Inchcock Today – Wednesday 29th May 2019: Busy day, yet little done!

May 29

2019 May 26

Wednesday 29th May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 29 Mai 2019

03:45hrs: I woke with some kind of galvanisation of the mind! Suddenly I was in the mood to excogitate things and events around me. The brain and body seemed more alive today!

I soon realised that I had had a fantastic sleep. Last night I drifted off to sleep almost straight away. I woke up three hours later for a wee-wee, and got back down again, and blessedly slept for another six hours! Around 540 minutes! Sounds a lot more this way, Hehe!

When I woke again, in need of another wee-wee, I felt like this, as if I’d taken a drug or something, and felt as if I could face anything today! Perspicaciousness was visiting me it seemed, anyway. Why and how remains an abditive.

I began to think through the needs of the day, using logic, oh, yes! But was interrupted by the need for another wee-wee. The EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) was utilised. Again of the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) variety. During which, a summoning from the innards, for a Porcelain Throne visit arrived. So, off I limped to the wet room. I realised that I had stupidly not taken the Ankle-Support-Strapping off last night. But then again, I did nod-off and get some delightsome sleep in, so on balance, I got a better bargain for once.

Then things all changed. My outlook, hopes, and confidence all took an instant beating, and the earlier optimism faded away into the ether.

WD 0.31.0 GC blue f03The evacuation was no more bothersome than the last, perhaps a little easier indeed. But, as I standing-up, the right leg went into one of its Hokey-Cokey jumping sessions. While this caused no physical injuries whatsoever; I did manage to knock just about everything off of one of the floor cabinet. Toilet rolls (One of which plopped straight into the WC!), a jar of Cetraben, a tube of Savlon cream, a fresh air spray, a kitchen towel and a pack off PP’s. There was probably more stuff. Picking it up, I got myself more and more wound up! Gruffunbotherations!

3Wed001WD 0.31.0 There would be no showering today. With my leaving on the Ankle-Supports, I just left them on, socks as well. But I’ll have to get a shower this afternoon, somehow. A quick shot of the legs revealed their usual pale whiteness and anaemic appearance. Also, some more fluid retention. I dare not take any Furesomides without the Doctors say so, though.

I was calming down a bit now, I’d let the 3Wed01Accifauxpa with the dancing leg get to me.

I eventually got around to doing the health checks and sorting the medications out. The readings all seemed fair enough to me.

Took the medicines with some spring water, then I made another mug of tea, the 99 Co-op one this time.

3Wed06Got the computer going, and checked that I had put the dentist appointment on the calendar.

WD 0.31.0 However, I had put it on (Although I was not sure and did have the foggiest of how I did it), and could not get the original default view back to the weekly view afterwards for love nor money. I still don’t know how I did it, but it went back anyway. Phwert, what a schlemiel!

WD 0.31.0 As I went on the WordPress Reader, the fingers became electrified again, and started to shake, every time the ends touched anything, and lost feeling at the same time. So, typing and CorelDrawing was damned hard work. More time was spent correcting mistakes than the actual typing. Grumph!

What had started as a surprisingly hopeful day, was turning into a frustrating day.

I made a stumbling, annoyingly messy start to the Tuesday blog updating. Persistence paid off, and I got it finished, with naively hoping there were not too many errors in it and sent off to WordPress.

3Wed05a1WD 0.31.0 I went to have a stand-up wash before the Morrison delivery arrived. I had a toe-stubbing again against the leg of the toilet-riser. It’s incredible how painful this was! Of course, the untreated corns and callous suffered as well!

The Morrison man came and, I let him in. A biggish order this week.

3Wed05a1aI thanked him and soon had the fridge and freezer fully restocked with various delights to meet my coenaculous nature and phagomania. I even bought a sweet & sour ready-made meal amongst the picking, and the treat of the month, or longer, some Boczek cooked bacon!

The following happening, I felt like could have been a scene from Red Dwarf, Only Fools & Horses, or a Faulty Towers comedy!

WD 0.31.0 3Wed08I was going to get the chestnut mushrooms in the crock-pot.

As I lifted the pot out of the cooker, a flash emitted! And it was not connected, well, the power was turned off!

I picked up the whole contraption, and two of the three legs came out and shattered on the floor! I decided it had to go! And threw it in the bin. Luckily, I had another one in the spare room, that I abandoned a couple of years ago, but cannot remember why I did so?

3Wed10The thing slipped from my limited grasp as I took it to the black bag bin. I gladly photographed it, picked it up, and got it in the bag. I went and got the other one, washed it, and set it up. Sliced the somewhat jaded looking mushrooms that Morrison had just delivered, and got them in the new cooker. With distilled vinegar and basil, on a low setting.

The mystery of the slow-cooker flashing and dying will remain with me a while yet. Frit me that did! Hehe!

A fair bit of banging and drilling going on somewhere today. The fire sprinkler installation, I assume.

3Wed04Sister Jane rang about the Evening Post printing about Winwood Heights. I see they choose not to show it in its usual disorganised, no available footpath mode. Winwood Heights Article link.

The view outside was worthy of a photographicalisation before we lose the shadows.

Virgin Internet went down Again! I can’t save anything. Publish owt… Oh, it’s so frustrating! As if it wasn’t bad enough with the shaking fingers. I may have to consider packing in the blog. The last thing I want to do, though, but it is getting such hard work. No, I can’t see myself doing that yet. As the leg and shaking get worse, I’ll have to review the situation, I suppose. (Depressed At The Very Thought Mode Adopted()

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Ah, the internet is back on, damned slow, but it’s going.

Then after I’d posted the diary off, for some reason when I got up today’s post, the formatting had gone all to pot. WordPress’s turn to piss me off! No space between paragraphs and a different font altogether? I turned off and back on again, and it was the same. The other blog template was okay? I had to bin it and start again, then everything seemed alright with the new one?

Why is it that this Wednesday is so hostile to me? Antagonistic, unkind, inhospitable, inimical, and adversarial toward me? What have I done to deserve such an oppugnant day? Will things improve, will the shaking stop? Silly questions, the answer is in the hands of anyone but me! Feeling sorry-for-myself-mode engaged!

I got on with this blog at last. The day is flying and not a lot achieved.

Waleska, the INR Nurse, arrived,  to take the blood. She was on a tight schedule but managed to have a few words not connected with medial matters. Which was nice. She couldn’t stay long and had to move on shortly, bless her ♥.

The afternoon already, and tiredness was taking its toll on me. No blue egg tried either. Hehe!

3Wed12aaI took some bags down to the mobile phonist’s… I mean, caretaker’s door. Got the oven on for some sausages, and plan to have them with a blue egg and baked beans? In the end, I had a tin of vegetable sausages and beans with the mushrooms and a blue egg. Overall, a taste rating of 7.5/10. The blue eggs were a little bland tasting,

I shan’t buy them again.

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Not for long this time, but annoying. Thank’s Mr Fries!

I gave up on it and got my head down. But it was a pointless effort, the brain filled with worries, fears, and failures from the past again.

So, I took off the Ankle-Support and washed it, along with a jumper and pair of bamboo socks.

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I tried again to get some sleep but lie there with the brain reactivated in self-destruct mode.

3Wed12bGot up for one of the SSWWs. The bucket was now again, half-full already!

I got down again, gone midnight already, Tsk!

The legs seemed to have gone down a bit, fluid retention-wise. But they remain deathly pale.

I unexpectedly drifted off, and I woke at 03:40hrs after three and a bit hours. In desperate need of a wee-wee. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 22nd May 2019: Another busy day. Four nurses and Caroline called to help me. Nice! ♥

May 20

3Wed03

Wednesday 22nd May 2019

Scots Gaelic: Diciadain 22 Cèitean 2019

WD68-54-45 Sleep? Morpheus? Rest? What’s that then? Grumblemoanweedoffandtired!

03:00hrs: I decided to stir my humongous torso from the warm-clutches of the £300, second-hand, c1968, dowdy-beige, rattling recliner. Other than the right leg and arm shaking a touch, and the feet, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both in a good mood with me. I rose and was getting my balance when an urgent wee-wee was required. A few paces to the part-filled overnight EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) and topped it up a little. Haha! Only the littlest bit, for it, was another of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) category. Still no signs of any activity in the Porcelain Throne department, although, there were a few involuntary silent, nefastous, pongy minuscule escapages of wind coming from the rear-end occasionally this morning. Could today be the day of a movement? Or, not.

I went to get the morning health checks, and medications tended to, moving the remote control onto the Ottoman – but dropped it on the floor. A mug of cold tea slipped through my fingers, splashed the glasses (spectacles),  and dropped them while cleaning them. Made a mug of tea, and the milk bottle cap shot out the shaking-electrified right hand – I still haven’t found it yet! Then, to top off the pathetic performance, I lost a few tablets taking them out of the blister packs.

3Wed01aI took a picture through the unwanted, thick-framed, multi-glass needing to be cleaned; and I cannot even reach some of them. Light and View-blocking kitchen window.

Then straight on with updating yesterday’s Inchcock. I don’t think I was making as many mistakes on the keyboard today, despite the shaking hand and electrified fingers. I finally got the blog finished and posted off.

