Inchcock Today – Friday 13th December 2019: Humph!

1 Dec 13

2019 ttDec 13

Friday 14th December 2019

Bosnian: Utorak 14 Decembar 2019

01Dec 13

WD 100.20.0 22:35hrs: I woke, to the sound of the dreaded ‘Hum’, and the rain belting against the balcony windows. It was coming through the many gaps in the windows. And dribbling down onto and underneath the wooden slatted base. Where is was gelling with the many fallen from the plastering, powder and crumbs already fallen. Much of it disappearing underneath the slats. I was strangely interested in this and lay watching for a while. My imagination saw the mess under all of the balconies was getting heavier, and eventually, the weight would cause the collapse of a few of them. I knew if this happened, I would be the one on the balcony at the time. Probably, I’d be unlucky enough to survive and have even more pain and pissed-offedness. Then the thought of the upcoming struggle to get an appointment at the Doctors lingered for a few seconds. Then I was annoyed at needing a wee-wee, meaning IO need to get my hog-like, but wobbly body free of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.

The odd mood I woke-up in; meant an end to my moments of uhtceare. With klebenleiben, and clinomania shaken-off, a sort of semi-coherence returned to the brain, and I rose up; onto my feet. Grabbed the stick, and hobbled into the wet room. While I was waiting for the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee to finish, it occurred on me, that Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were all in a good mood with me! Nice!

Off to the kitchen, and turning the light on, the effulgent lighting seemed to piss-off Saccades Sandra, and an inner cascade of jumping colours and unfocussed kitchen parts flashed around. I had to stop where I was until it got less bothersome before moving on. Yet this did not start off Dizzy Dennis at all? No matter, I was pleased about that. I got the kettle on, moved the handwashing onto the airer, took the morning medications and made the brew. Then I gave Arthur Itis’s knees a good rub with the Phorpain gel, maybe it didn’t need it with the joints not playing up, but I thought it an intelligent decision anyway.

WD 100.20.0 Back to the wet room for a heavy-duty evacuation. Oh, dearie me! Bloody, painful and messy. Back to normal then. Haha!

WDP 14LWD 100.20.0 I got on the computer to update the Friday Inchcock Today diary and found that the fingers were giving my mini-quiverings and making typing work very difficult. Ever correcting. But I had no choice other than to keep pressing on. I eventually got it done and posted off to WordPress.

Then went on the TFZer Facebooking. Made a brew and had a look at the current state of the nation, electorally. Not what one would have wanted, but there you are. A lot more results to come in yet, I think.

5Fri01

Thoughts turned to jentacular desires. So I made another brew and had two mint-biscuits. Ah, the good life. Hahaha!

Then I had a look at the WordPress Reader. Then rechecked on the voting.

5Fri02

I had a go at getting some graphics done for the next template. I only got one done, then had to get the ablutions done.

5Fri004

Just a thought, but they used to make use of a machine (1906 -1907) for automatically recording votes, a psephograph (1906 -1907). Too reliable, maybe?

5Fri22

5Fri08I’ll get a clean up then. Back in a bit. I took a snap of the cold outside view. Peaceful looking, idyllic too. Huh!

Well, I had to utilise the Porcelain throne first. No discomfort and no bleeding. The dropsies were not too many (he says trying not to tell you how many), the sock-glide was accident-free! Afterwards, when I was all polished and perfumed ready for dressing, could I find my £2 wristwatch with the £10 strap and £15 battery? I took me ages, so long, I thought I might need another shave by the time I found the watch! Haha!

 

Checked the flat, flapped about, lights, taps etc. looked over. I took the back bags with me to the waste chute when I departed along with the white bag for the recycling bin.

I got down and to the Obersturmbannfhreress, ILC Wardens Control Room and Holding Cell, nibbles issued, and out to the big Winwood Social room. I accepted a few put-downs from Welsh William and had a natter. Moving through the link corridor to the Winchester Court lobby, and waited there along with some other tenants, to avoid the rain, until the bus arrived. The wind and rain greeted us as we left to get to the shelter as the buses came.

