Inchcock Today – Tue 26 Mar 2019: Not one of my betterer days. Humph!

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2019 Mar 26

Tuesday 26th March 2019

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23:55hrs. I woke and immediately found myself frantically fumbling my way out of the ci1968 second-hand, £300 rickety, rusty recliner; and taking the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket).

wd 255.102.0 Where I discovered that the wee-wee mode had changed to that of being an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee). By the time I had readjusted things ready to take the EGPWWB off to be cleansed and sanitised, I needed another further session! The stinging and tingling was a lot worse this morning. And yet, the legs felt and looked like most of the fluid retention had gone? I hobbled to the kitchen with the bucket and antisepticated it, in readiness for what was obviously going to be further heavy use later on.

I collected the tray and plate from the main room where I’d left it last night, and washed them up. There were no signs of any Nocturnal-Nibbling. Smug-Mode Adopted!

wd 255.102.0 Got the sphygmomanometer out, and had to nip to the wet room for a wee-wee and to use the Porcelain Throne. The rear-end evacuation went okay. But, Little Inchies Lesion was leaking, stinging and painful for some reason, overuse probably. Tsk! Back to get the Health Checks done. Sys 154, Dia 80, Pulse 88 and Temp 35°.

Got the computer on and updated yesterday’s blog. With all the farces and photographs taken, this took me aeon. Four wee-wees later, all SSPWWs. I finally got the blog posted off, and went on the WordPress reader.

I actually fancied some chips for breakfast, But, I refrained, abstained, resisted and went on the food-wagon in shame at myself! Smug Mode increased to Super-Smug-Mode!

I made a start on this post. The top of the page Morning’s Rhyme of Thoughts just flowed from the brain for once! After one more wee-wee and about an hour or so, the need for another Porcelain Throne session arrived. Again, the evacuation was okay, but the following wee-wee was for a change, of the ELDWWIEEWW (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-will-it-ever-end-wee-wee) style. I got a feeling of deja vu, as I got out the Victoria Wood biography to read, and completed several pages before I dared move and was moderately confident that things had completely finished. Luckily, they had. Phew!

wd 255.102.0 I got the camera and took some shots of the pins (Legs). Only the area around where the leg-ulcer gave cause for concern. The different pigmentation and white spots might be the ulcer beginning to return. The ankle did this before the sore appeared nine weeks ago? The usual one leg more fluid-filled than the other, but not so markedly today. If the Tate gallery is interested in financing me, so they can use these photographs as part of a display, just let me know. They are better than a pile of bricks, surely? Bringing my legs to put on show at the gallery, will cost more of course. And also, if any medical laboratories are interested? Thank you!

 

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I went to make a fresh brew of tea, and get some biscuits to dunk for breakfast. A quick diversion to the EGPWWB for an ELDWWIEWW (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-will-it-end-wee-wee) style wee-wee. Washed the dandies and got the brew and Scottish Highland biscuits.

I shot some snaps with the newer camera, from the unwanted new kitchen windows. That cannot be reached to be cleaned, and are light and view-blocking.

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Back to the computer after an ELDWWIEWW.

The doorbell chimed-out. T’was Riechsführeress Commanding Officeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana, to check the Wrist Alarm with the NCH Control.

I was advising her of my problems with the Glide and socks, and telling her about the nerves problems in the legs.

wd 255.102.0 I was a bit embarrassed as I had not done any ablutions and was in my jammie-bottoms, because of how bad I felt. The dizzies kept visiting. Then the chimes rang out again. Marvellous innit, for eleven days one does the ablutions, shaving, etc. early, the one day you don’t feel like bothering, Two people call at the flat! The second caller was an engineer to check on the length of cable from the heater to the plug.

wd 255.102.0 I still dare not go out, because of the wee-weeing and Dizzy Dennis. I ain’t too good at all. The Doctor must listen to me on my next visit.

I made an order from Ocado, for delivery for tomorrow.