WD68-54-45 During the updating of the Inchcock Today, I had five SSPWWs, and each time the colour was slightly different. Eventually turning from deep yellow; to a sort of pale brown, now. Well, it helps keep you from being bored. Hehe!

WD68-54-45 The ablutions were sorted out. Teggies, shave… all done, and then the Porcelain Throne was used!

I shan’t go into too much detail, but it was hard-work and somewhat uncomfortable. The evacuated product was almost black, lots of solid pieces. The blood flowed, I think from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, so some cream was applied after a sanitisationing session. Hehe! 

3Wed001The legs were looking a little worn and white, almost anaemic! Warped and pasty! Right Ankle without the strap on, all twisted outwards. Hehe!

Misshaped, knotty, one fat one thin. The knees may have looked a little less scary.

Not very healthy at all.

No wonder I’m not feeling very well this morning.

3Wed04I did some hand washing, socks and a couple of long sleeve tops. Hung the tops up on the shower rail in the wet room to dry. Socks on the warm airer.

I think that the strategy was not a good one, the shirt-tops do not seem to be drying at all. A change of ploy might be needed later on in the day if things? 

Made a start on Today’s Inchcock. But didn’t get far before the Morrison delivery arrived, around 07:20hours or so. Included amongst the purchases were some black bean & 3Wed05a1achicken meals with egg rice. They were on offer at 3 for £6.

I’d got a lot of stuff at this time. But I think I needed everything I bought.

The carer Jay arrived. He soon had the Ankle-Support fitted and told me that the carer service will shortly be costing me. I asked him how much, he said he’d try to find out for his next visit and would have a word with his boss to see if a cheaper (yet he didn’t know how much it would be earlier?) or a free service might just be available from volunteers. I thanked him, and he was off.

3Wed05a1The sun came out momentarily, and I grabbed the camera, but it had gone in by the time I took this picture. 

Caroline from the Stroke Support arrived and got to work helping with advice on getting to sleep. The phlebotomy nurse came to take the blood for the Warfarin INR test. Which she soon did, and departed in some haste. I thanked her.

Caroline carried out a sleeping questionnaire with me. Then she did another Q&A form.

She recognised that I was tired and not in my best form. The bus trip with the trolley was cancelled, and we had a little walk outside by the tree copse with the four-wheeled-trolley. I took some recycle-bottles and jars out with us and dropped them in the appropriate bin.

I enjoyed the hobble so much. Caroline even told me the names of some flowers. SHe kindly picked some and put them in my coat front pocket. The weather was warm and hardly any wind, and as I said, the walk was appreciated from Caroline, bless her. ♥

3Wed06Hobbled back with the new four-wheeled stroller to the apartment, and Caroline took a photograph of me with the flowers she had plucked for me, in my pocket. That was so nice! ♥

Don’t I look, anaemic, etiolated, anaemic, grey, pasty-faced, waxen, weak, drained, ghostly, infirm, sallow, deathly and enervated? You don’t have to agree. Hahaha!

She then called the St Anns Valley Medical Centre and discovered that they have a Nail Cutting Service available, starting on Mondays at 10:00hrs. 

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I’m not sure if they will be open on Monday next, cause it is a Bank Holiday… again!

The intercom rang again after Caroline had left. It was the Stroke Teams Physiotherapist, Charlene. This is the first time she had visited. By gum, she put me through some tough exercises. Haha! We managed a chinwag in between the agonising exercises. Hehe! She said she would ring me with the next appointment, thanked her and off she trotted.

Back to the computer, and the intercom rang again. When they arrived at the door, it was two heart nurses. They were after Audrie, it turned out she is at Winchester, not Woodthorpe Court.

3Wed07Got the meal cooking, hope it comes out alright. 

Took a snap of the wildflowers, and put them in a tub of water. Bootiful!

Got the nosh sorted out. A ready meal. Chicken in black bean sauce with Special egg fried rice. I’ve got two more (Three for £6 Special offer), to 3Wed28use on Saturday, if Josie likes black bean sauce and chicken, of course. I must ask her tomorrow. I added some extra bean sauce and some tomatoes. I ate most of it, and all of the tasty baguette!

Blooming busy day today!

Found a letter delivered. From the Division of Clinical Neuroscience! Confirming the appointment for Friday 24th at 10:00hrs. For cognitive tests, a questionnaire and a blood test. Another busy day is coming up! Is there no rest to be had? Life in my later years seems filled with habeas corpora, hassle and medicationalistical mayhem! Not to mention my losing it mentally, Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Tues 21 May 2019: A messy day – legs going all warped, dropping things, feeling… Well, never mind. TTFN

May 22

2019 Stroke 3

Tuesday 21st May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 21 Mai 2019

03:15hrs: When I woke this morning, things felt comfortabler, and life appeared and felt a little rosier. And, I could still taste last night’s Cheesy Potato on my palette. Hehe! 

WD 255.0.0 But my earlier bright outlook was dampened as soon as I moved my limbs. The fingers ends were shaking when coming into contact with anything, (this did not happen at all yesterday) had returned. Moving the remote control, pen and putting the torch on the Ottoman, resulted in my dropping each one!

I got out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, uneasy on the eye grotty-beige, rickety recliner with relative ease. But bending down to retrieve the dropped items was not easy. Humph!  This caused my temperament to be obrumpent with frustration, after seconds earlier, feeling so… what are the words? ‘Optimistic, that things were improving.’ Ah, well!

WD 255.0.0 I needed to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and what a wee-wee came forth, of the LBHPWW (Long-Blasting-Hosepipelike-Wee-wee) variety of old! All over in a few seconds, but by gum there was a lot released in a hurry. Hehe! Changed colour too, a deepish orange today. (Well, it creates a bit of interest!) I cleaned the EGPWWB, rinsed, and made a brew of tea.

As I got the computer on, another wee-wee demand arrived, and off to the wet room for this one. Well, well, back to the SWWW (Short-Weak-Wee-wee) mode. But the colour remained orangeish. Washed and back to the computer.

I checked the Google calendar. Had to update the Carer calling times from 07:00>08:00hrs to 07:00> 09:00hrs. Add the Morrison Delivery and the next Stroke Team call. Then added the Audi clinic appointment for June!

Typing is more than a drudge and somewhat frustrating. The jumping fingers are making more and more corrections necessary. Causing adscititious hassle. Kine-Ahora!

2Tue01I went to make another brew of tea to replace the one that went cold. As I was about to take a photo of the view through the unwanted, extra glass to be cleaned and I can’t reach to do so, thick-framed, light & view-blocking new kitchen window, that needs the use of the step ladders to see anything below to photograph; and a crow flew into view. I got back on the computer and emailed the picture to the TFZ’s Lona. It’s not very big in the piccy, but she does love them, crows. An English bird for her. X

Knocking noises aplenty from up above.

08:00hrs: Carer Jay arrived. He soon had the Ankle-Support strapping on for me and was shortly off on his way.

WD 255.0.0 I started to finalise the Monday diary. A real hassle with the right-hand fingers being so jerky. Almost looked like I was having an electric shock. The right leg is sometimes almost stamping the foot on it own accord at times? After a week or two, (Joking!) I got it finished and posted. Hahaha! Only three wee-wees during the hours of my doing the diary, all of the SWWW variety.

2Tue07No signs of any interest from innards to use the Porcelain  Throne. Odd, this is!

I got some bobble caps and bamboo socks washed in the liquid soap powder.

WD 255.0.0 Quick change of subject here – I found the missing not working new hearing aids! They were in the white porcelain crock-pot in the picture at the back.

A 2Tue06natural place to look for them, but I didn’t on the earlier searches. Hehe!

Getting them dry is going to be a problem. I went down to the laundry room, but both dryers were in use.

So back up, and got them on the slow-airer-dryer thingy. I need to keep going and moving the clothes around to share what heat there was available. Tsk!

Knocking noises aplenty from up above.

Next, I got a good scrub up, shave, shower, etc. After the shave and teggies, I realised how bad the floor was in the wet room. So I got the mop out and gave it as good clean as I could. No Whoopsiedangleplops! Then got the shower.

The legs were not a pretty sight. Haha! Deep Vein Thrombosis, the cause?

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2Tue05The knocking noises keep sounding on and off as I moved the clothes around and made a brew. It might be some noisy repair work going on.

I took a snap of the view from the unwanted, unliked, trouble bringing dangerous new kitchen windows.

Sister Jane rang, and I thought someone was knocking at the door and rang off. But it from up above again. Hehe! I rang her back to finish the chinwag so she could tell me of the stuff the Doctor had given for her eyes. The problem is called Blepharitis, I looked it up on Google and emailed the results to her. Hope it works out alright for her.

2Tue09WD 255.0.0 Moved the togs around the airer again. With the shaking hands, the things kept getting shaken and knocked off, and I ended up using some naughty language as I annoyed myself. Humph!

WD 255.0.0 Still there were no signs of any Porcelain Throne needs. But, the innards are beginning to feel somewhat bloated. Oh, dearie me!

Knocking noises aplenty from up above.

Caroline and Sonia from the Stroke rehabilitation arrived. A how-to-get-up-after-a-fall lesson was given. The leg was still shaking occasionally, but no problem. Caroline tried to call the foot lady for me. No connection? She will try again later, and let me know what’s what on Wednesday, bless her cotton socks.

