Inchcock Today. Fri 16 Aug 19: Emotions today, torturous, unbearable, uncomfortable, enjoyable, to buoyant! Hehe!

2019 Aug 16

2019 Aug 16

Friday 16th August 2019

Spanish: Viernes 16 Agosto 2019

A sad day for deaths: 17th August: We lost Elvis, Babe Ruth, Atal Bihari, Bel Lugosi, Stewart Grainger, and John G. Diefenbaker. Thankfully, Adi Amin popped his clogs, too!

04:15hrs. I woke in need of another wee-wee. I disentangled my still-tired boy from the £300 second-hand, c1968, horrendously beige-coloured, rickety recliner. A couple of paces with the stick, and utilised the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). I was a little taken aback when it turned out to be an SHLNS (Sharp-Hosepipe-Like-No-Sensation) wee-wee. No pain, no effort used, and No idea when it had stopped! Hehe!

I took the well-filled bucket with me, to be emptied and sanitised, to the kitchen. Did this job, then got the handwashing onto the airer for drying. The sphygmomanometer was still not working, and the thermometer had also packed up. Humph!

WD 0.0.128A So I made a brew, took the medications, and responded to the innards demands, and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, heck! Back to the rock hard, rear-end tearing, solid, oh so painful, torpedo-style again! It never gets itself right, this month has been all one extreme or the other. Tsk!

I got the computer going, and answered some Emails, then got on with updating the Thursday WordPress blog. Emailed it, and put some pictures on the Pinterest site. All this took me a long time of course, but the hands and finger, well, leg, arm, and shoulder as well, were all being so kind to me this morning. Without their placid contribution, I am sure this job would have taken me at least twice as long.

I fancied something to eat for brekkers. I am not an ascesis, but I resisted, bearing in mind the astronomically, supersized nosh I had consumed last night. (No wonder the evacuation was so painful. Huh!)

I then made a start on this blog. Getting as far as here, and changed to make up an order for Morrisons next week. I made short work of this for once. The reason being, I ordered tow saucepans fr delivery with the food. That almost made up the minimum spend on their own. Tsk! It will save me having to carry them back from Arnold today. I can concentrate on getting other things to carry home from Asda, then.

Time was getting one with my late waking up, so I went on the WordPress reader. Then it was time for the ablutionalisationing session. Only one dropsie, the razor, and only one little nick shaving. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

5Fri004Dressed all ready, trolley prepared, shopping list in pocket black bags to the waste chute, and out, down the lift and made my way through the link-passage to the Windwood Court lobby.

I like the sensor lights that come on as you walk along the passageway, with residents flats either side of you. Hopefully, we will not disturb any extra-care residents when they move in. The pictures on the walls give the place a homely-looking appearance.

5Fri005I got to the lobby entrance and called into the Obersturmbannfhreress Warden’s holding & interrogation office. Mentioned the new water leak in the flat, that seems to have stopped now. Mini-chinwag, and out to the bus stop with Lynne, Christine and Mary. We were soon joined by a gang of Winwood Heightonians. The crowd nattered away, it was nice to listen to then, 5Fri006even though I was missing a lot of the conversations they were having. Caroline from the top car home arrived, Marie, John and others, got on the first, City Bound bus.

I spotted the absence of the now removed old shed across the road. Oddly, there was a touch of sorrow at it going?

The one I needed pulled in behind, and I had to make my way through those boarding the City L9, so was almost the last one getting on, one of the ladies let me go through with the three-wheeler, bless her. It was one of those crammed-full trips. I got in a side-saddle seat, the last one. I had a failed crossword puzzle session en-route, as the rain began to fall.

5Fri007As I made my way to the Boyes store to check out their saucepans availability, the market place had just the two stalls open, one of them a fruit & veg one, so, I mosied on over to take a look at what was available. They had some fresh looking garden peas, not cheap, but their pristine condition encouraged me to get a pound of them for £1.50. I also got some excellent looking baking potatoes, five for £2.

Then, with the bag of the trolley already full, I carried on to Boyes and investigated their saucepan shelves. No small ones with lids, well, they had some, but they were too costly, for what they were. After checking out their hats, none at all, long sleeve shirts, none at all either, I went to the medication and cleaning shelves, where I got some bargains. Lavender Dettol at £2, Olive oil, 2 for £2, and two Cirtus pull-up fresh air bottles. The spare carrier had to be used to carry them. And I still had Asda to visit!

5Fri007aThe rain was easing off as I hobbled to the Asda store. I met Mary in the shop, we had a natter.

I arrived much longer later at the self-serve checkouts with Baxter’s beetroot that had a Special Offer price of £1 on the shelving, that the machine decided should be £1.54, I didn’t notice until later, Tsk!  A milk roll loaf, two bags of the Asda label bacon-flavoured fries, some vine tomatoes. I found some yoghourt rice cakes that were cheaper than the Lidl ones, so got three packs of them.

Out to the bus stop on Front Street, where Mary was waiting. We had another nattering session, as the rain started again. I was struggling with the trolley and a full carrier bag of stuff. As the bus progressed, we picked up other tenants, and three of them all had the same, a trolley and full carrier bag to cope with. I nightmare journey, having to move each time someone wanted to get on or off the bus. But we did have a laugh along the way.

Back at the flats, I got off last, and the others had all shot off home. I walked back through the corridor in Winwood and came out at the Woodthorpe lift lobby. I took a picture of the hall, but it has dissolved into the ether from the SD card. Like so many seem to do! Humph!

Up to the apartment, and the fatigue dawned, as it usually does. I suddenly felt all drained again. I had a somewhat off-putting SPSHPL (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-Like) wee-wee. Got the kettle on, put the fodder away, made the tea and podded some peas to soak in a little demerara-sugared water for later.

Washed and locked the front door, before stripping off, Got the chips in the oven cooking, made some tomato sarnies, and doing a bit of cleaning around the cooker, retrieving some shot-off peas as I did so. Haha!

5Fri007bThe nosh was a decent effort. The tomato sandwiches, fries, smokey bacon, beetroot, gherkins and the most delightful fresh garden peas, were all consumed.

After which, I found myself in a ruminative mood, for some reason. I got the pots washed up and tray cleaned and got down settled in the £300, second-hand, sometimes working but not tonight. c1968, crumby beige-coloured, rickety, rusty, recliner.

But the recalcitrant, contemplative mind-meandering continued. The thoughts were querulous, worrying, and it seemed I was on a self-hating campaign again. Luckily for me, these harrowing sentiments were stopped in an instant, as I rose to have another wee-wee…

WD 0.0.128A After taking this time, a quiescent RDD (Reluctant-Drip-Drip) wee-wee, I stubbed the same toe again, against the Ottoman! Even at the time and in all that pain, I was aware of and glad it had stopped the self-destructive brain-storming.

I thought if I put on the TV and watch an A-team episode, this would surely send me to sleep? And it did! In short-time as well!

Zzz!

 

Inchcocksk Today. Thursday 15th August 2019: Flatbound day, messy!

2019 Aug 15

2019 Aug 15

Thursday 15th August 2019

Macedonian: Четврток 15-ти август 2019 година

Menachem Begin was born this day in 1913

00:00hrs. I made a start on this blog. With the EQ telling me that the Stroke Physio leader Jennifer coming to talk, and questionnaire me, was not going to be an enjoyable visit – also, something seriously Whoopsiedangleplopish was on its way, and I would not like it! I had a positive sense of the reliability of both of these EQ warnings! My earlier feelings of a contented blitheness now disintegrated.

Doing this post was far less hassle than doing yesterdays, that I did before midnight. Then again, there were no photographs to go in it yet. The trembling fingers had ceased, and there was no Neuropathic Schuhplattler or stomping from the leg, either! A positive and welcome change!

My newly acquired allotriophagy came to the fore, in my decision to have a piece of pork pie, a tomato, and a mini-bag of Cheese Curls for breakfast!

WDPrightWD 0.51.102 I was well 4Thu07shattered when I got this far and decided to try and get some sleep in to catch up. The previous two-nights have been terribly messy with a total of only about three hours sleep! I put this down to ‘Turmoil of the Mind,’: a disturbed brain that cannot cut-off the echinate waves of worrying, fears, self-loathing, a total lack of confidence… a psychological-mind-block! I just thought I’d mention it! Humph!

I tried to do a panoramic shot with the Nikon camera of the moody looking sky, but I failed on every try. Pee’d-off with myself, I tried one last time, going down instead of across, I got this as a result. But it wasn’t what I was hoping for.

I put the TV on, all rubbish showing, to help me nod off. I was soon in the land-of-nod. I stayed there, blissfully for about four hours. Gratifying it was, and I woke up with a renewed faith. But the EQ warnings were niggling away at the grey-cells! Limiting my enjoyment of the new-found mood of semi-contentment. I got the handwashing on the airer and made a mug of tea.

WD 0.51.102 Oh, bother! As I walked through the door, I felt the water on the soles of my feet! The heart sank! An instant fearful depression came over me, with a touch of self-pity thrown in. I’ve Christened it as Inchies intimate, in-depth ‘Depressionalisational Period!’ Hehe!

