Inchcockski – Monday 2nd December 2019: Failure, is part of my psyche, I’ve never known any alternative!

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Well, I copied it from Wikipedia!

Monday 2nd December 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 2il Rhagfyr 2019

01Dec 02

WD 0.30.0B 23:15hrs: I woke, coughed, passed wind, and struggled out of the £300 second-hand, horrendously stained-mucky beige-coloured, c 1968 recliner! The Porcelain Throne being my main point of concentration. I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick and manoeuvred my way around the clothes airer and bits of either nocturnal nibbling or some overnight disaster, to the wet room. With seconds to spare, I got seated as the evacuation began. Quick and painful, but not in the least messy, but the after-haemorrhaging was extravasate-like. Which may point to the internal haemorrhoids bleeding (which I can cope with and understand), or some other new problem? Oh, dear!

1Mon06WDP 11gRWD 0.30.0B Well, by Jiiminee, the pins (legs) had most certainly changed since yesterday! I wonder if the increase in the INR level affects the legs veins? I sure have a mess of assorted Clopidogrel grooves and ridges, varicose and spider veins, thrombosis (phlebitis). Chronic venous insufficiency (CVI), spots, bruises, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples and maculations. All showing through this morning! And RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) and BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) joining in as well. Cor Blimus! What a state! I’m eager to see how they will look in the morning, probably back to the calm state, I hope so anyway. This photo is one for the Tate Gallery. Hehehe!

I washed, medicated and contact points were antisepticated, and back to investigate the mess on the carpet near the recliner.

WDP 11eLWD 0.30.0B Lucky for me, the detritus was only from my nocturnal nibbling, which I have no memory of again? But a right feasting session I must have had. Crumbs from noshing some puff-pastry fingers and a few scattered chocolate peanuts were cleaned up. Leaving me with Back-Pain-Brenda and AIR (Arthur Itis Rheumatoid) giving me some hassle and discomfort. As I got upright, I spotted an empty salt & vinegar rice-pops bag as well, so collected it, dropped it in the waste bin and went to the kitchen, initially to take the medications.

WDPT03LWD 0.30.0B Boing! Again I had missed taking the evening medications. I took them and decided to take the mornings later on. Moved the handwashing on the airers. Made a brew, and got on the computer to make a start on the updating of the Sunday blog.

As I was setting things up, an idea for a funny (at least I thought so) poem came into my mind. I abandoned starting the post updating and got on with writing, no, creating the humorous ode. It just flowed! I title it Random, waffling thoughts from Inchcock!

Got it all finished, made a graphic and sent got off to WordPress.

Did the updating. With a horrendously unsatisfying stuck indoors day, only a couple of photos were taken, so it didn’t take too long to do.

Then another cuppa (the wee-wees were all SGSS [Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying] ones), and adjusted the handwashing again, and took three photographs of the view from the unwanted, unliked, impossible to reach to clean, light & view-blocking, thick-frames new windows. All in Night Panorama mode.

1Mon04

Nothing like as good as they looked on the camera viewer, Tsk!

I made a start on this post. Then went on the WordPress reader.

Bikkies dunked in a mug of tea, before the ablutionalisationalistic session.

Which was a stand-up-at-the-sink style, as it was a little too early to use the noisy shower! But it went well. Dropsies were again pestering, the toothpaste tube and brush (2), carbolic soap (getting less often now the bar is wearing down in size), flannel, and spectacles. The sock-glide battle was a draw.

I made up some black bags and took them to the waste chute. Got the nibbles in the bag, all dressed warmly and set off to the Winwood Court located ILC Sturmscharfhreress Warden’s Interview room and holding cell. Down in the lift, and along the link-passage. Swiped the door, and into the amazingly-warm welcoming walkway in Winwood Court. To the Sheriff’s office, and handed out the nibbles and Christmas treats and had a mini-natter. Then, into the big Winwood Social Room, had a chinwag with John and Welsh William then I moved along the second link passage to Winchester Court. Their foyer was being done-up, so we had to walk around the lift lobby an1Mon07d through links to the caretaker’s room, and out into the bright heatless sunshine and shiver-making cold!

