Inchcock Today – Thursday 26th December 2019: Didn’t see a soul all day, again! Hey-ho!

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Thursday 26th December 2019

Icelandic: Fimmtudaginn 26 Desember 2019

01Dec 26

23:35hrs: WD 100.20.0 I woke up, probably instigated by Shaking Shaun in the first place. He continued to give me the shuddering-shakes for a few minutes, as I tried to grasp for a grip on some sanity. The awareness and control of my contumacious, recusant and largely uninterested mind, fought against any more input.

As the shakes became manageably calmer, a beseeching call to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) arrived. I mused on how terrible a day yesterday was for me (Self-pity sneaking in there again? Tsk!), and took an SSBDKWTSD (Short-Sharp-But-Didn’t-Know-When-To-Stop-Dribbling) Wee-wee. While waiting for the dribbling to stop, I realised that once again, the big three, Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna, were all acting calm for me. Smug-Mode-Adopted! Little inchy eventually stopped his trickling, just as the urgent call to the Porcelain Throne came.

WDP 003j4WD 100.20.0 Unfortunately, I tripped over the walking stick as I turned to make my way to the wet room! This being my own fault entirely, as when I dropped the stick on the floor last night, getting into the recliner, I was so low and pissed-off, I thought, Sod it! And I left it there! Justice was done! I got myself up on my feet again with some effort, and muttered some silent, self-denigrationalistic and naughty words, tutted and got myself to the WC post haste!

WDP 003kThe session’s leading descriptive words would be; Massive, Painful, Solid, Flesh-tearing, Bloody and yet quick! The colossal amount of evacuated product was the most surprising factor. I’ve had only half-a-pork-pie in the last 39 hours (Just not hungry? Mostest peculiar for me), and visited the Throne last night getting rid of a right dollop, and now this torpedo of considerable size has come this morning? Ah-well, I’m glad it’s gone! The volume was so much, that again the system didn’t clear things the first flush. With this loo taking 40 minutes to refill the tank, I’ll nip back later and give it another go.

WDP 10R04LWD 100.20.0 I got the computer on, Virgin was working, slowly, but working. I answered some comments (1), from Bill in the USA. As I was doing so, the neuropathy and autonomic nerves in the arm, fingers and hand played up, and I must have lost control altogether, cause somehow I’d made this comment go to ‘Spam’? No idea how I did it. But I could not get it back, I went into Comments and okayed it, but it didn’t show on the list? I think I got to answer it in the end, it was about toe stubbing.

I had a sneezing bout, passed wind, and needed the bucket again. But I needn’t have bothered for it was a DAAOJ (Drip-And-All-Over-Job!) Then I set to updating the gloomy, sad Christmas Day blog. It took me a few hours, and I didn’t need a wee-ee or the Throne all the way through!

4Thu01I did afterwards though, well, a wee-wee. I went to the WC for this one, taking the bucket with me, to be emptied and disinfected.

I took a shot of the pins (legs) when I got back. They were rather pale compared to yesterday. The Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis, Varicose and spider veins and blood papules all seemed less protruding, too.

I went on the Email and had received one from Sister Jane. This clarified what xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete had been diagnosed with. It is Follicular Lymphoma. I looked it up: is a type of non-Hodgkin lymphoma (NHL). It develops when the body makes abnormal B-cells – the lymphoma cells. B-cells are white blood cells that fight infection. The lymphoma cells usually build up in lymph nodes, but FL can start in any part of the body.

Another description I found was: (Blood Cancer) Follicular lymphoma (FL) is typically a slow-growing or indolent form of non-Hodgkin lymphoma (NHL) that arises from B-lymphocytes, making it a B-cell lymphoma. This FL is the most common sub-type of low grade (indolent-otiose) lymphoma and accounts for 20 to 30% of all NHL cases.

So, I can understand Jane and Pete being a little more content now. Marvellous news!

Back to the blogging work, and got the 25th’s post sent off to WordPress. Not many pictures on it, but I sent them to Pinterest.

4Thu02I made a start on this publication and then nipped back in to try flushing the WC again. It seems to have cleared the Dongfeng-41 (DF-41, CSS-X-10) ICBM sized evacuation for me. I took a photo of the pins while I was in there. Still the same, pale but with fewer lumpinesses, and far less varicose and spider veins showing.

The work of the Age Concern Assured Quality decorator can be seen in the background on the door. I’m so glad I believed them and used this bloke! Reassuring to have Age Concern UK to help you. Humph!

I then went on to the WordPress Reader. Got a message from Tim in New Mexico and replied. It made me laugh out loud! Then I went on the TFZer Facebooking page. Then turned everything off, and tended to the coenaculous fancies, and I  had a nibble, buttered two wholemeal cobs and ate them with the last of the pork pie and a cuppa.

Black bags were taken to the chute. Carpet cleaning duties.

WD 100.20.0 Off on an ablutionisationing mission. Which was erm… interesting to say the least. With the polyneuropathy neurotransmitters, which had been acting so infrequently up to now, I was caught out with their sudden loss of insensitivity to touch, and a record amount of dropsies were the result. Razors, shaving cream, toothbrush, mouthwash bottle, flannel, carbolic soap, loofa, nail brush, towels to name just a few! And the sock-glide battle must have taken me longer than it took to pick the cotton and make the socks! No injuries, though. Still, I didn’t mind, for today I planned on visiting the Winwood Court rooftop, and meeting someone to talk to.

