Inchcockski – Monday 27th July 2020: Toenails cut, but bad news followed! Nottingham City photos taken. Ah, well!

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Monday 27th July 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Július 27, Hétfő

20:45hrs: Not the odd time here on the left? That’s because I did the Sunday post early, and continue with it into this blog. To save time today. Cunning eh? I think that’s what I mean? 

18:30hrs: I got out of the £300, second-hand, rusty, decrepit, c1968 rickety recliner, and got the computer back on, to finish the Sunday blog, and got it sent off. Emailed the links, then on Facebooking catching-up.

Had a bash at doing some graphics up, on CorelDraw. Did a couple and sat down in the rickety, c1968 recliner, to have a mug of Extra Strong Assam tea, and some Branston Pickle flavoured cheddars… Fatal! But oh, so pleasurable! I nodded off into the land of Sweet Morpheus, and a few hours (it felt like), off constant dreaming. All memories of my past, younger days.

0455hrs, I woke up, almost in a panic! ‘Oh, what time is it ?’ – ‘I’ve not sorted the things out yet for podiatrist trip!’ –  ‘What needs doing fist?’ But the need for a wee-wee arrived; breaking my train of thought.

The urgency of the sudden liquid-evacuation meant I made a right Whoopsie, and got up, caught my balance and wandered over to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) without taking the walking stick. I arrived at the bucket, okay but as I began to relieve myself of the RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee, Shuddering -Shoulder-Shirley kicked-off! How I managed to keep hold of the grey bucket, was nothing short of a miracle! As soon as things stopped flowing, I put the bucket down, and without spilling anything (Very-Temporary-Smug-Mode-Adopted). 

Just to guarantee me a terrible start to this already worrying day, Peripheral Neuropathy Paul launched one of his involuntary, no-control-over, right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went. Backwards – but this was a good thing, for I fell onto the £300, second-hand recliner. Not only that, but I missed hitting both of chair-arms on my way down! I wish I’d got the camera in reach, as I lay there, watching the last few dying twitches and flutters of the leg. Within a minute, it had calmed down altogether (which is not rare).

But, the incident had triggered thoughts of insecurity within me. I began to fear and imagine terrible consequences ahead for me. Will I manage going out after so long? Will Paul give me any bother at the Podiatry Clinic? I’m already doubtful that they will cut my toenails for me? Will the trolley-walker fit in the taxi? Will the cab arrive on time? Will I be able to get my shoes on? On, and on, the worries flowed…

Fortunately, the need of the Porcelain Throne arrived then, with the usual request from the innards, stabbing pains and a little inner-rumblings. Without delay, I got the camera and four-pronged walking stick, and hobbled to the wet room, with a degree of alacrity.

Oh, dearie me! What a session it was! Good and bad luck involved. I only just got there in time, (but thankfully did!) before things started to painfully and slowly evacuated of there own accord, I had no control over this whatsoever. Masses of pongy, sticky, messy product. Bleeding as well. I shan’t go too far into this (although I may have already done so, sorry). The cleaning things up was a long job, and the washing and medicating stung a bit. Hehehe!

I took a shot of the painful uncut toenails, and wondered if they will be cut when I get back from the Health Centre? I hoped this would be the last photo of my Howard Hughes feet.

Another thing I noticed was how flipping pale I looked, really anaemic! This may be the thing that will prevent them from treating my feet and cutting the nails. I have a horrible feeling about this, today’s hassle to get out, is going to be a waste of time! Surely they cannot make me wait until November at the Sherwood Health Centre? If so, it will be over a week since, so I’ll have to book again, and obviously, the available date will probably be in December or January!

I got to the kitchenette and took a shot of the blue-tinged (or should that be blue-hued?) sky. Got the kettle on, and the Health Check gear out of the medical drawer.

The dang thermometer was playing up again, all I could get on the readout, was ‘Low’, no figures.

But the sphygmomanometer readings were perhaps the best for months. Which doesn’t fit with my skin and body mass being so pale and ghostly looking?

Computer Cameron on, and updated this blog.

Turned off everything, and checked the face mask, money for the taxi, bus pass to get home, socks and shoes (hopefully) to put on (for the first time in months) after the treatment, in the trolley. But I was not confident I’d checked everything. It’s been that long now since I’ve been out anywhere, I felt nervous at the thought now? Silly old sausage!

Then I got the ablutions sorted out, early, thus allowing myself extra-time to have another check after the ablutionalisationing, for things I’m sure I’d not remembered. A touch of anamesia there?

Off to the wet room. (Which still had the Porcelain Throne activities aroma lingering – Cor!) I had a stand-up, teggies, shave, and wash. I did the feet stood in the bowl. A couple of nicks shaving, and only three dropsies all together! I need some more razors, I’ll see if I can get some after the Clinic if it goes well.

I prepped four waste bags and took them to the waste-chute. It was a bit awkward getting through to the chute room, as the decorators were starting work on my floor.

The lobby is looking better already!

I returned to collect the big bag of recycling waste and departed again to take the stuff down to the caretaker’s room. As I was on the way down in the lift, the cage stopped on the 9th floor, and a contractor bloke nearly got on, until he saw me in there. Naughty! Using the tenant’s elevator when we can’t use their dedicated one? But, to be fair, I’ve seen no-end of tenants using the wrong lift! So, fairs, fair! Hahaha!

The weather was little wet this morning, and seemed to be getting worse? I dropped the bag off at the bin, and the caretakers said something to me, but I didn’t catch what it was. They weren’t scowling or glaring at me, so I assumed I’d done nothing wrong. Hehe! Gave them a smile, and returned to the lobby and back up the elevator.

As the lift door opened, I struggled to get through back to the flat. Took my time and carefully worked my way through, without any hassle. Into the flat, and checked on things, taps, lights, stove etcetera, in readiness for my departure.

I looked out of the balcony window, as I pondered on whether to risk brewing myself a mug of tea or not. In the end, I decided against having a drink. Better safe than sorry, especially with the current PMPD & PMAD dribbling problems, and my going out, as well!

The precipitation was getting more substantial, and things went suddenly very dark?

I reappraised my arrangements and what I’d got done in advance, worried that I may have missed something. Checked the jacket pockets for the bus pass, keys, taxi money, note from Jenny etc., and timed it to get down for the taxi with fifteen minutes to spare. As usual, being the fussbudget, worrier and doomster that I am, I rechecked the flat for the umpteenth time, before my leaving, but still in an uncertain frame of mind. I knew something ‘botheration-wise’ was going to take place, no doubt about that! I’m not a soothsayer, necromancer or Augur, it’s just my EQ (Not IQ), was telling me of foreboding news in the offing today, and he has never-ever wrong!

I got down to the ground floor and spotted that there had been a change of some sort in the Fire-Riser. But what is was, I couldn’t decipher. I’m losing it here, methinks?

I got to the front lobby and waited for the arrival of the DG cab. A black Hackney cab arrived five minutes before the DG on due, and I assumed it was for someone else. The driver came to me and asked if I was Gerry. He was for me. He was a lovely chap and helped me into the cab, and we soon at the Health Centre. He drove carefully en route. He dropped me off as close as it was possible to the entrance doors, bless him.

I paid him, thanked him and made my way into the clinic, as the rain started to come down heavier again.

I entered and followed the written advice on the advice on display, to use the hand sanitiser on entry. I made my way to the reception counter, and the young lady greeted me before I could speak with, ” Are you, Gerald Chambers?” – “Yes”, I said – ” Sit over there!” She said – “Thank you, I said. And sat over there. Hehehe!

Well early, of the appointment time, so I got the crossword book out. Moments later, a young lady came towards me, “Are you, Gerald Chambers?” “Yes!” “Follow me!” So, I did.

I could tell there was bad news coming. She went through a question and answer routine, and took the feets blood circulation test, with four blobs of jelly, two each foot. The disappointing news was given to me while she was cutting the toenails. There are new rules, and I don’t qualify for NHS nail-cutting, anymore, as my circulation in the feet is okay. I’ll have to use a private chiropodist in future.

I explained, that with the Coronavirus, maybe, I’ve had three podiatrists refuse to cut my toenails, last week. I told her how the Warden of the complex had rung them for me. This made no difference, the new rules have to be adhered to. (I expected something like this!) The lady gave me a place to ring or go to on the internet. Obviously, there are many other senile-sufferers in my position and agony with their feet.

Still, it’s not the ladies fault. She woman (in face mask and shield helmet, by the way, hiding a most appealing pretty face) did say I’d brought up a valid point, and she would mention this to her ‘boss’, but I was not to expect too much in the way of success. Haha!

I thanked her muchly and hobbled out into the rain. But I was not overly-disappointed at all. For I knew something was going to go wrong today, my good old EQ knew too!

I decided to have a walk into town in the drizzle. Apart from passing some characters that I knew were of a threatening nature, and made me weary, the hobble to the City Centre was enjoyed greatly. It’s been so long since I did this, it seemed a pleasure, especially as the toenails had been trimmed, and walking was so much less hassle now.

The going did get a little rough by the time I got to the end of St Ann’s Well Road, as the left side brakes of the three-wheeled-walker-guide, had now packed up altogether. Hey-ho!

Within half-an-hour I was on Upper Parliament Street. Crossing George Street, a git of a pavement cyclist almost got me! He plodded on uncaring up George Street, which like everywhere else, seemed most baron of tellurians, understandably.

I bought a packet of red and green seedless grapes from a stallholder. I’ll split this with Josie later. Then I can make sure she doesn’t wake me up to bring back the dinner tray and things again. I hope!

I passed the Wilko store, as a security guard was stopping folks going in without a face-mask on (Naughty!) I made my way into my beloved Poundland shop, and had a good look around, and selecting things I fancied.

When I got to the self-serve tills, I had a few dropsies and felt a right fool – which was guaranteed by Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley’s antics! I’d bought; A Pork Farms pork pie, Zoflora and a cheaper variety of disinfectants (3), lemon bleach (2), Bic razors, Individual milk pots, Lemon & cucumber scented air freshener (2), and a packet of 6 BBQ flavoured mini-cheddars. A lot of which got in the bag via a trip to the floor! (Thanks to Shirley! Huh!) I’ve never seen so few customers in the place!

I paid with cash, and the change also had a trip to the floor. Suddenly I had help arrive! But not all of the change monies were rescued. Humph!

