Inchcock Today – Mon 15 July 2019: Blimey, I almost felt amadelphous at times, today!

2019 July 15

2019 July 15

Monday 15th July 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 15. Srpnja 2010

04:20hrs. I stirred after only three hours sleep (sob), and like a wobbly automaton, I was out of the near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, second-hand, £300, sometimes working, discomforting recliner, and having a wee-wee of a WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) Mode, in the unused overnight EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). Without any trouble as well!

No dancing legs, shoulders, hands or fingers, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were all noticeable by their absence. No toe stubbings, or Accifauxpas either! Great start! I was even feeling a tad sort of sacerdotal; which confused me, as there is no reason for me of all people, to find himself in a flushed-peaceful moment? I poddled limping with the stick, to the kitchen and did the hand washing, only the usual socks and t-shirt done.

1Mon06Then I got the health checks done. The readings were once again, most satisfactory. Sys 147, Dia 73, Pulse 71 (Perhaps this near perfect 71 results I think, is indicative of the unprecedentedly calm mood I found myself in this morning?), and Temperature 34.1°c.

I had another WYSAO wee-wee and cleaned and sanitised the EGPWWB.

I noted how pale the hands had gone since getting out of the brutally uncomfortable recliner.

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1Mon07aI went to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. 

WD 128.0.128bu  I took of the night socks, and as I had expected, the leg ulcer was trying to come back again.

There was no pain though, just a feeling like there were worms inside the leg wriggling about?

I made another brew of tea and got on the computer doing the updating of the Sunday post. The dancing and jumping were rare this morning, other than the leg, which tried to do its Hokey Cokey dance a few times. So I got on reasonably well with the task. I got it finished and posted off. Three or more wee-wees needed while doing this, all still of the WYSAO style.

I got the ablutions tended to next. No cuts shaving, no toe stubbing, either! Smug-Mode was given the go ahead!

Got readied, took the black bags to the waste chute as I went out, of down to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

1Mon07cLimping along Chestnut Way, I saw that some of the grass lawn was coming through, beneath the trees near Winwood Court! The leaves and branches had probably stopped the recent evening rains from prompting some of the grass coming through.

I got to the Oberschützeress Wardens’s shed, no residents inside, but Obersturmführeress and Catwalk Model and Warden Professor Julie was working in the office. Julie asked how the power situation was, and I told her about the food thrown away from the freezer. She said claim on your insurance. A quick nibble-handout and an even speedier chinwag, and I was off to the bus stop. A Nottingham City Homes chap followed me out and asked about the power to the flat.

Over to the shelter, where six or so residents were waiting. We were joined by about another eight or so by the time the first bus arrived. They massed on, all in front of me, well, they move quickerer than I can, Haha!

1Mon07dBy the time I got on last, all the side-saddle seats were taken and the bus looking rather fullish. I had to walk to the back of the bus, up the steps with the trolley, that was fortunately almost empty (bird food), so I folded it and got it wedged in between the seating. Two stops along, about five passengers alighted, and at the next Sherwood stop, many more got off, leaving just one other bloke and me on board for the journey to Daybrook.

WD 128.0.128bu I fell asleep, and missed my planned stop, but got off at the next one. Then walked back and to the Arno Hill Park, and visited the ducks on the pond there.

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1Mon12I left and walked into Arnold and Front Street.

Called at Chambers’ provisions shop to investigate their smoked, cooked belly pork availability and quality of. It was very fatty and did not look appealing at all, so I made my way to the Asda Superstore further along.

I spent a while in the store. I bought a new Andy Cap. Then moved to the food section, where I came out with: A bag of fries with bacon flavouring, three cans of tuna in brine, milk, some BBR flavoured Rice, cheapo iced-lollies, pod peas (Terrible they were!), Bread thins (They didn’t have any milk roll bread on the shelves, Tsk!), jelly babies and erm… well, er, err… I’ll have to just come out with it: Guilty-Mode-Engaged! Fresh Cream French Horns! (Another disaster I’ll explain about later).

I went to the photo booth and copied-printed some pictures of Deana & Julie and some of the tenants to hand them later. Then up to the bus stop on High Street. Again, all the others tried to beat me to getting on the bus, but it pulled close to me, and I got on first! Oh, yes! It filled up en route, and in Sherwood, we picked up some of our residents. Welsh William, Roy and Sheila I noticed getting on.

Back at the flats, they all got off first, and someone helped me off the bus with the trolley, bless em, I didn’t know his name. I nipped into the shed and handed some nibbles and photographs to Julie.

1Mon13Making my way back along Chestnut Way to the Woodthorpe Court flats, I noticed some girls ahead of me. Chrissie, Penny and Sheila, I think.

I couldn’t catch them up, but Penny and Christine stopped to talk to Wimbledon ex-champion and Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden Deana, and I caught them up and passed them. Offering a quick “Good afternoon, girls!” as I passed them by. No response, though, cause they were chatting away. I plodded on and got in the foyer, and waited for them so I could open the door for them.

WD 128.0.128bu There was still only the one lift working. For four days now, Chrissie told me. So, we had Chrissie, Penny and another woman with me and three trolleys in the elevator cage. Chrissie organised where we stood in order of the floor needed for each person. Had a bit of a farce. Not enough room for folks wanting to go up, some had to wait, people trying to come down from above, couldn’t get on cause the lift was so full, etc. What a to-do! Hehehe!

I was suddenly so tired again.

1Mon14I got the fodder purchased away and prepared the nosh.

WD 128.0.128bu While it was cooking, I took the evening medications and had, what must have been a new record wee-wee wise. One of the semioccasional, and very rare MDTAO (Marathon-Dribbling-Trickling-All-Over) Wee-Wee’s.

WD 128.0.128bu Podding the peas I threw more away that had mould inside the pods that ever before. As for the naughty Fresh cream French Horns, they were soft and soggy, and far too over-sweetened, after one or two bites, I threw them both away! Mostest dissapointing! I thought of TFZer Janet and Patricia, who also have a fancy for these cakes. But not counting the cakes, a flavour rating of 9/10 for the other goodies on the plate. The chips (fries) were smashing tasting!

GC capAs I got read for head down time, well, to watch a Jonathon Creek DVD, I realised I  still had my new hat on. Hahaha!

I nodded off withim seconds I think.

When I sort of burst awake, the first thing I thought was; Hello, no wee-wee wanted? Then it dawned on me, it was still only 22:00hrs! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 14th July 2019: My mental state varied today, twixt fine, desperate, and sod-it!

2019 July 13

2019 July 14

Sunday 14th July 2019

Hawaiian: Ka lā 14 o Lulai 2019

02:25hrs. I wasn’t sure if I had woken up or not at first, it was very surreal, even grotesque in a way. I had been (I think) having different dreams for ages it seemed, about events that have occurred the places I’ve lived or worked at. I thought I might still be dreaming. Sad, I know! But, I had seemingly had over six-hours kip – which was indeed delightsome!

WD 0.30.0B However, as soon as I moved and knocked over a (luckily for once) empty bottle of Spring Water, and it fell into the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), the realisation that I was awake, dawned on me. Hehe! The bucket incident brought on the need for a wee-wee, of course.

Freeing my worryingly ever-expanding body from the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, just about endurable for the bad-back recliner, was a piece of cake! It was an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee), and the pain was real enough for me! I took the bucket to be cleaned and sanitised in the wet room.

WD 0.30.0B The WC is taking ever-longer to refill, and the sink is even more reluctant to let any water go down its plug-hole this morning! Tsk!

As a total change from normal, I got the computer and went on Facebooking first. Added some pictures, and enjoyed and mad some comments of the TFZer site. A lovely bunch of people, I adore them all, yet I have never met any of them ♥.

7Sun02The throat was suffering from xerostomia this morning. Yet I had no desire yet for my early morning cuppa. The curiousest happening of the day so far! But, I did guzzle plenty of the spring water. While in the kitchen, I did the health checks, took the medications, and took a photograph from the unwanted, multi-glassed, light & view blocking, thick-framed, new kitchen windows, with the unreachable panes to clean.  On the bright side, the HC check results were absolutely unbelievably good! Sys 138. Dia 61, Pulse 81 & Temp 34.6°c. Fantastic stuff!

7Sun07I do like the tree copse, but also at the end of Chestnut Way, the trees over the garages. Bootiful! My viewing was terminated, when a call was received from the innards to for a Porcelain Visit, post-haste! So I did!

WD 0.30.0B It turned out to be a failure. Notwithstanding my greatest painful efforts to move things along, after a long time failing, I gave up. However, all was not doom and gloom. For one of those incredibly unique wee-wees of the ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) mode was enjoyed. As my failure at the other evacuation area went on, and on, and… Well, you get the idea!

I continued, doing the CorelDrawing graphics. The fingers and hands were got playing up too much… yet!

7Sun07I suddenly got the urge for a comforting mug of tea! And recognising that is was 07:00hrs, and I had not started on updating yesterday’s Diary yet, put me in Self-Derogatory-Mode! 

I got the black bars sorted out and tied up ready to go to the chute later on. Then put new bags in the bins and repositioned them in the 7Sun10rubbish room, wet room and one left in the kitchen.

I took a shot of the misty morning outside, from the deadly step-ladder Accifauxpas kitchen windows.

It came out decentish, though.

Ah, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne. So, off to the wet room again. Once again, a terribly painful evacuation, that needed much effort to clear, and the massive release took me a good while.

7Sun01So while there, I did the ablutions.

Only a couple of tiny wee nicks while shaving. I fought and won, uninjured, against the sock glide, which is a rarity when putting on the short bamboo socks.

The legs seem to be holding less fluid now. Although they were well-bruised. I’m afraid the ankle ulcer is looking dodgy, so left the sock over it, so not to show it.  The nocturnally made scratches were still bright, but getting betterer!

At long last, I got on to doing the updating of the Saturday blog, (Must have been around 08:00hrs) or so by then. Much later, I got it finished, posted, and sent some photo’s to Pinterest and the TFZer Facebook page. Phew! That took me a long time!

I made a start on this post next. Brother-in-Law Pete, the one with Xyrophobia: Fear of shaving. (Mine is Euphobia: Fear of Good News.) ([Well, when do I get any? Hehe!]), he’s known as ‘Stubble’, called me on the landline. We had a chinwag which I enjoyed, a little memory prompting and the like, you know. It cheered me up!

7Sun11I got Josie’s cheesy-potatoes made up and got them in the oven. Did some more on this updating, then got the side-food on the plate and kept checking on Josie’s spuds in the oven. I want them to be browned to perfection this time.