I took a moody shot of the flats, with Woodthorpe Court being highlighted my heatless sunshine, showing the L9 bus stop sign.

1Mon08A decent ganglet of Winwoodonians had gathered at the bus stop, with a group waiting behind in the Winchester Rubbish cover, trying to keep warm. Angela, Chrissie, Roy with his deadly-to-others, shopping trolley. And the young very-well-off, fit, good-looking, everybody-loves-him, educated, gambling-mad, Nottingham Forest supporter, and family man Malcolm. Who resides two flats away from where I do (in comparative poverty). But it doesn’t bother me! Hahaha! Grand chap.

WDP 11fLWD 0.30.0B We were soon in town. Dropped off on Parliament Street, and hobbled to the Wilko Store. I went straight to where I found the kettle I liked the other day. But could not locate any on the shelves.  I eventually found an assistant to ask for help. She told me they had sold out, but she thinks some more should be arriving soon. What a shame! I pondered and made a decision. (It does happen, not very often I admit) As the Tuesday’s current After-Stroke Sessions have now ended, I would take a long hobble into Arnold in the morning, get some exercise, and call at Asda (Walmart), to get a kettle and some headphones from there! 

WDP 11eLWD 0.30.0B So, I thanked her and departed, along the road and into the Poundland Store. Where I arrived at the self-serve checkout and got a bit flustered! It was hectic, and I had a struggle with the Autonomic nerves causing me to drop so many items, it was embarrassing! I lost a bottle of disinfectant, then later a bag of sliced wholemeal cobs, and the most annoying one, the bag of Sherbert Saucers, or rather my efforts to pick it up! The nerve-ends were not responding to touch, and I kept on dropping it repeatedly! I tried with the left hand, but the Peripheral neuralgia-affected right side, would not support my weight as I leant against the checkout to get down. All-in-all, a farce! I could sense the impatience from the poor shoppers behind me in the queue. The area was in pandemonium, with everyone seemingly in a mad rush? Oh, dearie me!

1Mon09No good Samaritan to help or rescue this time, but in the end, I did retrieve the bag of Sherbert Saucers, paid and scuttled wobblingly out of the shop with a reddened face. Out on to Parliament Street, and into a mob of Nottinghamians, milling, rushing, threateningly around. I decided I’d had enough of this hassle, 1Mon09aand made my way towards the Slab Square, on my way to the L9 bus stop, to retreat.

The Poundland Store escapade had left me feeling a tad unconfident and nervous.

1Mon09bI limped around the Slab Square for a few minutes, avoiding the market and many game stall crowds. I took this photographicalisation of a tram leaving the City Centre. There was a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist in there when I took the shot, but he’s not there now. At least, I can’t find him. Hehe!

Up to the bus stop, and Louis from the Winchester Court flats was at the bus stop, and we had a natter waiting for the bus to arrive, late, which had us both a bit worried. It came late, and I sat in a different side-saddle seat, so I could chinwag with Louis. Which proved to be a mistake. There was no corner-back support to snuggle into on this seat, and I spent a harrowing journey back to the flats, struggling to stay in the position! Tsk!

Many other tenants joined us en route. Back at the flats, they all alighted, and I followed. But there was no chance of my catching them for a natter.

6Sat14I got through the Winchester round-about route, to the walk-through to the Winwood Social Room, empty, and then through the lobby into the Winwood-Woodthorpe link walkway. I met Riechsfhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana going in the opposite direction, we shared a few words and a 1Mon10smile. Which was nice!

Into the coldness of Woodthorpe Court, goose-pimples! I turned to take a picture of the new mobility-scooter storage and charging room.

1Mon11Then turned back, to take a shot of Woodthorpe lift lobby, and Christmas tree at the end. It looked to me as if the caretaker Steve, had been busy cleaning it up, while I’d been out galavanting. I reckon the lighting had been worked on as well, it was beautiful and bright in here today.

