Inchcock Today -Tuesday 7th March 2017

 

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Tuesday 7th March 2017

Lithuanian: Antradienis kovas 7, 2017

I stirred in the second-hand £300 recliner chair around 0245hrs and thought of the dreams I’d been having, all I recalled was something about an interview in an office and my not knowing any of the answers to the questions demanding the same.This reminded me that I must search for the bank folder with the details and advice in it that I could not find last night. But first things first. 0300hrs: Out of the working shudderingly chair and to the porcelain room.

As I sat on the throne I had a period of febriculose. Although sore, Little Inchy had not been bleeding. Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding just a little, but nowt to worry about. Duodenal Daniel and Anne Gyna both felt a little less severe than yesterday, so things were not looking bad at all.

I decided to get the laundry done first this morning. Down to the laundry room and got the stuff in the washer. Back up and had a search for the bank package… not luck, and panic was setting in. Had I left it at Olive’s? Had I thrown it in the bin for some reason? Oh Heck!

2Tue001aSoon time to go down and move the washing into the dryer.Up to the flat and got the computer on, made a mug of tea and had breakfast.

Up to the flat and got the computer on, made a nice strong (Thompson’s tea bags) mug of tea and had breakfast.

Got started on the blog and the time soon shot by, so down to retrieve the clothes from the 2Tue03Laundry room. All done by 0505hrs. Into the bag. cleaned the filters and wiped surfaces.

Up and put the clothes away, and I had a deep search for the bank wallet thingy. Amazingly. I found it in the first place I looked! It was between the other wallets in a stack 2Tue04that I did not look in between. Huh, worra clot! But a bit happier clot now. Hehe!

I did the kitchen floor, swept and mopped it. For some reason or other, I used the old mop that was a bit bedraggled? No idea why.

Back on the computer, updated the Morrison Order.

Last night I tried one of the Polish Fasolka jars of bean, bacon and sausage stew in tomatoes. I added some balsamic vinegar, and it was very nice indeed, so I added some to the Morrison’s order for Wednesday delivery.

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I’ve got a free 4-pack of Greek strawberry yoghourt coming as well? My first thought was that I could hand this in as a raffle prize at the Winwood Social Hour on Thursday. Then pondered on whether something else would stop me attending this week again? Will the bank manager ever call me like he said he was going to? Will the clinic change any appointments again?

2Tue08At least tomorrow, I only have three things arranged yet, according to my Google Calendar anyway.

I must not forget the dentist.

Finished off yesterday’s diary and got it posted off into the ether.

Started this one off.

Wonder if the bank manager will call me today? I got an email from their head office or whatever this morning, no, yesterday it was – Welcoming me to the bank? Yet still, I have no solution to the Proof of ID problem?

W3Did some WordPress reading.

Then onto Facebooking.

Then Graphicalisationing.

Got this one finished for the TFZers site.

Then set about starting the daily feast.

Today I opted for something a little unconventional.

2Tue09Mushroom Rissoto, a sliced apple, a small can of vegetarian sausage and baked beans to be followed with a pot of Lemon Curd yoghourt.

This decision was prompted partly by the lack of choice in the fridge, of fodder to choose from – induced by my having to stay in so as not to miss the call from the new prospective Bank Manager for two days, that still has not arrived.

However, it was delicious. I added a drop of soy sauce to the rissoto. Very tasty! Things will improve option-wise shortly in the food options area, I’ve got the Morrison delivery coming tomorrow morning, I hope, between 0630 > 0730hrs.

Must remember the 0900hr dentist visit, as well as the Clinic… oh and call at the bank too on Wednesday (Tomorrow). Luckily no cleaners, nurses (Enoxaparin injections), Susan Chiropodist or INR blood tests arranged on this day. 

Got changed and settled to watch some of the Dr Who DVD, then onto the TV… I don’t know why I bother mind, I’d kept drifting off and missed more that I watched. Nothing new there then. Hehe!

Early dreams that I made notes of that I found as I kept waking, but could not remember the dream or scribbling the notes? Not much of a clue. I’d written: Old dreams – Co-op, housing estate, delivery bike, ordering. That’s all. I assume with the word dream there, and that they were, actually notes about the dream, and not some sort of reminder of things for me to do? Sad innit?

Think I drifted off around midnight.

Inchcock Today: Monday 6th March 2017

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Monday 5th March 2017

Mongolian: Даваа 5-р сарын 2017

0300hrs or there about’s, I woke and lay pondering on the odd even for me, dreams I’d just had. A mixture of jobs I’ve had over the years all mixed up together. The mine clearance in Wales accident, chasing after the girls at Tesco, getting lost in the warehouse, being shot on security assignment, Rempston College nightmares, being made redundant and when I fell into a grave when on duty at Carlton Cemetary.

