs: When I eventually got to sleep, I enjoyed 4½ uninterrupted hours of dream-free, bliss! Heavenly!

The regular wee-wee was needed by myself, and it was another dribbling a few drops and gently spraying it around. Tsk! However, on testing the colour, it had gone a shade lighter, at last! I’m not going to get too hopeful though, cause the antibacterial capsule have finished now, antibacterial? No, that’s wrong, antibiotics, I meant. So, after 12 days of taking them, and finishing the course, things improve?

My mind was not too sharp this morning (Not that ever is, Hehe!). I got a wash, and then fumbled and bumbled my to the kitchenette, and took two snaps of the morning skyline view. (Later, I doctored them as best I could on CorelDraw, to make this picture below. Not too bad.

Got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks. I opened the wrong medical drawer and got the Boots machine out, instead of the new one. I decided to try it anyway, and blow-me-down, it worked!?!? I’ll keep using this while it lasts, it’s quicker than the new tin-covered one.

The SYS was a bit high again. I thought I’d push my luck and try the old thermometer, but it wasn’t playing, so I got the new laser one, but was disappointed in the low reading. Still, I don’t think that 32.4°c is too bad. I’m sure it has been lower than that at times.

I got the computer on, and found this graphic I’d taken off the screen yesterday, and forgot to publish it. It’s the latest figures for Nottingham for Coronavirus. The ‘Your Area’ E-newsletter arrived, and I had a quick perusal of it. And in the comments section at the bottom of the page, I came across this contribution: I don’t know if it’s right or not, but if it is, I’m not happy about it:

I got carried away again there, sorry.

As I was about to take the second Dioctyl of the day, then a summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, l was off to the wet room again.

Well, such a pleasant surprise there, mate. Even less pain, no bleeding or mess, and from start to finish, took only a couple of minute! Mind you; the tank had to be flushed three times to rid the evacuated matter! Hey-ho!

Back to the computer, I plodded. To find that Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet, kept clonking out and coming back on. Grrr! So the updating of yesterdays blog took much longer than it should have. Thank you, Mr Fries!

I made a start on this blog. And shortly, the Vampire Angel Nurse Hristina arrived, and in a hurry, got me sorted out, and still managed to have little gossip as well, which was nice. She asked what the noise was, and I explained it was just ‘Herbert’ making his train models. I do love that gal, nothing naughty in it, she’s just a beautiful, caring person.

I tried to do an Iceland order for next week. Got on alright, did the ordering, okay, but, the system would not take my PayPal payment, I was getting sent all over the place to get back on, but it was no use, I gave up in the end, and, frustrated, and a little worried in case I’d been high-jacked? I cancelled the order manually and had to do a Sainsbury one instead.

I was concerned that after I got the order done, they might not take my payment – Worried? Me? – Yes!

The Morrison order is due today, and I was slowly moving into a Defcon-2 panic mode. I got the Sainsbury order finished, and there was no problem with the payment? But the usual confirmation via email has not come in? Glibblebonks! Always summat to worry about! Hello, it’s just come in, Phew!

I looked at the E-Magazine again and came across this item about the Nottingham City Homes flat complex in Clifton. It was about the garages being demolished. Blimey, that’s a high block! Saccades Sandra is stopping me counting at the moment, but it must be 24 storeys or so high. Impressive

I had a look for any Coronavirus updates when the new Email came in. But none in there.

Then the Morrison delivery arrived. I got them took through to the kitchenette post haste.

Got the bits put away, and set to getting the Jenny stuff in a separate carrier bag, to take down to her apartment. I’d ordered some things for Jen, Doris and Frank to nibble as a thank you.

But, it turned out I’d got substitutes that I cannot eat, or don’t like. Also… I may have made an error, thinking that the strawberry and cream dessert was an individual one; it turned out to be a massive bowlful! Ah, well, at least they can eat them up.

No refuse sacks, Bramley apple pie, or soft sandwich thins delivered. And as for the 2 x 3oz, Zoflora orange disinfectant, none of that either – they sent 3 x Cheapo Pibne disinfectant, and they were ¾ pint jobs! Why do they make substitutes like that, Grrr! The apple pie was subbed with apple & blackcurrant ones, which I don’t like (Blackcurrants). Add to the misery with my pwn cock-up in ordering a mammoth dessert for a tiny individual one, and it was a bit of disaster today with shopping all around.

I got the waste bags on the trolley to go out with me to the chute, and two carrier bags, one inside the other, with Doris and Jenny’s treats in, there was more than I had planned, but it’s lovely to think that a pair of lovely ladies can have a treat!

Off to the waste chute room, dropped down the bags, and returned to the lift, down to Jenny’s, rang the bell, I was struggling to open the door and get the trolley through, and Jen appeared and thanked me. Lif back up and in the flat. Struggling even more getting the trolley back inside, I fear, well, I know, that Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, was readying himself, and building up to launch into one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances. It’s the tingling and wobbly knee-cap that gives him away. Hahaha!

Got the oven on and put the fish in to cook, and updated as far as here on the blog. Had enough now, time to eat and collapse, before the leg-dancing starts, I hope.

By Gawd, that was such a tasty meal, not a lot, but it went down a right treat! Mmm! A Taste-Rating of 8.5/10! Got the pots in the sink to soak, had a swig of the pathetic Peptac antacid, washed, and made my way back to the recliner to take the medications and get my head down.

As I had just got down on the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched the half-anticipated right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines. It honestly couldn’t have been better timed for once! I was snug and safe from falling over onto the floor as well! The leg offered up its version of a faltering, single-legged cross between the Cha-cha-cha and the Rumba!

Had it not been for the clouting of the toes, ankle and knee against the recliner and ottoman, I would have enjoyed it! I anticipated finding a couple of new bruises in the morning methinks.

I got the TV on and kept taking swigs of the spring water, as the Doctor ordered, to help get the bacterial infection and colour of the affected wee-wee down. But not for long, within about an hour, I found I was battling against the drooping eyelids to watch the TV, and that was good enough for me.

I turned off the gogglebox, and was in a deep sleep, dreaming about a black and a tabby cat, who were adoring each others company, and in the dream, I got a cream cake out to eat… the cats went berserk, and all hell was let loose as they fought each other to get to the cream first! Much more happened, I think, but this is all I could remember at the time of writing this. I found the photo to use, on Google, it is just like they were, all lovey-dubby before the cream came to disturb their bliss. Hehehe!

Immediately after, or it may have been during the dream, I woke up with a start, and could hear a grinding noise, that was loud, but died away quickly. I’ve no idea what it was or where it came from. But this did not bother me, and somehow I was soon back off in the land of nod again!

Deep in slumber once again, and the Landline flashed away, and I fought my way out of the recliner, clouting my elbow en route to the phone.

It was the lady from the QMC (Queens Medical Centre) Warfarin Anticoagulation, and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis), INR Assessment Clinic, with the semi-panic-creating blood-test results. 

I knew what was coming. The first thing the lady said was: ‘Have I woke you up?’, I replied, ‘Yes, thank-you’ and offered a laugh with it. Getting a giggle back from her, assured me she was a good one to talk to. The lady informed me that the INR result was only 1.3 (Target being 3.2). If I go below 1.2, it means hospitalisation for me.  I knew what was coming, time to go on the Enoxaparin injections again, I was right. She asked if I had any in stock, and I stumbled to the kitchen to have a look at what was there; I’d got two 40ml, and three 80ml hypodermics in the drawer. “Oh, good, then you’ll last until Monday, 80ml a day. Another blood test will be done then. ‘I’ll ring your Doctor and tell her of the urgent need for the Enoxaparin needles’. I asked, does this mean I’ll have to go to Carrington to collect them?’ – ‘Yes!’ I was losing my sense of humour now!

I wrote down the new Warfarin dosages, for up to Monday, and the dates etc. I hope, looking at my half-asleep writing, that I can read and understand them in the morning. The Warfarin doses were plain enough, I think—3 tablets tonight, and 2½ daily in the evenings until Monday. I mentioned to the nurse, the Dioctyl and MacBid tablets I’ve been on and why. She thinks these may have had some effect on the Warfarin level. I, on the other hand, knew what the problems had been that caused this emergency.

Obviously, with the Coronavirus, things are so much harder for the staff, and some have been moved to help deal with the virus. So, in their wisdom, the NHS has decided to investigate and free-up more staff for the Covid-19 wards, by not doing any home calls for Warfarin takers, but tell them to go to the hospital for their blood tests! Christ, I hope they never do that to me!

The other thing they have been doing is; if any patient gets three in-range INR results on the trot, they will leave it three weeks until the next one, which has just happened to me, hence, now my at risk grading has gone up. I can look forward to the agony of fetching my medications, giving myself injections, and am now all in a muddle in what needs doing, when and why! Flibblegonkackles! Still, it’s not nice to complain.

I thanked the lady, and set about sorting the medications, and will leave them out on the clothes airer, so I don’t forget to take them. I felt a positive fool when I found a couple more Enoxaparin hypos!

Well, I didn’t know fully where I was or supposed to be doing by then. Oh, yes, the needle! I got the injectionalisationing done. There is a lot more flobby-blubber around the boing-boing overweight stomach to pick a spot to puncture nowadays. Humph! Haha!

Not having done any injecting for a few weeks, it made me jump a bit. I think that Nicolas’s Neurotransmitters let me down, and I pushed the needle in a little too hard, but the message did not get to the brain in time? A lot of that is happening lately, Hahaha! Hey-ho!

Worran ‘orrible end to the day!

And ask for sleep, huh!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 30th September 2020: Cannelloni Ragu!

Janet sees Henry on the television!

Wednesday 30th September 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 30ain Medi 2020

01:15hrs: The regular waking up in need of a wee-wee, a struggle out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner. Then the catching of my balance, and the hobble, to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). Partook in a partaking in an SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wee, which must have lasted for about 10-seconds? Mmm?

To the wet room, to clean and sanitise the bucket, and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Good timing! And what a pleasantly acceptable surprise as well! Very quick, I think someone had placed a pump or motor in the innards, Hehe! It was a long-extended dollop, but it was out and done within seconds! No mess, minimal bleeding, but most importantly, far less painful than it’s been for months! Yee-Ha!

But, would the evacuated product disappear with one flush? No! I kept filling up the tank by hand, tried putting bleach down, prodded and poked with a stick, but it took at least eight flushings before things cleared (At least I hope it has!)

The flush handle was getting hot, I’d used it so much. Hehehe! I couldn’t resist doing a bit of CorelDraw skullduggery on this photo later on.

I found myself pondering on the days’ needs and musts, the Sainsbury order due, the Nottingham City Homes maintenance men calling (To look at the balcony door, I hope), and the Vampire Nurse is due to take the Warfarin blood to be tested. I think there is something else that’s not on the calendar, but it’s all a bit vague in the head – No change there then!

I got the Health Checks tended to. Once again, the BP sphygmomanometer gave forth a decent SYS count for me, at 148. The DIA 74, and Pulse was at 80. These seemed okay as well. I considered assuming a Smugness-Mode, but I decided against it.

The stick thermometer reading of 34.3° was another good one.

A betterer photo of the thermometer this time. I used the Nikon camera. Then took a couple of shots of the morning view across Nottingham. One photograph, the first one, with the Night Landscape setting, the second in Aperture Priority setting.

The AP one was a lot closer to how the view looked to the naked eye. Such an excellent deep blue all around.