Took a picture of Sherwood and Basford outside, through the bare, apart from the injury-causing, deadly-dangerous step ladders. The mist on the horizon is still there. But no people were seen in any photo I took outside. Sunday! 

I got a lovely email from Jenny. I think she is going to ask the young man who does her windows if he might do mine. Once a month, and he only charges £10.

7Sun35aI finished Josie’s dinner, got it on the server, and delivered it to her door. I used the wheeled-server in case the hands or any other part of my anatomy started subliminal, involuntary Hokey-Cokeying and or jumping. Safety First! The meal looked alright to me.

Josie answered the door, and her face lit-up. She was all poshly dressed, so I assumed that she was going out later. So glad I was early with the prandicle consignment.

WD 0.30.0B I returned to the flea-pit and started to get my meal prepared. A minor Whoopsiedangleplop came to light, as I searched for my tatty oval blue plate that I usually eat off – it could not be found anywhere? Where could I have left it? I really had an in-depth foray around, looking in the usual and then strange places I may have put it. All to no avail. Then as I decided to use the pinkish’maroon plate that Josie uses at the weekend – Hehehe! Wot a plonka! It dawned on me, I had given Josie her meal on that plate! I did feel a Klutz!

7Sun38I had the other half of the cheesy potatoes, garden peas and some streaky smoked bacon. Making some bacon sarnies with the last of the milk loaf as I ate it.

Same as for Josie, a Limoncello dessert, and made-up spring water and orange cordial followed. A flavour rating of 6/10 given for this rather sad effort.

GC blue f03WD 0.30.0B I was so tired, I got the washing up done and settled into the currently welcoming second-hand, c1968 recliner. But, the nibbling started almost straight away. Cheese curls, jelly babies, chocolate brazils, sherberts, etc. were consumed – but not just a few of them, lots! Guilty Mode Adopted! Whatever I have tried in the diet stakes was ruined in one gorging session!

Worse still, the sleep would not come! And unremittingly, the nibbling continued! I watched a Jonathan Creek DVD and enjoyed it. Then I put the TV on, but not really watching the crap on offer, and the mind began to stew away; fears, shames, mistakes, worries etc. floated into the brain, tormenting me. And this, along with slowed-down but still guiltily being eaten nibbling! I turned off the television and tried to get to sleep seriously, but the brain would kick-off again, with its at times, almost panicking, over nothing and everything? Even searching the grey cells to find anything shameful or unpleasant that it had not already harassed me with.

I think the few hours I spent in mental turmoil was the worst in a long time. I recall putting the TV back on, the rubbish on might help me concentrate on something else. It was well gone midnight before I eventually dropped off to kip. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 13th July 2019: Turned out to be a lonely, but betterer day.

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2019 July 13

Saturday 13th July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth Rhagfyr 6

01:15hrs. I stirred awake, and fought off the depressionalistic mood, lingering from yesterday’s calamity of the power-cut, and the ensuing problems it gave me. I pondered on what I could do about the weekend meal for Josie. After some consideration, I decided that I will not have the time to get down into Sherwood to get some potatoes and back again. I tried instant cheesy mash with added onions, well burnt in the oven after mixing, a couple of weeks ago, and Josie said she enjoyed it, as I recall. So I’ll try that again. This should give me time to get the blog updating done, and maybe some photo adding and TFZ Facebooking as well.

The wee-weeing needs arrived later than usual. They normally come within seconds of waking up.  I escaped the warming but uncomfortable grip of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rusty, rickety, grotty-beige coloured, sometimes working recliner, got my balance quickly enough and a few paces to the surprisingly well filled overnight EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), and had a releasing of a WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee).

WDb 128.0.0 During the emptying of the bladder, I got a sensation that I imagine is what myiasis must feel like; worms wriggling about from the innards? It stopped along with the termination of the process.5Sat01

I took the bucket to the kitchen and got it emptied and sanitised. I returned to the Junk-Room-Two, and as I was struggling with the sock-glide, I noticed how odd the right leg looked. It doesn’t come out well in the photo I took. But I seemed to have many extra spider veins on show above the knee. It reminded me 6Sat03of an old map. Haha!

Then I spotted signs of some nocturnal itching on the lower part of the leg. I cannot remember scratching at it at all. As indeed, I cannot recall any visits to the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket, that was so full this morning. 6Sat02Perhaps one or more of the blood papsules had burst. Then again, there were no signs of any bloodied paper towels about or in the bin, anywhere? Mmm!

I did the health checks, DIA 74, SYS 58, Pulse 91 and Temperature 34.2°c. Took the medications and made a brew of tea, and took it with me to the computer. Only to find that… once again.

Virgin (4a)

It came back on, but it was so slow. This happens so often nowadays with Virgin Media, and is so angrynoying! Humph!

6Sat01I spent such a long time sorting the flipping internet out and working in a fashion again, the mug of tea went cold on me!

I popped back to make another brew. While the kettle boiled, I had another wee-wee. This time of an ELDOP (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) mode. Another change in style. I don’t know what to expect each time I utilise the 5Sat02Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket! Tsk! A life-saver sometimes this bucket is!

I took a ‘blind’ picture out of the new kitchen windows. That is light & view-blocking, have glass that cannot be reached for cleaning. camera-hating wide ledges that make it necessary for step-ladders to be used and fallen off of, to take a photo below, or look to see if any emergency vehicles are outside, in the rare event that I can hear the fire alarm when it activates. Incidentally, I can’t hear the new intercom either, when someone calls to be allowed in. This might be fun on Tuesday when the INR nurse is due!

WDb 128.0.0 When I got back to the computer, Colin Cramps paid me a visit and stayed for a while distorting the muscles in the leg and foot, and testing my pain-resistance almost to the full. Being in such pain, reminded me about yesterday’s Porcelain Throne agony, and I fetched and took an extra Senna tablet with the tea.

Next time the wee-wee was back to the ELDOP (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) style. In the time it took to pass, the morning had gotten lighter, and my moustache grew a bit. Hahaha!

Damned weekend again, here we go with Virgin…

Virgin 128.0.0

Somehow or other, I avoided psychasthenia, putting up and coping with the jumping about fingers, and shoulder, and Mr Fries best efforts to knacker my plans, I got the updating finished and posted off. Phew!

6Sat03aI found myself chatting away with Koala Katie and Scruffy as I was carrying my next visit to the bucket. Another change in style again. This time it was a WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee).

It’s a good job there is no CCTV camera in the flat while I am talking to the pets. Hehe!

Got the ablutions done. There was a programme on Radio Four Extra. It was the last radio programme ever, to get more listeners, than anything on TV did on the same day! The science fiction programme was written by BBC producer Charles Chilton. From 1953, when it was broadcast on the old BBC Light Programme, which became BBC Radio Two. By gum, it took me back listening to that while I shaved and had a shower!

I could see the back yard at Brookfield Place where Dad and I lived at the time. His homemade cobbling bench out in the yard next to the railway viaduct, the tin bath up on the wall next to the yard-brush, the pigeons and sparrows swooping down for the food Mrs Wright gave then each day, the sparrows being too quick for the pigeons. The outside toilets and coal houses. Poor Mr Holmes, Chrissie and Rover. Ah, we had nowt, but it was a good life! (Well, not really, but it sounds it). Hehe!

I called at Josie’s, to find out what time she fancied having her meal. But no answer.

I sent some pictures to the Pinterest site, then got on with this blog. After a while, I nipped to see Josie again, no reply.

Back to the blogging for an hour or so, then called on Josie once more. She heard the chimes and answered. We had a doorstep, rumourmongering, tittle-tattle, conversation. She let me gripe on about yesterday’s mayhem. She’s been out all day, and knew nothing of it, but was sympathetic, bless her. She does not want any fodder today, she is going out with her Sisters, but tomorrow at 12:00hrs will suit her fine. So it will be! Farewells and back to the computer to update to here. Then, onto TFZer and Facebook photo galleries updating.

Oh, sod it!

Virgin (4a)

6Sat29The nosh was prepared. I purposely used the old large plastic dish, as the hands and fingers, well, the shoulders and leg as well, were making frequent performances of dancing, jiggling, stamping (the leg) and shaking. So I thought I might cope better with the big bowl, in the event of there continued unruliness! I find it harder than ever to manage when I am feeling so exhausted. The flavour was not so good with the bacon, but the chilli-con-carni was delightful. The overall rating was 5/10.

I put on a Jonathan Creek DVD. After several dropping offs and wakenings, then I gave up. And it was early even for me. But the lack of sleep over the previous disastrous few days, I thought I might be too overtired to sleep – but no. I was off in the land of nod, dreaming a lot, but sleeping for over six hours! Great!

Inchcock Today – Wed 10/7/19: I feared what the day may bring. A touch of lyssophobia, mayhap? Hehe!

2019 July 11

2019 July 10

Wednesday 10th July 2019

Catalan: Dimecres 10 de Juliol de 2019

WD 128.0.128N  02:10hrs. I had a great six hour and a bit, kip! But got no joy out of it though, for my EQ told me that the terrible happenings of the last two days, could well be made to look like picnics by today’s events! No logic or sense to the thoughts, just a knowledge that things will not go as planned. Whether is to be the late arrival of the DCUK people (After assuring me I would be visited early, 08:00hrs, the first one of the day, I was told), or some other disaster that’s lurking in wait to descend upon me! I pray my EQ is wrong, but my faith is not precisely fidimplicitary in style, but following Monday and Tuesday’s horrendous happenings, I am not confident of any success at all – indeed I expect more tribulations, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and near-disasters to come today. We’ll see!

I glumly removed my odiously overweight and painful body from the cheap £300, second-hand, c1968, rusty, rickety, recliner and started the active day with an even longer than it took me yesterday first releasing. An MESNSWW (Marathon-Endless-Sprinkling-No-Sensation-Wee-Wee Again the usual problem of guessing when or if, it had stopped, thanks to the view-blocking midriff, was there for me. I suppose this might make me go for it with the Weight Loss Program (or not). I could not help feeling like I did, all sour and chagrined, and not sure why? A kind of timidity, neurasthenia, anxiety, apprehensiveness, trepidation and expectancy of failure (I’ll have to make up an acronym for this, perhaps, maybe, if I can instill some drive and energy into life) binding its time, ready for some armageddon-driven calamity to eagerly strike at Inchcock with casualty making (Mental or physical) intentions! I’ve had two bad days, they seem to have knocked the wind out of my get-up-and-go apparatus. My pzazz has turned to passivity, pity! Puh!

