Inchcockski – Wednesday 25th March 2020: Diahorrea Duncan dominated day

2020 Mar 25

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Wednesday 25th March 2020

Ukrainian: Середа, 25 березня 2020 Pоку

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GM brownR.02:35hrs: I awoke, still feeling a tad groggy and tired. I waited for the brain to engage gear and the fog to lift from the grey cells, and things became mentally at least, active! By the time I’d had an enthusiastic and satisfying itch around my massive, wobbly, overweight midriff, I recognised the urgent need to get myself to the wet room! So I did!  

(As I now know, this was but the first trip of many to be made today! Oh, dearie me, yes!) The flow, yet again, began of the innards own accord. (It was close, but I made it in time, this time!) The evacuation contents reminded me of Brussel sprout sized clumps, that broke apart as they landed in the bowl with a series of splashes! Over quickly, no pain really at all! Not messy, and only the tiniest spot of bleeding. Even Little Inchies fungal lesion was leaking, but it was so minuscule. I distinctly recall, (and that in itself is a rarity!), thinking to myself as I cleaned things up; “Well if they are all like this, I’ll have no problems!” An acceptable session!

To the kitchen, and thought about the wonderful, kind help I’m received, prompted when I got the bottle of milk from the fridge, that Oberstgruppenfhureress Angela had arranged and one of the ladies had delivered to my door for me last night! Made a brew of Thompsons Punja tea.

WDPH01L4I few moments of Mind-Thoughts blasting: WD 0.40.0. Spirits dipped a tad when I went to get the medications out of the draw. I am now taking the Warfarin doses blind. No blood test for weeks now, so obviously, I have no idea what amount I should be taking! At least if I am imbibing too much, it might just be cutting myself and bleeding to death, might happen if Little Inchies fungal lesion flows. Too little Warfarin, and a stroke, seizure or heart attack. But, of course, that’s providing that the Coronavirus doesn’t get me first! Or Duodenal Donald doesn’t burst open. Maybe Anne Gyna’ll get me? Or the mechanical ticker battery will run out? Or the blood cancer starts again? Perhaps, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters will go into complete failure? Or, the Peripheral Neuropathy may start an involuntary right leg Schuhplattler dance, when I’m crossing the road, and I’ll get squashed by a lorry? No, no, no! With the lock-down I’ll not be outside will I, and will there be any lorries on the road by then anyway? Ah, the part bullet still inside me might suddenly rust? Nae, its been no bother for donkey’s years. It’s a game innit? Hahaha! You’ve got to laugh!

3Wed06By the time I’d stopped the Mind-Blast, the tea had gone cold. So I took the medications to the computer desk, oiled the ear-holes, creamed certain areas in need of the same, and made another brew. I noticed that I had acquired what looked like a scorch mark on my right hand? No doubt during a period of a Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure and the nerves did not inform the brain.

Off to the computerisationing. I had to do a graphic, I had no choice in the matter, this idea came into my mind for a funny Coronavirus page top, I just had to get it completed while it was fresh in my mind.

Then, onto updating the Tuesday blog, but I had a look on the Emails first.

3Wed04Fair enough!

3Wed05I tried again to read my notes to use on the phone call with the help, from Angela.

But it was guesswork. Eventually, and it took me an aeon, I got the updating finished. Put some pics on Pinterest. Emailed the link to my vast number of followers, both of them!

3Wed01WD 0.40.0. Then, I realised I had still got the medications on the tray, not taken. Schmuck! I got them gathered but dropped a yellow Lansoprazole. It took me ages to find it (Well. I thought I had!) The struggle to get down once I did spot it, I used the new picker-upperer (Thanks again, Jenny!) and retrieved it. Struggled to get back up again, and then realised it was not a tablet at all, it was part of potato-chip! Most likely from one of my nocturnal-nibbling sessions). Which meant I had to continue searching for the capsule. It took me so long to find it, I was on the verge of giving up when I did. It must have bounced when I dropped it, cause it was about six foot away on the carpet near the balcony windows! The picker-upperer did its job again. The capsule was washed, and then, taken along with the other medications. What a faffling _art about!

