Inchcock Today – Tue 3rd March 2020: Crap start, but it turned into a tiring, but almost enjoyable day! Oh, yes!

2020 Mar 03

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Tuesday 3rd March 2020

Belarusian: Аўторак, 3 сакавіка 2020 года

000 Mar 03

gm08r 23:25hrs: Up, got my balance and off to the Porcelain Throne. Nothing happened! Plenty of wind escaping, but that was all. To the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications. To the computer to do some graphic page tops to use.

Got them done (Two hours), and started the updating of the Sunday, no, Monday blog. Many wee-wees, (Each one of the SBTSDWS (Started-Blasting-out-Then-Stopped-Dead-Within-Seconds) variety. Much actioning from Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, and a mood than went from normal to depression over the next few hours. (When I found I was making I.D. mistakes [Saccades Sandra, and the Neuropathy]) in my TFZer graphics, it got me down, and am feeling pretty awful about myself)

I pressed on for even more hours with the updating. Broken by many, many visits to make a brew of tea. If I carry on like this, I may get theism! Not that I’m much bothered. A few photographs took a long time to sort out.

Went on the WordPress Reader. Then comments. Then put some pictures on Pinterest. Next, TFZer Facebooking.

WD 250.100.0 Made a start on this post. Not feeling in the least bit confident and a self-loathing was building up. I was generally emitting a sort of nervous timorousness. Another sudden change, same as yesterday? I’m feeling whacked out, wan, and weary! 

WD 250.100.0 Humph!

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I got the handwashing going, and left it in softener to soak in while I got the ablutions tended to. As I got in the wet room, another need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

WD 250.100.0 Well, ‘Butter my butt and call me a biscuit’, I thought things would never move – far worse than yesterday’s effort! The pain was worse, and the commitment physically to get some relief, was extraordinarily worrying! Much bleeding, although I believe it was coming from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, which is to be expected with the released content being almost rock-hard, and on the ginormous side! Humphski-phoo!

WD 250.100.0 AC Finally, I got cleaned up and around to doing the teggies and shaving. The session had not exactly had the least dropsies and injuries! Dropped the toothbrush, then the razors (3), had a decent hard-to-stop-bleeding cut on the side of the head shaving, too!

WD 250.100.0 AC Was I finished yet? No! During the shower, the flannel (2), the carbolic soap (2) and the shower-head went on the list of dropsies!

WD 250.100.0 AC I cleaned the shower area, then got my hideously large-stomached dried, medicated certain inner and outer regions. Then freshened things up. Oh, dear! Better add some more to the list. The aftershave bottle, trying to stop the bleeding, the body spray can (2), the Phorpain gel tube, the Corticosteroid cream, Haemorrhoid cream, and the Savlon, they all hit the deck! Grobblecraps!

2Tue07However, contrastingly, on the other hand, for a nice change, the battle with the Sock-Glide was Accifauxpa and injury-free! Exceeding one’s expectations! Whee-ha! The pins (legs) were in fine shape and colouration I thought. The scratched on the right leg

WD 250.100.0 AC But I was putting on some thinner and shorter sock, during which the gripper is less dangerous to fingers, but often tears the hosiery, like today! I can’t win! Hoggledruids!

WD 250.100.0 I got dressed in the hopes that the nurse just might come earlier than she said, so I can get 2Tue01out to the shops to buy some olive oil for the ears, anti-Saccades-Sandra eye-drops, and call at the dentist, to rebook again!  But no! Of course not! Grumph!

I took the waste bags to the rubbish chute, I think the installation lads are working on a different floor today. I can still hear their drilling and knocking regularly.

I added some leeks to the sliced mushrooms in sea-salt and Balsamic vinegar in the crock-pot.

I got the handwashing rinsed, done, wrung and hung above the sink in the kitchen.2Tue08a

Then I got back on the computer, to make an order for the week after next, for Tuesday 10th March, twixt 06:30 and 07:30hrs. This didn’t take me too long, with no chips, potatoes, biscuits, yoghourts, chocolate etc. on it. Which made me think, (It happens occasionally you know. Hahaha!), I’ll try to get some Cocodamols when I go out, in case I can’t get an appointment with the dentist. Moments later, I realised how late it was, and no signs of the nurse yet. Life can be very meretricious, superficially-unappealing, and pretentious. Minatory insidious, as well! Frogglemoths and Grumpleworthiness!

