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

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Monday 13th January 2020

Italiano: Lunedì 13 Gennaio 2020

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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.

WD 0.0.135 Back to the computer and…

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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.

Inchcock – Wednesday 8th January 2020: Confusing day. My mate Micheal visited, great chinwagging!

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Wednesday 8th January 2020

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WD 0.50.0 2 WDPH01L423:50hrs: I semi woke up. Had a mental battle to regain control of my mind, passed a vast, blasting burst of wind. Combed my hair with a pink lawn rake, and the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Like a young whipper-snapper, I almost bounded out of the recliner, jumped up, and skipped my way to the wet-room without using a stick and singing Wayward Wind aloud and proud… and started to wash my well-toned muscular young, lithe body in a bath of Guinness, and lit my pipe…

23:57hrs: I woke up for real, and realised I’d been dreaming. I think I was enjoying having a fit body again, drinking the Guinness in the none-existent bath… but reality had to be faced. And oddly enough, the first thing I did, was to pass-wind, but only a sort ‘Phutt-Phutt’ job. Which did bring on the demand for the Porcelain Throne for real!

I had to cajole Arthur Itis into letting me get my legs off of the chair, he’s been so kind to me yesterday over the tumble. So he was due a little fun with me. Having achieved the first proper challenge, I faced the standing up and catching my balance routine. Not too bad, a bit of a wobble, but I got up, and then had to rush a bit, to get to the outbound salvation room in time. The evacuation went well, minimal bleeding. Arthur Itis was not willing to get up again off of the throne. I applied the Phorpain Gel, Germaloid cream, Clobetasone cream, Corticosteroid cream, Daktacort lotion, and Clopidogrel ketoconazole. I olive-oiled the ear-holes, washed and off to the kitchen, with Arthur twinging away at me.

WD 0.50.0 2 Made a brew and did the washing up from last night. And got the computer going. But…

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I made a start by creating this post from scratch, I must get some more graphics done, today! After an hour or so, the craving for another mug of tea arrived. At the same time, as the flood of wee-wees began. Far too many to keep mentioning, most of the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) variety. As I was bringing the tea to the computer, the stomach started gurgling, aching and hurting. I naturally assumed that Throne Session number two was required, but no, nothing but wind and a particularly foul odour escaped.

Back to the computer and then started updating the Tuesday blog. Due to the overpaid and rated Mr Fries inabilities and uncaring attitude towards his ever-paying-more, customers, this took me a long time to get done! Many wee-wees activated as I worked away.

I went to make another brew, this time Glenghettie Gold. Took the medications.

WD 0.50.0 2 And tried my bestest to get a decent photographicalisation of the high in the sky moon. I was not over-successful as it happened. The reasons for this failure being, I think; 1) The moving clouds. 2) The neurotransmitter sensory nerves failing, causing trembling and shaking of the right hand and arm. 3) My not knowing what the heck I was doing. Haha! The first two were taken on Auto-Mode. The others in Nightime Panorama, no, Landscape!

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I read and replied to some WordPress comment, and then post pictures to Pinterest. Then went on the WordPress Reader section, but before I could start, Porcelain Throne Session numb er Two arrived, so, off to the wet room.

WD 0.50.0 2 This Throne session was not so good. Messy, slow, hard work, bleeding and exhausting! But, I recovered alright. After a clean-up and some more medicationalisationing, I returned to the WP Reader perusing.

Well, I have to go on CorelDraw for a mammoth graphic-creating session for the upcoming blogs. I’ll make another brew first.

3Wed10aBlimey, it took, me over three hours just to get a few Thought graphics done. The concentration is not good at all. Confusion reigning in the brain-box.

I got the nosh on. I ended up going for the luxury (Expensive) can of roast gammon, to go in the stew I was making, well, a type of stew. Onions, peas, tomatoes, and potatoes were broiled together and nearly ready, so I put in the can of ham, and got it stirred in well. As I was doing this, Shaking Shaun came all over me, with what I was sure was a neuropathic drop-something and flail-about dance coming on the right leg! When, the door-bell chimed, Huh! Not the best of timing, I thought, with me still in my jammies, unshaven, and shaking-all-over so’s to put it.

I made sure the thin dressing gown was not revealing anything for someone to laugh at en route to the door, and everything changed the instant I saw my old mate Michael stood there, looking tired, but happy! (I was probably more delighted at seeing Mike)

I welcomed him, and the nattering started, which didn’t stop for over an hour he was here. I felt years younger. As the whole kit and caboodle of worries, concerns and fears dissipated into the ether.

WDP 003j4 WD 0.50.0a 2 Neuro d green I turned as the expected Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something, and flail about dance’, (as Tim Hancock had Christened it, Hehe!) burst into action. I was in the hallway, so avoided going over, with the help of the handily placed close-to-hand walls. You’ve got to laugh! Although Mick was taken aback a bit, he’d not seen me have an unplanned imitation of a cross between the Hokey Cokey and the Twist before.

Mick went in the front room, while I checked the food was alright, I didn’t want it burning or bubbling, it was all in the saucepan now, on low heat. With the big pile of washing up in the sink. Hehe!

Poor Micheal, told me of his ups and downs since seeing me last. He had his campervan holiday, which he enjoyed. When he got back, a week or so later, he collapsed, and his sister found him in his flat on the floor. Called for an ambulance, and was told it would be two hours before anyone could attend, there had been an accident on the motorway! Other friends arrived, and out of concern for Michael, rang again, and then they were told it would now be three hours before an ambulance would arrive! His family sorted out transport, and they took him to the hospital themselves. I shan’t go into detail of the terrible treatment he received there, it was convoluted and depressing. Just that he was told… no, I’d better not.

But being Mike, he still brought a smile to my face and soul with his zest for life and witticisms and stories of woe.

By the way, Michael, when you call again mate, remind me of the treats I forgot about in the junk room, please.

By his leaving, it was like a light going out, a power-cut. And I returned to cooking in a lower spirit.

WD 0.50.0 2 I was stirring the mishmash in the saucepan and decided to put some chips in the oven. I had totally forgotten about the potatoes in the stew! I tried to have a read of the cooking instructions on the can of ham. Even with the magnifier glass, it was impossible to see the writing. So, I got the camera, in hopes that they might come out more legible in a picture. Which they did.

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WD 0.50.0 2 Oh, heck! It should have been done it in a microwave oven, and finished off under the grill! I do not have either available (No microwave oven, and the rack doesn’t work!) Humph! I was uncertain if I should eat it or not. But it had been in the saucepan for over an hour with the other stuff? I thought, blow it, if it tastes wrong I can always just throw it away.

3Wed05Then I realised after getting it served up and on the tray, I had the chips in the oven as well! What a plonker! So I got the other dish and put the fries onto that.