5Fri09I had a go on the crosswording en route. Dropping off on Upper Parliament Street. The rain still with us. Straight into the Poundland World, to get some Dettol Lavender and toilet blocks and have a look around. Taking a photograph of the thousands of bits of chewing gum all over the pavement. Humph!

WD 100.20.0 I came out of the store, after being given help on the self serve checkouts, by a kind assistant. The card would not work, and I could not remember the number. Humph! With the trolley and carrier bag holding: Dettol brown (no lavender available). A Pork Farms pork pie, Bloo toilet blocks, Mouthwash and some Orange digestive biscuits (which I had to battle to get from the top shelf, but they are my favourite chocolate biscuits, so I went through pain to attain them. Haha!). Paid cash, thanked the lady for her help, and left.

Out onto Parliament Street in the rain, again.

5Fri10

This chaps driving skill left me shuddering. Foot down and forward, scattering pedestrians!

5Fri11

Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!

5Fri12

Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!

5Fri13

Nottinghamian pedestrians cross against the lights!

5Fri14The chewing gum on Clumber Street, where I took some of the above photographs from, sheltered a little from the wind, also had thousands of chewing gum blobs on it. That is if they are discarded masticated bits chewing gum? I assume that is what they are? But I’m not sure.

5Fri15I limped down Clinton Street, observing the expressions. Thus, the mood of the Nottinghamian shop-lifters, muggers, pick-pockets, illegal immigrants, students, drug-pushers, alcoholics, house-breakers, uninsured car owners, TWOCers and the TWOCed, Benefit cheats… Sorry, got carried away there! Anyway, it seemed to me, that there was a general feeling on their mushes, of resignation, acceptance of the inevitable, and a touch of euphobia, perhaps?

5Fri16Down along Long Row and onto Wheeler Gate. To try to find some lavender Dettol at the Poundland store on there. I took this dismal photo of the appallingly messy looking Slab Square, and South Parade. The mood was becoming depressive around the area, and my EQ told me to be wary. Nothing happened, but I put myself in Defence and Desticated mode.

At the self-serve tills, a really kind lady put the things through for me, (she was on duty the last time when I got the sensory nerve-ends problems and kept dropping things, which didn’t endear me to the waiting in the queue, shoppers behind me!). I managed surprisingly to remember the card number! I came out with; Sliced wholemeal cobs, Lavendar Dettol, 5Fri017and mushroom pate. I made sure I told the lady that I appreciated her help, and off out into the rain and increasingly nasty wind outside.

I hobble across the market, and up Queen Street onto Upper Parliament Street, and took this photograph towards the Victoria Centre shopping centre (mall).

5Fri018As I turned to go back down Queen Street, the skies darkened threateningly. No one was at the bus shelter waiting. I got myself underneath the cover of the plastic overhang. A lady joined me, and she was concerned about the L9 being late. As I was explaining about the bus always being late on this run, due to the changeover of 5Fri019drivers. The bus arrived to make me a liar! Hehe!

I had a failed go at the crosswording on the way back. I believe I was the only person to get off of the bus at Winwood Heights.

WD 100.20.0 And it was into the most horrendously high winds I’ve ever suffered. Just getting to the door was a battle to stay on my feet. Luckily the bus stop is now close to Winchester Court, and I entered their lobby and walked through the link passages back to Woodthorpe Court. As I got in my own lift lobby, the warmth of the new Winwood Court was replaced with a colder, drafty Woodthorpe one!

5Fri20WD 100.20.0 Up to the flat, and took an INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-we. I came out of the wet room and saw a note had been put through the letterbox. Oh, Damn! Again, I’d just missed the phlebotomy nurse by five minutes! But no guilt lingered for once. No one had told me when she was due! I had not received any Notification of what my last test results or what the new doses should be! Not from the Sherwood Medical Practice, nor the Anticoagulation Haemostasis and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic either!  BPAFMPOM (Beyond-Pathetic-and-Feeble-Minded-Pissed-off-Mode) engaged)

5Fri21I was in a depression now.

I put the receipts on the computer to use in the morning to update. Got the nosh done. Made some pate and tomato sarnies, the last of the open garden peas and beetroot. As if to point out my change in luck, I took a photo of the plate of fodder. It seems to have drifted off into the ether when I put the images on in the morning! Grumph!

