Inchcockski: Sun/Mon 5th August 2019: Hassles, a water leak in the flat, earache, and got soaking wet in the rain! Humph!

2019 Aug 05

2019 Aug 05

Sunday 4th August 2019

Croatian: Nedjelja, 4 Kolovoza 2019. Godine

I got Josie’s meal going, at least the potatoes on the boil.

Back to trying, or more like praying, the computer failings and faults will have been rectified after my bemused bumbling about not knowing what the hell I was doing or why things had gone so wrong – and ended up restarting the computer.

7Sun11I noticed as I glanced down at my legs, it appeared that the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. They lie hidden somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, had revisited me! This time to tattoo the legs with more spider-veins, print some more blood papsule, etc. a bruise or two, a few 7Sun11aadded spots on my legs? Hehe!

I opened Firefox, and it let me get this far, anyway, without the odd not understandable to me messages about changing various drivers to continue using this computer, and self-crashing websites.

I Pray for things to stay this way – working!

WD 125.0.0 I went in to check on Josie’s potatoes in the pan. The handle on the lid fell to pieces as I lifted it off the saucepan.

WD 125.0.0 Then I spilt boiling water over the stove, but managed to avoid getting any on my body! Lucky, there! Got it cleaned up.

WD 125.0.0 Then second the challenge of the day. I bits would not fit together again. However, I kept a lid that does not match any pan, other than one I burnt and ruined a month ago. Then I cunningly took the screw-in-handle off of that one, and put it onto the bigger lidless lid! Now my being as much use as a whipped-cream jet engine, to DIYing. This took me a while to sort out and get done.

WD 125.0.0 Eventually, I partially succeeded! There wasn’t too much blood loss. I blame the wobbling shaking hand and fingers (Even though, they were not playing up at the time – Hehehe!) And the screwdrivers. Humph!

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Back to the computer, which was not playing up. Thank You, God! And got on with updating this blog for a while.

Then, it was time for me to get the late ablutions done. A wee-wee beforehand proved to be of the DTAO (Dribbling-tinkling-all-over) variety. I have to remember to take two samples with me in the vials tomorrow, for two of the three nurses appointments.

I shall put the computer into sleep mode, and return later folks! (I hope).

WD 125.0.0 The shave, shower, and sh… Porcelain Throne Session was not one of the easiest I’ve ever had:

  • Shaving cuts.
  • Dropped a disinfectant bottle, shaving-foam, razor, soap, and toilet cleaner bottle!
  • Clouted head on the wall bar in the shower. As the right leg did a combined version of a one-minute waltz and Neuropathic Schuhplattler.
  • Bruises from the sock-glide battle.
  • Stubbed my toe.
  • And got bescumbered while on the throne.

I concentrated on Josie’s meal preparation. The photo I took of it, joined the realms of the so many mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, and disappeared from the SD card, off into the ether?

I delivered the tray of fodder to Josie’s door and left her to eat it while it was still warm. Back to the flea-pit, and set about doing my nosh.

WD 125.0.0 Just taking the potatoes out from the oven, and Sister Jane rang on the landline. I felt terrible having to cut her off so quickly but explained why. I was worried I might have left something in the kitchen in a dangerous state. Hot oven door open, pan of peas still in saucepan boiling, that sort of thing. I’ll try to ring her tomorrow, although it might not get done, with all the medical appointments to attend to.

 The meal ended up with mixed results.

7Sun34bWD 125.0.0 The ham was a bit pongy when I got it near the mouth, so I threw it away. The pork pie had gone all soft and watery, so I threw it away. Those mini-tomatoes were bitter, but I ate a few of them. The apple slices were dry and bland tasting. The imitation ball-bearing-like constituency, solid-as-a-rock, beetroots were beyond tasteless!

On the plus side, the cheesy potatoes and garden peas with balsamic vinegar were delightful! Overall Flavour-Rating… 3/10, Humph!

I fell asleep after eating what bit I did of the fodder. I’d left the door unlocked in case Josie called. Which as I was waking up, she did, bless her. Josie was returning the plate and cutlery and tray: all washed up for me. I felt well-cheered up when she said how much she’d enjoyed the dinner.

The left earhole has been giving me shooting, stabbing pains all day, and they seemed to be affecting me more frequently now.

The day’s stresses got to me, and all spirit dissipated into the ether. Which was stopping me getting to sleep! I thought I’d mention this to the nurse in the morning, but they will not do anything, other than the usual unctuous, ‘Book an appointment with the Doctor.’ Which can take up to a three-week wait; by then, the stabbing pains may have stopped? Feh!

Other worries floated into the grey-cell area, everything I think. From the EU and Brexit, 1950-60s music, dream analysationing, global warming… Oh dear. What a right, Nebkh!

