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

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Sunday 23rd June 2019

Estonian: Pühapäev, 23 Juni 2019

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On to the TFZer Facebooking next.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inchcock Today – Friday 21st June 2019: The Canon Camera conked – battery dead! A bit like me, then! Hehe!

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Friday 21st June 2019

Hausa: Jumma’a 21 Yuni 2019 

04:40hrs: I woke again requiring a wee-wee. Extracted the Falstaffian shaped body from the clutches of the almost antique, £300, second-hand, grotty beige coloured, c1968, rickety recliner, got my balance and walking stick, and limped to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and partook in a SSWW (Swift-Short-Sharp-Wee-wee).

5Fri001The masticated and well-stubbed big right toe was looking a little less tender, but it was still painful all the same.

Made a brew, then got on with updating the Thursday blog. Not so many photographs.

And the absence, or should say, only occasional peripheral neurosis dancing hand and fingers, helped a lot.

5Fri004WD 250.70.5 I tore off the wrapper of some foil cooking trays and got the tiniest, teensy-weensy, piffling, cut on the end of the right index finger. I could not understand why it hurt so much. Then it dawned, obviously the Axonotmesis, and Peripheral neuropathy dying nerves were not too happy with my accifauxpas. Tsk!

I got on the computer to continue with the updating of the post. The jumping fingers and little cut were both being bothersome again. Blow it!

I finished off and posted the blog to WordPress, then took the medications, did the health checks, and made a brew of Glengettie.

A change then, now I am having RWPSWWs (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wees). Changing all the time today?

To the Porcelain Throne. Messy and a lot of evacuation material was evacuated. (Hehe!)5Fri005

I made another brew and risked leaning out of the unwanted light & View blocking, multi-glass-panes needing cleaning that I can’t even reach. With a wide outside ledge that needs the use of the stepladders (Risky in my state of health and physical condition!) And blocks the view of Chestnut Way below. That the old windows allowed, so we can look for emergency vehicles coming on site – to make up for some of us not being able to hear the fire alarm when it goes off.

Time to get the a5Fri007blutions done and get ready to go out. Which only produced one minuscule shaving cut (hardly worth mentioning really), and the slightest of toe-stubbing against the shower-seat metal leg, that made me jump a bit. A few more spots and papsules were showing up.

WD 250.70.5  Overall, the most copacetic and agreeable scrub-up session for a while. Despite the tummy being a tad more firm and 5Fri006swollen, with the heart op scars showing vividly. To me, anyway?

Oh, and a lot of itching on the stomach too?

Well pleased with things so far today. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, perhaps, don’t you think? Hmm!

WD 250.70.5 Looking at this photo much later in the day, and think I might be developing a third chin! Haha! while I was taking it, the battery-critical message kept coming up, I had to try several times before it took the picture. How or why this happened, I don’t know. I’m pretty sure I topped up the battery just a few days ago. Canon batteries, Does anyone have a similar short-life problem with theirs? Mind you, I have been taking a good few shots lately… Oh, I don’t know! There was not time to charge it now!

I was faffling about so much, making up the black bags for the chute, getting things in the pockets and bag, I soon found I had to hurry things along a bit, to avoid being late for the bus. As I left the flat, with four bags on top of the three-wheeled trolly-guide, Josie exited her flat. I asked if 13:00hrs tomorrow would be alright for her dinner to be delivered, but the poor gal was in a bit of a state, she seemed to be a little panicky. I didn’t get an answer, Josie just told me she has to go, she had an emergency going. This concerned me, and I asked if there was anything I could do to help, but she shot-off as the lift arrived. I hope things are alright for her. I’ll try to see her again later when I get back.

I dropped the sacks down the waste chute, and went down and got outside on Chestnut Walk, on my way to the bus stop. It was here that I realised I had not got a camera with me! Not that it was so bad, with the battery dying on me anyway. Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

At the bus stop was a line of nine folks in a row, some sat others stood. As I walked along to the end of the orderly passengers’ queue, I greeted each one with a cheery ‘Good morning!’ I got two replies, and one was a grunt! I listened as best I could to the conversations that were milling about, and eventually Cyndy said good morning to me, as the bus arrived. Bless her! Penny ask how I was! One lady Doreen did not look very well and was a little quiet. I hope she will be okay. Most people got off in Sherwood, I bade each farewell as I sat with the trolley on a side-saddle seat. I got two replies and one customary grunt. Haha!

Penny, Doreen, and Mary stayed on until Arnold with me. A chinwag ensued. 

I got off the bus last and went, and went into Asda (Walmart) in search of some Quorn Hot Dog Sausages on offer. But they did not have any. I soon had more than enough things to fill the shoulder bag and trolley bag too. I got some snack packs, sliced mushrooms, a milk roll bread, iced-lollies, mini-swiss rolls. On offer, some battered fishcakes, Asa clearance price battered fish and fish fingers. I paid at the self-serve checkouts. Only £10.75. As I am not having any food delivered next week. Paid and left, with the bus not due for twenty minutes, I went into the Fulton Foods shop to look for any bargains. Hehehe! I came out with some Drip-Drop mints, I can use for nibbles, and some more battered fishcakes at 6 for a pound!

The clouds kept going dark, but no rain fell. Penny and Margaret got on, but they wisely sat far away from me, and the conversation was awkward, not that we didn’t try. Hahaha! Doreen and Sheila got on in Sherwood. 

I got off of the bus last again, and Penny kindly gave Doreen a hand, and we walked back to the flats together.

In the flat, a wee-wee of the UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee) variety, many of them followed, and go the nosh away. 

On the computer to update this blog. Easier today, with not having taken any pictures while I was out. Humph!

Mail had been delivered. Age UK Insurance, I called the 345 number to renew the policy, and a recorded voice got me all confused with its explanations and descriptions, and it took ages to get through to a human being (I think?). Eventually, they took the order and said it will be seven working days, and I should receive a copy of the contract and I must go through the details on it, to make sure every item is correct. Hey-ho! A least I heard most of what was said, a good line.

5Fri24Got all caught up with the post, and got the dinner going. A right dollop of delight and I ate it all, plus some cheesy nibbles afterwards!

Potato Gratins with Leicestershire red cheese added on top, pod peas, mushrooms, tomatoes, pollack in batter, and a few Choisin crisps.

A Limoncello dessert, and spring water as well! Gannet!

Josie called, she is going to go out on stately-home visit on Saturday with some relatives, so I will not need to make and deliver her cheesy-potato meal, until Sunday.

I did the pots, had a wash, stripped for the kip, and flaked out and fell asleep while looking if anything worth watching was on the box.

Zzzz!

 

 

 

Inchcock Today – Thur 20 June 2019: A visit from my mate Michael, saved a chronically bad day!

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Thursday 20th June 2019

Hawaiian: Pōʻalima 20ʻO Lune 2019

 03:30hrs. I was full of beans, psyched-up, full of pep, vitality, high-spirits, and ready for anything the day threw at me when I stirred into semi-life this morning. Then I moved… I was freeing my overweight torso from the £300 second-hand. c1968, rickety, near dilapidated, ramshackle, grungy-beige, sometimes working, rusty recliner, to use the emergency grey wee-wee bucket…

WD153.51.0 4Thu03And I gave the already, wounded, still-tender, bashed about right toe, another right-good stubbing on the Ottoman!

The feeling full of beans, being psyched-up, in high spirits, and ready for anything the day threw at me when I stirred into semi-life this morning, declined, ebbed then vanished (probably permanently) into the ether!

The wee-wee was of the rare SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-Like Wee-Wee) variety. Which didn’t help the rapidly-destroyed and dematerialised spirits, either!

I got the hand-washed t-shirt and socks on the stand-up airy. Took the medications and turned my attention to making up a blog on yesterday’s Tropical House visit. This took me several hours, with so many photographicalisations needing sorting out. However, the fingers, arm, and shoulder were not doing their Hokey-Cokey routine. Well, they were, but only for a few seconds each time, this was encouraging, I can cope with this. 

So, by the time I had got it finished and posted-off to WordPress, In between a much-varied selection of wee-wees), it was a good four hours beyond my posting time for the previous days dairy.

4Thu001I did the belated health checks, which did not look good today. Sys 89, Dia 69, Pulse 105, and Temperature 34.1°c.

I made a mug of tea, and a heard a muffled sound from the hallway. Some mail had arrived, well a circular. It was about avoiding false Fire Alarms. The advice was the usual, but I wish they had added to their ‘Cook with care, switch cooker off,’ with, in between uses!

4Thu04The morning was nice and bright, even a bit of sun came out.

WD153.51.0 I made a start on updating the Wednesday diary. And what a job that was, the electric-like dancing fingers, right leg and shoulder were now coming on for more extended periods, making more corrections and time needed than ever to be sorted out. Most vexatious! I had to have a rest.

4Thu05I got some sliced mushrooms in the crock-pot with a splash of the 40% balsamic vinegar, and podded some peas and got them in the saucepan.

I thought I had done an excellent job, added a little vinegar and demerara sugar. When I was doing the pot cleaning, I espied one pea on the floor. How he escaped, I don’t know! Hehe!

I got the ankle-strapping on, then remembered I am not supposed to wear it without socks on. Klutz! Tsk!

The landline light flashed. It was my old mate Michael, he was checking to see if I was in or not. Great! He’s on his way to see us.

For a phlyarologist, I surprised myself as I persistently nattered with myself for the next hour. I chinwagged of the Porcelain Throne, chattered in the kitchen and waffled having another wee-wee. The so-called conversation for mostly a two-way disaster.With much of self-talk topic or subject matter being forgotten as I spoke it. Humph!

