Inchcock: Diary & Ode Sat 28th May 2022

MEANDERING MORNING ODE

That should be befuddlement. Ahem!

Looking Back…
In my 20’s, I was known for my efficient fecundity…
Now due to Doreen’s Dementia, I fear discongruity,
I was fit, capable, popular, lit up a room fulgently…
The mind and body fail, leaving inefficacity,
I was praised for my willpower and social feracity!
Now, I am full of inconsequentiality, inferiority,
Decisions were made, taken almost nonchalantly…
Now my brain’s shared twixt dormancy, quiescently,
The few decisions I make now, I do negligently!

The Ailments…
The ailments increasing, I try to meet acceptingly.
When they first started, I reacted rather petulantly…
Some of the new ones give me hassle persistently,
Glaucoma Gladys, Cartilage Cathy & Cataract Kathy,
One that can be nasty is Peripheral Neuropathy…
Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters can have me falling,
Deaf Duane in both ears, Duodenal Donald, appalling!
Saccades Sandra, makes me see blurry,
The ankle gives way after the Stroke every day.
Hard to keep my balance, but I recover gradually…
The jumping away can have me off of the settee!

On Reflection…
There’s no benefit in moaning and grumbling,
If you’re going to go over, it’s only tumbling…
How hard and where you fall can leave you bleeding…
But a scrape and a bruise is the likeliest thing…
Somehow, I get through them without hospitalising,
I must have had more luck without realising…
At five, I was thrown into the canal, nearly drowning,
I’ve been shot twice and got a battering…
How I’m still here is somewhat baffling…

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SATURDAY 28TH MAY

04:20hrs: After so many jumping awakes, I had my last one. I was fed up with not sleeping for more than ten minutes or so and got up for a wee-wee. Which proved to be the reason I stayed up…

① Getting the jammie bottoms untied to whip them down, I got in a right mess. The waste cord knot was not to be unknotted!

There I was, fumbling to get the cord untied, and the pre-dribbling started! The embarrassment and panic of the warm wet sensation trickling down my inner legs and jammies made unlocking the knot even harder to get done… I gave up and forced things down… But there was worse to come…

③ I felt the pain as I got over the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket), and the bladder was hurting. It felt, to me, like a torrent as if a fireman’s hosepipe was being released… But no! On closer inspection, it was barely trickling, and what bit was coming out sprayed all over the place! But there was worse to come…

④ I saw the blood on my hands as I manipulated things to avoid my having splashes on the carpet.

⑤ Yes, Little Inches Fungal Lesion was bleeding; I suppose all the rushing and pulling to get the cord freed. A little naughty language was uttered. But there was more to come…

⑥ Due to the mixture of waste liquid and blood, I wiggled more than walked with the bucket to get it emptied and sanitised. As I got in the kitchen, I stubbed my toe on the server trolley wheel. But there was still more to come…

⑦ After cleaning the bucket, and getting another one with Dettol disinfectant, to clean up the overspray and spillages in the front room, I turned and knocked the Dettol bottle off the side of the sink. I’ve known one of those plastic bottles to split open before! Cleaned it up, and as if a robot… a disheartened robot, went to clean the front room. Which I managed without any further bother… until…

⑧ I went to take the jammies off and soak them in disinfectant and washing powder. And the need to visit the Porcelain Throne arrived. I wasn’t done with cock-ups yet…

⑨ I knocked my toe against the clothes airer’s wheel, and it was possibly the most excruciating stub ever! I could feel the bile rising now!

⑩ I got in and down on the seat, watching the blood drip from Little Inchies lesion, but there was no pain coming from it? More confusion! The evacuation was reluctant to start, so O got the cream and washed and ointmentated the lesion as I waited for the action to start, back onto the Throne. A sudden spurt, and it was all over in seconds… But what a mess to clean up! Almost liquid! So, I got on with the job, rinsed the jammie bottoms and put them back in a fresh bucket of antiseptic. Then I cleaned my nether regions and got new PPs (Protection Pants).

The relief when I’d got everything sorted was phenomenal. I even think I started singing… Cliff Richard’s ♫’The Young Ones’♫. I believe it was the first one.

I’d come out of it well, really. Apart from the fungal lesion now starting to hurt and Harold’s Haemorrhoids stinging. The stubbed toe had died down, and I put the kettle on.

Self-Satisfied…

That was a rather nasty, severe start to the day,
Believe it or not, the memory is now far away…
I coped and managed, my recovery well underway,
In fact, I’m pleased with myself, I can honestly say!
I got through it all, my depression flewaway!
Mind you, I’m expecting the next coming malady…
There are bound to be more, as there is every day,
No signs of my moaning-mopes left or paranoia!
But the wee-wees stay, frequently with overspray…
I genuinely think this may be a better Saturday!

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I got on the computer and loaded the pictures for yesterday’s blog updating and got it done. Very late now, and no carer yet? Ah, it’s the weekend, I forgot. Usually late Sat and Sun.

I took some photos, but the SD reader has gone on strike again, Humph!

Aha! This morning’s Carer was Sara! I was already cheered up with the disasters of this morning finishing; this gave me an extra boost in spirits, Sarah coming. A lovely gal likes a natter, and she is responsive. ☻♥ Got the medications sorted; Sarah always watches me take them if I drop any or one comes back up. She knows I’d likely not see or notice if they did, Bless her. I wish they all did that.

I said my farewells, and my mood lowered a smidgeon when she left, but it was still higher than for ages. I had considered going into a Smug-Mode with getting through the early morning cacophony of cock-ups… but resisted,

I’d better go on the WordPress Reader and comment section now.

How disappointing… Makes me sick!

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Can’t get on WordPress Comments or save owt! I gave up and got some nosh made. Battered red potato fritters, tomatoes, veg burger and banana to follow. The cakes were too sweet for my taste, but I ate them all. Rated: 7.2/10.

My luck really is changing from this morning. Went to get the ablutions tended to; better late than never. Just one cut shaving, nowt serious, and few dropsies (razor x 2, toothbrush, loofah, and short-picker-upperer), but I had the short picker-upperer to hand. No knocks, dizziness, headbangs, toe-stubbing, Shaking-Shauns, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, or shoulder charging the door frame!

Got dressed so I looked reasonably sane for when the Carer called. (I’ve made a vow not to be naked. Topless or bottomless again, when a nurse or Carer arrives! I’ve been caught with no trousers on by Nicola and no top on by Valerie up to now – Tsk!) I can lock the door and strip off after whoever comes has gone.

I tried the computer again, and it let me load some photographs to my delight. But VDD (Vascular Dementia Doreen) is making it hard for me to recall the time when I took them, although some are obvious. I got them into CorelDraw to resize. And…

♫ Oh, Susana ♫ chimed out, and in walked the evening Carer, Sarah (With an H). She soon sorted the medications, and I insisted she take a tipple and a nibble in; thanks to her. Which she did and took the waste bag out to the chute for me on her way

I locked the door and stripped off, feeling much easier now. Funny how all the cock-ups were got rid of in the early hours today; I’m pleased with that! Then got the photos; some I could remember were put on roughly chronologically. Others I’ll show here:

Rescued Photographs…

Obviously, I must have taken these two in the early hours, although I can’t remember taking them now?

VDD playing me up again. I suppose it is possible I got up during the night to take these? They cost me a lot of time tweaking to get them to be recognisable as what they are.