Will, or are things improving for me, luck-wise? Are perhaps the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court; the entities, ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, grotesqueries, urchins, karakia-cursing-hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To destroy the sanity, confuse, and scare the hell out of Inchcock, by getting him to start feeling confident? Then shattering his foolish hopes, and giving him a pasting of chronic bad luck? Got carried away there again. Sorry!

I began updating the Tuesday diary, a lot of work to be done on it. But, I ploughed on persistently, ignoring the oh, so many corrections I had to do, thanks mainly to SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and the tenderness of the right hand’s PICP (Proximal Interphalangeal Cartilage Pain). A mouthful that one is, Haha!

I finally got the updating finished. Sent of the email and link. Then made a template for this post, and started it off. But not for long, the ablutionalisationing needed to be done, time was moving on. I got the jacket grey-jacket soaking in the kitchen sink, then got the ablutions done.

Remarkable indeed, twas a stand-up job, too early to use the noisy shower. A handful of dropsies, no dizzies, no falls, no toe stubbing. Only one nick shaving! Yes! The medicationalisationing of the rear-end was bit hurtful but was to be expected now that the attentions of Constipation Conrad are back. And the legs looked so good – still deathly pale of course, but still, I mustn’t complain.

The Sainsbury delivery man rang the intercom, and I admitted him. There didn’t look much in the box he put the food into for me. I checked on the paperwork.

There were unavailable items that had not come, this made my total spend lower than the minimum for free delivery, so the numbskulled, greedy, rich-aristocracy owning scumbags, added a £3 delivery-charge! Grumbleconfusement! Balderdashness! Teeth-Gritting-Gnashing and Buggleworthlessness!

Still, I have to give the robbing arse-holes credit, they saved the day sending me some butter, Germoloid, potato cakes and Irish Farls. Oh, and the Surimi sticks. And the potato farls had only one-days shelf life on it! Huh!

I got the grey jacket from the kitchenette’s sink, and thoroughly rinsed it with fabric softener, then, all done, wrung and hung to dry on a coat hanger above the sink unit.

: I realised I’d not got the Alarm Wrislet on. Obviously, I thought to myself, I’ve left it in the wet room, it’ll be hanging on top of the Opium bottle… no hang on, that’s not right, erm… Olmesartan bottle, where I put it every morning while showering… But No, it wasn’t there! So I had a search around, a ferret, hunt, and or rootle, all over the place. A panic-attach was a probability, but luckily I found the wristlet. I’m too embarrassed to say where Tsk! Fool! 

Herbert was doing his modelling again, tapping, knocking. Wonder what he’s making today?

The Nottingham City Homes fitter called me on the landline. He’s on his way.

He arrived ten minutes later; and set to work on the balcony door and lock. It had been fitted wrongly at birth. Haha! A bit like me, then! It seems that other blocks, as well as Winwood Heights, have been having trouble with their balcony’s and locks. He soon had me sorted and checked that I know how to use the lock and key.

But I didn’t have the dexterity to use the key, but it can lock by pulling up a lever as well. Fair enough then. I thanked the young man, and he shot off. Sociable bloke.

Then the Vampire nurse arrived, let herself in as I asked her to, she soon had the blood taken for the Warfarin test. She was also sociable and pleasant. I thanked her, and she shot off (busy).

As Herbert kicked off again, I went on Facebooking catch-up. Didn’t take too long this time.

Now I can plan to get out to the Poundland store, later. Yipee!

The door chimes rang out there ♫I only want to be with you♫, tune. It was Deana to tell me that the flat lobby floor is going to be worked on and is out of bounds for about an hour.

So, getting out to the Poundland store is now cancelled. Humph! Gawd, it’s hard work living here!

Italiano nosh prepped in the oven (ready-made Cannelloni Ragu) A new product from Iceland. I have to say it looked most unappetising when I took it out of the box, and covered the top with grated extra strong cheese, before going into the oven. Sliced some mini-tomatoes and sea-salted them, and apple, and a pot of lemon mousse to follow.

Well, it looked delicious when cooked, and tasted almost divine when eaten. The tomatoes were excellent, well, it all went down okeydokey indeed. A Taste-Rating of 8.5/10!

Got the few pots used cleaned, checked on the jacket hanging to dry, left it until morning, not dry enough yet. Took the evening medications. And down in the £300 recliner, in search of sweet Morpheus.

Again, like last night, I kept dozing off and waking again a few minutes later, and this lasted for hours. But tonight the Thought Storms were intervening as well.

Then I must have stayed asleep longer, cause when I woke, I could remember bits of a what seemed very lengthy dream I’d been having; Not sure where I was, I didn’t recognise my surrounding, but there were black cats everywhere, the purring from them, was like sweet, calming music. At one stage, I was coming up some cellar steps, and the black felines all jumped on me from the steps above… the memory gets vague then, but later I found I was in a hospital bed, and the cats were lying all over the bed, taking very orderly turns to come up and nudge my chin with theirs.

This delight seemed to go on for ages, but when I woke, I think, not sure, that this mammoth dream had been had in seconds. This is the first dream I’ve remembered in months, in fact since the stroke, I think. Purr! Haha!

Inchcock – Wed 16 Sept: My busiest, but happiest day for months! Two nurses visits! Chinwags! I was in heaven!

TFZ in the hallway in his mansion!

Wednesday 16th September 2020

Somali: Arbaco 16ka Sebtember 2020

02:35hrs: I came back to a sort of ersatz life, and was in need of a wee-wee. No surprise there, then. I rose gently from my £300, second-hand, c1968, dilapidated, not-working, cringeworthily beige-coloured, rusty, rickety, recliner, and did so with relative ease. Got the stick and caught my balance, and woggled-wobbly to the EOGPB (Essential-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) and took a rather unexpected LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) wee-wee! There was no AMD (After-Micturition-Dribbling), either? I took the bucket and emptied, washed and disinfected it.

I got feeling instantly guilty, as, on my the way to the kitchen, I espied positive signs of my nocturnal-nibbling activities! And not just a few Quaver packets, but three, an empty yoghourt pot, and a stick from an iced-sucker as well! (Guilt-Ridden-Mood adopted).

To the kitchenette, and got the kettle on the boil, and took a photo of the morning view, with the Nikon, in aperture-priority mode. Not one of my bestest, but still. I heard creaking noises, but could not find where they were coming from. They sounded as if they were all around the flat? And the mysterious ‘Hum’ was getting louder again?

So, I had a look outside to see if I could hear any in the flat’s hallway, but no! The newly screeded concrete flooring had feet marks on it already. They were Josies from when she woke me up last night, methinks. They were small and opposite my front door. Not that it should matter, cause the ground is going have the imitation wood flooring tiles fitted on it soon. But no creaking sounds out there, when I returned to the flat, I heard the scrunching sounds again, but they got less often as time passed. I hope the building isn’t crumbling! Ooh-er!

I got the BP sphygmomanometer readings done. And, Oh, dearie me! The Sys had shot up to 178 now! Dia 76, Pulse 79. The last two seemed alright to me, but then again, I do get confused much more with my newly acquired Arithmaphobia nowadays.

The stick thermometer read another healthy-looking 35°c. The second day in a row that it has reached 35°, so things seem to be looking up in that department, anyway. So, apart from the silly-high Sys, things appear okay.

Perhaps the worrying about all the busy medical and other appointments coming today, might have some bearing on the Sys? Or, not!

I got the mug of Glengettie Gold tea and went to the computer. Where I took a Nikon shot of the right foot, showing me that the new, either ulcer or Clopidogrel allergy rashes on top of the limb, is growing in contrast, and spreading-out a little further? The old ankle ulcer is getting jealous methinks and is getting a smidge more flared again. Hehe!

As usual, when I started typing to update the Tuesday blog, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked off. How does the Peripheral-Neuropathy know when to get Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and SSS, or even launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and act-up at the least opportune times for me? Humph!

I went on Google and found a site called Health-Unlocked, about Peripheral Neuropathy, I joined, and hope to live long enough to find the time to take part in the discussions.

I pressed on and got the post finished, but it was annoying and frustrating work. Took me far too long, but still, Hey-Ho and there you go! I emailed the link, answered comments, Pinterested some snaps, and then went on Facebook catch-up.

: The ablutions were carried out. A total of only eight dropsies. No toe stubbings, no clearing any shelves or falls! One two mini-shaving cuts. Perhaps an even better session than yesterday! SSSSME Smug-Swank-Superior-Smiling-Mode-Engaged!

I moved the maroon jacket I’d washed, rung and hung last night, above the kitchen sink, into the wet room to dry a little quicker, and out the wall convector heater on to encourage it.

Made a start on this template, and the landline burst into life. It was the optician receptionist, telling me the new spectacles are ready for collection, at the shop on Mansfield Road, in Sherwood. I explained that today is too busy for me to get out, and tomorrow I have to wait until the Nottingham City Homes maintenance crew come to repair the fire alarm. She seemed pleasant enough, she is about 20-years-old, beautiful, and of course, head over heels in love with me and craves my attention’s and body. Ahem!

I decided to get the carpet up and take it to the bin outside, I’m sick of tripping-up on it. But what exertion and a struggle it was to get it up. I lost my balance rolling the carpet up, but kept from going over – and stupidly went into a Smug-Mode. Manipulating the rug and putting gorilla tape around it to stop it falling open on the journey down to the bin, and talk about timing again; Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went, falling on the recliner chairs arm. A bit of a bruise, on my massively over-sized, blubbery-stomached torso, now. Humph!

I got the rolled mat near the front door and made up some black waste bags and a recycling sack ready to go down. I couldn’t go yet, in case the sweet, highly desirable, pretty, beautiful, attractive, loin-testing nurse Hristina should arrive while I was outside. 

Minutes later, the intercom buzzed and flashed. It was the Vampire nurse. I admitted her, I don’t how she got up to the flat so quickly, she let herself in and raced to wash her hands, then took the blood in record time! The sweet thing was very busy, as she took the blood, she told she had eighteen calls to make, and she’s spent ages trying to find somewhere to park on-site. Bless her! I slipped her a mini-bottle of champagne before she left, and she scurried out to get to her car, worried she might get a ticket. ♥ Which left me feeling down a bit, and so sad for the gal.

Then, I got the bags on the trolley, and ~I’m not sure even now how I did it, but I got to the waste chute room and deposited the small bags, caught the lift down tot he ground floor, and got out to the bin – all while dragging the large carpet along with me! And what’s more, without any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiednagleplops! A definite Smug-Mode adopted, accompanied by a sly-smirk!

Back in the foyer and back up to the flat. Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and back on the computer to carry on with the updating of this post.

I noticed later, that the view outside, looked rather like a Legoland erection. That’s not the right word, is it? Tsk! So I took a photo, and I still think it looks like a toy-town view. The colours being similar and the odd murky lightness perhaps?

I made a mug of Glengettie tea to replace the Punjana one that’d gone cold, and I returned to the computer. The right foot was itching a bit, so I had a peep at it. The new marks had now grown less intense than earlier? It’s all a mystery to me!

Sister Jane rang, we had a decent chinwag for once. Good timing, Jane! Brother-in-law Pete has many hospital appointments made, and more in the pipeline! But I’m glad he’s being cared for and they are moving fast.

While we were nattering, I heard a thud and wondered what it was. Said my farewells to Jane and Pete, and went on the hunt to see what had caused the noise, accompanied by some tap-tap knocking from Herbert, but it didn’t last long.

