Inchcock Today – Friday 22nd May 2020: Confusion and befuddlement mostly today

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2020 ttttMay22

Friday 22nd May 2020

Luxembourgish: Freideg 22 Mee 2020

00 May 22 Sandie

TFZer: Tree House Sandie Lentz ♥

GM L 0.0.130bl02:35hrs: Once again, I awoke, with a vagueness, an opacity of thought. Yet within a few moments, lucubrations started forming, plans laid and made, ideas considered within my grey-cells. My clinomania encouraged me to remain laid there, on the recliner. Thinking, planning, but without any logicality or precision. Which didn’t last for very long though.

I felt the cold draft coming in from the balcony door I had left open. The brain reckoning stopped. The need to escape the warm clutches of the quilt, and get up to close the door took priority. I was being sensible and taking my time in getting up, but the cool breeze, made me throw caution to the wind. I was fortunate in getting up, grabbing the four-pronged walking stick, making my way to the door and shutting it to, then needing an urgent wee-wee! All, without any toe-stubbings, dizzies or knocking over anything from the Ottoman! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

WD 0.0.0 (1) To the wet room and had a totally different style of wee-wee this morning. A first, a new style! Oh, yes! A PAVCT (Painful-And-Various-Coloured-Trickling) wee-wee! Amazing, it started off orange, then cream, and the last few trickles 5Fri02were a cloudy-grey! Crunggleisations!

WD 0.0.0 (1) I did notice the right-knee seemed to have gone out of sync, deformed a bit? But, t’ was of little concern, as there was no pain from it, apart from the Arthur Itis usual. Then I thought, are NN’s (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters) out of actions again, not passing the nerve-ends messages to the brain, and will I get electric-shock like pains if it does belated get the information across? Tsk! 

WD 0.0.0 (1) Perhaps, it could be a dirty-great giant alien worm lava, whose egg had been laid in my body, and was fighting his way out? Or a mutation of the Coronavirus? Maybe NN’s have died altogether, I have multiple broken bones, and don’t know it because the neurotransmitters are kaputt? Hahaha!

And to think, the Government is working to keep people busy so they don’t get bored being stuck at home, Hah! Never get time for a dull moment here!

Ah, my uneducated but fertile mind kicked into silly-gear: If there is a way to pass on Peripheral Neuropathy to folks, then let them have a stroke, and they will not be bothered about the virus then. They’ll have enough on their plate just getting through day-to-day? And, what am I ranting on about?

5Fri03Off to the kitchen, and got my breakfast. The BP Sys was down from yesterday, which was encouraging.

WDP 002WD 0.0.0 (1a) I was washing the mugs and mixing bowl in the sink, and got a visit from Shoulder Shuddering Shirley. Which moved my arm under the running hot water tap – the nerves were working then, cause it made me jump, and whip my arm away from the water; hitting the back of my hand on the corner of the bread bin. Broggleknockersworth!

To the computer, and made up a template. Then started to update the Thursday blog. Got the post sent off, emailed the link and went on Pinterest. Stopped to make a brew. Back to the computer, onto the comment section on WordPress. Tim Price informed me that he’s had a link talk to someone at WordPress, and they are going to force the new block editor on everyone. But there should be a way within the programme’s workings, of going back to the old editor. Ha! Me, learn how to do that?

Then I spent an inordinately long time on TFZer Facebooking, happily! Then set off to get the ablutions done.

5Fri04WD 0.0.0 (1) The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. The evacuation was similar to the last two days ones. Start, blocked, do the crossword book, suffer the pain, appreciated it when things start again, and finish the session, with an exclamation of pain and relief!

5Fri05WD 0.0.0 (1) I did spot some new blood spots or papules on the left leg as I was crosswording. Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court. The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, karakia-cursing entities. The materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, and manifestations. That permeate, pass through the pores and 5Fri06interstices 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, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission? 

Hey-ho!

5Fri007cHowever, not-withstanding and apart from that, the ablution session was one of the best for months! One knick shaving, only five dropsies, and three of them were the min-soap tablet. No stubbed toes, not knocking anything off of the floor cabinet… no sorry, I did knock off the Daktacort cream, sorry about that inaccuracy. Olive oiled the ear-drums, Germoloided the piles, and Saccades Sandra’s drops in the eyes. Washed the spectacles, and went through the unpleasurable, delicate, always painful job, of treating Little Inchies fungal lesion

I got myself smelling half-decent, medicated things and got some clothes on. I made up two small black waste-bags and hobbled to the chute room with them.

4Thu15Back to the apartment, suddenly remembering I had some of the San Benedetto Prima Spremtura Clementina (Clementine juice) arriving today, 24x 300ml cans. I have to say, I adore the taste. Not too fizzy, not too sweet, but I find them very refreshing.

I looked at the Amazon tracker (right), but it seems like it’s going to be a late delivery, this time. It hasn’t even reached the dispatch yet, let alone out for delivery!

I suppose this means another miserable night for Inchcock! Globberations! I’ll have to not watch telly, cause I have to use the headphones, and cannot hear the Intercom or door chimes when I have them on. So, it’ll mean me staying up and trying to stay awake long enough, and I do get grumpy with myself when I am prevented from sleeping. It’s hard enough to drop off as it is. But, you can be sure tonight, I’ll nod off after staying up so many extra hours waiting for the cans to arrive. Still, serves me right for ordering them. Hahaha! Grumblegollocks!

I’ve still got a few left in the fridge if anyone fancies popping over? Tsk! Oh, I forgot, I’m not allowed visitors, cause of my High-Risk status! Clapbogsworthyness!

Ah, well, I’d better get on with doing some more graphicationalisationing then.

5Fri08WD 0.0.0 (1) Gawd, it’s going so slowly, Shoulder Shuddering Sheila, and Dizzy Dennis are the main culprits. Only got three graphics done, and I’m about to give up.

I came across some disturbing news while searching for facts for the blog. Nottingham is bucking the trend on Coronavirus and has had an increase in infection and hospitalisations.

Oh, dear!

5Fri09So late now, but I dare not nod-off, or I may miss the deliveryman. I’ll have a look at the tracker, hang on a sec…

WD 0.0.0 (1) Blimus! It’s not moving at all, over three hours ago, the tracker reads the same! Not even reached the despatch warehouse. No way it’ll get here before 20:00hrs. Gits!

I wish they’d just tell me it’s not going to make it today! But no! Muggins here has to stay up, just in case it does. No chance to listen to the TV or radio. I’m bound to nod off and not know if it has been or not! But if the dispatch is in Leeds, how can they make it tonight? I do not want or need the stuff today. Initially, they told me it would arrive twixt 18th > 20th… I may have got myself in a muddle here, I’ll have a look at the calendar.

5Fri10WD 0.0.0 (1) Well, I made a right cock-up over the dates! Brambackleshittums! Cracklepackers and Blockstooum!

According to the last eta given me, they are due next Thursday, Friday or Saturday?

I’m so confused now, but it definitely says arriving today by 8 PM on the tracker!

I’ve got to stay awake somehow, but fear it will not happen. I wonder if Amazon has made an error somehow? Or, has the lorry broke-down? Or the driver been arrested? Perhaps Aliens have landed fancying a drink?

Just had another decker at the Tracker, still not moved at all. I could spit! Why me every time? I’m not a bad or naughty boy! Hehehe! Sodwrangles!

I just went to put the kettle on, and the trees in the bottom field and along Chestnut Walk, look in danger of being uprooted! So violent was the wind!

Amazon arrived? It was to Thompsons Punjabi tea, 6 boxes! Marvellous!

5Fri13

5Fri09But most confusing. According to the Amazon email, it was the Clementine drinks that should be coming?

I did another tracker check. Obviously, the San Benedetto was not going to arrive. A mistake had been made by someone other than me for once, Amazon!

WD 0.0.0 (1) As I was putting away the tea bags in junk-room-two, Dizzy Dennis caught me out as I was stretching to reach the drawers, and over I went. Luckily, there was not enough room between the boxes that had been waiting five years to get sorted out all over the room, which broke my fall!

WD 0.0.0 (1) As I struggled to get near something solid to support me in getting back up and haul my onerous body from the floor, I could not reach the stick from where I landed. So, crawling through the rubbish to retrieve the stick… I found what I had done several searches for last week, but couldn’t find – Two packets pf Thompsons Punjana tea bags! I did feel a fool! Well, I’m stocked up for life now on the best tea bags in the world (Well, my favourites), Glengettie (Nine packs x80), Glengettie Gold (Two packs x80), and these, the best of the three, Punjana! (Eight packs x80).

5Fri11A perfect overloaded stock, suitable for a sinensophile, come tea-sommelier as me. Hehehe! But the confusion caused by all the wrong indications and dates from Amazon’s emails will probably mean I won’t live long enough to drink them all. But, I’ll do me bestest!

Got some Hickory in the beans and franks in each saucepan. There had to be something wrong with the new Hickory, and I soon found out what it was. It states clearly that a good shaking of the bottle is needed before use every time.

WD 0.0.0 (1) Well, the seal and cap on the bottle leaked when I shook it! Shame, cause it is a great tasting flavouring. It didn’t half take some getting off of my hands though. It went on the jammie bottoms and stomach too. Tsk!

5Fri14Nosh at last. Baked beans and German Franks with Hickory, a few mini-tomatoes, three small slices of bread, a lemon mousse and the Clementine drink for afters.

Taste-Rating: 9.2/10 Highly acceptable!

I got the pots soaking afterwards and settled down to a disturbing evenings rest. I wasn’t sure if the San Benedetto would or should be arriving, so I tried to stay awake a little longer…

ZZZ!

Inchcockski – Tuesday 5th May 2020: Hello, a reduction in Whoopsiedangleplops. Ye-ha!

May05

2020 ttttMay05

Tuesday 5th May 2020

Samoan: Aso Lua 5th Me 2020

00 May 05

GM05 creamWD 0.0.255 03:55hrs: I been up for about three hours by this time, thanks to sleep not being interested in joining me. Pottering about half-heartedly, I pretended to sort-out the fridge, concentrated on it for a full five minutes. Then toyed at doing the washing up.

And what a ‘Mistake to make that turned out to be. I was depressed, or repressed, or both, overtired and so irritable with myself.

WD 0.0.255 So it did me no good at all when I dropped the step ladder. Thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failure. The bottom of the aluminium leg made contact with my left knee! Crrrrickey, that hurt!

WDP 1LcbWD 0.0.255 But worse still, as I bent to retrieve the steps, my bottom hit the stack of plastic drawers near the door, pushing me forwards onto the floor, and I got virtually showered with a right load of medical stuff that fell off of the top drawer! A dropper of olive-oil had broken. The light in weight, enoxaparin filled hypos didn’t fall off at all. Int life confusing?

As I collected up the medicines, my irritability level grew to a hyperirritability level when I realised the blister-pack had split! It took me hours to find the spread-all-over tablets and capsule. Well, I didn’t find them all. I could not identify the difference between the Codeine 30g, the Furesomide and the Beta-blockers, they all look the same to me. Some of the Ramipril 40g capsules split open when I accidentally trod on them. (They do that, I’ve noticed before!) The Atorvastatin 80g, which I have to take whole, and struggle at times with them, were all found. Tsk! Some of the Lansoprazole capsules were never seen again? I’d squashed a tube of Germoloid, that was fun cleaning up.