4Thu02aI got ready, and off I poddled with the new three-wheeler, the one with lousy brakes, on the new Winwood Court photographicalisation walkabout. I took a snap of the electronic notice sign outside the lift, catching it just as the picture message was changing. The light rain stayed on all day.

4Thu03The main noticeboard I perused.

No Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Shaund visitations up to now, and that thought brought a smile to my moustached, pot-marked treble-chinned face! Haha!

4Thu04I went through the swipe door, into the welcoming warmth of the Winwood Court link corridor.

I still haven’t been on the alfresco seating benches outside since it was built. The weather 4Thu05has not been kind, but, if I last long enough, I hope to sit out there doing my crossword puzzles, with a flask of tea in the sunshine. This made me wonder, ‘Where did I put the flask? I hobbled on through the tellurian-free link passageway, 4Thu06into Winwood Court proper, keeping an eye out for any other tenants to trap and chinwag with. Hehehe! I went through to the big social area where the kitchen is, that is always popular with the Winwood Heights residents. I thought about Mo, who’s in the hospital, and pictured 4Thu07her smiling face. This lowered my spirits a little. There were no people about in there either. I went back out into the Winwood lobby, and got in the elevator, going up to the rooftop level and the amazingly warm, snug social area. I 4Thu08took a picture in the lift as it went up. It was heartwarming to see the facilities provided for the extra-care residents. They also have a podiatrist on-site visits as well.

The elevator had a voice alert messager that is 4Thu09loud enough for most people to hear. The mechanics are silent when the lift moves, no shuddering and scraping noises like Woodthorpe Courts lifts either. As I exited the lift, into the wonderful Sky Lounge, I took this photo. It really is a delightful autonomous 4Thu10environment and comfortable area to visit. Not that anyone was in there again. It was so clean and attractive; but abandoned, unwanted and ignored by those it was built for. I have only seen two people, at the same time, on all my six visits since it was opened. Then, I remembered what 4Thu11time of year it was, I’m quick sometimes. Hehe! I moved towards the press-button exit door, but I diverted to take a snap of Woodthorpe Court through the window first.

A lot of the gang will be visiting family, or away on holiday, so there is little chance of seeing anyone in Winwood or Woodthorpe Court today. But I still hope to get a little nattering in if possible. I moved out into the drizzle on the Rooftop Terrace and took piccies of the still blocked and leaking drains on the roof.

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4Thu13I pictured Winchester Court at the end of the complex. By then, the rain was soaking into my coat, so I returned back inside out of the light, soak-you-through rain.

The ailments were being good to me, as I went down in the warm, non-shuddering, working lift (As opposed to the Woodthorpe lifts, Hahaha!). As the doors opened on the ground floor into the lobby, I exited and took these photographs of the extra-decorated lobby.

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I hobbled along the link-passageway towards my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the universal ozone & the spacetime continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination-ridden apartment. With its leaking taps, dodgy flushing WC! and finger-trapping metal spring, balcony window openers.

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WD 100.20.0 Not a soul was encountered on my lonely little lethargic solo photographicalisationing sojourn! Ah, well! Has the world come to an end? Nowt about it on the internet! Hehehe! Through the swipe door, into the cold foreboding Woodthorpe Court lift 4Thu17lobby.

On the notice board, I saw this poster. The last Tuesday of every month, it seems, that the ILCs (Independent Living Coordinators) will be available, hanging on the noticeboard in the lift lobby (here?), to discuss any issues? Haha!

I observed, that the Christmas tree was no longer at the end of the lift lobby? So I had a poddle around into the entrance lobby in a search for the tree.

4Thu18Ah, there it was.

Underneath the hanging from the ceiling electric cable, in the back corner of the lobby.

I went to get the lift, and Anne Gyna started giving me a bit of bother.

Up and back to the flat, and for some reason, I felt all-done-in? No reason for this? Mmm!

I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung as the pasties heated up in the oven. I went into the wet room…

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Jane & Pete in their front room (Haha!)

The landline light lit and flashed. It was xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete. He complained that I had got things wrong about his B-cell lymphoma cancer. I was admonished for writing 2,500 other people are sufferers, it was 250! He did not want his exclusivity to be questioned and wanted to know why I had got it wrong. I told him I had already written a bit on today’s blog, correcting things. But he was not happy about it! I mentioned how does he always, but every time, call me when I’m having a phoo, shower, shave, sleeping, cooking or on the floor cleaning up when he calls me. I jokingly said; Are you still using the home-made drones before ringing? He laughed maniacally, I heard him spit, then he replied, “Yes, and the clandestine CCTV cameras wot I fitted!” Hahaha!

He dropped his tea, at the same time as I thought I’d left the tap running. I said ‘I’m off to check’ and he’d gone when I got back. I rang back and we had a chinwag.