I ended up watching some Gordon (verbal-ventilator) Ramsay Hells Kitchen programmes. I say viewing, I spent more time nodding-off and washing up than watching. Shlimazel!

 


 

Scruff & Koala

My beloved pets ♥

Monday 5th August 2019

Lao: ວັນຈັນທີ 5 ສິງຫາ 2019

01:50hrs. When I woke up, it felt like the mind had been fretting all night, and was still in the middle of considering, fearing and without a clue of how to solve the problems. The stabbing new ear-ache, computer difficulties, four medical appointments for today, the wee-wee discolouration, samples to be taken with me to the surgery, contraindications in the prescriptions, shopping to get done, will Morrison’s have any special-offer butter on sale yet? I felt so bewildered for a moment or two. Indeed, I am a self-ructabunde, shlimazel!

But, the need for the Porcelain Throne, demolished my self-pitying and gave me an immediate challenge of a different nature. Will I get to the Throne in time?

WD 0.0.150 A I fumbled my way out of the £300, second-hand, horrendously depressing beige-coloured, sometimes working – others not, ramshackle, c1968, rusty, rickety, recliner; Clouting my shin as I did so on the corner of the Ottoman. The ear-ache stabbing pains giving me a savage, unsettling time, too! Notwithstanding, the Throne session, apart from a fair bit of bleeding, was the best one I’ve had in months!

To the kitchen, where I forgot all about the drinking of only cold water instructions on the CDH appointment letter. But I stopped myself just as I was about to take my first sip of the tea! Phew! But it was not easy, resisting the brew! I got the sample-tube out ready for when the next wee-wee arrives.

I got onto updating the blog. After an hour or two, the need for a wee-wee arrived. I got the sample-vial, and managed to get some urine into the tube and sealed, writing the details on it after filling it. The liquid looked a bit cloudy this morning? Back to updating this post.

I nearly forgot about the fasting and went to make a brew, I even got the kettle on and the cornflake box down from the top of the cabinet. But when I saw the vial on the counter, I stopped myself in time. So made do with the spring water bottle. It’s just not the same as a mug of tea, is it? Tsk! And why is it, I always fancy some breakfast, which I rarely have, on a fasting day? Tsk!

I visited the WordPress reader section.

Ablutions performed. Not cuts, not a single one while shaving! Only dropped one thing, the body spray can! No more new bruises from the sock-glide! Expression of Smugness Adopted!

08:00hrs, bin bags put down the chute. Then I readied tackle, paperwork, medical needs, etc. gathered. Off out to Lidl to get the shopping first, then the doctors for the appointments. I took some empty food jars with me, to be placed in the green bin.

1Mon01aWD 0.0.150 An enforced paradigm shift in plans took place:

  • I was going down in the lift when I realised I had not got the camera with me.
  • Back up to the flat and collected the camera.
  • Down in the lift again, and realised I still got the reading glasses on.
  • Back up to the flat and swapped spectacles.
  • Down to take a photograph, and outside to put the glass in the recycling bin. But the camera told me the SD card was in the locked position.
  • A check of it revealed that the locking bit on the card had come off altogether!
  • Back up yet again to the apartment.
  • Got a spare old SD, put it in the Canon.
  • Down at last with hopes of taking a photo.

1Mon02I was well pee’d off with myself now! My planning time-wise had gone to pot, and I had to get a move-on, so as to be able to get to Lidl to get the fodder, before going to the surgery.

The recycling bags, although not having any food inside, may still tempt the rats to have a bite through to check them out? I wouldn’t have thought so, but people have told me not to put even the recyclable bags out.

1Mon03I got the brolly up and started on the hobble to the surgery.

The same Mercedes van that has caused Len to come off of his Motability scooter two weeks ago. And everyone to have to go on the road to get by, because it has been parked so far on the pavement, is still in the same spot and position.

1Mon04I surprised myself with the pace I was travelling. Especially with the brolly in one hand, and trying to control the downhill-hating wheel-wheeler trolley.

By gum, I was moving well!

Up and over the hill, and down into Carrington in what seemed no time.

The rain continued to pour, with the odd heavy spells.

I got into Carrington as the rain was getting more moderate and I went into the Lidl store. I had to get some help in finding the cheesy-cobs input button. I came out £12.87 lighter. With some biscuits, each one a luxury. Contrition-Mode-Adopted! Chocolate shortcake, Speculoos Biscuits, a bag of cheese curls, Yoghourt, and chocolate-covered rice cakes… Self-Condemnation-Moment-Adopted! Lemon mousses, a ready-made BLT sandwich, Mini-cucumbers, Beetroot salad. A beef pie, and the two Cheese Twists.

1Mon05The rain had gone down to the sprinkling when I left the store, to walk up the hill to the Sherrington Park Surgery.

WD 0.0.150 Avoiding a Nottingham Pavement Cyclistess en route.

