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Inchcock Today – Sunday 11th March 2018

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Sunday 11th March 2018

Javanese: Minggu 11 Maret 2018

0115hrs: Stirred into an ersatz form of life. The brain once again off of its wanderings, but trying to regain some equilibrium, at least I think it was. The conversion to a state of semi-normality came suddenly, and for some unknown reason, I felt the urge, no, the need, to make a mug of tea and do the Health Checks. As if death or worse would arrive if I failed to do so. A bizarre sensation!

The overall mood was one of loneliness, isolation and self-loathing and pity. I knew nothing had changed to cause these pathetic characteristics. This made me feel worse in a way.

Getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner was almost a piece of cake. No Arthur Itis, Crampy Craigs, Anne Gyna, Dizzy Dennis or Stubbing of toes. The back-end pustules were stinging and the Fungal Lesion I could sense without checking, needed attention to softening things, clean-up and medications.

To add fuel to the flames of my dysthymia, I noticed that Noisy Herbert in the flat above had got his front room light on. I took a photograph through the window and was pleased with how it came out. It represented how I felt at that moment I think. Darkness with a bit of light and reflections, yet confused and hard to make things out?

By the time I’d got to the kitchen, vacillations over conscience, qualms, falterings, fortitude, morality, misgivings and self-mistrust and a total lack of confidence in everything reigned. It felt terrible, and guilt joined in too. Unexpected and unwanted lugubriousness I suppose.

Off for a wee-wee. Things down below would definitely need attention later.

Back to do the Health Checks in the kitchen.

Even the picturesque early morning scenery did not cheer me up any.

Got the kettle on and stood to look around at things that needed doing to clean up in the room. No intention of doing anything though, just a feeling of guilt.

Got the Health Checks sorted and took the medications. Sys sneaking up again.

I think from Herbert above. His front room light went out, so I assumed he was off to bed. I hate weekends, especially Sundays here in the flats. No buses, don’t see anyone, noise from Herbert above.

I got the computer on, to get this post going.

Back to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session. Messy! Took an extra Dia-Limit capsule.

Went to the Saturday post to get it finished and posted off.

Did some comment-replying. Then I perused the WordPress Reader.

I had to pop into the wet room to check on the sudden sodding wet warm feeling in the Protection Pants. What I found and had to tend to, was too infandous and sensitive to describe here. Suffice to say, I had a lot of medicating and cleaning up to do.

Off to the kitchen to make a brew, and take an extra pain-killer. The stomach had started rumbling assiduously, so I took a few more swigs of the syrupy, viscous antacid-medicine as well.

The view from the window was looking a lot foggier than it was earlier.

It put me in mind of the old films and long gone better times. It was a little colder when I hung out of the window that is was on the last photographicalisation I did.

Faced down to see and photograph the cars parked up outside on Chestnut Way, and felt a few drops of rain in the mist.

Made the tea, and pondered on what I might have for the meal later on. I’d had two meals of the wonderfully tasty Cumberland Pie based efforts. I still had one to eat yet.

But thought I’d give the Lamb Moussaka a try.

I read the instructions on the back of the box.

Never having tried this meal before, I perused the ingredients printed on it.

Blimey, what isn’t in it? Many of these ingredients I’d never heard of before. I spotted it had grilled aubergines in it, and they are on the list of banned foods from the hospital. Oh dear!

After studying the list again, I think that the 7.1% aubergines are part of the… no, I got mixed up, I’ve no idea if I should eat this or not. If there is only a tiny bit in it, maybe I’ll be alright to scoff it? I used to like them before the heart-op. Confusion reigned! With the INR level so high at the moment, I decided not to risk it today. I’ll have some pork pie and chips with tomatoes methinks.

The weather had changed again, and the mist lingered.

I tentatively went on Facebooking, with fingers crossed to see if it would work this time.

Started on TFZers first.

In case the computer slowed down like it did yesterday.

Fantastic, all worked okay. Had a good hour or so this time.

I sampled a tin of the Pork Knuckle, it was delicious. So I went to the Morrison order for next week and added some more cans to it. I can use the one I opened now with the meal later.

Then I got next weeks medication pots, all filled to use later.

Had a wee-wee.

I took a look outside at the beloved Copse. I could see some darkened tree trunks that I thought had fallen for some reason.

The fog and misty had eased off, but, as I found out when I opened the kitchen window to take this picture; Very light thin rain was falling.

This decided me not to go out for a walk yet. Indeed, to maybe hibernate instead of hobbling at all.

I started on doing some graphics prep for later work on CorelDraw.

But the concentration was gone. So I got the Health Checks then ablutions done instead. It took a long, painful time getting Harold’s haemorrhoids and the Fungal Lesion sorted. Teggies, teeth, Porcelain Throne session, shaved and under the shower.

I put the oven on to heat-up while I was out.

Collated the black bags and recycling bags and got them taken to the chute. Placed the two rinsed-out empty antacid bottles and put them in the bag, to bring them to the recycling bin on the way out for my visit to the Tree Copse.

Wrapped me up well, and down and out to the green bin to deposit the bottle.

Most annoyed to see that someone had dumped what looked like electric cable coverings in the Glass Recycling bin!

This defeats the whole practice of recycling because the binmen are not going to accept it with ‘Foreign’ stuff in it. They will not have the time to sort and remove it, and it will end up on a rubbish dump landfill site! I’ll have a go at trying to remove it in the morning when I go out.

I walked over Chestnut Walk and up the gravel footpath up the hill and crossed over to the bottom field towards my beloved Tree Copse.

The grass was still wet, and the danger of slipping-over made me very cautious as I picked my footings with care.

My heart warmed as I approached the thicket.

I found myself stopping and talking to the trees, I think I was about to apologise to them for not visiting lately; when I pulled myself up and looked around to see if anyone was watching me. Hehehe!

I swear I could smell some sort of Bdellium emitting from the mini-wood, along with the dog-poo.

I reached the pathway of sorts at the back, and, I slipped on the wet mud and almost went over.

Hippy Hilda was displeased with this, as was Hernia Harry. I decided sadly, to abandon my hobble there and then, for the path further up looked in an even more risky, mired condition. I felt a little disappointed in this decision, but with Hilda and Harry playing up, I thought I had no other option but to return to the flats.

I turned and picked my way back down, trying to avoid the dodgier parts of mud.

Took this shot of all three blocks of flats, the now chiropterophilous-free Woodthorpe Court on the left, the new lower level one being built in the centre, and Winchester Court on the right of this to me, surprisingly decent photo from the bottom field. This shot had a tableau vivant about it to me, but I couldn’t identify it if you know what I mean.

As I crossed back to the gravel footpath, a lady appeared walking her tiny Yorkshire Terrier dog. I was half-way across the field, and the little mite caught my eye, and he ran over to me and got some fuss, I can tell you! The most beautiful big brown eyes almost spoke to me. The lady said: “He never goes to anyone, well he never did until now, I’m amazed!” I felt honoured. This cheered me up tremendously.

The drizzling started once again, just as I was taking this snap of the front of the apartments.

I avoided the wet-weather with perfect timing.

Hippy Hilda had calmed down.

As I got in the foyer, there was good and bad news waiting. I noticed someone had left some books to give away. I selected the Ronnie Barker book and put it in my bag, this will go in the Porcelain Throne room soon.

The bad news, Duodenal Donald started giving me some bother. More than he has for a long time. When I arrived on the twelfth floor and got out of the lift, things were very uncomfortable. First actions on entering the apartment, I got the bottle of antacid and had a few good swigs and took an extra painkiller. Had a wee-wee, then sorted the fodder. Got some chips in the preheated oven.

The ulcer had calmed down very quickly. A good thing, but this did confuse me a bit, as this had never happened before.

Another great-tasting nosh tonight. The canned pork knuckle needed a bit of fat removing here and there, but the flavour was delightful!

After consuming all of the food on the plate, I placed it on the side chair and nipped off for a wee-wee. I stubbed my right hallux with a degree of venom on the small Ottoman en route. I think I said something like “Flipping heck”, or “Fancy that!” Lie-mode adopted here!

I got back and put the foot up on the Ottoman and watched some ‘Jonathan Creek’ episodes on the DVD. Well, bits of them. After waking up and rewinding several times, I gave up and turned off the TV and DVD.

