Monday 12th August 2019
Welsh: Dydd Llun 12fed Awst 2019
02:10hrs: I woke, and had to free my horrendously ever-growing ever more significantly-sized wobbly-body from the £300, second-hand, none-working-at-the-moment, painfully off-putting beige-coloured, c1968, rickety recliner, for a wee-wee. Gained my balance, grabbed the stick and to the good old (empty) EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket).
The wee-wee style was of the IDKWIB (I-don’t-know-why-I-bothered) mode. Never has so little been evacuated, resulting in such effort, patience, and pain! Urgh! Argh! And ten minutes later, a two-second dribble! Huh!
I must crack on today, the Doctors appointment at 08:50hrs, and Health Centre at 11:00hrs and some bread and tomatoes to be bought while I’m out.
The view from the kitchen window was a good one this morning.
The BP machine and thermometer were not having it again! I took the medications and made a brew.
I got the handwashing done and hung to dry. Then the summoning from the innards to attend the Porcelain Throne arrived. A messy evacuation, but not so painful. Washed the hands, the none-quivering hands, I might add. (Oh, yes, Smugmess Mode Adopted!)
The whole body looked extremely anaemic and cadaverous, it fair shocked me. Especially as I was feeling a lot stabler healthwise, in myself this morning?
Still, the pot marks and papsules seemed to be clearing up? Even the spider-veins were not showing up as much as vividly as they usually do. But that might be due to the current anaemicalness. I must mention this and show this picture to the Doctor this morning.
As I was just about to start updating yesterday’s blog, I had to hasten to the wet room for a sudden wee-wee. What a difference with this one! An unexpected, catching me unawares, LPSS (Long-Powerfull-Stinging-Splashingback) version! Another mess to clean-up! Humph! It was a good job I didn’t use the bucket this time, else it may well have been blasted out of my hand! Hehehe!
Back to the computer and got the finalisationing done to Sunday’s diary. Posted it off. Then went on the WordPress Reader. Made a start on this blog.
An hour or so later: I got the ablutions done.
But at a cost! Tsk! Not exactly a good session, injury-wise, today. Oy Yay!
- A tiny cut, but on the facial mole, and it took me ages to encourage it to stop bleeding.
- Loss my balance while operating the death-defyingly dangerous, green hard metal sock glide.
- Recovered and then lost a diddy chunk off of a finger on the suicidal-sock-grabber clip!
- A final toe-stubbing on the seat-raiser metal leg finished the run of Accifauxas.
Readied things for the hobble to the surgery. It was too early to take the waste bags to the chute.
I set off out, down the elevator and out on to Chestnut Way. A worrying sight outside Winchester Court had me fretting a bit. As I drew level, ambulancemen came out, with a meat-trolley, but thankfully, no one was on it. Fingers crossed.
The dang white Mercedes van was still there in the same place, parked up on the Winchester Street Hill pavement. I had to go out onto the road again to get around it. Tsk!
The walk down the incline was most pleasant weather-wise. Not too windy, sunny or any rain affected the hobble into Carrington.
On Mansfield Road, it seemed like a Nottinghamian’s Pavement Cyclists Heaven today. I’ve put photographs together, to show the naughty people all in one place.
I arrived with plenty of time to spare and logged in with the receptionist. I had a bash at the crossword book. Got some in on puzzled I keep going back to. Swank-Mode-Engaged!
Dr Vindla came into the waiting area and summoned me to her surgery. She asked me what the problem was. I told her that Nurse Ann had made the appointment about my NCH medical results from last week. “Ah, yes!” When did you last have a fall? ‘Over a week ago, I’m doing better now!’ Well, that’s hardly encouraging, is it? ‘Well, no!’ – she had a check of the lungs, and I mentioned the whiteness of the body this morning. Writing on the computer. You’ll need more blood tests, make an appointment when you leave! ‘Okay, thanks’. That’s it! ‘Thank you’. I departed and made the appointment with the receptionist. Who, knowing me, wrote the date and time down for me, (Tuesday 20th August 07:30hrs) and told me not to lose it! I gave her
some nibbles and made my way to the Lidl store, as I had plenty of time before the Sherwood Health Clinic appointment.
