Inchcockski – Sunday 8th December 2019: Far less mingent activity today, Hehe!

1 Dec 08

2019 ttDec 08

Sunday 8th December 2019

Maltese: Il-Ħadd 8 ta ‘Diċembru 2019

01Dec 08

23:15hrs: I woke to find the brain clinomania affected. Slowly, dilatorily turning from a deep sleep, into a mock-activation mode. At least the brain was working: ‘Josie’s meal to do today’, Ocado delivery twixt 0600 > 0800hrs’. It didn’t get far, as the need for a wee-wee arrived, and this meant the moving of the flobby-bellied yet rhinoceros-sized short tubby body, from the £300, c1968, rickety recliner.

WD 250.0.250 Argh! A brand new pain was stinging me, the right side of the chest and shoulder. No idea what it is, but most likely I’d been sleeping in some sort of warped, bent position. Getting up was more manageable today, and I’d left the four-pronged walking stick handily next to the Ottoman. (Why can’t I always do this?)

Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on and took the medications with some orange juice. I got the hiccups pretty bad, which lasted for half an hour or so, then stopped? The chest and shoulder were still aching sharply. Made the brew and off to the computer.

Virgin 128.0.0

This made things go slower than ever. At times it would not let me upload any photographs, or just froze for differing lengths of time. Gribble-Crap! But, I had a banal persistent in me this morning and pressed on. Moaning and grumblingly, I admit! Hours later, I got the post finalised, Phew, worra struggle! Thanks, Mr Fries!

The wee-wees were persistent, all of the WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) mode. I sent some pictures to Pinterest, then went on the WordPress Reader. Next, on to the TFZer Facebooking.

Nearly time to get the ablutions done, and the EQ was telling me to expect problems.

WDP 13LWD 250.0.250 I had to stop suddenly on the computerisationing when Saccades Sandra started off. There was no way I could cope with typing and or the screen flashing. The loss of eye-control was a little unnerving. Vision blurring badly as the eye-nerves were sending and twitching then every which way! I had concerns about risking shaving now. But I’ll give a cautious try. Off to the wet room, I doddered.

WDP08LWell, if ever I deserved a few moments of Inner-Smugness, it was after doing the ablutionalisationing! It went amazingly well! Dropsies, only four, toothbrush, razors (2) and unfortunately, a bottle of disinfectant when I was cleaning up afterwards, and it split open (plastic bottle). But no bother to clean up, although it was too early to use the shower cause of the noise. So I took water from the sink and rinsed it away, and dried the liquid with paper towels, using my left foot. So I didn’t have to go down on my knees and get stuck down there again. (No nurses to come to save and rescue me today, Haha!) No teeth-cleaning cuts, no shaving cuts! Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding! Fair enough, I did get the odd bruise out of the Sock-Glide usage!

7Sun01WD 250.0.250 After I’d got the socks on, I realised that the left leg had more water-retention than the right one. But, I soon had a message from my EQ, and all became clear as to why this had happened. It has to be the Peripheral neuropathy’s Synapse, (The area between nerve cells or neurons that transmits nerve impulses that are dying) are not getting the messages to the brain? This would explain the legs, almost several times a day changes? In degrees of the Clopidogrel, Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis (DVT), and iliac, femoral, and varicose vein conditions? Oh, I love it when I can get a chance to sound knowledgable and intelligent. I’d be lost without the internet, yer know. Hehehe!

WD 250.0.250 The chest and shoulder pains are still with me. Tsk! I meandered with the stick into the kitchen to make another brew, and the intercom lit up. It was the Ocado delivery man. I gathered the returnable carrier bags and went to the door as he arrived. The chap put them in the hallway for me, we had a friendly litt7Sun02le short natter – but I’d not the hearing-aids in, so I’m not sure what we spoke about, but he laughed, so I did, as he departed. I took the bags one at a time into the kitchen and put the kettle on again, and took a photo of the delivery after I’d emptied the packages, and laid the nosh out, then realised there was no paperwork or email with details to check if anything is missing or not with? Ah, well! Here are some snaps I took of the products I purchases, including some luxury items for Julie and myself.

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The message on the smoked Haddock had made me smile. ‘Atlantic Dyed Smoked Haddock Fillets’ I should hope they have died! Oh, I am a clot at times! Hahaha!

7Sun08WD 250.0.250 I noticed that the Scilician black tomatoes had ‘Fully Recyclable Packaging written on the box. Minutes later, I turned and saw the recyclable tomato bag actually moving to the hot mug of tea, and clinging around the mug, for dear life! I had a job pulling it off without spilling the tea, but I coped with it. ‘Smug-Mode-Engaged’ again!

7Sun12WDPH01L3I had a quick bash on the TFZer Facebook site, before getting Josie’s dinner cooked. Chickpeas in tomato-puree and passata. Two pieces of smoked Haddock, beetroot, cheesy-potatoes, sliced tomatoes, crispy onions, mushrooms and a Limoncello dessert, with a few nibbles, and a Black Tomato for her to have later in the week. Oh, and a can of Gin & Tonic. We had a quick natter and she let me take the photograph as I delivered the meal.

Then back to the flat and to the Porcelain Throne. A messy, bloody, painful, but usual evacuation. Had a wee-wee, and got the camera, and set off on a photographicalisationing visit to the Winwood Court rooftop leisure centre.

7Sun26Out, down in the lift, along through the snuggly-warm link-passage, and into the new, heated, rubber floored, gleamingly clean elevator, and up to the fourth floor. I like the commanding voice of the lift messages in these lifts, I can’t understand a word she is saying, but the tone is enough. Hehe!

Out of the elevator, into the free of any tellurians, beautiful, warm, snug-as-a-bug social room. I have yet to meet any residents in here, or on the rooftop, either. No, I tell a fib, I dd see a mother and daughter inspecting the place once, but mother turned it down.

WD 250.0.250 I pressed the big open button to the alfresco roof seating area, and the wind made the trolley go backwards into the knees! It was that strong! I should have remembered from opening the flat window earlier, but didn’t.

The leak and blockage on the rooftop are still the same. I caught a decent view of the violent wind-made ripples in the ever-growing smelly puddle of rainwater, leaves, fag-ends and oil. I leant over the safety barrier to take a downward shot of the electric-car charging point. I was surprised at how well it came out, considering the buffeting I was getting from the gale. A final shot, to try and catch an image of the bent over in the wind plants, suitably positioned next to the plant room. Haha! I’d had enough of being blown about, and went back inside. It’s no shock to see they have had to chain the furniture to the wooden flooring, is it? Brrr!

I imagine in summer, it will be packed with up here with geriatrics and a couple of nonagenarians and family visitors. I hope so, I also would like to still be capable of getting up here and having a chinwag and laugh with them, in the warm summer days.

7Sun20Back down in the lift, and then along the warm snug people-less link-corridor, back to the cold Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. It looks a little eerie in this picture. The lights are the motion-activated type.

I got back in and decided to get the nosh done, before I fell asleep, for I knew I would soon (EQ).

7Sun13I got the washing up done first (saucepans, oven-dish, spatulas etc.) after serving it up, again because I felt I was soon going to drift off into the land of nod! No handwashing, too tired! Garden peas, with demerara sugar and salt, smoked haddock, beetroots and black tomatoes. I put one on the tray so you can what they look like. Really a different taste, almost meaty.

I put on another Bond movie, ‘A View to Kill’. As an aid to counter my soporific tendencies, and started to watch it while gourmandisationing. The 9/10 Flavour-Rated meal, was all gobbled up. The taste of those black tomatoes is amazingly like pork? The smoked haddock was probably the best frozen-fish I’ve ever had. Highly palatable!

I needed a wee-wee, so took the tray and things to the kitchen, and put them in the sink to soak, had the SS (Short-Sprinkly) wee-wee, washed and returned to the recliner. I was soon in the land of nod… nice, ZZZ!

Japanese (Google translated) Sutekina tsuitachi o! すてきな一日を

TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Sun 24th Nov 2019: Not much physical activity, but psychoactivity aplenty!

1 Nov 24

2019 Tnov 24

Sunday 24th November 2019

German: Sonntag, 24 November 2019

0Nov 24

WDP sleepL01:05hrs: I woke, and lay there with uhtceare-ridden fears, worries, and neurasthenia rampant in the turmoil of mentally-handicapping thoughts, ideas, and frustrations blasting away in my mind. A definite reluctance to galvanise my body by getting up and a desire to stay hibernating in the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner lingered. Despite my having already enjoyed about five-hours of kip?

I fought the horrible fears and dysania for ages, having silent conversations with myself, on the merits of getting up, versus those of going back to sleep! This ended with me in a state of dysphoria, but the need for a wee-wee arrived, and eventually, begrudgingly, I rose out of the palace-of-peace (recliner).