I’m sure there was much more but these I could recognise and remembered. Then it felt like I had snuffed it and in a queue in an underground railway station with thousands of other people all fighting to be the ones to jump on the line when a train passed by? I even thought in the dream; “Why am doing this when I’ve already crocked-out?” I gave up trying to win and went into a public toilet that changed into a casino when I went through the door. Surprising, ’cause I do not gamble or even like gambling, but the bank manager, Olive and cyber buddy Lynton Cox were all there of the roulette table and they got me making sandwiches and cups of tea and coffee for them… unsure what took place for a while then. But I found myself back on a wooden boat on the canal with it leaking and the fast flowing water, bubbling again… really oddly, I felt comforted and at home here having dreamt so often of similar scenarios over the years? Hey-ho!

Not until after I had made some notes on my pad to use to write this later, did I start to fret and worry about the bank situation, Duodenal Daniel and Anne Gyna were giving me the odd, uncomfortable moment again this morning.

Around 0400hrs, the £300 second-hand recliner worked perfectly to allow me out and to the wetroom to tend to the porcelain duties and have a good shave and shower. Little Inchy was not bleeding. But was damned sore for some reason. Haemorrhoid Harold leaked a little.

1mon03I had a great scrub up in the shower.

Did the first health checks, all looked okay to me?

Then made a nice strong mug of tea and had my breakfast.

Got WordPress going, and realised that I had lost the Premium Service. Contacted their helpline. Felt a right fool again, it was the

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Grammarly, not WordPress. Is it time I was serviced and MOT’d? Or refurbished, or just put out to stud? Hehe!

Sent an email pleading for help with the Stones & Pounds format in the Health Checks page in Excel, to Tim Price. I’m not sure if I’m getting accurate readings for the weight averages using the form I am doing with only one decimal place?

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I wonder which imbroglio I’ll get jargogled with next? Humph! It’s a good job I don’t suffer from Kakorrhaphiophobia innit.

drmaybeThen I did some diary work on these WordPress journals? Onto Facebook afterwards, still trying to keep busy and not have time to dwell on the problems.

Finalised the latest TFZer graphicalisation. Quite proud of this effort, I must say.

Waited from 0700hrs to 1315hrs for the call from the Bank Manager, no luck yet?

Did some more word finding storing them on Word in the Drop-Box. f

Going to call on Olive in a while, to ask her for some advice, because I have received an email from the TSB, welcoming me to the bank?f

Yet they told Olive Friday that they would phone me today in respect of the ID problem with the Council Tax?

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This is what they said.

I’m really frustrated, more confused and depressed again now, Grumph!

Then I looked for the Introductory Pack I got from the bank last week and couldn’t find it!

Morose, I got the meal and settled down to stew away in deep pointless, lugubrious and pessimistic ponderings on life. Will I ever get my eunoia and or confidence back?

Inchcock – Sunday 5th March 2017: Abysmal depression

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Sunday 5th March 2017

Danish: Søndag 5 Marts 2017

After a night of dreadful dreams again, a mixed bag this night, but all unwanted and not nice. Well, that’s not strictly right, I recall one of them a bit. I was sat high up in a tree in a wood of some sort and animals were climbing up to me one at a time and somehow I taught them to speak and recognise the English language? They, in turn, decided if they wanted to keep these skill or not, and the next one would arrive. Seem to remember birds, a cat and a snake?

At 0130hrs I had to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner and make for the porcelain – as soon as I stood up I realised that either Little Inchy or Haemorrhoid Harry had been bleeding. I felt down enough as it was, without this. Struggled to evacuate the tummy innards as I found that both of the little bleeders had bled. Tsk! Put the clothes in a bucket of soapy disinfected water and hobbled (Yes, Arthur Itis was bothersome along with the same as yesterday, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Daniel joined in) to the kitchen to make myself a mug of tea and do the first Health Checks.

7sun04aPut two potatoes with some basil and sea salt into the pan on a low heat (Far too early I realised later). Too late to turn them off without spoiling them, I left them on and I’ll mash them and add the cheese and leave it until later to put them in the oven to roast.

Recognised that I’d missed doing the weighing on the checks so stripped off revealing my magnificent body (All right, enough of that laughing… hehe!) and did so. 

7sun06I’ve now completed twp weeks of records on the new spreadsheet. The weekly averages in red showed little change – until I realised I’d put today’s weight in the wrong format. Changed it now and it reads average 14.76 instead of.. oh I’ve made a mess of this altogether. I’m not sure if I can get it in Stones and Pounds? I’ll ask Tim in America if I remember to. If anyone can help, he’s the man.