I left the store with some Scarlet Tomatoes, Mayonaise and some chicken drumsticks. I caught the bus back to Sherwood. Where the pavement cyclist almost hit me as I got off of the bus. Swine!
I crossed over at the Pelican lights and made my way to the Sherwood Health Centre.
Where a different young lady this time, took the note from me, and gave me a sympathetic look, as she explained that the appointment is for September, not August! She kindly did not sneer or look at, nor deal with me in a demeaning way at all! Bless her!
I asked if I could book an appointment with the paediatrician. Which made her laugh out loud, as she said; “I take it you mean the Podiatrist, my dear?” Even I had a sneaky smile when I realised what I had said, well, when she told me what I said! Hehehe! She phoned them for me, and she’d soon got me weighed up, as she wrote the much in the distance time and date on the doctor’s appointment card for me. Wednesday, 11th September! Blimey, my toes need cutting now! I thanked her and departed, to leave her to tell others of my faux pas, no doubt. Haha! I know I would have!
I hobbled back into Sherwood and called in the Wilko shop. I got a bottle of liquid soap-flakes and a bottle of bleach.
Then made my way up the hill, over the crest and down into the Woodthorpe Grange Park. Where I had a long, slow walk through up the hill.
While frequently stopping to view and admire the greenery, trees, and watch the many dogs taking their owners for a walk. Haha! I haven’t felt so contended in a long time. Just watching the pets and frondescence, plants, magnificent old trees, shrubbery, flowers, brambles, petiole, and shin-tangles, was a pleasure for me. Even the Pavement Cyclist didn’t get to me this time.
I was in no rush, I was happy. When I got to the top and turned right onto the gravel hill path, and Winwood Heights came into view, I wondered and hoped that no resident had taken poor;y earlier, or worse.
I painstakingly made my way down the footpath. The three-wheel trolley-guide does not like going downhill at all. Controlling the thing can get a bit dodgy at time. But not today, I got to the bottom without any mishaps at all. Even the idiot who drove her little black car at such speed to the end garages area did not get to me either! I was getting a bit worried about all this contentment, it’s not natural for me!
I got in and up to the flat without seeing a soul. But that is not unusual. I got in and put the bits I’d bought while out away. Got on the computer and added the new appointments to the Google calendar.
I started updating this blog and went to make a brew. Suddenly and serendipitously, just out of the blue, my general outlook on life returned. The doubts, fears, worries, and fretting about everything stormed into my mind! Nothing was sacred! I even wondered if I’d bought the mayonnaise in error and should have got something else to go on Josie’s fish? I couldn’t get it clear in my head. So much so, I called at Josie’s to ask her if it was Mayonaise that she said went well with her Tuna fish. It was, thankfully, the right stuff. We had a little natter, and I felt a fool for having to ask. I thanked her.
Back to doing the blogging. Time to get the fodder cooking. I got some chips in the oven; I’ll add the beef pie later.
The EQ warned be that I must take care and concentrate? No other tips, though. The mind was still in a state of nervousness and worry.
While doing the cooking, I took and enjoyed perusing this nephelognosyer’s delight, photograph. I got the medications taken while waiting for the chips and beef pie to cook.
I stripped down to the PPs. I made some buttered wholemeal flatbreads and served up the nosh. It looked good, it smelt grand, and I was really enjoying it and watching Rumpole of the Bailey, as…
The door chimes rang out as I was eating! I put a seat cover around me, got the stick and answered the door. It was another Nottingham City Homes plumber! This chap had come to replace something on the cold water tank, that the chap came to replace yesterday, but a different part.
He spent ten-minutes examining things, and he asked me if I had a pair of step ladders he could use. I went out to look on the balcony for them – passing the steps on the way! He spotted them, and once more, I felt a right fool today! Hehe!