I got the nosh prepared and served up. Cheesy spud-mash, beetroot, garden peas with demerara sugar and the mini beef pasties.

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This went down a treat, despite my battling to stay awake while eating it all. Well, all bar one of the beetroot’s that was hard, like a ball-bearing! An 8/10 Taste-Rating.

I did the washing up and had an INHBBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Barely-Trickling) wee-wee. took the medications. Got changed and into the £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, to watch a movie on the TV.

WDP 12aIt started, it was crap, I fell asleep, and stayed akip for six hours! Great! No wee-weeing or Procelain calls, no nocturnal nibbling, no noises to wake me up and no dreaming to bother me, as far as I recall! Very appreciated and welcome!

Zzzz!

Neuropathic Mambo – A song by Timothy Price – Brilliant!

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Written to Spite the peripheral neuralgia!

Neuropathic Mambo

By Timothy Price

♫ When the legs go dancing on their own
Electric feelings shock my bones
Arms all flailing, fingers shake and role
Bumping and grinding out a neuropathic mambo ♫

♫ Shaking
Shocking ♫

♫ Neuropathic mambo ♫

♫ Shocking
Shaking ♫

♫ My knees get weak and start a shake
My arms go limp and then they quake
I stub my toe Ouch I’m still alive
Instead of Typing, my fingers do the hand jive ♫

♫ Shocking
Shaking ♫

♫ Neuropathic mambo ♫

♫ Shocking
Shaking ♫

♫ When the legs start dancing on their own
Electric feelings shock my bones
Arms all flailing, fingers shake and role
Bumping and grinding out a neuropathic mambo ♫

♫ Shaking, shocking, bumping out a mambo ♫
♫ Shaking, shocking, bumping out a neuropathic mambo
Shaking, shocking, bumping out a Neuropathic mambo
Shaking, shocking, bumping out a Neuropathic mambo! ♫

 

Here is the link to the song: Neropathetic Mambo

I Thang You.

 

 

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 15th May 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops at a minimum, but some daft ones had!

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2019 May 15

Wednesday 15th May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 15 Mai 2019

3Wed01aWd BLACK 02:45hrs. Woke after a cramp-filled night. Got out of the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner; not without pain. The legs and feet were still suffering from the marathon hobble and physio exercises. A wee-wee of the regular lately, SSPWW (Short-Sprinkly-Painful-Wee-wee) variety, using the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket). It’s getting a little worrying, this lack of liquid-movement. I must ask the nurse today, if it is safe to take a Furesomide, with the legs not being too water-filled.

I made my way to take the medications and brew up a mug of tea. I made up three waste bags to take to the chute when I can get time, and no visitors are expected so I can get out.

Wd BLACK Got the computer going, but… The magnificent Global Liberty Virgin internet kept going down, and it was so frustrating. Grr!

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Finished updating the Tuesday blog, and got it sent off. During which I had three SSPWWs. A call to the Porcelain Throne was answered. Ye-ha! Evacuation at last! Painful, but I was so happy!

Made a start on this blog. Got the top two graphics made up, and the template, and kicked off, getting as far as here. The time now, for the ablutions, A shower, and shave, etc. I know I shouldn’t use the shower this early, but I really need to freshen up. Phew! Hehe! 

Back in a bit.

06:43hrs. I’m back. All clean and refreshed, clothes on, Ankle-Support at the ready. Made a brew, and again on the computer (still making more regrets than beefburgers eaten by Elvis!). Two more pathetic SSPWWs taken during the ablutionisationing.

Worked on another draft template as I waited for the Carer. Who Shadas (The Care Supervisor) told me, could now arrive twixt 07:00hrs and 09:00 hrs. The carer (Umar) came at 06:55hrs, I was most pleased with that. He soon had the Ankle-Support on for me.

INR Nurse arrived early to do the Warfarin INR blood taking for me.  Then a nurse arrived, who had been booked in for 10:00hrs arrived early. Talking mostly about moods,

Smashing, if I rush  (go slightly quicker… perhaps), I can get the 09:30hrs bus. Hey-Ho!

The new hearing aid being useless, I put in the SpecSaver crap ones.

I got to the bus stop on Chestnut Walk. A hearing aid literally popped out of the right lughole and bounced several yards into the gutter. I retrieved it and put it in, but it was like the other one; of no use. No interest was shown in any gossiping with me at first, (Or maybe I could not hear what folks were saying?). Some residents came around later. Mary, Christine, and Stew shared a laugh on the bus to Arnold with me. Although it was a smidge on the farcical side as conversations go. All three of us either had no hearings in or those in were damaged. Good job the lip-reading skills are not entirely useless. Haha! 

 

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I took some snaps (above) while waiting at the bus stop.

I got off in Arnold, determined to try and get an extension cable for the broken one at home for the headphones. Of course, my having a talk to Mary, threw me off kilter, and I never got any cable. What a schlemiel!

Went in the Asda store, and wandered about, coming out with: a tin of chopped tomatoes with herbs, a milk roll loaf, rice cakes, mature cheddar cheers, cooked beef slices, and a tin of garden peas. The atmosphere in the store was terrible. I sensed a gloominess, satiated with a defeated discontentedness. Not from all the customers and staff, but a large proportion. When I did hear someone laughing, it made me want to investigate.

