Inchcock Today – Fri 1 Nov 2019: A promlematicalisational day. A painful one, physically and mentally. Grumph!

Nov 01 2019

2019 Tnov 01

Friday 1st November 2019

Bulgarian: Петък 1 ноември 2019 г.

0Nov 01

1Mon03

01:35hrs: I woke, disencumbered the 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 took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later) £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner of my body-mass. Positioned myself semi-perpendicular, and almost without realising it, found myself in the wet room, and dropping the PPs to use the Porcelain Throne, when I discerned I didn’t need to!

WDP09LWD 125.0.0 So, I had a wee-wee, and it was another of the rare, but long, long, ongoing, ‘When will it ever stop’, LSDOP (Long-Slow-Drawn-Out-Painful) variety. The pain with it was not precisely excruciating, but it was there for the entire time the wee-weeing took place, and that was a good few minutes it lingered on afterwards! Definitely got an infection in the bladder again! Humph!

While it was slowly trickling out, I pondered on the day’s needs, thus not overthinking about the uncomfortable searing stings from the piddling session. A day indoors today, cause the things are to be delivered from Amazon, between 07:00 and 22:00hrs, and the Stroke After Care man said he would call if he could find the time!

5Fri01I got in the kitchen what seemed like hours after I’d woken up, but it was only half an hour or so. I took the medications and made a brew, the first of oh so many today! The thirst was with me again and as strong as ever. I leaned out of the appallingly badly designed new kitchen window, to take a shot of the morning view.

WDP 08L01WD 125.0.0 I got the computer on and began to update yesterday’s blog. I knew it would take me a long time, cause I had taken so many pictures while I was out and about. As I stood up to go for another wee-wee, Back-Pain-Brenda gave me one heck of a twinge! I froze where I was, dropped the stick WDPH01Land nearly went over. But my being such a fit, athletic, in tip-top condition, agile, nimble sort of energetic young man, I used my tremendous courage and physical abilities to avoid falling over. This may be pandiculating the truth a tad? Hehehe! This wee-wee was another unsettling LSDOP type.

It was cold in the flat this morning. Everything had shrunken that could do. Hehe!

WDP09LWD 125.0.0 The getting the post finished and sent off to WordPress, took me over five hours in the end! The slog was broken by five trips to the loo, every one of the LSDOP style! But at least the expected and anticipated further Libert-Global Virgin Media Internet going down on me didn’t happen. Yet! I went on the WordPress reader section, not a lot on there. But what was on, shone out.

I made an Iceland order.

Then got the ablutions done. And they went well for once. I needed another Porcelain Throne visit, too. Yes, a few dropsies; Toilet roll, toothbrush and paste tube, shaving foam can, razors, soap and Haemorrhoid Harold’s cream; but minimal bleeding, no toe stubbings, clouts again anything hard, and I avoided the sock-glide battle by leaving the 5Fri006socks off! Smugness Creeping in Here! Haha!

WDPright05aWD 125.0.0 But, however, and notwithstanding, the pins were in a right mess again. Paler than never, new blotches and blood papsules, spider, lymph vessels. CVI (phlebitis) and Clopidogrel. But the lumps and Varicose veins seemed far less obvious?

Also, the old ankle ulcer had calmed down from yesterday.

5Fri005WD 125.0.0On the L9 coming home yesterday, the bus went around a corner sharply, and I banged my arm against the trolley handle. I remember saying to Louie, well that’s another bruise to come up and laughing about it.

5Fri007Well, here it is (Above) Humph!

I got myself dried and freshly adorned. And found a letter had been delivered while I was ablutionalisationing. From the Stroke CityCare team. Six pages, with forms to fill in. They are 5Fri007ccalling next Friday 11:40 to 12:40hrs.

It’s getting misty now and light drizzle with it. I took a break from the sending-me goggle-eyed computerisationing and got the much-belated hand-washing done. Only a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of socks. Wrung them out and got the shirt hanging above the sink in the kitchen, and the diabetic bamboo socks on the flat airer.

5Fri08I checked on the Tracker for the Amazon deliveries. Best as I could tell, the torches and tea bags might arrive for 19hrs, and the Dressing Gown via Post Office delivery could be about October next year. Haha!

I daren’t go out to take any rubbish to the chute, in case a delivery arrives and I miss the intercom… that’s assuming it will be working today?

WD 125.0.0 I got some graphicalisationing started in CorelDraw, to get me ahead with the task hopefully. It was a slow grind, with the fingertips often losing sensation and causing me all sorts of messes to try and sort out, Tsk!

After giving up on the computerisationing, due to the ailments granted adscititious hassle, and the ever-correcting mistakes problem it was causing me. Not the least is the frustration and the mind’s acataphasia, I had to surrender.

5Fri13WD 125.0.0Ar5Fri09ound 14:00hrs, the doorbell chimed, and a highly-stressed looking Post Office worker, delivered the parcel containing the cheapo-clearance sale priced dressing gown. Which was a bit of a disappointment in many ways. The deep brown colour on the one shown on Amazon (Left), turned out to be a terribly uneven beige sort of tone, Mind you, I am partially colour blind. I opened the package, and bits of cotton fell out of it. Took the towelling cotton gown out, and even more bits of fluff and white cotton ended up on the carpet. I hung up the purchase to photograph it, and left a trail of bits from junk room to the kitchen, in the hallway. Closer inspection, and reading of the paperwork, this was a one-size option? Although I clicked on Large/Extra Large on the order page, the thing was a little small for my endomorphic, adipose, and overweight, many stomach-folds and chins adorned body to fit into. Hey-Ho! Always the Shlimazel!

I cleaned up the kitchen tops a bit, made a brew of Glengettie. Rearranged the drying handwashing, and went for a wee-wee.

WD 125.0.0 Crikey! What a one that was! A multiple-problem one! To start with, it was another BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee. But Little Inchies fungal lesion was haemorrhaging. After cleaning and medicating, then changing the PPs, the wee-weeing started again! This time it was a totally different style, in the LSDOP (Long-Slow-Drawn-Out-Painful) mode. Humph!

5Fri10Around 15:25hrs, the intercom lit-up and rang out. Fortunately, I was in the hallway at the time, it was the Amazon delivery.  I opened the foyer door and waiting for the chap to arrive at the flat. He handed the parcel over, I thanked the young man, off he shot, and I took the stuff into the kitchen, to open and inspect the contents.

5Fri11I tried out one of the wind-up torches, and it worked fine. I left one on the Ottoman near the recliner, for my use, and put the other three away as pressies for Christmas. I resisted making a brew of the Punjana black tea, I would enjoy that treat in the morning, I was too tired to appreciate it at the moment. I still had a part-filled mug of Glengettie anyway.

So, now I could start on the meal preparation. I got some black bean sauce and chopped some tomatoes in with it, got it in the saucepan warming up slowly, and kept an eye on it, stirring it regularly. The oven had been heating up to low heat for hours in readiness.

5Fri14WD 125.0.0 I opened the tray of vegetable risotto. Punctured the film, and got it into the oven. 

I checked and stirred the sauce and tomatoes, and realised I had put in Korean BBQ sauce my mistake for the black bean sauce! But I left it. I even added a drop of the Sukang Puti vinegar to the mix as well. I’ll try anything once. Haha! 

While the Vegetable Risotto cooked, I kept stirring the sauce in the pan, while I had a look at the contents of the meal on the sleeve label. They were: Cooked Risotto Rice (36%) (Water, Risotto Rice), Tomato (20%), Roasted Vegetables (16%) (Red Onion, Courgette, Red Pepper, Butternut Squash), Onion, White Wine, Water, Vegetable Oils (Rapeseed, Sunflower), Pesto Sauce (3%) (Sunflower Oil, Basil, Medium Fat Hard Cheese [Milk], Salt), Regato Cheese (Milk), Garlic, Herbs, Garlic Purée, Demerara Sugar, Cornflour, Salt, Tomato Purée, Rehydrated Sun-Dried Tomato, Black Pepper, White Wine Vinegar, Basil, Sugar, Garlic Extract, Basil Extract. Mmm?

I put a sourdough baguette in the oven half-way through cooking. Got a Limoncello dessert, a bottle of fresh orange juice and an apple on the tray with the cutlery all ready for dining! And awaited the feast to cook!

5Fri12The mixture did not look overly attractive when I served it up and mixed in the Korean BBQ sauce and tomatoes in the dish.

What a stab in the dark meal, but it was the best, the most enjoyable one I’ve had in ages! Gorgeous Flavour! The Aldi sourdough baguette was warm inside and so crispy crusted! I’d overcooked it a bit, but it turned out lovely! The vegetable risotto and BBQ sauce went down a right treat! Even the few drops of the Sukang Puti Vinegar could be tasted. This must be the most potent vinegar on the market? The Taste-Rating of 9.25/10 was deserved!

I dined and wallowed in delight as I gobbled-up the meal. And felt well surfeited afterwards. I lay there, satisfied and happy, then fell-asleep. 

WD 125.0.0 I woke an hour or so later, in a desperate need of a wee-wee. And what a calamity followed as I tried to get up quickly out of the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched the flat for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, to go for my wee-wee! .

WDPright03WD 150.0.0a I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, and entirely concentrating on getting to the wet room, didn’t realise that the food tray was still on my knees, it fell off, I wobbled, lost control (still half-asleep?) of the stick, and fell in a heap over the Ottoman. Knocking over the airer and handwashing on my way to the floor! Hit my chin and caught the right arm on the bruise, then all was silent. I lay there, I must have looked like a collapsed rhinoceros amidst the clothes, the now bent airer, and the walking stick having come to rest close to the Little Inchy location! I freed myself of the entangled airer and clothing and moved away on my knees, which started Arthur Itis off, I moved to some stable furniture and used it to get myself back on my feet, (Not an easy task!), retrieved the stick, and off to the wet room!

wdp02LeftWD 125.0.0 But I didn’t make it in time! My earlier joy at the wonderful meal, dissipated, to be replaced with an ‘Embarrassing and Self-deprecation’ mood! At my age, something like this has to happen! Even the wee-wee (what was left off it), was one of the RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) type! Humph! I cleaned things up, changed clothes, and put on a new set of PP’s.

Well, I could have done without that series of Whoopsiedangleplops!

WDPright02WD 125.0.0 The Arthur Itis knees, Back-Pain-Brenda and a new pain in the ribs, now! I had to sort out the room. The airer is now bent out of shape. (As would be most things that my substantially voluminous, jelly-mould body falls on!)

The tray and cutlery had to be collected and washed. The carpet had to be cleaned with the brush and dustpan (carefully), too late to use the hoover. The clothes refitted on the airer, which was still working!

WD 125.0.0 Then, sod-me, I needed another wee-wee, this time I fetched the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). It was a different type again! Of the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) variety. I wonder what the hell is going off with the bladder?

I got a wash and changed PP’s again, just in case anything happens later. Got a drink of Springwater by the recliner and sat down on it… not the springwater, the chair! Much to the displeasure of Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda.

WDP 12cHowever, despite the recent altercationalistic happenings, sleep actually came, no getting up for any wee-wees, no dream and no ailment pains woke me up? They perhaps felt sorry for me? Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Friday 25th October 2019:

2019 sOct 25

2019 sOct 25

Friday 25th October 2019

Javanese: Jumuah 25 Oktober 2019

Oct 25

WD 0.0.50 02:25hrs: I woke, and again, in the blink of an eye, I was in need of the Porcelain Throne. Getting to be a habit this is. I reckon it must be the fourth morning in a row now! The task of going through the series of After-Stroke physio moves as recommended, well, more like commanded or demanded, had to be abandoned.

I tackled the sometimes laborious and painful job of getting my chunky-but-wobbly body out of the 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 took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Out of interest, I think he has since made and is operating a drone, to spy on me!

I seem to be getting the hang of this four-pronged walker now, I got to the wet room without any walking into anything, tripping myself up, or knocking owt down or over! Smug-Cocksure-Mode-Adopted. (Albeit, only momentarily).

The evacuation was quick, I had no control over this, it did it of its own accord. But, the mess it sprayed and left all over, left, took some cleaning up. Ah, well! Washed the dandies and wiped the contact points with antiseptic disinfectant.