WDPT06LWD 60.25.0 I got myself in a tangle with the headphones I’d forgot I was wearing, rose gingerly and caught my balance. I got my four-pronged stick and went to the up-until-now, unused GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) to relieve myself. I was caught out by the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) wee-wee that followed! At least it was painless!

WDPT03LWD 60.25.0 The annoying, droning ever-present ‘Hum’ was still with me, all around and very loud again. A Wikipedia link here to this problem: ‘The Hum’. No solutions, though. It’s a World-Wide phenomenon, it seems. Being as it has only recently come to light, I reckon it might be an after-shock of a planet exploding, going into a black hole, or someone has left the House of Commons Cabinet door open! Hehehe! 

7Sun02Off to the kitchen, it was still raining outside. I took the morning medications, jiggled the handwashing on the airers, and made a fine-strong mug of Thompson tea.

I was perking up a bit now, and the gloominess of the earlier mind-blasting was getting less bothersome. I wish I could say the same for the louder than ever mysterious ‘Hum’. Grumph!

WDPT05LWD 60.25.0 As I was about to go and get the computer going, a sudden and urgent need of the Porcelain Throne arrived! I delayed not, put the tea down, and for once with aplomb, used the four-pronged walking stick to hasten to the wet room without any trips or accifauxpas! Things activated the moment my bottom hit the plastic seat. Oh dear! Disagreeably yukky, messy, and a lot of it! Cleaning the furnishings and myself up after the event took me ages, and a bad back too!

By the time I got sorted out and back to the computer, the tea had gone cold. Huh! I left it though and got on with perusing the WordPress Reader, then moved on to updating the Saturday Inchcock Today. Although not many photographs to put on, this still took me an inordinately long time to get done. Fingertip insensitivity to touch being the cause.

Three hours, and four-wee-wees later, I got it finished. Phewski!

Then went of TFZer Facebooking.

Started an idea for a Political funny graphic. Got it done and posted off! Minced Boris

I got some biscuits and made a brew.

The next thing to do, off to for the ablutions to do! Haha!

WDPB01LBy gum, that went well! No toothbrush cuts or shaving cuts. No Sock-Glide struggle (I didn’t put any socks on!), a few dropsies, but you can’t have everything! Got dressed, and made sure the oven was heated up for Josie’s smoked haddock later and put the SoulFood veg chilli in the saucepan ready for warming up.

7Sun04WD 60.25.0 WDP 11fLI found some mail had been delivered. One was bumpf, the other from the CityCare Medicine Team. They have made an appointment to come ad see me on Thursday 28th November, at the same time as my podiatrist’s appointment at the Sherwood Health Centre Clinic! Am I lucky or what? Now I have got to bother someone who will not want worrying, to ring them for me to see if it can be changed! Grumph!

I took two photographs of the misty, cold looking morning, well lunchtime.

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Then set to getting Josie’s nosh prepared. I do hope she is there this week, and not forgot about the meal again. I think she’ll remember, cause I spoke to her when I got off of the bus the other day, so it might remind the gal. I understand perfectly how she forgets things. I’m a bit of a chronically lousy rememberer, overlooker, scatterbrain and memory-challenged chap, myself!

7Sun06WD 60.25.0f I managed with little effort, to burn my arm on the rack as I was taking out the smoked haddock from the oven. I got Josie’s meal arranged and on the wheeled server. Mini-tomatoes sliced and salted, seaweed crispies, tuna in brine with mayonnaise mixed in, gherkin slices, cheesy potatoes and a portion of smoked haddock. A Jack Daniel treat and some mint chocolates for afters. Served it to her flat door, and she answered my bell pushing, all ready for her nosh. We had a quick chinwag, and I wished her Bon Appétit!

7Sun07Back to the flat. I got the cooking things cleaned up. I did a little more TFZer Facebooking and then started to make my own nosh. Which was far less complicated, and needed only one saucepan and one dish to serve the vegetable chilli in. I added two of the mint choc-cakes for afters and a carton of fresh orange juice.

WDP 11gLWD 60.25.0 3Wed01pUnfortunately, when I’d cleaned the saucepan and cutlery used and settled into the second-hand, c1968 recliner to dine, the chilli-fodder was just too hot for me to handle and cope with! I’d had this ready-made meal a few times before, and it was perfect for me then, not too hot. And, I’d added some black bean sauce and sliced tomatoes, just the same as previous times, but the first spoonful was like a flame going down the throat! Eurgh! Never again will try this, too dangerous! I think if I had eaten it, I would have been poorly, in a bad way.

So it got thrown away, I put the bowl of it in the sink, put the sink plug in and ran the cold water over it. Then removed all the bits by hand, so they did not go down the drain, and put them in a bag, which went into two more bags, so it didn’t leak and put it ready to go to the waste chute in the morning.

WDP 11dRWD 60.25.0 Then had a devil of a job getting the red stains off of the sink! (What would have happened in my stomach if I had eaten it? Shudder!) Bleach and Flash were not doing the job! I tried some drain cleaner, and that got it off! A goof rinsing, and a prayer that it will come out all blotchy and faded afterwards. And the liquid got on the burn marks on the arm; I didn’t-half-jump! Hahaha!

I did the handwashing, got it washed, wrung and hung! 

Settled into the rickety recliner, put the TV on, and waited for sleep to arrive. Three hours later, I was still waiting…

Inchcock Today – Sun 17th Nov 2019: A muddleheaded, brain-pixillated, woolly-headed day – All normal then!

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Sunday 17th November 2019

Croatian: Nedjelja 17.11.2019

0Nov 17

01:35hrs: I woke up, but somewhat reluctantly this morning. For there were small imprints of a dream memory floating about in my electroencephalographically-challenged brain. I tried to access them without any success. All I could decipher was that I was enjoying the experience, but no details at all. Most aggranoying!

I surrendered to the impulse to get free of the xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting. When I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), recliner. Mainly due to the need for a wee-wee. I got up, slowly as the grogginess was lurking about in me again, and utilised the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). Which, incidentally, I find it so much easier nowadays, with using the four-pronged walking stick, it being stand-supportable and within reach, while I perform such activity.

WD 100.20.0 It was of a disappointing PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode. And almost a best-guess job as to when it had finished! Tsk! Washed the dandies, and got the handwashing moved about on the airers. Put the kettle on, took the medications, and it was time for a Porcelain-Throne visit.

WD 100.20.0 Off to the wet room, nervously expecting another massive evacuation and the system getting blocked up again, which is just what happened! But the proportions were even more substantial this time. How? Where from? How come it was gurgled away this time? Humph! At least the bleeding was only light, and it could have been messier, I suppose.

7Sun04Had a good cleaning session and wash up after the evacuation. The legs I noticed, were a lot less pot-marked and not so affected by the Myasthenia gravis and Vasculitis, so, fewer lumps and growths are showing! Which is good, if an intermittent thing. But they are still somewhat bombycinous and pale, mind.

7Sun02As I was taking the mug of tea to the computer desk, I noticed the readings on the Nottingham City Homes supplied for free, monitor thingy, was showing out of sync a smidge. It indicates that the heat is getting too high – well I can’t feel it? Humidity is in just off the green markings on the rankings. It’s cold to me, and the fog may be having an effect on the moisture.

I took a couple of shots from the unliked and unwanted new kitchen window, with its thick, light and view-blocking frames. The first one in Night Scene mode, and the second in Auto.

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I got on with the Saturday post updating. It took about four hours to get all done and posted off. So many photos to get right, and the fingers with their Peripheral neuralgia and dysaesthesia problems, were making things increasingly worse for me when typing. I was spending more and more time correcting things.

7Sun06When it was done, I got the mushrooms in the crock-pot. Added some of the Puti vinegar and onion granules. I think I may have put in too much of these, though. Judging by how the picture looks in the dish? But, we’ll see later on when I taste one of them. A big day with cooking, I’ve got Josie’s to do first, and mine later on. I want to get the gals looking right.

7Sun05I’ve just realised, I think the droning, whining noise from outside, is getting a bit less now? But, maybe with all the coughing and blowing of the nose, what bit of hearing I’ve got left has temporarily been made worse?

I took three shots of outside again to show you the misty morning.

I went on the WordPress reader for a while, then went on the TFZer Facebook page, to try and catch up and put the newer pictures on the albums.

I set about making neighbour Josie’s dinner. Smoked haddock, tuna in mayonnaise, gherkins, tomatoes, cheesy mashed potatoes, a Limoncello dessert, lemon wakers and a gin & tonic. I took a photo of it as a last-minute thought – but realised much later, that the SD card was not in the camera! Grr! I got it all served up and the tray on the mobile server and delivered it tp her door. But no answerer. I waited about for ten minutes while the meal got colder, and Josie came in the hallway to the flats, she’d been doing her laundry. Still, she seemed content with the nosh. No time for a proper chinwag, else the fodder would have got too cold to eat.

