Inchcock: Thu 19 Mar 2020: Thursday’s multitudinous elements: Compassion, kindness, eclecticism. An incongruous malaise of emotions, failings, Accifauxpas & Whoopsies!

2020 Mar 19

2020 tttMar19

Thursday 19th March 2020

Shona: China China 19 Kurume 2020

000 Mar 18

GM 200L01:30hrs: I didn’t wake up as such because I’d been lying there on the rickety recliner for hours trying to get some kip! I just sort of gave up on it. The brain mused over what the needs of the day were, almost of its own accord, really? The appointment at the Sherwood Health Centre for 08:30hrs, not that it is anything special, but I cheered at the thought of getting out again… then started fretting; ‘Will the toilet rolls from Amazon arrive while I’m out? Bound to be nicked if the driver leaves them outside the door! I must start the ablution by 06:30hrs, to make sure if any medicalisationing or Accifauxpas makes me take more time than usual, then I won’t be late in getting to the clinic.

The mind musing stopped and was taken over with the one aim, target, to get to the Porcelain Throne with alacrity and safely. Which I did, and without any Accifaupas! The session went well, indeed! Not messy, no toe stubbings, only the tiniest bit of bleeding from the fungal lesion, and far less painful this time! Hard to understand, expose, I know.

WD 200.0.0 I got the kettle on, took the medications, made a brew, and went on the computer to up[date the Wednesday post. When…

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Luckily for me, it returned on its own, without any prompting or input from me?

I grafted away like-a-good-un, and finished the blog, and got it sent off. Then went on TFZer Facebooking, then the WordPress Reader section, and got some snaps sent to Pinterest. I turned everything turned off computer-wise, and did a bit of handwashing—time for the ablutions to be tended to.

As I was getting stripped off for stand-up session Too early to use the shower, yet, I took a photo of the pins. Another change in their appearance. Looking at the picture later, it seemed that the Clopidgrel had come back with ill-intent?

4Thu01

WD 200.0.0 The lumps on the left led, looked like pale blue and white Traffic lights? Also, on the left leg, the knee-cap area and above was coming up with very odd shapes and contusions?

I did the teeth (one dropsy, toothbrush) and had the shave. (Three cuts, all on the chin) With the feet soaking in the washing up bowl on the floor. Other dropsies were the soap (1), shaving foam (1), razors (3). And very nearly, but I still lost about half of it on the floor and my body, the liquid from the bowl as I emptied it into the WC pan. But it all could have been worse, so no carping from me. Well, perhaps a smidge of a moan, when cleaning up the mess. Grungle-Grumps!

4Thu02All done, I had the time to make up some black bags, to take to the waste chute and a box of cardboard to take down to caretaker Robert’s room, on the way out. The wet paint sign was hung up on display, and the bottom of the door had been decorated. Hahaha! Too early a departure to see any of the workers working.

I struggle a tad getting the bags down the chute, I’d filled the bags a little too much, but they went down with being torn open, with another little effort and few curse-words.

4Thu03Down to the Woodthorpe lobby and out, placed the box of cardboard near Trevor’s door. Across the road and hobbled up the gravel footpath past the Tree Copse. I felt a little sad about how sad and bare it still looked. I’ve not been up the path on the hill more months now, and it looks like even more trees than before 4Thu04have been vandalised! I’ll try to take some pictures later on the way back. At the fare top end of the path, I had to take another breather. Which I’m glad I did, cause I noticed how wet and muddy things were looking there. I had to adopt ‘Caution-Mode’ as got through to the park. Down the hill, took the twitchel onto The Rise. down and right along Elmswood Gardens to the end where the Sherwood Health Centre is located.

4Thu05With Spring arriving with the Coronavirus, I just had to stop near the corner to appreciate and photograph these Crocus venuses ‘Purpureus and other Grandiflorus’, already open (Crocus, I think) and all leaning towards what bit of sun there was. Bootiful!

I plodded on and halfway along the road, I stopped, not for a breather, I was on a flat road, so no need for that. But I realised I was a little early. I weighed up if I would have time to get the Wilko store and back in time for 08:30hrs for my appointment. I decided I could do it if I got a move one. So I gritted my teeth and made for the store. Around the corner, down and right onto Hall Street, left down Mansfield Road and got to the store feeling well-proud of myself (Of course, that way was downhill, the same route back to the Clinic, is uphill).

WD 200.0.0 There were three people stood outside the shop, it was about 08:10hrs, I said I thought they opened at 08:00hrs. A young man, who I assumed worked there, told me they used to, but that was before his time, many years ago! And tossed a glance at the two ladies waiting with him, that said: ‘Poor old fool!’

But I was not discouraged, despite feeling a right Klutz! For at least I had got some exercise in. But getting back to the Centre took me a while on the inclines. The receptionist from the centre passed by me on her way to work, and stopped a little ahead, turned and asked if I was alright! “Yes, thank you, it’s just the hilly bits!” I laughed, she smiled and went on her way. But it was heartwarming that she remembered me. Although it may be because of my last visits cock-up with the timing, Ahem!

4Thu06I arrived at the Clinic about ten-minutes or so later, and entered, stopping to read all the signs in the foyer regards to the Coronavirus. Do not enter if you are feeling unwell – Have a new dry cough, etc. Wash your hands with the Hand-Sanitiser provided. (Which I would have if I could have found any! Just like at my beloved Winwood Heights I suppose, someone keeps nicking the bottles! So sad! I almost took a ‘Guide to Breast-feeding leaflet’, as I had sadly not brought the crossword book with me.

I had a chinwag for a bit with the kind, delightful, pleasant young lady receptionist. During which she said she had bought some toilet rolls from the Continental shop this morning, and offered to go and fetch me one! I blessed her offer, but think I will be alright, and thanked her profusely.

4Thu07I did notice that the Doctors Surgery reception desks, had all been blocked off, so people can’t get too close perhaps. Coronavirus and all that?

While this virus scare had created some, no, many greedy selfish monsters, inconsiderate, thoughtless, insensitive, unkind, grasping, greedy, mercenary, egomaniacal, opportunistic, self-serving, money-grubbing, out for what one can get, foul-natured Nottinghamians, it’s also shown up the genuine kindness of a few people – this receptionist, the lady who helped me with toilet-roll at Sainsbury’s to name just two this week!

I went through to the podiatry waiting area, and read every leaflet on the walls and notice boards. As I was just coming to the end, the lady came out for me, with my not having the hearing aids in, she made me jump as she grabbed my shoulder, she did laugh! Haha!

Inside I went with her to the treatment room. All done in ten minutes, and I got a gossip in while she was doing me plates. Marvellous! I gave a choice of G&T cans in thanks, and out to the main area. Where the charming helpful young lady asked again if she could get some toilet rolls for me. I was humbled! ♥ I handed her a can of G&T in appreciation, as well!

4Thu08Now it was back to the Wilko store for me. All this exertion and physical exercise can only help, with me going to potentially be stuck indoors for six days, awaiting the questionable, as to if they will arrive or not Tork, toilet rolls from Amazon.

I got to the Wilko store without any hassle. No toilet rolls in stock, of course. But I did get two Y’lang and Fressia conditioner and washing chrystals. I love the smell of them! And, the lady on the till, voluntarily put them in the bag for me! Kindness again! ♥

The walk back was interesting, but not so comfortable or easy as going the other way. I walked up the hill and down towards the Woodthorpe Grange Park, and the sound of klaxons was heard.

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One, followed by another, they both turned right, up Woodthorpe Drive at the traffic lights. Then another one went that way, a black unmarked one with covert blue lights and a new different sounding klaxon. I couldn’t get my camera out it time again to catch him, he was a bit swift! I looked on the news later, but nothing to indicate what the issue was.

4Thu11I think that the Coronavirus was keeping folks in, but not the dog walkers, they were all over the fields. I trekked hobblingly up the hill path to the turn off for the Tree Copse. This was oddly pleasant and enjoyable. I think I was musing about the help the two wonderful ladies gave me this morning was the reason. For 4Thu12it seemed no time to me before I was there at the road to the Copse.

WD 200.0.0 I got the wheels all muddied again, this I didn’t like. It’s so exhausting bending down to clean the trolley’s wheels before going in the lift!

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After taking the shot that covered all of Winwood Heights, Dizzy Dennis paid his first bad visit of the day. I tripped over the wheel of the trolley-guide, but fortunately (See? Good luck again!) there was not a soul in sight, and O landed close to the bench, which I used to struggle back up on my feet. (Luck once more!)

Believe it or not, when I got to the lift-lobby and took out some precious tissues to clean the wheels with, two of the Fire Sprinkler fitters, a gal and a guy came around the corner, and he cleaned them for me! Can all this good-fortune really be happening? I’m Gobsmacked!

As I got out of the elevator, I realised I needed to take care.

4Thu19

WD 200.0.0 The lift-lobby was safe enough, but the apartment’s lobby, was being painted, although no workers were around, tea-break perhaps. I was doing so well as well, in avoiding any contact with the paint, until I had to manoeuvre the guide through the door, and lost my balance a second and went over to the left a little. I thought I’d managed to miss the wet stuff. I got in, and when I took the hat and coat off, I realised I’d not missed the wet stuff! Some on the hat and arm of the coat! Cholericalisations! Ostensibly, of course, I might have got it on the clothes, when I went out on Tuesday? Double-Humph!