2Tue09WD 250.100.0 I thought I’d get the kitchen floor mopped-up, Fool! Halfway-through, I started to clean the electric fire hearth? Plaintively, this showed great personal intrepidity, and also a degree of impetuousness and stupidity! A pity!

The intercom chimed and lit up, it was a Phlebotomy Nurse, finally arriving to take my blood. She came up and got inside. Not seen the lady before, sweet gal, she helped me clear up the kitchen for a moment or two, straightened the carpet for me, and even wiped the hearth clean for me, too, Bless her cotton socks. She’d done it all in four minutes, what would have taken me hours to do! ♥

I had now lost my depressionable feelings altogether, and felt guilty at getting them in the first place!

Despite the time being so late, I decided I’d go out to Arnold in search of the ‘Can’t-Do-Without’ olive oil for the ears. My breaking the bottle that I had in is going to cost me a lot of bother! Frumpworthiness!

I panic-flapped getting things ready in time for the bus, and the usual nowadays, faffling about in my recently acquired anankastic OCD ailment. Double and treble checking things bus-pass, card, money, computer, TV, radio in the wet room, keys, lights, stove, taps (faucets), etc., repeatedly! It’s a miracle I ever got out of the flat!  This is so very Agravannoying!

2Tue10I took some black bags and put them down the chute on the way down. In the Woodthorpe link corridor door window, I espied a chap through the window. It looked like he was driving his possibly petrol-powered ancient four-wheeled disabled person perambulator? He was getting a move on as well, certainly more than the max’ permitted 8 mph. By Gawd, I was jealous! Good for him! 2Tue11Hehehe!

I poddled through swipe-door and along into Winwood Court lobby. I called into the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) interrogation and body-search office. All of the three Warden Scharfhureresses were inside. A rarity indeed! I took the chance to explain how things were going medically and gave them a nibble bag. (consisting mostly of biscuits and sweets I can no longer eat) Had a little natter, and they were getting busy, so I said my farewells and trundled of. Through the Social room and into Winchester Court’s lobby. 2Tue12

I was the only passenger who got on the bus when it arrived! At first, this confused me a little, until I remembered how late in the day it was.

WD 250.100.0 I got the crossword book out, and a few other Nottinghamians got on en route. The bus going around a corner and nearly having me out of the seat woke me with a jolt. There were about eight passengers on the bus, all looking at me, vacantly. The crossword book was on the floor on the other side of the bus, with new mucky shoe imprints on the crumpled torn pages. I must have dropped it as I nodded off and passengers got on or off the bus walking over the book? I left it where it was while the bus was still moving. Then realises we were pulling into Front Street already, so I’d been asleep for a while. Red-faced, I got up and retrieved the puzzle-book with some discomfort and difficulty, and as I fought to get back up, a passenger close to me, smiled and said “Yer a great snorer, mate!”

2Tue13There was no time to take many photographs. I had a lot of places to visit.

WD 250.100.0 I started off with the Saver shop, who usually sell the Olive Oil wax in tiny squeezable plastic bottles, for about £1.25, which I find invaluable for their ease of applicating, But not today! They had none in stock. (Brexit?) A lady conned me into buying another bottle of oil. What a  Schnook. Tsk!

WD 250.100.0 To the Boyed store, who also had none in stock! (Brexit?) Ululations! Not doing very well, am I? I did get a can of shaving foam for a quid, though.

WD 250.100.0 So, it had to be Boots next. Even knowing how expensive they are, I had to have some. A lady tried to sell me a bottle of olive oil. I explained that I had plenty at home, but with my shakes, it is too much of a struggle and mess, I need something that sprays or can be squeezed to apply. She ended up selling me a bottle of Sodium Bicarbonate Ear Drops, that did have a dropper included, but cost £4! At least I’ve got something for tonight and in the morning and week ahead. But, like most of them available (or not, as it seems) are only 10ml in size.