The things that Michael had gone through kept coming into my muddled, mind as I dined. (Poetry slipped in there!) Then, while stuffing my face, I pondered over my visiting Sister Jane in the morning. Ideally, I should take a stick with me but cannot carry it with all the treats I’m taking… can’t cope with it either with the trolley-walker, oh, dearie me. I can catch the 07:25hr L9, and this should give me plenty of time to Tesco to get some nibbles and treats, that I already have for HRH Jane and Prince Pete, but cannot carry.

Suddenly (well it seemed quick to me), I’d finished eating nearly all of the fodder on offer (I’d left some fries). The gammon was fatty and not very tasty, though. Everything else was fine apart from the fries, which were also bland tasting. Flavour Rating: 5/10.

The cooking of the gammon wrongly seems to have caused me no bother, yet, anyway.

I felt extraordinarily tired-out and got the washing-up done, then settled down into the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner, the one that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged. At the same time, as he was flat sitting while I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. The CCTV camera he can now monitor, to ensure the most destructive, annoying and grief-giving time in which to phone me up. Which are always either; As I get down to eat a meal, get seated on the Throne, I’m in the middle of cooking or just leaving the flat. Hehehe

At first, the mind was musing about Micheals problems, how cleverly the Government had cunningly forgotten all about Brexit, and how the hell am I going to get to HRH Sister Janes house in safety in the morning? But the mind eventually gave me a rest, cleared, and sleep came… Lovely!

TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 31st December 2019: A better year, I hope! Tsk!

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Tuesday 31st December 2019

Esperanto: Marde 31 Decembron 2019

01Dec 31

 23:40hrs: I woke up, again without the immediate need for the Porcelain Throne! That’s two mornings on the trot now.

WDP 20194BI clambered to free my blubbery roly-poly bellied body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured recliner. I had to appreciate the lack of attention from Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Saccades Sandra, Dizzy Dennis and Duodenal Donald. My balance was a bit off, and the autonomic nerves missing signals to send to the brain, were, I reckon the chief culprits for this. But the finger-ends were not too bad at all, sensitivity-wise. So I moved into a sort of semi-contented but with reservations mode.

WDP 003lWD 60.25.0 Grabbed the stick and went to the kitchen. Oh, dearie me! I soon spotted some bits of glass that I had missed in my so-called cleaning up from the Whooposiedangleplop last night. So, I thought I’d better get them up straight away, for fear of treading on any, with the blood so thin. The floor needed mopping as well, but that can wait.

I got the kettle on, took the medications, oiled the ear-holes, and made a brew. Had a wee-wee, that came out as another LHNPOS (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Pain-Or-Sensation) variety. Please read the comment from Tim Price, on yesterday’s post, it’s clever witty and brilliant!

I pressed on with the updating of the Monday blog. No dizzy Dennis visits, but the finger-ends played up a little. But Saccades Sandra was in a good mood with me. It still took me longer than I had hoped. I got it finished and sent off, though. Went on the WordPress Reader, a lot on there today. Then sent some snaps to Pinterest. Next, onto my favourite, the TFZer Facebooking.

It was now time to get the Ablutions done. Gives me time to get ready for the Morrison Delivery that is coming after 06:30 hours. I stripped off and got the handwashing done before going in the shower. Again, it was done, wrung and hung to start drying. The right hand and arm were a bit painful after doing the washing.

Off to the wet room. Things went well for a change. Only a few dropsies. No shaving cuts! The sock-glide battle was won without any injuries (Oh yes!), and no bleeding at all from Little Inchies fungal lesion! Swank-Mode engaged! That was until it came to my getting dressed.

2Tue02aWDP 10R03RWD 60.25.0 I noticed that the legs looked a little pale, blotchy and dodgy, so went to fetch the camera to take this photographicalisation of the pins. I took the shot, and running around with nothing on, took the camera back. But could I find the lens cap? No! I spent a good while searching both the front room and the wet-room, without any luck. This was especially galling and harrowing, cause I did the same the other day! I had to give up the hunt, and get dressed and ready things for the Morrison delivery. Of course, I kept an eye out for the cap. I felt sure I’m left it somewhere I thought was visible and in plain view? Humph! 

I got the ‘Man’s Eau de Toilette’ spray squirted under my arms. (I’m hoping Nurse Christina will call today, and be at my mercy… well, alright, sorry! I can dream, can’t I?) Hah-har! I was giving some almost severe thoughts to mopping the kitchen floor, and the intercom light flashed. It was the Morrison delivery arriving.

2Tue03WD 60.25.0 They had made some substitutes again! Still, they didn’t bother me too much. But their hiding of the cost of the ordered items initially, meant I didn’t know if the substitutes were cheaper or dearer? Most disconcerting!

I got the things packed away. I believe it can be said that I now have full cupboards and fridge! Ahem!

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2Tue02WDP 003hWD 60.25.0 I got it all stashed away, and went to the computer room. Where, I found the flaming lens cover – as I said, in plain view! Right on top of a nibble-pot of flaky pastry fingers! Oh, I do feel a right ‘nana, a fool, nae, an imbecile! Nae, a right pillock!

I got on with starting this blog off. At 10:00hrs, I began to wonder if it will be Angel nurse Christina calling. What time will she or someone else arrive?

WDP 02aLBlow me down, Christina arrived as I was typing this! We had a natter while she took my blood, and I had control certain emotions and body-parts. Handed her some nibbles for the new year. We exchanged the platitudes and New Year wishes, she smiled, I melted, and off she went.

Too late for me to get the 10:30hrs bus. So, I decided to go down with the old and new phones (Mobiles) to see if Deana can sort out the SD card swapping for me. Then go to get some cleaning stuff from Wilko in Sherwood.

I met Roger in the lift lobby, we had a moan between us. I got to the ILC’s Warden Holding Cell office, and the new gal and Julie were in, but Deana wasn’t. I explained my problem, and the new Wardeness soon got the mobiles and sorted them for me. Bless her!

2Tue17All done too quick for me to learn anything, but I now have an ordinary mobile, with a battery that lasts for longer than six hours! An old Nokia. Gone is the ever bleeping internet that I didn’t use.

Thanks to the gal.

2Tue04aHanded a few nibbles out, and set off on a hobble to Sherwood. It was a bit nippy out there, and not a lot of folks about. 

I pressed on with the three-wheel-guide with its bad brakes and over-eager inclinations to tip over. Down Winchester Street to Mansfield Road. With Dizzy Dennis showing himself a few times, which is not unusual for me when going downhill.

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I had a mosey up to the Wilko store and got the cleaning things I needed. Ylang & Freesia wash capsules and fabric conditioner. Liquid soapflakes and some peanuts. Paid the £9.85 bill, and by the time I got outside, there was no time to go as planned, to the Charity shops to look for a replacement long-coat (The current one I was wearing, has a nasty ever-increasing is size slit in it. Tsk!) Else I would miss the bus back up the hill. I poddled up to the bus shelter.