Getting out and controlling the trolley was not an easy task, and my stopping to take photographs caused a few near-accifauxpas, as the brakes were so unreliable.

I made my way stutteringly to Milton Street and the Bargain Buys, previously known as the PoundStrechers. As I arrived, the heavens opened up! Just in time eh! Hahaha!

I consulted my shopping list I’d made for this shop. Pakistani Potato Cakes, 6 x small cans Garden Peas, Egg Mayonaisse, Woolite liquid soap, vegetable Oxo cubes, a lemon and a lime cooking juice, Zoflora lemon, and 3 chocolate almond. I realised I was going to have a heck of job carrying all of these, with the two baf=gs I had on the handlebars already. Oh, dearie me! As it happened I had no problems at all? They only had the Woolite and one pack of chocolate almonds on sale. Tsk!

This bothered me more than the podiatrist let-down! I paid the lady at the checkout and somewhat miserably made my way through Trinity Square.

Still, the rain almost stopped, and I had a great photographicalistical few moments, snapping all around where I stood in Trinity Square. Again, a lack of people! I limped down to Parliament Street and snapped the Frankie & Benny food store on the corner of King Street. Only three customers as I could see in there.

Then walked down towards the City centre, and back up Queen Street to find the times of the buses back home. This was the first time I’d had a choice of buses to make. The L9 was due in five minutes later, the 40 bus was fifteen minutes from arrival time. So, I trudged up the hill to the L9 stop. One other lady was waiting. The bus arrived, the driver got out for a fag, we waited, and then the uncommunicative pauciloquent driver, got on, managing to issue two words to the lady and me; one of them was Huh! Bless him! Probably in line for Driver of the Year?

I struggled to stay awake on the trip back, only one person boarded en route, making a total of three passengers!

I dismounted and ambled through the warm rain along Chestnut Walk, back to the flats. I thought of poping in the office and asking Riechsfuhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana if she would ring about the podiatrists for me. But I realised she would be on her nosh, so didn’t bother her, I’ll try again later on.

I got in the block of flats, spotting the updated list of working areas. Then had a bit of a wait to get the tenant’s elevator to get to me.

DeanaThen I noticed the time on the electronic display board. It was earlier than I thought it was, only 11:34 hrs.

I got up to the flats. Put the purchases away, and called at Josie’s with the grapes, and she gave me the tray back. Maybe this week, I can get to sleep and stay asleep! Fingers crossed, that Herbert is quieter.

Back to the flat, and planned some cooked beef cobs with extras (tomatoes, egg mayonnaise etc.) for the meal later.

Then got on with updating this post. In between satisfying unusual urges for mugs of tea?

The Vampire Nurse Hristina called, (lovely to hear a friendly voice) and told me she would be calling to do the blood test tomorrow, twixt 08:00 > 10:00hrs. Marvellous! I pressed on updating, despite Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters playing up and costing me a lot of time.

Great balls of fire! I’ve been at this blogging for over five-hours now! How time flies!

I like missing the toenail pains! Haha!

Better pack up and get the nosh sorted out. I did some part-baked cobs, buttered them and added sliced tomatoes and a slice of cooked beef to each one. On the disposable plate, sliced apple, some grapes, egg mayonnaise, and chicken thighs (Which were not eaten, eurgh!) Flavour rating 7/10.

Went to wash the pots, as the clouds turned threateningly dark suddenly.

After the long day, an enjoyable bit of exercise, the let-down over the podiatrist, and how worn out I felt, I hoped I would get to sleep easier tonight.

Not so! Humph!

Inchcockski – Thursday 18th June 2020: Stubbed toe. Argh!

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Thursday 18th June 2020 

Kinyarwanda: Ku Wa Kane 18 Kamena 2020

02:40hrs: No clinomania, or uhtceare this morning. After stirring and giving the grey-cells a moment to activate, I was in an unexpectedly perky frame of mind. Why I’ve no idea at all, but I was soon tackling and heaving the distorted, gross body from the recliner. Up got to my feet, grabbed the stick, caught my balance, and was limping off to the bucket for a wee-wee. For a PSLWW (Powerful-Short-Lived-Wee-Wee). 

Stumbled (The uncut toenails and soles of the feet were giving me some grief), off to the kitchen Arthur Itis was again, as yesterday, hardly any bother at all, just stiffness. This convinces me that more rain is to come.

I had a look through the thick-framed, letting rain in, unable to reach to wash, photographer-hating designed, new window. I took this snap, in auto-setting, of the morning view. There had been some more rain overnight, but not a lot. I sense we are going to get some, Arthur Itis tells me! I closed the window, and ent to make a brew, of Glengettie Gold tea.

My kakorrhaphiophobia was miffed for a few minutes or so, by some testing Accifauxpas. But somehow I did not get uptight or annoyed at all?

  • I dropped the milk making a right mess on the floor and my legs. I just quietly cleaned it up, no inner-cursing or bad language?
  • Then, when it got to my taking the medications out of the pods, as I broke the cover, static which had built up, threw the Codeine 30g up towards the roof. I’ve not found it yet!
  • Then the cup slipped as I was taking it to the counter to do the health checks. I can now confirm that fresh-made Glengettie Gold tea, spilling onto one’s legs, is not recommended! Humph!

Still relatively calm, I got the BP tests done. The results on the sphygmomanometer seemed fair enough. The thermometer showed 73°f. I was still puzzled as to why I was so calm about everything? Perhaps the last few problematical and testing nychthemerals, made me realise that things could always be worse?

04:10hrs: Hello, the rains coming heavier now. Nae bothers to me, I’ll start the updating of yesterdays blog. I got it finished at about 06:00hrs Posted and done. Sent the Email links. Went on WordPress reader. Then made a start on this blog.

Went for another brew making session, Thompsons Punjana, my current favourite.

The toes were stinging, so I took off the slippers. Then thought about it, not such a good idea after all; if I do any toe-stubbing, there’ll be no padding. Haha! I put the slippers back on, (it hurt though, Tsk!)

Then onto TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. Then did a template for tomorrow, had to rush it to get the ablutions done.

Well, what a set of farcical, farraginous, funny and unfunny incidents with the ablutions today! I came on in agony, bleeding and yet still contented in my little mind. Here’s what took place, as best as I can chronologically recall:

  • I needed the Porcelain Throne, which was not messy and over quickly. After five flushes, all failing to remove the contents, I gave up.
  • Started doing the teeth-cleaning. Apart from annoying Toothache Thomas, all went well. Grumplewuncks!
  • Shaving was another matter. As Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley kicked into life, the shaving foam spent more time on the floor or in the sink, than being used! Grobognangles!
  • Several cuts little cuts, dropped the razors (6), the after-shave using it to stop the bleeding. Groggleknockers!
  • The shower head was dropped (Shirley was still visiting), landing on my right foot, via the stomach and left knee! Globberisations!
  • The rest of the showering was incident-free!
  • Moving the shower chair so I could get near the wall-heater to towel off and do the medication. I painfully banged my left knee, on the corner of the seat, as an involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Peter Schuhplattler dance. Unbelievable! I haven’t suffered one for a week or more, and it had to come at the wrong time! Grumbleconfusement
  • I’d left the Germoloid in the kitchen, or front room, so I used some of the Care brand gel on the haemorrhoids. Yeeeeoww! It’s not as anesthetised as the Gemoloid is.
  • Leaving the room, with the towel, camera and bottle of olive oil to refill, and things in my hands. I realised I had not turned off the wall-heater, or checked to see if the taps had been left running. So, (for me) I rushed back in, and of course, the shower chair was in a different position than usual after the fracas with it earlier… and I stubbed my right little toe on the metal leg! Gramshackle-Globberisations! Spittlisations!
  • Then had to clean the puddle of olive oil, I’d dropped, and test the camera to see if it had broken!

I took a couple of pictures with the Canon, of the stubbed toe and my knees, it seemed to be still working. Phew! The pins and patellas were looking extremely good! Their best for months! Clopidogrel Clive and the varicose veins had abated as well? I risked allowing a short period of Smugness to overcome me! Haha!

The rain outside was more like repeated showers. I’ll try to remember when I do the waste bags, to take a photo from a different perspective, through the tatty window near the chute room.

To the scullery, and got the kettle on. I was still in an accepting mood, and this concerned me. After all the bad-fortune of the previous hours, I found myself whistling? Yet, in agony with the knee and toes. I am a Nebekh!

Last time this happened, I lost 10 hours from my memory. Not that it is likely to happen again… but then, knowing my luck? I got the earholes olive-oiled again, made a mug of Gengettie Assam tea, and back on Computer Cameron, to update this blog.

After an hour or so, I remembered I’d not done the black bag sorting yet. (Yes, I know, it’s hard to believe that a man of my calibre can forget things!) Har-har!

I made up three small bags and didn’t need the walker, the bags were so little, it was easy for me to carry them. I put the camera in my pocket (See? I don’t always forget, Hehehe), and using the wooden stick, I hobbled to the waste chute room. The rain or shower was falling again, and I caught it on camera.

I got back and thought another brew, and I’ll get some graphicalisationing on CorelDraw done. So, I did!

Back in a bit.

I’m back. Jenny called while I was graphicalisationing. She reported that several tenants had been told this week, by Iceland’s, Sainsbury’s and Asda’s deliverymen, that they are not allowed inside the building anymore, and to come down to collect their foodstuffs! She wanted to warn me. And kindly said that if it happens to me, to tell them, I’m disabled, but will ring a friend to see of they can get down for me. Then to ring Frank and Jenny and tell them. We spoke about other stuff, but the memory of what was said is vague now. The worry over if this happens has got to me.

I was not concentrating very well.

Gave up on the computing, and got a meal sorted. I didn’t eat it all, which is a rarity.

Put the pots in the sink to soak, then got down in the £300, c1968, second-hand, sickeningly-beige-coloured, none working, ramshackle, uncomfortable in the extreme, rusty, rickety, at times near-lethal, yet none-working recliner.

Sleep came swiftly for once. Very Nice!

Wee-weeless and uninterrupted! For 5½-Hours!

Inchcockski – Saturday 6th June 2020

Saturday 6th June 2020

Luxembourgish: Samschdeg 6. Juni 2020

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03:30hrs: I stirred into imitation life, and awaited the brain to join me. (It took a few moments).