A cracking, possibly the most painful ever toe-stubbing against the swivel chair legs. Oh, the pain! It forced me into using a little unsavoury language, I’m afraid!
I tried to eat the rest of the meal, but things were cold and soggy by now. Humph! Threw it in the bin!
The gentleman got the job done. I thanked him, and off he trudged.
I found the stubbed-toe was the middle digit. Toes either side catching against the injury, meant I could not even wear my slippers. I was getting all fretfull again. And it soon started to turn black or blue on the second photograph.
Lucky; is perhaps not the best of words to describe me. Globdangerations!
It’s no wonder no one wants to come and visit me, it’s obviously the fear of catching and being affected by my infections, infirmities, maladies, contaminations, miasmas, issues, madness, contagions, disorders, afflictions, tribulations, ill-luck, contaminations, miasmas, septicity, anxiety disorder, timorousness, apprehensions, fears, septicity, and insecureness! And, I can’t blame them, either! Hehehe!
A harangued, pissed-off and had-enough Inchcock, then sat there doing nothing but mentally battling against the incoming Surface-to-Inchcock’s-Brain missiles, bringing forth sanity attacking worries, fears and a cruel demoralising acceptance of failure and distemperature, as the norm!
If anyone is training for a Doctorate (PhD or PsyD), who would like a challenging case to study, no charges either way! Can they please Email me. Haha!
00:15hrs: I stirred into ersatz life, with embers of Dizzy Dennis’s attack last night, lurking in the background. My EQ warned me to expect another dose of dizziness from Dennis any time now. No logic or rhyme nor reason, but a definite sense of foreboding! I accepted this premonition as fact, so did not worry. If the EQ informs me of upcoming woes, it is nearly always right. 
All done, I set about preparing things for Josie’s meal. The potatoes were almost ready to be mashed up with the Leicester cheese, got the Tuna chunks, tomatoes and beetroot out in advance, and the Limoncello dessert to the front of the fridge. I went to tell the neighbour of mine that the meal should be coming about 11:55hrs! But I couldn’t get an answer at Josie’s 
door. Oh, dear! I did remind her yesterday, no, on Friday that the nosh would be served up about midday. 
Back to the flat, and as I got my fodder sorted, I noticed the sky was looking a little threatening again. But, beautiful at the same time. 
I got in the wet room and had a refreshing wash. The legs seem to be mutating again, and going back into a knobbly, misshaped blotchy sort of mode? Hehe! 
The hands and arms had much more colour to them as well.
22:40hrs: Woke up, and nodded-off again. 23:00hrs: Woke up, and nodded-off again. 23:20hrs: Woke up, and nodded-off again.
out into the sink again. I must get to advise one of our pulchritudinous, most highly desirous Oberstleutnantess Wardens of this later. 
I made a start on this post. Then needed to go on CorelDraw to make up some more header and thought graphics. Took me a few hours, but I got them done. 
Marie joined us, and she and Penny went off to catch the 40 bus on Winchester Street. Which left me all alone, and feeling oddly lonely. Sad innit? 
I got off last, on Queen Street, and slowly made my way down the hill and through the slab square to Wheeler Gate and the Poundland shop. Where a successful shopping session took place. With then having many items they had not had in lately, caused this old twit, to come out having bought far too much stuff, and struggling with the three-wheeler and overfull carrier bag full of fodder! I came out with: 2×6 mini-bags of Twiglets. Two Pork Farms pork pies, pedal bin bags, and two bottles of Bleach. A bag of birdseed. Orange club biscuits. A ready-made BLT pack of sarnies. A Kit-Kat Special Edition ‘Ruby’ (to treat the Wardens with). Two cans of BBQ chilli & wedges. Payne’s misshapes chocolate almonds. The self-serve checkout machine red light came on twice, the young lady put it right, but I don’t know what I did wrong. 
I left and made my way to the Slab Square, and took many photographicalisation. I intend to do a post with all the pictures on in the morning, after updating this blog. There are a good few, with a (hopefully witty) comments or two on every shot! 
made my way to the Queen Street bus stop. 