I was off into the land of Nod within seconds I think.

Inchcock Today – Friday 9th March 2018

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Friday 9th March 2018

Italian: Venerdì 9 Marzo 2018

0230hrs: Stirred into life, mind and body seemed to be in some sort of cohesion for a change. I reckon I managed five-hours sleep; although dream-filled. Not that I can recall anything about them, but I know they made me wake-up feeling nervous about something or other. Tsk! The laundry room duties came to mind, and I decided to get this done first thing.

0240hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, almost with ease. ( Okay, I thought, what’s going on with all the ailments? Reflux Roger, Hippy Hilda, Duodenal Donald, Harry Hernia, Shaking Shaun, even Dizzy Dennis were notable for their absence?) Only Inchies Fungal Lesion, Trotsky Terence and Haemorrhoid Harold were giving any bother. Very rare and worrying! Hehe! Had a wee-wee.

Down the lift to the laundry room. Nipped out of the foyer doors to take this photographicalisation of the morning view. It was not cold at all out their. And in the laundry room, it was positively warm, and no machines were running either. Got the washer filled and back to the flat.

The electronic information board informed me that it was 02:58hrs, 5°c with Heavy Rain.

Up to the apartment, had a wee-wee.

Into the kitchen with the intentions of getting the Health Checks done.

But had to nip back for another wee-wee. (Hello, the third leak of the morning. What’s going on here?)

I’m not sure how or why I did this, but I took two readings on the Sphygmomanometer. One after the other? Seem to be losing-it early today.

Time to go down to move the laundry to the drier. I noticed the poster still in the lift, and reminded myself that I was going to look up the word (On the blue logo) Secondelement the other day and forgot to. What odds of me remembering later.

Back up to the apartment. Took a selfie, (Not a pretty sight, I know) Took a photo of the poster in this lift. More to get confused over?

Inside 72 and had a wee-wee. (Oh dearie me!) Went to make a fresh brew. It was incredibly warm in there. Temperature reading at 60°f. IT has not been this warm in there for ages. Well, I fib there, don’t I? When I left the oven on for the whole of the other night, it was slightly warm. Tsk! Getting older with dignity is impossible! Haha!

To the Porcelain Throne. The oddest session indeed. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding drying and bleeding again. But this seems to be the pattern recently. I hope the appointment with the chap at the GUM clinic arrives soon. The evacuation was worrying, Trotsky Terence was still in attendance, and Harolds Haemorrhoids were very tender, bleeding and messy.

Then got the computer on to start this diary off. Ten minutes later, I was back on the Throne! Repeat performance, but it took me a long while to stop the lesion bleeding. So long that by the time I’d finished and cleaned up again, it was collection time for the laundry. Down once again.

I opened the drawer to choose one of the six or so toothbrushes we keep there for cleaning the filter out, and there was only the one? Enough to do the job I know. But what happened to the others?

Clothes out and folded, filter, drum and casing cleaned.

Then back up and had a wee-wee.

Got the togs stored away and refilled the washing pots ready for the next laundry room visit.

Then, I took a photograph from the kitchen window to the left, just because I liked the view. For once, the colouring came out exactly like it looked.

As I was taking it, I spotted the lights of a plane passing on its way presumably to the East Midlands Airport.

I zoomed in to take it.

It didn’t come out anything like the eye view. But it did remind me of the claims from the UFO 50s and 60s claimants.

Being the amateur artigrapher that I am, I got back to updating this diary and got a far as here, by 0635hrs. Long job! Then went to finalise the Thursday post.

0740hrs: Got the Thursday Diary finished and posted off.

Looked at the Emails to see if I’d had anything about the blood test or next appointment from the Doctors surgery yet. Nothing!

Checked and replied to comments on WordPress. It didn’t take long.

On to the WordPress Reader page, next.

Herbert above is very continuously noisy this morning. The first time I’ve let it bother me. Then again, maybe he has the workers in doing something?

All the heaters bar the one in the kitchen stopped working, and it got a bit colder in the flat. An hour or so later, they came back on. Very puzzling?

The door chimes rang out, and two ambulance ladies let themselves in. Looking for a tenant ladies whose name I didn’t know. We had a little chinwag, and I sent them to the Obergruppenfurheresses Hut to ask there.

I rechecked the Emails and found one from the Sherrington Park Medical Centre.

They had moved me to a Wednesday, which was much appreciated.

I went to book it on the calendar and found it clashed with the Dentist appointment! Humph!

Found the DVT results had been delivered. The reading very high at 4.9 now.

Less possibility of a heart Attack or Blood Clot, but I have to take care, cause any bleeding might be excessive. Fantastic news that, what with the Haemorrhoids and Inchies Fungal Lesion both bleeding all the time. Hey-ho! More protection pants needed! Tsk!

I got the ablutions done, Health Checks and set off to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Temporary Shed, to see if either of them was in, and to ask them if they could call the Dentist for me to move my appointment for me.

When I got outside, I took this photo from below Woodthorpe Court.

I could hear the workers drilling and knocking-away high above.

The sky looked beautiful, and it was not too cold either.

But then, I did have the new extra warm coat on and my hat and gloves. A little further down Chestnut Walk, I took a picture of the progress on the new build flats. The site seemed so busy this morning. Crews were working on all three buildings and looked so busy. A bit of light drizzle coming down on and off.

I arrived at the shed and entered. Kath was busy at a table on her computer. Three tenants were sat around. I offered them all a cheery ‘Good Morning’. Asking Kath, if any of the Wardens were about. She said no, they had just gone out on their morning visiting rounds.

I explained about the clash with the dentist and the INR blood test. She kindly offered to ring them for me, to change the appointment. Bless her cotton-socks! She’d soon got it arranged for me, and wrote it in my paper diary for me. We had a chinwag, and as other residents arrived, the gossiping-circle was widened and enjoyed by me.

Farewells offered, and I left to return to the flats.

Approached the foyer of Woodthorpe Court, I snapped this builders machine as it backed out of the end compound.

I got a right-rum look from the driver.

Up and to the apartment, and took a wee-wee.

I updated the Google calendar with the written diaries new info.

Got the oven on, warming up ready for the ready-made Cumberland pie with its extra cheese, and the potato-cakes with their sliced tomatoes to be put in later.

Made a good mug of Assam tea, Put the comestibles in the oven and set about updating this post.

Crampy Craig kicked-off, and I stopped, turned off the computer and went for a wee-wee.

Got the potato cakes and Cumberland pie from the oven, onto the tray and added a lemon mousse and a sliced apple.

At last, a tasty meal I ate all of and really did enjoy! These Morrisons Cumberland Pies, I can recommend to anyone who likes lamb. I’dd added extra cheese on top, mind.

Gobbled it all up slowly, savouring each forkful. The feeling was slightly spoilt by the noises from the flat above. The drilling and banging from outside had stopped, as the workmen and ladies had packed up for the week now.

Once again, the TV programmes on offer had plenty that I would have liked to watch. Of course, I kept nodding off. The Hustle episodes were on too late for me to stand the slightest chance of my staying awake. Tsk, always moaning me! Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Friday 16th February 2018: Graphicationalisationing. Chiropodist tended to my feet. Prescriptions Collected. Missed the bus. Nice walk through the park, where the worst of the Whoopsiedangleplops started. Local fires. Worra Day!

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Graphic wot I dun to make yer fink! Hehe!

Friday 16th February 2018

Friday 16 February 2018

0045hrs: I woke-up shivering and shaking, yet it was not cold at all. Fading fast distant memories of dreaming that was fear-making, convinced me these were the cause of the Shaking Shaun situation.

The shakes stopped as I looked around at the various piles of paperwork lying about all over the room, waiting to be sorted and filed away. I decided this job must be tackled right way. But first, the Porcelain Throne needed attending.

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the wet room. Trotsky Terence’s input had increased considerably, enough to cost me a long time cleaning up after the movement. So I decided to take a Dia capsule with the morning medications.

In the kitchen, made a brew, and got the sphygmomanometer, thermometer, hypodermic, creams, lotions, medications, drops etc. out and did the Health Checks.

Taking the Morrison own label anti-Trotsky capsule with the morning medications. Without dropping anything.