As I maneuvred my cumbersome, wobbly-blobby frame up on my feet, I noticed that the Clopidogrel allergy inspired blotches and lumps had started to return. Ah-well!

The need for a wee-wee arrived, which I took, and then to the kitchen to do the medicationalisationing as needed. It was of the WSSUGG (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Uncontrollable-Greeny-Grey) wee-wee style! But no pain, at all with it. Nice! The SYS had come down winsomely at last.

I opened the thick-framed, can’t get at to clean, letting rain in, anti-photographer designed, light & view-blocking new windows, to take a shot of Chestnut Walk below, and crikey, was the wind blowing in!

The medications were taken, and a welcoming mug of Glengettie tea was imbibed!

Off to the computer, and got started on doing up this blog on Blogger. But as I was doing so and searching for graphics, I spotted a comment from Tim Price. He’s put how to get to the old (not block) blogger, without going through a lot of bother and confusion. I tried it. An amazingly simple way to do it, thanks, Tim. I’m back in the editor before last now, so no full alignment button, but I’ll manage without it. Yipee!

I set to creating this blog and did a little CorelDrawing to get some graphics to use.

I remembered that my Iceland delivery was due, a pleasant change that, remembering something! Haha! So I had to stop computerisationing, and get the ablutions done, to be ready in time, in case the delivery comes early in the 8>10 given window.

It was drizzling in the breeze, so I took these shots through the balcony window, the first one towards my left and Sherwood, Mapperley, and Carrington.

The second picture was taken to my right, towards Daybrook, and Arnold, the North of Nottingham. It shows where the garages used to be at the dead-end of Chestnut Walk. I don’t know what the Council or Nottingham City Homes plans are for the area. It’s been fenced off.

It seems that red cars are making a comeback?

As a heavy shower, blown in a blustery than earlier wind started, I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick and hobbled off (rather nattily, I thought), to the wet room!

 I assembled everything needed (apart from those I forgot about, hehe!), and amassed them outside the door, and turned on the shower power. Before I could do anything, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

I had a sat-down mini-marathon of a wait for the evacuation to begin. And a partially successful go at the crossword book. But nothing moved! I could sense it wanted to, but Constipation Konrad was preventing any movement. So, I gave up, checked things were not messy, all was okay, and I got on with washing the dandies and getting the teggies cleaned.

As I was getting the teeth-cleaning things ready, I had to divert a few paces back to the Throne. It took me some time again, but when things did start, the motion was excruciating but short-lived. Leaving an aroma, with me coughing, that if it could be bottled, might be used as a nerve gas by the military (Hahaha!)

Now I have batteries; the power-brush was utilised and without a single gum cut! (Smug-Mode-Engaged!) Then, on to the shaving. A few dropsies, but fewer than usual. Razors (3), and the Shaving foam can, and no, I say, No Cuts! (Top lip curls in Elvis fashion and Smug-Mode goes up to Defcon 2. Hehehe!) 

Even betterer still, in the shower! Not a single visit from Dizzy Dennis, that’s never happened before? (I’m not sure whether to happy about it or worry over it, Haha!) No shower-head drops! No involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing either! (Smug-Mode goes up to Defcon 2.2 Hehehe!) Mind you, I used one of those freebie hotel-sized soap tablets, that produced about five dropsies.

Oh, and no knocking into the shower chair or the grab bars either! Fanwondertasic!

The medicationing was also of a far less painful exercise. Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were less bothersome. Even the feet, not the toes, seemed less troublesome. Arthur Itis was in a rough mood with me, mind you. Overall, a decent session!

I got semi-dressed; No socks, too painful to use the sock-glide, anyway, it’s been that long, I’m not sure I can remember how to use it, now. Tsk! Got PPs, trousers, a jumper, and the slippers on.

With the Porcelain Throne extra-curricular activities, I got the ablutions finished much later than planned, but just before 08:00hrs, so in time, in case the Iceland delivery came early.

On the computer, to update this post. Now Tim Price has shown me how to get the Classic Editor going; this, even without the full-alignment option, is far better, more utible than the Google Blogger to use. Thanks, Tim!

Five minutes later, the natty Dusty Springfield ♫ , I only want to be with you! ♫ tune rang out from the front door.

Someone had let him in. He’s left the bags in the hallway near the door, and offered to put them through into the entrance for me. But I was in amazingly good, rude, health (for me, anyway) and feeling up for it, so declined his kind offer, and slipped him a can of pink G & T. I know he likes them! I got them through to the kitchen and deposited them where I could find room. Haha!

Not such a big order today, but the fridge was still a tad crammed with nosh by the time I’d finished putting things away.

I then got a pack of small fresh mushrooms in the crock-pot for later. Seasoned them, accidentally from the hickory bottle, in error for the Light Soy sauce bottle. Bungle-Grumplewuncks! But, hey-ho, I just added some Soy to it as well. So, fingers crossed.

The wholemeal deli rolls were flattened as only Iceland damaging goods skills can be. However, this will not stop me from eating them. I plan for some of the Robirch skinless sausages, two of each to go into the individual rolls, with some sliced tomatoes and the mushrooms as a side? The problem with this plan being, the tomatoes are Morrocan. The last time I had some, they were really, in fact, not eatable! Little juice, bitter and rock hard! But of course, these may be sweet and tasty? Pigs might fly! Haha!

As I got back to blogging again, the landline burst forth with its flashing light. It was Brother-in-law-Pete. advising me that they had not received the link for yesterday’s blog. So I investigated and found I had not sent it. I made the excuse that with all the trouble with getting back on WordPress had thrown me off course. I apologised and promised to get it sent off straight away. I did feel a fool!

I went on Facebook next.

I heard a familiar yapping and went to see which dog it was.  It was the fussy-full of life little black dog. His, or her tail never stops wagging, doesn’t stop, only for the odd sniff here and there. Lovely animal.

I took a snap that shows what I mean by the new windows being light & view blocking. I’ve been spoilt by the old windows, they were one turnable giant sheet of glass, that was easy to clean, and gave me freedom when it came to photographing.

I got the nosh prepared and served up. This meal was given a 6/10 for flavour and taste. The mushroom that I cocked-up cooking and put the Hickory in to season instead of the Soy sauce, then added light-soy, were just about edible, but not very nice. The Morrocan tomatoes were less foul than last weeks but still horrible. The delightful seedless grapes, and tasty skinless sausage baps, were excellent!

I put the TV on to check if there was anything worth viewing and saw some back-to-back documentaries were showing, on channel 91. So I went to get the pots washed up.

Then returned to watch the TV.

But the concentration on the engrossing and I think a most interesting documentary was lost. Lost to the Thought-Storming. That was worrying, fearing and at times a little panicky. My confidence was at a low ebb.

Sleep stood no chance at all! Hey-Ho!

Inchcock Today: Sunday 3rd May 2020: I lost the plot a few times today. Tsk!

May03

2020 ttttMay03

Sunday 3rd May 2020

Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 3 Cèitean 2020

Marie

Marie, Australian sex-pot and TFZer!

GM black03:45hrs: I stirred into an unwilling simulation of life, and immediately the wee-wee demands arrived. This time, I was careful in my manipulations at getting out of the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner. That’s the uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That xyrophobia-suffering, chaetophorous, anti-epilation Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, then searched for my valuables, which he found and took. (I still haven’t got all of the money back yet, nine-months later).

I avoided any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops guilefully, I thought. Off I limped to the wet room, and still managed to arrive in plenty of time. Smug-Mode-Adopted! The action was again swift and rapid, perhaps a more difficult evacuation, but far less hurtful, which pleased me. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding overnight, so a clean and medicating session was needed. (Always a painful, tender and delicate job, Tsk!)

WD 0.0.0 (1) New PP’s, a wash of the hands, that encapsulated my dropping the soap at least three times! Yes, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were playing up a tad already. This didn’t bode well for any physical tasks, making the meals or decent typing for today. But, you never know with my ailments, many come and go at their leisure for varying lengths of time. The important thing, was no Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Shuddering Shoulders Shirley, Toothache Tim, Earache Eric, or Memory blanks had been of any bother, yet. Even Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald were only playing at it this morning. The toes and feet were, of course, making up for the absence of effort from their fellow ailments. Hahaha! 

To the kitchen, took the medications, and made a brew.

Got the computer on with a degree of assiduity and diligence. Then got on with the updating of the Saturday diary. Despite Nicodemus’s problems, I pressed on and got it completed. Emailed the links. Put some bits on Pinterest. Then, I went on the WordPress Reader section. Next, I read the comments, and one from Tim Price from New Mexico, made me laugh out loud. He’d made a parody of my mentioning a stand-alone wee-wee in Friday’s blog. I’ll show it here, it was hilarious for me! Hehehe! 

It goes to Green Day’s tune “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”

“In the Wet Room of Broken Wees”

I’m standing on my feet
In the wet room of broken wees
Although I never sleep
I’m in the Twighlight Zone
And I wee-wee alone

I’m standing at the throne
Trying to wee-wee but I can’t go
The is some broken wind
I’m locked down and I wee-wee alone

I’m standing on my feet
In the wet room of broken wees
Although I never sleep
I’m in the Twighlight Zone
And I wee-wee alone

Inchy’s the only one the hangs there with me
Besides my heart, the sock-glide gives me a beating
I wish someone would come in and assist me
Until then I wee-wee alone

I’m standing on my feet
In the wet room of broken wees
Although I never sleep
I’m in the Twighlight Zone
And I wee-wee alone.

7Sun01I went on Facebooking, The Troll Free Zone, then the Winwood Heights page.

Where I published some photographs of when the nightmare upgrading was taking place. Also, one from the morning of 20th March 2018, 23:45hrs, when I opened the curtain to see a pigeon asleep and pooping at the same time on the scaffolding. I didn’t-half scare the poor thing! Har-har!

WD 0.0.0 (1) Then, it was time for another brew, as soon as I’d made the mug of Glengettie tea, the need for the Porcelain Throne came again. Off to the wet room. Where nothing moved, rock-solid! Despite the wind and bubbling innards? Another sign of problems to come?