4Thu05aMichael arrived, and I was over the moon to have a great, proper two-way varied discussion for an hour or more. I wasn’t aware that Michael had had three strokes, and it proves his determination, they only kept him in the hospital for three days last time! Then he found out he should have gone to another hospital or clinic, but nobody had told him! Yes, we share our luck sometimes, Mike and me! I regretted it when he had to go, but it was great of him to call, and it cheered me up considerably! I tried to take his photo as he got in his car, but the shakes meant I could not take one in time. Still, I got his tank with him in it! Haha! The one on the left. 

4Thu06Feeling a little blue after he had departed, I heard more muffled sounds, so checked, and I had had three letters delivered. The Warfarin INR level results. A letter from Boots opticians Which I screwed up an threw in the recycling bin. And, a message about the fitting of the upgrading of the door-entry Intercom communication.the very thought of any electricians working in the flat, gives me goose-bumps and scares me to death, at the thought of having to clean up after them!

At last, gone 13:00hrs, I made a start on this blog! Eight hours at least, later than usual!

4Thu27I got the nosh on that wasn’t already on, and put some chips (fries) in the oven.

Had another heck of an extra long wee-wee of the LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wee) mode.

Then got the nosh served up. Good one, nice mixture. 7.5/10 flavour rating.

Medications and I got down in the c1968 rickety recliner, to watch the ladies football matches. I started jumping twixt channel 9 and 61 on Freeview, between the two games being shown… I woke up and could not get back to sleep after the football had all finished. Spit!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 19th June:

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Wednesday 19th June 2019

Italian: Mercoledì 19 Giugno 2019

02:45hrs: WD 0.0.50 W I woke, (a decent six-hours kip) this Wednesday with an unnatural desire, nae, craving, to get the hand-washing I did last night, to the drying process. It was as if it was crucial, life-threatening or catastrophic consequences would be suffered if I di3Wed01d not get the t-shirt and socks onto the drier? 

This was not a velleity! But an essential, vital job that needed to be done post-haste, at least it did to me at the time? I don’t know or understand why, either!

I extracted the increasingly more massive torso from the £300 second-hand, c 1968, rickety, gungy-beige, occasionally working, vintage recliner. I totally ignored the need for a wee-wee and got the hand-washing bits on the drier. And for some weird reason, a feeling of satisfaction overcame me?

I responded to the need for a wee-wee, using the almost-full EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket). It was of the LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-Out-Wee-wee) variety, the type that actually wears me down a bit, all the waiting, praying and hoping for an end to the evacuation. Hehe! A long time later, all was done, and I emptied and sanitised the (often life and embarrassment saving) grey bucket, and disinfected it.

On to the computer, to update the Tuesday Inchcock. The computer or maybe the internet was very slow, but on the plus side, the right fingers, hand, arm, shoulder, and legs were a lot more kind to me, and their little electricity-inspired dances were few and far between. I can’t win, can I? The Axonotmesis, and the Peripheral Neuropathy damage to the nerves, for once eases off – which is terrific! But the flipping computer or internet plays up!

While on the computer, I found out I had been alive for 26,228 days, 3,747 weeks, 861 months, 37768321 minutes, 629472 hours, and 2266099348 seconds! Hehehe!

3Wed01aYet, still, I suffer ailments (Issues as used by the NHS departments who refused to tend to my toenail cutting and pediatric needs – no, I mean podiatry needs). I suffer from abasia, ischaemia, anxiousness, nervousness, equivocation, aquaphobia, ophidiophobia, I regularly get urine infections, insipience, I’ve overcome alcoholism, got inscience, get panic-attacks, absent-mindedness, and anandriousness. I stopped smoking, Arthur Itis, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Peripheral neuropathy, Lethologica, Axonotmesis, Have a metal/plastic ticker, never got beyond being a Prol, aboulomania, arithmophobia, atrial septal defect, duodenal ulcers, dysphoria, deafness, colour blindness, and prostate cancer. Bullied at school, been shot, generalised anxiety disorder (GAD), made redundant twice, loneliness, then had a stroke, lost mobility, balance, and coordination. And I was granted at birth, with the smallest most embarrassingly miniscule whatsit, anyone has ever seen! A source of total shame, embarrassment, awkwardness, mortification, self-consciousness, shame, humiliation, and shyness in my younger years. Thus the weltschmerz joins this list!

But you don’t like to complain does yer!

In between a few more LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-Out-Wee-Wee) wee-wees, I got the Tuesday post finished and sent off to WordPress and emailed.

I took some photographs of the early fog, which soon turned to a light mist.

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I went to take the medications, do the health checks, and make a brew of tea. The flipping sphygmomanometer needed three tries to get it to take. The results all looked fair to me: Sia 95, Dia 71, Pulse 34.9, and Temperature at 34.8°c.

I sudden call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so off to the wet room. I went there without the stick. Although pleased with how I coped, I knew it was a silly thing to do. If the leg and arm started doing their involuntary ‘Hokey-Cokey’, I could have been in trouble. I must remember, no matter how galling it seems, I must take the stick or trolley-guide with me everywhere I go indoors.

3Wed05a1I’d got the camera in my dressing gown pocket though, and decided to show you a picture of, possibly the most lethal piece of equipment in the apartment! Indeed, this month it has been, Hahaha!) The right big toe stubbing leg on the Red Cross provided second-hand used toilet seat raiser. I actually flinched as I took this photographicalisation! At the thought and memories of past-picklements and toe stubbings, I’ve had recently! Hehe!

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Grumphski!

Turned all off, swore, and went to get the ablutions done. I took my time and was careful, all went smoothly. Got smelling nice, then dressed and readied the trolley, etc. for setting out to the Doctors to beg for some Biprolalol Beta-Blockers.

WD 0.0.50 W Then a thought came to me, (it has been known before, although not very often). I think that Caroline and or Sonia is due today? So I decided to go down to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic zone. Telling Inchcock off thumbscrew room. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, and ask Obersturmführeress Warden and pole-dancer Deana, if she could phone them for me to be sure.

Just as I was about to go out, the landline light flashed. It was the surgery with the INR results and new doses. Took them down, thanked her and shot off out.

I got down and onto Chestnut Walk3Wed05a1a, and took a photo of the ‘Turf Accountant Gang’. The lads were laying the lawn in front of Woodthorpe Court.

T’was then I realised I had come out without the £2 second-hand rust-cased wristwatch. So back in, up in the lift and to the flat. I collected the watch.

Down and out again.

I met Sturmbannführeress Warden Deana as she arrived at the foyer door. I asked her, and she willingly called the Stroke Team for me. They were due today at 10:00hrs. I thanked Deana, and back in, up in the lift and to the flat, again.

I did of hoovering until both of the girls arrived…

WD 0.0.50 W On their last ever visit! (Gawd, life can be so cruel!) Sonia said she would have a talk with the nurse, to see if she can help sort out the tablet shortages for me. Caroline will refer me to an After-Stroke team who hold a weekly support group. The course will last for 18 weeks, and try to get me in the morning meetings.

The last farewells and cheerios with the ladies put me on a real downer!

Fed-up, I decided to catch the bus to anywhere! The mind mussed as I got things ready. I’ll go to Arnold, take some photographs, and get some pod peas. I was in a totally uninspired and dispiritingly dejected mood.

I was only half-with-it as I left the flats with the three-wheeled trolley-guide and shoulder bag with me.

WD 0.0.50 W I ambled out, not really with any oomph or gusto, just a determination to rid myself of the miserableness that had taken over my life, but no idea how to, and along to the bus stop.

WD 0.0.50 W A good crowd were at the bus stop, they were off for dinner at the cafe in Arnold. As I was handing out some nibbles, a chap came up with bad news: The Arnold bound L9 bus had broken down in town, and might not even get here at all! This would make a lot of folks late in getting to the diner. Many individual’s ideas, some people accepted lists from other tenants, some waited for the bus, others called for a taxi. Not a happy bunch of Winwoodonians at all! Oh, dear!

I pondered as I waited for the City bond L9 to arrive. And decided to go up to Woodborough Road on the bus, do some shopping, and made the penurious, masochistic decision to walk back down and through Woodthorpe Grange Park and nip in the Tropical gardens.

WD 0.0.50 W (Which proved to be one of my most painful ever mini-marathons, Humph!)

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I made a full pictorial blog about this ill-fated, painful and miserable trip, and posted it the first computer task in the morning. https://gerrynottingham.blog/2019/06/20/72227/

3Wed01cI alighted the bus, and battled the scary traffic on my way first, to the greengrocers. Where I got some pod peas, not many, they were not in a very-fresh condition, toe big potatoes for Josie and me at the weekend, and some eggs.

Back out and I decided to catch a bus back down to the flats, as the feet and toes were particularly painful now.

I wandered down to see if the butcher had any cooked belly pork. He hadn’t, but I didn’t need it. The mood I was in probably had me yearning for some comfort food? All sorry for myself, pathetic!

WD 0.0.50 W But worse, as I came out of the shop, I stubbed my already-in-agony toe on the trolley wheels liting it done the step!

3Wed01dWD 0.0.50 W Then I had to stand pretending to take an interest in my surroundings and took a photograph, till the pain eased a bit. While I stood there, I saw the L9 bus go by early! Oy Vey!