7sun04As I went through to make another mug of tea, the view outside was nice. Shadows of the hill and flats with a dark sky with the sunshine sneaking through from behind. Which has now gone (The Sun)

Took the medications and applied the creams lotions and ear oil.

I find myself wanting to be doing something all the while in an effort to avoid thinking of the bank problems and if I stop, the ailment pains seem more noticeable?

7sun05 Sorted out the second draw of medications where I keep the daily doses when set-up, and some creams, ulcer medicine (Even though not very effective) and the BP machine.

I opened the window to clean the edge and was surprised at how cold it was. The internal thermometer was reading 60°f – 16°c. That’ll teach me to leave things alone – I knocked the flask off of the shelf as I shut the window. Needless to say, it broke!

Depressed even further now.

Back on the computer and did the diary posts to date. Had a dizzy a while ago, but it was not bad at all and only lasted a minute or so.

7sun02aDid some graphicalisationing on Corel Draw & Corel Paint.

This was the last one of three I got finished off.

Took a good while, during which the door chime rang out!

Nervous but excited I opened the door, naturally expecting a busty female in need of compassion, or Olive calling, or BJ or Sister calling or maybe even I’d won something?

No, it was a neighbour wanting some 20p pieces so he could use the launderette.

Had some nice comments received on the WordPress blog.

Went on Facebook, but without my usual zest. Worried about the bank situation too much and what will happen tomorrow.

1mon02Sliced the boiled red spuds up and into the oven for an hour. Garden peas in the saucepan. Beetroots, sliced apple, silverskin pickled onions and pork & mushroom pate all onto the plate ready.

Fell asleep for a while, but woke in time and got the nosh served up with a lemon yoghourt.

I’d not done much other than fret and computer work all day, so it was no surprise that I could not get to sleep, even watching the TV didn’t send me off into the land of nod.

Well gone midnight before I drifted into the hellish dreams again.

Inchcock: Saturday 4th March 2017

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I hate myself when I feel like this!

Saturday 4th March 2017

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 4 Mawrth, 2017

Yesterday I nosedived into dysphoria at the news and complications with the bank. I spent most of the night awake pondering, regretting and feeling self-pity. I cannot see a solution. This was in-between nod-offs when dreams permeated and I’m sure made me feel worse, but I cannot recall actual details of any of the short dispiriting dreams, just a sense of defeatism and frustration.

Around 0300hrs I disentangled myself from the £300 second-hand recliner, no demands for the using of the porcelain yet, strange that for me.

Made another brew and did the first Health Checks.

3wed04Got the mucky clothes ready and went down to the Laundry Room.

Met fellow tenant Roy doing his laundry and we had a nice chinwag and laugh.

Got the washer going and up to the flat. Still no movement in the porcelain situation.

Made a mug of tea.

Carried out the second Health Check.

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The weight seems to be going up and up? The temperature is too. Not that I was too concerned about this, in my low mood.

Back down and moved the clothing into the dryer. Back up to the flat again.

6sat04Sorted the medication dosage pots out.

Got the computer on and started these diaries on WordPress.

I have worried about suffering uhtceare, but not any longer do I worry about it, it has become the norm for me each and every morning.

Back down again to collect the now dried washing.

Up and put the clobber away.

Updated the excel readings and found the word uhtceare and loved it, so I used it as in the above. UHTCEARE: “There is a single Old English word meaning ‘lying awake before dawn and worrying.’ Uhtceare is not a well-known word even by Old English standards, which were pretty damn low. In fact, there is only one recorded instance of it actually being used.” Ten rare English Words to use

I’m now hoping someone will notice I’ve used this most appropriate and suitable word, and maybe I can become famous? Forget it, not my luck. Humph!

Spent a good few hours on WordPressing, then went onto Facebook.

Got the nosh and did the final health checks and took the medications.

So tired and full of angst about the bank problems, fretting too. Anne Gyna was causing me great discomfort in the extreme tonight.

Damnations, Duodenal Daniel has started off now.

Humph!

Inchcock Today – Fri 3rd March 2017: Increased contentment, then Depression returns!

Friday 3rd March 2017

פרייטאג מערץ 3, 2017 Yiddish

5fri11I stirred around 0130hrs, extracted myself out of the recliner and to the porcelain. Pleased to report no bleeding, although, the hands and arms had acquired a rash of some sort?

Did the early Health Checks, the weight had gone up a bit?

Got a drink of orange juice and photographed the hand, then I returned once again to the £300 second-hand recliner to settle once more.

I noticed I had written something on the pad I keep handy to make notes of any dreams or any things I remember need doing, during the night. All I’d wrote was: floods, river, cave and dark?

Nodded off and stirred again at 0315hrs. The porcelain needed attending again (Oh, dear!). Made a flask of tea to last me a while, and onto the computer to do the diaries. Finished Thursday’s and posted it.