As I traced the water flow, the unwanted mind-blast started off:

  • Why am I the only person in the 240 flats, who had an infestation of boll-weevils?
  • Why am I the only tenant out of about 240 flats, to have his electricity cut-off for nine-hours by the Willmott Dixon sub-contractors, by accident? 
  • Why am I the only resident to trip over Malcolm’s outside doormat last month?
  • Why was I the only tenant to get his carpet ruined and plaster left on his furniture, curtains, kitchen tops, and floor, by the Willmott-Dixon sub-contracted plasterer?
  • Why was it only me alone, that had to have his new heater resited so he could open the cupboard doors, and now has holes in the wall and floor that need financial attention to put right? 
  • Why was I the only old chap in the flats, to fall off of the L9 bus while alighting the same?
  • Why am now a World Champion Toe-Stubber?

And the most relevant question, why was I concentrating on long-gone cock-ups and chronic-bad-luck, with the current Whoopsiedangleplop still in need of being investigating? The queriest thing; ‘Am I losing it altogether, here?’ Hehe!

The water I found was not only coming from the twice-this-week repaired cold water tank. But worse, as I was sorting out the mess, I found that the socks and shirts underneath in the airing cupboard had all got soaked through and were musty smelling!

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WD 0.51.102 I made up four bags of musty-foul-smelling clothes from the airing cupboard. The shelf that was alright before the two visits from the plumbers earlier in the week was collapsing now! The bags of previously good socks, jammies and shirts were taken and put down the waste chute!

Standing cold water was cleared from the top half, the floor and the airing cupboard. The wet, but not too smelly socks and jammies, were gathered together and the bath towel added to the rest of the clobber, and I went down to get them in a washing machine, with tons of Wilko Y-Lang freshener crystals. I returned to the flat and was about to carry on with the blog, having set the timer for 30-minutes, when Jennifer from the Community Stroke Team arrived.

WD 0.51.102 An unsettling interview took place, exciting. Many questions answered. Details were given over, personal, medical, and problems being suffered. The EQ kept telling me not to go to the meetings. But, I agreed and thanked Jennifer. I should think about an hour-and-a-half was spent at the session with the lady. She told me the sessions start strictly at 09:30hrs and will last until 12:15hrs, on Tuesday 3rd September, and will be strictly controlled to a routine each week. Welcome, Exercises, Relaxation, Refreshments, Health & Wellbeing topics, and Activities? Rigid rules, I like that!

Shame that I can’t use the bus passThe late finish means nothing else will get done on Tuesdays, now.  She told me to cancel or change all other appointments for Tuesdays. That’ll be exciting – scary too! Haha! I asked her where precisely the meetings were to be held. She said; St Andrews Church and Castlegate Church Hall. Chaucer Street/Goldsmith Street. I’ve written this on the notes I’m leaving. She added I was to look it up on Google!

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WD 0.51.102 I thanked Jennifer, and off she went. When she had gone, I realised the washing was still in the washer! I hobbled down as quick as I could and got it in the dryer. Luckily this inconvenienced no one, Phew!

I checked the water leak, and place paper towels around so that I could see if any more water was escaping. I may have been caused when the repairs were done, as I could not see any more escapages? I got on with updating this post.

I took a couple of shots from the horrendously hard to get at for cleaning, light & view-blocking, new kitchen window. The second one, showing the scene-blocking extra-wide, photographer’s nightmare sticking out ledge.

WD 0.51.102 Argh! An hour or so later, I realised that the clothing was still in the dryer in the laundry room! I fumbled about and got down to the laundry room, expecting that someone would have removed, and rightly too, my clothing from the machine. But it was still in the drum. I removed the things and put them on top of the casing to sort out. I’m getting adept at using the walking stick to retrieve the socks at the back of the dryer. Haha! It took a while to get the socks sorted out into pairs again.

Back up, and got the kettle on, and took a wee-wee of the SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) variety. I was suddenly in quite an intransigent mood, determined to sort out if the water leak needed reporting or not! Blown if I can work it out. But it looks like no extra leaking from last time I checked?

Back to updating this blog, and…

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I went through the rigmarole of off and on again, resetting the crap virgin box. Then saved everything I could, turned everything off, gave it ten-minutes and all back on again. Although very slow, the net came on.

3Wed12aaI did the ablutions. The well-stubbed, unlucky middle toe, was a bit easier pain-wise.

It was the mental side of things I was struggling with today. Hehe!

I felt all unsettled, with the things going as they have been. The lack of and disorganised sleep, the psychological mind blocks, the water leaks, the laundry cock-ups, the uncomfortable interview, Liberty-Global’s lousy service. Plus,  the EQ always being right is annoying and niggling, as well! Humph!

I’m tired again, and its nearly head-down time. With so much not being done as well. I’ll get the nosh sorted and eaten. I’ll probably fall asleep eating it. Grumph!

WD 0.51.102a Getting the nosh prepared, and had a walk onto the balcony, as the sun looked to have come out with a vengeance. But, I was not fooled into using the veranda widows after all, as the wind was howling through the gaps in the panes. I took these shots from the kitchen window instead.

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Oh, the beautiful sky and clouds! A nephologygist (Like wot I am) delight!

I carried on updating for an hour or more. But it was already beyond mu head-down time, and fatigue arrived. I got the nosh prepared.

4Thu11Well, the nosh turned out to be a much better one than of late. McCains overcooked chips (fries), fresh garden peas, ball-bearing textured beetroot, pickled gherkins, apple slices, Gorgeous tomato sandwiches on Milk Roll bread, and Pork Farms (Very fatty) pork pie sliced. Followed with a little pot of Lemon Mousse. Overall, a Flavour-Rating of 7.8/10.

Washed the pots, then did the handwashing. Checked the leaking from the airing cupboard storage tanks again, and no new water found! Fingers crossed.

Then I got my over-bulbous, rachitic body down in the £300, second-hand, sickly beige-coloured, sometimes not working (like now), rickety, c1968, rusty, almost intolerably lumpy, recliner, and immediately started the nod-offs and waking seconds later!

5Fri01I had to get up again an hour or so later, to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), for an unexpected, almost lachrymose wee-wee of the ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) variety. I had a look at the stubbed-toe as I resettled into the unsteady recliner. By gum, it had settled down a lot at last!

Then again, thinking about it, I had not been out for a hobble today, had I? We’ll see how it goes tomorrow when I have a walk to try and get a small saucepan with lid, to replace the one I had incinerated. Mmm!

The nodding-offs and waking minutes later, started again!

Hey-Ho!

 

Inchcockski Today. Wednesday 14th August 2019: Got out to town, even though it was precipitating on me. Haha!

2019 Aug 14

2019 Aug 14

Wednesday 14th August 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 14eg Awst 2019

Enzo Ferrari past-away this day, in 1988

I’d been awake since 19:00hrs last night, initially thinking I have overslept and it was 07:00hrs in the morning. I’d been working for hours on doing some graphics for the blog headers and thoughts, when, well, fancy that, and blow me down…

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Then things got more serious…

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Twenty minutes later…

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My gustatory desires rose up, and I had two Club biscuits and three sweeties!

After much aggravation, exacerbation, frustration, and concentrated augmentation, it came back on, although it was still slow. It was getting me more and more angry with Liberty-Global, with only silent swearing and cursing, I might add! Smug-Mode -Engaged!

I pressed on with the Tuesday Diary, finished it and sent it to WordPress.

The first wee-wee since waking up, approximately five hours ago, was a rattling ‘I thought it would be a never ender’. An ELWP (Extremely-Long-Weak-Powerless) wee-wee that meant the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) needed emptying afterwards. Humph! One of the longest ever, I think it was.

WD 200.0.0 The ablutions were done tackled. Which was a mistake, a bad one, too! I completely forgot all about how early it was. So, if any of my neighbours are reading this, and the noise of the shower bothered you, I humbly apologise to you! I just didn’t realise until after, when I was having the daily confrontation with the sock-glide! Shame-Mode-Engaged!

WD 200.0.0A The accifauxpas and injuries were all minor ones; Only one tiny-weeny cut shaving. Many dropsies, including the toothpaste tube, the toothbrush (twice), soap, shaving foam, flannel (twice), the ear spray can, and the nail-cutters.No dizzies and no falls! (Head shakes cockily from side to side!)

The Sock-Glide didn’t cause any real hassle pain-wise, but there may a bruise or two to come up on the hand and leg. Hehehe!

3Wed01gIt was drizzling outside. I took a shot from the balcony side window. That’s one of those with a finger masticating already going rusty metal spring opening devices, that need pushing and pulling at the same time to open the window. Which regularly involves injury, finger-gouging, bruise-making and bleeding profusely. But not today.

3Wed01iNo thanks to the potentially lethal or deadly to Warfarin-takers opening; More to the fingers and hands not playing up and shaking or making the electric-like jumps.

I fearlessly closed the window, and as it misted up, I took another shot from inside. Hehe!

Back to starting this blog going on the 3Wed01Jcomputer. Another round of odd noises from above?

The Morrison delivery arrived. The chap dropped the bags just inside the door for me, I fetched the return carriers and thanked him. I moved the bags into the kitchen. Then I set about sorting, stacking and cramming the fresh food in the fridge and freezer.

3Wed01L Then got the black bags sorted and taken to the chute. Somehow or other I got it stored away. It looks like I overdid it again with the supplies? Shame-Mode-Engaged! And I plan to go to town today, to try and get some photographs, and Sherbert Saucers and Pork Farm Pies from the Poundland Store, if they have any in stock. I must resist any of the specials on offer! (We’ll see!)

3Wed01QI got the nibbles in the three-wheeler and set out to go through the new walkway, to the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens new holding-cells and interrogation room.

