Inchcock Today – Thursday 14th November 2019: An aporia-ridden Day, Hey-Ho!

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2019 Tnov 14

Thursday 14th November 2019

Croatian: Četvrtak, 14 Studenog 2019. Godine

0Nov 14

23:00hrs: After so many interruptions trying to get to sleep last night, I gave-up altogether, I needed another wee-wee anyway. The GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) I had moved into readiness position by the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety, rusty, recliner. It was well-filled, and I added to it. This time with an ELRWS (Extra-Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee. The container needed emptying and sanitising, so I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick and off to the kitchen I hobbled, with Arthur Itis not so bad in the knees, yet. I’m mastering (that may be too strong a word?) this multiple-footed, stand-upable stick now.

4Thu02 I took the bin in the wet room, sorted and refreshed it, then myself, and went to the kitchen. Where I was pleased with this photographicalisation on the left, that I took. I chose the Night-Landscape option on the choices dial. Rather a moody-outcome that pleased me somewhat. I saved it in 64-bit. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

3Wed07WD 60.20.0 As I got the medications out, I noticed the newly yesterday evening short-delivered prescriptions. Then, that last night’s dose was still in the blister pack – so a good start! But I’m well-pleased that I sent the email informing the Carrington Pharmacy about the problem last night. It’ll save a job, or me forgetting to do it today! True!

4Thu03I only took one Warfarin with the morning doses. Had a good swig of the cough Linctus. 

Next, I got the mushrooms in the saucepan, not heated, just marinating with some Soy sauce and Philippanese Sukang Puti (Pinakamasarap) vinegar. The strongest available! Whether the 4Thu04mushroom fungi will sink or take any of the flavours in, I’ll find out tonight. When I add them with some Nutoory tomatoes, which I got ready for slicing later as well. I’m getting very experimentationalistical with food in my old age! I hope this seasoning doesn’t prompt any postprandial problems from the rear or front-end, with the roast vegetable risotto it’s all going into. Haha!

The irritating humming droning noise is still out there all around the building. It’s being joined at this moment, by a pinging sounds occasionally? Grr! I hope some part of the building isn’t beginning to break up?

WD 60.20.0 I made a brew and got on the computer. Visited the WordPress Reader, then in the updating of the Wednesday blog. Stopping often a cross between a cough and a sneeze, and each time thought the insides of my chest would pop-out. Having so many weak unwilling mini-wee-wees, that I got the GPEWWB out again near the desk! Not much being passed, but so often, the bucket is filling up already! Hard to concentrate having to stop for a wee-wee, albeit tiny, and a cough-sneeze that needs the physical removal of the phlegm! A little recondite to explain, but ‘Pissed-offedness-Status’ was adopted! Possibly made worse by my irresistible thirst for tea, that is getting even stronger! Help!

Many hours later, I got the post finalised. Phew! Sent it off to WordPress and on Emails.

I had a touch of xerophthalmia, so sprayed some Visualise water on the eyes. I suspect it is due to the long hours watching the computer screen, perhaps? Hey-Ho!

WD 60.20.0 Each time I got up for a wee-wee, to make a cuppa or to check on something that was worrying me (Yes, it’s another of my nebbish, being nervous, pessimistic, unpropitious state of mind days), the knees seemed to get more painful? Did I leave the light on in the wet room? Have I turned off the hot water tap? Did I turn on or off the stove? What day is it? These and more worries just have to checked-out. This type of disadvantageously direful dilemma that the Stroke seems to be with me forever. However, the need for the Porcelain Throne attendance pulled me out of the self-pity syndrome. And I was off to the wet room.

4Thu05WD 60.20.0 Another dirty-great-dollop of an evacuation. Bleeding from the front (Little Inchy) and rear (Hemorrhoid Harold). But nowhere near as messy this time. You see? There is often a silver-lining if you look in-depth, long and hard enough! It helps if you are wearing the wrong glasses! Haha!

WD 60.20.0 The legs (pins), really getting back to their usual pale but yellowy-coloured skin, warped fluid-retaining mangy state. And again displaying the blood papsules, veinal growths, lumps, spots, weals, scars, bruises, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples, and maculations. With Thrombophlebitis, and assorted new Clopidogrel inspired grooves and ridges. As for the knees, they were stiffer than ever now!

WDP 11hLHowever, regardless of the bleeding and the poor state of the pins, this was not necessarily a bad thing. It took me out of the depression I was slowly falling into, by a strange sort of satisfaction, contentment, that the recent good luck I’d been having, was fading, and the acknowledged, accepted, accustomed state of perpetual-pain and discomfort had returned. I can take this condition, but me having luck and being fortunate is foreign to me. Thus, as I left the room, a smile crept over my face, and then tripped over the four-pronged walking stick. I had to laugh!

4Thu06I decided to add some of the Natoora, South Korean (Large bank account needing) mushrooms to the normal Irish ones that were already marinating in the pan. A multi-cultural nosh in the offing today. Irish and South Korean mushrooms, cooking in a Hong Kong made saucepan, while the Berkshire Italian style baked roast vegetable risotto, with Taiwan rice cooks in the Spanish-made oven. Sicilian Tiger Plum tomatoes to be added. With Philippines Sukang Puti (Pinakamasarap) vinegar, and Chinese light Soy sauce. Oh, I do hope it turns out okay! I hope to be cooking some rice in the rice-cooker soon.

Hello, the time’s shot by, better get the ablutions done, and visit Jenny. Back in a while, crocodile… I am a fool!

WDP 11hLThe ablutions went well. A few dropsies were all I had to put up with, well, a lot of dropsies really. Haha! However, no cut gums, no bleeding from shaving, Little Inchy nor Harold’s Haemorrhoids. The battle with the sock was painless (Almost!), and both sock fittings worked the first time, too! No lumps of finger trapped, 

I got the mushrooms on the lowest setting on the stove ring. Then set off, with some PPs on the three-wheeler for Jenny. I rang her bell and left them on the floor outside the door in a carrier bag.

4Thu07Got in the lift and down to the ground floor, and along the link-passage into the Winwood Court. Doing a bit of chesty-coughing en route. The tickle is back! I took a snap through the window, of the new unused as yet, al-fresco seating area. One day when the warm sun appears, I shall go out, sit on a bench, get the crossword book out, and fall asleep. Hopefully! Haha!

4Thu08I got to the Winwood foyer and went up the lift to the rooftop lounge/rest area. As the elevator door opened, I was greeted by one of the Dulux dogs that someone had put on a coffee table. It looked so real for a second or two. Haha!

4Thu09I wandered around and took a picture through the window, of the Woodthorpe Grange Park. By gum, the wind and rain were so vicious out there. The trees were bending and blowing in the vicious gusts of wind.

4Thu10I opened the automatic push-pad doors and took a photo of Woodthorpe Court, while partially under-cover beneath the eave of the opening.

It looked pretty bleak, misty, wet and depressing!

4Thu11Then I made a snap of the new rooftop veranda, with the chained-down tables and chairs. This secured them from getting blown away in the high winds. It was not done to prevent people from nicking them! He-He! No wonder with this weather, that there was no one out there. But then, there has never been anyone out there on my visits, yet!

4Thu12WD 60.20.0 I did venture out into the rain briefly, to take a shot of the blocked rooftop drains. They’ve been like this since they were built in the first place. I had a nosey around all the windows when I came back in. I wonder how many fallen leaves 4Thu13there were out there at the back of the court? Millions there must have been?

When I got in the lift to go down, I tried to catch my reflection with a thumbs-up sign in the panelling and plastic, but it didn’t work. Hey-Ho!

I called at the Oberstfureresses holding-cell office and handed some of the Red Bull Sicilian tomatoes for them to try. They were no impressed. On the way down the link corridor, Angela and Frank came in the opposite direction, and we had a mini-gossip and shared the nibbles.

WD 60.20.0 I got to the Woodthorpe lift foyer, Gawd, it’s cold in there after coming out from Winwood Court!