I thought for a moment that the bus shelter might have been being used as a morgue? My, ‘Hello’ to the other waiting passengers didn’t even get a scowl back from any of them, nothing, no response at all. Had I died, and no one had told me? Had they kicked the bucket? Hehehe!

On the L9, natter with a lady already on the bus en route, and we were soon back at the flats. The uneasiness, nae, oddness continued on my way through Winchester lobby, link route to Winwood Court and the passageway to Woodthorpe Court. I gave a ‘Good afternoons’, and a few ‘How are you’s’ out on the way, but got blanked, and few furrowed brows? Had I morphed into an alien?

2Tue11Up in the elevator, and still, no wee-wee or Porcelain Throne demands were called for were needed when I got in the flat?

WD 60.25.0 While getting the nosh prepared, a mist came down. I opened the light & view-blocking new window to take this shot, as Dizzy Dennis gave me a battering! But it was a short sharp one that didn’t bother me too much. He’s (Dizzy Dennis) has been a lot worse recently. So, no complaints… yet!

I’d bought the Smoked Haddock fillet with West Country Cheddar Centre fishcakes to try, expensive, but horrible they were! Well, that’s not true, perhaps Nothing Special and certainly unfishy tasting is a more apt description.

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The chips, garden peas with demerara sugar added, beetroots and sea-salted tomato milk roll sarnies, and caramelised pickled red onions made up for the crap, ‘The Best’? Morrison’s bland fishcakes. I’ve got another two in the fridge, Tsk! Maybe Josie would 2Tue18like to try them on Sunday, they have a use-by date of 6th January? A flavour-rating of 7/10.

Taking the things to be washed-up, I dropped the fork from the tray, when I got down on all fours to retrieve it, I spotted the long-missing Quatermass BBC TV DVD, underneath the cabinet. Ah, thought I, I’ll watch this one now!

WD 60.25.0 Although I had to get back up on my feet first! Tsk! I got the pots washed and got around to settling down early to watch one of the Quatermass series. I love the music on them. I stayed awake for the whole of the Quatermass Experiment, although the ending had long been lost by the BBC and it was considerably shorter than the others, that were complete. I fell asleep before the tape/disc/DVD had run out.

2Tue13WD 60.25.0 I woke, thinking that at last, that I needed the Porcelain Throne. But it was another false alarm. I’d hoped the involuntary escapages of wind and rumbling stomach meant it was to be evacuation time, but, no! Washed and took this photo of the mist getting a little thicker, as I made a mug of tea. I got down in the recliner and drifted off again 2Tue14in seconds.

WD 60.25.0 I woke with the light on, convinced it was getting up time, around midnightish as it has been recently. I noticed the pins (legs) with one fat and plump, and the peripheral neuropathy and sensory nerve-ends dying affected right leg, had gone thin and soft fleshed/muscled? The saphenous and spider veins were showing through distinctly, but only at the top of the legs, but not the varicose veins? The pins were a tad pale, anaemic-looking again. At least the ever-changing limbs make for a bit of interest now and then, with the omnipresent transformations taking place sometimes into several differing versions a day. Hahaha!

WD 60.25.0 I went to make another brew and take the morning medication, but realised it was 18:40hrs!

I updated this blog, then went on CorelDraw to try and get some graphics done to the templates. Only got one done for tomorrow. I’m tired again, but would like to take the first photo of the new year, and get it on here, before possibly nodding off for a week or so! Haha! My concentration has now gone completely. So I got the kitchen floor mopped. 

I’m trying to stay awake long enough to photograph any fireworks on show, as the New Years trundles in, with its forecasts of War, Tsunamis, Terrorism and the end of the World!

WDP 10R04WD 60.25.0 I got to take some photographs, but I was very disheartened and disappointed with how they came out. These two were the only ones that were worthy of publishing, and then only just about so!

The others I took, I’ll think about and have a closer look at in the morning. Or it might be afternoon before I wake up. Gawd, I’m shattered now! Poor old thing!

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Head down now!

TTFNski each! Have a great new year!

Inchcock Today – Mon 30 Dec 2019: Much Kindness was shown me today. And a battering from shoppers. Haha!

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Monday 30th December 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 30ain Rhagfyr 2019

01Dec 30

23:25hrs: I woke up, with a feeling of loss, a missing factor, a vague impression of confusing absence of something or other? As I began to manipulate the removal of my sadly overly stomach-burdened body from the recliner, I nervously raised up on my feet, so as to test-out Dizzy Dennis and Arthur Itis’s malignant intentions for the morning. Puzzling for a few moments, and it came to me; I didn’t need the Porcelain Throne on waking up! The Throne demands have been instant on opening my eyes, for around nine days on the trot. (Trot? A suitable word, Hehehe!) I could sense that Dennis was lingering, awaiting his opportunity to attack. But Arthur Itis was in a serene, relaxed mood.

WDPH01L4 WD 150.0.0 Not bringing in (or needing) the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-wee-Bucket) last night, I went to the wet room for the wee-wee. And, was caught out, after all the weak efforts of the previous few weeks, by the LHNPOS (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Pain-Or-Sensation) wee-weeing that exploded out! The colouration was a shock too. Or I should say, the lack of colour was highly-noticeable! Mmm? I started a sneezing bout afterwards, no connection I’m sure. I bet that went down well with the neighbours, Oh dear! I had to clean up bounced back wee-wee from the jet-like evacuation, and mucus from all the sneezing! It’s a good job I have plenty of bleach and disinfectant to hand.

1Mon 01I got the kettle on, took the medications and then a photo through the unwanted, dislike, thick-framed, light & view-blocking, can’t get to, to clean them new kitchen window.

There was still a bit of the red glow out there from earlier last night. I took it in the ‘Aperture-Priority’ setting. Not too bad. Then I made the brew of possibly the best tea available, Thompsons Punjana (Not to be confused with their Everyday tea, which is like cat-wass!)

WDPH01RI got on with the updating of the stuck-indoors Sunday post. It didn’t take me too take long for two reasons. One, there were so few photographs to use that needed amending. Two, the finger-ends peripheral neuropathy and autonomic nerves were rarely giving me any bother! I could not help going into Appreciative- Smug-Mode!

1Mon03I made another brew, this time of the superb extra-strong Glengettie tea. I noticed the scene outside had changed a little. The red glow was now gone. Also, when I opened the light & view-blocking kitchen window to take this shot, it seemed to have gotten a lot colder! Brrr! 

WDP 2019a2WD 150.0.0 A sneezing bout started again! And I dropped the camera lens protector cover, and it rolled with such precision, around the floor straight into the gap between the cooker and the cabinet! Then I could not find the picker-upperer to retrieve it! Gobblesticks and Knackerations!

1Mon02I checked last night’s handwashing that was hanging up above the sink, and above the Einstein-needed to understand how to operate (For old senile sods like me, this is the last type of heater we needed fitting!) wall storage heater. I suppose that decisions on which to buy and install, depending on back-handers at the top? They really are like the intercom system, just too confusing to use! They have tiny buttons we cannot see or read, let alone risk pressing them. Leaving us with no option but to just leave them on, and feed the greed of the Utility Company bosses? Humph! I got carried away a bit there, sorry.