WD 250.100.0 Then I poddled, but hastily, to the Asda (Walmart) store. I had a look through their abjectly tatty, and mostly well-mauled by the Arnoldamians earlier in the day, selection of so-called, fresh vegetables. Their offerings on tomatoes were abysmal, bashed-up and bruised. But they did have some good stuff in the coolers that I grabbed. Red onions, mushrooms, leeks and from the shelves a turnip that was not to faded yet. I paid at the bomb-site looking self-serve tills. And shot out to the bus stop!

WD 250.100.0 I thought, well I’m pretty sure that I took a picture of Front Street while waiting for the bus, I remember not taking to long over focussing it, because the bus was due any minute. But, there was nothing of it on the SD card later? Humph!

WD 250.100.0 I got on the L9, stuck, almost wedged myself in a corner on the side-saddle seat. No crosswording, I was too weary to concentrate. Despite the driver’s imitations of Nigel Mansell and Colin McRae, which actually helped me in a fashion. I fell asleep again! But woke up and 2Tue14managed to get to the flats, with heavy eyelids.

As I got to the lobby doors, the rain began to fall. Perfect timing! I took this shot of the few drops that had hit the trolley basket lid when I got indoors. Some good-luck there! For Gawd’s sake, don’t tell anyone! They wouldn’t believe it anyway! Hehehe!

2Tue15As I walked through the link-passage through Windwood Court. d

Something felt, not-right, as I hobbled back to 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 eternal cosmic continuum. Its illusions, delusions, abstrusities, problemata, emotions, despair, katzenjammers and emotional-quagmires! Just thought I’d mention it. Then I saw the reason for my uncomfortableness of mind. There were not any bags hanging on the three-wheeler walker guide’s handlebars! Me, going out to shops, and coming back with stuff that all fitted into the trolley bag!

I got inside the flat, and I was taking out the things from the walker-guide, and the landline sounded and flashed. I bumbled my way to answer it before they rang off. I very hard to hear voice waffled on and had to keep asking them to repeat what they were saying. It turned out that it was the chemist gal, the prescriptions were on their way to me. I thanked them and assured their concerns that I would be in.

 As I was about to get the purchases put away, I recalled the last prescriptions which were brought to me at the Doctor’s Surgery. I still had a photo of the next date for the delivery of orders.

2Tue17WD 250.100.0 I got the computer on, to find it and assure myself. Yep, sure enough, the date they gave me was the 9th of March! Today, being the 3rd March, left me a little puzzled. But at least it proves that their arrogance in blaming me for making mistakes over dates this last three-months is wrong and mistaken!

So, their note attached to the parcel of medications this time, advising me of the next date being for the 7th April, probably has no valid expectancy of being right again?

WD 250.100.0 Which will mean more hassle and accusations from the snotty, superior-acting, pharmacist from, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, a few doors away from the Lidl store on the same side of the road! The chemist who left me without medications for five days, and told me I had got the dates wrong! Failed to keep his promise to the nurse, of separating the Furesomide tablets from the blister packs Although four weeks later, he did it! Then delivered February’s blister packs with the top covers lose and all the pills mixed up with each other. I’ll just go and check on this months… hang on, please…

2Tue23WD 250.100.0 I’m back, sorry to keep you waiting, I dropped some pillboxes: Well fancy that! The pill-blisters are not, I say, Not, all mixed up. Very good! However, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, a few doors away from the Lidl store, on the same side of the road, have done it again. Confused me! Bear in mind, they told me the prescriptions would arrive on the 9th March, and they came on 3rd March. With February 24th being the date on the labels? Is it any wonder I’m losing it?

3Wed01

Oblegrogwumbles!

2Tue16I got the fodder out alongside the prescriptions and checked them through. The mushrooms have a lot of peat bits on them, but that’s just how Asda (Walmart) are.

Consistently, and contentedly ambling along in blinkers and unkemptitude!

2Tue18A check of the receipts next. I thought the £4 from Boots for 100ml of ear wax was excessive, but then again it is not what I wanted, pure olive oil, This’s something else.