WDP A01cWD 0.0.0 (1) I fear that when I returned to the kitchen, I had a sudden and mysterious, unexpected attack of psychasthenia. The mind did not function in any way like usual, I was ultra-vague in thought, and my balance went! Although this only lasted for perhaps a minute, it left me with feelings of neurasthenia, and it was disquieting, to say the least. I could not even press the alarm alert button, although I’m now glad I didn’t, for everything came back into logic and vision another minute later. I felt as if I had dreamt the whole thing, and it hadn’t actually happened. Maybe it didn’t? Yes, it did!

7Sun03I gingerly made another brew, to replace the one that had gone cold. My brain was working well again because I remembered to make and take some Macrogol powder, to tackle Constipation Conrad’s resistance to movement. I took a photo of the sky and the amazingly appealing clouds, although they bode rain for later on.

7Sun02As I went to close the thick-framed, letting-in-rain, light & view-blocking kitchen window, I thought I heard some weird grinding noise from I knew not where. I took a blind shot of Chestnut walk below, but there were no signs of anything that might have made the sound I heard?

WD 0.0.0 (1) I decided after the mug of tea went cold again, to get the ablutions done. It will be a long job this time. I didn’t shave yesterday, so I need to take extra care not to have any cuts. And the showering time today, I’ll make the weekly deep-medicationalisationing session. Tubes and inserts already readied. I’ll use the time to think about what to do regarding the funny turn I had. But I feel fine now.

Put the computer into sleep mode,  and hobbled off to the wet room. Back in a bit, hopefully. Hehe!

WDP01bAll done, and I am astoundingly, mind-bogglingly amazed! No, I say, No toe-stubbing, No knocking anything off of the shelves, no sock-glide battle (fair enough, I’m still not wearing socks cause of long nails), only two tiny nicks shaving, and only four dropsies. A safety record for ablutionalisationing that will never be beaten, indeed?

I got freshened up and medicated again, and set about making the 71’s nosh. All done and delivered. Then made a start on my meal.

The crispy fish balls in batter with salt & vinegar. Some onions, and mushy peas. I’d forgot to get the bread out of the freezer, so I’ll go without. No chips or potatoes, as I ate a lot of made-to-much, cheesy potatoes, I made for Josie.

WD 0.0.0 (1) Updated this blog a bit, then went to check on the fodder cooking. During which, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shoulder Shirley both had a go at me. I got the meal served eventually, turned off the computer and sat there, right arm, shoulder and leg shaking, convulsing and vibrating so much, that if I was wearing false teeth, I might have lost them! Tsk! Not a good day, healthwise!

7Sun04cGot the meal prepped and served up, into the recliner, got the headphones (I’ve taped them up so I can still them, but they are not functioning properly since I sat on them and broke them. Humph). Still, better than nothing. I thought I’d coped well with the preparations and serving, and by the time I was ready to take the tray through, there were many odd bits and sploshes all over the kitchen that will need cleaning up later. Gnash-and-spit!

7Sun05WD 0.0.0 (1) Another bit of a blank spell. I must have nodded off. I woke up, the TV on, the headphones on the next chair? The tray was amazingly, still balanced on my bulbously bloated stomach and spindly legs, with much fodder still on it.

WD 0.0.0 (1) In the waste bin, was many tissues (no blood on any), the pot of yoghourt, the lemon tart, the unopened can of clementine juice, and the note pad and pen? I couldn’t give a Taste Rating, cause I can’t remember eating it. Not that I ate a lot of it anyway.

I forced myself up, and precariously wobbled to the kitchen and got the pot washing done. I noticed that all the saucepans and cutlery from cooking had already been washed and on the drainer. The messes on the floor from the earlier Nicodemus-controlled dropsies had not been cleaned up. I think I felt confused, yet disinterested. 

I finished the pots, retrieved the full can of clementine juice and pen from the waste bin (the notepad was ruined, wet and unreadable, so I left that).

I settled in the chair again and pondered over just what had been going on. Why had I not eaten much? (Ageusia?) Why throw the full can of clementine juice, the full pot of yoghourt, and pen and pad away? Why? How? When?

It’s been a mentally-challenging day. Yet apart from feeling tired and drained, I had a certain nippiness of mind at this moment. Then the Thought Storms began, fears, worries, and tension, but without the usual self-blame and criticisms, which was very welcome!

Unanticipatedly, and as never known before, the storm of emotions stopped abruptly. Then the memories came flooding in from the brain, but not the bad ones, only the good and seemingly doctored ones. Good heavens, I like that! 

Inchcock Today – Saturday 2nd May 2020: Fings ain’t wot they used to be!

May 02

2020 ttttMay02

Saturday 2nd May 2020

Macedonian: Сабота 2-ри мај 2020 година

00 May 02

GM00303:25hrs: I woke after a nightmare-ridden kip. I lay a few moments trying to recall anything about the dreams, but only the fact that they were about my past failures and mistakes came to mind, nothing concrete, no details or facts.

WD 50.0.0 Then, as the brain slowly engaged gear, yesterday’s memory blanks were pondered over. I decided, that as soon as, well, if, things get back to normal again, I must get in touch with the Vascular Dementia Group, if I can find their details, and mention the increase in the ‘Out of it’ episodes I’m having. I was more worried about it, this time, for some reason. Within seconds, the recently regular need for the Porcelain Throne arrived and distracted my thinking.

I painfully disentangled my surprisingly twisted and yet sprawled over everywhere humongous body from the recliner. I knew walking was not going to easy today (Well, when is it?). RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), the feet souls and the overgrown toenails, all gave me hassle on the way to the wet room. I did notice that the nibble pots from last night, seem top have been untouched. Nibbled-less?

WDP001However, the session went well, indeed, much easier than yesterday. Barely any bleeding from the rear end and Little Inchies fungal lesion had not been bleeding at all! Wonder-fabulous! Not as hurtful, and over quicker too! Oh, Yes!

I cleaned up and medicated things, and hobbled, taking extreme and concentrating on not to get any toe-stubbings, to the kitchen.

6Sat01There was a slowness to my thoughts this morning. Not necessarily a bad thing, I think.

Before I turned on the light, I spotted the partial moon through the thick-framed, light and view-blocking window. I got the kettle on made a brew of Glengettie Gold, and took a photo as best I could of the morning 6Sat02view.

Then I decided to get the handwashing sorted out. This is an example of what happened yesterday, the mind kept changing priorities and forgetting what was going on before. I got the togs done, wrung and hung, and the tea had gone cold!

WD 50.0.0 So, I made another and remembered belatedly to take the morning medications. Realising, as I got the pill-dispenser out, that I had not taken last nights doses! This was not a very promising start to the day, Konrad Confusion seemed to be in charge again, not Inchcock!

Sorry if this sounds confusing, but it was to me, baffling!: When I got on the computer, I even jumped between tasks, it was all very disconcerting. Instead of getting on with the urgent need to update the Friday post first, I got the photo’s uploaded, resized and then instead of putting them in yesterday’s diary, I started to create the template for this blog? In the middle of doing this, I checked the Emails. Found one I’d missed somehow, from Jenny, and wrote a reply. Then, not back to this blog, or the Friday one, oh, no! I made up a Thought graphic on CorelDraw. I needed to get a grip!

I started the updating on Friday’s blog.  Pressed on, and got it done with relative ease, but still with problems that delayed me somewhat. This was because Nicodemus, Saccades-Sandra, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley and Shaking Shaun, were all being so kind to me, too. No, the addled-brain is the guilty party this time!

I got it finished and tried to concentrate harder. I got the link emailed off. Put some bits on Pinterest. Went on the WordPress reader. Then did some Facebooking, and commenting.

6Sat03Back to the Porcelain Throne again. Although Arthur Itis was getting a little painful again, I think the knees were looking much better than yesterday. The faces in the patellas had morphed changed. Hehehe! The evacuation was another decent one too! Still, Constipation Conrad drove, but far less bothersome.

6Sat05aI got a wash, and off to the kitchen, to make a brew of Glengettie tea.

I investigated the options for the nosh later. I had a check on the freebie potatoes and found they had roots growing out of them. So I removed them, it took me a while to get them sorted out. I got them cooking in the crock-pot on a low setting. Added some vinegar and salt and cleaned up the counter. Made the brew, took the midday med’s a little early, I know, but at least I remembered them this time. Hahaha!

The plan was to have them with some peas and the steak that is on its last use-by date in the fridge.

WD 50.0.0 I spotted some dogs walking their owners in the bottom field, and went to fetch the camera. But, could I find it? No! Bemused, I fossicked around, getting more and more frustrated with myself. I found the old camera eventually, not the new one yet, and gathered it and returned to the kitchen window.

WDP 003lrWD 50.0.0 WD 50.0.0A The bottom field was devoid of any tellurians of any type by then. The tea had gone cold! I’d left the hot water tap running, and that was cold! And I felt a right twit then! I’d had the Panasonic camera in my pocket all the time! As scatterbrains, simpletons and schnooks go, I must be in line for some sort of medal or award by now, surely?

WDP Dec 26bWD 50.0.0 I made another brew, Morrisons Extra Strong Assam this time, and returned with it to the computer. I’d sat down for only a few seconds, with the aim of getting this blog further updated, and Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder Shaking Shirley and Saccades Sandra all came at me at the same time! They seemed to be working in unison?

WDPH01LHowever, after having me holding on to the cupboard to prevent my toppling out of the chair, and thinking how lucky I was, that this didn’t happen while I stood up; within a couple of minutes, all three had departed my body!

What’s going on here?

6Sat10The all-around Hum, suddenly grew in volume again, just like yesterday. Annoying, enough to drive one mad!

I was sat there typing, listening to the mind-destroying ‘Hum’, and a few clangs from above, and I am sure I heard a noise that sounded like things clattering to the floor from within the flat. Off to investigate. I got distracted from my search when I checked the hallway. When I saw a large official-looking envelope near the door, I became twitchy. wrought-up, and adrenalised. I had no option but to open it straight away to find out what it was all about. Which I did!

WD 50.0.0 It was a dirty great 20 page A4 two-sided Questionnaire from the Vascular Dementia R4VaD (Whatever R4VaD is). Twenty pages!

This is going to be a challenge I thought I’d better make a start on it.

Back in a bit…

I was side-tracked for the first stand-alone wee-wee of the day. (It had to come, Haha!) Wot-a-shocker it was too! Or rather, wasn’t! It turned out to be a TBKIWAWBC (The-Bladder-6Sat15Know-It-Wants-A-Wee-But-Can’t!) version.