Then on CorelDraw to work on a graphic for the TFZ site.

Got the new header updated: Trimmed and posted to go in with the others.

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4thur04Got the vegetables cut up and into cold water in the Crock-Pot ready to put on when I go out to see Pete later.

Rang Olive to get permission to visit her on my way back fro the meeting and shopping.

Did the ablutions and got things ready to take with me that I needed, passed wing and set out to catch the bus in plenty of time.

5fri02So sad to see the tree that was in the centre of the green now gone, just the trump left, Humph!

A new Scottish resident who rarley speaks or even answers when anyone says anything to him, like, ‘Good morning’, was ranting away in his strong accent about the destruction of the trees.

Listened to a few residents chibwagging while waiting to catch a bus, but I was the only one wanting the L9 destined for the City Centre.

5fri01I noticed that each nad every one of the concrete bollards has its own Loveliness of Ladybirds that seemed to have settled together on the tip of each post.

The other two came and went and I waited in the drizzle and wind another ten minutes for the City bus, which eventually arrived very late. This could not be avoided due to roadworks in Daybrook delaying all the traffic at the mement.

The other two buses came and went and I waited in the drizzle and wind another ten minutes for the City bus, which eventually arrived very late. This could not be avoided due to roadworks in Daybrook delaying all the traffice at the mement.

Arrived in town and dropped off into the rain on Upper Parliament Street and hobbled into the Victoria Centre.

Had a good walk around the Market, didn’t buy anything though. Down to the lower level and popped into the HMV shop, got a Jonathon Creek DVD. I was feeling far more cheerful than I have done for a good while.

Then into Tesco and got some bits, bread, bacon and Sopocka loin.

Out then to meet Pete at his bus stop. Gave im the pressies and nibbles, had a few minutes gossip and then went over the road to catch the last L9 bus back to the flats.

Into the flat and put the things away, went to check on the Crock-Pot vegetables and found that I had not put turned pot on! This started my sinking into a self loathing and pitying depression again…

I called in to see Olive and she had a look at the paperwork from the bank for me – while doing this, I got a phone call on the mobile from the bank manager – It seems that one of the qualifying items I’d supplied, from the Council Tax, had got the wrong postcode on it and is no acceptable. He is going to give me time to look for another statement from the m with 2016-2017 on it… which of course is impossible, as only one statement is issued a year?

He said he would phone me on Monday to see if I had found one. If Olive had not been there, I would have cried out loud.

I left Olive a different person to how I was when I arrived there. Morbid, listless and morose, dispitirited, woebegone and utterley depressed.

5fri04Back to the flat and had a meal, Mushroom Risotto, vegetable sausages (Very nice), chestnut, shiitasha and Po-Ku mushrooms and crispy bacon;

It should have been a wonderful nosh, but how I was feeling, so low now, I didn’t enjoy it as much as I should have.

To make things worse, I carried out the last Health Check and I’d put on 2lb from yesterday?

Feeling melancholy, lugubrious and so sorry for missen.

I hate me when I get like this.

Inchcock Today – Thur 2nd Mar 17:

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Thursday 2nd March 2017

Javanese: Thursday 2 Maret 2017

0240hrs: Woke in the £300 second-hand recliner chair, disappointed that I could not recall anything about the dreams I knew I had had. However, despite this, I felt far less sullen about life and almost sanguine in my outlook. Why, and what had changed? I’ve no idea: but was so glad at how I felt, praying this outlook will persist a while longer for me.

The wind was howling and the rain was beating down and I made my way to the porcelain for a heavy-duty session and once again, no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harry or Little Inchy at all. This rare good start to the day almost jargogled my brain as I thought maybe I was really still asleep and dreaming? Hehe!

Did the first health checks, made a mug of tea and took the first medications of the day.

I made sure I’d got all the things needed for the visit to the new prospective bank man meeting to transfer all my stuff to, and I put them in the bag ready to go later.

Computer turned on and worked on yesterday’s post, then moved to start this one while I remembered things I’d done this morning up until now, then back to the Wednesday post to finalise and post it off.

clanConfirmed via email with Sister Jane that I would meet her in the morning… no, afternoon tomorrow at her bus stop at 1445hrs.

Updated the Health Check List on Excel. Responded to messages on WordPress. Then went onto Facebook.

Onto CorelDraw and titivated the graphic of TFZer gal Suzieann, and posted it to the TFZers site.

Took a good ablutionising session and set off with the bag of nibbles and raffle prizes to drop 4thur11off at the Winwood Social Hut, along with notes from Olive to ask the bank manager at the meeting.

Rather sad to the blokes doing the preparation work for the modernisationing of the dwellings by hacking down the Chestnut Trees.