To the kitchen, used the prongs to stand the stick upright, while I took the medications, moved the handwashing to the drier, and made a brew of tea.

6Sat05aWD 0.0.50A Walking into the stick and knocking it over, was painless… Hitting my knuckles on the tabletop counter, it should have hurt me, but didn’t at all! With the right-hand side nerves not getting messages to the brain with the Peripheral Neuralgia, this is one time I was happy to have the affliction. Hehe! The nerves-ends must have been having one of their on-strike moments when I clouted my hand! Which of course meant, when they came back on-line so to speak, I got a shocking pain and wondered what the hell it was, then realised.

I took a picture of the morning view from the unwanted, cumbersome, heavy, dangerous, 5Fri02thick-framed, uncleanable, light & view-blocking new kitchen window. It came out not too bad, I had changed back to using the Nikon camera. I’d forgotten how to change it to Night-View.  Shlimazel! Sad it is!

5Fri01WD 0.0.50 I went to fetch the till receipt from yesterday, to help me remember things for the diary updating, from the trolley-guide bag. Oops! I’d left some stuff in the bag overnight. These are the three diaries, and two boxes of chocs left to give out, the sherberts saucers, toothpaste and can of beef I’d bought from the Poundland store.

I was so determined to get on with the updating of the Thursday blog, but several things hog-tied my hopes. The hands and fingertip nerves were not in full-time use this morning, the droning whining noise that permeates all around the building was getting on my nipples, destroying any concentration, and mind was continually going blank on me, so many words I had to look up, just escaped my grey-cells! Then, the worst, but not least expected…Virgin (4b)

So, I made a written list of things to get from Morrison’s, when Mr Fries company kindly got back going, I made up an order and sent it off. I’m really weed-off. It took me until gone 7:30hrs before I got the post finished. Globangrations!

Virgin (4b)

Sodditt Down again! Going to go out!

5Fri007I got ready, and in a slightly pee’d-off mood, I set out into the rain I (again), out and along Chestnut Walk outside the flats.

The vehicles were still parked around the bus-turning island. Humph!

5Fri007cThere were car parking spaces free, but then they may not have been when the thoughtless but desperate folks parked naughtily. They may have not had any option but to park causing an impediment to the bus drivers?

It’s not going to be easily solved.

5Fri08I got to the bus stop, one chap already there in the shelter. We were soon joined by others, and a little chinwag was enjoyed. The winter leaves were falling as well as the rain. The trolley wheels will get stuck up with leaves and roadside detritus, and need cleaning-up before getting back to the flats, methinks.

2Tue10WD 0.0.50 A bit of flooding on Chestnut Walk.

As the wind blew the rain into the bus stop, the City-bound bus arrived and departed. Moments later, the Bestwood L9 came, and I ensconced my self in the corner side-saddle seat. There were many shopping trolleys and walker-guides already on the bus, and more joined them when the tenants boarded the bus. Until we got to Sherwood, when many alighted, it was a bit of a struggle to get settled comfortably. I had a natter with some other passengers, but they were too far away from me to follow the conversation correctly, but the odd smile and bursts of laughter were appreciated, cheered me up a tad.

When we got in Arnold, a complete stranger to me lady, helped me off of the bus, when she saw my arm and leg shaking. I tried to thank her, but she shot off when we got down onto the pavement. I crossed the road and went into the Wilko store, in search of their chocolate-covered peanuts. I got to the shelves where they were stored, but could not find any on show. However, I did invest in some yoghourt covered nuts, chocolate-covered brazil nuts, plain walnut-halves and a bottle of the Wilko Liquid Soapflakes. Oh, and the nuts were in recyclable packets, too!

WD 0.0.50 Near the checkouts, I dropped some bags of peanuts, and as I was struggling to retrieve them, and the same kind lady from the bus earlier appeared from nowhere, and picked them up for me! To the checkout and paid the £7.33 bill, and the shaking started as I was putting the purchases in the trolley bag and lost some packets, the till lady came around and picked up the dropped packets, and loaded the trolly-bag as well, for me! 

I seem to be coming across some kind Nottinghamian’s this week, bless them, thank you all! ♥

WD 0.0.50 Out into the rain, and I hobbled, avoiding the deep puddles, to the Boyds Store in search of some Magnesium tablets, but they didn’t have any on sale today. So I limped down to the Saver Shop, and they didn’t have any in, either. Humph!

I called into the Iceland store. I came out with a frozen Sausage & Bean Casserole ready-meal. Yoghourt peanuts and some Sherbert saucers. Paid-up, and made ‘my getting wetter by the minute’ way, to the Asda (Walmart) store. Where I got carried away again, buying fodder! I got to the self-serve checkouts with: Handwash liquid, fresh tomatoes, lemon yoghourts, Cox’s apples, a milk roll loaf, fresh mushrooms and a packet of Wholemeal slice in half cobs, that were really soft and fresh, to give to Mary when I call to see her at her flat on the way home. I’ve not seen her lately, hope she’s okay. If I cannot get to see her, I’ll ask about her welfare at the Warden’s Holding-Cell office.

5Fri09I paid the demands of the machine, (£7.84) and somehow got everything in the trolley-bag and carrier.

As I was leaving the store, I got involved in a rare Pedestrian Jam, as opposed to a Traffic one! Hehehe!

5Fri10I hobbled along, doing my best to control the trolley-walker, as it leant one way then the other, always threatening to topple over, on the hill up to High Street shelter, to await the arrival of the L9 bus.

WD 0.0.50 The bus-shelter was cram-packed with Nottinghamian’s all trying to get out of the rain. They did not appreciate me inching my way in to join them, and seemed disgusted with the trolley-guide as they were forced to make way for me. Humph’s and Tuts were heard! Hehe! After several buses arrived, the mob thinned out, though.

I did notice that Asda had added a giant poster to their self-service petrol station wall.

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I took the photo of it, then a zoomed-in shot to see what it was they were displaying. A perfect idea that; why not a poster showing alcoholic Special-Offers at a petrol station! I thought this a bit naughty.

WD 0.0.50 The L9 came, and I struggled to get on the bus, with the Peripheral Neuralgia inspired right leg, kicked-off on one its Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines. Talk about bad timing! The driver gave me look that said; “Bloody hell, another idiot!” After I’d settled in the end side-saddle seat, where more support is available, the leg gave-up dancing. When we got two stops, further along, Mary got on the bus! Another friendly set of passengers and a half-followed conversation and giggle ensued en route to Daybrook. Next stop, the lady who assisted me off the bus, and saved the day in Wilko’s got on, and the laughter increased. Most folks got off in Daybrook, and Mary and I had a chucklesome waffle, but I’m not sure if either of us heard the slightly hudibrastic things that the other was saying correctly or not. Haha!

WD 0.0.50 But I had an attack of cramps en route!

We arrived back at the flats, as the rain was easing off at last. I remembered to give Mary the wholemeal cobs (Nearly forgot to, though!), and we walked back to Woodthorpe Court, parting in the lift as she got off on the first floor as we said our farewells.

WD 0.0.50 I went up to the twelfth and got in making for the WC, and had a CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) wee-wee. Blimey, it came out with a belated vengeance! I had to wipe-up the splashback areas, including myself!

5Fri12I made up a sort of pot-luck, Heath Robinson affair of a stew. A can of stewed steak, added mushrooms, tomatoes and black bean sauce. Left it simmering for ages, but remembering to stir it regularly. Stripped off and got into the fresh jammies, and got the handwashing soaking in the bowl in the sink while the fodder cooked.

I had a taste of the stew when pouring it into the dish, and it was a winner flavour-wise! I 5Fri14had an apple and a lemon yoghourt for afters. I took a can of Diet sugar-free Pepsi to guzzle afterwards. My Taste-Rating was 8.8/10, Cowabunga! The light lemon yoghourt was excellent!

After feasting, and having some Milk Roll bread with the meal, I decided to get the handwashing rinsed and on the hangers or airers to start drying. They might be dry enough to wear by about February. He-he!

5Fri16

5Fri15The heat from the airers helps warm the place up a bit.

I got the pots washed. Then took a completely different to the last one, LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee, and got settled in the 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 took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, recliner, and turned on the TV. Which turned-out to be a waste of time! I repeatedly nodded-off and woke again… I think I did stay awake long enough to watch the first half of the Kitchen from Hell episode but drifted off properly then.

Not that I stayed awake, although I can’t remember doing it, there were signs of nocturnal nibbling found in the morning. Lamentable Lad that I am!

Inchcockski – Thur 24 Oct 19: Computer hassle, got soaked through. Wee-weeing too much, and had a nightmare!

2019 sOct 24

2019 sOct 24

Thursday 24th October 2019

Italian: Giovedì 24 Ottobre 2019

Oct 24

03:40hrs: I stirred, and again there was no time for faffing about. I needed to haul up my onerous, flabby, hawgly body from the recliner posthaste, and get to the Porcelain Throne! Which I did, despite the complaining from Arthur Itis.

 WD Indigo I almost fell-over my stick en route, banged my elbow on the door frame, but made it in time, by the skin of my teeth! The session was fine, with no huffing and puffing, messiness, or bleeding. Fine! To the kitchen.

WD Indigo I got the medications taken, made a brew, and got the computer on. The TFZer Facebooking caught up with, next, got on with updating yesterday’s blog. Which took me a long time again. The fingers were losing and regaining sensitivity to touch on and off all day, really.

WD Indigo Then…

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WD Indigo 4Thu01So, I gave up computerisationing and got the ablutioning tended to. The knees didn’t look too bad this morning. However, with the right hand and fingers nerve-ends still playing up, there were plenty of dropsies, toilet roll, flannel, toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving foam, razors, towel… on and on! Hehe!

I got dressed and made another mug of tea. Took these pictures below, in different modes.

1Mon09a

1Mon09bAS I went back into the junk room two (living room), I espied a lot of mess on the front of the electric fire? Dirt and dust. I thought I’d gt it cleaned up.

WD Indigo A mistake that. Cause I foolishly got the rag and spray and got down to clean it up, and that was that for about ten minutes. My struggle to get back up, was eventually successful, well, partially anyway! Without my leaving the new four-prongs walking stick nearby, I might well still be down there on the carpet! The mess is still there, awaiting my next brave-moment coming, so I can tackle it again! Back-Pain-Brenda and Arthur Itis were not happy!

WD Indigo Back on the computer and it was working again, flipping slow instead of Terribly slow. Haha!  The WordPress site then took over as CATP (Chief-Aggravationionalisitcal-Torment provider)! So, I gave up once again. And decided to catch a very late L9 bus into town, to try and get the black-book Diaries from the Poundland shop, so I could hand them out as Christmas pressies, and get some Lavender Dettol as well. I swapped the items from the sleeveless jacket, into the old heavy tweed coat, and found to my utter amazement, that it fitted my bulbous body!

Then got the black bags made up and taken to the chute, then returned to recheck that things were not left on or off that shouldn’t be. Got two potatoes in the slow-cooker, and set off down the lift, to visit the Wardens Holding-Cells and Interrogation Office with the nibble bag, on my way to the bus stop.

4Thu03I got in the lift, finding a bit of a mess on the floor. Out and turned right along the link-passage through Winwood Court to the Chief Obergruppenführeress’s Interrogation Room. The wonderful welcoming heat hit me as I got into the Winwood Court part. I would have been happy to move into living in this place!

Had a natter, and I cunningly found out that a 2020 dairy would go down as an acceptable gift. (I asked them Hehe!) Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Deana and Oberstgruppenfhüreress Julie were both in the cell when I arrived. Nibbles distributed, chinwag enjoyed, farewells exchanged, and off to the bus stop.

WD Indigo I sat in the Winchester Court foyer for a few minutes, as the weather outside was offering torrential rain! But had to go out in it, as the time for the bus’s arrival drew near. I found Christine, Frank, and John out there, hiding inside the entrance to the caretaker’s bin room, keeping out of the rain. We had a laugh and natter, then moved to the bus stop.