WD 200.0.0 The passageway trip into the Winwood Court area, started the mind wandering.

  • I must take care not to catch the three-wheeler on the new flooring. Haha!
  • I must take care not to catch the electric wires sticking through the wall near the swipe entry door.
  • When some decent weather arrives, I’d love to get out in the back area and have a chinwag hopefully and a mug of tea!
  • The new flats, although I haven’t looked at them yet, the surrounding areas look very comfortable.

I spotted a leaflet in the foyer area, inviting anyone who wants to, can come along to see the official opening of the Winwood Court flats. It is on Monday 2nd September at 14:00hrs. I know I have a Hospital appointment on that day, but cannot recall for what time. Tsk!

The Obersturmbannfhreress Wardens, Deana and Julie were in the holding-cells when I arrived. I dropped off the nibbles that I couldn’t deliver yesterday and had a quick giggle and laugh. I left via the Windwood foyer door. And took some pictures as I did so.

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I returned to Woodthorpe Court along Chestnut Way, and Jenny & Frank were waiting for a taxi in the foyer – they were in the lobby, not the cab! Haha! I remembered their treats up in the flat and shot up and fetched them. When I returned, Gaynor and Mo had joined the others. So, I handed out some nibbles and gave Jen and Frank their treats, while listening to the gossiping and general contentment shown, with a few moans thrown in. Hahaha!

3Wed05To the bus stop, where a gang of residents had massed to wait for a bus. The journey to town was spent, deep in my crossword book. And a jolly successful session it was, too!

I dropped off the bus at the terminus on Queen Street. Fairly wet, I made my way down and over to the Poundland shop. Taking some shots of the city centre en route.

3Wed05a1But not many, I was getting soaked. Hehe!

I got in the Poundland store, and went crazy-potty on a spending spree! Oy Vay! What a fool! I ended up spending a lot of money, on treats and fancies! Humph!

When I got to the self-serve tills, the kind lady saw me struggling again, and did the job for me, including helping fill the pathetically small bag on the trolley, and filling the heavy-duty carrier bag, too!

IMG_1399I thanked the lady earnestly. And came out with two bags containing: Two x6 mini Twiglets, New varieties of Kit Kat for the social nibbles and treats, Two Pork Farm pork pies, Salt and vinegar Poptastic crisps, Lavendar Dettol disinfectant (4), and four bags of Payne’s misshaped chocolate almonds and brazils! Oh, dearie me!

3Wed10aA slight Ashamed-of-myself mode came over me!

I took a walk around the slab square. It looked a terrible hodge-podge of customer-free rides, wooden divider panels and a gloomy depression hung over the place.  Although the Nottinghamians around, did not seem their usual grim, scowling faces on?

IMG_1398I took a few pictures. This one, of Wheeler Gate when I came out of the shop, shows the fantastic windows designed by Fothergill Watson.

Unfortunately, there were so many shops up for rent, letting or sale! This applied to all the streets in town. Everyone had a business that had collapsed!

IMG_1400I walked through the Exchange Aracade under the Council House, on my hobble, and this was possibly the saddest shot of them all. Not a single customer in view!

I went down Long Row, and had a memory blast-session, from way back in the sixties. When Burtons of Smithy Row occupied the whole ground floor inside the arcade. They were IMG_1401bought out by Fine Fair, who were bought out later my Asda, who was bought out then, by Walmart! The wonderful smells from their fish department, fresh cakes, delicatessen, bakery, etc., still come back to me!

Memories of Suzanne came flooding back too.

No more photographs were taken here. I was nervous about the camera getting too wet and damaged.

Although, I did get under cover of some abandoned offices, to take these shots below, of the waste bin on Queen Street.

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A quick ‘Hello how are you’ with some tenants, waiting to get on the bus, as I got off of the bus on Chestnut Way, and back to the Woodthorpe Court. I went back through the cut-through from inside Winwood Court, to avoid the rain. I went up in the elevator, talking with Chrissie and a builder chap.

I got inside, and sudden fatigue overcame me again. But I was not feeling down at all with it. Got the fodder put away. Did the handwashing and hung it to dry. Stripped ready for my head-down time, and got the nosh prepared.

3Wed12 (2)No hard work about this today.No cooking at all needed. I made some milk roll bread tomato sarnies and salted them. The BBQ ready-cooked free-range chicken legs, raw shelled garden peas, gherkins and some sliced apple. A side dish of sorts was the Poptastic Salt & vinegar flavoured crisps. And a naughty but delightfully tasty Limoncello dessert! The chicken legs were not too good tastewise, but everything else was great. Taste Rating; 6.5/10 given. Note to self: Do Not buy any Lidl cooked chicken again!

3Wed12Did the washing up, and heard some noise from the hallway. Went to investigate. A letter from Boot’s Opticians had arrived. I threw it in the bin, without opening it. When Boots closed their branch I used on Friar Lane, they told me to go to either Victoria Centre or Canal Street branches. So, I went to the Victoria Mall, and it was on the upper floor. I waited patiently for a customer service person to appear, and she approached me. She was seemingly out of breath and told me to pick a frame over there, she pointed to them, adding I will find someone to tend to you. Twenty minutes later, no one had appeared. So, I left. I went to AC Allen in Sherwood, to get a test and my new glasses from him. Very satisfied with the spectacles, price and the service.

I got settled to watch a Rumpole of the Baily episode on the TV. But didn’t get to the end of it, I fell asleep during the first commercial break. Waking up some four hours later.

3Wed12aWD 200.0.0 Again, like yesterday, thinking it was morning! But this time soon realised it was not!

I put the kettle on and went out on the balcony to have a gander. Oh dear! Another ambulance calling! I hope it is not Roy or Frank, they have both been unwell recently. Fingers crossed!

3Wed12aaI visited the Porcelain Throne. Another painful but messy evacuations.

The stubbed toe was looking a little better now. But it seemed to be hurting, or stinging more than ever?

I got the handwashing onto the upright airer.

Made the tea, and got a packet of cheese curls to nibble, and settled down in the embarrassing grotty second-hand, c1968 recliner again. But I nodded-off again before I could drink the tea.

Waking once more an hour or so later, but feeling so refreshed, it was unbelievable?

3Wed12bI got up for a wee-wee, back again to the RPDD (Reluctant-Painful-Drip-Drip) mode of wee-wee.

I went to make another mug of tea, and get it drunk this time. Hehe!

I took this photograph of the evening sky. It is not as awe-inspiring as many other shots shown on the web, but it is beautiful to me.

I got the computer started to update this diary. I got it finished, just before midnight.

Yawn quiescently!

TTFNski.

Inchcockski – Tues 13 Aug 19: A decent little hobble photographicalisationing today. Didn’t do the stubbed-toe much good though. Hahaha!

2019 Aug 13

Political Humour

The policeman is the rarest!

Tuesday 13th August 2019

Icelandic: Þriðjudaginn 13. ágúst 2019

2Tue01WD 0.0.0. 1:10hrs: The stubbed middle toe was the reason for little sleep last night. So tender, anything that comes close to touching it, hurts! Haha!

I gave up any idea of trying to get back to slumberland. The extraction of the cumbersome wobbly body from the £300 second-hand, c1968, unappealingly-dour, beige-coloured, currently on strike, rickety, recliner, was done exceptionally obnixely, and with care. I wanted to avoid any Accifauxpas and or further toe-stubbing at all costs.

The mind was still in the same state as it was last night, obnubilated and worry-filled. A wee-wee was taken in the used-just-once overnight, EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), and it was of the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) variety. The hand-washing was hung up to dry. I was taking great care as I moved about, to avoid any toe-stubbings! I took the medications with spring water. No health checks were done.

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It looks like a new sphygmomanometer and thermometer will be needed. Made brew of Yorkshire Tea. The flavour of the tea has not been up to par over the last few days. Perhaps it is with the upgrading of the water system? Or, of course, it could be my innards or taste-buds?

WD 0.0.0. Off to use the 2Tue02Porcelain Throne. What an ultra-messy affair! Things had softened a lot, yet still, the pain in passing remains? The hand was starting to shake a little, hence the terrible photo of the bruised middle toe. I think the toe next to the big one must have got a stubbing along with the centre toe?

I cleaned things and myself up, and returned to the kitchen to collect the tea, took it carefully with me to the front-junk-office-bedroom, and started the computer.

I updated the Monday post and got it sent off. The fingers and hands were not playing up much at all? But I was concerned, that with the odd tremble in the right leg, it might burst forth into a full-blown Neuropathic Schuhplattler routine. All was well, though, up to now. I dreaded to think of the pain from the stubbed toe if the limb did start dancing. Oy Vey! It is a rarity for shaking, stomping and dance routine to activate, though. I think it has only done it around ten-times since the stroke in total. So, I must stop fretting!

WD 0.0.0. I tried adding some photographs to the Pinterest site, but it never told me of any problems, the photos just didn’t appear? The Liberty-Global Virgin Media box had its lights flashing and the occasional slowing down. But I don’t know why this problem persisted. I gave up with trying to upload in the end.

Made a start on this post. Got as far as here, and had another LRWS wee-wee. Washed the hands and made another mug of tea, determined to drink this one! Huh! I took care not to stub anything when moving around. But the EQ told me, it would come again, the moment I lost concentration. Damned EQ!

