Inchcockski – Tues 21 Jan 2020: A circumlocuitous sort of day, with sesquipedalian undertones. With beaucoup visitors!

2020 Jan 21

Sooner him, than me!

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Tuesday 21st January 2020

Lithuanian: 2020 m. Sausio 21 Antradienis

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00:00hrs: I woke deep in thought, so deep, I wondered if I’d been cogitating in my sleep? (They can’t touch you for it!), I don’t think. Anyway, the p[ondrisationing soon stoppedHehe! 

I got out of the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner, and into the kitchen to take the medications, almost with ease. It was one of those, ‘Scare-Me-To-Death’ virtually pain and hassle-free wakings! Unnatural, worrying, casuistical! But I allowed myself to enjoy the situation. But not to the fullest extent; for my EQ has not conversed with me for over 36 hours now, and surely he is overdue to offer advice?

WD 100.20.0 I got the medications taken, pleased to see that I had not missed last evenings doses. Humph! And what an unreliable memoried Shlub I am! As usual, the ‘Hum’ was loud, with the odd tap-tap and gurgling noise. (Thrown in every now and then, up until 0500hrs?) Why, where from, what was making these noises, remains part of 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 universal continuum, offering illusions, delusions, & hallucinations. Exasperated sigh! I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, no sooner made, than the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet-room, I shuffled, and still feeling in good nick, physically.

The evacuation was the biggest ever! But, there was little bleeding or pain involved. And, the cistern coped with it! This can’t go on, all this luck! Washed-up, and returned to get the now cold mug of tea dished and a new one made. (That’s more like it!) Straight to the computer and started updating the Monday blog. As Saccades-Sandra began giving me hassle, which made the time correcting was longer than the time writing! With the mystery noises still being heard occasionally, my upbeat start to the day, dwindled!

2Tue01I eventually got the blog done and posted off. I made another brew, this time Glenghetti, and ‘blow-me-down-with-a-feather-duster’, I needed the Throne again! All went well as the first visit did. I had time to check-out the pins (legs) and took a photo. Apart from being different sizes to each other again, they looked good to me, apart from the veins.

I returned to the computer with the semi-warm mug of tea and checked the timing for the Morrison delivery. I’d got an email listing the order, and telling me there were no substitutes or short items. And it will be delivered twixt 07:30>08:30hrs. They did not mention the one-day sell-by date on last weeks mushroom, or the blown and crushed can of Daniels Coke, of course.

2Tue02I had a look outside and photographed what looked like smoke from a fire in the dark. I took regular pictures for the next few hours of the City Hospital and area smoke. I’ve put them all here o the right, earliest shots down to the last one.

I thought it might be interesting for you to see them.

I went on google to see if any news about a fire was on anywhere, but no. So I assumed it must be regular chimneys that looked worse in the icy-cold mist? Curious how the wind kept changing.

I went on the WordPress Reader. Then on the TFZ Facebooking. Then put some photos from yesterday’s trip to town on Pinterest and my Facebook page.

A third calling to the porcelain Throne came. Blimey!

The mystery noises were then joined by the drilling and knocking from the Fire Sprinkler workers. (Can’t be helped!)

Then the mystery sounds suddenly stopped altogether.

This is more like my regular, usual lifestyle now, yer know. The intrigue of not knowing what’s going on! The mysteries of unknown noises, coming and going!

WD 100.20.0 Then, as if to help me settle my worrying about these patches of good-luck, Anne Gyna started to have a go at me. As Anne grindingly twanged away at me, the workers drilling through concrete did the same! Hoggledruids!

I took an extra painkiller, cause Anne was now in a singularly bad mood with me! I didn’t want to risk overdoing the Codeine 30g, so I had a Co-Codamol. Hope it eases Anne Gyna’s temper, and give me a break.

2Tue08aAha! The intercom rang and flashed. T’was the was the Morrison’s delivery arriving. I hastened to belatedly get the return carrier bags out of the Steptoe & Son room and got to answer the door. The young man took the bags through to the kitchen for me, and I slipped him a nibble – I could have put that better; (Red-Face-Mode-Utilised) I gave him a packet of Manner lemon wafers in thanks for his help.