4Thu19aI got the veg into the crock-pot on Auto, where it should bring to the boil, then go on simmer. Mushrooms, onions, leeks, turnips, parsnips, sugar-snap peas. with beef seasoning, vegetable 4Thu19fcube and vinegar added in the water. The plan is to have it added to the cook-in-the-bag braised beef, later on for a stew of sorts.

4Thu19bThen, I put away the purchases from today at Wilko. I got a definite message from the EQ at this time. I must be careful when I’m cooking! Good enough for me, I will do! I think the good fortunes of today are about to end. No, I take that back; I know they are!

4Thu19cI took this rather handsome, that’s not the right word, erm.. decent picture of the view from the kitchen window, zoomed in a bit. It came out alrightish. Then, I got on with the updating of this diary, sorting and adding the photos as I went along.

4Thu19dAfter a couple of hours or so, the weariness from lack of sleep was dawning. I took a break and checked on the slow-cooking vegetables, and added a few tomatoes to the mix.

Back to the computerisationing. An hour later, the front door chimed out its “I only want to be with you” tune. By the time I’d finished the sentence on here, and grabbed the stick she was in. It was ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Obersturmbannführeress, Much desired Pole-Dancer, Warden Deana. She had called to test the alarms. We had a mini-4Thu19Echat while she tested the On-Call box and my wristlet alarm.

WD 200.0.0 Deana left a letter from The Head of Supported Housing. Coronavirus and independent living communities, and off she shot. Bless her!

 I decided to carry on with the blogging, but I knew, being so tired it would have to end soon. And it did, I need to make a couple of graphics for tomorrows post.

I went to make a brew, to try and freshen myself up and check the veg at the same time. I put the beef in the saucepan. Then made the brew…

4Thu19gWD 200.0.0AWD 200.0.0 As I went to put the milk in the tea, Shaking Shaun and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley hit me at the same time! Most of the tea went over my left hand, some on my chest and the rest on the floor! Words were beyond me! I shouted out loud, a naughty word that might be used to question someone’s parentage, followed an agonising Argh!!!

WDP Dec 26bI got the hand in cold water, the chest didn’t seem so painful, but then it coped for a lot less water on it. After a good while, I applied some Germolene cream, and even after such a long time, the cream bubbled on the fingers! Later I changed the cream for some fresh stuff and took the photo.

WD 200.0.0 The vegetables boiled over! And I found they were nowhere near cooked! I have yet to tackle removing the gravy and beef from the sealed packet to the bowl! I think it fair to say, my run of good aura and luck, has ended!

4Thu19kWD 200.0.0 Then, as I went to get a bottle of spring water from the hallway, I found that another letter had been posted!

Nottingham City Homes have decided to cancel, no, sorry, suspend all refurbishment at the complex from today! No mention of Coronavirus, but one assumes this is the reason. My luck is gerrin’ suddenly worse and worserer!

Tired, weary, blistered fingers and dare not make brew since the Accifauxpa!

WD 200.0.0 I’ll pack everything up, and feast on the nosh (of which I took a photo with the DS card still in the computer!) and get my head down.

WDPH01L3It’s been all go here today – with Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, cordiality, forbearance, kindness and empathy thrown in.

Please to haveth a good day, take care, and try to Coronavirus-Cope. All the best!

Yours, Nottingham’s wrinkly old confused codger, Inchcock!

Inchcock: Saturday 14th March 2020: Baffled, bewildered and befuddling day!

2020 Mar 14

2020 tttMar14

Saturday 14th March 2020

Hungarian: 2020. Március 14, Szombat

000 Mar 14

WD 130.0.0 02:40hrs: I gave up trying to get to sleep. The eyes were heavy, GM01 Brownthe spirits sagging, and borborygmus grumbled within! A rare of late wee-wee was developing, so I fought my clinomania and gingerly extracted my cyclopean-sized-belly and body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 none-working recliner. Manipulating the folds of stomach flesh, was not easy!

As I grappled for the stick, which had fallen over, the sound of the damn & blasted ‘Hum’ was as loud as it has ever been. I actually thought something else might be the cause of this horrendous unceasing, droning wind-like noise, but on checking later, nowt was found. Still feeling so tired and drained did not help my irritability stakes at all. Sleep, sweet Morpheous, where art thou? Or summat like that. Hehe!

WD 130.0.0 I got to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), I was benumbed to see it had not been used overnight. Then again, I think I spent the most significant part of my nocturnal time, awake! Cholericalisations! The wee-wee was of the TBKIWAWBC (The-Bladder-Know-It-Wants-A-Wee-But-Can’t!) variety. A few painful drips, a long time waiting and hoping for more to flow, then I gave up, and went to wash the hands and the barely damp bucket. Hehehe!

As I was putting the kettle on, the grumbling innards doubled their efforts, and I returned post-haste to the wet room.

WD 130.0.0 I got on the Porcelain Throne, and things moved of their own accord, but so painfully. Then, it got a little awkward. Part-way through the motion, the evacuation got in a jam! Half in, half-out, stinging like hell, and refusing to budge! I reached for the crossword book. Partly in an effort to distract myself from the antagonisticalisationing, and the trickling started from Little Inchy. It was if the innards had come to some peace treaty together, the wee-weeing was allowed to go ahead, although in a long-drawn-out marathon, then the heavy stuff started actioning again. Argh!

Yet afterwards, there were no signs of any bleeding and no mess? Just blessed relief that it was over! As I was cleaning up, the left chest pains started again, like yesterday?

WD 130.0.0 Back to the kitchen, took the medications, made the brew and returned to the front room and got the computer going. Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald both being kind to me. I can’t tell about Anne Gyna, cause this aching, dull pain in the chest, is similar but the same as her usual stabbing pains. So, I don’t know what it is. But I do know I’ve been through more pain this morning, from various ailments and bodily functions, than since the heart op! Hogwashalisations! Ah, well, that’s my self-pity, and the choplogic moments over with. Haha!

I got on with updating yesterday’s Friday diary. It took me a considerable amount of time, with so many photographicalisations to go on it. But I got it all finished, in between many pathetic sprinkling wee-wees. I put some stuff on Pinterest.

A niggly dry cough came and went as it pleased.

6Sat01WD 130.0.0 Then when adding to the Facebook photo albums, and enjoying doing it, about half-way through, I got this message come up on the screen, as the screen froze. A bit piss-offing that was! I turned off Facebook and back on again. Same message when I tried to add photos again.

6Sat01WD 130.0.0 So, I gave up on it and made a start on this Saturday post. A couple of hours later, I tried again. Nope, the same, I can’t put any more photographs on! Gragnipples!

I went on the WordPress Reader.

Then, on to CorelDraw to make up some more graphicalisations. Slow work.

I realised I had ordered the Morrison delivery for the wrong Tuesday, the 24th! They were showing toilet rolls as available, but they were not on the email list of goods ordered! Shitski! Appropriate exclamation there. Haha! So, out of desperation, I did an order for this week from Iceland, but for this coming Tuesday. They were also showing toilet rolls as available, but they were not n their email list either! Unscrupulous Herberts!

6Sat02I then got the vegetables, well, the chestnut mushrooms prepped and in the crock-pot.

Then, got some parsnips, onions, and tomatoes and added them to the pot. I made up gravy, with vegetable stock cube mixed in, and put the that in the slow-cooker alongside the veg.

6Sat03I hope it comes out alright, then I can use them with the braised beef, and make an imitation stew. I took these shots while doing it.

Then to the computer, and added them to this blog. Back to the graphicationalisationing next, it’s takin me ages to get them done. Tsk!

6Sat04Tried Facebook again. Grrr!

Pee’d off now!

Pressed on with CorelDrawing for a while, but my mood is not good and concentration very poor! I got just three done, and they were a lot for me in my present, erm… oblique state of mind.

I kept going into the kitchen, got the pan of water on for the boil-in-the-bag beef. Panicked a bit when I didn’t check it for a while, hobbled hastily to the stove, convinced I’d find a right mess all over the cooker.

WD 130.0.0 Anxiety over! Huh! I’d not turned the power on!

The vegetables are getting overcooked now, and it will be about forty-minutes before the meat is cooked. Oh, I am a Klutz! 

I got the nosh sorted out. I’m going to eat it from the big cheesy potato mixing basin, cause I don’t want to spill all over me and the recliner. Like I did last w6Sat28eekend. Oofta!

The beef in the bag was so small, but the extra gravy in it might have made up the legal weight. But it was lip-smackingly tasty!

The veg came out as good as I could have hoped for, too.

The irritating dry cough paid me an evening visit, which took the edge off of enjoying the meal. But at least I didn’t spill any! Flavour Rating 7/10.

At last, I got some sleep in. So much for watching the ‘New Tricks’ DVD. Hehehe!

Inchcock – Tues 10th Mar 2020: A disarranged, discomposed, topsy-turvy sort of Tuesday!

2020 Mar 10

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Tuesday 10th March 2020

Nepali: मंगलबार १० मार्च २०२०

000 Mar 10

GM01 red01:25hrs: I woke up, feeling strangely contented? (If a dream caused this, I want another one like it, Hahaha!) A wee-wee was soon needed, the grey bucket had not been used all night, another conundrum! Hmm? Off to the wet room.

Well, that was interesting. I spent a few minutes before the flow started, the tiniest bits of discomfort, two or three sprinkles, and that was that! Ah, well! 