Got the ablutions done. A good session, no toe-stubbing, (that had been done earlier, Tsk!) I wore the middle-size bamboo socks, to avoid the daily morning battle with the sock-glide, I can usually manage to get this pair on without the torture-glide farce. No shower taken, I had a stand-up wash this morning, being as I was going out early, to avoid the noise. The dropsies were increased a bit, mind; Twice the soap went, once with a little venom and flew off into the shower via the wall! The toothpaste tube, the razor, and the ear-sprayer also abscondicated. Hey-ho!

It was time to use the waste chute then, so I put the bags down and returned to get the three-wheeler and empty jars to take down with me. The original plans for me to go to Asda (Walmart) in Arnold, were waylaid on my way down in the elevator. I decided to go to the Continental shop in Sherwood, and the Lidl store in Carrington, thus allowing myself a decent hobble, before the weather turns nasty, if it does as they say it will, starting tomorrow! I just can’t recall which shop I bought the yoghourt covered rice cakes from. But I think it was from the Ozan store. High winds and showers warning on the radio (Not the wind and rain, I mean the message! Hahaha!)

2Tue03I placed the jar in the recycle bin on the way out. I threw a good morning to the caretaker, Steve, I think, but I didn’t hear what was offered in reply.

I took a half-decent picture of Winwood Heights from Chestnut Way, near to the Winchester Court Flats. And made my along to Winchester Street.

2Tue04WD 0.0.0. I was most impressed with workmen’s ingenuity in creating a genuine piece of Nottinghamian Street Art near the corner of the roads, using the signs and broken barriers that they had been removing. The subtle originality in doing this; are they have covered up the fractured sewer access hole at the same time! Very impressive, lads!

2Tue05WD 0.0.0. The mystery rusty white Mercedes van was still their, along with several other vehicles, parked right on the pedestrian’s footpath.

So I had to walk down the middle of the road again! I still think it just might be a stolen van that has been dumped. It’s been there for about three weeks, I guess.

I was once again, in an unaccountably, unwonted decent frame of mind. Found myself singing some Elvis and Cliff Richard 1960’s hit songs as I plodded down the hill. Which took me back and the memories flooded into my grey cells. Good and bad ones!

2Tue06WD 0.0.0.I was nearly on Mansfield Road realising I had got that far yet (I hope that makes sense?).

A little more Nottinghamiam Street Art on the corner of Dornoch Avenue. Whoever had hit the post, had a left a pretty display of glass, with some red light plastics scattered around. Hehehe!

2Tue07I went into the Ozan International Food Centre store. I could not find any of the yoghourts covered rice cakes, so I asked the young, tall, thick, appealing, attractive, highly desirous lady if they sold them. But they didn’t. So, maybe it must be Lidl then?

Or was it Asda, after all? Tsk!

2Tue15I bought some cakes and lemon baguettes for Jenny, Deana, Julie and Josie for a treat.

I can drop them off on the way home for them.

The weather was perfect for a hobble, and I took a really steady one, along Mansfield Road and into Carrington.

2Tue08I was still taking extra-care because of the stubbed-toe, and not wanting to trap it again on the three-wheeler trolley wheels!

Better safe than sorry. The pain from the toe got no worse, despite all the limping along I did. I was getting a bit of a decent pace going as well.

2Tue09WD 0.0.0. The same ignorant, supercilious, self-centred, arrogant shit-head, who did it on yesterday, came from behind and swerved around me. Making me jump. The bombastic, nasty, superior acting, uncaring, maleficent, pernicious, sanguinary, truculent, slob, carried on doing the same to other people as he cycled on into the distance. But it didn’t bother me! Humph!

2Tue23Over the hill and down to Carrington. Where I was greatly cheered when I met Big John outside the laundry on Mansfield Road. We had a great chinwag. He said he’d come to see me soon, at the flat.

So, I took my newly inflated ego to the Lidl Store. Which might explain why I bought so much stuff!

Nibbles for the Social Hour, beef pasties, sweets, Japanese rice snacks, Bavarian ham. To along with the cakes I got from the Continental shop. I paid up and left to catch a bus back up to Sherwood. Oh, I found the milk chocolate and yoghourt covered rice cakes in Lidl. Not cheap, but so delightful tasting!

2Tue18On the bus, I found the self-serve till receipt had an extra bt on it, for a copy of the Sun newspaper? Mmm!

I was soon back in Sherwood and alighting the bus. I had a walk around window shopping at first, as there was plenty of time before the L9 bus was due to arrive. There were two chaps sat on a bench. Both profoundly involved in their mobile phones. The younger one started his e-cigarette going. The smoke encouraged the older gentleman to say something to him, swear at him (I heard that, a four-letter word!), and turn his back to him Hahaha!

2Tue11

I called into the Wilko store and bought a bottle of their fabric freshener with the Y-Lang scent, that I am so fond of. They did not have saucepans in stock!

I called in two of the charity shops, to see if they had any small saucepans with lids. But they hadn’t got any either.

Up to the bus stop. No fellow tenants in the shelter. When the bus arrived, there was only one who I knew to say hello to, was on the vehicle?

Back at the complex, only five residents were waiting for the bus, and they all needed the outward bound L9. I chatted to a couple of Winchesteronaian’s, then made my way to the new Obersturmbannführeresses Office in Winwood Centre, to hand over their nibbles. But the holding-cell was locked up. So, I decided to use the new walk-through corridor back to the Woodthorpe Court.

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Up to the apartment, and called at Josie’s to hand her the treats. I got in the flat and got some potatoes simmering to use to make the cheesies later for the nosh.

2Tue19No demand for any wee-weeing. Which was worrying!

A letter and form from the local constabulary had been posted through the door.

I made a brew, then got the updating of this blog started.

2Tue20It was slow going, and a bit of a grind is today’s updating.

So I went out on the balcony, to take some photographs, while the sun was out. I took the first one, through the bottom half of the glass on the terrace. I didn’t risk life, limb and losing any more chunks of a finger on the metal spring clip that need pushing and pulling at the 2Tue21same time to open the end window.

I went to the kitchen next, and opened a window, one of the thick-framed, light and view-blocking ones, with the glass that cannot be reached safely for cleaning; and took this zoomed-in photograph. It really looks like another country.

2Tue24Got the nosh prepared. Bit of a feast this time. The cheesy potatoes were made with a drop of vinegar, and onion salt, using Leicester Red cheese. At least today, I got it all enjoyed and eaten. A worthy 7/10 for Flavour Rating. I watched Rumpole of the Bailey on TV, while I was dealing with the coenaculous activities (eating).

The clearing and cleaning up afterwards was an arduous task. The potato mix didn’t have any butter in it today, and the spoons and forks used to do the mixing and mashing were unbelievably sticky and hard to remove! Tsk!

2Tue22I got the handwashing done and hung to dry, and went for a wee-wee.

WD 0.0.0. The super-stubbed middle left toe’s bruising/bleeding seemed to be going a two-tone purple shade. Made an interesting change. Hehe!

I got the medications out ready for taking later, into the £30 second-hand recliner, and it appears, swiftly fell asleep!

07:30hrs: When I awoke with a bit of a jump, it was already light, and the brain panicked, and the body almost of its own accord, extracted itself from the rickety recliner, and the grey bucket was utilised for a remarkably forceful ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) wee-wee.

Feeling unexpectedly tired and heavy-eye-lidded, I went to make a brew and take the morning medications. During which, I noticed last nights doses in their pot, and for a few seconds, confusion reigned.

WD 0.0.0. Ah, things fell into place then! It was not 07:30hrs, but 19:30hrs! I had not overslept. I had only been asleep for an hour! No wonder I was feeling so tired! What a Meshugener!

I took the evening pills, got a home-made drink of orange and spring water, and got the computer on, to update this blog.

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Turned things off then back on. No good! Tried the reset button, no luck! Turned everything off and back on again, and Mr Fries Liberty-Global Internet came back on.

Ten-minutes or so later…

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Is there no authority that can bring these expensive, lying, untouchable, money and wealth greedy, con-men to book, for their lies, false claims and lack of decency and morality? No, I suppose not! If there were one, people like Fries,  Jan du Plessis, BT Internet, Trista Harrison, Talk-Talk etc. would probably have wangled or bribed their way onto the board of any regulators as well. Gnash!

Things, Fries-wise restarted of its own accord, but it was so slow!

I had run out of templates, so set about making some up in advance. Went on CorelDrawing first. To make the graphics.

Then back to WordPress, to get the blog templates set up for a couple of days.

Midnight approaches, TTFNski!

Inchcockski – Monday 12th August 2019: Medical Globdangerations, today!

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2019 Aug 12

Monday 12th August 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 12fed Awst 2019

02:10hrs: I woke, and had to free my horrendously ever-growing ever more significantly-sized wobbly-body from the £300, second-hand, none-working-at-the-moment, painfully off-putting beige-coloured, c1968, rickety recliner, for a wee-wee. Gained my balance, grabbed the stick and to the good old (empty) EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket).

WD 0.0.128A The wee-wee style was of the IDKWIB (I-don’t-know-why-I-bothered) mode. Never has so little been evacuated, resulting in such effort, patience, and pain! Urgh! Argh! And ten minutes later, a two-second dribble! Huh!

1Mon01aI must crack on today, the Doctors appointment at 08:50hrs, and Health Centre at 11:00hrs and some bread and tomatoes to be bought while I’m out.

The view from the kitchen window was a good one this morning.

The BP machine and thermometer were not having it again! I took the medications and made a brew.