Further dejected, I reverted to my plan to walk back down, through Woodthorpe Grange Park. I called in the mini-Sainsbury store en route and bought some oven-bottom-baked cobs, 3Wed01etomatoes and something else, can’t remember what at the moment.

I resorted the buys, and everything went in the shoulder bag, then into the trolley, well, I hung the container on the cart and set off on the marathon hobble home, down the steer Woodthorpe Drive hill.

WD 0.0.50 W I seemed to have gained the ability at, last, to stop the mind thinking, as I walked do3Wed01fwn the road, even when a pavement cyclist came up towards me, it didn’t really register. I was taking the shot to capture the speed-sign on the kerbside further down Woodthorpe Drive.

I kept stopping to ease the foot and toe, but by now, it didn’t bother me too much, and I have no idea why, but the discomfort was immense. And that’s not the right word either!

3Wed01gWD 0.0.50 W The humour returned home to me, a little further on down the road, as I took this photograph to use for a funny at some time in the future. Something like “I was not speeding with my three-wheeled trolley, here’s the proof!” Hehehe!

Down and around the bend, I arrived at the car park entrance, for the park. Hobbling through, I opted to take a rote to the Tropical Garden, 3Wed01hthat was new to me.

WD 0.0.50 W Crossing the car park into the fields and paths, I gave myself one hell of a good toe-stubbing against the broken road surface! I wish that I’d taken the four-wheeled-guide with me now, then I could have at least had a sit on it while I recovered. I imagine that the toe will be pretty… a bad word that let’s say well-blue by the time I get back home! Grumph! Gawd the pain is 3Wed01Kexcruciating!

WD 0.0.50 W After a while getting lost, I fond the entrance gates to the Garden Centre and Tropical Garden. And procedure through them, stubbing the toe against the broken roadway!

Now I really was getting irritated and annoyed with myself!

WD 0.0.50 W I found a low wall and had a sit-down… then got up as I realised ants were covering my feet and trouser legs… and stubbed the toe once again! To avoid embarrassment, I left this out of the Maraton Hobble blog! Oy Gevalt!

Just when, and the only time ever; I would have welcomed the damned leg doing one of its out-of-control hokey-cokey dance routines, it wouldn’t! I spent an age trying to painfully free myself of those invading ants, I’m not sure there are not some still in my pants!

3Wed01mAfter what seemed like a fortnight, I got myself at last moving again, gingerly, carefully and with a certain amount of trepidation, and briefly visited the Garden shop, nothing of interest in it for me.

Then, at last, I got to the Tropical House. Many more photographs in the dedicated blog near the top photo. The spectacles and camera lens misty-up with the heat. They must be in the middle of sorting things out afresh, cause man tree, bushes and flowers that were in there last time, had been uprooted. The bear had been moved too.

3Wed01ROn my leaving, I spotted the sign about the automatic door. If it’s automatic, why do you need to press the button to open it? Haha!

I made my way, not only in pain, but now feeling drained and tired, and a smidge of an annoying self-Pity-Mode came on.

The rest of the hobble-home seems to have a lot of detail from the brain?

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3Wed10I know it was terribly painful.

Back at the hospital, no, home at last!

It looked like a ghost town.

I crossed over the road, in the lobby, up in the elevator, around to the flat and got in, with not a soul in sight.

Before doing anything, I had a wee-wee, a long smarting wee-wee! Washed, took a painkiller. Then got two eggs in the saucepan ready for boiling. Sliced and buttered the bottom-of-the-oven baps, and sliced some tomatoes.

Put the purchases away, and changed into my night attire.

3Wed11No fancy meals tonight, no time. I was in agony with both feet and the right big toe, and I wanted to stay awake long enough to watch the England Ladies match against Japan.

So, the battered haddock lump, two eggs, (disappointingly I’d bought the small eggs and not the double-yolk ones, Huh!). Tomatoes and put the eggs into a bap as I ate them! Too tired to be fussy tonight (well, this late afternoon) Although shattered, I ate it all and enjoyed it. A flavour-rating of 7.2/10 for this one.

Washed the pots and settled in the £300 second-hand, c1968, grotty-beige, rickety recliner. Hoping no one would phone or ring t3Wed12bhe doorbell.

I fell asleep and missed the beginning of the football match. I’m so glad they had won the game, but it was nerve-making.

Then I couldn’t get back to sleep.

Worra day!

Pictorial of Inchcock’s hobble to the Tropical Gardens – Toe stubbings included!

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Pictorial of Inchcock’s hobble to the Tropical Gardens

I decided to take this marathon walk, because I was in low spirits, although I knew it had to happen, because Caroline and Sonia, the Stroke Aftercare gals, had just paid their last visitation – I will never see them again! Depression is to blame for the absolute agony and discomfort that I put myself through today.

It was as if I was stubbing my toe and bad feet on purpose? It’s very sad, innit? Tsk!

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Setting out, the Turf Accountants at work! Hehehe!

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Mapperley Plains for some shopping, pod peas, eggs, and cobs, etc. Luckily the vehicular traffic failed to knock me over, run into me, or injure me at all!

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A struggle down Woodthorpe Drive to the Tropical Gardens

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Struggled down the road, I kept within the speed limit with the trolley!

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Through Woodthorpe Grange Park car park

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A lovely hobble to the Tropical gardens – but stubbed toe on the trolley wheel!

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Through the gates, and another toe-stubbing on uneven ground!

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Walk around then into the Tropical Gardens.

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View on entry to the gardens, glasses and camera steamed-up!

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Not much floral about today, sparse and a lot of plants had been removed.

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The carp and goldfish pond, I had a chat with them – no one else in there!

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Made my way back out to the doors.

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Back out, in the garden centre.

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Noticed this sign about the automatic doors – or are they automatic? Hehe!

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I took a different route back to the flats – another toe stubbing! Tsk!

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Ah! I found the way into the park. Humph!

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Through the mud to the footpath.

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Spotted a crow, and did my failed best to take a decent shot.

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Not a lot of folks around.

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Stopped for a rest and look around. Oh, the poor old toe and feet were Stinging!

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At last, the wee-weeing hole and pain-killers came into sight.

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Stopped halfway down the gravel-path hill for a photo.

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The path had been relaid again and was much easier to use.

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At last, I was nearing a warm bowl of medicated hot water and pain-killers, to help ease the agony of the poor old feet and the well-stubbed already stubbed toe! Ahh!

Inchcock Today – Mon 17 June. Includes the photographicalisationing short hobble to Sherwood, that took me nearly three hours!

2019 16b June

2019 June 19

Monday 17th June 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 17 Mehefin 2019

WD 176.0.93 02:30hrs. I woke so slowly it was hard to believe it was happening. The mind’s initial refusal to accept the very thought of waking-up, the clinomania, was stubborn. Thinking the brain was about to go into one of its uhtceare-moments, I had to adopt agrypnotic ideas to encourage and convince myself of the need to get out of the £300, second-hand, gungy-beige, c1968, sometimes-working, rickety recliner. I tried convincing myself that, “I have to get ready to go to the Doctor’s about the shortage of Beta-blockers” and “Ask about the mislaid, never to be seen Cancer Sample envelope again!”, and was answered with a distant, but not very committed, “Sod-you!” from within the grey-cells! As luck would have it, the rather sudden and urgent need for a wee-wee, forced my brain and body to engage reluctantly. 

I hauled myself out of the rickety-rusty recliner, got the stick and caught my balance, winced at the pain from the feet, and took the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), only to find it was almost full to the brim. Very carefully, I took it to the WC and emptied and sanitised, cleaned and disinfected the bucket, all hygienic for later use.

When the need arrived, conveniently timed for once, for the Porcelain Throne activities, I went through the final sample-taking routine and completed the pouch-card. I had a bit of a job cleaning up afterwards, as usual, the front end and rear end activated together.

1Mon01aWD 176.0.93 Finalising the sorting-out of the wet room, it happened again – I stubbed the dodgy toe on the WC seat-riser’s metal leg!

Amazingly, the pain was far less than usual, so things must be improving with the toe?

This brought on a degree of cerebricity, and I decided to sort out the medications, do the health checks, and make a brew of Glengettie tea. The test results were a little out of sync: Sia 89, Dia 62, Pulse 95, and the Temperature was okay at 34.9°c.

Then, I got the computer going, and made a start to this blog and here. Then updated the Sunday post, which I had almost forgotten to do. Klutz! The hand, arm, and finger dancing were not too bad this morning (But give it time, Tsk!).

Went to make another mug of tea and have an LSPDOWW (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee). The bucket is getting filled up again. Humph!

I could1Mon07 see the Sherwood Health Centre from the unwanted new kitchen window. All lit up with the yellow lights in the car park. I was pretty pleased with the zoomed in shot of it I took with the Canon camera.

I checked on the Google Calendar for the upcoming appointment I have there, with the Podiatrist. I thought it was this Friday, but no, it’s for Friday 28th July, at 10:40hrs. By the time I get there, I dread to think what state the feet and toenail growth will be like. The pains from the tootsies and feet are growing worse every day. Sob!

I spotted the moon still out and hobbled to fetch the camera. By the time I had got back in the room, the clouds had covered it, shame. Then I took two shots of the view ahead, the second one from the balcony. I took extra care in opening the window metal spring release catch this time, no cuts, grazes or bruise acquired. Hehe!

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The pictures came out brighter than things really were to my eyes?

1Mon07cI carried on with blogging for a while, and I had to use the bucket several times, all for LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wees). I had to again take the bucket for emptying and sanitisationing.