I went on CorelDraw to do a few more page top graphics. Three wee-wees and three hours later, the fatigue set in. Which was a little worrying, as I had not done ‘owt over-physical all day?

Took the medications and got the oven on for the chips or waffles whichever I decide on having. Dizzy Dennis visited, the first time for hours.

2Tue10Feeling right depressed and weary now, not really knowing why, apart fro, persistent Dizzy Dennis, maybe.

Got the nosh sorted out. I couldn’t even be bothered about buttering the bread.

I ate it, but got little enjoyment from doing so, this is not me at all!

The wee-wees seem to have got far less now.

TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Fri 22 Mar 2019:

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2019 Mar 22

Friday 22nd March 2019

Africaans: Vrydag 22 Maart 2019

WD 0.0.194b 23:25hrs. I woke with a fleeting flash of fleek memories of the dream I had been enjoying so much. The mind lost concentration for a moment, while the Sock-Glide equipment took over for a few seconds, and I looked forward to getting the metal frame and socks from the Chemist next week. Try as I might, I could get back in touch with the dreams memories after that! It didn’t half nark me. Proper irked I was!

5Fri001WD 0.0.194b The moment I attempted to heave my heavily-stomached, plump, wobbly torso and bloated legs from the ci1968, haemorrhoid bothering and making bleed worse, second-hand £300 rickety recliner, boy, the pains from the ankles were not friendly at all.

It was then I realised I had not followed the instructions of the nurse at the leg ulcer clinic yesterday, to desist from wearing socks in bed! The most galling part of it was that there is only me to accept the blame! I then spent a few moments lambasting and chastising myself, and showing self-contempt, using a few well-chosen, if naughty, silent words! If anyone else had said to me, what I uttered to myself, I would have probably cried! Tsk!

5Fri002WD 0.0.194b I was getting to my feet when a wee-wee caught me out. I had to run to the wet room, as I had put away the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket), with me not needing it for a couple of days or more now. But the Wee-wees were back now, and not messing about. A spillage occurred on my way to the wet room. Now not only was I annoyed with myself, but embarrassed with humiliating myself! Self-disgusted! Good job I have plenty of the PPs (Protection Pants). I had a good clean-up in between my wincing and muttering to myself. I got the EGPWWB, disinfected it and placed it near the computer chair, in readiness for what I believed would be many more mini-quick-needed usages to be made of it. I decided not to go out today at all, better safe than sorry.

Dressed and to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and made a brew of tea. Got the kettle on and had to respond to the call to the Porcelain Throne. At least this evacuation wasn’t too bad. Washed and made the brew.

Health Checks okay I think. Sys 150 – Dia 70 – Pulse 89 and temp 34.2.

Next, on the way to the computer with the mug of tea, the need for the EGPWWB returned. I only just got to it in time, despite it only being four foot away from me! An SSPPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful-Wee-wee).

I got the appointment dates put on the Google Calendar. Next Tuesday workmen visit, The Leg Ulcer checks and a reminder for me get the frame and socks from the chemist. I also sent an Email requesting the next INR Warfarin blood test for a week on Tuesday, not heard anything back yet. (Later heard it was for 07:15hrs, sent a that is alright, thanks Email back).

I got on with updating yesterdays hectic happenings on the diary. With so much, having happened, and so many photographs taken, it took me until around 04:40hrs to get I all finished and posted off. Only two wee-wees needed while doing this, both of the same SSPPWW variety.

I went onto the WordPress Reader section.

Nearly got caught out with a wee-wee then, Phew!

Prepped din-dins. Battered chicken, chicken min-sausages. Sweet & sour sauce, added tomatoes. I lost the photo that I took, from SD card into the ether! Humph!

Medications were taken. Wee-wee.

WD 0.0.194b A cracking Shaking Shaun session put an end to doing anything but sitting down. Which is just what I did.

I woke up much later, unaware of what had taken place.

Inchcock Today – Sun 10 Mar 2019: Roll on Monday. Hehe!

