Inchcockski – Sunday 11th August 2019: A mentally-sundering Sunday!

2019 Aug 11

2019 Aug 11

Sunday 11th August 2019

Afrikaans: Sondag 11 Augustus 2019

7Sun01

WD 120.60.0 00:15hrs: I stirred into ersatz life, with embers of Dizzy Dennis’s attack last night, lurking in the background. My EQ warned me to expect another dose of dizziness from Dennis any time now. No logic or rhyme nor reason, but a definite sense of foreboding! I accepted this premonition as fact, so did not worry. If the EQ informs me of upcoming woes, it is nearly always right.

So, I escaped the clutches of the £300, second-hand, shabby and squalid, c1968, sometimes working – others not, rusty, rickety, suboptimal ramshackle recliner, and without any need for a wee-wee! I grabbed the walking stick and made my way to the kitchen. Got the kettle on. Took the medications with an extra Ramipril, luckily I have a few spare apart from the blister packs, that are still in date, and a Senna tablet.

WD 120.60.0 Took the medications with some spring water. As I was making the brew, sure-enough, a Dizzy Dennis attack came. I was lucky to have the stick close to hand, cause it was a vicious head-spinning loss of balance affair. It didn’t last for long but left me with a cracking headache. Ah, well, I got over it. The Yorkshire tea tasted all-wrong again, bitter, just like yesterday evening? Not enjoyable at all? Tsk!

WD 120.60.0 Then, more bother as I started to do the health checks:

  • The sphygmomanometerisationing had to be cancelled! The machine did not show any interest in working at all, even after I put in new batteries!
  • Then the thermometer, that has not been giving any figure results other than ‘Low’ for a few days now gave up just a single line and nothing else! So the temperature couldn’t be taken either!
  • A good job the Enoxaparin wasn’t needed as well, somehow or other the filled-hypodermic had leaked all of the heparin in the medical drawer!

So another job was cleaning out the drawer!

I think the EQ might have been right, yet again, about today! I hope I’ll be up to doing Josie’s nosh and delivering it, later on. The innards then began to ache and churn. Gradually they are getting more bothersome, as well. Oy Vay! But I am determined not to let things get me down today! (He says with hope more than expectancy, Haha!). If I have to, I’ll go into hibernation mode, and sod everything by getting my head down and trying not to start fretting over anything. I’ve got the wrist alarm on anyway. Mind you, I think it is linked to the new intercom system, that does not work correctly. Mmm!

WD 120.60.0 I returned to the computer-bed-rubbish-living-dining-having strokes in, room. I noticed the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) was over half-full! How can I not remember doing all that passing? Another thing, I could see no signs of any nocturnal nibbling having taken place? No empty bags or crumbs in the waste bin? Nothing dropped or knocked over from the chair arm or Ottoman?

Yet, I felt slightly buoyant in myself, despite the horrendous start I was having to the day? The grinding innards, Dizzy Dennis and the mechanical cock-ups, really were, not getting to me. A sort of forbearance and placidity were present. These emotions were not germane at all. Perhaps my psychological well-being, needs a servicing or an M.O.T.? Hahaha!

I got the computer going. The finger-ends were some bother, they were in a non-receptive mood to anything that they come into contact with. The updating of the Saturday post was a bit of a grind, and so frustrating with all the corrections that needed doing.

WD 120.60.0 I had to break-off, to utilise the Porcelain Throne. I soon realised that I had made yet another clanger, this time in taking the Senna tablet – there was no need for it at all! So messy an evacuation, it took me ages to clean the Throne and me up afterwards. Yet, my outlook and mood kept in a slightly upbeat mode. I can’t understand why, either!

I made another mug of tea, not that it got drank, it tasted rank! The old taste-buds have been affected, possibly to some degree, connected with the innards, that continue to rumble and grumble.

Back to the computerisationing. Eventually getting the blog finished and posted-off to WordPress. Answered some comments. Then went on the WordPress reader section.

I got the spuds simmering ready to make Julie’s cheesy potatoes later, and the peas in a saucepan with a little demerara sugar.

Back to this blog. Did a graphic or two, to later use on CorelDrawing.

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I did some Facebooking, posting some favourite old Nottingham photos. Finding the pictures and editing to make some of the older ones clearer, took me so long it was light by the time I’d got them done. Memories were prompted. ‘We had nowt, but wanted for nowt!’ WordPress Lie Detected! Hehe!

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I shuffled onto the balcony, to take a couple of photos of the day’s rain and mist.

7Sun15

Off to get the ablutionalisationing done.