Sonia off for two weeks for the kids holiday. Caroline is calling in the morning. The sweet INR blobotaminist, phlebotomist blood nurse, is calling tomorrow as well. She rang after the girls had gone, to confirm her appointment with me.

2Tue10aI got the nosh started.

Black beans with peppers and beef in the saucepan, balsamic vinegar, extra gravy, tomatoes and some chips on the oven. And some Polish sourdough bread thawed out from the freezer.

WD 255.0.0 I didn’t eat it all, the ever-changing appetite had gone back to the less-hungry mode. Although I started off, feeling peckish, this deteriorated to a ‘Not-Really-Bothered’ style. Huh! However, it was not the best tasting of noshes I’ve made, so it’s understandable.

2Tue10The washing up afterwards was a long session.

WD 255.0.0 No cuts, but I managed to drop the saucepan, big spoon and dining spoon while doing the pots. Got down to clean the floor afterwards, and amazingly I got up almost without any bother, although it took me a long time to do so. Hehehe!

I had to stay awake for when the Chemist brought the prescriptions for the Atorvastatin and the proton pump inhibitor, Lansoprazole. (Yes, I looked it up, Haha!)

WD 255.0.0 I failed to remain conscious and fell asleep. Luckily the headphones were not worn, and I heard, even without the knackered hearing aid in, the intercom ringing when he arrived. Javid did not look very happy, so I tried to cheer him up with a few quick quips, and a dimple-smile – which failed. Humph! Thanked him and added the medications to the evening dose pot, and imbibed them all.

WD 255.0.0 I got back down in the shaky, beyond its best, £300 second-hand, rickety, c1968, gungy-beige recliner. But sleep would not come. I suppose, with the lack of being able to get out and about having lasted for so long, I should not be surprised really. I hope to get out with the four-wheeled-trolley tomorrow with Caroline. I’ll ask her if it is possible for me to keep both aids, the three and the four-wheeled, so I can use the three-wheeler for going on the bus, and the four-wheeler for walking? I’ll see if I can muster up the cheek to ask Caroline.

It was ages before I nodded-off, which unfortunately gave the mind time to fret over anything and everything. Glumph!

TTFN each, have a great day folks!

Inchcock Today – Monday 20th May 2019: Oddlimost day – Good and bad… life innit?

May 23

2019 May 19

Monday 20th May 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 20. Svibnja 2019

1Mon02WD128.0.0 03:25hrs: Morpheous, Morpheous, sweet Morpheous, where for art thou? Well, certainly not in the £300 second-hand, c1968, tatty-beige, rickety recliner in Woodthorpe Court! That’s for certain. Humph!

Any hopes of getting some sleep were abandoned, and I removed my oleogustus body out of the rusty but trusty, recliner. And, after a few seconds looking around, I remembered I had misplaced the stick. As I got in the hallway, there on the first clothes-hook, hung the naughty walking stick! In plain view! What a schmuck! How I missed it on my searching, I don’t know, but I was glad I found it. I utilised it and got in and on the Porcelain Throne.

1Mon06WD128.0.0 Oh, heck! What a painful, slow, drawn-out action. Still, at least things are starting to move now, slowly. The following wee-wee was of the rare SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like-Wee-wee) variety, for a change.

I took a snap of the amazing view outside. The sun and the shadows.

I got the computer on, and finished off the Sunday blog, and posted it off.

The following wee-wees were all of the SPWWW (Short-Painful-Weak-Wee-wee) mode. But not so frequent.

7Sun26I carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.

Back to the wet room, for an uncharacteristic Porcelain Throne session. An entirely different one compared to the first one earlier. Absolutely no movement at all, just wind. Despite all my excruciating, unpleasant, best trying-to-force things efforts. Not even any wind. Hehe!

I did the ablutions while in the wet room. Teggies, shaved, washed, dried, and made myself smell nice. The right leg began to shake just as I was getting the Sock-Glide ready. I decided after yesterdays Whoopsiedangleplop/Accifauxpa, to leave the socks on from Sunday. Too risky. The carer might help me later. (He didn’t)

WD128.0.0 I was still feeling a little rough around the edges. Of course, the shaking stopped when I got back on the computer! Oy vay, and Flumbleflak! With the new pains, well, aches in the feet, extra shaking and generally my feeling worse, I checked out the side effects of the Antibiotic tablets.

WD128.0.0 1Mon01aThe more common side effects of nitrofurantoin can include: Agranulocytosis; alopecia; anaemia; angioedema; aplastic anaemia; appetite decreased; arthralgia; asthenia; chest pain; chills; circulatory collapse; confusion; cough; cyanosis; depression; diarrhorea; dizziness; drowsiness; dyspnoea; eosinophilia; euphoric mood; fever; granulocytopenia; haemolytic anaemia; headache; hepatic disorders; idiopathic intracranial hypertension (Thanks to the Stroke); increased risk of infection; leucopenia; lupus-like syndrome; nausea; nystagmus; pancreatitis; psychotic disorder; pulmonary hypersensitivity; pulmonary reaction (possible association with lupus erythematosus-like syndrome); respiratory disorders; skin reactions; Stevens-Johnson syndrome; thrombocytopenia; urine discolouration; vertigo; vomiting; nausea; loss of appetite; stomach pain; numbness in your hands and feet; pain in your hands and feet; weakness; dizziness; drowsiness; red blood cell damage; liver problems; nerve disorders; nerve damage.

Most unfathomable, I seem to have had a lot of these side-effects before taking the medication? I imagine the lack of sleep can be put down to the Nitrofurantoin, as maybe the nerve damage making the right leg and arm jerk about and shake more now, the Axonotmesis and or Peripheral Neuropathy, as well? The Mary Potter nurses told there is no chance of redivivus for the nerve ends. By golly, I sound almost intelligent here. Hahaha!

WD128.0.0 I’m not a franion, but things will be, and nothing can be done, accepting things that cannot be changed, I find comfortable enough. Yet I worry and fret over anything to do with authority, banks, shops etc. I don’t know why I said that?

07:29hrs, the Carer, Jay arrived. In and out within a few minutes, Ankle-Support-Strapping all done.

I then felt a little down because there are not any more callers coming today. Well, the Medical Compliance Service is to call me to arrange a visit. I wondered what this title meant, so I had a look on Google. It’s a well-paid job, at least! Egad!

Still none the wiser 1Mon07as to what they do, though. But I’ll find out if and when he/she comes.

Off for yet another rather unpleasant SPWWW, again.

Time for a Nitrofurantoin, I  took it with some spring water.

I’m still dropping things a lot today. Nerve ends, I suppose. But it is vexing, all the same.

I have to stay in, in case the MCS Medical Compliance Service ring me to make an appointment. I could do with somebody with me when they come, but no one is available. Then again, will they call at all?

Got a landline call from a Stroke Team lady, (missed her name). She will be calling around 13:00hrs today to see me.

I went on TFZer Facebooking to catch up with them, and add some photographs.

1Mon07aThen, I took the Nitrofurantoin and made another brew.

The right leg still shaking now and then.

I was thinking of taking a picture of the legs, and for some reason: 16th-century Galligaskin Breeches came to mind; as a perfect partner to go with the longer bamboo diabetic socks? Just a passing thought.

WD128.0.0 I went on blogging, and everything froze on me in WordPress? A yellow bar came up, telling me that Grammarly was causing the machine to go slow. I could not type anything, so I closed the option to stop Grammarly. I looked in Chrome extensions, and it said that Grammarly was enabled. But when I opened it again, no Grammarly was available. After much-complicated efforts, I got a message to explain the problem to Grammarly. (This being half-an-hour later) Then it came back on again. Incapable and not intelligent-enough, springs to mind as a description for Inchcock! I am desperately short on Mazel Tov!

Leoni, from the Medical Compliance Service, arrived. She sorted the prescriptions out for me, then rang the Chemist to try and get a date for the blister-pack delivery of medications. The man who does the blister-packs is on holiday so he could not say? But the make-up of the new intermediate medicines for the shortfall should arrive in a couple of days. Very hit & miss, undivinable and iffy, that!

A confused Inchcock, again now! Nice lady, I thanked her, and off she shot.

I had an SPWWW, a wash, and the intercom rang. It was Kelly from the Stroke Unit Support. Then the door chimes burst forth with Dusty Springfields ♫I only want to be with you♫. She’d come to interview me about how things were, recovery-wise. We had a productive long chinwag, and she had ordered me a shower chair with a back on it, to be more comfortable. She then contacted the Audio Clinic and made an appointment for me. Bless her cotton socks.

I got the nosh cooking and called to see if Josie would like some cheesy-potatoes. She had a visitor and was going to go shopping. I said I’d wrap her potato in foil and she could collect it whenever she wanted.

Went on the WordPress Reader section.

Got the noshes sorted. Wrapped Josies in foil, and continued to demolish mine. A ate the lot. Which surprised me with my recent poor eating mixed with devouring all of the meal, almost alternately.

1Mon07c

Watched some TV, but didn’t want to fall asleep, with Josie calling and miss her. But I did nod-off. Woke up and worried that I may have missed the gal, I got her plate and visited her flat; all of the three paces from my apartment door. Handed her the prandicle, and she asked if she could do one for me, and what would I fancy. I said I’d have to give it some thought, she laughed, and I left her, wishing her well.