A mid-morning picture of the end car park on Chestnut Way, mayhaps, taken from the balcony, no doubt. I vaguely recall not being able to open the spring lock on the window and taking it through the glass pane.

I’m sure I had a paranoia moment with this one. I think I could see a face in the central cloud, but it seems to be hiding from me now. Such a shame. I could see a face and a monster in it on the right with this effort. At the time, I think another animal, but that too had been removed by VDD (Vascular Dementia Doreen). This last one of the trio on the left, which held several pairs of eyes and noses when I took it, still does, but somehow far fewer are found?

Ah, the expensive sweet potato battered fritters meal. I did eat it all. But the oversweetness of the potatoes took the edge off it. I already wrote about this, haven’t I? Humph!

Proof of my dedication to losing some fat from my midriff area. Where folds of fat, as it wobbles at the slightest movement. This on the left; was my last inside photograph taken today. It shows my bravely self-imposed limit; I’m allowing myself to nibble chocolate! With crumbs dropped from my nocturnal nibblings in the £300 second-hand, ageing, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, cling in the channels of blubber.

No more supposedly well-intended, opening a bar of chocolate, working on the computer, thinking, “Ah, I’ll have another lump of that chocolate” – and finding it had all gone! No More – Never-Again! I have complete faith in my determination to lose weight from my substantively gross belly! Four pieces maximum from now on!

Sleep was stubborn and refused to allow me to nod off. Sweet Morpheus teased me as it got later, and would permit me to drift off, then minutes late startle into wakefulness with a jump! So, I got up and pottered about in the kitchen, taking photos of the changing evening view from the kitchenette window. I spotted some figures in clouds, particularly in the second photo. Not that I can see it now. Humph! Thanks, Doreen Dementia! The close up I took of the orange ribbon of light did not come out very well at all. But I’ve put it on anyway. To show the changing views on offer tonight. The last effort, about ten minutes after the one before, I did like it. Had more contrasting hues and colours, I thought. Back into the recliner, hoping to sleep…

But, Oh, No! Not a chance. So I looked at what was on the TV, and ‘Sudden Impact’, a Dirty Harry film with Clint Eastwood, was just starting. During the first set of commercials, I got some chip-sticks and a bottle of spring water to feast on, got back in the c1968 second-hand recliner, and settled to watch and enjoy the film. I love it when the goodies win! As the next set of adverts came on… Zzzz!

Inchcockumski – Thursday 16th July 2020: Not too good today healthwise. So, nothing new there! Hehehe!

TFZer Beauty Gladys

Thursday 16th July 2020

Icelandic: Fimmtudaginn 16 Júlí 2020

03:40hrs: I woke with bits of a dream lingering, and wrote down some scribbled reminders to use here: In the dreaming, I was no longer the wiseacre, but a sage, a patriarchal doyenne, a lector: I was up high on a stage, with thousands of people around that wanted to ask me for advice, guidance… I arrive late; the trolley bus broke down… there were guards or bodyguards, each wearing Robin Hood outfits? All confusing, I then found I was in a chair, an electric execution chair, and people started to come in one at a time to ask a question: I got annoyed because all they wanted to know was how to make money, the lottery numbers, horse race and football match results, and winners, etc. and so on. That’s it I’m afraid, no idea if I was electrocuted or what?

As I put down the writing pad, the need for the Porcelain Throne usage arrived, and pretty urgent, it was, too! No hesitation, I was up and out of the c1968, second-hand, none-working recliner, got the stick, and hobbled limpingly to the wet room (Oh, the poor feet and toes!) in significant discomfort.

It was a quick but painful, messy, smelly, sticky evacuation. Cleaning up and medicationing after the event, took me ages and was not a comfortable experience.  The tootsies were terribly-tender,

Stubbing my tender uncut toenails against the seat raisers metal legs, was not a good idea either. Argh! Gragglespitgurgle!

Cleaned up and off to the kitchenette. Did the Health Checks. The hemadynamometer indicated that the BP SYS was still going back up higher. Cragknackles! Took the medications, and then I made a brew of my beloved Thompsons Punjabi tea.

The sky looked beautiful again, the clouds seemed to be thickening.

The ‘Hum’ was about as loud as it’s ever been. Will mankind, the scientist, the governments ever find out what is causing this? I suppose not.

I managed to take a shot out of the unwanted, unliked, rain letting in, photographer and old people-hating designed new kitchen windows, of Chestnut Walk. Not many folks around yet.

Then on the computer and made a start on this blog, as far as here, then updated the Wednesday diary. Sounds easy, doesn’t it? I wasn’t, took me hours! Poor old thing. Haha!

Posted it off to WordPress, then I went on Facebooking.

Then, it was time for the ablutionalisationing to be done. So I did! Back in a bit, folks!

As I was going into the wet room, the Post-Micturition After-Dribble, leaked again, as a Pre-Dribble! Oh, dearie me! But this did not stop my embarrassment, no that’s not a strong enough word. Mortification is closer. Perhaps the one I want is ‘Shame’. The PPs proved their worth again! Luckily I was about to have a shave and shower.

  • The teeth cleaning upset Toothache Thomas, again, as expected. But I think it was a little less painful this morning.
  • The shaving went reasonably well, a few razor dropsies, and just the one nick of the flesh.
  • The showering had a few annoyances, I’m afraid. The showerhead had a life of its own, and this resulted in about five dropsies! How the heck it hasn’t been broken yet, is beyond me!
  • A couple of visits from Shaking Shaun, but nothing serious in the injury stakes, just one clouting of the head on the right-hand grab-bar as I bent down to retrieve it. 
  • No toe stubbings!   
  • One swing of the towel over my head to dry my back, and just about everything on the floor cabinet top was knocked off onto the floor.

The medicating went well. Little inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding, or even sore! The furuncles were not too bothersome. However, Harolds Haemorrhoids were smarting in the extreme!

I departed and got some clothes on, well, someone just might call on me. Haha!

I got my bath towel washed. Done, rung and hung of a coat hanger above the kitchenette sink to start drying, when it lost its wetness, I’ll move in onto the flat airer. It’ll likely be about September by then!

I put the kettle on and thought about having a few biscuits, or even a mini-apple pie, but as the belly wobbled, heaving the rest of the body with it when I turned towards the fridge, I decided against it. Guilt reared its ugly head! Hahaha!

I got the other white towel out, got it on the stand-up airer, warming ready to be used tonight.

As I turned to come back, I caught my right foot toes on a leg of the airer. My language uttered silently, thank heavens, was not very good, indeed, it was naughty! Tsk!

As I made a mug of Glengettie tea, the clouds seemed to be getting thicker, but no rain.

I did some updating on this blog, and then went on CorelDraw to try again to get some graphics done for the headers, I’m right out of them now.

Oh, heck, Dizzy Dennis has come at me full blast. Going hazy. I’ll have to stop and get settled down.

While I was sat quietly, the phone went and it was Brother in law Pete. I’d not sent him the link for the blog. I’m not sure what else we spoke about, but I reckon we had a laugh about something. I found some scribble on the pad when I got back up later. It must be when he’s going back in for the treatment. ‘Pete – Wednesday 10:15hrs’ I’ve written.

I got back down after the call, but could not get to sleep, which I wanted so badly. But things cleared, the fog in the brain faded, and I got some nosh sorted out.

Rice, mushrooms, tomatoes and chicken. I used the rice cooker for the first time for this meal. Turned out okay. Nothing special, but enough to make me feel a bit better in myself after I’d eaten it. Mind you, the pot didn’t half take some cleaning afterwards A flavour-rating of 7/10.

