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Inchcock Today: Mon 2 Sept 19: A Frustrating, vexatious, irritating, disquieting, irksome. plan-destroying day. Dreadful!

2019 Sept 02
But I’m not jealous, oh, no!

Monday 2nd September 2019

Finnish: Maanantai 2 Syyskuuta 2019

01:20hrs: Awoken by I know not what, but I felt it must have been a noise of some kind. I had no alternative, but to escape the clutches of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat sitting, fitting new CCTC cameras, and searching for my valuables (He found and took them too!), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige recliner, and investigate the source of the noise. Back-Pain Betty was stiff, aching persistently and yet stinging at any touch? As soon as I moved my endomorphic, paunchy body, she started-off! The rear-bottom area was very sore and tender? Arthur Itis was in a bad mood, too! Not a good start to the day!

I had a hobble around, looking for anything that might have fell-over, collapsed, exploded, or shattered. You might’ve not believed it, but yet again I failed to find anything untoward, inappropriate or suspicious, that could show any reason for any noise. Was it caused by a dream or something from outside?

Come to think of it, what is white noise anyway? I looked it up on Mirriam Webster; A: a heterogeneous mixture of sound waves extending over a wide frequency range — compare pink noise. B: a constant background noise, especially one that drowns out other sounds. C a meaningless or distracting commotion, hubbub, or chatter. Oh! I got that wrong then! Tsk!

I tended to a wee-wee, on my walk around. The grey bucket was about a third full. So things must have started moving a bit, at last. The USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee, didn’t do much to add to the contents. I took the bucket to empty it, then tp clean and sanitise it. Then got the handwashing done and hung to start drying.

The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, suddenly and urgently. Off to the wet room. The naufrageous evacuation meant it was more of a messy affair this morning. (I’ll not go into any detail. Hehe!) Suffice to say, a lot of cleaning up had to be done. And, a fair bit of stinging and bleeding took place. The pins were not looking too bad today. Only the Arthur Itis ridden knees looked, warped, felt old, stiff and painful. Hehe!

A good wash and back to the kitchen. Where I was most displeased with myself when I found last night’s medications on the countertop! Oy Vey! Klutz! So, I took them with the morning doses but avoided any duplicating. Which is not easy, as the tiny tablets were confusing. The 30g Codeine, Beta-blockers and Furesomide pills, are all about the same size. But with the last blister-packs, the chemist is using a different supplier for the water tablets. I just see which are which! Pot-luck, really.

I could hear the bombulation sounding again, all around. In every room! A most annoying drone! Other tenants have said they can hear it, too. But without my hearing aids in, even I can have to harken to it this morning? Chrissie, thinks its something from the rooftop, some machinery or other? Most carking!

I went to make another brew of tea, to replace the one that had gone cold. The view from the thick-framed, light & view-blocking, unliked, new kitchen windows, with glass that cannot be reached to clean, was beautiful.

I used the suddenly redevised Lumix camera to take these shots. I may try using it, for taking photographs at the Winwood Court official opening this afternoon.

The phlebotomy nurse is due today. But I can’t find the INR Warfarin test result letter. I had a good hunt around and had to give up.

I made a start on updating the Sunday blog, when out-of-the-blue, a synapse twixt brain and memory came forth! Had I left it on the heater in the hallway and forgot about it? (As has often been the case, Humph!)

I went to investigate. And Glory be and hallelujah! The result sheet was on top of some empty jars on the radiator!

I had left them there so I wouldn’t forget to take them with me when I went out… oh, four or five ago now. Another failed plan! But I thought it was a good idea at the time. What a Shmegegge I am! Tsk!

I was somewhat rather pleased with myself, to the point of smugness. When I decided to use the scissors to cut open letter. Tim Price had suggested I keep the scissors in the knife block, cause I do keep losing them. Straight to the box, and got the cutters.

Despite the fingers CIDP affected interference, the bleeding was only slight. Haha! I even returned the domestic shears back the knife-block! Smug-Mode-Increasing!

Finally, I got the updating finished, and the post sent off to WordPress. I visited the WP Reader section next.

Jentacular distractions, and what to have to nibble came to mind.

A packet of cheese curls, two mini cakes, and a mug of tea seemed like a fair enough choice. So, that’s what I had.

But, guilt showed its ugly face, so I only ate half of each of the cakes. They just had to the parts where the strawberry jam and imitation cream were situated! Guilty-Mode-Adopted!

I watched some Gordon Ramsay clips on YouTube.

The got the ablutions were then tackled. I’m afraid with the fingers having a little sensation of touch or contact at the moment, meant I dropped more stuff than ever during this morning’s wash-shave & showering, and afterwards too! I think this list from memory is about right: Toothbrush x3, Toothpaste x1,  Olive oil squirt bottle x1, Aftershave bottle x1, Flannel x2, Soap x2, Showerhead x1, Body spray x1, Sock-Glide x1, Socks x5 (using the gripper, or trying to), and,  the Pro-Pain gel tube x2. During the Porcelain Throne session: The toilet roll x2, Toilet cleaner bottle and bleach bottle x1 each and the nasal Spray x2. Tsk! A record number, I reckon.

I got dressed and made up three bags for the waste chute to go on my way out. And two bags of recyclables and two empty jars for the green bin, to take down to the caretaker’s door on my way out. All prepared, I set off, black bags down the chute, then me down in the lift. To the caretaker’s gate, and jars in the bin left the yellow bags next to the door.

I walked along the front of the flats to the bus stop. Gawd, it was a cold wind, and without a hat on! Klutz! 

I got to the bus stop, Pennt and Herbert were there. We had a gossip, well Penny and I did. Welsh William arrived and joined in. He noticed I did not have a hat on, and hastily returned to his flat to get one for me to borrow until I buy another one. Now, that was kind of him. 

During his absence, Penny said something that triggered my mind and memory. The Blood Nurse is due today! William arrived and handed me the Andy Cap. I thanked him very much and explained that I was going to return to the flat to wait for the nurse. I hope she will arrive early, so I get to the Winwood Court Official Opening ceremony in time. The time-capsule burying and all that, you know!

I got in the apartment, feeling a tad flummoxed with myself. Made a brew, checked the Gorilla taped three-wheeler guide’s lid, it seemed to be holding. Then got this blog updated.

Time went by like a shot, and by 10:35hrs, the phlebotomy nurse had not arrived. I hope that the Sherrington Park Medical Practice staff had not forgotten to arrange for the nurse… Again! Oh dearie me, I’m feeling down!

I thought I’d give them a ring to confirm that they had not made it for Tuesday. I have told them about the 13-week After-Stroke session on Tuesdays starting tomorrow. Yes, I’ll give them a ring, I think. I hope I get a receptionist I can hear on the phone. Back in a bit…

  1. I rang at 10:40hrs: Got a recorded message I could not understand, it might have been about the call being monitored? Then got the engaged signal when put through. I rang off.
  2. I rang at 10:50hrs: Got a different (I think) shorter message, all our lines are busy, followed by something else undecipherable. I rang off.
  3. I rang at 11:05hrs: Phone company Message “The number you called is busy” I’m getting more frustrated and rattled than ever now!
  4. I rang at 11:15hrs: Phone company Message “The number you called is busy” I remain frustrated and rattled!
  5. I rang again at 11:28hrs Phone company Message “The number you called is busy” I remain frustrated and rattled… and pee’d-off is joining.
  6. I rang again at 11:45hrs. Got a recorded message I could not understand, it might have been about the call being monitored? The ringing tone was heard, then: All our lines are busy, followed by something else undecipherable. I rang off.
  7. I rang again at 12:02hrs. Recorded Message, I’ve heard it that often, I am beginning to understand what she’s saying, better now. “No prescriptions over the phone… Call back after 10:00AM??? – Ringing tone… All our lines are currently bust… Grrr!
  8. I rang again at 12:20hrs. ‘The number you have called is busy – please ring back!” Grubblestreaks!
  9. I rang again at 12:32hrs. ‘The number you have called is busy – please ring back!” Double-Grubblestreaks!
  10. I rang again at 12:40hrs. Engaged tone!
  11. I rang again at 12:45hrs. Engaged tone! Gave up!

Had a drink of spring water, a wee-wee. Went on YouTube, and noticed the Tim Price owns property in Nottingham, in Goosegate! 

Coat and hat on, and made my way to the Winwood Court opening. Hope I don’t miss the nurse! But it looks like, if indeed they have arranged a nurse, she might be coming tomorrow! Stroke Meeting Day! And I cannot get to check with anyone! Shit!

I hobbled to the Opening Ceremony, the place was filled to the rafters! No one to help me out with my problems of course – they will be busy burying a time-capsule, patting themselves on the back, and smiling for the local newspaper cameraman!

I got the camera out, and realised I had taken the old Lumix with me by mistake! Pratt, idiot, Eizel, Tsooris-ridden Eizel! In the well-lit lounge-room, all I could get was dark shadowy photo’s, and my spirits-sank, all these unsolved problems, frustrations, annoyances, irritations, disappointments, resentments, aggravations and bitter-botherations were Coming to a head! And the thought of tomorrow being lost all day to one physio and pep meeting… How do I get the blood tests sorted out? Why am I so angry with things today? I took two terrible pictures and left for home.

I was in a sad state emotionally, even sorry for myself.

As I left, not a soul in sight, I meandered down the link-corridor with the new warden aided Extra-care Winwood flats on each side, I thought I’d try the green open push button on the door out to the seating benches, to see if they had been mended yet, that might cheer me up a bit if they have. They hadn’t!

If the green blob button does not work, and if it doesn’t, of course, I wonder if the Emergency Door Release would? Still, if it doesn’t, in the case of a fire and being trapped, I can always throw myself through the lovely new big windows… or die trying! Hahaha!