Up to the flat, and collected the box of recyclables. I took it balanced on the three-wheeler, down to the caretaker’s room. The lads were having a break and told me to leave the box where it was, and they’ll take it out to the bin for me, bless em! We had a natter and laugh, shared the nibbles, and I started off back to the apartment. In the lift lobby, Christine and Welsh William arrived at the same time, and we had a chinwag on the way up.

Back in the flat. Another ELRWS wee-wee was taken. Washed up and made a brew. I got a call confirming the nurse’s attendance in the morning. Oh, dear! I thought it was for next Friday, not this one!

I called xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete, to cancel his and Jane’s visit. We had a good natter that I enjoyed. The weather is not going be any better anyway, according to the forecast.

4Thu15

4Thu14I took to his shot of the house opposite the flats that are being upgraded, new roof, an extension built etc. to show Brother-in-Law Pete. He was in the building game for a few years. Until he won the lottery and got left a fortune by an unknown relative, and retired when he turned forty. Don’t suppose I’ll get my money and valuables back now for a while.

I got with TFZer Facebook updating for an hour or so. I turned everything off and made a start on the nosh. The ready-made risotto meal in the oven. Kept stirring the mushrooms, and after 15 minutes in the kiln, I took out the tray, and added the tomatoes and both types of mushrooms, and back into the stove for a further ten-minutes on hot. Kept an eye on the meal, all the time, stirring it once. While doing this bit of cooking, I had to take three LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wees!

4Thu21aGot the nosh served up, and it was a real delight to the taste-buds. Flavour-Rated at 8.8/10. Admitted it looked a right mess, but I ate it from the tray in the bowl-dish and saved a bit on washing up! Haha! 

I washed up and got another ‘Hustle’ DVD, series five to view. Most comforting in a way, when the nodding-off, waking and rewinding the DVD to where I fell asleep to try and watch it again repeat-circle began. I was a bit concerned that the coughing, wheezing and sneezing might disturb the neighbours, but a good swig of the Linctus and things calmed down. I did stay awake long enough to give up trying to watch the ‘Hustle’ episodes and changed to watching the TV. The adverts were on at the time, and… Zzzz! Heavenly!

WDP 11gLWD 60.20.0 Woke up a couple of hours later for yet another wee-wee, blimey, it was a long, painful reluctant one! Argh! Would be an apt word to use. Hehehe!  I stayed up, then.

May all who have read this true-clap-trap, be granted enormous, generous proportions of prosperity, providence, profit and fiscal plenteousness, and receive, benevolence, empathy and appreciation from all others today! Bless yers!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 2nd November 2019: A day of velleities, gossips, chinwags, and getting soaked in the rain!

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2019 Tnov 02

Saturday 2nd November 2019

Croatian: Subota, 2. Studenog 2019. Godine

0Nov 02

01:15hrs. I woke once again in need of a Porcelain Throne evacuation. But last night’s painful farcical tumble was still fresh in my head, and knees, arm, and back, so I took great care in rising from the recliner. But as quickly as I could safely do so.

WD 0.50.0 The session was another uncomfortable one. (When are they anything else, nowadays) Sulk-Mood-Adopted! The only similarity with earlier efforts was the ginormous amount! This time the whole episode took about a minute, compared to the last visit’s fifteen-minutes! Oy Vey! This time the bleeding was back too!

6Sat01WDP 13dRWashed up, and off to the kitchen, for my first mug of the Thompson’s tea. (That was delivered yesterday from Amazon). It was a delight for me to taste it once again.

WD 0.50.0 I stumbled a little with the walking stick, as I got the medications out of the drawer, and realised I had not taken last night’s doses! Again! I do feel a wooden-head, blockhead… but I’ll settle for a Merry-Andrew or Berk! I opted to just take the missed Warfarins and a Simvastatin with the morning dosages. Humph! It’s incredible that I’m still alive, really!

WD 0.50.0 Then off for another wee-wee, I used the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) and took a CMOUSTSTBOWV version (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom). Not had one of these for a long time. Variety is the spice of life! The divergence, contradictions, and contrast in my wee-wees should have a book written about them, you know. Hehehe!

I moved the handwashing about on the airers, and on seeing the now misshaped tubular, flat one, reformed into the tangle of straightened out tubes from when I fell on it, I was surprised to see it was still working after my blubbery-body crashed into it, but it was. Maybe I’ve lost weight? Alright! I’m only joking! I thought about it and noticed that Arthur Itis was easing off from earlier, bit Back-Pain-Brenda was not being so kind to me.

Thinking back as I was, the excellent flavour of last night’s Roast Vegetable Risotto came to mind. I’ll have another one tonight, as the Morrison-made meals must be masticated by Monday, they are short-dated! Mmm! Haha! Oh, this time I’ll use black bean sauce to add to it. If I get out today, I might get some more tomatoes.

I went on the WordPress Reader for a while. Then made up a couple of graphics for later use in CorelDraw, between the wee-wees, which seem to have settle for being of the INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) style now. I moved onto updating yesterday’s blog. This took me over five hours to finish! Why I don’t know, there was not may graphics or photographs to go in it. The fingertips weren’t too bad. The arm or leg not playing up much at all. Even Mr Fries Internet kept going… Ah, it’s clicked. The big Whoppsiedangleplop had to be done, and the handwriting on the note pad, was so bad, I had to use my memory in conjunction with the wording I could decipher! Gorrit now, that’s why!

Oh, Back-Pain-Brenda is giving me some stabs of a high-quality pain-level. My own fault for falling over. Fool!

The Iceland order should be coming this morning, 0800 > 10:00hrs. If he comes early enough, I can catch the bus into Sherwood, or Mappperley and take some photographicalisation, sourdough bread, and get a hobble about. Come think of it, it’s not raining, so I can still walk down, try to get a bus 6Sat03back up the hill. I took a shot from the unwanted new kitchen windows that cannot be reached for cleaning, without risking life and limb, of the scene outside.

Hello, big-gob has spoken. The rain is pouring down now, and with big rain-drops, you know what that is an indication of. (I don’t, but still, it’s a laugh, innit!) I’ll get the ablutions done before the nosh arrives. No, hang on, after starting to strip off for the shower, the thirst got a hold on me, and I made a brew of the finest Thompsons back tea, first, and had a biscuit for breakfast. During which, I spotted the falling-over on the airer-acquired bruise on the Peripheral Neuralgia affected arm was developing into a work of art!

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I would imagine, the colouring is affected by the low Warfarin blood pressure flow, as well as the Peripheral neuropathy? It will be interesting to see what shade it adopts later on. Hahaha! (The yellowing had all disappeared by tonight?)

6Sat02aI had to use the Porcelain Throne first, leaving a highly-undesirable aroma to inhale while doing the ablutions. (Eurgh!) The pins (legs), seemed a little less veiny, though. The session brought forth very few dropsies, however. The toothpaste and brush, a few razor-drops, and the shower-head.

5Fri27I got part-dressed and came out to turn off the power supply. And I found some mail again in the letterbox. A repeat of the CityCare After-Stroke information about the upcoming (Next week on Friday) follow-up assessment visit. I must check it later, to see if there are any changes.

6Sat05aBack in the wet room, to do battle with the sock-glide. I lost the struggle today, in as much as, I trapped my fingers in the gripper twice and banged my poor little toe when inserting the right leg. But, having got on the extra-long bamboo socks, I must say, the legs looked a lot sexier! Hehehe!

I’d no sooner got fully dressed, and the Iceland delivery man rang the intercom, as I was actually stood next to it. Which was a good thing, because the volume, which is set to the highest level, would have not have been heard if I was in the other room. Not the best choice of Intercom, for older peoples flat.