Got the kettle on, took the medications, made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana, and got the computer on. (and all without much hassle from the ailments at all), Well, apart from Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, and the right leg twitching a tad. But I can cope with these alright.

I wanted to get the updating and finalising of the Monday post done before the Morrison delivery was due (06:30>07:30hrs). A lot of photographs to go on it, from yesterdays gadabout, and Whoopsidanglelpop with the buses in town. I pressed on, getting a few annoying moments of inorthography had me stumped. This was not due to any 2Tue07insouciance on my behalf. I was concentrating well, I thought, but the brain had different ideas. I plugged away, and finally got it finished at last (Three-and-a-half hours).

I got the veg in the crock-pot on a low setting. Leeks, parsnips, carrots and turnips.

Then, I checked on the Amazon Tracker for the droppers and blow-bulb rough ETA. It looks like it will a late one. Can’t be helped.

2Tue01

2Tue08aNo time to send it off the blog yet, the Morrison delivery arrived. I even heard the intercom with no difficulty. (I pondered if my using the medical olive oil more often had helped? If so, when I the de-waxing tool, it might get even better?) I let him in, and he was soon up at the door. The lad placed the bags inside the door 2Tue09for me and then shot off, bless him.

I got the things into the kitchen and put in the cupboards or the fridge as required.

The fresh sweet potato slices tempted me so much, I decided I’d have them with the veggies and some of the chicken pieces for lunch, dinner whatever. But they were not cheap by any means, so I must taketh care not to make a mess of cooking them this time. Last time when I burnt them, they were frozen ones that cost £1.50 for 300g – these cost £3.50 for 250g.

It’s getting on now, so I put some more olive oil in the tab-holes, checked the veggies progress, and went for a wee-wee.

WD 0.0.255 But it proved a trickle-less effort? Humph!

2Tue10I took a shot of the murky looking sky from the unpopular, dirty, light & view-blocking, photographer-hating, thick-framed, kitchen window.

Then, back on the computer to send off the blog I’d finished, and made a start on this one.

The doorbell chimed out. But I only just heard it this time. The fitter-lads were back at it, just outside the front door in the flat’s hallway, and making an unruly, but, unavoidable din and racket. I thought it might be the Phlebotomy nurse who’d been let in. But it was Josie, returning the things from the Sunday meal. I inquired if she liked the new things I tried. All she said was, the cheesy potatoes were lovely! Good enough for me!

I took the server-tray, plate and cutlery into the kitchen, made a brew of Glenghettie tea, and back onto the computer. Minutes later, the intercom chimed out again. This time it was the nurse. I full-figured Phlebotomy-nurse! She soon sorted out taking the blood and chatted a bit, that was most welcome! Handed her some vanilla wafers, by way of a thank-you. And she trotted of with some haste. Everybody is busy today!

2Tue11I made an order for Iceland. Some of the braised beef in onion gravy (2), I have plans to add some home-made vegetables to them and see what they turn out like. Chicken Satays, Mini ice-cream bars, mushrooms, onions, leeks, cooking butter. And on offer-price, Aberdeen meat joint, orange squash, Hob cleaner, a few different of kitchen-rolls, and some toilet rolls. There was only one type of bog-rolls in stock! Comfort (16-pack), and only one of them was allowed to could be ordered. The panic stock-piling I suppose. The chances are, they might not be any available at all come the delivery time? Oh, dear, dear, dearie me!

I got as far as here and had a search around amongst the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the eternal cosmic continuum. It’s illusions, delusions, abstrusities, problemata, emotions, and despair. Katzenjammers and emotional-quagmires; for the missing Olive Oil pots, I had delivered on Saturday. What the heck did do with them. I had four, and can only find the one, now! No luck! Krankelkraps!

Did check on the Amazon order; Looking better now.

2Tue12

2Tue13Sister Jane phoned me, she’s sent me a bit of the Nottingham Post paper on the snail-post, with details about diabetes for me to read. Not arrived yet.

Then I went of CorelDraw to make some graphics. Then checked on the Amazon situation. Nearly here!

That’s it, it had to come, Dizzy Dennis is back like a thunderstorm! I’ll get a sit down quietly. But I must not fall asleep and miss the delivery of the ear cleaners especially.

The intercom 2Tue14came to light and life, it was the Amazon delivery gentleman. I must have looked a sight as I opened the door to him. The Dizzy Dennis shakes were well set-in. The lad kept asking me if I was alright, bless his cotton socks.

Took the parcel through to the kitchen and left it for sorting later, tomorrow maybe.

WD 0.0.255AWD 0.0.255 2Tue15Wearily I got the meal served up, but not without some minor Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops in doing so. A cut finger, a burnt wrist, various dropsies, including as I recall, cutlery, washing up bottle, saucepan lid and the salt pot.

2Tue16The meal was a worthy 8.2/10 for taste-rating. This was mainly due to the absolutely delightful sweet potato fritters!

But as I said earlier, the fatigue won the day, I struggled through the cleaning up, and got settled, in body, not mind (Hehe!), in the £300, second-hand, cringingly-crude beige-coloured recliner, that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged. At the same time, as he was flat-sitting and stealing my valuables.

I so wanted and needed sleep. But it was not to be! Shaking Shaun and Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley ensured that. When the Thought-Storming started, I gave up and just went along with the tormenting flow, trying my best to attain a state of apanthropinisation.

Sleep must have come, cause I woke up later. Haha!

Inchcock (In Brief): Friday 21st February 2020: Incomprehensibley confusing day

2020 Feb 21

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Friday 21st February 2020

Zulu: NgoLwesihlanu, ngoFebhuwari 21, 2020

00 Feb 21

From 23:10hrs: I kept waking, having a mini-thought-storm and nodding off again repeatedly. My EQ, telling me to go back to sleep each time? And I did!

WD 0.0.120 02:00hrs: This time, when I woke, there was no mind-storm, and the damned ‘Hum’ seemed to be so much more noticeable and loud! The innards abruptly started to churn and rumble. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley and Shaking Shaun almost shook me out of the £300, second-hand recliner! That was the end of any thoughts of going back to kip again, although the body wanted to, the twisted-tormented mind decided it needed the body to rise up for a wee-wee. So I got up!

WD 0.0.120a Not an easy task this morning, with Shirley and Shaun, shivering and shaking away with a high degree of determination. Using the walking stick was farcical, even comical, as I leapt all over the place. I nearly had myself over a few times, dropped the Four-Pronger and almost lost my balance. All within the few steps to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), where I had an SBTSDWS (Started-Blasting-out-Then-Stopped-Dead-Within-Seconds) wee-wee. T’was then I realised the time and remembered all the waking-ups, and scribbled some notes adding to the list of reminders.

WD 0.0.120 I took the bucket for decontamination, cleaning and freshening-up. Which is just as well I did, cause when in the wet room, the stomach gave out a puff from the rear end, and I had to drop-em, and down on the Porcelain Throne sharpish! Oh, dear, things went very similar to yesterdays first visit! I had no control over the movement, it was one long grinding, painful, bloody session! A giant, solid torpedo was evacuated. Kerplunk – Splash! The relief made me sigh with pleasure, Tsk! So, the two Sennas I took after yesterday’s  H-bomb release, had done nothing to ease the situation then? I got the bucket, Throne, and myself cleaned up and medicated.

I took three pictures of the pins, in different settings with the Nikon. The auto was nearest to how they appeared to my eyes. I’ll use Auto in future whenever I shoot the legs.

5Fri05

WD 0.0.120 To the kitchen, Shirley and Shaun still in attendance, me wobbling about a bit, instead of the usual hobbling. (Hahaha!) I got the kettle on and took the medications, with two Senna tablets this time. The ‘Hum’ still belting away, no alternating of tone, on with a constant, horribly annoying rasping, resonating drone, that was really getting on my goat for some reason today? Made the brew. Pondering over whether to have porridge, biscuits or pot-noodle for brekkers – the innards gave off a silent, discrete, microscopic phut of wind from the rear end – believe me, no one could have considered eating with the acrid aroma that the escapage left behind! Cor!

I got on the computer, accompanied by the ‘Hum’! I made a start on this blog first, up to here, while the memories remained and I could still decipher some of the notes I’d made. Then began on updating the Thursday post.

Flopping ‘eck, six hours later I got it done! Splenetic-Spitting!

5Fri001About done in now. I went to the kitchen to get a brew of tea and sort out what medications I had missed or not.

I later found this photograph on the SD card, but taking it is another mystery. Why?

Back on the computer, Pinterest, and TFZer Facebooking, then actually got some graphics done for the diary. But it cost me a few more hours. And occasional visits from Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, felt like the joint would either come out of its socket or freeze up in pain. She’s certainly left me with a sore shoulder! I must mention this to the Doctor on Wednesday.

The only thing I was capable of, was making a meal, and I felt so in need of food. I don’t know why suddenly? But I spent a lot of time (Perhaps it was because I knew I had to stay awake for the delivery of the socks and coathangers?), preparing and making the meal 5Fri007clook good. (Haha!) The black tomatoes were really-good as I moved the tray to the recliner and got sat down, dish on the knees, and the moment I took the first mouthful, the intercom flashed and rang! 

WD 0.0.120 Well, I fumbled out of the chair, got the food tray on the Ottoman, fumbled to get up, nearly tripped over the waste bin as I made it to the intercom panel, and I pressed the wrong button, and lost contact with the caller! I saw an image of his stomach for a second or two before I accidentally cut him off! 