I felt sickened with missing the blood nurse, especially as it was not my fault, but I know I’ll get blamed! The Desticate from my EQ, now becomes clear, why!

Depressed, enervated, annoyed and spiritually incapacitated, I forced myself to do the washing up and handwashing.

Got down in the recliner, and mentally stewed for ages. Sour, bitter, frustrated and gloomy.

So, no change there, then!

Inchcock Today – Mon 25 Nov 2019: Mayhem and confusion, and a fair bit of disillusionment! Worra rotten day!

1 Nov 25

2019 Tnov 25

Monday 25th November 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 25. Studenog 2019. Godine

0Nov 25

WDP 08R02aWD 0.0.5 01:35hrs: I woke up, feeling instantly depressed at the thought of having to go to the After-Stroke Physio session, knowing how it always gets to me mentally, as well as physically. Then I pondered, have I got the right bus fare? Then it dawned on me; it’s Monday, not Tuesday! (I’m quick, you know. Tsk!)

The regular first thing in need of the Porcelain Throne soon arrived. So I disencumbered my onerously-overweight body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, sometimes working, horrendously tatty, beige-coloured, rickety recliner. The one that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later).

I got my balance and the four-pronged walking stick and carefully wobbled off to the wet room. The evacuation, as it has been doing for a few days now, started on its own accord, was substantial and insalubrious, grungy, and messy again! I had a good clean up of the room, utilities, and myself, then made for the kitchen.

1Mon02

WDPT03LWD 0.0.5 The moment I turned on the hot water tap, hot water flowed from the tap (faucet) over the block and into the sink. Oh, dear! I’ll have to beg Brigadefuhreress and pole-dancer, ILC Warden Deana later, if she can inform the Nottingham City Homes repairs for me. I’ve already got to ask her to call the NHS Medicine team about the appointment they made clashing at the same time as the Podiatrist’s Sherwood Health Centre trip on Thursday. And the Police Pegasus Record people for me. I’m not going to be a very popular tenant again, bothering them! Mind you. That is if the gal is in today? If not, and she’s on holiday or working at another complex somewhere as holiday cover… I’m well-up the creek without a paddle! Confusion and depression were on the way, the EQ told me.

1Mon05I moved the handwashing onto the airers. I kept jiggling them about to get it to dry better as the morning went on.

I then got on the computer and started to get the Sunday post updated. But it was a slow and frustrating job today. The myasthenia gravis finger-ends were alternating between total and partial none-response. So, much time was lost in finding errors and correcting them repeatedly. This got to me, a bit, and my spirits sank somewhat. Having to go bothering people for help with the phones didn’t help much either. I always feel a hindrance to them. They seem so busy all the time. Which they are, of course.

1Mon 01WD 0.0.5 I’d nearly got the updating done when I realised that I had taken the morning medications yet! Tsk! So I made another brew and did so.

Back to blogging. Another hour or so, and I’d posted it off. Then put some pictures on to Pinterest.

Then I made a start on today’s post.

1Mon07The right arm, where I’d burnt it on the oven racks taking out Josie’s smoked haddock last night, began to itch, and I found it difficult not to keep scratching it. So I rubbed some Savlon cream on the little scars, this should ease off the itchiness! And it did, too! Any more medical help or advice you need, just call me! Hahaha!

I went on the WordPress Reader next. Then onto TFZer Facebooking.

WDP 11eLOff to the wet room for a wee-wee. And what a wee-wee it was! Of the MES (Marathon-Endless-Sprinkling) variety. I thought it must be time for dinner when it finally ended! It must have taken several minutes to trickle its way to a final conclusion. I think that maybe, had I used a receptacle to relieve things in, a teacup might have been too big! The pain, as well. Blimey!

I got the ablutions done, so I would have time to try and get down to the Oberuppehfureress’s Holding and Interrogation Cell office, and not be late in getting back for the Angel of Mercy Phlebotomy Nurse’s arrival. Which I didn’t want to be late or miss the beauty of!

1Mon06I got in and stripped off for the cleaning session, and boy oh boy, were the plates (feet) colourless! They were whiter and paler than I have ever seen them before! I could be dead here, and no one has bothered to tell me about it, you know. Hahaha!

