Intangled Inchie, Thursday 14th January 2021

 You’ve got to love her!

Thursday 14th January 2021

Afrikaan: Donderdag 14 Januarie 2021

01:40hrs: I reclaimed ersatz life, to be greeted by of the ‘Hum’, and the noise from the machinery on the roof, greeted me.

For once, I was not a willing waker-upperer. There was a certain degree of melancholic dolefulness, lingering in the grey-cells. As it was beginning to develop into neuroticism, a bit of good luck, the need for a wee-wee arrived. And my mind was diverted to concentrating on getting safely out of the grotty, £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, sickenly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner and catching my balance to get the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), in time.

1: I didn’t make it in time. Oh, dearie me! The PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) caught me out – then the wee-weeing started without hesitation as normally would have, with what seemed like a gallon of liquid belting out like water from a fireman’s hose! Never in the field of wee-weeing, have I passed so much in a shorter time!

2: I got en route to the wet room to clean things up, and a high-priority demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I must have been only feet away from the door to the wet room, and I failed to get there on time. Another embarrassing early arrival caught me out, once again!

CW023: The innards content came out part-way, and refused to budge any further. Which was confusing, cause it felt soft but massive. I grabbed the crossword book because it was obvious that things were not going to be pushable, I decided to wait until the innards were ready. When things did start, it didn’t finish completely. I ended up standing up in a straggling position. And the newly started yesterday, Andrex roll, was almost used up! The amount of bleeding again was a bit worrying.

The cleaning, freshening up (vigorously) and medicating after the evacuation was, inwardly belittling and took me ages! Harold’s Haemorrhoids were stinging like never before! The Germolid ointment is running low. New PP’s were put on, and a good wash and sanitising of the touch-areas was completed. Gawd, I’ve only been up for about an hour, and I was feeling drained already! What a start to the day! Granglesbognessbuggerit!

Off I went to the kitchen to make a brew of 99 tea. As I turned off the light to take this photo facing the kitchen window, I needed yet another wee-wee! It was another sudden urgent affair, and I was lucky to get to the bucket on time. Another long, blasting-out affair! Washed the mitts, back to the kitchenette and made the brew.

Got the computer on, and more Windows updates had arrived, they scare me you, know! Humph!

As I was loading WordPress, the need for yet another wee-wee arrived. I truly had to empty the NWWB, it was that full!

I washed and disinfected it, and returned with it to the computer room. Finally, I started on the photos uploads, then the updating of the Wednesday IT diary. Half an hour into this… yes you’ve guessed, another wee-wee was required! However, it was less torrential and far less of it this time. I washed the dandies and returned to the main junk room.

I engaged my famously unproductive Sherlock Holmesian Investigative mode. I pondered on why the wee-weeing was so persistent and powerful today. After a while considering and analysing all available data, I arrive at the following conclusion: I had obviously got the medications wrong somehow. With the  Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345, Mansfield Road, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the launderette and pub, near the Lidl store, cocking up the pill pods and failing to put any covers on them, that caused me to drop all the pills on the floor. Got down on my knees to pick them up, but many have never been seen again, then calling for help for me to get back up off of the floor, and handed up guessing which was which of the Furesomide, Beta-Blockers and Codeine? Tsk!

I then pressed on with the diarying, got it finished. (Three wee-wees) Posted it off, Pinterested a photo, and went on the WordPress Reader. Then, onto Facebook catch-up, and decided to get the Health Checks done.

The SYS had gone up a little more. Humph!

The temperature was fine, though. At least something seems to be near normal. I can’t say that very often! Hehe!

A mammoth wee-wee, there are getting longer again? How? Why?


Back on the computer and had a read of the YourArea e-magazine.

The Coronavirus figures are now scarier than ever! I wish some of the folks who go out every day on the bus would read these figures. They could be spreading the virus every time? The UK figures shown were even more frightening to me.

I got some brekkers before it was time to get the ablutions seen to.

I sat and ate it all up slowly, to degust it fully. Everything on the plate was good tastewise. The dried onions, grapes and Pork & pickle mini-pies were excellent! A Brekkers-Rating of  8.5/10!

Off to get the ablutions done. And boy, yet again it was a good one: The ailments were fair to me…ish. The dropsies were only about eight in total. Just the one cut shaving. The showering was Dizzy Dennis-free. Oh, yes! Just the once clout against the grab-rail, but a very minor one. Even the medicationalisationing went injury free! Not pain-free, but you can’t have everything. Hehehe!

The hand-washing was done when I got out of the wet-room. Just one Myanmar (Burmese) zip-up jacket,  and a woollen cap, were done, wrung and hung.

I made up a coup;e pf rubbish bags and a recycling one, then got them on the box on the walker-guide, got to the doorway, and had to nip back to the wet-room for a wee-wee!

This one was far less vicious and much sorter. In my opine, this indicates that I must have taken two Furesomides instead of one in the Carrington Pharmacy cock-up. But was it a Codeine or a Beta-blocker that I’d taken extra? Could have been a Codeine, cause the toothache is not so bad today?  Another Sherlockian Mode there, Haha!

I decided to visit ILC, (Independent Living Coordinator), Ballerina and Warden, Deana later. To ask her to ring the chemist for me. To find out when the next prescription delivery is due, and ask them to not put the stuff in pill-pods. Why, you ask? (Well, you should! Haha!) The pill-pod-packs that the nurse thought and I would be a good thing and control my medications better are just not working at all! They come with different numbers of might dose pill? Last month they came with no pull covers, and I lost a weeks supply. And I am now out of Codeine; unless some of the rescued tablets might be them, but of course, I’ll never know! I do know it is hard work sorting tablets for the month from boxes, but I can check easier to see that they have not short delivered me!

I got down in the lift to the ground floor lobby, it was mayhem, the working lads all around, and having to move to let us through. I got outside, and our caretakers were out under the cover, near the bins. They took the bags and box from me. I had a chunter about the folks who keep going out every day, and spreading the virus, they agreed… I think.

Then I poddled in the getting heavier rain to Winwood Court and the Obersturmbannfuhreresses Interrogation room, Holding-Cell and Office. Hehehe! Deana rang the chemist for me and wrote the time down of the prescription’s delivery for me. 16th January. I thanked her, and out into the rain again back to Woodthorpe Court.

I got in the lift after the workers had made room for me again, bless ’em.  I thought I’d pressed the twelfth-floor button, but when I arrived at the fifteenth, I realised I hadn’t? Getting senile is not an option, you know, but it comes free-gratis, at least! Heterophemy is something else that we get free in our later years. Just thought I’d warn any whippersnappers who might have wandered onto this page by mistake! Not to mention the physical ailments.

I’m waffling again, that’s also a quality you might cop-for in later years, I did, obviously. Hehe!

I got down to the right floor, taking this snap as I left the elevator cage with my emptied out cardboard box and carriers adorning the trolley.

As I put the kettle on, I noticed that sleet had joined in with the rain, the houses all around were getting a coating on their rooftops. A lot of rain still, so it shouldn’t settle. (Famous last words?) Seconds later I got the camera and took this shot of the view from the window. I may have to review my forecast now. Har-har!

As I began to pour the tea, Colin Cramps attacked, in my left hand and fingers. The photo I took, not easy with the right-hand, assisted by my bulging, wobbly midriff. It might be because I knew what was happening, but the photo seemed to have a slight blur on the index finger, that’s because it was shaking all over the place, while all the other digits were distorted and rock-hard. I had to wait a while before Colin cleared the body, then he had a go at my right ankle! Spangleturdes!

I got the oven warming up for the sweet potato Cottage pie to be cooked later, with I hope lashings of ready-grated Leicester Cheese! Then went on CorelDraw, to make up a few graphics for future use.

The regular quotidian weariness fell early again, and I had to admit to failure on the graphic-making, and I stopped, had a wee-wee, and got the fodder prepared. The eyes were getting heavy already.

I got the ready-made sweet potato shepherds pie out of the fridge. Then, I added some frenched red pepper, and spread them over the tray, and dolloped tons of Leicester grated cheese on top of it. Put in the oven, and set the timer that I cannot hear, but hopefully just might, for 20 minutes.

I heard a clunk and went to investigate at the front door, and sure enough, there were three items put through the door. This one with the HMG insignia on it, I opened first.

That was eight A4 pages from the Government, about the new lock-down rules. I put them on the old no-longer working, broken-down printer to look at in the morning.

The second one was the INR Warfarin DVT results, I put that on the bookcase with the others.

The last one, a hand-written envelope, was something that made my day, it boosted me into a land of appreciation, joy and brought on contentment that I have not had for years. I have no idea of the donor, but felt she or he was an Angel!

To the gifter: “Thank you very much, that was so kind of you, and much needed. Bless!” These will last me until the prescriptions arrive, may your kindness be rewarded. ♥

I took the evening medications with the meal, as recommended by the Doctor. Then got the meal served upon the tray. I added some sugar snap peas and grapes, and a very basic pot of custard and jelly dessert, that took me back to Brookfield Place, and being an ankle-snapper! Hehe!

And a feast of flavescent, fermenting, fervid flavour, found its way down my gullet. I ate slowly to appreciate the taste. At first, I thought the peppers might be a little too hot for me, but they were fine, the whole meal was Grrreat!

I expect that being helped so generously by the unknown Angel, I’ll now be able to take a Codeine helped eased the pain from the teeth, and helped tremendously, in the enjoyment stakes. A flavour-rating of 9.2/10 for this feast of fodder! The taste-buds had been well satisfied. And ease of mind followed.

The wonderfully kind gesture of the donation was heartwarming.

I put the TV on, but I was soon in the hands of Sweet Morpheus. A good four uninterrupted hours later, I woke in need of a wee-wee. I could still taste the fodder, and knowing that (thanks to the mystery person) I had some painkillers at hand, contentment lingered.

Incanescent Inchy’s, Wednesday 13th January 2021, diary


Wednesday 13th January 2021

Polish: Środa 13 Stycznia 2021 r

00:30hrs: I stirred, and much to my delight, as I nudged my Himalayan-like, wide-ranging, whacking-great, generously proportioned, wobbly-stomached body from the c1968, recliner, I found that Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were behaving themselves, as I got on my feet almost easily!