You’ll find all my few valuables at Brother-in-Law Pete’s house. Mind you, getting them off him is not going to be an easy job, he’s buried them in his cellar, CCTV and booby-traps all over the place! – I can’t even get em back! The parsimonious, philargyristic phenakism-expert him! But I like him. Hehe! 

Already my being in a right depressed and pissed-off, irritated, piqued and downhearted state, it did not help when collecting the three-wheeler guide, and finding that the lid was coming off again.

I do intend to call at the Disabled Equipment Shop near Woodthorpe Drive, to have a look to see if they have any unbroken ones, with brakes that work in stock. But, when I will get the time, is anyone’s guess. I’ll probably get too decrepit to get to the shop, and 95, or dead, by then! Especially if I still can’t get in touch with the Sherringham Park Medical Practice!

When I got back in the flat, I’d had a letter delivered, from the Sherringham Park Medical Practice! About my booking the flu jab. Can you believe it, they said: Please ring the Surgery AFTER 11:00hrs to make an appointment! Phwert and botherations! Sarcasm, disparagement and resentment boiled over inside of me!

They added the session is for flu vaccination only, the nurse will not be able to deal with any other treatment at the time of your appointment! I’ll try to get to the chemist and have my Flu shot taken there!

So, I still don’t know if any nurse is calling to take my blood or not, or if she is expected to call tomorrow, on the Stroke Physio Session Day. And would like to inform them of the same (What a dreamer!), and I can’t get through to the surgery anyway to find out, and there is no chance of getting an appointment with the magically none-existent surgery on the phone, and with other things… Oh, shut up your moaning Inchcock!  If I have to go to the nurse for the INR Warfarin blood test, it’s a shame I have to make two appointments on separate days! Not that I can make any at all at the moment! I am in an unwanted and bitterly cantankerous frame of mind, and it’s not doing my health any good. Duodenal Donald is kicking off now! Still, nothing for anyone to worry about… not that they would anyway, whatever happens.

Full of ersatz confidence, yet again, I rang the surgery at 15:00hrs. It went through the recorded waffle again’, the ring tone was heard, then, All out phone lines are busy – please ring back after 11 AM. Treble-Grubblestreaks! This is doing my head in!

Then, the door chimes rang. It was a Patch Manager who wanted to do a Fire condition check. Doing it while nearly evert tenant was at the Time-Capsule ceremony and Official Opening of Winwood Court??? I fear my temperament might have been a little short. But I declined, giving her a brief explanation of my current problems, and she obviously did not listen, cause she told me to ring Angela Gould Again I mention my deafness, and suggested Emails. Which she said she would get Angela to use, to make an appointment… Appointment suddenly, I hated the very sound and thought of that word!

I tried once more to call the Sherrington Park Medical Practice, on 0115 9858552, 402 Mansfield Road Nottingham NG5 2EJ. I thought it was only fair to give the full details, just in case anyone reads this, who might be looking to move their GP in Nottingham, they are warned!

“I rang and got a Phone company Message “The number you called is busy” I gave up trying, for it was time to worry about the 09:30hr APPOINTMENT in the morning, in the City Centre on Chaucer Street, with roughly a 13:00hrs finish. Getting there means getting a have-to-pay bus at around 08:30 hours, which means a none-shower ablution session, which is not good. After the Strokeability session, and if I’m not too tired or dead by then, I’ll try to get some shopping in, body permitting.

Then, to add insult to injury…

I am being tested further than I can cope with today! My limit is close to being reached. I decided to make a brew of tea and wait to see if it comes back on-line.

To remind me of my depression and frustration with life, even the sky looked gloomy!

Well-past my usual head-down time and no fodder sleep or hope seemed in the offing. Grumph!

The internet had come back on when I got back to the computer. I felt I had to continue with updating of this blog, as I cannot imagine me having much time to do a lot on it tomorrow.

Rattily, I gave up after a short while. And got some fodder organised, just chips, the last of the bacon, and the last tomatoes, thrown on a plate, with the last few slices of Milk Roll bread and some beetroot, Josie’s donated to me lemon dessert, and some bacon flavoured Asda (Walmart) chips. As annoyed and angst as I was with things, I enjoyed this meal. A flavour rating of 9/10!

Washed the pots, and retook another snap of the sky. It still looked threatening.

I got the handwashing done and hung to dry.

I got settled in the rickety recliner and put the TV on… I soon fell asleep and stayed like that for around six-hours uninterrupted (not a single wee-wee!) dream and nightmare filled) hours.

Woke up, panicking about getting things sorted for the first After-Stroke Session.

Inchcock: Sunday 1st September 2019: Stressful Sunday, angst-ridden. Hey-ho!

Sunday 1st September 2019

Swahili: Jumapili ya 1 Septemba 2019


03:15hrs. When the brain had gained some equilibrium and logicality, I realised I had been asleep for six, that’s Six Hours! The longest I can remember for years! My first thought was, well I must have needed it! But then I corrected myself – Naughty Inchcock! And simply appreciated getting it for whatever the reason. There you, I can be positive as well as negative, nervous and niggardly. Hehe! No signs of any nocturnal nibbling and the spring water bottle had not even been opened! This should tell me something, but the only message I got from the EQ, was ‘keep calm’ whatever will happen, will. You won’t like it!’ Fine that, even the EQ is toying with me now!

I rose majestically from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat sitting, fitting new CCTC cameras, and searching for my valuables, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, to have a wee-wee. To find the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) to be completely empty and unused! For a moment or two, I thought I might have got the time wrong again, but no, it was right!

I did see that last night’s medications had found their way to the floor next to the Ottoman. And, this may be inconceivable to anyone not understanding neuralgia problems.

I then stubbed the right foot’s toes against the doorstop… and felt hardly anything! In fact, the only bit of pain came from the ankle! I tested the finger-ends when I got in the kitchen, and they were in the same resistant to acknowledge any contact with anything substantial or hard. I was almost sure this was what the EQ was warning me of. It wasn’t as it happens, but more about that later. I knew that doing any artwork or typing was going to be a pain in the neck!

I put the kettle on and took the medications along with last nights, avoiding any duplicating. Then visited the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was in the same ilk as yesterday. Sit, push gently, squelch, clean up! The following wee-wee lasted for that long, I got the crossword book in action. An ERLRWS (Extremely-Resistant-Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) fashion. I’m not sure that much escaped, but what drops did, took an inordinately unreasonably long time.

The pins looked like they had been visited in the night by a graffiti artist, or a clandestine tattooist, perhaps! Haha!

I eventually made the brew and got on with the updating of yesterday’s blog. Which was slow, due to the extremities problems, but the graphicalisationing will be a real test. So, on to CorelDrawing to do the page top and Thoughts adding, and making up the templates.

What a farce is was too! I did some templates up in advance, and made more errors and mistakes that I have ever before!

Jane rang when I was in the middle of sorting a big problem out. She was terrific about my rushing things along in our nattering session, bless her.

I checked out through the balcony to see what the weather was doing and saw the stepladders, still awaiting my using them to clean the windows. Phwert!

Then it was time to get Josie’s meal prepared. The mashing up of the potatoes with balsamic vinegar, butter, salt and the cheese, was complicated, with the hands and fingers like they are. I lost count of the times I dropped the fork or spoon. But I persisted with it and got them all done eventually. Not moving from the kitchen, to keep an eye on the safety side of things.

I still can’t find the flaming scissors! A few days now. It’s a mystery!

I assembled Josie’s plate, and didn’t realise at the time, I had not put her garden peas on the dish. I hate myself sometimes! (I wondered why Josie’s face didn’t brighten up when I handed her the fodder, now!) Grumph!

I went to delivery it, a few minutes earlier than expected, but no answer from Josie. I worried a bit about this.

I made up and took six bags to the waste chute, using only the stick.

Returned and tried Josie again. No reply! I feared the potatoes would be too cold.

I went back, and got my cheesy potatoes in the oven, then tried Josie’s door chimes again. This time she answered. She’s been in the shower. So much for arranging a time each Sunday. She must have forgotten about it, no problem. At least she was not poorly.

Josie asked as I was returning to the flat, “Are they your scissor?” Pointing to the lost snippers, on the electrical cabinet in the flat’s hallway. It all came back to me! When the cover to the three-wheeler dropped off the other day when I was going out. I went back in and got some tape, and used the scissors to cut it and sticking back on the lid! I’d left them on the box. I do feel a fool!

I set about doing this post when I got in. And realised that the wee-wees were far less today? Although the sensitivity in the nerve endings was less severe, it was still taking me far too long to get things done.

Then, the smell of burning cheesy potatoes came through to my nasal passages! Panic! Well, I know I like them well browned off. But this was too much for me! Hahaha!

I’ll have to make some chips to have with the nosh later. Fancy me forgetting something! Gobblethumpski! Oy Vey, what a schlemiel!

It’s getting late on now. I did what I could on the updating of this blog. But things were not good…

The EQ was right, I think. Gave up on the computer.

Got the meal prepped. Not too bad an effort, considering the change of plans from excessively burnt cheesy potatoes, to chips. Hehe!

More than sufficient half-cooked peas, as I ate Josie’s share too. I’m glad I forgot to put them on her platter now. Some of them were rock-hard, other overcooked? I still ate them all, though. Flavour Rating: 6.25!

Did the pots, and settled to watch a Rumpole of the Bailey episode or two on the DVD.

I soon fell asleep.

Inchcock – Sat 31 Aug 19: A day of Dizzy Dennis, Graphicationalisationing and Peripheral Neuralgia ruled Depression.