All went okayish. One little tiny cut from shaving. Cut, graze, bruise and a completely bang-free battle with the sock-glide! No teggies cut. Only a few dropsies handicapped my progress. The razors, twice while shaving, the toilet roll when I used it to blow my nose on, the soap three times in the shower, the facecloth once, the showerhead once. Hahaha! Oh, I stubbed my toe on the shower seat leg, after cleaning it and was putting it back.

7Sun19All done, I set about preparing things for Josie’s meal. The potatoes were almost ready to be mashed up with the Leicester cheese, got the Tuna chunks, tomatoes and beetroot out in advance, and the Limoncello dessert to the front of the fridge. I went to tell the neighbour of mine that the meal should be coming about 11:55hrs! But I couldn’t get an answer at Josie’s 7Sun11adoor. Oh, dear! I did remind her yesterday, no, on Friday that the nosh would be served up about midday. 

I got the preparation work all done and got the potatoes in the oven, to brown-off. A slight singe on the thumb acquired, without any bother. Hehe!

Herbert’s giving some knocking about today. Hope he’s alright, ish.

7Sun20WD 120.60.0 I left the pan of peas accidentally on a low heat and burnt some of them. Now, this suited me, I like them like this. But I had to hand pick-out the brunt ones for my plate. I didn’t want Josie to have any on her meal. Tsk!

I made up Josie’s nosh and got it on the wheeled server, and off to deliver it. Josie was in and accepted the offering with charm.

I made both meals the same, other than I did not have any meat or fish on mine, but had extra cheesy potatoes! Yum!

7Sun21Back to the flat, and as I got my fodder sorted, I noticed the sky was looking a little threatening again. But, beautiful at the same time.

My nephelococcygia was working overtime with this view.

I tried to take a panoramic shot of the horizon, but it is just impossible nowadays, with the peripheral neuralgia. In fact, thinking of this at the time, the right leg launched into one of its imitations of doing the (Neuropathic) Schuhplattler! It was all over inside a minute. No damage caused, though.

I had a wash, and the energy and will power drained away as I did so. I settled in the £300 second-hand, c1968, decaying, recliner, and that was it! I could not get to sleep, but the mind was reluctant to do any planning, thinking or even daydreaming. The odd nod-off of a few minutes duration came frequently, but no mind-blasts, or storms. In fact, this worked out well, for it prevented any fretting and worrying sessions! I was just too tired and weak to bother, I think.

WDPrightWD 120.60.0 Much later, I got up for a wee-wee, and went to get a drink of mineral water from the fridge to take the medications I’d forgotten to imbibe – and there were Josie’s tray, cutlery and a tin of Tuna laying on the trolley-server?!?! Apparently, Josie had returned them while I was half-aware and awake earlier? This was very worrying to me, as I was naked, all bar the PP’s. Oh dear!

Inchcock Today – Mon 29 July 19: Visited the Doctor. Desticating for most of the day. Hehe!

2019 July 29

2019 July 29

Monday 29th July 2019

Mongolian: 2019 оны 7-р сарын 29, Даваа гараг

02:00hrs. I woke in need of what I believed was an urgent wee-wee! Out of the rickety, £300, second-hand, unsightly, frayed, grotty-beige coloured recliner, got up, caught my balance and utilised the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). It felt cold this morning, proper nippy.

Where I remained for a while, doing my best to encourage and force the strenuous LRWSS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Stinging-Sprinkly) wee-wee to evacuate. The thoughts meantime, were of the Doctors visit, take the list of questions to ask with me. If I get a prescription for the Bisoprolol beta-blockers and or Mivicon, I must fetch them straight away from the Carrington Pharmacy chemist. Get bread, tomatoes, milk and yoghourt from Lidl.

When the evacuation eventually stopped, not that much flowed, well, stingingly sprinkled, I had a rinse and got the soaking handwash from last night, onto the airer.

I got the health checks, Sys 145, Dia 54, Pulse 88, and Temperature 34.1°c done.

I got the clothing etc. put in the wet room, ready for the wash and shave later on. No photographicalisationing yet, as I wanted to make a start on the blogs, as going out will leave me little time later on to catch-up. So, I did! I finalised and sent off the Sunday Inchcock Today.

Then, made a start on this post up to here. Next, I went on the WordPress Reader section. Then, the flipping hands, fingers and shoulders kicked off, and the errors, cock-ups and shaking, and never-ending correcting of mistakes, began! At least they allowed me to do yesterdays blog without hindrance.

1Mon03I went on to create some templates in advance (Although only two, but still, better than none) Hehe!

I stopped for a breather from the limbs hassle and went to the kitchen to make another mug of tea, to replace the one on the computer desk, that had gone cold and uninviting in the extreme. Haha! 