But I knew better than to get too excited, (Hehehe!) I was feeling in an irrational, unjustifiably, upbeat mood? Even though the stinging from Anne Gyna, BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and CCP (Cartilage Cathy’s Patella) were currently giving me pain.

Was it the five hours of uninterrupted sleep? My EQ, which usually indicates, well warns me of only of the rough stuff, bad things, unlucky incidents/episodes that are coming my way, and is always right – Now seemed to be making me aware of something on the way, that may be fortunate or even enjoyable for me? This message/indication is hard to read, it’s the first time I’ve ever had one that seems to be for my advantage? It has given me an uncomfortable, sort of fraughtness, a nerve-wracking, ominous feeling. Surely there cannot be some fortune coming my way? Still, I can always hope!

As I was getting the kettle on, the innards burst forth with a rumble of great magnitude, followed by a long gurgle. Off to the Porcelain Throne, I trotted!

Oh, dearie me! No doubt about it, the DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle) between Trotsky Terence and Constipation Konrad for supremacy, was a complete 4-0 victory for Trotsky this time! What a messy affair! As far as I could tell, there was no bleeding, though. The cleaning up took a lot of effort and time. Tsk! Incomprehensibly, considering the almost semi-soup-like evacuated product, poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids, were stinging like heck?

I had to apply some Germoloid in great quantity, to calm things down. Washed the mitts and back to make the brew of Glengettie. I took this shot of the view, using the Canon camera. Which doesn’t usually take such night shots well, as a rule. I checked on the mince in the slow cooker. It looked smelt and tasted good enough for me to rewarm for tonights, well, this afternoons nosh.

Did the Health Checks next. Starting with the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometerisationing. Aha, at last, the SYS had come down, the DIA and Pulse had both shot up. The pulse considerably from yesterday.

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading, was once again a good one, well in the green, safe zone.

At this moment, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter nerve-end decided to kick-off going on strike. This was unfortunate, cause I had the mug of tea in my right-hand taking a sip, with the camera in my right – I had no chance at all! The tea went towards the floor, as I moved my feet out of the way, it proved fortuitous for me; The mug hit my belly and bounced onto the Ottoman, which is padded, it rolled gently down between leather and the chair, not breaking! Note that I did not appreciate it at the time, cause of the cleaning up I had to do! Nor did BPB! Looking back, it could have been so much worse.

Going back to the computer, I noticed the Nottingham City Homes supplied, humidity and temperature machine. It was showing humidity at well below the green area. But I wasn’t sure what it meant? Lack of air? I’ll look it up late. (He says confidently!)

Brew of tea at hand, I set off up[datong the Tuesday blog. Which took me over 5 hours to complete! Nicodemus, being the cause of this delay. So many times more than ever before, I had to correct and recheck things. I’ve probably missed no end of mistakes!

Argh! More windows updates coming in! The problems caused by the last ones fresh in my mind, I was worried! I ignored them and carried on.

I got the updating finished, and went to celebrate, with another mug of tea. But when I got in the kitchenette, I saw the state of the floor – all those dropsies I suppose, that I had not cleaned up very well. A mixture of frustration and guilt took over the brain, and I decided, well, someone did, to get the floor cleaned. I tried to do it piecemeal with the bowl and flat mop, but it wasn’t working! So, I got the big mop and bucket out and had a semi, imitation, pretend clean up of the floor.

Not a perfect, or even close to a decent job was done. But it’ll do for now. Too early to hoover anywhere, the noise would be too unfair on my neighbours.

As I was getting ready to go back into the main junk-room to the computer, I swear I heard someone talking to me from the hallway. I was convinced someone had come in through the front door and called my name out? Heard it as clear as a bell! A female voice it was!

I went into my Sherlock Holmesian Mode, I went to investigate, all was in darkness, no one was seen? I opened the door, and auto-motion lights were not on, so it couldn’t have a been real voice? Am I going bonkers?

I changed into my ‘Lack of Confidence’ and ‘Questioning my sanity’ modes. What’s going on? Was it the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghost, succubuses, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? Of course, it could have been the Grim-Reaper.

Ah-well, I sent the new post to WordPress. Pinterested, a couple of photographs, then went on Facebook catch-up. The WordPress Reader section next. Then onto the commenting.

I had a look at the Your-Area newsletter for Nottingham. Top of the page, was instructions for lockdown in Sherwood, specifically:

I don’t recall seeing this notice in the magazine before.

I found the latest figures, not good, is it?

Nottinghamshire, it total, has had an increase in Covid-19 cases of 591, in one day! A really gruesome bit of news that is!

The Pop0lice have arrested someone, albeit a 16- year-old lad, for a serious stabbing incident.

Most of the reading was of a depressing nature, I’m afraid.

I stopped and went into the kitchen, to check on the Chilli-Con-Carne in the slow cooker again.

This time, this Jenny bought one, was far less fatty than the one I bought from Iceland earlier. I moved into a hob saucepan, and put some peas into the mix, then got some red pepper sliced and into the slow cooker, to add later on. Ir was looking good to me! I returned to the computer and updated this diary further, as far as here.

About an hour later, I went to check on the peppers. Only to find, I had not turned the electricity on at the socket! It’s times like these that I feel a right idiot! 

I finished making the CCC (Chilli-Con-Carni) and got it served up. It was delicious, I took a photo of it, it looked so good! Unfortunately, in the morning I realised I’d left the SD card in the computer! Gnatwrangles!

Getting to sleep was difficult, thought-storms, fears, embarrassments, guilt etc.

Incubus Inchcock, Tuesday 12th January 2021 Diary

Ah, memories!

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Tuesday 12th January 2021

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 12fed Ionawr 2021

23:35hrs: I stirred into ersatz life, saw the dirty food tray on the side-chair, involuntarily passed a ginormous blast of wind from the rear end, and as the innards began to be and bubble, I was forced to evacuate the c1968 recliner with rude-haste, to get to the Porcelain Throne.

No time for any catching my balance routine. I urged my wobbling-bellied body, off to the Throne, without any incident.

But what a session this one was; The easiest for many months. No effort required on my part. Swiftly evacuated without any pauses, not too messy, and absolutely pain-free! Grrreat! Of course, there is always something not right! The bleeding was mucusy, like yesterday, but far less of it this morning. Hey-Ho!

I washed afterwards, and whistling to myself with the joy of a pain-free passing, I collected the tray and plate from last night and took them to be washed in the kitchenette. My semi-contentedness, brought on by the excellent evacuation, was short-lived. In my haste to get to the wet room, I’d not put my slippers on – which made it all the more painful for me when I stubbed my toe against the corner of a floor cabinet! Oh, course I didn’t yelp, swear, squeal, yell, sulk, grit my teeth, or get bothered about this in the slightest. I merely smiled to myself and muttered silently, “Ah, well, it can’t be helped” Cough-cough! Ahem!

I went to put the kettle on, in a slightly different limping mode and decided to make a brew of Glengettie tea, in the larger mug this time. I picked the mug from the hook… just as Nicodemus’s neurotransmitter played up. It seemed to happen quickly, and there I was, looking down a the broken mug on the floor! The fact that it had only broken into two pieces seemed to fascinate me.

I casually, calmly, collected the two bits from the floor. There was no swearing, asking the Lord why he gave me such ailments, self-pity, anger or frustration at all. Humph! Then, I proceeded to make a brew in the small China mug.

Took the medications for last night that I’d missed again (Yes, it’s worrying innit?) Then made up an evening pot of tablets for later.

I got the computer on and pondered for a while after opening the Google Calendar. It pointed out that the Matron had not called yesterday? Also, I had a Sainsbury order (06:30>07:30hrs) and also a Morrisons one (12:00 > 14:00hrs) coming today.

How I managed to order them for the same day, I don’t know, but there you are. “Disabilities, abeyance, absent-mindedness,  old age, fatuity, analphabeticness, and sheer stupidity rule my life nowadays! Clapnangles!

I pressed on with the updating of the Monday blog. Got it done, and posted it to WordPress. Emailed the link. Pinterested a couple of photographs, and ent on Facebooking catch-up.

Started on this post, and got up to here, then got the Health Checks done. The SYS had come down, from 164 to 161, which was a pleasant surprise, now I hope it will continue to stay low. But hopes are not hight, I’m not that lucky. Pulse had also gone down a smidge, in fact, it looks from the reading history, that it old pulse is on the wane?

97, slowly down to 76 today? Still, it did start far too high at 97 last week. Hehehe!

The Chinese manufactured body temperature Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, was okay though, at 36.5°c.

Then I visited the WordPress Reader section. I just had time to check the comments come in and reply, then off to get the early ablutions done (The Sainsbury order [Oh, Gawd what substitutes will they send?] arriving so early.

The ablutionisationing was slightly fraught at first. SAS (Spatial-Awareness-Spiros) got it wrong as I entered the wet room, and I clouted the right shoulder heftily. I swore under my breath. But on the bright side, it did not set off SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), and by the time I was cleaning the teeth, the pain had gone. Cause Toothache Terence had taken over as the chief Ailment Agitator! Tsk!

But after that Accifauxpa, things went much better. A stand-up session, of course, considering the time of day it was. The feet toes and legs were looking better, they even had some colour to them. The total dropsies committed was only about six or seven! Just two nicks shaving! The medicationalisation was almost painless and bloodless! No loss of balance dressing, either! Yes! Smug Mode Grade-Two Engaged! 

On exiting the wet room. I tackled some handwashing in the kitchen sink. Pyjama bottoms, a long-sleeved t-shirt and the thick woolly bob cap. All, rinsed, fabric conditioned, wrung and hung to dry on coathangers above the sink. They should be dry by about August.

I was doing some work on this blog at last, and the intercom flashed and chirped it not loud-enough ring tone tune. It was the Sainsbury’s driver chap. I explained about him having to ring the flat number, on the entry panel, then I can press to open the door. But it didn’t ring. A bit of a panic now, I set out to get down to see the man, hoping he wouldn’t be coming up at the same time and we missed each other. As I got to the lift, both cages were on their way up, so I waited in the foyer in case it was that man coming. And it was, no idea how he gained entry, but pleased he did.