Back to the flat, and resumed my place in the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner.

1Mon07dGot up a while later to make a brew of tea, and noticed I had been nocturnal (for me) nibbling, and an empty bag of Marmite Crisps on the Ottoman! Guilty Mode Assumed!

Took a shot of the amazing looking sky from the unwanted, light & view blocking, impossible to get to for cleaning, thick edged kitchen window.

Sleep did not want to come anymore, but I did get-off later.

And as far as I could tell, no wee-wees of any classification were needed? The Nitrofurantoin seems to be helping, or not, I’m not sure. Sad innit?

Inchcock Today: Thur 9th May 2019: Good heavens, some things went right today, amidst the usual Whoopsiedangleplops!

May 09

2019 May 11

Thursday 9th May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Iau 9 Mai 2019

03:30hrs. Up out of the £300 second-hand c 1968 rusty recliner and of to the WC. Along with a cracking headache from yesterdays cut and tumble.

Water heater light still on, but no hot water?

wd 255.102.0 Not feeling too good at all, down and many various new pains. Tsk!

Back to the WC, another RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee).

Updated the Wednesday post and sent some stuff to Pinterest.

Back to the WC, another RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee).

wd 255.102.0 Made a brew and took the morning medications. The headache throbbing away, differently, this time on the left side, but the cut and bruise are on the right side?

Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) again!

Tried to gather the thoughts and tasks for the day.

  1. Carer at around 07:00hrs to fit ankle-support.
  2. Amazon will be delivering some diabetic socks sometime today.
  3. I have to get to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, to try and get some help with reporting the hot water not working.
  4. Drop some nibbles off for the Social Hour gathering, which yet again I will have to miss!
  5. Get in touch with the Haematology Anti-thrombosis Therapy team, to get the new Warfarin doses.
  6. Do the full Occupational Therapy exercises.
  7. Calm down and not feel so depressed. (It is terrible at the moment).
  8. Must stay in all day, for delivery, hopefully, a plumber to get the hot water going, visit or call from Mental Health nurse, etc. 
  9. Take extra pain-killers. (Head and returning leg stiffness and soreness)
  10. Stay close to the WC. Tsk!
  11. Remember to take extra Senna to try and move the solids.
  12. Jump out if the balcony… Only joking, Hehe!

Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again!

Went on TFZer Facebooking.

Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again!

Got a wash and changed into the togs, got the sock-glide and Ankle-Support out ready for the carer to call.

wd 255.102.0 I got myself in a bit of a panic, searching for the wrist-alarm. Eventually finding it on my wrist! What an Eizel!

Doing things on auto-pilot now. I still keep thinking hot water is available from the tap. Saucepans of water on the stove on a low setting. Hope I don’t get the shakes again when using them, Phwert!

Made a brew and awaited the arrival of the carer.

Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Tsk!

Carer arrived, and I explained how and why I was feeling a tad depressed. He fitted the Ankle-Support for me, told me to have a good day, and off he poddled.

I went on Coreldraw for a while, to do a template. Before going to try and see Julie to ask her to call the maintenance people for me, about the hot water not being on.

wd 255.102.0 08:40hrs. I used the walker-trolly, having loaded it with raffle prizes and nibbles for the Social Hour that I will have to miss yet again! Walked nice and steadily to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents temporary hut. But it was still unopened. So I took a slow wander to the end of Chestnut Way and started back again.

Coming towards me I spotted Cyndy. She had a natter with John (That may be the wrong name, Tsk!) at the bus stop. Then I followed her, with her treats for the social hour crew. I explained about the hot water situation and that I had hoped to ask Julie if she could call for me. The hearing aids tubes being waxed up solid and stuck did not help. Bless her cotton socks, she whipped out her mobile and rang them for me straight away ♥. All sorted, it is on an emergency, and they will arrive sometime today, or night. I was thanking Cyndy for her help and noticed a white van going down the road through the window. The trailer wasn’t going through the window, I was looking through it… made a mess of that sentence, didn’t I? Tsk! I thought it might be the new diabetic socks being delivered.

wd 255.102.0 I chased after the van, which got delayed waiting for a works tractor, and caught up with the chap and asked him if the parcel was for number 72 – but it wasn’t, it was for number 62. Ah-well!

The rush with the trolley-walker about creased me – but I managed it. (Smug Mode Adopted!)

I met Doris as I was going into the flat. She couldn’t stop, cause she needed to see Robert the caretaker to get him to have another look at her gone haywire radiator settings.

Got in and to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Tsk!

Updating this diary, and a jolly decent electrician chap appeared to sort out the tripped water heater. We had a natter and laughed while he did it. He then showed me where a boost button was for the water heater. Pressing it, causes it to run for an hour. Brilliant, he gave it a press for me. It had tripped-out. About the fourth time, this has happened.

I then did some draughts on WordPress.

Sorted some bags of rubbish and took them to the chute.

Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Tsk!

wd 255.102.0 I decided to catch the bus to Sherwood. What made me think of doing this with all the things on today’s list I’ve no idea. I got as far as the lift and thought; What are you doing pillock? The socks are being delivered today, and the IRN nurse is due? A brain freeze maybe? Tsk! Ay-yay-yay! 

4Thu02Got the meal early today, I felt like I could eat some today. I got the balance right for once this time. Battered fish fingers, apple, and tomatoes, with some milk roll bread made into tomato sarnies, and a lemon mousse, but I didn’t eat the dessert and left some tomato slices and some apple, but not much. A filling nosh, all the same. Nice and tasty too.

Half-way through eating, Sister Jane rang. The line was terrible, but we had natter of sorts, bless her. Oh, I’m making my meals too big, and overeating bread, I think. Hahaha!

4Thu03aBack to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Double-Tsk!

15:40hrs, the doorbell rang out it’s Dusty Springfield “I only want to be with you” chime. It was the Diabetic socks, being delivered. Thanked the man and stored them away in the airing cupboard with the others.

Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Double-and-a-half Tsks!

I fell asleep, and the nurse let herself in and woke me gently so as not to make me jump. (This didn’t work, Haha!).

As I walked her to the door after giving my blood. Well, she took it, haha!, I found a letter near the door. It was dated 24th April? I have an appointment with a Dr S K Raghunathan at the C-SKR2C Stroke medicine, located near the outpatients, on the North Corridor. N5, City. For Tuesday 25th June 2019 at 10:30hrs. I have to take with me: This letter – A list of medications including how much you take, and how often (I have no idea really?) – Glasses and hearing aids that I use – And an up to date mobile phone number. I added this date to the Google calendar. And I thought retirement and old age would mean peace and rest. Schmuck!

Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Treble-Tsks!

4Thu05I opted to nip down to the foyer and see if a washing machine was free to use, taking the stick and laundry bag with me. One was not in use, but only the device I have never used before was available. I noticed that Gruppenführeress and Ballerina Warden Julie was doing the Fire Alarm Testing with another lady, and she threw the clobber in the machine in seconds and got it going for me.

wd 255.102.0 The timer showed 20 minutes. I liked this, cause the clothing I was washing was from the Oaks Home and had only been worn once, I liked the idea of not waiting for too long.

I nipped outside in the drizzle, and by gum, it was nippy! I took some photographs of the complex from Chestnut Way.

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4Thu08The new ceiling had had some new, I think, roof light openings.

I took it that they were not finished yet?

Another look at the machine, and it was 4 minutes left. So I hobbled in ready to move the togs to the dryer when the washer ended its cycle. I moved the stuff and got the dryer going, then out to the foyer and the crossword book.

4Thu08aI noticed Angela and Roy coming in from a taxi, and took this snap of them. A grand couple.

I asked if it was alright if I put their photograph on my blog and Angie agreed.

They both looked tired-out, bless them. I wished them well, as they went to get the lift up to their flat.

wd 255.102.0 Went to check on the dryness of the laundry in the dryer. It felt okay, so I started to take out the things to fold them, and found an odd sock! Humph! After a search, I found the missing sock still in the washing machine and rescued it!4Thu04

Packed the bag and off to the elevator. I couldn’t help but notice the mess that had been scratched on the reflective wall end. Huh!

I got in the flat, to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Flipping heck. Tsk!

I put the wet sock on the clothes airer and stored the rest away.

I took the evening medications and made up next weeks dosage pots. Then made a brew, it was late, but I decided to catch up on this blog to save time in the morning. During which I had four visits to the WC for an RWPSWW. Getting ridiculous this Wee-weeing!

I realised that I had forgot to take off and wash the Ankle-Support. But it was far too late to get it done and dried now. Schlemiel!

Inchcock Today – Sun 31 Mar 2019: Much computerisational graphicalisationing done. Too much, it drained me

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2019 Mar 31

Sunday 31st March 2019

Russian: Воскресенье 31 марта 2019

0100hrs: WD128.0.0 I stirred with my mind full of memories from the ridiculous dream I’d been having. As I reached for the pen and pad from the Ottoman to write down details before they shot off into the ether, the right foot slipped from the stool Ottoman, and I clouted the back of my right heel and hit my ankle on the corner, on the way down! This surprised me somewhat as I knew that I’d left the magnificently aged ci1968, second-hand, rickety recline in the up position wit7Sun03h the leg support raised outward, as I always do when settling down in search of some sleep. How it got lowered, I was not sure, but I do not recall lowering it.