1Mon06I logged in at the surgery reception, and the city nurse saw me straight away. It took all of five minutes at most. Just questions and answers?

WD 0.0.150 Back to the waiting area, and I saw a sign about the Cancer checks, this made me remember, I had not yet called or told anyone about my super-cock-up in posting an empty envelope and no samples back to them! I asked the receptionist, who told me to ask the nurse what to do.

I sat down and waited. Nurse Ann commanded me to follow her to the treatment room. Which, naturally, I did!

WD 0.0.150 She asked about the INR blood taking, and I told her the nurse was calling today at 10:00hrs to take it. “Why! I can take it!” She disappeared and returned to take the blood samples and do the CHD checks and questions. She’d rang whoever, to tell them to cancel the nurse’s visit. This saves us money! I was told. I bravely said to her that there were three other patients she visits in the flats on a Monday, anyway! But she just carried on asking questions. She had taken the blood from the left arm, despite my meek and weakly telling her about the right arm being the usual one. She found the vein and took the blood. She left me with my Peripheral Neuralgia affected shaking right hand, holding the cotton wool in position. We spoke (the questions) topics, included the stroke, the INR Warfarin levels not being good enough, and the Duodenal Ulcer. No mention of the neuralgia, until she asked about any falls, and I told her about the falling over when getting off of the bus in Arnold. “Why?” I told her, and the subject changed to what foods was I eating. I thanked her and departed back to the waiting area. After a while, a receptionist asked why I was waiting there, did the nurse need to see you again. No, I said, I’m waiting for the Stroke rehabilitation nurse1Mon07 to see me. I discovered that she had been cancelled. I thanked the lady and went out into the drizzle, slightly disoriented. Hehe!

As I hobbled up the incline on Mansfield Road, I think I may have met the World Champion Wobbly Pavement Cyclist. Hehe!

Up and over the hill, down into Sherwood.

1Mon07aAnother Nottnghamian Pavement cyclist came from behind and received a word or two of condemnation from me, as he flew by and off down the hill!

A little further down the road, I noticed that the Fat Cat diner that had closed over a year ago, had been bought by a company called Tipu Sultan – Majestic Dining had purchased the premises. When I got home later, I looked them up. They have Indian, Afghanistani, Pakistani, Turkish and other such restaurants throughout the Midlands. Google produced some of the food meals one can get at this Indian one.

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1Mon13A little further down the hill, I called in the International Food Store. To have a nosey around in search of some of the lemon cakes. But found none. I did get some lemon biscuits, asparagus, fancy tomatoes, one of each. That cheered the lady on the checkout up a lot, Not! I paid their extortionate prices, thanked her, and out on my way for a hobble up the dreaded Winchester Street Hill, to the flats.

I really did amaze myself at how I kept plodding on, up one of the steepest hills in Nottingham. I had to clean the wheels of the trolley before I could take it indoors, but I’d had taken a kitchen roll with me, for doing the job.

1Mon16Within minutes of getting in the flat, the rain had cleared, and the sun came through occasionally.

Then the skies became all summery, and things brightened up in the sky.

As I got the nosh started, the feet and legs began to ache something awful. My own fault!

1Mon18I stripped off down to the PP’s for comfort.

The meal was a good one. BLT sarnie, cheese twists, chips, tomatoes, mini-cucumber, garden peas, and beetroot, followed with a Scicilian lemon mousse.

WD 0.0.150 As I was just about to get up to wash the pots, the door chime rang out. By the time I got stood up, there in my PP’s and nowt else, there stood Obersturmbannfhreress Warden Deana who’d walked in!

1Mon15The flat below me had got water flooding through from my kitchen! Deana had a look, She found mystery build-up of water underneath the old airer cupboard.

I thought it had at one time been over the dor lip, judging by the marks on the edging?

She asked if I would be in for the rest of the day, in case plumbers need access. I told her I would be. Deana left to investigate another flat on the next floor. (Herbert’s?) I heard nothing from Deana for the rest of the day, but I hope she has got it sorted. It’s worrying having water leaks from where there are no pipes! Ah, the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, rife!

1Mon17So, I needed to try and stay awake late again, just if anyone required access.

The afternoon come evening was so bright now after the rain had stopped – after I had just got in the flat earlier! 

Just one more reason for my being such an expert Shlimazel!

The phone burst forth with its red light flashing. I was the Anticoagulation Haemostasis and Deep Vein Thrombosis Unit (what a mouthful, Hehe!), calling. The six-monthly follow-up. She asked if I am still taking the Warfarin later in the day, and I told her I was. She was pleased with how things were going in controlling the INR level. Which confused me, my being informed this was not being controlled, earlier at the surgery? She would call me again in six-months time.

I could stay awake no longer. I checked that no messages had been put through the letterbox about the water leak enigma.