I cleaned and sanitised the grey bucket, then to the kitchen to do the hand washing and take the medications, before doing the health checks and making a brew of tea. All the time is this feeling of gloom hanging with me, most discombobulating! 

To add to my depression…

Virgin (2)

I set about swearing and mock-spitting, and struggled to update and finally finish the Tuesday dairy, and got it sent off. During these hours, it took me to complete the task, I had only six wee-wees, they were all of the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-Wee) style. Which was good, cause I can tell when things have stopped and needed shaking, with this mode of wee-wee! Haha! At least the fingers, hands, arm and shoulder we all behaving remarkably well. I can’t say the same for the leg, that was imitating the Hokey-Cokey and the Locomotion occasionally, but even then, only for a minute or two at longest. Perhaps the EQ was wrong about the imminent disasters to come! (Mmm! – confusion reigned)

As I moved on to doing the WP reader, I heard noises nearby, knocking and banging, perhaps some drilling as well. I assumed that the DCUK chaps were doing Josie’s bathroom and old airing cupboard first. Which is just what Josie and Josie and I didn’t want. Josie has lost her usual stay in bed late kip, and I will miss getting out on the 09:30hrs bus to the clinic for the Podiatrist appointment making. Life is not a bed of roses! Hehehe!

3Wed01bThen I tackled the ablutionalisationing session. The pins (legs) were looking good. On the pale-side again, but this seems reasonable nowadays, for Inchcock. The old leg ulcer still looked like it might be threatening to come back, but less so than yesterday?

Harolds Haemorrhoids were painful. I’ll find out more when the Porcelain Throne arrive, which surely must be soon? I took a Senna with the morning medications earlier?

WD 128.0.128N The water was not going down the sink plughole, well, it was, but so slowly! So, I have to keep covering the hole with the plug or a cloth to try and get it moving so I could use some drain-unblocker on it. Costing me a small fortune this is! Not that it was terribly successful, though. But I think it got a tad freer flowing away. Huh!

3Wed001bWD 128.0.128N I caught the tiny burn on the knuckle on the sink plug hole, and it turned into a baby blister in seconds? Shaving, and the right hand became active again. The shaving cream I was applying, got generously spread around the head, chest,  knee caps, sink, and floor! Hehe! I’m not sure why I cleaned the place up at this point, cause it is sure as heck is gonna need cleaning again soon.

3Wed01aWD 128.0.128N I then quickly managed to cut the flesh on the cheek, under the right eye, only a tiny lesion, as the right hand did one of its neuralgia induced little dances. I think it was trying for the Bolero this time. Hahaha!

I made a start on creating this blog and did the page top and Thoughts graphics. No Porcelain Throne summoning yet, but three more wee-wees of the RPDDWW (Reluctant, Painful-Drip-Drip-Wee-Wee) mode. These are more 3Wed01ctroublesome than might appear.

I made a brew of the Glengettie tea and took a photographicalisation from the hated, light & view blocking, impossible to get to, to clean new kitchen windows. The beauty of the view did not go missed by me.

WD 128.0.128N The door chimes rang out their mock-instrumental version of Dusty Springfields ♫I only want to be with you ♫. It was one of the DCUK men, telling me they had just done Josie’s and were coming to me. I could not resist asking him why? I a got a ‘How dare you’ look of daggers in return. I explained about my being told I would be the first of the day, and Josie wanting a late call. It didn’t endear me to the lad. Minutes later they returned, and after ten minutes or so of letting the door bang to each time they fetched something, one bloke came to me to say they had to go down and bring something to enable them to carry on with the job from down in the van. “That’s alright,” I said, “I’ve missed the bus anyway, so I’m stuck indoors all day, mate”. One minute later, the door slammed twice, as obviously, they left individually. They came back after, and the knocking, banging, drilling, etc. commenced. They didn’t mess about, and the job was soon reported as being done. I had to sign an electronic pad. The young chap said they have to clean-up yet. A minute later, I thanked him, and off they poddled. Then the job of my cleaning up began. I started with the kitchen. Not too bad at all! Thanks, lads.

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The vent workings looked alright to me. The picture on the right is in the wet room the left one, is the old, no longer working airing cupboard.

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The wet room next. Had to mop up of course, as is to be expected. But finding some sort of filler mix in the sink plug hole concerned me. If this is being left in all the sinks, no wonder the water is not draining away, and the repeated doses of sink unblocker liquid is making no difference? I had carried the chair and shoe-glide back in, but that was no problem, cause I’d only have to carry them out again with doing the mopping, then back in again. No problem for me, here.

Incidentally, I had a bit of luck in the kitchen. I managed to find five of the escaped garden peas from when I was shelling them at the weekend. Haha!

I got wit some more wee-weeing and updating this blog. Went to make another mug of tea, determined it would not go cold before I’d drank it this time. Then let it go cold while I spent some time on the balcony, taking shots down in the car park areas.

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3Wed01pThere were not many free spaces, and not much for the emergency services to get down to Woodthorpe Court. Winchester Court, which has no such problem, and had the bus stop outside their foyer door. But I’m not jealous! Hehe!

The saddest picture I took is the most beautiful to me. The beloved Tree Copse. The unfortunate bit is that I can never again take a hobble through it again. I could cry!

3Wed01QWD 128.0.128N Got the oven warming up for the chips, and I heard something coming through the door. It was some unwanted bumf and a letter from the Cancer Screening Programme. Oh. dear! I forgot all about asking someone to call them for me when I lost the envelope. I must ask Deana if she’s in, or Julie tomorrow to call them for me. I do feel a fool, again!

I went on the Facebooking, to catch up at last. By gum, that took a few hours!

3Wed26Going to get the nosh going now.

I sliced the last of the Pork Farms pie, opened a tin of beans, sliced some tomatoes and had some of the McCain’s oven chips, which were of a particular disappointment. A good flavour, though. But I had to pick out many chips with fusarium spots in them. Nothing like the McCain’s usual quality, but not disastrous. Being frozen, I could not cut out the infected parts. So lots of chips had to be dished in the bin. Even after this, some bad ones I missed, ended up on the plate.

I ate it all and enjoyed it all the same. A flavour Rating was given, of 6/10. The evening meds were taken.  I was soon settled on the c1968, rickety-recliner, and off to sleep like a shot!

WDA 128.0.128N A noise (I think) woke me suddenly, and I had to check things out. I was in a little too much of a hurry getting out of the recliner; I lost my balance and over I went. I caught my back on the other chair on the way down to the carpet. At least I was surrounded by sturdy furniture, and getting back up was relatively easy. I checked around the flat, for fear that something had exploded, fallen over or collapsed. I found nothing. On my way to the chair, Back-Pain-Brenda kicked off, and she was more painful than I would have liked. So much so, that getting back to sleep was a no-no, I’m afraid. Well, I did eventually nod-off very late on, but the twinges kept waking me up, and the tossing and turning started Brenda off. My battle for sleep was lost really.

Heavy sigh from Inchcockski!

Inchcock Today – Tues 9 July 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, Psychasthenia and Neuroticism reigned today! Humph!

2019 jULY 9

2019 July 9 (2)

Tuesday 9th July 2019

Italian: Martedì 9 Luglio 2019

2Tue01WD black 00:35hrs. I woke up and noticed how red the left arm was puzzled. Cause I was not sleeping with it squashed or trapped. And it appeared red all over? Ah-well!

The escaping from the £300 second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, c1968, rusty, rickety recliner was so comfortable it was unbelievable. I stepped to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) and had myself a wee-wee of the RPDDWW (Reluctant-Painful-Dri-Drip-Wee-Wee) style. I thought as I patiently waited for the action to begin, the wee-wees were getting far less yesterday, and the bucket had hardly been used overnight – perhaps I should cut out the Furesomide tablets with the fluid retention being far less now?

Blog01aWD black WDA black At which time the Peripheral Neuralgia affected right leg suddenly launched into one of its lively versions of the Lambeth Waltz, with some one-legged Line Dancing thrown in! I reckon the Stomp was in there somewhere as well! Naturally, I dropped the bucket, tried to catch it while the sprinkling from Little Inchy continued, and poured the stale contents of the bucket over my legs and the carpet!

What a mess I was in! The first time in days that I haven’t taken the stick with me mind you, I’m not sure it would have helped in this case. I didn’t have enough working limbs to have saved the day! Haha! The cleaning up and sanitising cost me an hour of the day! Not to mention that when I used the Carpet cleaner, I suddenly realised I could not use the hoover cause of the time of day and annoying my sleeping neighbours! So, I had to get down with a bowl of water to remove the suds.

Blog01aWD black Gawd knows how I got back upright again. Luckily the recliner was strong enough for me to use as a lever. I’d woken up feeling fine – now Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Back-Pain-Brenda ad Hernia Harry were all giving me hassle and pain at the same time! Thank heavens for the Zoflora lemon and the Citrus air-freshener. I was a physical and mental disaster! Hard for people to understand the detrimental effects of Axonotmesis, I know… hell, it’s hard enough for me to grasp, and I’ve got it! Tsk! Hehehe!

I’d been hoping for a better day after Monday’s mental torment and disasters. I should have known better!

I pray my cleaning and de-smellingisational efforts work, especially with the nurse coming today. I began to feel a little sorry for myself, and adopted a lonely and depressing, self-annoying ‘Sullen-Self-Pitying-Mood!

Blog01aWD black As luck would have it when I was cleaning the cleaning equipment in the kitchen, I stubbed my toe against the sink door – I think it took my mind off of the urinal-contretemps, and also seemed to calm down the Peripheral Neuralgia sponsored leg from dancing! Which was good!

Blog01aWDA black But, the hands and fingers kicked-off, and I no longer own a small pretty square-shaped blue & white mug! Not only that but the damned thing hit my foot in it’s way down to the kitchen floor to be smashed to smithereens! My ‘Sullen-Self-Pitying-Mood! of a few moments ago, changed to sort of ‘Sod-it-What-Did-You-Expect-You-Idiot!’ mood!

A proffered a short inner-cry, I avoided any outward wailing this time. (Hehe!) I got the health checks and medications taken. It felt like I had been up for four or five hours already. Then I realised that I had!

The wee-wee’s were more frequent today. Up to now, most have been of the RPDDWW (Reluctant-Painful-Dri-Drip-Wee-Wee) mode.

Blog01aWD black I had a Panic-Flustered-Moment, and went to check everything I could; taps (faucets) left on, electrics/lights left on, where the card and key were, checked that the new hearing aids were not missing. Then looked for the missing old hearing aids again. Huh!