WDP 08L02bEmbarrassing WD 0.40.0.WD 0.40.0. a Odd that I should use the term I did there. Because that is the very thing that emitted from my innards moments later, a little sort of silent involuntary Plump, felt more than heard! I hastened to the Porcelain Throne, but didn’t make it in time! The evacuation again was under the control of my innards. Runny, messy, and smelly. Yet, still, the movement was painful? Had a shower and cleaned up, new PP’s on, and the trousers were thrown away, disinfected thoroughly, in a black bag on there own! Now my spirits sank, shame grew, and a despondency developed!

Eventually, I made a start on this blog. But with the indelicate, humiliating events, my heart had lost some pep. I pondered on what I had eaten that might have caused this worrisome trouble. I’m sure I’d taken nothing out-of-date food in? Ah, well! I was confident that this that diarrhorea is not on the Coronavirus symptoms list. I’ll check later. Diarrhorea Duncan came on suddenly. Things have gone from solid and reluctant, to the opposite in a matter of hours! Mmm!

I was taking some photographs from the window, and the first one was shot. With the aid of the step-ladder and a deal of nervousness (Hehe!), was down below the window on Chestnut Walk. Compared to the last such a shot (right), last weekend, there were more cars and fewer people in view!

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3Wed14WD 0.40.0. I tried again at getting to book an order for Morrisons. But, although I was initially so pleased to be able to get on the site, there were no delivery slots available.

Mysteriously, they told me my trolley is currently £26.90 and contains 19 items?

3Wed14aI then read about Morrisons supplying £35 food boxes, £10 delivery. But could not get to find them on the site, of course.

WD 0.40.0. One more into the breach, I tried for Iceland. Same thing. no slots available. It’s all frustrating and confusing… No, it’s not! Sorry.

WD 0.40.0. From nowhere, disorientation and dizziness fell on me. I felt proper poorly. Then a coughing sneezing session. The guts rumbled, and hobbled off for the third trip to the Porcelain throne! By gum, Trotski Terence had taken over the tummy controls now! Eurgh! Most uncomfortable experience. Cleaning up was another big bother for me.

3Wed35I gave up computing and any thoughts of mind control as the head spun. 

Feeling almost exhausted, not able to take any interest in cooking or preparing fodder, I made a meal of sliced Piccolo tomatoes and the last but one Cox’s apple. I found a bag of crisps and had them with the so-called meal. No desire, hunger or need for more.

Computing left in a right state, I just stripped off, and got down in the recliner, put the TV on, and slowly nibbled at the food. The stomach-grinding began to ease off a little. But I felt so tired. The regular dropping off and waking a few minutes later went on for hours. I had no inclination to do or think about anything much when I was awake.

WD 0.40.0. Then the shakes put an end to any thoughts of getting to sleep for hours. I thought the recliner would fall apart, or I might shake myself off of the chair! Hehehe!

What a pickle!

TTFNski, all the bestest each!

Inchcockum – Tues 24 Mar 2020: Depression reigned, then, a late kindness that had me like a dog with two tails! ♥

2020 Mar 24

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Tuesday 24th March 2020

Maori: Rātapu 24th o Maehe 2020

000 Mar 24 (2)

GM 100.100.150RWD 0.0.128A 00:00hrs: I reckon it must have been around midnight when I woke up. And I lay in uhtcearing mode, the mind stewing, pondering over this and that; Will I get the milk and bread on Morrison’s order? Why am I not shaking, Arthur Itis’s pains are none existent, the horrible ‘Hum’ is so loud, why? Can I keep it together today? How many new cases and deaths with Coronavirus will there be today? On, and on the Thought Storm blasted! 

02:10hrs: I waited for the Porcelain Throne demand to be made, and sure enough, it arrived with a suddenness. I was out of the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner and up on my feet grabbing for the four-pronged walking stick, then on my way to the wet room, with such ease and lack of bother, I was almost in a state of shock when this dawned on me!