An hour -and-three-quarters later, I’d got the questionnaire filled in. Phew!

I espied some dog walkers as I was doing the paperwork, and thought I’d try to take some snaps of them. But it was a rushed affair, and I didn’t really zoom in enough, but still, I tried my bestest.

6Sat14

I gathered the black bags together, put some on the Trolley-Guide, and got the large envelope sealed and took it with me to post it. I’m not going to risk walking out with the stick like the other day, too risky! A bit of a messy job hobbling with five bags, pushing the walker, and trying not to crease the envelope up. I got the waste chute utilised and rid myself of the bags.

I got down in the lift and went to walk through Winwood Court for the first time for a few weeks.

6Sat28

Aha, blocked-off! Fair enough. So I made my way back through Woodthorpe Court and out into the sunshine on Chestnut Walk, to limp up to the post box.

 

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6Sat22Plenty of yobboes about on their bikes and skateboards up and down the road. Many residents coming and going in taxis too. The sunshine was reasonable, a breeze helped.

I stopped a moment or two for some pain relief and took a snap of my beloved Woodthorpe Court from outside the Extra Care Winwood Court.

Made my way back, and could not believe how long it had taken me to walk a few hundred yards to the post-box and back!

WD 50.0.0 Scotty opened the door for me to get in, and I was so glad he was there, cause I’d not taken the key fob with me!

I know, I know! I’m a Yolop!

Still, Scotty and I had a little natter from a distance. Really enjoyed it, nowt serious and we had a laugh or two! He’d had to take a seat, to recover from carrying hos booze from the taxi. Hahaha! Jealousy showing up hear! Hehe!

6Sat24I got the one-day out-of-date beef in the oven. And for the next forty minutes or so updated this diary.

I closed everything down, drained but worried cause I thought I’d forgotten something important I had to do? Grobbledangerations!

6Sat28I still do now.

Got the nosh sorted out. Last of the fresh spuds, steak, a can of vegetables sausages and beans. The steak reminded me of when Dad went out into the yard and worked on his shoe mending cobbling lark. But he had an easier job to cut through the leather! Hehe! Rating 6/10.

I got the pots washed, took the medications, and settled in the recliner to watch a film on the TV. Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder Shuddering Shirley, and constant Thought Storms ruined things.

Inchcock Today – Friday 1st May 2020: Worrying Memory blanks, I think!

May 01

2020 ttttMay01

Friday 1st May 2020

Finnish: Perjantai 1 Toukokuuta 2020

00 May 01

GM00503:45hrs: A zombie woke instead of me this morning…, Oh no, that was me! Hehehe! As I morphed back into reality; as if to validate this, the need for the Porcelain Throne. Which pressured me, to do battle with my gross, nauseatingly, flabby-stomached body. To free it from the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, grungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. The one that bullying xyrophobia-suffering, pools and lottery winner, Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. He searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them all back yet eight-months later), and broke the recliner while Pete was counting the money he was robbing me of. Still, he gave me a lift in his jam-jar from the hospital to the nursing home when the Stroke Ward kicked me out cause they needed the bed. As Pete said, someone had to pay for the petrol that was used. I’m wandering off subject again, sorry.

5Fri02WD 0.50.0 Off to the wet room, the feet and toes were painful, just as well that Arthur Itis was not in a bad mood, and Dizzy Dennis along with Shaking Shaun were both taking a tea-break I think. The session was enough to take my mind off of the toes – such as the severity of the evacuation. Constipation Conrad was still in control. Taking the rough with the smooth, Little Inchies fungal lesion, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were not bleeding, so fair enough!

I meandered carefully to the kitchen, got the kettle on and took the medications along with a glass of Movicol, to hopefully ease and encourage Constipation Conrad to loosen up a bit.

Onto the computer, and did a Thought poem and graphic first. Then uploaded some GeoSlab fonts, and tried to take some others off, but they were protected-system fonts and would not let me. Tsk!

Then I got on with updating the Thursday Diary, which was achieved a little easier this morning, due to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters not going down anywhere near as often as they usually do? I was baffled about this, but happy!

The monotonous ‘Hum’ actually got louder again. Grrr! What it must be like for anyone with reasonable hearing, I dread to think?

I finished the post and Emailed the links. Put a few pictures on Pinterest. I was about to read the comments, and it was suddenly as if someone had turned on a giant light outside. I drew back the curtains, half expecting to see a giant alien craft hovering with laser lights on the earth (Hahaha!), instead there in all its glory, was a massive rainbow low in the sky! Being at 280ft, plus the height of the block of flats up to the 12th floor. And above sea level here in the block. I could not get to photograph all of the rainbows in one go, shame!

I tried my best taking photographs from the kitchen window and the balcony. Here are the best of them – Beautiful view and petrichor!

March 20b

I’m so glad that I took these, even though they are not all that good, cause the chimaera crescent soon faded, and along with it the wonderful earthy smell of the petrichor. Had my cyber-pal Tim Price been here with his camera, I’d have loved have seen his photographs of them. Still, while it lasted, it cheered my soul.

How I wish I could bottle the after-rain smell and send you some. It only lasted for a short while.

5Fri23A sprinkling of rain started after I’d took the sky pictures as if it was trying to keep the rainbow on view. I took three photographs through the bottom of the windows in the balcony around the flat.

The end car park to the right-hand side.

Directly under in front of the balcony car parking.

Then to my left, along Chestnut Walk. 

I mused on all the folk beneath, most isolated in their apartments, and imagined what they were all doing, thinking planning, or hoping for. It would be nice to be able to ring them on the intercom; like we could on the old ones that were replaced with this new one, that folks cannot hear when in rings.

5Fri22I made another brew and took a Senna tablet. And got a large potato put in the small crock-pot cooking for later.

 I was still dreaming and remembering the beauty of that rainbow. My not concentrating.

WD 0.50.0a  WD 0.50.0 Oh, dearie me again! I dropped the milk jug as Nicodemus caught me out with his first real dying-a-death off the nerve-ends. So, it was a good job I bought two more replacements a few months ago, and I cleaned up the mess, struggled back up on my feet, and got the new one out to use. I made a fresh cuppa. Cursed and admonished my self! Then back on the computer, to check the emails before starting this blog going.

The thought-storming began, and hours were lost into the ether. What took place over the next few hours, may never be revealed, the memories either, not recorded, or drifted off into a black-hole.

5Fri33I got the nosh prepared and served up. Eating it was a little vague, but I found scribbled notes that I had difficulty in reading later.

It appears I gave this an 8/10 for taste.

I sort of came back into a responsive, reactive frame of mind as I was washing the pots. The mood was not depressive, just lackadaisical.

I checked that I had turned off the taps, plugs etc. and the computer, check! As I got stripped and down in the recliner, I noticed I’d gathered some nibble pots around the chair, mini-cheddars and yoghourt coated cashew nuts. (I’d missed the evening medications, but was not aware until the morning)

I was suddenly overtaken with weariness, and the eyelids drooped. At last, Sweet Morpheous had arrived, but it was filled with tormenting dreams. Ah, well, yer can’t win ’em all!

Inchcockski – Thur 30 April 2020: I spoke face to face with a human today!

April 30

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Thursday 30th April 2020

Italiano: Giovedì 30 Aprile 2020

000 April 30

GMX06a03:25hrs: I stirred into a loose form of pretend-life, and recognised that the need for the Porcelain Throne was somewhat urgent. Without much thought or common sense, I attempted straight away, to remove my overly-stomached torso from the £300 second-hand recliner.

This was one of my more painful mistakes, but there was a more severe one to come yet! Oh, lucky me!

WD 128.0.0 A hard truth to put into understandable words, but I’ll try my bestest, such a lot of calamities came within seconds of each other.

  • As I prised my lump of meat up, I leant against the arm with the right hand, stick in the left, the arm slipped off of the chair, and I plump back down again.
  • The bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were instant! Warm, wet and painful!
  • A small silent curse and questioning of my parentage, and I tried again. The pain in the overgrown nails on the feet almost had me over as I tried to stand on my heels. But the four-pronged walking stick prevented another sprawling of my Hindenburg-dirigible sized, but a lot wobblier, torso.
  • No time to gather my senses and balance, I made my way to the wet room, fearing I might be too late, as the innards churned. 
  • I even got a bit of a move on; and clouted my left elbow of the corner of the doorframe as I got to the WC room. It was almost like an electric shock.

WD 128.0.0 Inside, I dropped the jammie-bottoms and PPs, and down on the raised disabled Grumpy-old-git’s seat. And it was for certain this time, that Trotsky Terence had left the field clear for Constipation Conrad to take over again! I think it felt more like concrete than ever before. But, to be fair, there was minimal bleeding considering the falling back down in the recliner accifauxpas. I took me a long time to force things along. Then, the worst job, cleaning and medication the fungal lesion had to be done. A delicate job indeed, one error and the flood of red stuff flows with a venom. However, uncomfortable as it was, I resisted rushing things, and they all came out okay. Phew!

4Thu01Off to take the medications and make a brew, and the letter that arrived last night was perused.

A good idea that is, a picnic on the flat balcony, and a chance to wave from a  safe distance to other tenants, that I haven’t seen for weeks, with another new sentence from the Doctors for 3-further months imprisonment and isolation, will be okay.

As I got back to the junk room to turn on the computer, the lousy, annoying, never-ending noise from ‘The Hum’ was as loud as it’s ever been. Drives you potty! The Governments best scientists can’t find out what it is caused by. Mind you, they are struggling with Coronavirus pandemic at the moment, so. With all the millions of people staying at home, I would have expected more of them to go mad with having the excruciatingly disturbing ‘Hum’, for 24/7. Hehehe!

I pressed on with making the Template for this blog first. Then went on to updating the Wednesday blog. Got it finalised and sent off. Then Emailed the links. Then on WP Reader. Pinterested some snaps.

 Then, got on with the ablutions. All going very well indeed. Up to taking the shower, only three dropsies! Razor, shaving foam, and soap. A sensational start to the session.

I got under the shower and saw some new mould marks near the floor. Bear in mind, I did not have the glasses on, of course. So, I grabbed a can of Cif 100% Mould Remover (I thought at the time, anyway) and sprayed it on the wall and floor. Started showering, and stopped to rinse away the soaking spray.