WD 250.100.0 I looked it up on Mr Google, (Where would I be without him, all those years with my synonymicon Encyclopedia Britannica, and visits to the local library. [Ah, Miss Peabody, how I craved for her, but a ten-year-old after a portly sexpot of a forty-year-old with twinkling eyes, tree-trunk legs, and a big bust, was not to be! Grumph!]) I got carried away there, sorry: Sodium bicarbonate ear drops are used to soften dry or hardened earwax. Use three or four drops twice daily for 3-5 days. Each time you use the drops, allow the solution to remain in your ear for 5-10 minutes. If your symptoms have not improved after five days, make an appointment to see your doctor for further advice. A bit complicated this?

  • Soften or harden? Erm!
  • Three or four drops a day? One good dollop of olive oil morning and night usually does me well enough?
  • Allow the solution to remain in your ear for five or ten minutes? What then? Olive oil just stays in until I put more in next time? No one told me to get it out somehow afterwards? I need guidance here! I’ll back to Dr Google again later.
  • If your symptoms have not improved after five days, make an appointment to see your doctor for further advice. Blimey, do some Doctors actually give people an appointment in under a fortnight? Stop kidding me!

I’ll look into a solution for this solution, hoping for resolution in the small hours of the morning. I’m too tired now. But still in a cheerful mood, and not letting things get to me. (Notwithstanding, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, of course!

At long last, I got around to making a meal, perhaps creating it as well Various elements of the meal I’d not eaten for many months, I was trying to make a nosh that was not so erm… well, fattening! 

WDP 1LaWD 250.100.0 AC WD 250.100.0 Getting it ready, I dropped the pot of Kingfisher Anchovies in Extra Olive Oil. This made me feel pride, worth and admiration at my battle to get the kitchen floor cleaned and mopped earlier. Huh, like hell it did! The pain and discomfort I went through to get it done… Frumpworthy Grobblecurses!

WD 250.100.0 I really was tested to the limit! Argh!  Crying was one option, as was jumping off the balcony! But knowing my luck I’d land on someone, so I chose to just whimper a bit. Haha! Cleaning up the calamitous mess, the oil left, put me through so much agony and frustration. Have you ever had to clean up Extra Virgin Olive Oil from the floor, your trousers, socks, feet and kitchen cabinets? And with the attentions of Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, Duodenal Donald and Arthur Itis, who all came on at the same time? Grumpworthy-Gruelling-Grinding-Garblisations!

Back to the darkness of despondency!

Mr Adamczyk, if I recall the name correctly, wanted me to make a list of things that annoyed (‘Got to me’!) me, that happens to me, and I or the ailments were the cause of, and take it with me to the next appointment. This will have to go on the list. The ever-growing list!

2Tue19Back to the nosh. (I keep getting side-tracked today!) The overall rating for flavour was 7/10. The mushrooms and leeks were grand! The anchovies had tiny soft bones in them, and not many were nibbled for that reason. The cheap fish sticks were unexpectedly pleasantly tasty! The black tomatoes were the best tasting I’ve ever had. Mmm! The chicken thighs were left alone after one nibble and binned. The beetroot and Marmite cheese disc were fine.

I was soon getting back to myself as I washed the pots, and nearly slipped on a tiny bit of Extra Virgin Olive Oil I’d missed. But I was so weary and tired now, it didn’t get me going or upset me at all? Which surprised me a tad. Especially after the up and down day, I’d had.

WD 250.100.0 The sky view attracted me though, regardless of my more tuckered out body and mind, I had to take some shots of the deep-blue scene. Which I did, but I’d left the SD card in the computer. Inchyangulations!

I got settled in the £300 second-hand, sickenly-beige coloured, c1968 recliner, and my feet on the chair. (This is because 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 and searched for my valuables, which he found and stole).

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2Tue21An artistic cross had been implanted on my left knee. By the underside of the different tray, that I had used to eat the nosh off of. Hahaha! And I noticed that I had still got the short bamboo socks on! Getting them off was no mean feat!  

I put the TCV on, but it wasn’t needed. I fell asleep practically immediately! But only for an hour or so, then I sprang awake wondering where what, who, and when etc., and thinking it was morning!