1Mon04WDP 20194I moved the handwash clothing around. I and had to carefully put the jammie-bottoms on the much-fell over, bent twisted but still working tubular airer. And have to keep moving them around to get some benefit from the machine. Which in turn helped me find where I’d left the new £15 picker-upperer, as I noticed it hanging on the corner of the airer.  Haha!

WD 150.0.0 Back to the computer, to go on the WordPress Reader, and;

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I managed to use the reader, but the TFZer Facebooking was a struggle with everything so slow going. But, after an hour or so, things got up to the average Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media pace – Slow, but working!

Things of an edacious nature came to mind, and I poddled to the kitchen fridge to see what was available for my morning nibbling session.

I did some more handwashing, done, wrung and hung. Made up some waste bags and one large recycling one, ready to take down with me.

Then went to get the ablutions tended to. Amazing; No shaving cuts, no knocking anything over, and only a handful of dropsies. Self-Congratulatory-Mode temporarily adopted!

Checked the hanging handwashing and moved yesterdays on the airer. Got the coat on, and stopped to have a think about should I go out, or not? The blood nurse is booked for Tuesday, but that was given me by the Doctors Surgery receptionist, who has, like myself, been known to get things wrong before. The day has been a Monday for several weeks. So, I decided to leave it until the 10:30hr bus, and go up to Aldi, where I can get some tinned garden peas with a ring pull opener. However, the walking back down Mapperley Rise, makes me a tad nervous at the thought of it.

I had some treats for the new year for the ILC’s. I decided to take the bags to the chute, then the recyclist bag to the caretaker’s room, and call to drop off the pressies at the Obergruppenfurher’s Interrogation room, then come back and do some updating on this, and catch the bus later. Blimey, me? Making plans? Summat wrong here! Hahaha!

Leaving the flat, I rang Josie’s door-bells, no answer. Down in the lift, dropped off the recycling bag, and through the link passage to the Wardens holding cell office. I didn’t meet a soul en route. The office was locked and unlit. So I didn’t see a Warden either.

Walking with the walker-guide back through the link route, I was surprised to see that the door out to the new alfresco seating area was open?

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So, a lack of security for the old folks here! I’ll see if I can find anyone to report it to on my way to the bus, later on.

Getting back in the flat, I rang Josie’s door-bells, no answer. Got in, and almost automatically went for a wee-wee, but, confussingly, there was no need. Haha! I got some updating of this blog done, and Porcelain Throne demand number Two arrived, which is far better than it coming while I was out shopping! On the way out, I rang Josie’s door-bells, no answer.

1Mon05aClosed down and set out again. Down in the lift. The corridor fire escape door was still ajar as I passed by. No one in the ILC’s room. On and through to Winchester Court. Doris and other ladies sat in the foyer. I stayed with them a while, chinwagged, then out to the bus stop. Where I spotted a visit from the Ossifers of the law car parked near the turning island.

1Mon05 Christine, Cyndy… oh, about fifteen of us Winwoodonians gathered. Where more gossiping about nothing and everything took place. Insults exchanged, sarcastic gems noted, and the world was put to rights. Hee-hee! I took a photograph of Winchester Court from the beneath it.

1Mon06Then a photograph of Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts from the bus stop. The City Bound bus arrived, and only a few of us need it, all the other members of the gang waited for the Sherwood, Arnold and Bestwood L9. The lady driver was kind and waited patiently for me to get settled in the side-saddle seat, and checked if I was all seated before moving off ♥.

The bus ride was only for a few stops. I got off at the top of Sherwood Vale, again the driver was patient with me ♥ . I walked along Woodborough Road (carefully, but no Dizzy Dennis visits), to the Aldi Store.

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1Mon07Not much exercise here then. The place was busy, but not very noisy as it usually is. Maybe some of the shoppers, who walked into me, shoulder charged me, pushed trolleys into me, drove over my foot, etc. were still hung-over? I wished I had a breathalyser I could have produced, for a bit of fun! ” Being in charge of a shopping-trolley while above the legal limit or unfit through drink”? Or maybe, “Careless Shopping (Shopping without due care and attention)”, or “Shopping without Insurance or an MOT”? Hehehe!

But the lack of gossip, laughter or noises from kids was remarkable. So much so, that I checked to make sure the hearing aids were still working?

WD 150.0.0 Not until I had finished over-spending and was putting the items on the check-out conveyor, did Dizzy Dennis arrive! I started dropping things, shaking and went into a semi-vague mode. The tut-tutting began from those in the queue behind. But, the young lady on the checkout was patient with me. She packed some of the things into the bag for me ♥. Thank you

I moved to the packing shelves to sort things out properly. I believed that the dizzies came on at the till, but rearranging the goods, I had bought some things that I can’t remember getting? Anyways-up, I got the things placed for the optimum balance between the trolley bag and the larger carrier bag. Dennis was clearing away as I did this, and I decided not to walk back to the flats after-all. As after checking with my second-hand, charity shop-bought, rusty, £2 wristwatch, with its £10 new strap and £15 battery, I found I had over fifteen minutes to get back to Sherwood Vale, to catch the bus back home. Plenty of time, even for me.

I got to the1Mon09b Sherwood Vale bus stop without any problems, by which time Dizzy Dennis had left me altogether. (Manic-Smile-Of-Relief-Adopted) When I got down the hill to the bus stop, I thought I might have a job seeing the bus arrive. The, oh, so cold sun and vehicles blocked or hindered my view.

Luckily, it was the same caring driveress on the L9. She greeted me like a long lost father! Again she held off pulling away until I was ensconced safely in the side-saddle seat.

WD 150.0.0 Dorothy (I think that’s her name?) was on the bus. She’s got a right load in her four-wheeled trolley and three carrier bags! Hehe! We had a natter on the short trip back and said a farewell as she got off, I went last. The lady driver insisted on putting down the ramp to allow me to walk the trolley off easily, bless her cotton socks. She mentioned how pale I was looking today. I’ll have a look in the mirror later. I thanked her and had a short few words of acknowledgement with Bill and some others waiting to get on the bus. And Bill said: ‘Bloody ‘ell, you look like a ghost!’ Very encouraging! Hehe!

I made my way into Winchester Court, through into Winwood, no one in the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress’s Warden’s interrogation room. Down the link passage, and noticed the fire-escape entry/exit door to the alfresco seating, was now closed. Through the swipe-door, and there was Oberstgruppenführeress, pole-dancer Warden Deana chatting with tenant Francis. I butted in with some nibbles, and handed the bag of new year treats over. A chinwag, and off up in the elevator back to the flat.