Blog01aWD black2Tue03a During the checks, I found that a letter had been posted through the door, hand-delivered not by mail. (This must have been last afternoon when I heard the door chimes ringing?) It was from the Nottinghamshire Fire & Rescue Service. The letter started; Fire Safe & Well Visit and Smoke Alarm Fitting. Following a recent visit locally, we need to visit you to carry out a free safe & well visit and the fitting a smoke alarm in your property. (I thought I had one, it gets checked by the NCH (Nottingham City Homes regularlyish)- Offering safety advice with you and the importance of a night time routine and escape plan. Also a Fire Tip leaflet.

Blog01aWD black As I started this blog going, the fingers, hands, shoulder, and arm all had another Hokey-Cokey moment. After several minutes of annoyance and frustration, I gave up and decided to do the ablutions.

I went to the wet room and checked the water was going down the plug-hole, which it wasn’t. So I put some drain unblocker in the plug-hole and wiped the area. Giving the stated ten-minutes to soak, I went to the kitchen and got the hand-washing done.

Blog01aWD black WDA black On my return to the wet room, I found that I had left the tap running, and the place was well flooded by the cloth blocking the plug-hole! I really wanted to cry – Worra Day! On the bright side, it cleared out the previously unreachable back of the sink area, and lots of bit of flotsam had been moved by the water 2Tue05on its way to the shower drain! Hehe! On the downside, the bath matt had been soaked through! Ah, well! Had a cleanup and then started the ablutionalisationing.

No cuts while shaving, for the third time in a row. Limited Smug Mode Adopted! I won the battle with the leg-glide without injury. The legs were pale, and a few new papsules, blood veins, and spots had appeared.

Sadly, the hands began to play up (Not the arm, leg, or shoulder) jumping. But they settled down shortly before I had the shave. Only the finger-jumping persisted, and I coped with this in a fashion. No cuts! Well, alright one, but only a tiny one!

Made a brew, and it was nearly time for the nurse to arrive. I started on some graphics on CorelDraw.

The pretty, beautiful… nae, desirable precious INR nurse arrived, took my blood, and managed a little chinwag and laugh. She doesn’t like the balcony, but only because of her fear of heights.

2Tue06Got dressed, and a final wee-wee, then readied things to get some bread – Asda I think 11:30hrs bus. A final wee-wee and I set out to the bus stop. I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. Only Sturmbannführeress Warden and part-time Tatler magazine model Julie was in. A nibble was given, and a cheerio, then I was off to the bus stop.

Blog01aWDA black I listened to the chin1Mon08awagging and moaning going on. Paul had a support-strap on his arm. He is the chap who I mentioned the other week when I saw him on his new mobility Scooter for the first time. This old photo shows how we old uns have to go in the roadway, because of parked vehicles blocking the footpaths. Well, poor old Roger had the same thing on Winchester Street, and he had to go on the road, and his mobility scooter tipped over! Hence the poor lad’s injuries and hospitalisation! I didn’t think to ask if he was suing anyone.

Then caught an L9 to Arnold. The bus was well-filled, until Sherwood, where everyone got off, leaving me as the sole passenger for a while. But the bus filled up again en route.

2Tue07I got off outside Asda and moved faster than I have in ages, in an effort to get the bits and to the bus stop in time to catch the next L9 back home. I’m not having a home delivery this week. So I got some of the Asda orange ice lollies, two packs of six, some Asda fries, and two loves of milk roll bread. I had to hobble to the far end of the shop to get to the self-serve checkouts. As I neared the entry, an ignorant young git walked in front of me to get there first. I almost lost control of the three-wheeler in my effort not to hit him. I wished I had driven into him afterwards.

Blog01aWD black But there were two free tills, and he went in one and I in t’other, giving him a look of distaste and a gentle tap with the front wheel of the trolley-guide. He had lots of bottles of spirits and wine, and I couldn’t resist saying to him as I nodded towards his shopping, “That explains your ignorance then!” In return, I got a look of confusion and hatred. Thankfully the young man chose his confusion as his primary response! Phew! And was soon done and departed. Hehe!

2Tue08I paid for the stuff, £5.05, and made my way to the car park bus stop on High Street. The Asda filling station, an automatic one, actually had three cars in it at the same time! Fair enough one was putting air in his tyres. I’ve never seen the place so busy since it was first built! Hehe! The Asda on Hyson Green green, and pay booths, and always seems busy. But of course, the two robberies, two car-jackings, the stabbing, the shooting and three muggings that have taken place there, help enliven the surroundings!

I arrived back at the flats, and gingerly made my way back along the footpath, which is far safer than using the road, but far dirtier (leaves, twigs, bird-poo, dog-poo, general dropped rubbish, cars blocking the footpath and an uneven surface). This meaning the wheels on the trolley take the crap into the flat! So I usually use the road, but there were too many cars belting up and down the road this afternoon.

I fumbled a bit, but the fingers and hand were being all calm. Thus I managed to take an ostensibly reasonable shot of each of the Courts on the way home, along Chestnut Way.

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2Tue12cBlog01I have to say, the Willmott Dixon workers and planners are absolute geniuses! They had planted some plastic piping on the verge side on the footpath. And here’s me, who didn’t even know they came from plants! Hehehe! Remember the April Fools gag on the TV about growing Spaghetti? A seriously made joke from the BBC. Brilliant!

2Tue12dLink: BBC 1959 TV Gag

The supply cabins were added to the works at the flats by Willmott Dixon, on Chestnut Way, it must have been eighteen months back now. (And five more months to go at least) The wildflowers had found a way to grow and blossom under the edges of the metal containers. Bootiful!

Blog01aWD black A wee-wee of a gruellingly long length was the first thing I did after getting into the flat. A new designation had to granted for this type of liquid evacuation. An MESWW (Marathon-Endless-Sprinkling-Wee-Wee). Knowing when it had ended was not easy, due to there being no physical acknowledgement of the progress! And, my oleaginous tummy being located in the line of view, of any visual checking of the situation! Hehehe! I’m not sure how long it took, but it must be an Inchcock record, considering the tiny amount of liquid I evacuated in the end.

2Tue12eI put the bits away and got some of the fries in the oven, a sliced up third of the Pork Farms pie, pickled gherkins, garden peas, a Marmite cheese knob, sliced tomatoes, and four of the Quorn Hot Dog sausages done for dinner. Some spring water with added orange cordial, a lemon mousse, a mini-lemon cake slice. With some Twiglets nibbled later. Guilty Mode Engaged!

I devoured it all! A flavour rating if 7/10 was granted. The Asda Fries were pretty bland and let down the meal. I stripped off and washed, and got settled down in the near-dilapidated, rickety, rusty, noisy, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, second-hand, £300, sometimes working, uncomfortable recliner, to watch an episode of Rumpole of the Bailey. But it was spoilt by irritating noises I could just about hear, but not identify. Several times I got worried that something had fallen over, collapsed or some other catastrophe had taken place. I had no choice but to keep getting up to have a check around, I could hear more odd different noises as I went around the flat, but not identify them. Most disquietening!

I gave up on the TV and got my head down. I fell asleep. When I woke, around 1900hrs, the noises seemed louder and more frequent. Getting back to sleep took me ages. The mystery noises will never be solved, I’m sure. With them still on at this time of night, I imagine they would not be from any workers? They were far less often now, but still, I had once more to get up and check around.

There are some flats available by the way. If any sadistic, peace-hating, noise-loving, none car owners of Nottinghamian’s are interested? Hehe!

 

Inchcock Today – Mon 8 July 2019: A Distressing, disturbing, dejectional, despondent, depressing, disastrous, detrimental, devastatingly, denigratory, Whoopsiedangleplop saturated day! Humph!

 

2019 July 08

Monday 8th July 2019

Samoan: Aso Gafua 8th Iulai 2019

21:30hrs (Sunday). After falling asleep early, Even with my baryecoia, I was woken by something, a noise, or whatever, and sprang back into ersatz-life! As I lay there on the £300 second-hand, c1968, grotty-beige coloured, uncomfortable in the extreme, rusty, rickety recliner, I pondered. I have to get ready for Jenny’s visit in the morning. She has offered to help me this coming morning. To sort out the airing cupboard for the electricians to come and make another mess, servicing the air intake system to the wet room. Bless her, she is so kind to us all. So I decided, as I was well behind on the blogging, to get up and sort the computerisationing requirements ASAP.

6Sat18bWDA 153.51.102 I rose gingerly and took the two paces to the hardly used EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). The shock of SHLNSWW (Sharp-Hosepipe-Like-No-Sensation-Wee-wee) caught me off-guard, and I had to do some cleaning and sanitisationing, splashbacks, after the unexpectedly fierce, yet sensitiveless, wee-wee was done. Oy Gevalt!

1Mon01aI got the medications taken and did the health checks. The readings all looked good this morning, I think. SYS 146, DIA 59, Pulse 91, and the Temperature was 35.1°f.

As you might have guessed by the state of the picture on the right-hand side, the hands and fingers were doing some  Peripheral Neuralgia inspired dancing and shaking. They were at it on and off all day, yet never for very long, thankfully.

1Mon02I took a snap of the sky, from the fearsome light and View-blocking, with glass one, can’t reach to clean, and the step-ladder is needed to see anything down below over the wide ledge, kitchen window. A beautiful evening!

Made a brew, and took it into the utility room with me, and with great assiduity, I began to create some graphics for the blog page top.

No calls to the Porcelain Throne yet, this was out of the usual for me.

Having got the graphics nearly done. I set about making the template for the diary.

With a dogged conscientiousness, I began to update the Sunday post.

WD 153.51.0b Then, I got that feeling of, what can I call it? Thinking I had not done or done something wrong, left taps (faucets) running, windows open, cooker on, etc. Best described perhaps as, one of my nervous-panic-sessions. I just had to go and check things. The wet room and kitchen both looked okay. But a lingering feeling inspired by the EQ perhaps, would not go away, I felt uncomfortable of mind. What a wanwit, I am!

6Sat18bWDA 153.51.102 I made a mug of tea. I’d put the milk in and was stirring it, and the right hand and fingers kicked-off with the jumping and I splashed hot tea on my bare, bulging stomach. That made me jump a bit! The humming and whistling-like noises started again. There was no way of locating where they were coming from, but still, they seemed to surround me? I just hope it is not the fabric of the building creaking! Many other tenants have said they can also hear this noise. I’m worried about myself now! Haha! Moments later, the wind like sound started, almost like a generator in the background? Might be the crumbling concrete of the building? Well, at least if the place does fall down, reading this record might help them to understand why? Or not, of course.