Back to the kitchen for another mug of tea, and the sun was coming through from behind the flats, so I got the Canon in use again.

1Mon07dI notice that down in the shadows, below, in the Chestnut Way bushes near the footpath, some wood pigeons were seemingly airing themselves out.

I grabbed the camera and mounted the step ladder, but it was too dangerous a job for me. So I went on the balcony and photographed a well-zoomed-in shot of one of the birds. I had to take about eight photos before I got one that was not coming out too blurry. The hands and fingers were beginning to do their unintentional hokey-cokey dancing routines again. This problem stayed with me for a long time, and back on the computer, I got feeling a tad depresses at all the mistakes and corrections that were needed. Grump!

Time to tend to the ablutions. So, wearily I got to the wet room, and shuddered when I saw the seat-riser metal legs, and told myself not to stub the toe again! And I avoided it! Smug-Mode Adopted!

-The teggie-cleaning and shaving went well and blood-loss-less! Haha! Just as well, cause the INR level is on 6.0, which is twice as thin as the blood should be. So any cuts could prove bothersome. The Radio Nottingham gave out rain warnings for tomorrow, but I missed todays. But I don’t intend to go out until the long Bamboo-diabetic socks are delivered. I checked the delivery-tracker on the web, they have not been dispatched yet and will arrive sometime before 21:00hrs. So it looks like I’ve no choice but to stay in again. I was hoping for the best, and an early delivery, so I can get out to get some more pod-peas and call to tell the doctor about the beta-blocker shortage. I don’t hold out much hope, though! Being the accident-prone, accifauxpas-attracting, cataclysmic-cajoling person I am, I have little confidence, belief, or experience of good luck, Rather the expectancy of daily dubitationally c1Mon09ataclysmic exigencies. These don’t let me down, they are almost guaranteed!

I got the bath towel hand-washed, rinsed and on the stand-up airer.

Caught up with some updating on this blog, then went on CorelDraw to attempt to create some graphics for later use. Hopefully, I will have some success this time. A managed a few hours, and then the damned weariness and dizzies came on. I hate it when this happens.

The new socks were delivered early! Hurrah!

I accepted them, tinking they were very light in1Mon10 weight, and went tp the wet room, and utilised the sock-glide. Which, with the new socks being too long, was a bit of a battle. I ended up with some bruises, courtesy of the metal glide. Hehe! But I managed to get them on without drawing any blood this time.

Sexy eh? Hahaha!

I got myself all prepared for a hobble to Sherwood for some nosh I cannot get anywhere else. Many, Wilko liquid soapflakes, Exotic scented Ylang & Freesia softener and granules, fresh pod peas from the co-op and red lettuce, then sourdough bread from the Post Office shop. I expect I’ll return with other stuff, as well! Dressed and got the four-wheeled trolley-walker, and small shoulder bag with me.

1Mon12I set off, down Chestnut Way. Not being able to use the footpath, due to lighting repairs or cleaning, I limped up the roadway.

Calling in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. A few folks in today, so I handed out some nibbles, had a little chinwag, and continued on my journey.

1Mon13As I turned down the Winchester Street hill, the brakes on the trolley were hardly capable of stopping the guide from running away.

When I stopped to photograph a bee in the bushes, I had to rest the trolley against the fencing, and lock on the brakes, to be on the safe side.

Not the best of pictures, but okay for me, with the hand-shaking, it was a fairish effort, taken with the left hand. (Not easy, but better than dancing digits of the right limb, Hehe!)

1Mon14I carried on down to Mansfield Road, and right up to the Co-op Store. The feet were particularly painful again. I hope I can manage until a week on Friday, when the poor feet and toes will get a check-over, after waiting to fifteen weeks or so, it’s probably longer. Grumph! Niggle!

I came out embarrassed with the Ylang granules, spray and softener. But also with shaving foam and Duracell batteries, cost in total £27.50, the batteries cost £13.50 for twelve of them, that was an offer price, the ticket said.

After paying the young lady, she saw I was struggling to get my things into the bag, and I was d1Mon15ropping stuff, thanks to the finger and hand dancing that had just come on from nowhere, and she helped me, bless her. Much to the annoyance of those in the queue behind me. Oh, dearie me! 

As I exited the shop, the clouds in the sky looked threatening. I fudged and fumbled about trying to get the umbrella from the shoulder bag.

1Mon16Seconds later, the sky was all bright again? Beats me why?

I crossed the pelican lights and went into the Post Office shop in search of some Polish sliced sourdough bread. They had some on the shelves, but it felt old and a little too hard, so I exited the premises and back out over the crossing back to the other side of the road, and had a nosey in the charity shop.

1Mon17As I was going into the shop up the dodgy steps, I took this photograph I found on the SD card, but do not have much idea why? Ah, I see her now! Ahem!

Nothing of interest in the charity shop. But there was another serious-looking, catalogue holding member of the famous Nottinghamian ‘Anything-to-make-a-profit-from brigade, to watch! I love identifying them! All the usual 1Mon18recognition signs were there; Consulting a book while perusing the China ornaments, keeping his back to the assistants, and wearing a shifty look on his face! Haha! I departed and walked up Mansfield Road and called in the Card Shop for a nosey. I did make some purchases in this shop, however. A grand total £2.88, blow the expense! Some Thank You cards and a little plaque for sister Jane, but don’t tell her, will you?

1Mon19After a nose in A.C. Allan, my optician’s window (well, he has some gorgeous looking young assistants working there! Haha!), I moved on.

I took a photograph of the main road. The little dog having a walk was giving it some verbals, which attracted me in the first place. Bless her 1Mon20or him.

As I was trying to take a one-left-handed picture from just before the bus shelter, this turd, git, swine and ignorant young male pavement cyclist almost clouted into me on his freewheeling belt down the Mansfield Road footpath.

Luckily on this occasion, there were not many pedestrians about, he probably only had me to intimidate and bully?

1Mon21As I got to the L9 and others bus stop, I took a seat, (A rare happening for me!) to ease the pain from the suffering plates and tootsies, that were getting worse than ever, pain-wise. I spotted a pig-ignorant, uncaring, slob of a Herbert on the other side of Mansfield Road, making his way up the hill, nonchalantly on the Pedestrian Footpath. I tried to take a snap of him, but this is the result (Left). A car’s untimely appearance. Hehe!

However, I did manage to get a picture of the mis1Mon22erable excuse for a law-abiding imbecilic moron, a little further up the pedestrian’s pavement! Shame, he hasn’t got a job to go to. Mind you the oink, might be a night worker? No horn or bell, or lights on his mountain bike! He ought to steal one with them on next time. Still, he’s got a chain-lock on it.

Me bothered? Hehehe!

1Mon23As the time got close to the bus is due, there was still no signs of any of my fellow oldies, not that many of them are old nowadays, with the minimum age going down to 50 for applicant residents…

Where was I? Oh, yes, I got up and took this last photo of the day, of Sherwood, from the bus stop. The bus arrived, and I was soon back home, dropping off the bus. Penny from the 13th floor kindly slowed down to my rate of knots, and we had a jolly-good chinwag on the hobble back to flats. Thanks, Penny.

I was home, beyond my usual kipping down-time. And so tired, and even more in pain than average. Haha!

I set to and got the meal cooking, and put the buys away.

1Mon24Too tired to even think of doing any updating to this diary. 

What a grand nosh, though! Red lettuce, tomatoes, fresh garden peas, frankfurters and some of the most beautiful tasting cheesy potatoes I’ve ever managed to make!

I couldn’t eat it all, but a flavour rating of 9.25/10 was well deserved!

1Mon25I washed the pots, stripped and got settled to watch some DVD from Keeping Up Appearances, with Hyacinth and Richard.

Kept nodding off and waking, as usual. Then I realised that I had still got on the diabetic bamboo socks. What used two be a two-minute job of removing them, took considerably longer, and caused pain, anguish, a bruise and some pretty naughty language was used! When I first got them on this morning, they felt wonderfully comfortable. As the hobble continued on my walk, the souls of the feet and the toes were indeed no longer in any comfort! But I hold back from blaming these expensive socks, yet. The leg pains were relieved a lot. I think the waiting so for the podiatrist, without anyone willing to cut the toes for me, caused the failure of these socks today. The bottom of the socks are thicker than the rest, and may have caught on the extra-long bent, twisted nails, causing te extra discomfort?

Even so early, I nodded of proper. I think Jane might have telephoned me, or I dreamt she did? Huh!, What a plonker I am!

Inchcock Today – Sat 15 June 2019: In a funny mood… Nae, Weird Mood?

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2019 June 16

Saturday 15th June 2019

Bulgarian: Събота 15 юни 2019 година

03:10hrs. I was up and out of the £300 second-hand, c1968. grotty-beige coloured rickety recliner, got my balance and was using the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) and taking, or relieving myself via an LHBLWWs (Long-Hosepipe-Blasting-like Wee-wee), all within a couple of minutes. Standing up for the first time reminded me of last nights toe-stubbing when the pain greeted me! Also, the variety of wee-wee that returned yesterday was continuing this morning! Phwoar!

6Sat06Got the hand-washing done and put yesterdays on the dryers.

WD 200.0.0 I shot off to the wet room for a painful Porcelain Throne session.

After thankfully a quick evacuation, I had another search for the Sample return envelope – with the usual result, failure!

Then, I got the computer on, and as I made my way to take some pictures out of the balcony, I had to utilise the already half-filled grey bucket, again. Now, it was an LHNCWW (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Sensation-Wee-wee). Washed up, and got back to the balcony, with the stick in hand, for a photographicalisationing session of the sky and lowered view.