WD 100.20.0 I was putting away the fridge-requiring foods, and Shaking Shaun joined Anne Gyna rebellion against Inchies weak battered body! He only had a short visit, but he nearly had me over on the floor! Humph!

I got the none-foods put away, including some Duracell batteries, that claim on the label to be the strongest available. Huh, my ‘Pure’ digital radio can destroy any in a couple of days. We’ll see how these go.

WD 100.20.0 I made a start again on this post. And the landline lit up, it was Sister Jane, telling me that on BBC1, was a program about chemist now charging for deliveries, to all people not on the internet! She rang -off so I could get to the program quickly, luckily there were subtitles on it, so I could still hear if the door chimes went. But it was all over in minutes. But I did catch that Boots and Lloyds (there maybe be others) are both going to charge for delivering prescriptions. Oh, dearie me! Grungle-Grumps!

Back to the updating. But not for long, the intercom chimed and flashed again. It was Leoni, from the Medicine Management team.

WD 100.20.0 She listened while I told her of the absolute farce with Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, leaving me with no painkillers or beta-blockers for five days! And not changing the medications to loose Furesomides, as she requested six weeks ago. She rang them, but just mentioned the water tablets, not the nearly fatal, leaving me for that length of time without medications. Fair enough, I did say that they must have had problems of their own, and have been so good in the past.

Leoni heard the drilling racket noise and asked me how long the noise has been going on. I answered truthfully: “About two-and-a-half years since the upgrading of the flats started!” Telling her of the problems with the ruined carpets, showed her the dangerous state they (Nottingham City Homes) had left the kitchen in, with concrete-like foam running down the wall and over the electricity sockets etc. No one was interested. I added, “Why should they be, I’ll snuff it in a bit, and then they can patch it up ready for the next patient, erm… resident who takes the flat”, by gum she did laugh! (At this point, my EQ communicated with me, advising me that more was to come, so you’ll just have to put up with it!) She told me of the driving conditions this morning being so dangerous. We had a couple of minutes chinwag, and off she had to go, a busy gal.

WD 100.20.0 I made a brew again, determined to drink it this time. And off went the intercom. The beloved Nurse Christina ♥ had arrived, looking a little frazzled and in a rush. It must be the weather that’s delayed everybody today. She was her usual pleasant, highly desirous self, but my high EQ indicated to me, she was stressed. Sweet as always, she bade farewell and shot of to her next, no doubt eagerly awaiting her arrival, patient.

Nearly my head-down time now. But I’d love to do some graphics first. Ah, well, I made another replacement for the tea that had gone cold and started update this diary again…

WD 100.20.0 The door chime rang-out once again. (It’s a blooming good job it’s on the electric supply and not on batteries! Hahaha!) It was Josie, returning the plate cutlery and tray from her meal yesterday. She looked in good health with her twinkling eyes, but busy, no time for a natter, although we did exchange hellos and goodbyes. Bless her cotton socks!

2Tue09I never got around to doing any graphics in the end. Too drained now. I put the handwashing in the bowl to soak and got a meal prepared.

A much too large a plateful, by a long way. Why do I keep making these young men’s massive meals? 

2Tue10I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

Then did the pot washing, washed me, and got into the night attire.

Then settled into the £300, second-hand, c1968, tatty-beige-coloured recliner, and basically faded into sleep withing half-an-hour or so, as soon as the brain-storm of fears, worries, self-criticisms and confused counter-productive evaluations had stopped.

Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Tue 7 Jan 2020: Busy-busy, hectic day. The caecity of faith and hope, shattered! Or, not, like?

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Tuesday 7th January 2020

Afrikaans: Dinsdag 7 Januarie 2020

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00:05hrs: I stirred, back in the regular needing the Porcelain Throne mode. Without delay, I cumbersomely removed the misshaped body, with odd-sized legs now, from the £300, second-hand, c1968, scarily putrid beige-coloured recliner, and grappled my way to the wet-room.