The closed down retail businesses I saw when I got out, added to the pessimism that abounded.

Paid at the self-serve till, and came out to nip over to the Fulton Foods store, to see if they any bargains, but they did not. But, I met Mary who was getting some flour, so we stayed together, had a look about and went to the bus stop on Front Street. Stew joined us later, and a conversation of great jocoseness was shared. I’m sure all of us were guessing what the other one was saying. Haha!

Mary watched the three-wheel-trolley-guide for me, while I took some photographs on Front Sreet.

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Caroline from the top residential home got on the bus en route. I had a natter to her when we got back to the flats. Then went with Mary and Stew back to Woodthorpe Court.

3Wed05a2Got in the flat and realised there had not been ant wee-wees required. But once indoors, that did start again – persistently. But they were of the SSPWW variety. Scarcely a few fluid ounces each time. Humh!

Got the fodder put away, and got the mushrooms sliced and in the crock-pot on the high setting.

3Wed09I decided as I noticed a machine was free, to take the laundry down and get it going. Which I did. Got the clothes in an started, then returned upstairs, well, the lift to the flat. Where, I spent a while on the Porcelain Throne – with abject failure. Things felt hard.

By the time I got cleaned up and out of the wet room, it was time to go down to move the clobber to the dryer. Which I did. I was a little dubious about the rattling noise as the drum went round, and the filter was filthy, so I 3Wed07cleaned it first. I’ll mention this to Julie when I see her next. Up to the apartment, and got the computer on to update this blog. Until it was time to go down again, to collect the washing.

It’s surprising how big the amount of washing seems when it is dirty. The cleaned washing took up only a  half of the red bag, after being folded. I cleaned the drum and filter.

3Wed06Got back up in the flat. I’d used the three-wheel trolley to put the bag on, instead of using a stick. The good thing about this was I did not leave the stick downstairs. Hehehe!

I got the togs put away, and got the oven on to do the chips in later.

I was soon back on the updating of this post.

Another summoning to the Porcelain Throne proved another failure! Hey-Ho!

I made a brew and took the evening medications a little early, including an extra Senna. I hope they soon start working! Forgot this time, not to take them with a hot drink. Schmuck!

The landline phone light flashed. It was Nurse Sue from the Stroke Team. She had called earlier, but I was out! I realised what might have happened, or to be more precise, I recognised how I had made a Whoopsiedangleplop – even if I didn’t understand how. Having had three helpers this morning, and three appointments being on the calendar, I thought I would be free to get out to the shops. I thought the second lady was Sue, coming early. Does that make sense? I may have got confused with the INR nurse. Oh, I did feel bad about it. I verbally lambasted myself! The gal w3Wed08ill be calling again, on Friday at 09:30hrs.

The tea had gone cold now, so after another SSPWW (Let’s save time, and just assume the wee-wees came averaged two an hour for the rest of the day). Hahaha!

The view from the unwanted, light & view blocking new kitchen windows that have extra 3Wed10glass that needs cleaning, but can’t be reached, and needs step ladder usage to take a shot of the road below, was stunning.

There were precious few folks about anywhere nearby this late afternoon.

I was in the usual, feeling shattered mode again. Always the same in the afternoon for me.

Hello, another call to the Porcelain Throne. Back in a bit!

Ah-Ha! Movement! I sensed wrongly that things had been firm, but they were messy. So, at last, the Senna-Strikes! Hehe!

3Wed11I made a start on the nosh, and got some chips in the oven cooking. The meal was smelling and looking fair enough, but the appetite let me down again. I didn’t eat a lot of it. The words from Care team leader Shadas, and Sister Jane ring in my ears, “You must lose Weight!”

Got the shakes as I was doing the pots, but avoided an accifauxpas okay.

3Wed12Very tired, I got down really early.

I noticed the left leg was more bloated, and the right one was almost skinny? Might the Anoxonotmesis have some bearing?

The cramps came on again later, but not as bad as the last two nights; then again, I have not done so much walking.

Fell to sleep, but kept waking up for the most misleading and pathetic wee-wees ever! A few drops weakly dribbled out each time, then nothing. Until I would wake again later, and repeat the process. Most aggravating.

Eventually, they stopped bothering me, and a good four hours kip followed before I woke again, and it started all over again! Tsk!

Inchcocks Thoughts & Views on this Sunday Morning: In sort of rhyme…

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Also written in the hopes of sum clever psycologikal doctor mite be able to help Inchcock in his fite for sanitty, edukasion and luv. FanK you.

The morning sky was coloured a soft dark blue hue!

Will someone want to speak to me today, but who?

I could do with a chinwag or gossip, one’s overdue!

What are other folks out there today, got to do?

Will they wake up all mixed-up and confused too?

Will I keep my sanity, bladder control, empathy and virtue?

Will today be peaceful, or full of blunders and hullabaloo?

Will I get to clean the wetroom, of Weevils and mildew!

Will I be able to think clearly today, or will I misconstrue?

Will I have Faux Pas, Whoopsidangleplops, make a Boo-boo?