Penny and Obergruppenfurheress Warden Julie were in. Gave Penny (Past Warden of the flats and now newly self- appointed4thur12 Social Hour Organiser) the things and explained why I will be missing yet another Social Hour, then plodded down Winchester Hill into Sherwood.

Espied whatever these berries are growing in the hedgerow over the wall and wondered what they were?The wind was a blowing somewhat, so this is the best

The wind was a blowing somewhat, so this blurry effort is the best I could manage at taking a photo of them.

I was in plenty of time for the meeting, so had an amble up Mansfield Road, noticing that in the Bird’s Cake shop, they had only about six of the iced scones I liked. So I nipped in and asked them if I could pay for a couple and collect them later (Cause they are bound to be sold by the time I get out of the meeting with the bank manager) – and the girl said no problem.

Poddled further up the hill and got a TV magazine for next week then strolled down to the bank and waited for the meeting.

The Bank Manager greeted me in the foyer and asked me to wait a while and that a lady would be sitting in with us on the meeting if that is alright. I said okay and did some of the crosswords in the book while waiting.

My having difficulty in hearing what he was saying and him having a mouth that was so hard if not impossible to lip read made it hard going for both of us, although he was patient. I actually changed the batteries in the Hearing Aids and tried different settings without any luck in getting them to work, this puzzled me until I saw the solidly impacted ear wax blocking the earpiece on the right lughole.

After over an hour of, to me, hard work in form filling signing etc, I thought to myself: They recognise dyslexia as an ailment illness, so why do they not acknowledge folk like me who have similar problems with maths and numbers? Just a thought like.

I had to pull up the manager a few time (3) when I saw him enter details on the computer that were wrong. He misspelt my name on one, put a wrong number in and selection of my personal details on a page, one of the many pages he was forced to fill-in and explain to me as he did so.

5fri07About two hours after entering the room, he said we are onto the last session now… another hour later it was all done, and I ended up with a folder of waffle to ‘Read through later at my leisure’ as he said.

They must be 30 forms and booklets in the pack, and I’m going to need a bit of advice and help on digesting all this.

He added that I will be receiving two phone calls from the bank asking about the interview and how it went?

Then a call from him to arrange another meeting to discuss investment opportunities and other accounts and options available. He already mentioned they supply home and other insurances, pensions etc. 

All this I imagine, to cover regulations and to satisfy the bank’s natural addiction to quomodocunquising?

We nattered between sorting things, and the lady kindly reminded me tp collect my cream cakes from the shop. Hehe!

I felt well drained as I left to walk to collect my cream cakes from the shop.

5fri01Up the hill to the bus stop and nearly fell asleep and missed the stop at the flats. As I dismounted the bus, all of the concrete bollards had ladybirds massing on them. I still can’t find out why, though? Should they even be about in February?

Got in the flat and put the folder from the bank away and visited the porcelain – no bleeding again. Good!

Sister Jane rang, she thought I was meeting her today and had been waiting for me at her bus stop in town… Oh dear! She could not meet me tomorrow but will send hubby Pete to meet me and collect the nibbles and pressies.

5fri02Got the nosh going.

The Sourdough bread, unfortunately, was uneatable, it had gone bitter for some reason? And I threw away the tomatoes, they were extremely bitter too. Not that I needed them, plenty of other fodder to eat. The cream cakes were nice afterwards.

I did the washing up and sat down with a mug of orange juice and pondered over whether or not I should get the ever increasing pile of washing done… and fell asleep.

5fri04Woke and it was getting dark.

Took the medications and changed into night attire.

Got the TV on to watch some Heartbeat. Fell asleep and woke up again late on.

Made a drink, and settled to watch The Persuaders, didn’t even get to the first commercial break, nodded off again.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 28th February 2017: Got out and about, but Anne Gyna didn’t like it, Tsk!

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Tuesday 28th February 2017

Swahili: Jumanne Februari 28, 2017

Having got through the night of horrendous dreams, rooftop chases, falling in the canal, underground caves, being chased in sewers, decapitated by Roman soldiers… I’m sure there were many more events that took place in my slumbers, but these ones I can recall. I think I woke up feeling wearier than I went to sleep.

0300hrs: The £300 second-hand recliner chair grumblingly and jerkily allowed me out of it to get to the porcelain. Where the news was good. No bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold or Little Inchy. Reflux Roger was not too good, but Duodenal Daniel, Anne Gyna and Harry Hernia no bother much at all. Arthur Itis his usual self with the knees and ankles, just a bit annoyed with the hands and fingers. Overall, a great start to the day! Fingers crossed (Painfully thanks to Arthur. [Hehehe!]) Carried out the first of the health checks, all looked good.

Got the laundry stuff collected and down to the laundry room. Got the washer going and back up to the flat. Computer turned on and finished yesterday’s diary and posted it off.