4Thu04I got off at the terminus on Queen Street, brolly up and started to walk down to the Slab Square. I soon found I was having great difficulty in controlling the three-wheel-walker, with one hand, and trying to keep the umbrella up with the other! It was challenging and painful too.

4Thu05Using the one hand had brought on the nerve insensitivity, and taking photographs of any quality proved hit and miss, mostly miss!

WD Indigo I had a bit of a comical moment with the trolley, though. I was still on an incline when I took a picture of a lady and daughter in the rain. Holding the brolly and using the camera with one hand and brolly in the other, and this was taking some concentration and effort on my behalf. I was not aware that I had not put the brakes on the trolley until just after taking the shot, and feeling for the trolley handle which was no longer there, a lady, who had retrieved the walker as it ran down the hill, was returning it to me! The almost laughing, smiling lady was so kind and understanding and asked if 4Thu06she would mind if she related the incident to the staff at work because it was so entertaining to her! She said, as I humbly and embarrassingly thanked her, she was a nurse at the Queens Medical Centre. I’m sure my face turned red, despite the cold wind and rain! Hahaha! I hope she doesn’t tell the local radio or newspaper about it, though. But if she reads this, thank you again, Elsie!

4Thu07I turned onto Long Row and ensconced myself under the eaves of the shop fronts to take some pictures. At least I could use both hands now, to take the shots!

Nottingham’s Pavement Cyclists didn’t take long to appear as I scanned the scene for an interesting shot. This one on the left was particularly dangerous to the pedestrians around him. Swine!

The rain was obviously not going to ease-off, so I hobbled out into and through it and made my way to the Poundland store. I was well soaked by the time I got there. The tweed coat weighed so much, with the sodden rain on it. The hands and fingers were playing up, and Arthur Itis started kicking off, the rain soaking the trousers, I suppose? The shop had none of the black diaries left, but I found some others to get. I ended up getting: Some sherbert saucers, chocolates for nibbles, wholemeal cobs, toothpaste, can a beef, and five diaries.

Paid at the self-service tills, packed the bags and out on my way back to the bus stop. I hobbled through the square to Queen Street.

4Thu08dI stopped on South Parade, got under cover, and took this shot of the tram stops with the messy untidy horribly hidly-piddly, slatternly slab Square.

It’s a good job the trams are heavy, cause there was enough rainwater flowing down over the lines to take out a canoe or two. Hahaha!

4Thu08eWD Indigo The bus stop stay was a long one and a wet one. The roof of the shelter leaked, and cunningly filled the bag on the trolley without my noticing at first, Humph! Luckily I had put the new diaries in an ordinary carrier bag, then into a strong thicker one, wrapped the plastic around it and put it in the trolly bag on top. Then I saw that the carrier bag I had on the handlebars, had partly filled with rain as well! And, the bus was 12-minutes late in arriving, so I got even wetterer!

4Thu08FOther potential passengers had gone to catch another bus by then. When I got on, I was the sole passenger!

There are always passengers getting on at the Victoria Centre stop, and I was surprised as the bus shot by, and nearly got tumbled out of the side-saddle seat, when he jammed on the brakes to stop further along. Many of our residents got on at a different bus number’s stop? It appears that gas works on the main road, had forced a temporary moved for the L9 – and nobody had informed the driver! He was not a happy laddie! Which showed up in his Stirling Moss approach, for the rest of the journey. Cyndy with her grand-daughter, Ray, William got on with others. I had a good natter with the lads en route.

As we approached the flats, Ray noticed the parked cars again, around the turning island for the buses. As we got off the bus, he said there is a meeting taking place today, and he was going to join them and tell them of the parking problem. And this chap is just the bloke you want on your side, he’ll inform ’em in no uncertain fashion! As we walked through the big meeting room/lounge/social room, Ray left me and took a seat to and joined in the Tenants meeting.

4Thu21aI visited the holding cells of and gave them a choice of diaries to Riechsfhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana and  Obersturmführer and Pole-dancer, and beauty advisor, Warden Julie. I also took a photograph of them, which they posed for in a willingly for me, bless ’em. I’ll put this photo below as a header for my Facebook page for a while!

A pink and blue one was chosen, leaving me with a black, cream and Azure one, to hand out later.

4Thu11In the morning when I made up this diary updating, I did a CorelDraw edited graphic, adding two confiscated items from tenants items on Julie’s tabletop, to the second photo, Can you see them? Hahaha!

Do they have charming smiles or what!

I said my farewells and made my way, pottering along the link-passageway, enjoying the heat in there, before getting into the Woodthorpe Court shambles and started shivering when I hit the lower temperature prevalent. Brrr! Not good when one is so wet!

I emptied the trolley bag, well, I thought I did, but found I’d missed some in the morning, Humph! Had an SSWW (Short-Sprinkly) wee-wee. Then got the nosh planned and on the cook. I used the potatoes from the slow cooker, sliced then, dried them, got some Leicester red cheese sprinkled on top of them, and into the oven to cook. Garden peas in the saucepan and some German Brunswick smoked ham on the plate ready to add the other fodder to.

4Thu14Took another SSWW wee-wee, and got a wash. By which time the spuds were ready, so served up this delightful plateful. Two of the wholemeal cobs and an apple rounded off the feast. A flavour-rating of 7/10 granted.

Got the pots in the washing-up bowl, and had to have another wee-wee. A good job this leaking didn’t start when I was out in town!

Got the washing up done, then the handwashing was done and hung to dry.

WD Indigo I took three photos of the clouds on different camera settings. But I’m blown if I can find the note I scribbled so I wouldn’t forget now. Schlemiel! Not that I can see any difference in them, mind.

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Changed togs, and Xyrophobia-suffering, crooked Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner
£300, c1968, second-hand, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty recliner, and turned the TV on.

For once, the sleep came quickly, along with the dreaming. My being chased through corridors shot at, etc. in a destroyed or bombed skyscraper again. I’ve not had this nightmare for ages, but it was back. This time instead of throwing myself off of the rooftop, I actually flew away into the clouds, almost like Superman in a film… this seagull came alongside me, and flew with me for ages, just turning its head to look at me frequently… I had to ask it, ‘What you after then?’ It replied ‘I’m waiting for you to realise that you can’t fly!’ Down I tumbled, with the bird squawking with a smile on its face… I landed in a river, down I went under the water, choking, but not too bothered by it, and woke up on a riverbank, with Aliens all around me talking gobble-di-gook that I understood, but realised I should not be able to! They were telling me I must go back home? Well, it made a nice change to have a simple dream I could follow, well, I say follow…

TTFNski!

Inchcock Today – Wed 23 Oct 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops enjoyed today. Phwert!

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2019 sOct 23

Wednesday 23rd October 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 23ain Hydref 2019

Oct 23

02:20hrs: I woke, almost thoughtless, it was great. No Worry-Storm in the brain-box, totally unfathomable as to why, but I liked it! Within seconds, I was rising from the Brother-In-Law knackered second-hand, £300, rickety recliner, on the way to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for another HDT (Heavy-Duty-Torrential) wee-wee.

While releasing the wee-wee, I became aware of the lack of bother from RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), Anne Gyna, and Back-Pain Brenda. Had I died, and no one told me? Hehehe!

3Wed001The idea of hobbling to the kitchen without using the stick came to mind – followed by a warning from my EQ. So, I took in the message, usually right, for the trip with the new four-prong stick. But no bother came, I’ll give it a bit of time. I made a brew of Glengettie and took the medications. I tipped the tablets out from the Chemist-filled Tablet-Pouch.

WD 250.0.250 I was under the impression when these arrived, that they had sent me a double-dos3Wed01Qe of prescriptions, but found on opening, they only half-filled them. The reason for tipping them into a bowl this time was I was getting fed-up with dropping one or more each time I tried to tip them into the tiny-pill tray I’d been using. And then having to locate them, clean them, and take them. Hehe!

3Wed001bI got the handwashing from last night onto the airer.

A summoning from the innards to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off I went to the wet room. Yet another change in style this morning. Really messy, Urgh!

WD 250.0.250 Cleaning me and various parts of the wet room up, took me ages to get done, and while doing it, having to bend, kick-started Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda off! Humph! The pain relief didn’t last for long, did it? But I appreciated it while it lasted. The EQ was right, as usual.

WD 250.0.250 When I came out and went to make another brew before starting on the computer, being lighter now, I saw and was surprised by the thick fog out there! I took photographs to the left, straight ahead, and to the right.

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WD 250.0.250 Made the tea, and got the computer on. Oh, dearie me!

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WD 250.0.250 This went on for hours. Making life difficult with the computing, and getting the diary updated took yonks! But by blind determination, assisted my some silent-bad-language,  I eventually got it done and posted.

WD 250.0.250 At about 08:30hrs, a screeching-metallic noise came from somewhere nearby. Gawd, it was loud and lasted for about 10 seconds. I abandoned the computer chair, and went on a seek & find mission!  I seeked but did not find what it was or where it came from. Taping and knocking noises were heard for several hours, but they were obviously from above, where the screeching seemed to be all around? Ah, just another of 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 spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucinations, all rife!

I had to get the ablutions seen to before the Iceland delivery arrived. I double-checked on the email message, to be sure what time to expect it.

WD 250.0.250 A new email had come in from the company. They were short delivering: the Sherbert saucers, and the Milk Roll bread! Tut-tut!

3Wed01sOn the way to the wetroom, I heard another screeching noise again, not as loud and of a shorter duration.

WD 250.0.250 The one thing I did not check last time, was the new intercom, so I had a look, but it had failed again! I hope the buzzer thing works when the chap or lady arrives with the groceries. Fingers crossed then. I got into the oh, so cold wet room, and started the ablutionisationing. I stripped off and checked the legs before doing the teggies and shaving. They didn’t look too good, to me. Humph! Yet the pain of RAI was not so bad at the moment. The Clopidogrel was raging, and the old ankle ulcer looked to be trying to burst out again?

3Wed01fWD 250.0.250 The teggies were a struggle, as the right hand and fingers were both a bit non-responsive to touch. I tried using the left dandy and what a laugh!

WD 250.0.250 The shaving was perhaps a little too close? Again, the hand and fingers caused problems. At this point, the dropsies consisted of Flannel 1, Razors 3, Shaving foam 1, and After-shave bottle 2. (Used to stop the bleeding)

3Wed01ga WD 250.0.250 As I got in the shower, I clouted my head on the control-box edge. Rinsed off the shaving foam, and had an excellent refreshing shower. Even if it did seem so cold in there this morning. I could hear knocking, drilling, and tapping while the shower was on, so it had to be nearby. The fire sprinkler fitters, maybe. Despite the injuries, I felt in fairly-good condition.

3Wed01iI dried off and got dressed, all bar the socks: with my accifauxpa record since getting up, I thought I’d leave off the socks and avoid any conflict with the sock-glide. Haha!

WD 250.0.250 The nick on the nut bled a bit more, so I dosed it with after-shave, that did the trick. It made me jump a bit, and mutter some mild naughty words mind. Hehe!

3Wed02Back on the computer, it was still dead slow! Started on this blog, until the intercom rang, and I heard it (another mystery), the release button worked, and the chap was soon at the door, he put the groceries inside the door for me. I signed his tablet and thanked him, and off I went for another HDT (Heavy-Duty-Torrential) wee-wee!

3Wed01TI got the stuff stored away, planning to have the frozen Smokey Sausage and beans ready-meal later. 

I’d wedged the door open with the trolley to get the bags in, so I went to close it and spotted some new pipework had been done in the hallway.

WD 250.0.250 Back to the computer and did a bit, but things were that slow, I gave up. This damned Fries internet service is causing me dysbulia!

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I decided to take the bags to the waste chute, then go to see the Wardens if they are in their holding-cell, interrogation office, then go up to the roof at Winwood Court, to take some pictures, as the fog was thinning quickly now, and the sunshine, although not warm, was coming out.

Then, the Amazon monthly delivery of the Mannon Lemon Wafers arrived from Amazon. A reet-treat! Bootiful! Tangy and tasty! Delightful! And expensive! Har-har!