WD 0.0.150 Of course, as usual for recent days, sleep did not come. I thought it would with the walking and getting soaked, both ways to the surgery and up the hill. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Sun 21 July 2019: A sad day of much dysphoria, Accifauxpas, dizzies & dysautonomia. But it ended well!

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2019 July 20

Sunday 21st July 2019

Haiwian Creole: Dimanche 21 Jiyè 2019

WD 0.40.0. 02:15hrs: It was a rare case of dysania for me this morning. As it is well known, I am not a slugabed. In fact, I’m semi-proud of my ability, especially with the ‘Issues’ I have, to rise and shine with particular enthusiasm, even fervour sometimes, for whatever my unfortunate circumstance in life has thrown at me, or has in store for me, good and early. But the depression I woke up with today, was overbearing.

7Sun01My first thoughts were of the rather pathetic I’m-dooomed-mood I was in, and self-recriminations flowed, for my being in it. The problems fleeted through my mind; No INR blood test, not done, no message from the medical people about it. Will it be done or not? Who knows, who cares! I have to call at the surgery to book a health check and ask for an appointment to allow me to bore the Doctor with my depressiveness, and ask for some beta-blockers. Josie’s meal to prepare, I can’t hear (As so many other tenants) when anyone calls on the Intercom, the dysautonomia is getting worse, not that they can do anything about it, mind. Cleaning the flat is getting too much for me. The Accifauxpas are increasing (Little did I know what was in store for me later – Humph!). I’m losing, misplacing things more and more. The legs are coming up with blotches and bleeding without any knocks? I must remember to mention this when I can get out to call at the surgery if I call tomorrow, then will I miss the INR Nurse again – will I hear her if she does come on the Intercom? And many others worries to be ruminated about and no solutions to be found. I took about twenty-five minutes to write this paragraph or more. Not through any over-thinking about, the thoughts came to me like a shot. But the Autonomic nerve-damaged hand, fingers and shoulder, even the arm are dancing about so often this morning!

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One thing I want to tell you about now while I think of it, in case I forget. This was so funny and annoying at the same time. When I was finishing off the Sunday post earlier, the famously erratic right-hand shot up and out; like I was giving a sudden Hitler salute! I clouted the back of the hand on the desk corner (Humph!). Of course, I have no control over the Axonotmesis inspired actions at all. I knocked over the glasses and clock. Hit the computer, and knocked down the walking-stick as the errant limb moved to the right! Cleaning things up causes me more grief and pain! Memory problems were oddly missed from this list. The poor old devil!

Despite my having to smile about it at the time, this did not help my mood, frustration, and foul early-morning language still came forth, inwardly, thank heavens, not out loud! My neighbour might tell me if I did? I hope I didn’t, anyway!

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I tried to not allow myself to sink any further into the mire of morosity. Had a few words of admonishment with myself! Feeling suitably reprimanded, I carefully rose out of the £30, second-hand, seen-better-days, sometimes working, yucky beige-coloured, rickety, 1968, recliner. Got the walking stick, and plodded the few paces to the almost half-full already from last night, (that I cannot recall using once!) EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) and the following wee-wee, was of the RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) style. Then made my way cautiously to the kitchen, to make a brew and get the hand-washing done. Rinsed them and put them hanging and on the airer to dry.

7Sun02Then I needed another wee-wee! This one was totally different. A painless ELSOAO (Extra-Long-Spraying-Out-All-Over) mode.

I had a wash of the hands, using the left-over water from the washing up bowl. So I should smell of Y-lang and lavender Dettol disinfectant. Nice! Hehe! 

I ate the medications, oiled the ears and drank the medicine. Made a belated brew of tea. The leg was of no bother at all this morning, but, the fingers and hands were active. Double-Humph!

I got the pod peas shelled, for Josie and me later one, and in the saucepan. There should have been enough from yesterday, but I got carried away, on Saturday – and ate them all. Haha! Put the mushroom in the crock-pot, and cooking.

WD 0.40.0. I decided to take some panoramic photographs from the balcony. Brave lad! What’re a few chunks torn-out of a finger and being chewed up by the deadly spring opener to worry about? And tried to take a scenic shot. But the Neuropathically damaged nerves were not allowing the hands to stay still enough. So, I took singles. And not good ones, either! Shame Mode Adopted!

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I went to make another mug of tea (the wee-wees were getting less often at last). I got it poured and left it to marinate so it would be tasty and strong, cause I had to visit the Porcelain Throne.

WD 0.40.0. Although the resulting evacuation was a little less bothersome than yesterdays, it was still too painful for comfort. Had a wash, stubbed my toe, and returned to the front junk room (as opposed to the Other junk room) to start on the computerisationing. The trying-to-type problems varied, from just about managing to sod-it, I give up scenarios! I persevered with perseverance (Hehe!), and after several hours, I got it finished and posted off. The whole time this took to do, and only two wee-wee’s were needed. Amazing!