I got the handwashing done and hung to dry. Then the summoning from the innards to attend the Porcelain Throne arrived. A messy evacuation, but not so painful. Washed the hands, the none-quivering hands, I might add. (Oh, yes, Smugmess Mode Adopted!)

1Mon02WD 0.0.128A The whole body looked extremely anaemic and cadaverous, it fair shocked me. Especially as I was feeling a lot stabler healthwise, in myself this morning?

Still, the pot marks and papsules seemed to be clearing up? Even the spider-veins were not showing up as much as vividly as they usually do. But that might be due to the current anaemicalness. I must mention this and show this picture to the Doctor this morning.

As I was just about to start updating yesterday’s blog, I had to hasten to the wet room for a sudden wee-wee. What a difference with this one! An unexpected, catching me unawares, LPSS (Long-Powerfull-Stinging-Splashingback) version! Another mess to clean-up! Humph! It was a good job I didn’t use the bucket this time, else it may well have been blasted out of my hand! Hehehe!

Back to the computer and got the finalisationing done to Sunday’s diary. Posted it off. Then went on the WordPress Reader. Made a start on this blog.

An hour or so later: I got the ablutions done.

WDP 01b leftWD 0.0.128A But at a cost! Tsk! Not exactly a good session, injury-wise, today. Oy Yay!

  • A tiny cut, but on the facial mole, and it took me ages to encourage it to stop bleeding.
  • Loss my balance while operating the death-defyingly dangerous, green hard metal sock glide.
  • Recovered and then lost a diddy chunk off of a finger on the suicidal-sock-grabber clip!
  • A final toe-stubbing on the seat-raiser metal leg finished the run of Accifauxas.

1Mon04Readied things for the hobble to the surgery. It was too early to take the waste bags to the chute.

WD 0.0.128A I set off out, down the elevator and out on to Chestnut Way. A worrying sight outside Winchester Court had me fretting a bit. As I drew level, ambulancemen came out, with a meat-trolley, but thankfully, no one was on it. Fingers crossed.

1Mon05The dang white Mercedes van was still there in the same place, parked up on the Winchester Street Hill pavement. I had to go out onto the road again to get around it. Tsk!

The walk down the incline was most pleasant weather-wise. Not too windy, sunny or any rain affected the hobble into Carrington.

On Mansfield Road, it seemed like a Nottinghamian’s Pavement Cyclists Heaven today. I’ve put photographs together, to show the naughty people all in one place.

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1Mon9I arrived with plenty of time to spare and logged in with the receptionist. I had a bash at the crossword book. Got some in on puzzled I keep going back to. Swank-Mode-Engaged!

Dr Vindla came into the waiting area and summoned me to her surgery. She asked me what the problem was. I told her that Nurse Ann had made the appointment about my NCH medical results from last week. “Ah, yes!” When did you last have a fall? ‘Over a week ago, I’m doing better now!’ Well, that’s hardly encouraging, is it? ‘Well, no!’ – she had a check of the lungs, and I mentioned the whiteness of the body this morning. Writing on the computer. You’ll need more blood tests, make an appointment when you leave! ‘Okay, thanks’. That’s it! ‘Thank you’. I departed and made the appointment with the receptionist. Who, knowing me, wrote the date and time down for me,  (Tuesday 20th August 07:30hrs) and told me not to lose it! I gave her1Mon10 some nibbles and made my way to the Lidl store, as I had plenty of time before the Sherwood Health Clinic appointment.

I left the store with some Scarlet Tomatoes, Mayonaise and some chicken drumsticks. I caught the bus back to Sherwood. Where the pavement cyclist almost hit me as I got off of the bus. Swine! 

1Mon14aI crossed over at the Pelican lights and made my way to the Sherwood Health Centre.

Where a different young lady this time, took the note from me, and gave me a sympathetic look, as she explained that the appointment is for September, not August! She kindly did not sneer or look at, nor deal with me in a demeaning way at all! Bless her!

WD 0.0.128A I asked if I could book an appointment with the paediatrician. Which made her laugh out loud, as she said; “I take it you mean the Podiatrist, my dear?” Even I had a sneaky smile when I realised what I had said, well, when she told me what I said! Hehehe! She phoned them for me, and she’d soon got me weighed up, as she wrote the much in the distance time and date on the doctor’s appointment card for me. Wednesday, 11th September! Blimey, my toes need cutting now! I thanked her and departed, to leave her to tell others of my faux pas, no doubt. Haha! I know I would have!

1Mon14I hobbled back into Sherwood and called in the Wilko shop. I got a bottle of liquid soap-flakes and a bottle of bleach.

Then made my way up the hill, over the crest and down into the Woodthorpe Grange Park. Where I had a long, slow walk through up the hill.

1Mon15While frequently stopping to view and admire the greenery, trees, and watch the many dogs taking their owners for a walk. Haha! I haven’t felt so contended in a long time. Just watching the pets and frondescence, plants, magnificent old trees, shrubbery, flowers, brambles, petiole, and shin-tangles, was a pleasure for me. Even the Pavement Cyclist didn’t get to me this time.

1Mon18I was in no rush, I was happy. When I got to the top and turned right onto the gravel hill path, and Winwood Heights came into view, I wondered and hoped that no resident had taken poor;y earlier, or worse.

I painstakingly made my way down the footpath. The three-wheel trolley-guide does not like going downhill at all. Controlling the thing can get a bit dodgy at time. But not today, I got to the bottom without any mishaps at all. Even the idiot who drove her little black car at such speed to the end garages area did not get to me either! I was getting a bit worried about all this contentment, it’s not natural for me!

I got in and up to the flat without seeing a soul. But that is not unusual. I got in and put the bits I’d bought while out away. Got on the computer and added the new appointments to the Google calendar.

WD 0.0.128A I started updating this blog and went to make a brew. Suddenly and serendipitously, just out of the blue, my general outlook on life returned. The doubts, fears, worries, and fretting about everything stormed into my mind! Nothing was sacred! I even wondered if I’d bought the mayonnaise in error and should have got something else to go on Josie’s fish? I couldn’t get it clear in my head. So much so, I called at Josie’s to ask her if it was Mayonaise that she said went well with her Tuna fish. It was, thankfully, the right stuff. We had a little natter, and I felt a fool for having to ask. I thanked her.

Back to doing the blogging. Time to get the fodder cooking. I got some chips in the oven; I’ll add the beef pie later.

1Mon20The EQ warned be that I must take care and concentrate? No other tips, though. The mind was still in a state of nervousness and worry.

While doing the cooking, I took and enjoyed perusing this nephelognosyer’s delight, photograph. I got the medications taken while waiting for the chips and beef pie to cook.

1Mon21I stripped down to the PPs. I made some buttered wholemeal flatbreads and served up the nosh. It looked good, it smelt grand, and I was really enjoying it and watching Rumpole of the Bailey, as…

WD 0.0.128A The door chimes rang out as I was eating! I put a seat cover around me, got the stick and answered the door. It was another Nottingham City Homes plumber! This chap had come to replace something on the cold water tank, that the chap came to replace yesterday, but a different part.

WD 0.0.128A He spent ten-minutes examining things, and he asked me if I had a pair of step ladders he could use. I went out to look on the balcony for them – passing the steps on the way! He spotted them, and once more, I felt a right fool today! Hehe!

WDP 01b leftWD 0.0.128A wd 0.0.128 A cracking, possibly the most painful ever toe-stubbing against the swivel chair legs. Oh, the pain! It forced me into using a little unsavoury language, I’m afraid!

I tried to eat the rest of the meal, but things were cold and soggy by now. Humph! Threw it in the bin!

The gentleman got the job done. I thanked him, and off he trudged.

wd 0.0.128 I found the stubbed-toe was the middle digit. Toes either side catching against the injury, meant I could not even wear my slippers. I was getting all fretfull again. And it soon started to turn black or blue on the second photograph.

1Mon22

Lucky; is perhaps not the best of words to describe me. Globdangerations!

It’s no wonder no one wants to come and visit me, it’s obviously the fear of catching and being affected by my infections, infirmities, maladies, contaminations, miasmas, issues, madness, contagions, disorders, afflictions, tribulations, ill-luck, contaminations, miasmas, septicity, anxiety disorder, timorousness, apprehensions, fears, septicity, and insecureness! And, I can’t blame them, either! Hehehe!

A harangued, pissed-off and had-enough Inchcock, then sat there doing nothing but mentally battling against the incoming Surface-to-Inchcock’s-Brain missiles, bringing forth sanity attacking worries, fears and a cruel demoralising acceptance of failure and distemperature, as the norm!

If anyone is training for a Doctorate (PhD or PsyD), who would like a challenging case to study, no charges either way! Can they please Email me. Haha!

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

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2019 Aug 11

Sunday 11th August 2019

Afrikaans: Sondag 11 Augustus 2019

7Sun01

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

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

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

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

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

So another job was cleaning out the drawer!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

7Sun15

Off to get the ablutionalisationing done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My nephelococcygia was working overtime with this view.

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

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

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

Inchcock Today. Saturday 10th August 2019: An oddly-most Day again!

2019 Aug 10

2019 Aug 10

Saturday 10th August 2019

Hindi: शनिवार 10 अगस्त 2019

02:30hrs: I bestirred into semi-life, sure I had been dreaming all through the night! What I was dreaming of is a mystery. But I think I was making myself nervous with whatever the nightmare was about. For, although it felt nippy all around me, I was pouring out sweat like never before. The lingering pong with it wasn’t very nice, either.