As I was washing the pots, Dizzy Dennis returned, but mercifully, only for a few scary minutes. I still decided to get back down and try to get some kip. But it was no good, I even put the TV on, that usually gets me off into slumber, but not tonight!

After an hour or so, I decided to get back up again, and on the blogging, WordPress Reading, comments etc, that I had not done yet. updating.

Oh, I’ll send the link off for Pete first!

I made a mug of Thompsons Punjabi tea. The evening medications were taken, better late than never!

Checked on the local Coronavirus latest. Then tried to get some graphics done on CorelDraw.

I did manage to do two more, but fatigue, tiredness and Nicodemus’s. neurotransmitters meant I had to get this finished and posted off, then get a drink and summat to eat, and hopefully, some Sweet Morpheusness!

Inchcockski – Monday 13th July 2020: Nurse to give me a bit of fuss and attention today! Hurrah!

TFZer Model of the Day

Monday 13th July 2020

Afrikaans: Maandag 13 Julie 2020

05:10hrs: I came back to semi-life, and as is usual lately, needed a wee-wee within minutes. But overnight, there had been no call to the Throne or bucket. In fact, I’d forgot to bring the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to the room at all. I was so tired last night, after being up for over fifteen hours, this being the reason for my latest hour of waking for many a month!

I still felt a little drained mentally. With a degree of alacritousness, I got my wobbly over-sized stomach, and skinny limbs free of the recliner got the stick, and made my way to the wet room, without any injury, or nervous-making incidents! Slight-Smug-Mode-Enjoyed!

The evacuation was another RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee, with the Post Micturition after-dribble taking longer to wait for it to finish, than the wee-weeing itself. As they told me when I was diagnosed as Diabetic, this is called Diabetes insipidus, if I remember correctly.

I washed and made my way to the kitchenette. I remembered that a nurse will be coming today to take a blood sample for the Anti-Coagulation & Deep Vein Thrombosis Hospital Clinic (I love that title!) What time and which of the Vampire Angels it will be,  is anyone’s guess.

I almost made a faux pas and injected an Enoxaparin hypo into my stomach. Not on the list for today, until after the blood is taken, got back to the hospital, tested, and then I’ll be informed of the results (hopefully) by phone later on. I took a shot with the Canon camera, of the current selection of needle-work art in my elephantine belly. The last one, the biggest, has kept its colour well as it fades slowly.

I got the kettle on and did the Health Checks. Well, well, well, the SYS has tumbled down at last. A sign that perhaps the injections will not be needed after today’s blood-test results. I sense that the INR will be about 2.9 this time. I’ve no idea why; it’s just a feeling I’ve got. Be interesting to see how far I’ll be out? The temperature showed up as just ‘Low’.

The view outside was a little bright, I thought. Then recalled how late it is in the day. I hoped that this Monday would be a lot easier on me, luck-wise.

I got the computer on, and fancy that, what a surprise, the Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet was down!

I decided that I’d get the ablutions done, so I can be all clean and sparkling for the nurse when she arrives (Hahaha!), and the internet might be back on afterwards as well.

ABLUTIONALISTICALISATIONING ACTIVITIES REPORT

  • Just as for the last four days or so now, as I got into the wet room and was stripping off, the need for a Porcelain Throne session developed. A marathon again, rock-solid, painful, and of a ginormous size.
  • I spent a while on the crosswording, while the stop-start progress caused me even more agony than yesterday’s did! Bloodletting-silent-howls! Not messy, though, and less bleeding.
  • It didn’t matter how careful and gentle I was, the first contact of the toothbrush with the molars, made me cringe with pain. Still, at least it took my mind off of the rear-quarters pain. Hehe!
  • I didn’t drop either the brush or toothpaste today!
  • The shaving started, and I soon had three cuts, several razor dropsies, and when I let the shaving-foam can drop, the blooming thing hit the seat raise and bounced back, landing right on my poor little toe!
  • The flannel, soap (3), and the aftershave bottle were dropped. No damage caused, though!

Flipping heck, the legs looked really pale and anaemic!

The ankle ulcer had died down nicely, mind you. I noticed some scratch marks on the right leg, and it was far thinner than the left one was?

It looked like the hairs were having another try at growing again? They’ll all be gone in a day or two. It’s been like this since the heart op. Still, it makes for a bit of interest.

The scars seem to be getting a little more prominent? Or perhaps with the skin being so ghostly white, the show up more?

I wouldn’t be overly surprised if, when I eventually get released from the isolationing, someone tells me I’m dead. Hahaha!

At last, I got back to the computer, and the internet was working again. Phew!

I got the Sunday blog finished. But it was hard work. Posted it off, I answered some lovely comments. Then I went on Facebooking for a while.

I found out that Sandie, the lovely lady who started the TFZ Troll Free Zone site, had passed away. We all knew she had been diagnosed with cancer. Sandra was coping well with her problems and had recently bought a new car, that she was over-the-moon with. I could not stay on the site, I was heartbroken. Even writing this blog is challenging. But, I know life must go on. Bless Sandies Memory! ♥

Some tap-tapping, knock-knocking and drill-drilling noises started. So the contractors must be getting close to doing out flats.

The door chimes rang out there ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫, tune. I hoped it would be a nurse! Hahaha! It was Josie returning the tray, plate and cutlery from her meal yesterday. She said it was nice.

I started doing some graphics on CorelDraw.

The intercom sounded and lit up – this time it was the nurse, Christina! She said she was in a hurry. But chatted while she took my blood. I showed her the state of my toenails and feet, and she rang the clinic for me to find out if I could get an appointment yet. They put her on hold, and Christina got a call on her phone.

She was needed elsewhere urgently. So she had to ring off of the phone and rush off. Life can be a swine at times!

The tap-tapping, knock-knocking, and drill-drilling noises continue, on and off, from somewhere above, and close. Can’t be helped, though!

A phone call from Jenny. She’ll ring me back. I couldn’t find any emails from the gal? She kindly ordered me some lemon bleach and lemon mousse, bless her.

I put in an order with Iceland. A few things were shown as unavailable on the web site. The most important being the lemon bleach.

They only had Domestos available. And that I consider over-priced, and rated. The Surami sticks are still not obtainable, but they had some on Shrimp flavour, which is not as good, and dearer than the fish ones. Shame!

Getting tired again now. (Poor old sausage!) I Got the potato slices in the oven cooking. Nervous, that I didn’t get delayed on my little journey, and forget about the oven being left on!

Then took down the sorted rubbish backs to the rubbish bin, and waste chute. I rather overloaded the three-wheeler guide trolley with the bags. Just as well that I forgot to take the recycling glass jars as well. I espied the new colour for the walls that the contractors are in the middle of doing. Turquoise, I think?

The lift took a while to come. Only to be expected with only one available for tenants during the day.

I got it eventually, and out into the lift lobby. Then around to the right through the caretakers’ passage and out to the bins. A caretaker kindly took the big recycling bags from me. He told me the glass recycling bin was full of alcohol empties. (Hahaha! I wasn’t surprised!) So it didn’t matter that I’d forgotten the glass jars. No point in me leaving them on the floor, cause the prowling neighbourhood yobbo-kids would only smash them. I’ll try again later in the week.

The caretaker bloke and I had a mini-natter.