The first thing I did was to take a look at the poor old foot. Well, it almost looked like the limb was trying to transmogrify into a copy of Sister Jane’s foot?

By then, of course, all recollections of the dream had been long gone and evanesced into the mesosphere of the space-time continuum, perhaps? They had undoubtedly departed from my eensy-weensy, nanoscopic-sized brain-box storage area! So annoying this was. Humph!

I vacated the recliner without too much hassle and lunged at the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) Yesterday’s day-long DTAADs (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) style wee-wees, were now UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle) Wee-wees.

The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived while I was still trying to encourage the unresponsive bladder to permit the UWTWW to start! Off to the wet room.

7Sun02WD128.0.0 The evacuation was a really messy one, requiring an exorbitantly long time in cleaning up afterwards. I checked the pins out – Blimey! The lower part of the legs which suffer the Axonotmesis problem, seemed to have erupted, well the skin had, with all sorts of mini-blotches, blood papsules, tiny new spots of varying colour, a new spider vein display, etc. With the shin bones seemingly warping and knobbly? I picked out a couple of runs of new blains or sores, almost in line on each leg. Yet the swelling in the feet seemed to have gone down a bit? Still, the changing daily state of the plates makes a bit of interest. I can’t imagine what it would be like to wake up with the body in the same condition as the day before. Haha!

WD128.0.0 7Sun01Washed up and off to the kitchen. The sphygmomanometer worked the first attempt. The results were another thing that caught me out this morning. Sys at 143 was a little low – Dia also low at 67, but the pulse was at 102! Maybe the clouting my legs and rushing about in response to the wee-wee and Throne needs had affected the level?

Ah-well, I must press on, lots to get done computerisationingly this morning.

Visited the WordPress Reader section. Had another (even shorter this time) UWTWW. I realised I had not put my clocks forward one hour. I only had four to do manually, the second-hand £2 wristwatch, the wall clock, and two battery-powered mini-clocks, one I keep near the computer to use as an extra alarm the other in the wet room. The wristwatch was done okay. Then the wall clock too. When it came to changing the mini-clock near the computer, the farce began:

WD128.0.0 Getting off the scabbard cover from the back, and trying not to use too much pressure and break it, it shot off and away when it did come free, hit my chin, bouncing off to his the oil-filled radiator and disappeared! When I got down on the floor to search underneath the second-hand bought 1966 E-plan cabinet, an Accifauxpa was suffered.

wda128.0.0 I pulled at the lower region, and instantly the warm wet sensation of Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding sent my spirits down a peg.

wda128.0.0 As I stretche7Sun07ad under with the torch for the plastic, I hit my head on the edge of the cabinet.

wda128.0.0 Located the bit of clock, and shoved my hand to the back to collects it. I really do not know what I caught it on, but it made me jump and had a couple of marks on the wrist then I pulled out the hand? Another Mystery of Woodthorpe Court! Aliens, Weevils, ghosts or what? Hehe!

I moved to Wee’d-Off-Defcon-Status-Three. Off to try my bestest to stop the lesion bleeding. It took a long time and used up the last of the Hydrocortisone cream.

Tap, tap and knocking noises from above.

Make a brew and took the medications. Had some cornflakes for a late brekkers, and watched some YouTube clips, before making a start on the job of making up some blog templates for future use.

Five hours later, 14:50hrs, I’d got them made up and saved to file, then began to create the blogs.

Throughout the day the tap, tap, knock-knock noises could be heard from above. Didn’t bother me at first, but as I became more and more tired, they irritated me.

7Sun10Took the medications and got a simple to make a meal of canned tomatoes and sausages.

Washed the pots, well, left them in the bowl to soak anyway.

Off to the Porcelain Throne, another messy affair.

7Sun11I took a last snap with the old Sony camera through the unwanted, hard to clean, step-ladder needing, light & view blocking new kitchen windows, of the rather moody looking skyline.

I was so tired and drained now. Yet pleased that I had got in front with the blog draughts, or should that be drafts? Hehe!

I almost flopped onto the £300 second-hand recliner. I put on a Doctor Who DVD, that’s all I recall until I reluctantly woke at 01:30hrs.

Inchcock Today – Sat 30 Mar 2019: Repeated Porcelain Throne visits – all day long. Tsk!

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2019 Mar 30

Saturday 30th March 2019

שבת 30 מערץ 2019Yiddish

01:15hrs. I woke with the occasion implosion – followed an explosion, from within the catacombs of my innards. “Ah, I thought, at last, a possible successful evacuation is building up. I felt quite smug at my ploy of having the chilli meal last night, in support of the many failed Senna tablets! I slowly began to move the joints and limbs of my overly-stomach-burdened body. Anny Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry, Kidneys Kevin and so on; all seemed in a good mood with me!

A cracking rumble from the innards, encourage me to evacuate the rickety, now working again £300, ci 1968 second-hand recliner with all the haste I could muster! Off to the wet room, and onto the Porcelain Throne.

2016-06-14 11.28.23WD 0.100.255 Porcelain Throne Acitivites: *(Things are told on the following sections, just how they were. If you are disinclined to read of such activities, please move down to the photo of the sphygmomanometer, thank you).

Things began to move, as soon as I sat down. But, so slowly and painfully. I’ve often referred to such evacuation contents as torpedo-like in the past. This morning’s agony-ridden description would be Submarine-like! How my five-foot long canal from the end of the small intestines to my rear-end evacuation point the last part of the digestive system stayed undamaged amazed me. How it was not torn-open, and how such a mass of that size got through my tubes, I just don’t know!

After I had recovered from the shock and suffering, another thing puzzled me; How the heck did the plumbing manage to get all that down to the sewers?  The best part of the whole episode was that I did not see a single speck of blood anywhere during or after the procedure. I was a bit nervous after cleaning up and going to make a mug of tea, as I found that wind was escaping of its own accord, for several minutes. I assumed this was my innards, either celebrating getting rid of or preparing for the next dollop brewing up. Hehehe! 

6Sat02* Got the Health Checks done.

Sys 138, Dia 68, Pulse 86 and Temperature 34.5°, all looking good methinks.

I got the computer on and started on this blog creation. Made up the days Thought Graphic, and had a DTAAD (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) wee-wee. With sharp involuntary bursts of what sounded like a two-stroke engine from the rear-end, bursting forth, and painful they all were too!

I got far as here on this page and realised I had not updated yesterday’s blog yet, let alone sent it off. So, I got in with doing that. Klutz!

WD 0.100.255 *(Things are told in the following paragraph, just how they were. If you are hesitant to read of such activities, please move down to the next section, thank you). This did not last long, for another Porcelain Throne visit was demanded! This evacuation was nowhere near as painful as the first one, thank heavens. But it did start Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding and stinging badly. The volume was much less but messier.  It took an inordinately long time to clean up afterwards.

04:15hrs, I finally got the Friday blog finished and sent off to WordPress. Phew! 

WD 0.100.255 Things were beginning to get active still. The unstoppable aromaless ‘phut-phut-eeck’ winds were escaping with worrying regularity. The innards are now contumacious and bubbling. They are really going to work on giving me some discomfort! I don’t want to sound like an alter-cocker, but several areas of my insides, seem to become more active and harmful, at the same time? And the wee-wees are starting again, albeit they are of the DTAAD (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) style wee-wee.

2016-06-14 11.28.23I suppose I should have expected some discomfort, pains, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops like this to arrive this morning. After over 44hrs without a Porcelain Visit. The fun and pleasure of Sister Jane and Pete visiting me yesterday, and the good night’s sleep. With my luck and record, it is no surprise to me that with my terrible ill-fated fortuity, there is always the expectancy of a cataclysm, calamity, affliction, catastrophe and or disaster around the corner to suffer. No doubt, they were divined and retributed for me by the Greek Goddess of lousy luck, Tyche, bless her. In repayment of my recent bit of good luck, (For one-and-a-half hours yesterday; Jane & Pete’s visit) and as a lesson for me not to get expectant or hopeful of anything nice, prosperousness or pleasant happening to me, really. ‘Self-Pity and Sorry-for-Myself mode engaged. Hehehe!

6Sat03I went to make a brew of tea, and to take the belated medications that I forgot to eat earlier. (Twit!) I had an extra Omeprazole and Ramipril, to try and calm down the innards and Duodenal Donald who’d started to kick-off as well! Fed-Up Mode increased to Defcon 3, Haha!

I took a photograph from the unwanted, impossible to access to clean, hard to open and close, light & view-blocking new windows. I took this in response to my hearing that whining noise again. I thought I might see something outside that might have been the source of the humming sound. But no.

I got back doing this post. The winds still involuntarily coming from the rear, got more frequent, until minutes after I had to visit the Porcelain Throne for the third time!

WD 0.100.255 I far easier passage this time, although it left me feeling more sorer in the rear quarters. And, Harolds Haemorrhoids did not bleed. So that was good.

I went on the WordPress reader page. Then onto Facebook.