WDP 02lb

WD 0.0.5 The day’s ablutions Whoopsiedangleplops are worth recording. Just for the sheer number of them! During my time in the wet room doing my ablutions, I considered giving up, moving to the Guinness home on Colville Court, Nottingham NG1 4HG. Where assistance is available 24/7, for just a few pounds more a week in rent… but realised there would be no point in moving again, I’d only take my bad luck with me. Suicide was not on the agenda. Just a pissed-offedness of 1Mon08mega-proportions. Anyway, how could one leave Jenny, Cindy, Penny, Mary, Gaynor, Margaret, Christine, Angela, Josie, Mo, Deana, Julie etc.. Not that I see them much, but when I do, it never fails to cheer me up. Back to the farcical wet-room session: Oh, the legs looked a little better today.

Ablutionalistic Whoopsies:

  • Dropped the toothpaste tube.
  • Clouted shoulder when bending down to pick it up.
  • Hit the other shoulder on the sink, getting back up.
  • Cut the inside of my mouth, when the autonomic nerves started the right hand shaking as I cleaned the teggies.
  • Dropped the toothbrush.
  • Dropped the razor, three times!
  • It broke on the third occasion, replaced it with the spare one.
  • Cuts on cheek, neck and the ear-hole acquired.
  • Dropped the carbolic soap twice in the shower.
  • Dropped the shower-head, it hit the knee on the way down.
  • Grabbed the towel from the hallway airer, and knocked over the machine.
  • The warmer gave out a little dull-sounding ‘Plump’ as it stopped working!
  • I hit my knee on the shower stool, fetching it back in.
  • Finally (I hoped at least!), I knocked the Sock Glide off of the chair as I lost the old balance a bit.

One of my more interesting, shall we say, shave & shower sessions that one was. (And saying that isn’t easy, Hehe!) Having got the spit and polishing up done, I hastened to get ready for the trip down in seeking assistance.

1Mon09 In the lift lobby, it looked as if the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, had been busy again? Haha!

I poddled along, the three-wheeler in front of me, and my mind all over the place. I arrived at the ILC’s Kamp Kommander’s Interviewing and Correctionalisationing Office. The three sweethearts were all in the room, busy catching up with their Tenants Monday morning problems moans and gripes, I should think. 

  1. WDP 02aLI explained my problems, starting with the Pegasus form to be filled in, and the silly bit of paper with the return address on, in need of guidance on how it supposedly works. Oberstúrmbannfhreress Warden Deana (Just a cognomen), knuckled down and helped out straight away. She filled in the form from details held on the Nottingham City Homes computer record for me. Then supplied a safer envelope for me to use for posting back to the Nottingham Police Headquarters. Thanks, Deana!
  2. Then, she tackled the problem of the two appointments this Thursday at the same time. The lady who will be calling from the Medicines Team, Leoni will call back to me later when she returns to the office. Thanks, Deana!

I passed the nibbles around, and Deana gave me the envelope to post. Thanked her and walked out to near the bus stop, and posted the form. I went over to the bus stop, and a lady who thought I was going for the bus, stood up let me have her seat, bless her! I explained that I had just come over to offer a ‘Good Morning’ to everyone. No one answered! Haha!

1Mon09aWD 0.0.5 WDP 02LcRI made my way back to the flat, taking a snap of the windblown al-fresco seating area in the drizzle. I noticed that the door was ajar. I pressed the green open button, and a chap came along to tell that I must not push or force the door! I explained to him that I did have to if I wanted to get outside! He repeated that it was a fire door – I pointed out that it is not like the doors in the new Winwood Court, that is how come there, is a green button to press, it does not open automatically, you have to push the door! That is what I have been told. He was not impressed; he just repeated that I must not force the door, tutted and went off in a huff! Humph! I don’t know who he was.

1Mon09bWDP 02lbWD 0.0.5 I got inside the flat, (09:40hrs) and found a note from the Phlebotomy nurse, who wrote she could not get me to answer the door at 0930hrs. Talk about bad luck in the timing. If it hadn’t been for the know-all bloke, who was wrong in what he said anyway, I wouldn’t have missed the nurse! Globdollocks and Rumbustiousness! 