I got the camera and took some terribly crude photographs from the new unwanted, thick-famed, light and view-blocking windows, that the panes cannot be reached for cleaning.

I took several shots, in different modes, but these are the only two that came out anything like acceptable. The shaking hands were not to blame totally. I used the left-hand to operate the camera on these two. Not as good as they should be, but still! I even cleaned the lens with the very costly Lenspen and brush, but it made no difference. Blurry results. I Did my bestest.

I had a go at updating the Facebook photographs. Had to rush it though, it’ll soon be time to get the ablutions tended to. Must leave at 08:00hrs and no later, to make it to the doctors on time. I didn’t like rushing about but did enjoy doing that.

WD 0.128.100 Windows updates arrived, so I left them running. Off to the wet room to get the ablutions done. Dressed, made up the nurses nibbles, into the three-wheeler. Took the waste bags to the chute. The updates were still running! All spruced up, and I was off on a hobble to Carrington and the Sherrington Park Medical Practice!

1Mon07Outside and walking along Chestnut Way, I took this snap of Windwood and Winchester Courts. As you can see in the picture, the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Oberstess 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 is still there and in use. At the end of the road, Obersturmfhreress and Ex-Relfux magazine model, Deana was arriving at work, we exchange pleasantries. I asked it was this week when they move into the new building at Winwood Court. She thinks it will be next week sometime. I hope to be able to get to the opening ceremony.

1Mon07aAs I turned right onto Winchester Street, the fruits were well-advanced. Likely they had been encouraged by yesterday’s rain, perhaps, maybe… or not.

WD 0.128.100 The white van was still parked on the kerb, meaning I had to walk on the road again. I think it was the same one as last week, in fact, it looked like it had not moved at all. Should I report it? It could be a stolen vehicle? But the idea became a velleity, as often happens with me and my ideas, plans and thoughts. Huh!

I went down the hill at a swift rate of knots. Mainly because I could not control the three-wheeler, with the brakes being so abysmal. Hahaha! 

Walking up the hill on Mansfield Road, I thought some more shops had closed down on both sides of the road.

1Mon08

1Mon09The pace slowed a bit as I a got to the hilltop, picked up again as I almost lost control of the trolley a couple of times. No doubt about it, this trolley doesn’t like going downhill at all!

AS I got down into Carrington, on flatter land, after checking the time on my second-hand £2 watch, and seeing I had the time to spare, I took a breather for a few minutes.

1Mon09aWD 0.128.100 I’m glad I did. Some of the most beautiful flowers in a garden nearby almost spoke to me! I certainly chatted to them. Which drew a look in my direction from the postman who appeared from the house, that said: “Gawd, it’s always me who meet the loony who needs the attention of the men in white coats!” Hehehe!

Down the hill and into the surgery. A lady was in front of me, and she seemed agitated and or confused over something. I gave her a warm, friendly smile, by way of saying, “No problem, I’m not in a rush!” While the receptionist was helping the lady, I drew away so as not to hear too much, and on the reception counter at the end, a handwritten sign explained: With the closure of XXXXX medical practise, we are busier than ever and ask for your patience… etc. Someone had written on the top leaflet; “I noticed!” Hahaha!

I got seated with the trolley in front of me and had a bash at the crossword book. You see, I am learning little ways to limit the effects of the neuralgia a bit. I cannot hold the text in the right hand when it starts shaking, which it was doing on and off at that moment. But, however, nevertheless, regardless, all the same, and with that being said, I automatically parked the three-wheeler where I did, so I could rest on the handlebars. Clever stuff, eh? Alright, it’s not then! Humph! I did rather well on the puzzles this morning. It was a while before I was summoned by Doctor Vindla to her treatment room, which gave me more time to show off my puzzle-solving skills… only to myself, of course. It is sad, innit? Cackle! Titter! I asked the lady if I could have the sample tubes for next week, and busy as she was, she got me some.

I got seated and started with the medications not being delivered and how and why the shaking limbs made me run out of Bisoprolol and had to go two days without any! She kept her stone face on, so I don’t know what she thought.

I also mentioned my problem evacuating on the Porcelain Throne. That cracked her face into a brief but definite smile!

She looked a little sideways at me when she read my notes; Movicon? I haven’t issued you any! “No, the stroke ward gave me some and let me take some home, telling me that as long as it stayed in date, I could take two a day, only if needed!” No hesitation, she sent the prescriptions for both through to the Pharmacy.