So, I’d gone from a frustrated, miserable, self-hating, loathing-of-life person, into a mental wreck in a matter of minutes! (But this was not to last very long, at all!) More time lost trying to assess what was what. I gave up in the end, sod-it!

2Tue25I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. And found that I had calmed down, and gone into ‘Accepting-Mode’? Even as I stood there, amid the medical mayhem, mess; There was no guilt, no feeling sorry for myself, or sulking! I think that with Nicodemus playing up, the full message of the pain had not got through to the brain? Oh, course I could be wrong.

I got the stepladders back assemble, up at 2Tue01the window, and took a photo of the morning moon. As I stood there with the window open, I found myself off on a Thought-Storm again. Not a  particularly bad one, mind. More, strongly musing, and casting away the worrying thoughts, and holding onto the better ones. This is not like m2Tue03e, especially after my altercations?

Got the computer booted, and made a quick Thoughts ode to use later. I noticed the brightness coming through the curtains and thought it might be another rainbow, so I got the camera and went to the kitchen window. Wonderful view! Made another brew, of Glengettie tea. Then answered two WordPress comments. Got on with the updating of the Monday post. But the Morrison order arrived and had to be dealt with and sorted out. So I did! The delivery chap came up and left the bags outside. I pointed out the can pf G&T for him, well, his wife, she loves them.

2Tue11

I 2Tue27got the large order in a bag or two at a time, and into the kitchen. Despite the horrendous start to the day, I was feeling good. As I packed away the goods, I realised there had been a lot of substituting and items not delivered. 

Shame about crap chicken & mushroom substitute pot noodles, cause the sticky rib one I ordered, is the only one I like, more giving or throwing stuff away! Tsk!

2Tue12I hope their smokey bacon is better tasting than the watery Iceland label rubbish. But I fear the look identical. A high-note, the yhad sent some of the delicious sweet potato Fritters, and I tried a pack of Hovis sourdough muffins. The bananas were a tad green, but not to fret. I got the fridge stuff put away first.

2Tue13It was hard work making the room to get it in, I’d ordered a fair bit. Initially, I was tickled pink when I saw they had some Cox’s apples in stock and ordered a pack. Grobblecluckinghell! Every apple was either bruised, pot-marked or had a wormhole in them! I’m sorry I gave the bloke a can of plonk now! Humph!

2Tue14I found a packet of two frozen Louisiana Chick’n Burgers? I did not recall ordering these, but they’d charged me, so I must have. On closer inspection, it claimes Amazing Chicken Taste, but I could not see any meat in the ingredient list? I’ve never been less interested in any product in my life! Vegetarian or Vegan? Not for me! I dished it in the waste bag, which made just enough room to get the other stuff into the freezer, Haha!

2Tue02The job was done, and another brew made, I might get to drink this one.

The moon looked like it had a red ring around it, so I fetched the camera and took this effort as the day began to break. Not very good, but it shows the ring up?

I began to work on the updating again, and the door chimes rang out there, ♫ I only want to be with you, ♫ tune. I investigated, and it must have been Jenny or Frank, who had dropped off the bleach and Lemon mousse for me. Jen had ordered some for me on her Asda order, she is good to me. ♥

2Tue08aI got the ablutions tended to. I could hardly believe hoe the body had changed so quickly. The arms and legs had positively shrunk! But the already overbearing stomach was much bigger? The toenails keep getting longer and more painful. Anyroad, the session was another good one. Only two little nicks shaving. I did cut the gums a fair few times when I was doing the teeth, but that was all down to Shuddering Shoulder Shirley. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding, but I’ve had it a lot worse this. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were only trickling blood. All in all, a surprisingly decent session!

2Tue21Some more updating (will I ever get it done?) I took a snap of the shadowy bottom field. Funny how the Nikon seems much better at taking this sort of shot in auto mode. The Panasonic is not so good.

I tried for an evacuation on the Porcelain Throne. Failed again. Tsk!

Herbert upstairs is busy, dril2Tue16ling away, I wonder what he’s making today.

Then, the Iceland delivery man arrived. Not such a big order, and even less with the out of stock various loaves and things.

Huh! I’ve just cancelled the weekly bread and 2Tue28milk stuff from the Government, and now they have no bread delivered from Iceland! Just look at the list of have-nots-in-stock! It’s a grand job that Jenny is doing for me. I shouldn’t have to worry about desserts until the next Morrison delivery arrives in three weeks, though. I’ll try to get some bread from the mobile shop on Friday, I’ve enough until then. I’ve put the sourdough muffins in individual bags in the freezer, having one tonight perhaps, I’ve left that one out in the 2Tue23kitchen.

I got the updating done at last. Just one of those days, interruptions and Whoopsiedanhleplops galore! Went on the Pinterest, then the WordPress reader. Then Facebooking. It suddenly dawned on me, the ‘Hum’ doesn’t sound as loud as usual today. I wish it was 2Tue22always like this. Went out on the balcony to take a shot of the wonderful clouds. I like this one.

Those amazing cloud formations!

WD 0.0.255A I made another brew and started on this post. I noticed when I used the rather poor quality 2Tue25snap, I must have caught my forefinger in the farcical furore earlier with the steps and medicine avalanche. Hehehe! Hey-ho! I’m glad I didn’t lose it when I took the tumble.

All fine now, anyway. Just curious to know hat Herbert is clanging, banging and drilling away making. It must be a big model, whatever it is. Herbert might be in lockdown, giving him more time to make his models. Good for him, if this is so.

2Tue24I had a quick search for the latest Coronavirus figures available, Nottingham and local East Midlands cities, and the UK.

It seems that Nottingham City was having things a little better than those around nearby lately?

Derbyshire and Nottinghamshire are the worst hit.

I’m getting drained mentally now. Poor old twit! I went to arrange and get the nosh sorted out.

2Tue34Sokowlo pork hot dogs, fries, cheese discs, a mix of cherry tomatoes; the foul, bitter-tasting Moroccan ones from Iceland, and the Netherlands ultra-tasty sweet ones from Morrisons. Chestnut mushrooms, a well-bruised Morrison’s Cox’s apple, a lemon mousse dessert (having to eat the Ski mousse first, as they are shorter-dated than the Asda ones that Jenny got for me) The sourdough muffin, I’d Marmited, and they went down extremely well! I used one of the individual Marmite pots I bought from Amazon, tasty, and just enough! Flavour rating: 8/10!

WDP 12bGot the washing up done, and as expected, sleep was not forthcoming easily. Much hogwash half-watched on the TV. No nodding off and waking again tonight, though. Looking back, when I did nod off, very late in the evening, at least I slept right through for, wait for it… six-hours! Great!

Inchcockski – Sunday 26th April 2020

April 26

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Sunday 26th April 2020

Yiddish: זונטיק דעם 26 סטן אפריל 2020

000 April 26

GM cap0103:50hrs: I didn’t wake up – because I didn’t get to sleep. I just grumpily, cantankerously decided to reluctantly get up, mainly because I needed a wee-wee.

WD 130.0.0 I quickly got out of the £300 second-hand, rickety recliner, gained my momentum, picked up the four-pronged walking stick, and made for the wet room. Within two paces I was in pain from the toe I stubbed last night! Argh! It’s not going to get any better until I can get the toenails cut somehow, but have no idea how I can get them done in the current lock-in? I’m due for a lot of slowly increasing suffering now. And have 12 weeks of enforced hibernation to get through before I can even think of getting out to the clinic. Gawd, I’m in a rotten mood, already!

A right sprinkling and spraying wee-wee it was, a bit of blood from Inchies fungal lesion joined in the drizzle. A good start this, I thought. I’m tired out, irritable. I go for a wee and find the place needed ten-minutes of cleaning up, medicating, and a lot of pain to do it, afterwards! A message of gloom from my EQ lowered what bit of confidence I had.

I needed to pull myself out of the darkness. I tried singing my favourite ‘happier-times’ related songs to myself as I went to the kitchen. But, the sharp stinging from the toe put an end to that idea! Whimper-whinge

I took the medications, including several swigs of the useless Peptac antacid medicine to calm Duodenal Donald down. Made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and got the computer going. I sent an email to Jenny, as I had not heard from her for a while. Which is not surprising, like me, she is busier than before the lockdown, helping and caring for so many people.

WD 130.0.0 Then, it was back to the wet room, for the Porcelain Throne this time. I had a bit of luck though; Duodenal Donald was really giving me some stick. I’m sure this helped me feel the effects of Constipation Conrad’s hurtful evacuation, much less. Does that make sense?

On the computer, and worked through updating the Saturday post. Took me a few hours, but it was all done. Published it, then I posted (emailed) off the links. Pinterest, Comments and Facebooking were visited.

Jenny emailed, she has got some bleach for me and will get it to me later, no rush for the money. Wonderful!

Made a template and made a start on this blog. Got it finalised, and then tended to the ablution duties. It was a right mixed bag of luck, this session was!

I had another trickling wee-wee, and as I moved after the session, and got the camera to take a photo of the ankle ulcer (I never did get around to making it):

7Sun02WD 130.0.0 a Instantly, with no warning twitches from the right knee or ankle (a rarity), a Neuropathic Schuhplattler right leg dance, kicked off! It lasted a while this one, too. But the more surprising fact. As I leant forward to the nearest solid object to grab onto, to keep my balance and not topple-over, the toilet cistern, the camera which was in the right hand, took this picture on the right as I fell forwards. Yet the photo came out great?

The dropsies were very few, probably fewer than for weeks if not longer. All I can recall, (Of course I was a little shook-up with the dance and Duodenal Donald stabbing at me) was the soap, razors (3), the towel, and the Germoloid cream tube. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

And the legs Peripheral Neuropathic, Clopidogrel legs, well, knees had changed the expressions on both patellas. Can you make out the shape that I can see in them on the left ones? I could make a competition to find the hidden object with these knees! Hahaha!

7Sun04a

I ignored the need to wear socks again, and I threw a verbal sneer at the Sock-Glide (Haha). But, being as I was planning to leave the flat, I thought it best if I put on the PPs, a shirt and some trousers!

Jen rang the bell and dropped-off the bleach for me outside. Grand of her, and it was the lemon-scented one that I like, too! Bless her. ♥

WD 130.0.0 a I went to ring her to thank her and tell her I’d drop the cash off later. ‘Clanger!’ I could not find the paper with peoples flat and phone numbers on it! I emailed her back, explaining my stupidity. Replied with her phone digits. Rang her, it was engaged. Took the bags to the waste chute and down to Jennies flat. Left bag with cash and rang the bell.

WD 130.0.0 I foolishly got in the lift, and went down to the ground floor and got out before I realised what I was doing. Waited to get back in, only one in a lift nowadays. When the elevator came, Cyndy got out, greetings exchanged. I think only about ten words were used between us. But it was nice to talk to someone real.