WD 153.51.0b I finished off the diary updating, and, with great assiduity, I finished creating the graphics for the blog page top.

Still,1Mon06 no summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived yet? Oh, dear!

I’ll ask Jenny if she would like the DVD I bought a while ago. Some oldie actors in it, but I was not impressed with the storyline, acting or the script. I bet she will know someone who might like it. With Michael Caine, Jim Broadbent, Tom Courtenay, Michael Gambon, Charlie Cox, and Ray Winstone being in the cast, I expected something better and less crude. 1Mon03It seemed to me that they were not enjoying making the film at all. Certainly not a classy or original movie at all.

I made another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold (again). As I made a start on this post. The burning of the back of the hand yesterday, has left some almost bluish-purple scars for me to view. Hehehe! 

With my not going out yesterday, I noticed that I had also not done my ablutions correctly, and was undoubtedly over-chaetophorous. So I must take extra care later when shaving! Odds are, a nick or cut will cause some bleeding. And with the INR still being high, care is due!

I went for a wee-wee in the wet room, now back to the UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee) variety. I noticed how obrumpent my stomach was, and I was surprised at how it had bloated overnight. I dare 1Mon07not go on the scales!

Got the ablutions done early, to give me time to get the place tidied a bit before Jenny and the INR Nurse arrive.

No shower, of course, too early. I took extreme care in shaving, it took a long time, but was a bloodless exercise! Hehe! 

A hell of a job afterwards, the sink took over ten minutes for the water to flow away. I used the last of the drain unblocker. Tsk! This is getting expensive!

As I was pulling the sock-glider fitted bamboo socks on, I noticed that the leg ulcer on the ankle can’t seem to make its 1Mon07amind up, whether to come back or not? Tsk! It keeps looking like it will return, and the next day, it doesn’t?

The pins were still looking more warped than they have of late. The right leg is definitely a lot thinner than the left one is.

But the left limb is the one that has acquired a new super-bruise. Tsk!

WD 153.51.0b Arthur Itis is visiting them both, well, the knees!

I set to sorting the black bags to take down to the caretaker’s door. It’s still too early to use the waste chute, yet. I carried them down, dropped them at the door, and returned back up to the flat.

 I thought I would remove some bits from the old defunct, out-of-commission airing cupboard. Those that would not require any reaching, stretching, or bending to get at, I feel a bit guilty, with Jenny having to come and help me. Humph!

6Sat18bWDA 153.51.102 Oh heck! I pulled gently at some kitchen towels, and a ton of things came tumbling out and down onto me and the floor! I felt a right nincompoop! I dare not leave the stuff on the floor, for fear of the leg doing any of its shaking and stamping. I used the picker-upper stick and moved most of the things. All I could do was stick it in the rubbish room (Steptoe’s front room) Haha!

1Mon07dThen I had so much more stuff, I filled another two black bags. I got the camera with me and nipped down to the caretakers’ room again.

I noticed the end bit of newly laid lawn, had some patches seemingly coming on well, and others dying a death! So, I took this photograph of the sad scene, outside the apartments foyer door, near the extra car parking. Humph!

1Mon07cAs I re-entered the foyer, I spotted some clothes, well jeans and a jumper had been thrown in the waste bin. I wondered what if any, was the story behind this?

Back up in the elevator, and made a brew of Glengettie tasty tea. The shaking in the leg was terrible for a few minutes, and the involuntary Okey-Cokey performance was not welcomed! But, it only lasted for a short while this time. The hands were shaking as I used the walking stick.

Then I had to go for a wee-wee. Naturally with Jenny, bless her, coming to see me, I do not want the grey bucket in view. And, of course, there is my catagelophobia. Yet another mode of wee-wee, this time. An LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-Wee). Variety is the spice of life they say. I don’t know who said it, but someone did, I’m sure.

1Mon08As I began today’s blogging, the door chimes ran out Dusty Springfield’s tune, “I only want to be with you”. Jenny had called to sort out the cupboard for me. We had a lovely chinwag while she did it. Very organised, Jenny had brought some carrier bags with her. She told me off for moving the stuff that had fallen out of the airing cupboard when I grabbed the kitchen towels. (Told off in the most helpful, most beautiful possible way, I almost enjoyed it!) I explained that I dare not leave them on the floor, in case the leg started stomping and stamping, then I’d have myself over again. Jenny soon had the job done for me. I waffled on a bit about things, and she was very patient with me. I wanted to give her a thank-you kiss but was not brave enough, so I just thanked her copiously and profusely. BPAFM (Beyond-Pathetic-and-Feeble-Minded-Mode engaged)

Timing-wise, I’d missed the chance of catching the 09:30hrs bus to town, so I did some catching up on this blog, and went to find the 10:30hrs L9 bus to City Hospital. Then the 40 bus to town for a photographicalisationing session. Then the L9 back to the flats. That’s the plan, anyway!

I got ready, no rain forecast so left the umbrella, got the three-wheeler-guide, bus pass and card, and set out to the bus stop at the other end of Chestnut Drive. That is outside Winwood and Winchester Courts, this leaving we Woodthorponean tenants with the pleasure of a little extra exercise each bus trip. How kind of them! Hehehe!

There were many tenants at and around the bus stop, in spirits ranging from delirious, sullen, miserable, friendly, and NIWID mode ‘No-Idea-What-I’m-Doing.

WD 153.51.0b Moments later, the INR Nurse and Angel appeared, and my heart sank, and I tried to make myself look as small as possible! I was so embarrassed at forgetting about her calling, and was red-faced and nervous when she spoke to me! She was amazingly calm, after going to the flat to find me not in, and said she would call in the morning AGAIN! Her cunningly vocalisation of the word ‘Again’ was of a fashion that drove home, I can tell you; it will remain with me forever! USMA (Shame Mode Adopted!) I inwardly vowed to try and not make cock-ups anymore again! (But as you will read later, this prayed come desire did not mature. Oy-Vey!)

WD 153.51.0b I had a few slightly nervous mini-chinwags while waiting for the L9. On the bus to town, I was unsettled, feeling awkward, ashamed and disconcerted at my forgetfull failings. I stewed over them in my mind for a while and decided there was no hope of any improvements in this area. There is none physically either, and I was soon in the depths of depression. Arriving in town, without any memory of the actual bus journey.

1Mon09WD 153.51.0b Getting off of the bus, amidst a crowd of other folks, and it dawned on me. I should have caught the other bus, and I had missed the City Hospital appointment now! I had a hellish job fighting off the wickedly demoralising dysphoria, and self-hatred had crept in the scenario. I fought to get some equanimity back; but had to settle and accept, that a ‘crestfallenness’ was with me to stay. I tried to ignore my failings. I wrote a note to remind myself to call the Stroke Unit number as soon as I get home, to apologise and cringe to them. They said in the letter, if I fail to turn up, they will refer me back to my GP. The last thing I wante1Mon09ad. Dr Vindla does not understand the mental problems involved. But, I only have myself to blame. It’s always the same (life), just when something cheery that goes right (Jenny helping and seeing her again), unbelievably joyous, or a minimal success or victory happens, is when things go tits-up. Usually of my own making. Aka today!

I had a walk around the city centre, but my spirits were not good. On Parliament Street, I 1Mon10took a couple of pictures. Taking the second one, as I turned, I noticed some new, to me anyway, Graffiti and Street Art.

WD 153.51.0b There are CCTV cameras all over the place in Nottingham City Centre. I just hoped that they would identify the scumballs responsible for this appalling anti-socialness!

1Mon11 The street art near the shelters didn’t help me to cheer up either!

Being in the mood I was, low! (my own fault, I know) I started to dream of the punishment I would meter out, if I were in power, of some sort of autocracy, where liberality, mercy, and tolerance were frowned upon! My options for the ignorant graffitier’s and pavement cyclists are best not mentioned. A few of my chosen in mind punishments were anatomically impossible anyway! Hehe!

I pulled myself round as best, to take an interest in what I was doing as I could, and had a walk around the city, taking photographs en route to the Poundland store on Lister Gate. Note that on two of the photographicalisation, I caught a Nottinghamian smiling! Also the giant blow-up man?

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I got the Poundland Store, where my spirits were temporarily lifted when I found they had some Prok Farms Pies in stock. Bootiful! Being in the self-reproachment mood I was, is my excuse for buying so much stuff today. I came out with; Two Pork Farm pies, another drain unblocker, four nibbles, Lemon slice cakes, Twiglets, orange smarties, mini Kit-Kats, penguin nibbles, jelly babies, and stilton cheddars. Paid at the self-serve tills. £14 worth! Only some were for myself mind, the Pies, Twiflets, jelly-babes, orange Kit-Kats and the lemon cakes. Ahem!

1Mon15A slow walk back to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street, afterwards. Being in the mood I was, I ignored many photo opportunities of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists. Boy was I on a downer!

I took a zoomed-in photo on my way up Queen Street, of the recently opened, ‘The CutFather Turkish Barbers’ on Upper Parliament Street. As last week, there were no customers 1Mon16in the shop. I must have a look at the prices next visit to the town. There has to be a reason for his lack of trade – apart from the fact that I walked by six barber shops on my little hobble today from the bus stop into the Slab Square area!

I took a snap along the street, that shows a collection of buses. I think it might appeal to my beloved American TFZers. (I hope)

WD 153.51.0b Got on the bus. I tried to have a talk with a regular traveller gal, but we were both hard of hearing and the look of the incredulity of her expression, made me give up trying to natter with her.

WD 153.51.0b Back at the flats in no time, it seemed. I had been stewing in deep unhealthy thoughts en route, I think.

When I had got off the bus and exchanged ‘hello’s’ with other tenants waiting to get on the bus, I noticed the poor old new lawn. So as I hobbled along Chestnut Grove, I took some pictures of sad scenes.

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2Tue03I didn’t see a soul in the flats as I got in and up the lift but felt in a slightly easier frame of mind (Fool, I should have known better!) as I got in the apartment.

WD 153.51.0b I found a note had been put through the door, from the INR nurse. Saying ‘Please contact your GP to re-arrange another visit!’ At first, my heart sank… then on reading it correctly and carefully, I saw the time on it was 10:20hrs, Phew! She had left it before she saw me at the bus stop earlier. So, the precious nurse will still be calling in the morning to see me.

WD 153.51.0b This reminded me that I had to call the Stroke Team at the City Hospital to grovel and explain things about my missing the appointment. I could not find the letter, so I went on the computer, as I was sure I had put the number on the Google calendar. I found it eventually, only to discover: It was for in August! Another Whoopsideangleplop! I’m getting fed up with myself!