The questionnaire from  CityCare Continence Service. They confirmed the appointment is for 10:@15hrs, at the St Anns Valley Centre. 

A lot of instructions and advice, plus the actual questions to be answered. Nine A4 pages! So I settled to try and get them filled in.

Blimey, that took me over an hour! But it turned out good timing, the Intercom lit up and the tune played. It was Caroline from the Falls Team keeping her appointment with me.

She let herself in and set to sorting me out. She set the new walking frame up a little higher, then and watched me using it. It was not a pretty sight. A few stumbles and much kerfuffling later, we decided I’d try out the wheeled server instead. She opted to send the walker back, and suggester I use the server more.

Which made sense to me, as the wheeled-server, would be easier to use and more effective when I get Shaking Shaun, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, or Peripheral-Neuropathy-Pete, launching one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances! I appreciated the kind help. It was so nice to have someone to have a little chinwag with, as well.  We made the decision to return the frame, and I must try to use the server more, it is safer.

Back on CorelDraw while I await the Sainsbury order coming. I made a graph from the local Coronavirus report.

Sainsbury order arrived. A mixture of delightful, (Lemon Sole for Jenny), naughty (Limoncello for Josie), and my fishy favourites, and some Farmhouse Sourdough bread (a wickedly tasty-treat for myself!) Potatoes, farls, Surimi, fish sticks etc., Great!

I got the fodder inside and stored away, getting my nosh for the night prepared. A good selection of delights: Buttered Sourdough bread, Irish potato farls, smoked streaky bacon, Jenny-supplied yellow and mini-red tomatoes, egg mayonnaise, pickled extra-strong pickled onions, and some fiendishly sweet after-nibbles of, mousse and black grapes.

After the busy day, and the excitement of seeing two hard-working, sweetly-pleasant, caring nurses attending to treat and help me, chinwagging’s, and my mood on a high, I enjoyed this feast so much. Taste-Rating; 8/10! Having the sourdough bread, was a wonderful, but naughty self-treat. That’s it now, once these bread has been finished, until next month. With the thought of eating some more, mingled with the sadness of having to go back to the usual loneliness and chatter-less days coming up.

Still, I’ve got things to look forward to, like:

  • Getting to the opticians to give them £300 and collect my spectacles.
  • The Dentist visit for three fillings and an extraction!
  • The St Anns Continence Service clinic for my bowel and bladder scans.
  • The Warfarin Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic visit, to have my DVT reassessed.
  • Cardiac Team at the City Hospital, to have my mechanical aortic and mitral valve replacements, sounded.
  • And, to find someone who will cut my toenails! Hehehe!

I took the meal things to be washed, and moved the box I’d carried the food into the kitchen with, and came across some ‘Lego-Cards?

What are these all about?

Took the medications, and settled into the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner. The thrills of the day must have worn me out, cause I’d nodded off very quickly, and stayed that way, for Six-Hours! Yee-ha!

Inchcock – Wednesday 19th August 2020: A zemblanity filled, sanity testing day. Argh!

Cool TFZers, at the Cool-It-Cabin

Wednesday 19th August 2020

Bulgarian: Сряда, 19 август 2020 г.

03:10hrs: I woke in a bit of a panic today. The need for a wee-wee has never been more urgent! Hehehe! Somehow I managed to get my flabby, obese-bellied, and skinny limbed body, free of the £300, second-hand, c1968, most-uncomfortable, no-longer working, heavy, yet tottery, rickety, rusty, rachitic, recliner. Got Metal Mickey (four-pronged walking stick), and waddled off to the wet room. Noticed some signs of nocturnal nibbling en route!

 Disappointingly, I cracked the right shoulder against the door frame. Somewhat off-putting, as I had been doing so well in the distance-reading the last two days. Ah, well! The wee-wee was of the JPASB (Jet-Powered-Achroous-Spray-Back) mode, which caught me out a bit. Haha! Cleaned up, and off to the kitchenette. Got the kettle on and had to make back for the wet room smartly, as the sudden bubbling, brewing, and rumbling from the innards kicked off.

 Oh, dear, what a session. Pure pain, lots of blood, but at least it wasn’t messy. Had a go at the crossword-book while waiting for the movement to restart itself, it stopped part-way again! The cistern did not clear the evacuated product and needed assistance from a few jugs of water manually deposited in the Porcelain Throne, and four, I say, four, flushes, and still there were bits of TP not cleared! It’s a challenge these days, going to the toilet! 

Back to the cold tea in the kitchen. (Tsk!) And I got the Health Checks done. The BP figures were reet-grand. The thermometer started working again (it beat me why, too?). A result of 62.4°f, that’s about right as well! Took the medications.

Did some thought-graphics, and made a template up. Then got on with updating the Tuesday blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were behaving, and most pleasingly, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley was only giving me short bursts this morning. And with the absence of Saccades Sandra and Shaking Shaun as well, I got the updating done in good time. Got it posted off to WordPress, emailed the link, and answered a comment on WP.

I celebrated with another mug of Thompsons Punjana tea. Took this picture on the right, then went on the WordPress Reader section.

With the beautiful, nae, voluptuous vampire nurse due, and a possible delivery from Amazon (sleeves of long-life milk – I live well!), I’d better get the ablutions tackled early. Knowing my luck, because I’ve remembered to do this, they will all come late, I suppose. (My confidence, élan, positivism, and decisiveness are at an all-time low, you know! Hey-Ho!) Back in a bit…

I’m back now. And can report a much betterer session today! No shower, too early in the day for that with the noise it makes.

The feet were looking almost normal when I started and signs of bruising from the toe-stubbing. The teeth were cleaned without any hassle or bother.

 The shaving was the problem area, and at the same time, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kicked in! The result was two neck cuts, a chin nick, and a hard to stop bleeding nip behind the ear hole. I can’t understand why hairs grow behind the ear-holes so much, and none on the head!

The medicationalisationing went even smoother. Mind you, Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding.

I got the unshakeable, ineffaceable feeling that today was going to be full of such strangenesses. Aye, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Wairuas, Kehuas, Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; To scare the bejesus out of, annoy, unnerve,  and put the wind up the old energumenist, Inchcock. Yes, they were on their way! My EQ is rarely wrong.

Having completed the ablutions, medicationalisationings and got some clothes on, I got the waste bags made up and onto the trolley with a white bag of recyclables. Then set-off to the waste room in the lift lobby. Got the small bags down to the caretaker’s big bin.

I had a little natter with Robert, and then made my way back to the Woodthorpe Court lobby entrance, taking this rather natty Well, I like it) photograph before entering the building.

I poddled through to the lift lobby and waited for the elevator to arrive. Again, not any folks around whatsoever to have a natter with. Shame that! The resident’s lift came straight away. Into the cage, I popped and pressed the 12th-floor’s button.

Regretfully, then Peripheral Pete launched one of his involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler right leg dance routines, and I fell forward over the trolley-guide. I caught the Alarm button as I put my hand out to stop going all the way down.

The button flashed, and I thought, “I’m in trouble now!” But, nothing happened, no sounding bells or klaxons, nothing happened. Which was lucky for me, I thought! The Schuplatter dance lasted only a few seconds, and apart from the Osteoarthritis in the little finger, or whatever it is, no injuries. * This reminded me, the Doctor in the stroke ward, said she’d arrange a visit for me with a rheumatologist. Still, with the flipping Coronavirus bother, it’ll have to wait, I suppose.

Come think of it, I might be confused over this, it could have been a Cardiologist, Nephrologist, Geriatric Phycologist, Vascular Phycologist, or even a Psychological Neurologist? Hahaha! 

 I got out of the elevator and got into the flat. As I was putting the three-wheeler in the corner of the mini-hallway – I got such a shock! The fire alarm in the flat, burst into life! Klaxon blaring, red light flashing – Oh, heck! My head was about three feet away from the blaring Klaxon!

No panicking, though. Well, maybe a tiny bit! Humph! I checked each room and cupboard, no signs of any fire. I then rang Deana to let her know, Deana said the alarm had not activated on her panel? Comforting to know that!

Deana arrived at the flat. The gal was very relaxed and calm about things, which was more than I was, I had a sense that I had done something wrong, yet I knew that I hadn’t. Shortly, there were three fire-tenders on site!

Deana went out to greet the emergency services. A fireman appeared with Deana. The fireman wanted to know what precisely I had been doing. So I told him; I’d got back in the flat from taking the waste down to the rubbish bin, put the walker in the corner, and the fire alarm activated. He suggested I have a visit from the team to offer support on avoiding fires. Fair enough, I said, although I have never had a fire in my life.

He reset the alarm and then poddled off. I got the podded peas into the saucepan, all ready to cook later on. Very lovely, they tasted raw, as well! Not many left for the nosh now, and I found some from yesterday’s podding session. Haha! 

Then, Nurse Hristina arrived. Patiently listened to my tale of woe with the alarm as she took the blood. She was in a rush but remained friendly and kind to me.

I began to update the blog again, and the landline burst forth and flashed. It was the Fire Brigade; they will be calling on me tomorrow, around 14:30hrs.

I went back to updating this blog. Then, and guess what?

This crap service from Mr Fries makes me sick! But, I was warned of bother coming today, by my EQ!

I got the oven on and some battered fish cooking. I got the garden pea’s saucepan, on a low heat setting.

Internet back on, but deadly slow, now!

Then the door chimes rang out. I said it was going to be a busy day! Humph! It was milk sleeves arriving. I opened the door, and they were on the door frame outside. I got them opened and put some in the fridge. There was a good shelf life on them!

At last, something had gone right! Hurrah!

The fodder was about cooked, so I turned everything off, it was close to my regular head down-time anyway. I got the nosh served up. A jolly decent flavour-rating of 8/10 fish nosh. I washed the pots and got a bottle of spring water, and in the recliner, sleep searching.

There followed a series of botherations, that encapsulated Sweet Morpheus attempts, ideally;

: A landline call: “I’m from BT, it has been noticed that…” Auto recording. Rang-off, and got back in the c1968 recliner, well-miffed! 

: Ten minutes later, a landline call: TheDoctors surgery with the results and new Warafrin INR doses: Tonight 2.5, then 2 nightly until Monday 24th August, the next Blood Test date. Scribbled details on the note pad. I got back in the c1968 recliner, well tired.

: Another landline call: “I’m from BT, it has been noticed that…” I said nothing when I picked up the handset, recorded talking in the background. Auto recording. Rang-off, and got back in the c1968 recliner, well-miffed! 

: Half-an-hour or so later, yet another landline call: “I’m from Visa, there has been a £4000 transaction on you… Auto recording. Rang-off, and got back in the c1968 recliner, well-miffed! I scribbled down notes on each call on the pad.

The Thought-Storms began, and I was so annoyed at these damned con-calls! The last time when I did some searching, the number was registered in London, a further search on the web, revealed those I had then, were from Nigeria and Albania.

It took me hours to get the mind free enough to almost nod off, and the landline burst forth and flashed again! I ignored it.

No chance of sleep now, I put on the TV and headphones.

A tired, almost angry, frustrated and bewildered Inchcock, gave up and decided to get on the computer. The very moment I attempted to shuffle my short-plump, overweight podgy body from the £300, second-hand recliner… Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kicked off, and Colin Cramps joined in on my legs and feet!