3Wed03I got the five bags made up for the waste chute, and struggled to the chute-room with them and deposited them down the shaft. Then returned to the apartment and got the nibble bag and pressies in the trolley, and back out again,  down in the lift to the ground floor lobby. A mass of posters was on the notice board. One was from Jenny, she is still organising the Meal to Arnold. I really would like to go again with Jenny and Frank, but with how I am at the moment, it would be very embarrassing for me, the shakes, losing contact with the fingers and hands, would undoubtedly mean Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangplops with eating. Just like they do at the flat. But here, there is only me to cope with and self-mortify and shame. I think it is on a Tuesday anyway, so will clash with the After-Stroke Physio sessions. But, I do appreciate her efforts for us, so much. ♥

WD 250.0.250 I made my way along the link-passage. As soon as the swipe door opens to Winwood Court, you are greeted by a lovely warmth, a stark contrast to how Woodthorpe Court feels. I got to the Wardens Den. All three of them were in, with a selection of handsome, fit-looking young workmen. It makes yer sick! Well me, anyway. Ha-ha-ha! I dropped the pressie off, handed the nibble bag around, and had a chat. (Precious that!) When the wafers where delivered, I saved the air-bags they used, and took them as well, cause they are larger than normal ones, and the gals love popping-them! And did so as soon as they were handed over!

3Wed05I departed, and got in the lift to the top floor of Winwood Court, to take some pictures from the rooftop. The restroom was not being used by anyone. It is spacious, nice and warm and had facilities galore. I went out on to the roof. The doors have now been repaired, and both opened when I pressed the button. Lovely!

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3Wed12aShame about the leaks in the roof, it has always leaked since being installed.

I went back into the perfectly heated and looked after rest-area room. So much care has gone into planning the layout and available extras.

As you can see, the luxury-status room lacks for nothing, only Winwood Court residents, visiting. Oh, I am jealous again! Hehehe!

After a nosey-around, I got in the lift and returned through the link-passage back to the dark, grungy, cold Woodthorpe Court.

WD 250.0.250 I spotttttted… did you see that? I left the extra t’s on, to show you how often I have to amend and correct things when the fingers lose their sensitivity to touch, same when shaving, no wonder I can’t get jobs done, and they take so long to do! Moan-Over!

3Wed14WD 250.0.250 What was I saying? Oh, yes! I spotted either a contact or a security device. Or both, hanging from one of the doors in the passageway.

I was struggling with my balance and the trolley for a while. Which made me appreciate the help from the After-Stroke team and the Red Cross, in getting me this trolley-walker. 3Wed15Without any doubt, it had been an accident saver for me, on many occasions, like just now!

They even have motion-sensors for the lights in the warm-snug passageway. Did I mention it was so comfortable and warm in Winwood Court?

When I got through the swipe-door at the end of the corridor, I shuddered involuntarily! It was that cold in there! Just thought I’d mention it! Humph!

Being lunchtime, I called in to see Robert, the caretaker and offer him a nibble. (No answer to that, Hahaha!) We had a little natter, which I always appreciate. Like when Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Pole Dancer Angela called last night. She made a point of having a short chinwag with me, and caring actions like this, are so appreciated. ♥

I said my farewells, and withdrew, to the elevator and back up to the flat. I had another HDT (Heavy-Duty-Torrential) wee-wee.  And the photographs from camera SD card to CorelDraw. Titivated a couple up, and got them all on WordPress to use as I updated this post.

WD 250.0.250 I had a break, when, you guessed it…

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3Wed21I got the oven heating, ready for the cooking of the Smokey sausage & bean casserole, later on. I hope it will be tasty.

Went for another HDT wee-wee. At least the water-demands have all been of a similar nature today, even if a tad fierce perhaps?

3Wed22I made a brew of tea and got the medications taken. I then had a go at getting the Nokia camera, no… Nikon camera to take a landscape photograph. Changed the settings, then took a picture from the balcony. And success! It came out just grand! At least know now, how to change it back in the settings. If I remember.

WD 250.0.250 As I turned to come back in from the balcony, I saw so many dead insects on and under the floorboards. Bees, midges and flies! And the cold had gone through to the flat when I opened the window! Grumph & Carbolic!

Then I got the casserole in the oven after reading the cooking instructions. It needs 30 minutes with the cellphone punctured, then I have to take it out, remove the plastic and give it another 15 minutes. What are your odds of me having an Accifauxpa while doing it? I set the timer and took it with me to the computer to update this… It was slow going, but at least the Virgin media was working again.

I stripped the cellophane off of the container, stirred the concoction and put it back in the oven, also added a sourdough baguette, in the hopes that everything will be cooked at the same time.

Getting tired now. Had a quick go at Facebooking photos. But…

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Gave up on computing. Gerumph!

I’ll have to catch-up in the morning. Globdangerations!

I got the ready-made meal into the oven. Later adding the gungo beans and BBQ sauce. And had a read of the contents written on the sleeve. Which were, (get ready…)

Cooked roasted red pepper sausages (29%) – (pork (76%), roasted red pepper (16%), citrus fibre, salt, spices, herb, garlic, dried red pepper, filled into a beef collagen casing), passata, water, sliced red pepper (9%), roasted onion (9%), roasted red pepper, cannellini beans (3.5%), red kidney beans (3.5%), sliced spring onion, onion purée, diced carrot, garlic purée, pork bouillon, yeast extract, ham powder, pork, salt, antioxidant (rosemary extract), onion powder), Worcester sauce (water, white vinegar, sugar, salt, tamarind extract, onion powder, barley malt extract, garlic powder, ground ginger, concentrated lemon juice, clove powder, chilli powder), maize starch, spices (contains mustard), salt, seaweed granules. Oh boy, what have I bought? This might not be a good idea! I got the timer on, and after 30 minutes, took it out, removed the film, stirred it, added the gungo beans & Texan BBQ sauce. Back in the oven with the Sourdough baguette for 15-minutes longer.

3Wed22I felt a little dubious as I served it up on the tray. Put the things in to soak in the oven, and into the junk room and on the recliner to eat this, what I thought was an over ingredientated meal. It was great! I expected it to be too hot and spicy for me. But it tasted spot-on to me! A 2Tue25flavour-rating of 7.7/10! I devoured it with more relish than I have any meal for days now!

I think this list of health and danger listing, shows it to be a healthy meal? But I’m not sure. It was indeed a coenaculous meal, that was enjoyed with degust.

It was £3.50 and was 550g. I expect Iceland will have run out of stock by the time I get to go and buy some more! Huh!

With a warm, satisfied feeling in the stomach, I washed the pots and got the handwashing done.

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3Wed23I just had to take this shot of the paradisaical, colourful evening sky. I used the Nikon camera, as it has a ‘Night Landscape’ option, which seems to come out more vivid than the Auto one. I’ll try an Auto and a Night one of the same scenes for the morning’s view, so I can show the difference between them.

I had a drink of something that I have not had for donkey’s years – A can of Pepsi, a sugar-free one. It got the wind-up for me! I got them on offer, delivered from Iceland. A shame the ycould not supply the Sherberts and bread as well. Grrr!

I was pretty sure that sleep would come quickly tonight. I couldn’t have wronger! Humph!

WD 250.0.250 I spent hours and hours, not even any short nod-offs! I watched the TV later into the night than I have done since in my teens! Gawd knows when I did get to kip, but I remember a Law & Oder programme starting at 23:00hrs. I reckon I must have nodded-off while that was on.

WDPleft02WD 250.0.250 Will, I ever catch up on the Nottingham City Homes-Repair team’s imposed sleeping ban of nine-days duration?

I’m not too hopeful. Haha!

TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 22nd October 2019: A reet different day today! A long one, sorry!

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2019 sOct 22

Tuesday 22nd October 2019

Scots Gaelic: Dimàirt 22 Dàmhair 2019

Oct 22

12:30hrs: I woke in a fratchy, irritated mood, to start with anyway. Due the my not being able to sleep for longer than ten minutes at a time, then waking up with the mind being tormented with worries and concerns every time I stirred awake! I’m unsure if I am suffering neurosis, aganglionosis, or psychosis. I know I have onychocryptosis (An ingrowing toenail) Hehehe!

This time, I got up, I needed the Porcelain Throne anyway. I struggled quickly free of the second-hand, c1968, horrendously rickety recliner – the one Xyrophobia-suffering crook,  Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting and stealing my valuables. Well, he knows I’m leaving them in my will to Sister Jane, and he thought it would save him time and effort in fetching them later. Makes sense, I suppose? I’ve half-a-mind to change the will! Hahaha!

WD 60.25.0 The evacuation was far messier than of late. A lot of cleaning up was needed afterwards. The sink plug hole was blocked again! I put a bottle of Sink-Unblocker down the pipe after I managed to free it. It costs me a fortune and a lot of bother to keep buying these to use almost every day, and I dropped the toilet roll twice! Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

2Tue02aTo the kitchen, took the medications, made a brew, and wrung-out the handwashing and got it on the airers.

Then I got on the computer… Well, that was the plan anyway. But Mr $19 salaried Fries, head of the Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media, had other ideas, again!

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The rigmarole of getting it back on had to be gone through again. The reset button didn’t work. Computer off then back on again, tried resetting. It didn’t work. Turned everything off, left it ten minutes and tried again, after giving the pathetic Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media another ten-minutes to come back to strength, and aha! I was back online. It was Bloody Slow Though! Thanks again, Mr Fries! Git!

I pressed on with updating the Sunday blog. Finishing it about three hours later. I posted it off, sent a few photos to Pinterest, Inchcock’s Photos Then went on the WordPress Reader section, some decent stuff on there this morning, so I spent a bit longer than usual viewing others work.

2Tue04I made a start on this blog. After a couple of hours, my phagomania overcame me. So I investigated what was available for some breakfast (A rarity indeed!). However, I remembered the After-Stroke physical exercises later today and opted to have just another mug of tea ad a few shortcake biscuits. When I say, few, it is in a loose manner of the word, perhaps. Hehe!

2Tue03When taking the picture with the Nikon camera, of the biscuits and tea, I got the shakes.

And found I’d chosen the Night Landscape option. So I opened the unwanted, light-and-view-blocking kitchen window and took this effort to see if it would come out any different to the Auto setting. I don’t think it did! Odd, how I get so confused with learning anything new to me, nowadays?

I dunked the biscuits repeatedly in the tea, then got the YouTube on for half-an-hour to watch.

2Tue05WD 60.25.0 I decided I’d walk to town this morning, so I got the ablutions tended to. And a fair job it was too! Dropsies were at a minimum: Toothbrush, toothpaste, flannel and Sock-Glide are all I recall dropping… oh, and the shower stool when I moved it out to mop the shower afterwards. No bleeding today, either. The pins (legs) were not in good condition this morning but were not giving me much, if any pain. Other than Arthur Itis of course, who grumbles every time any bending of the knees takes place. Tsk!

I made up some black bags, two small recycling bags and put the cleaned empty sauce and beetroot jars in the trolley as well. I took the small and black bags to the chute, hen realised it was too early to put them down yet. I’m so glad I remembered! But unsure if I will forget to put them down later! I put them in the corner, praying I would not forget about them when I came home. (Miserably, I failed, they went right out of my head, until the following morning at 02:30hrs, when again it was too early to use the noisy chute!)

2Tue06I took the jars down with me.

I poddled out of the foyer into the dark, gloomy, very nippy and chilly, but rainless, dry morning, and deposited the empties into the overflowing City of Nottingham, pensionary, senior Citizens, alcoholics bottle-bank-bin Hehe!

2UseI set off on my mini-marathon, at a fair rate of knots for me, too. (The route taken, is graphicalised on the right-hand side here.)

The hands were getting cold as I plodded along Chestnut Walk and turned right to go down Winchester Street. 

WD 60.25.0 I almost had an Accifauxa with the three-wheeler walking-guide as I started hobbling down the hill.

I’ve no idea why, I didn’t have any Dizzy Dennis bother, but suddenly the trolley leant over to the right, and I thought after the event, how lucky I was to have regained my balance with the cart, and not gone on a tumble.