The lad put the bags through the door fo5Fri26r me, I thanked him and carried the bags through to the kitchen. On unpacking and storing them away, I came across a large 2 ltr tub of Flora light spread? I could not recall ordering this at all? So as I unpacked the things, I put this spread, some Seaweed packets, cakes and pop in a bag, to take when I go out and drop off at the Breakfast Club session as I pass. I can hand-out some nibbles as well. I’ve not done that for a while, not since the new Windwood Court started being used for the Social Hour. Now they have a coffee-morning, breakfast sessions and the cafe open a few hours on some days. The new team have the facilities to hand now and are forging ahead. 

5Fri25I’d treated Josie and myself to some special offer smoked haddock, at three 400gm bags for £10. This ensured I had one heck of a struggle to find room for them in the freezer! Also, the fridge was son over-filled again. Haha! I’m looking forward to trying a piece this Sunday on Josie’s meal. Fingers crossed6Sat07!

I got the black and recycling bags made up, and took them to the chute. Got myself dressed and all wrapped-up, the nibbles and treats for the cafe in the trolley, and set off down and through the welcomingly warmed link passage, to the Winwood Court. The rain outside looking set in for the day. I pondered on where to go on my little trip. Deciding t go to the Aldi store, on the busup to the top, and get it back down again. Not enough hobbling, but in the wet weather, it didn’t matter.

I got to the large Winwood social room area and about ten or so tenants were at the cafe having breakfast. It was nice to see them again. I dropped the bag of treats off at the cafe-kitchen, and I was rightly stopped for nearly taking my trolley-walker into the room. (Health & Safety) I handed out the nibbles, which was easier to do in this new much larger room, I could manoeuver around so much easier. I really enjoyed the little chinwags as I went around. Josie, Olive, Mo, Herbert, and many unknown to me folks sat there. I had an in-depth natter with and listened to Ray (I may have the wrong name here, Tsk!) Informing me his tales of Woe. I am always pleased to hear anything this interesting chap tells me. But, I had to depart, (on Rays reminding me not to miss the L9) to catch the bus up to the shops. Farewells, and few goodbyes and take-cares in return (Nice!) I departed and out into the rain to the bus stop. Quiet a gang out there, at least fifteen residents, I’d say. Another grand nattering session, which was cut short by the arrival of the bus.

I got on and ensconced in a side-saddle seat. The bus was almost full. On the short trip of 6Sat08just a few stops, it was nice to have a mini-waffle with others. I got off along with a man and wife who I see and talk to sometimes on the bus, and we chatted as we walked along, getting thoroughly sudoriferous in the rain, to the Aldi Store. A darned imbecilic Pavement Cyclist flew by us, so close to catching the lady. Oy Vey! What a slime-ball!

The lady, using two-sticks, suffers from Rheumatoid Arthritis like me, and she was telling me of her problems with the NHS taking off effective medications that were too expensive! Just like I have gone through. With me, it was the Aludrox SA (Belgian), and the Under-Tongue medications, that I lost. And ever since these were taken off the NHS list, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna’s pains, have been uncontrollable! The poor lady had RAI much wore than I have, yet keeps upbeat every time I meet her. ♥

In the Aldi store, and I got carried away with shopping again! (Meshuggeneh me!) I came out having bought: Gammonsteaks, Wafers to use for nibble-hand-outs, Plug-unblocker, sliced mushrooms Josie likes these), Canned garden peas, and some Sourdough Baguettes. Had a funny-turn at the checkout, a no reason Dizzy Dennis visit. Paid the bill, and faffled about for a while, trying to find the optimum distribution of the purchases to enable the easiest way to control the trolley and right weight distribution between the rain letting-in, minuscule trolley-bag and the carrier. 

6Sat09Then, out in the persistent precipitation, to the bus stop. By the time I’d got to and turned down Sherwood Rise towards the bus stop, I was well soaked and the silly trolley bag was filling up with rainwater!

Hobbling down the hill, and the trolley-walker was getting harder to control with one hand, and that was the dodgy right one. The left one was being used to hold the umbrella!

Old age, infirmity, driving licence taken away, a bus every two hours, I was soaking wet all through, the trolley was filling with rain ruining the stuff inside… but I did have my Old Fart’s free bus pass! I should have all depressed really, but au contraire! I’d met folks, had a laugh and chinwags galore and was not blasély at all, but upbeat – wet as well mind! Hahaha!

6Sat10The leaves and gunk were clinging to the wheels of the walker. Humph! When I arrived at the stop, I seemed to be getting wetter quicker? I realised it was the direction of the wind. So I walked down and around the bend to the next bus stop, where I was hidden a bit from the wind-driven rain.

7Sun21The bus arrived, and some residents of Winwood Heights were on it, and an enjoyable to me, nattering session took place as we travelled the few bus stops back to flats. I was nearly last off of the bus, and out into the rain, now only drizzling, I bade farewell to the others and returned through the link passageway to Woodthorpe Court.

2Tue06The difference in temperature, from Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts, as I went through the swipe door, was plain to feel. Brrr!

Gawd, it was so cold in the Woodthorpe lift lobby. Chalk and cheese!

Up to the flat, no wee-weeing needed? And got the fodder stored away. Then got the nosh started cooking. No handwashing was done. Too weary! But in the morning when I had to do them, I regretted my decision! Hehe! 

6Sat11I had the Roast Vegetable Risotto and frankfurters again. But this time, used black bean sauce, not the BBQ. I added sliced tomatoes and garden peas to the sauce and mixed it all in with the meal when it was cooked. Very good flavour! 9.2/10.

I put the dishes in the sink to soak. Got down in the chair and watched some TV. I did ponder over whether I should do the pots and handwashing, but it turned out a velleity, and soon forgot about.

I suppose I must have fallen asleep, cause I woke up later.

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!

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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!

Inchcock Today – Mon 4 March 19:

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Monday 24th March 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 24 Mawrth 2019

23:30hrs. Most of the night I was awake and listening to the howling winds. They were getting worse, and for some reason, it felt like the wind was belting through the flat. I gave up on getting to sleep and decided I’d get up and make a mug of tea.

1Mon01aI defenestrated my disproportionately large-girthed body from the £300 second-hand, ci.1986 recliner, almost with ease.

WD 0.0.255c Off to the kitchen, where I was met with the kitchen towel roll blowing in the wind and had unrolled itself!

Being the keen, alert-minded, Sherlock Holmes sort of old chap that I am, I soon discovered the reason for this, as the wind hit me in the face, coming in through the window I had left partly open last night!

I closed the window shut, (It was not easy with the wind coming in so strongly, wind in the wrong direction for me, Haha!) rerolled the kitchen towel and took a photo of it still blowing about in the breeze? The wind noise had greatly-reduced now. Tsk! Well, it would be, wouldn’t it? I’m quick yer know. Haha!

1Mon07WD 0.0.255c I had to nip to the wet room for an SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee). I checked out the pins (legs). They had gone back to looking pale and ashen. I think a couple more blood papsules had come up, and one had disappeared. The wobbly-knee was looking less inflamed, though. The imbalance in fluid retention between the two pins remained obvious.

I went back to the kitchen. Gawd blimey, it felt even colder in there now!

I made a brew of tea and got the Health Check gear out. Everything, the thermometer, sphygmomanometer, drawer handles, the whole enchilada I came into contact with felt awfully cold!  Including me, so I put on the dressing gown. 1Mon01

Then I noticed how the lights outside seemed to be twinkling so much.

I soon discerned that this was due to the high winds blowing the trees and bushes around so much. I said I quick. Hehehe!

I took this picture through the window. Not that the twinkling shows, of course. There was no way I intended to open them again!

I got the Health Checks sorted out.

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1Mon06Apart from a high temperature (Than usual, for me anyway), everything else looked fine.

I went on the computer and updated the HC record on Excel for last week and this morning.

WD 0.0.255c The tea had gone cold, so I made myself another potation.

I made a start on this blog to here, then updated yesterday’s post and sent it off to WordPress.

