Inchcock: Wednesday 16th November 2022

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00:25hrs: I gave up trying to sleep. Two reasons, first, I kept jumping awake every few minutes, and second, with the surgery visit today, I wanted to get up to date with the blogging cause with another day out tomorrow, things are going to be a struggle to get done.
Carer Richard was on my mind as well; I so hope he’s feeling better; his ticker was racing yesterday. Fingers crossed, he’s okay.

I poddled into the kitchenette, not to put the kettle on but to do the checks. Nothing calamitous was found in there; taps (faucets), fridge and cooker were all as they ought to be.

was giving me much wind, noisy belches and squeaking again.

I thought I’d try to get some shops of the 0100hrs view with al the lights on. Took a shot straight ahead. Then to the left, and then to the right.
None of them came out very good, but on the other hand, I’ve taken many that were a lot worserer. Hehehe!

The last effort was down to the Citrus Walk car park – I’ve done it again, called it Citrus Walk! I keep doing that lately. It’s Chestnut Way. I don’t think that she in control, whim I Christened as being likes Chestnuts. Haha!

However, at least the Chestnut Way car park picture came out better than the other more distant shots did. In fact, I think it was one of my better tries. I gave it an emotion of eeriness?

I thought I’d get the Health Checks done, as it appears that when I do them in the mornings, the results from the NHS analyser seem slightly better. Or have I got it wrong again?

I think this worked again this morning.
The pulse had dropped a lot.

The SYS 44, DIA 76, were both in the Amber.

I am a fool, they were all in the Amber individually.
But the results came out as in the Red Hypertension – 1 on the grid?.
But only just in it, so another good result, methinks.

Not bad at all. . I concentrated on getting the Tuesday blog finished off and eventually got it posted to WordPress.
Again; .
Ailments-wise, I was also doing well; strange but welcome. and and were the only things over-bothering me. just when I start to feel physically much better, poor get poorlier. I hope he’s improved a bit since yesterday and will be well enough to get to work.

I did the Pinteresting. Emailed the link, had a wee-wee and started sorting the photographicalisations for this blog. Went on CorelDraw to get the Ode made for this blog, then had another wee-wee.
All the wee’s (and those that followed) were of the WSSAO (Weakly -Sprinkly-Spraying-All-Over) variety.

Tea GlengettieOff to the kitchenette to make the first brew of tea, Glengettie. The finger I burnt last night, I ceremoniously stuck in the mug of freshly brewed tea. dipping the tea bag to get the full strength out of it. Tsk!
is still active.

Came in. He was terribly pasty looking and nowhere near his usual self, poor lad. No yawning and not much gossiping today.

He told me he rang his surgery to get an appointment, and the auto-answer machine told him he was 58th in the queue!
He’s a full diabetic and was not in good shape at all. I fear for his health, but he will not call for an ambulance, as he did for me last month.
I tried to lighten his load. I slipped him a can of pink gin; I know he likes them. And gave him the two beef slices that I missed giving him yesterday. He did have a minute or two chinwags as he was leaving, taking the bin bag with him for me. I still feel uncomfortable for him.

The lift should be arriving at 14:15hrs to get me to the Doctor’s surgery for the ECG & DVT vein bleed sampling.
I must make sure I remember this and get the ablutioning done, leaving me plenty of time to get down to the lobby.

Sister Jane rang, and a mutual moaning and yet a laughing session ensued. We share many problems. Haha!

The noise restarted again.
I wasn’t up to retaliate. Not feeling so good myself now.

Made some food, as I will or may be out late today.
I espied in the bin near the computer, evidence that I had been at the nocturnal-nibbling again.
Yet I was still feeling hungry?
But still made a meal; of sorts.

Rostis & chips. And very nice too. Even if it was a Plain-Jane affair.

Then got the ablutions done and dressed.
Spent ages getting things sorted to take with me to the Doctors for the EDG. Or even ECG.

Got down in the foyer with the crossword book and got some solutions in while sitting awaiting the lift. He arrived early, and I was soon being dropped off at the Sherrington Park Surgery.
Logged in, and ten minutes later, had the pleasure if Nurse Nicole coming out to collect me.
Into her room for the ECG. The DVT vein drain was not on for today as I thought it was, but they will let me know when.
It was grand chatting with Nurse Nicole. While in there, it felt like Doreen Dementia had given me a break, and I had a clearish mind for half an hour. I didn’t last, of course, but was appreciated. All done, and my mind fogged over almost the second I left the rooms. Back to reality.

I left the building and walked down to the Lidl store.
Once inside, things were back in control of .
I wandered around, having no idea what I’d gone into the shop for. I think I must have been in there for an hour or so, meandering around almost aimlessly. It got worse at the self-serve checkouts.

I joined the queue, and dropped, I can’t remember what it was now, something, and the chap behind picked it up for me.
Blanks A lady helped me out with getting the things put through.
Bless her.
I regained a degree of understanding after leaving the store and got to the bus stop okay. It was there that I realised I had a carrier bag of stuff on the handlebar of the walker-guide and things in the trolley bag too?
I let a bus that I wanted to catch back into Sherwood go by because I couldn’t make out what number it was in time to stop it.

The next bus that came, I asked a young lady at the stop what number it was; I got looked at up and down, with a frown; and a curt “A 69!” in return. Shot my hand out, got on the bus, and got to the seat in time before the driver moved off, only because he waited for me to get seated first.

I must say Thanks: to the gentleman who picked the things up for me – The lady at the Lidl checkout and the patient bus driver.