WD 0.0.120 I got some trousers on, to go down to let the bloke in, I was panicking a bit. But as I left the flat, the delivery lad arrived at the door. He was kind enough of my Accifauxpas in cutting him off on the intercom. Thanks mate!

WD 0.0.120 He left the box inside the door for me. I left it there, and I returned to the front room and the now cold meal. And ate it all up, but the enjoyment was marred. Flavour Rating, 6/10.

WD 0.0.120 5Fri04I was doing the washing up, and the sharp serrated knife (thank you Nicodemus Neurotrammiter!) slipped from my grasp, hit the drainer and bounced towards the floor. I actually remember feeling a little chuffed with myself for getting out of the way rather nattily and avoiding the blade, I thought! But, could I find the mysteriously vanished knife to retrieve it? Nope! Well, not for ages. I actually moved this bin above several times in the search for the blade. I spot it, a long time later. Surprising, the knife fell in the optimum place to be camouflaged perfectly! Hahaha!

As I got down in the £300 second-hand, rickety recliner, I had a bit of the mixed bag of ailments all come on at the same time, and until I woke in the morning, everything is hazy, missing or forgotten.

♫ Things ain’t what they used to be ♫

Inchcock Today -Wednesday 19th February 2020: I ended up so weary, addlepated, disorientated and befuddled! Normal day, then?

2020 Feb 19

2020 tttFeb19

Wednesday 19th February 2020

Croatian: Srijeda 19. Veljače 2020. Godine

00 Feb 19

22:55hrs: I’d had to get up for a wee-wee, and decided to stay risen. Hehe!

I pondered over will the delivery arrive or not today. The second day of staying in waiting today, still, it might come. (I know, it might not as well!)

WDPT07LI hobbled to the kitchen, and became aware that Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Toothache Tim and Back-Pain-Brenda were all being good to me? Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking Shaun were, however making up for the absence in severity, of the others. That was a mouthful that sneaked out!

As I lifted the mug from the hook to make a brew, there followed a juggling act, as the nerves failed and it was like it bounced out of hand several times before I got it under control. I failed at least three times to catch it, but every time it jumped upwards and gave me another chance. I didn’t know I could juggle a China-mug. The fact that I didn’t let it fall and break, possibly contributed to the inner laughter and amazement that I felt at getting away with no Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplop incident! A genuine dollop of good luck there – almost a miracle! I could not help but engage a Smug-Mode for a while. Hahaha!

3Wed01I got the kettle on and took the medications. Took a photo, then made the tea, and as my extraordinary experience of good luck has always been followed by going back to my usual jinxed-misfortunes, but worse ones, I fetched the milk from the fridge, and returned it, circumspectly, wearily and carefully! Thus avoiding any lachrymose moments. All went well!

I got settled with the tea at the computer, planning to make a start on finalising yesterday’s blog. A sudden urgent need arose for the Porcelain Throne to be visited, and it was, as fast as my little ailing legs and waking stick would allow me. Swoosh!

3Wed03WD 250.0.100 After the two previous difficult to move evacuations, this one started off the same, solid as a rock, nowt moving! I got on the crossword book puzzle. I was not expecting things to shoot out so easily and quickly. But, once it started, painfully, mind you, and of the innards own accord, it was a few seconds, and I heard the ‘Splosh’, all over! A fair bit of bleeding, but no messy attributes. I cleaned up and returned to the computer.

WD 250.0.100 Will I ever get this flipping post started! I had a quick check of the emails first, in case any news about the delivery had come in. There were none about the parcel, but two from the Doctor’s Surgery. At first, I thought it was miraculous that the appointments for the hospital had arrived so soon. But no, nothing about the cardiac or falls team appointments at all. One was giving the new INR Warfarin dosages (No mention of the level recorded again) The other asking me to phone the surgery to make appointments with Doctor Vindla and the Nurse separately. So, it seems the blood test taken for the hospital had come back, and they may want some more? Or some scrappings for analysis from the Clopidogrel lumps and contusions?

So, I replied to the appointment one, reminding them for the umpteenth time, of my hearing problems, and asked them if they could make the appointments via email. For a Monday of Wednesday, as early as possible, please. Worra life! I’ll see what reply I get later. I then checked on the Google Calendar to make sure that no other appointments were due on those days. Phew, all clear.

3Wed03WD 250.0.100 The summoning came from the innards once more, and off to the Porcelain Throne. All the signs indicated just like they did one the last visit, so I girded my loins in readiness and did not waste a second in getting there. But nothing happened. No pressure, no releases, not even any wind came out! I stayed a while just in case of an 3Wed04unexpected late version and had a go at the crosswords. While loquaciously nattering away to myself. Nothing happened. Mmm!

I took the opportunity to take a shot of the pins, they looked almost the same as yesterday to me. Another first! Haha! I later threw away the short cotton socks I bought and wore yesterday. Not only were they falling down all the time, but they were uncomfortable, and I felt the cold.

The unrelenting ‘Hum’ kept me company as I started the upgrading of the blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were making life more difficult, mistakes and corrections abounded!  After a few hours, I got caught up and posted the post. Post Haste! Hehehe!

3Wed06I went on the TFZer Facebooking. Then on the WordPress Reader.

After which, had another search for the rice cooker guide booklet, and made another mug of the Glenghettie tea. It was initially made with the Welsh miners in mind. The poor devils couldn’t taste ordinary tea, after all that soot 3Wed07they swallowed every day. That’s my view, and brew anyway!

Before starting this blog going, I checked the emails, and I’d had a positive response from the Doctors receptionist. They offered me both appointments for Wednesday 26th. I have to arrive on time to fit in the extended consultations time. (What’s that for then?) Be there for 09:00hrs, Doctor 09:00 > 0945hrs – Blood tests (and other?) tests, finish ETA 10:45hrs. This should be interesting getting the results and actions needed. Still waiting for the hospital appointments, but if it was anything important or urgent, I’d have heard something by now. (I can hear the botherational ‘Hum’ alright!) Haha!

I had a little bash at Facebooking again. I got on with this post and eventually stopped, to have a go at doing some much-needed graphics. I got only two completed and saved.

No signs of the delivery parcel coming. But I have been entertained by the ‘Tip-tapping’, ‘Bang-banging,’ ‘Drill-drilling’ and ‘Clunk-clunking’ of the Fire-Sprinkler engineers. Who now seem to have gone on their lunch-break. But it can’t be helped, and they are a grand set of lads. The agrannoying ‘Hum’. And the toothache that is beginning to come on a smidgeon worse, I think. All accompanied me. Haha!

The mental fatigue is starting. The desire to degust has arrived, too! The eyelids are getting heavy. The innards are rumbling a bit for some unknown reason. The borborygmus is getting louder. And damn-it, as I typed this paragraph, Ann Gyna started stabbing at me! Oy-Oy-Oy! 

The EQ gave me the impression that I can expect a camisado from the ailments again later on. Nothing else, no details of the type of expectancies, from which ailment or anything. Just the promise that an attack will be launched. I do, so-hope that the EQ is wrong this time! Oh, dearie me!

I became incapable of doing any typing or housework, within seconds of Dizzy Dennis joining the onslaught.

I thought it a good idea to get something to eat. So went and made a meal of sorts. Vanned potatoes, garden peas, mini pork & pickle pies and some beetroot. I’m not really feeling up to much, suddenly. 

Having something to eat might help? I’ll test out whether to eat anything, as to how I feel when I get it made. Oh, dearie me, getting addlepated now!

WD 250.0.100 Preparing the meal, I sort of went into never-never land, one of my famously ignored by the medical profession, moments of addlepated-vagueness, ambiguousness and blurredness. In other words, that doesn’t sound such a cleverer description, I went into a ‘Blank Spell’! I think it might have lasted for about half-an-hour or so. For I cannot recall making the meal on the tray, I even did the washing up of the saucepan and cooking utensils, with no memory of it?

I came around; if that’s the worDSCN2005d. With the camera in my hands, and taking this photographicalisation of the tray? Yet, instantly, I took in the situation and could remember telling Dr Vindla of a similar incident I suffered a month or so ago, during my visit to see her last week. Dr Vindla’s summoning me back for the results will give me a chance to explain this incident to her, at least.

The Thought storming started as I got down to eat the fodder. There was no panic or fear involved; I was calm about the situation. I scribbled a note, on my nocturnal pad, to mention this on on next weeks blood test results appointment. What might/could have happened during the ‘blank period’. I thought about things but decided not to fret, ’cause there was nothing I could do now. But I felt uncomfortable that they happen at all.

Anyway, I enjoyed the meal all-the-same. And the head cleared as I digested the feast. I seem to have made a grand job of making up three-and-a-half milk roll, Dagwood style sarnies. (How come when I know what I’m doing, and am supposedly ‘with-it’, I can’t make Dagwoods anywhere near as well as these on the plate? Hahaha!) The tomatoes tasted grand, the bread over buttered, but tasty, and I must have thrown caution to the wind with the amount of onion salt I put on them – they were fantastically flavoursome!

 I’d love to know where I found the potato cakes, I lost them weeks ago? I’ve eaten them all now. Har-har!

WD 250.0.100 By the time I was finishing the meal, the brain had regained a modicum of control mentally. But, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley kicked off, so I put the tray down to avoid any accifauxpas. At that moment, the door-chimes rang out, I thought whoever this is is using both bell-pushes, so I assumed it would be someone who knew me. 