Did the top photo and made a start on this one. Time to go down to move the laundry into the dryer. (0330ish) This I did, then back to the computer and worked on this diary and updated the Excel Health Check Sheet.

A final trip down to the laundry room to collect the gear and clean it up. On the way down and throughout these activities, I found myself mentally having a self-critical panegyrical discussion. Boy did I perorate with myself, no summing up or conclusions were arrived at, though. In those few minutes going down in the lift, I think I analysed and repeatedly refuted my rights to sanity? Weird that?

2tue05I retrieved the dried clothes into the bag, washed the filter and wiped around.

All done around 0415hrs or so, and back up to the flat.

Put the clobber away and made another cuppa and took the medications and creamed the areas of my masculine, the flaccid body that needed the attentions of the creams and lotions. Haha!

Back on the computer.

Decided to go out later and get some fodder in after I go to the clinic. Must make a list of things to take with me, I’ll do it now… Done it.

Ablutions were done I wrapped up well and set off for the Clinic. I forgot to take the request for new pads with me, but at least it was only one thing I forgot to take with me today… I hoped, Hehe!

I rang Warden Dean to see if I could talk with her about the meeting with the bank on Thursday, but could not get through – Try again later it said. Maybe I dialled the wrong number?

Caught the 40 bus straight to the clinic and was in and out in half an hour. A Dr Dragomir Vladimirescu, (I think) along with a nurse and several students, did the checks in no time and declared that surgery should not be expected now as things were healing so well, but to anticipate the odd bleeding sessions in times of stress? Stress, I thought, what does that mean? I asked him. Nighttime erections he said? (Oh?)

2tue04As I came out of the building to get the bus, both hearing aids bleeped to indicate they needed changing. So, bus back to the flat and changed them, luckily it timed well with the L9 to City Bound bus’s arrival, and I caught that into the Slab Square. Chinwag with a few tenants appreciated.

I had a walk around the City Centre (And I mean walk, not hobble, as Arthur Itis was being kind to me today, bless him) and ended up at M&S’s Foodhall, feeling a bit of sorrow for the Big Issue selling bloke at the entrance and handed him a bit of cash.

2tue07Spent far too much, I blame Marks & Spencers for selling Sour Dough bread, Best Beef Steak Lasagnes, leeks, swedes, Lemon Swiss Rolls and Lamb Moussaka. Never had this before, but it looks similar to Lasagne, so I should like it I hope.

I noticed when packing the things I’d bought, into the bags at the check-out, that this, as well as the lasagne, had three red warnings on the content label thingamajig on the box label. Oh, dear? Plenty of life on them all, well, four days.

I caught a bus, (oh I do love my free pensioner’s bus pass) into Arnold and called in to get some roast cooked belly pork slices. Popped into Fulton Food Stores and got four small jars of Silverskin Onions in pickled vinegar for only £1, bargain there I thought!

Went to catch the L9 bus back to the flats, but it did not arrive? Whilst waiting at the bus stop, Anne Gyna started off giving me bother, rather badly bless her. I caught a bus into the City Centre, then the L9 from Queen Street back to the flats. Got in and took some extra Codeine Phosphate. The Morphine Sulphate would have been a lot better, Anne Gyna seemed to be persisting so they have taken me off of this, in preparation for the operation later, so I’m not complaining… or am I? Hehehe!

2tue05Anne Gyna seemed to be persisting. I could not concentrate to read the book, so got the fodder done earlier than usual.

I had this vegetarian meal with a roast cooked belly pork sandwich. Naughtily did some oven chips, too many perhaps, but I ate it all.

My Dad used to call me a ‘Gannet! He was right.(All very good, including the Silverskin onions in pickling vinegar with peppers!)

 Sudden tiredness overcame me as I was watching the TV, but still, I could not get to sleep until well gone midnight again, thanks to Anne Gyna.

Up at 0300hrs and wide awake?

Inchcock Today: Sun 26th Feb 2017:

Sunday 26th February 2017

Esperanto: Dimanĉo 26 februaro 2017

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Up at 0300hrs, some good news for once in the wet-room. Little Inchy not bleeding or sore either. Duodenal Daniel giving me a nice rest, even Anne Gyna was in a calm mood. Arthur Itis his usual self. Just this sniffling and sneezing at the moment. So no complaints medication-wise.

7sun05

Got the health checks done, the (2nd) Dia reading was worryingly high at 101, but later on, the second check showed it was back down again?

Can anyone please tell me how to Format Excel to get the total of cells C9 H9 & M9 divided by three? I wanted to get the average reading for the week for Dia, Sys, Pulse & Temperature, but seem unable to find a way, and when I look up advice on the net there are may symbols and things I don’t understand.