Amazingly, there were no calls for a wee-wee or the Porcelain Throne? Most uncharacteristic! The mind was a tad reluctant to activate at first, but when it did, the hateful stampede of unwanted worries, fears, guilty-conscience driven penitancy invaded my peace of mind.

wd 0.0.128 WD 0.0.128A Rising from the £300, flea-bitten, grungy beige-coloured, second-hand, c1968 recliner, I pushed over the spring water bottle. Bent to pick it up and knocked the walking stick over, then as I retrieved the stick, the back went, and I slid down and hit my head on the chair arm, right where I banged it on the cupboard door yesterday. Then stubbed my toe against the Ottoman! I recall thinking, well, that’s got a few Whoopsiedangleplops out of the way in a short time – As I made my way to the kitchen, I kicked over the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket)! Panic set in, “I’d spilt urine all over the carpet, Argh!” I grabbed a kitchen roll nearby, and got down on my knees and began to wipe around… but there were no wet or damp patches? I soon worked out the confusing dilemma, though. The bucket was empty in the first place! I’d not used it all night! I did feel a twit! I got myself semi-perpendicular again, and hobbled to the kitchen, with a headache, but in a reasonably good frame of mind, all considered.

What an unforgettable, extraordinary awakening that was!

I got the medications taken, and the health checks were done. Moved the handwashing onto the airer to continue the drying process.

Then I tackled the updating of the Friday blog. Starting so late didn’t help, but the hands and fingers were being kind to me. I was (unfathomably) full of determination after finishing the post and sending it off! Made a brew of tea, and went on the WordPress Reader on an excellent session of reading others blogs.

Then, I made a new post of the photographs I took in town yesterday and posted it off.

A pictorial plod around the Slab

It should go with the old Old Slab Square post I did some years ago. A sort of saddish mini update. Hehe!

Ye Olde Walk around Nottingham Slab Square

6Sat01I got in the wet room and had a refreshing wash. The legs seem to be mutating again, and going back into a knobbly, misshaped blotchy sort of mode? Hehe!

They have definitely acquired different sizes and dimensions once more. A tinge of reddishness seemed to be returning this morning as well.

6Sat02The hands and arms had much more colour to them as well.

When I returned to the computer, Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, seemed to be going like the clappers! Well, not so slow as usual, anyway.

I made up a Morrison food order for next week. Then made another brew, to replace the one I’d left to brew-well in the kitchen and forgotten all about. Tsk!

Made a start on this blog.

My allotriophagy came to the fore when I fancied a BBQ pot noodle for breakfast! So, I had one!

WD 0.0.128A I was getting the very late indeed breakfast made, and the worst Dizzy Dennis attack ever came over me! It took me ages to regain balance and a clearish head again. Still, I got the pot noodle eaten and enjoyed. But, I sensed that things were not finished yet in the dizzy-stakes.

I spent hours on CorelDrawing, making up graphics to store until later.

6Sat29WD 0.0.128A An early desire for the meal and I made up this mishmash and got it served up. Asparagus, Urgh! Beetroot Ball-bearing-hard! Fresh garden peas, Gorgeous! Tomatoes, Bitter! Pork Pie slices Tasty enough! Gherkins Rock hard! Sliced apple, Okay and McCains low fat oven chips, Very acceptable! A Lemon mousse

Flavour rating was just a 5/10. But, being as I was suddenly not feeling 100%, this might have caused the taste-buds to play up. Even the mug of Glengettie tea afterwards, tasted different, off somehow?

I washed and stripped off, well, I put on some fresh PPs, and settled in the £300, c1968, horrendously-beige-coloured, grotty, second-hand recliner. With moments, I was up and off to the Porcelain Throne.

WD 0.0.128A Where I remained for ages and along time, after getting a visit from Dizzy Dennis while on the Throne. It’s hard to explain really, I’ve never had such a thing happen before, at least I can’t remember it if I had. It was as if the brain had given up, and settled into a sort of ‘sleep-mode’, and felt as if there was a definite chance I may fall off of the Porcelain. This lingered, and went on for ages.

When I managed to get up and wash things, I decided to do the hand-washing. Washed, rinsed and onto the hanger to dry. (The clothes, not me. Haha!)

Got down in the recliner, the head still spinning. And I assume, fell asleep. But no notes found on the pad, or memories to call on until I woke up.

Thank heavens, without the attentions of Dizzy Dennis!

Inchcockski – Thursday 8th August 2019: Oddliest of Days!

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2019 Aug 08

Thursday 8th August 2019

Indonesian: Kamis 8 Agustus 2019

23:25hrs: I woke in the specific knowledge that something was going to go wrong. The EQ was positive of this!  I was calm about this, for it was a definite happening and warning from the EQ, so nothing could change things. I just had to try and stay relaxed when it arrives.

I disentangled my short, plump body with its skinny quivering limbs, from the £300, second-hand, c1968, hideous grotty, beige-coloured, rickety, sometimes working, recliner. I utilised the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). The very rare for me, BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee, was a bit of a shock at first, but painless.

WD 153.51.0b WDA 153.51.102 I hobbled off to the kitchen to put the kettle on primarily – but my plans had to take a back-seat. The overflow pipe from above I think, was dripping into the kitchen sink. I don’t know what water it is, but it has stained the metal sink! I’ll have to mention this to Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and part-time Financial Advisor Deana, later. If I can get into their new Kamp Commanders offices in Winwood Court.

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Ah, well, nowt to be done about it now. So, I cleaned things up, the staining was too deep to get cleaned off, Huh! I got the kettle on and rinsed-out the handwashing and got them hanging to dry.

4Thu05WD 153.51.0b I started to do the health checks. The sphygmomanometer took me three tries to get it to work, but the results were just fine! Sys 149, Dia 72, and the pulse showed 81. But the problem was the thermometer. It would not show me what the temperature reading was, just ‘Low’? Then after giving up on it…

WDA 153.51.102 The ear spray 4Thu05asqueezer, flew out of the hand as the arm did a peripheral neuralgic inspired, imitation orchestra-conducting routine! It travelled through the air and hit the window, fell downwards and drained itself of all the contents, all over the kitchen towel it dropped down the cardboard tube of. At the same time, the back of the hand gave the cupboard one hell a vicious, back-handed upper-cut! That made me flinch a bit! Haha!

As I was taking the medications, the need for the Porcelain Throne made itself known. So, off of the wet room. This session was more like I like them to be! Far shorter, and less painful than they have been in ages. Almost, a pleasure,

WD 153.51.0b Then I started to update the Wednesday blog a last, and the finger-ends went numb on me. Not any twitching, just a loss of sensitivity to touch again. Which was making typing more challenging to get right! Many errors and far too much correctionalisationing needed!

WD 153.51.0b Then, just to pee me off, even more…

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I pressed on as best I could with the fingers, (well, it’d be impossible without them, wouldn’t it. Hahaha!) with the updating. Which took me ages to complete, but I got there. Posted off to WordPress. I made some more page top graphics and thoughts, then made a start on this post.

4Thu001WD 153.51.0b I made a brew and noticed the red moon as I did so. For some reason, when I took this picture of Earth’s only natural satellite, it showed up as white? Could this have been due to red-eye correction? I don’t even know if there is an option on the Canon. Mind you, I can’t find out how to get to cut down the lens timing, or make it store smaller pictures. Despite my fumbling around and thinking I had opted for small storage size, it continues to drain the computer memory with massive ones. Tsk! Tim in New Mexico told me how to do these things, but finding out where to change them well, its a challenge for a thicko like me!

I went on the WordPress Reader, and had a read and look at others work. Some great stuff enjoyed and liked.

I just had to try and catch up on Facebook, I’m so far behind. Spent two hours getting it done! Swagger Mode Adopted!

4Thu06WDA 153.51.102 Off to get the ablutions sorted out. A couple of little nicks, shaving. A new bruise from the battle with the sock-glide. And lastly, as I was coming out of the wet room, I went back in to get the wrist alarm, and gave myself a rather painful toe-stubbing, on the metal legs of the shower chair! I believe I may have something like; Oh, blow it! The pins were okay. I made up the black bags and took them with me and dropped them down the waste 4Thu06chute. Caught a lift down to the foyer. Not a soul about. Outside, there was a bit of wind blowing up, but no cold with it at all, and no signs of rain in the air.

I strolled delicately along, slowly with the three-wheeler, and towards the end of the complex, the yellow no-parking lines, which cannot be in force yet, were buried by parked vehicles.

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How the bus can get through, beats me. On Winchester Street Hill at the top, the Mercedes van was still parked in the same spot on the pavement. Again I had to go on the road to get by it. I took a photo that shows the registration number. Thinking if I see a policeman in Sherwood, I can tell him, so he or she can check to see if it had been stolen.

What the heck am I thinking of – ‘See a Policeman in Sherwood?’ Not a cat in hells chance! What an Eizel, and alter cocker, I am!

I made my merrily, contentedly and singing to myself, down the hill, occasionally nearly losing control of the three-wheeler guide. Hehe! At the junction of Mansfield, I took snap to the left, then to the right. I had planned to take some pictures of the whole row of shops, but the shakes forced me to take four tries before I got these two that were unblurred enough to use!

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There were very few shoppers about. Which is understandable, with the selection of pathetic shops on offer to tempt anyone.