WDPT03LWD 250.0.100 On the way to the door, Shaking Shaun and Stuttering Stephany joined in the physical-jinx. By the time I opened to door, I must have looked and sounded a scary sight to whoever was ringing the bell! (Oh, dearie me, yes!)

On opening the door, I saw the delivery chap with the small parcel in his hand. My shaking, stuttering and struggling to get the words out, shoulder jerking about, and balance not good etc. did not phase the gentleman one iota. What he did and said in response, sounded like he was a Doctor or nurse, not a delivery driver. His understanding and resp[onses were perfect, at calming and settling me down, and made me regain some confidence again. Bless you, Sir! I thanked him for his understanding, patience and help.

I returned with the parcel, placed it near the Ottoman, and threw away the bits of the meal not eaten, washed the pots and settled down to watch some interesting documentary stuff about subterranean caves and buildings on the TV.

Why I even watched the programme all the way through! Just! The bliss of sleep arrived then, but there were so many waking ups to contend with. Although I did repeatedly nod-off again within minutes each time. No Thought Storms, thankfully.

Evening, all!

 

Inchcockski (In Brief) – Sat 8th Feb 2020: I ended up absquatulating from reality, today! Mmm?

2020 Feb 08

2020 tttFeb08

Saturday 8th February 2020

Romanian: Sâmbătă, 8 Februarie 2020

00 Feb 08

01:30hrs: I woke to the blasting noise of the ‘Hum’, involuntarily passed wind, in somehow, with difficulty, hastened bumblingly to the wet room, and the Porcelain Throne. Only barely arriving in time again!

wd 60.25.0 2 This was one of the more painful varieties of evacuation. Auto-starting and the movement flowed, well crept so slowly and hurtfully, but there was no forcing or stopping it! One had to just sit there writhing in agony until it was over! And believe me, it felt like hours before it did so! Probably just a couple of minutes, though. I go into detail, as a warning to younger folk, get your Pancreas (the whole system really) checked at the first signs of struggling or blood! I didn’t, so more fool me, too late now! But not for you whippersnappers out there! Please!

We Apologise for the interrupted broadcast – Normal Inchcock Service is now Resumed!

6Sat03Very messy, I needed a lot of cleaning and medication afterwards, but this is all to be expected nowadays. Off to the kitchen, to get the kettle on, important things first. Haha! I took the medications, then made the brew, Glenghettie Gold, an absolutely fantastic first cup of the day brew! I took a snap from the window of the morning view.

On with the updating of the Friday post. All done for 06:00hrs. I made a start on this blog, which took hours to get to this stage. Yes, Saccades Sandra and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley were both playing me up. Tsk!

5Fri017I stopped to have some brekkers. I considered delving into the giant pot of luxury Sicilian Lemon layered yoghourt.  (Rich British Cream and a zesty Sicilian lemon compote!)  but I resisted this time. Although it was a close call, I almost weakened! (Wish I had, now!)

6Sat04I opted for some Crunchy Nut flakes instead. I enjoyed them immensely, with no guilt showing up whatsoever! Washed the dish and cutlery, and was feeling tired now. But all my concentration would be needed now!

Then a right big marathon session on the WordPress Reader and the TFZer Facebooking. (In between wee-weeing and making mugs of tea. Har-har!) This took me five hours! Almost time to get my head down!

I had to go on CorelDraw then, to make up some graphic headers to use. More time lost, but I did enjoy doing it. Then went on the TFZer Facebooking. Another pleasurable, but time-consuming exercise! Midway through the graphicationalisationing, I took some shots of the sky, when I went to make a mug of tea.

6Sat09

Back to the computer, but things were not good with SAccades-Sandra. I didn’t lose any vision entirely, like yesterday, but focussing was too much of a hassle. So, I gave up, turned everything off, and checked to see if anything was on the Gogglebox worth watching. And there was!

6Sat10I got a quick nosh prepared. Got some McCains chips in the oven. Mini pork and pickle pork pies on the plate. Made up some Dagwood style wholemeal roll type sarnies, buttered with sliced tomatoes, and got the chips (fries) added.

Delicious! Wish I put more chips in the oven now. Hehe! A flavour rating of 7.4/10!

I got settled in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, grotty-gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, rescued from the tip, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, for safe-keeping! (I still haven’t got all of the money back yet, eight-months later).

The TV viewing was interrupted severely, by my constant going into either a Thought-Storm, my acquisition of a new to me, ‘Blankness’ where I imagined what could have been, and regretted what had been, or having a few minutes kip very occasionally.

I sort of ended staring blankly at the TV screen, but the brain was not interested, it would sooner drift off into thoughts of failures, mistakes, errors and sillyosities I had committed over the years. Sleep was not an option, and I had no choice but to listen to my own mind, as it waffled on to me…

Horrible, almost sleepless night again.

Help!

Oh, I don’t know though, losing one’s marbles seems to suit me. It’s not as bad as I feared.

Inchcock Today – Fri 7 Feb 2020: A great start, but a testing latter part of the day. Oy Vey!

2020 Feb 07

2020 tttFeb07

Friday 7th February 2020

Hungarian: 2020. Február 7, Csütörtök

00 Feb 07

5Fri00101:50hrs: I stumbled into a sort of imitation life, and waited a few seconds for the brain to catch me up. When it did, the short pleasant moments of vagueness and freedom from fears ended. As the cerebrum  galvanised into life, the regular first instructions on waking arrived; “You need the Porcelain Throne, now!”

So, I stumbled up out of the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner with relative ease, fell back down again, had another go at getting on my feet, and all went well this time. Off I gingerly wobbled to the wet room.

4Thu03

Sob!

Passing the picker-upper that I broke yesterday, and making a mental note that I need to get out and buy a new one today! As I limped carefully with the wooden walking stick, I thought to myself: ‘Well at least the brain seems to be working this morning!’ First thoughts and reactions can be very misleading, though. I’ve noticed this before.

WD 128.0.128 The evacuations started then stopped part-way again. I waited for nature and my innards to move things along, cause last time I energetically encouraged activity, the bleeding was terrible. To avoid a repeat, I waited patiently, and in pain, nevertheless, I still fell asleep on the Throne! Harumph! It’s not the first time I’m done it, but I haven’t for a long time now. I even had a dream, that seemed to me so vivid, I got the impression when I woke up, that I’d been dreaming for ages. But the clock told me, I’d only been in the arms of Morpheus for two minutes or so? In the dream, I was in a Courtroom, built from parts of bodies and innards as if I was in a chest or something. I was discussing and arguing with ribs, lungs etc. about why they weren’t sorting out a pact with the Neurotransmitters to get them to work again?

If they would, I offered and promised a bribe of free flowers for life amongst other things that escape me now. Back and forth the arguments went on for ages (in the nightmare), and I ended up being sentenced to life imprisonment without any cheesy potatoes! At this stage, I came back to wakefulness. I was writing down some notes before I forgot everything when I realised that ‘things’ were still half-in half-out! It nowt else, it brought me to life properly. Another few minutes past by and things did flow again and the evacuation was tortuously finished!

Well, two firsts there, dreaming on the toilet, and the most hurtful evacuation ever! I was over-the-moon when I found no bleeding had taken place. Yee-ha!

Washed and cleaned up, and limped to the kitchen. Kettle on then took the medications. Off to the computer to update the Thursday blog. I got it done around 04:00hrs. Had a brew and some bikkies and did some Pinterest uploading, then went on the WordPress reader.

Time to get the ablutions done now. Cause I want to catch the L9 bus at 09:30hrs to Arnold. To get a new picker-upperer. Costing me a fortune these are, Tsk!

Phenomenally few dropsies today. A couple of tiny nicks shaving, it was going smoothly for once. Then as I was medicating certain area in need, and I clouted my elbow on the door edge. Then the door chimes rang-out ♫ I only want to be with you ♫!

As I grabbed the thin dressing gown, I heard Jenny saying something as she let herself in. I hastened to cover my privates, not wanting to Angel to hurt herself laughing, and exited the wet room.

JennyTo find that Jenny stood there with a new picker-upper in hand for me to have! (She had read the blog and the picker-upper fiasco, and there she was helping me out again, Bless her cotton socks!) ♥. We chatted a little, and Jenny gave me good advice on certain things, and off she went. I can’t even remember if I thanked her properly, for the Godsent help, for at the end of the day, this tool became so priceless and pain-saving. (Explained later on). I thought I’d get one of the long reach ones today, from the Disability shop in Arnold, that collapse (they break in half when you fall on them, hehe!) and can be taken with me in the trolley guide when I go shopping. This one was perfect for picking up, as I found out when I tried it on a tablet! Smashing, thanks, Jenny, you truly are a comforting, faith-returning Angel! ♥

5Fri04Back to the wet room, and finished off, got dressed, and ready with a deal of alacrity, to be in time to catch the bus. I took the bags to the waste chute on the way out.

The work taking place, and giving everyone a headache, on the fire sprinklers was showing signs of advancement in the lift lobby.

WD 128.0.128 I walked out onto Chestnut Way to hobble to the bus stop for a change. Where many residents were waiting, Mary, Shirley, Christine, and others, with Malcolm in Newsreader-form. It seems that last night, Winwood Heights had had a fire in one of the flats, and the bloke in flat below, got flooded, he has no power, his cooker, fridge, etcetera are now useless! Carpets destroyed. The discussion that I listened to, was about who does he claim off of, his own insurance, the Fire Department or Nottingham City Homes. By gum, when money is mentioned, the atmosphere got heated! Hehehe!