WD 153.51.0b 1Mon22Then I remembered I had not put the Pork Pies, or anything else, away yet! So, I got one pie in the fridge, put the other stuff away and cut up the other pie onto a plate for the meal. Only some part-baked cobs to cook for ten minutes in the oven. Sliced and onion-salted some small tomatoes, opened and drained a can of peas, some Marmite cheese medallions added, and a pot of lemon mousse for afters. Buttered the cobs, and dug into the meal. Flavour rating of 6/10, the cobs, not being sourdough, was so bland, I might as well have had cardboard! Tsk! I ate it all, though! (Pig!)

I had a rinse, stayed stripped off and the expected weariness, with me getting up early as well, as expected came over me. I got in the recliner and put a DVD to watch.

WD 153.51.0b I soon drifted off into a deep sleep. Unfortunately, not deep enough for me to ignore the door chimes. I struggled painfully out of the chair, got some clothes on, got the stick, and made my way to the door. But no one was there, by that time!

Back in the seat, and in no time, I was back in the land of nod!

Zzzz!

Inccock Today – Sunday 7th July 2019: Bad day. But congratulations to the Ladies Team on winning the World Cup!

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2019 July 07

Sunday 7th July 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sul 7 Gorffennaf 2019

04:05hrs. I stirred and realised that I had just enjoyed a heck of a long sleep! Fair enough, it was interrupted a few times for a wee-wee, but most appreciated. A couple of minutes later, I up out of the £300, second-hand, rickety, c1968, beige coloured recliner, and making use of the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), for an SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-Wee). That made me jump

WD0.0.128 During which, the mind was having a turmoil moment, of cognitive and syntax confusion. What day it was, let alone what the time was escaped me for a moment or two? With the usual fears and various anxieties milling in the background! For perhaps the only time, I stubbed my toe against the dangerous metal sock-glide and was content about this. As it brought things back into their usual muddled but to me acceptable order. It hurt, mind! Hehe!

I worked out that I had had eight hours of sleep, on and off. I had woken late for me and accepted things without any moaning or griping. I wondered what Sister Jane and Brother in Law Pete were doing. Pete might be getting up, so he can fetch the papers, impress the young lady at the paper shop, and check his bank account. Jane may well be turning over and going back to sleep… then I questioned why I am thinking about this; things were not right or explicit in the old head yet. Had I had a funny turn?

Anyway, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, and this helped me to get back to some vague imitation, ersatz version of normality, which, of course, is not normality to most people. Am I going bonkers? I feel like someone has taken over my brain and is toying with things? I’m not joking, this got me a tad worried.

But, all got back to usual when I got on the Throne. I got seated and started pushing things to move, and had a go at the crossword book while I waited, as I painfully exerted and pushed things along as best I could. For a change, when things moved, it did so unexpectedly quickly. And, there was no bleeding at all! So, this little triumph made me feel better, I almost adopted a smug-mode, but the EQ told me not to, so I didn’t. I washed and off to the kitchen to do the health checks, take the medications, and made a mug of Yorkshire tea.

WD0.0.128 I took four photographs from the unwanted dangerous new balcony windows, with the unreachable to clean glass, and the deadly flesh-chewing metal spring opener, that needs you to pull and push on it at the same time. Note, the straight down one is blurry. This is due to trying to take the shot with only the left hand, and the dancing and shaking had started from the Peripheral Neuropathy (or neuritis) affected right hand and arm. Just as I had got my balance, as well. Ay-yay-yay! 

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I needed to use the Porcelain Throne again, but I think this was from Haemorrhoid Harold. I cleaned up and applied some of the new Clobovate 0.15% ointment, carefully. Haha! I was foolishly feeling almost optimistic.

WDA 0.0.128 WD0.0.1287Sun11 Oh, this sensation of idiotically feeling so pleased with things… It’s always at a time like this that one gets caught out; I rinsed the hands, and as I turned to get the towel, I knocked the much-feared metal sock-glide off of the shower chair, and it landed on both of my feet, giving the poor old toe another bashing!  I believe I might have said something along the lines of “Oh, fancy that!” I went to the kitchen medicine drawer, and put some antiseptic cream on the toe and foot. Not the easiest part of the anatomy for me to reach. So it took me a while. I returned to the wet room, and discovered I had left the hot tap running! Even the little black spot, whatever it is, underneath the little toe, hurt! I might not have cried, but I think I went into a deepish Sulk-Mode!

Back to the kitchen, to make another mug of tea. I must say, I have not been tempted to break my self-imposed ban on drinking alcohol for years now, but I’m glad there was no alcohol in the flat to have whetted my momentary appetite!

7Sun11aI got the hand-washing done, rinsed and on the slow-airer.

I bravely, nae, courageously, got the step ladder out and mounted rather quickly, to take some different shots from the light & view blocking, disappointing, lock-sticking, with the glass that cannot be reached for cleaning Or take any pictures of directly below. Due to the wide ledges, new kitchen windows. I wanted to picture them while the hands and fingers were not playing up. I wanted to take an upward view or two. I had to take them ‘blind’ of course, to avoid my falling off of the step ladder, or tumbling out of the opening, and ending up splattered on the floor below. Hehe!

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Finally, I got the computer on and began to update yesterday’s diary. Which, with the hands and fingers being kind to me for once, I was getting on well with, despite a few interruptions for mostly WPSWWs (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wees). Getting the post finished and sent off – but not until late in the morning. Humph!

Then, I started creating this post. I went to catch up on of TFZer Facebooking next. It’s getting late now (for me), must set the cooker.

7Sun38One of the worst-ever tasting meals I’ve ever failed with! Horrible, terrible!

A flavour rating of 2.5/10! And that’s being generous!

The sourdough baguette was alright. Nowt else to say, without being tempted to use naughty language!

Eurgh!

I watched the Ladies World Cup Final, and I am glad to report that the USA won the day.

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Well, that cheered me up! Of course, they had an English Coach! Hehehe!

I soon fell asleep. Just over two hours later, something woke me and I sprang awake!

TTFNski!

 

Inchcock Today – Sat 6 July 2019: A day of frustrations, fertummelt, fragilities frailness & frantic mayhem! Not to mention the Accifauxpas! Tsk!

2019 July 6

2019 July 06

Saturday 6th July 2019

Sethoso: Moqebelo 6 July 2019

01:30hrs. I awoke with the feet and ankle in remarkably good condition, considering all things. The ankle/leg ulcer seems to the wane, again, a bit of a pain! Hehe! I could see no sign of the of any of the new growth on it, of the last two or three days?

The need for a wee-wee, not surprisingly came to the fore, and the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) was but a pace or two away. This was another change in styles this one, it was of the UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee) variety.

Then, off to the Porcelain Throne. But it was something of a farce, a failure, and a time-consuming exercise, again. Still, I got the ablutions done afterwards. I seemed to be more chaetophorous (in need of a shave) than usual. I thought, maybe my famously lethologica-ridden, absent-mindedness and woolgathering tendencies, may have had me shaving with the razor covers on again yesterday? I recall doing the shaving with the plastic guards on the Bic’s when I was in the Residential Home after the stroke, so I know it’s a possibility. Humph!

The feet were looking in good condition as well. Although it doesn’t show in this photograph, the left foot little toenail’s black patch underneath it had grown somewhat in size. I wonder what it is? Although the water retention in the legs and feet was getting a touch more.

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Oddly, a change this morning, the left leg was not as swollen as the right, but the right foot was more swollen than the left… confusing innit? Hehehe! No cuts shaving or doing the teggies, either! Swank-Mode-Engaged!

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B Some new, barely perceptible, odd marks had appeared on the right arm. Not the bruise from the INR blood extraction, lower down the limb, just higher than the wristlet-alarm. It ached around it. Another medical mystery! Haha!6Sat02

Washed, got dressed, and went to the rather disorganised and untidy kitchen. (Jenny, bless her, has offered to help me clear out the old airing cupboard, to allow electrician access. ♥) I shall not do any cleaning until they have been, they will only make more mess to be sorted. Where I prepared Josie’s ingredients for her dinner, ready to use later.I’d got the delivery server prepped last night, although I 6Sat03can’t recall doing it?

My shelling of the pod peas proved to be somewhat of a bothersome, annoying, irritating, tedious, exasperating, infuriating, and a maddeningly pestiferous procedure! Which got me going a bit! The Axonotmesis-driven dancing and jumping of the hands and fingers, left me with an assessed, guessed dozen or more peas that shot all over the place, 6Sat04never being found!

Then, I got the Health checks done. Got the medications taken, and made a pot of tea… well, a mug of pleasantly tasty, tangy, and strong-flavoured Glengettie.

The rain started to fall, and I fetched the Canon camera, with the short battery life, no eye-viewer, fiddly tiny controls, but a welcome 6Sat04handy selfie-taking moveable screen. The rain had stopped as I got back to the nightmarishly untidy kitchen, and took a couple of shots of outside.

The first one on the left required me to bravely risk using the step ladder, so I could reach out far enough beyond the ridiculously wide window ledge, which can be seen with the raindrops on it, protruding and ruining my 6Sat05already below par shot with the hands shaking again. But, this nerve-damaging and killing Peripheral Neurosis, no, neuralgia, will always be with me. Humph! Ah, well!

I then went to the balcony to take this shot through the unreachable to clean, and finger strapping and flesh removing metal opening clips. That need to be pushed at the same time as being pulled to open. The one on the right is so stiff, after a couple of risky (INR blood level) cuts trying to open it to take pictures, I gave up and abandoned the dangerous idea forever. It can stay closed and uncleaned forever as far as I am concerned! Too risky! Ideal for old folks with their ageing ailments. The younger of us love their balconies. Those, no we, with physical disabilities, illnesses, and loss of mental abilities and our sanity, do not! Hahaha!

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B I spent many hours updating and making more errors, miss-typing, grammatical, and spelling than ever before. The time spent in correcting is getting farcical now! At one stage, I gave serious consideration to stopping and just giving up! It was as if the Axonotmesis knew, and the dancing stopped! But it was a ploy to get me to continue. Fifteen minutes later the dancing returned, this time with the shoulder joining it! Ah, well, at least the legs Hokey-Cokeying did not start.

Finally, I got the updating finished and posted off.