WD 250.100.0 The jumped again when I saw what I at first thought was the kneecap bleeding! I gathered some concentration, and realised it was the patch off of the blood giving right arm! Oh, what a fool! I put the dressing back in the place where I thought it was and took this photo. In an effort to show my nocturnal idiocy! How it got from arm to leg, is anyone’s guess! I had a little chuckle to myself.

WD 250.100.0 But as for getting back to sleep again, it took hours and hours to do! I got up to put the TV on, knowing that the crap on it often helps me conk and doze off. But, not tonight! The Freeview programs were not available, and I don’t know how to get the ‘normal’ on the TV? Hey-ho!

The thoughts storms came and went. Plans to save post-Brexit Britain were made. I relived some naughty moments from my earlier years (That bit was good but so frustrating!)

I can’t remember if I actually nodded of properly at all.

Dangwangles! Worra day!

I’m still up for adoption by the way!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 24th December 2019: Trousers split, almost lethal trip to get some more. Hehe!

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24th December 2019

Finnish: 24 Joulukuuta 2019

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22:35hrs: I woke full of guilt at letting down the sweet phlebotomy nurse, Christina, yesterday. I continue not liking myself this morning. Grumph!

I was forced to rise out of the c1968, second-hand, nauseously-beige-coloured, rickety recliner, to make my way to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), for a weak, SS (Short-Sprinkly) wee-wee. As it ended, the sudden urgent demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I grabbed the stick and hastened to the wet room. By Jiminy, it was a close call again! But, the evacuation, although it was a tad painful and quick, it wasn’t messy at all, just a few smatterings of blood. Just about what I deserved with my messing Christina about, I thought.

I took both sets of medications, being as I had yet again forgotten to take last night’s. Humph!

WD 150.0.0 With a determination, I set about updating the Monday post. I had an idea for a stand-alone post on the Nottingham Street Art I’d pictured yesterday, so meant to get on quickly… but:

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After a long time. I don’t think I got it back on; it returned of its own accord. I typed as fast as my ailments would allow me to…

WD 150.0.0 But:

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I was getting frustrated now. So did some CorelDrawing. Then the internet returned. Phew! I got on and finally finished the post and got it sent off. Finally making a start on the new post

Then: WD 150.0.0

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When Mr (well paid) Fries, Liberty-Global Virgin Media came back on a long time later, it was super fast! For about ten minutes! Then I went back to its struggling to keep up!

I pressed on with the photo-funny comment blog. Gawd, it took me hours and hours to get done! But I got there.

2Tue01It was time to get the ablutions done. I had to get them done earlier than usual, in case the Angel nurse Christina came again, I pray she does. Off to the wet room, then.

But I got sidelined when I took the mug to the kitchen for cleaning, and I got carried away doing the handwashing first. The jammie bottoms, socks and a long-sleeved shirt. I anticipate that the jammie bottom should be dry enough to be moved onto one of the airers by about February next year. Huh! The right hand has lost a lot of strength since the onset of the peripheral neuropathy, then and the stroke. I did my bestest to wring them out, I was not very successful. Still, I don’t think it makes anything worst by trying. That bit of effort I make, might even be slowing things down on the idiopathic neurotransmitter problem?

WD 150.0.0 Well, that was totally different from the last session. I knocked the stuff off of the floor cabinets again, so many things went on the floor! Two little knicks shaving, dropped the toothbrush, carbolic soap several times, the flannel, the shower-head, and all bar fell over getting the trousers on! The sock-glide battle ended up with me getting a few bruises. Pee’d-off Mode Adopted!

2Tue02WD 150.0.0 I took a photo of my legs, and cannot find the lens cover anywhere now! Still, at least the pins are looking a bit betterer this morning. Arthur Itis. Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry, Shaking Shaun, Back-Pain-Brenda, and even Saccades Sandra and her oculomotor dysfunction are all being kind to me. Anne Gyna and Dennis are making up for the inactivity of the others, mind. Tsk!

WD 150.0.0 Then I ripped my trousers when I bent down to put the slippers on! Gawd, Blimey!

