Inchcockski – Sat 29 Feb 2020: Chinwaggless, mentally malfunctioning & trying day!

2020 Feb 29

2020 tttFeb29

Saturday 29th February 2020

Danish: Lørdag 29. Februar 2020

00 Feb 29

GM0400:05hrs: I stirred into ersatz life with a Thought-Storm. But I think the frontal and parietal lobes were at odds with each other, and one of them refused to get involved? Hehe! For it was all over in a minute or so? Then the noise from outside caught my wandering attention. Not, for once, the ‘Hum’, but the wind and rain hitting the windows. (Mind you, the horrible hum returned as soon as the rain stopped later!) Storm Jorge, I presume? This tells me that the reason for the ‘Hum’, unknown to man and science, is related to the weather and or atmosphere? I considered emailing the Government to advise them of my thought? No, maybe not.

The old brain has kicked back into action again! I’d better take things slowly today. Not that there’s much choice, though. I’ve got tons to catch up with on the Computerisationing side. Mind you, Saturday’s are the best day for it, I don’t usually see anyone, so I decided to remove my heavily-ladened stomach and body from the rickety recliner and get on with things. A trace of willpower and determination crept in there – steady on, Inchy! Careful now!

I was caught out by my unsteadiness when I rose to grab the stick. But it didn’t last for long, thankfully. A took a couple of paces, and the innards started to rumble and grumble, so I diverted from the kitchen to the wet room. 

It was a good job that I did! The evacuation once again started of its own accord! I must tell the Doctor about this on my next visit for the test results. However, the session was one of the easiest and least painful I’d had in weeks, no messiness either! I reckon today, that has already shown up some changes, differences and surprises, is going to be a day of them?

7Sun02As I was making my first essential, crucial, vital, imperative brew of Glenghettie Gold tea, I noticed the lack of stinging from the right legs Sock-Glide injuries. So, I whipped down the jammie-bottoms and took a look, then this photo of them. It’s amazing how things seem to 7Sun04clear up so quickly on the right side of the body lately. Great stuff!

Got the medications out, took them with spring water and then mashed the tea.

It seemed to be going okay this morning. Which, of course, made me get my Worry-Bonnet on. It’s not Kosher for things to go well for me, almost paranormal! I tried to enjoy things while they lasted, but an irritating uncomfortableness and expectancy of failure, misunderstandings and/or cock-ups lingered! I can’t help it!

WD 0.0.128A I had another determined deep time-consuming search for the collapsable walking stick, but no luck. I wonder if I gave it to someone? Did I break it? Anyroad, I decided to buy another one. Went on Amazon. I also ordered a long picker-upperer at the same time. Both to be delivered on Sunday. Hopefully, the same thing won’t happen to either again this time. I’ll try not to lose this collapsable walking-stick, keep it in the trolley-walker. And the picker-upper, I will try not to leave where the walking stick goes, then I won’t mistake it for a walking-stick, get a dizzy-on and break it falling over! (Life can be a challenge you know. [Cry of sarcastic, mirth!])

WDP 1LbI eventually got around to computerisationing! It felt like I’d been up for hours already… hang-on, I had! Tsk! I started on the Friday blog updating. It took me a few hours with all the photos I’d made. But my persistency paid off, and it was finally finished and posted off!

I made another brew and got the mushroom in the crock-pot with some black-bean sauce, sea salt, and a drop of Balsamic vinegar as flavourings added. 

Herbert above did a bit of banging about, but no complaints, it took my mind temporarily off of the renewed howling of the ‘Hum’! Grrr! 

I then made up a pictorial post with chronically bad rhyming comments. This took hours as well. But, I do enjoy it as long as someone gets a laugh, even a smile out of them. Sent that off as well.

Inchies Wet Walk in Nottingham

On to the WordPress Reader. Then a few comments. Next on TFZer Facebooking and putting on photographs. Getting late now, the fatigue is setting in.

I’ll get the nosh sorted out. The plan is, if all works out, Rice with BBQ seasoning, and mushrooms with garden peas. I’ll see if I have any meat to go with it.

Back in a bit… I hope…

No meat in stock, hang on, I’ve got some frozen sausages in the fridge, I’ll use them! Hangeth on again, I’ve not done a top graphic and template for tomorrow yet. Better get on CorelDrawing. Dearie dearie me, no rest!

Gorrit dun at last! On wiv the fodder preparation!

6Sat24A messy job, with lots of pots and pan cleaning afterwards. But, worth it, despite how weary and done-in I felt. The rice I’d flavoured with Hoisin and BBQ seasoning, added garden peas, the mushrooms (cooked with black bean sauce), and some black beans. Sausages from the freezer, a pot of lemon fool, and wallah!

I really did enjoy it. Taste Rating: 7/10.

I went to finish off the soaking saucepans, cutlery and bits with the dish.

WDP 003cWD 0.0.128A I suppose it was inevitable, what with having such an almost Whoopsiedangeplop-free day up to now. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed at just the wrong time, a bowl of dirty washing up water ended up, over me, the sink unit and the floor! It was a grind sorting things out and mopping, during which Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna burst into tormenting life! It was not a good situation at all. I’d got Toothache Tim as well coming on, and my mood sank into a depth of… well, dejection, a strong sense that I can do nothing right, and am worthless.

WDP 001 LbWD 0.0.128AThen the Thought -Storming started: Disrespect of myself, the new ailments, an inability to see how I’m going to cope, no one to talk to, no time to get things done, past indiscretions and mistakes… Oh, yes, they were all flowing into the brain-box tonight!

WDP 003a7Sun05WD 0.0.128A After I’d completed the cleaning up, I was stood leaning against the four-pronger-stick, looking out at the unwelcoming skies and sinking even further into the quagmire of negativity. The brain, I think went into neutral, in rejection of my pathetically inept thoughts perhaps? I took this photograph without really realising why. Maybe the brain told me to, in an effort for me to see how weak and confused I had suddenly become?

The mind was floating from one subject to another, none of them encouraging. Then, like turning on the light-switch, the rumbling, grumbling and stinging came from the innards. Ah, the Porcelain Throne was needed! So, I swapped walking sticks and visited the wet room. Now, my changing to the wooden stick first, was surprising, in the state my brain was, I still remembered about the times I had tripped over the four-pronger in the past when visiting the Porcelain.

WDP 10LWD 0.0.128A I got settled on the Throne, and for the first time in several days, the evacuation did ‘Not’ start on its own! I had regained control! This made me feel a little more confident, and I brightened up a tad. Painful, yes, but these movements always are for me, and with a bit of effort, I forced things along. I was feeling rather good now! Not up to Smugness-Mode yet, but an improvement on how I felt ten-minutes ago. Then I discovered a lot of bleeding going on from the rear-end. Any worries eased, when I realised it was via Harold’s Haemorrhoids, so no panic Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was not leaking! Cleaning things up, washed, medicated with the Germolene and Anusol creams, and changed PPs, getting the night attire on at the same time.

I exited the wet room, feeling terribly guilty at me getting myself in a pickle and depressed earlier on, in the first place.

I got settled in the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner, that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. He searched for my valuables, which he found and stole.

WD 0.0.128A Within seconds of turning on the TV to see what was on offer, and my woolgathering, dithering mind decided it could not recall if I had turned off the kitchen and wet room taps, cooker etc. and I just had to get up again to make sure things were okay. Which was a flipping good thing I did! I’d left the light on in the wet room, and the tap on in the kitchen! Phew!

I got back down in the grungy-beige-coloured, none-working recliner. Turned off the TV, feeling confident that feeling so weary now, I’d soon nod-off. But again, sleep was not coming quickly. But my usually aggravating peace of mind was more relaxed now, even with the frustration of not nodding off! Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Fri 28 Feb 2020: Out in the wind, ‘wet-you-through’ rain to photographicalise. A mind-testing day!

2020 Feb 28

2020 tttFeb28

Friday 28th February 2020

Turkish: 28 Şubat 2020 Cuma

00 Feb 28

GM06 DEEP RED01:10hrs: Once again, the sleep came in sessions of a few minutes, struggling to get back to kip, and waking-up again. I’m getting fed up with this. So very Agravannoying! I gave up trying to sleep, and rose from the second-hand, £300 recliner, that Brother-in-law Pete broke while he was flat sitting and stealing my valuables and cash. A rarity of late, a wee-wee was needed. So, I got the stick, caught my balance and hobbled quite quickly to the wet room. I noticed that the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) had not been used yestereve again.

wd 60.25.0 2 In the wetroom, things got a bit messy. As I whipped down the PP’s, I felt the congealed blood pull away from Little Inchies lesion, causing a spurting of the red stuff and an “Ooyee!” from me, as I took the pee! The wee-wee was another surprise, it was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) variety. So different from the last two days weak unwilling, rare trickles.

wd 60.25.0 2 The cleaning up took a while. As for stopping the leak, that was a masterpiece of cunning on my behalf. (Heads sways with pride!) I had, for the first time in months, had to apply a pad with the Corticosteroid cream, and the last Alginate dressing around it. I thought I might take an extra painkiller when I take the medications, as things were stinging a bit and tender to any touch. But the bulge now in the PPs was something to look at and dream. Hehehehe!

wd 60.25.0 2 Thank heavens I had the PP’s on, they saved a lot of extra mess to clean up. I got things wiped and finished the medicating, finding that Harolds Haemorrhoids were also bleeding a tad, so washed and Germoloid creamed that area as well. Then got a new pair of PPs on, and gingerly hobbled out to the kitchen. Boy, I smelt like a dispensary! Ah, well!

5Fri08wd 60.25.0 2 I got the kettle on and took a snap out of the kitchen window. It was possibly the worst photograph I’ve done in weeks. I wasn’t aware of any shaking, but obviously, there must have been? These mini-shakes often fool me, thanks to the Peripheral Neuropathy I reckon.

wd 60.25.0 2 As I turned after closing the window, Back-Pain-Brenda gave me one heck of a stab, and she settled down to stay with me, showing her affection frequently. I thought I’d better take the medications now. I got some extra Codeine 30g and tool one with the morning doses.