I returned to the flat and completed the washing up. Heck of a job when I’ve made instant potato cheesies, they cling on to everything, forks, spoon, mixing bowl, Hehehe! But I mastered them in the end. Thoughts on what I might have for nosh came to mind, so I looked at what was available, and there was plenty to choose from. I opted for chips, bacon medallions, the rest of the peas and mushrooms. But, I could not cook chips and the bacon at the same time, so another thinking session. I opened a tin of potatoes and put it in with the mushrooms and peas, so now all I have to do is put the chips in. Cushty!

7Sun03Did some updating on the diary, and went to check on the saucepan. All was okay.

I saw the cleaned empty jars on the side, ready for going down to the recycling bin. But sudden fatigue and weariness had arrived again.

I decided to turn off the computer and get the nosh ready before I flaked out. Haha! The thought of the pretty, highly desirable Polish phlebotomy nurse coming in the morning cheered me up a tad.

7Sun08I stripped off the clothes and got into the jammies. Shattered! I got the meal prepared, and served up. Into the rickety-recliner and ate the nosh while watching the England v Kosovo match.

Which I didn’t last until half-time. 0-0 when I nodded off; and my hopes for this messy England side did not bode well. Imagine my surprise when I woke up in the morning and saw a 4-0 win for the three-lions!

But I must have needed the kip methinks, I’ve never fallen asleep during an England football match in my life, well, I have now! Shame-Faced-Mode-Adopted!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 10th November 2019: A mixed Day… No, it was ‘orrible!

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Sunday 10th November 2019

Zulu: NgeSonto 10th kaNovemba 2019

0Nov 10

23:50hrs: I woke up in need of a wee-wee. The sensation was so strong and demanding, so without any other thoughts, I battled-free of the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner. The one that my Xyrophobia-suffering, crooked Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-robbing, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later).

WD 51.51.153 Off to the wet room, and faffled about a bit panicky, to free Little Inchy in time… The trickle was over in seconds! Ah, now I’m back to the INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) mode! Yet yesterday morning, I had jets oozing out? Ah-well, at least it was blood and pain-free.

No dreaming last night, that I can remember, anyway. The RAI (Rheumatoid Arthritis) in the knees seems to be on strike: I’ve never had them less painful than they are now! A risky, Smug-Mode-Adopted!

Got the kettle on, and off to the Porcelain Throne. A hard slog, this session. A bit of bleeding and a long time spent again awaiting movements to start, then to finish!

Cleaned up and to the kitchen, where the medications were got ready, and the brew made. I tried to take three photographs and joining them together to give an idea of the panoramic view from the building, but it didn’t come out too well.

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7Sun 01I got the tea and medications to the computer and started to update the diary.

But soon had to change plans, some bleeding from the Little Inchy area needed checking out, and I did the Ablutions afterwards.

And a highly successful session it was! Not too many dropsies and the sock-glide battl7Sun03e won. The shower head was not dropped once! Mind you, I didn’t have a shower, but a stand-up wash. Hahaha! Go on, have a laugh! The toothpaste and brush were handles with a certain dexterity, that has not been present for a long, long time! (Things changed later, Tsk!)

WD 51.51.153 Back to the computer and cold tea. Took the medications, and pressed on with the Sunday post updating. This cost me four hours, then another hour and a bit, to amend and correct all the mistakes I found! The reason for the delays were not the shakes, or computer playing up, but sheer carelessness, laxity, inattentiveness and barratry on my behalf!

WDP 11LSerious Point, or Fault I’ve found in me after the stroke: When something new arises, that is of concern of any sort, lost item, forgotten arrangement, something breaks down or fails to work, since the stroke, I get fixated on trying to correct, amend or find out why things have happened. Whatever I was doing at the time of realising the worry or problem, fades into oblivion, the new problematical issue, taking over priority in the brain. This often annoys people who are incapable of understanding my situation, as it must seem to them, that I am ignorant! As soon as the new issue is sorted (if it is), I start to panic over the forgotten earlier difficulty or task not being done again. I have mentioned this to the Speech Therapist lady, who said she would try to get me to see someone who might help me. Being aware of this strait causes self-hatred for doing it, but does not offer any solution in itself. Then the depression at my own actions and inabilities arrives.

I got the blog finished and posted off, then went on CorelDraw to make a couple of Thoughts graphics up for later use.

Then, on the advice of my Cyber-Buddy, Tim, I ordered a 6Sat16small rice cooker, from Amazon.

I phoned Sister Jane & Pete, and the battery on the little-used and hated mobile phone was showing critical! Pete is still awaiting his appointment for the hospital to have his brain-cells ‘Stealing-Brother-in-Laws-Valuables’ removed. Haha! No, no, no! His inner growth further inspected. Fingers crossed all goes well. They were happy I think, at Nottingham Forest’s beating of Derby. And their shares and investments rising by 8.4% so far this year. 

7Sun03I got Josie’s nosh prepared. Smoked haddock, cheesy-potatoes, tuna, gherkins, beetroot, mushy peas, mushrooms and tomatoes, with a gin & tonic and limoncello dessert. Delivered it to her door, had a quick few words and back to make my dinner. Cheesy potatoes, beetroot, gherkins, tomatoes, smoked haddock, mushy peas, mushrooms… Yes, almost a carbon copy of 7Sun04Josie’s. I had some fresh orange juice and an apple for afters though.

The fatigued feeling came after I’d eaten the nosh. But the washing up still had to be done, so off to the kitchen and sorted it out. It took a longish time, and things were dropsied a few times, as the finger-ends started to lose responses to touch. Fact is, it was a nightmare!

WDP 11fLWD 51.51.153a I dropped the washing up bottle, that needed the floor cleaning and making safe again. Various pieces of cutlery, some back into the bowl, others on the floor. The washing-up brush made several trips out of the hand!  But I got it done. Then I stripped off, got the jammies and dressing gown on, and did the hand-washing.

WDP 11eLWD 51.51.153a No accifauxpas in doing the washing, but the rinsing-out was a challenge, and my losing grip caused water to get on the floor, several times! Good job I have (well, had) a good stock of kitchen towels in. Hehe!  The wringing out after using the fabric softener, again cause problems, the water flowed down the front of the sink and even over me, thus more drying up was needed. And the dressing gown needed drying out then! Grumph! On the bright side, Arthur Itis was not too upset with all the knee-bending, and no Dizzy Dennis visits, surprisingly! A slight Supercilious-Mode-Engaged!

I got the shirt and gown hung up, and the socks and towel on the airer, and was amazed at my ability to cope with the things I’d just done – but the weariness won, and I settled into the £300 second-hand c1968 recliner, in search of rest and peace. Incapacitated!

The Hustle DVD was put on. For which I stayed awake for almost a full episode, before the nodding-off, waking and rewinding, then falling asleep again cycle started.

Too many moments of guilt for me to enjoy today.

Inchcock on Sunday 27th October 2019:

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2019 sOct 27

Sunday 27th October 2019

Greek: Κυριακή 27 Οκτωβρίου 2019

Oct 27

00:10hrs: Woke for once, not needing a heavy-duty visit to the wet-room as my first task. But a wee-wee, yes! (Yet). I dismounted the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner, got my balance, then the four-pronged-stick, and took the few paces to the EGPB (Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket), for a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee.

Off to the kitchen, washed the hands, and took the morning medications. Then needed another wee-wee, this time of the ELPJL (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) variety. Took the EGPB to empty and sanitise.

wdp02LeftThen got the computer on, and went on the WordPress Reader. But within minutes, another wee-wee, back to the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. Followed ten minutes later by a WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) wee-wee. Variety is the spice of life!

Got this post started, then did the updating of the Saturday blog.

Worryingly, it is a weekend, and Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet is as fast as it has been all week! Of course, this is not saying much, cause it was still slow! And early in the day too. Many users will be drunk yet, so I’ll know when they recover and get on the web, if it dies on me again, like every single one of the last three weekends, and two days during the week gone!

The thirst I’ve had on me this week is just as bad. As is the wee-weeing. During doing the updating of the Saturday post, not many photos, and the fingers were not playing up much, so it only took a couple of hours so. The mugs of tea must have been four, and the wee-wees five, I reckon. Every one different. I’m not kidding! UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee), ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent), RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying), ELPJL (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) and the last one of the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) style! I feel worn-out! Hehe!

I got the post sent off, and visited the WordPress Reader section, not a lot on it today, but, off course, it’s early yet. Off for yet another RWPS wee-wee, and made a brew.