So I acquired some new bruises, crawled back into the rickety recliner, and sort of sulked and felt sorry for myself! But the Thought-Storms, fears, frustrations, and events of this wickedly tormenting day, flowed. 03:00hrs, I got up for a wee-wee, and stayed up!

Sleep? What’s that then?

Inchcock Today – Monday 17th August 2020: A befuddling day!

TFZers: Filming at the Cool-It-Cabin? ♥

Monday 17th August 2020

Sethoso: Mantaha Oa La 17 Phato 2020

03:35hrs: I woke, in a vague cloak surrounding me. Without thinking of anything, really, yet everything at the same time.

I rose and got to the GPOEB (Grey-Plastic-Overnight-Emergency-Bucket), and spent a hell of a long time passing a WTPP (Weak-Trickling-Pale-Painful) wee-wee. Last night was the worst night’s sleep in months! I was not really with it at all. At this stage, things seem to be done in an auto-mode fashion. Until the PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble) started to drizzle a lot more ferociously than usual. Tsk! I went to get my hands washed and free of the droplets. Crinkleblodums!

  Argh! No hot water! I’d left the hot water tap running in the sink! The hot water had made a right mess of the grey bowl. (Incidental, can you see a shape in the cloth in the bowl? I see two). There are times when I feel such an idiot, question my sanity, or hate myself, perhaps just want to cry! Feel dejected and pitiably, pathetically, prostate, with palpations prodding away persistently. Sometimes, rarely, all of these emotions at the same time. This was such an occasion! Skulkclogglebonks!

I was summoned to the Porcelain Throne – and responded with some haste. The sensation from the innards indicated that I was in for a long grind, so I got the crossword book out. In expectancy of a long fight to get the movement started, but I was so wrong. (But this has been known to happen often in the past!) In fact, the pain, to begin with, was chronic, but the sound of a plethoric plump-shaped evacuation, indicated the end of the pain, almost instantly? I was confused. The tennis-ball released, splashed water all over, and mixed with the relief of the discomfort, was a very odd sensation! No bleeding from anywhere, either? I imagine I put on a face that was a mix between Oliver Hardy and Stan Laurel. Hehehe!

I mused over the start to the day I’d had so far. Feeling all vague – had an agonising wee-wee. Found I’d left the hot faucet running, and then had an evacuation like never before. No messages came to me from my EQ either. Had I snuffed it and nobody had told me? Hahaha!

I was undoubtedly still in a puddled, confused state of mind. I went and got the computer on, and realised I had not yet made a mug of tea, took the medications or done the Health Checks? So, I did them. The Sys was well up again, but that may be because I was feeling the way I was, disoriented and finding it hard to concentrate? Took the medications.

As I made my back to the computer, I spotted a sign of nocturnal nibbling having taken place on the Ottoman! On a closer look, I found I’d been writing notes on a pad over-night as well? I couldn’t remember doing any of this. The scribble was not decipherable either. Blimey, I had lost the plot, clearly!

I took a picture of the view, as I hung out of from the thick-framed, rain letting-in, can’t get at to clean, without injuring myself trying to manipulate the step ladders, stubbing my toes and or falling off of the steps, new kitchenette window.

I got a bit mixed up putting the photographs on the web, and somehow they went on WordPress after resizing to suit, in a different order as they were taken. What’s going on! This did the job of updating the blog take longer than ever. But I persevered and stumbled along and got the updating done, thankfully the ailments were being kind to me. (At one point, I wondered if they were as confused as I was this morning?) I got it posted to WordPress, emailed the link, and Pinterested some pictures. Answered a comment.

Then, it was back to the Porcelain Throne again! I was even more caught out by this evacuation. It was not too painful, over quickly and not messy at all! A bit of bleeding, but that is usual for Harold and his Haemorrhoids, I think maybe the furuncles may have contributed somewhat. Tsk!

I started the ablutions, it was late enough for me to have the radio on, BBC Radio Four Extra, and the Navy Lark for half-an-hour while showering. I lost all of my worries and fears while I listened to this old 1961 programme, really enjoyed it.

Not only that, but the legs appeared to be getting some colour back in them, and the knees looked good, well warped! Later, I realised that before the show started, I was having dropsies, cut my gums doing the teggies, and cut myself twice shaving. And the feet, they looked absolutely like a new pair!

In the shower, while listening to the Navy Lark, as far as I can recall, no Dennis Dizzies, dropping the shower-head, soap, flannel, or back scrubber. I didn’t hit my head or any other part of my body, or banging into the grab bars took place at all! Now, this must mean something! There’s a lesson to be learnt here. I’ve no idea what, but still!

I exited the wet room, without walking into anything! And definitely felt regenerated, re-energised somehow. Things were coming together in the brain department.

I decided to sort out the four waste bags, (Kindly accompanied by a few thuds and bangs from Herbert, above). I made-up four black bags, disinfected them and sealed them up. Then got the sizeable white bag of recyclable material prepped and bagged. I went to fetch the ‘Inchcock-put-together’, Amazon bought, three-wheeler walker-guide.

The previously not-working right side brake, and been joined by the left-sided brake, in none-functioning. Grobblegnangles! And the front wheel was reluctant to go round!

I managed to get all the bags onto the ‘needing to be replaced-soon’  four-wheeled trolley. Turned the obstinate, cantankerous wheeled cart to face the front door, and the white carrier bag, split open, and the black bags in it tumbled to the floor!

I just smiled, ignored it, and picked them up with the long picker-upperer, singing calmly to myself… Ahem!

I got the key-fob, out and nipped put along the lift-lobby to the chute room.

Got the black bags down, and caught a lift to the ground floor.

Getting out of the elevator, and seeing the electronic signboard, I had a read of the weather forecast, time, and self-isolating advice, etc.

Not going out over the weekend, Not been anywhere for months now, Humph!) I espied a notice board, for the 14th Floor. It seems that today, the decorators are Floor screeding. And the whole lever is off-limits today!

I was tempted to write at the bottom of the poster: Anyone wishing to have a heart attack, stroke or the like, or die on this day who live on the floor, kindly rearrange it for another day. Thank you. Hahaha!

I took the recycling bag out to the caretakers’ bin and was about to make my way back up to the flat, and I thought, I’d nip outside and take some photographicalisations, being as I had the Canon camera with me.

As I left the Woodthorpe Court main lobby, I snapped the cars at the far end of Chestnut Walk. I started on my little short hobble along the road and took this photo of the now not allowed to be used (Convid-19) cut-through link-passage, from Woodthorpe Court and Winwood Court itself.

A little further on, I snapped this effort, of the frontage of Winwood Court.

I was so sorry to notice the number of cigarette butts scattered all over the main frontage. A bit saddening to see that!

A felt a bit at low seeing this and turned back towards Woodthorpe Court.

I got back in the flat and made an Iceland order. Please let me not have made any mistakes in this one!

Surely I can get one right! Perhaps, maybe, possibly? Hahaha!

Hello, Herberts giving it some hammer again!

I got the oven on to heat up and podded some fresh garden peas. Added some demerara sugar and Balsamic vinegar to the saucepan. Got them sorted, and now I’ll have a search for the lost, shot off into the ether peas. I’m sure at least 10 are in the kitchen, somewhere. Ah, well, I’ve found eight of them, up to now!

Well, the sun has just come out! About time, too!

I restarted this blog updated and then caught up with missed jobs. Starting with the Facebooking updating. Then went on the WordPress Reader section.

The (now daily) sudden weariness came on. I’ll get summat to eat then. Unfortunately, the photo I took of the delicious meal, has gone the way of so many of my pictures do, off into the ether from the SHD card! It was grand and tasty. Surimi, fresh garden peas, fries and tomatoes. Bread thins with Marmite, and Lemon mousse to follow.

The pot washing was done at the right time, for me to get a view of the perfect Pareidolia session. I could see two puppies facing each other!

I got a phone call on the landline. It really got me upset not knowing if it was genuine or not, although I put down the receiver on the suspected recorded message. It went like this: A woman’s voice, slow to start talking: “I am ? ? from Visa, this morning £400 (or £4000) was taken from your account… ” she waffled on without stopping, and I thought this is not real… perhaps a recorded message? I put down the handset. But it’s been bothering me ever since. She did not call back!

I’ve missed lots off of this diary, cause I lost the notes to use after getting the phone call, while I was in panic-mode.

After this, sleep was again an impossibility, and it was well gone midnight before I got off to sleep! Thought storms, mainly.

TTFNski.

Inchcock – Tue 7 July 2020: INR results, Enoxaparin injections needed again. Ah, well!

TFZers Marie and Inchcock

Tuesday 7th July 2020

Japanese: 2020年7月7日火曜日

02:45hrs: Woke, worked my abdominous, pot-bellied torso, and dangly thin limbs, free of the wabbly recliner, wobbled over to the bucket for a wee-wee.

A bit of a marathon job this one was. But it had a new cloudy-bluish/grey hue to it, which was a first for me. Hum? I wonder if the seedless red grapes I had last night might be to blame? The loud annoying ‘Hum’ accompanied me, as I whistled and counted the cracks in the ceiling while I waited patiently for the LDSSM (Long-Dribbling-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon) style wee-wee to end. Then a little longer. For the diabetes-inspired, insipidus Post Micturition after-dribble, to be over with. Try saying that when you’ve had a few bevvies! Haha! At least it was painless!

I passed a blast of involuntary wind and the resulting pain from the rear end, felt like the new furunculosis, are getting a little bigger now. Not that I can do anything about it. I’ve got a queue of medical things that need doing, and am waiting for the various departments to get permission to open again.

  • The Dentist for Toothache Thomas, two fillings and an extraction needed, at least, I reckon.
  • The Podiatrist to bleed the ankle impostume, and get the toenails cut.
  • The Audio centre to open so I can get some batteries for the hearing aids.
  • Diabetes ‘training to cope’ lessons to start.
  • The year overdue Cardiac Check-up on Metal-Micky ticker to be done.
  • The optician to open again, and get some new reading glasses, and ask if he can do anything, lens-prescription-wise to counter the effects of Saccades-Sandra.

As I carried the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) to the wet room, then to the kitchenette to be emptied, washed and disinfected, I all but dropped the flipping thing.

The right-hand little finger knuckle is so painful at times, others no bother at all? There is no swelling or bruising, but the bone seems to be getting a tad more extensive, and firmer, well, it feels brittler. And the digit is moving away from its brothers for some reason?

Ah, maybe it knows about Social Distancing? Hahaha!

Got the kettle on, and took a snap of the morning view from the deadly, near-lethal ungettable at to clean new window.

I made a brew of Thompson Punjana tea and left it to cool down ao as not to bother Toothache Thomas too much.

Got the health checks started with the sphygmomanometerisationing. The results look good again.
Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters played up as I was taking the thermometer out of the earhole, I kept pressing it several times without realising it. The stick gave a proper reading this time, in Centigrade, I think. 32.7°c. I reckon this is a good result too. I think that’s about 90°f. Fair enough?

Took the morning medications, and off to the wet room for another wee-wee. A marathon leak again. The legs looked thinner than ever, yet somehow misshaped? The knees were fatter.

Spotted some welts on the tummy. No idea what caused them. Got a wash and wiped the contact surfaces. Then collected the tea, and back to the front dump, er… room, to get Computer Cameron going, and make a start on updating the Monday diary.

I got the four-pronged walking stick at my side on the right, with the long picker-upperer hung on the top of the stick. The waste bin to my left, and started of by doing a graphic on CorelDraw. Then two thoughts to use later on.