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The now messy offending carpet!

WD 80.0.0 Unfortunately, en route, I tripped on the curled up bit of carpet edging, lost my balance, and ended up on the floor, via the electric fireplace and the clothes dryer – and squashing the wooden walking stick in my rib-cage! But nonetheless, the need for the Porcelain Throne prevented any self-pity or rolling around in agony. The fear of an accidental release was too intense for me to mope! I rose like a right-hero (well I thought so), with the assistance of the solid recliner arm, and continued on my way for the evacuation.

A just-in-time job again. However, it went well this time. No bleeding from Inchies Fungal Lesion, and very few spots from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Plus it happened so quickly, there was little pain as well!

2Tue06WD 80.0.0 Mind you, the tumble had left me with a few aches and pains. Arthur Itis was not happy, and Anne Gyna joined in. A tiny bruise on the hand, (which looked more wrinkled and warped than usual?) The wrist ached, and the rib-cage feeling tender, were the only things that really bothered me. (The headache started later) Hehe!

2Tue01I noticed after cleaning up, that the difference in the size of the legs, was more marked as well. They appeared really odd to me. And much paler than of late, but less pot-marked. I assume the odd mark above the knee was from the earlier Whoopsiedangleplop.

I returned to the front room and sorted the mess I’d made out. But couldn’t get down to level up the carpet. Partly, I think through fear of not getting back up again. When I went over, I had the trepidation then, helping me to rise from the floor. Fear of getting caught short! Ah, well!

I went and took some pictures of the moon before it got away in the clouds. I did them in Auto mode, as Tim recommended.

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WDP 003dWD 80.0.0 I checked on the t-shirt delivery day and found that the ETA had been changed to Thursday. Christ! After all that planning and rearranging, so I could get to visit HRH Sister Jane as well! Well-pissed-off with this! After some investigative site manipulations, I changed the delivery to three days and got away with it, so I changed the calendar. I hope they do not change it again! Swine!

2Tue02

WD 80.0.0m To the kitchen, and made the first brew of the day, Thompsons Punjana. Lovely! Imbibed the medications, and had another rubbing in of the gel session on the knees, ribs and lower back. Then to the computer to get the updating done of yesterday’s blog. Phwert! It took me many hours to get done! So many photographs to sort out, the Ocado order coming, so having to get the ablutions done earlier than usual, and any concentration I had, was all over the place. All combined to make it gone 0900hrs before I got the post finished! Thank heavens the nerve-end were not playing up to much this morning!

And the pathetic wee-wees kept disturbing me and my thought patterns. Gawd, I can’t remember ever needing so many, and they were all of the SHDTBS (Starting-Heavy-Duty-Torrential-But-Short) mode. Which on their own were tiring me out! Humph!

2Tue04aI had to stop doing the post, so I could get the ablutions done before the Ocado delivery came. The dropsies were not no worse than normal, only two little cuts shaving.

But the difference in the size of legs (I’ve got two you know? Haha!), was getting ridiculous now! Blimus!

2Tue05I took another shot of them in case the first one had got warped somehow or other. The mark on the knee was a bit tender when I pressed it. So I suspect it is just a welt or bruise coming up.

I went to the kitchen again and made a mug of 2Tue07Glegettie Gold tea. Superb!

The intercom flashed. It was the Ocado delivery arriving. I dug out the carrier bags from the last delivery and took them to the door. The young put the bags inside the front door for me and said something I didn’t catch, he was off.

2Tue08I said a thank you, but I don’t think he heard me properly.

I unloaded the carriers and put the stuff on the counter and serving tray, so I could check them against the email of what was delivered.

Well, doing this was a waste of time for sure!

When I got to the computer, no confirmation email had been sent to me! Oh! That wasn’t nice at all of Ocado!

How am I supposed to know if any substitution were made? Or if any product was on offer or not and I had been charged correctly?

Ah, well, I only use them when I need what I cannot get anywhere else anyway. Such as Glengettie and Glengettie Gold, as well as Thompsons Punjana tea bags.