Back to the flat, and the lad put the goods in the box and carriers for me, some came in carriers as well. I offered him a can of mixer, Vodka or Gin, but he didn’t want one, bless him. He didn’t half make a noise when he was leaving. I hope Malcolm or Josie were disturbed. I took the things through to the kitchen, for sorting out.

The joy of joys, they’d sent some Chilli Con Carni. And a small loaf of Sourdough sliced farmhouse bread, I can share this and the grapes when and if they arrive from Morisons later on, with Jenny, Nora and Frank. The fridge is now cram-packed again! Cleaners stocked up, too. Canned goods now in reserve as well. If, and I say, if, Morrisons supply the fresh tomatoes, grapes, Pretzels and grated red Leicester cheese, I’ll be happy! (My being happy happened once in 1959, you know, I remember it well!) No razers sent again, though!

I got the all the stuff stuck where I could find space, and the Jenny supplied minced beef was prepped and in the slow-cooker, and on the go. I dug out the leeks from the fridge and got them washed, sliced and added to the mix.

I, rather bravely I thought, added some Chill Con Carne herbs and spice in the pan and stirred it well. Ah, I just remembered, I’ve ordered some yellow peppers from Morrisons. Not, that this means I’ll get any from them, they might be out of stock, or may substitute them with bleach, clothe-pegs or maybe cream cakes? More likely with me just spending the minimum amount on getting a free order delivered, they will be conveniently out of stock. Then they can charge me a £7 delivery fee? Bitter, me? Suspicious, me? Yes! 

I called Jenny to see how her walk outside yesterday with Nora and Frank went. Not very good, she said. As they all got out of the flat lobby, they were greeted with howling winds, and it was so cold with it! They sensibly cut the walk short and got back to the comfort and warmth of the flat. I don’t blame them either! I asked if they would take half of the delivered sourdough bread, and if they come from Morrisons, half of the grapes as well.

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Nokia I took the bag of bits up to Jenny’s flat, taking my Xiaomi Mi 10i 5G, Qualcomm® SM7225 Snapdragon 750G 5G mobile phone with its Quad Camera, and 8GB RAM along with me… Oh, all right, my 1980 Nokia!

I left the bag near her door, the bell was not working, so I tapped on the door, and withdrew, back to the lift lobby. Where stayed for what must have been 15-minutes, trying to get a cage to stop that didn’t have someone in it going down, there were four times this happened. And only one of the people in the lift had a mask on. Which I thought was naughty!

Eventually, an empty elevator arrived, as I got inside and press for the 12th-floor button – Hello, the mobile phone has chirped to life…

Oh,  ‘eck! I’ve just got an email, no, a text message I mean,  from Amazon, who I have ordered the Morrison stuff from. It tells me that an Amazon shopper has started working on my order, and will contact me about substitutions! This does not bode well! Reminding me that it would arrive within 1½ hours.

Back in the flat, and I decided to get some very late brekkers to concentrate on sulking while eating it. Hehehe! Cheesy curls, two min pork & puckle pies, and some of the substituted by Iceland sausages – which were thrown away at the very first bite, Gawd! They were fatty and greasy. Eurgh! I would have eaten and maybe enjoyed the lemon dessert, but Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failed just as I picked it up to take off the lid. Bending down to clean up did BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) no good, and she kicked off. I wish I could get some extra Codeines, she was giving me some stick now. 

Then, over the next fifteen minutes or so, I kept getting messages about the substitutions, with an email address to go to, and make decisions on some substitutions! With the neurotransmitters going on and off, manipulating the buttons was difficult. When I tried to scroll down to get the rest of the three-lined address to use, the phone kept going back to the ready-mode, and I had to get back into the messages options again. I gave up in the end.

Then, the same message came in yet another three times! Each time I tried to scroll down, the mobile went back to the options screen, I was failing fed-up, and furious! I went on the Amazon site to look at my orders, but nothing of the substitutions. Gragglespitgurgle!

The mobile then rang with a call coming in. The Amazon chap, with a strong accent that made understanding him difficult, spoke. It was the Amazon Picker/delivery man. I asked him where he was, but the reply was spoken too fast to gather what the chap said, I asked slowly and un-stutteringly as I could, “Are you outside the building?” Aha! Progress, I got a clear ‘Yes’ in return! Please stay where you are, I’ll come down to you! Farcical, I’m not sure if either of us were understanding the other.

I got the stick, a big mistake not taking the walker guide trolley, cause I wanted to get down quickly and not miss the bloke. When I got down on the ground floor lift lobby, it was pandemonium, but organised. The upgrading workmen were very busy and putting up single scaffolding, floor to roof. I hastened outside, but could not locate the Amazon man, anywhere?

I thought I saw the caretaker earlier talking one of the workmen, so went back in and found him, asking if he’s seen an Amazon man. “No!” So that was the end of that conversation. As I began to adopt a panic mode, I heard a voice from behind, and I turned to look. It was desk-top-dancer, Warden Deana, with the Amazon man, she was carrying the bottled water for him, he had the bags of fodder.

It seems I guess, that he had gone to Winwood Court in mistake. Which is to me, understandable. We have Winchester Court, Winwood Court and Woodthorpe Courts, if that is not confusing for not been before delivery drivers, the complex is called Winwood Heights! Hearing what was said was out of the question, midst the working noise, but I was shepherded into the lift, the bottles were put in with me by Deana, and the Amazon man, with the brown bags, got in.

Up to the dinky-mini-apartment,  Amazon Man placed the things through the door for me, he was a decent sounding chap.

He kindly accepted a can of Vodka & lime mix in thanks, and off he went.

I put the cases of water in the hallway and got the other things into the kitchen. I’ve taken to this spring water lark. I add just a drop of cordial to each bottle, so it’s not too sweet, and drink it every day. The Urologistrecommended this when she told me I had to drink much more, but not tea!

The three substitutions were:

  • A bag of Gigantic Green and red capsicums, in place of a small bag of yellow mini-peppers. Too hot for me, although I kept the red pepper.
  • For the assorted Special Cheeses selection bag of rare, different cheese portions, the most disappointing substitutes sent crap weak cheddar ones that were low-fat. Eurgh!
  • The black grapes were red ones, but that didn’t matter at all.

I set to sorting the items not wanted, for Jen, Nora and Frank to enjoy. Got them in a bag, in the trolley guide, and down to Jenny’s apartment again. Left the bag, rang the none-ringing bell, tapped on the door, and back to the elevator and up back to number 72.

I called Jenny later, and she told me that Frank will think it’s his birthday, with the Chestnut mushrooms, cause she hates them and Frank loves them, so they agreed, not to buy any. Hehehe! The subbed or ordered food wrongly will not go to waste, Jenny and Nora always see to that for me, bless them ♥.

The weariness dawned as is usual. But my hunger and interest in food had waned align with my mental and physical energy. And Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were on and off continually, this has never happened before. Making physical contact with the right hand, and anything touched or picked up, dangerously droppable! Also, the innards had suddenly started gurgling? I abandoned the homemade chilli idea and turned off the cooker, hoping things with Nicodemus would be easier later on, or tomorrow.

I made up a sad-looking late nosh. I had some sourdough bread, well-buttered with it, I wasn’t up to any dessert eating.

I got washed and settled down and managed to eat everything, and heavenly sleep arrived so quickly and lasted for about, wait for it… FIVE unbroken HOURS!

Pshaw! Wowee! and Grrreat!

Inept Inchcock, Diary – Monday 11th January 2021

Monday 11th January 2021

Bulgarian: Понеделник, 11 януари 2021 г.

23:35hrs: I came back to consciousness, to be greeted by BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and HH Hippy-Hilda, both giving me more aches and pains than ever before. It became obvious that during yesterday and Nocturnally, the terrible Mind-Blanks, Dizzy Dennis visits and all the Confusion Conrads, that I must have gone over on the floor at some time. Tsk!

Still, I didn’t feel sorry for myself, I was actually pleased that I’d got through the attacks without any other or worse injuries. Thinking about it, it may have been another mini-stroke, the metallic taste in the mouth, was very similar when I was coming out of the last big stroke. So, I might have been lucky. Patchy memories of the event remain.

But other than the discomfort of the bruisings, I was feeling much better and with-it now. Slow-witted still maybe, but ten-times perkier than last night! A good sleep helped no doubt. I reckon I must have had over five (piecemeal) hours in restful slumber!

I had a wee-wee, a tricky affair, and got the computer on to update the diary. I spent a lot longer trying to remember what had occurred, yet odd incidents, were gin clear than I did in typing the details? Albeit I guessed at some, had no doubt missed others off. Once I began writing, things went extraordinarily well. Lack of hassle from Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters and Dizzy Dennis felt so unnatural, incredible really.

I did the Health Checks. Amazingly, the SYS was down from 184 to 164, DIA lower from 84 to 81. Pulse  Down to 77 from 84?

All finished as best I could anyway, I sent off the post and emailed the link. Pinterested a couple of pictures, and went on Facebooking catch-up. Good timing, just as I had finished, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

Off to the wet room, and the evacuation was one of the best for months! Effortless, painless, and neither Trotsky Terence nor Constipation Konrad had the upper hand! Not too messy, not overly pongy either! The only thing of any concern was that the bleeding was mucous-like, but not a lot of it. This got me thinking while washing the hands, I stood for a few moments thinking about yesterdays problems. 

  • Had it been a mini-stroke?
  • Only the metallic taste in the mouth gave any indication that it might have been?
  • I would surely have pressed the wristlet panic alarm if I had thought it was? (My memories were so obscure, unestablished and confused)
  • How could I go/fall over and not remember doing so?
  • Breaking pots and dropping things without realising?
  • I later found I’d left the fridge door open, and the tap running? (On the bright side, the butter will spread easier, and it was the cold water tap [faucet], I’d left running, not the hot one, and the plug was not in the sink) Hehe!
  • How come I’m feeling so good this morning?
  • Why have the regular ailments not started kicking off yet this morning? (Apart from Cathy Cartilage, Anne Gyna) No Duodenal Donald, SSS has barely given me a twinge yet?
  • Reflux Roger and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters seem hardly any hassle at all!
  • The Sys, Dia and pulse were all lower?
  • Even Toothache Thomas is far less bother?
  • The Throne’s evacuation, almost perfect (Apart from the blood)
  • Why the mucous secretion from the rear end suddenly?