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2019 Mar 11

Sunday 10th March 2019

Moari: Rātapu 10 o Maehe 2019

2016-06-14 11.28.2301:05hrs. When I woke, I found it hard to believe how long I had slept for, considering all the hours I nodded off for yesterday. At least I was in a slightly better mood with myself this morning. The self-depreciation had eased off a bit, and I thought today might bring forth a better frame of mind and less anguish. My thoughts were still Farmisht, but for some reason, I was living with them more comfortably? Probably, most likely, due to my defeatist relinquishing and renouncing of any hopes of improvement in my sepulchral, bleak existence.

WD128.0.0 I fear that the Grumps, Kvetching and Curmudgeoning modes will take-over later, from my usual acceptingly-placid, go-with-the-flow style. My EQ tells me this. But I pray it is wrong for once.

After my few minutes mournful, morning-musings, I extracted my most abdominous, overheavy, bloated legs and stomached body from the second-hand, £300, ci 1968 rickety recliner, and gained a semi-perpendicular stance. I’m glad to report that the nocturnal-activities had not involved any nibbling or dropping, scattering items on the carpet for me to tread on this time.

Over to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). The release was just a trickle, and the bucket had not been used overnight. I thought I’d be able to safely empty and clean it and then store it away now.

7Sun03Especially after I checked the legs. The gnarling of the knees had lessened, they were both of the sameish colour, though they had moved positions again. Ha-ha!

I thought I could see an outline of a chicken on one of the knees after taking this photo, The right one as you look at the picture) I can’t find it now. Tsk!

Cleaned and stored the EGPWWB handily in the kitchen, in plain unobstructed view, just in case.

Got the hemadynamometer and thermometer out, to carry out the Health Checks. But was side-tracked by the call to the Porcelain Throne.

WD128.0.0 I was caught out with the amount of bleeding from Hammorhoid Harold. The evacuation went well, and I read a page or two of the Victoria Wood biography. I cleansed and applied some Germoloid Cream, gently. Hehe! Put some new PPs on, and wrapped the used ones in the bag supplied.

WD128.0.0 Back to the Health Checks. Again I was surprised, at the readings all round really. Sys up, Dia down, and pulse up! I wish I could fathom out why this is.

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I made a brew of the deliciously-strong Glenghettie Assam tea and swallowed the medications, tablets, capsules, and medicines. No injections this morning, and no Furesomide needed (I hope).

On to the computer, to update the Saturday post. This lasted for only a few minutes, and a second-demand for the Porcelain Throne interjected. A bit soon after the first one? 

WD128.0.0 As I stood up to make my way to the wet room, I knew from the wet-warm sensations from the front and back of the PPs, I was in trouble! And I was right, I’m afraid. The evacuation itself was fine, but Haemorrhoid Harold’s and Little Inchies fungal lesion had been ensanguining worse than I can remember for a long time. There followed a marathon, painful and worrying ten-minutes or more, of cleaning and medicationalisationing to the tender areas included applying; Dakacort nitrate hydrocortisone and Allantoin, Lidocaine Hydrochloride. (All right, blood stopper and pile cream, Hehehe!). Changed the PPs again. Good job my mate Michael helps me out with these!

Back to my blogging. I got the diary finished and sent off to WordPress. During doing this, I needed only one wee-wee. That was again, a drip-drip affair. Why have things changed so quickly on the wee-weeing side? I was beginning to let myself get uptight again, with all these irregular ailments kicking off and bleeding so much, and my not understanding why.

To the kitchen to make another brew, and could see many emergency vehicle blue lights nearby. By the time I’d fetched the camera, they had all gone or been turned off. So I took these shots of the general view.

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Back on the computer and made a start on this blog. Checked the Emails and a weather warning was received… Snow in Nottingham! Warning in place Between 3 am, and 11 am on Sunday 10th March. Snow Warning Nottinghamshire The Post put this picture up of the same day last year.

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Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun overcame me, quite suddenly. I sat down in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and fell asleep.

Sister Jane rang, it was a terrible connection, that cut-off after a couple of minutes. Jane rang back, still a bad line, but we struggled through for a few minutes, then I lost her again.