Dropped off in Sherwood, and I realised the connecting bus up to the flats was due in two minutes. I got across the Pelican lights and up to the bus stop as quickly as I could but did not make it in time… However, there was a gang of Winwood Heights tenants still at the bus stop. One chap told me the 40 bus had not arrived yet. We had to wait for the next one.

When we got back to the flats, my spirits rose again as I had a natter with someone as we entered the Winchester Court lobby, walked through the passage and into Winwood Court.

I’ve no idea why, but I started yodelling? I was suddenly in a happy mood? I espied in the Winwood lobby, that the ILCs (Independent Living Coordinators) Holding Room Office door was ajar, and at that moment remembered I needed to ask, Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana if she could check over the paperwork for the Nuthall Hospital visit and arrange transport for the day. (Not sure now if I did or not, though?) Sad, innit?
NCH (Nottingham City Homes) Generalfeldmarshalless & Desk-Top Dancer Angela, and Obersturmbannfuhreress, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie were also there. I’m not certain what we spoke about, but we laughed a lot, I think.

When I got back up to the flat and started emptying the food from the bags, it was almost like Christmas as a kid.

I genuinely could not remember what I’d purchased and soon found out.

Gin, tomatoes, BBQ sauce, Frikadellens, bread rolls, Marshmallows, Snack pies, and two bars of chocolate.

By gum, I live well!

I was feeling hungry again now, seeing all this fodder.  may have another meal later on?

Arrived. Medications were given, we had a natter. Treats, and Carolynne took the waste bag with her as she departed.

I had a nibble, with some much-buttered bread rolls, yellow & red tomatoes and some vegan pie pieces, with extra onion pickle. And BBQ sauce dip.

I ate about half of it. But think I shouldn’t have. Too much eating today?
Got off to sleep with no bother.

Fri 10 July 2015: Inchcock Today: Oven chips and a new Heroine!

Friday 10 July 2015


0330hrs: View from the kitchen window

Up at 0250hrs: took me quilt and throw into the bedroom, from the kitchen where I’d been trying to kip – WC’d kettle and laptop on – and took a photo from through the kitchen window.

Then started the flat-wide search for me hearing aids!

Found them in plain view on top of the fire surround in the living room on me third search of the living room. Tsk!

The haemorrhoids were bleeding, the angina worse than it’s been for ages and the skin cancer wound a bit naughty and stinging again.

But, all in all I was not too bad – then when I opened WordPress I’d got an offer from Dunc of a free office swivel chair – and he offered to delivery it for me! That made my day, thanks Dunc!

Here I am, sat sitting in me only chair on the laptop (without me hearing aids in)… and realised what the clonking noise was throughout the night. It was the fridge freezer letting me know it’s still working.

Took me medications. Made a cuppa, but could not face any porridge again this morning – I think the nerves are playing up a tad, stomach joining in with me other ailments, churning away. Huh!

I’ve got one of the City Home ladies calling today (Not the Frau Obergruppenfurher Kommandant, but Deana Walker, my Independent Living Co-ordinator. To have a talk about things.

I’ll have to call in at the GP sometime to clarify the date of me next INR blood checks. And call at the bank to make sure they have me new address – and… Oh it’s too much. Wouldn’t be so bad but everyone keeps telling me to phone them and I really can’t hear what many of them are saying and make errors… Me mind is ready to explode… still, there won’t be much collateral damage. Hehe!

Made some notes of things to remember that need doing – but it is a long and confusing list – wouldn’t be so bad if I could read me own writing!

Got me bag of rubbish ready to take to the rubbish chute and letter to take to the shed… then could I find the door keys? – No!

After 40 failed minutes searching the same place I’d already searched I decided I was going potty! I’d come back from me walk last evening so I had them then… Searched all the bags, laundry bag, cabinets and cupboards, storage box’s to no avail – frustrated and annoyed with myself I was – when Deana arrived for her interview session.

She dug in searching with me again – we’d got to point where I thought they ain’t here!

And then… 01topa

After ten minutes she found them in the laundry bag in me pyjama pocket!

01topWell Done Deana Walker!

Saved me bacon there she did – and me sanity too!

She then conducted the interview of sorts taking all me details as required by Nottingham city Homes.

She fitted the Lifeline Connect system.

That’s where I can call for help when if I think I’m going to conk-out.

Waiting now for the Tesco delivery.

Then I hope to get a bus into town and change me address with the bank, hearing aid batteries from the audio centre and call in Jessops to get help with the camera. But I forgot about the Tesco delivery.

I put the oven on ready so I could put me oven chips and roast parsnips in when the delivery arrived. (Says him salivating at the thought) 

Having sausages and petits-pois with em I reckon, they are ready in the tray to be microwaved.

The delivery arrived and I put the nosh in the oven first, then put away the frozen food that came.

DSCF0060And do you know… there was a French Horn Fresh cream cake with them… don’t know FibModehow that got in the order. (Cough cough)

I’m somewhat disappointed with the oven chips after waiting for three years to get some again – they were a disappointment – with me recent experiences with Tesco I should have known and expected less. I bought some ‘Tesco brand Homestyle oven chips’… tasteless! Such a let-down! Boo!

The skin cancer wound is itching like mad now. Huh! Just can’t resist having a good scratch and rubbing me shoulder against the door edge.

Got me quilt cushion and throw, fashioned a bed on the kitchen floor got down and read some of me, Berlin the downfall by Anthony Beevor, and this time I did nod-off quickly, despite me brain being confused and ever active. And… I don’t think I woke up during the 6 hours before I  sprang awake.