So, back to the kitchen to put the things away. I found some things I cannot remember ordering? Like the Venison burgers? Something I had never had before or wanted to try really? But, knowing me when I get Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaun moments, anything could have happened.

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WDPH01L2The King roasted cheese cashews nuts, must have been expensive? I’ll look up the price of them up on the web. Crickey, I paid £3.30 for 120g of them! How much does that make them for a pound? Never mind, I can’t work that out! But did the Sensory nerve-damaged fingers order them? I don’t think the brain did! Hahaha! No, I meant Soddit! Still, how much was Venison Burgers? Ah, they were half-price at £1.65, I could well have meant to get them then. I downloaded the well-hidden receipt, and found that the Chilli bean, Irish Butter and the smoked ham were all substitutions! Never again, will I trust Ocado; they can go on the list of (worst first) Tesco, Iceland, Ocado, Amazon and Morrisons as the most-rotten apples in the orchard of retailing!

I finally got the Monday blog finished and sent off. Phew!

9:10hrs, I had about the twentieth Wee-wee of the day, and the intercom burst forth again. It was the delectable, desirous, Nurse Christina arriving to take my blood. She also, helped me, by moving the carpet and getting rid of the bulge I fell over, for me. And also, rang the chiropodist and made an appointment for me. Bless her cotton socks and twinkling eyes! She had to rush off, which was sad, and yet understandable. Her assistance was invaluable. Thank you, Christina. ♥

2Tue14I took a shot of the rainy view outside, from the open kitchen window as I made another brew, in between two successive wee-wees!

This can’t go on like this surely?

I got with beginning this blog off.

At about 13:50hrs, I got the stomach-cramps. Why I don’t know. But I was soon beyond working on the computer, as Saccades Sandra started playing me up, and the knees (Not Arthur Itis), the injuries from the fall, and tiredness dawned.

I felt like a gibbering wreck. Not too good at all, but I had to stay awake for the Amazon delivery, Oh, dearie me!

I did check the eta of the delivery 2Tue12for the t-shirt.

It was about 1400hrs now, and I couldn’t really start the meal cooking, and dare not put the TV on for fear of not hearing the intercom. So I turned off the computer, my concentration shot to pieces anyway. Then started some handwashing, and hoped it would arrive soon.

IDSCN1505 went to check the bags ready to take to the waste chute later had not leaked and found the parcel with the t-shirt in it, had been squashed through the letterbox! I had only looked at the tracker minutes ago, so I got the computer back on and looked again, and it said delivered. ‘Posted Through letterbox’!

DSCN1506I opened the package. A most disappointing purchase, dead thin material, no wonder it said quick-drying on it. Tsk! Never mind.

Computer off again, a wee-wee, a wash, and I got around to checking out the venison burgers.

DSCN1507The oven was heated. The mushrooms in the crock-pot and peas and potatoes in the saucepan were turned down to low. I sprayed some oil on the oven dish tray and got the burgers warming up.

Another wee-wee, this time of the annoying SSP (Short-Sprinkly-Painful) type. I had wash next.

DSCN1509After keeping a careful eye on the foods, they came together cooked, and I got the feast onto the plate. Sliced tomato, new potatoes, garden peas, and mushrooms. The two wholemeal baps were a perfect size for me to eat the venison as beefburgers. I liberally dowsed the meal with caramelised onion chutney.

Everything went down well. These venison-DSCN1510burgers at half-price were worth it, but I wouldn’t pay full price for them. Even so, I ate it all up! Hehehe!

A flavour rating of 7/10 given.

I put the pots in the bowl to soak, then moved the handwashing on the airers.

I got down in the £300 second-hand c1968 recliner and had the worst ‘brain-thought-storm’ I’ve had for a long time. A rush, a mangled, disorientating mishmash, a gallimaufry of galling fears, worries, which left me with apprehensiveness and disquietude. And oddly, feeling worn-out and cherophobic?

Which may have unintentionally helped me, to get to sleep?

TTFN.

Inchcock – Friday 20th September 2019: Today convinced me that I was away with the fairies, and ready to start foaming at the mouth!