5Fri05The stinging from Little Inchies fungal lesion as easing off, at least. I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and decided to move the trousers and other handwashing from yesterday, near the heater now they were only damp, they would not leak onto the wall heater.

Rumbling and grumbling erupted from the innards. Back to the wet room, I trudged, in haste, just in case, things started off of their own accord again. Nope! In fact, it was another windy false alarm! I got a few crossword clues while sat waiting to see if any movements may develop. Nope!

5Fri04I checked out Little Inchies Fungal lesion, and I was so pleased to see things had not restarted bleeding. I removed the Alginate dressing, (There went my pretending to be well-endowed!)

Then checked on the condition of the pins. Not bad at all! Yahoo!

5Fri03Back to the near cold tea, and started to do some work on the CorelDraw, to make a page top graphic. This took me over an hour, which was too long. I must think about this graphicationalisationing lark, enjoyable to me as it is doing them, I can no longer cope with them. After which I started on the updating of the Thursday blog.

wd 60.25.0 2 I was doing so really well, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were behaving, but Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley and Back-Pain-Brenda both had a ball, giving me hassle!

After finishing and posting the diary, I made a note on the calendar to remind myself to get some new Alginate dressings. The calendar looked very sparse compared to how it usually does. Of course, this sent me into a mini-panic mode! Had I missed something off? Oh, Frecklin-faltering-furious-fermenting-flapping & fear of failure!

Went on the WordPress Reader, then read some comments. Well, the one!  The drilling and banging continued, but it can’t be avoided, at least I’m getting out for a while to ease the headache. Haha!

wd 60.25.0 2 Ablutions time dawned. A few dropsies, but far less than normal. A short Dizzy Dennis attack when in the shower, it frightened me at first, but it was all over in seconds? Then, I got dried of and lubricated and medicated.

5Fri09wd 60.25.0 2 The sock-glide battle, I lost. Nicodemus Nigel caused a few finger trappings, and Shaking Shaun arrived as I was putting the frame back on the chair after use. It fell down along my right leg, starting the Clopidogrel scratches to bleed again. Never mind, it could have been worserer!

I got adorned and well wrapped up. I could see it was really belting down out there. Then carried out my pathetic double and treble checking dorrs, tops, electrics etc. all over the flat. And set out with the black bags for the waste chute. The workmen had to make room for me to get through the lift lobby, and they took the bags from me to put down the chute, bless ’em.

In the elevator down to the ground floor lobby. I hobbled along the link passage into Windwood Court’s lobby and called in the ILC’s Obersturmbannführeress Wardens strip-search and interrogation office, and dropped off the Manner Lemon Wafers for each of them. Then into the Winwood Social Lounge.

5Fri10wd 60.25.0 2 I nipped out a door, to take a shot of the flooded bottom field in Woodthorpe Grange Park. I shouldn’t have done that, I got soaking wet! Hehe! Schmuck!

We’ve got Storm Jorge due any day now. As if it wasn’t raining and blowing enough already!

5Fri11Some other residents arrived while I was outside. Welsh William, who lept an eye on me in case the door swipe would not let me back in, and the bookies dread, Malcolm sat with two other unknown to me tenants, and they had a chinwag while waiting to go out for the bus. I went to join in, but it became apparent that my having to keep moving to avoid Arthur Itis’s knees stiffening, and sadly my Stuttering Stephany affliction, was not appreciated. So, I left them to it and poddled to Winchester Court. Plenty of folk about, but none of them was interested in a chinwag. The thought of going out in the ‘Get-You-Wet’ rain for the bus didn’t encourage any nattering.

I poddled out to the bus shelter, but it was full, so stood in the rain waiting, and Caroline arrived and we had a talk between us. The gal has lost more weight again, she has family problems as well, but she kept herself in good spirits, bless her cotton socks.

Most folks bustled onto the Bestwood bound bus. A few got on the City one, as I did. No one to talk to from my side-saddle seat, so I got the crossword book out for the journey. Not that I solved many clues en route this time.

5Fri12I got off the bus last on Parliament Street. Just as well I did alight last, I might have got crushed or trampled in the mad rush off of the vehicle!

I was not going to stay out too long, but called at the two shops I intended to. Poundland, and the Bargain Shop. (That was previously called Poundstretcher’s) Had a hobble around town taking photographicalisations and getting wetter all the time. I’m going to do a post about the hobble around, in pictures, so won’t duplicate them all on here. Here’s a few of the trip around getting soaked to the skin. Hahaha! I’ll put them all on the other post when I get it done.

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5Fri24I tried to get under shelter to take the Slab Square photos. You would not believe how cold the fingers were, and I had just removed the woolly gloves to take this picture of them poor digits.

I had to keep emptying out the rainwater from the basket top tray.

5Fri21I got to the Queen Street bus stop, and Shirley joined me. We nattered and caught the bus home. She wisely sat at the back of the bus, so, no nattering again. Out came the crossword book, this time with a modicum of success! My pedagogical limitations on other clues were there normal sort of, ‘Blankness’ mode. Many of the unfinished puzzles were tackled again, but my failure caused dysbulia, and I gave up!

5Fri30As usual, I got off of the bus at Winwood Heights last. The others who got off first were encouraged by the wind and rain to shoot inside rapidly.

Leaving a lonely old Inchcock, with his walker guide and two bags of shopping hanging from the handlebars, to hobble in their wake, into 5Fri30the Winchester Court lobby. As I made my way through the passage and Winwood Social Lounge, I felt a bit of a wanwit, as none of my ‘Good day’s’, ‘Are you keeping well’s’, or ‘Good Afternoons’ was answered by any of the folks in there? I wondered if I had developed B.O., or my flies were undone? Ah, well! I plodded on through the link-walk into Woodthorpe Courts lift lobby. Caught the elevator up to the I2th floor, and exited into the lobby, the busy workmen’s area. I had a bit of a job to get through to the flats. But, got in after a bit of elbow knocking, trolley tipping, and painful clouting of my left knee on the door frame.

WDP 2awd 60.25.0 2 Fatigue overcame me almost immediately for some reason. As I was fumbling to get the bought stuff from the bags, I found I was feeling iracundulous with myself? Self-loathing and hatred flowed, and why? I didn’t really know? Had I forgotten something? Mmm? Not happy with this at all. Well, not happy with not knowing why is more to the point.

I put away the bought items from Poundl5Fri31and. Dettol disinfectant, disposable razors, spray bleach, and sliced Wholemeal rolls. Then the Bargain Shop purchasers: The brown extra-large Throw, Woolite Dark, Oxo vegetable cubes, a jar of beetroot, and a pair of scissors.

wd 60.25.0 2 By then, I was slumping into an unexpected, unaccountable, depression? So very agravannoying, not knowing why!

I decided to get changed into my night attire and have a wash.

5Fri32wd 60.25.0 2 As I took off the trousers, I went to empty the pockets, and there were only a few coins in there, yet I was sure I had a pocketful earlier on? Then, I found the hole in the pocket cotton. I also looked around and discovered the odd coin in the hallway, living room and kitchen! Hahaha! I think I may have lost some in town, on the bus, and walking through the link passages as well, cause there was nothing like the number of coins I’d had after paying up at the Poundland shop! I bet I left a trail everywhere I went! I sealed the hole with some Elephant tape, I hope it works. Miffed with myself about that! (Ah, that should have been Gorilla tape by the way)

My mind turned into a ‘Not-Bothered-Any-More’ mode! I got the nosh prepared, and thought about doing the handwashing. But the ‘Not-Bothered-Any-More’ mode made me Phwert! and leave it undone. I was a smidge surprised I even bothered making anything to eat!

wd 60.25.0 2 I nipped into the wet room for a rare-today wee-wee, and one of the most painful ever toe-stubbings against the seat-raiser leg somehow shook me partly-out of the depression. I found myself cringing with pain and laughing at my clumsiness, and inarticulacy at the same time? I washed and as I left the wet room, things were lighter, brighter, less worrying?

5Fri33wd 60.25.0 2 Back to the kitchen to get the meal served up. Feeling in much better spirits. Even my dropping one of the wholemeal Dagwood style tomato and ham cobs on the floor didn’t annoy me! Although struggling painfully to get back up from the floor, after retrieving the aforementioned food, rattled me a touch. Humph!

Again, getting to sleep took hours. When I did drop off, I woke an hour or so later, and I’d had the pleasure of a dream. I was flying as Superman would, on a starry night, with a cat, that I believe was Tim ‘Hancock’s ‘Silver’, flying at my side, and talking to me in an American toned voice, maybe we were racing each other somewhere, no more details available in the brain-box, I’m afraid.

I soon nodded off again. (Nice!)

Inchcockski – Wed 26 Feb 2020: Test results reveal a new ailment, Christened Prediabetes Petunia. They keep coming, Tsk!

2020 Feb 26

2020 tttFeb26

Wednesday 26th February 2020

Zulu: ULwesithathu 26 kuFebhuwari 2020

00 Feb 26

GM06 DEEP RED00:30hrs: I stirred and passed wind, the gurgling, bubbling and churning from the innards, convinced me to rise and get to the Porcelain Throne with some haste.

As I freed my massively flobby-framed body from the £300, second -hand, c1968, sickeningly-beige coloured recliner and rose onto my feet, it dawned on me: “Aha! The Arthur Itis sharp digging pains from yesterday were no longer there! This is the second time this has happened. Why I have not the foggiest. Same as the first time, I was virtually crippled for a few hours, then it slowly eased off, and things have returned back to normal, still hurting of course, but not debilitating any longer. Oche, I’m baffled!

3Wed10aThe visit to the wet room proved a total failure, despite the gurgling from within, and escapages of wind, there was no movement whatsoever. Still, I got a couple of answers on the crossword done. Haha!

And got a shot of the pins. A few new Clopidogrel lesions, the knee-lumps and veins were showing far less, and a lot more colour tone to the skin. I reckon the Bamboo socks are helping things improve. And, I had remembered as ordered, to take the socks off at night for sleeping duties. 

Some new lesions that had been bleeding were feeling a little bit tender to the touch. I’ll mention it to Dr Vindla when I get to the surgery.

Ah, well, I anticipate, and my EQ advises me that the test results will be likely to show a new Inchcock ailment.