WD 0.0.255c Had to divert to the Porcelain Throne in something of a rush… Not such a messy evacuation today, and I had time to read a bit of the Victoria Wood biography. Cleaned the porcelain, washed the dandies and went to make yet another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold again.

WD 0.0.255c Then I went on the BBC website to check the weather and football scores. I discovered I am not as quick as I earlier claimed. The winds were from Storm Freya. So, I should have had the nous to think about closing the windows last night. What a Schlemiel I am!

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Well, that’s me staying indoors today, I reckon!

I got on with writing this blog.

Visited the TFZer Facebook page.

Then started on Coreldraw making some more draught headers.

Phew! That soon me until 05:50hrs to get done. Ready for some brekkers now. Cornflakes for me, I think.

1Mon07cOcado order arrived. Put things away. I got the Flowers to try and cheer-up very-poorly Jenny. I do pray she will be alright.

I noticed that the clouds, although looking so beautiful, were travelling across the scenic view from the unwanted new kitchen windows at a lickety-split pace. This informed me that the winds had not calmed down as much as I’d thought they had. This reaffirmed my decision not to go out today. Well, I’m calling at Jenny & Franks and going to the hut Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, to see Obersturmführeress Warden Deana, and Sturmbannführeress Julie. Then I’ll get back inside the apartment.

I tended to the ablutions. Getting the hang of the new showerhead now. Got dressed, t’was a struggle, but I got the socks on. Hehe! Then took the black bags (5 of them) and got them to the waste chute and deposited them.

WD 0.0.255c I departed, along with the white bag of recycling waste, and called at Jenny’s flat. No answer to the bell, so I went to the lift lobby; and Frank came out. I apologised for bothering him, and ask how Jenny was. Not very good, I’m afraid! I handed Frank the flowers for Jenny, and the pint of milk in case it might save them going out for any later.

1Mon07dOut I went and dropped off the white bag, and notice that the howling winds had blown against a sign on the metal fencing and bent it right away out from the frame!

It made walking up the road a bit of a risky business. I met Deana going the other way and asked if Julie was in the hut. ‘If I hurry she might be!’ But she had gone out on her rounds, like Deana had, by the time I arrived. So I slipped some nibbles in the fridge for them. I hope they don’t get knicked.

Only seven residents or so in there this morning. I think the wind might have put others, like me, off from going out. Hehe! A few bits of persiflage were shared with Penny, Angela, and others.

WD 0.0.255c Then I felt the warm-wet sensation and knew that Little Inchies lesion was bleeding. So, embarrassed, I made a hasty withdrawal back to Woodthorpe Court.

1Mon08I had to use another dodgy pedestrian route. The winds had moved the concrete based fencing, leaving even less room the manoeuvre.

WD 0.0.255c Would you like to guess who banged his head against the tall bent leaning fence on the left in this photographicalisation? Klutz! Luckily, I had my flat cloth cap on. Haha!

I observed that the washers were both free as I entered the foyer entrance. I got up to the flat, in and to the wet room. Set about cleaning and medicating the fungal lesion. Not a nice nor pain-free undertaking, but it has to be done. Let me think, that Little Inchy, Kidney Pains Kevin, The Leg Wound and Wobble Knee Neil, all awaiting appointments to be checked out, now! No wonder I sometimes get frustrated!

Then I got the laundry things and togs and down to the laundry room.

1Mon09Back up to the apartment. I pondered on what to have for nosh today. Being as I really want to try out the Sicilian Green tomatoes I had delivered from Ocado, I decided to have the ready-prepared meal that I got as well.

I’ll have the Lamb Moussaka, put plenty of extra cheese on it, with sliced green tomato, and a small baguette with it.

These tomatoes are called Marinda Natoora variety. The label says; Green-capped skins, umami flavour. So I looked up ‘umami’ on the web. Wikipedia said: “Umami or savoury taste, is one of the five basic tastes. It has been described as savoury and is characteristic of broths and cooked meats?

Ah-well, I’ll try them later.

WD 0.0.255c I got carried away updating this blog, and was an hour late in going down to move the clothes from washer to dryer! Schlemiel!

Luckily no one had needed the washer and took the things out, they were still in the drum. I moved them to the dryer, set it going, made a note of the time and back up and set the timer, near the computer so as not to ‘blob-it’ again with the drying time.

WD 0.0.255c This made me think of the missing second-hand £2 watch. I had a ferret around searching anywhere I thought I may not have looked. Of course, it was an utterly unsuccessful effort! Grumph!

I updated this blog until the alarm reminded me to go down to collect the laundry.

The workmen who were fitting the new Fire Sprinkler system were using the lifts, and it took me ages to get down to the ground floor.

As I got out of the lift, the queue of folks to get in was rather large. Nora and Penny amongst them, who I greeted with a cheery “Ah, you’re back, well done!” But not having the hearing aids in, I don’t know if I got any reply, but I did a couple of smiles. Hehehe!

1Mon10I got in the laundry room, emptied the dryer and folded the togs. Wiped the drum and cleaned the filter.

Then Penny arrived, down to do some washing. We had a natter as I put the things in the bag. She had to shoot off, cause she’d got something cooking. But you never know, but I know, that also, I had no B.O. Hohoho! Is there no end to my poetic-wit!

When I got up to the twelfth floor, I photographicalised the prep work done up to now on the Fire Sprinkler system.

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1Mon11Health Checks carried out.

Nosh prep work. Got the Moussaka in the oven, with plenty of extra grated mature cheddar cheese added. Sliced the Marinda Natoora tomato ready to put on top of the meal later. Set the timer to remind me to add the toms to the meal. I nibbled a slice, and could not decide if I liked the taste or not. They did not have a tomato flavour as any other would have, and it is hard to choose the right words, but I’ll try. ‘Nutty’ ‘Not strong, more a delicate but positive tang’.

1Mon12I noticed that a jet trail in the sky was breaking up so quickly after it had been made. The high winds, the cause perhaps. So I took this snap of it.

I put on the TV, with the timer at my side and made sure I did not fall asleep. The timer burst into life and off to the kitchen I went.

I added the tomatoes o1Mon13n top of the meal, and a small baguette as well.

When it all looked good, I served it up, and a right-treat it was, too.

The heated fancy tomatoes tasted almost meaty, very tasty and without using any salt on them as well. Excellent to use in cooking I think.

Despite tiredness dawning so suddenly, I did enjoy this gastronomic delight. A taste rating of 9.2/10 for this.

Washed the pots, during which I stopped to take these photographs of the turbulent, but beautiful-looking early evening sky.

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Then, of course, I found it harder than ever to nod-off. Eventually, I did and was so thankful.

WD 0.0.255c Both door alarms chimed out! With much strength of willpower,  and not being mentally with-it, I hauled my part-rested body, with its so irritated and pissed-off mind at being woken up from my slumber to the door. Dizzy Dennis’s previous attack was still affecting me, so I used the walking stick. It was a technician, who informed me that the fire-alarm was down and he thought the problem might be in my flat, and can he come it to check things? I was not very responsive, but I realised it was not his fault, let him in, and he did some checks. He departed saying something as he left, his body language told me all was okay now, but I did not catch any of his words.

Locked the door and back into the recliner. Of course, now I found it harder than ever to get back to sleep! Tsk!

Inchcock Today: Sunday 29th July 2018

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Sunday 29th July 2018

Amharic: እሑድ 29 ሐምሌ 2018

0522hrs: I sprung into life… well stirred a little, and was feeling a lot better in myself than yesterday. Although residue from Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun’s attacks yesterday lingered.

7Sun01The innards were rumbling. But no activity yet.

A morale-knocking view this morning.

It had been raining in the night. Not that there had sufficient quantity enough to clear any of the debris, bird-poo, and crap on the new balcony windows or the broken and cracked base, that is awaiting the balcony pod to be attached.

Plenty of wee-wees needed over the first hour.

I got the Health Checks tended to, and the medications were taken. I was pleased to see that I had not missed taking any tablets during my previous 12-hours of memory blanks.