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Friday 20th September 2019

Greek: Παρασκευή 20 Σεπτεμβρίου 2019

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02:38hrs:I woke and lay there, delicately perched half-on-half-off, of the 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 took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Deliberating, and ruminating on life.

After a few moments cogitationalisationing, I got free of the recliner and swore a little, at the RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) with its set-in, dilatational, discomfort-bearing knees. I dismounted the not-working-this-morning, currently non-electric chair. I hauled my grossly-flabby bouncing with its excess body-flesh frame, into roughly an upright stance, cursing some more at the RAI’s pains. And nearly fell-back in the chair, when I stood on my slippers. Tsk!

Grabbed the stick, and off to the kitchen, in what must have looked an oddly over-cautious hobble. For the Peripheral Neuralgia leg and arm, were both doing a little mini, shuddering and shaking movements. I went back to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) and had a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode leak.

Back to the kitchen, got the kettle on, grabbed the tablet tray, and checked the handwashing on the airer. Made the brew, opened the medications and returned with them and the tea, to the junk-room and got the computer going.

I had to start a template afresh for today. Make the graphics etc. two hours later, as I made another cuppa, the need for another wee-wee arrived… an what a shock this one was to me! It was a rare CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) session. Core blimey!

I started the updating of yesterdays blog. The juddering-shaking shoulder joined the arm and leg in giving me bother. But the fingertips were maintaining their sensitivity to touch, which as a relief.

Got the updating finished and sent off to WordPress. Then went on TFZer Facebooking. During which, I took six wee-wees, all of the PWWDIB variety.

5Fri02I belatedly noticed the sign I’d left on the modern, up to date, tiny screened TV screen. It was for me to know that the phlebotomy nurse would be calling today, between 10:00>12:00hrs.

So I set about getting ablutions done. Then sorted the black bags out.

Graphics were worked on in CorelDraw, for several hours. It was a slow business, with the hands and fingers dancing and jumping.

5Fri005WD 0.30.0b I got the ablutions seen to. Again, the dropsies were many, but at least different today. Amongst them, was the sock-glide (2), the PPs, radio, and the shower chair! Some luck with the radio, it nearly bounced into the toilet bowl!

Only the legs knees RAI was any bother this morning.

I got dressed and returned to the slow, slow job of making up the graphics. Got the black bags made up. The phlebotomy nurse arrived while I was dealing with the waste. So lovely to see her again. Oddly, as with having the flu-jab, I felt nothing at all when the needle went in? The peripheral neuralgia in the arm seems to be getting worse, or is that better? Hehe!

5Fri08I got an early nosh sorted-out.

The only cooking involved was heating up the Sourdough baguette. I couldn’t eat it all but managed about 90% of it. Flavour rating: 8.5/10!

WD 0.30.0b Then, while eating it up, Reflux Roger and the tight chest, began to belch and cough, and didn’t stop for ages! Uncomfortable, to say the least!

5Fri10A letter arrived, from the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital. They wanted to know the reason for my not sending in any blood for testing over the last two weeks!

The was a help-line to ring. Mon to Thurs 10:00 > 14:00hrs, Fri 10:00 > 13:00hrs. So, I decided to do an Obersturmbannführeress, cat-walk model Warden search. To try and find someone, well, beg one of them to call the number for me. Often on the phone in the past, I’ve misheard things, and made myself look a right fool, getting thing wrong! So I could explain about the Sherringham Park surgery and their unilateral decision to stop taking my blood for three-weeks, without even telling me about it! My visit after the falls, and the nurse calling today to take a sample. It had to be done sharpishly, as there was little time left to get the call in on time.

So, I set off taking the black bags to the chute and recycling one to the bin, en route.

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I arrived at the Generalfeldmarschall Warden’s holding cells, but it was empty. Missed them! They will be out and about somewhere doing their duties, can’t be helped. I’ll try again on Monday.

Back to the apartment. Medications were taken, and what bit of spirit and determination I had minutes ago, suddenly malfunctioned. Reflux Roger and Tight Chest Charlie both moved up a gear, and the hands and fingers were of no use for typing!