3Wed03Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on and sorted out the hanging to dry washing. I did note that the shirts seemed to have regained some of their original colour, (All bar the expensive brown thin one, that changed to green!) which initially baffled me a bit. Then I recalled that I’d used the Woolite liquid I bought so cheaply from the Bargain Shop.

3Wed05A glance at the bottle labels, and I noted it claimed to Revive Colours of darks. Blimey, a product claim that is true and works! Well, I never! I bet when I can get back to the store to get some more, it’ll have sold out! It’s bound to, my luck ain’t that good! Hahaha!

3Wed04As I took the tea back to the computer, I saw that I had gained some more bruises on the arm this time. What causes this, which of the ailments are to blame is another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, illusions, delusions, and hallucinations, rife. Amongst my vague, palaverous, chimerical, inconsequential, torturous fight for existence! Back to the bruising. I looked up what might cause them: Medications that cause easy bruising, include Warfarin, Thrombosis, and Clopidogrel; Huh! I’ve got ’em all! So it should be expected to bruise easily. Which I do. There you are, at last, I’ve found something I’m good at! Gasconade Moment Enjoyed!

I had to try and sort out the broken mixed up medications in the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA supplied blister pack. But I’m not sure that I got it right with the beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate), with the tablets all mixed up in the damaged Pill-pack?

3Wed06Made a brew, and took some leaflets back to the computer with me. In a vain hope to get some clues as to which tablet is which.

The wee-wees today were all of the annoying, flipping INHBBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Barely-Trickling) mode, and pretty frequent.

3Wed08 The non-activity from the rear-end, might be partly through my having tried the Halloumi Fries, from Iceland last night? They were not cheap at £3 for 190g, but something told me they might taste good, and they did! According to the label, the only content was Halloumi Cheese? I looked it up and found it contains cow’s, goat and sheep’s milk. Originated in Cyprus. I enjoyed the taste, but not enough to pay through the nose for it. So, I shan’t try them again… Unless maybe I find some cheaper to try somewhere other than Iceland.

I got the computer going at last, and did some graphics on CorelDraw for page toppers, then made a start on this blog. Forgetting all about not having updated yesterdays yet. There are times when I worry about myself. Humph!

3Wed07WD 100.20.0 As I went to get some mushrooms and leeks into the crock-pot ready to put on when I go out later, Toothache Tim and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley both kicked off! I put some light soy sauce and red sea salt in with the food – now all I have to dop is remember to put in on a low-setting, and turn on the pot as I leave the flat. Are you offering any odds on my not forgetting?

I began to update the Inchcock Today for Tuesday. I gorrit done in a rush and tended to the ablutions. Can’t be late for the Doctors, Nurses, Dentists and Key Fob updating Wallahs, can I?

I got readied, and double, treble checked the state of the flat, and that I had everything needed, and departed.

I’ll be back much later on… TTFN. I’m back, and it’s tomorrow morning, as I try to catch up with the updating of this blog. (Who said retirement is boring? – Hahaha!)

WD 100.20.0 I set out, intending to drop off the waste bags down the waste chute, but could not get through the workings tools spread in the lobby, to get there. Then I realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Back to the flat to collect them, and when got back to the lobby, the chaps were again working. They kindly took the bags off of me and dealt with them. That was kind of the lads.

3Wed11Down in the lift and walked along Chestnut Way, no raining, and it didn’t feel too cold, by the time I got to the end of the road and turned down Winchester Street, the pavement was again blocked by vehicles. So, more of the risky, life-threatening as I had to go on the road to get by. Harumph!

Once I got half-way down the main road, I stopped to put my woolly gloves on. My fingers and hands were white, and oh, so cold? Yet the rest of my flobby-bellied, overweight, tubby body, didn’t feel cold at all?

My hobble along Mansfield Road to the surgery was relatively pain-free. No Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Back-Pain-Brenda, Anne Gyna, Hernia Henry, Reflux Roger or Toothache Tim bothered me at all. Confusing, but then again, how often does this happen to others as they eventually get an appointment to see their Doctor? Hehe!

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WD 100.20.0 I got inside and went to reported to the Oberstgruppenführeress receptionist. They are all nice gals really. One of them signalled me to sit down before I could log in, another nice gesture! I got seated, but Arthur Itis was not keen on the idea. I felt a right fool taking so long to just sit down, the looks from the other waiting patients, were varied. I got out the crossword book and was soon deep in concentration, mainly cause I got a couple of answers.

WD 100.20.0 Doctor Vindla came out to collect me, but I didn’t hear her at first, and she made me jump when she tapped me on the shoulder. More odd looks were spotted on the faces of the other patients, as I struggled up on my feet.

WD 100.20.0 I knew from the look on her face, that the test results were not going to be good. I took the opportunity to mention the lesions on the leg. She assured me, despite my telling her I haven’t had a fall in days, and am sure I have not been scratching at the legs (I can’t even reach them to do that! – ah, maybe in my sleep?), that I had been scratching at the legs? She then informed me of the Diabetic ailment I’d acquired. Well, no, not that, but Prediabetic. I was to go and see the nurse, who will go through what needs to be done and take some more blood for further tests. I thanked her and she walked me out to the Nurses treatment room to await being summoned.

WD 100.20.0 I made the mistake of thinking it might take a while and sat down to do the crossword puzzle. But it was only a couple of minutes and the most gorgeous site appeared! ‘Nurse Nichole!’ Wonderful, gladdening and uplifting! I’ve not seen her for months!

In her room, and she was going to take the INR Warfarin blood; until I explained that the beautiful Nurse Christina had taken it yesterday. She then got my permission (and thanks for) to forward my details to the Nottingham City Diabetes Services, who’s service includes: Telephone education, advice and support to both patients and healthcare professionals; emotional and psychological support; structured education programmes (both group and one to one sessions); continuous blood glucose monitoring; foot assessment; care-planning and insulin initiation and management. (I looked that up later) 3Wed15They will contact me to arrange an appointment, and put me on a weekly ‘training’ course, locally, for 19 weeks.

We had a little natter and laugh about other things. And off I poddled, dropping some nibble off at the reception, and out into the cold sunlight.

3Wed15aI limped slowly, deep in thought, then along to the Lidl Store. Not many customers about this morning. I got inside and had a meander around, looking for bargains or some tasty-looking treats. I resisted the temptation of looking at the cream cakes, for those are a definite no-no from now on, I think.

I got to the self-serve checkouts and bought: Puff pastries, caramelised onion chutney, Skipjack tuna in brine, anchovies, parsnips, cooked meats, tomatoes and Amaretti biscuits. The latter being a nibble-pressie for the Sturmscharführeress ILC wardens back at Winwood Heights.

I was not worried about the new ailment and thought of a new name for it. I came up with Diabetic Doreen or hopefully, Prediabetes Petunia! Hehehe! An interesting look-up on Prediabetes: This site gives menus for what you should be eating. A possibility of adiaphorous happenings if I eat any of these! I can see I’ll be popular in the training course. Tsk!

What you should be eating

However, it has kale, cauliflower, avocado, broccoli, spinach, brussels sprouts, eggplant, zucchini, or bell peppers on every recipe. All of which I have been told not to eat, due to my varied range of other ailments! Oh, dearie me! Now I’ve depressed myself!

I caught a bus back to Sherwood, and took some shots of the Charity shops on Mansfield Road, there was plenty to choose from.

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3Wed19Crossed over the road and made my way up to the L9 bus stop. Where I was greatly cheered to see Margaret and Doris amongst others, sat there at the shelter. I mentioned the diagnosis. Someone said: “Your not the luckiest of buggers are you?” Nayer a truer word spoken mate! Margaret, with her deadpan delivery,  soon had me laughing as we nattered on. Bless her!

We arrived back at the flats, and I remembered about the key-fob having to be re-set, in the large social room. I thought I’d enter via Winwood Court lobby and drop off the Amaretto nibbles, then walk through to get the fob sorted.  As I passed the front of the 3Wed20building, Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and desk-top dancer Julie opened the fire door to remind me to get the key-fob done.

I got in and dropped the biscuits off in the Wardens Interrogation and body-search office, and into the big social room.

3Wed21The fob was soon done, then I made my way back to the flat through the link-passageway. During which, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley enjoyed herself with a rather intense bit of quagswagging.Not for long, though. I got to the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby, and into the cage, and up to the flat, without seeing anyone whatsoever.

3Wed22The first job, I got some parsnips chopped and in the pan simmering with some sea-salt.

WD 100.20.0 A brief visit from both Shirley and Dennis had me shaking and wobbling a bit, but once again, it was only for a matter of a minute or so.

Put away the purchasers, and I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

Then got the nosh served up, washed the pots first, before settling down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, Charity shop-bought, rickety recliner to die! That was a bad misspelling! I meant, to dine! Hahaha!

3Wed23WD 100.20.0 Note the lack of chips, fries or potatoes on the plate? I’ve got loads of them still in the freezer, though. I hate the thought of giving them away, just in case I weaken at a later date! (Coy cynical laugh) Maybe, perhaps, possibly, if I just have chips or potatoes twice a week? Oh. dear! I’m dithering even more than usual over this! A taste rating of 6.5/10 given for this meal.

I got the TV on, but I nodded off before the programme I wanted to watch came on.

WDP 2aWD 100.20.0An hour or so later I sprang awake. The dentist, I forgot the Dentist again! Self-loathing, total disgust and despair grew!

I lay there, spitting insults with hatred and venom at myself, for I don’t know how long. Farmisht and ferdrayt at my own stupidity! I genuinely feared for my future saneness, rationality, stability and capableness. The lousy mind-boggling Thought-Storming started. No rest, peace of mind, and no sleep for yonks, either!

I think I could use some anxiolytics!

Inchcockski – Monday 20th January 2020: Norra bad day! This worries me! Hehe!

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Monday 20th January 2020

Zulu: UMsombuluko 20 Januwari 2020

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21:55hrs: Woke with only getting up and the urgent need for a wee-wee in mind. It was nothing short of a miracle that I there on time! I struggled free from the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, hobbled to the wet room.