7Sun04bBack to the flat and got Josie’s nosh done. A little earlier than usual, but I took it to her door and pressed the bells. No answer. Oh, dear! I nipped back in the flat and covered the plate with foil to hopefully keep it warm for a while, and put the Limoncello back in the fridge to keep that cold.

More sorting in the kitchen produced another black bag for the chute. So I took it and called at Josie’s on the way back. No answer.

Updated this diary a while, and then took the now cold meal to Josie’s, for the third time. Aha! A response! She’d been in the shower. We had a natter, and I explained why the meal maybe a little cold. My fault for going too early. She should like the potatoes this time, I’d got some Leicester cheese to use, and thanks to Jenny, some butter to add to them.

Then I got back to the computer and remembered I’d forgotten to take out the Limoncello from the fridge! Back to Josie, and explained. I got a rum look, and she mentioned that I had already given her a pot of orange jelly. IU told her that will keep for any time, I know how much she loves her Limoncello.

7Sun01WD 130.0.0 I did a quick check of the latest Coronavirus figures. My first thought was, good, only 20 new cases confirmed yesterday. But on seeing the local deaths, it shook me a bit.

And these figures are not including anyone who dies anywhere other than in a hospital.

We’ve a long way to go yet. Confidence in a solution being found is limited

I then prepared my own meal.

7Sun40WD 130.0.0 I was a tad disappointed in how the cheesy mashed potatoes turned out. I’ll leave out the butter on the next lot I try making, I reckon. All that Leicester cheese I used, and still not much of a flavour to it. The caramelised onion pate will not be tried again if I can get any, it will be the pork & mushrooms ones in future. The overall taste rating was 5/10. But it looked lovely! Hahaha!

I got the pots washed, cleaned a bit of the kitchen floor, but stopped when Duodenal Donald complained.

7Sun41I made up a bottle of spring water and lemon cordial mix.

Spotting these families out in the sunshine on the bottom field, I got the Nikon to record the view. It didn’t particularly cheer me up as it usually would have done. Cause a bit of jealousy came to the fore. How I wish I could still be able to take a walk through the Tree Copse! But, my new disabilities since the stroke, and now the enforced twelve-week imprisonment in the flat, guaranteed my days of ambling, smelling the petrichor and falling over in the Copse, are finished. Tsk!

I got down in the no-longer working, broken by my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-law Pete, rickety recliner.

A first here, no nod-offs came at all, even with the TV on! No thought-storming! Just a sort of vagueness, and mind wandering without aim or resolution.

7Sun39

Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Hosris Sapit

Inchcockski – Tue 14 Apr 2020: Adscititious, malapropos ailments today. Ah-well!

April 14

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Tuesday 14th April 2020

Malay: Selasa 14 April 2020

000 April 14

GM cap01WD 100.20.0 02:35hrs: As I stirred, thoughts of my pathetic, wretched, feeble amnesiac moment last night, and the ensuing flood, was grinding away at my brain and giving the stomach a taste of bile and acid.

I felt no self-pity for the physical pains I found myself in this morning, most of them were from the hours of cleaning up the bathroom, well, wetroom, and all the bending, the tumbles I took doing it, and all with the knowledge that it was, after all, my own fault! I hope and pray the person below has not got much of a mess.

WD 100.20.0 I fumbled out of the £300, second-hand, none-operational, rickety recliner, to the wet room for a wee. Discovering on the slow, careful, unbalanced hobbling to get there, on arrival, that boy, it was still a mess, after hours of doing my best to sort things out last night and into this morning. I had to set too again!

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2Tue11WD 100.20.0 ac On near completion, I bent down to pick up the shower chair – and hit my cheek on edge of the lethal, cruel, cursed sock-glide, lurking ready to pounce on the seat! I quietly muttered a few oaths and curses!

Then I laughed gaily and started to sing ♫I’ve Got the Whole World in my Hands…♫ This is a factless-fiction, and a fib here, sorry!

Hahaha! I swear I heard mechanical laughter coming from somewhere! I was a walking example, (well, hobbling) of mental and physical inabilities and deformities.

I did resist grabbing hold of the glide and misshaping and twisting, contorting it, though. I realised I will need it later, the state Arthur Itis’s knees, Back-Pain-Brenda and the feet are in after all the bending down I’d just done, it would be an impossibility to get the hosiery on by hand, these knees, the back and Anne Gynas input would never let me. Oh, and I had to use Drain-Unblocker, two-bottles, get the last of the stagnant water, I’d missed last night to go down! Unblocker, all gone now, what chance of any being on sale for delivery?

Well, I’ve got sod-all done other than trying to correct my mega-Whoopsiedangle up to now. I considered having an antejentacular feast of some mini-cheddars. But as I regained a semi-perpendicular position, the humungous, wobbling stomach, plopped and bounced, and nearly had me over again! So, I desisted from picking at the Branston pickled nibbles. (A smidge of will-power there, did you see that?, Haha!)

2Tue10WD 100.20.0 I made up two more black bags of rubbish, and took them along with the five from yesterday, out and to the waste chute. Another Accifauxpas, after the struggle to carry the bags and walking stick to get there, I got in the room, okay but the first bag got trapped, stuck half-way. Trying to free the bloody free, I used the walking stick to reach to encourage it to disappear down the chute. As it plopped through, a smile nearly came on my face… but Peripheral Pete decided this would be an excellent time for him to activate the right leg, into a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing routine! Frogglemoths!

WD 100.20.0 ac Not having the stick, which was still stuck down the shaft at the time. As soon as the ten-second imitation of a cross between the Waltz and the Okey-Coky stopped, I fell in a heap on the floor. Serendipitously, all the other bags were on the deck, for me to land on! And without any pain much at all! Which thinking about it, meant that Nicodemus’s Neurotramitter nerve ends, were not on-line, else I would have felt something other than just a jolt. Of course, sometimes the message does get to the brain, but later, so I’m hoping for the best, but pleased about it at the time.

Getting back on my feet was not easy, nothing in the room other than the chute-poster lid was solid enough to be of use to me. But I retrieved the stick while still on the floor, and got myself perpendicularish, and loaded the rest of the bags, one by one. I actually felt a smidge proud as I hobbled back to the flat.

Back in the apartment, I realised how long I’d been up, and still not made astart on the blog updating! So, I took the medications, I left the antisepticating, creaming and oilings until ablution time. Once I got the computer going, the gang of Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra, and Nicodemus were all kind to me, and progress was, for once, made with relative ease. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

2Tue01WD 100.20.0 Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna, and Hernia Henry were all in an opposing frame of mind with me, and the pains flowed consistently. But, that is to be expected, with last night and this morning’s physical jerks with the flood damage limitationing. But straight pain, I can handle better than most, and work with it to a limit. The nerve-ends dying and unaccountable on-off mode, and the depressions that get to me more. So, I was pleased with how things went today, on the updating. Got it emailed, and sent off to the WordPress site.

2Tue02I thought I’d try again to get an Iceland order in. Nope, but I got one in last week after seeing these similar slot graphs, so I’ll have another go later.

Send bits to Pinterest, then on the TFZer site for a good while, well over an hour.

I called Jenny on the phone, to ask if it was alright for me to take the bits up for her and Frank, and leave then outside her door and ring the bell. I got the okay. She said she would leave a note for me, to give the taxi driver in the morning, in case Stuttering Stephanie was making things awkward for me. That’s kind of her, bless her cotton socks. I think she’ll like the stuff this time, and if not, there is no one better at making sure the fodder goes to a worthy cause, so either way someone will benefit who deserves it. She will let me know what time the taxi is due in the morning.

1Mon03I made a start on this blog, better late than never. But after an hour or so, I thought I’d try Iceland again, I really would like to get some more of their own label beefburgers back in stock they are not fatty and taste delicious! This is what they look like. so you know what to look for folks. Mind you, they may not have any in stock. And…

2Tue12By, Jiminy, I got a message telling me I am in a queue! Grrreat! A couple of minutes later, and I was and giving an order. I only had 30 minutes to get it done, so could not phone Jenny to ask if she wanted anything adding, mind you, I can do that later, I think.

Blimey, they had stuff on offer, 3 for so-much, but were not allowing any more than 2 to be bought! Bleach was limited to one bottle of the one brand they had in stock. They did have some of the beefburgers in – Tadaa! But they had gone up by 85p! Still, they are worth it. I ordered a new brand of chips, called by the name of, ‘Naturally Imperfect Chips’? They can cook oven to fried, and they are so cheap at £1, I tried one on the order. They did not have any full cream milk, though, but I’m sure I can manage. The cooked meats and other stuff was one only per order as well. I didn’t order any tomatoes, the last lot from Algeria were like red ball-bearings. So, I’m hoping it all arrives for me.

2Tue13I nipped down and dropped the bag off at Jenny’s. She’s left a printer typed note for me to hand to the driver, in case Stuttering Stephanie is bothering me.

As I was coming back up,  the lower right leg started to sting, and it felt like I had worms wriggling under the skin? I took a look, and it seemed to me that the Clopidorel effect was returning again. We’ll see if the veins start bursting again. If its the spider or iliac veins, nowt to fret much over. But, it will be another story if Varicose-Veins-Victor’s bleed. Still, no need to panic, even if whatever it is, is tingling and tender at the moment.

I put tomorrows Iceland order on the Google calendar, they will be arriving twixt midday and 14:00hrs tomorrow. So, I should hopefully be back from the bank in plenty of time.

2Tue14It’s getting very late now, but I need to make some graphics for tomorrows template. I had a quick bash at the WP comments, made a brew, then got on with some graphicationalising.

As I stood up, Back-Pain-Brenda and Anne Gyna, joined moments later by Duodenal Donald in giving me some stick. As I grabbed the stick and started to hobble into the kitchen, the tingling in the right lower leg, turned to proper-pain. I don’t like to brag, but my guess looked like being right for once. The spider and iliac veins were coming through. Plenty of other ailments to guess at for this. Colin Cramps, Clopidogrel Clive, maybe Peripheral Pete.

What next? and my Doctor and Nottingham City homes don’t think I’m an at-risk old man? I’ve flooded the place and my poor neighbours below, too! I’m in agony, bleeding from various orifices and the veins… Never mind. I’ve the bonus of having Jenny keeping an eye on me and helping.2Tue15

Duodenal Donald was taking control, and I gave up thinking about CorelDrawing when Nicododemus’s nerve-ends started going on strike again. Ah, that’ll be it then. The message about the tumble earlier, must have just got through to the brain?

But not to worry, I’m not at risk. I’d better get the lesion cleaned up and medicated.

2Tue16I’m a lot betterer off than the poor mites in a 54-bed nursing home in Nottinghamshire, who have had 9 patients die from Corona-19, in the last four days! (Nottingham Post)

I’ll get something to eat then. Canned chilli con carne, haricot beans, added tomato juice and 2Tue21some Hickory.

Lemon Vienesse cakes, apple, and a can of the delicious Clementine drink. Flavour: 7/10

Yet again, sleep was reluctant to come to me. The mixed Thought Storms lasted longer than ever.