WD 0.0.128A I had another shock when I got there! Yea, Gods, it was painful! But quick at least. The evacuation was carried out under the control of the innards, no input from me was needed. Cleaning up afterwards, a little blood from the rear-end, but a veritable flood from Little Inchies fungal lesion. That will need some cleaning and creaming, I shan’t do it now, cause the stock of Corticosteroid cream consists of about an eighth of a tube, so I’ll see to it when I get the ablutions done later. How, or whenever I can get out to the chemists and shops, I don’t know. But the EQ tells me help is on the way, coming? I do hope and beg he is right!

To the kitchenette and got the kettle on took the medications, then to the computer with the excellent mug of Glengettie Gold tea.

WP Reader, then a while on Facebooking, followed by WordPress Reader reading.

Start this post off, then update yesterday’s blog. All done, posted and link Emailed.

2Tue15WD 0.0.128A I tried to do a Morrison food order. But I got this message, the site was too busy, message. Blimus, I do not need Romulus, the Roman augur, to tell me of a phenomenon that serves as a sign or warning of some future good or evil: forerunner, foretoken, omen, portent, disaster, or prognostic sign. We’re living it now, and dying as well!

2Tue25As the song, composed by Lionel Bart, went, “♫ Fings Ain’t Wot They Used T’Be ♫” And a successful recording by Max Bygraves many years ago (1960)! He even reached Number Five in the Hit Parade with it! I thought this might prompt a few memories, and a smile or two from my fellow oldies, in these trying times?

Why am I waffling on again? Most likely because I’m really worried about how I am going to get food in. I’m fine now but 2Tue26considering the text message that I got this morning, from Gov.UK. telling me I have to stay at home. Fine! At least I’ll starve to death in the warmth. That is unless the electricity can’t be produced with all the workers self-isolating, of course. In that case, I’m not so pleased. Hahaha!

2Tue01An email came in from Morrisons re today’s delivery.  No bread today, and they couldn’t deliver an alternative? On the plus side, they are letting me have a 9-pack of toilet rolls. They do help though, and with sending little food, it should help my dieting, and I should not need so many toilet rolls. Good, innit!

I then thought I’d try to do an order for Iceland. Hahahaha!

2Tue23

I confirmed that I was a vulnerable old git. Then had to sign in. This took me back to the first window, I clicked ‘Yes’ again, finally, I got thought to book an order, that had all the slots unavailable!

2Tue16I wonder if I might try grilling some bits of the carpet? I’ve got some sauces I have with it, out of date, fair enough, but still. Hehe! The British sense of humour saves the day again!

WD 0.0.128A I tried to get a Morrison order in again. Not having it again.

WD 0.0.128A I started to update this post, and an attack from Dizzy Dennis arrived, that nearly had me pressing the wristlet alarm, and left me feeling unsteady on my feet. The brain might have been affected as well, cause the previously keenish concentration I’d had this morning, became obfuscated, and unwilling, ignoring, regardless of my mental needs, analyses and deliberations.

2Tue13WD 0.0.128A Got the handwashing in soak, and ablutions tackled. And I thought yesterdays session was a bad one. This one beast it hands down! Niggly dropsies irked me throughout. Including the shower-head, three times! But only dropped on my foot once). I broke the new toothbrush. Several tiny cuts shaving. Knocked the things off of the top of the cabinet. And, somehow or other, headbutted the door coming out of the shower when Dizzy Dennis paid a visit! Glanglegloberations!

2Tue09Todays ordered three weeks ago, Morrison delivery arrived. I got it put away, clandestinely, not showing the rolls through the window. I wish I’d got a safe now!

Nice to have some fodder in at last. No fresh stuff other than a mushroom pate and some tomatoes. But I’ll not starve.

2Tue14I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

I’d been working myself into a tizzy since the ablutions. Things not going very well since.

I thought I’d check on Amazon to see when and if will coming me coming, and the delayed ear-wax removal plugs. 

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2Tue24Come back the next day for a refund? Mmm? I’m confused and befuddled!

2Tue15WD 0.0.128A I attempted to get a Morrison order through for next week or fortnights time.

I don’t know why I bothered! No, no, no, I do! It’s called Hoping for the Best! Me? Hoping for the best? Humph! I do like wasting time, don’t I? What a klutz! With Iceland’s web site a no-go as well. thing ain’t looking good for the future!