4Thu02WD 128.0.0 Oh, dear, stinging pains from the stomach? I investigated the problem, and saw some odd coloured stuff running down the overweight tummy? I soon realised when I put my glasses on what it was. (Impetigo Imogen rampant this morning?)

WD 128.0.0 The colour was the same as the mould remover I’d just used!

WD 128.0.0a4Thu03 Then, I realised I had not used the Cif 100% mould remover, I’d used Cif 100% Oven & Grill Remover! It did sting a bit! It might claim to be a Perfect Finish, but I saw nothing on it about warning of the bottle having a tendency to leak! Cholericalisations, What a plonka! Hahaha! I had a good long spray around from the showerhead of me and the wet room. The pain dissipated, but it left me with an infuriatingly annoying itch!

Still, it could have been worse.

I got the medicating of all things in need done, olive-oiled the earholes, Phorpain gelled the knees and toes. Yes, toes! Not easy using the picker-up so I can reach the toes, I can tell yer! Hehe! Aftershave applied, body spray and even a slash of Au de Caloone… no, that’s not right. I’ll nip and have a look at the bottle, hang on a second or two… Got it, it was eau de toilette spray.

Got dressed, shame really, that means more handwashing to do. Har-har!

Made up and took some black bags to the chute. The flaming toes are hurting more and more. Humph! 

Hoping to get the electric can-opener and some more black bags delivered today from Amazon. Even more important, I pray that I will be able to operate the machine. Cramps and RAI (rheumatoid Arthur Itis), can cause problems enough, but when Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters nerve end die, it can be dangerous with the usual hand-operated can openers. The Warfarin levels are high too, which means bleeding can be a bugger to stop.

4Thu03aI made a brew and had a look outside. Some dogs walking their owners were about, so I got the camera to try and take a few shots. The dogs were a bit too lively for me to catch a photo of them with their owners.

Until a couple with some older woof-woofs came along. I see these dogs regularly, it looks like the larger, older one has arthritis or something like that. But he still does his best to keep up, bless him.

Then, as I was giving up, I spotted a lone crow on the bottom field near the tree copse and set about trying to get a decent shot of him for Lona, a gal on the Troll Free Site, who loves crows. As you can see, with him (the crow) being lively, and Nicodemus’s nerve ends letting me down, it was a struggle to get any shot of the bird at all. My best three efforts are below, I got a few shots with no bird many, one with part of him, and finally managed one of the carrion-crow. Then he flew off.

4Thu07

I checked on the tracker about the Amazon things, it indicated today twixt 16:00 > 20:00hrs. Then I updated this blog.

Then got a template for the morning made up. Then I set about getting some graphics made up. Things went okay with the nerve-ends. (Smugness Mode Assimilated!)

4Thu23As I checked on the potatoes in the slow-cooker, the intercom burst into life. It was the Amazon delivery of black bags and the electric tin (can) opener. I pointed rolled a can of G&T to the chap, and he was very pleased with it, and the genuine thanks I gave him.

The first thing needed, was my learning how to use the machine. The guide book was in too small and feint a print to grasp all of it. But I gave it a go on the large (400g whatever that is) can of garden peas without a ring pull on it. I observed the bit of plastic tubing on the blade in time and removed it. I wasn’t too confident I’d set it up properly, but it worked well. The tips that Sister Jane gave me earlier on the phone, were used and all went okay. Thanks, Jane.

4Thu22Having got the peas in the saucepan, I set about making up some black bags. The roll of sacks in my hand in this picture contained 200!

So you can tell they were a little smaller than I had hoped. Humph! On the other hand, they were stronger than the ones I had in stock Swings and roundabouts? I made up two of the old bags and one of the new, this confirmed the new bags being stronger but no thicker. So, maybe they were worth the extra cost? Hobbling was so painful, with my trying to walk on the heels to relieve the pain from the long toes, this caused balance difficulties, IU must have looked a sad sight.

I took the bags to the waste chute and returned to collect the recycling box and bag to take down to caretakers room.

As I was getting out of the lift on the ground floor, I met Angela’s Roy (15th floor). The man kindly offered to take the bag and box to the caretaker for me. Which was such a kind gesture, as he saw how I was struggling to walk. I thanked him and explained that I needed to walk, or try to, or else things would freeze-up. He laughed, which cheered me a little.

I got to the caretaker’s room, but Robert was out and about, so I left the big box near his door. Hope he doesn’t mind.

5Fri33Back up to get the nosh sorted. Very tasty. Flavour rating of 8.8/10, the potatoes that the Government had kindly given me in the food parcel, were excellent, slow-cooked with a drop of balsamic and malt vinegar added. The flavour soaked in well with using the crock-pot to sort of marinating.

As I washed the pots, and then me, thoughts turned to will I be able to sleep, the mind was a little active, churning over.

I rang Deana again, to ask her to cancel the Nottingham City Council food parcels, but the phone died on me after telling me ‘Not available’. I bet the ILCs are getting more stressed than I am. All of us to bother about, and their own clan too!

Got settled down, and watched To the Future 2 on TV. I’d seen it before, just as well, cause I kept nodding off every time the adverts came on.

When it was finished, I recall thinking, ‘Hello, Toothache Tim seems to be starting again’, and then a beautiful blankness for five hours of uninterrupted sleep! Yeehaa! 

Keep safe, folks!

Inchcockski – Tuesday 28th April 2020: Grobblefinks, ug… I’m losing it!

April 28

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Tuesday 28th April 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 28ain Ebrill 2020

000 April 28

GM blu0104:50hrs: I woke, and within seconds of attempting to encourage my brain to join me in activating, the need for a wee-wee appeared. I removed my overly-stomached torso from the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-foul beige coloured, none-working rickety recliner; and limped, literally, to the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket)  and got two shocks at the same time, no, three actually! Tsk!

WD 0.0.128 3 As I began to appreciate the lack of much bother from Duodenal Donald and conceded that the toenails and Arthur Itis were going to be today’s top-dog ailments. (They gave it away by being so painful, Hehe!)

WD 0.0.128 3 Then realised that the wee-wee was of the LHLBS (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting-Splashback) variety, not experienced for many months. Not any pain with it, mind!

WD 0.0.128 3 Then the bucket slipped from my grip, as Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters died a death on me. How I managed only to get my jammy bottoms and the PPs wet, is a mystery and miracle.

2Tue01I went to the wet room, taking care not to stub the overly-long-nailed toes. I washed things up, put the jammie-bottoms in the bucket to soak, and had a stand-up wash and shave. Again surprises, Nicodemus’s visit ended, (It’s going to be a start-stop day methinks). And hardly any dropsies at all! Just the razor (2), and the 2Tue04toothpaste! It was a confusing start to the day. With merit points, and the usual Whoopsiedangleplops.It looked like the reactions to the Clopidogrel is returning again on both legs and feet.

Off to the kitchen. This reminded me of the Iceland delivery due in a couple of hours or so. I made a brew and took the medications. And set out with a degree of enthusiasm for once, to get the updating done of the Monday post. I got it finalised, despite the nerve-ends playing up on and off, in a reasonable time. Emailed the links. Went on the WordPress Reader.

IMG_4015Then the intercom rang and lit up. It was the Iceland delivery that had arrived. The same chap as yesterday, I think. I pointed out the can pf G & T the side for him in thanks. Off he trotted, and I got the bags indoors, and to the kitchen.

2Tue08aA lot of stuff to find room for again. Amongst them were some new salt & vinegar flavoured Fish Chunks, if all goes well today, I plan to have some of these, with potatoes, tomatoes and sugar snap peas. That’s the plan anyway. Getting the things away was a battle and-a-half! They had sent some of the Naturally Imperfect chips as well, so I made a point of making room for them in the freezer, at the cost of dishing some bits to make room for them.

2Tue09I got some of the potatoes in the sizeable crock-pot cooking. A bit of sea salt and vinegar added.

Then, as I was pottering around, I spotted some dirt marks on the kitchen floor. I got some spray on the floor and got down with the micro-cloth to clean it up a bit. Huh!

WD 0.0.128 2A I cleaned it up alright but getting my stomach-dominated bulk back up on my feet, was no easy feat! Gawd knows how long it took me. I ended up crawling on my knees to the side counter, (it’s easier to grab hold of) and hauled myself up, on the third attempt, and much silent howling and cursing, back into a semi-perpendicular position.

WD 0.0.128 3 Which was bad enough, but the agony from the toes and ankles were hardly bearable. I decided to stop cleaning.

I went to the wet room, to clean and medicate things now in need of the same. The struggle to get up had set Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding. Arthur Itis’s knees needed Phorpain gelling, and the toes were gelled in a fashion, from cotton wool at the end of Jenny’s picker-upperer! Needs must, and all that!

WD 0.0.128 3 Which proved a mistake to make! Unbeknown to me, the skin around the toes had cracked, and Phorpain gel shouldn’t be applied to this. I think there might be a few cracks in the wet room roof where my head hit it when I jumped! Hahaha! Then I had another unpleasant job, putting my feet in hot water to remove the gel!

WDP 2aI tried to look on the bright side, but it was difficult with the tears running from the eyes… only joking! I cleared the kitchen a bit, made up four bags of waste, and took them to the chute in the loft lobby. Walking was even worse than earlier, things were getting into their usual stride again. Dangwangles, damn and blast!

Made a start on this blog at last. But only for a minute or two. The landline burst forth. It was a lady from Nottingham City Council. Asking if I had received my food parcels yet. I explained about trying to sign on last week after a letter from the Doctors Confirming me being of a ‘High Risk’ status. I rang them (Wednesday I think), auto line, and my Hospital number not being recognised. I asking Deana to help, she rang back saying someone was going to call me and am still waiting for the call-back. Perhaps it is you? We checked the details and answered the questions again. After which, the lady offered to make another application for me. I thanked her, she will call back if anything is sorted. Int life good? I mentioned I have a 4kg bag of instant potato flakes if they could use it. She gave me a number to ring, where it could be used.

WD 0.0.128 3 I rang the number. The gentleman said it was of no uses to him, then he started talking too quickly for me to hear anything he was saying. I thanked him and rang off.

WD 0.0.128 3 The Salvation army might be interested. So I looked up their number and rang it. No answer. I tried another one, no answer. I looked up a local charity and rang one, who said they would not be able to use the potatoes but thanked me. She gave me another number to ring, which I did. No answer. I tried a third Sally-army number I found. No answer. Then I gave up!