Inchcockski – Tuesday 7th April 2020: Luck? – downhill all the way!

April 07

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Tuesday 7th April 2020

Malagasy: Alatsinainy 7 April 2020

0000 April 07 Gladys

GM00301:10hrs: I awoke, unmoving I lay there, distorted, half-hanging out of the £300, c1968, rickety-recliner, and recognised that I seemed to be in an accepting, open-minded, philosophical frame of mine. There was no defeatist, wallowing in self-pity, or even a sign of depression? Mind you, I wasn’t exactly cheerful, either. I moved my humungous-bellied body into a safe position to clamber out of the recliner, I caught my balance, grabbed the wooden stick, and made my way to the wet room for a wee-wee. Which was one of the reluctant USBUYWS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Yet-Weak-Sprinkly) ones?

1Mon23WD 128.0.0 It took me so long, I needed the Porcelain Throne half-way through. And it was no mean-feat to reposition things to do that, without having an Accifauxpas! But I managed it, with the minimum soupçon of wayward sprinkling. The mystery bruise in the leg is lingering.

WD 128.0.0 The evacuation was not an easy one. Thankfully a swift effort, that was hurtful, aromatically challenged and bloody! Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking a bit too. A good clean up and a spot of medicalisationing here and there, and I was off to the kitchen! Olive-oiled the ear-holes

Got the kettle on, took the medications and took an extra pain-killer because the toothache was kicking off again. Made a brew. I noticed the moon was out and took these shots with the Sony camera, I did take others, but they didn’t come out too well.

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The last shot was taking in Nightime Panorama mode. Thus, the plane’s trail and clouds can be seen. I liked that one. Smug Mode Adopted!

2Tue24I got onto the computer. An Email from Iceland confirmed the arrival of some food this morning.

No substitutes at all. But the Shortbread Fingers, Cheese & Onion Smash, 1-litre full milk, leeks, Cheese, and Bread Thins were cancelled. But I expected things to be worse. So, well done Iceland!

I was about to make a start on the blog updating for yesterday, and I had a coughing bout like never before. But it was a short-lived event, so I don’t think it was connected to the damned Coronavirus. A bit of a sore throat is developing too.

I had a look to see if Amazon had any of the Leicester or STiltom mini-cheddars on offer fro me to buy. Ha! Packets of 5-Stilton and Leicester flavours were nearly £7 for three! A bit too steep that price, even if I do like them, but not that much! However, with the Warfarin alert wristlet breaking yesterday, I ordered another one.

2Tue12I got the post updated at last and went to get the ablutions tended to, not realising how late it was. It was a rushed half-hearted affair, no shaving, as I had to get it done before the Iceland delivery arrived. I’m glad that I did now cause the delivery man comes within minutes. He left them outside the door, sensibly!

I was getting then inside, when the two, I say Two, Phlebotomy nurses arrived. Hristina and a trainee nurse who had been transferred from another section.

WD 128.0.0 I found myself struggling to breathe correctly. Now that can be put down to Coronavirus! Worried me a bit. The ladies soon got me done and were shooting off to their next patient, in a hurray!

2Tue11WD 128.0.0 I forgot all about the delivery I’d had delivered, and I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.  Humph!

Before sorting things out, I took a moment to think through how things were going. The coughing. Breathing in a laboured fashion. The toothache getting no easier. Stuttering Stephany whenever I spoke to anyone? Headache coming on. I felt, well, I knew that Shaking Shaun was beginning to develop. A feeling forboding frequented the brain? It looks like being another busy day.

I got the Iceland delivery sorted out and the things I’d got in thanks for Jenny, were put in a bag, other than those that I needed to remember from the fridge.

I made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, then back on the computer. For about ten minutes, then the intercom buzzed again. It was the Amazon man with some of the outstanding delivery items for me. Two cartons worth!

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2Tue22WD 128.0.0 I carried the bag of nuts into the kitchen, to get them in pots with lids… and left a trail of nuts on the carpet behind me! Yes, the bag had a hole in it! Mostest agravannoying. Well, that, changed me back into the feeling sorry myself, the wingeing old fart I was yesterday, in an instant! 2Tue23Neuroticisms!

I got things sorted out, but not very willingly or pleasantly! It took all of my spare lidded storage pots to get all the nuts packed away. Still, I must ask Jenny if she’s like any. They were bought to share, after all!

I emailed Jenny. She came down to collect the treats, but I forgot to mention the cashew nuts.

Jenny Emailed back mentioning the nuts. I asked her if she fancied a pot. But she didn’t. Humph! She told me to Email her if I wanted anything adding to her Sunday delivery from Sainsbury’s. That was kind. She also gave me her telephone number that I had lost. Along with all the others, when I swapped the sim into the old phone mobile) that I now use.

I rang her and asked if she would put some items that Iceland had not got on her order. Despite my not paying her yet for the last one, she agreed. She also said I should get a taxi into Sherwood, and tell the driver to wait for me, while I get some money from the ATM, and perhaps I can do some shopping at the Co-op. Then come straight back to the flats. I think she noted a certain reluctance in my stuttering voice. She offered to arrange a taxi for me when I get over this week and all the deliveries I have to wait in for. Bless her cotton socks.

2Tue02

WD 128.0.0 There are few I’m waiting for this week. But of course, the dates keep changing. And I am getting more and more confused. Haha!

But and however, I pressed on with this post. In the knowledge that I now have some smoked bacon to eat, with bread and baked beans! Mmm!

WD 128.0.0 I realised that the Golden Volunteer and the Nottingham City Council helpers, who said they would get in touch had not done so. Just like yesterday. Best if I give up on their kind help, it’s not coming methinks. They must be up to their eyeholes-busy anyway. And with my getting an order in, and with Jenny’s help, I can manage for a while. So much for the emergency food package. They need details anyway that I can’t give. Because getting an order in for delivery, doesn’t always mature. The Morrison order I got in three weeks ago, is not due for a fortnight yet! And then, there are missing items and substitutes. A good job I’m on the ‘At-Risk register’, or I’d get no help at all. Mind you, I’m not getting any anyway, come think of it! Hahaha! 

WD 128.0.0 I got the bacon pack split, into the oven, and warmed the baked beans up. Thinking I’d try some of the Hickory in the haricots… Oh, dearie me! The inner sealer in the bottle cap came out and stuck on the bottle-top, so unthinkingly I tapped the bottle, and a third of the hickory shot into the beans before I could stop it! Ah, well! I’ll soon find out if this hickory is stronger than the last one. Hahaha!

2Tue25WD 128.0.0 Another daft idea. I thought I’d but what few mini-cheese biscuits I had left, in a pot. I opened the individual packets, and while I was pouring them in, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed! I had crumbs all over the kitchen floor to painfully clean up! Inchyangulations! Time was lost, and the bacon was ready!

  I turned down the oven heat and got the pot filled. I put some of the medications on top of it, intending to add the others later, and got the meal served up.

WD 128.0.0 I tried some of the beans while getting them in the dish. I can assure you, this ‘Stubbs’ brand of hickory, is no stronger than the other one. Despite my accidentally pouring about a pound’s worth; a third of a bottle of the cat-wazz sauce, I could barely taste it! Grumpworthinesses! I washed the Hickory-sticky covered saucepan straight after emptying it.

2Tue26WD 128.0.0 That really put the mockers on the meal! The Iceland brand so-called smoked back bacon was so chewy, bland, watery and tasteless. What I thought was going to be a right-good-treat of a meal, was insipid and disappointing! So very Agravannoying! It looked super as well! Humph!

WD 128.0.0 I took the tray and things to the kitchen, thinking I might get the handwashing done. But No! Which pillock had left the hot water tap running to get cold? I good job I washed the saucepan earlier! Schlub!

Another bad end-of-day for me. I should have known, with my waking up in such… well, an almost contented mood! No promised calls or contact from the Golden Volunteers or the Nottingham City Council about any help. Nicodemus’s timings do deactivate the nerve ends were all timed to cause me grief and bother. A continual string of information advice and details ensured I spent the day confused. I’m not coping very well. Thank heavens for Jenny’s input.

A highly-strung, frustrated and dithering Inchcock settled in his recliner, but an old DVD on, ‘Taken’ to watch. The thought storms tool over the brain. The unwatched film came to an end, and the storming was still there. Sleep was out of the question for hours. Well after the mind had settled, and went into a sort of vaguing session.

Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit! I certainly ain’t! Grobblecurses!

Inchcockum – Friday 27th March 2020: Glum day!

2020 Mar 27

2020 tttMar27

Friday 27th March 2020

Indonesian: Jumat 27 Maret 2020

000 Mar 27

GM GYWD 0.30.0B 01:35hrs: By, Jiminee, was I shaking when I woke up? Yes, I was! Not shivering. Just like like Johnny Kidd & the Pirates in 1960, I was certainly, ♫ Shaking all over ♫. Not half! Only this was a version played by “Inchcock & the Ailments!” Hahaha! The only thing not shaking was the right leg. The knee yes, but that is part of the Peripheral Neuropathy and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying. And I dropped the walking stick when I picked it up, Nicodemus’s work again! Nowt to be done about that. Shaking Shoulder-Shirley was busily bashing away at the right scapula and joint. Shaker-Shaun was encouraging the head and neck to jolt about occasionally, too.

Saccades-Sandra had the eyes struggling to focus. Trotsky Terence was already building up the borborygmus in preparation no doubt, for some more rather violent fluffer-doodles and eructations, ready for a rush to Porcelain Throne.

But on the bright side, there were no signs of any sudden involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dancing… I’m not sure why I said that, cause there is never any warning. I’m losing it early today, ain’t I? These right-leg dances can be dangerous, I’ve had a couple of trips to the hospital this year.

 Mind you, no good going now, is it? Coronavirus and all that. No point in pressing the alarm wristlet now, if it does kick-off, and has me on the floor. I’m not cheering myself up at all! Haha!

When I had got to my feet, the rumbling and grumbling from the innards indicated a quick move towards the wet room would be an expedient move!

4Thu08Considering how I was rushing so as not to get caught out again at the Throne when I spotted the missing box of the Korean seaweed crispies, delivered last night. (They are still there now, I forgot all about them, being hidden behind the chairs, Tsk!)

WD 0.30.0B I considered myself to be a little under the weather with the dizzies etc., but realised after the Throne session, the dizzies weren’t too bad after all!

WD 0.30.0B Gawd, as soon as the ascending colon had rid itself of the material, I was double-up with lower abdomen pains! In a minute or so, they transmuted to just aching nagging surging pains that were well-bearable, though?

WD 0.30.0B Then the cleaning up and medicating of Harolds bleeding haemorrhoids had to be done, during which it became obvious that Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking a little too!  had to be tended to as well. That was painful!

WD 0.30.0bA Getting the new PPs from the bag, a surge from Dizzy Dennis had me fall towards the wall, I ended up knocking some things off of the floor cabinets. Unfortunately, a glass bottle of the antacid medicine was one of the things that went over…and landed on the foot and toe that I stubbed yesterday! 