I had to stop myself thought-meandering, I realised that no answers were going to be found. I hope that it is Matron Julie who calls today for the courtesy visit, I can explain everything to her.

Made a brew of Glengettie, and tool the medications. Crikey! The wee-weeing is getting vicious and frequent now!

Took a poor photo of the morning view. With the Canon, the Nikon I think has now packed-up altogether. Sob!

Then spent a few hours on starting this post going. Next, I checked on the WordPress Reader. Then read and replied to the comments on WP.

Then made some brekkers of sorts: mini pork & pickle pies, and a packet of Frazzles.

Then decided to get the ablutions done. I washed the pots, had yet another wee-wee, and off to the wet-room I trudged, with the innards beginning to rumble a tad?

A stand-up session, due, to the fact that I misread the clock before going in, thinking it was 08:00hrs when it was 07:00hrs. Tsk! The teeth cleaning went well, even the shaving was okay! The medicationalisationing was also fine! Up until then, I’d only had about four dropsies! Grrreat!

Then it came to getting dressed – things got a smidge farcical then!

  • Getting the PPs on, Unbalanced-Brian nearly had me over – it would probably have been less painful if he had! I didn’t half crack Carilage Cathy’s knee on the corner of the floor cabinet! Agony ensued, and I’m now limping in a different style. Of course, I merely laughed it off, no swearing under my breath, or out loud!
  • No socks put on. Obviously not through my fear of the finger trapping and cutting Sock-Glide, not a brave, handsome, heroic, fit, dynamic person like me. I just thought it was warm enough to go without any socks on. Ahem!
  • The trousers next, and I tried to take extra care – but at his usual inopportune moment, Neuropathic Pete burst forth with a right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance! (It had to happen, things had been going unnaturally well this morning!) And just at the moment that I lifted my left leg up to stick it in the trews! I lost my grip on the doorframe, and lunged at the shower chair for support, cunningly and slickly preventing my tumbling to the floor! Then…
  • As I was doing this piece of clever manipulation, I knocked the damned Sock-Glide off the chair! What part of my body did it hit? Yep! Smack on the lowermost painful part of Cartilage Cathy’s knee! Knowhere else at all!
  • The language did flow this time. A few silent blaspheming profanities were uttered! I’m afraid! Well, a lot, really!
  • This had to happen on the first time I was short of painkillers. You watch it, all the ailments will start kicking off soon! Grubbleackers!

I exited the Torture Room… I mean, wet-room and finished dressing. The INR nurse and the Matron visit (If they happen) could arrive early, so  I got the waste bags made up, and into the trolley box, and taken to the waste chute as soon as it was the allowed time to use it.

My luck changed as I was leaving the door into the flat’s foyer. I got the trolley out and was turning to close the door, and Cartalidge Cathy gave way. I wobbled and flailed about using walls as support. I’ve no idea how I manage it in that tight space, but I got away without a single clump, bash or hit against anything! A funny life, innit?

I poddled to the chute room and got the bags all deposited, and back to the flat. The place seemed so quiet. Not a soul to be seen.

I made a brew and continued to work on this blog for an hour or so, hoping the nurses would come early, no such luck.

I checked on the emails. Then read the local E-Magazine, Your-Area. The Vaccines Minister has some nervous-making news for us.

The latest available Nott’m Coronavirus figures were not too happy-making either! Oh, dear!

Teenager in ‘life-threatening’ condition after Nottingham stabbing Teenager in the hospital with life-threatening injuries after stabbing in Forest Fields, Nottingham Police arrest trio after report of stabbing in Forest Fields

The heartbroken mum of a 16-year-old boy who died after being stabbed said community support has stopped her leaving the area for good.

Thank heavens the INR Vampire Nurse arrived to take my blood, reading this magazine was depressing me. A lovely lady. Had a look at the BP record, and I told her of the mysterious loss of memory last night, and the mess I found in the kitchen. She too thinks it might have been a mini-stroke. Matron Julie might be calling on me later.

As soon as the gal left, I began to feel the weariness dawning on me again. I hope things don’t go like yesterday afternoon did.

A thought or recovered memory came back to me. Sister Jane, I think, is going in hospital today to have her needles in the eye again. I rang her, no answer, I bet she was already at the hospital. I rang Brother in Law, Pete. He’s just dropped her off at the Eye Hospital. The connection was bad. Had to give up, I think we were guessing at what each other was saying. (Noisy trams in the background). Hehe!

Closed down the computer, and got the nosh started.

Jane rang back and sounded alright, she was pleased that she had not had the needle in the eye this time, but the poor gal had to go back in two weeks to have it again. I cringed at the thought for Jane. ♥

Pottered about, nervously hoping there would be no repeat of Sundays ‘Out-of-it’ session. (Nope, all okay, Phew!)

Tim Price (New Mexico – Photographer-De-Superb’ – Jolly good egg, and Chilli Officianado) would have been proud of me (I was!). I had minced beef pies, garden peas, last of the mini-tomatoes, and, wait for it… Sweet Chilli Chicken breast! I’ve enjoyed the ChilliCon-Carni I’ve been having! So I tried some of the Chilli-chicken, but not the strong one, just the sweet chilli, it was grand! The meal got a Taste-Rating of 8/10!

I finished it and the fruit desserts off, then put the tray on the side chair and drifted off into the land of nod. I fumbled my way out of the chair, rightly thinking it was the DVT clinic results for the Warfarin blood test coming in. The 1.7 level, as a disappointment, but then again, with the ‘Out-of-it’ moments I’ve had this past few days, it was no surprise to see it so low really.

The lady, from the Sherrington Park Surgery, gave me the week’s dosages: Tonight 3 – Tues 3 – Wed 2½ – Thur 3 – Fri 2½  – Sat 3 -Sun 2½, next blood test Tuesday 18 January.

I got my head back down, and noticed the tray with the dirty plate and cutlery on the side-chair, I thought about moving it. Zzzz!

Insecure Inchy’s Sunday 10th January 2021, Diary

TFZeress Betty

Sunday 10th January 2021

Swedish: Söndag 10 januari 2021

00:45hrs: I was re-envigorated, (speaking loosely), back to life, with vague bits of flotsam and jetsam milling about in the brain, about the dream I’d been having. It was not enough to remember exactly what happened, but I knew I was underground, in caves possibly, and being pursued by an angry mob. That’s all, really… Oh, and I was young and fit!

A few moments later, getting my monolithic-sized stomached body free of the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner, the need for the Porcelain Throne became apparent. And it grew more urgent by the second! My swaying, butt-gripping wobble to the wet room, (I could have qualified for entry into the Ministry of Funny Walks competition) with the addition of Balance-Loss-Leslie, must have been one of the most hilarious to look at, I’ve ever done.

The jammies and PPs were almost torn off in my haste, I landed on the plastic raised bog contraption with such a bang, and I was off-target a smidge. Harold’s Haemorrhoids paid the price! The evacuation started straight away, and it flowed, for a long time, but without any interruptions, or pain! Damned messy though, and heavy bleeding too, (I assume from the poor old piles taking a battering as I plonked my bum down?) A good bit of cleaning up had to be done again. No doubt about it, Trotsky Terence is making a comeback and won the DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle) for supremacy, over Constipation Konrad.

As I turned from the washbasin after medicating and cleaning, the adventitious right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance kicked-off, with a short but brutal flailing performance. Neuropathic Pete has been overdoing the dancing over the last few days. But this time, he caused me no injuries, I was lucky enough to be in the middle of the wet room, used the sink to hold onto, and I was too far away from anything lethal to knock into or against. Also, the attack only lasted about 30 seconds, so no falling over involved either. I could not help it.

Feeling a little perkier with my having a spot of good fortune, I got the Health Checks done, the terrible ‘Hum’ became louder, a lot louder suddenly? Humph! You can’t win ’em all!

The sphygmomanometer, made in China for Boot’s, knocked back mt Smug-Mode a bit, the SYS was right up to 183, and that was just after the evacuation involuntary right leg neuropathic dancing bout. But the pulse was still lower and fine.

My Hong Kong manufactured Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading, was fine again, at 36.9°c, and in the green. The urge for a brew of Glengettie was yielded to this morning, as the Terence Toothache, didn’t feel so tender. (I am a Fool!)

I got the kettle on, opened the light & view-blocking, hard to get at to clean, new kitchen window, to take a photo of the view. The Nikon camera was not working again, so I had to use the Canon, which is not very good at taking night pictures at all. I doctored this photo on CorelDraw, to make it a little lighter.

Back to the front room and got the computer on, the tea was cool enough now, so I took the medications with it, then got down to sorting the updating of yesterdays blog. I remembered to put the nurses visit who phoned and woke me last night to inform me, she’d be calling Monday, onto the Google calendar. Got the photos uploaded from the SD card, then worked on the updating. I got it done and posted it off. Emailed the link, then Pinterested some snaps, and went on the WP Reader.

A wee-wee, then I passed some involuntary wind and wound up on CorelDraw, to create a few thought graphics for the IT. I got three done, then it was time to get the ablutions done, so I will have time to get Josie’s meal done.

Things got ridden with Confusional Conrad while I was taking the shave and shower. All memories from here have moments of lucidity, and blank periods, only a few scribbled notes to work from, in the morning?

The ablutions were a complete blank.

Found this photo.

The waste bags were gone, so I assume I made some up and added them, to those in the box and took them to the chute.

Jane rang, rang back. Cooking Josie’s and made meals at the same time, for Josie and me.

Dropped a saucepan, and also I think my dinner bowl. I woke later in the recliner, with a sharp pain in my right hip, so I may have gone over at some stage.

Delivered Josie’s nosh, found photo’s I could not remember taking.

I felt more confused, but I just plodded on, I think. I recall getting some Iceland minced beef, the fatty so-called less than 5% fat packet I started last week and froze it.