Saturday 31st August 2019

Portuguese: Sábado 31 de Agosto de 2019

 19:35hrs: Having gotten myself in a right pickle with the time, woke, and decided to stay up anyway. Give me a chance to get the updating done early, for once. I expelled my lumberingly well-upholstered, broad in the beam, well-padded and upholstered body from the chair. The Brother-in-Law damaged while he was flat sitting, fitting new CCTC cameras, and searching for my valuables, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and almost rotting-away recliner. And utilised the overused, but so appreciated, GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). I was caught out with the CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) style of the evacuation.

I got the handwashing sorted and hanging to dry. Needing to divert to the Porcelain Throne, off I went to the wet room. A very similarly affected releasing session as the last one. That had to be encouraged painfully. The shape of an H-Bomb, that explained the effort needed, and discomfort suffered. Tsk!

It was far too early to take the medications, and I had a drink of orange flavoured spring water instead of tea. I began to do the updating. By gum, it took a long while. I can’t blame Mr Fries, the $19m salaried obnoxiously uncaring boss of Liberty-Global Virgin Media this time. It was the fingertips insensitivity to contact that was the problem. The jerking shoulder and shaking hands were giving me a break, a rest, though. After much correcting and rewriting and few not-nice, ungenerous, silent words of discontent with the fingers, I eventually got the job done and posted it off.

I went on the WordPress reader section. Not a lot on today, mind you, it is the weekend. (See how quickly I grasped that? Hehe!)

I went to the kitchen and took the medications. Then made my first mug of Glengettie tea of the day! It was so welcome!

00:40hrs: Then, I made a start on this diary. The fingers and their tips were still giving me a bit of hassle, and have started doing a bit of responsive to touch electric-like jumping. This started when I was making the brew and is continuing. Makes it hard work, just typing.

I went on TFZer Facebooking, but it was hard work getting the photos in thanks to the nonconforming fingers. I got it done, but still in need of checking, by 02:45hrs. The wee-wees during the session on Facebook, varied from LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) to SSWS (Short-Weak-Sprinkly), with variations in between! Along with the fingertips, they are wearing me out. Tsk!

I made a fresh brew of Glengettie, and some dunked biscuits, taking a breather. (Poor old thing, Haha!) Too sweet, Eurgh!

I felt suddenly drained. So got yet another mug of tea, and settled to watch a ‘Rumpole of the Bailey’ DVD, in the hopes that I could nod-off again. I managed the odd few minutes here and there.

I had to go to the Porcelain Throne. I checked the pins as I got up, and they were giving me some grief, well, the right one was. They didn’t seem so anaemic looking, which was good. The session was a repeat of the first one. So, glad to say, not a lot of mess to clean up again. I washed the dandies and went to the kitchen.

Feeling a tad betterer, I got the potatoes in the saucepan salted and vinegared and got the last of the pod peas, the last of the season perhaps podded, and in the crock-pot with a little demerara sugar and balsamic vinegar flavouring.

I may be able to get some more, but the fruit & veg woman said the season is now over. Sad-Mode-Adopted!

Sad for an addict like wot I am. Haha! I may find some Pisum Sativum variety still in season, I’ll try to find some!

While searching the web for the fresh-pod pea season months, I came across this recipe for pod peas. Interesting, but maybe not for me, methinks. Sister Jane might fancy it, though? Her early years living in Sicily, seem to have left her with a desire and craving for anything pasta, oily and rice. Her mushroom Risotto is really special, scrumptious! She made one for me in 1969, I can still taste it! Hehe!

09:25hrs: I then began the marathon graphicalisationing session. A big, long, arduous job. I stopped to make a brew and have a wee-wee and took photographs of the morning view. On the left, I took a shot of the student’s accommodation flats in town. The right, a picture of the City Hospital compound.

I did not get all of the graphics done, but they are some ready to work on in the morning. The fingers are just to bad to do any more on the computer. I did get carried away earlier, compiling some words for the odes, and saved them on Excel. I got nothing else achieved other than Graphicalisationing, and that took far too long, thanks to the nerve-damaged finger-ends!

Sister Jane rang, and a natter was enjoyed, but the content of it was not sinking in, I was so tried-out, and the mind ridden with graphicalisationing problems. Going bonkers, is not as easy as people may think. Haha!

Believe it or not, but it is already 16:00 hrs. The nosh to get sorted now and turned off the computer. Knackered! Shattered! Neurasthenia-suffering! Tensed-up! Weary! Confused!  And Mentally Drained!

The fodder was fine, all bar the podded peas. They had been in the crock-pot for over eight hours, and were not cooked anywhere near enough! Grumble-Moan! I suppose it is because they are at their seasons-end? The tomato sarnies in the Milk Roll bread were fine, as were the chips, beetroot and mini-pork-pie. The apple was a disappointment, soft, almost crumbly. I’m considering writing a letter of complaint to the Chilean Agricultural Department. Hehe! Most unpleasant! So, the best overall flavour-rating I can give is 4/10 overall. And the sarnies, chips and beetroot saved the day score-wise. What am I waffling on about, here? Tsk!

Sleep, became the main target now, I really was not feeling well at all. When I went to wash the pots, Dizzy Dennis attacked. I was not in good shape at all afterwards. Delicate is the best word to describe how I felt. Humph!

I looked outside, as the sun came out for one final burst before the light dimmed with fantastic speed. I appreciated the beauty and power of nature and sank into depression as for some reason, the Brexit farce came into my mind. But soon faded, as the eyelids began to feel so heavy.

Despite having so many Freeview channels on the goggle-box, there was nothing I wanted to fall-asleep to watching on offer! (Apart from Kitchen of Hell, but that was on far too late for me). So, the Rumple of the Bailey DVD went in the player.

My mentally-dilapidated, content-resisting brain soon found the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious escape of sleep! And I slept through for seven uninterrupted (No wee-wee demands!) hours! Bliss!

Incockski Today – Friday 30th August 2019: The days are getting shorter like my sanity is! Haha!

Friday 30th August 2019

Mongolian: 2019 оны 8-р сарын 30-ны Баасан гараг

00:35hrs: I seemed to wake up, and dexterously, suantly almost effortlessly, seamlessly, edged my way out of the Brother-in-Law damaged, while he was flat-sitting and installing clandestine CCTC cameras, as he searched around for my valuables, while I was in hospital, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige-coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating, rotting-away recliner, to have a wee-wee.  

The moment my legs bared the mass of weight of me, Arthur Itis was there again, giving me painful grief! Dizzy Dennis paid a short visit. Then Anne Gyna threw in her penneth of throbbing and stinging, to the melee of discomfort! The innards were hardened, very-slowly rumbling and aching.  It told me the constipation was likely getting worse. Ah, well, no use complaining. (Although I was tempted, haha!)

The wee-wee was a bit of a hindrance too. In the ELDWWIEE (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-Will-It-Ever-End) style.

As I made my way to empty and clean the grey-bucket, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. Gotten Himmel! A marathon session timewise. Although I did manage to free things in the end, it was harsh and painful, almost pernicious, going! Still, on the bright-side, there was little cleaning up needed afterwards, amazingly no bleeding, either. And at least I have passed something, at last, two giant torpedoes! I needed to rest a moment or two before standing up again. I don’t know how there was room for them, even with my generously proportioned stomach! Hehehe!

The legs were looking a bit betterer. The odd mark on the right leg above the Arthur Itis-ridden right knee was fading like I predicted it would. At least I know know what is causing them to appear (I think). According to the results, from Stroke Doctor Senthil K Ragunathan, it is Clopidogrel, whatever that is. I’ll look it up. Here is what Google tell us: USES: Clopidogrel is used to prevent heart attacks and strokes in persons with heart disease (recent heart attack), recent stroke, or blood circulation disease (peripheral vascular disease). It is also used with aspirin to treat new/worsening chest pain (new heart attack, unstable angina) and to keep blood vessels open. So, that must have been the medicine allergy I got in the hospital. When the blotches first started on the body? The pins were a different colour to each other again, as well!

I cleaned and sanitised the bucket, washed again, and got to the kitchen. Where I moved the hanging handwashing to the airer. Took the medications, and an extra Senna. (Must get some more in stock)

It took me until 0435ish, to get the updating done for the Thursday blog. I sent an Email to Jane & Pet. Hope they are alright, Pete has trouble with the car, so not too worried. But my EQ told me Jane was het-up or had problems. So I asked her to email me back. Then I got the post sent off to WordPress. Then went on their Reader Section.

I made a start on this posting.

Time to get the ablutions done, so I can get the first bus in time, and get the spuds, peas and eye spray.

The session was full of Dropsiegangleplops, far too many to remember, soap, toothpaste, shaving gel can, the razors several times, paper towels, toothbrush, etc., and more.

Cressed and took the black bags to the waste chute, then down and along the passageway through Winwood Court and to their lobby.

The door to the benches outside was still not working. Some cleaning stuff had been left out in the alleyway. The artwork on the walls, avant-garde, present-day, advanced, and modernistic, not my style at all, it breaks up the monotony as you walk along.

Got to the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens new holding cells, Malcolm was in there with all three NHS staff. Deana was busy on the phone, we others had a chinwag, and I offered out the nibble-bag.

As I left to go to the bus stop, two ladies were sat there. I had a natter and laugh with Mary. Then went to the bus stop, for a more significant bit of verbalisationing, moaning, complaining and laughter, flowed! I caught the L9, the others all got off in Sherwood apart from Margaret (who helped with the crsswords for me again!) and hubby, Caroline from the top home and me, who went to Arnold. Where I got off and made my way to the Market Place.

The fresh pod peas had now finished, and the season ended! Sob! I got some potatoes for Joycie’s and my nosh on Sunday. Then I went to Asda (Walmart).

On my way in, people from the Arnold Food Bank gave me a list of foods they were in need off. I hobbled around and got a few bits to donate on the way. I got to the self-serve tills and put everything through, but the card would not be accepted. After several tries, the staff moved me to another counter, and I had to pay with cash. A bit worrying, that.