WD 0.0.255 I fumbled to find Little Inchy (it was cold this morning, so much so, I put the wall heater on in the wet room!), and spent a few minutes painfully releasing the long, drawn-out trickle! At last, it decided to stop! What’s going on here then? The entire wee-wee would have only filled a teacup if that! Yet, the sensation felt was one that things were going to burst forth like fireman’s hose. Ah, well!

Off to the kitchen, I limped, feeling out the ailments various moods as I hobbled along. Saccades-Sandra was not too bad at all. Arthur Itis, okay. Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry and Shaking Shaun all on holiday, I think. Haha! Peripheral Neuropathy Pete was a little threatening, with the odd twinge and signs of wanting a Neuropathic Dance now and then… I had to stop my diagsasticalisationing here. Caused by a tiny involuntary escapage of wind from the rear-end, followed by an urgent need for the Porcelain Throne!

WDP 003bWD 0.0.255 I scurried back to the wet-room! Not a smooth evacuation at all. Painfull, elongated and bloody! Willing enough, but resistant to stopping! Cor blimey, I get the feeling that it’s going to be a bit of a non-compos-mentis-like, confusing sort of Monday for me! I could be wrong, the EQ was not communicating with me yet. He could be on holiday with Arthur, Henry Roger and Shaun?

1Mon02I got everything cleaned and medicated, checked out the legs. They had undoubtedly lost a lot of colour and were getting back to their usual ‘Am-I-alive’ thought-prompting paleness. One leg, the left, seemed even whiter than the right one? The lumps, blotches, blood papules etc. had dissipated somewhat? Still, it makes for a bit of interest, doesn’t it?

WD 0.0.255 I made for the kitchen again. Arghh! I left the hot water tap running! The ‘Feel-a-right-pratt’ mode was instantaneously adopted! Yes, this could be one-of-those days! I took the medications, made a brew, and made for the computer to begin updating the Sunday post. A decent few photographicalisations to sort out and get on the diary, caused me to get it finished a lot later than average.

WhoopsieI made up a photo, to show how I must have looked after I somehow or other, got the wet dressing gown to fall on me off of the coat-hangar it was drying on! I used it in the Sunday blog, but I show it again. During which, the damned annoying ‘Hum’ grew louder, and various odd creaks, taps and clicks were heard, where from, Gawd knows? These things delayed me even further in finishing the blog.

I did get done finally. Posted some pictures to Pinterest and made a start on this post. I got up to here, and then went on the WordPress reader. Then onto the TFZer Facebook page.

1Mon04Had to have a nibble and brew. I’ll have a hunt around, see worra can find…

A smoked haddock and cheese risotto thingy, some of the leaves and mini tomatoes and one-and-a-half buttered wholemeal cobs, how I came to find one-and-a-half cobs, well?

WD 0.0.255 Off to do the ablutionisationing. A stand-up job, too early to use the shower, and I want to be ready, in case the maintenance plumber arrives. The dropsies count was opposite of yesterday’s, where Sunday had the least ever, today might have been the most ever! As far as I can recall, the flannel, shower-head and Sock-Glide were just about the only things that didn’t slip, jump or bounce from my grip! But no injuries, so nae bother. The medicationalisationing ent well, and the body-aromatising too.

I got the handwashing done. Then made the waste-bags and took them to the chute.

Made a brew, and got on the computer, to make some graphics up to use later. The plumber and mate arrived before I could start.

WD 0.0.255 I had a wobbly as I opened the door, the plumber and his mate helped me keep on my feet. (Bit of good look there!)

Kindly after I mentioned and pointed out the slow filling WC tank, and blocked sink in the wetroom, he got me sat down. He got the sink taps working without any leaks, unblocked the hand-sink, and the WC now fills up quicker! Bless them! All in about 15 minutes, too! Came to me at the computer and told me what had been done. I thanked them, and he told me to stay in my seat, they’d find there way out. Caring chap, a rarity that needs emboldening in others.

1Mon05After the farewells and they had gone, and my balance had returned, I went to have a look at the work they’d done for me.

I found this tap-part in the kitchen sink? Both taps were working well. The hot and cold water taps working with a little less pressure, which will help me not to splash myself so often. Hehe! Well, they came early and were quick at doing the repairs, and helped me out with the Shaking Shaun episode. So thank you both, much appreciated!

I got ready for the trip into town to the Poundland store. Gathered the needs, then spent ages, checking and rechecking the flat for anything left undone, not done, lights, stove, windows, taps etc. repeatedly tested! Not for unacceptable Taboo Thoughts and Mental Rituals, though. My newly discovered OCD involves anxiety disorder and domestic concerns. (I think?)

So, having satisfied myself as much as is possible, that nothing had been left that is dangerous, and I had everything needed for the bus ride, I set off. With my yonderly tendencies, and athymia at a minimum, for once. Why I even found myself humming away in the lift going down! (Still no contact from the EQ – perhaps he’s deceased?)

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I walked through the link-passage into Windwood Court, and there was Big Bill, doing a jigsaw puzzle. I had a natter, well, I spoke to him, and found a photo on the SD card of Sister Jane, supposedly putting the last piece in the giant jigsaw she was doing when I visited her last, to show him. The lack of interest was thunderous.

I said my farewells, wished him all the best, told him to take care, and went on to the bus shelter. A gang of Winwoodonians were in the Winchester Court foyer, Angela, Margaret, Doris amongst others. The ribaldry, put-downs, sarcasm and laughter flowed. Gawd, there are rare times like this that I love the place so much! And feeling rather upbeat now, I went out to the shelter, started to accept some well-intended light-hearted depreciative comments, when the City-bound bus arrived. Only one other unknown to me resident got on the bus with me, leaving a large gathering of Winwoodonian’s in the shelter, for me to wave to as the bus pulled off. The only response I saw, was a two-fingers sign, from Roy, but with a cheeky laugh with it! Hehehe!

I did well with the crosswording rechecking session en route to town. I even finished one of off, without any help! Number 83 in the book, the first one I’ve ever completed! I wanted to shout it out and brag a bit, Me! A first-time success! But there was no one the bus I knew! Hah-hah! Tsk!

1Mon05aI got off the bus at the terminus on Queen Street. Still feeling a bit high in spirits. (Yes, it worried me as well!)

The cold, low, intense, often blinding sunlight, in the dark morning promised some photographicalisationing problems for me. I took the first shot in town as I crossed over the Slab Square to Wheeler Gate and the Poundland shop. Where I had no difficulty in spending £13.75!

I amassed a selection of purchases that included, A packet of Tofiffees Naughty and stupid considering I have toothache coming on, Pillock!) Pork Farms mini pork pies, (Silly, with my weight problems!). A 75p kitchen roll. Banal fool! I must have about ten or more rolls at home! Sliced wholemeal rolls Fair enough, I needed these! Kelloggs Corn Flakes At least these will be eaten, they are a tiny size, handy for me). Dettol lavender antiseptic disinfectant. (to go with the six bottles I already have in stock!) Body spray (Huh, I must have ten or more in the flat! Idiot!) Fabric softener (Fair does, it’s cheap and smells super!) Some nibbles for the hand-out bag. A pack of six individual low-calorie pots of jelly. (Good thinking, if I can resist buying the Lemon Curd yoghourts) Finally, a BLT sarnie. (That can be had for today’s meal) So, how many things did the old codger buy that he needed, and the total of those not required? I’ll not go into that now. (Coy-abashed-Mode engaged!)

1Mon06I paid at the self-serve tills. They were busy for a Monday, and the ‘Impatient stares’, Tut-tutting and grinding teeth from those behind me in the queue could be sensed, as I fumbled a bit.

1Mon06aA lady assistant came to me in the end and whipped the last things through for me. Out and had a walk on the Slab Square. This gathering flock of pigeons. I could not see any food on the ground around them, though? The white ones could hardly be identified with the sunshine glinting 1Mon07on the settled rainwater.

I caught so trams, at the bottom of Market Street as they passed each other, one on the way out and the other inbound. I observed as I stood a moment just watching the 1Mon08Nottinghamians, that there was little smiling!

I hobbled down and up Exchange Walk, and back up to the Slab Square. There were no street artists, Big Issue sellers or any of the terrible, so-called musicians damaging any ear-holes thi1Mon09s morning. 

I walked through the Exchange Arcade through to Long Row, stopping for a moment’s reflection and take this photo of the sad shopping arcade.

Many years ago, most of these units were part of Burtons of Nottingham Food Stores. I remember them being very busy, classy and high-prices. These old photographs show how things were then. The first one, all Burton’s! The second was their famous Fish Counter, nothing you could not buy there, including octopus, shark and whale meat! The third one, (They stole my name? Hehe!) a typical window display on the Long Row side. Ryvita at 1/1d – 5p in new money. Nowadays it cost £1.25!

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1Mon09bI got distracted there again, sorry about that.

I limped back to the Old Market Square, Long Row, and took this shot of the unsmiling Nottinghamians with their pretty pink and white… trainer shoes.

1Mon09aI made my way up Queen Street, showing the long shadows of the citizenry in this snap.

Up to the L9 bus stop. I was the only person to get on until we reached the Victoria Shopping centre, where the bus filled up, Margaret, Penny and Betty were amongst them. I greeted them as they got on, but they didn’t hear me. They sat too far away for a conversation, just as well, cause the three of them nattered happily between themselves all the way back to the flats. I had a go at the crossword book again, but not much success this time.

1Mon06We were soon back at the flats, and I walked with Penny back through the link-passage to Woodthorpe Court, having a little chinwag en route.

I got in the flat and sorted out the purchases. Feeling tired already.

1Mon10Got the meal planned, then I shifted the Morrison bananas from last week, from the cool spot to a warmer one. For they were still green!

1Mon12I got some chips into the oven, the last of the Kentucky coated ones.

1Mon11Then moved some things back into the cupboard under the sink. Got the plate laid out ready for the chips. And moved the hand-washed t-shirt onto the airer.

1Mon13Then got the meal served up. The BLT Poundland sarnie and cut up a mini pork pie and added caramelised onion chutney, beetroots and some BBQ thingies on cocktail sticks.

Flavour rating: 6.5/10. I ate most of it this time.