Foolishly, I opened the window to take this photographicalisation facing towards the City Centre, hiding over the hills to my left.

A mistake that, I didn’t realise how cold it was out there. It felt freezing to me.

Later I looked on Accuweather:

They had a section with the next eight-hour forecast for Nottingham on it.

While tacking the filing of the paperwork, I realised that the Foot Lady Sue would be calling at 0930hrs to cut the now painfully long toenails. These are the feet, with the scars of endless old and new toe-stubbing escapades! Hehe!

I will humble myself and apologise for my forgetting her last appointment, and crawl unashamedly!

Putting away the medical paperwork, reminded me that I have to collect the prescriptions from the chemist today as well. At least the walk there and back should be less painful, with the nails and corns done? Hehe!     Better wrap-up well before I go!

The innards were beginning to rumble again.

I started this page going up to here, then updated and finished yesterday’s diary.

Went on to Chrome from Firefox, to go in WordPress Reader. Back to Firefox for the comments.

Titivated the front room a bit.

Tried again to do some graphicalisational work, remembering to save regularly this time. Got carried away, and didn’t finish the first one, cause I wanted to make it too detailed. Tsk!

Early ablutions were performed so I will be ready when Foot Lady Sue arrives and not keep her waiting. Then have time to catch (Hopefully) the 1030hrs bus down into Sherwood. Making it a little less far for me to walk.

Sue arrived at 0944hrs and got straight on to do the nails and feet. Made an appointment for her next visit in 11th April. Paid her, gave her an Easter Egg and some DVDs I’d watched or was not interested in, thanked her, and she was off. I got myself ready for the trip to the Chemist.

But, foolishly tried to pick-up some of the errant toenail clippings and lost a lot of time. I thought I might miss the bus, so kerfuffled about in haste.

Got down onto Chestnut Walk and realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Too late to go back and fetch them now. But I could see the folks still waiting for the bus at the other end. Thre was a good few of them, so I assumed the coaches had not arrived yet, so took this photo of the delivery lorry blocking the road.

At the bus stop, I had a few farcical chats with some other tenants. The one between Nora and me… no, Doris, was the best as we had both forgotten to put our hearing-aids in this morning. Hehehe! A lovely lady is Doris.

Dropped off at the bottom of Winchester Hill (Only two stops). Hobbled up Mansfield Road on the opposite side today; A change is as good as rest? Haha!

As I got towards the crest of the hill, I came across those poor devils van parked conveniently, especially for someone on a disabled scooter or a mother with pram and children. But I did feel some commiserations with the man. He was a scaffolder working on some flats in a big house and really had no option but to break the law of the road did the man.

Over the hill and down into Carrington. And this Herbert of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as his rode towards me, and I had to move, there was no way he was going to! The git! I wondered as I turned to take this photo. I pondered on if he even noticed me! But my mood changed a few hundred yards further down the road.

I was totally amazed at the skills of the two carers, teachers or whoever they were, with this group of young ankle-snappers, as they plodded along so organised.

I’m so glad now, with how this photo came out. Cute is the word.

How do they get the nippers to walk along at the same speed while holding hands? Truly flabberghasted me and gained my admiration they did.

Ten minutes later I was in the Lidl shop. Got some lemon yoghourts, two cheesy cobs, chunky chip, cheese curls and vine tomatoes. Paid at the self-serve checkout without needing assistance once! The smug mode adopted! Mind you Obergruppenfurheress lady supervising we idiot shoppers, and shoplifters kept a keen eye on me, throughout! Hehe!

Out and to the Carrington Pharmacy, to collect the prescriptions. A beautiful young lady greeted me with a smile.

She then returned and pointed out that Deepak, the owner and pharmacist wanted to have a chat with me. The annual chinwag, you know, nothing to bother about. But of course, this delay meant I would miss the bus connection in Sherwood and would have to walk back up through Woodthorpe Grange Park to the flats.

But, I wasn’t feeling too bad, the feet had just been done, and he’s a grand chap, so I went in the consulting room with him and answered his questions. At the end of the consultation, I mentioned about the Protection Pants costing a lot of money, especially now with two sets of bleeding and my sometimes needing three pairs a day. I think he might mention this in his report to the doctor for me, to see if I can get them on prescription. (Thank heavens for help from my mate, Michael.)

I thanked him, gave the staff their Easter egg, and off to the bus stop and caught one into Sherwood.

Nearly fell off the side-saddle seat I had to use on the trip. Hehe! But the upsetting thing was getting off of the bus, checking the time and realising I only had four minutes to get over the road and up the hill to the bus stop in time to catch the L9 bus. I’d taken just a few paces and had to stand there looking at the L9 picking up the other tenants across the road and pulling off, and it was early! Tsk!

But I fretted not. Because the sun was out, there was no rain or winds, and I was in fit enough state to enjoy a slow amble through the park to my home on the hill. No Anne Gyna, Hippy Hilda or Duodenal Donald bothering me either. So I did that.

As I made my way up Mansfield Road, passing the bus stop and the new gym, I turned back to take a photo of Sherwood and noticed some Nottingham Pavement Cyclists actually pushing their bikes on the pavement. I was impressed.

But not for long. Reaching the downward part of the road, the Pavement Cyclists mounted up again. Humph!

Again, I was not perturbed or irritated! Because when I got in the park, I relaxed and became almost serene.

The dogs taking their owners for a walk, the birds in song, even signs of new growth here and there, all boosted my contentment factor. I stood for a great while just looking at nature.

Up to the top of the Pavement Cyclist free path, and right to the beloved, but sparse tree copse.

I observed that the hoist on the block of flats was on my floor, outside the bedroom window. I noticed that some apartments were in the process of having the balconies done, to differing degrees.

I was able to take a photo of the new centre flat’s progress. I was feeling good!

I put the camera back in my pocket, picked up the bags, started to walk on down the gravel hill… this was when I ended up on my haemorrhoid affected bum sat on the path after slipping on the mud! I hope no-one saw this from the flats.

A man and woman appeared from nowhere and assisted me back on my feet and sat me on the park bench. Bless them, they seemed genuinely concerned for my health. Informing me, that I looked terribly pale! A park worker joined us, inquiring if I needed an ambulance summoning. I felt such a fool! I thanked them all and told them I was okay. Which apart from the to me at least, indisputable facts that the haemorrhoids were stinging rotten and bleeding, I really did feel fine. But I thought it best not to mention the piles. Haha!

Made my back to the apartment, put the bags down and went into the wet room. And, oh boy, were them rectal lumps bleeding and hurting! Still, got things cleaned up and medicated in no time. Changed Protection Pants, naturally.

Anticepticated things, and got the purchases sorted and put away.

After a little rearranging was done, there was just enough room in the freezer to get the chips in it. I did wonder why I bought the tomatoes, already having so many in stock like? Huh!

Opened the sack of medications next and got them stored rotationally in the appropriate drawers.

Back to the wet room for a wee-wee. I checked for any new bleeding but was pleased to find none at all. A little pleasantly surprised, as well.

Did the Health Checks and took an extra Codeine 30g, in the hopes of easing the discomfort from the rear end.

1400hrs: Set about updating this and getting the photos sorted.

Got the oven warming ready for the chips to go in.

1610hrs: Got so far as to here. Checked the situation from the rear end. Still stinging, but minimal bleeding.

Kept finding toenail clippings wherever I went in the room. Hehe!

Cleaning up the preparation mess from the meal cooking, I observed some smoke on the far horizon outside.

I fetched the camera and returned to the kitchen.

Opened the window and took these shots of the incident.

I lost a lot of picture quality by zooming in, but nothing, settings etc. I tried could produce any really decent, distinct pictures.

A bit disappointed with my feeble efforts here when I downloaded them. The Lidl chips cooking in the oven needed turning, and did were not browning much at all. The thumb where I burn it the mass of water and fat at the bottom of the cooking tray is okay. Hehe!

Got the nosh sorted and served up. Mackerel in BBQ sauce, onion, sugar-snap peas, sliced Cox’s apple, tomatoes, the chips and two cheesy cobs, buttered sliced tomato and anchovies.

I put some Oriental Fish sauce on the cobs. Very tasty!