I came out with mushrooms, tomatoes, crisps and canned meat and fish extra, and handed them to the Food Bank people. The trolley bag was overfull and the carrier ladened with fodder for myself.

I made my way to the bus stop on High Street, and within 10 seconds of my arrival, the bus came! Phew! In Sherwood on the way home, we picked up Margaret and Hubby, with a few other Winwood Heights tenants.

I got off the bus last, as is usual, to avoid getting in the way of other more nimble residents. All the others had long gone, back into their Winchester Flats. I walked to the Winwood Courts door, and Doris joined me, we chatted and had a laugh en route.

The door out to the benches in the new passageway to Woodthorpe Court was still not working.

Doris and I were like a couple of schoolchildren in the lift, laughing and joking. Hehehe! I alighted the elevator, and farewells were wished!

All I was good for was sleeping! The regular drained and weary feeling came over me even earlier than normal today.

I did spot a Birthday card in the hallway that came on Wednesday, shoved through the door, that I had put on the radiator on my way out, and had forgotten all about, as I entered. It was from Part-time Cat-Walk fashion Model, and Obergruppenführeress, Warden Deana. I must remember to thank her. That’s two cards this year, same as last year. Not everyone can claim that at my age! Jane and Deana, just a part of my many female fan club. Hehehe!

I got the chips in the oven, and cleaned the wheels of the three-wheeler trolley, now hoodless, and with lousy breaks! I’ll have to go take a look at what they have on offer at the Scootermania shop in the morning. If I remember, that is! Phwert!

As I was cleaning the kitchen floor with the long brush and dustpan, my foot caught the corner of the cabinet stack. This loosened the things on top, and some of the items came tumbling down, on my head! Thank heavens I don’t keep anything heavy up there. Phew! Medication pods and some olive oil bottles (plastic) were all that fell, and they just bounced off of my head without any injury and hid cunningly under the other cabinets.  Although it made me jump a bit! Hahaha!

I rang Sister Jane and Pete, as I had not had a reply to my email asking if they were alright. But they were fine, I’ glad to say, the EQ was wrong!

I got the nosh served up. And a feast of flavour it was too! Well worth the Flavour Rating I gave it of 8.8/10! Got the pots washed.

I put on a Rumpole of the Bailey DVD to watch and settled. Much to my pleasure and delight, after a couple of episodes, I drifted off into slumberland! Great!

When I woke, convinced it was morning or thereabouts, I rose, freeing my over-abundant body from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner, and took a wee-wee, of the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) mode in the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket).

Got the handwashing done, and took a photo of what at the time I believed was the morning sky! This was when it dawned on me, and I checked the second-hand bargain £2 charity shop bought wristwatch, (With the £10 replacement strap, and £10.95 battery) for the time. 07:30hrs. I put on the computer to find out it was 19:30 hours!

So, the day had started far too early! Humph!

Inchcockski – Thurs 29 Aug 19: Nottingham City Centre – photographs

Thursday 29th August 2019

Latin: August 29th Iovis MMXIX

On this day in the year 29, John the Baptist was beheaded
Lee Marvin, too departed, in 1987. Similar chaps, in outlook?

03:30hrs: I woke, and almost immediately freed my horrendously sort-flabby body from the Brother-in-Law damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, grottily beige-coloured recliner. To the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), for an unusual and an extremely inconceivable rare type of wee-wee. It was of the CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) mode. It caused a bit of unexpected splashing-back, that need cleaning up!

And by-gum, it was cold this morning! I got the slippers on and the dressing gown, and took myself off to the wet room to clean the bucket and myself and wash the areas of my body affected by the slash-back! Did the handwashing, took the medications, and back to the Porcelain Throne. Things are getting ‘Solid’ again!

Back again to the kitchen, to take some photographs, both from the same place. I must check what the ‘P’ mode is for.

Took a shot of the pins, to show the new, papsules, bruise or whatever it is, above the right knee. It looks almost bespeckled to me. Hehe!

In fact, I tried to wipe it off at first, when I saw it. Another one-day unexplained, mystery wonder, I suppose, but I’ll find out later. When I do the ablutions.

Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were playing me up a tad. Not had any bother from Hilda for such a long time, as well.

Made a brew, and got on with updating the Wednesday blog. After an hour or so, back to the Throne. Now, things are getting even harderer and more painful to pass, again. Tsk!

To the kettle, and made another brew.

The sky looked very picturesque, with the mist cleared and the clouds on the horizon, looking grey and two-toned.

As I got back to finishing the post, the fingertips were not too bad at all, electric-shock and jumping wise. I might be sorry I said this! Cause things can change in the blink of an eye! I might be sorry I said this!

I got the thing done and posted off, in a decent time today. Checking on the blog, and somehow, I lost tons of paragraphs? I had to try and remember what I’d written, and got in a right mix-up over it. Made worse when Dizzy Dennis visited me. I just hope it comes out alright. With no chunks missing and still makes sense. Got it redone, but I’m wasn’t too confident I’d got it right. Posted it off.

Ablutions sorted out next. All went well, apart from the usual sock-glide contest come battle; Glide 2 – Inchy 0. Haha! Took the bags to the waste chute.

Dressed and out to catch the bus to town. Walked through the passageway to the Winwood Court foyer. The door out to the benches are not working yet. The weather will be too bad to sit-out in soon.

A big gang of Winwoodonians at the bus stop. I enjoyed listening to the carping, laughing and comments. Caught the L9 to the City, and had a natter with Mary en route.

The street sleeper, outside the Poundland Shop, had some new trainers and pushchair. His life with him, in the new bags surrounding him?

I went in the shop with Mary and had a podder around and natter on the way. Mary caught the Arnold bus, and I wandered to the Poundstretcher shop on a hunt for bargains. I came out with a bag of marshmallows at 79p and a  packet of five Twisters for 95p. But an unfortunate selection of foods on sale.

Then made my way up through Trinity Square. Where, sadly, there were many newly abandoned retail shops scattered about. The row of cafes, restaurants, chip shops, Indian, Jamaican and so many more eat-ins and outs, had only three people that I could see, in the hundreds of al fresco chairs. A sign of the times. There was something on the TV about this failing, last night.

I hobbled to the Slab Square, to cut over to the Wheeler Gate Poundland shop, in search of Pork Farm pork pie and other bargains.

The Slab Square, and a right-tatty, unkempt mess it looked. But it had a good few Nottinghamian’s lounging about, was passed by, and I had a walk down to St Peter’s Gate Church. There were few people about this morning. Even Exchange Walk was sparsely being used, a low footfall, I think they now call it!

On my little hobble, there were so many closed shops, The lost dreams, of people! It depressed me a little, seeing so many of them. The closed Fat Cat: Prime Bar/Restaurant To Let Fully fitted bar/restaurant Currently trading – licensed until 3 am Total Accommodation 7,368 sq ft External seating area. New 15 year lease Rent £137,500 per annum! 

Wheeler Gate
Wheeler Gate - Rent £85,000 a year!
Wheeler Gate
Trinity Square
Cheapside - Rent £88,000 a year

Back up Wheeler Gate and into the Poundland store. I had a long hobble about inside, and came out with; Twiglets, drain unblocker x2, biscuits for the nibble bag, can of stag chilli and chips, BLT sandwich, a Pork Farms pork pie, honey roast almonds, birdseed, and chocolate pretzels (for Jane). 

I Paid the bill at the self-serve checkouts, and went to the Slab Square. The overfull trolley-basket guide, with the full carrier bag hanging on the handle, was a little hard to control.

A few more Nottinghamian’s were out and about now. Not that they appeared to be enjoying themselves, in the depressing mishmash of the temporary restaurant, rides, stalls, beggars and pickpockets. Haha!

It was rather sad in a way, the last City Centre photograph was taken, on Long Row as I made my way to the bus stop to go home, and rest my Arthur Itis ridden knees. But having a little walk does them good, really.

There was just the one little girl on this ride. I thought I’d caught her tonic-providing smiling face in the snap, but no, I missed her. Tsk!

I was the sole person to get on the L9 bus at this terminus. But it soon filled up, and a few of the Winwoodonians got on en route. I was trying to do the crossword book. Margaret helped me out with her internet gadget, and got me going on the puzzle again! Thank’s Margie!

Back at the flats, I got off the bus last, so as not to get in the way of the others, with the filled-up three-wheeler walker, and bag.

I walked to the Winwood Court entrance and walked through into the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. I tried the door out to the seating area, in the passage, but it was not mended yet.

Mary caught me up, and we had a natter to the lift and up to the first floor, where we tended out farewells and parted.

I got in the flat, weary again, but earlier than usual today.

My first need, though, was food, I was hungry. I felt I needed to degust the meal today, really enjoy it. Not precisely an allotriophagy or cittosis craving, but I felt a desire for tomatoes with balsamic vinegar! So, I had an unexpected CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) wee-wee, washed and got the nosh sorted.

The Poundland BLT ready mad sarnie, with some home-made roast turkey sandwiches made with Milk Roll bread. Extra salted tomatoes, cooked beetroot slices and mini cheese flavoured rice cakes. I ate it all up. This might help free-up the current, reluctant Porcelain Throne evacuations? I hope!

Took the evening medications, with a sachet of Macrogol. Within ten minutes, I was limping off to the Throne. But there was no movement at all. I could sense things hardening up inside. Oh, heck! I got the handwashing done.

A UWT (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling) wee-wee variety was taken. Then I got settled in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while flat-sitting, searching for valuables, and fitting the clandestine CCTV cameras, £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner. Sleep was not being allowed, yet again! I watched a film on DVD, ‘Fracture’.