I gave up on any idea of getting any graphicalisationing done and depressingly plopped myself in the £300, second-hand recliner, in the hope of getting some sleep and peace-of-mind.

WD 0.30.0b Neither came easily. Brain-attacking fears, worries, concerns and hatreds, haunted me for hours! The belching and sharp intake and outtakes of breath didn’t help.

Nor did my ever more believable thoughts that I might be off my rocker, out of my mind, meshuga, nutty as a fruitcake, schizoid, or just stark staring mad? I need help! Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 29th May 2019: Busy day, yet little done!

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Wednesday 29th May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 29 Mai 2019

03:45hrs: I woke with some kind of galvanisation of the mind! Suddenly I was in the mood to excogitate things and events around me. The brain and body seemed more alive today!

I soon realised that I had had a fantastic sleep. Last night I drifted off to sleep almost straight away. I woke up three hours later for a wee-wee, and got back down again, and blessedly slept for another six hours! Around 540 minutes! Sounds a lot more this way, Hehe!

When I woke again, in need of another wee-wee, I felt like this, as if I’d taken a drug or something, and felt as if I could face anything today! Perspicaciousness was visiting me it seemed, anyway. Why and how remains an abditive.

I began to think through the needs of the day, using logic, oh, yes! But was interrupted by the need for another wee-wee. The EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) was utilised. Again of the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) variety. During which, a summoning from the innards, for a Porcelain Throne visit arrived. So, off I limped to the wet room. I realised that I had stupidly not taken the Ankle-Support-Strapping off last night. But then again, I did nod-off and get some delightsome sleep in, so on balance, I got a better bargain for once.

Then things all changed. My outlook, hopes, and confidence all took an instant beating, and the earlier optimism faded away into the ether.

WD 0.31.0 GC blue f03The evacuation was no more bothersome than the last, perhaps a little easier indeed. But, as I standing-up, the right leg went into one of its Hokey-Cokey jumping sessions. While this caused no physical injuries whatsoever; I did manage to knock just about everything off of one of the floor cabinet. Toilet rolls (One of which plopped straight into the WC!), a jar of Cetraben, a tube of Savlon cream, a fresh air spray, a kitchen towel and a pack off PP’s. There was probably more stuff. Picking it up, I got myself more and more wound up! Gruffunbotherations!

3Wed001WD 0.31.0 There would be no showering today. With my leaving on the Ankle-Supports, I just left them on, socks as well. But I’ll have to get a shower this afternoon, somehow. A quick shot of the legs revealed their usual pale whiteness and anaemic appearance. Also, some more fluid retention. I dare not take any Furesomides without the Doctors say so, though.

I was calming down a bit now, I’d let the 3Wed01Accifauxpa with the dancing leg get to me.

I eventually got around to doing the health checks and sorting the medications out. The readings all seemed fair enough to me.

Took the medicines with some spring water, then I made another mug of tea, the 99 Co-op one this time.

3Wed06Got the computer going, and checked that I had put the dentist appointment on the calendar.

WD 0.31.0 However, I had put it on (Although I was not sure and did have the foggiest of how I did it), and could not get the original default view back to the weekly view afterwards for love nor money. I still don’t know how I did it, but it went back anyway. Phwert, what a schlemiel!

WD 0.31.0 As I went on the WordPress Reader, the fingers became electrified again, and started to shake, every time the ends touched anything, and lost feeling at the same time. So, typing and CorelDrawing was damned hard work. More time was spent correcting mistakes than the actual typing. Grumph!

What had started as a surprisingly hopeful day, was turning into a frustrating day.

I made a stumbling, annoyingly messy start to the Tuesday blog updating. Persistence paid off, and I got it finished, with naively hoping there were not too many errors in it and sent off to WordPress.

3Wed05a1WD 0.31.0 I went to have a stand-up wash before the Morrison delivery arrived. I had a toe-stubbing again against the leg of the toilet-riser. It’s incredible how painful this was! Of course, the untreated corns and callous suffered as well!

The Morrison man came and, I let him in. A biggish order this week.