2Tue10I took a photo from the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking, new anti-photographer designed kitchen window. I would have taken a shot of Chestnut Walk below as well, but the giant window ledge makes me have to use the step-ladder to reach out for the picture taking. Humph!

WD 0.0.128A I got the meal prepping started and put some Truffle-Fries in the oven, then returned to the computer. As soon as started typing, Dizzy Dennis launched at me with one of his worst ever spells. Then the landline light flashed. It was Sister Jane. We chatted and laughed a decent while. I’m afraid I can’t really remember much about what was said. Such was the force of this Dizzy Dennis bout!

WD 0.0.128A For some reason, as I was coming back to me usual grumpy, sour, bitter, self-loathing, depressed old self, I realised that I had not had any Phlebotomy nurse come to take me blood sample test? But, I was not in the least offended, aggrieved, annoyed or slighted by this. The Community nurses, all have the same problems that we are having, worse than us in these flats. They must be really struggling, and in such circumstances, can only do their best again the sudden extra-demands for their time, and it must irk them so. They can only do what they can, under such stressful conditions. I thank them for doing what they can. ♥ It’s been two or three weeks since the last blood test, but it can’t be helped.

While I’m on this, a few thoughts for the ILCs here in the flats too. They have families of their own to tend to, as well as us old-timers! They must also be under every day strains. ♥ Bless em all!

I waffled again there, sorry.

2Tue30As the meal was being served up, the intercom light flashed. I’m really glad I was in the kitchen at the time, cause the tune from the intercom wouldn’t have been heard with the fire door shut! It’s on its loudest setting too! It was an Amazon delivery chap, with the giant pack of instant potato-flakes that I’d ordered, at last! The man left them outside the door and had retreated to the lobby door, he shouted something I could not decipher, and I shouted a ‘Thank You’, as he ran off. And, I don’t blame him!

2Tue31I opened the package, to reveal a ginormous bag of Maggi Potato Flakes. 4kg! Haha!

I’ll have to get all my lidded storage pots to pour it all into once I open it, to keep them fresh. I bet I’ll that whenever I do this, I’ll make a right mess and lose a lot of the flakes on the floor?

2Tue33I got the meal served up. I have to say, that I am amazed at how well the Piccolo tomatoes have lasted, over a week now and they have no signs of shrivelling up yet? I wonder if they have been irradiated? The Flavour rating for this slowly eaten and enjoyed feast was 8.8/10! Baked beans with Hickory, smoked ready-cooked bacon (Sadly all gone now!), tomatoes and the really different and gorgeous Truffle Fries! Which I have acquired a strong proclivity for.

WD 0.0.128A I got an email in while I was nibbling the fodder. The Diabetes team had stopped booking for and cancelled all meetings. Fair enough, to be expected!

I was suddenly drained and the fatigue overcame me earlier than ever today. So I didn’t do the handwashing. I put the dishes in the bowl to soak, got the last can of Pepsi (sugar-free, of course), and got my adiposity ladened stomached torso into the £300, second-hand recliner, and turned on the TV.

To my surprise, I was soon off in deep sleep and I think dreaming about the old days when I was fit and able, and healthy! (It’s best I do not mention what I was up to in my rather frisky, nocturnal hallucinating!)

 It took me a while, to realise that it was the landline’s ringing and flashing that had awoken me!

wd 0.0.128 I fumble my body mass out of the recliner and fell on my knees. (Klunk, double-thud, Argh!) Luckily the phone is only two normal paces from where I fell, I used the swivel chair (but got away with it, Phew!) to get back up, and was sure the phone would stop ringing before I got to it. But no! I got there in time, pain as well, but pleased with myself for getting there on time at all!

With just being aroused, the conversation didn’t all sink in very well. But the hearing was okay, the receptor nerves were the problem. It was Nottingham City Homes, Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager, Desktop Dancer, and Catwalk Model, Angela Gould. An Angel of Mercy as well! She spoke, well, we talked a long time I think, not that I can recall all of it now. Tsk! But, someone, a lady, was coming to my flat, on her way now; With some fresh milk for me! My heart melted as she spoke, I can remember that alright! The gal would ring my bells, and leave the milk outside the door, to keep to the Social Distancing practice!