I got a call to the Porcelain Throne again. I really thought it would be a goer this time… But no! Solid as a rock, reluctant to move, and frustrating me, well, weeing me off! Haha! Ten-minutes more on the crossword puzzle book… and I gave-up again. Humph! Back to the Brother-in-Law damaged, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating, rotting-away, unkempt, sickly-beige-coloured recliner.

I had to arise again for another wee-wee, of the LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling) variety. At least the different releases are keeping me interested and nervous. Hehehe!

Rewashed the hands, and went to take another sachet of the osmotic laxative. Made a brew at the same time.

The view from the unwanted new, dirty because one cannot get to clean them, thick-framed, light and view-blocking, windows, was so amazing tonight. All blues of different shades, with lighter bits where the cloud breaks.

Back to the £300, Brother-in-Law damaged,  gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, recliner.

It was a long-time coming again, but eventually, I nodded off. Humph!

Inchie Today: Wednesday 28th August 2019

Wednesday 28th August 2019

Hindi: 2019 יום רביעי 28 באוגוסט

01:45hrs: Oy-yoy-yoy! I woke with the mind in the middle of a storm of a flood of mayhem-like worries, fears, and confusion! The predominant thought, was, Jane and Pete are coming today, and I have to sort out the mess I made last night in the kitchen, get two cheesy-potato meals prepared. (Should I do jacket or mash then baked ones? [Boiled and baked me thinks, cause I burn myself less often when cooking these, and it gives versatility for added flavourings]) I must get the Tuesday blog done as early as possible, to grant me more time to get things done. I think I was panicking a bit?

As I stirred physically, I noticed that I had left the balcony doors open, had been committing nocturnal-nibbling crimes, and the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) was going to need emptying before I can use it again!

I escaped the clutched of the uncomfortable, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating, rotting-away, rickety, recliner. I was going to empty the grey bucket, but the sudden need to use it arrived, and luckily for me, it was only an SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) wee-wee type, so got I it in, Hehe! 

I took the grey bucket with me to the wet room for cleaning, and to use the Porcelain Throne. The usual ‘Sit-S-all-done’ routine, but more painful this time. Cleaned and sanitised the bucket, washed the hands and off to the kitchen.

The pins looked far less lumpy and warped in Arthur Itis’s knees area especially.

The pins were still a touch on the pale side. The bad bit was the fingers and their tips. They were going numb, then back to okay, and numb again repeatedly, all the time this morning. The typing is going to be awkward and challenging to do when I get on the computer! Huh!

As I got to the kitchen and put the light on, things looked very depressing! It looked far messier than when I started to clean it yesterday and had to give up when the Dizzy Dennis wobble had me over.

The thought of Sister Jane seeing it in this state would do, was nerve-racking! Not her fault, she doesn’t know the problems I’m having.

I find the best thing I can do is to lower my standards of expectancy. With everything taking so much longer to get done, the ailments; one of them is always ready to strike and handicapping things. I have not been out of the flat, for four-days now. However, I’ll do what I can to ease Jane’s ‘Stares and quips’ and clean what I can before she arrives. 

I took the medications, made a brew, and got on with podding enough peas for Jane and Pete’s cheesy-potato meals. Got them in the saucepan to marinate with a little demerara sugar and Balsamic vinegar. Then I checked on the tomato supplies, and I tried to open a pack of sweet ones. But the strength in the fingers was not sufficient, so, I got the sharp boning knife, and cut the packet open…

Oh, dearie me! Pointed-end down the nail! Soon stopped the bleeding.

I noticed later, the packet of Assam tea in the background, had a suitable graphic on it. Haha!

I got the computer going. With Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media, working alright! Honestly! 

I pressed on and got the Tuesday blog updated. It took a few hours, but there you are. The numb finger ends being the worst delaying problem.

Made another brew of Glengettie tea.

I took a photo from the kitchens new, unwanted, light & view-blocking windows. I used the ‘P’ setting. The Auto mode does not catch the lights from the motorway, or the clouds shades, like this one, does.

Then I sent off the post to WordPress. Then I  went on the WordPress Reader section.

Dizzy Dennis gave me a visit or two, bless him.

As I was getting the stuff into the wet room for, the door chime rang out with Dusty Springfield’s tune, “I only want to be with you!”

I wrapped a coat around me and looked through the spy-hole, it was the Morrison delivery, that I had forgotten all about! Oy Yey! Ah, well, the chap was very patient with me, as I went to got a coat on, and fetched the return carrier bags.

I got the nosh put away. I’d found a letter when I was at the door, and opened it up, full of trepidation, curiousness and inquisitiveness!

I tended to the ablutions. No dropsies, not a single one! No toe-stubbing either! Even the sock-glide battle was a draw! I mopped the floor afterwards. Got dresses, and then checked the potatoes on the boil.

I took the black bags to the waste chute. I got back and bashed up the tatties with some cheese, took me nearly an hour. But I wanted to make them a little lumpy to give texture, added some vinegar, butter and salt, and was arranging the dollop in the oven pan.

Then the phone rang-out. But, I got to it too late. I rang Jane, I assumed it was her or Pete who rang. She rang back on the landline. Their car would not start! So, Pete’s had to walk to the doctors, the AA was called, and if things get sorted, they will come afterwards. Made a mess of the fodder plans that did! So, I got back to the spuds cooking after the call and had a deep think on what could be done to salvage the meals.

I decided on a cunning plan! While doing this, I noticed a ‘Meals at Home’ van having made a delivery to Woodthorpe Court.

A shame that Warden and sexy-Cat-Walk Model,  Unterscharfhreress Deana told me that I do not qualify for this service, as I was not on the dole, or claiming any benefit. Then again, food is of growing importance to me, or rather, the preparation and consuming fodder is. Despite all the handicaps that prevent me from getting things done, and all the time it takes nowadays, I love trying out new, meals and nibbles. Come think of it, there would not be room in the freezer to store any ready-made meals. Gawd, I do waffle on at times. Sorry!

The phone rang while I was doing my contemplating. Jane said a neighbour had given the car a battery boost, and they would be on their way soon.

I went on the balcony as I waited for Jane and Pete, and took some shots of the tenant’s terraces, as I looked out for Jane’s arrival. The last photo, I got the shakes while taking it, but, am amazed at how well it came out?

Photo of Woodthorpe Court balconies
Photo of Woodthorpe Court balconies
Photo of Woodthorpe Court balconies
Photo of Woodthorpe Court balconies
I got the dancing and shaking, so took photo of Woodthorpe Court, in error! Tsk!

I decided to put the cheesy potatoes, when cooked, into some tin dishes with lids I have and keep them in the oven to keep them warm.

I put the tomatoes and Marmite cheese mini-discs in a separate one and put it in the fridge. (I remembered to take them out later – Smug – Mode adopted!).

Then, I got the red Leicester cheesies, with butter, salt and balsamic vinegar in the oven. Checking them regularly, just in case.

I thought I heard a noise from the hallway and went to check things out. I found a letter from the Stroke Team, with the results of last weeks assessment meeting. Well, it seems I have a new list of up to date ailments, listed in the letter, which is a copy of the one sent to my GP.

I had to look up some of the ailments on Google to see what they meant and added it.

  • Right superior cerebellar infarct with CT confirming the infarct and also showing distal SCA thrombus (Thrombosis).
  • Mechanical Aortic Valve replacement.
  • Previous schaemic heart disease.
  • Hypertension.
  • Ca prostate: Cancer Prostate: Currently in remission (Lazs 01 1989).
  • Gastroesophageal Reflux disease. Reflux Valve blockage-enduring. Causing GERD (Gastroesophageal reflux disease).
  • Rheumatoid Arthritis.
  • Dysarthic: Dysarthria: (Often characterised by slurred or slow speech that can be difficult to understand. Common causes of dysarthria include nervous system [neurological] disorders such as stroke, brain injury, brain tumours
  • Burping and Clopidogrel, causing rashes all over.
  • Intolerant to Aspirin.
  • Ischemic stroke.
  • CIDP Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating.
  • Unstable Angina.
  • Hernia (third-not-op’ble).
  • Duodenal (cb-Red) Ulcer.

Well, that was an exciting read. Humph! It beats the bus timetable. Hahaha!

The reprobates Jane and Pete arrived. Much laughter, reminiscing and enjoyment were shared. During a chinwag, Pete revealed that he had the recliner stop working on him, (when he was nosing around, taking a break from removing my valuables and fitting the CCTC cameras?) while I was in the hospital for the Stroke. So, it was Pete, who broke the poor old recliner! You just can’t stop his interest in anything mechanical, electrical or financial (he can get for free)! Hehe!

I was given a card and pressie.

The chamomile tea bag, was proof of their humour, especially as they know I don’t like chamomile. Haha!

The present was the most original one! Further proof of Jane’s hinting knowledgeability! I think it was a hint that I buy too much food, perhaps? Hahaha! 

But seriously, I loved it to bits!

I got the cheesy potatoes and fresh garden peas put in the tin trays and lidded. Remembered the salad one in the fridge, and handed them the treats bag. With plenty of different foods for them to try, I hope they like them.

After much more gossiping and reminiscing, I think they saw I was getting a little drained, and they decided to leave. I took a series of photos of them, as they went to the car.

The dynamic duo leave the foyer with their bags of goodies...
The dynamic duo walk to their car...
The dynamic duo arrive at their car...
Pete get in to try to start it...
Pete looking annoyed...
3 / 7

It’s hard to realise that they are 73 and 72 years of age. They both amaze me so! It just goes to show how an easy-life, winning the lottery twice, being left a fortune by a relative, and being intelligent can help in old age. Harf, Harf! Sorry, Jane & Pete, couldn’t resist it! Hehe!