Lona, then took my blood pressure and other tests, while I was telling of the problems with the neuralgia. It worried me a little, when she said; “Neuralgia?” She went on to the computer. It seems I have CIDP: Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy, as well? She wanted to know who had told me I had Peripheral Neugalgia? I could only say the two nurses who saw me at the clinic, no names remembered. I mentioned my depression and anxiety, no feedback, other than how often to you feel like that. I thanked her and out to give the receptionist a bag of nibbles to share out.

Then over the road and down into Carrington and the chemist.

WD 0.128.100 A sombre sight indeed. The paper shop had closed down on Mansfield Road! A grand chap as well! So sad. I suppose that with Lidl now selling papers, it was too much for him to compete with.

I went into the Pharmacy and told them of the prescriptions. The three of them got together in the back, giving me odd looks for ages. Then they came forward and asked me if I’d been to the Doctors this morning. Me answering, “No, I’ve been to the cobblers!”, didn’t help things much! They gathered again, and whisperings took place, with the suspicious looks given in my direction a few times. Finally, at last, ‘the one who I call ‘El Snotty’, brought a big bag containing he said, the Movicon and Beta-blockers. I couldn’t help it, I said; Now you can be late again, without worrying next time! He made out not to hear me, or perhaps he really couldn’t, who knows. He said something else, and it was my turn not to listen to him. I sillily thanked him and left. I only went a few paces, then I returned to ask what it was he said to me as I left. Gushing now, he said something that took four times as long as the original talking did. But, it was good, he showed patience and compassion. Again I thanked them all and gave the girl some nibbles.

WD 0.128.100 Off to the Lidl shop down the road. I got to the self-serve checkout with Golden blush tomatoes, Scarlet tomatoes, a can of peas, Bavarian smoked ham, Mackerel fillets for Josie at the weekend (bags of life on it), Crispy bacon, brown Stotties, and some shoulder steaks for tonight’s nosh1Mon10I’ll do them in the slow cooker! I had to buy a carrier bag, I’d left the one I purchased at Asda in the four-wheeler trolley (Humph!) An assistant helped me pack the cart and bag! But the card would not be accepted on swipe! As luck would have it, I remembered the number and put it in, and it worked. I hope I will not be charged the £12.17 four times!

I caught a bus up to Sherwood, where I remembered to go in Wilko, to see if they had any of the Gorilla tapes, so I could mend the flap top that had come unstitched after I had three-wheeler for three days! They also had the £3  fragrance I like on offer at £8, not £12! Too good to miss, I got three of them as well. This caused problems, carrying-wise, I had to buy another bag! So, I had a carrier on each handle then, Tsk! Fool! As I left the store, an ignorant git of a pavement cyclist shot down the hill, weaving through the few pedestrians about, but he found them. Grr!

1Mon11

As I limped painfully up Mansfield Road, on my way home through the Woodthorpe Grange Park, I bumped into Jenny and Frank going into Sherwood, from the park. I was 1Mon12not in a good state, but I was so glad to see them both. Looking good too! Yee-Haa!

Up over the top of the hill and down to the park gates. I took a snap of the three-wheeler as I entered the park footpath. (Note the state of the wheels, clean!)

They soon got all muddied up with seeds, 1Mon13leaves and grass. In fact, it has hard to push the trolley with all the gunk on the wheels!

WD 0.128.100 A Sterling Moss enamoured Nottinghamian Footpath Cyclist came down the incline at such speed, I felt the draughts as he flew by me! By the time I’d stopped and got the camera out, he was nearly at the gates at the bottom of the pat1Mon14h!

At the top of the hill, I turned right to go down the gravel footpath back to the flats.

You can see here, and guess what a time I had having to clean the flaming wheels before I dare enter the foyer of Woodthorpe Court entrance.

1Mon15WD 0.128.100 I wanted to cry, really. Heheh! It took me ages, back pain, a dizzy-spell and a whole roll of kitchen towels to get the thing clean enough to enter the place. Then I had to avoid the trails of the stuff I had just cleaned off of my trolley, on my way to the flat!

But, I was glad I cleaned it first.

1Mon16

The Movicol turned out to be called Macrogol? But what I could read of the ingredients, they were very similar to each other.

I emptied everything out of the bags. How I managed to get this lot home with the trolley, amazed even me! Haha! I got the shoulder cooking straight away in the crock-pot. Then got the fodder etc. stored away. (No signs of any wee-wees needed!)

1Mon30I spent three hours updating this blog. Then got the nosh prepared and served up!

Oh, dearie me, not onw of my bestest efforts at all! The cooked beetroot was okay. A taste rating of 4/10 for everything else.

Did the washing up, then got te handwashing done. Left it hanging to dry.

Settled to watch a Creek episode on DVD.

Then to watch TV. Zzzz!

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 – 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?