WD 0.0.128A I thanked her a thousand times, and was so annoyed with myself afterwards! I wrote down some notes on the little pad to use on this diary in the updating in the morning. But could I read my writing? No! Grr!

Minutes later, ‘♫ I only want to be with you ♫’ chimed out from both doorbells. I got some trousers on, just in case whoever delivered the milk saw me, (too much of a shock to see me naked, for anyone!) and went to the door. A female voice said something to me from the lobby door, and I shouted my appreciations to her. The milk bottle was collected, and back to the kitchen, I put the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea!

This unexpected, kindness, must have been what my EQ was referring too. Just when you’ve had enough of the unfairness and failings,  something like this assistance and kind help restors your faith in humanity. Thanks, Angela and girls!

2Tue34I took a photo of the pins (legs) as I took off the socks and trousers to get back in the recliner, I noticed how pale they looked compared to earlier? No way of guessing at why, with no Warfarin blood test results to assess with.

Getting back to sleep took a long time.

For I was having, for one, some ‘Nice’ Thought Storms!

Inchcockski – Monday 2nd March 2020: Humph!

2020 Mar 02

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Monday 2nd March 2020

Somali: Isniin 2-da Maarso 2020

000 Mar 02

GM07LWD 128.0.128 03 02:05hrs: I woke and immediately attempted to disentangle my warped, flobby-bellied body, from the c1968, second-hand, £300, rickety recliner to respond to the call to the Porcelain Throne, which was not an easy task! For the limbs were spread about, in positions that I could never physically get them into when conscious. The left leg over the arm of the chair, dangling on the other chair. The right arm bent underneath my body-mass, the torso with the bum, almost off of the cushion. How did I get like this? Noctambulation, or Nocturnal nibbling?

WD 128.0.128 03 I was puzzled, but still in need of an evacuation. I semi-rolled out of the recliner, gained my balance, grabbed the four-pronged stick, and straight to the wet room. There were no automatic movements, no struggling to force things along, no bleeding, no mess, no undue miasmas, no mass evacuation of wind, and no mess! Sounds too good to be true, doesn’t it?. It was! All that spoilt things was the agony! Hahaha! I don’t know why I laughed then?

1Mon05

However, the pins were looking good again. The battle-scarred scratches on the right shin from the losing Sock-Glide battle, were healing up already? And itching like buggery!

I pondered over this for a while. The Peripheral Neuropathy, with Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying nerve ends, may not be sending the message to the brain about any injuries or cuts (So they tell me at the hospital). Or else, is delayed in doing so. So, how come the brain has sent the white blood cells, called a macrophage, (In’t Google good, Hehe!) takes on the role of wound protector to clear the wounds up so quickly? Then again, the blood is not the nerves, so maybe this would account for… Oh, I give up!

I must remember to ring Sister Jane up later. Not too early, though, with her being an alcoholic, she goes out a lot and needs her daily recovery time in bed. Snigger! Jane is usually up by eleven or around there. Not Pete, though, he’s up nice and early, off out to get the papers and check on his bank account and investments at the ATM, and then get some lottery tickets from t1Mon01he newspaper shop as well. With a winning record of over 40%, you can’t blame him. He’s the only bloke I know who makes a profit on the lottery. So it’s just as well he is a born philargyrist. I am awful!

I moved the handwashing that was dry enough to be safe, over the crap, needing Einstein to understand heater in the kitchen. Then got the 1Mon02kettle on. (I good at this. Har-har!)

I got the new Pill-Blister pack out of the medical cupboard, and was so disappointed in what I found!

WD 128.0.128 03 This pack had 7Sun41even more tablets mixed in different days and stuck, hidden underneath the cellophane, than last weeks did! You’ve got to admit, that the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2D, are a cut above other bad chemists, with their consistently uncaring nature, and dedication to crap, life-threatening service. Just thought I’d mention them, in case I forgot to earlier. I’d hate to die through taking the wrong medications, and them to get away scot-free with it!

The biggest shame of it is that they used to be so reliable and trustworthy last year.

At long last, hours after getting up, I got around to doing some graphics, then started to update the Sunday post. All done, but it took me three hours. I went on Comments, then WP reader, ending up doing this blog.