6Sat01 I stopped and bravely, I thought, had a bash at trying to cut the worst of my toenails.

No wonder I thought I was having difficulties in keeping my balance. I discovered that the left leg was more fluid-filled and puffy than the right one! Hehehe!

WD 0.100.255 I only managed to cut the two big nails. It was physically impossible for me to do any more, because of the pain. Hey-ho!

I decided it was time for some breakfast. Cornflakes. Had another DTAAD wee-wee.

WD 0.100.255 Utter fatigue came over me, I tried to sort some cupboards out in the kitchen to try and pull myself out of the sudden mental and physical collapse. I did well for half-an-hour, or so, then Anne Gyna kicked off, and I stopped. Sat down and put on a Dr Who DVD, nodded off for a few minutes, and woke up in need of yet another Porcelain Throne visit! These trips are leaving me very sore in certain areas now! Humph! Where it was all coming from, remains a mystery, but it had changed to the messy variety now, and cleaning up afterwards at least helped concentrate the vagueness and disinterest of the mind.

6Sat26aWhile I was up, I got the dinner sorted out. I deliberately made a small portioned one. Sicilian tomatoes, Melton pork pie and a handful of chips, a few slices of the Milk Roll loaf, and a small pot of lemon yoghourt.

I ate it all, but it took a while, as for some reason I was finding it hard to swallow. So I made sure I masticated the food as well as I could with my shortage of teeth. Hehe! I still enjoyed it, though, a flavour rating of 8.2/10 was granted.

A check on the state of the pins (legs), revealed knobbly shins and some new speckly-spots and blood papsules on the anaemic looking limbs. Hey-ho!

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WD 0.100.255 Fell asleep for a while, and was woken with Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna both going at it, creating discomfort for me. I took a few good swigs of the inefficient, ineffective, inefficacious, inadequate, feeble prescription medicine, to try and calm thing down inside, along with the usual medications.

As I was settling back down in the £300, second-hand ci1968 recliner, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Cleaned up afterwards again, and returned to the recliner with a stingy, sore tender rear-end! I put some Germolene on specific areas.

I got things in as comfortable a position as was possible, to alleviate the haemorrhoid pains, and had to get up again for another DTAAD wee-wee!

I think I watched some more of the DVD in between many dropping-off to sleep periods, varying from a minute to ten or so.

A very concerned and truly wee’d off Nottingham pensioner finally drifted into a demented dream-filled kip! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Fri 29 Mar 2019: Despite constipation continuing, Jane & Pete visited me. Super!

Wilmott Dixon

I wish I had a job like this Willmott Dixon chap! Hehe!

2019 Mar 29

Friday 29th March 2019

Croatian: Petak, 29. ožujka 2019

23:45hrs. I stirred reluctantly. I remain irked about how things have been going, or not going, whichever way one looks at it. The being messed around with the leg ulcer for nine-weeks before getting it looked at, then the absurd mess over the leg-glide and socks, all my walking to the chemists, clinic, and Doctors, only to be told different things from all of them… I’m waffling again ain’t I? Sorry!

No signs of wee-weeing or Porcelain Throne duties being needed yet. Very odd! Even stranger, I dismounted the £300 ci1968 second-hand 5Fri002recliner within a minute, gained balance without any dizzies or shakes, and I made my to the kitchen to do the Health Checks without any toe-stubbing or knocking into or anything over! The sphygmomanometer readings varied again, with the temperature at 35.1°.

I got the bowl filled with hot water to soak the plate from last night’s meal. Then, begun computerisationalising, remembering to sort out what went wrong with my failing (I’m getting good at this nowadays) to send an Inchcock link to Jane and Pete. Then got on with updating yesterdays blog, and sent it off to WordPress.

Then I made the first mug of tea of the day around 0130hrs. I took the medications.

WD0.0.128 Then I spotted that I had left the hot water tap (faucet) running, stone cold now! I silently swore at myself and ground my teeth (and I don’t have many of them left, hehe!), I went into Self-Contempt-Defcon-Three status!

As I started to create this page, a wee-wee was needed, and by the time I got in the wet room, the Porcelain Throne had to be utilised. At least I thought it did! The wee-wee was of the unsatisfactory DTAAO (Dribble, tinkle, and all over) style. Constipation Conrad ensured the rear evacuation contained only wind and pith, no matter how obnixely I tried to move things along.

5Fri001WD0.0.128 Back to the diary. Twenty-minutes further on, and back to the Porcelain Throne. The anticipated movement was still showing a great reluctance to activate, so I got the camera and took a shot of the knees. Which I think, were slowly transmogrifying back towards the mangled warped days of last week. A new blood papsule or two were coming on the shins. A little more fluid retention this morning, I reckon. The Arthur Itis affected knees remain very stiff, but only painful when I try to bend them. Getting the socks and PP’s on later should be interesting. Hehe!

WD0.0.128 I had to get hastily back on the throne in response to a rather sudden movement from within! Nope, must have been wind again, another non-starter! Strange this, as I usually would have had two successful Throne visits by now as a rule?

I went on Facebook to update the photo albums and visit the TFZ site.

I checked the hot water tap, it was warming up a bit now. Enough to get the ablutions done at last.

WD0.0.128 The wires holding the sink plug fell apart. I searched for the pliers, and in my own schlemiel-like fumbling fashion, got the sink plug reattached in a Heath Robinson, style, so I could have a shave and do the teggies. The showering went okay. When it was all finished, once again I was assured by my innards the I needed the Porcelain Throne – and for I think the fifth time. Nothing happened! Mmm, not good, this!

Took bags to the rubbish chute on the way out and a white sack of recyclables. As I meandered along Chestnut Way, I took some photos of the complex.

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I plodded on to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Plotting conspiracy and intrigue creation studio, Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china, mugs and pottery to be stolen from, and residents escape committee cabin.

5Fri007aWhere in their office I found Hip-Hop-Dance-Instructor and Oberstess Warden Julie, and Highland Dancing Teacher and Scharführeress Warden Deana, busy working away, conscientiously.

There was an undercurrent/atmosphere of habrobaniacalness that lingered for some reason and brought a suspiration from my 5Fri007blungs? Hehehe! I exchanged a few words with the gals and withdrew to a safe distance.

WD0.0.128 As I left by the end door, I spotted a letter that had been hand-written by Obersturmbannführeress Deana. It made me feel a little disconsolate when I read it. Sad and pathetic at the same time. Especially when the cup was taken from someone who spends her time looking after others! Not very reassuring is it?

Slightly dispirited, I made my way back to Woodthorpe Court.

5Fri09Mary was coming the opposite way, and we stopped for a natter. Cyndy passed by and had a few words with Mary, then they both abandoned me. Well, you can’t blame them! Hehehe!

I took a snap of the far end of Woodthorpe Court, at the front corner. I can’t recall why I took this photo, now. Oy Vey!

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Notice on the wall spotted. For tomorrow morning, from the Winwood Heights Community Group. They had arranged for some cheap food for us. That was kind of them!

WD0.0.128 I got back up to the flat. Called at the Porcelain Throne – No, another failure, not even any wind this time!

5Fri08I saw this labrador dog through the unwanted light and view-blocking kitchen window, near the tree copse. He or she was sniffing around wagging the tail at such speed and vigour. I didn’t see anyone with him/her, it was just that I was so happy to see the canine so contented, so I took this photograph of the joyful moment. It was a fair way off, but it came out alrightish I think. Mind you, it might have been a different type of dog, now I look closely at the print.

Brother-in-law Pete (I think it was) rang on the landline. The line was awful, and I lost the signal after a few moments. I was ringing Pete to check if it had indeed been him calling, and the landline light lit up again. It was Sister Jane, the same reception, I lost connection. A few moments later it chirped into life once more. This time I could hear what Jane was saying. They would be arriving in ten-fifteen minutes.

WD0.0.128 Convinced it was needed this time, I trotted to the Porcelain Throne, only to be disappointed again – no activity or movement! Constipation Conrad wins again! Hahaha!

5Fri10I got the camera and trotted down and outside to await their arrival. I caught them both on camera as they walked towards me.

We plodded up to the flat chinwagging as we went. Into the flat and more chatting ensued. Made them a brew with some biscuits (chocolate coated, of course!). Pete did a tour of the flat, investigating anything mechanical he could find. Hehe!

Jane showed me some graphs from the doctors on the procedure she is to have on her mangled toes (At last!) They are to put metal pins in her big, and something to try and force her other bent toe back in place. They told her when she returns home, she must not move at all for four days! Well, I hope things work out, and she can get a rest for a change. It can’t be easy for them going to football matches, cinemas, restaurants, night clubs, theatres and opening nights all the time. Hahaha!  I can only recall her telling-me-off or to do something three-times! I hope she is alright! Hahaha!

They left with their bag of nibbles and treats, and kindly didn’t mind me not going all the way down with them to see them out, I left them at the lift. Bless em. Despite not feeling on top form and ready for bed, I really enjoyed their visitation. Thanks Jane and Pete ♥

WD0.0.128 I was going to go to the window to take their photo as they left, but again, I was more convinced than ever that I needed the Porcelain Throne. I got stuck on the throne because something was trying to escape, but no matter how long I waited and pushed… it was another No-Go scenario! Constipation Conrad wins again! So, they were long gone by the time I’d got to the kitchen window. Tsk!