WD 60.25.0 Then after making the brew, off to the Porcelain Throne in such a sudden hurry, I nearly tripped over the four-pronged walking stick, Huh! Saly for me, it was another messy performance. I’m glad I’ve got plenty of toilet rolls and antiseptic disinfectant in stock! It took me a while, and some effort to clean things up after the event. For even it was! I thought things had gone as they have been doing, everything over quickly. But, oh, no! I went through three separate evacuations one after the other! Each time using the tissue roll, thinking that was that. How the plumbing coped with getting rid of things, was amazing! This, and the wee-wee, thirst situation was not all bad, mind.

WDPH01LIt seems to have fooled Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and even to a lesser degree, Peripheral Neuralgia Nigel, for all three were being far less bothersome than they have been the last few days!  Mind you, certain areas behind are getting very sore and tender now, with Haemorrhoid Harold just now, starting to give me a bit of bother, I’ll put some cream on. Off to the wet room.

WDP 08L01WD 60.25.0 Oh, dearie me, and my big gob! I got in the room and dropped the jammie-bottoms, cleaned things, dried things and was about to get the tube of hydrocortisone butyrate 2.5%, and saw blood trickling down the leg, and on my hands! Harold’s Haemorrhoids were pouring it out! I spent a long time getting the hæmoglobin to stop. The waste basket looked like a bin in the hospital operating theatre after an operation. Hehehe!  After what seemed an aeon or so, I got around to doing Harold’s problem, and I’ve never had this cream sting before, but it did today! 

WDP09L WD 60.25.0 Then I needed yet another wee-wee, so used the porcelain pan. It was of the URPM (Ultra-Resistant-Painful-Mode), and barely a sprinkle or two. But, it was such a bright yellow colour, and so thick, it floated on top of the water in the bowl! Yes, another infection! It always happens at the weekend, dunnit? I’ll ask the drop-dead gorgeous Polish phlebotomy nurse on Monday, to phone the doctor for me. I hope Dr Vindla will send a prescription electronically to the chemist for me. I assume it will be the antibiotics again. Still, this explains my thirst and persistent wee-weeing.

With my now extremely-tender and sore bottom, I returned to the computer to make a start on this blog.

Then, amidst many interruptions for wee-wees and making a brew, I got the blog as far as here, about four hours later.

WDPright02WD 60.25.0 I got Josie’s noshing requirements and had some Biscuits and another cuppa. Dropping may items as I went along. Spit! The hands and finger nerves were losing touch sense far too often for my liking, now. But, as the Doctor said, there is nothing that can be done about it! At least it was in short sessions.

WDPright04I got Josie’s umami-cheesy potato meal finished, and delivered it to her door, dead-on-time again, at 12:00hrs. She liked the look of it, but the photo I took of the meal, formed part of the ‘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 universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, and somehow escaped from the camera SD card? (Snafued again!)

Here are some of the items that ‘dropsied’ on me.

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After a little natter with Josie, (I did not want her cheesy potatoes, mushroom or petit pois to get cold), or the can of Jack Daniels to get warm. I wish her all the best and returned to the tatty, untidy, icy, flat, for yet another Porcelain visit and wee-wee.

WDP 01b rightWD 60.25.0I had to do the ablutions, with more dropsies happening, and the distinctly unpalatable aroma lingering from the Throne session! Hehe! The worst one was the showerhead, it landed right on my toe! But I didn’t swear. (Lie-Mode-Adopted!) There was the toothpaste, toothbrush, flannel and razors that did repeat performances of the dropsies, as well as these ‘Specials’ photographed afterwards.

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I got dressed, no socks on, not that I was scared of the sock-glide or anything like that, of course. (Lie-Mode-Still-Engaged!).

7Sun12As it was not raining, I decided to visit the Winwood Court rooftop, to take some snaps. All prepared, wrapped up well (but no socks on of course), and I set out, taking the black bags to the waste-chute en route.

Down and along the link-corridor into the Winwood Court lobby area. I could hear voices coming from the big room, so some of the clan were out socialising.

7Sun16Up in the lift to the third floor, and had a nosey out of the elevator door, taking a photograph of the view to my left. I also made a picture to my right, but that one even ended up as part of the Mysteries of Winwood Heights, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! As that shot also disappeared from the camera card!

3Wed12aRooftop floor and out into the amazingly practical Winwood Court restroom and fully equipped kitchen. (It’s no use being jealous!) Where, for the first time, I met someone. It was not a resident, but a prospective client lady up there with daughter in the toilet and the lady waiting for her. She had come to view the place and decide if she wanted to move in or not. I had a welcoming natter with her, and she warned me of the high-winds out on the Al Fresco area. We both had three-wheel-walkers with us, and we laughed about if she did move into Winwood Court. Joking about our both setting up a jet-wash service for people returning home with mud and detritus covered walker-wheels, and we could become partners in a new Walker-wheel-cleaning service. Hehe!

I went out into the roof, and the gal was right, it was a bit nippy, so I didn’t stay long, and was soon back indoors, after taking a few pictures.

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The ladies daughter was just emerging from the WC. And I wished her a good day and hoped she will decide to move in.

Down the lift, and met Roy, having a rest on the foyer settee. I offered him the nibble bag from the trolley, and at first, he declined. I reminded him that he was a wife called Angela, who might want a nibble! Hehehe! He picked out a Penguin bar for her as he laughed!

Back to the apartment, the oh so cold flat, compared to the comforting warmth of new Winwood Court.

7Sun17WDP 10LWD 60.25.0 Got my nosh sorted out. Put the rice in the saucepan, added the machine double-cross-sliced tomatoes, peas, basil and mushrooms, and what I thought was a packet of Hoisin sauce, and cooked them all together, continually stirring the mixture. For some reason, it looked and tasted wrong, compared to the last similar dish I had of this. I soon realised I had put in a packet of the black bean sauce by mistake! Not very good at all, but I still ate the lot. I also forgot to put in the frankfurters! A flavour-rating of only 4/10 could be given. A most disappointing effort. Spit! I was really-hungry as well!

Did some more pot washing, and settled into the recliner, turned on the TV, and hoped for sleep! Fool!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 20th October 2019: Mostly Graphicalisationing, got Josie’s cheesy-potato nosh done, of course! TTFN

2019 sOct 20

2019 sOct 20

Sunday 20th October 2019

Samoan: Aso Sa 20 Oketopa 2019

Oct 20

02:45hrs: I woke with Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna playing me up. But I had a strange determination to get the graphicationalisationing and templates done today.

Out of the Xyrophobia-suffering, flat breaking Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £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.

Had an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee in the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), and off to the wet room. For a tremendously massive, reluctant painful evacuation. A spot of good luck here. I stood the 4-pronged walking stick nearby as I performed, and afterwards, when I rose, I knocked it over, but it missed every part of my anatomy when it fell! Oh, yes!

7Sun05Off to the kitchen, with a heck-of-a-thirst on me. I got the kettle on the boil while I moved the handwashing to the airers. Made the brew, and had to have another wee-wee. And what a change too, this one was of the ELPJLP (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like-Painfull) variety. Rarely two wee-wees of the same style in a row nowadays.

7Sun07Arthur Itis seemed to be attacking in short bursts this morning. I’ve never known this to happen before. It may be because he’s been upgraded to Rheumatoid, and he’s showing off? Hahaha! 

A quick snap of the pins was taken, I must say, the knees look so different to yesterday. If they stick out any further, I’ll be walking into things without realising it! Hehe!

I got the Saturday post upgraded, with a lot of difficulties from the right side shoulder, fingertips and leg shaking from PNN (Peripheral Neuralgia Neil!) There, he’s got a name and an antonym now, same as the other ailments. Well, it seemed only fair. Bonkers? Me? Maybe! But it took me hours!

I went to make another brew and have the fifth wee-wee of the day! I got the camera out to take a photo of the view, took one, and got the shakes, and nearly dropped the camera, I fumbled hitting many buttons as I caught it and found myself with the flash open, the light blinking, and on an options page, and selected Apperture ‘On’. Took another photo of roughly the same view.

7Sun02

WD 0.0.128A But of course, not knowing how I got into the choices in the first place, I could not find out how to get back to them, to turn it off! Tsk!

WD 0.0.128A I pressed on with creating some Thoughts, Dedicated Day and Political Humour graphics and templates on CorelDraw. This took me, to do just four days worth, a staggering seven hours! But, I enjoyed doing it, but not the ever correcting things, thanks to PNN (Peripheral Neuralgia Neil!) shaking and dancing shoulder and hand, and the fingers, lack of any messages to the brain to tell it when they were touch-contacting anything! I really must consider how long I can put up with this, as Stroke Doctor, Senthil Kumar Rontala Raghunathan (I love that name!) told me, it is only going to get worse! I felt a little down in myself at these thoughts and pondered over things to myself.