2Tue11I made a brew and checked the potatoes in the big slow-cooker. They were still rock-hard! A shame that. I made sure they were on the high setting.

Then tried to change the picture size on the Panasonic, and took these shots from the unwanted, unliked, thick-framed, rain letting in, kitchen window.

2Tue21

I found a Coronavirus chart and copied it on here. Later realising it was well out of date. What a Schmuck!

2Tue13

2Tue14Maybe today, I can get some graphic done on CorelDraw for the posts?

I’ll make a start by creating a template for tomorrow. I got the computer booted up again, and managed to get about ten-minutes on it, got ready to make progress at long last with the CorelDrawing…

WD 0.0.128 3 Oh, no I won’t! The intercom rang again. No rest for the wicked! Well, bless them, it was a lady from Nottingham City Council, delivering my first food parcel.

A very pleasant lady put the carrier through the door after confirming who I was. I2Tue22 asked her if she knew of someone who could use the 4kg of instant potato and told her the story of how I came to have it.

2Tue23She took it to deliver to a homeless shelter charity who care for street sleepers. I thanked her for her kindness, and off she flew. Bless her cotton socks!

Milk, bread, oranges, canned beans and sweetcorn, individual sauce pots, jam pots, potatoes, and an onion, milk and much more.

They even supplied some TRs and two little hotel samples of soap. Wonderful! I felt humbled and cared for.

2Tue24They even supplied a mass of paperwork with them. Some coronavirus advice, and must and mustn’t doe’s check-list.

An in-depth list of all the foods in the bag. Allergies, halal, vegan etc.

Marvellous!

Looks like it’s too late to get any graphics done now. The weariness is creeping in, and the toes and knees are so painful, it’s unreal! I nipped into the wet room to get some gel on the knees, Germolene the tootsies, and Germoloid the stinging piles.

I had a look at the state of the legs, and they were not very encouraging at all!

2Tue25

Talk about pale!

Another day flashed by, and not much got done! Yet a lot did really, I’m losing it again.

2Tue25I went to check on the spuds progress. Coming on alright. I got the thighs on the plate and added tomatoes, a Marmite cheese medallion and silverskin onions. The slow-cooker cooked potatoes were great tasting, I added some splashes of Hoisin sauce on them. A small can of garden peas as well. The orange kindly donated on my food parcel was almost juiceless. The fowl were not very flavoursome at all. Overall the meal as good, all the same. The Muller light lemon yoghourt and the Clementine drink were lip-smacking good, as usual. An 8.8/10 for Taste rating!

Got the pots washed. Took the evening medicines and medicated areas of the flobby-body that was in need. I got down in the 300, second-hand, uncomfortable rickety, none-working recliner, with some mini-cheddars and a pot of yoghourt covered cashew nuts for nibbling later.

WDPright05WD 0.0.128 3 The mind-storming was filled with taradiddle, quixotic-nonsense, and a confounding assortment of the weirdest ideas and plan-formulating, ever known before! This was not easy to free the brain of and lasted for many hours. Thus, ensuring that Sweet Morpheous was denied again! Dranglewangles!

Keep doing your bestest, and stay in if you can. One nipping out to the shops when unnecessary, can mean you catching, or giving someone else Coronavirus. Best of luck!

Inchcock – Monday 27th April 2020: So busy, everything seemed to plot against my getting any CorelDraw graphicalisationing done. Ah, well! TTFNski.

April 27

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Monday 27th April 202

Hawaiian: Poakolu 27 lā ʻApelila 202

000 April 27

GM 90.0.0

03:40hrs: I stirred after five hours head down, and about four hour’s sleep in periods of about ten-minutes of duration. In a Zombie-like frame of mind, I eased my massive ever-growing bulk of a flabby-bellied body out of the c1968 recliner. Picked up the walking stick, and made my way to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session. Gawd blimey, the uncut toenails hurt, making it hard hobbling!

1Mon02I was gobsmacked at the evacuation. It was all over in a couple of minutes, and nowhere near as bloody as yesterday. It’s still a bit painful mind. Well-pleased with this start to the day, I took a photo of the pale pins (legs) but found that Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were on strike again, and this time the shaking and lack of sense of touch contact, were minuscule. Hence, the picture was blurry, not a good one! It seemed like and felt to me, that they might be just coming back on-line.

WD 100.20.0 As I made my way, cursing the pain from the toenails, into the kitchen, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) began, what was to be a day-long session of giving me and my knees a lot of grief! However, Duodenal Donald, although still with me, was vastly less bothersome. Swings and roundabouts? 

1Mon01I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. Got the medications out and taken, and spent a few moments ponderisationing on the day’s expectancies. I find myself in a quandary over the Iceland orders, one is due today, and another, possibly for tomorrow.

1Mon03WD 100.20.0 Arthur Itis’s replacing Duodenal Donald as King-Pin in the pain stakes was okay for me at the moment, a change is as good as a rest. But, if Donald does start up again alongside Arthur, and the toenail pain, things will be too much to cope with. Fingers crossed!

I got the computer on and did some comment reading and answering. Then onto the WordPress reader, some brilliant stuff on there this morning. Then tackled the updating of the Sunday diary. This did not take too long, with so few photographs, and with it being a little shorter with nowt much happening.

I made a mash of Glengettie tea, had a rather forceful wee-wee, washed and got on with creating this page. Out of prepared graphics now, so I must find time to get some more done on CorelDraw later.

1Mon06aThe mobile phone rang out, it was on well, and genuinely ancient, 1965 Hopewells E-Plan, worn, pot-marked, desk close to me, and the noise made me jump. Hehehe!

I investigated the phone message and found out it was from Iceland, concerning today’s afternoon delivery.1Mon04

As I checked the indicated email with details of the changes, I began to hiccup, and they lasted for two hours or more?

WDPleft03Shame about the changes, no Imperfect Chips in stock, my favourites as well, am I lucky or what? Tsk! No kitchen towels, and no bread thins. Things are not as bad as they seem though.

I have some cobs in the freezer to take out and defrost. I’ll do it now while I think of it.

All done, I put them in the fridge to thaw slowly until needed. And, of course, if the accidentally made Iceland order for tomorrow should arrive, they might have some Naturally Imperfect chips on it? I can’t remember if I ordered any, but probably not, though, thinking I was going to get some today.

With the long hurting toenails, Arthur Itis’s knees, Duodenal Donald, and the hiccups accompanying me, I put the kettle on the boil and opened the window of the kitchen. Took some photographs intending to show you how green things looked this morning.Stunning colours.

1Mon06

How I would love to be able to get a meander through the tree copses, I bet it smells beautiful in there, even with the dog muck, drug needles and empty beer cans and bottles. Sorry for myself? Bitter? Jealous? Me? Mmm! Hehehe!

Made another brew of Morrison’s Assam tea, and back to the computer. I went on the Morrison site, and added kitchen towels, sourdough muffins, soap; they only had Cussons Imperial in packs of six left, and washing up liquid. Of course, this order is still a week or so away, and merely adds to my Conrad Confusion ailment! Haha!

I went on the TFZer Facebooking page, I always enjoy this. Got carried away a bit, I must make a start of doing the graphics – and not forget about the Iceland delivery coming. Back in a bit.

WDP 4RightWD 100.20.0 ac I didn’t get far, I forgot about the ablutions, so tended to them. Well, they went well for a change again! The dropsies added up to only four! Brilliant! The toothbrush, the soap, the showerhead and the body spray can. I did well there! No, knocking anything over or off of owt, no toe-stubbings either! Smugeth Mode Engaged!

1Mon06bThe old ankle ulcer was prominent again and developed a gorgeous light brown colour instead of its usual blue-red shade. The veins were bulging a tad.

Well, it was something interesting at least, Hahaha!

1Mon06CWD 100.20.0 All dried off, I could feel a different pain in the right ankle and foot? I seem to have got new growths as well. What with the nails giving hassle walking and the latest whatever it is, I may never wear socks again, too painful! Humph!

I freshened up and smelling all nice again, and the legs almost looking decent, I poddled carefully cause of the poor toes, to make a brew and take the midday medications. 

1Mon07WD 100.20.0 I almost made a start on some graphicalisationing at last, but the intercom rang, it was the Iceland delivery coming early. I let the chap in, and waited inside the door for him to arrive, and shouted through the narrow gap from a reasonable distance, that there was tipple for him on panel shelf in the lobby. He shouted out his appreciation and departed. I waited to hear the end door shut, then nipped out to get the fodder bags 1Mon08inside.

WD 100.20.0 More bumph posted through the door. PHCA Healthcare Assistants leaflet, no prices on it, though. And any adverts with just a mobile number on it always arouses a surreptitious smidge of suspicion. Offering various services. I didn’t see any nail-cutting ones on it, Tsk! Pity there were no prices. Imaging ringing them, not hearing what they said, or worse mishearing them, booking them to find what you thought was £25, turned out to be £75!

Just another memory of one of my earlier cock-ups, last year when I phoned a chiropodist to ask how much it was to have my toe-nails cut and ankle-ulcer clean-up. She was not happy to find I didn’t have enough cash to pay her with. Sad innit?

1Mon09aWD 100.20.0 As I was going back and forth, very carefully and in agony with the nails and Arthur Itis with the bags, I remembered that the second pair of trousers had not been delivered yet, from Amazon? Just another thought and summat further to worry about!

I got the bags unloaded and spread the 1Mon09bfodder about to take this photo of them all. As I began to put the items away, the first thing that came to mind was tonight’s nosh. I decided to try the pork and caramelised sausages, and make some imitation hot dogs with the brown wholemeal deli rolls delivered.

1Mon14bI was not confident that I would like them that much. Iceland had a habit of producing great things, like the ‘Naturally Imperfect Chips, and their quarter-pounder beefburgers, both great! But I’m afraid that they do sell items that are horrible as well. Like their so-called fresh tomatoes, own label pork pies etc., so what these rolls and sausages will be like, I’ll find out later. I got around to checking the stuff as I put it in the fridge, and oh, dearie me!

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Finally, I got things stored away and back to the Graphicalising again! For ten-minutes!

WD 100.20.0 Another interruption, the phone rang. It was Sister Jane, they were worried about me because they had not received the blog link. I investigated and found I had sent it to Pete’s old email address. I was surprised that it didn’t get through, on all three of my emails accounts, things all get through. I apolomostgised and forwarded the original on to Pete (I hope).