Dizzy Dennis attacked regularly, and the weariness forced me to get my head down earlier than ever before.

Found this picture from the ablutioning.

Fell asleep in the chair, woke with the right Hippy Hilda in agony, and was not sure if the door chimes went or not in my sleepy haze. I investigated and found a bag from Jenny with pickled eggs and minced beef outside the door. Bless her.

I drifted into having no idea what I was doing at this stage. I was sure I’d forgotten something.

Shattered and discombobulated as I was, I could not get back to sleep for hours, and could not think clearly, which helped me cope with the sudden sanity-testing, over-active Thought-Storms.

I seem to recall that the minced beef Chilli con carne was fatty. Thank heavens Jenny has got me some better sort for the next CCC. Thanks, Jenny, I’ll get the money down to you after the nurses have been today (Monday). So kind of you.

Not sure if I’ve missed anything out, one of my worstest periods of blank incertitudes for a long time.

Incisional Inchy’s Saturday 9th January 2021, diary

TFZers Lunchtime session

That’s the Spirit!

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Saturday 9th January 2021

Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 9 Faoilleach 2021

23:45hrs: I came back to a life of sorts, Toothache Terence was giving me some stick straight away. I cunningly heaved my pudgy, cumbrous-bellied body free of the c1968 recliner. Caught my balance, and saw the clock, and realised I’d had another good four-hours worth of blissful sleep.

But my EQ was warning me of things to come, which would be frustrating and annoying. The message was a definite one, no avoiding whatever is it! I tried to ignore it, as I was in a decent mood, even with the toothache.

I had a wee-wee using the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). Again, the first leak of the day was of the LPPPS (Long-Powerful-Persistent-Peeing-Session) style. During which, I spent the time pondering on what needed doing. Deciding, no tea yet, that would be too harmful to the teeth, and then decided to get the computer on and update the Friday blog. (I was in a semi-determined mood, a hint of determination in there somewhere too! Oh, Yes!)

As I was waiting for the obviously coming PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling), and it started to drip – the right leg started one of its infamous, adventitious right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances! A decently long affair this one was. (It felt like it, but actually, it was only about two minutes).  A sort of a cross between a one-legged Twist and the Hokey Cokey dances, Hehe!

I laugh about it now, because I was glad I avoided ending up tumbling to the floor. Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for the bucket! One heck of a long and painful job cleaning up afterwards! Good job I had plenty of air fresheners and disinfectant to use. Embarrassment-Mode-Grade-Two-Engaged! Is this what the EQ’s warning was about?

I tackled the updating of the blog, finished it and got it posted off. Sent the Email link. Visited the WordPress Reader section.

I found a problem when I went to open Excel and got messages telling me that it needs updating, with a link to do so, I left it to try later when I was ready. I made a start on this template. Then I changed my mind and clicked the update button.

The Microsoft updating stopped, and I got an error Error 0xC0000142 message.

This got me all uptight, the thought of losing all that work and reminders etc. on Excel and Word, had me on a super-downer and in a panic-mode! It went on Google for advice, with various different questions asked.

They were all extremely complicated. After two hours worth of searching, and failed with each suggestion, I found the Microsoft members site:

http://0xc0000142 Error – Solver

Bloody marvellous! Even I managed, not without the odd hiccup when I clicked the wrong option on my first effort – got the error-problem solved and working again! I put the link here, just if anyone else has the same problem with the bulti-billionaire owned Microsoft Corporation programmes, Excel and Word updates!

Why do we accept these pathetic none working updates? They charge us enough every year, con us every year, and get away with it scot-free, every year! It’s worse, for IT illiterates, and arithmophobia sufferers like wot I am! I do not mean to sound like a doryphore, but the mental agony and worry that this failure caused me to have started Duodenal Donald off, and this shouldn’t be. I read that Mr Gates has sold or given away much of his stake in Microsoft? He now owns just over 1% of shares — and has invested in a mix of stocks and other assets. That shows something about the future for Microsoft on the internet as we know it? Grrr!

But thank heavens for the IT man who offered the simplest, most straight forward advice method of curing another Microsoft cock-up! I appreciated it so much that I joined the Microsoft Community to put a message on thanking him. Cheers, Sir! It worked!

Got the ablutions done. I’d been up for over six hours, and only really dealt with Microsoft problems! (Which they made sure they were ours!) Swine!

I responded to the call to the Porcelain Throne. Marvellous, I almost enjoyed it! No bleeding, no pain and no mess! Grrreat!

An email had come in, well two actually. The first one from Microsoft, Welcoming me to their Community… Mmm!

The second email, from Iceland, with a confusing substitution. Iceland Cooked Pork Cocktail Sausages 255g, substituted with Iceland Cooked Pork Cocktail Sausages 255g? That’s interesting, I wonder if they found a packet stuck somewhere that has a short date on it, or is split open, and sent that belatedly? Hehehe!

I got the related Health Checks completed, but the SYS reading from the Chinese-made Boot’s sphygmomanometer, showed that it was back up high again, at 175. Humph! However, pulse was down from 90, to a more reasonable 80.

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer count was 36.7°c, very acceptable.

The toothache persisted, and Duodenal Donald was getting a bit naughty now.

The Nikon camera was not working again, so I had to use the Canon for the morning photograph of the view from the light & view-blocking, new kitchenette windows.

And a terrible one it was! (Kodak)

I got the medications taken and had a blast on this blog again.

My Iceland Food delivery will be ♫ Coming round the mountain ♫ shortly. Sorry about that, I got carried away there.

Off to the wet room, for getting washed and shaved, I’ll be gentle when cleaning the teeth. Very gentle! Back in a bit! Computer work saved, and I put it in ‘Sleep Mode’ – be nice if I could sometimes do that with me, Har-har!

Bit of a bad one on the shaving stakes, I used new razors. I kept thinking I stopped it bleeding, but it was a persistent little cut. Back of the neck somewhere. Why does no hair grow on top of the head, but needs shaving around the neck and earholes, beats me?

No shower, too early cause of the noise from the motor, or whatever it is.

The medicationalising went well enough. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were the calmest they’ve been for months? I’m not complaining, mind! Cartilage Kathy was giving me some stick, as Duodenal Donald continues to do. I took some extra Peptic medicine, and Paracetomals, having no extra Codeines, later on.

I did some hand washing, done, wrung and hung. Not a lot!

0615hrs, the intercom rang out and lit up, it was the Iceland delivery chap. I wedged opened the door for him. He came in, letting the outer lobby door slam behind him. That’ll help make me popular with the neighbours!

He dropped the bags inside for me. I slipped him a choice of drinkies in cans. And was off like a man on a mission! Letting the door slam to behind him again! Cringe! 

I got the few frozen things put in the freezer first. I thought I’d ordered a Chilli-Con-Carne meal, but I got a Beef Stroganoff, most likely me that got it wrong again, cause it wasn’t on the substitute list? Another Inchcock cock-up, once more, as I seem to be doing recurrently nowadays. Plinglepops!

For once the leeks they sent looked in good nick, I’ll do some when I have that Stroganoffski stuff. I called Jenny later, to check if anything barred to me was in it, I got the go-ahead to eat it from the gal ♥) Pork & Pickle mini-pies, butter, desserts, beef pasties, lemon Vienna cakes, and some vegetable Oxo cubes… oh, and the mystery mini pork sausages were put in the fridge.

The potatoes salad had two days life on it, the leek for 6 days. The pies all had 4 days of life. I’d better start eating, Heheheh!

Just a few cleaning articles, Elbow Grease washing up liquid (3 for £2.50). And more drain unblocker (£3.50), these visits to the Porcelain Thrones cost me a fortune! I should be able to get this on prescription, surely? Well, maybe not!

I made up some bags and put them in the box on the walker-guide.

I took the later medications with a deliberately, a let-go-cold mug of Glengettie (the teeth), and started back onto the creating this post.

But a few minutes into it, Duodenal Donald got worse, and I had a drink of milk and even more paracetamols. Not feeling up to much now.

Took a photo of the view with the Kodak camera, the Nikon was not working again!

Then went to have a perusal of the Nottingham Today City Council magazine. To if anything new and newsworthy was found, to let you know about. This photo above stuck out! Tsk!

I clicked on the Nottingham City Council Coronavirus link on the email, and got this message on the left come up, on the Google page?

Oh, that was a surprise! So I gave up, I don’t want any virus’s being attracted!

New cases of Coronavirus in the last week are high again, a big increase. Summat else to worry about, then!

Hello, the dreaded ‘Hum’, just like yesterday afternoon, has suddenly become much louder! Tsk! In fact, Tsk-Tsk!

The Nottinghamshire Coronavirus numbers were found, these figures are daily, not weekly.

Not good, is it?

It doesn’t bother me, of course. Ahem!

I got the meal prepped and cooked, not that it needed much, the Beef Stroganoff ready prepared, just needed 45 minutes in the oven. I added some garden peas when I served it up. I had a lemon bliss dessert for afters. I’ve never had Stronganoff before, and shall possibly try it again when the teeth get sorted out if they ever do! Although that’s how I like them normally, the beef strips were tough, but, Toothache Terence wasn’t too enamoured. Flavour rating: 6.5/10.

I put the cutlery in the sink to soak. Got changed and settled, and was soon in the land of nod… for five minutes or so, and the landline rang and flashed! I was not exactly wide awake, but I think that Matron is calling to see me on Monday, or, it might have been an INR nurse telling me she’d be calling on me, for the blood-taking on Monday. I’d scribbled, Nurse Monday, 09:00 > 13:00, on the notepad.

I cannot recall much about it, but I’m sure I drifted off again and had a dream, summat to do with being in an underground cave again, being chased? Woke up, passed wind, and wanted a wee-wee…

There’s no rest for the wicked, is there? Haha!

Indeterminate Inchy’s Friday 8th January 2021 diary

Hello, hello, what’s all this then? Hehehe!