It wasn’t long before I was back in the wet room, having a wee-wee again.

At least it didn’t last so long this time, and it had turned to an orangish shade.

Ah, I seem to be working my way through the rainbow lately. Haha! Well, a bit of fun does no harm. Does it?

I started the new potatoes in the crock-pot. Added a little soy sauce and fish vinegar to flavour them a tad.

Got the updating finished. Sent the link off, then went on the WordPress Reader.

Then the danged Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet went very slowly suddenly. I expected the worst, and another failure again, but, a few minutes later, it returned without any actions on my behalf. Phew!

I set off to get the ablutioning done.

The feet and toes were giving me plenty of discomforting aggravations today, and I’d hardly hobbled anywhere yet, apart from to and from the front room to the wet room and kitchenette a few times! Granglespithowlations!

But on the plus side, Thomas Toothache was not as bad as last night. (I anticipate regretting saying this later, now!) I regret, the ablution session was back to normal again!

Ablutionalisationing Report: Painful but different!

  • By the time I’d finished and got dressed, I’d bent down and used the picker-upper so often, Back-Pain-Brenda had kicked off!
  • The teeth-cleaning, although far less painful than yesterday, involved dropsies with the toothbrush (3), Toothpaste (2) and the mouthwash bottle (2). That went down both times with the lid off. So, now I need some more.
  • The shaving was a tad farcical, too! Razors (4), foam can, after-shave (To stop the bleeding). Cuts (3).
  • Stubbed the toes moving the shower chair!
  • The shower-head went down first use of it!
  • On the bright side, it missed my feet and toes, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters came back to life after this incident! Yee-Haa!
  • I did get a little visit from Dizzy Dennis, though. Enough to ensure my having just one,  half-decent clout on the elbow from the grab bar, Tsk!
  • Getting dried off went well, no clearing of the floor cabinets things, dizzies, knocking against anything,  or loss of balance! Smileworthiness!
  • The medicationalisationing; Between Harolds Haemorrhoids, and the Fulton’s Furunculosis creaming, a fair amount of Arghing and Cringing was carried out.
  • Dressing: Ah, the one that caught me out unawares! I was getting a little over-confident, I think. As I was getting the PPs on, I pulled a tad too firmly, and torn them, falling backwards, and had a clash with the door frame. I lost! I can still feel the connecting moment, and there may well be a decent bruise to photo later.

I staggered out of the wet room, in agony! Hahaha! Went to make a brew of Glengettie and take another painkiller. Made up two more black bags, and took them to the waste chute.

Returned and got the mug of tea made. Took this photo of the rather foreboding morning skies, arrived on the computer to visit the Facebooking sights. Or, Facebooking sites!

 Getting on with this blog, and the intercom rang out. Aha!, it was Nurse Hristina arriving, so late I’d forgotten about her attending. So, I had an uplift in spirits at seeing her again!

She thought I looked a little bashed about (her words). I didn’t see the blood coming from the back of my head, not worth worrying about, only a tiny bit of it from the fall backwards on the door edge, I imagine. She was in a rush again, but I still enjoyed listening to her as she worked and chatted to me. Bless her!

Always sad when she has to go.

I got the oven on, warming ready for the fish in batter. To have (I decided), with the new spuds, can of garden peas, and fresh tomatoes. That’s the plan anyway. Did some more updating on this post, and got the fish in the kiln.

Prepped the nosh, as the rain poured down relentlessly. Oh, and the balcony door that locked on its own accord last month now does not shut-to at all. Another of the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, and hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given them by Mephistopheles, instructions; ‘Let’s make life unbearable for Inchcock’ mission?

The nosh was a little bit different today. The tomatoes were edible for once, nice! The fillets were fine and crispy coated! The new potatoes had no bad, festering or marrots in them. (You can’t win em all, Morrisons’) The smart way that Iceland had created the hardest ever, teeth-damaging, cement-like cooked beetroot, was first-class! Suffice to set Toothache Thomas off again!

Overall, a 6/10 flavour rating. Which was just about passable!

Washed the pots, took the evening medications and was soon nodding off, sat in the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner.

The Thought Storming began, so I put on a Boon DVD, and this seemed to dissipate the Thought-blasting. The first time this has happened. After a few nod-offs, waking again, rewinding the DVD, I drifted off into a blissful state of Sweet Morpheous!

The landline flashed and rang. Tsk! I somehow got out of the recliner and to the phone in time before it stopped ringing. It was the Anticoagulant (DVT) Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic, with some not so good news for me about the Warfarin INR blood test results.

The level was the lowest its been in a long time, at just 1.3! I was back on Red-Alert! I must carry the Anticoagulation Card with me at all times.

The kind lady went through what Enoxaparin I had in hand and was careful to get me to read the details from the box, to avoid any errors in working out the dosages I’d have to prod myself with. She went through the dosage and asked questions about my health (that took some time to deal with, Hahaha!)

She was most understanding when Stuttering Stephany, annoyingly kept breaking up my answers. A kind and patient lady. Thank you, warmly M’am! This cheered me up and made the process so much easier to cope with.

The new immediate doses (I was writing them down as she told me), were; Tonight; One Enoxaparin Injection, and FIVE Warfarin tablets! Wednesday AM: One Enoxaparin Injections. And she is trying to arrange another blood test for me on Wednesday, so just the Enoxaparin Injection for now. Then the lady will contact me with the results and new dosages etc. for me.

I thanked her muchly and hoped that I could read my scribbled notes to get them recorded later.

I got the injection in the stomach done, then took the extra Warfarin.

Within minutes of taking the Enoxaparin sodium anticoagulant, the ticker began to race, which is usual and no worry. Other than it prevented me from getting to sleep. I was all mentally full of beans. If you know what I mean?

TTFNski.

Inchcockski – Thur 25 June 2020: Disorganised, malfunctioning, misinterpretational day of dilemmas. A wonted day.

TFZer Lillie

Inchcock’s Morning Thoughts – Humph!

Thursday 25th June 2020

Basque: 2020ko Ekainaren 25a Osteguna

01:30hrs: I came back to semi-life, immediately thinking to myself, ‘Well, that’s a bonus”Hahaha!

Excruciatingly slowly, the thoughts gathered to torment me. I had to nit-pick between what worries needed attention, those I didn’t want to know about, and the ones that needed priority.

I had to remember, not to give myself an Enoxaparin injection this morning, until the Phlebotomy Nurse arrives, she’s going to watch me, and assess if I am alright to do it on my own. The updating of yesterdays post, which will take some time. So much happened yesterday that I have not had a chance to write in yet. I must ask if the INR blood level test needs doing today. I need to find out if the Audio clinic, Foot clinic and Deep Vein … No, there’s too much going on in the head here!

I’ll get the updating done when I’ve taken the medications and done the Health Checks. Ah, a quick change of plans was enforced here! The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, and there is no way I wanted another accident, by not getting to the wet room in time!

All concentration was rerouted to getting up and arriving at the Throne in time. I fumbled getting my over-abundantly sized fleshy-stomach and body from the £300, not-working, second-hand, c1968 recliner. I got upright, a bit of a dizzy, but not enough to delay me too much, grabbed the stick and wobbled my way as quickly as I could, to the wet room.

Phew! I got there with no time to spare! Like yesterday, the control of the movement was out of my hands, the innards were orchestrating the motion! And what a messy affair it was! Silver Lining Search Results: I did get there in time – and if I had not, the looseness, pong and waterness would have meant a right horrible cleaning up job would have been needed! So, I was not unpleased with the close-call this time! The stink was strong, the colour, a sort of greyish-khaki. It required several presses of the flush, and still, things hadn’t fully cleared. I’ll go back and try again later. Huh!

The feet were hurting so much again. However, they didn’t look too bad when I took this snap of them. I prayed I would not have another toe-stubbing, though! Hehe!

Cleaned up, washed the dandies and wiped the contact points, and off to make a brew.

Got the kettle on, and the Health Checks were done. The results were a lot better than yesterdays. Sys had come down from 177 to 158. The temperature showed as just ‘Low’. Took the medications with some spring water, and made a mug of Assam tea.

Went through and got on with the updating of Wednesday’s blog. This was a bit of a grind, I’m afraid. Thanks to Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Saccades Sandra, both playing up from time to time. Grumblecronkackers! Eventually, I did get it finished and felt a smidge of pride in getting through it. Took an aeon, mind! Three wee-wees needed.

I sent the links off, the post to WordPress, then on the Reader Section. Made up a template for today’s post.

As I began to write this blog, an acute stomach ache kicked off? No hesitation from me, I limped-swiftly to the wet room. And just as well I did, again it was a close call. Where is it all coming from?

Flush after flush but the Throne refused to sloosh down all of the remaining toilet paper, it just wouldn’t have it! I had to keep pouring water into the sink, and scooping it out in a basin and into WC bowl! Not that it worked, I’ll have to keep nipping back and flush it again.

I got the hunger pangs arrived and decided to have a pot noodle. Got the kettle on, and went back to the wet room for a flush or two… Blimey, the pong in there! The air spray was utilised in high quantity!

I decided I’d better get the ablutions tended to early, just in case any of the nurses call more shortly than expected. As I got in the room, Sodwrangle me, sudden sharp tummy pains, and I needed yet another Throne Visit! It was all over bar the cleaning up, within a minute or two. Hardly anything came, Khaki in colour, almost liquid again, and so very messy, with an even worse putrid stink! Hey-ho! Took a lot of cleaning up. I’d lost half an hour by the time I started by cleaning the teeth.

Ablutionalisationing Report Hehe!

  • Toothache Thomas spoilt the teeth cleaning session. Just two dropsies, the paste and the brush.
  • Did the nasal clearing-out okay. No dropsies!
  • Shaving: Just the one tiny cut. Dropped the razor a few times (4), and the foam can (2).
  • Checked down below and Little Inchies fungal l lesion was not bleeding!
  • Got in the shower, and Dizzy Dennis had a go at me.
  • Dropped the flannel twice, shower head, hitting the right knee, and the shower gel bottle.
  • Came out to dry off, and knocked just about everything off of the floor cabinet!
  • It took me ages to sort it all out, so I took the opportunity to clean the cabinet while I was there.
  • Had another go at flushing the toilet roll away. Failed!  
  • The cap-end off of the body spray shot off, couldn’t find it?
  • Using the new Germoloid cream now, it was heaven!

I ambled to the kitchen and then gathered all the waste bins to be sorted out, and bags to go to the rubbish chute.

The intercom flashed and sounded, I pressed the top button, saw part of a nurses uniform on the screen, and it all reverted back to the base screen, and I could no longer communicate or see anything. I pressed the admit button, but it was too late!

I put on a jumper, intending to go down to see if the nurse had gained entry. Of course, I may miss her on her way up, as I go down. Life is not very easy in Woodthorpe Court. The dang new intercom, it too quiet in full volume for many of us to hear it. The bloody thing keeps going down and malfunctioning! The old one, which was just a phone, had an easy to listen to ring-tone.

I got carried away there, sorry Back to the real plot.

By the time I’d got to the door, the nurse was coming in the hallway. She did not know about training me to do the Enoxaparin injections but watched me while I did it. She did her paperwork, and I mentioned the Porcelain Throne frequency this morning. She told me someone would be back to give me the injection later this afternoon or night. I suppose it is possible that I just imagined I’d asked her about the Throne visits?