I rang Josie’s door-bells and struggled to get the heavily loaded trolley through my flat door, and Josie appeared at hers. She handed me back the plate and cutlery from her Sunday nosh. I asked her if she enjoyed it, and she said yes! Another mini-victory for Inchcock!

I got in my hallway and took the tray to the kitchen. Then returned for the trolley, and moved it closer to the Chef’s room, to unload. But still no need of a wee-wee?

1Mon08

A fair-sized shop. Cashew nuts, porridge oats, hazelnut chocolate bars for Inchcock, tomatoes, German cooked ham, sourdough baguettes, bread thins, lemon yoghourt, garden peas with ring-pull openers, tuna for Josie’s noshes, caramelised onion chutney, light lemon Greek-style yoghourt.

1Mon09And for tonight’s nosh, some mushroom pate, that I plan to go on a Sourdough baguette and small cobs, with sliced sea-salted tomatoes, with beetroot and garden peas. Which I set about making. Baguettes and cobs in the oven. I got the other stuff on the plate ready.

WDP 20193AWD 150.0.0 When the loaves were cooked, you would have had a right laugh if you could have seen me trying to slice the cobs! The fingers neurotransmitters failed. And combined with the impaired amplitude of Saccades Sandra, within minutes of removing the loaves of bread to the tray for slicing; I had a kitchen floor liberally showered with breadcrumbs. The crumbs were joined by the bottle of Caramelised onion chutney, which left hundreds of bits of broken glass, and I had to contend with a burnt finger from taking the baguettes out of the oven! Oh, and a cut little finger, hardly worth a mention, only a tiny nick, but it bled well. So, splattered blood on the floor, as well as on my clothes, the cooker and the tray! Hey-Ho!

WDP 2019a2WD 150.0.0 The mess was sort of cleaned up, and I had difficulty in standing up on my feet again after the on-the-knees washing the floor, and glass removal session. I got the meal eaten, good job there was nothing to get cold. Tsk! This what should have been a simple to create feast, but it wasn’t for me, was good enough for a 7.5/10 flavour rating, all the same.

I’d had a lot of patience and kindness shown me today. Off course this had to be tempered with being bashed about at Aldi. Hahaha!

Washed the pots. Found some missed bits of crumbs, did nothing about them. Then I had a look at what was on offer on the TV. Channel 48, Sony, had non-stop episodes of the Persuaders on. That’ll do me I thought and got it up on the set.

For the first four episodes shown, I woke up on average once each! I gave up. Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 29th December 2019: Mutating legs, and fantastic nigh sky, nowt else much!

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Sunday 29th December 2019

Chichewa: Sabata 29 Disembala 2019

01Dec 29

WD 128.0.128 00:00hrs: I woke, and without delay, struggled to get my rhinoceros-like body from the recliner, to get to the Porcelain Throne. Very nearly having a trip over the carpet in my haste, clouting my ankle with the walking stick, but kept my balance with the help of the door frame.

WDPH01L4WD 128.0.128 The session was one of the not-so-nice ones. As it has been for the last few days, things moved as soon as I got down on the plastic seat. But, this time, everything stopped part-way. Encouraging further movement, involved a few words like; Eeeya, Asdfghjkl and Argh, with a fair bit of pain! Daktacort2Not messy, a bit bloody, and a system-blocking amount of evacuated product. Phew! I then applied the Corticosteroid Daktacort cream on bleeding Little Inchies fungal lesion, and some Germoloid lotion on the rear-end Harold Haemorrhoids. Washed up and wiped the contact points with antiseptic.

Not a good start! But, at least I didn’t knock anything off of the shelves or cabinets, and no toe-stubbings.

Minutes later, as I was putting on the kettle, the need for another wee-wee arrived, so I used the overnight GPB (Grey-Plastic-Bucket) for a BOBVSL (Blasting-Out-But-Very-Short-Lived) wee. Took the medications and made the brew.

Then, onto the computer to get the updating done of yesterday’s depressing diary. I could sense Dizzy Dennis wanting to give me some bother as I typed, but it may have been Saccades Sandra making things worse? She was also in forces with the neuropathy and autonomic nerves in the fingers, that were playing up and not recognising contact or touch. Not all of the time, just now and then for a few minutes at a time (which was something new). Making typing a hard slog this morning again. So much correctionalisationing to do cost me a lot of time.

I got the blog posted off, then went on the WordPress Reader. I enjoyed a bash at the TFZer Facebooking.

I went to make another mug of tea, noticing how kind Arthur Itis was to me. Got the kettle on, and took two photos from and of the same view, as best I could. I used the light and view-blocking thick window bottom ledge to rest the camera on.

The first one, I took in Night Landscape, and the second in Aperture Priority. I can’t make up my mind which one is the better one. Maybe the Aperture one? But I don’t know. My indecisiveness and wavering vacillations are annoying.

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I really must get some more graphics for page headers done on CorelDraw. I got the gone-cold tea replaced, and set to graphicalisationing.

Three hours later, I got just a few done, but I was feeling tired. Josie’s meal to do then as well, that is if she wants it today. She’s not told me she is going out, so I’ll do my Personal Chefing thing again. Tea and bikkies to be nibbled!

6Sat02aWhoops, Porcelain Throne visit first. Another hard, painful session, but no bleeding.

The legs, apart from being back to the pale anaemic-like again, and a little fluid retention, they looked okay.

Back to the Coreldrawing, and spent a few hours more creating January Dedicated day, the same theme for the whole month, but made them up with TFZers and Cyber-mates on each one for a laugh. January is the Alcoholics Detox Month. Hahaha!

2019 legDec29I got the oven on a low light for later, and back to the wet room to get the Ablutions sorted. I took the pin’s photo afterwards, and they had a lot more colour than the earlier one did. But then, I’d just had the shower, and the knees had been energetically rubbed with the Phorpain Gel. The light was on too. I’d also taken a sachet of the lemon Macrogol counter-constipation mixture. Rubbed-in Clobetasone and more Daktacort more cream were applied. As for the session, it went amazingly well! A few dropsies and the sock-glide battle was an honourable draw

WDP 2019B01AWD 128.0.128 Plus, I started to do some of the Physio exercises that do not require my bending down. I didn’t want to begin Dizzy Dennis off any worse! I fear the only real Whoopsie happened during the stretch and pull arms-torso lifts. I came back down and clouted the back of my hand on the sink! It made me jump a bit. Grumph! I stopped the physio exercises at this stage! Hehehe! All dressed, and made a cuppa, and on the computer again for a short time.

Just starting on the cooking, and the phone light lit and flashed. It was Sister Jane, who rang to see how I was going. She’d forgotten about my making the dinner for Josie to be delivered at midday each Sunday. Then again, it turned out later, so had Josie! Haha! A quick natter, and back to the cooking, hoping I had not left anything burnable, (faucets) taps running, or heat on that might burn something. I’ll ring her back later to find out what it is I have done wrong, failed to do, or should have done. (There’s always something, with Jane, but she cares, and that’s nice) I’ll ring her back later.