I did the pot washing after the feasting. Then I settled to watch some TV. And didn’t fall asleep for over an hour, then bliss!

Inchcock Today – Friday 22nd November 2019: A confuzzling day. Bad Dizzy Dennis bout. Spirits low. Hey-Ho!

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Or, should that be The House of Commons?

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Friday 22nd November 2019

Maori: Paraire 22nd Whiringa 2019

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WD 150.0.100 01:05hrs: As I stirred into a pretend life, the mind was starting to go off on one of its fear-storms; Luckily the need for a Porcelain Throne visit saved the day, and the brain was diverted to the urgent need of getting out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner! This morning, my freeing of the gargantuanly-flobby body and onto the feet, was probably on a par with sorting out Brexit! I’ll not go into the embarrassing reasons, but it took me the best part of half-an-hour to get to the wet room – by which time I was too late!

The session was messy, the wee-weeing took an age to stop, Little Ichies fungal lesion needed attention, and the sanitising and medicationalisationing afterwards, has never taken more time to get done! I managed, although my spirits were low now, with the discomfiture, self-consciousness and mortification of what had just happened! Guilt and shame were in there somewhere too! 

I took the medications, made a brew, and got on with updating the Thursday blog. At least the myasthenia gravis was a lot easier than yesterday, so even with so many photographs to sort and get in it, it took me far less time today. I seemed to resist my iracundulous thoughts and actions today, and this was a good thing. (I hope I’ve used the right word?)

5Fri01I went to make another brew and took three photos out of the new, mostly unwanted, unliked, thick-famed, light & View blocking kitchen window. I took each one in different settings: Night Landscape, Aperture Priority and Landscape.

I then got on with Pinterest posting, and on to TFZer Facebooking. After which, I went on the WordPress Reader section.

Ablution time, so off to the wet room – which was another bit of unexpected good-luck for me. Within seconds of stripping off, the Porcelain Throne needed attending! Talk about miraculous timing! This concerned me, with my plans to get out shopping in Arnold for some bread, milk and another thing on the list, which I can’t recall at the moment. I hope nothing untoward happens in the rear-end-exiting stakes while I’m out!

I made up and took five small bags to the waste chute, then returned to the flat, and went through the double-checking routines. Seeking substantiation, validation, verification and confirmation that I had not left something on or off, that shouldn’t be. Lights, taps (faucets), doors etc., and not entirely convinced that I had, (and in a dilemma, positivity and confidence never having been my forte for many years now) I garbed up warmly and departed. I met Malcolm on the way down.

WD 150.0.100 I visited Mary’s flat on the way, I’d not seen her for a while. Just to see if she’s alright. But she was not in, so she might well be at the bus stop?

Met the lady, whose name escapes me, I can never remember. Tsk! As I got out of the lift. A natter and the nibbles came out.

I called at the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinator’s) holding and interrogation office, where I handed a worried-harrassed-looking stern-faced Catwalk Model and Scharfhureress Warden Julie and handed her a nibble. The EQ told me to get out of her way, (I’m no hero!) into the big Winwood Social Room.

WD 150.0.100 I sat in a high chair for a while, musing, stewing about life. Which did me no good at all, everything, (and a lot did fleet-through the mind), that went through the brain-box was of a negative nature I’m afraid. Perspicacious, logical, commonsensical, reasoned, coherent or even insightful ponderations, they were not.

5Fri02I pulled myself away from the gloomy thoughts and poddled out to the bus stop. Aha! There was Mary, with Penny, Dot and Malcolm. I joined with a “Good morning, each!”, and handed out the nibbles. I enjoyed listening to Malcolm’s entertaining well-presented story of his visit to a theme park with the Grandkids, and the general moaning, laughing and 5Fri003grumps. Hehehe! Penny looked twinkling eyed. Mary was in good form and well.

The L9 arrived for Bestwood, and by then Cindy, Chrissie, Welsh William, Dot, Bill (William on Sundays), and others had joined us. I got on and in the corner Side-saddle seat, and snuggled in the drop board – for I had recognised the driver, and anticipated my having a battle not to be dislodged from the saddle at every corner the bus took. And so it was to be. Hehe! I did try doing the crosswords, but it was too dangerous, with having to cling on the bus furniture and hold the trolley from rolling away, despite the brakes being applied.

WDPright03WD 150.0.100 I dropped off of the bus in Arnold Front Street and had one of the worst Dizzy Dennis attacks ever. I was genuinely concerned and leant against some pedestrian crossing railings for a while. Everything around me felt like a dream, and not connected with me? As people walked by me, they almost looked like ghosts! This amazingly didn’t last long, and within ten minutes or so, I felt confident enough, to gingerly venture over the crossing to the other side of the road, towards the Fulton Food store. By the time I reached the store, everything was back to reality, and no signs of the dizzies? I can’t deny being concerned so, that I thought for a moment “Hello, this is it!”, but not so.

I was soon in my element, shopping, and finding things that I did not need or want. Dropping items, not being able to reach some. And having to struggle to get the three-wheeler around the place. I ended up getting some bargains, though. Roast turkey slices for £1, Pork Farms Pork Pies, and Beef trimmings each at £1, and two bottles of Sterilised milk.

WDP11LWD 150.0.100 Paid the lady, and made my way to the High Road bus stop. The timing worked well, I had ten minutes before the bus was due and only had to walk up the Asda (Walmart) alleyway to the top to the bus shelter. As I was reaching the top near the car park, the L9 bus belted passed! It was five-minutes early! That’s if my charity-shop bought £2 wristwatch with its £10 replacement strap, was right of course! Grumph & Grobbleclogs! Grr!

WDP 08L025Fri004So, I went back down the alleyway and went into the Asda (Walmart) store. To have a meander around while waiting for the next bus, from Front Street, that will take me back to the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination!

5Fri005It was a struggle to get around with so many customers, it is a Friday, so I suppose I should have expected it. I ended up at the self-serve-tills with, beetroot, fresh vine tomatoes, Milk Roll loaf, Sliced Wholemeal cobs, Potato cakes, and some mini swiss rolls. I paid-up, bagged the goods, and out to the bus stop on Front Street.

Passing near where I had the Dizzy Dennis spell earlier, made the goose-bumps come up. But I didn’t have any more of them.

When the bus got to Sherwood, it picked up some of my Windwood Heights fellow-tenants. My being st in the side-saddle seat, I greeted each one as they got on the bus. One even acknowledged me. By the time I got off the bus, last as is usual, and assisted down to the pavement by a Winchesteronian waiting to get on (Thank you, Sir!), all the others from the bus had disappeared inside Winchester Court. (Gawd, they’re quick! Hehehe!) 

I went in and through the link passage to the big social room, and passed the Winwood Lobby, through the next link-passage into a cold, gloomy Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. Up in the elevator and into the flat, no wee-wee or Porcelain Throne visits needed, now that is a rarity!

5Fri006I got the kettle on, then unloaded the Asda (Walmart) and Fulton Foods. Realising I had forgotten to get the toilet cistern cleaner blocks. Well, fancy that, me, forgetting something! Haha!

I decided , after considerable ponderisationing, on having frankfurters, gammon steaks, tomatoes, beetroot, apple and mini swiss rolls for my nosh.

WDPrightWD 150.0.100 But decided to get the handwashing done first. And worra mess I made doing it! During the rinsing-out stage, as I was emptying the bowl, the bloody Sensory nerves went on the blink, and I ended up dropping the bowl, with water over the sink and draining board, me and the floor! As luck would have it, I’d stripped off beforehand, ready to get the sleeping-gear on. So drying me was no problem at least. The floor was more of a struggle. No ululations, mind. I was almost pleased that my run of unnatural good luck had ended, and I was back in the real world.

I got the jammie-bottoms and the dressing gown that is too small for me, on. Finished the washing, freshening, wringing and hanging up to dry the shirt and socks.

5Fri007WDP11LThen got the meal served up, settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, and began the unfortunately very unpleasant task of eating the plate of evening fodder. Although it did look good, a few ingredients let me down tastewise and by my bad cooking! The gammon steaks were not my cup of tea at all, far too sweet! The worst of my errors was cooking the potato cakes with the gammon, the sweet fat soaked into the cakes, and they were uneatably sweet, too! Eurgh! The tomatoes were so tasteless! The frank’s, apple, beetroot and mini rolls were all fine. I had a couple of the wholemeal cobs as well. Flavour-Rating: 3/10.

5Fri08I put another old DVD on to watch. Liam Neeson in ‘Taken’. I thought that a goodie-winning film might cheer me up a bit. I tried several times to take a picture of the box, but the nerve-ends were still playing up, and this was the best of the five efforts I tried, and not a good one. Huh!

I started to watch the film, drifted off to sleep, woke, rewound it and watched again… repeatedly! So I gave up after about an hour, and having only watched approximately ten-minutes worth of it! Ah, well!

Inchcock Today – Thur 10 Jan 2019: Best intentions foiled, Weevils return, missed Social Hour, yet still a decent day for the old man!

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Willmott Dixon’s Ian Incharge to the rescue! Hehe!

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Thursday 10th January 2019

Afrikaans: Donderdag 10 Januarie 2019

23:10hrs. I’d had a terrible kip, waking up so often and nodding off again, each time with a new worry, fear or anxiety to ponder over for a short while. I felt a little drained. However, once the mind returned to concentrating on current affairs, it assessed the needs of the day: the Morrison order due twixt 0630 > 0730hrs, remembered that the Clinic has been cancelled, the spare room in desperate need of tidying up, I must call the Surgery to find out when my next blood test is due, the workmen and planners are scheduled to call between 1300>1500hrs to sort the arrangements for the messy dirty disruptive, but necessary job of either the sprinklers or communication systems to be installed etc., I changed into action mode! (Loosely speaking, Hehe!)

I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner in double-quick time, and without any hassle! The toes and feet felt fine now, apart from another change in the appearance of the 4thu001tootsies. They are going the way that Sister Jane’s did again, but not as bad.

WD 0.0.255c The right foot ones this time. Toes curling, I put this down to the side effects of the Furesomide. As I did with the weight increase, the loss of all hair on my stomach, the increased dizzies, the bloated stomach… I shan’t go on. Haha!