I called into the Co-op and remembered to get a packet of demerara sugar. They had some fresh pod peas that looked in decent shape, so I got a pack of them too. Then hobbled up the hill, and into Wilko’s store.  I was looking for some bleach, they only had scented, so I got a lemon one. My search for a small saucepan with a lid failed as well! I did get a packet of yoghourt covered peanuts, though.

4Thu08eAs I came out of the shop, I took a picture of the Sherwoodanian pedestrians crossing the pelican lights against the red lights. It took me several tries to get a picture decent enough that I could use. Such was the hand-shaking at that moment.

I was putting the camera back in the pocket, and a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was 4Thu21acoming towards me, up the hill. I managed to get a viewable shot of him on my second try. I nearly missed the gentleman. He was middle-aged, but by gum, he was fit enough to get a moved on, even going up the incline, bless him. Then another Herbert came down the hill!

It was eerie, the lack of people about for a Thursday morning. I reckon that Sherwood, as a shopping centre, is dying a death!

4Thu10I worked it out, that if I caught the bus at this stop, I’d have to pay £2.20 for the three or four stops lift up to the flats. I cunningly walked down the hill and into Winchester Street and caught the bus at the second stop.

Where it arrived at 09:32hrs, hence I could use my free bus pass! Oh, I am a tight-wad! Hahaha!

I was soon driven the three stops back to the flats.

4Thu11Dropped off the bus, and had a few words with man residents, Mo, Penny, Nydia, and Wilf, amongst them.

I took a phot of Winwood and Winchester Courts as I made my way home to my beloved Woodthorpe Court. As I got inside, a lady who I cannot for the love of me remember her name opened the door for me as I approached. Nice lady and her hubby a grand chap too. We had a chinwag, laugh and a nibble. She told me the walkthrough to the Winwood complex is now open. I wished her all the bestest and made my way to the elevators. I took three shots of the new empty of people cut-through.

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I noticed the toe-stubbing qualities of the pins sticking up from the counter barrier in the floor. Obviously, it isn’t finished yet. I hope Hehe!

I put the fodder away and got the oven warming up.

4Thu21Updated this diary until the meal was ready, then served it up.

The yellow plum tomato was sliced, and tasty a bit meaty, not bad at all. The bacon fries were grand! Beetroot was superb. The fresh garden peas, excellent!   Mini pork & pickle pie, heavenly! The baguettes were putrid! The lemon mousse, passable. Overall taste rating, 8.8/10.

While digging into the feast, Stroke Unit Support nurse Jenny rang and made a new appointment for Stroke Physio. Next Thursday at 10:00hrs. I put this on the calendar.

WD 153.51.0b 04:00hrs, I was just getting settled after watching Rumpole of the Baily, and falling asleep throughout and missing the ending (Huh!)  Then, loud clattering noises almost made me panic. Had something collapsed? A search around the flat, found no reasons or causes, and things looked as they were before? I settled again, but not in mind, I was worried a tad in case the noise hab emanated from within the apartment. It sounded very close? Surprisingly, I managed to nod-off!

WD 153.51.0b 04:40ish, the noises came again and woke me. Another look around, but found no cause? It might have been someone throwing loose stuff down the waste chute, I thought. But no real reason or any proof, of course. It could have been anything, I don’t know. GC June 14e

Took the evening medications, and put a hat on to block the light, and tried to get back to sleep. Which, amazingly, I did!

TTFNski!

Inchcockski. Wednesday 7th August 2019:

2019 Aug 07

2019 Aug 07

Wednesday 7th August 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 7fed Awst 2019

01:35hrs. As I woke and felt the storm of words forming, to trample me with worries, problems and the futility of life, in my twisted brain – I was saved the torment by a sudden urge to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). It looked like I had only used it once overnight. And this effort of the SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) variety, added very little to it. I noticed how the pins (legs), were looking terribly thin this morning. A few vague memories lingered about a dream I’dben having, but nothing concrete.

3Wed001I washed the grey bucket, myself then got the handwashing that was hanging up drying from last night, onto the stand-up airer. I kept jiggling the socks around, as usual, to get them to dry evenly. There’s quite a skill in doing this, I’m getting better all the time. Well, when I remember to do it. Haha!

I visited the Porcelain Throne. Another hard job, but not so painful this time. I washed the dandies and went to make a mug of Glengettie tea. Took the medications. As I was doing this, I became aware that the leg had done no dancing whatsoever, the finger-end had not caused me to drop a single thing! No darting out of the right arm. Only the shoulder was doing its twitching a bit. Great stuff! Plus, not Whoopsiedangleplops pr Accifauxpas… mind you, the shaving, teeth and daily conflict with the sock-glide might put paid to this period of relief and joy. Hehehe!

I got on the computer and finalised the updating, then posted it off! All done, in about two hours! Brilliant start to the day!

I poddled out on the balcony and took a shot of Chestnut Way, below. An eerie picture, I thought. It was drizzling a bit and wasn’t too warm. I made sure I shut the sliding door as I came back inside. I even avoided the metal spring clip opener from gnashing any flesh. Oh, yes! But these things are concerning me. It’s not natural for me, no Fauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops! Then a photo out of the unwanted, light & view-blocking kitchen window.

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I did some template graphicalisation work on CorelDraw.

3Wed01c 0745hrs: As I started to worry about the Morrison order being late, I heard some thunderous metallic clanging noises, as if metal sheets had been dropped somewhere? I had the CCTV on. So as to look for the Morrison driver, Gohar’s (they put the driver’s name on their email) arrival. But searching for the source of the mystery noises, I missed him and heard the intercom – so it was a good thing I was in the hallway at the time. More good luck, I can’t take much more of this! Hahaha!

The young man dropped off the carriers inside the door for me. He offered to take them through to the kitchen, but he was already late, so I declined the kind offer. Gave him last weeks carriers back, and off he went.

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I made another brew and got the garden peas shelled and into a saucepan in water and demerara sugar. I had to get down and empty and rearrange the freezer contents to get the new stuff in. Well,  they had the Walls sausages at 50p off, and the triple-fried chips with 45p off! While I was shelling the peas, I know for sure, that at least eight peas were dropped or shot off somewhere. I only found two of them. Hey-Ho!

I decided that today, I would have the slightly aged ribs I found in the fridge, with some rice with BBQ flavouring, might put some hoisin sauce it with it, as well as some garden peas. The ribs looked very pink and had been in the freezer for ages, so I assume they would have been part-thawed from the time the geniuses who were doing the water sprinkler prep work, managed to blow all my power. I had to wait over eight hours for it to be put back on again. So now, typing this, I think I’ve changed my mind about risking eating the ribs. I won’t, I’ll throw then away now, so as not to be tempted. Back in a while.

Back to completing the graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw. This took me hours just to get enough Headers and Thought graphics for three days. But oddly, this didn’t bother me. What’s going on today? Have I gone loco? Contended? Me?

I got the meal chips cooking and warmed up the peas in the pan.

3Wed01iWD 150.0.0 I went to check on the drier, and found a note had been posted through the letterbox. “Nottingham City Homes – Fire Alarm Test. Back in 6 months.” This concerned me a little. Had they not tried ringing at least one of the two door chimes outside. I do recall a lot of banging and clanging going on all around me, at the time they said they called? I checked the door chimes – both working fine! Mmm? 

And the results from the INR Warfarin Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic. (I just love this name! Hehe!) With the best ever results! INR 3.3! Fantastic! So, no blood-giving next week, the next one is for Monday 19th August. Awaiting confirmation of either nurse or clinic to take the sample. But it will not arrive, I’m sure. It’ll mean staying in for the day again, just in case.

3Wed01KI moved the special tomatoes I had left, to a cooler spot for storing. The larger one is an Amaranth (reddish-rose) colour one, which I ate and enjoyed with the nosh.

The yellow mini and plum-shaped ones, did not taste too good, slightly bitter really, But, if I let them ripen a little, the taste may improve. The Mini ones are tangy but not sour tasting.

The rather large meal was prepped and served3Wed01J up. Bacon flavoured Asda (Walmart) chips, crispy smoked streaky bacon, mini-cucumber slices, pork and cheese mini pork pie, slices of apple, tomatoes (including sliced Brandywine Pink), diced beetroot with onion, a Bacon filled brown Stottie, followed by a very naughty but delicious Limoncello! Rating: 9/10!

Washed the pots, and got the handwashing in soak.

Well, I settled down and pondered over the day, the almost Whoopsiedangleplop-free, Accifauxpas-free, No Ulnar nerve palsy dancing from the leg. No arm-shooting out! No toe stubbing. No falling, or tripping over, or walking into anything! No dizzy-spells. The Porcelain Throne evacuations were less bother and pain! No medical mayhem! What can I say? A fantastic day for me!

No nasty EQ warning messages of me going to pay for this later, either! Worrying!

Inchcockski. Tues 6 Aug 2019: Troubles, topsy-turviness, failure, nonachievement this Whooopsiednagleplop Wednesday!

2019 Aug 06

2019 Aug 06

Tuesday 6th August 2019

Kurdish-Kurmanji: Sêşem 6-ê Tebaxa 2019-an

WD 0.0.0. 02:12hrs. I woke up with the left ear-hole stinging away again! I think that is what made me wake up so often during the night, as well. I’d been laying in the £300, second-hand, c1968, repellently and repugnantly beige-coloured, rusty, rickety recliner for about six hours. But got nowhere near that amount of time in sleeping. More sort of waking, stewing, mind-blast-damage-limitation controlling and wishing so much that the damned stabbing ear-ache would stop.  I was undoubtedly in a rachitic condition corporeally.