I began to update this post. 10:25hrs now, no sign of the Blood Angel. So it looks like I’m in trouble again. Oh, dear!

I visited the WordPress Reader. Had to stop when the intercom chimed up. A male nurse had come to take my blood. I didn’t need my EQ to tell me he was not happy. He tooketh the haemoglobin, and I offered him a drinky for Christmas. He chose a Whisky & Coke, half-smiled, wished me happy Christmas and was off. 

I got the things ready to catch the bus to town, to get some replacement trousers.

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I didn’t realise it then, but I do now,

I’d forgotten to put the camera in my pocket,

When it dawned, I said Crap and Holy Cow!

How do I get through life? But I stumble through, somehow!

I made my way down and dropped off the bags in the chute en route, and saw the Caretaker Stewart and had a quick natter. Then, along the link-corridor to the warmer Winwood Court lobby and through to the big social room

Where I bumped into Nottingham City Home’s Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/Catwalk-Model, Angela Gould, who twinkled her eyes at me, told me off about something or other, then waltzed away with a taller, younger, better-looking, fitter, cleverer, educated, richer, confident, had his own hair and a full set of teeth, bloke. Who was not wearing hearing aids and could walk without medical aids. Humph! Spit! Hehe!

Spoke with John-Herbert, then made my way out to the bus stop. Mary-Jean, Chrissie, May and many other tenants were gathered, and I had a listen to the gossip and handed out the nibbles. Getting on the L9 to town, and getting out the crossword book after depositing my bottom in a side-saddle seat.

As we arrived in town, I realised that I had not got my camera with me. Crap and Holy Cow! What a pitifully-inadequate, imbecilic, dotty, docile, memory-challenged toss-pot!

WDP 003hWD 150.0.0 I went into the battle-ground known as the Poundsaver Store. I was battered and barged, trod on, shoulder-charged walked into, and nearly knocked over a few times, as the gentle Nottinghamian’s around, cursed and fought each other to get things from the half-empty shelves. It was a shame I went in really. If I had not torn my trews earlier, I would not be in town now! Grumph!

WDPh 01WD 150.0.0 I got to the self-serve tills and came out with various things. Dettol, more Toffifees, Ginster Beef pattie, some eau de cologne, smoked almonds, woolly-bob-caps and orange digestive biscuits. I paid up in cash after the machine refused to accept my card!

I was so annoyed with myself as I saw endless photographicalisationing opportunities I could not respond to, on my way into the Victoria Centre, where the Salvation Army Band were giving it some stick with the Christmas tunes. I risked life and limb to get to the lift to go up to the Victoria Market. The elevator cage went between the first floor, down to the Market level, ground floor (where I was), and down to the car park below. The first few times it came, it was cram-packed and I just waited patiently, while having my ankles repeatedly clouted by pram wheels from behind. Eventually, I got in the cage. But had to up to the 2nd level, all the way down to the car park, and back up where I started, the ground floor, then down to the car park again, and finally to the market level. As I got out, I left to Tut-tutting, and a loudly spoken, ‘Old folks with walkers shouldn’t be let in when it’s so busy” for some unknown reason?

WDP 10LWD 150.0.0 I hobbled to Abdhul’s stall to get my trews. But it was all abandoned now in there, many stalls emptied out. So sad. Abdul looked lonely and depressed when I arrived. And, he only had two pairs of trousers in my size! I’ve used this stall for years, and most trips he would offer a choice of five or six pairs, if not more for me to choose from. Sad times for the lad. I bought them, despite the grotty colours, and then repeated the farce to get back down in the elevator. Shame I can’t manage the escalator nowadays. This time a lady helped me sort out which floor I was on, I had to laugh at my own confusion.

I got to Queen Street and met a lady from our beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! That frequently has only one lift working, most taps are leaking, toilets that take well over an hour to refill after being flushed, blocked wet room drains, windows that are lethal to open, a fire alarm only 50% of residents can hear... oh, I got carried away there, sorry!

The lady and I had a sort of chinwag as best we could en route home. (Hearing problems!) I’ve spoken with the lady a few times. She is a classy woman, and so nice natured and puts up with me well. We exchanged seasonal greetings, as I left the lift.