WDP 14LWD 0.0.5 Now I have to ring the Sherringham Medical Practise Surgery. It ended up that I have to go to the surgery for my Warfarin blood test. The only slot they have left is for Wednesday at 11:45hrs. Just can’t be helped, though. Not with my rotten, horrendous, continuos, lousy, soul-destroying, heart-attack-prompting, pathetic, suicidal-tempting, crap, horrible luck! But, it doesn’t bother me, mind. Lie01a!

The doorbells chimed-out, and it was Josie, returning the things from her Sunday nosh. Happily, she said she loved it! Which, despite the Whoopsies, cheered me up a tad!

WD 0.0.5 Then Leoni, from the Medicines Management Team rang. To change the Thursdays double-booking with the Podiatrist, at Sherwood Health Centre. Cancelled Thursdays, and made one for Wednesday 4th December for 09:30hrs. Bless her, she made it nice and early for me! ♥

WD 0.0.5 Then the phlebotomy nurse rang me, making an appointment with me, also for Wednesday 27th November, but did not know what time it would be for yet!

WDP 4RI was now in a state of utter confusionableitis!

WD 0.0.5 My head was spinning – My concentration shattered – My will-power was virtually none-existant! – It was gone passed my head-down time! It had gone dark and dank, and the rain is falling slowly again!

And the thought of going to the miserable, pettiness and sarcasm-ridden After-Stroke Physio session in the morning is already lingering ready to grow and develop into a new depression…

WDP 03RWD 0.0.5ARGH! I’ve just realised, with having to stay in all day. I’ve not got the money for the bus fare in change for the rotten, unwanted morning! I’ll have to walk to the bloody-physio work-out now!!! That means two and a bit hours, so I’ll have to leave by 06:00hrs at the latest, and knowing my sodding luck, and the British weather, it’ll probably be raining!

1Mon14WD 0.0.5 Oh, so fed-up! I went to make a brew and think about something to eat. And the door chimes rang out again! It was an Amazon delivery! The mood changed slightly, still not happy, and even depressed, but a twinkling of hope came into my mind – “Aha, is this the Rice-cooker replacement lead! Hahaha!

1Mon13WD 0.0.5 No such luck! It was the monthly Mannen Lemon cream wafers that were being delivered! Ah, well, I should expect something to go right? An absolute, Shlimazel like me? Don’t make me larf!

So, I’ll have some of the quick rice later. Not all that later, I hope. Cause I’m worn-out and mentally drained now.

WD 0.0.5 1Mon11Hello, a noise from the door again, I’ll investigate. Fancy that, a load of junk mail had been delivered for me to enjoy! Well, that cheered me up no-end that did! A good job I live on my own, for the mutterings coming from under my breath, that was not to be repeated in any civilised company! The Houses of Commons, perhaps?

I had another look at the Google Calendar. Now, what needs doing? Ah, the surgery must be contacted, about the phlebotomy, or have they already been in touch with the nurses?

1Mon12

I feel deficient now. I imagine that the electric lead will be delivered tomorrow while I’m out unhappily being glared at and spoken of behind my back, be read to from a book. Listen to crap “You are walking along the beach, the sun is warm, and to paddle along the water’s edge…” or some such so-called relaxing taped talking, and hearing of other’s holidays to Asia, America, Australia. Their latest new car. Their families Christmas arrangements. Going through agony with the exercises from Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Maria Myasthenia Gravis and so on, leaving the… oh, I got carried a bit there. Sorry. 

I had to close down the computer, through over-fatigue (Mental I think).

1Mon22I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung. Got into the night-attire, and once the meal cooked and served up, tucked into it!

Cooked Turkey, RRQ flavoured rice, with chopped tomatoes and onions added. Some wholemeal sliced cobs, but I only ate two of them. Flavour-Rating: 7.5/10.

I got the pots washed, and settled in the second-hand, c1968, recliner.

I lay for a while, pondering on the things, well, the cock-ups that had come my way today. But did not get around to actually thinking-out any solutions or damage limitation. For once sleep came quickly, defying the mind-blast in my head!

I’m not sure how I got through today’s mighty, mayhem of macabre, morose, mentally-testing mishaps.