He suggested they swap the industrial-sized bin, to use for the glass empties and the small one for the recycling. (Which made me larf out loud!) Haha!

As I limped back inside the flats lobby doors, I took a few photographicalisation, so we can remember what mayhem we have been put through for the last… how long is it now? Must be near three-years or more. The dang Coronavirus has played havoc. With the time-table and plans of getting the job finished.

But they are back at it again, bless ’em! It’s comforting to hear their noises, and back on the job.

Through to the lift lobby and waited patiently for the lift.

During which the one (Contractors only during the day), we are not to use, kept arriving. And some folks came in straight into the cage, without a care in the world, even gave me a funny look as I stuck to the rules and awaited the tenant’s elevator to arrive.

Then another tenant did the same thing! I even got a sneer from him! Huh! Still, it’s not for me to complain! They may have been visitors. Can’t say I’ve seen any of them before.

I got back up to the apartment and placed the trolley in the corner, with a little difficulty. And checked on the cooking in the oven, all was fine! Phew!

I got the nosh served up. The sausages (canned) had been left in the saucepan in water from the can, with added Hickory liquid smoke to season them a bit for hours. Very flavoursome, too! Beetroot, potato salad, and sliced potatoes cooked in the oven. Some red and green seedless grapes were sorted from those that had gone wrinkly and crinkled. Some fresh ones being delivered on Wednesday, I hope.

Got the washing up done, and down in the recliner, Where I had a few thoughts, about my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour-propred, Brother-in-law Pete. He goes into hospital tomorrow for his PET scan. I hope all goes well, I’ll be looking at the City Hospital Tuesday, at the time he’s due to go in, and send the lad some “Healing and hopeful thoughts through the ether!” All the very best, Pete, mate!

A late burst of sunshine came through the balcony windows. That’s the new one with the doors that do not close or lock. The feet were up on the swivel chair resting, and I took a snap of the uncut toes. But they did look in better shape than of late. I wondered why?

I remembered I’d forgot, a touch of anamesia there, to ask anyone for help from the many photographers out there, who might know. Earlier, it might even have been yesterday, I wanted to try and do one the wider photographs where you press and move the camera then press again to stop it. I used to use this before the stroke, but cannot for the life of me, remember which icon to set for it. Shaking Shaun, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicododemus’s neurotransmitters were collectively behaving well at the time, and I’d hoped to get a shot of the skyline. Not a lot of hope of holding the camera steady enough, mind. I started using each selection around the dial, but by then, the twitching and shaking had returned. Oy-oy-oy! I thought I’d ask, so I will know which one to use quickly if ever the shaker-ailments should all become calm at the same time again when the camera is handy in the kitchen. I waffled on there a bit, didn’t I, sorry. 

I got the TV on and played a Boon DVD. I was amazed that I stayed awake for the first two parts, (Mind you, it was one the better episodes, and I’d not viewed it for years) and took this photo from the chair, in celebration. Hahaha!

Next thing I remember, is waking up around four in the morning, with the remote control still on my chest, and in need of the Porcelain Throne. No waking for wee-wees then! At long last, Sweet Morpheous!

Inchcock – Sat 11 July 20: Good job I don’t suffer from Trypanophobia! Atychiphobia and Defecaloesiophobia, Yes!

TFZer Joyce

Saturday 11th July 2020

Malay: Sabtu 11 Julai 2020

04:25hrs: Over a couple of hours, I kept waking thinking, and nodding off again. This was not a reluctance to get up, as much as a desire to stay in the second-hand, c1968 recliner, where I felt safe from fears and problems. Combined with the tiredness of mammoth proportions. Even though when first stirring, I’d had at least six-hours kip? All very confusing!

(Ah, but maybe not, it could be due to all the Enoxaparin I’ve had to inject into my muscular, Adonis-like, young, fit, vibrant, healthy body?) “

My determination to resist rising and getting all active and stuff like that was a first for me. The main expergefactor that got me up from the sickeningly beige-coloured, not working recliner, was the need for a wee-wee. (That bit is customary for me, Hehe!) I was up and on my agonising feet, without any accidents at all. I painfully hobbled my way to the wet room.

I had to accinge to micturate this time. For it was, unfortunately, an RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee. Followed by a most stubborn and lengthy period of Post-Micturition dribbling. This made me have to change into new PPs. The old ones had a sign that didn’t cheer me up any, Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking blood overnight. I didn’t do any cleaning up or medicating at the time, for it had dried, and I was lucky to get the old PPs off, without breaking the crusting, and thought better of making it worse still. The medicationalisationing of this area is something I have to look forward to yet. Thunderglobberisations!

I had a good clean up and wiped the contact surfaces with antiseptic. Then I got the Enoxaprinisationing dealt with.

I cunningly placed the Nikon on the airing grid, where I keep the Enoxaparin, contaminated sharps bin and paperwork. And took a photo (Sorry about showing my bulbous, Buddha Belly) as I injected myself. Clever, eh? All went well. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I seemed to be in a photographers-mode artistically (For some unknown reason). I placed the emptied hypodermic on the edge of a counter and put myself in front of it, thus having the steadier left hand free, to click the Nokia with.

Then took a snap of myself as I was placing the needle into the yellow Sharps Box.

Then I filled in the details in the City Care log. Then got the Health Checks done. 

Oh, bloomin’ ‘ecky thump! Just look at the SYS and DIA readings!

I wonder if this is because I took the reading after doing the injection? I usually do it the other way around, BP first? Mmm! I’ll do a Google search to find out if I can. Hang on, back in a bit!

I’m glad I looked now. Got this bit of relative-to-me info about side-effects:

  1. An increased potential risk for dangerous protracted bleeding. (Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding?)
  2. Impaired haemostasis, including thrombocytopaenia (usually considered safe to give if platelets>50). (Well, I do have venous thromboembolic diseases, including Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis?)
  3. A recent ischaemic stroke (usually considered safe to give 1 month after the stroke) (Well, I do suffer from venous thrombosis (phlebitis) (Yes, I have Venous thrombosis [phlebitis])
  4. Uncontrolled severe hypertension (systolic BP> 200mmHg, diastolic BP> 100 mmHg)
  5. Diabetic retinopathy. (Well, I have just been diagnosed early last month as being diabetic?)
  6. Recent neuro- or ophthalmic surgery. (Well, this doesn’t ring any bells?)

I’m in the team for the first five side-affects. I’m glad that number four pointed out the systolic BP> 200mmHg, diastolic BP> 100 mmHg, not that I understand it all, mind you.

But the mention of Systolic BP and 200mmHg relates to today’s reading. Maybe?

I’ll look it up and try to find out just what it means. Okay, now I’m sorry I looked it up. I’ve not got the foggiest idea what it all means, so, best for me to forget it and not to do self-research on the web again! (But, I bet I will do!) I just don’t have the literacy to understand things enough. What with my dyscalculia, and since the stroke, arithmophobia. Hehehe! Shame!

I wonder if the prescriptions will arrive today, as promised by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store? I sense they might. But I’ve been wrong before!

I took the medications and got a calling from the suddenly rumbling innards for the Porcelain Throne being needed. So, hasty-hobble to the wet room.

Aha, a better session this time! Admittedly things took a while to kick-off. But when the action started, it was so much quicker and far less painful than it has been of late.

Although, I was nearly caught out by a late arrival of an after-torpedo, that noisily clunked out into the bowl unexpectedly! Luckily I had not moved as I was deep into the crossword book at the time. Phew! A smidge of bleeding, but not messy or over-odorous!