2Tue03Got in the apartment and got the things out of the bag and carrier.

I hung the trews up in the window to decrease them a little and added the hand-washed shirt from earlier, which was dry enough to start airing.

2Tue02aThe earlier handwashing was not ready, not dry enough yet to move over the radiator. Especially the jammie bottoms.

I got the oven heating up for the beef pastie and chips to be cooked.

Had a look at the TV schedule, and found some 2Tue06things I fancied viewing.

WDP 10R02LWD 150.0.0 When the kiln had reached 220° I put the McCain original oven chips in to cook. As you can see, there was the odd blighted chip, that needed removing first. I went through the remaining chips in the bag afterwards and found a dozen more of them. As the McCain advert says: ‘It’s no wonder they’re often called the perfect teatime chip’ Hmm? I  wonder if Liberty-Global Virgin Media are connected with McCains? They both might be competition to tell the biggest lies in their adverts? They’ll have to go some to beat Liberty-Global, they are as good as politicians at dishonest, deceitful, false claims!

2Tue04aWDP 13dLA proper feast this meal was. Beef pastie, tomatoes, beetroot and a portion of McCain’s blight removed chips. With caramelised onion chutney, wholemeal bread thins and some German smoked Bavarian ham that was just out of date, but tasted fine. Some fresh orange juice for afters. Flavour Rating: 8.4/10, super!

I washed the dishes, had a weak wee-wee, and got down in time to watch the Tremors ‘5’ film, that I had not seen before. The earlier ones I found hilarious, even though they were not meant to be comedies methinks.

The first set of advertisements came on, and I drifted off. Humph! I wanted to watch that one as well! Sulk-Mode-Instigated!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 21st September 2019: I hate lonely Saturdays!

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Saturday 21st September 2019

German: Samstag, 21 September 2019

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03:10hrs: I woke, and almost without any worrying, fretting or concerns about anything, I found I had risen from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grungy-beige coloured, rickety recliner, and was on my feet taking a wee-wee, and muttering a few curse words at the pain from the RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees.

WD 0.0.50 The wording changed target, as soon as the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) was utilised. A totally unexpected type, of the HELPSOAO (Hard-Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) leak! (Caught me off-guard a bit! Hehe!)

I went into the kitchen, put the kettle on and took the morning medications. Moved the handwashing onto the airer and hung the shirt to dry. Made the brew, and the shoulder kicked off with its jumping and jerking for a few minutes, stopped, and the fingers and hand took over. Tsk!

5Fri019I was sure I heard a bang from outside somewhere, so I ventured onto the balcony to take a look around. With it being so dark, this was not easy. I took a couple of photographs while out there. They didn’t come out very good, though. I shot in Auto mode.

The only thing out of the ordinary, was a car parked with its lights on, all bar one of the front ones, which might have needed the bulb changing. On taking a look an hour or so later, it had driven-off?

A police car came up Chestnut Way to the end, and back out, passing the car twice. There have been incidents of drug-deals being done in the area recently.

WD 0.0.50 As I was getting the computer started, the damned shoulder started off again, with an unusual venom. Not to mention the fingers and hands joining in. (Oh, I did reveal it! Hahaha!) Then, a couple of visits from Dizzy Dennis! Humph!

WD 0.0.50 As I rose to take a break from the hard graft of updating the Friday post, I noticed some guilt-panging signs of nocturnal-nibbling on the recliner cover! Crumbs,  but blown if I can work out what they were. Possibly Cheeslets, or maybe the puff-pastry fingers? Contrite Mode Adopted!

6Sat02aWhen I got back to the computer, I checked the Emails. One from the Sherringham Park Medical Practise arrived, about the Warfarin blood test results.

They added at the bottom: ‘Your next INR is due 26.09.2019. You do not have to attend the surgery as we have arranged community phlebotomy for you.’

Well, well, see? They can communicate sometimes!

I got the updating finished at last and sent it off. Having several more HELPSOAO wee-wees. Then visited the WordPress Reader section. Not a lot on today, but this is not unusual for a weekend. Some people have a family-life to pursue. Jealousy-Mode-Adopted! Haha!