It could have been a lingering trace of my beloved Woodthorpe Court’s spirit. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, that had followed me. Hehehe! But all was well after a few moments, and the trolley-guide, that does not like going downhill at any time, behaved itself again.

2Tue07When I arrived at the junction with Mapperley Rise, I could see the early morning traffic was queuing at the temporary traffic lights on the steepest part of the hill. I turned and took this slightly blurry zoomed-in shot. Not one of my bestest! Humph!

As I limped on down Winchester Street, to Mansfeld Road, I noticed the fantastic change in the sky. I took these shots, one of up the hill, the other downwards. The second one almost looked like a rainbow up there in the skies!

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2Tue10aBy the time I’d walked down near Mansfield Road, the day had got so much lighter, and quickly too.

WD 60.25.0 When I hobbled along Mansfield Street, a car had parked so far onto the pavement: I had to collapse the trolley for me to get through the gap! Never mind, eh!

2Tue11I plodded through Marshall Street and out onto the main road. I turned left and saw how busy the place looked. There was an almost lively look to Mansfield Road. The buses were plentiful, but I wouldn’t be tempted into catching one – it was too early to use my bus pass! Hehehe!

2Tue12I concentrated on avoiding the holes, dips and cracks in the pavement, and I doddered, determinedly onward. Up the hill and down into Carrington. In the distance, I could see the traffic far ahead at the Hucknall Road traffic light junction, with ominous blue lights flashing. Oh, dear!

2Tue13As I was passing my beloved, but unreliable Sherringham Park Medical Practise, a lady pavement cyclist was steaming at high speed towards me. I fumbled to get the camera out in time to get a snap before she had gone, hence the dodgy quality of the photo. That’s my story, anyway. Haha!

2Tue14Much further along, and the Gregory Boulevard traffic island, I thought I’d take a snap of the traffic, as it was getting busier now. 60.25.0. Neighbour. Another ill-defined, disaster of a photograph!

WD 60.25.0 And yet, the hands seemed to be okay, and no Peripheral Neulagia shakes were felt or identified? This trait was baffling me somewhat, not knowing why the pictures were so blurred?

2Tue15I got over the crest of the hill and down towards the City Centre along Mansfield Road.

An ignorant, nasty, uncaring Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came by me from behind, and he caught my shoulder, but only lightly. But it still made me jump a bit. Swine!

But, for some reason, I was in a decent mood, and it did not bother me as much as it usually would have. Anyway, as you might be able to see, the paving stones on this sidewalk, need my concentration, to avoid having any Accifauxpas!

It was slow going until the slabs changed at the bottom of the hill. The trolley did get stuck in ruts and bits of broken slabs a few times, but my being in Defcon One mode, I coped without any accidents.

WD 60.25.0 I called in the Bargain Shop. Where I bought, some treats for the nurses and patients at the After-Stroke session. I also got some stick-on hooks; and why I bought them, is a mystery to me now! I tried some years ago, when I first moved into this flat, and they were crap! Why? What for? Humph!

The knees and feet were hardly painful at all after the mini-marathon? I made my way onto Goldsmith Street and took a couple of shots of the Trent University main buildings.

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2Tue19Not many students about yet? (This soon changed, though) I turned right to take a picture of one of the ugliest buildings in the City Centre. The rear of the Royal Concert Hall, and believe me, it is still prettier than the front of it is!

WD 60.25.0 I’m afraid the photo I took of the front of the monstrosity, has done one of the mysterious disappearing acts from the SD card! Grrr!

I got in the Church Hall and greeted those already in there. Handed the nibbles out to the nurse. We soon launched into the exercise routines. During which, both of the hearing aid batteries ran out simultaneously. Which amused the others, as I couldn’t hear the commands being shouted out to stop, and move on to the next physio torture exercice. Hehehe!

WD 60.25.0 I had to miss or try only half-heartedly, doing the knee bending exercises. But, for the first time, after about eight sessions, the After-Stroke Obersturmbannfhreress, Tasmin, almost seemed to understand why, and issued no looks of ‘Doubt;’ ‘Suspicion’ or of a ‘Dubious’ nature in my direction. Well, not when I was looking, anyway. Of course, I could not hear what she was saying anyhow.

WD 60.25.0 Same with the music for the dancing sessions, I could not keep in timing with the music I couldn’t hear. Then, there was a rest and relaxing session. Tasmin talked us through it, while the music played to calm us. I just sat there and picked my nose, trying not to pass-wind, waiting for the session that I couldn’t hear anyway, had finished.

We had a talk-it-out session, about our experiences having and after our strokes. I was the only one who lost total control of bodily functions, (Tears gushed from my eyes, I spewed up and nearly choked on it, passed everything from the rear end, and wee-wee’d myself, all at the same time, then collapsed on the escaped bodily-mess, on the floor!) I know this because I asked the others if anyone had suffered embarrassing movements while having their stroke. But eight out of the ten patients there had not even known they were having a stroke.

But, I enjoyed this session more than any before. Being paired with Precious helped, I’m sure. The gal is in a poor way, and this allowed me to do bits to help, and it 1Mon09bcheered me up, and I hope, the gal too.

No bowling again this week. Instead, we got two table games going. Divided the members into two teams of four, or a four and a five. (Well, we went to which table we were directed to)

A building block game, and one of the Dominoes on the other table. I was on the Domino team, with Precious and two others. We were all instructed to use our worse hands. Which produced a bit of fun, as I was placing a domino, and got the nerve-relinking hand at the time, and it shot off about fifteen-foot away across the hall! Hehe! Thankfully, it didn’t hit anyone on its trip! Only two of we four knew how to play the game. Which gave me another chance to get Precious involved, we all seemed to enjoy it!

When we swapped over tables, I soon had the support of the others, in my declining to bother. The blocks scattered about many onto the floor at my first and only effort to try the game. If I had stayed playing the game, we would all have spent the time picking up blocks and no time left to play. I stayed nearby, supporting Precious. Again, it went down well with the folks, many a laugh and smile!

2Tue20We broke up after the games were enjoyed. I offered my farewells, and set off to Tesco, to try and get some Puff Pastry fingers and milk. As I was walking down through Trinity Square, I espied what was left of a push-cycle, chained to the bike-stand! The Nottinghamian Bike-Stealers had taken all but the frame! Gits!

2Tue21I made my way into Victoria Centre (Mall), and to the Tesco store. I came out with Gammon steaks, fresh tomatoes and three packs of the shortcrust fingers, and £5.50 lighter. (I did forget to get the milk though, I didn’t realise it then, but did on the bus home later!) What a Schmuck! I paid and departed, out onto Milton Street.

2Tue22Where I took this picture of the buses, especially for Sandie, Marie, Pattie and Lona, TFZer gals, because I know (I think?) they are interested in our different-coloured buses. ♥

Then I hobbled on to Upper Parliament Street, to walk down to Queen Street and wait for the next L9 bus.

2Tue23I spotted how cram-packed that Clumber Street was today. I took this snap, getting a scowl, but two smiles from the three lads in the frame. Hehe!

I only had eight minutes to wait for the L9 to arrive. And was soon ensconced in the side-saddle seat, on the way home, and battling not to get rattled off of the chair! A lady from the flats got on the bus and slipped me a Nuthall’s Minto sweet, bless her. Oh, they are now called Bassetts Mintoes by the way, another independent company bought up by the conglomerates!

It was as we arrived on Mapperley Tops, that I remembered I had not got the milk at Tesco! For heavens sakes, Tsk! So, I dropped off the bus on Sherwood Rise and made my way to the Aldi Store. I came out £6.36 lighter, with; Canned garden peas, sourdough baguettes, deodorant, Brunswick cooked ham, rice and cheese rolls. I paid at the checkout and 2Tue24repacked the good at the counter.

Then walked along to Mapperley Rise to walk back down to the flats. Taking this shot of the magnificent thick Cumulus clouds in the sky. So beautiful. The walk down the Rise, was a little stressful, making my way around the Gas Repair holes in the ground, and barriers and 5Fri007ccracks in the pavement. No photographs were taken, I was too concentrated with getting home safely and keeping the three-wheeler upright.

I got into the flats, and through the link-passage to my Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, proffering illusion, delusion, confusion, stress-making, & hallucination bearing home!

As I neared the swipe door into Woodthorpe Court, the sad, pathetic fact that I had still not got any milk dawned on me! With morosity at my failure now evident, I got up to the apartment, to find the lights on in the hallway? I thought I had turned them off? I’d have put money on it! Ah, well!

I had an ELPJL (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) wee-wee. Washed, made a brew, and pondered about the lack of milk situation. After much prevaricating, ruminating and ideation, I opted to make an Iceland order for the morning delivery – for milk! But of course, there is a minimum order. So, I placed some instant potatoes onto the list, a lot of them. Just in case the potato crop is crap and really is as bad as they say it is. And ordered more kitchen towels. I hope I live long enough to use ’em. Har-har!

I was now well-shattered healthwise. But I had enjoyed today’s After-Stroke session such a lot and was proud of my mini-hobble to get to it. But now, I was paying the price. Hehe!

2Tue25I got some nosh sorted and served up.

Baked beans with caramelised balsamic vinegar flavouring added. And some buttered cheesy-tomato cobs. Got settled into the Xyrophobia-suffering crooked, but good looking  Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting and stealing my valuables as he fitted more clandestine CCTV cameras in the flat, so he can work-out when I am showering, eating or sleeping so he can call me on the landline.

The meal was only fairish. 5/10. I shan’t be using the caramelised balsamic any more. The bottle will be emptied, rinsed and find its way into the rubbish bin! Eugh!

I did the handwashing, made up a bottle of spring water and orange cordial, and settled to watch two police programmes on the TV. Off course, because I didn’t want to sleep, and usually cannot get to sleep when I want to… I fell asleep!

About an hour later, the landline burst into life, and the red light flashed. I half-asleep, half-fell out of the recliner to get to it before it stopped. I was pleased when I heard Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Catwalk Model, Angela Gould, on the other end of the line. But it was hard to concentrate being so confused after waking. IT certainly was nice to get the call, all the same. Thank you.

I had a wee-wee, another of the ELPJL mode. Took a guzzle of the spring water concoction. Jiggled the handwashing on the airers. And gt down in the recliner again.

I lay there expecting to struggle to get back to sleep… within what seemed seconds… Zzzz!

 

Inchcock Today – Mon 21 Oct 2019: Stuck indoors again – but the beautiful Phlebotomy nurse’s visit did me good!

2019 sOct 21

2019 sOct 21

Monday 21st October 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 21 Listopada 2019. Godine

Oct 21

02:35hrs: I woke and wriggled a bit, involuntarily passed wind, and it was apparent that RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), was in a better mood this morning, but Back-Pain-Brenda was still irked about my near-tumble last night.

I rose, lifting my ever-increasing body-mass from the Xyrophobia-suffering, thieving 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 took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, recliner.

6Sat06WDPStraightTyping this reminded me of the crow I thought I’d seen last week when I took this picture. Come to think of it, I might have been a cleverly clandestine designed imitation Crow-shaped ‘Drone’. Building them and spying on people is one of Pete’s hobbies, along with sneakily fitting secret CCTV cameras in peoples homes, and stealing valuables! I think Sister Jane mentioned something about he was creating a new expensive long-range model drone-droid, to add to his arsenal? Mmm? Back to the diary, got myself sidetracked there.

WDP09LWD 0.50.0 2 I made towards the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), to find it filled up more than ever before. How this can happen, and me not being aware, I find astounding. If ever I have to get up from a seat or chair, at any time, you can be sure it is going to be uncomfortable and painful. Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Back-Pain-Brenda and Hernia Harry, or any combination of, are going to complain in the only way they know how – by hurting me! So, how in the name of Gawd, do I get up and wee, then sit down again, several times, judging by the quantity in the bucket, without my remembering doing so? Come on you in-the-know educated folks, tell me, please! Hehe! Lynton? I’d love to know and understand!

Anyroad, I topped up the fluid in the bucket with an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee and took the container for emptying and disinfecting off to the wet-room. To my surprise, I did not need to use the Porcelain Throne? I felt all the escapages of wind I was passing, might be a sign of the need to go, but no!