Back home to the apartment, and put away the sillily bought purchases. And got the easy-peasy to make meal prepared. 
He soon had things in hand, but got another call on his mobile, and had to nip into the wet room to find the water cut-off. The trolley and cleaners were in the way, but he soon had them moved.
Would you like to Guess who walked into the corner of one of those same doors?
Yes, Inchcock doing what he does best again! It made me jump a bit! Haha! I nipped into the other room and cleaned up the wound and put some antiseptic cream on it.
I then spotted the letter from the Nottingham City Homes maintenance department.
I am more confused than ever, now. However, the decay with my mind and body deteriorating so fast as it is, this should not be of a surprising nature. Hahaha!
I hobbled off to the kitchen to put the kettle on primarily – but my plans had to take a back-seat. The overflow 
squeezer, flew out of the hand as the arm did a 
chute. Caught a lift down to the foyer. Not a soul about. 
As I came out of the shop, I took a picture of the Sherwoodanian pedestrians crossing the pelican lights against the red lights. It took me several tries to get a picture decent enough that I could use. Such was the hand-shaking at that moment.
coming towards me, up the hill. I managed to get a viewable shot of him on my second try. I nearly missed the gentleman. He was middle-aged, but by gum, he was fit enough to get a moved on, even going up the incline, bless him. Then another Herbert came down the hill!
I worked it out, that if I caught the bus at this stop, I’d have to pay £2.20 for the three or four stops lift up to the flats. I cunningly walked down the hill and into Winchester Street and caught the bus at the second stop. 
Dropped off the bus, and had a few words with man residents, Mo, Penny, Nydia, and Wilf, amongst them. 
Updated this diary until the meal was ready, then served it up.
I washed the grey bucket, myself then got the handwashing that was hanging up drying from last night, onto the stand-up airer. I kept jiggling the socks around, as usual, to get them to dry evenly. There’s quite a skill in doing this, I’m getting better all the time. Well, when I remember to do it. Haha! 
0745hrs: As I started to worry about the Morrison order being late, I heard some thunderous metallic clanging noises, as if metal sheets had been dropped somewhere? I had the CCTV on. So as to look for the Morrison driver, Gohar’s (they put the driver’s name on their email) arrival. But searching for the source of the mystery noises, I missed him and heard the intercom – so it was a good thing I was in the hallway at the time. More good luck, I can’t take much more of this! Hahaha! 
I went to check on the drier, and found a note had been posted through the letterbox. “
I moved the special tomatoes I had left, to a cooler spot for storing. The larger one is an Amaranth (reddish-rose) colour one, which I ate and enjoyed with the nosh.
up. Bacon flavoured Asda (Walmart) chips, crispy smoked streaky bacon, mini-cucumber slices, pork and cheese mini pork pie, slices of apple, tomatoes (including sliced Brandywine Pink), diced beetroot with onion, a Bacon filled brown Stottie, followed by 
Mentally, I was coping surprisingly well, for some reason. Even when the first thought regarding any reality, was that I must check the water leak in the kitchen’s old airing room, to see if it is getting any worse. 
I got the handwashing drying on the upright airer. 
Then made an order for Morrisons. Hoping they will have some of the Special offer butter in stock, so I can order some for Jenny and Frank, after three days of their having none in stock. 
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Got readied and out. Black bags to and in the chute on the way down. Out onto Chestnut Way, and the place looked a lot tidier, now most of the fencing had been removed. The grass looked eye-catching, but, whether it will be maintained, we don’t know. 