I got back to Josie’s nosh cooking, and then popped to her flat, and asked if she wanted the nosh today. ‘Oh yes, I’m just going in the shower!’ – Me, posh voice adopted: “It will be delivered in about 30-minutes, Modum!” served up. “It’ll only take me five minutes in the shower” she replied. I bowed and curtsied, (I shouldn’t have done that really, started Arthur Itis off in the knees, Tsk!) We both laughed, and I returned to the hovel, cooking and preparing her nosh.

35-minutes later, it was all done and delivered to her door.

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I’d added as treats, a can of G&T and Manner lemon wafers. Then a few chocolate coins. But Josie was not answering the door. I went back into my apartment and got the camera to take the above photo. A couple of minutes later, the gal appeared. “I was in the shower!” Ah, well! I explained I’d put too much demerara sugar in the peas, and she had BBQ mackerel and tuna with mayonnaise, and the cheesy potatoes had been made with white cheddar, butter and sea salt, and I thought it tasted nice. She said there was too much. I suggested she just ate what she fancied, I can take any back and get rid of it for you.

She handed me an Asda tray of green salad, I thanked her very much and took it away for later consumption. Hehe! We parted, but I fear her meal by then, was not going to be warm enough. Fingers crossed; she enjoys it.

Back and phoned Sister Jane. We had a chinwag and memories were prompted. Christine, her mam and dad, old Mr Holmes, the hell-hole where we lived. But all of what she was saying did not sink in. Thanks to Dizzy Dennis budging his way in, while we were talking. Blown if I can remember what she said she was having for lunch, yet I can recall thinking it sounded good? Can someone analyse that, please?

The potatoes were browned off a bit longer in the oven. I might not be able to cope with ultra-spicy food, but I do like well-browned cheesy spuds.

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I had some beef cobs, roast onions, peas beetroot and the extra-crispy cheesy mashed and roast potatoes. The garden peas that had been over-sugared couldn’t all be eaten, but the other things were okay. Gave this a flavour-rating worth 6.5/10. I’d run out of tomatoes, Humph!

I got the pots washed, with the company of Dizzy Dennis in attendance again. The dropsies began, and somehow, the delicate dropped items, like the mug, didn’t break!

I got the handwashing done. Jammie-trews, long sleeve shirt and socks. All done, wrung and hung to start drying.

Took the medications, got a bottle of orange juice made up, and off to the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. The one 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 and searched for my valuables, which he found and took.

WDP 13bLWD 128.0.128 Got the TV on, and intended to watch a film. But weariness, old age, and fatigue allowed me to fall asleep, and much-needed it was too! Unfortunately, this was not to be. First, the door chimes rang out, waking me up. I assume it was Josie, wanting to return the dinner accoutrements. Bless her!

WDP 13aLWD 128.0.128 A few minutes later, the landline-light flashed, and the bell rang out. Oh, dearie me! I had to struggle to get the limbs back into coordination, put up with the pain and discomfort, but I got free of the recliner, stood up, trod on the walking stick that had fallen oven and I’d not realised… and by then, the ringing of the phone stopped! I’m not the luckiest of senile old farts, you know! Haha!

By now, getting back to sleep was more laborious than doing a treble-cartwheel blindfolded with a broken leg! Well-pissed-of, I decided to make a brew. Extracting my bulbous wobbly-bellied body from the recliner again, painfully I might add; I went to the kitchen to be met with a beautiful view of the sky outside. I stumbled and fetched the camera to take these two shots of it.

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Bootiful, impressive! It made me forget the mishaps for a moment or two.

I didn’t bother making a brew after all but spent a while in awe, looking up at the sky.

Back in the recliner, but would sleep come? Would it ‘eck as! Grumph!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 28th December 2019: Dizzy Dennis rampant, unbridled, boisterous and persistent, today. Humph!

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Saturday 28th December 2019

Swahili: Jumamosi Tarehe 28 Desemba 2019

01Dec 28

23:45hrs: True to recent days form, I stirred in need of the Porcelain Throne. Which was a bit of a surprise, cause I had a large evacuation last night?

WDP Dec 26bWD 0.0.50 Well, I had the same this morning, but bloodier and more painful. I rose steadily from the raised seat, to wash and medicate things, and was so glad to find that the Dizzy Dennis attention had eased off from yesterday.

WDP 10R01WD 0.0.50 I went to the kitchen to make a brew, and sod-my-big-mouth, Dizzy Dennis returned. Humph! I was spinning in the head, and Saccades Sandra joined it. Both stayed for an extended visit this time. I struggled to make the tea without dropping anything, but I managed. The mist was forming outside, and I took a photograph of the view, in Night Panorama setting. I was amazed when the fog did not show up in the picture? I wondered if my spectacles had got misty. Hehe!

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WDPH01L4I got the Friday post updating done, during which a couple of times, the dizzies made me think I would fall off of the computer chair. This is not good! I pressed on and got the job finished and sent off to WordPress. Despite Dizzy Dennis and Saccades Sandra’s best efforts to confuse and deny me any typing ability or mind control! So there, take that Dennis and Sandra! I may be losing it here, I’m talking to my ailments now? Hahaha!

WDP 10R02L6Sat02aWD 0.0.50 I put the kettle on again, and another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived back! Oh, dearie me? Off to the wetroom, I limped, carefully, for Dizzy Dennis was in constant company with me now. The evacuation was another monster of a job, but less bleeding and pain this time with it. At least the pins (legs), had lost there yellow colouring, gone back to the pale-mode. Also, they looked all calm Clopidogrel and vein-wise. So, all is not bad.

WDP 003lWD 0.0.50 Back to the cookhouse room, to make my tea, and take the medications. The attentions of Dennis were persistent throughout. At times I was like a toddler hobbling about holding on to the stick and cupboards, doors anything soli. In my fear of going over. 

WDP 001 LaWD 0.0.50 It dawned on me, that the wee-wees were lacking this morning? Of course, as soon as this came into my mind, I needed one! And what different mode this one was. Had to create a new anacronym for it. This suits it; SBTSDWS (Started-Blasting-out-Then-Stopped-Dead-Within-Seconds). Barely a single drip followed afterwards either! Like a tap had been turned off. Something’s going wrong with the innard’s organs today? And as for Dizzy Dennis, he’s never been busier! Tsk!

I went on the WP Reader. Some great stuff published. Then I went on the TFZer Facebooking. During the Facebook session, ‘The Hum’ sounded louder, and almost like falling water? I got carried away, and spent four hours on Facebooking! Tsk!

Dizzy Dennis is still with me, although I think he is easing down a tad, I haven’t had a dose of dizziness now, in over three minutes! Humph! I got all mixed up when Facebooking trying to concentrate.