It was now time to get started on Josie’s meal. Which is another sad tale to tell! On Thursday, Jose and I were walking through the link-passage after getting off of the bus, ad a chap was setting up a fruit and veg stall. I bought three large potatoes if you remember, and had one that night cheesified and roasted. Bootiful it was!

The other two, I stored away for today’s meals to make.

7Sun06WD 0.0.128A Oh dear, Oy Vey, and Crikey! This is a photo pf the two spuds when I got them out to use! This is after just two days in a cool cupboard. It looked like Common Scab, or Early Blight to me! I recall hearing of the potato (and other) crops were going to be ruined with all the rain we’ve had, on the radio! Huh, all this and Brexit Fatigue! Poor old England! Not raining on the radio, I mean I heard of it on the radio. Hehehe!

Fortunately, I had some instant potato in the cupboard to use for Josie’s nosh. I prepared it and delivered it to her door, as usual at 12:00hrs on the dot! I used some of the Kenyan petit pois, but they came out a little hard, even after the three-minute simmering guide, I increased to six-minutes. I explained this to Josie and told her about the potatoes. She seemed glad to be having her own chef on Sundays, Hehehe!

7Sun08WD 0.0.128A I was done in and fatigued now, no more energy left. So I got my own nosh sorted. I’d left some of the cheesy potatoes in the oven with it still on, Humph! They were well-browned, but I ate it all the same! The dearest thing on the plate was the petit pois!

A Flavour-Rating of 6/10.

7Sun10I got the pots washed, and sat down in the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner to watch some TV. After a few hours nodding-off and waking, I rose for another wee-wee, of the WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) style.

Then got the handwashing done. Only a shirt and one pair of socks, so it didn’t take me long to get them done and hung to dry.

wd 0.0.128 I think I must have spilt a little cooking oil or something on the floor, whatever it was, it was not visible, but I soon found it when I slipped and skidded a bit. I was fortunate enough to have the four-pronged walking stick with me at the time it happened. I still twisted my back and clouted my elbow in the cupboard. Thus, I now have Back-Pain-Brenda playing me up a bit. But and however, it could have been a lot worse!

Down in the recliner again, and memories are now blank? Until I woke up in the morning. To find a well-filled GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket).

Ah, well, TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 13th October 2019: I was really in the doldrums, then Michael visited me – I perked up exponentially!

2019 sOct 12

2019 sOct 12

Sunday 13th October 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sul 13eg Hydref 2019

7Sun01

WD Indigo 01:35hrs: I woke up to hear the distracting sound of the humming, droning noise that seemed to be coming from outside, and it irked me! As soon as I moved, Back-Pain Brenda let me know she was there. (Oh, she is painful this morning!)

WD Indigo Within minutes, the Porcelain Throne demanded to be rushed to! I needed to avoid the double-embarrassments of last night with my not getting there in time, at all costs. The shame, mortification, and sheer humiliation, and it happened twice, made me red-faced at the thought of it occurring again! With all the haste I could summon, I was out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rickety recliner, had a Dizzy Dennis spell, lost my balance in the hurry, clouted my knee against the Ottoman, swore unvarnishedly, but silently ( I hope!), and continued on, determined not to get caught out again, to the wet room.

wdp02LeftWD Indigo Talk about just in time! The instant I got my rear-end over Porcelain Throne, the runny almost wet evacuation started and was all over in seconds, but the tummy was still rumbling. So I thought it prudent to grab the crossword book and pen and spend a little time sat there crosswording a while, just in case. However, the pungentness of the lingering after-odour forced me into a change of mind about sitting there. Hehe! Diahorrea Donald had undoubtedly taken over! I reckon it must be the after-effects of the Soul Food Vegetarian Chilli? I really must try to resist repurchasing it, no matter how great it tastes! But will I be able to?

Once again, thanks to Nottingham City Homes repair department’s failure and lies, I had the dangerous job of getting hot water from the kitchen stove to the wet room, to clean the bowl and antisepticise myself. I’m not looking forward to shaving and shower later, well, the shave anyway, it’s not an easy task fetching hot water when at any time the hand, fingers and arm may burst into uncontrollable shaking and jerking about. The leg, come think of it, hasn’t done any of its involuntary uncontrollable Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances lately. I do hope it doesn’t today, well anytime in the future again, really. But as Dr Raghamunia, no that’s not his name. I’ll look it up on his last sit-rep letter… got it, Senthil Kumar Rontala Raghunathan, said, there nothing we can do about this problem, and it will only get worse. But not necessarily *quickly. *(Quickly isn’t the word he used, I can’t recall precisely what it was, but it meant that I’m sure.

I eventually made myself a drink of tea. The taste-buds are not working this morning, the tea tasted ‘off’ to me. So I made another after recleaning the mug. Just the same, bitter, dry tasting?

6Sat06WD Indigo Took the morning medications, finding out when I grabbed the pill-pod-tray, that I had not taken last night’s doses! Oy Vey! What a farmisht alter cocker, I am! Unsure what to take, I gambled on just one Warfarin and one Atorvastatin from last nights doses. I also took an extra painkiller, as Backpain Brenda was still playing me up something wicked!

I got the updating done for Saturday’s blog and posted it off. Then went on the WordPress reader, and sent photos to Pinterest. Then had an updating session on the TFZer Facebook sight, no, site! Tsk!

WD Indigo Next came another demand from the innards for a Porcelain Visit. Getting out of hand this is! Diahorrea Duncan was in control! Same as last time, but not so urgent. Messy and needed hot water boiling and fetching from the kitchen stove to clean the porcelain properly. I was now in deep discomfort. Joining Backpain Brenda, was Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna. Arthur Itis continued to increase slowly in venomosity in both knees.

Not easy gerrin’ old, especially with Nottingham City homes maintena… Never mind!

WD Indigo I made a template for this blog, and it may be hard for you to believe, but I needed the Porcelain throne again! The same rigmarole. My aches and pains are even worse now. I’m going down in the contentment stakes at a high rate of knots! At least the wee-wees are not so frequent. (I knew if I tried, I’d find something to try and cheer myself up!) Humph!

I eventually, many hours after getting up, it’s now 09:00hrs, and I tried again to make a brew. But, sadly it tasted the same as the earlier mug of tea, terrible!

I’ve got Josie’s dinner to get ready yet. So, I’ll tackle the shave and showering first, then the fight with the Sock-Glide, finally treat the cuts, knocks and scalded areas (There are bound to be a few, thanks to Nottingham City Homes Maintenance sh… Oh. never mind!) I don’t believe it! The bloody Reflux Valve has kicked-off now, as I stood up! Gasping for breath, coughing! Shit, I’m fed-up again!

One hell of an in-agony old-chap of a whinger today! Harrumph!

Back in a bit, possibly with bandages on. Hehehe!

7Sun05I noticed as I stripped off the dressing gown, that once again, like most mornings, the pins (legs) looked like different ones than they did the day before. The knobblyness, lumps, blotches, and even the spider veins and blood papsules from the clopidogrel, all seemed calmer, less vivid and even fewer of them?

WD Indigo Another slightly messy evacuation had to be performed. Repeatedly fetching the hot water from the saucepans in the kitchen, and returning them to heat more water, caused only a few spillages, but no injuries. However, the dropsies were numerous. I can’t even remember the number of times I dopped either the soap or flannel in the showering! The toilet roll, toothbrush, razor (4), shaving foam can and deodorant spray also went on walkabouts from the electrified looking hands. The battle with the sock-glide was postpones, no need to put any socks on, with my not going anywhere (Sunday again!).

7Sun04WD Indigo Got dressed and made a brew, but it tasted off, somehow. Maybe the milk was off? Took a snap of outside.

I got on the computer and had a marathon session on blogging. But, it was slow going with the peripheral neuralgia fingers, etc., ensuring there was much correcting and amending having to be done! Grumph!

7Sun03I was getting frustrated, so I gave it a rest for a while.

Got the medications I’d left on the mobile-server stored away correctly.

I got a bit of sweeping and mopping up done in the kitchen, done. Painful!

Tried getting back doing the graphicalisationing of CorelDraw, but gave up, it was too tricky with the fingers how they are.

7Sun06I made up three black bags of general waste and filled the box the medications came in with recyclable material and off to waste chute in the lift lobby. With the empty jars for the green bin in the three-wheeler trolley-walker. The black bags tied around the trolley. And the carton for recycling balanced on the top of the 7Sun073-wheeler. Not easy, and I lost the box off of the handlebars a few times en route, Hehe!