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7Sun4The weight had gone up, not surprisingly, with my lack of physical activity.

The monitoring thingamabob showed that the Humidity had dropped a lot. I must look up what this means – I’ll do it now!

Ah, I’ve found out the machine is called a hygrometer. It informed me:

What Should My Relative Humidity Be?: Every homeowner should own a hygrometer that measures temperature and relative humidity (RH). The ideal relative humidity for health and comfort is about 40–50%. In the winter months, it may have to be lower than 40% RH 7Sun03to avoid condensation on the windows. Many readers also report high internal humidity levels following the installation of cavity wall insulation, which appears to trap moisture in the cavity – despite the fact that industry claims that this can’t happen.

Also, the temperature in the kitchen was at its lowest level for months now, at 79°f – 25°c.

7Sun02As I hobbled around making a mug of tasty-strong tea, the Dizzies eased off a lot. But the plates-of-meat, expressly the right foot, was giving me some gip.

The club toe looked to be a little less misshaped this morning, though.

Despite the innards rumbling, there were no signs of the Porcelain Throne being needed yet.

I decided I would have a walk up to the Aldi store later this morning and get some tomatoes, oven-bottom-muffins and spring water. If they have any in stock.

I got the Saturday post finished and posted off. Not that it was a very long one, the memory blanks made sure of that. Huh!

Then made a start on this one. Got some Incock Today page headers made up.

Ablutions tended to. Jolly-good shave and shower, teggies were done, then the medicationalisationings completed.

Made up three black bags for the rubbish chute. Got dressed and took the sacks out with me and dropped the black ones down the chute, and got in the lift with the recycling bag. Well, I say I got into the elevator, I did eventually.

WCplasterA The number one elevator was out of service. And it’s been 7Sun07working ever since it last broke down on Wednesday, too. Sarcasm Mode Adopted here, Hehe!

The other working lift was on floor 4 when I pressed the call button: It went up to the 14th floor, then down to the ground lobby. Then up to the 14th floor, then down to my 12th level at last!

7Sun07aOut through metal-maze to the caretaker’s door and left the recycling bag with the others there.

The wind had got up a lot, and the much-needed rain was a falling.

I got the brolly out of my bag ready for use.

I was glad there were none of the Willmott-Dixon or their subcontractors working today.

7Sun08For there was no space to get onto the footpath without the usual using the roadway. And that was covered in puddles of muddy rainwater from the trenches and holes the lads were in the middle of preparing for the water and power cables to go in to supply the new tenant’s flats in the Extra-Care-Block they were working on. Still, it creates a bit of interest.

I felt a bit sorry for the lads coming back on Monday to work in those trenches, many of them had already started to fill up with the 7Sun09rain.

I was feeling a lot better in myself now. Dizzy Dennis, Duodenal Donald, and Shaking Steven were all giving me a breather now, as I set off of the Hobble-up-the-Hill to Mapperley Tops and the Lidl Store.

The beautiful smell emanating from the petrichor that comes with the fresh rain falling 7Sun10on dry bark and grass is one of the best aroma’s I’ve ever had the pleasure to smell. Bootiful! Except, perhaps cheesy baked potatoes? Hehe!

I walked deliberately slower than I usually do until I got beyond the trees at the end of Chestnut Walk so that I could enjoy the weathers scent.

By the time I got started on the hill, I had begun limping even slower, as Anne Gyna began to give me grief. But this is only to be expected on the 8/1 steep top Mapperley Rise stretch, up to the Plains Road.

As soon as I got on the level bit of pavement, Anne Gyna eased off for me. So kind of her!

Now, I was in good form and got along to the store with much more speed and singing away to myself. The Young Ones, In thoughts of you and humming the Shadows Stars Fell on Stockton and Wonderful Land are some I recall warbling. Haha!

I even resisted the impatient and nasty Nottinghamian Sunday shoppers antics from getting to me. One bloke literally shoved me out of the way while I was looking at the tomatoes on offer. At the checkout, the bloke behind me in the queue, trod on my right foot, because I was too slow in getting the bags packed and out of his way. Mind you, he did mutter a “Sorry youth!” to me.

I came out £12.70 less well off and with, Smoked streaky bacon, Spring Water, orange juice, fresh pod peas, spreadable butter and some more Glowwhite ultra. To use n the laundry when washing the white towels. Two Fruit fools and a lemon yoghourt, muffins, tomatoes, apples and small potatoes.

7Sun12I was still in good spirits as I left the store.

WCplasterA Even when I was being greeted by some more torrential rain to walk home in, this didn’t destroy my improved state of mind, and I poddled along the top and right down onto Mapperley Rise.

The scene was sufficiently impressive for me to stop under some bushes and take this photo.

WCplasterA I’m glad I did now because the umbrella blew way as I was taking the picture. If I had been walking, it might have blown away in the strong winds and never be seen again. Hehehe! As it was, it hit the fence nearby and bounced back hitting me on the shoulder and made it easy for me to retrieve it.

7Sun13AS I turned down Chestnut Walk, I stopped again to take a photograph of all of the three blocks. But the trees hid the new build extra-care building in between the two taller Courts.

The walk back to Woodthorpe Court was relatively less risky today, with there being no building plant or lorries working today.

7Sun14I limped along with the feet, especially the trodden on the right one, hurting something horrible!

I walked by the Footpath Closed sign on the footpath and considered making another one, to add to it. Something like: “Please do not damage vehicles, tractors, escaping tenants in their cars or Willmott-Dixon lorries when then they knock you over while you are forced to walk in the roadway or fall down the open trenches. Haha!

Got in without seeing any residents or tenants whatsoever, just like when I left earlier.

7Sun15Straight for a wee-wee and did the Health Checks.

Then got the fodder purchased put away and started the meal preparation.

Got some bargains again today.

I got the belly pork slices and cut them into smaller pieces.

Then put some peri-peri BBQ sauce on them individually.

I had some Hickory Smoked Maple cooking sauce to use after. It takes ten-minutes it says for the sauce to cook. So, I’ll have to guess when the pork has ten-minute left to roast, and add it then.

I got on with updating this blog. Then went on TFZer Facebooking to add today’s piccies.

7Sun38Nosh prepared and served up – by gum it took me some time, sorting and cleaning up afterwards.

Apart from the much under-cooked beetroot, the rest of the meal was just so tasty! A Flavour Rating of 9.2/10 was given.

So, I can recommend using the Peri-peri BBQ and Hickory sauce together on belly pork done in the oven.

The usual fatigue and Sod-it Mode arrived.

To the accompaniment of Herbert John above’s clatter, tap banging, I had a wee-wee, got the pots washed and got the headphones on to start to watch some, what I thought would be interesting programmes on the telly. 

I watched two episodes of an Australian series called Bondi Beach Vet. I got all emotional.  13th December 2015: An eleven-month-old family puppy had been stabbed in his eyes by burglars. The unfortunate thing was not in a good state at all but remained calm and whimpering throughout the treatment.

Juice, an 11-month-old Staffordshire bull terrier, suffered awful injuries in the savage attack at a house in Bella Vista, Sydney, Australia. The vet discovered that the scum burglars who did this atrosity had pushed the screwdriver right through the eyeball of ‘Juice’. This friendly dog had to have his eyeball removed and eyelid stiched closed. Tears flowed (From me). His human family were obviously shattered.

After the operation which they filmed, they put Juice in a cage overnight. I didn’t think I could feel so much anger, pity and shame all at the same time.

They showed Juice in the morning being visited by his family, now they had to wait to find out if any brain damage had been caused by the B”*^$£*’s who did this, when they shoved the weapon in so hard, it went through into the animals brain outer casing.

The tears turned to ones of joy later, when they showed Juice playing with his owners’ at home, after recovering and getting back to his old self and coping so well, with his one eye. Soft bugger, me!