Fall-over, dizzy-spells, fall asleep, bleed… I have a deja vu…

But I’ll stay cheerful, well, I’ll do my bestest to try too!

If fit enough, have a game of squash, bungee-jump or kung fu!

Phone Mrs May, or my Vow of Celibacy, I could renew?

In the above two lines, I’m afraid that I fibbed to you!

I hope anyone reading this, has a better day, I really do!

The £300 second-hand recliner, needs oiling, too!

My nocturnal-nibbles cut down on, nothing to suck-on or chew!

My fungal lesion’s swollen, tender, bleeding and gone blue!

Just another lonely Sunday for me to get through!

Ah, I know what I can do…

No, I don’t… Yes, I do, I’m going to…

I’ll sing a song… but that will upset the neighbours too!

Well, they already rightly think that I’m a little cuckoo!

But that’s a fair assessment and point of view!

Oh, dearie me, I’ll have to discontinue!

Must hobble-off now for yet another poo-poo!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 24th April 2018: Profound philosophical, cogitative meanderings brooded on and agonised over on waking up? Tsk!

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Tuesday 24th April 2018

Africaans: Dinsdag 24 April 2018

0325hrs: Woke up, after some gentle pandiculating, the brain caught up with the body and semi-activated into a weak mirroring of life mode. There followed a period of uhtceare, during which many things were fretted-over, reviewed, contemplated about, gauged, prioritised and then neglected.

Whoosie3W01 Why the brain bothers with these itinerant, migratory, peripatetic, confusing inner-ramblings, I don’t know. I wish it would pack in these on waking-up unproductive, mind-2Tue03meandering sessions. Nothing positive ever comes out of them anyway. They just leave me with more things I’d forgotten I was worrying over coming-back-to-me incidents into my mind, to join the new day’s enigmas and start fretting about them all over again! Old alter kockerI am!

I often think I don’t fit-in. Perhaps, I was an alien who committed awful crimes, and as a punishment, I was born again on earth?

2Tue02adOut of the £300 second-hand recliner, the body being so kind to me this morning. No trouble or hassle from Hippy Hilda, Harry Hernia, or Anne Gyna. Duodenal Donald was the ailment offering any bother, and that was not too bad, either.

Off into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

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2Tue01The haematometer operated first try.

The Sys was down again, and the pulse dropped to its lowest-ever at 79 being recorded. Still, I feel alright in myself. (Obviously, I do not include my contorted mind in this assessment), Hehe!

Before I could take the medications, the need for the immediate and somewhat urgent 2Tue04utilisation of the Porcelain Throne arrived.

Another messy evacuation, however, so no complaints again.

The knock the kind lady on the bus gave me yesterday on my left shin with her lethal four-wheeled shopping trolley has turned a shade of purple/pink now. Hehe!

2Tue02fBack to the kitchen and took the medications with water, then made a mug of tea.

I took a photo out of the small gap in the kitchen window with the tiny old Nikon camera. It came out looking rather seraphic to me. I was pretty impressed with the resulting effort.

Then I took a photo of each camera with the other camera of course. To show the difference in there sizes initially.

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I’m afraid it also showed up the difference in their finished photography. The old little Nikon camera is also so small in size compared to the other one, it is hard to hold steady to take a shot sometimes. However, 2Tue08aunless I invest in a new camera, I’ll have to use the old one when I am out and about for the time being. Why do you ask (Or probably you didn’t Hehehe!).

The new one is too large for me to feel comfortable with photographing in town. I remember the old Sony one, it was about the same size, and I had some youths try to steal it from me one morning on Lincoln Street of 1Mon10Clinton Street West in Nottingham City Centre.

This view of the front of the flats came out alrightish on the little camera.

0430hrs: I set about updating yesterday’s diary. This took me until gone 0800hrs. This being due to the extraordinary amount of photographs that needed sorting, and Brother-in-law Pete had emailed me those he’d taken at the St George’s Parade as well; they all had to resized converted before being made into a Carousel for displaying.

Then I emailed the shots I’d managed to take back to Pete. Next job, I got on with making this post up. I got sidetracked a while when I read the sad, disheartening news about the Canadian massacre.

Went to Facebooking. Put on some photos on to the galleries and made a few comments.

On CorelDraw to make up some draughts. Cost a few hours, but created a good few to go with the couple done the other day. Got them stored for later use.

2Tue08aBefore I uploaded them, I went to make another brew.

The weather had turned to rain. Not had any for three days, I’d missed this precipitation. Of course, it will most likely settle-in for tomorrow as well. Bound to really, I’ve got to walk into Carrington to get to the surgery for the blood test, haven’t I. Humph!

2Tue11A klog iz mir! Then the rain seemed to lighten up a little.

So I went into the spare room to see how it looked out there, but it wasn’t too encouraging, I must say.

Back on the computer with the brew and…Oh, Marvellous!

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I Thought I was Doing Too Well Today!

It returned after a lot of abusive and insulting words were quietly-muttered underneath my breath.

Getting on now. I opened a tin of tomatoes.. what am I saying? I meant potatoes, seasoned them with vinegar and onion salt and put them on low in a saucepan. Heated the oven ready for the Kristadellens later.