WD 0.0.255c I went straight to the spare room and started to painfully box things, and sort out others. An hour later, I stood back – and things didn’t look any better! I gave up and went to do the Health Checks, after an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee).

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4thu001aI reckon the results were all okay, weight not included in this decision of course. Off for an SSPWW.

WD 0.0.255c I went to get the medication pots out and found that I had missed taking last nights doses. Schmuck! I took the morning tablets along with last nights untaken Warfarin, Simvastatin, and the Magnesium. Off for an SSPWW.

I got on the computer and started this blog off. But minutes later the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A cherry picker evacuation without any bleeding anywhere! While on the Throne, the grey-cells found a few adscititious things for me to worry about. Ranging from the hearing aid batteries stock are down to the last few. Did I order the milk on the Morrison delivery? Why is my right foot now so painful and the left one far less so?

WD 0.0.255c Why did I just see a Weevil, just the one, that was so massive, it struggled to get down the shower drain hole? Haha! I had a spray around all rooms with bug-killer.

Back to the blogging. I got as far as here, off for an SSPWW, made a small mug of tea, and went on to updating yesterdays diary. (In between SSPWWs)

Facebooked for a short while, but realised I had to get the ablutions done before the Morrison food delivery arrives.4thu04

WD 0.0.255c Well, well, well, another new anomaly with the legs! So, now, the bottom half of the legs have drained off a lot of fluid. But the stomach and top half of the pins have gained fluid?

Also, the boils seem to have gone from the rear-end? How can things change so often and so quickly? Am I still asleep and dreaming? Tsk!

4thu05I got the ablutions finished and had some brekkers. Then back on catching up on Facebooking while I awaited the groceries to arrive. I put the TV on the CCTV and watched to see when the Morrison man came.

I thought I may have overdone the ordering when so many bags came. But I realised it was all of the bottles of spring water that took up most of them. I got the things away and put some raffle prizes and nibbles in a bag, along with some Wholemeal bread wraps, that I am sure Jenny will like.

I’d left the CCTV on, and noticed Angela, going out through the foyer, one minute later she returned and pressed the call buttons. I thought I could help, so I shot down to the door to let her in. She had rung hubby Roy to bring down her scarf. (It was cold outside… ♫ Baby, it cold, outside… ♫ Sorry about that, I got carried away, Hehe! I enjoyed a little laugh and natter with Angie and Roy, then back up to the flat.

Later, I went out again, take the prizes and nibbles to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic plot. Telling Inchcock-off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. Roy and Mary were sat there, and I got another chinwag in. Out and dropped off the stuff for the Social Hour.

2019 01On my way back to the apartment,  heard my name being called.

It was Willmott Dixon’s Ian Incharge high up on a cherry picker. It was pleasant to be greeted and smiled at with a thumbs-up! I later used this photo as a template for the above page header graphic.

Back in the flat, an SSPWW and made a brew and back on this blog for a bit. Then back to Facebooking. Again, interspersed with the Wee-wees.

I had a go at cleaning up the kitchen, but the bending started of Back-Ache-Brenda and Anne Gyna, so I didn’t get as much done as I would have liked to.

It was Lynne who arrived to talk me through the things for the installation of the sprinklers. They will be calling next Wednesday 16th 09:30 > 11:00hrs. Then on Friday 25th, 08:00 > 1430hrs to fit them, or drill holes. Or the other way around? We had a jolly-good little natter, I thanked her, and off she trotted. 

4thu25Feeling weary now. So I got the nosh sorted out.

Imitation pretend-vegetarian meat and tomato sarnies with wholemeal bread thins. The last mini-pork-pie, gherkins, and a bit of strong stilton cheese. Followed by a very naughty Limoncello with squiggly spray cream sprayed on top. I taste-rated this one as a 9.1/10.

4thu06aWent to get one of the made-up bottles of spring water and cordial from the fridge.

WD 0.0.255c I found some dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the bowl in the sink, and one live one on the kitchen floor! Those in the bowl, looked like they had been dead for a good while. How did they get in there? The mysteries of Woodthorpe Court continue! Hehe!

Did the Health Checks, then settled to watch another ‘Frost’ episode on a DVD. After a farcical hour or so; my nodding off, waking, rewinding, nodding-off, waking, rew… you get the picture. Tsk! I fell asleep for an hour or two, only to spring awake thinking it was morning. Realised it was not, but could not get back to sleep again. The old brain went off on one of its panic-fretting-nervous routines, in such a frenzied fashion. Over a few hours, just about anything came in for consideration for a few seconds, related to my life or having nothing to do with me!

This went on until around 00:20hrs when I gave up trying to get back to kip when I heard a buzzing noise? At first, I thought it was in my head or perhaps I had nodded off again and was dreaming. I had to get up to investigate.

Inchcock Today: Friday 28th December 2018: Medicationalisationalistic Mayhem, today! Hehe!

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Friday 28th December 2018

Nepali: शुक्रबार 28 डिसेम्बर 2018

00:08hrs. I bestirred, feeling tired still, and gently moved the limbs and joints of my poor old body… The fluid retention was still testing the limitations of the resistance of the skin in the legs and ankles. I found that my usually scrawny fingers had swollen a bit too. I didn’t fancy the walk to the surgery later for the wickedly timed 09:00hrs appointment with the doctor, then another blood test. But, I think the exercise is needed overall.

WD 0.31.0 I had to laugh when I lowered the £300 second-hand rusty recliner, the legs were so heavy with fluid, the thing ‘clunked’down with a thud! Hehe! I escaped the clutches of the recliner, and poddled carefully to the kitchen, with the intentions of getting the Health Checks done.

WD 0.31.0 But, I was side-tracked by a call to the Porcelain Throne, so, off to the wet room. Massive evacuation, a bit of bleeding… but worst of all, the little boils on the bum seemed to have increased in number. Worra life, gerrin’ old! Then I discovered the Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had been leaking again.

5Fri004WD 0.31.0 Cleaned up, to the kitchen. Oh, dearie me… When I did the washing up last night, I placed a cleaned saucepan on the hob, and had not turned the power off! Luckily, it was left on the lowest setting. I even managed to save the pan for a change and cleaned it up. Rather pleased with my effort in this.

5Fri001WD 0.31.0 Ah, the papsules had returned to my left hand! I’m getting fed up with all these sudden ailments coming at the same time! The Papsules back, Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding, the fluid retention, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion flowing again, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, etc.

However, the knee and ankle giving way had not happened for a few days. I assume that the fluid crammed in the legs is preventing it? Hahaha! Hey-Ho!

At last, I got around to doing the Health Checks.

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5Fri001bI think the resulting readings were fine this time. Guessing really, Hehe!

I’m assuming the fluid retention is the reason for the increase in weight?

I noticed that this month Cetraben emulsifying emollient cream, had a new warning on the 5Fri003alabel: 

Flammable Keep your body away from fire or flames after you have put on the medicine dressing and clothing in contact with this product are easily ignited by a naked flame!

I got the computer on and checked the Emails first in case any appointments or messages had come in from The GUM clinic or other of my medical second-homes. Hehe! I got this one from Sherrington Park Medical Practise:

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WD 0.31.0 So, that’s been Monday, Thursday, and today this week, and now I’m booked in for next Monday. I’ve had calls from the ADVATC Anticoagulation Deep Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic as well. Might the end be nigh? Hehehe! Fret not, though. ♫’Que sera, sera’♫, there is more in life to worry about than death! Anyway, I’m not ready yet. Haha!

I set about updating the Thursday written narrative. Got it finished and posted off, then started this blog off. Visited the WordPress Reader section. Went on the TFZer Facebooking.

5Fri007Got some breakfast nibbled.

Watched a bit of YouTube accident clips.

Off to get the ablutions sorted out. The cunning EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) were all keeping their heads down, I didn’t see a single one?

5Fri007aBoy, were the legs well-bloated with water, or what? I’d just taken off my night socks. The limbs look ready to burst open. Hehe!

Then hurried and scurried around getting ready and off to the surgery.

5Fri08It was about 0800hrs as I left the flats, but it was still a little murky looking out there.

I place my big white bag of recyclables near the caretaker’s door. To the left of this photographicalisation, taken as I set off!

As I walked along Chestnut Walk, I took this 5Fri08aphotograph on the right about, of part of what will be new parking spaces for the better-off of the inmates with vehicles.

As I got ready to take a shot of the Winwood Extra Care and Winchester Courts, Obersturmbannführeress Deana came out of the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, 5Fri09Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. We exchanged a few words, had a laugh, and I went back to taking the picture.

5Fri10As I turned right, down Winchester Road Hill, the colouring was much different to yesterday, and the daylight seemed to arrive quickly.

I plodded on down the road, and on to Mansfield Road. 

Were I nipped into the Continental Store to get a loaf of their excellent, but very expensive sliced bread. I came out with the sliced bread, 5Fri10asome cooked meat to go on it and a beef tomato. Now all I need is some potato curls from Lidl and a bottle of liquid soapflakes from Wilko.

A few more vehicles and Nottinghamians about this morning compared to yesterday. At the traffic light junction with Haydn Road, I thought the view related to how I felt for some 5Fri11reason, I forget what it was now. Tsk!

A little farther up the hill, my first Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was espied on the other side of the road. A long way off, but the zoom feature on the camera allowed me to catch the little scallywag!

5Fri12Minutes later, Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist I caught number two.

He was extra naughty, as he swerved towards me as he shot by! Git!

Up and over the hill and down to Carrington and the Sherringham Park Medical Practice. My second home. Hahaha!

I got inside and handed the receptionist the appointment letter that Nurse Ann had printed off for me yesterday. A gentle frown appeared on the angels face, and after a quick clandestine word with the other receptionist, I was told to take a seat, which I did. I got out the Clarkson book and had a good read before Doctor Vindla came to fetch me into her room.

WD 0.31.0 As I struggled to get up and wavered a bit, my bag caught the decorated Christmas Tree, and a bauble fell off and into my bag!

In the surgery, I was told the blood test for today had been cancelled, and the Monday appointment is still on.