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Friday 8th January 2021

01:35hrs: I woke with a start, something, possibly a noise I imagine, has stirred me from my slumber – and it had to be investigated in case it was an alarm, something collapsing, or an alien invasion. Haha! I forced my ailing elephantine body form the recliner and had a wander around. But I found nowt suspicious, maybe I was dreaming of something, but I have no memories of having any nocturnal dreams? 

Mind you, it has been known for me to have tiny bits of nightmares occasionally come back to me during the day. Of course, if there is not a notepad and pencil handy at the time, smatterings of the dream dissipate before I can get to record them on paper. I wonder if any of you out there have this problem?  

Ah, well, at least it got me up and hobbling around. The toothache woke up simultaneously as I did (Ah, maybe that is what made me wake up suddenly?) I had the customary morning wee-wee, and it was a powerful one this time. With the teeth being so painful, no tea had an uncooled drink of spring water with a squirt of lime juice in it, I thought it would be less hurtful than hot tea – I was wrong! Tsk!

I put the computer on and got the camera card to upload last nights photographs to finish off the Thursday blog. The Microsoft Photo importer was not working, so I used CorelDraw to get to them on the external ‘F’ drive. Simple enough, it worked on the fourth attempt! Grugglekronks!

I pressed on, grinding away, cursing Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters when they let me down, and found time for the odd prayer for the toothache to ease off. Oh, and about five wee-wees, which had turned into the even weaker ones, but with pre and after dribbling! At long last, I got the blog down and posted.

The teeth were still too painful for me to risk a hot drink, despite my wanting one, the craving had to wait.

Into the kitchen to make a spring water bottle up, and took a photo of the lingering fog outside.

Back to Computer Cameron, and sent the email link off. Then Pinterested a couple of pictures, and onto Facebook updating, which took some time. Went on the WordPress Reader, and as I did, the oddest of noises was heard as it was today, like a metallic scuffling, crunching sound again. I ignored it, but I made a note of the time, it was 04:40hrs, seemed to be coming from above the flat?

Tim Price said about taking the Health Checks later on after I’d been to the Porcelain Throne, it might bring the HP down. As I thought this to myself, the need for the Throne arrived! Spot on time! Off to the wet room, I limped.

As I got myself seated, the urge and need to evacuate seemed tp lose interest completely? I got the crossword book out, and…

Finished a Crossword Puzzle! Swank & Smug Modes Adopted! Admittedly, there were only about five clues left to get, but I’d been trying for ages, today, I solved them all bar one I had to cheat on. But at least I don’t think I would ever have got the answer. So quickly, in five to ten minutes or so. That cheered me up, I’ve been doing that puzzle for months determined to get it done, shame about that one clue, Tsk!

The torpedo suddenly started escaping, massive it was again, messy as well, but that didn’t matter to me, the lack of any pain at all was a morale boost! Honestly!

I began to whistle and hum songs to myself, as I was cleaning up, but as soon as I saw the TP, red, a deep red and lots of it – I went from joyous to jejune (I think tat’s the word, I’ll check it later), in a few seconds. 

This did not look the usual colour from Haemorrhoid Harold’s clan, and it had run down the legs? But at the back of my mind, I think just perhaps with taking so many Paracetamol, thanks to the cock-up from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the launderette and pub, near the Lidl store, not sending any Codeines – and the toothache making me eat Paracetamols like peanuts, this may be affecting the blood. Cause the INR level fell this last week, no, this last Monday. What am I rambling on about? Pass!

I took the medications and started the Health Checks. The SYS has at long last, come down a bit, to 159. Far better than the160’s and 180’s it’s been lately. The pulse had tumbled as well, from 92 down to only 72!

The 哈尔滨仙帝非接触式温度计, that’s the Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, (I asked Mr Google -Simplified Chinese) gave another good reading in the green, of 36.8¨c.

So, all in all, there were pluses and minuses today, up to now. Collectively, for the most part, with everything taken into account, by and large, and weighed-up, at the end of the day; taking into consideration that I’m not fully in control of the mind this morning, the apatheticness, of which I am renowned for,  and the toothache, I’d better ring the Doctor. Hehehe!

I decided to see what was available for me to gormandise on, for brekkers. The Chicken and cheese pasty, that Iceland had substituted for the beef pasty, ly there in the fridge, dried, curled up puff pastry leaving crumbs all over the moment I touched it, tempted me. That’s all I had, just the pasty.

I got it in the oven heating up, went for a wee-wee, and heard the metal scraping noise again? I plodded out of the door to listen where it was coming from, but it stopped. A mystery this is. I wonder if anyone else has heard it?

I got the chicken pasty out and not a plastic plate wit high edges (to catch the crumbs), and returned to the computer, so I could eat the nosh with the plate in an open drawer while typing this blog. You’ve got to admit, I sure do get some stupid ideas!

And all credit to Iceland, their substitutions are slowly getting as bad as Morrisons and Sainsbury’s. Obviously, that was a joke, no other shop could ever be as bad as that pair of substitutionally-insane stores. However, they did manage to sell a short-dated, split packaged, foul-tasting, sickening crap, chicken Pastie, that no doubt they would have had to throw away – I can’t imagine anyone buying another one once they have tasted their first one! Of course, poor old sods like me who can’t get out to buy any food can be sent them in their order as a substitute… I’ve just proved that… Spit!  Mind you. I ate it all, didn’t I? All four-ounces of it!

Ablutionisationing time arrived later today. The right leg had lost a lot of fluid content, was still pale, Clopidogrel marks were returning. The old ankle ulcer was getting a smidge, more colourful methinks. A new, mark or two developing. The Throne evacuation was messy, but not soft. If that makes sense. But virtually pain-free.

Hours spent on doing this blog, until, the sudden arrival of hunger!

I dug out the last part-pack of chips from the freezer, opened a tin of boczek and peas, and sliced a few tomatoes for a nosh. And a pot of lemon mousse.

Apart from the chips, that were terrible, the tomatoes being bitter, and the boczek being terribly fatty, the peas and lemon dessert,  tasted alright. Flavour-rating; 3/10, shame that!

I can’t recall owt after that, but I woke up in the recliner later.

Incurable Inchcock, Thursday 7th January 2021, Diary

TFZer Battles the Virus!

Thursday 7th January 2021

Macedonia: Четврток, 7 Jануари 2021 година

23:55hrs: I stirred back into imitation life, passed the seemingly regulatory blast of wind as the innards rumbled away. Up and out of the recliner with little difficulty, this morning, caught my balance and passed an FBL (Forceful-Blasting-Lengthy) style wee-wee in the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), and off to the kitchen to make a brew of Glengettie tea.

Moving with such ease that it almost had me worried?

I got the kettle on and took a photograph of the morning view, from the light & view-blocking new kitchenette windows.

As I was closing the window, the ailment free start to the day soon ended—the adventitious right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance kicked-off. I think I may have dented the cupboard door with my right patella as it slammed into the door a couple of times! It was only a short fling, but was enough to leave me with BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and CKC (Cathy’s-Knee-Cartilage) giving me some gip! When I made and took the first sip of tea, the toothache started as well!

Judging by the warm wet sensation in the PPs, I think that Little Inches fungal lesion had been pulled in the dance and was bleeding. Off to the wet room, to find this was so. Ten minutes, and much discomfort later, I’d cleaned things, washed and medicated and got fresh PPs on. I was a smidge more unoptimistic for the day, now!

I got the computer booted up to load last nights photos, and the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so back to the wet room. (The most used room this morning, Haha!)

Oh my, oh my, and Wowser! I settled, and with no signs of any movement, I got the crossword book out, I’d got one answer written in, and the evacuation began, with little effort from me. A big torpedo again, yet amazingly. No pain and no bleeding! Damned messy though! Cleaned up (again) and back to the computer.

The tea had gone cold of course, so off to make another one, Co-op 99 this time. I did the Health Checks while waiting for the water to boil. The sphygmomanometer results were not good. SYS up to 181 and the pulse up to 92! I’d hoped things were getting better with the SYS, the last few were 162, 168, 167 and now this, 181? Tsk!

The Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer gave a better reading of 36.8°c and was back in the green waiting range colour.

The tea had gone cold again, so off to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana. I saw the Morrison substituted can of chilli-con-carne, and pondered on what to have for my nosh later on. The Stagg and a tin of beans of some sort, I’ve plenty to choose from bean-wise. Might add some tomatoes, onions and make a drop of gravy to go in as well. Then again, knowing my dithering, dilly-dallying and tergiversation, it may be something else I decide on by the time I’m ready to start the cooking?

I got back to the computer and started updating the Wednesday post. But drinking the tea was just too painful with the toothache.

Got the post finished in a couple of hours. Some odd noises while I was doing it, from somewhere above the flat? Hard to describe, though. A sort of rattling come tap-tapping sound? And the flaming ‘Hum’ was slowly getting so much louder.

I posted off the blog. Emailed the link, Pinterested some snaps, and went on Facebooking catch-up.

I went on the CorelDraw and used the photo that Brother-in-law Pete had emailed about his hair growing and him being in remission (Marvellous!), to make a humour graphic. I hope he likes it and gets a laugh from it. Hahaha! Well done, Pete!

Carried on with the Facebooking. Then went on the WordPress Reader, ended up sorting and answering the comments.

Several more wee-wees was taken, but they had, just like yesterday, have gone down to the weak WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style.

As I got up to have another wee, BPB and CC were both still protesting about the earlier involuntary right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, in no uncertain terms. By hurting, a lot! Hahaha!

Spotted a card had come through the letterbox. Royal Mail seems I have a parcel at their depot, they can’t deliver it cause there is some money to pay to cover short postage. Is this a con-job? Mmm!

I’ll ask someone what they think if I ever get to see anyone.

The fog and mist were freezing, as I opened the window to try to take some snaps of the weather wintery weather, well, it is January. (See how quick I was there? Haha)

I looked further into what to dine on today. And got the meal prepped, far too early in the day, but I carried on with it. I opened the can of Kala Chana beans, drained them and tasted some of them. They were okay tastewise and soft enough to risk with the damned toothache.

That’s the toothache that the dentist told me, is nothing to worry about! Nothing for her to worry about maybe! Swine!