I settled in the recliner, the tray of vittles on my knee, and realised I had left the large mug of fresh clementine juice in the kitchen. Tsk!

Back to collect it from the bench. And saw another load smoke in a back garden of one of the houses on Cavendish Vale.

A lot of fires around Sherwood today?

I zoomed in, it looked like a bin fire of some sort to me. Didn’t half give-off some smoke. It soon eased off, mind.

Back to the victuals, and the chips were barely lukewarm by then.

Most annoyed with myself.

I am a photographicalisation addicted fool!

At least this photographicalisation taken to the left came out okay and without any smoke in it.

Got the Health Checks and medications sorted.

It had been a busy and incident ridden day for me this Friday. I fear this might have been the cause of my not being able to get to sleep at all, not even the odd nod-off, for hours and hours. I tried all of the usually successful tricks; Reading, TV and DVD, all with total failure.

The brain assiduously took me to places, ideas, fears, of its own will and choice. It led me into pondering over pneumatophilosophy, aliens, death and dying and forced me into finding faults with the argentocracy and self-serving politicians today. No rest nor sleep for me tonight. Thanks to the discombobulated brains welter of autonomous wanderings! Humph!

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Sunday 11th February 2018

Bengali: রবিবার 11 ই ফেব্রুয়ারি 2018

0155hrs: After an extended period of uhtceare, ending with feelings of disquietude and nervosity firmly established in my psyche, I recognised the winds were howling fiercely. A knocking or clanging noises were coming from somewhere. Looking out of the window, I could see that ‘Noisy Herbert’s’ front room light was on, and ungraciously assumed that the noise was emanating from his apartment. I realised this was an unfair assumption and chastised myself inwardly for concluding things without knowing for sure.  After all, I thought, the builders have been doing work on the cladding all week. It may well be something swaying in the wind that is the reason for the clattering and not Herbert at all. Sorry, Herbert.

The grey-cells seemed to have lost their quotidian tendency for poriomania and felt quite concentrated this morning. This soon ended, as soon as I tried to move physically; I knew I needed to check out the lower region, the fungal lesion when I felt that dreadfully disconcerting warm, wet sensation. By the time I had got myself out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into an upright position, I’d recognised various ailment were in bad moods. Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Reflux Valve Roger, all seemed to kick-off at the same time. Tsk! Off to the Porcelain Throne.

Oh dearie me; Rather a lot of bleeding had soaked the PPs front and back. And to make the discomfort worse, Trotsky Terence was back, and Dizzy Dennis paid a visit after the movement was achieved. After so many days virtually free of so many of these ailments, I think I knew they had to return. I just wasn’t prepared for so many simultaneously. Humph! I had a stand-up wash and changed into a new pair of PPs. During which I managed to avoid any toe-stubbing or to topple over. So, all hope for the day was not lost. Hehehe!

Into the kitchen and got the Health Checks completed. Nothing to fret over in the results methinks.

Got the medication pots done up for next week.

The winds seemed to die down outside, and a spot or two of rain descended.

I realised I’d not taken the morning medications yet, and had half a mug of cold tea handy to imbibe them with.

Looked at the scribble-pad before starting to do any of the diaries. The third item on this list was unreadable I’m afraid.

I made a fresh brew of tea and onto the computer, to start doing this post and got as far as here.

Went on WordPress Reader. But it would not let me get into it again, just a blank screen. So I tried on Chrome (I was using Firefox). This allowed me to use the reader. I tried updating this post in Chrome. But it would not go through on saving. Back to Firefox.

Made another brew, and took this picture zoomed-in from the main room.

It didn’t come out well at all. Tsk!

Tried to make the comments on WordPress. Firefox permitted me this time. It all gets me confused, you know!

0258hrs: Went on to start and finish yesterdays blog.

0530hrs: Got it all done an posted off. Had a look at the local weather forecast for today and tomorrow. Heck! Not very good that!

Still, the computer is playing up now and then. The left foot big toe is stinging from the stubbings I gave it last night. (Fool!) Anne Gyna persists with her tight twinges. Duodenal Donald was so vicious; so I took an extra omeprazole capsule to counter it.

Did Facebooking, WoprdPressing and a bit of Facebooking.

Several hours on YouTube. I got carried away with watching so many clips and videos of traffic incidents and accidents. Then got into the conspiracy ones over the disappearance of poor little Madeleine McCann. I still feel something is wrong with the parent’s actions and am suspicious of their implications.

I read about the child killer Jon Venables. I do think it is disgusting that James Bulger. One site declared that this monster has had over £5m pounds spent on keeping him since was jailed in1993. I feel sick in the stomach.

Watching these programmes for hours on end did me no good at all.

I got the nosh done early. Lovely sausages, horrible potatoes, great tomatoes, apple slices and raw onions, terrible, bland bread and wonderful lemon curd yoghourt. The Australian BBQ sauce was excellent.

After consuming the vittles, I placed the tray on the other chair arm. Turned the TV on, and fell asleep for ten hours!

I suppose I must have needed it?

When I woke up, I thought it was time to get up. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner… and knocked the tray over, Tsk! Cleaned things up and realised what time it was.

I thought, well, there’s no way I can get to sleep again now after all that kipping. Washed the pots. Had a wee-wee. Got a mug of clementine juice and sat down.

Put the TV on, and I was off, into the land of nod again!

Woke up to this on the TV screen.

I’d missed most of the day. Mind you, being a Sunday it didn’t matter.

A 1949 film with Jack Warner in it was on, and I went off… to sleep yet again.

Should I be worried? Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 14th Decmber 2017:

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Thursday 14th December 2017

Turkish: Perşembe 14 2017

0130hrs: I stirred, pandiculated gently, added to the several pages of notes the pad, that, I assumed I had done overnight about the Whoopsiedangleplops yesterday, and the dream I’d had last night.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. All wind, no solids, not even any liquids evacuated. I did sit there a while pondering on the events of yesterday, doing my damndest to recollect something of the blank spots, without any luck. I got the shpilkes when I realised just how much I could not remember.

I recognised that getting the Wednesday the 13th Inchcock Today updated would entail a lot of difficulties. So I did the Health Checks and took the medications, made a brew and set about sorting it out.

The Sys and Dia are still a bit high. I assessed the physical attributes. Water retention in legs, bad ✘. Reflux Roger, A lot easier and gone down, not sticking at all ✔. Duodenal Donald, Playing up ✘. Hernia Harry, Good ✔.  Anne Gyna, Not too bad at all ✔. Hippy Hilda, bothersome ✘. Arthur Itis Knees, ✔, Hands ✔ Wrists ✘. Ankle Tendonitis, Okay ✔. A toothache, Not too bad ✔. Metal Ticker, No problems ✔. Haemorrhoid Harold, Bleeding ✘. Constipation Conrad, Okay ✔. Dizzy Dennis, Only one spell up to now ✔. Prostate Percy, leaking ✘. Boils, Still there but not painful? ✔, Trotsky Terence, Good ✔, and Crampy Craig, Okay  ✔ So, let’s add these up, (Where’s my abacus? Hehe!)

Goods ✔= 14 – Bads ✘= 7. I’m content, pleased-as-punch and tickled pink with that. Fank you!

I’ll have to think up a name for the Blank Spells when everything seems to go vague, and memories disappear, although thank heavens this is not very often, it has happened more this year than ever before. Blank Bob? Vague Vernon?  Maybe, Obscure Oscar? Suggestions welcome.

Many wee-wees throughout today.

On with sorting the diary out again, then another summoning from the innards to the Porcelain Throne! And what a session that was. Trotsky Terence seems to have been replaced with Constipation Conrad; Who minutes ago I gave an ‘Okay’ rating. Hehehe! Still, it gave me a chance to catch up on the Lenigrad book.

I don’t know that the pillock living above is up to, but he ain’t half banging away, sounds like he’s dragging and then slamming things?

Finally got the 13ths Inchcock Today completed and posted off.

MAde a start on this one. Good heavens, it’s 0800hrs already!

I wish I were confident about what is going on about the upgrade. I know I’ve to stay in until something happens today and all day tomorrow. If the builders come early enough in the morning, I can go see Brother-in-law Pete skating in the slab square.