Then off to the Porcelain Throne. Back to the reluctant, bloody evacuation mode. I was so glad when I eventually succeeded. Haha! When all was done, and I was refreshed again. I had a moment of panic, and I have no idea why, but I had to check on the bus pass and bank card in the coat pocket? I went to the hallway, and all was okay. Phew! I noticed a letter had been posted, it was from the NHS again. From the Department of Pathology and Laboratory Medicine. An appointment is to be sent to me for a (Clinical) pathological condition assessment? I looked this up on the web, but am not a lot wiser as to who they are or what they do? Still, it’ll be some company for me. And someone to make laugh and smile, I hope. Haha!

7Sun38I set about getting Jocie’s meal cooked. I kept nipping on the computer to do some graphicalisationing, and back to Josie’s door to make sure she wanted the meal, but could not rouse her. Oh, dear! On my third try, the gal answered. She had been in the shower, and was more than ready for her meal!

This photo is one of the earlier meals, the shot I took of today’s smoked kipper in veg sauce with tomatoes and cheesy-potatoes, with fried onions, tomatoes and gherkins, was another of the ‘Into the Ether’ pictures! Humph!

I got it sorted and delivered it on the server wheeled-tray. Jocie’s eyes smiled as she looked at it, and that did me some good, I love helping when I can. Jocie was the only person in the whole of Winwood Heights, who called to see how I was when I got back home after the stroke. Bless her ♥. She was looking so much better today. I am so pleased to be of use, too!

I spent some more hours, starting this blog going; interspersed with varying modes of wee-wees having to be taken.

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B That humming noise was heard again. It seemed to be all around, and even with the hearing aids out, I couldn’t help but listen to it. It put a stop to my already limited concentration, and I got cooking my dinner. I suppose it could be the wind being in a particular direction? But maybe not, there were no gusts, and the noise was continuous.

WDA 200.0.06Sat07 Oh6Sat18b, ‘eck! Putting the chips in the oven, and the damned hand and arm started its Axonotmesis inspired dancing and jerking! Naturally, the tray was dropped, and with the door being open, the chips fell out and down into the less than hygienic opening to the floor underneath! I got down on the knees and retrieved them, at least I think all of them, and had to dish them in the bin, and start again!

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B The getting back up, was most trying and painful. I used the method as shown me by the nurses, but the agonising effort, still started off Anne Gyna, Back-Pain-Brenda, Duodenal Donald, and Arthur Itis! Consequently, my EQ told me the dropping and painful getting up from the floor, were two of three – things always come in threes! I wish I had listened! Aches, discomfort, pains, and feeling a right fool now!

6Sat18bWDA 200.0.0 By6Sat28 the time I’d got the fresh load of chips in the oven, I needed another wee-wee, this one was of the LHBLBWW (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting like Wee-Wee). I went to check on the chips, and foolishy thought they could do with some turning over… The ointment again bubbled on the skin after my applying it!

6Sat29I eventually got settled to eat the meal. The chips came out alright, tasty, in fact! A bit of a treat. Cheesy potatoes as well, with garden peas, tomatoes, dried-onions and a beef pasty. Followed by a lemon mousse. Half-way through, and Josie rang the door both of the door chimes. ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫. She was returning the cleaned cutlery and plate, bless her. She said how she loved it, and I was spoiling her! ♥ I returned to the £300, c1968, grotty-beige, antiquated,  third or fourth-hand recliner, to finish the meal.

Erm… an hour or so later, I found myself nibbling at some Cheesy Curls! Guilty Mode Adopted!

Anne Gyna stopped my getting to sleep early, and I put the TV on. When I did nod-off, I slept for… wait for it. Eight Hours! Amazing for me, I must have needed it?

Inchcock Today – Friday 5th July 2019: A nerve-wracking Fraught Friday!

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2019 July 05

Friday 5th July 2019

Croatian: Petak, 5 Srpnja 2019

12:08hrs: I woke, well I didn’t really, I just gave up trying to get to sleep. I had to get up anyway, for a wee-wee (Hard to believe, I know. Hehe!) Dean Martin’s version of ‘Just one more chance, was firmly embedded in my head, and I was singing or humming to myself for hours and hours. Here’s a link for anyone who doesn’t know it, a smooth ballad and catchy tune. Just one more chance

My sort of music. Enough of my noctuary, back to the lactarium.

WD 0.51.0 I rose from the £300, second-hand, c1968, clapped out recliner, got the stick and made for the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), where I had to endure another of the ELDOUWW’s (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Unremitting-Wee-Wee’s). After what seemed a ridiculously long time, the flow finally ebbed, and the bucket was in need of emptying and sanitisationing. So, a limp to the kitchen, which revealed that after such a long time, Arthur Itis was in full-damage mode, pain wise, in the knees. Boy, he was in a bad mood!

5Fri001WD 0.51.0 I got the bucket cleaned and returned to near the computer, and had to use it again. This time, for a surprising VSHLP (Very Short-Hosepipe-Like-Painful) wee-wee. After the first one, this caught me out a bit.

I got the kettle on and did the health checks. With good results, today: Sys 136, Dia 66, Pulse 85, and Temperature at 35.1°c (93.2°f), is that a little high? No, I don’t think so.

Made a brew, and got the computer on. Checked the Google Calendar, to make sure I’d added the date for the Air Filter appointment for it to be serviced. I had. (Oh, yes! Haha!) Smug-Mode-Adopted.

WD 0.51.0 The first task was to get a top-graphic, and a Thought was done for the next post. This was when the fingers and hand started to dance-away to its heart’s content! Grumph, and bother! It came and went for several hours, for varying periods of time. During which my patience was tested to the full. As I was finishing off the Thought graphic, I had to go for a Porcelain Throne session. But, it was not to be. Everything seemed solid and immovable again. I washed, made a brew, and took another Senna tablet.

Then the big push, despite the jumping-fingers and the lousy language used, I pressed on and got the updating done. Finished and got it posted off.  But not, until gone 05:00hrs! Huh!

WD 0.51.0 I made a start on this blog but had the call to the Throne again. Full of hope for a successful evacuation this time, I grabbed the stick and was off to the wet room. What a change, still painful and a fair bit of bleeding, but far less resistance. This confused me a little. After some thought on the problem, I realised I had taken the last Senna, from a new pack that I had emptied earlier.

5Fri002So, maybe the old packet was a little out of date, and that was why I had been struggling to free things lately?

I took a snap of the plates-of-meat. The water retention has gone down well, the feet look healthier, and the leg-ulcer seems to be fading away again. New marks on top of the right foot. But it appears different each day lately.

I continued (Wee-wee interrupted frequently) with this blog for an hour or two, and went to make a mug of tea. The view of outside’s sky, made me get the camera, and go onto the balcony, at high risk of losing a chunk of finger when opening the metal spring opener that has to be pushed to bend the metal, and pulled towards you, to open the window, at the same time!

But, my bravery was rewarded with some half-decent shots of the cloud formations. I still can’t work out how to do Panorama shots on this camera, it will just not do them! So I took pictures across the sky. They were naturally beautiful, I thought.

 

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5Fri08I got the peas podded and in the pan to marinate with some demerara sugar.

I’d better get the ablutions done, try to see Josie for when she wants her meal this weekend, and get out for a walk with the trolley. I must not stay in for too long, it makes one get idle.

Ah well, off to the wetroom. Mustn’t rush with the shaving, cutting of the skin and toe-5Fri08astubbing skills I have acquired! Hehe! All sorted.

WD 0.51.0 I noticed that the legs and knees were suddenly starting to return to their normal warped, fluid-filled, papsule covered status! However, the feet were looking and feeling much better, and the leg ulcer is hardly noticeable now? Every day something changes, sometimes more than once!

5Fri08bI made up some black bags and one for recycling and was going out the door with the trolley, and Josie came out, she kindly took the bags for me. Bless her cotton socks! But was in a rush to meet with her family, and I couldn’t find out which day and at what time she fancied the cheesy potato meal in the morning. Tsk!

5Fri09I stopped underneath the bottom trees on the footpath hill, that goes up into Woodthorpe Grange Park for a while. It was shaded and fresh, and I took a minute or two to take in the smells. Realising that this is now my tree copse, for I can never get into the trees again, but this little patch is a good substitute that I can walk 5Fri10into for a few moments and appreciate wildlife and the beauty of the wildflowers.

WD 0.51.0 As I started to continue up the hill, Dizzy Dennis came over me, and I considered going back to the flat. An uncomfortable sensation and the vagueness of mind increased a lot. So, I took it very slowly 5Fri11and carefully and carried on up into the park, determined to get some more photographicalisationing done.

I stopped under the pathway trees and took a shot of the fallen warped tree branches. A certain sadness always comes over me when I see this area as I pass by.

5Fri12As I neared the gates out onto Mansfield Road, my newly-found fixation and nephelognosy with the clouds made me take a picture of the sky, showing the fantastic patch of clouds in which I saw a figure that reminded me of something.

But I can’t find it now! Humph! Hehe!

5Fri13As I plodded up and over the hill into Sherwood, I spotted this agricultural machine doing a fair rate of knots and bouncing about.

I think the chap driving it, posed for me as I took this picture of him. Haha!

5Fri014Dizzy Dennis returned and was determined to ruin my day. I have to admit it, he won!

I decided to just walk down Mansfield Road and take some photographs, and catch the L9 bus back up to the flats. I felt a little fragile, and the mind started wandering.

WD 0.51.0 Down the hill, and took some photos. With a few Nottinghamian Off-Road Cyclist included.

 

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5Fri018At the bus shelter, the amazing nubilous sky again caught my nephelococcygia’s attention. And once again, afterwards, when I viewed this picture, I could not see what it was that I had read or seen in the sky. I don’t know why I bother!

The bus arrived, and the short, jerky, almost violent side-saddled seat on the bus journey, was survived. Hehe!

WD 0.51.0 I was still not feeling up to scratch, as I walked along Chestnut Way back to Woodthorpe Court. Dizzy Dennis lingered, giving me a few afflictive moments en route.

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The appalling mess they had made of laying the lawn, irked me a bit. But, Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit (No Man is at all hours wise!) came to mind. And I thought of some of the things that I have done over the years! (I flinched and even eschewed at some of them, in embarrassment!)

But things cheered up when Christine caught up with me on the road, and we had a very welcome side-tracking chinwag moaning session and laughs! Bless her ♥. We went up in the elevator together, and I was so glad we did, she was in a gregarious mood, and in those few moments that we spoke and joked, she cheered me up no end!

WD 0.51.0 As I got into the flat, Damned Dizzy Dennis came at me again! I decided to get the nosh sorted first, as at least the dancing and shaking from the right-hand side limbs, was not so active!

