Inchcock – Fri 1 Mar 2019: A disheartening, demoralising, off-putting Friday. Ah-well!

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2019 Mar 01

Friday 1st March 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sul 3 Mawrth 2019

WD 0.0.0a 01:25hrs. I woke to find a tenacious vagueness and strong-minded indeterminateness, had commandeered control of the grey-cells! (I like that phrase, makes me sound semi-intelligent. Hehe!) Joking aside, the first few hours after waking, had a murkiness of thought, and the mind did wander off of its own accord at times. Causing me to do some very odd stuff, and get things out of their usual timings and actions for a couple of hours or so, etc.

I lay there on the £300 second-hand, ci. 1968 recliner, for a long time, trying to get the brain-box into a usable state. Somehow, rather worryingly, I just did this without any feelings or concerns; I just seemed to accept this as usual, almost.

The first task on my getting out of the recliner was to make for the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket. Which I found to have been well used, but I could not recall having any nocturnal wee-wees? After the evacuation, I (Almost in autopilot mode) took the bin to the wet room and cleaned and disinfected it. 

WD 0.0.0a Drying off the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. And it could not have come at a more convenient time, for it was indeed an urgent and sudden one! Had I not been stood one pace away from the throne, I definitely would not have made it in time!  It was all over in 4Thu20seconds, with a strong tinge of green prominent. The bottom was sore.

I wondered if last nights ready made Morrison ‘The Best’ Hock, Leek & Potatoe Gratin might have been the cause? I checked the contents on the label. But, the writing was so microscopic. Even with the reading glasses on, I could not decipher the wording. A failed search for the spy-glass followed. So, I still don’t know. I have another one in the fridge,  might be on the safe side and throw it away, or give it to someone… no, that would not be fair. I’ll dish it; I think, just in case.

I got the computer going, downloaded the photos and got them ready to use. Then instead of updating and finishing posting yesterday’s blog, for some unknown reason, I found myself starting today’s diary?

After an hour or so, I realised that I had not taken the medications or done the Health Checks yet either. Klutz! So, did them (Well not really, but at the time I thought I had).

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Sys well up, as was Pulse, and Temp. 

Back on the computer, I intended to have a go at finalising the Thursday post, but went back to updating this one? The fuzzy wayward brain had not cleared yet, then. Tsk!

I was summoned back to the Porcelain Throne and did not delay in my response, straight to the wet room. A repeat style of evacuation. This time, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding. A lot of painful medicating and cleaning-up was needed in all departments. Now, at last, the brain accepted that things were not good. I applied the Cortiscorticosteroid cream carefully. Then I had a check of the pin’s condition.

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Well, well, well, look at how the pins (legs) have gone now. Right leg far more filled with fluid than the left one, top and bottom. The right ankle had lost fluid, and the left had gained it? But, the mystery wound looked to be clearing up. Apart from an apparently new little growth in the centre? Well, it stops me getting bored with the ailments, at least. It was now that I realised I was having no bother (Apart from Duodenal Donald) from Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Kidney Ache Kevin, Back-Pain-Brenda, Hernia Harry or any other of the ailments! The brain seemed to be regaining some control now!

Got a wash-up, and went to the kitchen to make a brew of tea.

5Fri004WD 0.0.0a I decided to use the new Nikon camera to make a panorama shot of outside. I opened the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window. But yet again, I failed to get the camera to accept making a wide shot! Grrr! Why this is I don’t know. I think I am having problems with the gentle shakes in the hands as I move the camera, perhaps?

WD 0.0.0a So, I got the step ladder, climbed up and knocked the dodgy knee as I did so! The straight-ahead shot of the skyline was done with ease. But the leaning out over the stupid wide ledge they have fitted to the unwanted windows made it difficult, if unsafe really.

I’d like to know what Nottingham City Homes has against old photographers! Hehehe!

I can see the headlines now: Bald little fat pensioner photographer falls from 12th-floor! Camera get broken. The funeral is on Tuesday next at 0145hrs. Camera for sale: Nikon Coolpix B700, slightly damaged – offers considered. An underused brain, Cancer ridden bladder, Part-used mechanical heart valve, misshaped jointed patella, walking sticks, dodgy kidney, and an assortment of medications. Also, a sphygmomanometer, shrivelled prostate, 30fluid ounces of Warfarin infected blood (ready bagged-up), ready-filled Enoxaparin hypodermics, plastic/polyethlene hip, Stent, various creams and lotions, jaw with only four teeth, nineteen pairs of spectacles, thermometers, and hearing aids are now available for laboratory experiments. Hahaha!

I was not too impressed with the new cameras results either. Grump-Mode-Engaged!