Then, weary in mind, I made another brew and looked up the peripheral neuralgia effects that medications can be the cause of. But the only site with a lot of names, I didn’t know which brand name they were using. Simvastatin was the only one I recognised, and I have just been taken off of them by the hospital, not the Doctor, and been put on an alternative, Atorvastatin.

The shaking and dancing limbs have never lasted so long before. But the wee-weeing became less often.

WD 0.40.0. a When I had to empty the grey bucket again, I very nearly dropped it, just before pouring it into the WC bowl. Huh! Then when it was left, the shakes enabled me to dropped it accurately, and it hit the right ankle, which made me jump, and I stubbed the right big toe against the seat-riser metal legs!

I got Josie’s nosh all prepared, and Brother-in-law Pete rang while I was doing it. It’s the hidden clandestine CCTV cameras he put in while he was at the flat when I had the stroke, going through everything and taking all my money, cash card, keepsakes and valuables. Now he knows when to call me for the most considerable inconvenience. Hehehe! Only joking! Well, not about the money and valuables, of course. Hahaha! We had a jolly chinwagging session. I like a laugh with Pete, takes a gag well, a decent sort he is!

I checked the cooking and shot off to the wet room… Hehe! Shot Off, what a mistaka to maka! I limped with the walking stick to the wet room. That’s more accurate! Snigger! A wee-wee of the WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) variety was taken. The teggies and shaving were done without any bleeding!

7Sun16WD 0.40.0. Then, just like yesterday, a heavy-duty session was needed, so I got on the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear, a  lot of bleeding this time. But not to worry, it was only from Harolds Haemorrhoids. The shower went well and safe, despite a little dizziness, that only lasted a few seconds, but it was intense. The chair in there and the bars on the tiles meant I coped with it well. Holier-than-thouMode-Adopted.

I spotted while putting on the sort balsa socks, that the lesions, spots, papsules, hickeys, pimples, pustules, erythemas, skin eruptions and other unknown pot-marks, were looking less inflamed!

Lie01b 0.51.0 Oh, I said balsa socks, didn’t I – I meant bamboo socks. Not like me to make mistakes! Mmm!

Afterwards, I got Josie’s meal served and delivered to her door. I was pleased as punch that she liked the look of it.

WD 0.40.0. Got back inside the fleapit, and realised I had forgotten to put the mushrooms on her salva – What a Schlemiel! I got them out of the cooker and into a pot and took them to her. She was not happy at being disturbed eating. I apologised, told her that they were hot, and not to hold them by the bottom. (I took that as an honour, her being irked, tells me she was enjoying it). She obviously could not hear me, (Not her fault!) bless her. She grabbed the tub by the bottom and said; “Oh, they’re hot!” Hehe! I didn’t think to photograph it, with rushing to get it to her on time.

I got back on the computer, which Virgin Media was currently running okay. Honestly! 

WD 0.40.0. But the fingers and shoulder, although less hassle than earlier, were still playing up occasionally. Believe it or not, but the sensation went in the finger tips for a while completely, and as I had just pressed the ‘O’ key, I ended up with three and a half lines of ‘O’s, to correct, along with many more errors! Oy Vay!

I went on CorelDraw, to make up some more page top and Thoughts graphics. I made one for the TFZer site as well. I hope they like it, their pussies, you know. “The Shredders!”

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Some odd clanging noises coming from somewhere or other? I hate it when I can’t identify sounds I can actually hear!

I closed down the computer and watched some TV for a bit, until Josie, bless her, returned the plate, tray and cutlery. She said she enjoyed it a lot, thanked me, and added that it was little too much for her. So, I promised to make a little smaller meal next weekend. She offered me some desserts, and I gently explained that I cannot eat strawberries, even in yoghourt. She was meeting her Sister for a drink later, and I wished her an enjoyable trip. So glad she liked the meal.

1Mon01aI set about finalising my grand feast then. A big plateful. With: Seasoned chips (fries), tuna chunks in brine, fresh garden peas, tomatoes, and some well-burnt, crispy cheesy-potatoes! Followed by a criminally naughty Limoncello second course, dessert!

Smug-Mode Adopted: I’d done it again. Another most delightful and flavoursome nosh! Taste Rating: 9.25/10!

I did the washing up. Then the hand-washing. Back to the TV, to keep nodding-off and waking repeatedly, until I got fed up with it, and settled to get the head-down. But proper sleep was a long time coming. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Sun 23 June 2019: A fiddly, messy, irritating Sunday. Ah-well!