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Later they showed a three-month-old kitten coming into the surgery. The none-responsive little kitty had got herself entangled in a dining room chair for hours, damaging herself in a panic trying to free herself. The vet thought brain damage might have caused the little mite who failed to respond to anything. I had to turn to another channel.

I did pop back to the channel later though and found the kitten was back at home recovering, and the said beginning to act more like the mischievous pet she was before.

TTFN each.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 2nd May 2018: Waterlogged, sopping wet, macerated and bedraggled in the rain. Huh!

Wednesday 2nd May 2018

Somalian: Arbacada 2aad May 2018

00315hrs: Woke up once again annoyed with my knowing that I had been dreaming, but with no clue as to what it was about. I checked the notepad, but no scribbling on it. Humph!

Then, it dawned on me how turbulent and eruptive the innards felt. They were almost bubbling with little not-really-painful, but irritating stabbings.

I withdrew my bulk from the £300 second-hand recliner and went off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. I was pleased to note that I had not left the tap or stove on. Sad innit?

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3Wed02Made a small mug of tea and utilised the sphygmomanometer.

The readings looked fine to me today.

I was glad that the pulse had gone up a bit at last.

I caught a glimpse of the mush in the mirror.

3Wed04The Spotty Maldooners were still on my chubby, dimpled face cheeks. But again like yesterday, they did not seem so raw or bright.

I found two little spots of bleeding on the bridge of the nose. Very tiny, at first I thought they were new spots coming up until I touched one of them? No pain with them at all?

I remembered today at 1005hrs, I had the blood test with the nurse at the surgery. I went to make sure that the DVT REcord Card was in the jacket pocket. After a bit of grubbling, I found it in the inside pocket. Phew! I certainly did not want to forget it again, and get the “You pathetic 3Wed03old fool!” look from the nurse.

WDP001 I made up next weeks dosage pot trays. Stored them away in the drawer, then realised I’d missed off the Naproxen! What a Nebech!

So I got them out again and corrected my grayz. Feh!

WDP001 Then, the volatile innards violently vented into a movement! I think it might have been a great laugh for anyone who could have seen my farcical attempt to get to the Porcelain Throne in time. Picture a cartoon of a plump little man walking and keeping his legs crossed to get to the wet room without having an accidental evacuation – which in turn squashed his fungal lesion and started that bleeding. The idiot even managed to knock over a waste bin, spilling out the contents and stubbing his toe on the door frame on his panic-filled flustered hobble to the life-saving toilet!

The Throne session release was a great relief. Of course, it was a messy one, all the same, so needed cleaning up afterwards. Then, Little Inchies Lesion now warranted the need for the same and medicationalisationing. The stubbed toe was still stinging. But the old man pressed on, wiped the contact areas with his antiseptic disinfectant-sheets, washed his dandies and returned to the kitchen to pick up the rubbish he’s strewn all over the floor when he kicked over the waste bin earlier.

WDP001 This was when he hit his shoulder on the countertop while 3Wed06getting back up with great difficulty, after bending to retrieve the contents of the bin from the floor.

Although it didn’t need to, my EQ informed me that this was not going to be a good day!

It was now drizzling and the morning had actually got darker over the last hour or so.

A foreboding of unpleasant weather in the offering, do you think?

I took a photo from inside (Bottom one) and then one from outside of the window.

Then got one with finishing the Tuesday post. Eventually, I got it finished and sent off to WordPress.

I worked that I must start doing the ablutions at 0700hrs, so no shower this morning, just when I could have done with one to freshen up from the earlier medical problems too! Tsk!

3Wed05Made a beautiful medium mug of Breakfast tea.

Then started this post off.

Rushing things a bit, and making so many errors and losing time correcting them. I stopped working on the blog and had a short while creating page top material for use later.

Rushed off to do the ablutions.

3Wed07Readied myself, and off I poddled to see if Cathy was in the Obergruppefhuresesses hut yet, to ask about the plastering process.

I was greeted on leaving through the lobby doors, by the pestering persistent precipitation and sharp winds.

I opened the very expensive so-called ‘Storm-Proof’ umbrella. Fingers crossed on this score!

3Wed08Then, I waded through the puddles and down to the Temporary Brigadeführeresses Wardens Nerve-Centre and Social Shed.

There were two workmen having breakfast. I place two iced lollies in the fridge for Dean and Julie.

Gefreiteress Warden Julie joined us. And I explained about my going out. Julie said: (I have been barred by ‘The Management’ to say what she said). Hehe! True!

Dell-Boy Jaz said: (I have been barred by ‘The Management’ to say what he said).

Said my farewells, of out into the rain3Wed09.

As I hobbled down Winchester Street Hill the stream of rainwater was making its way down to Mansfield Road at a reasonable rate of knots.

WDP001 As I crossed over the road, my being careful about the traffic, enabled me to fill my left shoe with rain. Tsk!

3Wed10As I was cutting though Mansfield Street then up Marshall Street onto Mansfield Road, a slight detour was needed before crossing the road.

WDP001 As I started to walk up the A60 to Carrington and the surgery, I could feel the clothing on my back, and the trousers were squelching as I moved.

So much for the waterproof trousers, I’d 3Wed11bought!

WDP001 I caught my first spray of water from a bus as it passed by.

I lost interest in avoiding the rest of them that came my way on the hobble when this first one part filled the carrier bag getting stuff soaked a bit. I know had the right shoe filled with water.

3Wed12WDP001 After I took this photo and had got to the top of the incline on this stretch of road, two more sprays of water had been received. Both feet were waterlogged, the ‘waterproof’ trouser bottoms up to about a foot or so were sodden through. And I was well fed-up!

Up and over the crest and down into Carrington.3Wed12b

With macerated feet, I got in the surgery passageway and did my best to shake off the wet and put the brolly in the bag.

Bedraggled, I entered and waited for a receptionist, any of the three of them at the back huddled over a computer would do for me. None approached me, so I went to sit down – this was not a good idea, but I could not stand up all the time. I was in a right pickle. I could even feel the PPs with their absorbed water being squashed out as I settled down in the chair.

I managed to save the crossword book from getting a drenching and began to do some puzzles. One of the receptionists came to each patient and gave us information updating form to fill in. I did not recognise any of the three girls, so I asked this one if she was aware of my name and my presence to see the nurse. I got a muffled reply and a scowl very nearly worthy of Lidl staff.

I filled in the form and took it to the reception, but again, no staff were at the desk, back at the computer. So I left in on the counter and returned to my crossword book; after an uncomfortable sitting down. Squelching and running rainwater within some regions of my anatomy. Nervous, apprehensive and unpleasant sensations arose!

Luckily, I had a good session in on the crosswords. Fair enough, I didn’t get any of them actually completed, but I must have worried one or two them. Hahaha!

WDP001 Suddenly it dawned on me; it was half-an-hour beyond my appointment time! As I fretted that the receptionist had not booked me in – Nurse Ann appeared calling my name. I got the bag and followed her into the treatment room, explaining as we went along (While I thought of it), about the spots of bleeding on the bridge of the nose, and the blemishes. Within perhaps one second, she replied; “Keep your eye on them. We’ve been rushed here, you wouldn’t believe how busy!” That threw me off track with the things I wanted to mention to her, altogether.

After she took the blood and told me to hold my finger on it, she went into the other half of the room onto the computer. I did talk about getting soaked in the weather. She said she was nipping out and would be back in a while, keep pressing on the vein.

She returned and stuck a plaster on the wound and taped some cotton wool on. She did look a little agitated. I gave her some nibbles and departed, I left a bag of bites on the reception counter for the support team – I had no choice, cause again, there was no staff manning it.

3Wed14Brolly up and out into the surgery car park, to be greeted once again by the persistent rain.

WDP001 As I walked down Mansfield Road to the Lidl store, I felt beyond caring as I got yet another soaking leaving me sodden wet through.

I bought two cheesy cobs, some small tomatoes, some pork shoulder slices and seasoned sliced potatoes. When I got to the self-serve tills, the lad who was so helpful last week, just stood there glaring at me. He’s soon settled into the Lidl mindset and psyche, bless him.