Seeing the rain, meant I didn’t feel so bad about being stuck indoors. But then, my being so for five days waiting for the non-arrival of the promised-daily Nottingham City Homes maintenance help, plus the today with no buses, didn’t bother me at all. Lie02

I got sorting Josie’s meal. And delivered it on the dot at her door. The gal seemed in good spirits today and welcomed the nosh. 

I tried doing some graphics again but gave up. It was just too difficult with the fingers playing up. Now I’ll be all behind still with the graphics for the blogs, Grumph!

7Sun08I got my nosh made earlier than usual, as I felt the weariness and fatigue coming on early.

WD Indigo Got it served up, and what a disappointment it turned out to be! I did try to eat it, but the only thing on the plate that tasted right were the peas and the cheesy potatoes! The yellow Isle-of-Man tomatoes were unjuicy and so bland! The turkey meat, slimy! The beetroot rock-hard! Even the Asda bacon flavoured French fries, tasted like cardboard! I was trying to eat it, and at the same time, wondering why it was so tasteless? Eventually, I fell asleep with the only partly eaten meal balanced on my rotund wobbly-belly on the tray.

WD Indigo The landline phone rang and flashed at me, waking me up, and that is rare to actually hear it when I’m asleep. By the time I’d safely got the cold, sad, pathetic meal on the tray removed, the landline stopped!

WD Indigo I was nodding off again when the intercom rang. I fumbled hurriedly to the panel. All I could see on the screen was a close up of a coat, whoever it was, was let in by someone. For a moment in my part-slumber state, the heart rang with joy… Could this be Nottingham City Homes coming to do the hot water tank? Silly me! I realised it was a Sunday, so no chance. I dragged my wretched body from the recliner and off to the door!

GC capI was greatly cheered-up and revitalised when it turned out to be Michael, my old mate. We had one hell of a grand chinwag, he’s a busy bloke our Michael. He’s not been well himself lately. He’s still off on holiday soon to the Mediterranean, he doesn’t mess about, bless him. He spoke of his family gadabouts etc. and so much more. I could listen to him forever, what a character he is, a real pal! It was a smidge sad too, to him go, hope he was a great break in Spain, I think it was. I walked with him to the lift and sadly said my farewells.

Back in the flat, I happily threw away the uneaten meal. (Which Michaels visitation saved me from eating, cheers mate!) It was such a good feeling, getting rid of that fodder. But I’d still like to know whether or not, and if so, why my taste buds are dying? Haha! As for a Taste-Rating, well, perhaps 2/10. It was horrid!

Feeling perked a little with Michael’s visit, I decided to get the handwashing done. Only a towel and one shirt. I took extra care not to drop any boiling water, the kettle or any saucepans that I had to handle. And the session was accident-free! Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I settled the uncommonly-tatty, Steptoe & Son-like recliner. Put on the TV and… Zzz!

Inchcock Today – Sun 6 Oct 2019: Ended up, a nerve testing, Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing, Dizzy Dennis, worrying day. Oy Vey!

2019 sOct 06

2019 sOct 06

Sunday 6th October 2019

Swahili: Jumapili 6 Oktoba 2019

7Sun01

00:30hrs: Woke, wrestled my humungous body from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months… no, five months now, later), £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. I utilised the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for a BOBS (Blasting-Out-But-Short) wee-wee.

As I made my way to the kitchen, the ailments seemed to be being kind to me. Even the Arthur Itis knees were not as bad as they have been of late. The shakes, Hitler Saluting and the right-leg-involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing, were all calm! The finger-ends lack of sensation was a bother, though. Making the brew, I came close to dropping the mug, then the milk, then the spoon… well, you get the idea. Hehe! Oh, and the hissing, droning sounds were joined by a few knocks and taps this morning.

I thought about Josie and hoped she’d got her new heaters working. Then, another BOBS (Blasting-Out-But-Short) wee-wee was passed. Took the medications, and to the computer. I was so far behind with things, I had to do some graphics to start this post going.

A cracking head-ache came from nowhere as I typed and retyped the mistakes, many caused by the insensitive to touch finger-ends, other by my natural uneducated ignorance. The stomach rumbled and grumbled, brewing up for the Porcelain Throne activities, I expect.

7Sun03I went on the WordPress Reader, then off to the Throne, as a matter of urgency… And a decent, clean, not too messy evacuation flowed! One of the most comfortable for a long time! Most copacetic!

I had a wash and changed the PP’s. The pins (legs) knees were a lot less warped, maybe this shows why Colin Cramps was not as bad as he had 7Sun04been, overnight? I did note the almost light blue whatever it is above the right knee. No pain from it, even when I pressed it. I’d like to learn how and or why, and what these short-lived blotches are a sign of. I think that Consultant Stroke Physician Dr Senthhil K Raghunathan may have found the cause in his latest examination report. He mentioned Clopidogrel, causing a rash all over the legs! I must look that up later. All I need to do is remember to do it! Tsk!

I did an Ocado order, after seeing they had the Glengettie Gold teabags back in stock; unless they are conning me! If they send substitutes on Wednesday, I’ll send them back!

WDPright03WD 100.20.0 Then I moved on to updating the Saturday post. A bit of a fracas, alarums and excursions as the right leg offered up one of its performances of a more energetic mode of the involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances. It caught me out a little, and I had a job not to fall off of the chair! But, it only lasted about 20 seconds, then it died down, and the shoulder gave a Hitler salute (I wrapped my knuckles on the computer screen), and it all went quiet.

The humming, droning noise is loud again! Hello, off to the Throne again… Well, that was another twenty-second evacuation, but not messy at all!

Got the updating done, and sent off to WordPress. Put a few piccies on Pinterest. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then caught up with the TFZers Facebooking.

I got Josie’s potato and some mushrooms in the saucepan. Then made a brew and ate a mini BBQ pork pie with some Twiglets and an apple for a late breakfast.

Got Josie’s ingredients ready, and got the ablutions tended to. Fingers crossed with the sock-glide-battle! Here goes… No Accifauxpas apart from some dropsies, as is usual.

7Sun05To the kitchen and prepped Josie’s meal. Mashed the spud with cheese, butter, vinegar, salt and a drop of soy sauce. Sugar-snap peas, beetroot, mushrooms, tomatoes, an apple and gherkins. Limoncello dessert on the tray. Mixed the tuna with some mayonnaise, and added the potatoes.  Served it up, and delivered it on the server to Josie’s apartment for consumption. I got back to the flat and washed the pots used.

7Sun07I sat down to watch something on TV and nodded off! Woke with a jolt, hastily got the scarily ever-growing again body from the recliner, and made use of the bucket, for a wee-wee, of the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) style.

The thirst was still with me, and I took this photograph as I got the kettle on the boil.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 One heck of a visit from Dizzy Dennis as I was getting the cuppa made. Short in duration, but it left me unsteady for a while, as I clung to the countertop, sure I was going to go over and make contact with the floor. By the time I felt steady enough to carry on, the tea had gone cold, and I’d lost interest in drinking it anyway. Tsk!

7Sun06I decided to have rice again for today’s nosh and checked the cupboard for available flavourings. In went: mushrooms, soy sauce, BBQ sauce, basil, BBQ oil, tomatoes and oregano in the saucepan, and warmed it up to boiling. Then added the rice, and franks, continuing to stir the mixture non-stop as it cooked. I felt sure as the wonderful aroma of all the spices and herbs drifted up my nostrils, that I must have overdone the seasoning. Oy Vey!

7Sun08My allotriophagy with the seasonings, proved for once to be spot on, and to my odd tastebud’s delight, and got a Flavour-rating of 9.4/10 from me!

I ate this spread with deglutition and degust, savouring every mouthful! The excellent, possibly unsurpassable taste of this ambrosial concoction, prompted me to write down the ingredients added, for another taste-feast in the future! Smug-Mode-Engaged!

WDPStraightWD 100.20.0 When it came to doing the washing up, I found that the hot water was cold! The longest time I’ve gone in this flat without the hot water heater tripping, leaking, flooding or breaking down was the six weeks I’d had in hospital after the stroke! I must not forget to inform a warden if I can find one. Else, ask Jenny to help me yet again, to ring them for me to advise them and ask for help. But, I do not like having to keep bothering the kind-hearted gal.

If I can get a message out, it might mean my having to stay in for the plumber to arrive tomorrow, but, Hey-ho!

7Sun10I nodded off within minutes of resettling in the £300 second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner. I woke an hour or so later in need of a wee-wee again. A change in style this one, it was an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) type.

I took this fantastic picture of the sky, as I went to check if the hot water had come back on. Of course, it was a hopeless wild-goose chase, lost cause, and waste of time.

I got back down in the rusty, scarily-beige-coloured, grotty recliner. I thought I’d look at what was on the TV.