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Sunday 23rd June 2019

Estonian: Pühapäev, 23 Juni 2019

03:55hrs: The dreams I had been suffering nocturnally, varied, but all had a connection to failure and pain. (Nothing surprising there, then! Hehe!) I’d not made any notes but could recall a few bits of them. The first, I think, had me up on a church roof, trying to paint a flèche, in the pouring rain and high winds. As was expected, even in the dream, I fell off the ladder… and found myself in a cave underground, with a long queue of people in line, to be beheaded? Dalek type beings approached me and bemoaned my late arrival, it seems I was the executioner? In another nightmare, I was yet again being chased through corridors of a fire damaged or bombed office block, being pursued by a gang of yobboes, one of the lads from my last being mugged episode was in there somewhere. I ended up jumping off of the roof, and landed safely in my old brown coloured Robin Reliant, and started to worry about not being able to fit my three-wheeled walker in the car, along with utter confusion as to how I been doing it earlier?

I soon gave up on trying to gaining anything worthwhile from the memories, and removed my body from the cobbled together, c1968, sometimes working, second-hand, tatty, crude, grotty-tatty beige coloured, £300, recliner. Gained my balance, and with the stubbed toe being much less painful, I made my way to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. I was unaware of it until I got in there, but I had gone without the stick! Such was the unnatural lack of pain in walking. I prayed that the leg would not start its dancing routine off. Which, fortunately, it didn’t! (About time too, after yesterday’s series of Accifauxpas and Whoopsiednagleplops!)

I was very careful not to stub 7Sun03the toe. The session went well, not too messy, no bleeding, no accifauxpas, and not as painful as they have been recently. I still resisted getting any hopes up, that things might be going right for once! But it was almost a pleasant experience for me. Haha!

A rinse, and off to the junk-room and kitchen, to take the medications and tend to the health checks. A 7Sun10little apprehensive about the weight, after last nights naughty orgy on the nibbles.

WD 0.15.80 So, off to the Steptoe & Son-like junk-scrap, rubbish room, and got onto the scales. Oh, dearie me! I seem to have gained a pound or two. Humph! After a few minutes of introversion, brooding, soul-searching, and introspection, full of catagelophobia, I dragged myself to the front utility room (bedroom, office, computer, sock-glide, finger-grazing and bruising balcony door openings, landline phone, TV and reading room, etc.) and gathered the walking stick, then to the kitchen.

The view from the unwanted, uncleanable7Sun01, anti-photographer, light & view blocking, wind letting in, can’t see anything below from, new windows, was bonny, despite the lack of any sunshine yet. This picture made me feel somewhat inadequate and negative for a while. The realisation that I can no longer take a walk through the beloved Tree Copse hit me. I considered trying to take a hobble up the hill through the copse later, but the risks were too 7Sun02significant to risk. This saddened me!

I got some sliced mushrooms in the crock-pot. Hopefully, they will be cooked in time. This expensive cooker is nowhere near as good as the old one that blew up on me. Still, it hasn’t exploded on me yet. Haha! 

I had to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) twice within a few 7Sun11minutes. They were both of the SSBSWW (Short-Sharp-But-Sprinkly-Wee-wee) type.

The health check results were all fine this morning: Sys 126, Dia 61, Pulse 72, and the temperature was 35.1°c, no problems there!

I made a brew and took it with me to the wet room to do the ablutionalisationing.

7Sun15WD 0.15.80 Spotting a couple of EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) near the shower-drain, I utilised some killer-spray. I was not sparing with it, either!

WD 0.15.80 Cleaning the teeth, and the gums bled! That needed a lot of rinsing before they stopped.

7Sun11aWD 0.15.80 It was apparent to me that the INR Warfarin level must still be on the high side. I had the slightest of nanoscopic, hardly noticeable, tiny, little, cuts under the chin, and that bled excessively too! Why all this bleeding so profusely? The INR level?

I may take just a half of a Warfarin tablet in tonight‘s dosages. 

7Sun07The right hallux (big toe) was in far the best shape it’s been in for months now. Which is typical, just five days away from the appointment to have it looked at and the toes cut. Like the leg-ulcer, it took me eight weeks to get that seen to, and it had all but cleared up on its own by the time I got the appointment. Huh!

I got dressed and called at Josie’s flat to make sure she still wanted her fish meal at 13:00hrs, but there was no reply.

Back to the apartment, and filled the remaining space in the recycling box, and made up two black bags for the waste. As I left to take the black bags to the chute, I pressed Josie’s bells again, still no answer. She is probably in the shower or asleep, perhaps, but not knowing is worrying. I nearly went over as I opened the very stiff-opening door to the chute room, and realised I had not taken the stick with me. Tsk! Klutz! 

Back in the flat and collected the box of recycling material, grabbed the walking stick, and made my way down to the foyer. Where I enjoyed a natter and a laugh with May. We were joined by Shirley and left the tow of them chatting and went out to the caretaker’s door with the box, and returned. Back up to the flat, and rang Josie’s bells again that sounded wrong, Haha!) – Nope, no answer?