WDPrightWD 0.50.0 2 After emptying and sanitising the bucket, I noticed that  I had not got the alarm-wristlet on! I was not panicking, at first. It had to be somewhere in the wet room, the only place I take it off when indoors. But despite my in-depth searching, looking in every nook and cranny, it wasn’t to be found! Now the stomach is getting a little knotted, and I was a bit tensed up about this, as well as self-derogatory feelings in the mind.

1Mon01WDPright05WD 0.50.0 2 Off I went to check in the recliner room. And found signs of Nocturnal-Nibbling having taken place! It was far too early to use the vacuum cleaner yet. But this didn’t bother me as much as my exploration to find the wristlet! I’d half-hoped to find it on the bookcase, where I often leave it when going out. Phwert!

After a good hunt around, I had no luck in 1Mon05finding it.

Off to the kitchen and fumbled around looking and failing to find the alarm! Annoyed and so angry with myself now.

As a final thought, I might have gone out wearing it and put it in the jacket pocket.

So back into the hallway, and searched the 1Mon03pockets, without any success. I hobbled looking on the floor, in case it had dropped off, the strap broke or the like.

Then I spotted it! Wondrous, once I saw it, I remembered leaving it there when I came back after dishing up the cheesy-meal to Josie’s flat yesterday! While feeling so pleased that I had found it, the inner self-traducement long-winded and cruelly vicious! I didn’t spare the verbal rod with myself!

1Mon02At long last, I got around to doing the medication-taking and made a brew.

The cleaned bucket was soon in regular use again: various types of wee-weeing were performed in it over the next few hours. If there were an award for passing-water, I would surely have qualified! Hehe! I suppose it’s best to make a laugh at these things. Innit?

1Mon04But I must remember to remove it before my beloved phlebotomy nurse♥ arrives, also I must get the ablutions done in time as well.

So, I did the updating to the Sunday post as quickly as I could. Only stopping for the odd visits to the GPEB, and making a few brews, I took this photograph on the right.

WDPright03WD 0.50.0 2 I got the big bag of recyclables bagged, and took it down to the bin outside. went to put it in the bin, only to find they have now locked the lid, leaving a tiny port-hole to put the stuff in through! So, I just left the big white bag on the floor next to it.

WDP 08L02WD 0.50.0 2 Then, try not to laugh too loud! I went to go back in, and realised I had not taken the door fob with me! So, I waited until someone came along to let me return into the flats. Things were getting a little tetchy and ratty today.

7Sun10Ah, the time has flown!

Got the handwashing done, and hung up to dry. Just a shirt and pair of socks. (I always cringe when I write socks, it makes me think of the sock-glide battles, Haha!)

WDP 10LWD 0.50.0 2 Then, as I hung-up  the shirt, I missed the bar and both hangers came tumbling down. All the washing fell on the floor! So, I put them in the bowl again, to soak overnight. Grumph and botherations!

I must get the ablutions sorted out, and get the nocturnal-nibbling evidence cleaned up. Back in a while, I hope!

WDP 08LWD 0.50.0 2 WD 0.50.0a 2 Well, what a Whoopsiedangleplop, Accifauxpas ridden session that was! If it was go-wrongable, it seems it did! These things are sent to try us. It’s just that I reckon I’m getting more of the trying things than others are! Haha!

  • The sink blocked when having a shave.
  • The blue toothbrush handle broke.
  • Dropped this session: Shaving foam can, toothpaste, shower-head, & flannel (3).
  • The shaving foam ran out, well stopped working with plenty left in it?
  • A few cuts shaving!
  • Stubbed the toe!
  • The shower drain was very slow.
  • Nicked finger on the sock-glide holder!

WDP 08L02WD 0.50.0 2 Got all perfumed-up and dressed, and went to the kitchen. Where I nearly went head-over-foot on a slippery patch! So I got sorted out and started to mop the floor.

The door chimes rang out, I called ‘come in’, but no one did. So, I risked life and limb walking over the slippery floor to get to the door. It was Josie, bless her, returning the plate tray and cutlery from yesterday’s nosh. Said she enjoyed it, which was good to hear. We had a minute or so chinwagging, said out farewells, and back to her flat she went, and I returned to the kitchen mopping up session.

1Mon07I was almost finished when the Intercom chimed-out. It was the most beautiful Polish Phlebotomy Nurse. She kindly let me finish the mopping, before taking two vials of blood today. She told me why, but I didn’t catch what she said. After her taking the blood, she had a look at the kitchen floor and found it was still slippery. She asked if I’d mind her mopping it again, I thanked her, and she soon had the tiny room washed for me once more. She said when it had dried, I must check and if it is still slippery, put something down, even if it is only paper. Bless her cotton socks! ♥. Off she floated, as you would expect from an Angel!

I eventually got the nocturnal-nibbling evidence removed from the recliner, with the hand-held vacuum.

ReclinerThen pondered about tomorrow’s, last, I think it is, After-Stroke Physio session. I had a hunt around for the right money for the bus fare, but could not find any. Off course, I used to keep spare cash for just an occasion. But they were stolen along with all my other monies, by my Xyrophobia-suffering, house robbing, Brother-in-Law Pete, when he was flat-breaking (He called it flat-sitting) when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTV cameras, had an in-depth ferret-around for my valuables, found them, and stole them all. (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later). I don’t expect to get them returned, they are suddenly too heavy to carry back to the flat, but were not too heavy to lift and take away when he committed the robbery? He’s a bit of a bully-boy, so I’ll say nowt else.

So, more suffering for Old Inchcock. I may have to walk to the session or overpay for the bus fare. Enough of this talk, it’ll only make him feel better knowing the hassle he’s caused me. Humph!

I got the Sun blog updated finished and started this one.

1Mon08Fatigued again, I got the nosh prepared. A hastily prepared cold nosh. Surimi, tuna, beetroot, tomatoes, chip-sticks, old rather stale milk roll bread, an apple and an out-of-date limoncello dessert. Favour Rating: 6/10.

But I was ready to collapse and sleep when I made it. Not that sleep came properly, of course.

WD 0.50.0 2 I washed the pots and settled in the rickety recliner, and gave up trying for any kip, and put on a Claude Van Dame movie to watch. The duration of the film was 93 minutes. But by the time it had been viewed, it was about three hours later! Constantly nodding off for a few minutes, waking and rewinding to find where it was I nodded-off, only to nod-off again and continually repeating the process. It ruined the film for me!

Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 20th October 2019: Mostly Graphicalisationing, got Josie’s cheesy-potato nosh done, of course! TTFN

2019 sOct 20

2019 sOct 20

Sunday 20th October 2019

Samoan: Aso Sa 20 Oketopa 2019

Oct 20

02:45hrs: I woke with Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna playing me up. But I had a strange determination to get the graphicationalisationing and templates done today.

Out of the Xyrophobia-suffering, flat breaking 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 took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

Had an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee in the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), and off to the wet room. For a tremendously massive, reluctant painful evacuation. A spot of good luck here. I stood the 4-pronged walking stick nearby as I performed, and afterwards, when I rose, I knocked it over, but it missed every part of my anatomy when it fell! Oh, yes!

7Sun05Off to the kitchen, with a heck-of-a-thirst on me. I got the kettle on the boil while I moved the handwashing to the airers. Made the brew, and had to have another wee-wee. And what a change too, this one was of the ELPJLP (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like-Painfull) variety. Rarely two wee-wees of the same style in a row nowadays.

7Sun07Arthur Itis seemed to be attacking in short bursts this morning. I’ve never known this to happen before. It may be because he’s been upgraded to Rheumatoid, and he’s showing off? Hahaha! 

A quick snap of the pins was taken, I must say, the knees look so different to yesterday. If they stick out any further, I’ll be walking into things without realising it! Hehe!

I got the Saturday post upgraded, with a lot of difficulties from the right side shoulder, fingertips and leg shaking from PNN (Peripheral Neuralgia Neil!) There, he’s got a name and an antonym now, same as the other ailments. Well, it seemed only fair. Bonkers? Me? Maybe! But it took me hours!

I went to make another brew and have the fifth wee-wee of the day! I got the camera out to take a photo of the view, took one, and got the shakes, and nearly dropped the camera, I fumbled hitting many buttons as I caught it and found myself with the flash open, the light blinking, and on an options page, and selected Apperture ‘On’. Took another photo of roughly the same view.

7Sun02

WD 0.0.128A But of course, not knowing how I got into the choices in the first place, I could not find out how to get back to them, to turn it off! Tsk!

WD 0.0.128A I pressed on with creating some Thoughts, Dedicated Day and Political Humour graphics and templates on CorelDraw. This took me, to do just four days worth, a staggering seven hours! But, I enjoyed doing it, but not the ever correcting things, thanks to PNN (Peripheral Neuralgia Neil!) shaking and dancing shoulder and hand, and the fingers, lack of any messages to the brain to tell it when they were touch-contacting anything! I really must consider how long I can put up with this, as Stroke Doctor, Senthil Kumar Rontala Raghunathan (I love that name!) told me, it is only going to get worse! I felt a little down in myself at these thoughts and pondered over things to myself.

It was now time to get started on Josie’s meal. Which is another sad tale to tell! On Thursday, Jose and I were walking through the link-passage after getting off of the bus, ad a chap was setting up a fruit and veg stall. I bought three large potatoes if you remember, and had one that night cheesified and roasted. Bootiful it was!

The other two, I stored away for today’s meals to make.

7Sun06WD 0.0.128A Oh dear, Oy Vey, and Crikey! This is a photo pf the two spuds when I got them out to use! This is after just two days in a cool cupboard. It looked like Common Scab, or Early Blight to me! I recall hearing of the potato (and other) crops were going to be ruined with all the rain we’ve had, on the radio! Huh, all this and Brexit Fatigue! Poor old England! Not raining on the radio, I mean I heard of it on the radio. Hehehe!

Fortunately, I had some instant potato in the cupboard to use for Josie’s nosh. I prepared it and delivered it to her door, as usual at 12:00hrs on the dot! I used some of the Kenyan petit pois, but they came out a little hard, even after the three-minute simmering guide, I increased to six-minutes. I explained this to Josie and told her about the potatoes. She seemed glad to be having her own chef on Sundays, Hehehe!

7Sun08WD 0.0.128A I was done in and fatigued now, no more energy left. So I got my own nosh sorted. I’d left some of the cheesy potatoes in the oven with it still on, Humph! They were well-browned, but I ate it all the same! The dearest thing on the plate was the petit pois!

A Flavour-Rating of 6/10.

7Sun10I got the pots washed, and sat down in the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner to watch some TV. After a few hours nodding-off and waking, I rose for another wee-wee, of the WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) style.

Then got the handwashing done. Only a shirt and one pair of socks, so it didn’t take me long to get them done and hung to dry.

wd 0.0.128 I think I must have spilt a little cooking oil or something on the floor, whatever it was, it was not visible, but I soon found it when I slipped and skidded a bit. I was fortunate enough to have the four-pronged walking stick with me at the time it happened. I still twisted my back and clouted my elbow in the cupboard. Thus, I now have Back-Pain-Brenda playing me up a bit. But and however, it could have been a lot worse!

Down in the recliner again, and memories are now blank? Until I woke up in the morning. To find a well-filled GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket).

Ah, well, TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 19th October 2019: What a good start – But a chronic ending!

2019 sOct 19

2019 sOct 19

Saturday 19th October 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 19eg Hydref 2019

Oct 19

02:35hrs: I stirred, stewing over a dream I’d had. It was a scary, horrible, nerve-tingling load of memories of my past failures, all mingled together, with the added lack of future in the mix. Not nice at all!

After freeing the memory-box of these thoughts, I moved the body, piece by piece, in a bid to assess what the ailments would be like and up to this morning. Thank heavens, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), seemed to be much kinder to me, especially after yesterday’s heavyweight-pounding he gave me. This morning stiff knees were so much less painful. But, Duodenal Donald was on top form, as was Back-Pain-Brenda. As I rose free from the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, and got upright, there were no Dizzy Dennis episodes, and I caught my balance, as the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

wdp02LeftWD 0.0.30Bacci I got the stick and hobbled to the wetroom. The evacuation was a bit more of a struggle this morning, and messier. Cleaning up after the session, I managed to stub the toe again against the seat-riser’s metal leg. (Oy-Yoy-Yoy!) Washed and off to the kitchen.