6Sat11I’ve got sudden phagomania now. I must have a look for something to eat for a late breakfast, but abstemiousness will be needed. I had the last of the pork pie and buttered milk roll with beetroot, apple and meat sticks, with caramelised onion chutney. It was enough for me not to need a proper meal, although this was as big as one. Went down well! 7.2/10 for flavour-rating. 

But suddenly, I was not feeling good at all. Dizzy Dennis and Hazy Hazel. So, I’m closing everything off and getting sat down to try and clear Dizzy Dennis, and my mental doldrums.

I’ll be back. I hope!

WDPh 01I sat there, wallowing in self-pity for hours trying to get to sleep. A sad old git, with lack of mind control and Dizzy Dennis, was dominant, even when I laid back in the £300 second-hand, c1968, recliner, in search of shuteye, rest or dormition. After what seemed a week, I nodded-off! I’m afraid I didn’t make it back to the torment of life, until 00:00hrs.

Inchcock Today – Friday 27th December 2019: Ah, Chinwagging returns. Yipee!

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Friday 27th December 2019

Zulu: NgoLwesihlanu 27 kuDisemba 2019

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wd 60.25.0 2 00:30hrs: I woke with the usual for the last few days, desperation for the Porcelain Throne! I bruised the leg getting out of the recliner with such haste (I was not going to let another accident happen like last week if I could avoid it!) I got there in time, but only just. An even bigger evacuation today! But no mess, and only a bit of bleeding, that I think came from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, so nothing to fret over. And, far less pain than yesterday. I washed and disinfected things, and feeling a tad-5Fri03smug, I poddled to the kitchen.

I got the medications imbibed, and made brew of flavourful Glengettie tea. Then pressed on with the updating of the Thursday post. Which cost me a few hours (6). The photos I’d taken in Winwood Court yesterday, and the lack of concentration (the brain was jumping all over a failing to concentrate) being the main causes. The finger’s and right-side neurotransmitter transmissions to the brain were working reasonably well this morning. Another possibly over-confident Smug-Mode adopted.

I went on Facebooking with the TFZ Zone. Answered a comment. And put some pictures from the Winwood Court session on Pinterest and Fac5Fri04ebook.

Made a brew and took the medications. Back to the computerisationing, made a start on this blog.

Then off to get the ablutions tended to.

The pins (legs) had gone almost yellow! Hehe! I 5Fri02think it must have been the colouring in the wetroom that caused this. Or the camera was set-up wrongly, or I was losing it.

Did some handwashing, done, wrung and hung. Took some gags to the waste chute. Got wrapped up and ready to go out. Had a panicky double and treble checking everything before leaving the flat.

Took some jars for recycling down with me, and met Steve, the caretakers at his door outside. We had a minute’s chinwagging. Then I poddled to the bus stop, and Cyndy joined me en route. As anticipated, a large gang of Winwoodonians were there. Jean-Mary, Penny, Chrissie, Joan, Welsh William, Big Pete etc. were chatting away.

I caught the Bestwood bound bus with a few others, all of them got off in Sherwood, apart from Jean-Mary and me. We had the usual hit & miss talk en route into Arnold.

5Fri10We both went into the Asda (Walmart) store. I was suffering from Dizzy Dennis’s attentions, and staggering about a bit, but pressed on, arriving later at the self-serve checkout. I noticed a new checkout system had been built, title Swipe & Go? I came out with vine tomatoes, wholemeal bread rolls, a milk roll loaf, two yoghourts, milk and cox’s apples. A lot of the food had gone up in price. Suddenly, the already costly £1.30 cobs were £1.35, the yoghourt had gone up, and I noticed many other goods on the shelves had increased in price?

5Fri08I paid up, left and made my way to the Fulton Foods shop. Where I spent a bit more on; sterilised milk (2), beetroot (2), Galaxy darker-milk chocolate bars with hazelnuts (8), Battered fish fingers and fishcakes (The meal for tonight?), and cooked beef misshapes £1.

wd 60.25.0 2 I paid the depressed-looking lady on the till and got the trolley bag filled and two carriers, one on each handlebar, evenly balanced. Which was a lot more than I was. Then Shaking Shaun joined us, the right leg and arm. This mad pushing the trolley to the bus stop an exciting event. Going over the pedestrian crossing, the shakes made me stop for a few seconds, or I would have tumbled over had I carried on, luckily no traffic was around at the time.

5Fri09I arrived at the bus stop, and Jean-Mary was sat in the shelter with her trolley. The first thing she said was: “Yo’ alright? yer don’t look too good?” She was right. I didn’t fell up too much at all. The journey on the bus back to the flats memory is a little thin. I’m sure I was nattering to someone as well as Mary-Jean, but can’t think who. Then I do remember waking up several times and nodding off again. Hehe!

Even the walk from the bus back to the flats and apartment is a little vague.

When I got inside, I do recall struggling to get the three-wheeler through the door, then my recollections become more distinct. Even though, Dizzy Dennis and peripheral neuropathy leg were I felt, warming up for a Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance (I was wrong, it didn’t).

Taking out the food to put away, I got the oven on and put in some fish cakes, then, ten minutes later, added the battered fish fingers, to ensure they would be cooked ready at the same time. Heated the peas in the saucepan, made up some milk Roll tomato sarnies, sliced apple and beetroot on the plate. I made up a bottle of spring water with a little added orange cordial.

Jane nowthen

The landline sounded and flashed, so I answered it. It was Sister Jane, asking if all was okay. She couldn’t get through to me earlier and rang Warden Deana. The mobile phone battery has had its chips, so she could not get through to me on that. Good of her to worry about me, bless her cotton socks.

5Fri11Served it up, and feasted fervently!  A decidedly worthy taste-rating of 7.5/10 given for this effort.

wd 60.25.0 2 I cleared things away and did the washing up, and as I got settled down to watch some TV, I had to suddenly visit the Porcelain Throne. For, in a 5Fri12word, a ‘Ginormous’ evacuation.

The pins looked almost normal! These photographs of my ever-changing legs, really ought to be on display in the Tate gallery you know! Hahaha!

The TV kindly did its thing quickly tonight.

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 25th December 2019: Dysphoria reinged today. Tsk!

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Wednesday 25th December 2019

Norwegian: Onsdag 25 Desember 2019

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WD 200.0.0 23:50hrs: I woke, pondered, tried and failed to get the mind functioning, passed-wind and realised (as is so frequent at my vivification times lately), the need for a wee-wee was my expergefactor. I roused the brain then the body, the body was the easier of the two to inspire into semi-life. Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were all taking a break, which cheered me a bit. You wouldn’t believe the ease with which I got out of the second-hand, £300, c1968 recliner! The right peripheral neuralgia leg was giving signs of a possible upcoming involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance routine. The tiny twitches were the signs.

I got to the overnight well-used, but I can’t remember doing so bucket. Another half-hearted, but slightly painful evacuation, of the PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode.