2Tue04Mentally, I was coping surprisingly well, for some reason. Even when the first thought regarding any reality, was that I must check the water leak in the kitchen’s old airing room, to see if it is getting any worse.

So, I extracted the increasing-in-weight body up, and hobbled into the kitchen with the stick and camera, to investigate the leak situation. It was about the same as yesterday, no one has got back to let me know what is causing it, or if I should do anything specific about it. So, I soaked up a lot of the water with the kitchen towels.

WD 0.0.0. Then as I was filling the kettle, the urgent need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room. Oh, dearie me! Things were back to the ‘Constipational Mode’ again! The evacuation was hard work, bloody, and painful. Tsk! Even the ear-ache stabbing and stinging got worse? Ululations!

Au Contraire I took the medications and made the brew of tea. On the computer to update and post the last blog. Within minutes, I required the Porcelain Throne again! An almost exact replica, a painful evacuation once more. But far less bleeding this time. Whimper!

Back to the blog updating, and…

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Accifauxpas GCWD 0.0.0. The internet went down a few times, but only for a few seconds, a minute at most. Hello, you can tell someone is on Liberty-Global Virgin Internet can’t you – when they find themselves actually being happy that the connection only goes down now and then! 

But, when I was on BT, they were just the same. I changed to Virgin Media when I moved into the flat. Only to find that after Virgin Media were bought by Liberty-Global, the prices shot up, and the service declined to a level, that is abysmal, pathetic and wretched! All I can do is to warn others, Do Not Go On Liberty-Global Virgin Internet; if you value your sanity and mental health!

By 04:30hrs, I’d got the updating finished. I sent some pictures to Pinterest. Went on the WordPress Reader section. Replied to a comment that had come in.

WD 0.0.0. Then I took the very first wee-wee of the morning! I was making a brew of tea when the need arrived, and what a wee-wee it was. I can’t believe there is that much room to hold so much in my lasered bladder! It came and came… and came! The LDOP (Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) release, almost filled the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) to a third-full! But it took some time, for it was not a blasting hose-pipe-like effort. But so persistent, there was no way I could stop it if I tried, and I did try. The best aspect was no pain with it at all. That was pleasant! Hehe!

2Tue05I got the handwashing drying on the upright airer.

I thought I saw out of the corner of my eye, lightning from outside? I had a look through the unwanted, finger-flesh-tearing, thick-framed, light, and view-blocking new kitchen window. No signs of any storm, or even brewing.

2Tue07Then made an order for Morrisons. Hoping they will have some of the Special offer butter in stock, so I can order some for Jenny and Frank, after three days of their having none in stock.

The Best Butter on offer has now been removed from the site! Butter Works butter, the replacement at £1, and the new Meadow blend are now all out of stock as well! I think Morrison’s are struggling with and for goods, on and off of offer prices. Not good at all!

The morning had turned all blue!

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Time to get the ablutions done now. So, off I go, hopefully for injury-free shaving, teeth-cleaning, medicalisationing and showering, and sock-glide battle session. Back in a bit, I hope!

The session was deformation, discomfiture, distress, and defacement free! A pleasure! Smug-Mode-Adopted! There were a few new unaccountable bruises. The pins had lost a lot of fluid. Nurse Ann had left her mark where she had taken the blood from. Hahaha!

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2Tue11aGot readied and out. Black bags to and in the chute on the way down. Out onto Chestnut Way, and the place looked a lot tidier, now most of the fencing had been removed. The grass looked eye-catching, but, whether it will be maintained, we don’t know.

I hobbled to the bus stop. Where a hearty chinwag was being enjoyed with Shirley, Doris, Malcolm, and others. Herbert arrived, that took the edge of off things enjoyment-wise. So as the others joined the queue, I wandered around greeting them. Laughter and chinwagging abounded, from nearly everyone. Caroline, from the top Care Home, arrived and cheered me up even further with great news of her exploits and plans.

Shirley told me where the new Obergruppenfhreress, Pole Dancer and Warden Deana and Sturmbannfhreress Catwalk Model, and Warden Julie’s new office was located, in Winwood Court, and how to get in. There is code, so we have to press a button for access, that is, if anyone is there at the time, to let us in. I’ll try on the way home, to find out what is happening with the water leak, situation.

The buses arrived, and I had chinwag on the way down the hill. Everyone but Caroline got off at Sherwood, Mansfield Road. I went up to the restaurant. Said my farewells and best wishes to Caroline, and got off on Edwards Lane. A short limp back to and over Mansfield Road, and a hobble along Elmswood Gardens, and to the Sherwood Health Clinic.

WD 0.0.0. I got in and went to the young receptionist who saw me (I thought, a fortnight ago), and asked her if I could book a toe treatment session. With a lovely expression that shouted-out “Oh the poor old fool!”, she told me I was here a week ago, not two weeks! I have to come back next week to book the appointment! Oh, I did feel a right Schmuck! I really thought it had been two weeks since I had called. With a slightly red-faced, and a polite, “Oh sorry!” I departed.

1Mon29I later found this old photograph, not a good one, but it does show the tops of my beloved Winwood Heights, Woodthorpe and Winchester Courts, as they used to look, behind the Health Centre. Oh, it would be so lovely to have a path directly to it from the flats. When they had intercoms that worked, carpets and furniture that were not destroyed by the plasterer’s Balconies that we loved, windows we could see through and clean easily, with no metal spring clip openers that need pushing and pulling at the same time, that results in many of us losing chunks of our fingers. It was far less distance for the Woodthorpe tenants to walk for the bus, I could hear the fire alarm when it activated. When we had heaters, that didn’t require a maths degree to understand. Have new heaters that were fitted too near the cupboards for me to open them. Then moved, leaving a hole in the floor and wall, that needed repairing, a costly job, not yet done. Before I was diagnosed with Peripheral neuralgia, Peroneal nerve palsy, and then CIDP. Next, the Stroke. Yes, life was so much less hassle and stress two and a half years ago, before the starting of the upgrading. I put many ailments down to these workings. But I am wandering off track here, sorry.

Having made myself look a right fool again at the Health Centre, I had the time before the bus home, so I had a wander down to the Wilko store. I came out £8.45 lighter, with Fairy washing up liquid, Ylam fabric conditioner, bleach, small bin bags and liquid soap-flakes for the handwashing.

2Tue12dI thought I’d treat the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens, Deana, and Julie to a cream cake, and have one myself too. I called in the Birds cake shop and got a box of three. Then I had a nosey around the Mind Charity but came out with nothing.

All the upheaval of the upgrading, especially with so many problems to cope with, from unhappy residents, constant hassle, must be driving Deana and Julie around the bend. So it’s nice to give them a treat now and then.

Then up to the bus stop. Had a chinwag while waiting for the bus. We were soon back homes at Winwood Court. I had a few words with the folks getting on the bus, Cyndy and May I think. Then I spoke with Mo, who told me how to get inside the Winwood Court. Off I plodded, and luckily someone was coming out as I got there, so let me in. Julie was in the office. But she didn’t know anything about the water leak, Julie was out now trying to sort things out. The cakes were left, a laugh had, and off I went back to Woodthorpe Court. Deana was outside talking to a lady about to drive off, so I waited until they had finished, then asked her about the flood situation. She was still trying to sort it out, but the man in one of the flats was out, as she spoke, the man appeared on his way back. Deana went to talk with him. I asked her to keep me informed, please. But I don’t think she heard me as she shot off towards the man.

2Tue12aI went up and got back in the apartment. I took this photograph, for no other reason than my love of these houses.

I got the purchases put away, and put some tomatoes in the saucepan, and got the oven warming up ready to do the sausages in, and a baguette prepared to go in the kiln with them. I put the naughty, but so tasty looking cream cake in the fridge, to retrieved later, providing I remember it’s there. Haha!

2Tue12I took this picture of one of the agricultural gardeners on his little flat-backed electric lorry. This made me consider going to Woodthorpe Grange Park Tropical House this weekend if I get a chance. Mind you, I wasn’t too keen after remembering the hour it took me to clean the trolley wheels after my last visit.

So, I might give it a miss after all. Haha!

I made a start on updating this blog for about an hour, and a Nottingham City Homes chap pressed the chimes on the door, I thought it might be Deana. He said he’s come to investigate the leak. Within three minutes, he’d found the problem. The overflow pipe from the big water tank had come loose. He lifted the top of the cubby-hole, and the water poured out down the walls. Another two minutes and he’s refitted the connection to the pipe. “That’s you sorted, but I’ll send a plumber to put in a new shut-off valve.” I think that’s what he said. Might be tomorrow. He explained the problem quickly and clearly to me. And off he went to check on the flat below.

I did as much Facebooking as I could to catch up.

2Tue22Extremely tired for no reason. Oh, yes! Lack of sleep! Hehe!

Got the nosh prepared and served up earlier than usual. Chopped tomatoes with added juice and basil. Two cheapo Asda (Walmart) baguettes. They were cooked for four minutes more than it recommended, but they were still undercooked in the middle. A shame. But it saved me overeating, at least. Huh! Taste-Rating: 5/10.

2UseWashed the pots, then I got the handwashing done, and hung to dry.

The sky almost lit up with light. The clouds looked practically painted on.

But, I could not free myself, and an EQ sent feeling, of corrupt or big news, or event being imminent!

Got settled to watch some Heartbeat DVD. Didn’t get any further than the introductory tune finishing. Zzzz!

Lovely!