As she was leaving, she had to tell me that the intercom was ringing! Thanked her and investigated, it was Vampire Nurse Christina, I let her in, and told the other nurse who it was, and she nipped off.

Hristina was like a breath of fresh air. She said she’d called to someone else in a flat higher up yesterday. She was in a desperate hurry but managed to bandy a few thoughts about, bless her ♥.

Well, not even 09:30hrs, and already both morning Nurse visits all done and dusted. I hope the next one is not too late arriving. It may well be that they leave it the 12-hours as prescribed between Enoxaparin injections. The thought of me staying up until then is worrying, I’ll never do it!

Ah, that reminds me, I’ve some Cashew nuts coming today via Amazon! I’ll check the tracker, now.  Pretty close, then, ETA 11:15 > 13:50hrs.

Oh, how I hope I don’t fall asleep if the nurse is going to come late, had Amazon also been late, it would have helped me perhaps?

I had an email from Jenny. Sent one back and phoned her, she will come to collect the tissues and milk and leave money through the letterbox. I put out the carriers for her. The wonderful lady of Merit picked them up minutes later, rang the chimes and put the money through the letter-box. She’s helping so many people. She used to work helping Stroke victims a long time ago and understands the problems. She’s still at it long after retirement. Bless Her Cotton Socks ♥.

Herbert is making some noise upstairs this afternoon. Modelling perhaps. The chap is an agelast, never seen him smile yet, let alone laugh. But I like the lad. Being different is not a crime.

The innards have settled down a bit now. I had a check on the latest Corovavirus figures.

He’s giving it some hammer, is Herbert above. I’d love to know what it is he’s building. As long as he’s happy.

I can expect the results of the INR blood test anytime now. You never know, INR (International Normalised Ratio), just might have gone high enough for me to stop the injections. Well, perhaps, maybe, possibly, perchance, presumptively, probably, mayhaps, at least theoretically? Or not! But my EQ tells me, the INR will be high enough to cancel the injections. I’d put money on it.

Then, on WordPress to do a template for tomorrow, and CorelDraw for more graphics.

I got a call from the INR Warfarin Deep Vein Thrombosis clinic. The lady had the results of this mornings blood test and doses for me. The Warfarin will alternate, between 2 and 2½ daily, and the next blood test will be on Tuesday 30th June. 

It’s going to be a  busy day, that is! I’ll have the Vampire nurse calling. I’ve to check on the Dentist, Foot Clinic, and Audio Centre, to see if they are open yet. Contact the doctor to see if I can escape the confines of my apartment again! And the Morrison order coming late afternoon. There’s something else as well, but I can’t recall what it is. Gogglesgnatsworth!

The result of the test is an INR of 2.1, which is in an acceptable range. So, no more Enoxaparin injections. I asked if the nurses had been advised as they were due to call again today, all sorted. I thanked the lady and went to get something to eat, belatedly.

I was so tired now, I threw some chicken, took the mushrooms from the crockpot and tomatoes on a plate, and buttered two wholemeal rolls. It was a plain, unattractive, unappetising meal, but enough for me for now. So, weary!

I had to return to the kitchen again, to make sure that I’d not left the taps running, stove on, fridge door open and had closed the windows properly shut.

Blimey, it was still so light and bright at this time of night.

As I sat down and got the tray on my knee, the flaming attentions of Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley hit me! The plate toppled onto the floor! I sat a few moments, looking down at the mess of food on the carpet. Stewing with frustration! It was now three hours beyond my usual head-down time, and my spirits sank.

I got the brush and the long dustpan and got the food into the waste bin. During which, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters died, and as I was picking up the container, lost my grip, and respread most of the mess back onto the carpet! Grobbledamitt! I retrieved the fodder bits again and carefully closed the bag before picking it up! Shame I’d not thought of doing this before! Ashamed to say, I did not do any more cleaning up!

I just wasn’t interested in eating anymore. But sleep appeared like an excellent option for me. I took the evening medications, and got down in the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner; feeling sure that Sweet Morpheous would soon be with me.

I was spot-on for once! I stripped off and dolloped my blubbery-stomached body in the ramshackle, c1968 none-working, electric-less chair. Within minutes, I was spreadeagled over the seat, and Sweet Morpheous greeted me! Yes!

Around 20:30hrs, I woke in need of a wee-wee, which at first annoyed me! Then I realised that the intercom was warbling! I hastened to the panel, and saw the two highly attractive young District Nurses! I pressed the admit button and hastily shot into the wet room for a wee-wee…

Stubbing the right foot toes on the metal chair-raiser legs! Argherargh! No time to be bothered about that now though, I had to get some clothes on before the nurses let themselves in! This was essential! Imagine the shock to their systems if they came in to be greeted with any overweight, blubber-stomached old man in front of them? It could have caused them psychological maladjustment damage! Phew, glad I got things covered in time!

I grabbed a dressing gown, a thick, heavy one that was nearby, and covered Little Inchy and saved my utter embarrassment! In seconds of doing this, the nurses were coming through the door. The shared looks between the two nurses told me they were thinking along the lines of; “We’ve got a right one here, potty! Red hot weather and he’s wearing a thick dressing gown!” Hehe!

I explained the situation and the cancelling of the Enoxaparin injections. Showed them the bag with my record log and hypodermics in it, asking if they should take it away. “No you keep onto it, yer might need it again!” “The Enoxaparin must be taken back to the chemists” (Like that’s going to happen!) They checked my details, in between giving each other subliminal-sideways looks, and departed. I bet they got a good a few tales about this visit to pass on to the other ladies! I thanked them, and as they left, a cheery smile came over their faces. Most likely at not having to inject into my scarily obese stomach, and their escape from the demented old fools flat! Hahaha!

I’ll have to rearrange the medicine drawers in the morning, to fit in the mass of Enoxaparin Hypos in stock. Twice the number, as they are only filled with 40mg, not the 100gm as they should have been. Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Road, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store. A least they delivered them for me, cheers!

Disappointingly, sleep did not come easily this time. Then the Thought Storms came. They became conflated, and eventually, I freed myself of them.  Dropped off, Gawd knows what time, but it was late. Then the dreams started…

Int life complicated?

Inchcock – Tue 31 Mar 2020: Mystifying machinations, muddled brain and Sweet Morpheous denied!

April 01

2020 tttMar31

Tuesday 31st March 2020

Lithuanian: 2020 m. Kovo 31, Antradienis

000 Mar 31

GM brownRwd 60.25.0 2 00:35hrs: I felt overjoyed, satiated, contented, proud, confident, pleased, and so happy, I thought I was going to burst! Then I woke up! Tsk! The dream I was having is best not gone into in detail. Suffice to say, I was young, in the company of certain young ladies I knew, way back in the 1960s and had got a sweat on! Nuff Said! The disappointment on realising it was not real, was shattering to my confidence and morale!

Soon after my re-emergence into mock-life, the regular summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I battled to free my grossly overweight stomach burdened body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, not operational (broke!), sickly-beige-coloured, rickety recliner. Grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, caught my balance, and limped to the wet room. Taking the camera with me, in case the legs had morphed again and needed to be recorded. Hehe!

wd 60.25.0 2 Oh, dearie me! What a different session that was!

2Tue01As per usual it started with my just getting there in time, but things needed some input from me to get moving… “Eurgh! Argh! Oooh! I got things flowing, and it did the stopping again part-way, and needing even more painful pushing to finish it off.

By the time of the final ‘Plop’, I was ready to go back to sleep again and recover from the almost exhausting evacuation! Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled, but far less than of late. Little Inchies fungal lesion had leaked a bit, and I had to go sparingly with the last tube of Care cream. Cleaned up and medicated things.

wd 60.25.0 2 When I got on the computer later, I found this picture I’d taken. Yet I cannot recall taking the camera out of the pocket? Another of the mysteries of 72 Woodthorpe Court, illusions, delusions, hallucinations, infestations, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and manic machinations that thrive here freely, and are so bountiful?

To the kitchen, and I could ‘feel’ Harold’s Haemorrhoids stinging with each hobbled step! Took the medications, made a brew, and felt as if I’d just been ten-rounds with Henry Cooper, instead of just going to the toilet!

WDP 3dRGot on the computer and got the updating finished for the Monday post. And with little hassle from Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley or Dizzy Dennis! So I got the job done in a reasonable time. Posted it off and sent Emails.

I went to make another brew, and as I considered whether or not to take another Codeine 30g to ease Harold’s Haemorrhoids stinging, I decided to do some handwashing. Only a long-sleeved t-shirt and pair of socks, got the done, wrung and hung. Took the tablet, made the tea and returned to the computer.

I had to make up a template for this blog, so I did. Hehe! Got it started up to here and went on the WordPress Reader. The stomach started kicking and rumbling, oh dearie me! It stayed toying with me for hours!

wd 60.25.0 2 For a while, I don’t know why, but the eroteme would not show when pressed on the keyboard? See, it’s back now! Anyone else had this problem, and can help me, please?

I went on the TFZer Facebooking. A good few hours spent there.

Went on CorelDraw to do some graphics for the templates. Not got long left, then the ablutions will have to be suffered… I mean done! The phlebotomy nurse is due this morning.

2Tue11I make two more waste black-bags up, and took them with the others to the chute and deposited them all down the shaft. No signs of anyone about.

Back to the flat.

2Tue12Well, off to the wet room, to do the ablutions and have another fight with the sock-glide. 

Back soon, I hope! I’m back! Ablutionalisationing Report: Dropsies; eight. That’s it! Great! The sock-glide battle was made more accessible, by my putting on some more fuller, shorter socks, that I wouldn’t use if I was going out anywhere. (Cunning!) Apart from the Clopidogrel, in the form of bruises, that was coming back on the pins (legs), all was good! ☑

wd 60.25.0 2 The stomach ache has returned again, but the shakes seem less frequent now.

Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and back on the computer. Jenny rang, bless her cotton socks, to see if I wanted ordinary tomatoes in place of some not available. I said, yes please, and thanked her.

wd 60.25.0 2 Seconds later the phone rang again, it was some con-artist Hustler trying to tell me I had a severe problem with my BT Internet connection. I suggested they go forth and multiply, in those exact words!

Moments later, Sister Jane rang, then while talking to her, I heard a distant sound of what seemed like a mobile phone ringing. But it wasn’t mine, that was on the desk in front of me? I was puzzled and told Jane I’ll check the door in case the tune on the bell had changed itself again. Good job I did too! It was the intercom ringing, the Phlebotomy nurse had arrived. I explained to Jane, said ring back later.

Innit odd, all seemed to come at the same time. With my talking to Jane, I could easily have not heard the intercom and missed the nurse again! The angel of mercy arrived, came in and took my blood. Pleasant gal, she’s been before and was not phased by my impromptu rendition of a dance. A sort of fusion between the Hokey Cokey and the Locomotion, as my right leg burst into a Neuropathic Schuhplattler Waltz! But it was only a short one, and within a minute or so, it was all over. Leaving me with a painfully twisted right patella! Ah, well! Gave her a choice of G&Ts as a thank you.

After she had shot-off on her rounds, I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and back to the computer to try and get some graphics done again.

wd 60.25.0 2 Sure enough, the mobile chirped into life! It was a message, from Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress and Pole Dancer of Thursday evenings, Warden Deana. Advising us that a mobile shop will be calling at the flats tomorrow (Wednesday) at 12:00hrs, so if we need anything, we can use it. Which is a controversial idea, for me, I mean. Unless he takes credit-cards. I’m low on real money, and can’t work out how to solve the problem. The only thing I can think of is going to an ATM. Which I do not want to do. If I’ve got to isolate… Oh, confusion reigns within my muddled and puddled brain! Which, of course, is usual. Hehehe!