Cleaned things up, and off to the computer. Where I got very-belatedly on with updating the Friday post. Which took hours to finish. Better late than never? Got the link sent off. Only about five wee-wees were taken during these hours, all of the RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) variety.

Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and ate few seedless grapes.

Then set up a pose to photograph the poor toes and feet. I took it with the flash on, with the Nikon and it came out pretty much as the eye saw it through the lens-viewer for once. The excessive colouring, I put down to the flash being used.

The pain from the toes was worse than yesterday, and the right-foot Hallux Rigidus toe was starting to hide behind the other, digits! (Not so Rigidus nowadays, Haha!) The right big toe was painful when I tried to pull it away from under the next toe. Not good this, just what I needed, something else to give me grief! Globblegripes!

I went onto the WordPress reader for a while. Then caught up so very late, on Facebooking.

Then sudden fatigue arrived (So early in the day as well!) I’d better get the nosh going before I fall asleep. But no, I must not fall asleep at all, the prescriptions should be arriving. Confusionablities Reigns!

As I got in the hallway, I actually heard a plopping sound and went to investigate. Aha, it was the belated INR test results for the last two Vampire Nurse visits. They were for the 7th & 9th June. Next one on Monday. INR level, the 9th, 1.3, and the 10th 1.8, so on the way back up again. I envisage that my Monday, it will be within range and the Enoxaparin injections will cease. (He mutters, full of confidence. Haha!)

I took this snap from the kitchenette window, for two reasons. One, to show you why I keep mentioning the view-blocking status of the windows. The old ones, which were great, unlike these so-called upgraded ones, didn’t let the rain in, had just one sheet of glass to clean, and a 180° turn around for cleaning, the new ones have three panes of glass that cannot be reached by those of us with disabilities for washing. The designers who thought these unreachable to clean, light and view-blocking, thick-frames windows were suitable for elderly folks. The designers just must have been gerontophobia (hatred or fear of the elderly) sufferers! Sorry, got carried away there! Hehehe!

I spent a lot of time preparing this meal. It looked and smelt goodish. Once served up, I almost hastened to the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken-not-working rickety recliner. Put something on TV that had subtitles, and started to tuck into the meal!

A sausage and mouthful of potato salad later (15 seconds), the intercom chimed out. It was a lady volunteer, bless her, bringing me the prescriptions from the dentist. Great timing! Ah, I wrote the dentist; I meant Chemist. (Toothache Thomas on my mind!) Sorry! Fancy that, me making a mistake (Hahaha!)

I thanked her muchly for her kindness in helping me out.

They had sent a new Sharps Bin, and I tried to get the lid to fit on it. After several tries and dropping it a few times, I decided to get back to the fodder-eating duties and try the lid again later. Tsk!

Despite it going rather gone cold now, I ate up all of the meal. Still gave it a 6/10 for the Taste-Rating. Then got the pots washed, again a few dropsies, plenty of mess to clean up, but no injuries or breakages. Smug-Mode-Engaged! The view through the kitchen window, well, hanging perilously out of the window, was gorgeous. Look at those cloud formations! Bootiful!

I then got the Enoxaparin injection tended to.

For some reason, the needles hurt going in tonight. Methinks with Shaking Shaun already having made me drop a few items in the past hour, and make mistakes in the typing earlier, he may have had a min-bash at me as I was depressing the pushrod on the hypodermic?  I did a bit of rearranging in the old waste bin and made some room to get more in. Smug-Mode-Adopted again! Hehe!

I got the Nottingham Care sheets updated in the folder.

I took the medications and treated the various parts of my magnificent, manly, youthful, honed and toned body in need of it.

I got settled down back into the £300, secondhand, c1968, none-operational, rickety recliner, and turned on the TV, with the headphones on. I was soon off in the land of Sweet Morpheous!

But not for long, I sprang awake thinking I’d been in the land of Nod for hours and realised it had only been for a couple of minutes. Grufflemoan! And was, I thought, in need of the Porcelain Throne. All the signs were there, the sharp innards stabbings, the escapages of little puffs of wind from the rear end, etc.

So I climbed out of the recliner, caught my balance, grabbed the walking stick and off to the wet room – Stubbing my toe against the Ottoman en route! Argh!

No time for self-moaning over the pain, I was sure I was at risk of a major embarrassment, and would not make it to the Throne in time! I dropped the PPs going through the door, and landed with a thud on the seat… and waited, had a go at the crossword book, bided my time, waited, whistled, picked my nose, and ended up praying for some action, movement or activity from the rear quarters. But it was not to be. Whatever was inside the innards wanting to be released, felt rock solid, and apart from a weak unwilling wee-wee, and some passing of wind, nothing moved!

I’d been caught out like this before. A week or two ago, in the same situation, I got up to return to wherever I was, and ‘things’ started, and I did not make it back to the wet room in time! Jolly disconcerting and embarrassing! So, I held my ground, and started on the crosswording as I waited, and waited, and waited! Nope, nothing moved!

I decided to take a sachet of Macrogol. Off to the kitchen, glad I did now, the evening sun-down view was great!

I made myself a spring water and orange cordial drink. Ate a few seedless grapes and returned to the £300, c1968 recliner.

I’m taking it that I fell asleep almost straight away. Because there are no memories available to draw on in the grey-cells box. Hey-ho!

Inchcocksi – Friday 10th July 2020: Soliloquizing helped me through the day. But I got a little nattering session in!

TFZer Lyzzi

Friday 10th July 2020

Croatian: Petak, 10 Srpnja 2020 Godine

 03:30hrs: Rose awkwardly from the c1968 recliner, and utilised the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). Well, it took that long, I feared that I’d get a telegraph from the Queen, so long did I stand there tinkling away, at the LDYSSM (Long-Dribbling-Yet-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon) evacuation!

I had a mini-thought-storm, and afterwards, a period of anamesia. But could I recall what it was that was so important to remember? No! Well, not for a while.

I poddled to the kitchen, a precarious job this morning, the balance was not good at all. I took my time purposely. (This often happens a few hours after injecting the Enoxaparin) In hopes of avoiding any toppling over’s. Then I had to return to the bucket again, for a wee-wee of the same type. But the colour had changed from the one five-minutes earlier? A pretty orange tinge to this one. I took the EOGPB back with me to get it cleaned and disinfected.

The first job, I thought I’d get the morning’s Enoxaparin Injectionaliscalisationing done.

For some reason, I could not remember which side I stabbed last night. I don’t think it is over-serious whichever. I cleverly (for me, I thought), Got the Nokia, no, the Nikon set up on the airer where the injection kit and log-book is located.

Which meant I could get myself in front of the camera, and free the left hand to click the camera, thus saving using the naughty Peripheral Neuropathy’d right hand. The pictures came out alright, and this kept me wasting a lot of time, in taking a multitude of shaky, blurred useless photos, before getting some usable. I got a bit of word-blindness and confused there.

I got the needle in the yellow box and updated the log folder.

Aha, I remembered what it was I couldn’t recall earlier, the Iceland delivery was coming twixt 8>10:00hrs.  I must get the ablutions done soon again, so I can be sure of hearing the intercom ringing when he arrives.

Back to the kitchenette, did the Health Checks. The Sys is very high again, Humph! Temperature with the ear-hole thermometer was a much healthier 36.4°c.  Got the mushrooms in the crock-pot and made a brew of Extra-Strong Assam.