Got up to make another brew and had a Dizzy Dennis. Whatever was wrong with me yesterday afternoon, has apparently not finished with me yet. I’ll best not go to the Social Hour today. That’s two weeks I’ve missed now. Humph!

Caught up to here on the blog, then did some WordPress reading and comments.

On to Facebook.

Did a bit of work on CorelDraw for the TFZer series. Then did the ablutions.

Finally, four hours later, I got the TFZer graphics done. I’m going to make a post with them all on. Here are a few of them.

Got the nosh prepared.

I’d overcooked the beef slices and potatoes. Used the balsamic glaze on them both. The beetroots were a little hard, the tomatoes were bitter, but the lemon mousse and clementine juice were okay.

I did the Health Checks and off to the Porcelain Throne – Constipation Conrad had now got a grip, and it was not easy. On the bright side, the Lenigrad book will soon be finished at this rate. Still unsure whether to risk taking Senna?

I felt weary again and got one of the Seagal films out of the box and into the DVD player. I was so pleased that it had subtitles… until I found out it was only Norwegian subtitles! Tsk!

Settled in the recliner, tray and dirty plate and cutlery on the chair next to it, I proceeded to fall-asleep and wake-up repeatedly for hours.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 3rd December 2017: Emotional ups and downs today, Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop and Duodenal Donald kicks off… Hey-Ho!

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Sunday 3rd December 2017

Sunday 3rd December 2017

0110hrs: finding the words to describe what happened when I woke after two hours sleep, is problematical.  For the grey-cells had gone off on their own again, making anything logical or coherent hard to decipher for the first hour or so. Even remembering parts of that first sixty-minutes was a right fertummelt.

Without removing my mass from the £300 second-hand recliner, I know I played with the mobile phone to get it working again, no idea what I was doing of course, but it seems to be working alright now?

I found myself in the kitchen, not realising how I got in there, or even why I went in, apparently in a rush… I think. So I put the kettle on and took the medications.

 As I went to do the Health Checks, the book was already filled in with this morning’s readings? Odd or what?

I spent some time on the Porcelain Throne, got through a few chapters of the book. A good clean up after another messy session and wiped surfaces, door knobs, taps with the antiseptic wipes.

Back in the main room, to find no signs of any nocturnal nibbling, notwithstanding my not having eaten any meal yesterday, or anything this morning? Yet there were plenty of nibbles unopened on the Ottoman. I had notes scribbled on both notepads, but they were beyond deciphering. The earlier ones about the nightmare were eligiblish, though.

The cover on the chair was in disarray, a pen and the torch on the floor. The brain seemed to be operating again, although slowly and the memory was not good.

I made another cup of tea and decided to finish off the Saturday post, which I did. Then started creating graphics headers for the next few days diaries. This took me over six hours, as I was determined to make some interesting ones. Three trips to the Throne needed while doing this task. I wish Trotsky Terence would make his mind up.

Back to the kitchen to make another mug of tea.

Pondered on what to have to eat later, but could not make my mind up.

Finally, well after 0930 hrs, I got the Graphics finished and started on this post.

First time for ages, I felt a little peckish and thought I’d have a banana. Went into the kitchen again and found they were not ripe yet, still green from Tuesday when they were delivered. I’d left them in the window near the heater, thinking this might ripen them up a bit. But, no.

Made yet another small mug of tea. I’m drinking a lot, but not eating much?

Depression came over me, and I have not the foggiest idea why?

I decided to go on WordPress Reader and see what the other bloggers are posting and have a good perusal of them.

Went on Facebook next.

Got off of it three hours later Tsk!

Got the fodder sorted, Decided on Scottish buttered bread, red cheddar cheese, potato-letters, crispy bacon and franks. Sliced tomatoes with balsamic vinaigrette? Hope I can eat it, cause I just don’t feel too hungry? Odd this, the tooth pain eases off after it came out, and now I still can’t get any desire for fodder!

Left a bit of it uneaten, and did not really enjoy what I did nibble?

Fell asleep and the phone rang again and woke me, I ignored it this time.

Duodenal Donald suddenly kicked off, in no uncertain terms.

The sheer pain stopped me getting off to sleep again. Got up and washed the pots. Did the Health Checks, took the medications, tried to read the Erskine Quint book, had a wee-wee and turned the TV on, that did it, I fell asleep.

I knew I’d had some terrible dreams, but no details remained in the grey cells.

Jumped awake, in need of the Porcelain Throne, but just wind, wet and blood arrived? I sensed this was not good.

Back to the recliner and as I settled, I knocked the mug of orange juice off of the Ottoman. Extracting myself from the clutches of the £300 second-hand recliner to fetch a cloth, I stubbed my toe and knocked the camera off of the same Ottoman.

At this stage, bits of the earlier dream returned, why I don’t understand. But I was operating on someone in surgery and could not find the pen in their stomach, they had swallowed, and felt very guilty and sad, this transferred to my current situation instantly, and a depression of grand proportions dawned.

Got the cleaning up done, robotically.

The bloke upstairs was banging about again, as he had been doing on and off all day too.

Dizzy Dennis paid a short visit as I settled once again.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 11th November 2017

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Saturday 11th November 2017

Italian: Sabato 11 Novembre 2017

I woke with much perturbation of the mind this morning. Unsure as to why, by I was fretting over various unrelated things within seconds of gaining some imitation grasp on what was about… then the memories of some of the dreams came to mind, and I think they may have been the cause for my solicitude of the grey-cells? I was back working at Carters pop factory, but everything had changed, I didn’t know how to operate any of the machines, find my way around or recognise anyone in the place. I just seemed to poddle about being ignored. I came to the decision that I was dead and a ghost. This settled the situation down, and I flew around looking down on everything around all of the sections and warehouses. I seemed very content for a while, then I found myself on a canal in a wooden boat and sinking, this time I was not a ghost.

I’m sure so much more occurred in the nightmare, but can’t recall much.

As I placed my feet on the carpet as I extracted my bulbous body from the recliner, the top of all the toes on the left foot, were in agony. Had I been sleepwalking? I checked around, and there were no signs of this or any nocturnal-nibbling.

Had a decent cleanup, teggies (Oooh! Hehe!) shave.

Now there is, or must be the reason why I took this photographicalisation of the wet room sink with the flannels being put in to soak after the ablution session had taken place.

What that reason is, I have no idea.

Sad innit?

The Porcelain Throne session was much better this time. Did the Health Checks and took the medications. Sys 159 Dia 76 Pulse75 Temp 32.1.

No attention’s from Dizzy Dennis or Pleurodynia Portia, Anne Gyna or Hernia Henry, a  good start I thought.

I cracked on with creating a photographic ode, come rhyme.

It took me six hours to get it completed, and I was not happy with it at all.

I took a break and updated Friday’s Inchcock Today and got them posted.

Forever making cups of tea all the time?

The Iceland delivery arrived, and I got it put away.

Back on to the poem come ode creating.

The graphics were not too bad.

The wording was not proper, but I was just too tired to carry on editing it.

I got this blog started off.

I pondered on what to have for dinner. Simple stuff today, tinned tomatoes seasoned with herbs, frankfurters and bacon bits to be cooked and put in the bowl with the vegetables. Some sliced wholemeal cobs arrived with the order, so they’ll do nicely.

Finally around twelve hours after waking up, I got around to doing the WordPress Reader session.

Got the bacon bits in the oven and low light under the saucepan of tomatoes?

Took the second photo of the day hanging out of the window. A good view of the comparison between AM and PM?

Did the Health Checks and medications were taken.

A quick bash on Facebooking,  going slow again. Took ages and I still didn’t get all I wanted to do finished. Tsk! Had to stop and close down to get the nosh ready

The nosh was great tastewise.

With contented innards, I settled to watch a film on the gogglebox, about the Gallipoli Campaign.

The first set of advertisements and I nodded off into a mix of weird dreams that made no sense to me at all.

Around eleven o’clock, I had to rise and get to the Porcelain Throne. Which proved somewhat costly in the pain stakes! The left arm slipped down between the two chairs as I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner, starting the two little oven burns bleeding as I withdrew the arm. Stubbed my toe en route and hit my elbow on the sharp corner section of the cabinet as I sat quickly upon the seat.

At least there was no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, Haha!