I put some mixed Oxo in with the beans and got them into the saucepan. (That’ll be the one I burnt, last night) Sliced some tomatoes and onions, and I added them to the pan and gave everything a joy-good stirring up, all ready to just warm up later. What, do yer think? I do hope it comes out alright.

Well, on the last template now. So I need to get at least one made up for tomorrow. So, I had to make some graphics up. Onto CorelDraw and did so. A long job. Got the needed graphics finished at long last. Making the templates is another long job, but that will have to wait until I get the ablutions sorted out. Back in a bit, I hope!

I’m back. Everything,  (well, not BPB or Toothache Thomas, but other than these) went spiffingly, ablution-wise. My recently acquired acrasia was all calm for once. Why? I’ve no idea! The total dropsies were only about half-a-dozen. Not a single Balance-Brain, or Dizzy Dennis attack! Only two tiny cuts shaving! After drying off without incident, and medicationalisationing so comfortably, I was tempted to hang on in the wet room for a while for some calamity to happen, I felt it must come, but it didn’t. Hehehe!

I set about getting the templates started. And boy, did take me a while. The template log looked like this when I started, just the actual templates to make up now I have all the graphics done and ready now.


No interruptions, I got belting at it… Seven hours later, I got it finished! 

I kept checking on the CCC (Chilli-Con-Carne) in the saucepan as I put the heat back on. I tasted some, it was a little stong for me, but I liked it. The new beans seem to go well with all the other stuff I added to this aromatic, veritable nosh.

I took a couple more photographs of the evening view, to the accompaniment of Herberts, banging and scuffing.

Then I served up the meal and got the saucepan etc. washed quickly. As I mentioned earlier, it was a tad strong, but as I ate it, I began not to notice it so much. No bread was eaten with it, just a lemon dessert afterwards. The flavour rating given was 7.9/10, well praiseworthy. But, I kept spilling the liquid down my front and dirtying the quilt. Humph!

I got up and washed the things up. I was getting proper cold again in the flat. Well, it does if some idiot keeps opening the window to take photographs. Chuckle! 

No Thought Storms again, as I settled in the c1968 recliner. Put theTV on, but didn’t see any of it, for Sweet Morpheus came so easily. Not surprising really, as it was three hours passed my usual head-down time.

The peace lasted for four hours then something, perhaps a noise of some sort (I think), had me springing awake. I had to do a search for the cause of whatever it was that disturbed my slumber, nothing found. By then, I’d stubbed my toe, walked into the door frame, and needed a wee-wee… Tsk! So, stayed up and got the updating done on this blog.

Incalescent Inchcock, Tuesday 5th January 2021

♥ TFZer Making her morning eggs, with help ♥

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Tuesday 5th January 2021

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 5ed Ionawr 2021

00:10hrs: I stirred back into an imitation of the absurdity of life, and involuntarily passed wind. The couple of rumbles from the innards, then I grappled with my substantive, overly-sufficient, superabundant, unweildly, flobby-bellied body, and got up on my feet, painfully this time, due to CC (Cartilage Cathy) being very tender underneath the right kneecap area, for some unknown reason. Caught my balance, and was about to go to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), and realised I didn’t need one!

Well, well, that’s the first time I have woken up for months, not wanting a wee-wee? This threw me off kilter a bit!

I tore off the plaster on the arm from the blood taking, to find another new thing, the arm vein seems to have bled a little, which is no surprise of course, but the blood under the skin looked a little pinkish. Mmm? Of course, it could be my eyes, with me being colour blind on reds, maybe.

I was at a loss, with the brain wanting to wee-wee, but the body, not. So, I got on with the Health Checks, hoping for better results today. But the Sphygmomanometer showed that the SYS had crept back up a tiny bit, at 166. A shame that I thought it was getting lower, as well. Thunderhopesdie! and the flipping pulse was up, to 97 bpm! Can’t win!

Then the body temperature on the thermometer, came up in the warning-orange colour in the background, at 37.5°c.

Disappointing results, to say the least.

Made a brew of Glengettie, I and cracked on with the updating of yesterdays blog.

Loaded the photographs from last night. Took me a long time, but I got there in the end.

When I came across a picture of the funny cartoon. I got sidetracked, giving me an idea to copy and use it as a page topper, and I made it on CorelDraw and Paint.

Posted the diary to WordPress. Emailed the link. And went on Facebook catch-up. Then had a perusal of the WordPress Reader. When closing it down, the ‘Hum’ seemed to get a smidge less loud?

I started this blog going, but could not get caught up with it, as the Morrison (The Substitute Experts) are due, twixt 08:00>09:00hrs. Had to stop to get the ablutions seen to early, too early to use the noisy shower. But it went fairly well. All done, I made a brew of 99 tea, and back onto the computer, I went.

An email had come in from Morrisons (The Substitute Experts), with a list of what had been substituted, Cunningly, they had not put the amounts of substitutes or missing goods? So I’ll investigate later to see if they have.

The tea had gone cold (Fancy that!) I went to wash the mug, and for some unrealised reason, all of the lights outside seemed to be so much brighter than they usually are. It could just be Saccades Sandra or the achromatopsia. The scene looked beautiful to me, even though it wasn’t an outstanding photograph.

The Morrison (The Substitute Experts), deliveryman ran the intercom. Like lightning, he was soon up at the door with the groceries. Put them through the door for me, and was off, after refusing a canned topple in thanks—nice chap, friendly enough. I got the stuff put away, rather swiftly, I boast! For, I wanted to get to see about sorting the substitutes and missing goods.

I donned my Sherlock Holmesian mode and checked on the Substitute and Missing items.

No disposable Bic-1 or 2 razors. The spring water subbed with Morrisons own brand. The 50p vinegar, substituted by a bottle three times bigger.

The really nasty one for me was the Morrisons Savers Chilli Con Carne, I suspected this might happen, but took a chance (Will I ever learn? No!), and ordered four cans, at 90p each, with these being my favourites taste-wise. But no, they send me two cans of the highest priced Chilli they sell, which is too strong for my palate, at – £5.70! Fungleboggles! Gruffungrobblings! and Grumbleclonkackers!

I’d love to pop down to see them, and have a gentle little pow-wow with them, and explain the problems they have and still do cause me, on every order I can a get a slot for. I’m sure they would understand…

I made some brekkers. Savoury, of course. The tiny cheese and pickle pork pies from Iceland are deliciously tangy, and for once I could taste a bit of it. Which makes me think that the taste-buds are regaining their flavour-appreciating days if old. Yeehaa! Oops! Sod-it, I’ve set the tooth-ache off again, now! Serves me right for the naughty thoughts I’d just had. Hehehe! Oh, I’ve just seen a face in the crisps in the photo. A bit like a lions head, or apes maybe.

Out of sheer spite, I did an order with Sainsbury. They are as bad with substitutes when I forget to mark think as no substitute. Like the wrong size PP’s (Protection Pants) being sent, and the Soda Bread being substituted with pikelets! Tsk! But I made sure this time, that I ticked everything almost as no substitute. Not the milk and bread cause that wouldn’t matter so much… mind you, even they are likely to send disinfectant as a substitute for bread.

I’ll find out when the delivery arrives. An email arrived to confirm the order, for next Tuesday 12th January, twixt 06:30 > 07:30hrs.

I opened the YourArea news sheet, the first news was not very good at all, Coronvirus figures!

The next item was:

A teenager was taken to hospital with a reported gash to his head after masked men allegedly attacked him in his home. Police say a 15-year-old boy suffered stab wounds to his eye, leg and head during the incident. His injuries have since been described as not life-altering.

There were photographs of Nottingham, yesterday, the first day of the new lockdown.

More stabbings, arrests for parties, sop much crime. It depressed me a bit. So, I got some bags sorted out to take to the bins and chute.

I dropped the small bags down the chute. Took the recycling bag and box down to the caretaker’s place, and back up to drop the bag off at Jenny’s. Found the INR results had been posted on the way out. That was quick this week, the day after the blood taking!

 I took a photo of the overloaded trolley, it had the box, two carrier bags and the bag was full of waste bags, it was a battle not to lose anything just getting it out of the door.

Somehow, this photo, one of my betterer ones, of course, it had to be, didn’t it? Had gotten lost from the SD card into the ether. At times I could cry when this happens, Hehehe! I know it went on, I recall looking at it on the viewer and being so chuffed with myself at the quality of it… Grumph Gnash, and Grangleclomps!

I went straight down in the lift with the all of the bags boxes and trolley-walker. And was going down to Jenny’s floor, when I realised I’d forgotten to drop the small bags into the waste chute!

Then, annoyed with myself, I forgot to press Jenny’s floor number, and went down to the ground floor!

The worker lads were busy working on the final upgrading before their lunch or maybe just starting after having their din-dins. I gave them a cheery ‘Are you all okay, lads?’ But either, they didn’t hear me due to the facemask, or they were keen to get the job done. Hehe!

I took these terrible photos of the lift lobby to my left and right. But of course, these stayed on the SD card, Huh!

As I walked out through to the front door, the box on top of the trolley was slipping off the top of the trolley-walker, all I did was grab it, it wasn’t heavy, and put it back between the handlebars… But, this was enough to set of BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda), and she’s been hurting ever since, and was as I finally got my head down on the recliner in the flat, a couple of hours or so later! All a part of ‘The mysteries of ‘Woodthorpe Court’. The mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, extraterrestrials, spectres. gnomai, phantasms, ghost, succubuses, the grotesque succubae, fata morganas and ectoplasms that have been sent to taunt, irritate and poke mullock at Inchcock! (And very successful they are, too!)

I put the box and behemothic recycling bag near the bins. Offered a cheery, “Good afternoon, I hope things are going alright for you”, to Robert. Then made my way back into the building, nobody about, and up in the lift to Jenny’s floor. Dropped the bag near her door, I don’t think the bell is working, but I pressed it, and knocked on the door, back to the elevator and back up to the 12th floor.

As I started readying the food, I realised that the taste-buds had gone again. I’m confused (which is my usual state, I suppose nowadays, Tsk!), about this tasting problem. I’d had about three days tasting nothing, or things tasted different to usual, then yesterday my appetence for food returned. However, the linguae were not working properly, I did eat a meal.