WD 0.0.50 I went to make another brew and had to have another wee-wee. This time it caught me out again, with it being an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) variety. That needed a lot of cleaning and antisepticalisationing! Oofta!

I got the graphics done for this blog, then the template and made a start on this diary. It was getting late on now, and I thought about getting out for a hobble. But, I realised that many more graphics and templates needed doing in advance. And decided to catch-up on the TFZer Facebooking first. I enjoyed that!

Realising I had not done the daily Pinterest postings, I got them done next.

I made the Morrison order up next. Arranged for it to be delivered next Wednesday 25th September. My EQ told me that this Wednesday will be, so different, unique or my final one! Gerroff! 

Then, off to make a  fresh mug of Glengettie Gold. While waiting for the kettle to boil, I stood blankly staring out of the thick-framed, filthy, can’t be reached to clean new windows.

6Sat03WD 0.0.50 After a while, I realised that the birds were all over the skyline and zooming around the flats. Here was my chance to fetch the camera, to try to get a decent photo of them for the first time ever. It was not to be! I’m afraid! When I returned with the Canon, they had all disappeared! Grumph and Spittlegloblets!

WD 0.0.50 Turning to take the camera and mug of tea into the imitation of Steptoe & Son’s front room, And as Dizzy Dennis gave me sudden pasting, I spilt the tea on the floor, but retained my grip of the mug, at least! The spinning feeling went on that long, I considered pressing the alarm wristlet, for fear of it being something else, such as another Stroke. Especially as an instant headache affected me then. The problem, under the forehead, above the eyes still remains with me an hour later! But the dizzies have gone, so things will be okay methinks.

WD 0.0.50A I had a task-and-a-half in cleaning up the tea! The damned mop broke into two as I was using it. Thus the bucket of flash dosed water was tipped over! I have now got wet slippers and jammy-bottoms to wash. At least I kept my balance. I’m sure I’m going bonkers, cause I laughed at myself as I lunged at the draining board to stay upright! I actually thought it was funny through the pain! Help! Hehehe!

3Wed04I’m getting a smidge nervous of these new, hit me-like-a-ton-of-bricks, collapsing and giddy-making, light-headed, attacks, and hope that the appointment with the Falls Team, takes less than the average of up to 14 weeks. I found this out yesterday when I looked it up to find out where the Falls Team are located on the web. My nowadays stumbling block, ‘mathematics’ prevent me from working out what the average really is, with the information I found. Up to and For 9/10 patients threw me in a tizzy trying work it out. I can’t believe that at Tesco, I used to cash up for eight tills, and work out the Green Shield Stamps issued, as well, every day! Without any problems! Sad innit? Still, according to my EQ, things will become either clearer or non-existent next Wednesday! I can’t wait to find out what’s gonna go off! Hahaha! Of course, I’ll forget all about this by then!

So, a long time later, after I’d got things sorted again, I went back on the computer to make some graphics up. Four hours later, and I’d managed to do some page headers in advance. But was shattered and all in mentally, drained.

So, I got some fodder prepped. Baked seasoned beans, frankfurters and sourdough bread. If can get me head down afterwards and wake up again, I can work on some ‘Thoughts’ and get some templates done… He says more in vain hope than expectancy. Old Fool!

6Sat03aThe nosh was wonderfully tasty. No ageusia today! The chicken franks I got from the Ozan Store, were almost ambrosial. Despite my reading the ingredients on the wrapper! Hehe! Mechanically Separated Poultry Meat (40% Turkey, 22% Chicken), Chicken Fat with Skin, Water, Potato Starch, Salt, Antioxidant: E450, E315, Vegetable Powder (Beetroot), Dextrose, Flavour Enhancer: E621, Spices, Preservative: E250, Beefprotein, Spice Extracts, and Smoke! The sourdough baguette, soaked up the baked curried beans, and a Flavour-Rating of 8/10 given for this one.

I ate it all up! Then got the washing done. Settled in the rickety recliner, determined to get some head-down time. It didn’t happen. I la stewing in my thoughts for around five hours before eventually nodding off, so very late! Grumph!