Back to the computer. An hour or so later, Anne Gyna began to give me some stick – then I realised I had also forgotten to take the medications!

5Fri007aBack to the kitchen and took the tablets and medicines.

WD 0.0.0a I made a mug of tea. This was when I realised how hot the ageing kettle is now getting, as the water boils. Ah, well, as Timothy Schaffert, in The Coffins of Little Hope, said: “I thought it such a shame that our culture had not devised a way to defang old age. A sophisticated civilization wouldn’t ridicule senility, it would elevate it, worship it, wouldn’t it? We would train ourselves to see poetry in the nonsense of dementia, to actually look forward to becoming so untethered from the world. We’d make a ceremony of casting off our material goods and confining ourselves to a single room, leaving all our old, abandoned space to someone new, someone young, so that we could die alone, indifferent to our own decay and lost beauty.” I think he has a point. Huh!

Back to the computer, and as the brain seemed to have improved, I updated this blog to here, then got on with finishing off the Thursday post. Beit belatedly.

All done by 0645hrs.

Went on the WP reader and sent some photographs to Pinterest. Took the eighth wee-wee of the morning. All were of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) classification.

Made another mug of tea. Made a Vegemite sarnie and got a bag of Marmite crisps for brekkers.

Did the Health Checks and midday meds.

Went on TFZer and Facebooking putting on photos.

From here on everything is a vague, confused memory until around 1500hrs. I assume that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun had had a go at me.

WD 0.0.0a I ‘came-out-of-it’ around this time, and returned to semi-awareness. I was sat in the computer chair (lucky I had not fallen out of it, really).

Got the battered fish fingers and fries cooking in the oven, then I did the Health Checks, and took the medications. I felt so tired.

1Mon99bHad a marathon LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee), and a wash.

Served up the fodder. Chestnuts, battered fish fingers, mushrooms, tomatoes, fries, and onions.

WD 0.0.0a I was in the recliner with the nosh in the tray on my knee and had turned on the TV to watch ‘Boon’. I nodded off, waking to the closing title screen scrolling. I finished the bits on the plate and picked up those that had fallen off the tray.

‘Pie in the Sky’ started, and I nodded-off several times, before giving up.

Another wasted day.

Tsk!

 

 

Goose Fair visit Friday 6th October 2017 – Photographicalisations

Looking back, this visit was not a good idea. Old Inchcock was not in the best of health, spirits or condition. But the fool really wanted to get some photographs of the Goose Fair to put on his blog.

So he set off and caught a bus into town and a tram out to the Fairground on the Forest Recreation Ground. Of course, the idiot didn’t realise that he’s gone too early, and the fair would not be open yet, some stallholders and ride owners were not in attendance, however!

So he poddled to the Asda Store and got off the tram to get some fish to kill some time.

When he had walked back to the Forest the place was still not open. So he took a hobble around with his trusty camera at the ready, anyway.

Entering, he saw that the food outlets near the entrance were all there getting things ready to overcharge the Nottingham populace when they had returned from collecting their dole money and shoplifting.

The old Horses ride seemed ready for the Nottinghamians to arrive. I liked the running board on it, all ready to trip someone up.

There were three similar rides to this he noticed on his limp around. Six giant teacups to be spun around in?

He was very interested in these old working lorries. But annoyed that the bright cold sun was making it difficult for the old-codger to get decent photographicalisations.

He managed to take this one of the ready to go Big Wheel, turned and nearly tripped over a power cable laid across the ground.

The old galoot was impressed with this ride. He thought back to his younger days and the sad fact that he never owned a train set. The twit was already in a depressed mood with this noisy neighbours clanging and banging for the flat above his, the toothache and today, Anne Gyna giving him some lousy stick, now the clot has started looking back on his life! The Fool!

On the back row of food stalls, he noticed that despite an excellent mix of foods being cooked on the various outlets, he could not identify the origin of any of them? A wide choice on offer, though. West Indian, Chinese, Burgers, Hot Peas, Seafood, Sweets, Polish, Slushes, Ice-creams and so many BBQ ones.

His favourite food one was the BBQ Smoker Train with the oven where the engine should have been. He remembered this one from last year when he made a graphic of the photo he took then. He thought he would try to do another one this year. Funny how he can remember that when his can’t remember what he had for a nosh and forgot to take last nights medications?

As he left to catch the tram into the City and a bus to his living cube in the sky, exhaustion overcame the coffin-dodger, his innards started to rumble and grumble, wind escaped from his rear quarters, and Dizzy Dennis visited him.

The oldfangled fellow felt fatigued but glad he had got these photographs taken today for his beloved (But only by him) blog.

As he travelled in the fully ladened tram, having to stand cause it was full, he thought… “Oh… did I put me sim-card in the camera?”

Sad innit?