Now, suddenly things have gone back to an almost non-desire for food, I forced myself to make a small snack. I deliberately had some of my favourite foods. The Walls sausages, Irish potato farls, tomatoes, a pickled egg, Marmite cheese disc, and a Bliss lemon dessert. So disappointing, when I couldn’t eat it all, there was only a small amount as well, but the waste bin bag got most of it, Hehehe! For the first time ever, some of the lemon dessert was left uneaten!

My craving for food has been eliminated, I’m eating far less and throwing more away than ever. What I’m managing to eat, tastes nothing like it used to. And for some reason, the spring water mixed with Jif lime, lemon or orange cordial, is more appealing and I’m guzzling down a fair amount of it?

If this cold whatever it is, doesn’t get better soon, and the taste-buds reactivate soon, I may get depressed, you know. Hunglegrumps!

Got the pots washed, then I got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner, and turned on the telly.

After a couple of hours waiting for Sweet Morpheus to arrive, and battling the Thought-Storms, I noticed a Kitchen Nightmare programme was starting in the box. I managed to watch it up until the adverts came on… ZZZ!

Incrementally Inept Inchy, Monday 4th January 2021

♥ TFZer Shirley – With her fans! ♥

Sadly Missed!


Monday 4th January 2021

Icelandic: Mánudaginn 4 Lanúar 2021

01:35hrs: In slow motion this morning, the gradual renewal of consciousness arrived, with the brain working straight away! Not very well, a little confused, but activated! Facts, worries, fears etc. soon started milling about in my poor battered mind. Yes, it was a Thought-Storm!

As the toothache got peskier with me, I realised I’d had six-hours-kip! Albeit fragmented, the total was the longest for many weeks. The lack of taste, coughing, and then the blasted-loud ‘Hum’ came to mind. Luckily, the need for the traditional early-waking-wee-wee arrived to break the thoughts.

Disentangling myself from the grotty, £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, sickenly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner, was far easier for some reason… oh yes, the urgent need for the wee-wee possibly? Another half-hearted effort, of the UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety, this time with a lot of annoying PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble).

I went to the wet room to clean things up, giving the door frame a fair whack on the way in. I may have muttered something along the lines of “Well, fancy that!”

Not the slightest desire for a mug of tea, that worried me a bit. I got the made in China Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer used. And got a fair result at 36.3°c, a bit down on yesterdays 36.6°c, but it did feel colder all around this morning, Brrr!

The £38.99 Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer readings showing that the SYS at 162, was the same as yesterday. If I remember right. Still a smidge high, but it always has been for months now. The annoying thing is that whenever a medical professional takes the BP, the Sys is around 145? Even doing so with the same machine!

A new pain, just under the left nipple on my chest, started up. I don’t think it’s Duodenal Donald or Anne Gyna? The End is Nigh! Well, hopefully, not. Hehehe!

As I was about to start the blog updating, I needed to divert to the Porcelain Throne, which I did. There felt like no rush, though, as it proved when I got down on the Throne. The indications were that the DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle) between Trotsky Terence and Constipation Konrad, was going to be a different result this time, a victory for Constipation Konrad. And it was! After the torpedo had wedged itself solid, getting the motion started, I needed a lot of effort and input. It took ages before it began moving again. The pain was maybe on a 5/10 on the agony-scale, so not too bad. Not messy at all, solid and the largest dollop that flushing three times failed to clear away!

I added some bleach, toilet cleaner and the last of the sink-unblocker liquid then poked a stick down into the water, left it a few minutes and tried a fourth time at flushing… Nope, it didn’t have it! 

I put more bleach in (and got the rear end cleaned, there were just a few blood spots). After each flush, I refilled the tank with the jugs of water from the sink, to hasten the process. I lost count of how man times I refilled and reflushed the tank, and eventually, it looked alright, but I had no confidence and would check it later. Writing this reminded me, and I went to have a look!

Shit! The evacuated product is back up in the bowl again! Another hour lost, unplugging, refilling, flushing, and still, I’m not sure it’s all gone. I’ll leave it, and keep an eye on it, not that I can much more, while I get the ablutions done. Retirement they call it, huh! Never been busier!

I got the blog finished, emailed the link, went on Facebooking, then the WP Reader. I was getting a tad confused at this time.

I turned off the computer to cool down and got the ablutions seen too. The Blood nurse is coming anytime after 08:00hrs. But, yet again, my woolliness, tergiversation of mind activated, and I ended up hand-washing the maroon zip-up jacket, instead. But not before taking this photo of the moon. Tsk! More indecisiveness to the fore! I suppose as a shilly-shallying persons go, I must be the cream? Hehehe! 

Blimus O’Reilly, and Dangnationables! I got in the wet room, and the evacuated content was coming back up into the toilet bowl again! I spent even longer than the last time trying to clear things! I got the stick to try to reach and break up the torpedo again, the stick broke. Flushed and refilled the tank several times, to many to count, put bleach down it, toilet cleaner, disinfectant, more bleach, and still it kept coming back up!

Many more flushes and tank refills later, I’d tried the last of the drain unblocker and put mould removal in as well! I’m praying it will keep clear this time, but the water keeps turning a light brown after a minute or so of flushing! I’m fed up with it now! Sulking-Mode engaged!

At last, I got the ablutions started: No showering, it’s too early for that with the noise. The session was off to a bad start, as the toothache was worsened by the Detox toothpaste cleaning. Dropsies three.

Aha, bit if good luck with this. Fair enough there were five or six dropsies, but there were only the two cuts! The medicating went well also, no complaints, and only three dropsies!

As I was getting the new PPs on, I lost balance; but I did not go down this time. Luckily I fell towards the door, which very unfortunately set of SSS with her shoulder-shuddering. Yer, can’t win ’em all!

 Then, I noticed the colour of the water in the toilet bowl. Scrapbongles! Brown! So, I flushed and refilled a few times, no success. I had a go at poking with another stick, without any luck. A damned good job I had plenty of bleach in, cause I poured a full bottle in, and left it to hopefully work, while I got dressed.

Back to have a look, reflushed and refilled the tank, and waited. I’m still not sure it worked, but at that moment it was almost clear. I can get depressed, you know!

I took this shot with the Canon camera. Then put the kettle on, it’s about time I tried a mug of Glengettie.

More out of habit than really needing or wanting one. The taste-buds going on strike is a puzzle to me. Back to the computer, and booted it up, and downloaded some photographs. Not that the Microsoft Photo thing was working again. I’ve found that when the One-Drive photo thing refuses to recognise the SD card, if I go on CoralDraw, and import, sometimes the F-Drive comes up, and I load from there, as it was today. If I leave the SD card in the drive, sometimes, anything from 2 minutes to an hour later, the One-Drive crap opens and reads the card? Farcical!

As I was uploading the pictures, the intercom flashed. It was the Vampir Nurse, bless her, Caroline; I think her name is. I pressed the admit button, and the gal was up and in the door within two minutes!

A nice natured gal. She did not mess about getting the blood taken, but she had the nouse to chinwag while doing it.

This was marvellous for me, after seeing nobody, and going chinwagless for several days now. Apart from Josie, of course. Who, I am the proud Sunday Chef for, and someone for her to wake up nearly every week. Haha! Bless her!

Caroline soon had me sorted out, and with a part-armful of blood, she went to leave. But I wasn’t having her go without a treat of a can of plonk of her choice. Being her first port-of-call so as to put it, I could understand her rushing a bit, to try and make a good start to the day.

I took the belated morning medications and back on the computer to update this blog.

Doing the pleasing job of CorelDraw graphics was still needed, so I had a quick look at the comments and then got on with it. Three hours later, the wariness dawned, a bit later than usual – that’ll be because I was enjoying doing the graphics for the blog templates. Unfortunately, I still have some more to do yet. But I made progress with them.

Feeling not so bad now, I feel up to some chilli-con-carne, I’ll do some cobs in the oven to go with the CCC.

I’ll be back in the morning, or later this evening to update things. TTFNski.

Tuesday 01:30hrs: I’m back, updating.

I got the Chilli-Con-Carne can in the saucepan and added some Squid Sauce (Anchovy),  made some gravy and added it with the garden peas. O actually felt I could manage this, at last, I felt hungry again. I’ve not been sop desiderate over a meal in weeks, I just hope to eat it and enjoy it. It looked like it was well-eatable to me.

I put the rolls in the oven, to find one single one in there from yesterday, that had now been cooked twice. Haha! Ah. Well, at least I was still feeling hungry, but not for that cob, of course.

I got the meal served up in the basin and the cobs on the tray. Down in the recliner, put the TV on to watch, got ‘The Bunker’ showing on TV film on, and started to wallow in the food, and enjoy the film. Peace, contentment and satisfaction, great!

The landline light flashed, oh, dearie me, what timing. I fought my way out of the recliner without any Accifaupas and got to answer the phone in time before it rang off.

T’was the Doctors surgery receptionist, with the results of the INR test, and new dosages. The INR level was down to 1.7, and she checked that I had any loaded in-date,  Enoxaparin hypos in stock. I told her I had about eight 80mg needles in hand. (I’m not sure how I knew this but felt sure I was right I was wrong as it happens, Humph!) The patient nice receptionist gave me the new dosages for Warfarin.

Which was massively increased, considering the 1.7 level, I thought. Tonight 3, Tue 2.5, Wed 3, Thurs 2.5, Fri 2.5, Sat 3, Sun 2.5. And she will arrange a blood test for Monday, 12th January. The blood will be that thin, I anticipate Little Inchies fungal lesion, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids to be bleeding well after a couple of days. Maybe I could use the Warfarin intake as my main meal for a few days? Hehehe! I thanked the kind lady.

Putting these details on the calendar, I noted that someone from the DVT, Warfarin Anticoagulation team will be contacting me tomorrow? I can’t remember this being arranged, or happening? I made notes of the details of the call.

Back to the now gone cold, Chilli-con-carne, but I still ate it all up. Although the last session, I didn’t enjoy so much. Lost the plot in the film, turned it off, and put some radio music on instead.

Which I think helped me to nod-off. Cause I got five hours sleep in! Grrreat!