5Fri05The sun was bright, but it was bitterly cold, I was glad when the bus arrived. As I got settled in the side-saddle seat, I noticed how white and pale the hands looked? Either the carbolic soap had increased in strength, or I’d died and nobody told me! Hahaha! Colin Cramps started in that hand at the same time. Tsk!

5Fri06I looked up and noticed how deep in thought, and Russian-Romanian looking, Mary was. I sneaked this surprisingly decent snap of her.

Most folks got off in Sherwood. Margaret and I tried a conversation en route to Arnold, but it was farcical, with us both being on the deaf side.

5Fri007cWD 128.0.128 We dropped off on Front Street. I walked with Mary as far as the Iceland store, and I accidentally bumped my trolley into Mary’s, twice! This did not please the gal, oh, dearie me! Trouble ‘t Mill!

I went into the store and said my farewells to Mary. The damned shop didn’t have any of the tinned new potatoes in stock. Tsk! Worra let down! They did have the pork & pickle pies, Truffle chips and Wholemeal sliced rolls, which I purchased.

5Fri16WD 128.0.128 Paid, and went to the Mobility shop to get a long reach picker-upperer. So very-most irking. Agravannoying! Flanglemanglingly-Frenetically-Frustrating! They didn’t have any in stock! The lady joyfully told me they will have some in next week. Huh! That was disappointing! It proves the value of befriending Jenny and her wonderful help in donating the picker-upperer earlier. Thus saving me struggling! ♥

5Fri08Off to the Futltons Food shop. Found another type of Tuna for Josie, and got a bottle of sterilised milk.

Twenty-five minutes before the bus was due, so 5Fri017I nipped across the road to the Asda (Walmart) store. I bought: Gravy granules, lemon yoghourts, including a large pot of Sicilian Lemon Layered type. Bit of a luxury. A can of chilli-con-carne, and mushrooms.

5Fri09Out in the heatless sunshine onto Front Street and to the bus stop. No signs of Mary? As I stood there waiting, Mary arrived, telling me she was going to Asda and will catch the bus later at the back of the store.

5Fri10So, I waited and caught the bus and as it went on its circuitous route, the brain seemed to go into one of its vacuous-moments. I may well have fallen asleep, though. Either way, I was shaken out of it, by the driver papping his horn.

A car transporter was blocking the road. Parked right on the corner! The driver radioed in about it. The lorry did not move and the driver of the transporter seemed uninterested. Eventually, the L9’s driver skilfully, but dangerously had to drive on the grass to get us by! Well done, Sir! Mary did not get on the bus in Arnold.

5Fri12Back at the flats, I had a job getting up on my feet to get of the bus. (Arthur Itis’s knees) The driver was patient with me. Once up and on the move, things improved with the knees, and I took a photo of the Chestnut Tree, on Chestnut Walk outside Winwood Court. The light-giving, 5Fri11but gelid sun seemed to be getting brighter now. I arrived at the Woodthorpe Court entrance and took this shot. I thought at this time, of the fire last night, and the good fortune that it was at nighttime. For sure, the emergency services 5Fri13would have difficulty in finding anywhere to park, not that it would have been easy in the day either really.

I had a visit from Shaking Shaun, that lasted for a few hours, but it wasn’t too severe and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley did not join in.

I got the jammies on, and did the handwashing, while the oven chips cooked. I checked to see if any details of last night’s fire were in the news, but as usual, nothing was mentioned. It wasn’t even on the Fire Brigade’s ‘Incident list’? Although there were four false alarms at the flats on it, three of them from the workmen accidentally setting off the alarm. It doesn’t show much confidence in the Fire Sprinklers reliability when they eventually get finished and working, does it?

5Fri14I made up some wholemeal rolls, buttered, added cooked slices, and thickly cut black Ibera tomatoes, salted them. Then I added the truffle-chips to the tray. A pot of lemon yoghourt for afters, and got settled in the £300, second-hand recliner to digest the fodder.

WD 128.0.128 Again, the third day on the trot, I got disturbed as I took the first bite! Not the telephone this time, but the door chimes ringing out! I took a while in getting to the door, making sure the food tray was firmly placed so it didn’t fall off of the chair, grabbed the stick and poddled to the door. Nobody was there? Mmm!

WDP 1LcWD 128.0.128 Back to the chair, and talk about bad-timing… The autonomic nerves in the hand and fingers failed at the very moment I foolishly used my right hand to pick up the tray of food! I think I retrieved all of the chips, that had spread in the folds of my stomach, the creases in the chair, the carpet and one even fell right into my drink of orange juice on the Ottoman! The search for and cleaning up of the tomatoes, beef, roll crumbs, smudges of butter and yoghourt took me ages!

WDP 1LbWD 128.0.128 Picking up and sorting things out, was sop painful! Especially the repeatedly having to get down and back up to clean the butter marks and pressed in crumbs where I’d stood on some. Now I had Anne Gyna and Hernia Henry giving me grief as well! I really felt sorry for myself! Hehehe! Thank the Heavens that Jenny had given me that picker upperer! Her caring actions had saved the day again, for sure! ♥

WDPright05So, no nosh tonight then! I did have some biscuits to nibble, mindful that Duodenal Donald might kick-off as well if I didn’t eat something. I don’t think I could have coped if he’d joined in with the others at the same time. Then I realised I had not taken the medications, so I did!

I finally got resettled in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, horrendously gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, repaired-repeatedly, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

But as for getting to sleep? Huh!

What an odd day!

Inchcock Today – Monday 13th January 2020: Panic, angst, confusion. Farewell to Mo♥

2020 Jan 13

2020 ttJan 13

Monday 13th January 2020

Italiano: Lunedì 13 Gennaio 2020

XJan13

WD 0.50.0 2 22:20hrs: I stirred into imitation life instantly panicking! I was being bombarded with worries, concerns and fear all at the same time it seemed.

  1. Mo’s funeral to attend, and I hope to enjoy saying my farewells to her, the biggest concern perhaps; for my travelling there in a taxi, means I cannot take the walker with me, and do not feel too confident in using the walking stick.
  2. I’m also fearing the affected right leg having a Neuropathic Schuhplattler flailing-about dance.
  3. The biggest worry is if I fall asleep at the Service! I have often so regularly nodded-off unintentionally: on buses, hospital and surgery waiting rooms, even stood up one time.
  4. Then there’s the Bank Manager who needs to see me! How can I get to the branch as requested? Time is the killer. Tuesday I have the Medicine Team and blood nurse coming to see me.
  5. I have no daily prescription medications left at all now. How can I get to the chemist to find out what’s going on?
  6. Then there’s the bleeding between my legs. And a list as long as the Magna Carta I want to discuss with the Doctor…

I’m not in good shape mentally at all. I do want anything to disturb or bother my devotions and cheerios for Mo.

Eventually, giving up on finding out what I can do to ease the situation, and ended up deciding I need help. Huh! I’ve been through this before, there is none available. Perhaps the Samaritans can help? Humph!

WD 0.50.0 2 I was so annoyed at myself for thinking like this. I tried to put things other than getting to Mo’s funeral, get that over and enjoyed, then try to get the other stuff sorted. I might try to ask my ILC Warden Deana if she can help by phoning the Bank, no, that will be too early – Crap! If she can call the chemist for me, and the doctors, I will try to get to see her this morning before the taxi arrives, but time will be tight… everything seems against me! I’m getting even more despondent than when I woke up!

I searched my muddled brain for a glimmer of hope somewhere and realised that if I can’t get the medications, then there’s no point in worrying about the bank. ‘Shudder, going bonkers here!’ HELP!

The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, blessedly! I forced my way painfully out of the £300 second-hand recliner, Arthur Itis letting me know he was there, got on my feet, grabbed the stick and off to the wet room. Well, a surprisingly acceptable session. No bleeding from the rear end, or Little Inchies fungal lesion, and far less to be evacuated.

1Mon02I got in the kitchen, but of course, there were no blisters of medications available for me to take. So I rooted through the medical drawer in search of any old tablets to take. I had plenty of Warfarin, some paracetamol and found some old Simvastin and Ramipril that I took, but they were both well out of date, but still, what 1Mon02achoice did I have. I found two beta-blockers that were even more out of use-by-date and took one.

Not the best of situations. I’m worried about myself now, Hehehe! Is there any help to be had? HELP!

I took a photo from the kitchen window, almost mechanically. A view showing the lights going down Winchester Street.

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I got updating yesterday’s blog. It took a while, cause bothe Saccades Sandra and the fingers and right-side neurotransmitter transmissions to the brain were playing up, and typing was an ever-correcting nightmare. But I got there in the end and posted off the diary.

After going on the WordPress Reader, putting some photos on Pinterest and going on the TFZer Facebook, I needed to return for the third visit to the Porcelain Throne! This time it was so different. A small deposit, much bleeding from Harold Haemorrhoid and Little Inchies Lesion. Not so good! Had a clean-up and medicalisationing session, and made another mug of tea.

Started this post going up to here. Then had to make some graphics up on CorelDraw for later use. I even got a template up ready for tomorrow.

I got the Bank, and Chemist number, just in case for Deana when I go down.