The Ocado order arrived. I put the order in before having diabetes diagnosed, so I ordered some biscuits, lots of them, to make up the minimum order! And some lemon curd yoghourts! Tsk! I’ll give the cookies away so that I won’t be tempted!

1Mon06b

Some of the tasty small Notoora black tomatoes looked tempting. I hope to get out to get some fresh veg in, but it’s not looking good, no nurse yet.

The ‘Hum’ and the workers drilling on the floor above is getting to me.

WDPH01R6Turned everything off, and got the Ablutions sorted out. What a miracle session! Only one shaving cut and four dropsies. The Sock-Glide battle was a draw! Little Inchies fungal lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were bloodless as well! 

No nurse has turned up for the blood testing yet!

Sister Jane rang, which was nice, but made it difficult for me to be on the phone, and still hear if the door or intercom chimes. While we were nattering, I thought I heard something, so nipped to check after telling Jane. No one was there. A couple of minutes later, 1Mon09band I listened to the Intercom ringing. I had to tell Jane and ring off; it was someone from the Falls Team arriving. He asked me to do a survey and questionnaire (these seem to be coming in thick and fast!)  Tsk! Off he trotted, telling me the paperwork will be posted to me?

I washed the jumper and socks, all done, rung and hung to dry over the sink.

Then it dawned like a light coming on: It’s Monday today, not Tuesday! (I’m quick sometimes, Fool! So no nurse is expected today; What a grade-one twit!

Then took the bags and cardboard out to the waste chute. A worker chap was in the lobby and kindly took them from me. I took a couple of photos of the progress on the works. The previously leaning light is back level on the wall, and the Dri-Riser access point has been revealed.

1Mon10

Back in the flats, popped out again with some no-longer-allowed sweet biscuits, and handed them to one of the worker-lads to hand around his mates. Back in and took another photo from the unwanted, unliked, light & view-blocking kitchen window. The first one was taken about three hours ago.

1Mon13

I set out on my walk down into Sherwood, along Chesnut Walk, down Winchester Street onto Mansfield Road and over to the banks ATM to get some funds.

WDP 10R03WD 128.0.128 03 En route, I took a photo of a broken fence, a fire-engine coming up Winchester Street and a Pavement Cyclist near the main road. I make this written list, for a good reason: I took them all before seeing the message telling me ‘The SD card in this camera is locked’, on the Canon view screen! As memory and logicality-challenged Schmucks go, I must surely be in line for some sort of medal by now? 

I withdrew some money and hobbled up to the bus stop to wait for the L9 bus to arrive. I asked a lady who was there before me, if the L9 bus had been yet, please? Oh, dear, the first stare back at me told me to keep my gob shut, which I did!

I heard a klaxon going, and got the camera out, I saw the ambulance coming toward the traffic light junction of Winchester Street – Mansfield Road.

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That could have been nasty!

1Mon15WD 128.0.128 03 A Taxi (Fancy that!) parked near the bus stops and dropped a lady off, who nipped in Abdhul’s food shop, and returned with a bag of what looked like cream cakes? Ah, Gawd, I’ll miss them now! (Jealousy! Caterwauling, Ululations and a temporary Invidious-Mode adopted, Hehehe!)

The blinding sunshine was totally heatless, or 1Mon16so it seemed, anyway. A regular Sherwood pavement cyclist I noticed over the road, had been joined, by a young make oink of a scooter-rider today.

The bus arrived a good fifteen minutes late, but I was glad it had. As the folks from the flats who nipped down on the bus alighted, I greeted each one with something like, ‘Good Morning!’, ‘Ay-up Bill, how you doing?’ and ‘A bit nippy this morning John?’ No replies from anyone.

I got on the bus and stuck into the crossword book. I was doing well as well, for me. Had to put it away in Daybrook, to concentrate more on not falling out of the side-saddle seat at every corner that Stirling Moss took, or when he jammed his anchors on! It became evident that the reason for the bus being late, as they had blocked off a road for Gas Work repairs! That would qualify the driver to be forgiven for his erratic driving.