Lie01b 0.51.0 Of course, it didn’t bother me in the slightest! I dried the tears, swore a little, and went the kitchen, to take the morning medications with an extra pain-killer, well two, actually!

WDP 11fLWD 0.30.0bA The farcical filling of the kettle was caused by Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, luckily it was cold water that I ended up spilling over myself and the floor. I got the kettle on the boil, took the medications, made the brew, and took a quiet moment for contemplation.

Should I bother about anything today? It’s been such a crappy start already. If owt else goes wrong, can I cope? As I was pondering, I got the ready-made ear-olive-oil and was putting some in…

WD 0.30.0bA The top came off of the tiny plastic bottle! Oil, then ran down my body, jammie bottoms and I don’t quite know-how, but some ended up on the floor…

WDP11LWD 0.30.0bA And I did a whoopsie on it! I managed to stop myself going over, though, but now I have a ricked back to go with all the other ailments to contend with! And a floor to yet again clean! Which set of Back-Pain Brenda and Anne Gyna having a go at me! I’ve always tried to do good and what is morally right, but that doesn’t seem to have me very far!

Lie01b 0.51.0 I didn’t feel sorry for myself, though… Well, yes I did! How can so many things happen all at once? I mean, I know I have not been one of the luckiest people all my life, fair enough, so naturally, I can cope with more than others with pain and botherwise; but my limit is being reached!

Then I started to feel guilty for thinking this way. The past few weeks have seen some wonderful help given me from people.

  • The Health centre receptionist, offering to fetch me a toilet roll.
  • Jenny leaving me a bag of fodder, then adding some things for me to her Iceland order!
  • Angela Gould ringing and sending me a pint of milk!
  • The lady at Sainsbury’s last week, just two small packs of toilet rolls left on the shelves, and I couldn’t reach for one, too high. The woman asked if I wanted one, and got them down and handed me one! Not many shoppers would do that nowadays!

Thank you all!

It was almost as if I had shamed the ailments! Well, apart from Dizzy Dennis, Anne Gyna, Saccades Sandra, Trotsky Terence and Shaking Shaun, I was getting some relief from the others. Then I had to return to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy, bloody performance. But I did feel better in myself for a while.

I got on with u[dating the Thursday post, not a lot to do, few photos and Shaking-Should-Shirley was easing off more, so it didn’t take too long. Just as well, the time was flashing by.

5Fri09I got the vegetables in the crockpot, seasoned, gravied (put some hickory in it), and cooking on a low setting.

Then I went on the Pinterest with some snaps, twenty-minutes max. On the WordPress Reader, an hour or so. Then the TFZer Facebooking, I got carried away there, three hours at least! After which, I had to do some page top graphics for tomorrow’s blog.

Oh, dearie me, off to the Porcelain Throne again, Trotsky Terence is busy this morning – come think of, it’s afternoon already!

Then made a start on this post.

5Fri08I tried to get an order on Morrison.s and Iceland again, but no luck.

Back to CorelDrawing.

Shirley and Shaun kicked off again, and I gave up on the computing all together and got an early nosh prepared, but made a few messes along the way with all the shaking.

WD 0.30.0B On another Porcelain visit, same again, but less product this time. I sat there, pondering over my condition. Just the shaking and dizzies that were bothering today, but they were both persistent in unsettling and discountenancing me! They were very good at it, too. Tsk!

5Fri10I got the vegetable stew sorted out, and despite my ailments, I enjoyed it a lot. Talking of lot, there was a lot of it as well, but I ate it all!

Spot-on with the seasoning this time. A flavour-rating of 8/10 given.

WDP 11fL Getting the washing up done afterwards was so frustrating! I reckon I dropped or spilt more things than I didn’t!

A smidge of despondency dawned, as the fatigue crept in. I turned on the telly, but nothing was sinking in, a vast vagueness overcame me. As if I’d gone into a sort of turn-off mode? Even the regular Thought Storms didn’t bother me, for interest in anything was at a premium… that was until I had to get up and visit the Throne, yet again!

At least this session was not so messy and bloody.

I washed and got settled back in the recliner, and waited on automatic pilot for sleep to come…

Inchcock Today – Wonderful Wed 22 Jan 2020: Griping, verbal-sniping, insults, chinwags, put-downs, argle-bargle, the world put to rights! Yee-Haa!

2020 Jan 22

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Wednesday 22nd January 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 22ain Ionawr 2020

XJan22

WDP 2019B0122:25hrs: I stirred, in somewhat of a bit of a puddled state. I thought I had only been asleep for a few minutes, I got the spectacles on and found I’d kipped for about four hours or so. I withdrew my excessively overweight, lardy-stomached body from the £300, grotty, second-hand, c1968 recliner.

WD 0.0.0 (1a) I grabbed the walking stick, and within three paces on my journey to the Porcelain Throne, I stubbed my toe on the hearth of the electric fire! As I was busy absorbing the pain and trying not to swear out loud,  the ‘Hum’ became more and more noticeable and loud! Grangle-Grumps and Hoggledruids! That put an end to my plan to get my head back down after the evacuation, I was physically more awake now, at least! Haha!

I got to the wet room Throne in time, barely in time again, thanks to the altercation twixt my toe and the furniture! The releasing was less painful, less messy, and quicker than recently. But a considerable amount of bleeding? Why the difference almost every time I visit, I don’t understand. It doesn’t take much to obnubilate my brain nowadays.

3Wed04WD 0.0.0 (1) I put the kettle on and moved the handwashing to above the heater. Then I realised I’d not taken the evening medications. So I did.

I had a look, out through the light & view-blocking, unwanted thick-framed new kitchen windows, and the fog was about. I took a photo, sticking my camera attached to my hand by loop, out and blindly had to take this photo, of the Chestnut Walk car park below. I say blindly; because the new window’s poorly painted black ledges stick out so far. That it is 3Wed01a physical impossibility for someone of my plump stature, lack-of-height, physical limitations, ailments and old age, and I cannot get to see out and down, through these hideously-designed windows, like the old ones that we were happy with. That was before the two-year plus, two-million pound plus modernisation. That has left me with dangerous electrical sockets. Ruined carpets. New storage heaters Einstein would not understand how to use! That crumbling new balcony that the glass fogs up to block the view, windows in it that need a masters degree, the strength of Goliath and a first-aid-box at the ready before I dare try to open them! Hello, I wandered of the subject again. Sorry!

Where was I? Oh yes, gorrit now! I made the brew and took the medications and got on with updating the Tuesday diary. Which with my being stuck indoors again all day, few photographs were taken or needed. So I got it completed fairly quickly.

I got some mushrooms and new potatoes into the slow-cooker, added some .balsamic vinegar to it. No real plans on what I was going to have to eat later on, but it had to involve mushrooms and potatoes, now. Har-har!

WD 0.0.0 (1) The EQ butted in as I got the blog finished, and I was feeling rather pleased with myself! Just a simple warning; “Something is going to go wrong, you’ve been lucky so far. Try to accept it as a natural part of your existence – it has to happen to stem any chance of Inchcock feeling any contentment! And you know how nervous that makes you feel!” A bit precise there, Humph!

The ridiculously loud ‘Hum’ was growing more emphatic than ever! It might be the end of the world coming. I didn’t think I would live long enough to see this. Not that it matters much to me, I’ve not been very successful at living anyway. Never got the hang of it, I suppose.

WDP 001 LaWD 0.0.0 (1) I was on CorelDraw, uploading the photo I’d taken, and the computer screen flickered, and the Dreaded Blue Screen came on with the message: Your computer has met a problem. We will record this and restart when the details are accrued. I fumbled to get the camera to photo the screen, found that the SD card was still in the reader, got it in the camera, switched on… as the computer started to reset.

WDP 13cLWD 0.0.0 (1) I opened things on the computer and found that I’d lost the CorelDrawings, the blog and Word notes I’d done! Crying was an option that I considered, as was smashing up the computer and suicide. But I settled for some silent, although I have to admit, hellaciously-vicious, heinous cursing! But I still wanted to cry! The EQ was right again.

I had to get some graphics done again, I had none ready in advance at all now! I was in a right furciferous mood now, and almost instantly, Duodenal Donald kicked-off, and it was most uncomfortable. I know the Peptic crap medicine is not much use, but I took a good few gulps and a Ramipril and Lansoprazole in the hopes of calming the innards down. For what good it did, I might as well have phoned for the Bank Manager to help!

So, fed-up, in pain, being driven mad by the dastardly-annoying ever louder, ‘Hum’, and in a right pee’d-off mood, I began working again on CorelDraw (Fingers-crossed!) But things went wrong, and CorelDraw was playing me up. So, I abandoned the computer, resisting the temptation to drop it down the waste-chute, and went to get the ablutionalisationing sorted.

I took a couple of photos from the kitchen window first.

2Tue30

While performing the ablutions, Duodenal Donald, suddenly departed? Most pleasing, but surprising. The session went very well, indeed. No toe-stubbings, no Sock-Glide injuries, only one shaving cut, and the dropsies were only about five in number!

4Thu06WD 0.0.0 (1) After getting freshened and medicated afterwards, I had a few incidents. I dropped the fresh-air spray can twice, the Germoloid and Savlon tubes, the body spray, and Saccades-Sandra drops! The only one that really wrangled me was when I was struggling to get the trousers on, Shaking Shaun visited me at just the wrong moment! I lost balance and fell towards the floor cupboards.

WD 0.0.0 (1) Then I had to retrieve; the toilet rolls, the Corticosteroid and Daktacort tubes, the Olive-oil and Eye drop bottles, and a load of PP’s, which I had stacked neatly in the corner, thinking they would be safe and handy to get at, from where they’d fallen on the floor! I have little confidence in the way I had got them re-stacked. Grungle-Grumps!

Hey-ho! Things could be worserer. At least I am pleased to be getting out and about, even if it is only to see the Bank Manager!

Made up the black bags to take to the chute on the way out, and got some potatoes in the crock-pot. Then, I got dressed up nice and warmly. I could see it was wet and cold outside, but the fog had lifted.

I set off, to the chute, then down in the elevator. Along the link-passage to Winwood Court lobby, and bravely knocked on the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) Holding Cell, Interrogation Room and Office door! (Haha!) Sheena was in on her own, I handed out the Easter pressie treats for all three, chatted at least 12 words between us, and set off for the bus stop through the Windwood Court Social room.

WDPT02LMeeting up with Jenny ♥ and Frank, Doris, Margaret, Christine, Betty, Penny, Welsh William (who ignored me in his usual casual, but expert fashion), and some other Winwoodonians. We moved out to the bus stop, and much laughter, accusations, griping, verbal-sniping, insults, gossiping, put-downs, argle-bargle, and putting the world to rights was done and I enjoyed hearing it all. By gum, some days like today, it is a pleasure and honour to listen to the gang when they are in full verbalistical flow. I love it!

On the bus, the nit-picking continued for the few stops down Winchester Street, where most of us alighted the bus. I got off last as is usual. To avoid catching anyone with my trolley and or, being shoulder charged or trod on. Hahaha! I had a natter with Jen and Frank as I waited for the lights to change, then crossed over to the bank and entered.