I updated this blog for a couple of hours, then got the nosh on. I’m having the vegetable chilli with aded black bean sauce again. In the hope that this will encourage some movement from the rear-end.

I took the medications, with another Senna, in support of the meal. Haha! Will this help me defeat Constipation Conrad?

The vegetarain chilli, looked, smelt and tasted delicious, but for some reason I left most of it, just could’t eat any more.

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I imagine that not having had a Porcelain Throne evacuation for so long, there just wasn’t room for it? Hehe! Note that the wonderful Aldi part-baked sourdough baguette did get fully consumed? Haha!

My plans to watch some TV, came to end within five-minutes of starting to watch ‘Pie in the Sky’.

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Thur 28 Mar 2019: I woke all sort of confused. But got more so as the day progressed. A niggly, frustrating day, with the odd sweet highlight! Tsk!

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2019 Mar 28

Thursday 28th March 2019

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02:00hrs. I woke up after the broken night’s sleep, with Headache Henrietta still keeping me company. The mind was unusually active for me; busy, it was a mixture of fears, worries, and dissatisfaction with how things are progressing at the moment. I considered my worth and abilities as incompetent, my self-evaluation was low.

WD 153.51.0 I lay there in the second-hand £300 ci1968 rickety recliner for a couple of minutes contemplatively mulling things over. As usual, there were no answers found, no targets or aims set, no solutions presented themselves, and a distinct lack of interest suddenly came over me. I conveniently stored away from reality the emotional fears and wants in the ‘I can’t cope with this’ storage section at the back of the brain, praying they would not return later to chafe, rankle, necrotise, and torment me. (Knowing full well that they would!) By gum, I’d woken in a right emotionally unbalanced state, this morning! Still, after having guiltlessly sent the ruminations and fears to Coventry, I actually felt a little easier, with less theorisationing and practical mental work being needed to fret over!

Getting my heifer-sized-stomached body and protuberate short torso out from the recliner, was an amazingly easy task today? Arthur Itis was absent, fair enough the knees were stiff, but not really painful at all. What’s going on here? I gained a semi-perpendicular stance and trotted off for a wee-wee.

WD 153.51.0 Which requires a further description for you to understand just how different this was to any that had gone before. As a classification, I’ve had to write a new one. I graded this and all the ones that followed today, as a DTAOWWTH (Dribble, tinkle, and-all-over, wee-wee, that hurt). I really should not have bothered, but the sensation that came with each release, told me I had was about to release a torrent of fluid. But never did? What next, Huh! When I was already in the wet room, conveniently, the Porcelain Throne was needed.

4Thu001A fairly good evacuation. Washed up and had a perusal of the legs with the aid of the camera.

I wonder if it really was my wearing the bamboo socks that have made the pins look so much better this morning? The toes felt more comfortable, and didn’t feel so cramped up if you know what I mean?

The few blood papsule had appeared, but no new spider-veins. The fluid retention was still there, but it was shared-out more evenly now, between the top and bottom halves of the pins, the ankles, and tootsies.

I’m already missing the gnarling of the knees. Like the nephelococcygiac I am, I enjoyed finding figures and patterns in the old knee cap area. Hehe!

Took the morning medications with an extra Codeine Phosphate to try and ease Headache Henrietta.

WD 153.51.0 I made a start on updating the Wednesday Diary and got it posted off to WordPress. Taking just three more DTAOWWTH wee-wees, and had an attack from Dizzy Dennis while I did it. 

4Thu05I got the Health Checks sorted out. With the sphygmomanometer needing three tries to get it to work.

Results looked fair enough apart from the Pulse going down to 72, from its previous readings of 90 for the last three checks? I didn’t use the scales today. (Well, I just knew I didn’t need them to know my weight had increased!)

Off for another DTAOWWTH. Even less flowed this time, and it had lost its colourisation?

WD 153.51.0 I checked the Emails.

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This means I will have to miss the third social hour in a row; if I collect them today. If I go tomorrow, I’ll miss seeing Jane and Pete! Life stinks sometimes!

4Thu04I don’t know why, but the brain started thinking of comestible eatables. Whatever I end up having for my nosh, later on, it will include the Nayoora Sicilian Marina tomatoes. Having unthinkingly paid a pound for each of the toms, I intend to enjoy them! Haha!

The Liberty-Global, Virgin Internet service was slow and kept going down and I could not save what I had done

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As I made a start on creating this load of tripe, I had to take another DTAOWWTH. The colour was very pale again.

4Thu05aIt was 06:25hrs, already.

I made a brew of the wonderfully tasty Glengettie tea, and photographicalised the scene through the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen windows, with its unreachable in safety to clean panes of glass.

Red sky in the morning – Shepherd Warning?

WD 153.51.0 Back to the computer, and… Tsk! I got this updated as far as here and went on the WP reader section.

The wee-wees were lessening now, one more and then they seem to have stopped altogether? It appears that phenakism is now creeping into my everyday life (Using the word, life, in its loosest sense). Hehe!

Then got the ablutions sorted out. 

WD 153.51.0 The activity of getting the PPs and socks on afterwards was worthy of being filmed! It would have come close to the merits of an Eric Sykes or Spike Milligan class script. And probably have earned some Comedy Award of some sort!

In defiance of things being a tad confused and my irritableness with things going wrong lately, I was in a decent mood, as I departed the flats to go to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, desarcination depot, Rumourmongering Clinic, habrobaniacal-elimination booth, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.  

2019 Feb 26aI spoke with Pole dancer, Leutnant Untersturmführeress Warden, and perimeter Guard Machine Gun nest Officer Deana.

We chatted, and in the hopes that she might pass it on to the other tenants when the Winwood Social hour began, about the Email and my I had to go to the chemists to pick up the prescription for the sock-glide and the socks. Because I could not see me getting back in time for the start of the Social-Hour.

4Thu06I said my farewells and set off, on the hobble to Carrington’s Pharmacy. With a feeling of oblectation; at the thought of at last getting the sock-glide and hosiery at long last! I thought of my beloved TFZer on Facebook, who mentioned the blue skies in a comment on one of last weeks photos, when I saw how blue they were again, as I limped down Winchester Street. Sandie, Janet, Marie, Shirley, and Linda I think it was who mentioned this. ♥

I walked down and left onto Mansfield Road. Where I called in the Oran International Food centre store. I came out with a loaf of bread, three slices of Polish pork shoulder, and a packet of Lemon Cream Wafers. Oh, and some Silesian thin cooked sausages.

I went all the way up the road and out of Sherwood and was going down into Carrington before I seemed to know it. The feet reminded me. Hehe! I pressed on with more of a 4Thu09struggle, after this. Tsk!

WD 153.51.0 As I pressed on, a naughty Nottinghamian Cyclist passed me by. I turned back and took this photo of the young ‘Herbert’. This does no good, I know!

WD 153.51.0 Minutes later as I neared the Carrington Chemist shop, another Nottinghamian Scum-Ball Pavement Cyclist was approaching me in the centre of the footpath, and he was riding with no hands guiding his handlebar! With pedestrians all around him.  I don’t mind in the least if he should fall off of his chosen form of transport and break a leg or more hopefully bleed to death before help can arrive.

But his putting others at needless risk, annoyed me. So much so, I spoke a few words to him as he went by me. I did not swear or curse, I just pointed out his antisocial riding on pavements was not only illegal but a danger to others, especially, when he was not in proper control! Oh, Yes!… In return, he questioned my parentage, told me to Go forth and multiply, and stuck a finger up at me. He added as he rode away, that I was a silly-old-man, but he used different wording! Ah well, the poor young unshaven thing was obviously too scared to ride his bike on the road a yet a cable bully. The lady all in black, behind the one in an amber coloured coat, advised me not to upset him, even if he was in the wrong, he’s a thug! I wish she’d been able to warn me earlier. Hehehe!

WD 153.51.0 Full of hope and expecting to pick up at long last, the prescriptions, I went into the chemists. The moment I got that infamous look that said: “Oh dear, him again!” I knew I was in for a disappointment.

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But, he did say he could phone me when they arrive, ETA a couple of weeks! I meekly pointed to my ears, I was devastated, I could not find the words or will-power to tell him about my hearing! He offered to send me an email, and I gave him my address.

A very let-down, disheartened, irritated and pissed off old man Inchcock muttered a thank you, and left the shop!

4Thu10I went to the bus stop, already too late to get any benefit from going to the Winwood Social hour, not enough in time.

I spoke with some pigeons at the bus stop. This really impressed the other people in the queue. Tsk!

But I was on such downer, it didn’t bother me. I couldn’t remember feeling so browned off, 4Thu11narked, resentful, aggrieved, piqued and irritated with things for many a year! And I felt a touch guilty about it.

While waiting for the bus, I took a shot of the blue sky over Carrington, I can post with some others to the TFZ site.

When a bus did arrive, it did not stop when a bloke put his had out. I didn’t notice if the PSV 4Thu12was full or not, and that was why he didn’t pull in. Oddly, this did not bother me?