Spur of the moment job, as the bus turned into Arnold Road, I decided to shop at Sainsbury’s for my fresh food supplies. And boy, did I get some! No expense spared either! I had the Dennis Dizzies as I shopped, but got through to the checkout with the most significant load, but everything I had bought was in date enough to last me the week! Nop excuse for not eating fresh food this week! (Part of the self-imposed ‘Inchcock Instigated Intake Itinerary’ Hehehe! Grated Red Leicester Cheese (For Josie’s potatoes, of course, not for me, oh, No!), Little Gem lettuce, Sugar Snap peas, Anchor butter, Surimi Royale imitation fish and sticks. Italian brown tomatoes Leticia (Gorgeous taste!) Cucumber, Podded Nicaraguan peas, £1.50 for 150g! They did have some of my favourite apples, English Cox’s in, but they were much too large for me. (I opted to try some I’ve not had before, ‘Cameo’ variety). Some radishes. What I found later were superb flavoured leeks. mushrooms, mushrooms, Chantenay carrots, and baby parsnips (These were excellent roasted!)

WD 128.0.128 03 At the checkout, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed, and I lost my balance and banged my left side ribs against the counter. Leaving me feeling all flustered! Tsk! Then, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley and Stuttering  Stephany joined me, and I made a right mess of things and delayed people behind me. I dropped the cash card, leeks and then the parsnips, and the kind till lady came round and packed the bag for me. There were no words spoken by those people behind me. They were not needed, the stares of derision and contempt were more than sufficient to make me feel awkward and a tad ashamed. I moved away to near the doors, and I had a lean against the wall for a while. To gather my composure. A few minutes later, I felt a lot easier and more balanced and carefully limped out and to the bus stop.

1Mon16aI guessed that the L9 would not be on time with all the roadworks the poor drivers have to put up with. I began to talk with a lady who arrived, and the stuttering was still with me.

Eventually, the bus arrived, and I got settled in the side-saddle seat. But it was a battle to stay in it. Haha! I had a dizzy spell en route, but it didn’t last long, the memories of my performance at the shop tills and the disgust I aroused in people did though.

Back at the flats, I made my way home, with the pain from the ribs increasing. Humph!

WDP 2aRWD 128.0.128 03 I’m not sure what happened for a while after getting into the apartment. But I found myself waking up in the recliner later, the food had been put away, food laid out on the plate on the tray, some parsnips, carrots and sweet potatoes were in the oven cooking, a saucepan with the mushrooms, leeks and garden peas was on the hob… A bloody-good job I woke-up when I did! Phew!

Then I realised why I woke up, the door chime was ringing out its tune, Dusty Springfield’s ♫ I only want to be with you ♫. For once, I was glad that Josie woke me up to return the plate etc. from her Sunday lunch.

1Mon21I later found these pictures I’d taken of the food I’d bought. But can I remember taking them? No!

Still, they show up the freshness of the products I got, on a Monday, as well!

I checked the food in the oven, carrots, parsnips and sweet potato chips, and was glad to see that I’d sprayed they with olive oil first.

Feeling slightly bemused, or discombobulated by events, I checked things all over for safety. There were no signs of any Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas that I could see.

1Mon22Then got the meal served up. This turned out to be a Flavour Rating of 9.25/10 dinner! Not perfect, the sweet potatoes somewhat burnt, but that suited me, they tasted wonderful! The beetroots were well-cooked and soft! The brown tomatoes, peas, mushrooms delightful! The pretend fish and leeks were also lip-smackingly good! And, I think the few anchovies, and the Marmite cheese, rounded things off nicely?

I consumed it slowly, my allotriophagy and pica were satiated! But, I fear I may have over-gormandised a tad? (Guilty-Mode-Engaged!)

The landline flashed, I don’t know how, but I got up and to it in time before it stopped. It was a phlebotomy nurse, telling me she would be with me tomorrow twixt 11:00 and 13:30hrs. A little late for me. (Good job I got out today for the fresh foods!)

I washed the pots and got down in the uncomfortable recliner… Zzzz!

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

2020 Feb 28

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Friday 28th February 2020

Turkish: 28 Şubat 2020 Cuma

00 Feb 28

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I soon nodded off again. (Nice!)