3Wed15Out and to the bus stop, to catch in back into Sherwood.

After a few minutes waiting and the bus travel back was dry. Tsk! 

I had to sit on one of the side-saddle seats again. But no bother today, as Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were giving me a welcome breather this morning.

3Wed16Bad timing, though, I just missed the connection with the L9 bus. But, the rain was definitely getting less and less, turning back into the regular of late, on-off showers.

I walked up and over the hill and turned right into Woodthorpe Grange Park. A few dogs were walking their owners as I limped (The feet had got so soft with being marinated in rainwater, they were hurting now) up to the top and turned 3Wed17right onto the footpath that leads down the gravel footpath straight opposite the flat’s foyer doors.

I made another detour to avoid the muddy swamp at the top.

The tree copse still looked very sparse and thinly thicketed. I’m getting impatient to see it back in its full radiant glory.

3Wed18I carefully made my way down the path onto Chestnut Walk.

Then to the social hut, and explained to Obergruppenfurheress Deana that I will not be able to get to see Cathy as arranged. Adding about the state of my clothing and me needing a little attention and drying out. Haha!

I said I’d hope to speak with her in the morning at the Social Hour.

The rain had virtually stopped now, just the odd sprinkling coming down. Made my way back to the apartment.

I noticed the stolen fire extinguishers had not been returned to the foyer or lift lobby. Tsk!

First things first, a wee-wee. Then I did the Health Checks, some a little high. I put this down to the rain-soaked walking I’d done. Sys 169 – Dia 79 – Pulse 92 – Temp 32.2.

3Wed19I put the food away and got the crock-pot on to cook the pork shoulder slices on a low setting. Got oven warming for the potato to be baked later.

Had to get the Clothes Airer out to dry the jacket out. Kept turning it over and feeling for damp patches that needed attention.

Got the trousers off, and put them on the towel 3Wed20airer in the hall.

Then I got a wash and changed into the jammy bottoms.

The legs began to stiffen and give pain, then belatedly, Hippy Hilda joined in. Had a gargle with TCP to counter a sore throat that’s coming on. Then the shivers started, so I put on the dressing gown as well. The stabbing (Almost like electric shocks?) pains from the lower back thought they would play as well then!

3Wed21I nearly got caught by the workmen on the outside hoist, showing me wearing me PP’s when I went into the spare room to get my jammy bottoms. Despite all the hassle of these upgrading works, it does give us a laugh now and then!

Remembered to put the spud in the oven, checked the slow cooker, the meat and veg were nearly ready. So I threw it away and put some of the sliced seasoned potatoes in instead. I did this because the spud would not be cooked by the time the meat and veg were overcooked. I checked the drying jacket and trews, which were okay now, so I hung them up.

Then began to update this blog.

3Wed23Feeling a bit like I was about to come down with a cold, I took extra paracetamol with the evening medications.

I didn’t want to take any more extra codeine, as I think I’ve imbibed a couple of extra ones in the last few days. I know the acetaminophen is nowhere as effective as the Codeine Phosphate, but I don’t want to become addicted.

3Wed24I went to check on the food again and observed that the rain had stopped altogether now.

The view was so beautiful, and when I opened the window to take these shots with the new Lumix. I have to say that the petrichor was as pleasant a smell as I have ever had.

I then went to the WordPress Reader, to catch up on others works.

Just got a phone call from a bloke, asking if he can speak to someone I didn’t know. I told him nobody of that name lives here. He apologised and asked if I could supply the first line of the address to confirm. I said a firm ‘No!’ The bloke then said he will remove this number from the system???

I went on Facebooking. But the system only allowed me a few minutes before it started going dead slow, so I exited and got the nosh prepared.

3Wed221700hrs: Feeling a bit rough and weary now.

Got the nosh, and listened to Herbert upstairs banging and clanging away. Only a short session, mind.

I did take a picture of the nosh, but somehow this one was mysteriously and or supernaturally removed from the camera card and off into the ether, as well as many more have recently. After consultations, Tim and I agree, it must be the Woodthorpe Court Aliens or Ghosts. Hehe!

The shivers and cramps in hands and legs had a bash at me for a while. As soon as they ceased, I was off into the land of nod.

WDP001 Waking a couple of times coughing, slipping back into slumber, before having to exit the recliner for a wee-wee. Being half-asleep still, somehow I didn’t notice that the food tray was on my stomach as I rose. Had the wee-wee, then cleaned up the mess on the carpet and chair. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 24th January 2018: Confused mind, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, Soaked in the rain, Wind moved fence and hit me on the head, Fire Alarm problems… lots of photos!

Wednesday 24th January 2018

 Hungarian: 2018. Január 24., Szerda

0100hrs: I woke and awaited the brain to join me. The ramblings, musings and confused thoughts arrived with a smattering of common sense mixed in there somewhere; hidden in with the bewilderingly chaotic fusion of almost psychedelic-like ideas, ranging from the poignant and epigrammatical to the intimidating and formidable uncontrollable irrational worries. I think there was a hint of lyssophobia in there somewhere too. These insights and anxieties seemed to melt into the ether quite quickly, and were replaced with just this one – I must get to the Porcelain Throne post- haste! Tsk! Which I did.

Oh, what a performance. Extracting my lumbering-body out of the £300 second-hand recliner was relatively pain-free, and completely accifauxpa free. Getting to the wet room was swiftly achieved without any toe stubbing or Dizzy Dennis’s. Whipping down the Protection Pants in haste to get seated and the evacuation process going. I pulled the pad from where Little Inchies lesion had bled in the night and then dried hard. This caused the blood to flow and splatter over my legs, the floor, the WC bowl and the accoutrements on the floor cabinet (Kitchen towels, toilet rolls, medical creams etc.) and sprayed over the opened pack of Protection Pants! This was not a good start, I thought to myself.

I got seated, and the Trotsky Terence affected evacuation followed. More mess to clean up! By the time I’d got things freshened sorted and cleaned up, it was 0130hrs!

Off to the kitchen to get the sphygmomanometer, thermometer, Enoxaparin hypodermic, creams, lotions and medications out to do the Health Checks and take the tablets.

Made a brew using an Olde English Extra Strong tea bag.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications. The pulse seems to be getting a little higher this week. I don’t think that is a bad thing, it proves that the battery in the aorta valve is still working at least. Hehe!

0155hrs: I set about updating yesterday’s diary.

0420hrs: Got the Tuesday post finished and posted off, at last. By gum, that tool along time to get done.

Got this one started and got up to here on it at 0520hrs!

Sorted the nibble bags out for hopefully, Nurse Nichole and the staff for when I have the blood test later today.

Went to make another brew. The winds were howling a little outside. I opened the window to have a peep out and take a photograph.

            A mistake that!

The flipping high winds blew it as I began to open the window and flung stuff all over the kitchen!

Thank heavens, the ‘Healing Time’ paintings that Patti from Orlando did for me when I was in the hospital getting the new mechanical ticker had only blown down onto the counter and not into the sink that was full of hot water and soap suds at the time! Kitchen towels, foil trays and instruction leaflets also got spread around too. Humph, what a clot I am!

0545hrs: The winds were really howling loud. I bet there are not many residents still asleep now.

I mustn’t forget to tend to the ablutions, no later than 0700hrs, or there will not be time to sort things out and get to the doctors on time for the blood test. I allow myself an hour for the walk there but usually manage it with a few minutes to spare. But this mornings wind and rain may delay me a bit. So an earlier start will be needed methinks.

An hour or so now, before showering time. I used it on Facebooking catch-up.

0640hrs: Had to leave Facebook and get the ablutions sorted. It’ll take longer today with having to tend to the you-know-what bleeding.

All went well with the purifications and decontaminationing. Hehe! Got the bag and paperwork sorted, and set off with the brolly, well wrapped up and the fur-lined hat that I bought last month that has ear covers. Of course, I won’t be able to hear anything, but it should be warm and keep the terrible wind out.