3Wed05a1aI thanked him and soon had the fridge and freezer fully restocked with various delights to meet my coenaculous nature and phagomania. I even bought a sweet & sour ready-made meal amongst the picking, and the treat of the month, or longer, some Boczek cooked bacon!

The following happening, I felt like could have been a scene from Red Dwarf, Only Fools & Horses, or a Faulty Towers comedy!

WD 0.31.0 3Wed08I was going to get the chestnut mushrooms in the crock-pot.

As I lifted the pot out of the cooker, a flash emitted! And it was not connected, well, the power was turned off!

I picked up the whole contraption, and two of the three legs came out and shattered on the floor! I decided it had to go! And threw it in the bin. Luckily, I had another one in the spare room, that I abandoned a couple of years ago, but cannot remember why I did so?

3Wed10The thing slipped from my limited grasp as I took it to the black bag bin. I gladly photographed it, picked it up, and got it in the bag. I went and got the other one, washed it, and set it up. Sliced the somewhat jaded looking mushrooms that Morrison had just delivered, and got them in the new cooker. With distilled vinegar and basil, on a low setting.

The mystery of the slow-cooker flashing and dying will remain with me a while yet. Frit me that did! Hehe!

A fair bit of banging and drilling going on somewhere today. The fire sprinkler installation, I assume.

3Wed04Sister Jane rang about the Evening Post printing about Winwood Heights. I see they choose not to show it in its usual disorganised, no available footpath mode. Winwood Heights Article link.

The view outside was worthy of a photographicalisation before we lose the shadows.

Virgin Internet went down Again! I can’t save anything. Publish owt… Oh, it’s so frustrating! As if it wasn’t bad enough with the shaking fingers. I may have to consider packing in the blog. The last thing I want to do, though, but it is getting such hard work. No, I can’t see myself doing that yet. As the leg and shaking get worse, I’ll have to review the situation, I suppose. (Depressed At The Very Thought Mode Adopted()

Virgin5

Ah, the internet is back on, damned slow, but it’s going.

Then after I’d posted the diary off, for some reason when I got up today’s post, the formatting had gone all to pot. WordPress’s turn to piss me off! No space between paragraphs and a different font altogether? I turned off and back on again, and it was the same. The other blog template was okay? I had to bin it and start again, then everything seemed alright with the new one?

Why is it that this Wednesday is so hostile to me? Antagonistic, unkind, inhospitable, inimical, and adversarial toward me? What have I done to deserve such an oppugnant day? Will things improve, will the shaking stop? Silly questions, the answer is in the hands of anyone but me! Feeling sorry-for-myself-mode engaged!

I got on with this blog at last. The day is flying and not a lot achieved.

Waleska, the INR Nurse, arrived,  to take the blood. She was on a tight schedule but managed to have a few words not connected with medial matters. Which was nice. She couldn’t stay long and had to move on shortly, bless her ♥.

The afternoon already, and tiredness was taking its toll on me. No blue egg tried either. Hehe!

3Wed12aaI took some bags down to the mobile phonist’s… I mean, caretaker’s door. Got the oven on for some sausages, and plan to have them with a blue egg and baked beans? In the end, I had a tin of vegetable sausages and beans with the mushrooms and a blue egg. Overall, a taste rating of 7.5/10. The blue eggs were a little bland tasting,

I shan’t buy them again.

Virgin5

Not for long this time, but annoying. Thank’s Mr Fries!

I gave up on it and got my head down. But it was a pointless effort, the brain filled with worries, fears, and failures from the past again.

So, I took off the Ankle-Support and washed it, along with a jumper and pair of bamboo socks.

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I tried again to get some sleep but lie there with the brain reactivated in self-destruct mode.

3Wed12bGot up for one of the SSWWs. The bucket was now again, half-full already!

I got down again, gone midnight already, Tsk!

The legs seemed to have gone down a bit, fluid retention-wise. But they remain deathly pale.

I unexpectedly drifted off, and I woke at 03:40hrs after three and a bit hours. In desperate need of a wee-wee. Humph!