I explained my concerns, and the ever-patient Doctor gave me an examination or two. She checked my legs and asked questions about them. Regarding my memory and dizzies, she arranged for me to visit her on Monday, before the Blood Test with the nurse, she warned me it would be a lengthy examination, and made it for 11:20hrs. (Fungal Lesion?) She then sent a prescription electronically to the chemist, for some Furosemide PhEur tablets. A warning notice:

FDA warning: Liver function warning: This drug has a black box warning. This is the most serious warning from the Food and Drug Administration (FDA). A black box warning alerts doctors and patients to drug effects that may be dangerous!
Furosemide is a strong diuretic (water pill) that helps your body get rid of excess water. It does this by increasing the amount of urine your body makes. If you take too much of this drug, it can lead to very low amounts of water and electrolytes in your body. This can cause dehydration. Your doctor will monitor your fluid levels and may change your dosage based on those levels.

Low blood pressure warning: This drug can cause low blood pressure. Symptoms include feeling dizzy and faint after standing up. If this occurs, move slowly when changing positions after sitting or lying down. If this problem continues, call your doctor.
Low potassium levels warning: This drug can cause low potassium levels. (Potassium is a mineral that helps your nerves, muscles, and organs work normally.) Symptoms include tiredness, muscle weakness, and nausea or vomiting. Call your doctor if you have these symptoms.
Low thyroid levels warning: High doses (over 80 mg) of furosemide can cause low levels of thyroid hormones. If you’re taking high doses of this drug and have symptoms of thyroid problems, call your doctor. These symptoms can include: tiredness, weakness, weight gain, dry hair and skin, increased feelings of being cold.

Oh, dearie me!

I will get an appointment from the QMC within six weeks. (Not sure what this is was for?)

I thanked her, and left on my way to the Carrington Pharmacy, to collect the Furosemide. When I told them about the thermometer, I’d bought from them yesterday, the fact that I had to keep buying cover cones for it and I could not hear the supposed two tones, even with the machine inside my ear! The Pharmacist came over, and what flowed from his lips about my thermometer complaint, was pure genius! Admittedly on their own, the facts he stated were absolute gobbledegook, gibberish, balderdash and mumbo-jumbo, but his use of double-talk and his timing were perfect, to bamboozle even an educated person into believing his jabberwocky, let alone an idiot like me. Admiration flowed, as I departed the Chemists and went off to Lidle for a nosey around. I got the curly fries as planned, some mushrooms and a bottle of bleach.

5Fri013Paid on the self-serve till, and caught a but back to Sherwood.

When I dropped off the bus, I wondered if Holland & Barrett had any of the French Chestnuts in stock. I know they are ridiculously costly, but they are gorgeous. I popped into the shop, to find they were selling them at Half-Price! I weakened and bought every jar they had left, all four! £3.50 down to £1.75!

Then over the road and called in the Wilko Store for the liquid soapflakes. Then into the next two charity shops, but I didn’t buy anything.

5Fri014Up to the bus stop, to be joined later by Doreen. A natter and laugh on the way home.

I got the things put away, turned on the oven ready for the curly fries later, had an SSWW, and put half a Furosemide tablet in the evening’s dosage pot with the other ones.

Got stuck into updating this blog.

Got caught up to here, and the weariness downed.

5Fri34So, I got the nosh sorted out. The Lidl potato curls were seasoned perfectly to my palate. The chestnuts tasted A1, and the pork and tomato sarnie was as good a one as I’ve ever had! Flavour rating of 9.45/10 given!

I soon ate it all up, not that there was a lot of it for once, and I made another sandwich up.

Sat down again to eat the new sarnie, and watch a ‘Frost’ DVD… I woke with sarnie still precariously balanced on the folds of my stomach and the TV still on!

Inchcock – Fri 30th Nov 2015: Bad start to the day. Virgin Media so slow! Sister Jane phoned,& my mate Michael paid me a visit that made my day!

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Friday 30th November 2015

Slovenian: Petek, 30. november 2015

00:00hrs: Again, a different Inchcock wakes up. This time an anguished, got-himself-into a dither, distressed old man with a mind-full of fears and concerns. Tsk!

I fought to remove my pot-bellied portly paunched body from the £300 second-hand recliner with surprising ease this morning. And off for an SSWW (Short-sharp-Wee-wee) Spotting a couple of dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) as I did do. Had a spray around with the cough-inducing Sanmex bug-killer spray, then washed and antisepticised the hands and contact points.

To the kitchen to do the Health Checks, take the medications and brew-up.

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WDP I had a bit of exasperation in trying to get the flipping sphygmomanometer to work. It took a few tries before it operated for me. This may account for the high Sys and Dia and pulse results? Perhaps, mayhap, perchance, conceivably, or not.

Back to the wet room for the Porcelain Throne duties. All good, apart from a little bleeding again from the fungal lesion. Ailments, including Back-Ache-Brenda, once more being kind to me. These good starts to the day worry me… they never last long! Oy-Vey!

I got on to updating yesterday’s blog, straight away because I knew it was going to cost me a lot of time, with the photographs and a lot of things happening on Thursday.

Apart from the odd SSWW and making brews of tea that I allowed to get cold repeatedly, it took me until around 05:00hrs to get it finished and posted off, Ah-well!

I had a bash on the WordPress Reader, once again some great stuff on there.

I got the mushrooms and cut some turnip slices and added them with the fungus in the crock-pot.

Updated the Facebook albums, and went on the TFZ site.

WDP Then made a start on this blog. This is when the Virgin Internet again went dead slow, in an insulting sort of way. I’m sure I heard the mocking voice of the Chairman of the company, Mr Fries, the man who is on (Note, I didn’t say earns!) a $111.9 million salary, laughing at me! I’d call him an incapable con-man, but seeing his photo, I think he must be connected to the Mob! Lucky for him I’m impecunious coward struggling to his ever-increasing charges, so cannot get over to have it out with him. I haven’t got a passport anyway. Hehe!

5Fri003

5Fri003aI made a Morrison order for next Thursday twixt 1200 > 1300hrs.

I made another mug of tea and stood out on the new balcony to view the scenery and make sure I drank this one. There was a lot of activity below. Maybe the men were here to repair the Fire Alarm for us? They all looked to be electrical logos on the vans down there.

I had a bit of bother opening the window, and more in closing it. Trapped another finger this time. Tsk!

Checked on the mushroom and turnips in the slow-cooker.

Nodded off at the computer for a few minutes, luckily I didn’t fall out of the chair.

Health Checks and medications sorted out.

Sister Jane rang. Nice chinwag about this and that. Nice of her to phone.

Set about sorting the nosh. Just laying out the plate, when my old mate Michael rang the intercom from in the lobby. Shame about the food, but this was nothing compared to having a chinwag with Mike and hearing what he’s been up to. Bless him, for calling to see me.

WDP After Michael left, I meant to take his photograph out of the balcony window. But as I pulled back the spring clip holding the window shut, somehow in my usual ‘Cock-it-up’ fashion, it sprang back, and the edge stuck under my fingernail, making me jump, drop the camera and clouted my head against the frame. Eizel! By the time I recovered and got up off of the wooden slats and looked out… He had gone!

5Fri004When I’d recovered later, I took this picture of the spot that Michael had parked. The Wilmott Dixon lads now occupied it. I presume that Plonk-Brewer and Plant Perambulator Paulius and Ian Incharge were down there somewhere. 

Then I had fun trying to close the window again. Tsk!

As I was about to get the food sorted again, the sun came out strongly, so I got the camera and tried to do a panoramic shot of the view.

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WDP I ended up with a lot of reflective twinkles from the sun coming from behind and hitting the windows I imagine. Shame about that, it could have been a good photographicalisation, too. Tsk!

5Fri006I did the last of the Health Checks, and the medicationalisationing was done. I took an extra Codeine tonight, as the head was still aching from my side-headbutting the new balcony window frame. Hehehe!

I got the nosh sorted at last. Apart from the chips which I’d left in the oven on a low light, the turnips and mushrooms were stone cold. But, believe it or not, they went down well, and I enjoyed them all the same. Might be because I was in better spirits after Jane phoning and Michael had paid me a visit.

 I checked the programmes on the TV, and there were some I wanted to watch. (He says, knowing full well this was not going to happen!) I put the tray with the well-emptied plate and things on the chair. Thought I’d watch the first of the programmes (A US Bizzare Murders) then get the washing up done.

Fell asleep as the programme started and didn’t actually see any of it! Humph!

Inchcock – Sat 27 Oct 2018:

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Saturday 27th October 2018

Saterdag 27 Oktober 2018

0100hrs: Woke up with a bit of the Shaking Shaun bother going on. By the time they had stopped, the brain had joined in, and things could be assessed. Hippy Hilda was far much more relaxed this morning, only Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding a tad, was of any concern. No Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis… physically I felt rather good.

I even disentangling my obesely potbellied short torso with its fluid filled legs and dangly arms from the £300 second-hand recliner was without toe-stubbings, or knocking anything off of the Ottoman! Smug-Mode Adopted! I went into Super-Smug-Mode when I noticed I had the cheese biscuit pot on the side, and I had only nibbled a couple of them!

WD181.9.9 The Super-Smug-Mode did not last long. Off to the wet room for a wee-wee, that turned out to be a Porcelain Throne session by the time I got there. Hehe! The evacuation went well, but I had to accinge my loins when sorting and medicating the haemorrhaging fungal lesion. A disagreeable and unsettling experience. Why so much bleeding this morning? Maybe the INR Warfarin level had got too high? With them now doing less frequent blood tests to save money, does concern me. This may explain the pallidity of my skin? Took me ages to clean up the splattered red liquid from me, the floor, sink and WC! Humph!  You can see why I permanently keep overstocked with kitchen towels. A good job my friend had kept me in a good supply of PP’s, too.

Ah, well, I pressed on to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.

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6Sat01The sphygmomanometer took four tries to get it to operate.

WD181.9.9 Every test resulted in an increase. Syn, Dia, Pulse, Temperature and Weight! Grumble-clunk!

WD181.9.9 Took the medications from the drawer, and realised I had not taken last nights doses. So, I took them straight away and will take the morning ones later on. What a Shmo!