Rubbish bags to the chute on the way out. I was surprised at how well the hearing aids worked with the hat on. And although not waterproof, the thing is lovely and warm, also does keep out the wind I found. Got it from Primark for £4.99 if anyone is interested.

Set off out on the hobble to the Doctors surgery.

By gum, the wind was cruel! Some patches of the road and pavement still have bits of frost on it, despite it not being cold other than the wind. There’s a reason for this I know, but I don’t see it. Hehehe!

The rain started to belt down even fiercer now. I got to the end of Chestnut Walk and turned right down Winchester Street Hill. And it was heartbreaking when I noticed two small birds, one either side of the netting on the roadside. They were chirping loudly and trying to get to each other I think. They must have been blown out of the trees with their nest. Poor little darlings. They could or at least did not fly when I approached them, but they ran away very quickly into the grass and bushes. This put me on a downer.

Further down the hill, I crossed the road while there was a gap in the traffic.

As I crossed Hood Street on the left on the way to cut through Mansfield Street and onto Mansfield Road; As I looked left for any traffic approaching, this sight greeted me. For some reason it made me laugh? Haha!

Some thin white material, obviously blown by the high winds, had got itself entangled in a tree. I took three shots of it to give a better depiction. I wondered what the clothing was and where it had been carried from.

I kept limping along and got onto Mansfield Road and turned left to walk over the hill and down into Carrington.

Just beyond the railings on the left, I got my first dowsing from a bus that went through a puddle as it was level with me. The rain grew even more powerful.

I’d just over the crest of the hill and thought the view would make a half-decent moody-photo, perhaps. If I had taken it a few seconds later, I would have caught the estate type car hitting the back of the mini! Dang, just missed it. Never mind though.

When I got into Carrington proper, I saw this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist coming my way, and the traffic slowed down. I tried for another moody-photo effort. Which I’m sorry I did now.

For I got a massive drenching from a bus, that filled my bag with rainwater and soaked the trousers, shoes and socks! Tsk, Huh and Botherations!

I have to mention at this point, that Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald were all being sympathetic, benevolent and kind to me. I was doing well medically speaking. Only the plates-of-meat were really giving me any real bother. My EQ told me, this would not last for long.

Just a few hundred yards further on, the panel fencing on the old cricket ground was loose and blowing about in the wind. I saw this and was aware of it. But my just passing a massive puddle in the gutter, I turned and looked back to make sure that no buses were coming along… and panel blew out and hit me on the side of the head! I can now inform you, that the silly Primark hat with the ear-flaps offers pretty good protection again wayward planks of wood, too! Haha!

Got to the surgery and logged in with a new receptionist, who greeted me with a smile and asked my name. Gerald Chambers, I replied. She said; “Shingles? To see the specialist nurse? Your appointment isn’t until 1500hrs this afternoon Mr Charnley!” Int life confusing?  After I confirmed my name all was sorted, and I sat down and got the crossword book out – the now very wet crossword book, thanks to the puddles and buses en route to the medical practice. I put it back in the bag with hopes of drying it out later.

Seconds later, a new to me nurse came to collect me to take my blood. Where was Nurse Nichole? She was a cute little thing, and very helpful. She told me she’ll see me early as I’d arrived now, then I can go on my way and get home quicker. A lovely thought, but it would not work because I can’t use my bus pass until 0930hrs, but still, it was kind of her. She took the blood and afterwards there was no leaking at all. She kindly warned me that the rain was like a storm now, as I left.

I gave the bag of nibbles to the receptionist and went to leave the premises.

Well, the nurse was right, it was belting it down, and the winds continued without any lessening. I got the soaking brolly out of the rainwater filled bag, and bravely ventured out and hobbled to the Lidl shop.

The Fool!

As soon as I turned left on Mansfield Road, it happened again!

The bus you see in the distance had just given me another soaking.

I was beginning to get depressed. Hehehe!

I went to the store and intentionally took my time perusing around, in the hope that when I finished, the bus-pass would be valid to use. This proved expensive. Me, wandering around a food store is always likely to be a money-spending event. Tsk! I came out having spent £11.98 on things unwanted, unneeded and a wet bag to carry them home in. Twit! A tin of BBW mackerel to join the several tina already in the cupboard. Chocolate nibbles, more yoghourts. Potatoes. Anchovies. Bacon and air-spray.

On top of all this, I was still too early for me to use the bus-pass!

Having forgotten to take my mobile phone with me, and not owning a watch made things awkward. I stood under the brolly keeping an eye on the time of the electric bus sign.

Still a good while to wait. As I did so two fire tenders, an ambulance went by, and the police helicopter hovered above.

Eventually, 0930hrs arrived, and I moved to the bus shelter.

A bus came along, I stuck out my arm, and it passed me by. Not having a perfect day today, you know. I suppose the coach might have been full, though.

The next one stopped and climbed onboard to find only the raised seats free. Comical this, cause with me just going a few stops, by the time I got myself up and seated, it was time to get out of the seat to get off.

The timing meant I’d just missed an L9 bus.

to get back up to the flats. Curse! So, I started to walk over the hill and up through the Woodthorpe Park route home.

En route, I met Jenny with two ladies who were related to dear old Eddie. I assumed they had come over for Eddie’s funeral and to sort things out. So kind and typical of Jenny to assist and help out. She told me she had arranged for someone to come and look at my Strobe and Pillow fire alarms when she was at a Council meeting, for me. When it went off all those times, the Alert Centre had received no activation signals. I thanked her, and the three ladies shot off ahead of me to avoid getting any wetter, bless them.

Eventually, I got to the flats. Got in and put the utterly superfluous fodder I’d bought away, and got the large potato cleaned and in the oven baking.

I pondered on why I did not ask about Nurse Nichole. Fool I am! I hope she is not poorly. Ah, but it is not a Tuesday is it? (See how quick I was there? Hehe!)

I made a super-strong large mug of tea, using a Yorkshire and /extra /string English Breakfast tea bags. Took the mediations and did the Health Checks. All okay.

Then I got on with refreshing this post as far as here. The updating, took about three hours to get done.

Then I went to the WordPress Reader. Did the Comment reading and replying, then remembered the baking spud – went to check it out.

Overcooked a bit, but this made the mixing in the bowl, less hassle. I used tomato puree, just a bit, salt even less and cheddar cheese, no butter, to bash up with the removed potato flesh. Then back into the husks and replaced in the oven to brown it off for half-an-hour. Going to have tomatoes and mini pork & pickle pie with them I reckon.

Can’t believe the mess I made mixing them. Still, all cleaned up now. Had a bash on Facebook updating while waiting with baited breath for them to cooked and browned off.

The cheesy-baked potatoes were ready, as I went to get them out of the oven, the intercom phone chirped into life. It was the chap who initially installed the Fire Alarm strobe and Pillow.

Fantastic help, care and work from Jenny! Who as I said earlier, had arranged this support for me.

After asking some relevant questions, he spent some time analysing things on his laptop, contacted the Alarm Response centre. Set it off a couple of times and dealt with control when he set it off. The chap pointed out that when an alarm strobe or otherwise goes off, it should go through to Control who should contact me about it via the central alarm console, but all the times it has activated in the flat, this did not happen.

He pressed on with his investigating things and told me that he thought someone in the block was using a system on the same frequency. So he’d changed it. In the event of any alarms in the future that are not responded to by control, I am to contact him immediately and inform him or them.

I thanked him and off he went. Afterwards, as I was getting out the now-gone-cold cheesy potatoes from the oven, I realised I did not have his telephone number. Tsk!

Got the nosh sorted.

I looked delicious. It smelled marvellous.

I’ve not the foggiest what I did wrong or what was a matter with me, but apart from the cheesy baked potatoes, I did not enjoy anything else?

Disappointed.

Cold coming on from getting another soaking in the rain?