I eventually made a draft and got on with this, Sunday’s Inchcock Today.

Sister Jane rang, bad line, so I’m not certain about what was said. I called at Josie’s again while Jane was on the line, without any luck. Tsk!

On to the TFZer Facebooking next.

WD 0.15.80 I tried again to catch Josie, and she answered the door this time. But she’d had a funny turn, the room spinning. She does not want any dinner. (Naturally) She just wanted to sit quietly. I was just glad to see her okay, although poorly. I said I’d leave my door opposite hers open, and anything I could do, please walk in and shout or ring the bells, and don’t hesitate, please.

With mixed feelings, I returned to the flat. I did some more TFZerisationing. In between checking on the potato in the oven, initially to have been for Josie, 7Sun38but now I’ll have it. I was going to have my meal during the England ladies match on TV.

WD 0.15.80 But had it earlier than planned. The potatoes needed some black spots removing when they were halved and the flesh mixed up severely with some grated Leicester cheese, in the basin, with gusto for ages. Added a little Lurpak butter and sea salt. The filled husks put back in the oven for about an hour or so, to brown 2019 Mar 2them off.

I added a sourdough baguette for the last ten minutes. Got the plate served up, with lettuce, sliced mushrooms, gherkins, and tomatoes. The Limoncello dessert, I didn’t eat, I forgot about it and did not risk eating it when it had turned so warm, I dished it in the bin.

But, a worthy nosh flavour rating of 7.8/10 was given.7Sun35a Got the pots washed.

WD 0.15.80 The England match against Cameroon was watched, and although I am so pleased they won the game, it was a disgrace and blight, with FIFA to blame, VAR, the Referee, and he Cameroon players for the Farce!

Dizzy Dennis forced me to get in and stay in the second-hand recliner. All my already limited oomph was lost.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 2nd June 2019: Exipotic wishes and hopes, came to nothing! Hehe!

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Sunday 2nd June 2019

Sunday 2nd June 2019

WD 0.0.0 03:45hrs. I woke, noticing I had still got the diabetic socks on, Humph! Three hours enjoyed, kip I estimated.

I remembered that neighbour Josie wanted her cheesy-potatoes meal today, instead of Saturday this week. The thinking through what was needed had to take a breather, due to a rather sudden need for the utilisation of the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket). I was pleased with my egress from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grungy-beige rickety recliner, and gaining my balance.

WD 0.0.0 The bucket, held in the right hand, shook all over the place as I tried to contain it steady. But it was no bother to use it! Was this a sign of things to come. While wee-weeing, the need to use the Porcelain Throne arrived! I got the stick and hobbled to the wet room. What a session! Hard, painful and a long time coming, needing much forcing, too. Phwert!

7Sun11aI decided to leave the slept in socks on until later in the day, and set about hand-washing the extra-large, warm, long-sleeved shirt. I used the liquid soapflakes from Wilko and added some of their freshener granules. Hung it up over the sink to dry, as I usually do, with carefully placed pots to catch the drips falling from the hanger.

I got the medication morning dosage-pot made up last night put ready, it’s too early to take them yet, but seeing the pot near the computer, should remind me later.

I got the computer on, and the moment I tried typing, I realised my idea of letting the fingernails grow longer, to hopefully help with the electric-shock-like shakes, was not working at all.

WD 0.0.0 So, I set about with the nail-clippers to cut back the nails. Which proved to be extraordinarily portentous and yet annoying at the same time! The right-hand nails, using the left hand, took me about three minutes to do. The right hand, using the right-hand, took me ten minutes to complete. How I managed without cutting any flesh was impressive. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

7Sun02I then purposely took a photo from the new unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed, with glass panes to clean that need a step-ladder and one that cannot be reached at all windows. To see if I could hold the camera steady enough. The answer was, No! I had to rest the Canon, as best I could on the impossible to clean and warped inside of the window frame to get a decent shot.

I changed the setting on the Canon to S=small for the pictures. But they are still coming out massive?

WD 0.0.0 Back to the computerisationing again. What a farce! So much for cutting the nails helping things. All over the place, the fingers, as soon as the tip-ends touch anything. Terrible enough on the keyboard, but the camera is taking endless time to get focussed, too! Humph! Wee’d-Off-Mode adopted! Hehehe!

I made a start on finishing off the Saturday blog. I was hard work, time-consuming and with a bedevilling, irksomeness annoyingness. Grrr!

WD 0.0.0 As I put the kettle on again, I had to go for a Porcelain Throne visit (Two?). And what a dissimilitude to the earlier session. It was of egregariously massive proportions, soppy, wet, and messy beyond apprehension, this time! I actually sat having a go at the crossword book, while waiting for the action to terminate! As soon as it did, a wee-wee of record length followed immediately! Then there was the time and effort needed to clean things up! Still, I did get a few clues answered in the crossword. (Alright, one clue, Tsk! Haha! Gawd knows why I’m laughing!