I later found this old photograph, not a good one, but it does show the tops of my beloved Winwood Heights, Woodthorpe and Winchester Courts, as they used to look, behind the Health Centre. Oh, it would be so lovely to have a path directly to it from the flats. When they had intercoms that worked, carpets and furniture that were not destroyed by the plasterer’s Balconies that we loved, windows we could see through and clean easily, with no metal spring clip openers that need pushing and pulling at the same time, that results in many of us losing chunks of our fingers. It was far less distance for the Woodthorpe tenants to walk for the bus, I could hear the fire alarm when it activated. When we had heaters, that didn’t require a maths degree to understand. Have new heaters that were fitted too near the cupboards for me to open them. Then moved, leaving a hole in the floor and wall, that needed repairing, a costly job, not yet done. Before I was diagnosed with Peripheral neuralgia, Peroneal nerve palsy, and then CIDP. Next, the Stroke. Yes, life was so much less hassle and stress two and a half years ago, before the starting of the upgrading. I put many ailments down to these workings. But I am wandering off track here, sorry.
I thought I’d treat the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens, Deana, and Julie to a cream cake, and have one myself too. 
I went up and got back in the apartment. I took this photograph, for no other reason than my love of these houses. 
I took this picture of one of the agricultural gardeners on his little flat-backed electric lorry. This made me consider going to Woodthorpe Grange Park Tropical House this weekend if I get a chance. Mind you, I wasn’t too keen after remembering the hour it took me to clean the trolley wheels after my last visit. 
Extremely tired for no reason. Oh, yes! Lack of sleep! Hehe! 
Washed the pots, then I got the handwashing done, and hung to dry. 
I noticed as I glanced down at my legs, it appeared that the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. They lie hidden somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, had revisited me! This time to tattoo the legs with more spider-veins, print some more blood papsule, etc. a bruise or two, a few 
added spots on my legs? Hehe! 
I went in to check on Josie’s potatoes in the pan. The handle on the lid fell to pieces as I lifted it off the saucepan. 
I fumbled my way out of the £300, second-hand, horrendously depressing beige-coloured, sometimes working – others not, ramshackle, c1968, rusty, rickety, recliner; Clouting my shin as I did so on the corner of the Ottoman. The ear-ache stabbing pains giving me a savage, unsettling time, too! Notwithstanding, the Throne session, apart from a fair bit of bleeding, was the best one I’ve had in months! 
An enforced paradigm shift in plans took place:
I was well pee’d off with myself now! My planning time-wise had gone to pot, and I had to get a move-on, so as to be able to get to Lidl to get the fodder, before going to the surgery.
I got the brolly up and started on the hobble to the surgery. 
I surprised myself with the pace I was travelling. Especially with the brolly in one hand, and trying to control the downhill-hating wheel-wheeler trolley. 
The rain had gone down to the sprinkling when I left the store, to walk up the hill to the Sherrington Park Surgery.
I logged in at the surgery reception, and the city nurse saw me straight away. It took all of five minutes at most. Just questions and answers?
to see me. I discovered that she had been cancelled. I thanked the lady and went out into the drizzle, slightly disoriented. Hehe! 
Another Nottnghamian Pavement cyclist came from behind and received a word or two of condemnation from me, as he flew by and off down the hill! 
A little further down the hill, I called in the International Food Store. To have a nosey around in search of some of the lemon cakes. But found none. I did get some lemon biscuits, asparagus, fancy tomatoes, one of each. That cheered the lady on the checkout up a lot, Not! I paid their extortionate prices, thanked her, and out on my way for a hobble up the dreaded Winchester Street Hill, to the flats. 
Within minutes of getting in the flat, the rain had cleared, and the sun came through occasionally. 
I stripped off down to the PP’s for comfort.
The flat below me had got water flooding through from my kitchen! Deana had a look, She found mystery build-up of water underneath the old airer cupboard. 
So, I needed to try and stay awake late again, just if anyone required access. 
A sharp pain was felt in the lower shin area of the right leg, but this did not stop it from trying to dance a Neuropathic Schuhplattler, as I entered the room! The pain continued. A sort of crampish, dull ache with moments of stinging? But, the dancing was all over in seconds. (Phew!) The evacuation replaced other worries. Gawd blimey, an extremely messy and pongy affair! But, there was no bleeding. An awfully long time and a lot of effort were needed in cleaning the porcelain and myself up afterwards! Tsk! 
Then, my spirits, sank a little further…