Went to make a brew, feeling more in line with things now that the ailments have cleared.

Did the Health Checks, and suddenly felt so tired? Confusing me today. The wee-wee’s being so few and of no power, just a trickle? Dennis and Shaun, the bleeding, my feeling so weary as such a decent sleep as well? My not feeling hungry as well, all doing my confidence no benefit. But still, hey-ho, I’m still here.

JPIceskateI rang Jane back and although still a struggle to hear everything she commanded and lambasted me for, at least we didn’t lose the connection this time. During this telephone-chinwag, I discovered I was overeating, too much bread and must cut-it-out. The buses being cut-back will make me walk further and be good for me. And… oh, I’ve forgotten the last telling off subject… Hahaha!

I put this photo in to cheer them up and make up for my bending of Jane’s words. Hehe! A dashing looking couple!

I thought of something I can usually eat easily for the not-felt-like-eating meal. Thought I do some oven chips tomatoes and a slice or two of the small milk roll bread, I should manage to eat it if made only a few chips.

Off to the kitchen, and Oh boy, was it snowing out there. I took some photographs.

I decided I could not face anything to eat yet, so I made a brew and watched some TV instead. Naturally, I fell asleep once more. Woke up needing the Porcelain Throne. An easier evacuation this time. Washed and got the Health Checks done, then I took two more weather pictures. They stick out don’t they, the last two? I’ve put them all together here. These later ones were taken with the newer camera.

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7Sun25Got the nosh served up, such as it was.

Took the evening medications with the fodder. 

I had planned, to make a list of the medications ready for the leg ulcer clinic, and do the ablutions to save time in the morning before I go to the blood test at the surgery.

But, I fell asleep – yet once more! This old age is a drag. Now it seems I’m licenced to fall asleep anywhere, anytime! Grumph!

 

 

Inchcock – Fri 1 Mar 2019: A disheartening, demoralising, off-putting Friday. Ah-well!

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2019 Mar 01

Friday 1st March 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sul 3 Mawrth 2019

WD 0.0.0a 01:25hrs. I woke to find a tenacious vagueness and strong-minded indeterminateness, had commandeered control of the grey-cells! (I like that phrase, makes me sound semi-intelligent. Hehe!) Joking aside, the first few hours after waking, had a murkiness of thought, and the mind did wander off of its own accord at times. Causing me to do some very odd stuff, and get things out of their usual timings and actions for a couple of hours or so, etc.

I lay there on the £300 second-hand, ci. 1968 recliner, for a long time, trying to get the brain-box into a usable state. Somehow, rather worryingly, I just did this without any feelings or concerns; I just seemed to accept this as usual, almost.

The first task on my getting out of the recliner was to make for the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket. Which I found to have been well used, but I could not recall having any nocturnal wee-wees? After the evacuation, I (Almost in autopilot mode) took the bin to the wet room and cleaned and disinfected it. 

WD 0.0.0a Drying off the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. And it could not have come at a more convenient time, for it was indeed an urgent and sudden one! Had I not been stood one pace away from the throne, I definitely would not have made it in time!  It was all over in 4Thu20seconds, with a strong tinge of green prominent. The bottom was sore.

I wondered if last nights ready made Morrison ‘The Best’ Hock, Leek & Potatoe Gratin might have been the cause? I checked the contents on the label. But, the writing was so microscopic. Even with the reading glasses on, I could not decipher the wording. A failed search for the spy-glass followed. So, I still don’t know. I have another one in the fridge,  might be on the safe side and throw it away, or give it to someone… no, that would not be fair. I’ll dish it; I think, just in case.

I got the computer going, downloaded the photos and got them ready to use. Then instead of updating and finishing posting yesterday’s blog, for some unknown reason, I found myself starting today’s diary?

After an hour or so, I realised that I had not taken the medications or done the Health Checks yet either. Klutz! So, did them (Well not really, but at the time I thought I had).