2Tue14I got back to getting the draught graphics done up. Two hours late I got them completed. Phew!

The rain had started falling again, filling the cleaning out the holes in the balcony support ledges.

Got on with getting the meal sorted. Too tired for words now. (Poor Orehman and losing logic and sanity a bit quicker. Humph!)

2Tue15aThe meal was so enjoyable tonight (Well, late afternoon).

Did the health checks, got a mug of orange juice and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner and worried fretted and failed to make any decisions about anything, then nodded off.

Whoosie3W01 Woke up in a lather about something or other, and lay there trying to sort out what it was.

2Tue16Had a wee-wee, and looked out of the window at the lights.

Everyone betokening another tellurian life form, with their own problems. I thought, if these fears and worries were visible, they would cover the skies and most likely choke us all to death. Then I wondered why I thought this in the first place?

I tried putting the TV on in the hope that this would do its usual job and send me off to sleep. But, tonight it was not working, and I stayed awake with the headphones on for hours, half-watching some real rubbish on the box, without the will-power to press one little button on the remote to free myself from this banality.

Whoosie3W01 I eventually nodded off. Only to shoot awake later, headphones off of the head, signs of nocturnal nibbling (Crumbs) laying suspiciously and guiltily on my bulging flabby stomach and unreadable scribbling on the notepad.

Whoosie3W01 I got up for a wee-wee, went into the kitchen, moving in almost robot style, and went to wash the pots that I thought I’d left soaking in the bowl, but they were not there. Back to the front room, and the tray with the empty plate and cutlery was on the chair next to the recliner.

Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 31st March 2018

Saturday 31st March 2018

Amharic: ቅዳሜ 31 ኦገስት 2018

WDP03a0330hrs: Fiddlesticks! I woke up feeling a bit lively (even if only in mind as opposed to the body), decided I’d get the laundry done first thing.  The moment I stirred my wobbly-barrel-like body to remove it from the £300 second-hand recliner – the ailments convinced me not to do down to do the laundry. Hippy Hilda and Duodenal Donald combined with Dizzy Dennis to make the start of the day a somewhat uncomfortable one.

I had planned to get a bit of cleaning up done before Sister Jane arrives tomorrow to tell me off. But, the slightest stretching or bending was painful, kicking Donald into misery-making action. The situation might change later on though.

6Sat04I hobbled (The tootsies have been sore for a while now) into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

Made a strong-brew of Yorkshire tea, that was very welcome indeed and went down comfortingly. (Is that the right word?)

The pulse is still low, I think.

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I had to get to the Porcelain Throne in haste, as things burst into action in that department with such rapidity, almost explosively. I only just got there in time. This evacuation was the one with a significant difference. Quick, not so messy and no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold whatsoever! Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had been bleeding, as usual. Cleaned-up and back to the kitchen.

 Another mug of tea had to be made to replace the one that had gone cold. Foolishly as it turned out, I decided to use the fancy bigger cup.

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WDP03a It slipped from my shaking Shaun grasp, hit the floor and the handle broke off. Getting down to retrieve it was disturbingly painful and started Anne Gyna and Duodenal Duncan off. I managed to cut the left thumb on the broken pottery where the gripper used to be. Well, pickle my walnuts! Afterwards, I noticed the vein along the back of the digit showed up on the skin, I wonder why? I carefully wrapped the broken pieces in some kitchen towels and put them in the black waste bag… carefully! Hehe! On the bright side, I was glad I bought two of these mugs and made a brew in the broken receptacle’s brother Cautiously!

6Sat08I spotted the rain on the kitchen window. I know I said I would not risk taking any more shots from outside of this window, because of the dangers and limited view offered now they have made the openings so much higher and farther to reach to. (What a mouthful there? Haha!)

I was in a right state to try stretching, so I just stuck the camera out, while trying to protect it from the rain, and blindly snapped a photo.

Not a bad effort, considering. It came out a bit of a ‘Moody’ one. Perhaps. Maybe. Possibly. Mayhap? Or not.

All pure pot-luck of course.

I started to create this blog, and got as far as here, by 0610hrs, then went on to update the Friday diary.

0730hrs: Began getting Friday’s diary concluded and posted off.

After four-hours of creating page top graphics, getting only three done, and listening to that Git upstairs, Big Bad John banging about, I made another brew of tea.

I thought I might have a pie, potatoes and garden peas for a change later. Just a thought, like.

I spent many more hours on doing the page top humour graphics. Accompanied all the day by Big Bad John’s rattling and banging on and off.

Went to prepare the meal, get it cooking.

Did the Health Checks.

I took a photograph of the meal, but another one goes AWOL into the ether, never to be seen again? Tsk!

I flaked-out watching the Gogglebox.

Inchcock Today – Thursday 22nd March 2018

Thursday 22nd March 2018

Cebuano: Huwebes Marso 22, 2018

0300hrs: I instantly stirred into imitation life of sorts. The brain caught up, and I mused over the day required actions. Get up and crack on with finishing the two-part Wednesday blog. Morrison delivery is due twixt 0630>0730hrs. Dentist appointment at 0930hrs. This was enough to fully engage the available grey-cells for the moment. Looking around at the mess from the upgrade work, prevented me from welcoming the day.