I was getting tired and weary now. But, still had to get some graphics made up. Oh, can call Jane back! I’ll do that now.

I rang and found she was out shopping at the Co-op on Central Avenue. Lots of people were in there, walking hand in hand, women with children running all around. And here’s me, afraid to go to the cash-point to get some money! Jane passed on her thanks to Jenny for her help towards me.

2Tue09The latest UK Coronavirus update looked bleak. There is a larger number in Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire. Oh, dear!

At last, I got on CorelDraw. Didn’t get far, the doorbells chimes rang out. No rest is there? Haha! It was Steve the caretaker. The girls from the Social kitchen had read this blog and sent up a pack of cherry tomatoes for me. I’d not got my hearing aids in, so did not catch the name of the lady, if indeed it was mentioned. Kindness cheered me up, and I sent back my thanks. On the floor were two letters that had been delivered, our caretaker picked them up for me, and removed the prescriptions off of the floor onto the trolley guide tray for me. Thank you!

2Tue13One piece of mail was a load of can-we-sell-you bumph, the other confirmation of my rent being paid at the new increased rate.

So tired, gave up and sorted the nosh. Polish pork knuckle OODate, but still it tasted okay to me. Beans with hickory, and chips in the oven.

2Tue10Also, as well as, I took something of a rarity today; a wee-wee! But it as a good one, of the TTSLTATO (Torrential-Throughout-Stopped-Like-Turning -A-Tap-Off) mode.

I came across a tin of Polish chicken ham in the tea cupboard. I was overjoyed at this find. I had the nouse to check the date on the tin. 15th of December, this year. (I thought at the time!) 

2Tue31Finished of this blog up to here, but let the beans burn and chips over-cooked! Humph! But this did not stop the pleasure in the deglutition of the meal. The pork knuckle was so delicious tasting! The beans seasoned just right! The chips were crispy! And the mini-tomatoes, donated by a kind lady resident tomatoes were excellent! The Jenny-supplied apple rounded off a treat of a feast. Flavour-rating: 9.25/10!

wd 60.25.0 2 Contented, but tired, I washed the pots. Unfortunately, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, cause me to drop the brown milk jug. R.I.P. Tsk! As I cleared up the mess, I pondered on whether I should go to the mobile shop tomorrow. I’ll ask Jen for some advice methinks.

The next hour or so was spent watching some TV, it didn’t matter what was on. Hoping to attain some degree of sleep. I usually fall off to kip when the adverts come on. Which I did, but got woken up four times!

WDP 2awd 60.25.0 2 Just got off, blissfully to sleep, and the landline flashed. It was the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital. (I love that title!) I had difficulties in hearing what the nurse said, but got the message eventually. She asked many questions about my health and any changes to life-style or eating. I answered as well and honestly as I could. Told her about Haemorrhoid Henry and Little Incies fungal lesion bleeding a lot. I told her I’d not long taken the night doses. She gave me the new doses: Wed, 0 – Thur, 2 – Fri, 2½, Sat 2, Sun, 2, Mon 2 – next blood test on Tuesday. (I’ve written it down hear in case I forget, and I can look back – Cunning eh?)

Back in the £300, second-hand recliner, and nodded off…

WDP 2awd 60.25.0 2 The landline lit and rang again! It was the Doctors surgery with the new Warfarin doses for me. I explained about the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital (I really do like that title!), had given me the details earlier. She asked me some questions, but I was half-asleep and cannot recall what was asked.

Back in the uncomfortable, £300, second-hand, recliner, and nodded off…

WDP 2awd 60.25.0 2 I was dreaming I think, about being chased by toilet rolls with legs, and the mobile phone flashed and shook! It was a pre-recorded message. I think it was from the Diabetes Health Education ignorant Ingeus scumbags from Birmingham. Not that this matters really, because I couldn’t understand a word of what was being read to me!

Back in the grungy-beige-coloured, none-working, c1968 recliner, and nodded off. Now getting asleep again was becoming a problem. Eventually, I nodded off…

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wd 60.25.0 2 A few minutes later, as I think I was about to nod off, the door chimes rang out their version of Dusty Springfield’s tune, “I only want to be with you”… Oh, dearie me! Will it never end! Still, it showed that someone cares. Hehehe!

WDP 2awd 60.25.0 2 I rose up and out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner, stubbed my toe, knocked the bottle of spring water off of the Ottoman, got some trousers and slippers on, grabbed the stick, and made my way to the door ASAP. I got there, and gingerly open the door ajar; No one there! I presumed whoever it was, had thought I wasn’t in, it took me that long to get to the door! No notes or anything had been left. Had it been Jenny, being the logical person she is, a note of some sort would have been left or posted.

Ah, the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, so rife!

Back inside, and cleared up the mess I’d made escaping from the recliner, trousers off, and the toe Vaselined, and back in the recliner.

wd 60.25.0 2 By then my getting back to sleep was not an option that was available to me. The mind was confused but sedulously active! The Thought-Storming started; Will I ever get some cash to use? Who was it at the door? Who was it sending me a recorded message? Who sent me the tomatoes? Will, I ever wee-wee again? The stubbed toe is stinging! on and on the thoughts pestered me.

Eventually, I got the writing pad and noted down all the interruption to my rest. (Hence the detailed list above)

WDP 10R02Lwd 60.25.0 2 The TV was left on, nothing worth watching, and it reminded me of how late it was getting, gone midnight now! But, I’d lost the TV remote to turn it off in the painful fiasco of getting up and injured, getting to the door.  Grungle-Grumps, Spittling-Splurging-Sparrowhawks, and Knackernuts! 

I took some photos of the bruised legs for some reason. I can’t remember why.

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I suppose I could say, ♫ Fings ain’t wot they used to be ♫ Humph!

Inchcock Today – Tue 3rd March 2020: Crap start, but it turned into a tiring, but almost enjoyable day! Oh, yes!

2020 Mar 03

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Tuesday 3rd March 2020

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gm08r 23:25hrs: Up, got my balance and off to the Porcelain Throne. Nothing happened! Plenty of wind escaping, but that was all. To the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications. To the computer to do some graphic page tops to use.

Got them done (Two hours), and started the updating of the Sunday, no, Monday blog. Many wee-wees, (Each one of the SBTSDWS (Started-Blasting-out-Then-Stopped-Dead-Within-Seconds) variety. Much actioning from Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, and a mood than went from normal to depression over the next few hours. (When I found I was making I.D. mistakes [Saccades Sandra, and the Neuropathy]) in my TFZer graphics, it got me down, and am feeling pretty awful about myself)

I pressed on for even more hours with the updating. Broken by many, many visits to make a brew of tea. If I carry on like this, I may get theism! Not that I’m much bothered. A few photographs took a long time to sort out.

Went on the WordPress Reader. Then comments. Then put some pictures on Pinterest. Next, TFZer Facebooking.

WD 250.100.0 Made a start on this post. Not feeling in the least bit confident and a self-loathing was building up. I was generally emitting a sort of nervous timorousness. Another sudden change, same as yesterday? I’m feeling whacked out, wan, and weary! 

WD 250.100.0 Humph!

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I got the handwashing going, and left it in softener to soak in while I got the ablutions tended to. As I got in the wet room, another need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

WD 250.100.0 Well, ‘Butter my butt and call me a biscuit’, I thought things would never move – far worse than yesterday’s effort! The pain was worse, and the commitment physically to get some relief, was extraordinarily worrying! Much bleeding, although I believe it was coming from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, which is to be expected with the released content being almost rock-hard, and on the ginormous side! Humphski-phoo!

WD 250.100.0 AC Finally, I got cleaned up and around to doing the teggies and shaving. The session had not exactly had the least dropsies and injuries! Dropped the toothbrush, then the razors (3), had a decent hard-to-stop-bleeding cut on the side of the head shaving, too!

WD 250.100.0 AC Was I finished yet? No! During the shower, the flannel (2), the carbolic soap (2) and the shower-head went on the list of dropsies!

WD 250.100.0 AC I cleaned the shower area, then got my hideously large-stomached dried, medicated certain inner and outer regions. Then freshened things up. Oh, dear! Better add some more to the list. The aftershave bottle, trying to stop the bleeding, the body spray can (2), the Phorpain gel tube, the Corticosteroid cream, Haemorrhoid cream, and the Savlon, they all hit the deck! Grobblecraps!

2Tue07However, contrastingly, on the other hand, for a nice change, the battle with the Sock-Glide was Accifauxpa and injury-free! Exceeding one’s expectations! Whee-ha! The pins (legs) were in fine shape and colouration I thought. The scratched on the right leg

WD 250.100.0 AC But I was putting on some thinner and shorter sock, during which the gripper is less dangerous to fingers, but often tears the hosiery, like today! I can’t win! Hoggledruids!

WD 250.100.0 I got dressed in the hopes that the nurse just might come earlier than she said, so I can get 2Tue01out to the shops to buy some olive oil for the ears, anti-Saccades-Sandra eye-drops, and call at the dentist, to rebook again!  But no! Of course not! Grumph!

I took the waste bags to the rubbish chute, I think the installation lads are working on a different floor today. I can still hear their drilling and knocking regularly.

I added some leeks to the sliced mushrooms in sea-salt and Balsamic vinegar in the crock-pot.

I got the handwashing rinsed, done, wrung and hung above the sink in the kitchen.2Tue08a

Then I got back on the computer, to make an order for the week after next, for Tuesday 10th March, twixt 06:30 and 07:30hrs. This didn’t take me too long, with no chips, potatoes, biscuits, yoghourts, chocolate etc. on it. Which made me think, (It happens occasionally you know. Hahaha!), I’ll try to get some Cocodamols when I go out, in case I can’t get an appointment with the dentist. Moments later, I realised how late it was, and no signs of the nurse yet. Life can be very meretricious, superficially-unappealing, and pretentious. Minatory insidious, as well! Frogglemoths and Grumpleworthiness!

2Tue09WD 250.100.0 I thought I’d get the kitchen floor mopped-up, Fool! Halfway-through, I started to clean the electric fire hearth? Plaintively, this showed great personal intrepidity, and also a degree of impetuousness and stupidity! A pity!

The intercom chimed and lit up, it was a Phlebotomy Nurse, finally arriving to take my blood. She came up and got inside. Not seen the lady before, sweet gal, she helped me clear up the kitchen for a moment or two, straightened the carpet for me, and even wiped the hearth clean for me, too, Bless her cotton socks. She’d done it all in four minutes, what would have taken me hours to do! ♥

I had now lost my depressionable feelings altogether, and felt guilty at getting them in the first place!

Despite the time being so late, I decided I’d go out to Arnold in search of the ‘Can’t-Do-Without’ olive oil for the ears. My breaking the bottle that I had in is going to cost me a lot of bother! Frumpworthiness!

I panic-flapped getting things ready in time for the bus, and the usual nowadays, faffling about in my recently acquired anankastic OCD ailment. Double and treble checking things bus-pass, card, money, computer, TV, radio in the wet room, keys, lights, stove, taps (faucets), etc., repeatedly! It’s a miracle I ever got out of the flat!  This is so very Agravannoying!