Doing well with these lately despite the Whoopsiedangleplops. Hehe!

cropped-7sun03a.jpgTook the medications and sorted out the week’s dosage pots.

001I don’t think I got anything mixed up this week… but, we’ll find out later. Haha!

Got on with finishing and doing some more graphicalisationing for the TFZer site.

This one was my favourite, took a few hours, but I do enjoy doing them if they like them.

Finished another two, and will post them on Facebook later.

Hope they all like em, I love it when they do.

When it began to get light this morning, I nipped into the kitchen to make another cup of nice strong Thompson’s tea and saw how pretty but foreboding the cloud formations were and I took a photo to the left and right through the window.

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Whats look at first glance like a bird in the first one, turned out when I zoomed in, to be a gnat or midge close to the glass! Hehehe!

Got on with updating this diary after I’d finished yesterday’s one.

Sister Jane rang. Got told off. Hehe!

Did some searching for the notes of jobs I made yesterday. No luck at all, huh!

Spent more time doing Facebook and CorelDrawing. During which the trots returned with a vengeance, so the porcelain is in heavy use, not productive use, but heavy use. Hehe! Humph! Rang Olive, to say I dare not go round to see her for fear of passing on the bug, which had come on a bit quick? Oh, ‘eck!

My flipping luck continues dunnit: I put the highly priced Quorn Vegetable lasagne in the oven, to find that the plastic tray has a tiny hole in it – another mess and burnt finger cleaning it up – Argh! Had to rescue what I could and put it in a foil tray, added some cheese slices on top and back into the oven… then I went back to the porcelain on another false alarm!

6sat07The meal came out alright, though.

The cheese was nicely burnt a bit and Quorn Lasagne was very nice indeed.

I even managed to use the apple slicer without cutting myself.

Took ages and ages to get to sleep, far too long for me to get caught up on any, but still.

Inchcock Today: Sat 25th February 2017

 Saturday 25 February 2017

Luxembourgish: Samschdeg 25 Februar 2017

6sat07

An almost 6 hour, dream-free (At least I think so) sleep ended when I sparked into life with an urgent mission to get to the porcelain… and only just got out of the £300 second-hand shudderingly refusing to lower me down so I had to climb out of it recliner and onto the throne in time! Phew!

6sat01Laundry room duties to perform today, so I gathered the requirements needed and headed down and got the clobber into the washer on short mode. Had to sweep up a bit, cause someone had been eating a takeaway and bits of food were scattered around the floor, the smell from the bin where they had dumped the box, offered no help in my trying to work out what it was they had – the odour seemed a mixture of stale fish and curry to me. Still, it took my mind off of the depression and boredom for a while.

Up to the flat, where I got the health readings done and recorded on my new Excel sheet where I’ve now got the three daily checks in a single line… and have at last worked out how to get an average of certain cells to record automatically. And it only took me five hours to find how to do, yesterday. (Sad innit?)

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I think the Average cells will give a reading that is correct for the week for each of the three readings when I’ve completed the week in full. I still can’t yet work out how to get an average for the full week yet, but I’m working on it. (Not easy being a thick psittacism ridden ultracrepidarian yer know. Huh!)

Back down with some more washing, towels, dressing gown and jammies, but them in the washer on short mode after I’d moved the others stuff into the dryer, back again up to the flat and got on with finishing yesterday’s diary off with a nice cup of tea.

Down again and moved the clothes from the washer into the dryer with the first load… clever stuff eh? And I remembered to keep them separate to prevent the bits of fluff sticking to the other clobber?

6sat02Yet again back to number 72 where I started this diary off and going.

Note the timer thingamajig on the printer, I felt I was well organised this morning – being aware that thinking confident things like this usually forebodes Whoopsiedanglplops, failures or defeat that is in the air and imminently coming my way! Oh dear!

Down yet once again to collect the washing – all seemed dried, sorted and folded them in order and departed the laundry room – actually trapping just one finger in the heavy fire-door, it had to be the finger that I cut yesterday didn’t it? And trapped exactly where the cut was. Nice little bruise coming now. That feeling of foreboding didn’t take long to materialise did it… Humph!

Back up into my miniature window leaking, burnt saucepan containing flat, put the stuff away, made another cuppa, took the medications and applied the creams and lotions and back onto the computer to update this tosh.

Checked the note of things to do:

  1. Go to a new bank and see how to transfer money to new account from old bank that is going broke.
  2. Call at Dentist to check appointment because I’ve downloaded G Suite which has deleted all my calendar and YouTube history and settings?
  3. To Post Office get package and details of how to send a parcel to Australia.
  4. See Warden Deana for help over TV Licencing letter: Also, the window repairs after waiting in on the day I reported it (Not been out since) and being told they would come within four hours and they came ten hours later at midnight, did nothing and told me they would send someone Friday morning twixt 0800 > 1200hrs and I didn’t move out of the flat, lost sleep and no one arrived.
  5. Check with clinic due to item 3
  6. Check with surgery and Warfarin list due to item 3
  7. Commit Hagi Kari (Optional)  Hehe!