1Mon12In the elevator, the, whatever it was, that the Wilmott-Dixon lads had scraped the polished steel with, had done an excellent job on it. Luckily, it masked my reflection when I took the snap, so it isn’t all bad. Hahaha!

Up to the flat, got in and reflected on the altercations I’d had at the Poundland tills. If the nerves keep playing up like this, I could be in trouble and might need some assistant or help soon?

Josie called to return the plate, cutlery and tray from her Sunday nosh. She mentioned how much she enjoyed it. She handed me some salad and tomatoes, bless her. I’d just bought some ham trimmings from the Poundland shop, and will have lettuce, Dagwood style, later, I thanked her.

1Mon13I got some battered onions in the oven, and while they cooked, I got the plate of salad and Dogwood style wholemeal mini-cob sarnies made up. Added the onions, and with one of the Morrison substituted crap, flavourless, bruised apples, and a lemon mousse, completed the meal. It was good. 6/10 for taste-rating, it would have been higher, but for the lousy Morrison delivered pathetically insipid bashed about damaged, unwanted, horrible Braeburn apple!

I got the washing-up done. The handwashing was done, wrung and hung!

I got settled to watch a DVD – James Bond’s Moonraker. And what bits I stayed awake for, were better than I remembered them. The rewinding was regular. Hehe!

I had a DAAOJ (Drip-And-All-Over-Job) wee-wee. Back in the recliner that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC camera and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later)

WDP 14LWD 0.30.0B Where the mind-storming got out of hand. Worries, fears, inequalities, unfairness, Government and politician shenanigans, my ailments, global-warming. Even aliens living amongst us, murderers and terrorists freed to kill again. Brexit and the coming end of the world. All had a share of the waffle and confusion pinging and bouncing about in my mind.

I must have got to sleep eventually, cause I woke up later.

Inchcock Today – Friday 10th November 2017: A pernickety day. Humph!

Oh, sorry, there are three interloper friends and me in it!

Friday 10th November 2017

Hmong: Hnub Friday 10 Kaum Ib Hlis 2017

0055hrs: Stirred into imitation life. Pandiculated and got complaints from Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna for my efforts.

Pondered on what bits I could recall of the dream I had been having. I was lost in a three-storied pantagruelian abandoned factory… running up decaying stairways, falling through holes without harming myself, searching seemingly without knowing what I was trying to find? And I wore pyjamas and my old fishing wellingtons from 1970!

Slowly, the rumbling innards got through to my brain, as I was disentangling my flabby body-mass from the £300 second-hand recliner, I noticed many signs of Nocturnal Nibblings! Two empty mini-cheese packets, biscuit crumbs and two chocolate peanuts which had welded themselves between the folds in my horrendously wobbly belly. Tsk! And off to the Porcelain Throne session. Messy enough for me to take another ADRC capsule afterwards with the morning medications. Cleaned up, and into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medicines. Seems like a lot of variations this week. Ups and downs, like.

Made a mug of tea and got the computer on.

Got the Thursday post finished and posted off.

Then started on this one, getting up to hear, when I could hear noises – I put in the hearing aids and walked about trying to identify the noise that sounds a bit like something being dropped or falling. Surely, no one would use the refuse chute at 0249hrs in the morning? It seemed to be coming from different sides of the building at the same time, repeatedly for five minutes or so, then stopped? I hoped that the scaffolding had not collapsed somewhere. The sounds seemed to be coming from internally. Still, they have finished now.

Caught up on Facebooking next.

The computer slowed to a crawl again. Turned everything off and rebooted.

Made and sent a TFZer photo-graphic off.

Then I went on to the WordPress reader. A lot of excellent thought provoking stuff today.

Onto CorelDraw. Made some graphics tops for the upcoming diaries. Spent hours on the other TFZer ones.

Got the ablutions done and all dressed up warmly. Made sure I had the Audio Clinic Book with me, umbrella, collapsible walking stick, camera, mobile phone, bus pass, bank card, crossword book, the right glasses on my head, the hearing aids in the lug-holes and empty jars for the recycling bin and set out to the bus stop. Dropped the jats in the brown bin. It looked to me like the workmen were taking down the scaffolding?