As I got the meal on, I wen5Fri20t to put the three-wheeler away in the junk room and found a letter from Nottingham City Homes. Confirmation of Video Door-Entry Installation Date, for the flat. Next Friday.

The changed appointment day and time,  I confirmed on the Google Calendar.

5Fri20aThe meal was one of betterer ones, I think. Franks, chips (fries), garden peas, tomatoes and a mini-cheese and pickle pork pie. I had some caramelised onion pickle with it and milk bread and butter. A lemon mousse to follow.

WD 0.51.0 I had a bottle of spring water with some added orange cordial, and with the tray still nestled on my lap, I drifted off to sleep! Minutes later, I sprang back to life, and as expected, the tray fell off of my knee! Propitiously, I had eaten everything on the plate, apart from some bread. So there was minimal cleaning up to do!

WD 0.51.0 5Fri20cI got the evening medications taken and made a brew. While waiting for the kettle to boil, I popped out on the petrifyingly dangerous, light & view blocking, multi-window that can’t be reached to clean, and the finger chewing metal spring clip opener that needs to be pulled and pushed at the same time to open new balcony.

Once again, I could not resist snapping the clouds up in the sky.

5Fri20bThe magnificence of them did not escape my attention.

Nor did the metal-spring clip closer’s inability to let one close it quietly. I’m afraid it made one hell of a thud when I eventually got the window to close

19:00hrs, I woke with a start, some noise from above for a few seconds. Sounded like someone had dropped something on the floor. I hope it wasn’t himself! I pondered on going up to check on things. But then I heard some scraping and tapping noises, so I knew he was back working and was alright.

WD 0.51.0 I nodded off again, and was woken by I know not what? I had to have a look around, to satisfy myself that all was well. I opened the flat door to listen for any fire alarm, none in progress. I looked out of the window, the kitchen window, that required me to use the step ladder. I could have gone out on the balcony to have a look below, but the finger-mauling metal spring clip opener I deemed as more of a danger to me, that the using the step ladder was. As I was checking around, I had to visit the Porcelain Throne. I say visit, it was more like my moving into the wet room for the night! There I was, on the Throne, the evacuation half-way, and waiting painfully for something to move! I had a go at the crossword book, I’ve never known things to take so long!

WD 0.51.0 When finally the motion was completed, (Ah!) cleaning things, the blood and myself up, I took another Senna and pain killer and got back in the £300, second-hand, rickety, grotty-beige coloured, rusty, rickety, recliner. I fell asleep just as I was thinking that sleep may not come quickly. It did! But only for around four hours. But this was more than of late. Hey-Ho!

Inchcock Today – Thurs 4 July 2019: It was a confusing, but sunny day! Whoopsiedangleplops spoilt it, though!

2019 July 4

2019 June 3

Thursday 4th July 2019

Africaans: Donderdag 4 Julie 2019

WD 0.0.0a 03:10hrs: I woke and released my overweight body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grungy-beige coloured tatty recliner. Got the stick and had a WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee), in the partly-filled EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). I had to empty and clean the bucket and myself afterwards. Sanitised the bucket, and had to use it again!

WD 0.0.0a Got the health checks, then the medications were done. Made a brew, and got onto the computer to update yesterday’s blog… Oh, dearie me!

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WD 0.0.0a 03:25hrs. Very unfortunately, unwelcome, silly, cataclysmal, detrimental, soul-destroying, pathetic, and typical of old Inchy nowadays. Who, in conjunction with the amazingly unreliable Liberty-Global Virgin Media, and the Peripheral Neuralgia/Axonotmesis ailments, or as the Podiatrists said, too many ‘Issues’, and the photographicaIisationing  handicap: I managed, after hours and hours of work, to lose all the efforts (apart from the first couple of paragraphs) I’d done on this post! Mainly the damned fingers, they were jumping and pressing unknown keys, I got blue messages I did not understand, and the catastrophe ensued! Eventually, I stopped crying and swearing. Then I started again! Grrr! Nash! Sob!

So, I made up the post from the few distant memories I could recall, (not many) a few notes I had made, and the recall-prompting photo’s I’d taken. The dancing fingers, hand, arm and shoulder, may win today. If anything happens like this again, I’ll give up. It’s too soul destroying!

I finished the post update (Eventually, despite and in defiance of the problems I was having) and got it sent off to WordPress. It took me as much time making corrections as original typing, though. Most Aggranoyying!

I got the kettle on, and sat down with the sock-glide, and realised I’d not had done the ablutionising session yet. (I pick up things sometimes, belated, mind) I was going to get up 4Thu001again and spotted a rather intense, not discreet, or subtle, change in the leg-ulcer markings.

It looked like a burn mark maybe, but that is not the case? Unless I had been doing some unknown nocturnal gadding about? I’m pretty sure I had not, but who knows with me, nowadays? Hehe! So I took a photographicalisation of it. It’ll look different tonight or in the morning again. Ever-changing!

4Thu05Up and back to the kitchen, and the view outside, although nowhere near as good as it would have been through the old windows, was marvellous. I tried to take a panoramic shot of the scene, without any luck. I fear that since the Stroke, I just cannot take a panoramic shot at all. Even when I think the fingers are not shaking, the camera does, the instant I try to pan with it. I can get over this with the still shots. I’m trying to train myself to use the left hand, which as you can understand, is not comfortable or sometimes possible, with a right-handed camera. (Grump, moan, complain!) Bottom-Lip-Out-Sulk-Mode engaged!

The shadow of the rising sun from behind was caught reasonably well in the first snap I took. The second one, I tried to get the balconies of the other fine folk’s flats in the frame, as well as the distant view.

3Wed01gI had a nosey at the leaflets that had been delivered from the Residents Association Team.

One about a two-course lunch, Liver & Onion, pudding & custard, £3, Friday 12th July.

The next one, Shopping Trips, one for Leeds – £20 a seat. Another for Grantham, Friday 19th July, £13 a ride.

Then one: Making Music Together, if you play a musical instrument, come along share your music! IIth July 13:00hrs. To be confirmed 8th August & 12 Sept, location to be confirmed.

And a leaflet with details of a helpline for the old & lonely. 24-hour contact number and some features of it.

5Fri003aAnd a letter from Nottingham City Homes, about a visit coming on 10th July, from a company called DCUK – Re: Bathroom Extract Cleaning. To check the airflow at the fan – Remove existing fan cover – clean ducting and install a new fire-rated vent cover.

The old heating cupboard and storage area is to be emptied and made easily accessible, and all items removed from this area. Huh! Have you seen it and the stuff crammed into it?

4Thu15

WD 0.0.0a Ah, yes, I have to say that the desperately wanted, and much longed-for peace of mind and rest here the old people’s flats, and our growing senile without disturbance or hassle of any kind… is non-existent here!

Made the tea and back to the computer and created a couple of graphics for the Inchcock Today page tops and Thoughts theme.Three wee-wees, all now if the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) variety.

Time to get the ablutions tended to. Then I can catch the 10:30hr L9 bus to Arnold. Oh, I’d better check the Googe calendar first to see if any appointments are down for today… No, all clear. I’ll call in to get some hearing aid batteries at the Arnold Health Centre.

I took three black and a recycling bag out with me to the chute, on the out.

4Thu05aI gathered all the needs, and was off to the wet room, stick in hand. All went well, and I was soon rushing to get out in time to catch the L9. I passed Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana talking to a lady, Good Morning’s were exchanged. At the bus stop, were the two Scottish lads from Winchester Court, and we had a chinwag and set the world to rights at the same time. Hehe!

4Thu06I took a photographicalisation of Winchester Court, with the jet-streak contrails in the sky above. It came out alright, and I was pretty pleased with this left-handed shot.

We were joined at the last moment by a few other tenants from both flats.

It was a fine morning, the only thing that unsettled me a bit, was with me having the troller with me, I had to sit on the side-saddle seats. An uncomfortable and even painful experience, especially with the driver being heavy on the breaks. I offered my cheerios to each of the others who the others got off in Sherwood, one even acknowledged me. Haha!

4Thu07I spent most of the journey, fighting to stay on the seat, struggling to hold on to the three-wheeler, or banging my elbow on the rails.

I found myself to be the only passenger on board after Sherwood. Plenty got on en route mind you.

Once I dropped off in Arnold, it looked and or, reminded me of Skegness or Mablethorpe, in the sunshine and with people wandering aimlessly about. Hehe!

I poddled slowly around, calling in endless shops. Wilko, to get the liquid soapflakes. Chambers meats, but the roast belly pork looked very fatty, so I didn’t invest.

Then to the Boyes store, where I got Dettol, citrus Zoflora, drain unblocker, can opener and some Bamboo socks!

Next to the Saher shop: Deo fab, air spray, olive oil and Colgate foaming toothpaste.

I called in Iceland then and got some Southern Fried chips (fries). Never tried these, they look like they might be tasty.

Finally, to Asda. I came out of there with far too much stuff, and had the devil of a job getting them in the trolley and shoulder bag, and had to buy another bag! I came out of Asda with Cheesy Curls (2 packs of six bags), fresh pod peas, DVDs and a Bag for Life!

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Caught the L9 front High Street, and was soon home. No Winwood residents got on the bus en route. I dropped off, thanked the driver and made my way to Woodthorpe Court at the far end of Chestnut Way.

WD 0.0.0a During the hobble, the strap on the shoulder bag broke! Humph!

WD 0.0.0a The new lawn that was laid about three weeks ago, in front of the being built and finished off Windwood Court and Wardens detention cells, was, well, here are some photos of it… So sad!

4Thu12

Dearie me, good gracious me, and Pshaw! Worra Mess! I wonder who contracted the firm that made such a hodgepodge job of the new lawn? Nottingham City Homes, or Most likely Willmott Dixon?

4Thu12aGot in the flat, had a WYSAOWW (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over-Wee-Wee), washed, and into the dressing gown. Got the dinner cooking.

Aldi’s Sopocka Slices and tomato sandwiches, gherkins, beetroots, garden peas and the new Southern Fried chips (fries). Which tasted smashing! Garlic in the seasoning I think. The Limoncello dessert was naughty but nice!

A Flavour Rating of 8.8/10! Got the evening medications were taken, a bottle of spring water with orange cordial added from the fridge, and settled down in the exasperating, c1968, Grotty-beige coloured, second-hand recliner to watch a Rumpole of the Bailey episode off of DVD. Fell asleep during the second set of advertisements. Fancy that!

Woke an hour later, had to have a wee-wee, this time of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) variety. Made myself jump! Hahaha!

Back in the recliner, and decided to watch TV… Fell asleep again!