WD 0.50.0a 2 Then the stand-up ablutions tended to. Again there were a good few dropsies, cuts, bleeding and a couple of knocks when the peripheral neuralgia gave me an energetic involuntary performance of a Neuropathic Schuhplattler, flail-about dance! I’d say the Sock-Glide struggle was a draw. A couple of little nicks shaving. After the washing was all done, I set about applying Daktacort, Germoloid, Savlon, Corticosteroid, Varesil creams and Fenbid-Forte gel. Eye-wash, nasal-unblocker and Saccades Sandra spray. Good job I started the scrub-up earlier than usual!

1Mon03I got the handwashing done and hung to dry. The new long-sleeved brown t-shit was washed for the first time – and it is now black! Still, it is thicker and warmer, although far shorter than the expensive one. Maybe if I’d ordered black shirts, they might have turned brown when I washed them? Hehehe! The delights of Amazon, eh!

DSCN1536I got the taxi monies in the pocket with my super G8 mobile. Treats put in the trolley and made my way down with the hopes of Deana being able to assist me with my problems of the bank, and the prescriptions. Or rather lack-of medications, by phone for me, so I do not mishear, anything said.

1Mon04I took the black bags to the waste chute on the way down. In the lift, to the ground floor, thought the link passage swipe door and along to the end and the Independent Living Coordinators holding and interrogation office. Dropped off the box and knocked on the door, no answer. So, back up to get my coat on, but I forgot to put my hearing aids in. I decided to go back up again, to drop off the trolley and put in the aids, then. This I did, and down again.

WD 0.50.0 2 There was no reply to my knocking, so I wandered around a bit in the foyer. Angela and Roy came along, and I nattered to them, and tried the door again, this time, it was answered. I told Pole-Dancer, Warden and ILC of my problems. She asked for more details and gave both the Bank and the Chemist a ring, but neither were answering, too early I suppose. With my going Mo’s funeral, ask if the chemist could leave any medications here in the office. That is if he came out while I was here. But no, the girls would be at other flats on stand-by duty to cover for holidays. Said she’d ring them later. So, I’m none the wiser if I will be getting the medications or I’ll just have to snuff-it, mainly due to having no Bisoprolol (Beta-blockers), Simvastatin or Codeine left. Is no one bothered? Silly question, of course, they aren’t! I’m such a fool!

WD 0.50.0 2 I was on my way back upstairs, when Gaynor appeared, sorting out the taxi and passengers for the trip to Mo’s Do! She said there was no time to go back for the hearing aids as the mini-cab was due any minute. I must have misread the sign on the board, I thought it was for 09:25hrs. As I said, I’m such a fool! So I stayed down with the others.

We went outside to wait, but the taxi was late coming. We were all under the control of Gaynor ♥. He looked after us and got us safely to the parlour. I took a few pictures while we waited outside.

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Coddled by Gaynor (I liked that!) we arrived at the funeral parlour and had timed it to perfection. Many other tenants were in attendance with Mo’s family members.

Once inside, the remembrance started. But I could not hear a single word, but this was good. For it let me cast my mind back to memories I was lucky enough to share with Mo at the flats, without hindrance. A personal thing. Her choice of music was perfect! ‘Elvis, The Wonder of You’. And Abba’s ‘Dancing Queen’. Perfick!

As soon as the whole thing was over, it went so quickly, and I felt good. As we got in the taxi (I was nurtured and fitted in the seat belt by Gaynor), my mind started to fret over the medications again. The talk was light-hearted, with mentions of sadness for Mo’s departure, no not morbidly.

1Mon06aWhen we arrived back at Winwood Court, the two gals dropped me of (I was assisted out of the taxi by Gaynor!) and shot off to the Sherwood for the drinkies. I had to make my way to the ILCs office to try and find out what had taken place concerning the pharmacist. But no one was in, they had probably gone to the ST Anns block already. My stomach churned a bit with frustration and not knowing if the prescriptions will be coming today or not! Off course, Deana may have tried to ring me, but we all turned off our mobiles for Mo’s service of course. Then again, she (Deana) is a busy gal.

So, I walked back again to the Woodthorpe Court and up into the flat. No messages or notes in the door about anything. My heart sank a little. The inconscient fretting grew stronger, as less and less time would be available for any corrective attempts if the stuff isn’t going to arrive! More natural to just pass-away, in my sleep, I hope!

I got the mobile on charging-up. Then I could not find the longer one of the two wooden walking sticks? I recall using it when I took the first load of black bags to the chute. But surely I would not have walked back without it, I couldn’t have? Could I?

WDP 10R01WD 0.50.0 2 With me having adopted a Panic-Mood-Mode, even then, I have the two other sticks, no need to have fretted. But I found myself worrying, and got the other wooden stick and went to look in the rubbish-chute room, in case I had left it in there, which I knew I wouldn’t have, but still hobbled to check it out! Sanity Alert! (Klaxon sounding in my head)

I could not believe how calm and accepting I felt while I was out, and now I’ve turned back into a pessimist, misanthrope and depressed-worryguts again! I hate myself when this Quick-Change for the worse happens! Have to put up with though, until I hopefully hear something positive from the chemist and or Bank. If I don’t, well, it doesn’t stand thinking about. HELP!

I started up update this blog. The goodbye to Mo and kind help from Gaynor was a pleasure to recall and write about, but when I got back to the anxieties of the unknown factors from the chemist stuff, it was hard, frustrating, error-ridden and depressing.

WDP Dec 26bWD 0.50.0a 2 I put the kettle on to make a brew. And split some hot water over me pouring out the tea. A sort of acceptance of failure, combined with guilt, meant I didn’t even swear or jump really. I may have said to myself; ‘What d’you expect, good luck, help? Idiot!’

WDP 002LWD 0.50.0a 2 I slowly, calmly got the Savlon cream from the wet-room and cold-watered the hand before applying the cream. Then, Shaking Shaun arrived, (As if to teach me a lesson), and I dropped the bloody tube, straight down the toilet, Splosh! It never touched the sides on its way down! I hope this querulous-neurosis, mental or psychological agitation, derangement or whatever, is only temporary! Humph!

I took three pictures of the brew while making the second cuppa, I’ve called the three of them, Nottinghamian’s Close-knit Community.

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I called at Josie’s flat to give her the Limoncello I forgot to provide her with Sunday’s meal. But there was no answer, so I returned it to the fridge. Then made a brew again and got on with this post once more.

I’ll nip down to see if Deana is available again, and has any news from the chemists for me. Hello, it’s gone awfully dark outside suddenly. Ah, the rain is drizzling.

Ah-well, off I go. Deana not there. Not answering her mobile. I’ve no chance of getting anything sorted now. Grumble-Sodit-Blast! – Crabs and Grobblecraps!!!

1Mon10Got the nosh ready. I should have enjoyed it, but with the worry over the medications, I didn’t. Rating 5/0.

Put thing to soak in the bowl. Moved the handwashing, the new ‘was-brown-now-black long-sleeved t-shirt was still wet. Put in on the airer.

I did my best to stay awake, watched telly, any programme that had subtitles, cause I didn’t want to miss hearing the intercom or door in case the medications arrived late. Huh, they didn’t come!

I even got up and had another search around in case I did have another blister-pack week that had fallen behind the stack of drawers. But there was none there. Eventually, I fell asleep, the worries of the day had gone for a while anyway.

A few hours later, the door chimes woke me from my half-sleep, I struggled to my feet and wobbled to answer it. Thinking at last! The tablets had arrived… but no! It was Josie returning her plate tray etc. to me from her Sunday meal. I’d asked her not to in case of waking me, but obviously, the gal had forgotten about this. I’m not sure what we said, being half-awake, but feel we chattered.

Tray and things taken to the kitchen, and I returned to the recliner, I wanted, now I had been woken, to stay awake longer, just in case the medications did arrive. But couldn’t.

They didn’t, of course!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 12th January 2020: A querulous, unsettling day.

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Sunday 12th January 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sul 12fed Ionawr 2020

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23:00hrs: I woke, with a frustrationalisticness, due to my not being able to recall the dream I’d been having, but had the idea that I wanted to, so I could mention it on this blog. Ah, well, no idea what it was about!

I lay for a short while, considering my few remaining options in life. My bucket list, and needs, hopes and inspirations. Plans for the future. Desires and needs! This took me about two minutes!

I began to reluctantly wrench out my dilapidated, somewhat flabby-bellied body from the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner. Arthur Itis immediately complained in his usual fashion and stung me with some pain-giving twinges. I got up into a semi-perpendicular stance, grabbed the stick, and hobbled into the kitchen to put the kettle on.

WD 0.0.135 As soon as I pressed the power button, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, urgently! Again, it was a close call getting there in time, and what a session this was! Bloody, messy and most uncomfortable. For a description of the evacuated dollop, think a torpedo-shaped long bale of hay! Cricky, I’m glad now that I didn’t eat much of last night’s meal! I might stil7Sun06l be sat on the Throne now if I had! Certain areas needed sanitising and medicating, with TLC! Had a wash and back to make the brew.

With the struggle in passing, I mixed a sachet of the Macrogol first.

7Sun07Then made the brew and took the medications.

To the computer, and started things off with the updating of Saturday post.

As I began typing, a few things became apparent to me. Saccades Sandra was going to give 7Sun04me some hassle. Duodenal Donald was stabbing at me. And I had some new growths to join the old one, on the right hand! They came out almost orange in the photograph? Not a lot surprised me nowadays with the ever-changing ailments. But this did.