I started on this blog up to here, then went on to finalise the Thursday blog. Facebooking for a while, then I sent off the links. 

: Off to get the ablutions done. A good job I went early, cause I was delayed by the Woodthorpe Court Gremlins, causing me all sorts of problems. And that was with having a shower! Knacklewrangles!

Ablution Session Report:

  • I had to utilise the Porcelain Throne first. Rock-hard, it took ages and was bloody. (I did get a few answers in the crossword, though!)
  • The flush took me many efforts to clear things!  
  • The teeth cleaning, of course, set-off Toothache Thomas.  
  • I lost count of the dropsies when shaving. I counted up to ten of them, then gave up.
  • I got five nicks and a cut shaving!
  • I dropped the after-shave bottle, having mixed fortunes with this. It landed in the waste bin, so it didn’t break.
  • But en-route it bounced off of my left patella! And I hit the right shoulder against the sink going down to retrieve it!
  • Thus, Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley has woken up to give me some hassle! Grumph!
  • After this, the dropsies really did, take off! The soap, liquid (1), and tablet (4)! The flannel (2), then towel (2).
  • The Medicationing went better; this cheered me up.
  • Well, apart from my dropping Harold’s Haemorrhoid tube twice.
  • The ankle-ulcer looked like it was getting ready to erupt again—no chance of seeing a podiatrist for getting any help.
  • Then, it had to happen, I’ve not done this for a few days now; Carrying things as I left the wet room, I misjudged the gap, and gave my right elbow a crunching-clout on the door frame! Gangleboggleisations!
  • The legs and knees were looking far betterer. A bit of meat back on them both, and they were nearly the same size and shape as each other!
  • In fact, the skin all over the magnificent body of mine, (Inchcock Lie Detected!) looked to have regained some, not a lot, fair enough, but a modicum of colour? Hahaha!

I got dressed fully, without any further mishaps. I was off to the kitchen to check on the mushrooms. I turned off the heat, they looked about done now.

The morning had brightened a smidge. I took these shots left, ahead and to my right.

Onto the computer to get a template done, and get this blog started.

A few hours later, Iceland Stores delivery had not arrived. Then I realised it was only 09:30hrs, so there’s still 30 minutes of the window left.

I went on CorelDraw and Paint, to make up some page-head graphics.

As the rain came down again. It didn’t stop for long this time; ten minutes later, it had stopped. And the sun broke through occasionally.

The door chimes burst forth with there Dusty Springfield tune of ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫. Iceland food delivery had arrived. I thanked the chap and slipped him a can of G&T in thanks.

He put the bags through the door for me, so all I had to do was take them into the kitchen.

I have to admit, for the life-of-me, I couldn’t remember ordering another great-big bag of Cheese Quavers? The most significant amount of things were the new 4-roll packs of Kitchen Towels.

I tried one last time, and they are on offer. They are perfect for soaking up shaving blood, and they do not irritate Little Inchies fungal lesion when used to apply the Cortisone cream. Also, for applying Harold Haemmorhoids cream, and for blowing one’s nose on! Hahaha! Just the right size.

I got the fridge, freezer and cupboards overflowing after putting them away.

Went to get a ready-made, one that I did earlier, bottle of spring water and orange cordial, and notice how the sky had cleared up of mist and rain.

Back to the computer again, I’m determined to make time for some graphics done!

I’d forgot to take the black bags to the waste chute, a dodgy trip. The contractor decorators were in the lift foyer and chute room. Well, they weren’t actually, but the wet paint signs were not noticed by yours-truly, as they had not been put up yet. Hehehe! No problem, the paint came off of the trousers, slippers, and fingers quickly enough, it was that thin.

Back to the computer, and took another shot through the balcony. The rain had stopped again, and a bit of brightness threatened.

On CorelDraw once more.

Gawd, I suddenly feel not so good. I can hardly keep my eyes open. Better get summat to eat while I can.

Peas, potatoes and mushrooms, Surami prawns, fish in batter strips, with fish sauce vinegar. Flavour Rating 5/10. Apart from the fish, that I’d over-cooked, the mushrooms I’d undercooked. The Surimi prawn that I had not defrosted fully, the bitter taste of the garden peas, some of the Egyptian seedless grapes that had gone mouldy inside. Oh, and stabbing myself with the knife, it wasn’t too bad. Knockersworthyness! (A No-confidence Scenario emerging).

I injected the Enoxaparin and filled in the record log-folder.

I was still feeling so tired, but I had to stay awake, for the Amazon disinfectant delivery, and a possible visit from the After-Stroke lady.

I phoned Riechsfuhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana and asked if she could find out about my prescription delivery for me, please, as I only have two days’ supply left. Also, the yellow Sharps bin was over full with the used needles. She kindly said she would and will phone me back.

I got seated down, with Law & Order to view on the box, that has subtitles on it. Meaning, I shall not have the headphones on. So, providing I do not nod-off, I should have a chance of hearing the intercom or door chimes. Deana called back, the prescriptions should be arriving Saturday or Sunday. She has some paperwork and will deliver it later. Thank you!  

Deana arrived and left some paperwork for me. We managed a couple of minutes worth of ‘precious-to-me nattering’, and departed, me thanking her.

As you can see, there was a fair amount of reading, digesting, and decision making to be done. Not up to it at the moment, too tired!

When, how, and will I remember, are variables anticipated. Munggleblonks!

Not that I do not appreciate the caring enough to ask us what our preferences are. No, that shows a rare empathy. But at my age, state of health bodily and mentally, it’s taking me all my time and concentration, in just getting through and coping with my problems daily, without adscititious headwork needed.

I got down again and nodded off too quickly, I’m afraid! I woke in need of a wee-wee and heard the intercom as I was on the way to the wet room again. (Lucky that was!) This disappointing disinfectant delivery had arrived!

I’m getting a collection of many empty boxes now that will need sorting out. Tsk!

I couldn’t resist having a look at, smelling, and trying out the new ‘Fresh Lemon’, costly disinfectant.  I poured some into my disinfectant spray bottle and squirted some in a kitchenette waste bin. Where the lemon scent was, I don’t know. My tired nose could not detect any at all! Even stuck my snozzle into the 5litre bottle and no aroma of lemon there at all? So much for my plans of using it in the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), and the toilet tank. So sad!

Still, if this warns any of my many hundreds of readers of the lemonless disinfectant, it’s worth mentioning, so both readers can be aware. Hehe!

This was a foreign time to me, staying up this late. After the hours of struggling to stay awake, I would have thought it would mean my getting down and drifting off swiftly… But, no!

The Thought-Storms began. Cringleblastitt!

Inchcockum – Thursday 9th July 2020: Enoxaparin Injections to Continue – Amazon Delivery – Upsurge in Coronavirus in Nottingham. Oh, dearie me!

TFZers Jillie

Thursday 9th July 2020

Dutch: Donderdag 9 Juli 2020

01:30hrs: I was having a dream about my being chased in tunnels underground again! I found a small cave and hid in it; it was a harem. I woke up spreadeagled all over the £300, c1968, second-hand, not-working, sickenly beige-coloured recliner! The quilt had been thrown over the swivel chair, the bottle of spring water was on the floor along with the camera and Enoxaparin-filled box of needles, the toes were stinging something rotten. I mused, over why?