WD 0.0.0 (1) Only one cashier on duty and a fair-sized queue to join. But it didn’t matter to me, I was in no rush, I had an hour before the bus to go back up the hill was due. Then the full force of Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis came! With a peripheral neuropathic inspired, involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance from the right leg was performed! I did feel a fool, right in front of many customers, the CCTV camera as well!

WD 0.0.0 (1) Luckily, there was a long wait in which I regained some control of the limbs, all bar the right arm and shoulder anyway. They were twitching away for ages, even when I got served.

WDP 1RWD 0.0.0 (1) Then the stuttering starting! The lady was short on sympathy and empathy. She got a little vexed and irked with me, I think. But she was under pressure being the only one on the counter. The line of customers was ever increasing as I struggled to get my messages across to her. Then a slightly harassed looking lady opened the till next to the one I was on and started to serve people. I didn’t actually look directly at her, but then I didn’t need to. I and my EQ sensed the daggers!

Very slowly, Shaun and Dennis began to ease off, although Dizzy Dennis stayed with me for a while longer. Eventually, Stuttering-Stephany departed as well. I handed in the cheque. Asked for some money, and explained why I needed to see the Manager, to clear up my confusion and sort out why the interest had been cancelled.

WDP 1LWD 0.0.0 (1) However, the Manager was not available today, I could make an appointment. I agreed, hoping and praying that it would be on a good day for me healthwise. So, I agreed. One was made for 10:00hrs on Wednesday 29th January. Hope I’m still alive then. Hehehe! When the stuttering stopped, the lady began to change her firm stance and obvious 3Wed14annoyance at me. She gave me a card and stapled the time and date to it. Telling me that if I can’t get at that time, I’ve to ring ASAP the number on the card and inform them. I thanked her.

As I departed, the dividing plastic protection glass, seemed to mist up a bit? I assume it was her exhalation of air, her massive sigh of relief, at getting rid of me! Haha!

I got out of the bank onto Mansfield Road. Still not feeling right, a smidge unbalanced, and stood a minute or two leaning up against the wall, and took a photo of up, then down, of Sherwood’s, Mansfield Road.

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3Wed05I then spotted the piece of Nottinghamnian Street Art, beneath the cashpoint (ATM). Possibly an Alcoholic inspired display of an overrated takeaway meal? Tsk!

By then, I was free of bother from Saccades-Sandra, Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis, Stuttering Stephany, Reflux Roger, Back-Pain Brenda, and Peripheral-Neuropathic-Pete! Dizzy Dennis was lingering a bit, but far less severe. I do hate it when I get a visit from Stuttering Stephany, and always, well mostly, when I am talking to someone unknown to me? Thank heavens these episodes are a rarely suffered.

I hobbled up the hill, knowing if I did go into a shop, I might miss the bus! But the craving for the Puff Pasty Fingers was too intense for me to resist them. So, I popped into the Az Local Sherwood shop. As I went in, my old mate Big John (Wayne), appeared on the pavement. It CydMargBJwas nice to see him after so long. The girls at the flats have certainly missed him. This photo was taken a few years ago. In the temporary social and wardens cabin. Happy times, but it makes me realise how much I missed seeing Jenny and Cyndy every week. Hehe! We don’t go to the new Thursday social now. I wandered off the subject a bit there! John said he’d call on me later on. But he said that fourteen months ago when I met him in Carrington. It doesn’t matter though, he’s a popular and busy bloke, who’s helped me out so many times in the past.

3Wed08I popped into the shop, with the help again of Big John, who held the door open for me to get the three-wheeled walker-guide through the narrow doorway, bless him.

I didn’t have the time to nosey around, I made for the Puff Pastry Fingers shelves and was glad to find some in stock, I got two packets. Then I grabbed a pack of tomatoes as I made to the checkout counter to pay Az. Who actually greeted me when I hobbled into the shop. Made me jump, him talking! Haha!

3Wed11Out and made my way up to the bus stop, across the pelican lights to the top of the hill. I have to say; I was in much better condition by then. The only ailment still giving me bother Dizzy Dennis, but, nowhere near as bad as earlier, hardly bothering me really, but the fact that he was still there, boded poorly for the evening. He is usually in the face or no there at all; he doesn’t often hang on like this. But hey-ho, I can cope with it if he doesn’t start spinning me. Like Prince Andrew, No sweat! Humorous, biting sarcasm sneaked in there! Hahaha!

It helped cheer me up when I got to the shelter. Jenny, Angela, Roy,  and Frank joined me, and the sarcasm’s, telling Inchcock off’s and laughter began! Meeting them, reminded me of how much I miss the old Hut Social Hour. And Roy was looking so much better today, I have been a tad concerned after his fall last week, on Mansfield Road. He’s a fighter and bouncer-backer, without a doubt! Good for him, and Angie! As are Jenny and Frank too. And me. We all are! Har-har!

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The bus arrived, and we were soon back at Windwood Heights. I got off last again, and with light, a not loaded trolley, I had no trouble getting off the bus. I did have a job catching up with Angela and Roy. Angela with her new three-wheeler-trolley guide, had mastered it already, as they eventually waited for me to catch up with them at the foyer. That was nice of them! They had a sit-down in the Winwood lobby settee. I didn’t want to have Arthur Itis having another go at the knees by bending to sit again after the bus trip, so said my farewells and carried on to Woodthorpe Court.

3Wed12 (2)I got in the apartment and tried to concentrate the mind on what needed doing. The first thing was, I got the computer on and added the Banks appointment to the calendar. No excuse to miss it now!

It dawned on me, how the calls to the WC had been so scarce today? Mmm!

I pondered with great assiduity and much ditherisationing on what to eat as sustenance to help keep my magnificently honed body and mentally-alert brain in good condition. (Alright, that’s enough laughing! Hehehehehe!) After deep thought, I opted to have the braised steak in gravy (boil in the bag type) for my din-dins. Then I can put the mushrooms, potatoes and garden peas in. And, maybe have a dip of bread in the gravy? Dad used to do that… when we could afford meat or gravy. A rare treat!

WDP 2019a2WD 0.0.0 (1) I got the photographs onto the computer and kept nipping into the kitchen to check the pan of mushrooms and potatoes, the pan of peas and the pan of water with the beef in didn’t overflow. Of course, it did, several times! I can’t remember ever having a meal using three saucepans and nowt else? I had to clean up almost every time I went to check the fodder!

3Wed15What an ambrosial feast!

Rich onion grave, beef, mushrooms, garden peas, new potatoes, two slices of bread, a strawberry trifle for afters, and no need for wee-weeing during eating. Flavoursome in the extreme! Add to this, the ailments, (well Dizzy Dennis was lingering, but not badly, I just hope he hasn’t taken up permanent residence!), and the ‘Hum’ dying down – and the contented well-filled stomach… I felt great! (Of course, I knew it couldn’t and wouldn’t last, but made the best of it!) 

4Thu08I stayed in the chair, wallowing in a sort of satisfied, happy stomached self-contentedness for ages, then forced myself to go and get the pots washed.

It’s surprising how sharp them cheapo Wilko forks are, innit!  Tsk!

Another rotten night in which I woke-up frequently and in a disoriented state of mind. This I put down to either the wonderfully luxurious meal I enjoyed, or, and more likely; the brain not being used to coping with my having a decent day!

TTFNski!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 15th January 2020: Medications arrived – five days late!

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Wednesday 15th January 2020

Swahili: Jumatano Tarehe 15 Januari 2020

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WDPH01L423:40hrs: After failing to get back to sleep in hopes of returning to a fantastic dream I was having, I gave up trying to get any meaningful sleep in. I kick-started the stubbornly reluctant brain into a semi-working state and thought-through the upcoming day’s conditions, needs, prospects, and fears. The stomach pains were still with me, but nowhere near as bad as they were last night. The strange stabbing pains in the right knee will be tested when I escape the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner.

WD 0.0.135 The serious stuff needed sorting, as best I could anyway. I wrote down these reminders as they came to mind on the pad where last night, I had scribbled notes about the dream, cause I saw the funny side of things for the first time for ages;

  • The talk with the Bank Manager. Today’s Prospects of achieving: 0%
  • Will the prescriptions that Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA arrive this Wednesday; after they have left me with no medications for four days now, in a panic! Today’s Prospects of achieving: 40%
  • Will the peripheral neuropathy right knee’s new pains probably caused by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA failure to deliver my prescriptions that forced me to take some older out of date tablets, let me walk this morning? I’ll find out in a few minutes. Today’s Prospects of achieving: 15%
  • Will the newly formed stomach pains, probably caused by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA failure to deliver my prescriptions that forced me to take some older out of date tablets, be as bad again? Today’s Prospects of much agony: 100%
  • Might I manage a Porcelain Throne evacuation today, that will be painless and bloodless? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 45%.
  • Can this day be a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance-free one? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 50% 
  • Will any toe-stubbings take place? Prospects of achieving: 90%.
  • Is there any chance of having a Dizzy Dennis-free day? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 0%.
  • Will I get to see the Doctor at last today? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 10%. The 10-percent is just in case the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, do make the delivery of my medications (Miracles I can still hope for!), albeit four days late! Swine! Not that it matters if the kneecap will not let me walk anyway. Pissed-off? Me?
  • I must catch-up on the handwashing. Today’s Prospects of achieving: 60%
  • Will the dreaded ‘Hum’ all around the flat give me rest today? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 0%.
  • Free-myself of insanity, despair, worry, or fear? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 0%

Well, writing this cheered me up.

WDP 13dLThe bête noire of removing my bloated, blubbery, bulky, beetling-bellied body from the recliner, was done with a certain amount of nervousness and tension, as I rose to my feet, to test out the knee-cap. I grabbed the walking stick, and gingerly took a few paces… Ah, obviously, Arthur Itis is going to give me some pain, but it was not too bad at all! Off to the kitchen, I hobbled, with a Smug-Mode developing. Haha!

WD 0.0.135 Shaking Shaun, along with Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald toyed with me, as I made a brew and sorted through the medical drawers in search of old tablets I could use. I managed to find two out-of-date, mind. A Ramipril (Hy3Wed05pertension Herbert),  and a loose yellow capsule, I think was a Lansoprazole (Duodenal Donald). No Codeine 30g, Bisoprolol (Betablocker-Ticker), Atorvastatin (Liver), Furosemide (Water retention) or Ranitidine (Reflux Roger) left to use. I do hope they arrive today!

3Wed04I gave the Arthritic knees a good rubbing in of Fenbid Forte gel. They looked well filled with fluid and were not their usual pale colouring. The sesamoid bone area looked a bit inflamed, well, a lot actually? But that might be because I’d just dolloped on, and rubbed in the pain gel?

I took a couple of snaps of them. I managed with a little contortionalistical manoeuvering, to use the left hand to operate the camera, and they came out okay. The spider veins are looking artistic as well, rather Picasso style? Hehehe!

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I wonder if an art gallery might buy one? Or medical training faculty might be interested in using them? (Help yourself!) Maybe I could send one to the people who may have caused this problem for me in the first place, by not delivering my prescriptions on time, four days late already; Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA! Grrr!