Anyway, back to reality. Obviously, the car was not going to start. So, I went down to see if they wanted to come back up. But realised waiting for the AA, Pete has to stay with the vehicle. Jane decided (always the logical one, is our Jane), they would eat the tray of food while waiting. She returned with me to the flat to get some cutlery to use. Which was highly fortuitous. For, I had forgot to put some nibbles in the bag of gifts. I walked back down with her. She was very calm about things, bless her. A little natter at the car, farewells and back to the flat I went.

Via the Winwood Court entrance. Sat there in the foyer, were Angela and Roy. We had a chinwagging session and laugh, and I handed out the nibbles. Oberstgruppenfhreress Warden and Pole Dancer Deana passed, had a bite and woke-up poor old Roy, who had nodded off! Hehe! I walked back through the tunnel with Angie and Roy, parted as I got off of the lift, and bade my farewells with a smile each way.

As I got into the flat, the rain had started to fall.

Not that I was bothered, for plans to get out for a hobble tomorrow were already forming in my brain! No matter what the weather! I’ve been imprisoned in this flat since last Friday, unable for one reason and another to get out.

I had a look outside again, and the car was gone. You see, what happens is that my brand of good-luck rubs off on visitors. Regrettably, a proven fact. Hahaha!

I opened the card (Shown earlier, above) and had a chuckle at it, the Chamomile tea bag, and the pressie, the trolley with its imitation food, and the innuendo. Hehehe! Brilliant!

I got my nosh made, just the burnt cheesy potato (I’d left the oven on!) and some peas. I did have a bag of cheese flavoured mini-rice cakes with it. No dessert, no photograph (although I still think I took a picture of it, but, nothing was found on the SD card?) and it was still enjoyed! Flavour rating; 8/10.

The rain had stopped, but the sky still looked threatening. I was really feeling shattered now, so early as well. I stripped and got down in the Brother-in-law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, c1968, rusty, recliner. I put the TV on, to catch a reality police programme, feeling sure I would soon nod-off into the land-of-nod! But it was not meant to be!

I found it hard, to understand that feeling so tired and weary as I did, sleep would not come to me!

On second thoughts, it is apparent to me now, why no head-down comes; The excitement of Jane and Pete visiting me! Of course, I noticed how I kept looking up at the shopping trolley on the cabinet shelf, and card on the Ottoman, and smiling rather smugly!

I didn’t even have any two-minute nod-offs. And the mind was racing, and what I glanced at occasionally on the TV, was of no interest to me.

I think this might be what is known as contentment?

TTFN, each, have a great day! I’ve just had one, rare, but they are so good!

Inchcockski – Tues 27 Aug 19: Mind omnishambles & disorderliness!

Tuesday 27th August 2019

Croatian: Utorak, 27 Kolovoza 2019 Godine

01:40hrs. I woke up with a deep-nagging feeling, that I had forgotten something that needed doing, or remembering this morning! A few moments were spent, as I applied the Propain Gel on the Arthur Itis ridden legs, doing my best to recall what the piquing and vexing in the brain could have meant, but I had no success. (No success, there’s something which, I am familiar with nowadays, Huh!) I languorously laboured to extract my fat, wobbly, blobby, blood-papsule and scar-ridden body from the rickety, not-working again recliner, and off the few paces from the chair, and to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). It was not very full this morning, hardly owt in it, but the ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) wee-wee, put that right. Haha!

I made my way to the kitchen, and took the morning medications, then made a brew of Yorkshire tea.

As I was refilling the kettle, a truly agonising pain shot from the back of my left thigh, bum, down to knee-cap. I was stood still at the time and had not the foggiest idea of what had caused it to hurt so in the first place. I was genuinely worried, as it kept coming. I was considering pressing the ‘Wrist-Alarm’, such a sharp pain. But, after a couple of minutes or so, it died down altogether? A puzzling and most Delphian like experience! Then Arthur Itis returned in both knees.  The thigh bother hasn’t returned again up to now anyway, I say (07:45hrs), obligatedly! ‘Bonkersness – an everyday pleasure for old folk!’ There’s a poem in there somewhere? I can feel it formulating now! Hehehe!

Another wee-wee of the RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) mode, and onto the computer. But… yet again!

Thank you, Mr Fries. May your testicles wither, and guilt attack and punish you. Git!

I tried the reset button to no avail. Rebooted the computer, nut no luck. So, I turned everything off for ten minutes and started afresh. Nope! I decided to take it all down again and leave it longer this time before I try to reload the pathetic, crap, useless, unreliable Liberty-Global (so he can muck up millions of customers then?) Virgin Media.

I went for a refresher wash in the wet room. Had a wee-wee, of the RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) variety.

I have to say, I was somewhat taken aback by the colouration, or rather, lack of colouration in the feet and legs this morning.

But, the papsules and blotches had reduced a lot.

Bonkersness Poem link

Meantime I composed an ode. Calling it “‘Bonkersness’ An everyday pleasure for old folk!” as planned earlier. I got carried away with it, so it took a while to get finished.

Then I tried the internet again, and things came back to normal. Still slow, but that as I say, is typical for Mr Fries, pitiful, feeble, despicable, saddening and anger-making, wretched, Godforsaken, contemptible, cockamamie, shameful, inadequate, cruelly-inapt and inept, abominable, damnable, fiendish, and embarrassing, outrageous, waste of time, cruel, and laughingly inferior, unfit-for-the-job, sub-standard service! There, I feel a bit better now!

I went to have yet another wee-wee, this time an LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling) wee-wee. Then into the kitchen to make a brew, and took some photos through the thick-framed, light & view-blocking, with glass that cannot be reached for cleaning, new windows.

I made the cuppa, and got on with updating the Sunday post at last! (Thank you, Mr ‘Con-man’ Fries!)

I had to stop and go to the wet room, to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Recent evacuations seem to be settling into a familiar routine lately; ‘Sit, splash-splush, all over!’ To be followed by a lengthy cleaning up of the room and me!

I got the blog finished after much Mr Fries, Global Virgin Internet and finger-jumping affected delays.

Then got on the WordPress Reader page.

I made a start on this blog. (Three hours) Went onto TFZer Facebooking.

Fodder prepared, a chilli-con-carne, with mushrooms, garden peas, onions, tomatoes and chips added. Popping crisps as a side nibble. Milk Roll bread to soak up the gravy with its added BBQ sauce.

A good one, 9.25/10 flavour rating.

I tried again to get some cleaning done. Not that Sister Jane scares me, with her one-look and one-word disheartening, rebarbative, mind-shattering, confidence-destroying, stares; as she runs her fingers along some dust, she had found. Or makes me feel as big as a microbe! Hehehe! 

Got the pots washed and tried to clean between the cooker and cupboard.

I got the dizzies while working in the kitchen, and the damned leg went off uncontrollably on one its, thankfully infrequent, Neuropathic Schuhplattler stomps. And over I went, to greet the hard floor, denting one of the tiles as I did so with my knee!

That was it! I stopped everything. Left stuff half-sorted, rubbed pain-gel on the knee, felt somewhat sorry for myself, and got down in the £300 second-hand, recliner in search easing the Dizzy Dennis bout, searching and hoping for some sort of peace of mind and sleep! And felt a little ‘I can’t win, I’ve had enough-like’.

I kept nodding and waking, a few wee-wees, and got myself feeling low again. Especially when proper sleep was denied me!

Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit! Particularly this bloke! Tsk!

TTFNski, things will get betterer.

Won’t they?

Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Monday 26th August 2019: Frustrations, ailments & Whoopsiedangleplops. Humph!

Monday 26th August 2019

Afrikaans: Maandag 26 Augustus 2019

03:15hrs: I woke in a bit of a state, I think I might have been trying to escape a nightmare scenario. Well, I know I was! It was a horrible dream I’d been having! I can only remember the end of it accurately. It felt like it had lasted a long time. People from my past working life were in it, yet strangely, I couldn’t recognise or name many of them. It involved them each having a traffic accident of some sort. In the one, I woke up from, as I can recall; I was working in a warehouse and couldn’t find what I was searching for on the high shelves… then I and the shelving was outside and me still on the top shelf… I watched as a van with an old colleague driving, and it went underneath a pantechnicon lorry, which drove on for a mile, not knowing he was taking the van with him (how I knew this, I don’t understand), I climbed down and got on the milk float and drove to the scene of the accident. I got under the lorry and pulled out a piece of the man’s mangled body. Blank. Arrived back at the warehouse and I got the sack for leaving without permission. Then I was suddenly wearing a uniform and knocking on a door to tell a lady about her husband’s death… That I think, is when I sprang awake!

I made some memory notes on the notepad, to refer too when doing the above description of the dreaming.

Removed my grossly overweight bloated body from the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige-coloured, c1968, unkempt, rusty-recliner, and hobbled to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). Which was almost full as I started to use it! The wee-wee was of the USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) variation.

Arthur Itis was still having fun with my knees and legs. Tsk! Off to the kitchen to cleaned and sanitised the bucket. The and washing was moved to the stand-up airer. The toe was stubbed en route to the hallway.

As I was putting the kettle on, Dizzy Dennis attacked! It was not a long one, but, by Gawd, it was vicious with it! Perhaps one of the worst ever, it took me a while to regain my equilibrium and equipoise. During which I eventually was able to take two photographs of outside, through the thick-framed, light & view-blocking new windows. I used the Nikon camera this time. I noticed that this one too has an option to shoot in ‘P’ mode. So I tried to take both of the shots from the same place and zoom level. The first one on the ‘P’ setting, the other in Auto.

The bottom field could do with a little precipitation, methinks. I was amazed that I could take them without much shaking at all, the camera is too large for me to use the right hand only. It seems that moments from recovering from Dizzy Dennis’s bother, things had calmed down so well? Things soon got back to normal, though, Humph! 

I made the brew, and took the medications, as the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room. Another flash-bang-done, evacuation. A bit more painful, though?