: Soon, my childish interest in the unfathomable waned. When, as I straightened my embarrassingly bulbous-bellied body, and caught my little finger on the arm of the chair (Again!). It didn’t half hurt! I fear this is the start of rheumatics in the fingers now. The skin looked rather pale this morning. As if I needed something else to help me drop things! Cragknockers!

I launched myself off of the recliner, caught by dodgy balance, grabbed the stick, and made my way to the kitchenette. Slowly and carefully, I might add. For my EQ had warned me to, that was good enough for me!

I got the kettle on, nipped for a wee-wee of a surprising RPOD (Reluctant-Painful-Orange-Dribbling) variety.

Washed the dandies, got the kettle on, and took the morning medications.

I had to have a think through on whether I needed to do an Enoxaparin injection or not. But with the INR nurse coming again today for the blood sample, I think not. Got the BP taken. The body temp was 82.5°f. Made the brew and left it to cool down, I don’t want the Toothache to get any worse.

Then, I took a shot of the poor right legs, uncut toes! Not a pretty sight! Hehe!

I started to update the Wednesday blog, and this took me ages! Concentration was lacking this morning, mistakes with the help and without the help of Shuiddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters failing. I struggled through, and before checking it, I got the crock-pot in use, to make another of the beef stews. The beef in first, with some vegetable and beef gravy seasonings. Added some red onions, sliced and without any blood being spilled (Smug-Mode-Adopted!). A few Piccolo tomatoes, and as a silly after-thought, I added some Stubbs Hickory liquid smoke. I fear this may prove to be a mistake, but it’s too late now. Unglefrogwogglings!

Then,  after a wee-wee, I made up a template for this diary. Went on the WordPress reader. Checked the nosh again, all looking good, took a photo of the now misty and raining view. It’s been drizzling on and off all morning.

Then off to get the ablutions tended to.

It was a little early, but with my going without a shower for two mornings now, I just had to have one. And before the time for the nurse to arrive.

Very few dropsies this session in the wet room, I reckon about six. A dizzy in the shower, and a couple of cuts shaving. Toothache Thomas was bad. Overall though, a decent result.

Checked the Emails, and Amazon now tells me that the Dettol and Lemon disinfectants will not be arriving today after all, but tomorrow before 20:00hrs! I bet it changes again! Splerminescence! However, the Hoisin sauce will be arriving today, before 22:00hrs. Ha! Tracked it, and it looks to me like it should be here this afternoon or teatime. Which is bedtime for me, usually? (He spouts confidently!)

I spent some time catching up on the WordPress Comments. Then went onto Facebooking. The nurse is due about now (09:30hrs). She told me she’d be here on twixt 08:00 & 10:00hrs. Well, it’s 10:50hrs now, no nurse yet.

The phlebotomy nurse arrived fifteen minutes later. She was with me for about five minutes. Obviously, the gal was in a rush. But kept pleasantness about her. And had to press-on, with her being all behind on her roster. Thank you, M’am.

I got an update on Nottingham’s Coronavirus status. It was not good! Oh, dear!

I made some graphics up on CorelDraw. I was checking on the nosh in between.

Nosh prepping, got spuds in oven. I finished one graphic and then served up the nosh.

Half-way through it, and the intercom chimed and flashed.

I did a toe-stubbing on the way to the machine. I gritted my teeth and muttered a few curses under my breath. Grampshackle-Globberisations!

An Amazon delivery had arrived. It was the Dettol Lavender & Orange oil medicated disinfectants, all six bottles! I got them checked and put away, leaving one out to use, under the sink.

Thanked the chap and slipped him a can of G&T. I’m glad I got these now, what with a possibility, nay, expectancy, of a Coronovavirus re-lockdown in Nottingham.

Back to the food, and finished off the rest of the meal. A flavour rating of 8/10 for this one. I got the pots and pans washed up, and found something on TV, erm…Law & Order it was, with subtitles to watch without the use of the headphones. There was a chance of the Hoisin Sauce being delivered, so I had the task of staying awake until it arrived.

Krucklebads! I fell asleep! When I woke up, I wondered if I’d missed the delivery, so went in hopes of finding the box at the front door outside. Well, well, well! There was the box Hoisin, on the floor! Phew!

Plastic bottles this time, which suited old fumble-fingers here down to the ground! Sorting out the bottles, well, I stuck them in the corner. Then I noticed last nights used Enoxaparin needle. I’ll get it in the yellow Contaminated Sharps box, and went in the front (junk) room, and promptly fell asleep again.

The landline lit up and flashed, “Aha, I said to myself” (well I was the only person present, Hehe!) that will be the Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin clinic with the results of this mornings rest. It was.

Julie, who explained the INR, was still too low, at 1.8, (3.5 targetted) and I must keep on with injecting two Enoxaparins a day until Monday night. The Warfarin Doses are to be:

Tonight x3, Fri x3, Sat & Sun 2½ tablets. And the next blood test will be on Monday. I thanked her muchly, then set about the self-inoculating procedures.

All done, I realised I’d not had a chance to ask the nurse about the Sharps Bin getting full. Humph! Well, she was very busy and in a rush.

I filled in the record log with what I’d done and took the evening medications.

I hadn’t noticed before, but on the cover of the log folder, were contact names and telephone numbers. I’ll get these in the Diary just in case I ever need them. Not that I can hear what they are saying over the phone, it’s even worse now the Audio Clinic is in lock-down, and getting hearing aid batteries is nigh-on impossible. I’m not allowed on buses; physically, things are that bad, I can’t walk too far, never mind getting to the Clinic, which is closed anyway.

So, why am I rambling on? There is an answer to that question. But it will most-likely involve words like; senescence, senility, senectitude, Ethonomia, septuagenarian and bonkersness. So, it’s best, perhaps if I do not try to find it!

I went to get a drink of spring water, and it was pelting down outside. As I took a picture with the Nikon camera, I noticed in the dead-end street ahead of me, were two gentlemen, Socially distanced in the middle of the road having a natter.

The circle in the top photo shows roughly the zoomed-in area, I took the second snap of, below. But in this rain! I take it they were both pluviophiles. They must have been soaked to the skin. Yet I wish I could have been out there with them! I was quite pleased with the Nokia pictures, considering the weather.

Hours beyond my head-down time now. I fear not getting up in time for my Iceland delivery in the morning.

Hey-Ho!

Inchcockski – Wed 8 July 2020: Involuntary self-harming seemed a popular divertissement today. Shlimazel!

TFZers, Janet , Harry, Meritt & Inchcock

 

Wednesday 8th July 2020

Gujarati: બુધવાર 8 મી જુલાઈ 2020

I had little sleep, (effects of the Exonarin) up eight or so times for a wee-wee! Each one a waste of time, SWI (Sprinkly-Weak-Itchy) affair. Eventually, on the last needed while in the recliner, at 03:00hrs, Little Inchies fungal lesion started bleeding, so off to the wet room and wince-making job of cleaning and medicating. The uncut toenails and trying to walk without too much pain from them and the feet was not an easy task. I came close to having a tumble en route, thanks to Dizzy Dennis. Cragangles!

Still, all bleeding free, cleaned and medicated now. Eowskibungles! Hehehe!

I took a snap of the morning view, using the Aperture Priority option. Not brilliant but it’ll have to do.

I had to nip back to the wet room for yet another SWI (Sprinkly-Weak-Itchy) wee-wee. I got the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) disinfected and left it near the computer, in anticipation of the wee-wees continuing all day. Humph!

The knuckle on the right hand was more lumpy and just as tender today. But it was still keeping a safe social distance from the other fingers. Hehehe!