Even if they should thaumaturgically turn up with my life-saving medications today, and of course that in itself is not guaranteed, after all, they are not even a week late with them yet, I will forever hold it against them for the suffering they have made me go through! The ticker is going like the clappers at this moment and giving a dull pain. If I 3Wed012acroak-out before the beta-blocker tablets get here, I, like Harry Houdini, the Hungarian-born American illusionist and stunt performer, would love to come back and get my revenge! Mind you, he failed! Hahaha!

Enough of this Tom Foolery!

WD 0.0.135 The ‘Hum’ was getting even louder again, now! The chest pains more severe and, a tightness with it.

I pressed and got the Tuesday post finish and done with. It took a long time because I kept wandering back to the chemist fiasco each time the ticker ached, knees hurt, or I had to take great gulps of air. Thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, not supplying my medications and painkillers!

Went on the Pinterest then WordPress Reader. I tried again to use the Porcelain Throne, but no movement.

Got some bikkies, made a brew, and went on UT.

3Wed07I got the handwashing seen to, done, wrung and hung. Only a long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of socks.

WD 0.0.135A WD 0.0.135A WD 0.0.135A When I was wringing out one of the socks, the stroke-sides arm neurotransmitter failed, and the hosiery slipped from my fingers. I shot down to try and catch it, missed it, picked it up, and, I’m afraid that I clouted the back of my head, and got the dizzies at the same time… grabbed for the stick and belted my elbow on the edge of the draining board and dropped the stick!  It made me blink!

Quite a feat really, three-in-one, even for me! Snicker!

Then, I went to get the ablutionisationing done. And things went almost accident-free! The Porcelain Throne was utilised first to try and push the overdue evacuation that just has to be building up in the innards, and hey presto, a ton-and-a-half removal! Hahaha! Well, it felt like it! No bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids either! (Is my luck changing, getting better? [Don’t ask stupid questions Inchcock])

No cuts shaving or doing the teggies. Fair enough, a few dropsies, toothbrush (2), the can of foam, the carbolic soap, and razors (3), but this is par for the course and not excessive by any means.

All in all, the actual washing was all done safely. Although it helped the injury free period, by my not using the infamous finger-chewing sock-glide. With staying in, well being forced to stay in by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, just because they may, might and possibly could be going to call today with the prescriptions… although they have lied before! So, I didn’t put any socks on.

The Corticosteroid, Hydrocortisone, Savlon, Anusol, Clobetasone Butyrate, Fenbid-Forte, and Varesil creams, lotions, gels and potions were applied to the many ailing parts of my decaying overweight flabby body. The ear canals were olive-oiled, the eye-wash used, and then I’d got the full medicationalisticalisationing process completed. The eau-de-toilette WDP 02lband Brute sprinkled about.

WD 0.0.135A Moving the shower chair and glide back into the wet room afterwards, I got them where I wanted them, and turning around, I gave myself a toe-stubbing, of singularly acute quality, pain-wise! Argh! All dressed and got the black bags taken to the waste chute and back before 09:00hrs. Just so as not to miss, although it may prove fictitious yet, the arrival of the medications? Now the waiting game… Will Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA arrived as promised? Will it be early or 22:00hrs? Will they have everything on the prescription? Will I still be alive when they get here? Who knows?

I went on the TFZer Facebooking page for a while. But it became several hours as I wallowed in enjoyable communicationalisationing with the TFZers.

It got even betterer in between. Gaynor ♥ sent me a message asking how I was going with the medicationalistic problem, supplied to me so kindly by the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA not delivering the monthly prescriptions. She patiently asked for details and offered to call the chemist for me, to make sure when they would be delivered for me. I gave her the wrong number, and she had to message back to get the right telephone digits. Then later, she contacted me to tell me that the offending Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, had told her they ‘should’ be delivered, twixt 15>16:00hrs. That was kind and sweet of her to help[ me out! ♥

Then it was time to get some graphics started on CorelDraw. (After making another brew of tea, of course). Not long now to get anything done graphically speaking, but I’ll do my damndest!

The blokes doing the drilling on the fire sprinklers and the oh, so loud ‘Hum’ are competing to see which annoy me most!

The intercom flashed, and a young lady from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, was admitted.

The poor gal looked terribly guilt-ridden as she handed over a parcel of prescription medications. I forced as pleasant as I could manage ‘Thank You’ and she was off like a bolt of lightning. The delay that left me medication-less was not her fault I imagine.

 So, it was now an hour beyond my usual head-down time. The ticker was racing away. I felt tired and confused, and Dizzy Dennis has just kicked-off!

WD 0.0.135 I think I went into one of my ‘No-idea-what’s-happening-nor-care’ modes. I really do hate these! Moments, minute or hours are lost to the memory at times, with me not having the foggiest idea of what had taken place. Fortunately, it only lasted, I think anyway, for half-an-hour or so. No idea what I was doing.

3Wed15I got the pan of baked beans and added some of the tikka things to it. No, chicken satay, I pulled them off the sticks and added them to the beans.

I enjoyed this quick, simple meal. Flavour rated at 6.5/10.

Got the pots in the bowl to soak, and got my head down.

I assumed, well believed, there was some valid reason for my only taking the Warfarin tablets and not anything else? I’m sure it made sense at the time.

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Friday 4th October 2019: Some frabjous moments today!

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Friday 4th October 2019

Filipino: Biyernes Ika-4 ng Oktubre 2019

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WD 0.0.255 2 01:10hrs: I needed a wee-wee on waking up, after a night of not-a-lot of kipping. Mainly down to the Colin Cramps agony, and the repeated needs of the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) throughout the flaming night! The Cramps were the worsed I have ever experienced. Fingers, feet, knees and legs, hands, etc. were all affected, and nastily! I missed taking the Magnesium tablet last night, that might have been the reason for Colin Cramps visitations? As for the wee-weeing, that continued for hours, repeatedly. Everyone was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. I’ve probably got an infection again. Back to the diary proper after that little moan. Sorry.

5Fri004WD 0.0.255 2 As I attempted to move the limbs, the Cramps returned with a viciousness. I’m sure that it bent the leg at one stage! I applied some more of the ineffective Fenbid-Forty pain gel. I think I must have used ¾ of the last tube overnight.

I got myself out of the Xyrophobia-suffering, zillionaire Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, £300, c1968, second-hand, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty recliner. I grabbed the stick and went off to the kitchen to take the medications with extra pain-killers and take the belated Magnesium tablet. I had to, yet again, visiting the GPEB en route for the umpteenth BOBSL wee-wee!

WD 0.0.255 2 I got the kettle on and moved the handwashing from last night to the airer. Made the tea and took the medications, and had to answer the summoning from the innards for the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was plentiful, but once more, of a typical Diarrhorea Donald style, messy!

(I shall not mention the wee-wees again for a bit, but they seemed to be coming around every fifteen minutes, and all of the same GPEB mode.) Which is worrying, as they come on rather urgently! I had hoped to get out today for a stiff hobble. If things don’t change, this will be too risky. I’ll just put a (WW) in the text.

I made a start on updating yesterdays blog. Despite all the water leakages, I still had a hell of a thirst on me, and kept making brews all the time?

WDPright04WD 0.0.255 2 On one such trip to the kitchen, I had a Whoopsie and serendipitous luck at the same time. I’ll explain: I was taking the freshly washed and dried mug from the sink to the counter near the kettle – the leg burst into one of its imitations of a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and I dropped the cup, which then (bear in mind it is a delicate China mug), hit the server tray shelf, and I ditched the walking stick in a forlorn effort to catch the receptacle, but was far too slow – and it bounced off of the tray, and landed straight in the waste bin, without touching the sides, which was full of screwed up kitchen towels from my drying off the draining board earlier. UNDAMAGED!

WDPright04So, on the bright side, it was empty when I lost it, and somehow it didn’t get broken or even chipped as it bounced off the plastic tray and landed, almost gently, in the bin! Fair enough, I did stub the same poor-old toe again against the metal leg of the server, but with the nerve-ends playing up at that instant, I hardly felt a thing!  (WW)

WDPright04That cheered me up a bit, and with all the people I met yesterday still in mind, Jenny, Joyce, the nurse, the window cleaner and partner, I perked up. I thought well if I can’t go out because of the risk of any leaks, it doesn’t matter, I’ll get caught up on the graphicalisationing.

wdp02LeftWD 0.0.255 2 Then as I returned to the diary work, the innards suddenly brast into a rumbling, grumbling with sharp stabbing pains! I should have known something like this would happen, it usually does. My good-luck standard is cataclysmal, ill-omened, or anathematised, but I’ve got used to it now. Haha! I anticipate another visit to the Porcelain Throne will be needed shortly. (WW)

I went on the WordPress Reader for a perusal. Some great stuff on it!

Back to the updating of the Thursday blog. Got it all finished off, then went on TFZer Facebooking. 

Made a start of this post. Got myself in a mess, when the finger-ends began to lose their sense of touch. (Exasperated sigh released!)

(WW) I made yet another mug of tea and had some biscuits with it.

WD 0.0.255 2 Ablutions needed, if I am to go out? The shaving produced just one tiny cut. The dropsies were rampant today: The soap (2). The flannel (2). The razor (3). The socks (4) The mouth-wash bottle. The toothpaste, the toothbrush, the drain-unblocker, the shower-head, the sock-glide and the kitchen towel roll! I had to get a move on, that may have been the reason for the multitudinous dropping of things? Too late to sort and take the black bags, as I did not want to miss the bus up to Mapperley Top.

5Fri23Got things ready, and out and down the lift and walked through the link passages to Winthorpe Court.

In the expansive social room, I managed a natter with a couple of residents for a minute. Then moved outside to the bus stop. What a gang of Winwood 5Fri006Heights tenants were there too! I enjoyed listening to their insults, put-downs, moans, laughs and general gossiping. Hehe!

The Nottingham bound bus came in behind the Bestwood L9. Most of the gang got on the first bus, I mounted the Nottingham bus, with a few of our clan. Malcolm and I got off about three 5Fri007bus stops or so later, at the Sherwood Rise – Woodborough Road junction.

I made my way to the Aldi store. It was busy, but nobody ran into me with there trolleys, or shoved and barged me out of the way, or trod on my foot like they did last week! Tsk!

Accifauxpas GCWD 0.0.255 2 I dropped some things as I went round, as the fingertips went all nerve-unresponsive on me – luckily no glass jars or bottles, though. I got to the checkout and bought: Homestyle frozen chips. Citrus scented room spray. Some mini-BBQ flavoured pork pies. Vine tomatoes. Brunswick German smoked ham (two packs). “2×2 Sourdough baguettes, and two tins of garden peas. It was enough to force me to faffle-about at the checkout, getting the stuff in the bags. The young lady on the checkout was patient enough with me, the bloke in the queue behind me was not so understanding. Humph!

I paid, and moved away, to sort out the bags, heavy stuff in the wheeler, others in the carrier bag. When I got outside, the rain had stopped altogether.