I know no more… until I woke up with a jump, in need of a wee-wee again, three-hours later!

Inchcock – Sunday 29th September 2019: Sleep? What’s that then?

2019 Sept 29

2019 Sept 29

Sunday 29th September 2019

Maori: Rātapu 29th Mahuru 2019

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01:50hrs: I stirred into imitation life, and lay for a while in the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months, no, five-months now), £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, and mused over this and that. After the morning’s usual uncontrollable mind-blasts of fear, worries and concerns had finished, I regained semi-control of the brain and considered a few things that had been nagging away at my grey-cells.

Is the balcony safe? The holes are only small, but bits of concrete or cement have fallen from the roof… I was annoyed at the mail being delivered to Josie’s flat in error, and with her being on holiday it meant the Warfarin INR test results, and the Warfarin Alert wristlet (which only had one in, not two, as paid for) anyway, caused hassle with them not believing me that they had not arrived… but these minor, almost anticipated and expected tribulations were soon forgotten about; when the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

Up and out of the recliner with amazing ease this morning, apart from RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) in the knees, and a bit of jerking from the right arm, fingers and shoulder; there was no bother from Dizzy Dennis, Anne Gyna, Tight Chest Charlie, Haemorrhoid Harold, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Back-Pain-Brenda, Karl’s Kidneys, the plastic ticker, Colin Cramp or owt else, which was surreal to me! (Had I died and not noticed? Hehehe!)

En route, I had to use the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) for an SSAO (Short-Sharp-All-Over) wee-wee. I got on the Throne, and that was another ‘Sit, splunge, all-done’ session. The second in a row, which I found almost pleasant after the Colin Constipation of the previous few days. I anticipate that shortly, Diarrhorea Donald will return. Tsk!

7Sun02Washed up and hobbled to the kitchen. Moved the handwashing onto the airer. Took the medications, and made up some black bags for the chute later, and replaced new bags into the bins.

WD 0.0.255 2 It was raining outside, I opened the unwanted, disliked, thick-framed, light & View-blocking kitchen window, with the panes that cannot be reached for cleaning, and it rained inside! Hehe! All over the camera, the counter and floor, and me and the jammie-bottoms!

I took two snaps quickly, so as to keep the Canon camera from getting damaged in the precipitation. Not good quality, but still.

I got the computer going, and concentrated on getting the Saturday diary update done and dusted. (In between several more wee-wees, all of the SSAO variety)  It didn’t take too long this morning, despite the peripheral neuralgia caused hand-shaking and fingers jumping about. There were precious few photographs to go in it.

I went on the Emails next. A lovely one from Jenny, telling me she was going to report the holes in the gallery top for me. Bless her, she is kind to me ♥!

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7Sun06Then, rather worryingly, back to the Porcelain Throne! Ah, as I suspected, this session was far less solidified. But, no bleeding, and it was not too messy. Obviously, no time to do any crosswording. I washed the hands and rubbed some Phorpain Gel in the knees. Which appeared to be looking slightly knobblier, knottier, and lumpier, to me anyway? But again, no bleeding anywhere. All Good!

I made another brew, this time Glengettie. Then checked on the Morrison order to see if I’d remembered to get some black bean sauce. Yes, done it. (Smug-Mode-Engaged!)

To the Word-Press Reader section. I then went on the TFZer Facebook site. Many hours, and three more SSAO wee-wees later, I made another mug of tea. And decided for a change, to have some breakfast, but what?

7Sun08WD 0.0.255 2 Due to my aboulomania, fluctuating, wavering, equivocating, and pathological indecisiveness, and the dropping the box of corn flakes that spread out all over the kitchen floor, I opted for a pot noodle and a cuppa. Tsk!

0910hrs: Off to get the ablutions sorted, a lot of shaking from the hands and fingers, so this might well prove an interesting scrub-up session. I got the bandages, antiseptic, after-shave and plasters at hand, ready. Haha!

Back soon, sock-glide permitting. Hehe!

WD 0.0.255 2 7Sun10Well, only two dropsies during the ablutionalisationing. No Accifauxpas, unless you want to count a few scratches with the razor. Afterwards, I decided after two failed attempts at getting the socks to fit into the glide, that the solution would be for me not to wear any! Hehehe! Where there’s a Will (there’s a Way) Will Hay memories flooded back! Another comedy genius along with Spike Milligan, nothing like each other, but both great entertainers!

7Sun10aWD 0.0.255 2 Then, I departed, hung the towel to dry, turned off the shower at the mains box, then realised I had left the alert bracelet in the wet room, and returned to collect it – just as well! For I had not shut off the hot water tap in the sink properly, and I’d left two cloths in to soak and freshen. The water was going down the overflow. I pulled out the plug, moved the flannels, and the water did not drain at all! Damned blocked again! I put some drain-unblocker down and left it for ten minutes, returned, and the water was going down slowly. Of course, this meant the hot water was not as hot as it should be, now. Tsk!

WD 0.0.255 2 I  set out to make Josie’s cheesy potato meal. Got the spud out and chopped and mashed with some Leicester Cheese, butter, onion salt and a splash of vinegar. Gave it some hammer in the mixing stakes, put the peas in the saucepan… and the landline rang! It was Sister Jane. I nipped back to check on the pot, all the time the potatoes getting colder and so, much harder to mash. Jane and I had a natter and laugh. Brother-in-Law Pete, who broke the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner when he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), say’s they are too heavy to carry, but must be the same weight as when he purloined them in the first place. (Hehehe!) Anyway, the lad is to have a PSA test, or maybe that should be, he had a PSA test.

I got on with Josie’s meal, I like to keep to a schedule of delivering it at 12:00hrs each Sunday. Not that she can remember, bless her. Although, when she woke me to hand me wrongly delivered mail last night, I reminded her of today’s nosh and asked if it was alright to bring it at the usual time, midday. She agreed. But that didn’t stop her forgetting and being pleasantly surprised when I arrived with the nosh. I’d made her Tuna with beetroot and mayonnaise, garden peas, tomatoes, sweet lettuce and the famous cheesy potatoes! Hope she enjoys it, and remembers this time, not to return the plate, tray and cutlery today. She might recall I will be in bed this week, I hope. Every week I’ve done her a meal, she’s woke me up! Hehe! Don’t know why I’m laughing? But it’s better than crying, innit.

I found details of the PSA test and levels and emailed the link to Pete and Jane.

Then got on the computer to update this blog… and:

Virgin blue narrow

I was about to give up on the computer, too much hassle, it was dead slow. Then:

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7Sun07WD 0.0.255 2 I went in the Steptoe & Son spare room, with the intention of moving the four-wheeled trolley on the balcony with the new three-wheeler.

WD 0.0.255 2A But, I lost my balance stepping over it and tumbled to the floor. As luck would have it, and I was lucky, I fell on box’s of the PPs, that broke my fall. And, had the trolley with the brakes on, to help myself back semi-perpendicular! Smug-Mode-Adopted! Mind you, I think a couple of new bruises might come up on the legs.

Not feeling up to much now, not ill-like, just, erm… what’s the word, er… Fragile. Hehehe! I think I’ll get my nosh ready… no, I won’t, I’ll shut everything down and sit down with a cuppa, and pray for sleep!

WD 0.0.255 2 And it came. Ah, blissful! But the damned landline rang and flashed, waking me from my beloved and much-needed slumber. It was some con-persons telling me my BT internet (Again!) is about to go down, and where I can get put through to talk to someone who can help me! I left a verbal message, ‘Go forth & multiply’ was the general wording.

WD 0.0.255 2 Now I’d been disturbed, I made some nosh for myself. But, I must have been half-asleep and made the biggest hash of cooking ever! I could eat very little of it. I can’t recall taking any of these photographs?

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The Sourdough baguette was not fully cooked, nor the chips either for that matter. I probably shouldn’t have, but I ate some of the Cumberland sausage Sourdough baguette sarnies. I hope eating them doesn’t come back at me with a vengeance innards-wise later. Oh, heck!

I got the pots washed and took the medications with me back to the recliner. Frustratingly, sleep did not come. I turned on the TV, and in a short time, was back in my beloved comatose state, dreaming happily, of a past love…

WD 0.0.255 2 The flat door chimes rang out, several times by the time I got to the door. It was Josie, returning the plates and accoutrements from the meal. She said she’d enjoyed the meal, and I said I’d like to meet her in the week sometime, we might go on the Winwood Cort rooftop, have drink and natter, and she could tell me all about her holiday. No response from the gal, I don’t think she could hear or lip-read me. Anyroad, she was happy and smiling as she went back to her flat opposite, so I was also happy and smiling as I bade her farewell, as she departed.