I tended to the medicationalisationing first.

With my ever-reliable Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, not having any 100mg Enoxaparin-fille hypos, I now have to stick in two by 40mg needles. (They do it on purpose you know, they hate me!)

Still, it will be interesting to see the different shapes of the scars, this time. More Art that the Tate Gallery is missing out on! It’s not as if I want a lot, £100 a photo? Hehehe!

The little yellow Contaminated Waste Box will soon be overfilled. I’ll have to mention this to whichever Dracula Nurse calls to take the extra blood sample, tomorrow. I must remember that tonight it is 2½ Warfarins, and one Enoxaparin injection, and must resist taking any extra Codeines for the toothache, the lady said in last night telephone call. I’ve forgotten why, but am sure she said this.

I got the Health Checks done. The sys is creeping up again.

The earhole body temperature came up as ‘Low’, but I wasn’t quick enough to catch the figure.

I took a snap of the pained old uncut, warped, gnarly, cringeworthy, discommodious, Howard-Hughes-like, tender, itchy, painful pinkies.

The thought of getting them cut and the ulcer bled. The inflamed, hard skin that effectuates fears of a return of the Tinea Pedis. I’m sure that many other residents must be in the same boat. Good luck to us all! Of course, if all these places I need access to being reopened; the hearing clinic, the opticians, the dentist, etc., will have one hell of a waiting list by then. So, I’m not getting my hopes up too much! (Ha! Me? Getting hopes up? It’s not natural!)

Toothache Thomas suddenly got worse for some reason. That cheered me up! And I can’t take any Codienes! Claptickleisations!

Made a start on yesterday’s blog updating. This cost me a lot of time and frustrations. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was in a decent enough mood, but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters kept failing and working. This delayed things and got me in a tizzy.

I barely got the job done in time for the Ablutions to be tackled, so I would be available for the Iceland delivery.

I checked the status of the kitchen first, to make sure I’d not left taps running, lights on, or the stove on, then set off for the wet room. The first one in ‘Auto’, the second in Aperture Priority. Much difference?

The Ablutionisationing went fair enough. A few dropsies. No Shower, too early. A nick or two when shaving, Toothache Thomas raging, when I cleaned the teggies. The worst thing was as I was getting dressed, I lost my balance getting the PPs on, and went over, hitting the Sock-Glide, knocking it off of the shower stool, and continued to the floor, with the damned glide following me down!

No, I apologise, I was wrong about this being the worst bit – getting back up after was the hardest and most painful. Gragnackles! I put some Phorpain on the new bruises that I could reach, made a brew to let go cool before drinking, and got on with the writing of this blog.

The intercom chimed and flashed. It was Iceland’s driver-delivery. The chap arrived and dropped the carriers through the door for me. Well, he put then in the middle of the door runner for me. I had a job holding open the door to move them inside. The bloke looked a little frazzled and mentioned how busy he was. So I thanked him and slipped him a can of G&T.

I took the bags through to the kitchen for sorting out. Knocking the cloth airing over as I misjudged the gap available. (You find this easier and easier to do this when you’ve got Peripheral Neuropathy Tsk!)

I got the fridge food sorted first. Beetroot salad, mushrooms, red onions, skinless sausages, pork & pickle min pies, brown bread thins, new potatoes, and potato salad. Got them into the fridge, just enough room.

Then the freezer products. I’d got some Special Price smoked Haddock fillets, and Fish in batter with salt & vinegar flavouring. But the offer meant me having to buy three if each. I did so in the knowledge that a certain lady would make use of a pack of each. This worked out lovely, I’d just got room for the other frozen stuff to fit in. I phoned the lady to tell her I was coming down with the fodder for her attentions. And anything she wanted to do with them as alright with me. I know the food will be made good use of.

I took them, and what a performance it was getting down as well! With tenants not supposed to use the left Contractor dedicated cage (understandably so), but the right cage was stuck on floor 13 and not moving. Repeatedly the left cage arrived, and I kept pressing a button and getting out, in hopes that the right side cage will be freed. In the end, I had to get in it!

I dropped the bag off and returned to the lifts. The right one still on floor 13! In the end, I had to use the naughty left one again. Horrible guilty feeling!

I got back to the apartment eventually. Haha! I’d also ordered some Peri-Peri salt, I’ve never had it before. As I put the cupboard goods away, I stuck my finger in the pot of salt, to try the taste of it. Blimey, it was hot!

I got back to doing this post. Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and had another wee-wee. Washed the dandies, and got the meal prepped. I got the diced beef in the slow-cooker, adding some gravy granules and veg pot seasoning. Later I added some sliced red onions, garden peas, potatoes and

I searched Amazon for some cheaper Dettol Lavender disinfectant and Zoflora lemon. The one’s I searched for last week were all too expensive.

I found these on the right, all at a much better price than earlier. The Dettol worked out a little below £3 each for 6 of them. The lemon disinfectant, a 5l size was £16, and the Hoisin sauce also at £3 a bottle. So I ordered one of each. They should be arriving on Friday they tell me.

I injected the last of the 100ml ExonaparinsChecked on the progress of the crockpot stew.

The food was almost ready now. A quick wee-wee (surprising, I know, Haha!), then I’ll get the nosh prepped! Went to wash my hands, and when I got back to the kitchen, I spotted this smoke coming from the Basford area.

The smoke looked to be clean and white, so hopefully, it was not a house fire. Fingers crossed!

I turned my attention to getting the fodder sorted out, and the landline rang and flashed. It was a nurse from the Phlebotomy Vampire Crew (Haha!). She told me she would be calling in the morning to take another INR blood test. I thanked her and made a note on the calendar.

Back to the preparing of the meal, to satisfy my phagomania.

This stew came out better than I expected it to. I’ve got another pack of the diced beef to have tomorrow, but I won’t be putting any of the Peri-Peri salt in it.

Tasty, flavoursome and filling. With a couple of little Viennese biscuits and a pot of lemon mousse to follow. Taste-Worthiness- Rating: 8.0/10.

Took the evening medications. And settled to watch a ‘Boon’ DVD. Ah, nostalgia! I turned off the DVD player and TV when I started to nod off and wake again repeatedly.

I think I started to have a dream about my being chased in an underground tunnel. Next thing I remember was the knees hitting the carpet when I dropped onto the floor from the recliner, clouting my poor right-hand little finger on the arm of the chair, right on the swollen knuckle? What-Who-When-Why-How?

I’m so glad there is no CCTV in the flat. Even I had to laugh at my antics to get back up into the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, that has seemed to have ejected me? Clambering back like climbing a mountain, with a few slide-backs, and spreading about of the cushion and quilt. The farce took away all the pain that I should have felt but didn’t.

Another mystery of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission? 

As I sat there, calming myself down, I looked at the clock, but could not read it? Aha, where are my spectacles?

I spied them on the carpet a few feet away from where my muscular, highly tuned, healthy, Adonis-like, young, fit, desirable to women, six-foot-plus, power-house of a body,  had landed from the fall off of the chair. Hehehe! 

Luckily, I had the picker-upperer laying on the next chair and utilised it to retrieve the spectacles.  And they were not broken, although a scratch or two on the left lens was annoying me!

More good news, all the noctambulistic diving off of the recliner and the ensuing kerfuffling about, did not disturb my getting back to sleep! Wogigj. Mind you, the knees were giving me a bit of grief.

Yee-Ha!