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Sys well up, as was Pulse, and Temp. 

Back on the computer, I intended to have a go at finalising the Thursday post, but went back to updating this one? The fuzzy wayward brain had not cleared yet, then. Tsk!

I was summoned back to the Porcelain Throne and did not delay in my response, straight to the wet room. A repeat style of evacuation. This time, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding. A lot of painful medicating and cleaning-up was needed in all departments. Now, at last, the brain accepted that things were not good. I applied the Cortiscorticosteroid cream carefully. Then I had a check of the pin’s condition.

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Well, well, well, look at how the pins (legs) have gone now. Right leg far more filled with fluid than the left one, top and bottom. The right ankle had lost fluid, and the left had gained it? But, the mystery wound looked to be clearing up. Apart from an apparently new little growth in the centre? Well, it stops me getting bored with the ailments, at least. It was now that I realised I was having no bother (Apart from Duodenal Donald) from Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Kidney Ache Kevin, Back-Pain-Brenda, Hernia Harry or any other of the ailments! The brain seemed to be regaining some control now!

Got a wash-up, and went to the kitchen to make a brew of tea.

5Fri004WD 0.0.0a I decided to use the new Nikon camera to make a panorama shot of outside. I opened the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window. But yet again, I failed to get the camera to accept making a wide shot! Grrr! Why this is I don’t know. I think I am having problems with the gentle shakes in the hands as I move the camera, perhaps?

WD 0.0.0a So, I got the step ladder, climbed up and knocked the dodgy knee as I did so! The straight-ahead shot of the skyline was done with ease. But the leaning out over the stupid wide ledge they have fitted to the unwanted windows made it difficult, if unsafe really.

I’d like to know what Nottingham City Homes has against old photographers! Hehehe!

I can see the headlines now: Bald little fat pensioner photographer falls from 12th-floor! Camera get broken. The funeral is on Tuesday next at 0145hrs. Camera for sale: Nikon Coolpix B700, slightly damaged – offers considered. An underused brain, Cancer ridden bladder, Part-used mechanical heart valve, misshaped jointed patella, walking sticks, dodgy kidney, and an assortment of medications. Also, a sphygmomanometer, shrivelled prostate, 30fluid ounces of Warfarin infected blood (ready bagged-up), ready-filled Enoxaparin hypodermics, plastic/polyethlene hip, Stent, various creams and lotions, jaw with only four teeth, nineteen pairs of spectacles, thermometers, and hearing aids are now available for laboratory experiments. Hahaha!

I was not too impressed with the new cameras results either. Grump-Mode-Engaged!

Back to the computer. An hour or so later, Anne Gyna began to give me some stick – then I realised I had also forgotten to take the medications!

5Fri007aBack to the kitchen and took the tablets and medicines.

WD 0.0.0a I made a mug of tea. This was when I realised how hot the ageing kettle is now getting, as the water boils. Ah, well, as Timothy Schaffert, in The Coffins of Little Hope, said: “I thought it such a shame that our culture had not devised a way to defang old age. A sophisticated civilization wouldn’t ridicule senility, it would elevate it, worship it, wouldn’t it? We would train ourselves to see poetry in the nonsense of dementia, to actually look forward to becoming so untethered from the world. We’d make a ceremony of casting off our material goods and confining ourselves to a single room, leaving all our old, abandoned space to someone new, someone young, so that we could die alone, indifferent to our own decay and lost beauty.” I think he has a point. Huh!

Back to the computer, and as the brain seemed to have improved, I updated this blog to here, then got on with finishing off the Thursday post. Beit belatedly.

All done by 0645hrs.

Went on the WP reader and sent some photographs to Pinterest. Took the eighth wee-wee of the morning. All were of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) classification.

Made another mug of tea. Made a Vegemite sarnie and got a bag of Marmite crisps for brekkers.

Did the Health Checks and midday meds.

Went on TFZer and Facebooking putting on photos.

From here on everything is a vague, confused memory until around 1500hrs. I assume that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun had had a go at me.