WD 0.0.30B Kettle on and took the medications. Realising I had missed last nights dosages, so just added one Warfarin to the morning’s intake. Made the cuppa, and had an astounding wee-wee, a CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom), it almost made me feel dizzy and drop the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket)!

I got on the computer, set things up. Then went on the WordPress Reader for a much-needed catchup session. The nex wee-wee was not long in coming, a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) version.

Then made a start on this blog up to here, and got around to updating yesterday’s post.

WD 0.0.30B I began updating the Friday blog. About an hour or so, and two more wee-wees, both of the ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) mode; I again needed to visit the Throne Room! As I hobbled to the wet room, the urgency became suddenly higher, I am so embarrassed to say so, but I did not make it in time! And yet, only liquid seemed to escape? I got very nearly seated as the evacuation proper started! And it might have been a lot again and softish, but the losing liquid convinced me to make an appointment to see the Doctor. So, I washed, threw the dressing gown in the laundry bag, and changed into fresh PPs. Funny how when you’re on your own, and something disturbing and shamefaced-making happens, how you still feel the redness in your cheeks coming on!  (Almost Whimpering now!)

wdp02LeftWD 0.0.30Bacci As I was exiting the wet room, I caught the clothes airer, and it tipped over, sending the trousers on it flying, and landing with almost perfect precision, on my stubbed toe! Bloody hell! What next, I asked myself. DDD (Depression-Deranged-Daftness) Mode Defcon level to Two! The EQ was worrying silent and inactive about these things this morning!

Back to the updating process. In a negativistic, defeatist, melancholic mood. I got the Friday post finished, eventually. Not without needing another two ELDOP wee-wees, and the innards I believe, brewing up for another evacuation!

I then went on the TFZer Facebook, for another catching up session. By-gum; that took me ages. Better get the ablutions done now, so I can catch the bus to town, in the hope of the store having some Potato cakes left on sale. Fingers crossed, I’ll be reet-miffed if they don’t have any. Hehe!

6Sat02aThings might not go so good today, oh, I’ve already said that sorry. It’s just that I had to have three wee-wees while doing the ablutions! There were far fewer dropsies, however. The razor, the showerhead and the body-spray can, which was a little encouraging! And the legs looked in better form, not a lot, mind, Oh, yes! Arthur Itis is definitely a lot easier this morning. As for clopidogrel, lumps, bruises, scars and blood papsules on the legs, they had also calmed down? It’s confusing innit?

6Sat03I dressed, made a brew and checked on the Saturday bus L9 times, only four L9’s today. 10:32 the one to town, and I have limited time with it arriving in the City at 11:02, and the next one home is at 12:02hrs. Just an hour to go to Tesco for the puff pastry fingers, and the Bargain shop in search of the Potato Cakes!

Time to get things and self ready for the trip. Which didn’t take too long, but the time spent grubbing around, and double-checking things delayed me, and I ended up having to hasten to the bus stop! Humph! This did not stop me stopping to chinwag with Pete for a minute or so, in the Winwood Court Social Room as I passed through. Many residents were there, for the Saturday cooked breakfast. Mo, John (Herbert) and others, along with Pete (I may have got his name wrong, grand chap). Out to the bus stop and had a natter again until the bus arrived. Struggled a bit with the Arthur Itis knees that started to flair up en route.

6Sat03aI gt off of the bus last as is usual, and photographed Lynne and Welsh William as they shot away, as did all the others, very wise of them, considering my unstable walking with the three-wheeler guide. I’d have kept my distance too, to avoid being caught with the trolley wheels. Giggle!

6Sat04I walked through the Vic Centre (Mall) to the Tesco store. Where I was pleased to find some Puff Pastry fingers, and a bottle of handwash liquid. £5.30 less, I hobbled out and onto Milton Street. Where this ignorant slob, git and animal 6Sat05of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist nearly had me over! Further along, this L-plated scooter rider seems to have cured his parking problems, by parking on the pavement near the taxi rank?

WD 0.0.30B Oy-yoy-yoy! There were three young men, druggies or alcoholics I think, judging by their appearance, goggle-eyed, threatening behaviour, and lack of ethics as they were asking folks, or rather demanding money from them. The tallest of the three came to me and muttered something, that was incoherent and put his hand out, palm upwards. I suggested he goes forth and multiply! (Although I condensed to two-words!) This was not bravado or courage. It was my disgust in their comportment. The moment I realised what I said, I nearly wee’d myself! Haha! He leaned down closer to me, gave a blink of disbelief, and just walked away, to join his fellow erks as the turned into a hotel car park. The female Intu security officer from came and asked if I was alright. It then dawned on me as I looked around, that the yobboes were being shadowed by a group of the Security people. She told me to take care and chased after the other officers who had followed the trio of twits into the car park. Interestingly, I can’t recall seeing a single proper or imitation police officer anywhere on my walk around the City today? Although there may be some in the photographs, I took, and there were many made today.

I crossed over the road and called in the Little Waitrose store to get a pack of their £2 Kenyan peas. Which I did, but they had gone up to £2.09 today. Still, if they taste as good as Tuesday’s, they will be acceptable to me. I love ’em!

Out, and down the road to the Bargain Store. Where I had luck again, in getting the things I wanted to. A packet of Italian flakey pastry swirls and several packs of the Bangladeshi made potato biscuits. The trolley bag was now filled-up to its limited 6Sat05acapacity.

Paid-up and outside, where I took this ‘moody-shot’ on Milton Street. Not bad at all, I think? The hands were not shaking too bad at all now. But the famously (to me) moody Arthur Itis was growing more of a hindrance as the day went on. I limped down to Upper Parliament Street, where I took a people filled shot of Clumber Street. Then crossed over the pelican lights, and took a closer shot of the Nottinghamian shoppers, alcoholics, illegal immigrants, students, house-breakers, mobile-using, gang members, druggies, knife-carrying, spitting, nicotine addicts, beggars, muggers, and shoplifting citizenry.

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6Sat09I walked along Upper Parliament Street, to the Queen Street bus stop. Certain, that after checking earlier this morning on the web, that the next bus goes out at 12:05hrs.

WD 0.0.30B But I had got it wrong again! The next bus isn’t until 13:05! Well over an hour to wait. I could have caught a 40 bus in twenty-minute time, but the thought of crossing the road when I get off on the hill and bend in the road put me off that idea. The knees and danger of crossing over Mapperley Rise determined I would have a walk around town on the flat and take some piccies instead. Then catch the 13:05hrs L9 home.

6Sat12I started my slow, steady, no-rush, time-killing hobble into the Slab Square.

The atmosphere I felt around me, was one of fear, suspicion and trepidation. The EQ guided me in thinking this, I don’t know why though? I opted to pay a visit to the Poundland Shop.

6Sat11As I made my way along Long Row, I spotted the MOD Pizza palace, where trade seemed about dead as a dodo, again. This place can’t last much longer, surely!

I pressed on, casualty sauntering and with the trolley doing its own thing as the leg started to lose its nerve contact again. I got to the Poundland store and hobbled around at my leisure. I ended up buying: Wholemeal sliced cobs, Pringles, mini stilton cheddars, cocktail sausages, honey-roast almonds and ready-made BLT sarnies. After paying for them at the self-serve checkout, I spent more time trying to sort out and get everything into the carrier and trolley bag, than I spent shopping! The result was a wobbly to control trolley. He-He! 

I had a hobble around the Slab Square and took some more photographs.

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6Sat10Then up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop.

From where I took a snap of another ignorant, law-breaking, uncaring, smarmy,  nasty,  young Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, weaving his way through the pedestrians on his way up Queen Street.

The bus arrived, and I ensconced myself in the corner side-saddle seat. For about ten bus stops, I was the only passenger, but the bus soon filled-up with folks, and by the time we got back to the flat, it was well filled, with many Winwoodonian’s too. I struggled off the bus, the Arthur Itis knees no better.

6Sat17I walked back through Winchester Court along the link passage to the big Winwood Court lounge. Where it looked all abandoned at first.

But around the corner on the left, I spotted a lady and Big John (Herbert), starting a big jigsaw puzzle. We exchanged greetings, and I carried on, due to a sudden need for a wee-wee. As I did my best to hurry along, I realised that I had gone all that time while I was out, without needing to go, amazing! Baffling, mind?

The rest of the trip up to the flat, is a blur, as desperation turned almost into a panic – Would I make it to the WC in time!

And, Holly Mackerel, it was close-call! It was an ELPJL (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) wee-wee that actually tired me out taking it!

Weakened, tired and weary again (which is not unusual at this time of day for the old scrote). I was not up to doing the hand washing, that’ll have to wait. Washed and stripped off, into the jammies, and got the nosh prepared.

6Sat18Which didn’t take me long. Warmed up the last of the cheesy potatoes, made twp sarnie cobs, opened the ready-made BLY sarnies and added a ready-cooked chicken thigh. A Limoncello dessert and orange juice.

Got settled in the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner £300, c1968, second-hand, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty recliner, TV on, and started to feast on the meal.

WDPleft05WD 0.0.30B Turning on the sleep-inducing TV, I realise now, far too late, might not have been such a good idea! Oh, no! I fell asleep while eating my nosh. Waking an hour or so later, to find the food distributed between my stomach and legs, the arms of the recliner, the chair the legs were on, and the carpet! It looked more like the meal had exploded rather than the tray just slipping off the stomach! I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So, I laughed! At first…

WDPright05WD 0.0.30B I roused myself (much angering Arthur Itis) and began to sort out the mess. During which, the need for a wee-wee arrived. I was making my way to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) and gave my toe a stubbing on the corner of the Ottoman. I managed to avoid shouting out loud, but inwardly cursed. (You know, things like, flipping heck and Oh bother!)

WDPleft05WD 0.0.30B The wee-wee was another one of the ELPJL (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) mode. I had a job hanging on to the bucket! Boy, it was seemingly endless, dragged out affair. Fagged me out too!

WDPright05WD 0.0.30B Getting back to the clearing up the meal-mess, I trod on what was once a buttered tomato cob, and went over, via the Ottoman on my back! Knocking over the flat airer and clothes on it, which landed on my face and head! There was no question as to laughing or crying this time! Humph! I had to crawl to the walking stick and use the cabinet to assist me in getting my lumbering flobby-body back up again off of the floor. Arthur Itis was really pissed-off with me now!

WDPleft05WD 0.0.30B All the bending to pick up the detritus spread all over, took me ages. And then Back-Pain-Brenda joined in with Arthur Itis in giving me a lot of pain. I had to fetch some spray to clear up the tomato seeds and juice stains. Then getting back up again was even more difficult than last time! I did consider using the alarm wristlet to call for assistance but decided against it. Imagine someone calling and seeing the state I had got myself into! Too embarrassing! However, I now had room to follow the physio advice on getting up, so I rolled to the chair, and got up piecemeal, using the cushion part, then the arms of the seat, and managed to rise again. A bit like a Walrus, without the tusks. Hehehe!

Then I needed a wash-up and another change of clothing! I was fed-up. I was in agony. Now I had even more handwashing to do in the morning! I was pissed-off, too!

WDP 03Getting back to sleep was prevented for an eon it seemed, by the mind going over the farcical situation I found myself in, repeatedly.

Boohoo!

Inchcock Today – Friday 18th October 2019: Walking-Frame suggested! Oh, dearie me!

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Friday 18th October 2019

Albanian: E Premte 18 Tetor 2019

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WD 70.40.0 02:25hrs: On waking, three ailments were playing me up, of immediate obviousness! Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna and the worst of them without a doubt, Rheumatoid Arthur Itis in both knees! The need for a visit to the Porcelain Throne forced me to extract my aching limbs and gross wobbly body from the recliner without any delay. Even getting the legs straightened was an uncomfortable exercise, standing up was even more hassling. Got my balance of sorts, the stick, and made my way slowly and gingerly to the wet room. The flamming knees were not liking this one bit, and they let me know in no uncertain terms!