In the brightly lit wet room, I noticed that the tummy looked like I might have been scratching away at it? The leg-ulcer spot was going wrinkly. And Arthur Itis’s visit to the knees did not look like it was about to give me break, any time soon.

 

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I imagine it’s all a part of ageing, decrepitation, disintegration, decay, decline, deterioration, debilitation, degeneration and natural enfeeblement of one’s body as age catches us up?  It’s not too bad getting it earlier in life via ailments than others do, cause when the so-called lucky ones get it later in life, it’ll be more of a shock for them. Egregious for them to withstand? There’s a warped, twisted sense of logicalness in there somewhere. (I think!) Hehe!

I needed another wee-wee, but was surprised, to say the least, to find it was an ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) type! No wonder the bucket was so full this morning!

The EQ told me to take the bucket with me to the computer, and keep it handy! So, I did!

I’d just made a start on updating the Sunday blog, and another call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room. Exactly the same mode of evacuation as earlier. But this time I got the crossword book out afterwards because the following wee-wee was again of the ELPSOA mode! Tsk!

I got the blog completed and sent off. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then got some peas shelled and in the saucepan with soy sauce added. I reckon approx 12 peas were lost when they shot off of their own accord. Up to now, four have been retrieved! Haha!

Then got the mushrooms sliced, a drop of soy light sauce, and in the slow cooker, on a low setting!

I made a beginning to this post, in between several ELPSOA mode wee-wees. Consistent today!

I took a break, made a brew, and returned to the computer to check the tracking of the things coming.

Up to 21:00hrs, eh? It’s gonna be a big problem for me, staying up and awake that long, if they do arrive that late! Oh, Globbalturds!

I was doing so well with the typing and Dizzy Dennis kicked-off again, joined by the stomach ache? I felt suddenly drained. Please, that I can stay awake long enough to catch the delivery… and that the intercom works and I can hear it! Please! Mind you, when I first moved in the flat, they delivered a computer chair to 72 Winchester Court on a Bank Holiday, and not Woodthorpe Court! Oh, dear, I’d forgotten all about that! ‘Treble Gobbalturds!’

I decided the only way I could hope to stay awake was to be doing something active that I might enjoy. So I got the ablutions sorted out.

The circadian scrub-up session’s dropsies were rife. Toothbrush and paste, razors, flannel, ear-oil pot, deodorant can… well, most things really! Humph! I suppose, because I was trying to rush, just in case the ankle-support arrived early. Deciding what needed cleaning first, was a decision-making nightmare, for someone like me, who is a devoted aboulomania sufferer. There was that much needed doing! Tsk! 

I opted to do the inside of the fridge first. I should have known better really, with the hand and arm being so shaky, and feeling so tired. The concentration levels being so low, as well!

Taking stuff out to clean in the sink, I broke one of the shelves in the door.

So, spent the next hour or so, cleaning up the mess I had made, and somehow didn’t get around to doing any actual cleaning of the fridge as I had intended! I blamed the shakes that had started-off. Oy Vey!

Frequent visits from Dizzy Dennis were not helping my concentration, either.

I gave up the idea of doing any more refrigerator cleaning, and I took an RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) wee-wee. Then I had a rethink.

If I sit down at the computer again, there would be a real chance of my nodding-off and falling out of the chair, and missing the delivery man. So I abandoned the computerisationing, and decided to get the kitchen floor, (the one with the holes left in it, along with gaps in the wall, by the fitters of the needing a hyperintelligent brain like Einstein’s to understand and set up, heater), and decided I’d get the mottled-tiled uneven floor mopped. Which went rather well, actually. No real Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas at all.

However, when it came to cleaning out them up and bucket afterwards… Things went Whoopsiedangleploply ape-shit! Emptying the bucket of dirty water down the WC, and the damned polyneuropathy affected right arm had a shaking moment, at the same time as the leg did one of its Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances. The resulting chaotic mess, dirty water over the bowl, floor and me, meant another hour spent cleaning up. So far, I had made more mess than any I had cleaned-up!  No wonder I felt a right meshugener! Still, these things were stopping me falling asleep, at least. Not that they were doing much good, healthwise, or mentally! Humph!

I got myself sorted out again, and had a look down from the balcony to see if any signs of a delivery van were there. Nope! Not a sign of life, other than the person who had parked their red car in the ‘Emergency Vehicles Only’ hatched area on Chestnut Way, and was on her or his mobile phone. It’s possible that the driver had to call a flat. One of the many, where the Intercom has failed, or the resident like me, is hard of hearing and cannot hear the weak, feeble tone it gives out when someone calls you on it from the lobby? But, nobody takes any notice of the road signage, and haven’t for over two years now, since the upgrading had started when the parking spaces were reduced.

So many new rules have been made and ignored. Like the removal of all the doormats in the corridors, they have made a come-back. I’d like to put mine back again, so I can help keep my prison cell cleaner, but do not know if the commandments are currently still in use, or not, and don’t want to get in trouble? Some are reappearing outside the flat doors, it is confusing. But, with so much mayhem and workings going on, it must be difficult, nae, impossible to keep tenants informed of everything. Not that the majority of us can remember anyway. Hehehe!

The body and mind were shattered now. But I had to keep up and about, to ensure I heard the delivery person when they call. So, I got the vacuum out and did a bit of Hoovering in the front room and hallway. There were marks on the floor edge panelling, but I was not up to bending down to clean them.

As I was doing this bit of cleaning, the Intercom panel, which I was stood right next to at the time, chimed and lit up. Had I been in the other room, I would never have heard it! I admitted the young man, and he confirmed the floor he needed, and was soon up at the front door, with the ankle-supports and the Lemon wafers.

I thanked him, and off he shot.

The supports looked and felt awfully thin. But I now had them to try out at my leisure and pleasure. (Rare words for me! Haha!) The hard to find in the shops Manner Lemon Wafers, are so tasty and would serve as a meal for me tonight. I was just too tired-out and weary of doing any food preparation.

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The place (apart from the kitchen floor) looked dirtier and messier than when I started out to clean things up!

I felt burnt-out, bushed, and beaten. With a brabble-filled brain, that needed nothing more than sleep and rest!

I took the evening medications, had a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee, and settled on the £300, second-hand, rickety, recliner, in search of sleep. Which I was confident would come quickly.

But, oh, no! The brain was soon filled with every type of fears, worries, anxieties, and an unasked for deep-depression. I felt lonely, pathetic, apprehensive, and cynically suspicious of everything without warning. A horrible feeling that determined that sleep, despite my overtiredness, took hours to come! During which time, TV was ignored, doing the crossword puzzle was just too much effort, and I sank lower in spirits. But why? When Arthur Itis, then the cramps arrived, I declined further.

This was not good.

Eventually, I did manage to drop-off, waking half-an-hour later, thinking it was time to rise and shine! Extracted my lumberingly rotund body from the £300, second-hand, not working, rickety recliner, and took an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee. Then realised it was only 22:00hrs! Got back down on the ancient. c1968, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating, rotting-away recliner. But, I still found trouble nodding-off!

Methinks perhaps, the grey-cells were overactive and befuddled. Mind you, that’s normal for me, innit?

Inchcockski – Sunday 25th August 2019: A confusing, action-limited Sunday

Sunday 25th August 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sul 25ain Awst 2019

Born this day: Thomas Shaun Connery – The Best James Bond

03:20hrs: I woke up, with only the need for a wee-wee on my mind! I hastily (well in about five-minutes), got myself free of the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured,  c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, ramshackle, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating, rotting-away, recliner. To the salvationalistical GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), and had a much needed USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee. I was amazed at how full the bucket was. Considering I can only recall getting up to use it the once, and regretted that Arthur Itis was playing-up again!

The brain was soon filled with a stampede of unwanted thoughts. Full of worries, fears, forebodings, misgivings, doubts, uncertainties and a mangled-confusion of plans that I knew would never work, and should never even have been considered! My EQ was in there somewhere, advising me that I was about to do something stupid, and needed to control my thoughts and actions! The message from was unambivalent, univocal, incontestable and unmistakable this time. A genuine warning, an alarum that ensured I would do my best, to be aware and apperceptive from here on. I’ve never had a more explicit EQ message before! I began to feel a tad uncomfortable, and thought I was squirming, wriggling and writhing inside? This was not good.

I grabbed the stick, and somewhat painfully (the knees of Arthur) walked to the kitchen. I got the kettle on, and had to return to the bucket again! This time it was a wee-wee of the WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) variety, I had to be patient waiting for it to end, but at least I knew when this one had done. Haha!

Back t the kitchen, made a brew and had to divert to the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne. Another ‘flash-bang-all-over’ evacuation. Not so much cleaning up to do after this one. Washed the dandies and back to the kitchen. I took the medications with tea today.

I got the computer going to update yesterday’s post. I checked the emails first, and one from Jenny had come in. Bless her, she’d bought a Continental loaf on Saturday from the Oran shop, and Frank didn’t like it. She knows I do, and had left it on the door handle in a bag for me. How kind was that!  I must have been sleeping when she came, cause I didn’t hear the ‘I only want to be with you’ door chime. I replied to the email thanking her kindly.

I’ll just have sarnies tonight then, with that bread. Buttered, sliced tomatoes and some cooked meat, and the peas and mushrooms as a side! Getting hungry at the thought of it.

Then…

Makes you sick! Weekend again! Fries garbage-service, again! Utter crap! And the bullying pathetically-incompetent multi-millionaire is advertising how excellent the service is on TV this week! The Scoundrel!

I made another mug of tea, had yet another trying WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) wee-wee, moved the clothes on the air dryer, adding the still wet oven-mitt to them, then returned to the computer. Hello, it’s working again!