The updating took less time than usual, as I had condensed things, in an effort to spend less time on the computer, and get some cleaning up done and much needed rest. I got it finished and posted off. Then went to make another mug of tea. As well as the photo above, I took a couple of pictures of the view from the unwanted, light & view-blocking new windows.

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The first one through the opened window, the second from inside. As the rain was soaking me through with the window open.

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The wee-wees had been persistent all morning, so I went for yet another. Most of them were in the LBRWS (Long-But-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) mode.

While waiting for Liberty-Global Virgin Media to return on-line, I went to tidy up the kitchen (Gawd, it needed it!) and make yet another drink.

7Sun08WD 0.0.135 I went to get out next weeks medicine tray and realised that there wasn’t one, I’d just used up my entire supply? I rather hope the new ones will be delivered today!

Life is something that tests one’s patience, especially people like medical patients! Haha!

Back to the computer, and Liberty-Global internet was back on, but fluctuating between slow and dead-slow, now!

WD 0.0.135 I went on the WordPress Reader. Then posted some Pinterest photographs. And yet another urgent calling to the Porcelain Throne arrived. This time it 7Sun05was an even-closer shave to making it to the seat in time! I took a very poor, although I didn’t realise it at the time, snap of the knees. With Arthur Itis giving me such bother, I expected they would be all bloated and warped, but no, they seemed okay to me? Hey-ho!

I made a start on this blog for a while (with many wee-wee and Saccades Sandra delays). Then decided to try to write an ode I’d been thinking of while doing this blog, but had forgotten what it was about! Humph!

7Sun10aI was suddenly hungering and hankering for something to eat for brekkers. I made a mug of Thompsons best tea and had a packet of salt & vinegar Chipsticks, the last jam tart and a bar of orange club biscuit! Followed with a few cashew nuts. But not a lot!

Then decided to get the ablutions done, as it was gone the witching-hour of 08:00hrs. I had a change of plans (I’m well-known for this, you know, Hehe!) and decided to take the black bags to the chute.  Then down with the recyclable carrier and carrier of glass for the small bin. I chanced to take them down, using just the walking stick.

WDP 2019a2WD 0.0.135A And I was doing well until I got into the three flats hallway and a visit from Dizzy Dennis was suffered. I didn’t go down or anything dangerous, but I did drop the bag of empty glass jars and bottles! None broke either, but the noise they made, has most likely made me as popular with the other tenants, as Nigel Farage would be at the Liberal Party Conference! Humph!

WDP 003lWD 0.0.135 I pointlessly whispered an “I’m sorry!” And carried on into the lift and down and outside with the bags. It dawned on me; I had not taken the two black bags to the chute! It was raining and windy out there, so I got the job done as quickly as I could to avoid getting soaked and returned to Woodthorpe Court with the rubbish-bags. Remembering this time, to deposit the black bags in the waste chute, and avoid clouting my head on the lid this time. Which I did! Smug-Mode Adopted!

WDP 0027Sun14WD 0.0.135WD 0.0.135A Back to the flat, and tackled the ablutionalisational duties. A few dropsies and it went pretty well for me until it came to the dreaded Sock-Glide Battle. Two trapped fingers, on for each sock, both forced me into a 7Sun13quietly uttered few words of an intemperate nature. I also noted while in the shower, (apart from not, I say Not, dropping the soap or showerhead), that the tiles on the wall were getting a tad grimy looking.

The pins had changed a little. The ankle swelling had gone down a lot.

Signs of Venous Insufficiency, and spider, femoral veins were slowly coming back a little more prominently.

Thankfully, Arthur Itis was seemingly easing off somewhat too.

7Sun15WDP 02lbWD 0.0.135 So I got out the Mildew and Mould sprays and created a cunning plan! Oh, yes! I would sit on the shower stool and reach down to the lower tiles, and stand on it, to reach the higher ones. Good eh? The very moment I hit the floor after falling out of the chair, I knew this was not going to work after all! I struggled back on my feet and applied some Phorpain Gel on the elbow and shin. Buenos Dias! Int’ life a gas? Hehehe! I withdrew from the Mildew-removal activities area, and guess what?

WD 0.0.135 Porcelain Throne duties No.3 were needed! A good job I was so close to the WC bowl, as things moved along fast and almost caught me out again, a sort of self-starting and finish when the innards felt they were ready to, session! However, a third-variety of evacuation followed. No bleeding from anywhere, very little pain, the enormity of the released product seemed less this time. It’s a busy day for a Sunday!

The rain seemed to have stopped, but the sun was in and out a bit regular, so I left the lights on. I nipped out quickly (quickly, hahaha!), to go on the rooftop of Winwood Court, to try and catch some photographs while the sun was shining.

WDP Dec 26bWD 0.0.135 Huh! another change of plans. I just remembered that I have no tablets left! So I rang the Pharmacy, without realising it was ‘Sunday’, what an idiot! I’ve got enough Warfarin and Simvastatin for today, but desperately short of Codeine. So, somehow tomorrow, I’ve got to call the chemist and find out what’s happening, and also see the Bank Manager. Hang on, there’s Mo’s funeral to go to on Monday! I’m getting all confused, sad, and going on a downer now!

7Sun16Still, Josie’s nosh to be prepared yet. How can one go from so high to so low in an instant? I’d better make a start. I noticed while getting Josie’s nosh prepared, that the odd orangey-red marks on the right hand had disappeared or dissipated altogether? But the two older scars 7Sun17were still there? I baked on smoked haddock-cheese and potato rissole a little longer today. Put some of the Tuna with mayonnaise and sweetcorn on for another trial for her. Sliced tomato, mushrooms and garden peas. A can of Gin & Tonic, and a limoncello dessert top round it off. Makes it a bit of a change for her to try. I hope she likes the new stuff. I delivered it spot on the usual time, as anyone who is a personal chef should do. Hehe!

7Sun18I got back inside, and Shaking Shaun had a go at me. Left me in a bit of a dodgy condition as I plated my own nosh, Dizzy Dennis joined in the ‘Let’s-get-at-Inchcock’ session.

To be frank, memories after this part of the day, do not exist. But I woke later in the evening, panicking.

Inchcock – Friday 10th January 2020:

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Friday 10th January 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Január 10, Péntek

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22:30hrs: I woke up, already concentrating on what will most likely, be my longest-ever updating session. Yesterday’s events will take a lot of sorting out. I took a few photographs and xyrophobia-suffering, flat-burglar,  brother-in-Law Pete, with his Galaxy S10+Fold, which increases the storage to 1TB. That operates as a normal smartphone until you open it, at which point it becomes a small tablet. A snip at £1514.4921, took the other photo’s at his mansion and sent them to me via email, to use.

WD 60.25.0 With my concentration so bad at the moment, all I need is any of the following to kick-off: Saccades Sandra, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun or Neuropathic Nigel’s neurotransmitter failure to start, and it may never get finished. My Koyaanisqatsi, lack of proper education and knaifatic upbringing is handicap enough on there own, without the unwanted or asked for ailments helping. Humph!

5Fri01I made a start on the updating as soon as I’d had made a tasty cuppa of Glennghettie tea, wash and took the medications.

I took a very shaky photo through the kitchen door facing the unwanted, new, light and view-blocking window cannot get to clean, windows. The shakes and twitching nerve transmissions are now really getting to me, as they have made my holding the camera steady enough to t a take any worthy, semi-clear shots are so annoying.

4Thu19WD 60.25.0 In between having many mugs of tea, consultations with the notes I made, and Dizzy Dennis visits, it took me until gone 09:00hrs to get the post finished and posted off! Yes, a total of over ten hours! Such is my ridiculous circumspection and lack of control of mind and body! I fear I might have to finish doing the Inchcock Today’s, and I love doing them to try and cheer folks up.

WD 60.25.0 I am in a right pickle now. Drained and shaky. But something has to be done, or help found. I might just do the odd ode now and then, instead. Saccades Sandra didn’t help things today, she had me with double-vision. Causing me to do more correctionalisationing that typing! I am sad, undecided person. Unwashed and feeling despondent and so tired-out. Depressed beyond my own belief!

Gawd, reading this makes me feel a right sad moaning Git! However, I tried to pull around and pressed on sending some pictures to Pinterest. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then spent far too long on my beloved TFZer Facebooking. Topped up some photo albums. My typing got even worse now!

I got some mushrooms and peas ready to warm up. I put the oven heating up too.

As I did so, the door-chimes rang out. It was the second long-sleeved brown t-shirt delivery. That the Tracker said would arrive between the 11th and 14th of the month. Somehow, I’m not surprised.

A good job I hadn’t what I had initially planned to, and gone to see the Bank Manager today. Not that I would have had the time.

Around 1400hrs, I gave up altogether, and closed it all down, and went to get something to eat, before I fell asleep. Saccades, getting worse.

4Thu18Got the nosh sorted. The place looked like a battleground by the time I’d got it served up. Dropped saucepan, spilt over bowel, scattered garden peas, blood from cutting the finger, crumbs… Humph!

Got down and ate the meal.. rating 7/10.

5Fri007cWashed the pots and did the handwashing.

Settled in the recliner and had a mind stew. I have to stop doing these dairy type things, they are just too much for me in my state.

Feeling low, unwell, undecided and decidedly down in the dumps.

Cheers, each.