An ethereality lingered and tormented me. A feeling of certainty of the absence of any afflatus’ or creative impulses or ideas, ensured my characteristics and attitude would start off as one of diffidence and floccinaucinihilipilification. (I knew one day this word would fit the bill to use one of my blogs, Hehe!).

I unwillingly coerced and disencumbered my aged-body from the £300 second-hand recliner, and to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications. Quite how the dust from the window upgrading had gotten into the tablet compartments with closed lids and placed in a drawer, will have to remain a conundrum for now.

Huh! Now I have to dust the tablets, capsules and pills before I can take them!

I managed to get the camera out of the crack in the window to take a shot down below. But the new ledge outside is far too broad and long for me to be able to get a clear shot.

04Thur04Off to the Porcelain Throne. A little less bleeding this morning from the front end, but the usual for the last two days. Then the flood from the rear end from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

Got the computer on. It’s Lynda Lores Birthday today, I must make time to do a Happy Birthday graphic and hope the Facebook lets me work, for the lass.

Made a start on the first part of the Wednesday double post. Got it finished and then did the second part. Posted them both off.

Did the second Health Checks

The Morrison delivery arrived. No substitutions. Showed the driver the state of the flat. Got some sympathy from him, bless his cotton socks.

04Thur050810hrs: All readied, and I set off for the Dentists.

Over the road, and up the gravel hill, passing the tree copse on the way.

A lot of dogs taking their owners for a walk. One of them allowed me to fuss their terrier when it came to me. I have to say I enjoyed doing this and seeing her little tail wagging.

04Thur07Down the park path onto Mansfield Road, up over the crest and down to the dentists.

A confusion, come maze of plastic fencing greeted me. Some roadworks were in operation.

Luckily they had left just enough room for me to follow the fencing to the dentist front door.

I only got up the steps and two paces further, and I found myself at the end of the queue of patients in line, waiting to record their presence with the receptionists. As this column slowly got shorter, a nurse came down the stair and called out a ladies name, to go up with her to one of the surgeries. A woman behind me answered: “I’m here, still waiting to sign in!” Hehe! It doesn’t seem to matter where I go, mayhem is there!

After a while, I got to the desk and discovered that these receptionist are nearly in the same class as the Lidl and Audio Centre staff. Not as down-putting as the Lidl ones are, and they do not have similar quality sneers as the Audio ones, pretty snotty and they have a decent “Don’t bother me ‘unspoken’ stare” that is pretty intimidating. Also, their Smirks and Sideways Glances were excellent. After she told me I was too early and gave me some forms to fill-in, feeling penitential and ashamed of myself, I sat down and got on with doing a crossword.

A threatening looking dentist assistant with tattoos on both arms approached me and instructed me to follow her. When she saw I was struggling a bit with my efforts to stand and walk, she offered to carry my bag upstairs for me.

In the surgery, the male dentist Dr Vitesh Patel greeted me with all the false-enthusiasm of Jeremy Clarkson when not being fed! He quickly got me on the chair and leaning backwards and checked the teggies. As last time six months earlier, he carried out his fetish on the same tooth with the same words, as he did his best to break through with one of his metal probes. On about his fifth stab at it: “There is a tiny hole in this tooth, it might need a filling” I replied: “I’m not surprised, if you don’t stop sticking that thing into it, it’ll be a big hole!” He was not impressed and lost interest. Just like the last visit, he took some X-rays of the same teeth as on that visit. He looked at the gap in the missing tooth at the front and said. Does this bother you? No, I replied. “Okay I’ll leave it then” he responded. Telling me things are okay and assisted me out of the chair.

After ten minutes, if that, I was back downstairs paying the Oberleutnantess receptionist £20.60 for the pleasure. I asked if they could make the appointment for 12 months instead of six. “Not without the Dentists instructions and permission I can’t” Backed-up with a look of incredulousness mingled with a hint of scepticalness. I lied outright and said he did say so! Eventually, after much pondering, she made it for nine months.

I said my farewells and made my way limpingly out into the daylight. Yesterday’s marathon was beginning to make the plates-of-meat really tender and painful now. I dawdled slowly along back the way I came. To the park, and up the footpath. Another dog approached me for some fuss. A long-haired black terrier of some sort. He got plenty from me, and the lady owner said thank you to me as I moved on? Truly amazing, that’s three unknown to me dogs in a few days that have sought me out for some fuss?

04Thur08Up to the top of the hill, and near the tree copse, I stopped on the bottom of the gravel path to take this photograph of the hoist and workers on my floor of the apartments.

The feet were even worse now, really stinging.

But it’s my own fault for walking so far yesterday, innit? Hehe!

I got to the flat, and picked up the raffle prizes and box of nibbles, and back out to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Temporary Shed, for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour. Jenny was looking particularly pretty this morning. Cindy was in good form. Cath was too. Everyone there, apart from Big John, seemed in better spirits than of late. I had a chinwag with each of them in turn. (Well, not Big John!). Handed the raffle prize in, and took the nibble-box around, having a laugh here and there as I did so. Got some raffle tickets and handed them out to others. Stayed beyond the hour this time. Enjoyed it.