2Tue10I took some black bags and put them down the chute on the way down. In the Woodthorpe link corridor door window, I espied a chap through the window. It looked like he was driving his possibly petrol-powered ancient four-wheeled disabled person perambulator? He was getting a move on as well, certainly more than the max’ permitted 8 mph. By Gawd, I was jealous! Good for him! 2Tue11Hehehe!

I poddled through swipe-door and along into Winwood Court lobby. I called into the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) interrogation and body-search office. All of the three Warden Scharfhureresses were inside. A rarity indeed! I took the chance to explain how things were going medically and gave them a nibble bag. (consisting mostly of biscuits and sweets I can no longer eat) Had a little natter, and they were getting busy, so I said my farewells and trundled of. Through the Social room and into Winchester Court’s lobby. 2Tue12

I was the only passenger who got on the bus when it arrived! At first, this confused me a little, until I remembered how late in the day it was.

WD 250.100.0 I got the crossword book out, and a few other Nottinghamians got on en route. The bus going around a corner and nearly having me out of the seat woke me with a jolt. There were about eight passengers on the bus, all looking at me, vacantly. The crossword book was on the floor on the other side of the bus, with new mucky shoe imprints on the crumpled torn pages. I must have dropped it as I nodded off and passengers got on or off the bus walking over the book? I left it where it was while the bus was still moving. Then realises we were pulling into Front Street already, so I’d been asleep for a while. Red-faced, I got up and retrieved the puzzle-book with some discomfort and difficulty, and as I fought to get back up, a passenger close to me, smiled and said “Yer a great snorer, mate!”

2Tue13There was no time to take many photographs. I had a lot of places to visit.

WD 250.100.0 I started off with the Saver shop, who usually sell the Olive Oil wax in tiny squeezable plastic bottles, for about £1.25, which I find invaluable for their ease of applicating, But not today! They had none in stock. (Brexit?) A lady conned me into buying another bottle of oil. What a  Schnook. Tsk!

WD 250.100.0 To the Boyed store, who also had none in stock! (Brexit?) Ululations! Not doing very well, am I? I did get a can of shaving foam for a quid, though.

WD 250.100.0 So, it had to be Boots next. Even knowing how expensive they are, I had to have some. A lady tried to sell me a bottle of olive oil. I explained that I had plenty at home, but with my shakes, it is too much of a struggle and mess, I need something that sprays or can be squeezed to apply. She ended up selling me a bottle of Sodium Bicarbonate Ear Drops, that did have a dropper included, but cost £4! At least I’ve got something for tonight and in the morning and week ahead. But, like most of them available (or not, as it seems) are only 10ml in size.

WD 250.100.0 Then I poddled, but hastily, to the Asda (Walmart) store. I had a look through their abjectly tatty, and mostly well-mauled by the Arnoldamians earlier in the day, selection of so-called, fresh vegetables. Their offerings on tomatoes were abysmal, bashed-up and bruised. But they did have some good stuff in the coolers that I grabbed. Red onions, mushrooms, leeks and from the shelves a turnip that was not to faded yet. I paid at the bomb-site looking self-serve tills. And shot out to the bus stop!

WD 250.100.0 I thought, well I’m pretty sure that I took a picture of Front Street while waiting for the bus, I remember not taking to long over focussing it, because the bus was due any minute. But, there was nothing of it on the SD card later? Humph!

WD 250.100.0 I got on the L9, stuck, almost wedged myself in a corner on the side-saddle seat. No crosswording, I was too weary to concentrate. Despite the driver’s imitations of Nigel Mansell and Colin McRae, which actually helped me in a fashion. I fell asleep again! But woke up and 2Tue14managed to get to the flats, with heavy eyelids.

As I got to the lobby doors, the rain began to fall. Perfect timing! I took this shot of the few drops that had hit the trolley basket lid when I got indoors. Some good-luck there! For Gawd’s sake, don’t tell anyone! They wouldn’t believe it anyway! Hehehe!

2Tue15As I walked through the link-passage through Windwood Court. d

Something felt, not-right, as I hobbled back to the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the eternal cosmic continuum. Its illusions, delusions, abstrusities, problemata, emotions, despair, katzenjammers and emotional-quagmires! Just thought I’d mention it. Then I saw the reason for my uncomfortableness of mind. There were not any bags hanging on the three-wheeler walker guide’s handlebars! Me, going out to shops, and coming back with stuff that all fitted into the trolley bag!

I got inside the flat, and I was taking out the things from the walker-guide, and the landline sounded and flashed. I bumbled my way to answer it before they rang off. I very hard to hear voice waffled on and had to keep asking them to repeat what they were saying. It turned out that it was the chemist gal, the prescriptions were on their way to me. I thanked them and assured their concerns that I would be in.

 As I was about to get the purchases put away, I recalled the last prescriptions which were brought to me at the Doctor’s Surgery. I still had a photo of the next date for the delivery of orders.

2Tue17WD 250.100.0 I got the computer on, to find it and assure myself. Yep, sure enough, the date they gave me was the 9th of March! Today, being the 3rd March, left me a little puzzled. But at least it proves that their arrogance in blaming me for making mistakes over dates this last three-months is wrong and mistaken!

So, their note attached to the parcel of medications this time, advising me of the next date being for the 7th April, probably has no valid expectancy of being right again?

WD 250.100.0 Which will mean more hassle and accusations from the snotty, superior-acting, pharmacist from, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, a few doors away from the Lidl store on the same side of the road! The chemist who left me without medications for five days, and told me I had got the dates wrong! Failed to keep his promise to the nurse, of separating the Furesomide tablets from the blister packs Although four weeks later, he did it! Then delivered February’s blister packs with the top covers lose and all the pills mixed up with each other. I’ll just go and check on this months… hang on, please…

2Tue23WD 250.100.0 I’m back, sorry to keep you waiting, I dropped some pillboxes: Well fancy that! The pill-blisters are not, I say, Not, all mixed up. Very good! However, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, a few doors away from the Lidl store, on the same side of the road, have done it again. Confused me! Bear in mind, they told me the prescriptions would arrive on the 9th March, and they came on 3rd March. With February 24th being the date on the labels? Is it any wonder I’m losing it?

3Wed01

Oblegrogwumbles!

2Tue16I got the fodder out alongside the prescriptions and checked them through. The mushrooms have a lot of peat bits on them, but that’s just how Asda (Walmart) are.

Consistently, and contentedly ambling along in blinkers and unkemptitude!

2Tue18A check of the receipts next. I thought the £4 from Boots for 100ml of ear wax was excessive, but then again it is not what I wanted, pure olive oil, This’s something else.

WD 250.100.0 I looked it up on Mr Google, (Where would I be without him, all those years with my synonymicon Encyclopedia Britannica, and visits to the local library. [Ah, Miss Peabody, how I craved for her, but a ten-year-old after a portly sexpot of a forty-year-old with twinkling eyes, tree-trunk legs, and a big bust, was not to be! Grumph!]) I got carried away there, sorry: Sodium bicarbonate ear drops are used to soften dry or hardened earwax. Use three or four drops twice daily for 3-5 days. Each time you use the drops, allow the solution to remain in your ear for 5-10 minutes. If your symptoms have not improved after five days, make an appointment to see your doctor for further advice. A bit complicated this?

  • Soften or harden? Erm!
  • Three or four drops a day? One good dollop of olive oil morning and night usually does me well enough?
  • Allow the solution to remain in your ear for five or ten minutes? What then? Olive oil just stays in until I put more in next time? No one told me to get it out somehow afterwards? I need guidance here! I’ll back to Dr Google again later.
  • If your symptoms have not improved after five days, make an appointment to see your doctor for further advice. Blimey, do some Doctors actually give people an appointment in under a fortnight? Stop kidding me!

I’ll look into a solution for this solution, hoping for resolution in the small hours of the morning. I’m too tired now. But still in a cheerful mood, and not letting things get to me. (Notwithstanding, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, of course!

At long last, I got around to making a meal, perhaps creating it as well Various elements of the meal I’d not eaten for many months, I was trying to make a nosh that was not so erm… well, fattening! 

WDP 1LaWD 250.100.0 AC WD 250.100.0 Getting it ready, I dropped the pot of Kingfisher Anchovies in Extra Olive Oil. This made me feel pride, worth and admiration at my battle to get the kitchen floor cleaned and mopped earlier. Huh, like hell it did! The pain and discomfort I went through to get it done… Frumpworthy Grobblecurses!

WD 250.100.0 I really was tested to the limit! Argh!  Crying was one option, as was jumping off the balcony! But knowing my luck I’d land on someone, so I chose to just whimper a bit. Haha! Cleaning up the calamitous mess, the oil left, put me through so much agony and frustration. Have you ever had to clean up Extra Virgin Olive Oil from the floor, your trousers, socks, feet and kitchen cabinets? And with the attentions of Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, Duodenal Donald and Arthur Itis, who all came on at the same time? Grumpworthy-Gruelling-Grinding-Garblisations!

Back to the darkness of despondency!

Mr Adamczyk, if I recall the name correctly, wanted me to make a list of things that annoyed (‘Got to me’!) me, that happens to me, and I or the ailments were the cause of, and take it with me to the next appointment. This will have to go on the list. The ever-growing list!

2Tue19Back to the nosh. (I keep getting side-tracked today!) The overall rating for flavour was 7/10. The mushrooms and leeks were grand! The anchovies had tiny soft bones in them, and not many were nibbled for that reason. The cheap fish sticks were unexpectedly pleasantly tasty! The black tomatoes were the best tasting I’ve ever had. Mmm! The chicken thighs were left alone after one nibble and binned. The beetroot and Marmite cheese disc were fine.

I was soon getting back to myself as I washed the pots, and nearly slipped on a tiny bit of Extra Virgin Olive Oil I’d missed. But I was so weary and tired now, it didn’t get me going or upset me at all? Which surprised me a tad. Especially after the up and down day, I’d had.

WD 250.100.0 The sky view attracted me though, regardless of my more tuckered out body and mind, I had to take some shots of the deep-blue scene. Which I did, but I’d left the SD card in the computer. Inchyangulations!

I got settled in the £300 second-hand, sickenly-beige coloured, c1968 recliner, and my feet on the chair. (This is because xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and stole).

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2Tue21An artistic cross had been implanted on my left knee. By the underside of the different tray, that I had used to eat the nosh off of. Hahaha! And I noticed that I had still got the short bamboo socks on! Getting them off was no mean feat!  

I put the TCV on, but it wasn’t needed. I fell asleep practically immediately! But only for an hour or so, then I sprang awake wondering where what, who, and when etc., and thinking it was morning!

WD 250.100.0 The jumped again when I saw what I at first thought was the kneecap bleeding! I gathered some concentration, and realised it was the patch off of the blood giving right arm! Oh, what a fool! I put the dressing back in the place where I thought it was and took this photo. In an effort to show my nocturnal idiocy! How it got from arm to leg, is anyone’s guess! I had a little chuckle to myself.

WD 250.100.0 But as for getting back to sleep again, it took hours and hours to do! I got up to put the TV on, knowing that the crap on it often helps me conk and doze off. But, not tonight! The Freeview programs were not available, and I don’t know how to get the ‘normal’ on the TV? Hey-ho!

The thoughts storms came and went. Plans to save post-Brexit Britain were made. I relived some naughty moments from my earlier years (That bit was good but so frustrating!)

I can’t remember if I actually nodded of properly at all.

Dangwangles! Worra day!

I’m still up for adoption by the way!