Fell asleep on the Throne. Stirred around 0100hrs and got back into the recliner after washing the pots.

Inchcock Today – Monday 6th November 2017

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Monday 6th November 2017

Macedonian: Понеделник 6 ноември 2017 година

0230hrs: Woke feeling a tad unwell, but this cleared up after I noticed in the bin, the multitudinous signs of my patent nocturnal nibblings.

Empty lemon mousse pot, Marmite crisp packet, two mini-cheese nibble bags and mystery crumbs on the Ottoman!

Also, the pot of chocolate nuts looked like I might have been delving into it with a vengeance. Huh! Then I recalled last nights meal disaster and eating only a few forkfuls of the concoction.

While pondering over this, and trying to avoid feelings of guilt and blame descending on me, I had to absquatulate the £300 second-hand recliner with some haste to get to the Porcelain Throne. A terribly messy affair. Cleaned things and me up and off to the kitchen. Did the Health Checks and took an extra ADRC capsule with the morning medications.

Anne Gyna was still bothering me a little, but Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were both found to be in a good mood.

Did last weeks totals on the HC’s.

0300hrs: Sorted the Firework photos out and got a blog page done and posted with them.

Started this page going up to here, then did some WordPress Reading. Facebooking, then Email checks.

As the day grew lighter, another unique looking skyline. Almost a beige/brown line-strip on the horizon, that soon changed a deeper blue?

Tended to the ablutions and got (Well I thought I had at the time) everything sorted for the trip.

Out to the lift and pressed the call button – realised I had not got the hearing aids in, so nipped back and got them in. Back down the elevators and out into the cold but sunny weather. The workmen were putting up supports ready to do the outside of the balconies on my side of the building. At least I knew where the banging and clunking was coming from. They were on the second storey.

Along Chestnut Way and the chaps were having difficulties getting a delivery lorry trying to back into the compound where the new apartments were being built.

On towards the end of the road and the bus stop, and I realised I had not put the Surgery Card in my pocket, so, back once more to the flat to fetch it.

Down yet again, and some folks were at the bus-stop chinwagging as I passed them by on my walk to my destinations. The leaves were still frozen to the ground and some on the grass was too. Brr!

Down Winchester Street Hill, left up and over the incline and down into Carrington and to the Doctors Surgery.

I spoke with the receptionist. Going into depth about the problems caused for me with them not letting me know my INR level is reading in time, and sometimes not at all, so I have no chance of getting to the dentist in time if the result is in range, to beg them to fit me in. Also, their not giving me an appointment for the next DVT Blood Test and me forgetting to book one means I have to travel to either the City Hospital or QMC to have my next DVT Blood Test done.  She was very helpful verbally about it and said she would ask if anything could be done about it for me. I then asked for some extra pain-killers to be ordered, as I am using more currently with my toothache and Hippy Hilda Hassle. She said she would put in a request for me. I asked for an appointment for the next blood test next Monday, and she gave me Monday 13th Nov 0939hrs. I thanked her.

Nurse Nichole came into the office area, and very worryingly, my smile and wave went unanswered. This put me in a depression straight away. I’m hoping she had not seen me.

I departed and wandered down the road to the chemists.

Near one of the house gates, some Nottingham Street Art was photographed. A garden BBQ I think it was.

Over the pelican lights and down to the pharmacy. Collected the bag of prescriptions.

Then along to the Lidl store, seeking some of the Italian Chestnuts. I bought the last three packs they had on the shelves and a bar of chocolate with hazelnuts. Paid up and made my way to Hucknall Road to go to the GUM clinic.

Caught the 17 bus, and en route I got out the appointment card and Whoopsiedangleplop, it was for next Monday the 13th, not today! Still, it was for 1440hrs, so I’ll have tons of time to get there after the blood test. Lucky that!

I decided to stay on the bus and go to Bulwell. Where I could feed the mallards, try B&M for the curried beans and Fulton Foods for any bargains on offer.

Dropped off the bus and made my way into Bulwell Market.

Called at the cheapo shop, but nothing of interest on offer. Hobbled to the Fulton shop and had a peruse around. Ended up getting two Cooked Polish Chicken legs, the ones that cost about £2.50 to £3 at Tesco. They were short dated, but only cost 69p each! Well pleased with the bargain. Also a packet of cooked beef slices. I left and walked across the square to get to the B&M unit, I realised I may have made a bit of a Whoopsiedangleplop had been made again. Could I eat this delicious chicken with the poorly teeth? Twit!

B&M had nothing of interest either. Walked across to the River Leen bridge and fed the Mallards and pigeons. Something below the bridge disturbed and fritted the pigeons, and I caught them taking off. They were soon back to finish off their nuts and mealworms.

The bags were seeming to get more massive now.

The weight of a dollop of medications didn’t help. Hehe!

It was not getting any warmer either, despite the Sun shining to try an fool us.

Got to the Tram Station and validated my Pensioners Free Bus Pass on the machine.

A crowd grew, and I knew I was in for a battle and physical danger when the transport arrived. It is always the same from Bulwell. The doors open and a free-for-all takes place. I know to just wait until the others have fought their way on before getting on. Wise.

The train arrived in about twelve minutes, and I got on, and there were plenty of free seats for a change.

Over the next few stops, the tram filled and many people were standing. When we arrived at Radford Road, two ticket inspectors got on, and about ten to twelve passengers got up late when they saw them and got off themselves? Highly suspicious! Most certainly some None-payers in the exodus for sure I thought.

I alighted at the Theatre Royal, and with fortunate timing too.

When I got to the bus stop on Queen Street, the L9 was due in three minutes according to the electronic sign.

Had a bash at the crossword book en route back to Woodthorpe Court. With struggling a little with the bags, I was last off of the vehicle, and many of the wonderfully social tenants wanting to get on spoke to me. Things like: “Christ I thought it’d be you making us wait!”, “Come on Gerry, Gerry move on!”,  “Tsk! You old fool!”, “Where the ‘ell ‘ave yo bin then?” and my favourite of those I  heard;  “Who let you out again?” Hehehe, True! A witty gang, bless em.

Hobbling down to the building, I saw that the workmen were now up to the floor below mine with the support fitting metal frames erections. When I got up, and in the flat, the noise was horrendous, and I had a headache within minutes. But no point in complaining, it’s got to be done.

Put the computer on to record the appointment for the INR Blood Test for Monday 13th, and guess what? I have a Dentists appointment at the same time. Krapgunglespit, another Whoopsiedangleplop! Never mind, tomorrow I’ll call on the dentist and explain the situation and cancel it until later.

While I had the machine on, I did a Morrison Order.

Got the nosh ready.

The chicken was delicious, and I managed to get around the teeth problems by breaking bits off of the leg and cutting them up. But still caught the incisors a few times making me jump. Haha!

Well shattered and worn out now, I put the washing in the bowl, sat down, put a DVD on and promptly fell asleep.

Sister Jane stirred me back to life with a phone call. She said that the Police from Pegasus had called her, they had been trying to get in touch with me to confirm whether I needed to stay on or go off the register with them. I had forgotten to tell them about my change of address. She kindly said she would thank them for me and cancel my listing tomorrow. I felt so guilty as she was informing me and rightly telling me off and saying: “People like you must annoy them, so, not answering their letters.” As she spoke, I did recall getting a letter forwarded from the old place but have no idea what I did with it now. Perhaps it was during one of my blank spots or dizzy spells I don’t know. But I felt all the self-loathing and hatred coming on again. Janet told me to wait to visit her until she had her operation and had got back home, then she might want a visit later, to cheer her up. Most sensible thought that. I hope things go well for her and she can wear what footwear she fancies afterwards. I might go with her or meet her in town so she can pick out a pair of shoes she fancys for Christmas and her Birthday?

Depressed, I tried to get back to sleep, and eventually I managed it.

Then the new Fire Alarm Shaker went off under the back cushion! The Strobe did not activate, though. As we all (Most of us anyway) know, I get confused much more lately, and this did me no good at all. I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and put my hearing aids in, looked out of the window, no signs of any brigade in attendance.

Felt the door handle on the main door with the back of my hand, no heat, so I opened it, no sounds of any alarm activation sounding?

After this, I could no longer sleep at all. So I stayed up and updated this diary. The compunction and penitential thoughts combined with fretting about the alarm made sure there would be no more sleep tonight.