WDP 09aLWhile waiting for the dribble to terminate, I mused over the situation. If after five minutes of non-stop passing, I’d managed only a couple of fluid ounces; then how many times had I needed to get up and to have utilised the GPWWB overnight, to find it so full now? And, why do I not remember waking, getting up, wee-weeing, and getting my grossly-stomached body back in or onto the rickety recliner? Mind you, I did wonder why I found that I’d had left the walking stick on top of the clothes airer?

No tea-making this morning, I washed out and disinfected the bucket and returned it handily near the computer, and got the computer on to update the Tuesday blog. But my concentration was not good this morning at all. The neuropathy and autonomic nerves in the arm and hand were not playing up much, more the shoulder at the moment, but things can change. It’s the brain causing the aggro.

WDP 003bWD 200.0.0 After about an hour of updating, the usual sudden and urgent need for the Porcelain Throne arrived! I was not going to risk any delay, after the other day, so, I grabbed the stick and moved towards the door. Two or three supported paces and Arthur Itis came to life with a vengeance! Everything changed, the pain was chronic and stiffness too. But I had to get to the Throne at all costs. I limped on to the wet room.

No messing, dressing gown thrown off, PP’s down and got seated. Apart from the oversized amount, things went well. Hardly any bleeding, and what there was looked like it was from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Minimum pain as well. It was as good a session as could be expected. But the system did not clear things when I flushed it. So, hand filling the water box, I got it ready to go again, and this time it cleared things. Phew!

WDP 15R3Wed06WD 200.0.0 I got some fresh PPs on and noticed the old ankle ulcer wound was looking a bit lively if that is the word. A lot more colour in the pins as well. I got the camera and took a snap of the legs. On closer inspection, the ulcer didn’t seem so bad after all. The damned scary to look at thrombophlebitis and the deep vein arterial thrombosis (phlebitis) was getting prominent again. I got the Phorpain gel and gave both knees a jolly-good massaging with it, I’ll take an extra Codeine 30g as well.

It’s funny how easily and quickly things it can change from day-to-day. The blood papules and Clopidogrel maculations don’t seem to bad. When it came to me putting this picture on many hours later, I thought I might have a new ulcer coming underneath the old one? This may shortly mean a visit to the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic, a mouthful, but I love typing it for some obscure reason. Hahaha!

WDP 10R02L3Wed07Then, as I was washed and about to leave the wetroom, and it’s even harder for me to believe, but I spotted the camera lens cover that I had searched in the wet room for, four times to find last night! This is also worrying. Let’s look back over the last week, at the cock-ups from Inchcock. No, I’d better not, I feel an inefficacious, inferior, inefficient, inept, insalubrious idiot in life, as it is. No need to make myself feel even worse than I already do.

I spent many hours on the computer, making many errors, mistakes and correctionalisationing so often, it drove me mad.

Then, I had a visit from both Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, and that was the end of any rememberable events, as I settled for a sit-down and recuperative rest. Where I stayed for several hours, not being able to sleep due to the shakes of Shaun, and no chance of logical thought, thanks, Dennis!

I was just feeling ready for sleep as Shaun was easing off, and the landline flasher burst forth. I knew it had to be xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete, who else would know when to call at the optimum time to annoy me! I’m still convinced that when he damaged the recliner, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, that he fitted new clandestine CCTC cameras. He searched for my valuables, which he found and took. I got a bit of them back seven-months later, he had deposited some in his bank account for ‘Safe Keeping’, pawned some of the old bank-notes, and gave many of old coins to his favourite charity (?).

My part in the conversation was acataphasia-ridden, and with the brain not taking everything in, this is only a sketch of the conflab we had; Yesterday, the lad went to the hospital for his test results. NAL diagnosed (the final and longest section of the small intestine. It is attached to the colon). Ilieum Inftona (the third portion of the small intestine, between the jejunum and the caecum). It is slow-growing, and the doctors plan to do a yearly check on his colon. Which is not bad considering what it might have been. The thing that actually pleased the nihilist, was when they told him there were only 240,000 sufferers in the country. That’s done it! As if Pete needed proof of his individuality and Specialness! Hahaha! I was pleased for him, you’ll probably read in the Nottingham Post or hear on Radio Nottingham soon, Nottingham Man with a rare disease offers TV reporters a special-interview rate (£50 an hour) and tours around his home! (£55 plus VAT and £5 fro a cup of tea) Sorry, Pete, I couldn’t resist that!

My appetence for sleep was even stronger when I got back down in the recliner. My insomnia probably came from my nocturnality? Yet I did not actually feel too tired, just drained, depressed and a smidge of self-pity.

WDP 003lWD 200.0.0 At least this Christmas Day I’d got a phone call; I’d not seen or spoke directly with anyone of course, but this is perfectly normal, and I don’t think affected me low spirits at all. Then the facinorous ‘Thought-Blasting’ came again. Then Shaking Shaun returned to join Dizzy Dennis, at least this stemmed the flood of confusing fears, worries, regrets and self-justifications and vindications. But still no chance of any sleep, so I turned on the TV, to pretend to be a normalish person, and watch the traditional holiday film of Dicken’s, A Christmas Carol, with Alastair Sim as Scrooge. I’d watched it, I don’t know how many times since it was first made in 1951, but annoyingly I stayed awake all the way through! Humph!

Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun continued to batter my oleogustustic body. Sleep resisted my efforts. I’d been up for around fifteen hours now. Bored, missing my chinwags and hobbles, generally feeling crestfallen, dejected, down-in-the-dumps and so annoyed at myself for some reason, or reasons!

WDP 03LWD 200.0.0 I felt the need for the Porcelain Throne come on. Which, considering that all I’d had to eat was my traditional Christmas day very-large piece of pork pie all day? Out of the recliner, it was dodgy getting to the wet room, thanks to Dennis and Shaun. I then spent I don’t know how long, sat on the Throne, waiting for the action to start. I did my best, grunting and grimacing, had a go at the crossword book. Eventually, I gave-up, feeling trepidation, frustration and absumption. Had a wash, and weakly, I hobbled back to the recliner.

WDP 003cWD 200.0.0 Dropping the stick as I sat down, stubbed my toe against the recliner’s metal foot, and wanted to cry. But I didn’t. Instead, I left the stick where it had fallen, plumped onto the chair, I silently cursed life, and tried to nod off to sleep, again. Futility came to mind, accompanied by an acceptance of the situation?

WDP 003hWD 200.0.0 The stinging from the middle toe demanded some relief, so I rubbed in some of the Phorpain gel and then dropped the tube from my fingers as the finger-end neurotransmitters failed. I used the handily placed on the other seat kitchen towels, to wipe up the gel from the seat cover, floor my stomach and legs. Of course, bending down to get the gel off of the carpet, merely set-off Dizzy Dennis again, who had been calm, as the stubbed toe replaced him in the urgency stakes.

Depression and exasperation reigned, mangling their way deeply through, into my grey-cell box.

I hope for a better day, tomorrow.