WD 60.25.0f As the session started, this time it was more resistant to evacuate, the sodding arm, shoulder and hand started off, beginning with one of the now-famous amongst NHS medical staff, involuntary Hitler salutes, which resulted in the back of my hand clouting the porcelain, and my saying something like, oh blimey, or fancy that! And, even getting back up off of the loo seat, was painful, the knees were in a right state this morning. But why, I’m not sure. Another mystery of life, in my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, hallucinations & secludedness rife! Ah, well, at least I avoided any toe-stubbing!

I limped with the new stick into the kitchen. Got the kettle on, moved the supposedly drying still very damp handwashing on the airers, took the medications and made the brew. Then I remembered last nights phone call about the INR results and doses. I checked on the notepad to make sure I’d taken the right Warfarin dose. Luckily more than by plan, I had! I thought I’d better get the dates for the next blood test, and the trip for the podiatrist’s treatment onto the Google calendar straight away. So, I did!

Got the computer booted up, only to find that, Buggermaquilt! Mr Fries Liberty-Global-Virgin-Media-Internet was about as fast as me – Far too slow!

Virg 64.0.64.

This handicapped me further, not making much progress. Between the Peripheral neuralgia, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald and Mr Fries pathetic internet service, this was not a good start to the day! Although Anne Gyna did calm down considerably as the day went on. Duodenal Donald and the affected right-hand parts of my body, did not! Swine!

5Fri005WD 70.40.0 With the fingertips acting up and losing touch sense again, this took me some time get the calendar updated. And the tea went well-cold by the time I got to drink it! So, I made another brew and moved the handwashing about again. Took a photo of the morning sky view from the unwanted, disliked, light & view-blocking kitchen window.

5Fri007cWD 60.25.0f Coming back in with tea freshly made tea… and guess what? The bloody fingers went all touch-sense-free on me, and I dropped the mug!

I suppose I should be glad it didn’t break, I guess! So, I made yet another mug of tea!

5Fri01WD 70.40.0 I did get the updating of the blog done, finally. But it took me hours and hours of writing and correcting, and was so frustrating. Posted it off. But the morning was getting to me now. The knees, the accidents, the Whoopsies, and now I need another Porcelain Throne visit. The legs looked a bit pale again. But it went well.

5Fri02When I got back to the computer, I found this picture that I didn’t mean to take. Had to have a wee-wee, scarily an almost red colured MESWW (Marathon-Endless-Sprinkling) type. I’m just happy that the shot was not taken lower down. (Cackle-Titter!)

WD 70.40.0 I had planned to go out today, but it is out of the question, with the pains, and it’s too late to go anyway now. I had a few reflective thoughts. If this agony, frustrations and so limited mobility are what I have to to look forward to; it made me feel a little sorry for myself. A damned good job it isn’t a Tuesday with the After-Stroke Physio to go to! Ah, well, must press on.

I decided to treat myself to some cheesy potatoes today, to cheer myself up. So I got one of the big potatoes in the saucepan, salted.

WD 70.40.0 Then, hard to grasp why, but I needed yet another visit the Throne! I took the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) with me for emptying and freshening-up. The evacuation was a little more substantial, and a smidge of bleeding on the toilet roll when used. By now, I was prepared for anything to happen. Oy Yey!

Washed things, and freshened myself up, changed into new PPs and thought about making another brew, but decided there was no point. I’d only let it get cold, drop it, or choke on it. Me? Feeling depressed and down, no!

WDPleft02WD 70.40.0 Back to the kitchen, and the water from the saucepan with the saucepan had over-splashed and left me with a fine mess to clean up! Can things go on being so messy and frustrating any further, I thought? But the EQ told me they could. Humph!

5Fri007I cleaned up the mess and spotted a rarity in the house opposite that is having a lot of work done, additions, extensions, and having the roofing done. Workmen! Haha!

Somehow, I found the spirit, bother or determination to make a start on this blog. But pissed-offedness and fatigue were coming over me, now. And I just had to stop and sit down. The knees were still bothering me, but Anne Gyna had given up annoying me, and Duodenal Donald was easing off nicely. So things might be getting betterer – or not!

5Fri08WD 70.40.0 I got the nosh prepared and got sat down to eat it. And the landline burst into ringing and flashing. (How come, whenever I get around to eating, someone phones me. No matter what time I have the meal, 13:00hrs, 16:00hrs or even 20:00hrs? However, this time, it didn’t bother me after I discovered it was the incredibly beautiful phlebotomy nurse calling! She was confirming that she would be attending Monday twixt 10:00>12:00hrs. I thanked her kindly and returned to the meal. Which had grown a little colder now. Haha!

5Fri018WD 70.40.0 Five minutes later, the landline burst forth again! It was After-Stroke Physio care gentleman. He was asking about how I was going with the new multi-pronged walking stick. I told him the truth, that I was struggling a bit with it, and was still uncertain. He mentioned a new narrower walking-frame might be the answer. Blimey, a walking-frame! It hit home then, how my mobility had actually deteriorated. I was in a semi-daze at the thought of a Zimmer-Frame, and can’t recall what was decided. I did thank him for his efforts before he rang off,  I’m sure.

I threw away what was left of the now too cold dinner away, and got the pots washed.

I settled down and put on a DVD, Die Hard 4. But in between nodding-off and rewinding the film many times, interspersed with thoughts of using a walking frame, I nodded-off properly, and had a dream, no, a nightmare. From which I sprang awake, and spent many hours nodding-off, waking-up, rewinding the DVD, Nodding-off, waking-up…

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 16th October 2019: A few psychotomimetic moments today – so no change there. Hehe!

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Wednesday 16th October 2019

Croatian: Srijeda 16 Listopada 2019. Godine

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WD 70.0.0. Tuesday 15th October: I fell asleep, a desperately-needed sleep, somewhere around 19:00hrs, and burst awake at 22:00hrs. In an incontrovertible, need of the Porcelain Throne. The immediate odds of me making it to the Throne in time were not good! I partly fumbled, stumbled, and galumphed my stomach-dominated chassis from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grottily-beige-coloured, rickety recliner, kept my balance okay, grabbed the stick, and hobbled to the wet room, with surprising deft-dexterity.

WD 70.0.0. I almost leapt onto the seat, as the evacuation began. And it went on, and on and on! I believe it was a physical impossibility for so much poop to have been produced and stored in my innards! If it were possible to dimidiate the contents that were released, I still think it would have been too much, even with my bulbous belly. And as for how the toilet managed to get the ordure off via the U-bend into the sewers, I just don’t know!

WDPrightWD 70.0.0. Acc I cleaned and washed the dandies, turned to exit the wet room, a little jerking from the leg, and I caught the Sock-Glide on the shower stool. I now have a new bruise on my foot. I’ll photograph it later. Humph! I may have muttered something under my breath, like ‘bother’; or ‘blow-it’; I’m not sure exactly.

To the kitchen, and moved the handwashing onto the airers. Then took the medications, made a brew. I almost got the saucepans filled with water, out of habit! I had been nine-days without any hot water, so it’s understandable, especially if you know me. Hahaha!

I began to update Tuesday’s post, at last, a lot of it, with so many photographicalisations to sort out. A memory testing time for me. But the fingertips and hands were not too bad at this moment. The leg and shoulder were both persistent in their jumping and jerking, but they didn’t turn into an actual Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines, as yet anyway. I pressed on and got the blog finished and sent off.

3Wed01gaWhile I was thinking, it must be about time for the Morrison orders to arrive; the door chime rang out its ‘I only want to be with you’ tune. It was the van driver delivering the fodder.

He handed them in through the door, I’d forgot to fetch the return carriers, but the chap was okay about it. Thanked him, and got the things into the kitchen.

Thank heavens I might be able to get out again, and not need so many delivered foods coming in, with there minimum orders.

3Wed01mNot that I can get out today. So much graphicalisationing needed to be done, catch-up wise. I must get round to doing them soon, or the day will be gone again!

The fridge and freezer are now even fuller than they both were last week!

It was drizzling a bit out there this morning. I took some shots with the Canon camera again. That is the one that when I got the shakes. Last week, I changed the picture to a sort of semi-landscape setting, but don’t know how I did it, to put it back again. Twit! Hey-Ho!

3Wed01iI got some mushrooms in the saucepan warming up. To have with some Uncle Benn’s BBQ flavoured rice, black bean sauce, tomatoes and some frankfurters. I intend to use some basil and onion salt in it too! Maybe even a dro of soya? I opted to use the soya in the mushrooms instead.

I then made a start on this blog and then had to go on CorelDraw for three days, to make up the graphics. (Well, it felt like four actually!)

The intercom rang, luckily I was in the hall at the time and saw the light come, else I would never have heard the weak tune played if I was in the other room! It was the repair-men, came to look at the crumbling balcony roof. They agreed that the window openings were dangerous, in fact, one lad trapped his finger on the press forward and pull back paddle opener, straight after I’d just warned him how dangerous they were! They also had difficulty in getting through to many flats, where the new intercom was 3Wed01Tnot working! Also, I was not the only tenant with a crumbling new balcony roof and cracks in the apartment’s inner walls. I think they were just coming to assess if the job was urgent or not. As they left, I got the camera to take a photo of the lads as they departed from the balcony. Bless ’em!

3Wed04Then back to the graphicalising. I can’t last much longer, though. The depression and fatigue are moving in now. Haha! 

No-good! I just had to stop working on CorelDraw and turned off the computer. I was so tired it was farcical. All mistake-ridden work and the fingertips have started to jump and jerk, and Reflux Roger had begun to give me some hassle.

I got the handwashing done and hung to dry on hangers above the kitchen sink.

Had a wee-wee, of the ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) variety. Then minutes later, I had to have another, this time it was of the LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling). The wee-wees were of changing styles, but up till now, far less often.

Then the rice nosh was sorted out. The franks were cut in half, chopped tomatoes, and black bean sauce added, and it looked eatable in the extreme. Some Milk Roll bread and two butterfly cakes added.

3Wed05Got it served up and took the medications while eating it. A rather morish taste.

A flavour rating of 8/10 was given. After dining on the rice and medications for half-an-hour or so, I went to get the pots washed up. Guilt-Mode meant I only ate half of the cakes. 

(Mind you, it was the cream and jam half, Hahaha!)

3Wed02The sky view turned all bright for a few minutes, and the sun (What’s that then? Hehe!) shone through. There seemed to be a double layer of clouds up there.

4Thu01The pins looked to be so much less knobbly and distorted? Especially the knees.  I wondered, are they like this due to the INR Warfarin level being so low? I checked later to see on the internet, with this being found:

Q) Can stress affect my INR level when taking Warfarin?

A) Simply put, yes. Science has shown that because of the effect stress can have on your body, Warfarin can stay in your system longer than normal, causing a spike in INR levels. If you are able to recognise when you are stressed, you can take steps to try to manage it. INR is too low, there is an increased risk of fatal bleeding.

WDOG03RSo, my being in the Red Zone, with the real risk of a Heart Attack, Blood Clots or another Stroke, is something else I have to thank The Nottingham City Homes-Repair team for? I must read up on how to come back and haunt someone, after I go the way of all flesh, bite the bullet, kick-the-bucket, croak-out, go belly up, flatline, perish, snuff-it, loop-the-loop, go the way of the dinosaurs, give up the ghost, conk out, cash in my chips, peg-out, or saunter from this Mortal-Coil. I shall return! – Contented-Vengeful-Menacing-Maniacal-Laughter-Mode engaged!

Now, how can I find out who is to blame for my being treated so shoddily? My very thought of the need, desire and passion for haunting and terrorising him or her, offers me more joy than my Nottingham City Homes directed misery and life has done lately.

I got settled down, and a landline call came in. It was from the deliciously desirous Phlobotomy nurse. She will be calling again for more blood in the morning. She even de WDPleft04her appointment for a little earlier for me, bless her cotton socks ♥. 08:00 > 10:00hrs.

Sleep did come early tonight, and blessedly welcome it was!