Caught the next bus into Sherwood. I crossed over the pelican crossing and made my way to the Hall Street request stop. There would not be another L9 for forty-minutes yet, but a 40 bus that would take me part-way to Winwood Heights was due in ten-minute, so I caught that up Winchester Street, walked up from the bus 4Thu13stop, back to the flats.

Walking up by the garage and dry cleaners, I spotted something I missed on the way down Winchester Street earlier.

A lovely bit of Nottingham inherent nature.

As sweet as any rose methinks.

4Thu13aaI got to the top of Winchester Street, to Chestnut Grove, and took this photograph of the Winwood Heights in all its glory.

The small white cabin on the left, is the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. Where I was headed to try and catch at least some of the Winwood Social meeting.

I felt bad at having to miss it again. I’m sure the NHS keeps making appointments on a Thursday just to keep me away from it. Haha! I got in, but sensed that I was a naughty boy for being so late! Although, Cyndy, Gaynor, Doris, Nora along with and Frank. Bill (William on Sundays) were kind enough to have a natter with me. Even if it was one-sided with me wanting to moan about things, bless um! It was soon time to get off back to the flat, and it was a pleasure to be able to walk Nora back home. Which cheered me up!

Said my farewells to Nora as she left the lift (I should have taken her to her door really, Grumph!) and got in the apartment and got the computer on to update this blog, which took me until 16:00hrs! With the usual delays from Mr Fries!

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4Thu27I made some sarnies and chips for the nosh.

Such a tiring day, I fell asleep, into a deep welcoming, forget-your-woes, sleep.

WD 153.51.0 The landline light flashed. T’was Jane’s Pete, it seems I had missed sending them a link to the blog for yesterday, and they were concerned.

A niggly, frustrating day, with the odd sweet highlight!

 

Inchcock Today – Wed 27 Mar 2019: A diverse, niggly, oddly-most day!

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2019 Mar 27

Wednesday 27th March 2019

Scots Gaelic: Diciadain 27 Màrt 2019

WD 0.0.255c 23:54hrs. I woke up reluctantly. A throbbing headache and Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis toying with me, all at the same time. I lay there, feeling a tad dispirited and waited until things calmed down. Shaking Shaun let go of my body first. Dizzy Dennis later, but the headache remained, throbbing away. I remembered I have the food delivery coming twixt 06:00 > 00:700hrs. No blood test this week. I felt there was something else to be aware of, but could not pinpoint it. Eventually, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I manipulated my grossly over-stomached body free of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner, and off to the wet room.

3Wed001The legs and feet felt much improved this morning, (not the knees, they were Arthur Itis affected in the extreme) as I walked far easier than of late. The evacuation went well, despite it being of the mini-rugby ball style. Made a nice change that did, Hehe!

The legs knees had lost a lot of warpedness, the lower shins had gained some blue tinge spots, many blood papsules seem to have disappeared, and the pale anaemicness had been replaced with the yellow pigmentation again. Still, it is interesting to find out how and what on the pins has changed each morning. Hehe! It took my mind off of the throbbing head for a while.

Got the kettle on and the Health Checks done. Sys 145, Dia 78, Pulse 78 and Temp 35.1°. Took the medications, then I  got the computer on and began to update the Tuesday blog.

Hours later (without any wee-weeing!) I got it finished and sent off. 

To the kitchen to make a brew of tea. I took two snaps of the morning skyline through the unwanted light and view-blocking windows with the glass that it is impossible to reach to clean. The first one I used Gold Auto mode, the second, Green Auto mode? The green was far closer to how the sky actually looked.

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WD 0.0.255c Well, well, well. It had to happen because it hadn’t happened for ages now. I stubbed my corn toe on the edge of the cupboard bottom. Naturally, being the refined person I am, there were no cursing, swearing or unhealthy words uttered. (Fib Mode Detected!) Hehehe!

I made up a Morning Thought ode and graphic for today’s Inchcock Today. I may well be a poetaster and baviaan (a writer of insignificant, meretricious, and shoddy poetry), but I love writing it.

I began this post and got as far as here on it. Aha, a wee-wee needed. Ten minutes later another was required. Both of these were of the SNSWW (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wee) variety.

I went on Pinterest to put some photographs on, then to Facebook.

Tended to the ablutions next. Which went well, no shaving cuts, Harolds Hemorrhoids not bleeding, no toe stubbing, and no knocks or bruises… well, at first anyway.

WD 0.0.255c The fun and games (pain and agony might have been a better description) of getting the new Amazon bought, men’s diabetic long bamboo-fibre socks with stretch non-tight tops on, proved dangerous, harmful and more effort than I would have liked! But all the same, if you could have seen my efforts, you would have been in tucks. Even I was! The right leg was not to difficult, and idiotically, I let a touch of ‘Smugness-Mode’ creep in. The real show was with the left leg. I kept getting up to rest on the right leg while I got the sock rolled up ready – and it kept springing off, repeatedly. I gained two new bruises and a scratch, as the leg clouted the floor cabinet corner, the floor and once the Porcelain bowl! Finally, I changed tactics and lifted the leg with the sock in hand to try to avoid 3Wed05a2resting it to get the sock on – got it on and fell backward hitting the back of my head on the door! That did the headache a lot of good! Oy Vey, I’ll be glad when the sock glide becomes available for me to collect from the surgery. But when that is likely to be, is anyone’s guess!

Still, once I got them both on, I found they were very comfortable and came up above the knees.

Just leaving me with the concerns about them off later, to worry about! Hehehe!

WD 0.0.255c Unfortunately, I found the socks were creeping down below the knees minutes later. Humph! But, I’m getting used to living with my being pitifully accident-prone and luckless. I suppose I’ll just have to accept that I’ll never enjoy oblectation or success ever again! Grumph!

I made a brew and got on the computer to update today’s badinage, while I waited for the food to arrive.

WD 0.0.255c Dang me! I’ve got earache now to accompany the cephalalgy! Tsk!

3Wed0607:50hrs now. The Ocado order is due between 07:00>08:00hrs.

I looked out of the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window, with its unable to access areas to clean, to see if any signs of the delivery could be sited. Nope! Just a line of tenants parked cars, none reversed into.

I had a look at the Ocado site.

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It seems they are having problems. Order status, ‘We are preparing your order’ it said? Not good, is it!

08:15hrs, no food from Ocado yet?

I went on CorelDraw.

WD 0.0.255c What a plonka! I’d ordered the food for the evening, not morning! Tsk! So now I have to stay awake if I can manage it. Globstuckenists!

I got the things ready and went to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen 3Wed05a1afrom, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

I called to see Frank on the way out. Jenny is still very poorly.

I felt terrible for Jenny and Frank. Off to the hut. Running the gauntlet of vehicular dangers.

3Wed08WD 0.0.255c No one in. A few tenants arrived, and I had a chinwagging session with them. But, Dizzy Dennis attacked me, and the Porcelain Throne summoning visited again. So I decided to return back to the flat and not go out today. I wasn’t in a good mood or feeling on top form anyway. As I went through the lobby, I spotted a washing machine was not in use. I got up to the flat ASAP, Porcelain Throne duties carried out, then back down with the washing.

Back up to the apartment and had a we3Wed09e-wee, then back down with the crossword book, to the lobby.

Got the washer going, and had a natter with some people who I did not know for a while. I moved the gear to the dryer.

Doris and Mo, then Gaynor arrived and stopped for a chinwag and laugh. I had another a go at the crossword puzzles, with the help of Malcolm and Mo. Well, they laughed at my failure with the crossword. Hehe!

The headache and the knees and feet were all giving me hassle. I was getting irritable with myself, and feeling so tired again. Not getting out, didn’t help I suppose.

Got the dried stuff folded and in the bag. Cleaned the filter and drum, and up to the flat. Not in a good mood for some reason, still getting irked at myself.

I set about getting the meal prepped when the phone rang. IT was Sister Jane, who had left her phone on loudspeaker, and I could not understand much that she was saying. She took the speaker off, and things improved. “Will I be in on Friday around 10:00hrs, as she and Pete would pay me a visit?” I explained about the possible Emails. I am expecting about the sock-glide, the GUM clinic, and the Kidney appointments, all to give me a time to go to the relative place. She told me to ring her if I was not going to be in. I agreed, as was too nervous not to. Haha! The mess she will see in the flat will not go down well.

3Wed10I got my clothes off and the glorious old slippers on. Then the computer on to update this blog. (You watch it, someone will call on or ring me now!) 

Got the nosh sorted out and served up.

Chips with stewed steak and a sourdough baguette to soak up the gravy with.

3Wed11Got the nosh eaten up.

 Not one of my best efforts. 5/10 Flavour rating. Washed the pots and got in the second-hand, £300 ci1968 recliner to watch some TV.

WD 0.0.255c Determined not to fall asleep and miss the late Ocado delivery… Zzzz!

By pure good luck, I woke at 1830hrs in need of 3Wed12a meg-mega, slow trickling wee-wee! And realised I had to rise, get some clothing on, and get ready for the food delivery.

Which came at 1920hrs.

I found that the tray of five Sicilian tomatoes had now gone up to… wait for it…

This will surprise you, it did me!

3Wed12aa£5! Cor blimey! Love a duck!

I got on the computer to update this diary.

I got as far as here, and just had to stop and get some kip.

No doubt about it, a diverse oddlymost day!