I must remember to let Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana know about this. If it is to give false alarms like this often, I’d sooner not have it installed.

0100hrs: A rotten ending to a bad day, and lousy start to another.

Inchcock Today – Monday 30th October 0217: Accifauxpa, Blood Test with Nurse Nichole ♥, Shopping, Tree Copse Walk ♥, Memory Blanks, Elevator down, Bleeding… A Mixed Day!

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Monday 30th October 0217

Woke and up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner at 0130hrs.

Health Checks, medications were taken and off to the Porcelain Throne. Settled and got the book to read, but no time this morning. The evacuation was a lightning fast sanguinary discharge. The blood splatter was widespread and needed a lot of cleaning up. During which, a little Accifauxpa, as I bent down to clean the floor, the head came into contact with the corner of the cabinet, and the porcelain. Above the nose and on top of the dome. Haemorrhoid Harold was in full-flow, bless him.

I think I said “Oh, fancy that!” or something close. Hehe! 

Good job this happened before I got myself dressed.

The head aching a bit, and the innards now growling and rumbling, I felt a little poorly and off-colour, suddenly. Then Roger Reflux started sticking and causing me some bother too. Oh dear, something coming I’m not going to like, I can tell!

I got the computer on and got the average readings for the Health Checks calculated on Excel for last week. Apart from the weight, I think it looks alright.

I checked that I had altered all of the clocks belatedly last night, to make sure I’d done them correctly and missed any. Travel clocks in Wet Room, Kitchen and next to the computer (Keep it there to use as an alarm), and the big Pound Shop one on top of the electric fire that I cannot afford to use. Hehehe!

Checked that the Deep Vein Thrombosis (DVT) International Normalized Ratio (INR) Warfarin (Coumadin) Blood Test, (A mouthful innit, when you use the complete name), the appointment was for 100hrs today. Got the nibbles ready in the bag and made sure I had the Record Card in the coat pocket to take with me.

Agoraphobia overcomes me at times. (Not a fear of heights but, the abnormal fear of expecting or experiencing an awkward or embarrassing situation from which I cannot find an escape). The mess I’m in. With trying to get the INR level in range, get proof and take it to the dentist. Who will not do anything with the teeth, unless they have this evidence of the reading? And this has to be provided within 48hrs of the said INR test being taken. Then I have to get to the dentist and beg them to fit me in! Total failure on this for eight weeks nearly now and the toothache is not getting any better. The Doctor is not letting me know the results in time… Oh I’m fed-up!

Off for a wee-wee, and spotted some blood I’d missed that had splattered onto the shower curtain. How the haemoglobin travelled that far I’ve not got the slightest idea? Cleaned it up and antisepticised it. Checked the rear end for any further leakages, only the tiniest few spots were found. Good that! Cleansed everything and applied some fresh ‘H’ Cream.

My lack of confidence was becoming lacker! Hehehe!

Finished off yesterday’s sad diary and got it posted.

Did some WordPress reading and comment replies.

Went for a wee-wee. Made another mug of tea and checked up on Haemorrhoid Harold’s condition; All fine, no bleeding at all now, sore mind.

Went on CorelDraw. Did a political funny about MPs and Hell’s Gates, to use on a later diary and posted it to my Pinterest Political Funnies Gallery.

Went onto Facebook.

Ablutions tended to. A jolly good session had. Shaved meticulously with only two cuts. Back-brush and loofa utilised. Freshened up with Brute and citrus deodorant. (I fully anticipate being lunged after by the ladies desperate for my body when I get out [Surprisingly this did not happen? Hehe!])

Sorted-out and took the refuse sacks to the chute.

I got everything needed. Well, I thought I had. Out and down the lift, met a new tenant lady and thought how quietly spoken she was. Then realised I had gone out without putting in the hearing aids. Tsk! So back up in the lift and collected them, and down again. As I got out of the elevator, Deana was talking to the new lady. I told her I had some nibbles for her and Obergefreiteress Julie and would lave them in the fridge in the hut for them.

Hobbled out and down to the hut with Daisy. Who didn’t look too good to me? Made a few funnies to try and cheer her up. Into the shed and left the fish and nibbles for the Wardens.

A quick chat with Doreen and Thundergob as I went out of the end door.

Welsh Bill, Daisy and a few others were at the bus stop as I passed them. Quick laugh, and onwards I trudged.

Down Winchester Street Hill and through the sideroads to Mansfield Road.

Some Nottingham Street Art on the pavement. Looked almost new some of the gear?

Left up Mansfield Road towards Carrington and the surgery. Over the crest and down. Do you know, I didn’t see a single Nottingham Pavement Cyclist? Never been known before! Hehe!

Got to the surgery car park, and had to wait a while for a motorist going in and a car going out had to manoeuvre a bit. Still, no rush, the appointment was for 1000hrs I thought. When I got in and reported to the Oberleutnant Receptionist, and sat down, getting the crossword book out.

I got really disconcerted when the lady came to me and told me my appointment was for 1050hrs. (How I made that cock-up, I didn’t know). She informed me the clocks should have gone back at the weekend by an hour. Anyway, she was very nice about it, and I told her I’d wait. She said the nurse might see me earlier if she gets the time. I thanked her and got on with a mammoth session on the crosswords, and even did rather well at them for once.

Half-an-hour or so later, a beautiful thing happened, a wondrous thing! A voice from the nurse, close my left ear-hole spoke to call me in – It was Nurse Nichole. I could have cried with joy. At last, I got to see her.

There was something, quoted by Photographer and Wordsmith Tim Price that I intended to tell her, but the brain and excitement of seeing her blocked it out, and I could not remember. Huh and Tsk!

She soon had the blood taken and was patient with me telling her about the ‘Blanks’ I’d been having. Told whatever I do if this happens again, I must see the Doctor. I also told her of my not being given the INR results in time for me to get to the dentist to beg for an appointment. I gave the nibbles for her and the others and departed.

Leaving the car park, I had to wait for an old couple to get into their taxi, and held the door for the lady, closing it when she was safely in and buckled her up.

Hobbled down to the Insult Store… sorry, Lidl Store and had a walk around.

Got one of the two things I’d gone in for (I forgot the milk, Humph!), and twelve items I didn’t need. Found some Balsamic Sauce. Some Texan and Hickory Maple Syrup Cooking Sauce and other not needed fodder.

Caught a bus into Sherwood. As I got off, I saw the L9 bus across the road pulling away. I thought at the time, and guilty so; If I hadn’t stopped to help the old couple in the car park at the surgery, I could’ve caught that bus up to the flats instead of having to walk up! Naughty Inchcock!

I crossed over the road and up over and down the hill to the Woodthorpe Grange Park entrance. I’m so glad I did now.

Not many dogs were walking their owners this afternoon. But the lady with the two astonishingly friendly old whippets turned up as I was photographing the poor trees near the Pitch & Putt course. They seemed to recognise from the last time and appeared glad to see me as I was them. A bit of fuss for a minute or so, that made me feel good and happy. Funny innit?

Cheered me so much, I decided to have a walk down the gravel hill and through m beloved Tree Copse while there was still some greenery on the sparsely leaved trees.

The Pictorial Record of the Hobble Down Through the Copse.

I had to take care not to slip on the leaves or trip on the branches coming up through the ground, but did okay, coming out at the Meadow at the bottom, near the flats, and in amazingly high spirits too.

I’d seen and conversed with Nurse Nichole, actually been of use in helping others, hobbled without any Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas, met the glorious whippets and had a fuss with them, and taken a slow, careful stumble through perhaps, to me anyway, the most beautiful Copse in Nottingham. Life seemed good suddenly. But it was not to last, I’m afraid.

Up out of the Meadow I went, and back down to the apartments.

I dawned on me that I had not seen any birds of any type since entering the thicket. This I was a sure sign… no idea what sign.

Haha!

As I neared the building, I could sense (The EQ you know) that something was going to knock me back into depression again.

No workmen in the protective tent at the moment.

Got to the lifts (Elevators for my American friends), Number One was again out of action. The other one was on the twelfth floor as I pressed the call button. (Where it stayed for what seemed a lifetime to me) The need for a wee-wee growing ever more urgent as I waited for the cage.