I thought at one time, I’d become omniscient, but realised I was a fainéant, at best.

I phoned Olive see how she was going, she sounded good. She said I could call to see her before lunch as she was being picked up to go to afternoon tea with the family. (But I was back from the shopping too late.)

7sun01I hobbled up through the park and into Sherwood, called in the shop that is closing down and got some bargains. Caramel Chocolate Peanuts, Black Bean sauce, Soap capsules, Chocolate Almonds, Mr Muscle cleaner each with 50% off.

I felt a bit sorry for the staff, but they all seemed cheerful enough. I imagine they will be relocated at another branch or they will be taken on by the buyers, which is Tesco, I believe.

6sat05

Sorry aboutSorry about the face in this one.

Wandered down to Wilko’s and got a replacement saucepan at a good price, £3. A washing brush and two replacement pads for £2.50, a small Citrus deodorant spray for only 50p too.

Got some pork & mushroom pate for tonight’s planned salad of sorts.

The maroon and white box on the lower left of the above photograph… I suppose there will be some doubting personages who think it might 6sat07contain two iced strawberry and cream buns?

You are right, Hehehe!

I was hoping to give one to Olive, but I got back to the flat too late to visit her.

I’ll just have to eat them both.

Caught the bus back up the hill and had a natter with some other residents on it.

Got in and put the things away and took the photos. Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were being nice to me today, Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald were too. Only Haemorrhoid Harry and Dizzy Dennis were playing up at this stage.

I was appreciating this relief when I remembered all the jobs I had to get done on Monday and or Tuesday, Tsk!

Did some graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw/Paint.

Had me nosh and settled to watch TV, fell asleep at first commercials, woke up a 0300hrs and got up.

Tsk!

Monday 26th December 2016 – Whoopsiedangleplop

2tue03

The Reason for this marathon hobble?

A Whoopsiedangleplop!

I awoke in a rather confused state of mind – befuddled.

I called to see Olive, her son Malcolm was there and we were gossiping about something or other and it seems I drifted off into my own little world and started making no sense of what I was saying?

Malcolm took me back to the flat and had to tell me that the paramedic was on the way.

Found these notes I’d done:

1230hrs: Visiting Olive and I a lost consciousness while talking.
1245hrs: Olive rang ambulance paramedic.
1320hrs: Paramedic arrived. Tests.
1600hrs: The ambulance arrived. More tests and they took me away.
1700hrs: Arrived for more tests from different doctors and departments.
I felt a bit sorry for some of the patients in the big holding area, there must have been dozens of trolley-bound patients waiting, they all had a relative or friends with them and the resulting mayhem with patients being moved along and ever squashed further in an effort to create more room as other arrived all the  time.
2015hrs: Seen by Cardiac – After tests, I was told that I was being admitted.
2055hrs: Got ready to go to the ward.
2200hrs: Still on trolley waiting. But felt so much better and more alive.
2225hrs: Different doctor arrived with INR blood test results. Very high, 4.7. Then another blood pressure test and that was far too low after the previous one was found to be far too high. Another doctor arrived and told me to stop taking the Ramipril and Warfarin for two days, and they would let the Doctor Vindla (My GP) know of the situation.
2205hrs: I was placed in a long remote corridor along with several other patients waiting for a bed to come free. None did. The queue grew.
2255hrs: Told I was being released (No beds). Must make an appointment to see my own doctor.
Officially released.
No buses and no taxis, not that I saw any on the walk home anyway, and I had no money with me either.
Took about an hour and 45 minutes to walk home.
Strangely I enjoyed the hobble, apart from the pain from the calves. I nip in the air, and several gangs of youths kept my attention and forced a rapid rate of walking was attained and kept throughout the hobble home.
Got in and pain gelled the legs, took a codeine and ate a thick slice of shoulder ham.
Sat and fell into a deep much-needed sleep.
Slept for over nine hours.
Rang Olive to thank her for the help from Malcolm and herself yesterday. Arranged for me to visit her at 1400hrs today. When I intend to cuddle and thank her for caring for me.
2tue01Set about doing this post.
The calves were still aching relentlessly, but all the other ailments, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Haemorrhoid Harold, Harry Hernia,  Roger Reflux Valve, Duodenal Daniel, Inchies Lesion, Donald Dizzy and bruised head were of no concern at this moment.
I was just glad to be here in acceptable health and Compos Mentis.
TTFN all.