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6Sat05Hobbling my way back in from the unwanted light & view blocking balcony with so many windows to clean but no access and flesh removing metal spring opening devises that need pressing the spring and pulling at the same time. (Cor blimey. the toe was stinging now!) I took another unintended blurry picture of the utility (bedroom, lost items haven, toe-stubbing domain, dining room, tea drinking zone, sock-glide and ankle strapping applying surgery, Office,  TV lounge and walking stick, pens etc. absconding area) room. Haha!

6Sat07I got the oven on low heat, so that later when I do the cheesy potatoes, it will heat up to temp quicker. And got a few Anya potatoes in the slow-cooker on low.

Checked the t-shirt and socks and moved them to aid with the drying process.

Made a start on updating the Friday post. Inconceivably, the flipping electric-like dancing started in the right-hand fingers, arm, and shoulder the moment I began typing! I’ve never had it so bad or for so long. Hours it lasted. More time was spent, or lost, redoing and amending the flood of errors I kept on and on making! I got a stage where I thought about giving up with the blog altogether, so frustrating it was!

Nearly 09:00hrs, at last, I got it finished, not confident that is is right, though, even after I made a mug of tea and had a thoughtful self-pity session. Things like yesterday, I had to go to the Chemist about the beta-blocker shortage – no one is willing to help me with it. It also took me a whole day to do the task! Now, I have to go to the doctor’s on Monday and beg for some more Bisoprolol Fumarate, then go to the chemist to pick them up, another day lost! And the normal as was, hobble to the surgery take around 40 minutes, now after the stroke, and with the saprogenous leg ulcer and the peripheral neuropathy, it takes me well over an hour for the same journey. I looked up the symptoms at this stage, out of interest: damage to the nerves that carry messages of touch, temperature, pain and other sensations to the brain and damage to the nerves that control movement. That sounds about right. Thank heavens that Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Kidney Kevin are not joining in!

But the medics, because I have the stroke, are not seemingly interested it these problems any more? I’m just told that nothing can be done about it. Or is it me?

The hearing aid farce, I’ve been without them for six weeks now, and it will be another two weeks before the hearing aids are examined, and another five-six weeks before the new moulds are made!

Fifteen weeks since I saw the chiropodist, who will no longer treat me or even cut the toenails due to my “Many issues!”

The lost cancer sample envelope, struggling with my one love, blogging, the finger bleeding this morning where I cut it on the damned metal spring opening on the new unwanted balcony window, stubbing my toe every day it seems… but eventually I stopped these pathetic little moans, and went for a wee-wee.

Emptying and sanitising the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), can be very therapeutic. Hehehe!

I hope that the psychopannychism lot is wrong. Imagine being forced to come back with the same ‘issues’? Arghh!

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For some unascertained and mystery to me, reason, I shook off the sad self-pitying quatsch and got on with creating this Inchcock Today, with a little more enthusiasm. It helped that at last, the finger dancing had eased off a bit, of course. For which I felt grateful in the extreme! But knowing they will return. Thus the frustration!

I seem to ha6Sat08ve lost my catagelophobia today?

I am proud to announce that I went to shell the pod peas, and, no fibbing here, I only lost one pea! It shot up and rebounded off of something, came down and hit my nose and ricochetted to heaven know where.

Hahaha!

6Sat09I got the potatoes in the oven.

I got around to looking at the email that Sister Jane had sent me. She’d bought this in the Victoria market the other day. I had to smile! Humph!

Got the spuds out and bashed them up well with extra sharp cheddar cheese, onion salt and a bit of Lurpac butter.

I then went on the TFZer Facebooking to catch up.

Then I tackled sorting out Josie’s cheesy potato Saturday meal.

6Sat10It was fortunate timing today when I delivered the meal. Josie was just getting back from the laundry room, so it was good and hot when she got it.

Two filled extra buttered cheesy potato husks this week without any vinegar, well, a change is as good as a rest, they say. (Well someone did!) Brown and yellow tomatoes, a pickled egg, some Anya potatoes, gherkins and tuna chunks. Orange jelly with mandarins in, and a lemon iced slice. I do hope she enjoys it!

I’d forgot to take Josie the coke and whisky, so nipped to hand it to her, and she was going out in a hurry, she said she would return the tray and plate etc. when she gets back, and collect the can of coke treat then. I hope she is not back too late, and I have fallen asleep.

Then back to computerisationing for a while. Longer than my disbursed brain could cope with. I kept checking on the fodder, and soon, the computer was put to rest and recover (Haha!), and the nosh was prepared. 

6Sat28I had the last of the Nordic Style Bacon, cheesy baked potatoes, Anya potatoes, gherkins, mixed tomatoes, and the gorgeous fresh pod peas. I think I may have out a little too much butter in the potatoes, but they were still lovely tasting, just not up to my usual standard (Hehe!)

I pot of Limoncello and some soring water with orange cordial added, to finish the feast off with. A Flavour-Rating of 8.8/10, given.

I now had to say awake if I could, ready for Josies return. I put the TV on, and channel hopped looking for programmes with subtitles on them, so I didn’t have to use the headphones and could still hear the door chimes when Josie gets back.

Surprisingly, I drank all of the spring water and went to get some more.

6Sat29While the kettle warmed up, I took this picture from the unwanted, light & view blocking, unreachable for cleaning, new kitchen window. With its wide ledge that prevents viewing downwards, without the use of the stepladders, which when in use, always seems to bring on a the scary peripheral neuropathy inspired leg dancing, and usually involves me falling off of the steps and getting injured.

I’ve logged up a few Accifauxpas over this year since the windows were fitted, especially since returning home after the stroke. Ranging from stubbed-toes, falling off the Porcelain Throne, and tripping up, ending up on the floor. All thanks to either the Axonotmesis or Peripheral Neuropathy activity. Not that anyone is interested. Sorry about that, another little grumbling session sneaked into the diary here. Humph!

Anyway, I did fall asleep, and Josie returned, she always presses both of the chimes though, and without the headphones on, I heard her ringing. I got up, but having been laid down for two or three hours, Arthur Itis and the balance made it difficult for me to get to the door. I think Josie saw me struggling with the stick, and she took the tray and implements through to the kitchen for me, bless her. She said I must be trying to fatten her up! Haha! She added she enjoyed the nosh, and a natter ensued, then she went back to her apartment.

As I turned to go back to my utility room, I saw the can of Whisky and Coke. Bother, I’d forgotten to give it to Josie. So I nipped and rang Josie’s door-bell, and handed it to her.

When I got back down in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, any chance of sleep coming quickly had been lost. The earlier nod-off, then getting up had disorientated the old body-clock, I think. So the headphones went on (hoping there would not be an unheard fire alarm go off), and some crap on TV was watched. Which used to help me nod-off, but not tonight. Ah-well!

Inchcock Today – Fri 14 June 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops! – Bit of long one, sorry!

2019 16a June

2019 June 14

Friday 14th June 2019

Azerbaijani: Cümə günü 14 İyun 2019

00:35hrs. I woke, full of the joys of spring, happy, gay, bright, and ready for anything the world would throw at me… No, I mustn’t lie! I woke in a right-grumpy mood with life and its pain, eccentricities, dishonesty, fraudulence, unethicalness, inequity, unjustness, bigotry, crime, iniquity, dishonorableness, discrimination, inequality, prejudice, unlawfulness, unreasonableness, villainy, crookedness, deceitfulness,  bullying, underhandedness, callousness and its greedy, voracious, intemperate, self-indulgent, grasping, venal, cupidinous, materialistic, predatory, money-grabbing, pleonectic ways! Our, so-called leaders, (dubious, dishonest, dauntless and deleterious), utterly driven and ridden with their money-grabbing, ingurgitate, and usufruct desires for self-gain and personal wealth and notoriety!

WD 128. 0.128 3 2019 June 3aLuckily, my mood was soon changed as the urgent need for a wee-wee arrived. Off to the wet room. Which, unfortunately, took a little longer than I would have been comfortable with. The freeing of my becoming gargantuan-again torso from the £300, c1968, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured rickety recliner chair, was hampered by several things this morning. Arthur Itis was revisiting both of the knees, the axonotmesis and the peripheral neuropathy had got the right-hand fingers, arm and shoulder doing their involuntary hokey-cokey dance routine (but only for a minute or two, then things settled down), and I stubbed the already well-stubbed toe against the Ottoman! I may have uttered a few words of discontent under my breath, like, “Oh blow it!” or “Fancy that!”

WD 128. 0.128 3 2Tue15eBy the time I had got to the wet room, I also needed the Porcelain Throne. And what a messy evacuation I had to cope with. I had to spend what seemed an endless time, cleaning things and myself up afterwards! During which, the brain decided that either the Senna tablets had suddenly started working after weeks of failure – or, most likely, the copious amount of fresh pod peas I had eaten with last nights Cheesy potatoes, flavour rated 9.55/10 meal, had got things moving again? My money is on the amazingly tasty pod peas. Hehe!

I returned to the utility (front) room. (The computer office, bedroom, Emergency Wee-wee grey bucket storage area, Camera-charging unit, Having a Stroke in, sock-glide usage area, dining room, Vacuum cleaner storage and maintenance garage, Dropped and lost items never seen again storage area, and already stubbed, toe stubbable area facilitated surgery. Hahaha!) Had a look on the TFZer Facebook, but not for long.