And waited, and waited. Not sure how long it was before it started to come down, but I was on the verge of having to walk up the stairs, and the holding of the water was doing me and my innards no favours.

When it did arrive, Jenny and Frank were struggling out with a dirty great fridge freezer. They were taking it to the other block of flats. Bless the Jenny and Frank, always helping others. In my condition, I could not help them and felt incompetent at this. But the warm wet feeling was already showing itself from the lower regions, and the embarrassment was total!

I got to the wet room in the flat as soon as I physically could, feeling confident I had involuntarily passed some wee. I soo found out that I hadn’t, but had moved some blood. Yes, the damned fungal-lesion had opened again! Got things cleaned and the Betamethasone Corticosteroid Cream applied.

I’d spotted some American medication for people on Warfarin on the net earlier. Sounds just the ticket for me.

I must remember to ask Nurse Nichole or Doctor Vindla if anything similar is available on the NHS for me try out.

Things appeared okay after half an hour or so, but I shall be ever watchful.

The noise from the workmen, drilling and knocking was driving me mad, hours and hours it went on. Of course, it can’t be helped, the jobs have to be done.

Got the nosh cooking, then updated this diary.

Baked beans, Vegetarian and battered Chip-Shop Sausages and the horrid Anya Potatoes for din-dins. Lemon Dessert to follow. I left most of it. Not that it was any worse than my meals of late, it’s just that the appetite seemed to disappear as I ate?

The loose and painful incisor teeth suffered.

Put the pots in to soak in the bowl and had a wee-wee, then checked out Little Inchies lesion, no bleeding. Added a blob more of the cream.

A headache began, but I was confident it had been the earlier droning, drilling and knocking noises from the builder lads that had caused it. So I wasn’t worried. Dare not take any extra pain-killers with whatever drugs are in the various creams I’m using.

Talk about beautiful, after the fantastic walk in the Copse, now the evening sky cheered me up a bit as well.

I took a few more similar photographs of this scene and saved them to use later in the TFZer graphicalisations.

Today had definitely been one of the ups and downs, extremes. Highlights and lowlights.

Got the TV on and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner. Fell asleep and dreamt of being in a vast artist studio with ubiquitous clay models easels, paintings spread all around. I was not the artist, I sensed that much. Spike Milligan’s head was on the wall, he was whistling while I was being told off in no uncertain terms by two ladies wearing Victorian-like clothing? That’s all I found on my scribbled note about this dream.

Stayed awake to watch a bit of TV in between nod-offs, for a good while. Pointless of course.

The last thing I recall was Reflux Roger giving me some gip, and I took a swig of the medicine on the side Ottoman and spilt some down my dressing gown.

Been a funny day.

Inchcock Today – Thursday 26th October 2017: Tenants Social Hour

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Thursday 26th October 2017

Esperanto: Ĵaŭdo 26 Oktobro 2017

2230hrs (Yesterday): I’d woken up thinking it was morning and discovered what time it actually was.

I’d taken the Health Checks but did notice the time before swallowing the medications and applying the various creams and lotions Tsk!

I got the Wednesday Post finished and started on this one. A little confused to say the least!

Did some graphic tops for future use.

Turned everything off and Nipped into the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. All was good in this department this morning.

0110hrs: Made a fresh brew of tea and had a peek out of the window.

No rain or wind, and it was warm really.

Got CorelDraw back on, and the Virgin Media Internet returned.

Although depressed with things, the toothache and NHS Helpline had not rung back etc. The brain did not have its Boeotian spell like it has for the last three mornings. I wish it had, then I might not feel so low if the grey-cells had played up and gave me something else to worry about. Hehehe!

I updated an old TFZer graphic on CorelDraw.

Emails, Facebooking and WordPress Reading followed.

I got a good long hard ablutionalisational session done. Scouring pad, back brush and elbow grease used in the shower. Hehehe!

Applied the medications and lotions and sat on the Porcelain Throne… where I stayed for hours! I’d got to a fascinating chapter in the Lenigrad book, and seemed unable to put it down. Several pages later, as the body mass and extremities started to feel the cold, I put the book down and adorned my well-upholstered flobby body in some clothes. A challenge this is you know!

Assembled the raffle prizes and nibbles box in the bag, and did the second of the day’s Health Checks. The reading seemed to have come down and steadied a bit now. I wondered if I might get a call today from the NHS Helpline?

Soon it was time for me to set off to the Winwood Tenants Social Hour. Where I was so pleased to see that Jenny and Frank had returned from their short holiday. Jenny looked in fine fettle and spirits. She actually sang to the three gals and me as we entered. Welcome to my World, I think it was, of course, I might well be wrong on that. I probably am. Bless her.

Jenny supplied me with a small cup of tea. I put the raffle prizes on the trolly. Bill (William on Sundays) was at the same table, along with the big superior chap who helps me with the crosswords sometimes, and the lady who is assigned to the flats for the duration of the building works. A few more in attendance this week, and seemed cheerier. I took the nibbles around in the hopes of getting a chinwag or two in with the other residents, but it didn’t work out like that again.

I was thinking of leaving to catch the L9 bus up to Mapperley Tops to get some fodder when BJ arrived. Managed a quick natter with him, he was looking in good health today.

Bid my fond farewells to one and all, but they were nattering away, and no one responded. Which was not a bad thing, cause they were communicating, laughing and I was glad to see them having such a good time.

To the bus stop and a few others joined me.

I took this photo from the stop, of my Woodthorpe Court Flats. The builders were putting something up at the back of the block, to the right. Looked like a climbing frame of some sort to me.

Caught the bus up to Woodborough Road.

Walked along to the Aldi Store. Where I spent a fair bit of my ever-dwindling cash. Tsk!

They did not look busy as I approached through the car park. But when I got inside, it was pandemonium.

On my hobble around, getting many things I did not need or were painful for the poorly teeth to eat (Humph!). Some tiny potatoes, long-life skimmed milk, fresh whole milk, cooked Free-range Chicken Thighs, tomatoes, tinned garden peas, a packet of two Ciabatta rolls, belly-pork slices and a bargain bottle of Maple Syrup for £2.99, that is £2 less than Morrison charge for theirs.

Of course, I withhold judgement until I actually get around to tasting it.

Paid the young man and got to the door to leave, and I had to stop and distribute the weight between the two bags.

As I got out onto the road to walk along to turn right and down Winchester Street Hill, I was struggling with the bags and did not see tenants Margaret and her hubby. (I think her name is Margret). She laughed as she nudged me. They were on their way to the Aldi store I reckon. Lovely couple, I always like to have a talk with them.

A short distance down the road, I noticed this Speed-Warning sign. Most likely that is had been there for years, but for some reason, I had not seen it before. This brought on a moment of self-pity and feeling sorry for myself. Huh! No longer having a licence or car and there I was with Anne Gyna giving me grief and carrying a bag that was making it worse.

But I soon came out of it, when I came across this piece of Nottingham Street Art.

I wondered what it was?

Walked on with a little visit from Dizzy Dennis that only lasted a few moments, thankfully. Anne Gyna not happy, but I was because Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were both giving me a rest.

I got back and into the flat, not feeling bad at all, just so tired.

I got the fodder away and prepped the meal.

So exhausted now, I got a Rumpole of the Bailey DVD on and watched a couple of episodes while the meal cooked. Glad to say, I did not nod-off and let anything burn.

The meal itself looked grand and tasty, as indeed it should have been. But, my option of the chicken thighs was a bad one. For the teeth would not let me masticate at all, as the flesh was so tough. Usually, when the teeth are okay, I like it like this.

As I did my best with it, I noticed blood had dripped down from the loose tooth onto me and the plate. Ah-well, that’s life nowadays!

This took the edge off of the meal. The potatoes, tomatoes, onions, peas and apple were grand.

The bullet-like beetroot from the Sainsbury’s British Baby (Note that these were quartered and are still as big as the potatoes) Beetroot in Sweet Vinegar jar will have to be given or thrown away now. Never in the field of Gastronomic Disasters have I come across such rock-hard undercooked tasteless beetroot in my life! Argh!

Did the washing-up and turned the TV on.

Soon off into the land of nod, at the time the first set of commercials started.