WD 100.20.0 Again, back to get some graphicalisationing done. I could have cried when the mobile rang out, stopping me again from CorelDrawing! What made it more frustrating than usual, was that Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were working all this missed time, and I could have really got on with the job. But it was a well-intended interruption. From Ballroom dancing champion, 2012 to 2015, and Obergruppenführeress, Warden Deana. She asked if I needed any bread or milk. I thanked her, and said not, all okay at the moment.

Back to the CorelDrawing yet again. This time it lasted for twenty minutes!

WDP 10R02LWD 100.20.0 I felt the warm wet sensation from the lower regions, that needed no explanation to me. Off to the wet room, and cleaned, dried and medication Little Inchies fungal lesion. I took a while, a bit of pain and usual ‘Argh’s, Eek’s, face contorting grumps, and some Spittling-Splurging!

It was so late now. Almost my head-down time. But, I gritted my teeth, I made a brew of Thompson’s tea, I put the oven on a low setting to get the sausages done later  (I’m looking forward to trying these), and back to the computer, in hopes of getting at least a few graphics done.

Then, as I was taking my seat on the computer chair…

WDPbbWD 100.20.0 ac The right leg gave forth with a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, nearly having me out of the swivel-chair!

WD 100.20.0 However, it was an exciting session. A sort of cross, between the stomp and a slightly more energetic one-legged, hokey cokey. It lasted for a few minutes too! Left me feeling a little drained, though. The worst thing, was it started the neurotransmitters off, and typing after this, and manipulating on CorelDraw, was impossible! I tried my best to carry on, but it was just too cock-up and mistake-prone. I was spending far more time correcting than drawing!

WDPBaMiserable now, self-pitying and depressed, all that missed opportunities with so many interruptions that stole away a rare opportunity for me to get some graphics done while the nerve-ends were working, lost!

I turned off the computer and tried to look for the silver lining in the whole fiasco, but it was too well sequestered, hidden!

1Mon16I got on the meal cooking. Ah, well, that’s Inchcock’s luck all over. Tsk!

After a while, I had the meal served-up on the tray. It looked okay to me, but it was a varied mix of success and chronicalisation!

The tomatoes, rare for Iceland, were British and tasted much better than their Moroccan ones. The Marmite cheese disc was gorgeous! The Iceland Straight-Chips were fine.

1Mon09bI’d like to offer a warning about the Pork and caramelised onion sausages. They were tasteless, fatty, and disappointing. I shall dish the ones not eaten, it would be unfair to offer them to any resident to eat.

The French, Granny Smith apple, one I found that wasn’t mouldy, was slightly more moist than an old house brick, but harder!

The wholemeal rolls were tasty. I used them as a holder for the sausages. As I folded the bread around the first sausage, the fat poured out of the link. Through the roll, my fingers, and dripped onto my belly and the plate at the first bite! Fat and water from the sausages got into the chips and made them go soft!

Flavour rating 3/10. Not one of my betterer feasts. Ah, well! Not to fret! 

I got the washing-up done. Got down in the £300, second-hand, none-working, broken by my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete. And stewed about all the things that stopped me working on CorelDraw. Messages, deliveries, phone calls, and the lousy luck in the nerve-ends dying just when I got the chance to get with CorelDrawing. Crying was an option! But I resisted.

WDP 4leftSweet Morpheous resisted, again!

Jenny, Doris, Cyndy, Gaynor, Margaret, Angela, Jane, Deana, Steve, William, Bill, Malcolm, Herbert, Josie and all of you Winwoodonians, take care, folks and the best of luck!

Inchcockski – Sunday 26th April 2020

April 26

2020 ttttApr26

Sunday 26th April 2020

Yiddish: זונטיק דעם 26 סטן אפריל 2020

000 April 26

GM cap0103:50hrs: I didn’t wake up – because I didn’t get to sleep. I just grumpily, cantankerously decided to reluctantly get up, mainly because I needed a wee-wee.

WD 130.0.0 I quickly got out of the £300 second-hand, rickety recliner, gained my momentum, picked up the four-pronged walking stick, and made for the wet room. Within two paces I was in pain from the toe I stubbed last night! Argh! It’s not going to get any better until I can get the toenails cut somehow, but have no idea how I can get them done in the current lock-in? I’m due for a lot of slowly increasing suffering now. And have 12 weeks of enforced hibernation to get through before I can even think of getting out to the clinic. Gawd, I’m in a rotten mood, already!

A right sprinkling and spraying wee-wee it was, a bit of blood from Inchies fungal lesion joined in the drizzle. A good start this, I thought. I’m tired out, irritable. I go for a wee and find the place needed ten-minutes of cleaning up, medicating, and a lot of pain to do it, afterwards! A message of gloom from my EQ lowered what bit of confidence I had.

I needed to pull myself out of the darkness. I tried singing my favourite ‘happier-times’ related songs to myself as I went to the kitchen. But, the sharp stinging from the toe put an end to that idea! Whimper-whinge

I took the medications, including several swigs of the useless Peptac antacid medicine to calm Duodenal Donald down. Made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and got the computer going. I sent an email to Jenny, as I had not heard from her for a while. Which is not surprising, like me, she is busier than before the lockdown, helping and caring for so many people.

WD 130.0.0 Then, it was back to the wet room, for the Porcelain Throne this time. I had a bit of luck though; Duodenal Donald was really giving me some stick. I’m sure this helped me feel the effects of Constipation Conrad’s hurtful evacuation, much less. Does that make sense?

On the computer, and worked through updating the Saturday post. Took me a few hours, but it was all done. Published it, then I posted (emailed) off the links. Pinterest, Comments and Facebooking were visited.

Jenny emailed, she has got some bleach for me and will get it to me later, no rush for the money. Wonderful!

Made a template and made a start on this blog. Got it finalised, and then tended to the ablution duties. It was a right mixed bag of luck, this session was!

I had another trickling wee-wee, and as I moved after the session, and got the camera to take a photo of the ankle ulcer (I never did get around to making it):

7Sun02WD 130.0.0 a Instantly, with no warning twitches from the right knee or ankle (a rarity), a Neuropathic Schuhplattler right leg dance, kicked off! It lasted a while this one, too. But the more surprising fact. As I leant forward to the nearest solid object to grab onto, to keep my balance and not topple-over, the toilet cistern, the camera which was in the right hand, took this picture on the right as I fell forwards. Yet the photo came out great?

The dropsies were very few, probably fewer than for weeks if not longer. All I can recall, (Of course I was a little shook-up with the dance and Duodenal Donald stabbing at me) was the soap, razors (3), the towel, and the Germoloid cream tube. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

And the legs Peripheral Neuropathic, Clopidogrel legs, well, knees had changed the expressions on both patellas. Can you make out the shape that I can see in them on the left ones? I could make a competition to find the hidden object with these knees! Hahaha!

7Sun04a

I ignored the need to wear socks again, and I threw a verbal sneer at the Sock-Glide (Haha). But, being as I was planning to leave the flat, I thought it best if I put on the PPs, a shirt and some trousers!

Jen rang the bell and dropped-off the bleach for me outside. Grand of her, and it was the lemon-scented one that I like, too! Bless her. ♥

WD 130.0.0 a I went to ring her to thank her and tell her I’d drop the cash off later. ‘Clanger!’ I could not find the paper with peoples flat and phone numbers on it! I emailed her back, explaining my stupidity. Replied with her phone digits. Rang her, it was engaged. Took the bags to the waste chute and down to Jennies flat. Left bag with cash and rang the bell.

WD 130.0.0 I foolishly got in the lift, and went down to the ground floor and got out before I realised what I was doing. Waited to get back in, only one in a lift nowadays. When the elevator came, Cyndy got out, greetings exchanged. I think only about ten words were used between us. But it was nice to talk to someone real.

7Sun04bBack to the flat and got Josie’s nosh done. A little earlier than usual, but I took it to her door and pressed the bells. No answer. Oh, dear! I nipped back in the flat and covered the plate with foil to hopefully keep it warm for a while, and put the Limoncello back in the fridge to keep that cold.

More sorting in the kitchen produced another black bag for the chute. So I took it and called at Josie’s on the way back. No answer.

Updated this diary a while, and then took the now cold meal to Josie’s, for the third time. Aha! A response! She’d been in the shower. We had a natter, and I explained why the meal maybe a little cold. My fault for going too early. She should like the potatoes this time, I’d got some Leicester cheese to use, and thanks to Jenny, some butter to add to them.

Then I got back to the computer and remembered I’d forgotten to take out the Limoncello from the fridge! Back to Josie, and explained. I got a rum look, and she mentioned that I had already given her a pot of orange jelly. IU told her that will keep for any time, I know how much she loves her Limoncello.

7Sun01WD 130.0.0 I did a quick check of the latest Coronavirus figures. My first thought was, good, only 20 new cases confirmed yesterday. But on seeing the local deaths, it shook me a bit.

And these figures are not including anyone who dies anywhere other than in a hospital.

We’ve a long way to go yet. Confidence in a solution being found is limited

I then prepared my own meal.

7Sun40WD 130.0.0 I was a tad disappointed in how the cheesy mashed potatoes turned out. I’ll leave out the butter on the next lot I try making, I reckon. All that Leicester cheese I used, and still not much of a flavour to it. The caramelised onion pate will not be tried again if I can get any, it will be the pork & mushrooms ones in future. The overall taste rating was 5/10. But it looked lovely! Hahaha!

I got the pots washed, cleaned a bit of the kitchen floor, but stopped when Duodenal Donald complained.

7Sun41I made up a bottle of spring water and lemon cordial mix.

Spotting these families out in the sunshine on the bottom field, I got the Nikon to record the view. It didn’t particularly cheer me up as it usually would have done. Cause a bit of jealousy came to the fore. How I wish I could still be able to take a walk through the Tree Copse! But, my new disabilities since the stroke, and now the enforced twelve-week imprisonment in the flat, guaranteed my days of ambling, smelling the petrichor and falling over in the Copse, are finished. Tsk!

I got down in the no-longer working, broken by my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-law Pete, rickety recliner.

A first here, no nod-offs came at all, even with the TV on! No thought-storming! Just a sort of vagueness, and mind wandering without aim or resolution.

7Sun39

Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Hosris Sapit