I took a careful, steady hobble along Woodborough Road. Walking in a dream world and feeling so placid and calm, it concerned me. No worries, fretting or fears. I even stopped at the Haunted Museum, to take photos of its frontage. They had fitted some real-flame-looking old lanterns outside. The opening hours prevent me from visiting, cause I’d like to have done, but the 11:00hrs start is a little late for me. I’d probably fall asleep while going around the museum! Haha!

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4Thu12I later found this 1929 photo of the Grand Opening event for the original building, The Majestic Cinema!

I turned down the Mapperley Rise hill. Always a risk with this trolley, especially on the uneven pavements. Not only is it so steep, but today, there were many obstacles to overcome to get down to the flats. Oy Vey!

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You can see how serrated, uneven, and prerupt the hill’s pavement is. I had a couple of occasions when I thought I might lose control of the three-wheeler. But with skill, efficiency, and pot-luck, I kept it perpendicularish. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

5Fri15As I got onto level ground, I began to sing to myself, the mind went into Inductive-Reasoning mode for a while, as I pondered, but not for long, on the Brexit situation. Then, the mind reverted to its usual sort of blankness and state of voidness.

As I neared the people-less Winwood Heights flats, I decided to go up on Winwood Court’s roof to take some pictures.

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5Fri23I enjoyed the little photographic meander, out on the roof.

Back down in the lift, and hobbled on with the trolley and shopping along the persons-free link-passageway to Woodthorpe Court.

The fire-installation lads were using the elevators to transport equipment up and down. 5Fri24Buy no bother to me, I was in no rush.

I go back into the flat, and still didn’t need a wee-wee?

Well, that’s a change!

I got the nosh bought put away.

5Fri25Then got the black bags sorted out, and along with the box of recyclables, I departed the flat. Took three bags and deposited them down the waste chute, then down in the lift with the box. Frank got in the elevator on the way down, and we had a little nattering session. Steve, the caretaker, was in the lobby on the ground floor and took the box from me to save me going outside with it. Jolly-Good chap!

WDPright03WD 0.0.255 2 I returned up to the flat, and the wee-weeing started again! After the first one, they flowed regularly! Although not so frequent as they did earlier in the morning, I’m glad to say. This and all the following leakage maneuvres were of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode again.

I started to update this post. Inbetween wee-wees and making several mugs of tea. Why am so thirsty?

Got the nosh cooking and did the handwashing while the chips were in the oven.

5Fri25Then prepared the Dagwood sandwich based, nosh. Which got a flavour-rating of 6.5/10. I could not eat it all, a lot went into the bin, but I enjoyed what I did eat. I wasn’t too struck on the mini BBQ flavoured pork pies, but they are okayish.

Washed the pots. Took the evening medications, and got down in the £300, second-hand, tatty, rickety, revoltingly-beige-coloured, recliner. Sleep, as usual lately, was resistant to come, but on the other hand, I stayed awake longer and watched some TV without the nodding-offs for a change.

Up for another (Wee-Wee), and back down… Ah, sleep!

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Thursday 18th July 2019

Welsh: Ydd Iau 18 Gorffennaf 2019

WD 200a 04:15hrs: I was woken, yet again, by the stabbing pains from a Colin Cramp’s visit to the feet! I got the camera off of the Ottoman and realised I had also left the light on overnight, but at least I’d remembered to remove the bamboo socks. The signs of the toe-stumpings had all but cleared up! The toes were warping with the cramps, I presume.

4Thu04

The cramp hassle softened. I noticed that the toes had seemed to settle into a different position to normal. Thankfully, the pain slowly lessened later, as I moved (hobbled) around.

I removed my cumbersome burly short body from the £300, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, rickety, c1968, rusty recliner, grabbed the stick, and used the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), for a most unwilling wee-wee of the UWT Unwilling-Weak-Trickling) variety. The bucket was taken with me to to the kitchen, for cleaning and sanitisationing. I got the hand-washing done, rinsed and on to the slow-airer for drying. Took medications. Did the health checks, and had another UWT Unwilling-Weak-Trickling) wee-wee.

Then I made a potent Glengettie brew of tea.

I began to update the events of Wednesday, frightfulness, horridness and dreadfully ropy happenings. The fingers and other limbs, apart from the shoulder, which was annoying me regularly, were pretty tame, so I made decent progress for once. Also, an even higher rarity… The Virgin Media Internet did not cut-off, and was moderately speedy! I appreciate this may sound like a porky-pie, but it’s true! Mind you; I’m sure it will not last long!

4Thu05I took a picture out through the light & view-blocking kitchen windows that have unreachable glass panes to clean and needs a stepladder to be used to photograph or see anything below on Chestnut Way.

In the event that the fire alarm goes off, and we need to check if any emergency vehicles have arrived on site. I used auto-extra option.

Not that I can hear the fire alarm anyway, mind you. So, it’s a grand job that the Nottingham City Homes are doing in making sure we do not have the dangerous cladding, like that the poor devils had at Grenfell Tower.

I got the post finished and sent off to WordPress, then decided I’d better get the ablutions tended to. Obersturmbannführeress, Housing Patch Manager, and part-time Cosmopolitan Model, Angela Gould, said I could have a shower at 07:00hrs alright.

WD 200a3Wed01a I had another even less-willing UWT wee-wee first. Then had to utilise the Porcelain Throne, which turned out not to be a good thing. First, the evacuation was big, hard, yet messy. One of the most painful I’ve ever had, lots of bleeding from internal and external haemorrhoids. And second reason; The putrescent, nidorous after-aroma had to be endured, while I did the teggies, shaved, and had the shower and won the battle with the sock-glide! Hehehe!

WD 200a I thought I heard the new Intercom tone playing, so I went to the panel on the wall. But no indication of a missed call? I got the foyer-door picture up, and the door was just closing, but I could not see anyone in the view. So I assumed someone had let the Iceland man or woman in. A few seconds later, the panel alarm went off again, but nobody was there… then I realised it was the door chime ringing but in another tune! The exact-same melody as the panel has! I let in the delivery driver and explained and apologised for keeping him waiting. Someone had allowed him in the foyer door. He took the fodder through to the kitchen for me. I thanked him and set about putting the food away.

WD 200a This was when I understood what the problem was. The engineer who put the Intercom in for me must have caught the door alarm box, that’s just below the new box he’d fitted, and changed the tune option without realising. It does happen sometimes. It is only a little button on the side. It needs scrolling through to find the tune you want, but if you leave or do not press it long enough, it sets on whatever theme is playing. I tried to reset it, but without thinking, I used the peripheral neuralgia affected right-hand, and it was a bit of a farce. I could not find the “I only want to be with you” tune I like to use, and can identify with the front door. I tried again using the left hand, not easy, but well doable, and hey presto, Dusty Springfield’s song is now back on! I wonder if this has happened to anyone else.

An email from Jenny earlier soon put me right on a few things. I’d got the wrong date for the eight-hour water turn off. (Fancy that, me getting something wrong. Hehe!) Also, there a lot of tenants with the problem of not hearing the new Intercom, with it being so soft and low. She has reported this to the Nottingham City Homes Management, already! The gal is coming back on to being herself again! Precious, impavid, intrepid, compassionate and benevolent Jenny is! Bless her cotton socks!

The Iceland order had some Substitutes. The yoghourts had been replaced with Toffee flavour in place of lemon ones. Disappointing, but I will hand all four of them to the Social Hour as prizes, with the other bits later on.

I put the computer in sleep-mode and took some bags to the waste-chute. Then set out to go to the Willmott Dixon supplied Portakabin, Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, Holding cells, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

As I got outside of the foyer doors, I wanted to photograph the new grass on the end carpark, in different settings, but the hands and fingers started playing up as I did so. A workman, the one in the first picture, came over to me and saw I was struggling. He took the camera and shot the photographs you see here. He even chose a different setting for each one.

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WD 200a I forgot to ask him what settings he was on. Huh! If we get the forecasted rain for today and tomorrow, it should help the turf to settle and grow, methinks?

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4Thu10As I limped along with the trolley-guide to the hut, I took this shot which caught Winchester Court, showing how nice and close the new bus stop is situated for the tenants of the said court.

I’m not jealous, of course.

Oh, no! I’m just glad it’s us at Woodthorpe Court who has the pleasure of a nice brisk walk to get to the bus stop. We’ll be much fitterer & 4Thu09healthier then! Haha!

I was well-pleased with how this zoomed-in shot turned out. Left to right (I hope I’ve got the names right – Jenny will correct me if not) Ray in his new disability Scooter, Pete, Angela, and Mary seated. And Roy, with his customised four-wheeled ‘L’ plate bearing trolley, giving me a rum stare! Hehehe! Good job I’m not wanting the bus. With Ray and his scooter, and Mary and Roy’s giant trolleys, I would not have been able to get on the bus with my walking-guide.

I got in the shed and left some pressies, prizes, and nibbles. And had a little natter or two. I went over and enjoyed a chinwag with the gang at the bus shelter.

4Thu11Then on the way back to the beloved, but further to walk to and back from than Winchester Court than is Woodthorpe Court.

But it doesn’t bother me, Oh no!

The new grass seems to be doing a lot better here as well. This is the frontage part of the new Winwood Court and, that along with Woodthorpe Court (At the end of the road, farthest from the bus stop, letterbox and new Oberschützeress Wardens HQ) than Winchester Court, which all will comprise Winwood Heights when its all finished. Confusing innit? The shed being used at the moment is due to be removed later this P1220982month, I think.

I shall be sorry to see The Willmott Dixon supplied Portakabin go, after over two years and a bit, but not sorry to get some peace and hopefully far less harassment, and noise. I pray!

Shame about the new balconies. I loved the old open, far less maintenance requiring ones.

I had a natter, well for a few seconds, with Frank on the way back to the flat. Got in, and made an excellent brew-up. Then got the computer restarted and updated this blog to here.

Then, went on the WordPress Reader to see what the other bloggers had done. Some great stuff on today.

Then I visited the Facebook site to visit the TFZers and put some photographicalisations on. I enjoyed that.

4Thu28Time to close down and get some nosh prepared, ready for me to (I hope) fall asleep. By gum, I need it! Sadly!

One simple but most satisfying meal. Instant potatoes with added grated cheese and dried onion, gherkins, chicken stick thingies (I’ve forgotten the name, flipping lethologica!), freshly podded peas, and lip-smackingly tasty sausages. Followed by a pot of wantonly, promiscuously, naughty-but-oh-so-nice, Limoncello. A most worthy taste-flavour rating of 9.20/10!

4Thu27I washed-up, and got the hand-washing done.

WD 200a Then I got settled down to watch something on the TV, but the nodding-offs soon started, so I turned off and no sooner had I done so, that Colin Cramps came on! The toes and hands were targeted at this time. I fully expected another long sleepless night as the cramps gave me some stick.

After ten minutes or so, almost miraculously to me, Morpheous took over, and by Golly, he did, too! I think I had over six-hours sleep, straight through to 01:30hrs, no wee-wees, no ailment pains waking me either, mind you, when I did wake, the efforts to get a wee-wee tout de suite, were a tad ridiculous, but humorous at the same time! Hehehe!