WD 128. 0.128 3 A clattering noise from somewhere close by was heard? It must have been load, cause I heard it without my hearing aids in. Not that there is any point in putting them in, mind. I am still waiting to go to the clinic to have new ear-inserts measured. That will be in two weeks, I think the appointment is. Then a five or six weeks wait for them to be made, then a long wait I suppose again for another 5Fri002meeting to have them fitted?

Back to the diary; A decent look around revealed nothing by way of an explanation for the noise?

So while in the kitchen, I got the Anya potatoes in the crock-pot. I’m planning on having them cold later, so cooking them early will do no harm, I hope, at least.

5Fri001I took a picture through the unwanted, thick-framed, multi-glass windows to clean that cannot be reached, that prevent me from taking photographs of out and down, due to the ledge being too high. However, if I am in a suicidal mood, the step-ladders can be mounted and then I can hang outside to see if any fire engines are on site when a fire alarm activates, that I cannot hear anyway, goes off. It needed saying!

If I should snuff-it in 1a fire here, or fall out of the window, please ask for any compensation I might be due, for breach of care, goes to the RSPCA, thank you. Oh, and you’d better warn anyone who thinks about using my spare parts for others, about the Metal Mickey ticker. The bullet pellets still in the arm, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Prostate Pete, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, Hernia Harry, Axonotmesis Alan, Peripheral Neuropathy Nigel, Sid the Stroke, Craigs Cramps, Leslie’s leg ulcer, Wally’s Water Retention, Duodenal Donald’s ulcer, Dave’s almost Deaf Earholes, Haemorrhoid Harold, Cathy’s Cataracts…

Nae! Please, just tell them not to bother! Hahaha!

At last, I made a start on the updating of the Thursday post. The dancing fingers had eased off, so I got it done a little quicker than expected, which was encouraging for once. Posted it off.

Got the morning medications were taken, and the health checks were done. The results were not as good as they have been of late, but not too bad at all, I reckon Sys 166, Dia 66, Pulse 92, and Temperature 36°c.

A mug of tea then checked on the potatoes and got on with starting this blog off.

I went on the WordPress Reader section next.

Then onto TFZer Facebooking.

I checked on the Anya potatoes in the crock-pot again. They are still hard, after over four hours on a high setting! I don’t want to quodlibetificate, but surely this can’t be right?

My aboulomania is rife and ripe this morning. With the Physio nurse coming to give me a workout this morning, I am concerned about getting out to the shops for some large potatoes for Josie’s meal-treat tomorrow. If she comes late, I will be in a pickle. I wish I could manage not to worry about this, its not the end of the world. Yet quisquousness and fretting, I do. Poor old thing!

I put the computer to sleep and we5Fri007nt off to get the ablutions sorted out. I realised as I was washing the used cup up, I had not done the hand-washing yet, so set about getting the t-shirt and socks in the bowl and cleaned and left them soaking while I got the teggies, shave and shower tended to. I took my time and used the shower-seat today. It felt so unnatural. Got dressed and had another search for the mysteriously disappeared sample return envelope – it must have gotten thrown away by mistake?

All refreshed, I got the hand-washing rinsed well, wrung-out as best I could, and hung up the shirt on a hanger to drip dry. I put the socks on the flat airer.

I was doing well this Friday, no Whoopsies had stopped coming, and I was feeling better in myself overall.

WD 128. 0.128 3 The phone rang, and it was a lady from the Doctors surgery. Apparently, I had not answered her last Email. So, well told off, she told me to send an email telling them I had received the dosages, which she then gave me verbally. But I was a little confused by them, they were as I wrote them down as she spoke: Today 0 – Mon 1 – Tue 1½ – Wed  1½ – Thur 1½ – Fri 1 – Sat 1½ – Sunday 1½?

5Fri007aWD 128. 0.128 3 I managed with and with complete ease, showing my ineptitude and stupidity, to scold a finger on the right-hand (It had to be that hand with the Peripheral neuralgia of course!) while making a mug of tea.

The pleasant Stroke Physio lady arrived and was kind to me, and we had a little chinwag. A limited range of exercises, and off, she trotted to her next patient. It was 10:26hrs, so obviously I was going to miss the 10:30hrs bus down the hill. So I decided to take some photographs from the balcony, then set off on foot to the Chemists to find out when the prescriptions were due for delivery.

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WD 128. 0.128 3 I got in a bit of a state rushing around getting ready. Eventually, I departed, with the shoulder bag and the three-wheeled trolley, in case the medications were ready to collect, but I don’t th5Fri007bink they will be. It’s just the beta-blockers that I am short of. Confusion-Mode-Continuing!

I took some black bags to the rubbish chute on the way out.

I was soon trying to avoid the rain puddles along Chestnut Way.

To the end of the way and right down Winchester Street. A bit of a struggle, as usual, to get by the pavement parked vehicles, thus situated to make room for the L9 bus to get through.

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I had to go around in the end, onto the road, the danged trolley nearly tipped over. Still, after two-years of contractors vehicles parked on the pavement, and the prospect of it continuing until the end of next November, I’ve got used to it, now.

5Fri12No altercations on the way down and onto Mansfield Road, and left towards Carrington.

At least the rain had stopped, and it wasn’t cold at all.

WD 128. 0.128 3 A little further on, a Pavement Cyclist shot out of an entrance on the left, and all but had me over!

I crossed over the road to be on the Chemists side and continued up the hill.

5Fri09I noticed at the bus stop as I hobbled by, the Subway franchise was advertising Vegan Your Way on the boarding. It had a disclaimer showing in tiny letters at the bottom of the advert; ‘Subway Your Way products may have come into contact with none-vegan and meat products during the preparation.’ Gawd, they have to cover themselves nowadays to avoid being prosecuted, I suppose?

WD 128. 0.128 35Fri11 A Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was going up the hill. I’m not sure that this ignorant, bullying, uncaring, anti-social excuse for a human being was not the same one that hit me last February as I limped along the same bit of road coming home from the surgery?

But he had decent legs, Hehehe!

5Fri014Over the crest and down into Carrington.

At the smelly rubbish-bin point, I saw the Nottingham City Council had placed a large tub of flowers.

A good job we have Labour in charge, or I wouldn’t have a home, and flowers like this beauty to admire. No idea what it is, but it had braved the cigarette nubs, empty beer cans, and 5Fri015bottles that had been thrown in the bin! With the rubbish cage and bins right next to it, I could not understand why people had used the flower bed and not the supplied boxes to rid themselves of their waste?

Then realised, of course, that earth’s tellurians are to blame.

Mankind is doomed!

5Fri016WD 128. 0.128 3 The next few hundred yards, there was so many Pavement Cyclist that I could not picture anywhere near all of them. 

The bottom one was coasting downhill at such a rate of knots, he came from behind. I didn’t expect him to come, so suddenly and close to me as he shot by.

WD 128. 0.128 3 The force of the wind he created was so strong, I called something nasty to him, that questioned his parentage! But he could not hear me. Probably just as well, or he might have got off and knocked-hell out of me. Hehe!

WD 128. 0.128 3 I got to the Carrington Pharmacy. Where I was told that I had a two-months supply of prescriptions collected by a nurse, and there was definitely a sufficient supply of Bisoprolol. The next is to arrive in July. Again, no date was given, it never it by them! This caused me some concern, and I mentioned that I have only five tablets left? He told me to ask my Doctor if I needed extra. I’m afraid that seeing my Doctor usually takes two to three weeks. He gave me some Furesomide tablets from 30th May? The different nurses have been dealing with the prescriptions and medicines for me, and to be honest, I’m just confused altogether now. I explained how things were with me now, and struggle for logicality and frustration abounds. At least I think I said it, but there was no reaction, it was as if I hadn’t spoken at all. Did I imagine talking? I was downhearted and told him: “Not to worry, I’ll do without!” Boy, I was pissed off! I walked out.

WD 128. 0.128 3 After going twelve weeks without the toenails being cut, due to being hospitalised, it took me three more weeks to get the doctor to arrange a referral for a paediatrician to examine the feet and to cut the toenails. Two weeks later, I got the appointment at the Sherwood Health Centre, for a meeting in another two week’s time! “Depressed, Pissed-Off and Had Enough Mode Adopted!”

WD 128. 0.128 3 I foolishy called in the Lidl store. Shopping is a kind of therapy to me, a costly one! I got to the self-serve checkouts with, Rocky bars, Caramel bars for the Social Hour Nibbles that I can no longer attend? Frozen potato cubes, and some baking potatoes and Tuna lumps in water, for Josie’s Saturday nosh. 

5Fri017WD 128. 0.128 3 As I came out from the store, feeling a mixture of frustration at the medications having gone wrong, and needing to be sorted, and pure hatred when I saw two Nottinghamian scumbag Pavement Cyclists weave their bullying way through some people, and go by the bus stop. Swine!

At least the timing was not too bad this time. I had about forty minutes to get to Sherwood to connect with the L9 bus back home up the hill.

WD 128. 0.128 3 I joined the lugubrious looking passengers waiting for a bus in the shelter. They were all uncommunicative when I offered a smile and said ‘Good Morning’ to them. Oh dear! 

The bus was in Sherwood within a few minutes, and I got off at the Post Office shop.

I crossed the road and had plenty of time to call in the Oxfam, and then the Mind charity shops for a poke around.