I carried out an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles patrol, Sanex Killer spray to hand, of course. I started in the wet room. Where I came across many dead weevils, spread all over the floor, but they were only very tiny ones? Then into the spare room, and found just a few dead and live ones, on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge, the carpet, the clothes rack and on the scales! These Weevils were bigger beetles. To the kitchen, again not many seen, but they were al tiny weevils and dead? I wonder what’s going on with them? I’ll get the carcases hoovered up later when the noise will not bother any neighbours.

Made a brew of English Breakfast Tea, and got the computer going. Started to finalise the Friday blog, and got it posted off to WordPress.

WD181.9.9 When it came to starting this post going, I realised I had not got any advance templates made-up! So I did this as I went along, getting up to here. Then began to create some templates for future use. A long, monotonous (and for me, a usually error-ridden) job, but so helpful later on to have them ready.

Three hours, two mugs of tea and three wee-wees later, I’d got caught up. Haha!

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6Sat24Weariness and fatigue arrived so early today.

I got the nosh prepped and served up.

As part of my ‘Lose-Weight-Inchock’ campaign, I cunningly used a smaller dish, so that hopefully the food would look more than it actually was. I don’t know if it was for this reason, but I didn’t eat it all?

Mushrooms smoked back bacon and tomato passata. Three slices of bread, but I only ate two of them.

Got the pots washed and sat down. I put the TV on and commenced watching some absolute rubbish, and still, I could not get to sleep! Although I did manage a lot of little nodding-offs. Later, as ‘Britains most Evil Killers’ came on Freeview channel eleven for me to take an interest in viewing… I fell asleep!

Inchcock – Monday 22nd October 2018: Laundry done. Good Hobble and photographicalisationing session

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Monday 22nd October 2018

Scots Gaelic: Diluain 22 Dàmhair 2018

0000hrs: Woke, feeling much better than last night. The mind had given back a limited amount of control to my brain. A degree of appetence had returned.

I lay perched on top of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, appreciative that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were both absent.

1Mon001I decided that an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle assessment would be a good idea, first task!

A wee-wee was needed, so I started the reconnaissance patrol in there.

Amazingly, I found only two live weevils, no live ones in there, and, the possible reason why; a tiny spider. Whether this minuscule arachnid would be big enough to actually eat one of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, Hmm. I wouldn’t have thought so? I left him or her to it anyway, just in case, he was searching for his breakfast.

1Mon01To the spare room, and found ten or so dead weevils on the light and view-blocking new window ledge and two live ones on a box. I dispatched them to snout-beetle heaven.

To the kitchen, and found only three dead ones! But there was a large LadyBug on the light and view-blocking new window ledge. I left the Ladybird in peace. Who knows, the reduction in the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle this morning, maybe thanks to this bug?

Then, as it had grown more urgent now, I finally got to have my wee-wee.

Got the Health Checks done.

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1Mon01aaThe readings were down this morning.

Well, all apart from temperature, and the weight, of course!

I must try to get a hobble in today if I can.

Took the medications.

1Mon06 Got the computer on, to finish off and finalise yesterday’s diary… and…

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A long time later, it came back on, slowly. I struggled but got the Sunday Diary finished and posted off. Had a go on the WordPress Reader.

P1030618Off to the Porcelain Throne. Excellent Evacuation! Bloodless, and sufficiently substantial enough to allow me to read four pages of the Clarkson book.

I made a start on this blog up to here and chose to get the washing done.

Gathered the things needed and down to the P1030619laundry room. It was a bit nippy this morning!

Nipped outside to take a couple of photographicalisations.

It seemed eerie for some reason, then I heard noises from the trees area and came back in sharpish.

P1030620I noticed the electronic sign near to the lift doors was telling me I could be an Ace Inspector! I’d love to, but there is not enough time every day as it is to do anything else. Due to my habit or hobby of falling asleep earlier each day! Hehe!

Back up to the flat.

Did some more work on this diary.

Then down to move the washing into the dryer.

Back up again to the apartment, and got on with blogging.

I thought about where I could go for my hobble later. I reckon to the arboretum. I’ll get the mallard and pigeon food in the bag now, while I think of it. I can call in Lidl to get some of there tasty Assam Tea bags and bread, as I limp through Carrington, perhaps, if I remember to… will I, though? Maybe, maybe not… or should I… Change of thought took over, off to the wet room for another wee-wee.

Back to the computer, and went on the TFZ Facebook site.

0440hrs: Back down to collect the laundry. Cleaned out the filter and wiped the drum, back again to the flat.

Tried to download some TFZer Halloween graphics to amend and use, then…

1Mon07

Computer turned off. Swore, then went to get the ablutions sorted. Took the black bags to the waste chute.

I decided to have a walk to the Arboretum for sure. Checked that the Mallard and Pigeon were in the bag, made a shopping list for Lidl: Tomatoes, bread or cobs and the Assam Tea (determined not to buy owt not-needed!).

1Mon09I set off, still a bit cool, but the walking should put that right. Along Chestnut Walk and threw a good morning to Wardens Deana and Julie through the window on the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, 1Mon10and residents porta-cabin.

As I turned right onto Winchester Street Hill, the Pavement Parkers had just filled the footpath entirely with their cars!

That was nice of them, I thought!

Between the first vehicle (well, the first eight cars actually) and the mesh-fencing,  they had left about 4 inches for pedestrians to walk in! Grumph!

1Mon11This is where I had to walk down the hill!

Still, only for a few hundred yards, then I got back on the pavement, just in time to cross the road to go down the incline. Oy Vey!

The sun was breaking through and causing some nice views. I did take a photograph that I thought would come out as a ‘Moody’ one. But instead, it disappeared into the ether never to 1Mon12be seen again!

Near Hall Street, anyone parking on the double yellow lines would have had a reasonable excuse. Hehehe!

I limped along onto Mansfield Road. I called into the Continental Food Store, with hopes of finding some of the square lemon sliced cakes on sale. But they had still not got any in stock. Although I did get a lemon croissant. Never tried them before.

1Mon13I got a decent pace on, although I was in no rush, up and over the hill and into Carrington.

A depressing looking hamlet nowadays.

I called into the Lidl shop as planned. And kept Mostly to the shopping list. The Assam tea, tomatoes and White Scottish rolls, I was just tempted by their Lemon & Lime yoghourt and bought one.

1Mon14As I passed the college, a Herbert of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist student young gentleman came close to hitting me as he came from behind at speed.

It gave me a jump, and I called out to him, thanking him. For which I got the two-finger gesticulation in reply. I hoped he might fall off of his pushbike as he wobbled a bit, but no such luck!

1Mon14aAlong to the Gregory Boulevard/Mansfield Road traffic islands junction.

Anne Gyna was playing up a bit, but Hippy Hilda and Lower Backpain Petunia were a lot worse. Hehehe! Like the new name?

Half-way up the hill, I crossed over the road at the pelican lights.

1Mon15Up to Forest Road East and left down North Sherwood Street.

I stopped for w while near the Guinness Trust’s Colville Court. An aged person’s dwelling. I went to see about moving there before I came to Woodthorpe Court. I visited and had a look around and spoke with one of the wardens.

I was impressed with what they offered. The single flats were about the same size as the one I’m in now. A nurse on site 24/7. Communal cooking facilities. Communal lounge with snooker table and TV. Your flat had an option of cleaners weekly. The heaters were not on night-heating. A bus to the 1Mon16supermarket every Tuesday and Friday laid on. The staff do a visual check on you every day; unless you ask them not to. CCTV was internal and external. Hairdresser and laundry service available. I was deciding about whether to go there or not, then they told me the rent. Cor Blimey!

I got to the entrance and into the Arboretum. 1Mon17Walked towards the, what locally is known as Muggers Bridge or Tunnel.

As I walked under the roadway, I could smell an aroma I have never encountered before.

A sweet, yet unpleasantly nasal blocking smell? I suppose the nearest thing I can think of, would be cooking tripe with honey? Just thought I’d mention it.

I viewed the Chinese cannons from a distance. I was going to walk up and have a closer view, but I saw some youths lurking around them.

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1Mon19I got to my beloved duck pond eventually, after stopping to smell flowers and looking at wildlife. Squirrels, blackbirds, mice and what I think might have been a mole, as I hobbled to the Mallards.

My heart lifted when I saw that there were many of them there today. Sometimes, like the last visit, when they had all disappeared?

1Mon25I shall only put this one photo of the birds on here because I intend to do another post dedicated to them.

It still amazes me, how the Mallards and Pigeons live together in such Harmony. At the Nottingham Canal, they fight and squabble all the time, then the Canada and Egyptian geese and join in. The Pochards get involved as well.

I spent an hour or so feeding and nattering with them. Hehehe!

The walk up into town set-off Anne Gyna and Lower Backpain Petunia. But once I was on the level, they both eased off for me. I’d just missed the L9, so caught a number 40.

1Mon26I took this bit of Nottingham Nature on St Anns Well Road from the bus window. Bootifull don’t you think?

When we got to Winchester Street, the Gas people had blocked off the up-the-hill side of the road. I got off at the usual stop, and with all the traffic turning off to find a different way through to the Mapperley Top, I got over the road with ease and little danger for a change.

Walked back to the flats, met Doreen. Poor thing was drained and tired. We had a natter though before I had to get a move on to the wet room!

I got in a set about updating this blog.

Made a brew, and took this panoramic type shot from the kitchen window. It looks lovely in the sunshine, but it was not warm at all. Brr!

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1Mon29

A decent little hobble today.

Made all the more enjoyable by not having to rush around at it.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Updated this post, which cost me a long time.

Then made up the Arboretum Blog, making it with a bit humorous comments, and posted it off.

1Mon30Got the meal served up.

Prok Knuckle buttered cobs, potato letters and tomatoes with onion salt.

The Asda (Walmart) potato letter were very soft and bland inside. The vanilla and lemon croissant was too sweet but passable. The Scottish buns and Polish pork were great!

Overall flavour-rating, 7.4/10.

Fell asleep with the tray on my bulbous stomach, and somehow or other, it stayed there until I woke up at 0025hrs!