7Sun15The sunshine was out, and the shadows forming as it came from behind. So, I took a picture from the new unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed, with glass panes to clean that need a step-ladder and one that cannot be reached at all kitchen windows. While making yet another brew to replace the one that went cold while I was on the Porcelain Throne.

WD 0.0.0 The pictures were still coming out massive, I checked on the Canon, the S setting showed up as being set. I must be doing something wrong? Nothing new there, then!

Late, very late, I got the blog updated and sent off. Made a cuppa for the one that went cold again. Took the morning medications and made up the pot for tonight’s doses.

Made a start on this post – and yet again had to return to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me! A complete repeat of the second visit. Perhaps even messier, and I didn’t get any answers in the crossword either!

WD 0.0.0 I did notice that the pins were not in such a good a condition as yesterday. Nowt new in that, they are always changing, every day. I’d not got the camera with me, so I cleaned the place up, by the way, the aroma I left behind this last visit was putrid! Just thought I’d mention it, in case any Doctors read this post, who might like to offer some advice, on Arthur Itis, Williams Water-Retention, Alberts Axonotmesis. Allan’s Ataxia, Terry’s Transient ischaemic stroke, or Peter’s Peripheral neuropathy, free of course. Hehe!

7Sun01I returned to the front room and took a picture of the legs. Lumpy, blotchy and the sock-rings showing where I’d forgotten to take them off. The fluid retention looked a lot less, and for once, the legs seemed to be the same size. The paleness doesn’t show, cause this room is darker, I think. Unless it the new camera?

I rang out the hanging shirt, and once more made a brew, to replace the one that had gone cold again. Tsk! Got the potatoes in the oven for later.

Started this post off proper. I stopped computerisationing, to get the ablutions tended to. Back in a bit…

WD 0.0.0 I got somewhat discomposed, and woolgatheringly lost the plot a bit. And found myself, with rediculous-timing, considering I was about to take a shower and shave; set about hand-washing the bath towel! Left it to soak a bit further, when the stupidity of my actions hit me. Muttered some words of self-admonishment, and went off to get the ablutions done – but again got side-tracked and called at Josie’s door and rang the bells. To make sure she was in and ready for her Cheesy-potato meal around 12:30hrs, but no answer.

7Sun18I got the ablutions tended to, with an interruption for a marathon wee-wee. Possibly as long as the one eight wee-wees ago. Hahaha! I enjoyed the shower etc. despite dropping the soap and fresh air spray.

The pins were looking better, and possibly with a little more blood in them? Fingers crossed!

Got redressed, and called to see Josie, no answer again. Oh dear!

I took three bags to the waste bin on the three-wheeled trolley and rang Josie’s door on the way back. Still no answer.

7Sun19I wrang out the bath towel out much as I could manage, and put it on the airer to dry, slowly of course, and it will need turning often, to make sure it all dries out properly.

Back on the computer, and Josie rang my bell. Said she was in the shower. The good news, if I can get the timing right, 12:30hrs would be fine for her meal to be delivered.

I updated this diary a bit and then got on with cheesifying the potatoes and into the husks. Back in the oven to brown them off.

I spotted two people with two little dogs, from one of the houses in the lower field, using the cut through. I took a distance shot and zoomed in to take a picture of them as they entered the house. The first time I’ve seen it used since it was upgraded. I wonder why other householders don’t make one. It must save a hell of a lot of walking?

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I put the above on the computer, went for a wee-wee, and then it was time to check the cheesy-spuds progress, 12:05hrs.

7Sun38Got the nosh for Josie served up; Tuna chunks, tomatoes and some glorious looking cheesy-potatoes. I took it to her door, but got no answer, oh dearie me, again!

I returned to my place, disappointed that I cannot keep it warm, the potatoes shrivelled when I tried it last week.

Back to Josies, no answer again. Getting frustrated now.

2019 Mar 2Checked on my nosh (cheesy-potatoes) in the oven, and turned them down. Back to Josie’s, and she answered. Phew! Handed her the meal on the tray, and wished her happy eating. Then, back to the apartment and served up my dollop. And tucked into it. I didn’t make to big a nosh this time, and ate it all, along with a sourdough baguette, that I did leave some of.

During which, Josie rang the door bells, chiming out the tune of Dusty Springfield’s ‘I only want to be with you!’, to return the tray, cutlery and plate. It seems she liked it, and she gave me a tin of tuna chunks to use for next week.

I finished the fodder and washed my pots. Still early, but I took the medications and got settled in the £300 almost mediaeval rickety-recliner, to get some sleep in and catch-up. Of course, my plans failed miserably. I ended up watching some rubbish on the TV, and even that failed to find sleep for me. Huh!