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It said a lot for humankind, my finding both shops cram-packed with potential customers. I didn’t buy anything from either shop. But I enjoyed watching the obviously, ‘after-money-making’ merchants. One man and woman had books and catalogues with them, one from John Pye Auction House. I could almost see mucous secretion dribbling 5Fri018out of the woman’s lips as she looked carefully and excitedly at an old tea set in a cabinet – followed by Hubby consulting one of his books, and the utter dejection on both of their faces that followed… I assumed he had found out the tea service was not worth much, after all! Hahaha! I almost felt sorry for them, until I remembered they were just two more of the ever-growing number of Line one’s pockets, have one’s ship come in, make a pretty penny, laugh 5Fri013all the way to the bank, strike it lucky, make a fortune folk, out for something for nothing. But, I am not interested in riches, affluence, opulence or prosperity. Surely proof of my insanity? Hehe!

I exited and made my way up the hill towards the bus shelter. Noticing this new sign on Mansfield Road as I hobble along.

I was the only person at the bus stop, and the pain from the foot and toes was sufficient to make me sit-down. Something I usually avoid due to Arthur Itis playing up when I have to stand again. Several other buses passed, a few dropping off, but no one got on any of them? Suddenly, it was as if a football match had just ended, and a mass of people turned up at the shelter.

5Fri019But none from the flats. When the L9 arrived, I was the only person who got on. I was soon back at Windwood Heights.

The place was almost deserted. No signs of any workmen at all. Although there were signs of their activities along Chestnut Way.

The puddles had drained away while I was out on my walk (hobble, then).

5Fri019aMore signs of the workmen’s activities as I got inside and to the lift foyer.

They had been working on the cut-through passageway to the new block and what will be eventually, the location of the Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden’s new HQ, roof garden, new extra care flats, paediatrician, hairdressers and new reprimanding Inchcock cell. Haha!

I was utterly drained, shattered. All the walking, and the medications farce etc. had done for me. I had an unexpected LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-Wee) and got the meal cooking.

5Fri20I was ready to fall asleep while I was standing up. This bothered me a tad?

I got the food prepared after a while, an tucked into it, but could not eat it all. I put this down to how I felt, burnt-out, zonked, fagged-out, weak, almost narcoleptic!

I managed to do the washing of the pots and put the TV on, Rumpole of the Baily to watch, (but I just knew this would not happen) and fell on the £300 second-hand, c1968, rusty recliner and almost immediately fell asleep.

WD 128. 0.128 3 I was sickened when the landline rang, and the light flashed! At first, I thought of ignoring it altogether. Then thinking it might be the Chemist or Chiropodist, I rushed best as I could to answer it before they rang off…

I made it in time, amazingly it was Siste Jane, and the heart-stopped a second as I began to expect bad news, she would not ring this late knowing my sleep pattern unless it was. Thankfully, it was not bad news. Phew! She had sent me an email. I’m not sure if anything else was said or arranged though, my still being sleepy-eyed. Just glad it was not bad news!

WD 128. 0.128 3 Then, as I returned confused to the £300 second-hand rickety-recliner, that looked oh, so appealing, I stubbed the damned already stubbed six times toe this week, again! Seven times now!  So, tired as I still was, the pain… nae, the agony kept me awake for a while. As it eased off, I got back to sleep. Ahh!

Inchcock Today – Mon 10 June 2019: Off to town. It poured a plethora of precipitation – I didn’t-half get wet! Hehe!

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2019 June 10

Monday 10th June 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 10fed Mehefin 2019

01:40hrs. A distracting night of sleeping-waking repeatedly and regularly for a wee-wee! It looks like the infection is coming back. The evacuations are looking pale yellow, and are becoming more frequent again, it seems. Not surprisingly, I needed another one.

So after rising from the sometimes downright dangerous £300, second-hand, rickety, gungy-beige, c1968, working-and-then-not-working recliner, and gaining my balance, appreciating there was far less pain from the stubbed toe, I was off to the WC, taking the almost full EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) with me for emptying and sanitisationing.

1Mon02 Then, the mysterious stubborn-streak in me, that decided to get the hand-washing done, being as I had got up, albeit grudgingly, so early. I did not want to miss using the time I had made and gained in foolishly, nay, lamebrainedly, nay, stupidly getting up and about so early in the day.

wda51.51.153 The bad luck was in the middle of washing the shirts and socks, the damned cunningly timed Peripheral Neuropathy started the handshaking and leg dancing just at the moment I was emptying the bowl of soapy water to be replaced with some clear cold water for the rinsing out!

The fingers played up at the same time, and I ended up making a right and glorious mess of the kitchen and myself!

Blow the waist, got soaked as the hands lost a grip on the bowl. The good bt is the protectin pants kept most of the water out, but unfortunately, it dribbled down the trousers and onto the feet then floor to join the tidal-wave I was already sloshing about in! Cleaning things up was a painful affair, but I got it done eventually. Then dried myself out and changed clothing. I got on with sorting out and resumed the hand washing duties.

wda51.51.153 Again, somewhat ruefully, the finger dancing caused me to lose my grip of the Wilko clothes softener, dropped it, and the side split open! At least there was far less mess and disruption to sort out this time.

wda51.51.153 1Mon08I got the things drying and hanging eventually. Cleaned up again, and noticed my dodgy right-hand hand, had horrendously gone all red!

I think that with the whole body looking so anaemic and pale ever since the stroke, made it come across as being something more alarming to me?

However, a few minutes later, it had started to transmogrify back to its regular pastiness and off-whiteness. Hehe!

Perhaps the mixture of Wilko liquid soapflakes and fabric softener caused the colouration?

I got the emergency bucket disinfected and in position for easy access, near the computer. Used it for an SSPWW (Short-Sprinkly-Painful-Wee-wee) again a little yellowish.

WD 51.51.153 I made 1Mon07a brew of good strong Assam tea and sorted the medications out.

On the computer to update the Sunday post.

I hadn’t got far, and it was hard work with the finger-end-dancing.

I eventually, three months later it felt like, oh, and four wee-wees then, I got the update completed! Sent it off to WordPress, but, as I say, it took sooo long to do!

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I had a comment come in from my American cyber-pal, Tim. He mentioned the health checks readings and how good they were.

This made me realised I had not done the health checks, so I got them done. They looked okay to me, Sys 167, Dia 78, Pulse 83 and Temperature of 35.8°c.

The coughing and sneezing began again, out of the thin? No accounting for it.

I put some photographs on my Pinterest site. I then got on with starting this post off.

1Mon08aTime to get the ablutions sorted out, if I am to get everything done to catch the 09:30 bus to town. I hope the wee-weeing doesn’t bother me when I’m out. (Just a thought, but a worrying one!)

The stubbed toe look a lot better, but various back-up stubs during that on the three-wheeled-walker ensured it was still painful! Hehehe!

Got things ready, and set out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. I hopefully will see Hauptsturmführeress Warden Deana, and ask her if she would kindly fill in the Questionnaire about the Nottingham ‘On Call’ service I used, for help when I had the stroke, for me. And explain my writing problems with the electrification of the fingers and shakes, are making my handwriting almost unreadable. To me, it was as well!

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Gruppenführeress and Weekend ‘Tatler’ Model Deana, was in the office, and kindly, she filled in the form for me. I trotted over the road to the Post Box and got it in.

Then returned to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents portacabin. Some strangers were having a meeting there, and it was hard to find a seat. Glad I did though, I had a friendly chat with Angela, Roy, and Welsh William. When it came to going out for the bus, a right gang of residents were gathered. Hehe! Most of them got on the outbound bus. Those that went on the inbound one had a collection (including me), of trolleys and walkers. So, I 1Mon09ahad to sit on a sidesaddle seat. Most uncomfortable and incommodious way to travel, but, a necessary evil nowadays.

I got off with the others, in town on Upper Parliament Street. I called into Wilko store and bought some more liquid soapflakes, softener to replace the one that split open in the Accifauxpas early on. Humph!

WD 51.51.153 Then I went to the Poundland shop. But they had no Pork Farms Pies in, so I came out and decided to walk down Clinton Stree West and take some photographs. But as I stood there, I thought of Sandra from the TFZ site, when a turquoise I think, bus, was going by, from left to right, I took three snaps. On a closer look later at home, I saw the writing Lilac Line. So I got that wrong as well. Sister Jane would not be surprised to read this. Hehe! I hope Sandie likes this.

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1Mon09As I began to walk up to Clinton Street, another so-called street dweller had taken up a position close to the Poundland shop.

I felt a smidge guilty in passing him by, but one doesn’t know what to do for best in these situations. If someone is selling the Big Issue, at least they are trying to improve themselves. Poor devils or con-men?

But who am I 1Mon14to judge?

The large store on the corner of Upper Parliament Street and Clinton Street that used to be a John Collier Tailors, (Remember their TV ditty? “♫John Collier, John Collier, the window to watch! ♫Next it was a Burtons Tailors, I assume when they bought out the previous occupant. Many shops have occupied it since then, but all have failed. So, it’s no surprise they are struggling to get anyone interested.

The limp down Clinton Street West brought many photo opportunities for me.

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1Mon21I poddled into the slab square and began t go down Exchange Walk and took this photo on the right. The chap on his mobile looks just like my Brother-in-Law Pete. (To me, anyway!)

I got so far down, and glanced at my new-to-me second-hand “£2 wristwatch, with its £10 strap replacement, Hahaha! I realised I didn’t have time to g to the Marks & Spencer Food Hall in search of some Californian Sourdough bread 1Mon22after all. Else I will miss the L9 bus home.