I got straight on with updating the post. It took a while, because…

I finally got the blog finished! Hurrah! I made a brew and took a photograph of below the light and view-blocking new kitchen window. Blind, because of the ridiculously wide ledge, prevent one from seeing anything. Tsk!

I decided to make an order on Amazon, for the Mannen Lemon Wafers, and short Bamboo socks. The reasoning for doing this:

  • The Mannen Lemon Wafers just cannot be found on sale anywhere in Nottingham that I’ve tried. (I might do an internet search later).
  • I lost some pairs of bamboo socks when the plumber caused a leak all over the clothes in the airing cupboard. I tried washing them, but the ripe and stale pong was still on them. Like other clothing, I had to dish them. Thank you, most kind of you, Nottingham City Homes.

I came across a cheaper and smaller Ankle Support on Amazon. I added it to the order. I just hope it works something like as well as the larger one I’m using now.

I went on the WordPress reader, some great stuff on it today.

Made a beginning to this blog, can’t take too long, with Josie’s Sunday nosh to prepare. Brother-in-Law Pete rang, and we had a chinwag. He and Jane will be calling next Wednesday to see me. I don’t expect to get my valuables back, they are worth too much for them to risk me losing them. Hahaha!

Close up of part of the Winchester Street Hill's lights
To the left and town
Ahead, with the lights from the M1 motorway's lit strectch

After a few more hours, I stopped working on the blog.

I received an email, and this of news from the Nottingham Courts was an eye-opener.

Mr Teer, 45, actually stole £255-worth of Smoked Salmon.

I’m glad to see he was punished. Ha!

Punished? Conditional discharge? There must be more to this than is printed here!

Back to check on Josie’s nosh. I went to get the potatoes mixed with chives, onion and Leicester cheese. While in there I took some photos of the most amazing clouds, as the day burst into lightness.

I got the nosh for Josie delivered to her door. I hope she enjoys it. She gave me some potatoes and tomatoes in return, bless her cotton socks.

I went on to Facebooking. I want to find out how the TFZ founder Sandie, is getting on. She’s had terribly tricky and painful operations. Fingers crossed. ♥

Sketchy news, but the gal is not in good shape.

I put some stuff on the Facebook photo galleries. Including this picture, I found on the web, of four of the old favourites from long ago. I suppose many years ago I tried them all, when I was addicted to nicotine, I recall the Guards brand, and tried them often. A little dry tasting, but made a change.

It’s strange how addictions come back to mind. I really do miss the pipe and the gorgeous Erinmore Mixture. As for the plonk and ale, I am only tempted when depressed, and in summer, when I see folks sat out in the sunshine, enjoying a pint!

Nearly three hours, Josie has not returned the plate etc. yet. I shall be wanting to get my head down soon. The usual weariness and wandering mind are coming over me already today. Poor old sausage. Hehehe! I called at Josie’s to give her the last lemon wafer, I know she loves them as I do. I collected the washed plate, tray and cutlery, and had a minute or so chin-wagging. Josie said she enjoyed the meal, which cheered me up!

I got back in the apartment and got my nosh served up. A cold nosh tonight. Tomato and turkey sarnies, on the Continental sourdough bread that Jenny had donated to me. Thanks again, Jenny! ♥ Garden peas and mushrooms, the last of the spring onion, BBQ turkey thingamabobs on sticks, sliced beetroot, crispt cheese sticks, and an orange drink from the fridge to follow. Tired as I was feeling, I ate it all up, and thought it was worth a taste-rating of 8.2/10!

The noises from above were pestering me a little, so I put the headphones (that desperately need replacing) and watched some TV. Which to me disappointment and chagrin, did not sent me to sleep as it usually would do. In fact, no nod-off until well gone 23:00hrs!

I did get off eventually, and a nightmare (literally) kip of about four hours was enjoyed. Well, not appreciated, but suffered. Poor old thing! Haha!

Inchcockski. Saturday 24th August 2019: Exasperated!

Saturday 24th August 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 24ain Awst 2019

On this day the entertainment world lost Richard Attenborough and Julie Harris

23:10hrs: I woke up, to face another uphill-struggle with Arthur Itis, to free myself from the clutches of the £300, second-hand, grotty-beige coloured, near-dilapidated, dusty, rusty, rickety, rotting, recidivating recliner. Once I had got myself semi-perpendicular, on my legs, the pain eased considerably. And, welcomingly so!

A few paces to the famously salvational GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), for an RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) wee-wee.

I hobbled to the kitchen and checked out the hand-washed clothes that were hanging to dry. But the thermal long-sleeved shirt, bamboo socks and the oven-mitt were all still so wet!

I did my best to thread the shirt and socks on the bendy upright airer. The oven-mitts will have to wait to be done later. About October, I reckon. Hehe!

I took the medications and made a brew of tea. I had a little self-kvell about how I was managing this morning. Arthur Itis was getting worse again, walking was getting more complicated, and the innards had started rumbling and grumbling! But, I was coping with what was almost contempt with the hassles! I sort of emitted, a ‘Sod you!” to them! Puzzling myself here!

It took me an awfully long time, but I got the Saturday blog finished and posted off. Smugness creeping in here! Haha!

A visit to the Porcelain Throne soon put an end to my smugness! Cor, Lord love a duck! I doubt if any more time than three-seconds had gone before the evacuation was started of its own accord, and it being over and done with! Talk about fluidification! Another lengthy cleaning up session was needed.

I had a look at the legs to assess how things were going with that supplier of pain Arthur Itis, and the possible new leg-ulcer was progressing.

Arthur’s knees were a tad swollen and of course still painful. He’s enjoying himself today, making up for the days of inactivity? The ulcer seems to have changed its mind again about returning?

I went on the WordPress Reader section. Not so much on there today, but it is a Saturday.

I made another mug of tea and got some fresh garden peas podded, and into the saucepan to marinate with a spoonful of demerara sugar for cooking later. Then got one of the baking spuds in the slow-cooker.

Drank the brew, and made a Morrison order for next week. Crickey that took some time as well. The brain seems a little on the slow side, and the fingers-ends are losing contact senses again. This made me take over two-hours to get done?

06:40hrs: How the heck I’m going to get on doing the CorelDraw graphic, well, I can only hope for the best! I made another brew, had another GPWWB wee-wee, and started on the drawing.

10:00hrs. Still slogging away at the CorelDrawing! Remembered the window cleaner chappie is calling this morning to see about doing them for me. So I got a wash and some clothes on! Then back to the computerisationalistical graphic-making grind!

13:15hrs: The window cleaner who said he would call to see me this morning, has not matured.

I took a Limoncello for Josie and pressed on with the graphicalisationing. Gerrin’ reet tired now!

13:35hrs: Started to make up a few days templates. 16:30hrs, got them all finished. The old man is now shattered mentally and in pain physically as Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald, join in with Anne Gyna, and amalgamated, joined forces with the peripheral neuralgia inspired leg, arm, hands and fingers in a Neuropathic Schuhplattler. (The neuropathic medicine drop kettle, Pot noodles, soap, razors, mugs, shower head etc. dance), in giving me some hassle, that I don’t think I deserved! But still, no point in moaning. (Humph, Hehe!)

As I got up to do the cleaning, I kicked the walking stick that was left balancing against the sink, it fell, and in my rush to prevent it going on the floor and needing my bending down.  I grabbed at it with my left hand and whacked my knuckles against the metal bars of the Sock-Glide, and the stick still fell flat on the floor!

Bending, supporting myself foolishy, with the right hand on the sink with the clothes soaking in it. And, a little jiggling and jerking, and the hand slipped into the hand-basin, and the arm up to the elbow, banging against a tap (faucet), slipped into the soapy water and bleach, and the fluid spilt out onto me, and the floor, and the mat, and the testicles, and then… well, all over! Grumph and Goblastications! I set about cleaning things up, with under-breath curses and a frustrated whining emanating from the vocal-chords occasionally! The job was a long time to get it done, but I sorted the place and myself out.

Checking things looked okay, I opened the door, and the smell of the burning potatoes in the oven drifted my way! Double Grumph and Goblastications! I hastened to the kitchen…

There was not a lot of cheesy potatoes, but what I salvaged, actually tasty spot-on! I added the garden peas, and mushrooms from the saucepan added that to the things soaking in the sink and settled in the £300, second-hand, rickety, still-not-working, c1968 recliner. It tasted so lip-smackingly good! A flavour rating of 8/10 given. It went down quicker than I planned. But I could not stop worrying in case the mess in the wet room or kitchen had not been safely sorted.

A call to the Porcelain Throne produced the same evacuation as the last three have been; Rush, pants-down, sit, splosh and all done bar the cleaning up! Haha!

I returned to get the washing up done. Which took me an inordinately long time. During which the sunshine came bursting through the unwanted, uncleanable, light & view-blocking kitchen windows. Despite all my woes at that time, the beauty of the view caught my attention, and I had to take a picture of it.

I did it in ‘P’ mode on the camera dial. I must find the time and or stay awake long enough to check what this setting option means, my guess is ‘Panorama’, but I may well be wrong.

I checked around again, and then got down in the rickety recliner, out the TV on, and noticed the legs were getting blotches still. But the leg ulcer had almost disappeared.

The toe-nails needed cutting. But the best the Health Centre could do is 11th September, eighteen days away, yet! I suppose it is a ploy, to get us to use a private nail-cutting service and save them bother. But surely they have seen my record, and know that because if my ‘Many issues’, they all refuse to treat to me?

I watched some Gordon Ramsay Kitchens on the box. But, as tired as I was, I just could not get to sleep. So perturbing!

I suppose I did fall asleep, cause I woke up around 03:20hrs. Still feeling so tired, weary and drained!

I’m not really in high-spirits, but things could be much worse… Hehehe!

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