7Sun12I really didn’t know where I was. Hahaha! I’d been woken up so often. I put the plate etc. in the kitchen, made another brew, had a wee-wee, took a photo of the rain, and returned to the recliner.

It was still lightish outside, this made me think about checking on the clock-changing times in the morning. Which I did. The clocks go back at 2.00am on 27 October 2019 – for future reference, it always takes place on the last Sunday in October. This signals the end of BST, or Daylight Saving Time (DST) and means the UK will revert to Greenwich Mean Time) I wonder why after so many years, I have to keep checking every time? Perhaps, dotage, caducity, degeneration, senility, senescence, enfeeblement or just waiting and coffin-seeking in the latter part of animate life? (Hahaha!)

Head down yet again, this time, the blessed long-awaited slumber was achieved!

At-long-last!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 22nd September 2019: An inauspicious, unenchanting day. Oy Vey!

2019 Sept 22

2019 Sept 22

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Sunday 22nd September 2019

Bengali: রবিবার 22 শে সেপ্টেম্বর 2019

01:35hrs: I woke, thinking I had overslept for some reason.

WD 60.50.6 The droning noise from somewhere outside must be driving the tenants with decent hearing, mad! It’s doing me no good! Tut-tut!

I fumbled to get my overabundant flobby-body free of the second-hand, c1968, horrendously beige-coloured, rusty, but working today, Brother-in-Law Pete damaged recliner while he stole my valuables while I was in the hospital after the stroke. I had a WWW (Weak-Wimpish-Wee-wee), then made a brew of Yorkshire tea.

WD 60.50.6 This was when I discerned, it was only 01:35hrs! I’d only been asleep for about an hour-and-a-half! And much of that seemed to have been filled with nightmares!

WD 60.50.6 I tried to remember them, and fetched the notepad, and found some scribbling on it, but most of it was indecipherable. Seems one dream was played out backwards, I was dead, lying in the grave, and falling or being thrown out of a window, worked back to being chased into a burnt-out destroyed block of flats… Puzzling! The other one, I only remember being afraid and in a plane or helicopter. The words I could read on the pad, were: Flying, beheaded (I think) and school?

I took the medications and got on the computer. With a determination to get caught up with the graphicalisationing, if possible today. I answered the comment and soon found that the fingers were not responding to touch very well. This made typing difficult.

On to WordPress, and had a session on the Reader. Then made up the ‘Day’ graphic on CorelDraw, above. With the fingers playing up still, it took me ages to get done! Next, I got the template done for this blog, then updated the Saturday see-nobody, chatterless post.

WD 60.50.6 The breathing was uncomfortable. Involuntary intakes and outtakes, and the chest and throat felt very tight. The peripheral neuralgia shoulder, fingertips and hands were playing me up now. Looks like it’s going to be a miserable day for me, today. Well, fancy that! Haha!

I got the updating done and sent off the Saturday post. Added to the Pinterest page. Made another brew, Glengettie Gold this time.

The droning noise from outside was relentless!

I went on the TFZer Facebook for a while, I couldn’t stay too long, as the ablution time was nearing.

2019 Sept 22I managed a few minutes on YouTube before starting the scrub-up! A stand-up jobbie at the sink job.

WD 60.50.6 The legs were looking a lot more colourful. But also they had accrued a good few more papsules, spots, clopidogrel scars and blotches, overnight it seems? I didn’t think to check elsewhere, I might have the measles as well. Hahaha! The dropsies were unanticipatedly few, considering how the hands and fingertips were.

7Sun04I took the black bags to the waste chute on my way out, to welcome, and to hopefully talk to, some of the new Winwood Extra Care Court residents, and take some photographicalisations of different area, and the rooftop plaza. I tried Josie’s bells, but no answer.

Now they have their alfresco furniture back out 7Sun05there.

When I got out of the foyer, the drizzling was still coming down a little. The new brickwork is forming puddles already.

I slowly meandered along Chestnut Walk. The fallen leaves sticking to the three-wheeler guide trolly wheels. Tsk!

I kept stopping to look up at the grey sky, 7Sun06appreciating how it still looked marvellous, to me anyway, and getting splattered in the eyes (Hehe!),

At the Winwood Court Extra-Care Flat’s foyer, I stood for a while, pondering on nature, health, life, and Nottingham Forest and Burnley both winning a game.

7Sun07Then I took a shot showing Winwood, with Winchester Court in the background. It all looks very new, which of course it is. See how quickly I gleaned at? Haha! There are no flies on me, the zips broken! Harf, Harf!

Then into Winwood, and up in the lift, to the third floor.

7Sun08I popped out of the cage and took a photo of the corridor of the floor of flats.

I’d not seem anybody up to now, anywhere this morning. But I felt confident I would see someone to have a chinwag to up on the 4th floor, in the Winwoodonian’s perfectly arranged and laid out relaxation room.

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7Sun17As I returned inside the lounge, the rain stopped altogether. No residents were seen around.

I spotted another ‘Dulux’ dog. Behind the easy-chairs, and he looked so real, it made me jump for a second! Don’t laugh! Oh, go on then! I moved the synthetic fur away from his eyes and took this picture.

7Sun20I popped into the big meeting room, but again, could not see anyone about to talk to.

I reckon the lights must be on a sensor motion control, cause they came on as I entered the room. Good idea, I like it!

I decided to go back to Woodthorpe Court, via the link-passage. Thought I’d try to find the 7Sun21part-time hairdressers and podiatrist. It seems they are sharing the same room together. Handy, that is! I must look again later, and get the foot treatment prices on the list.

I mused on how to cook and present Josie’s cheesy potatoes as I rambled along the corridor.

7Sun19I stopped and turned around to take this photo, to make my way back a distance, so I could have nosey at their new laundry room.

WD 60.50.6 As I turned, Dizzy Dennis gave me a visit. A long one too. But not a really serious one. I don’t think there was the slightest chance of me going over. The three-wheeler guide brakes were put on, and I had ten minutes or so recovery time.

All was okay again, and I went to peek at the laundry room. Blimey, it looks unused! No caked-on soap powder over the drawers. Very-most posh!

I pressed on back down the alleyway and into Woodthorpe Court. Seeing the new Winwood Court laundry room, I thought I’d take a photo of our old Woodthorpe Court one, just as a comparison, like.

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7Sun24Angela was sat in the lobby, I asked Angela if I could take her photograph, and she let me. Which was kind of her! Then again, she is a lovely lady (Roy’s better-half!) I got a chinwag in at last, with Angie! But it had to be cut short Sob! Her and Roy, who I’d not noticed earlier, was outside the Foyer door, sat on his four-wheeler seat trolley, waiting for their taxi to arrive.

7Sun25aThey both looked spick & spam and smart. I assumed they were off to meet some of there family. They were patient enough to let me take a shot of them both as the taxi arrived. Grand couple!

I took to Angies mustard coloured coat, a warm, friendly colour. And Roy looked a lot better today.

7Sun29I got in and made a start on Josie’s nosh. Mixed Leicester and mature Cheddar cheese, butter, a pinch of salt and an iota of Basil, all bashed up for what seemed like three hours. Hehe! To make them as soft as I could, so she can digest them easily!

WD 60.50.6 I got them on the tray, took the photo and realised I’d missed off the tuna! Schmuck!

Spot on 12:00hrs, I took it on the wheeled server to her door, and pressed her bells. But, no answer. I tried again, still no reply. I was worried, in case she had fallen in the flat. If she forgot, and or went out to meet her sister, fair enough, but I wished I knew. I gave it ten-minutes more and called again. Nope!

I nipped up the Cyndy and Eric’s flat, to ask them if they had heard of Josie being ill, and might have gone to her Sisters? But Cyndy didn’t know anything. She asked if I wanted to ring Warden Deana, but I resisted the temptation and thanked Cyndy, and apologised for bothering them. It is Deana’s day off, after all.

I came down and over the next half hour, tried Josie’s door four more times. The door is locked, so maybe she has just gone out? Worrying! I’m at a loss what to try or do, next.

I washed the cooking things up. and noticed a possible fire on the misty horizon.

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WD 60.50.6a As I got the computer back on to update this diary, Dizzy Dennis nearly had me off of the chair. I do hope the Geriatric Fall team call me soon!

Just sat down and I meekly felt sorry for myself. I did try Josie’s door a few times. I had her meal cold, in place of making one for myself. If she returns, I can always make her another one. 7Sun30

I took a photo of the pins as I lay there, in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £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. Spotty Muldoon comes to mind! Hehe!

Yet once again, despite feeling so tired and worn-out, sleep did not come easily or quickly. But, with worrying about Josie on my mind? I pray she is not ill. Fingers-crossed, I hope to find out more tomorrow.

TTFNski each.