So, I nipped back along South Parade near the tram station, and to the other Poundland store on Fletcher Gate… No, that should be, on Wheeler Gate. Tsk! But they had no Pork Farms pies either. But, I still ended up with a dirty-great load of stuff to add to the Wilko products already in the trolley. I ended up filling the shoulder bag too! Bleach, Payne’s chocolate brazil misshapes, Dettol lavender antiseptic disinfectant at £2 a bottle (Three pounds a bottle at Morrisons), so I got three of them. I certainly overdid it. A lady at the checkout helped me pack the bags while giving me a look like it was saying, “The poor pitiful old fool!” Huh, I know, I deserved it, too!

1Mon23The rain began to come a lot more substantial, and I made my way to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street.

I got a bit wet on the trip, but once under the bus shelter, it was dry enough. I took a shot of the Council House Dome, encapsulating some buses on Queen Streer. Encapsulating? Is that the right word? I’ll check it out… Yes, that’s the word. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

WD 51.51.153 The journey home was a daymare! Three of us on the bus with Trolley-Guides, and on the Sidesaddle seats – the rain was almost a storm – people getting on and off the bus, showering me with rain from their umbrellas as they got on and off. Then a lady with a pram got on! Sheila (I think that’s her name) adjusted her trolley-wheeler to make room. Leaving far less room for people to pass, I got wetted repeatedly as folks got on and off… then someone trod on my already stubbed toe! Still, we had a natter and laugh.

1Mon24WD 51.51.153 When we arrived at the flats on Chestnut Way, I got adequately soaked-through within seconds of alighting the bus. Shiela shot off at a pace that Veronica Campbell-Brown would have been proud of. We Woodthorponian’s do have much further to walk to and from the bus stop, the Winchesteronian’s were soon in their block, a few yards, not the 400 yards we poor devils had to suffer and get soaked-through, doing! Not moaning or jealous of course. Just wet! Haha!

After a bit of a farce trying to get in the lift, I got up and in the flat. The first thing, a wee-wee. Then out to fetch the trolley and bag inside. Put the stuff away, and got the kettle on. Readied the evening medications for later, on the Ottoman. Another wee-wee, it still looked on the yellow side to me?

Made a start updating this post and getting the pictures sorted out.

I stopped to phone Sister Jane. I wanted to know how she was going on with her poorly toe and the operation. I totally forgot about it as we nattered on about this and that.

Back to the blogging, and I recognised I had not asked Jane about her toe! I rang her again and inquired of her toe. Well, after what her surgeon said to her, I agree with her decision not to have it done. After the operation, which will hurt, she will be limping for at least a year, possibly two! I got the idea he was1Mon26 trying to put her off… well he succeeded! Tsk!

I pressed on with the blog for several hours. The rain kept pouring, then suddenly lessened.

I got the chips in the oven, and the porks slices readied. Then I did some more work on this Inchcock Today.

I then had a nip put on the balcony to take a photograph. The petrichor smell after the rain 1Mon25was wonderful. Just look at the spectacular, amazing colours of the greenery on Chestnut Way.

Nearly all of the balconies in the shot, have been decorated and adorned now. No doubt, an apartment with a female tenant in the flat! Hehe! Only joking!

I took a picture of one of the balconies of a man at leisure, peace, and having an idle-moment. Jealous mode adopted! Hehehe!

1Mon27He’s wearing jeans, old man’s slippers like mine, and lounging, feet up, relaxed, with a newspaper and book near to his expensive, possibly new chair; that I would not be able to get out of once I’d got down settled in it.

My EQ told me this pleasant scene proves that he does not have housework, ironing, and no laundry to do. No walking stick. No, medical appointments, no physio exercises to do, his balcony does not leak like what mine does, I don’t see any medication pots. Above all, there will be a lady living in the flat. Haha! Jealous Mode still in use!

I got the no1Mon33sh made and served up. Chips, Brunswick smoked ham, mini pork & pickle pies, Pinto beans and a Limoncello dessert to follow. I ate it all!

WD 51.51.153 I got back to my naughty ways afterwards and ate a bag of crisps, and some chocolate covered Payne’s brazil nuts and two jelly babies! I blame the getting soaked through in the rain. Ahem! Guilt Mode Adopted!

I just know I’m putting weight back on, and am a touch wee’d-off with myself now!

I got settled, took the medications and watched some TV… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 8th June 2019: Health ended up taking a turn for the worse. Never mind.

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2019 June 7

Saturday 8th June 2019

Hebrew: 2019 יום שישי 7 ביוני

After making such a mental-mess and getting all confused with things last night, I eventually got some sleep in, a good six hours of peaceful and dreamless peace! Ahh!

WD 0.0.128a 05:20hrs. I woke with the most considerable reluctance and taciturnity, then I had to struggle through a short period of uncommunicativeness between my thoughts and brain, that was out of my control. I listened to the confusion reining about, without the slightest idea or decipherment of what was milling about for a few minutes. Then again, somehow, and for some reason, this did not bother me in the least. It was not distressing, disturbing, or even frustrating to me? The fact that this unique event had happened did concern me a little later on in the day, however.

6Sat14The usual need for a wee-wee came later than usual. But it was enough to convince me to get my well-torsoed body out of the £300 second-hand, gungy-beige, rickety, on its last legs, c1968 recliner, and off to the wet room. There were no toe-stubbing or dropping the walking stick on the toe this time. It was another of the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) variety.

I hand-washed the socks and left them soaking in the sink in liquid soapflakes.

6Sat13Off to the kitchen, where I noticed the weather was raining and misty.

Luckily for me, I remembered last nights Accifauxpa, when I took the morning medications instead of the evening ones, when I suffered the mental-whoopsiedangleplop and mix-up over time and what day it was. At least I knew where I was. Tsk!

6Sat15I got the kettle on and fetched the socked and rinsed them, and added them to the nowhere near dry oven mitts on the flat clothes airer.

I challenged me aboulia over what, if, which of the morning tablets I needed to take. After much faffling, pondering, and a surprising bit of ratiocination, I decided just to take one of the Warfarin of what should have been last night doses. How I arrived at this decision, I’ve not 6Sat10the foggiest idea, but it sounded right to me at the time. 

I made a brew of Assam tea and went to the multi-tasked front room. (Office, Computer room, balcony room, bedroom, Sock-Glide Torture room, and Stroke Physio Exercise room) and took another shot of the weather outside.

Which was still raining, but less misty now. 

 I got the computer going to update, finalise, and send off the Friday post. And a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room again. The evacuation was the usual struggle to get started, followed by the now familiar ‘Plonk’ or thud and a splash with water spraying up onto the bottom.

WD 0.0.128a 6Sat16When I stood up, what gobsmacking colour things were. The same colour that the Humber Desert lorries were painted during the second world war, a  sort of light beige. I ought to mention this to the doctor if it comes out the same colour again. Which reminds me, I still haven’t heard anything about the Doctor referring me for a paediatrician? I checked out the legs. Whatever it was that was coming on the right 6Sat17leg shin, yesterday, had now gone? The fluid retention was coming back.

Although even now still tender, the stubbed toe when I fell over in the kitchen looked much improved, however. I got the finger and hand shakes just as I was taking this picture of the feet. Tsk!

Back to the utility room, and pressed on with doing the updating of the diary. The fingers were still getting the electric-like shakes, and this persisted for an hour or more. It’s never lasted this long before. But, they did tell me at the ulcer clinic, that there was nothing they could do about the Axonotmesis, and it will only get worse. So, I have been warned. The stroke might have brought it on more quickly? Most annoying and time-consuming all the correcting time needed!  Ah, well!

I got the oven on low, ready for preparing Josie’s weekend meal later on. Then made a start on this blog. The fingers were back to normal, with only a few-second shaking bout every now and then. After a few hours, I decided to get the ablutions tended to, so put the computer off as, since the last Windows Update, it will not go into Sleep-Mode again! Humph!

I made up the rubbish bags and called to see Josie and tell her when they would be ready, about 13:00hrs. She thought I looked a bit peaky and took the bags to the waste chute for me. I thanked her and we had a little chinwag, then back to the flat to get Josie’s nosh prepared.

WD 0.0.128a Not very successful with the cheesy spuds, I’m afraid. I dropped one, and the husk broke. I saved the flesh, but the skin on the floor had to be dished. So, then I found they had not been cooked through properly. Any amount of bashing would not get rid of the lumps. So, I scooped the skinless potatoes into an oven dish and baked them for ages, but it was not very good. In fact, I think my worst effort ever! This got me feeling a little down again. The meal looked okay in the end, but the lumpy potatoes to the edge off of it for me. The smoked herring in tomato and veg sauce, garden peas and mushrooms were fine. I delivered it to her door and explained about the cheesy potatoes.

6Sat29An hour or so later, I got my nosh cooking.

A feeling of exhaustion arrived.

Josie rang the door chimes and returned the dish and tray. She said the potatoes were fine, but I think she might have been being kind to me. Hehe! I handed her a pack of the lemon wafers for afters, she likes them as much as I do.

I got the nosh ate up, but the sudden drop in health meant I didn’t really enjoy it. By the time I’d eaten it, washed up, and took the medications, all I was capable of was sitting there watching TV, with the occasional short involuntary kip now and then. After one of these nod-offs, I decided to watch the DVD film, Equaliser 2 again and tried not to nod-off this time.

Of course, I nodded off.

I woke around eleven o’clock PM and got up. Still feeling a little groggy for some reason? Always the weekend, when there is no staff on site to help, innit! Hehe! Never mind, if things get bad I can use the Alarm Alert Wristlet button.