Down to the hut and dropped off some nibbles for the Obergefreiteress Wardens, and on to the bus stop. A lady (Annette I think) there, and she was giving everyone who arrived a Christmas Card, bless her. The Bestwood Bus came and went, and only Annette and I got on the City bound one.

Getting onto the bus Dizzy Dennis came on instantly, no usual few seconds warning this time.  The disequilibrium and giddiness only lasted a couple of minutes, but this left me feeling a little perturbed. Especially as strangers already on the bus, and the driver asked if I was alright and told me I went pale and white suddenly.

Annette gave some cards out to people who got onto the bus later!

Off the bus and through the Slab Square to the audio building. Only to find the yhad no Audiologists on site today?

Well, that annoyed me, after all the hassle of getting there. I gave the lady a sweet smile and said: “Ah-well, not to worry, I’ll call again later” Why I said this, I have no idea.

I went to Fletcher Gate and into the Pound World shop to see if I could find any of the screw-top storage tubs or chocolate nougat. I found neither, but came out a considerable amount of money spent!

They had some Tetley’s Extra Strong tea bags at 80 for £2, so I bought the last two boxed on the shelf. Some nibbles and sweets for raffle prizes. Treated me with two packets of misshaped chocolate brazils and chocolate almonds.

Out of the store, with much less money in my pocket, (Hehe!) and back through the Slab Square.

The Nottinghamians did not seem to have cheered up at all from yesterdays visit. A quietude of sorts seemed to hang in the air?

Across the square and up to the bus stop, the feet, well toes, really hurting now. Then this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist actually clipped my shoulder as he went by me and up Parliament Street. I got the camera out to record this one, the naughty boy! I could have taken dozens of photographs of the cyclists on the pavements today, there were that many of them.

Caught the bus and had a go at the crosswords en route. I only got three answers all the trip, Tsk!

A painful limp to the apartment entrance an found that much of the fencing had been removed.

But some new scaffolding had been erected creating a little maze for us to get through to gain entry.

The balconies seemed untouched as I photographed upwards.

They warned us that it is going to get very noisy and dusty when they start on them.

I was surprised to realise I did not require a wee-wee or the use of the Porcelain Throne when I got inside?

Health Checks and medications were taken. Planned the nosh. I had forgotten to turn on the potatoes in the Crock-Pot when I left, so got two cheesy potatoes in breadcrumbs with cheese ready made cakes and a few potato letters (Both long-term residents from the depths of the freezer) and got them in the oven. Added later, the cod balls in the batter. Put the baked beans in the saucepan. Sliced up two gone-rather-soft tomatoes, opened the tin of Smoked mackerel in BBQ sauce onto the plate.

While I kept an eye on things as it cooked, I got the purchases put away. Made a brew with the new Tetley Extra Strong tea bags. Not bad at all. Not as good as the Yorkshire, Twinings Strong English Breakfast or Thompsons, but still good.

Perused the TV magazine and found a lot of good stuff on for me to watch. London’s Burning, Pie in the Sky, Hetty Wainthrope Investigates, The A-Team, Heartbeat then the England v Germany match! A perfick viewing session. (I thought!)

I phoned Sister Jane, she rang back. She was in the cafeteria with her mates. She’s going to ring me in the morning.

Getting the food of the oven, and guess what? Accifauxpa! Humph!

A dab of antiseptic cream applied, well, two actually. Hehe!

The food was superb! Even the old stuff from the bottom of the freezer was tasty!

However, the lemon yoghourt had gone-off and had to be ditched.

A call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A much better session. I think Diahorrea Donald is weakening.

Washed and changed into the night attire early, to watch all my favourite programmes in a marathon gogglebox sitting.

I got through London’s Burning with no nod-offs at all. Then, halfway through Pie in the Sky… I did nod off.

Waking up four hours later, the other things and the football I wanted to watch, all done and finished! Grumph!

Cunningly, I turned to the ITV +1 channel, but only caught the last minute of the game. 0-0.

Went and did the washing-up. The toes on the left foot were still very painful for some reason. Had I been doing too much hobbling?