Back to the flat, had a wee-wee, did the Health Checks.

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Got the food in the oven tray ready to cook later, turned the oven on to warm up. A ready-made vegetarian moussaka. I added tons of extra grated cheese and some sliced tomatoes on top of it. Some battered onions ready to add later. Got a few red onion slices on the plate.

P1270930Started to do this blog. After a few hours the door chime rang-out. It was young bloke from Willmot-Brown. Came to measure the gap left at the bottom of the balcony door.

I let him in and started telling him about the curtain not being replaced and how I could not manage it on the steps. This made no impression, other than he asked which team did the window. I didn’t know, did I.

He finished measuring and said he would be back tomorrow to fill in the holes in the floor and apply the plastic board on top.

I updated the calendar and diary with the dates for the next dentist visit, Wednesdays INR blood test and the Morrison delivery.

Did the Health Checks etc.

Back to updating this diary.

Went to the WordPress reader page. Then did some commenting.

Facebook no letting me import to photo albums. Going too slow and sticking. Grr! Poor Lynda Lore! Well, I can wish her love and happiness for her Special Day, with a cyber cuddle and gentle non-intrusive massage too! XXX ♥♥♥

Got the oven on.

Nosh – Nice but far too many courgettes and aubergines, especially with the INR Warfarin level being so low.

I picked a lot of them out of the meal, to be on the safe side.

I bought these, cause they were on offer at 3 for £6. I’ll have to give the other two away if we have any vegetarians in the block.

Utterly shattered and tired out, I fell asleep after eating the meal. Woke and got up around 0200hrs!

Nottingham Pensioner suffers  with ‘Blogger Withdrawal Syndrome’ – rushed to hospital!

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Gaz and Lenny of the Internet Health & Safety Monitoring & Investigation Unit

The Internet Health & Safety Monitoring & Investigation Unit head-honcho Gaztop and Lennie are looking into claims of the last remaining relative of the elderly incontinent bald blogger Inchcock Chambers, of Nottingham.

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Solicitor Shirley Blamey at the hospital

They are claiming that Inchcock suffered a setback in his cardiac recovery programme, caused by the site being down, and the decrepit pensioner being unable to dispense his usual rubbish for others to pretend to read.

A spokesman for Shirley Blamey-Others Solicitors said: “It is so sad, that due to the negligence of WordPress Incorporated that my client  Inchcock’s sister, has had to take this action on behalf of Inchcock, as he is in no state to pursue any actions as a result of his suffering from ‘Withdrawal from Internet Blogging Syndrome’.

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Dr Steedenski took time out from treating a patient with a broken finger nail to talk to our reporter

Dr Mike Steedenski (A fellow sufferer) of the BBC (Blogger’s Buggered Consultants) took time out from treating a patient with a broken finger nail and explained: The symptoms of this incapacitating malady include: Spousal mistreatment, Cat and Dog kicking, Temporary selective Tourettes Syndrome, Cramp in unused fingers and Twitches. Leading inescapably, to total insanity.

It didn’t help when the hospital got a little confused and took Inchcock into theatre for a Forced Caesarean birth! Luckily Nurse Marissa Bergen spotted something was wrong when she had a grope to find a little something that should not have been there.

They all had a laugh then returned Inchcock to the ward, thanking him for the little entertainment he provided.

Giggling ensued in the nurses canteen.!

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It didn’t help when the hospital got a little confused and took Inchcock into theatre for a Forced Caesarean birth!

Inchcock’s Sister commented: “Fair enough, I’ve not actually seen him for 5 months, and it’s no good phoning the pillock because he’s deaf! But when I eventually heard of how the dustbin-man found him in the back yard chewing on the remains of a pigeon, I just knew something might be wrong!

I sent my husband down to see what had happened, and he found the laptop on – with a message on the screen saying that ‘Google Chrome cannot access WordPress.com’, and several tabs open on various Shemale sites, so then I knew that something had sent the idiot over the top”, naturally any money we are granted I’ll use to look after for him at reasonable costs until his funeral. There are plenty of cheap rest homes to pick fr.. er.. Dr Steedenski now tells me he is getting better! Huh!”

Ambulance men reported that they were worried, as they found the house to be in complete disarray, untidy, dirty, and bereft of any food.

Inchcock’s only neighbour 96 year old Wilhelmina Witherinshaw who talks to him said this was normal.

As they took him away, he had a strong tic in his left cheek, was shaking his head, passing wind, muttering unintelligibly, with his right index finger stuck up his left nostril.

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Nottingham’s Queens Medical Centre hospital porter Danny-boy London off duty

The Police Officer in attendance said: “This was normal and is to be expected from anyone with Blogger Withdrawal Syndrome!”

Nottingham’s Queens Medical Centre hospital porter Danny-boy London said Inchcock was being treated for Angina, high blood-pressure, incessant Gobble-de-gook, Bladder leakage, Haemorrhoids’, Impetigo, Arthritis, a lump on his head, and his having swallowed pigeon feathers.

This is to be updated as and when we can get back on the site again.