WD 0.0.0a I ‘came-out-of-it’ around this time, and returned to semi-awareness. I was sat in the computer chair (lucky I had not fallen out of it, really).

Got the battered fish fingers and fries cooking in the oven, then I did the Health Checks, and took the medications. I felt so tired.

1Mon99bHad a marathon LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee), and a wash.

Served up the fodder. Chestnuts, battered fish fingers, mushrooms, tomatoes, fries, and onions.

WD 0.0.0a I was in the recliner with the nosh in the tray on my knee and had turned on the TV to watch ‘Boon’. I nodded off, waking to the closing title screen scrolling. I finished the bits on the plate and picked up those that had fallen off the tray.

‘Pie in the Sky’ started, and I nodded-off several times, before giving up.

Another wasted day.

Tsk!

 

 

Inchcock – Thursday 7th February 2019: The day started off well – then got worserer and worserer, mentally and medically! Humph! Tsk!

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Thursday 7th February 2019

Finnish: Torstai 7. Helmikuuta 2019

GCPram23:40hrs: Woke and tried my best to recall a dream I’d been having. About childhood and schooldays I think, I can’t recall any detail at all, but have the ‘feeling’ that I didn’t enjoy it.

The urgent call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so I manipulated my grossly stomached body from the £300 second-hand 1968 recliner, and off to the WC. Amazingly, I had little bother getting free of the chair, standing up or hobbling to the wet room at all!

GC scowl Wd BLACK Got settled on the Throne, the evacuation took all of three seconds and was a right messy-sloppy affair. But this did not grab my attention much at the time, because the moment the movement began, Back-Pains-Brenda kicked-off around the kidney area, lower back on the right, and has stayed with me on and off all day! It feels like an intense but dull aching pain, no stabbing, just persistent while it lasts, and that varies from ten minutes to an hour or two? What next! Oy gevalt! I rubbed plenty of the Phorpain Gel into the area, but do not have a lot of faith in it doing much to relieve the situation. I dare not take any extra painkillers, cause I’m on my maximum allowed at the moment. What with Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis’s knees and the left ankle and heel; now being joined by Brenda-Back-Pain and the kidneys. I wonder if the back pain is splanchnic? And boy, am I tired all the time lately! At least I got to book an appointment with Dr Vindla for next Thursday. I hope things don’t viliorate in the meantime. But I suspect my own senescence will be the cause of whatever this new debilitating ailment turns out to be.

Got the porcelain cleaned up and disinfected, washed the dandies, felt sorry-for-myself and went to get the Health Checks done. As like yesterday, I was getting the accoutrements gathered, and had to have a wee-wee again. Today, they seem to be of the SSNSWW (Short-Sharp-No-Sensation-Wee-wee), variety, up to now, anyway.

Back to the kitchen again.

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4Thu01At least the Sys and Dia had come down a good bit. The temperature had gone up a tad. Not that I fully understand it all yet. As for the weight, I’d sooner not mention that; else it will get Sister Jane annoyed and set her off on one her ‘Shame-Inchcock-For-being-Fat-Missions’ again! Hehe! 

Got the medications taken, and had to trot back to the wet room for another Porcelain Throne session. Tsk!

4Thu02Another super-quick, spurty, liquified, messy evacuation.

Checked out the pins (legs). They seemed to have far less fluid in them this morning. Still misshaped and rock hard though. And now, the left leg is bigger than the right one – opposite to yesterday. Confusing, innit?

I can see an unhappy face just above the Arthur Itis affected left knee in this photo, it even seems to have a moustashe! Can you? Hehehe! 

I started to update and finalise the unhappy Wednesday blog. Got it finished and posted off and went on the WordPress Reader. Then caught up with the comments.

I caught up with Facebooking, which took a long time, a really long time with all the photos I’d missed putting on the albums. Klutz!

I gorrit done, eventually, Phew! Now I’ll get some brekkers! Had some porridge.

Got the ablutions done, and sorted out the nibbles and prizes for the Social Hour and got them in the bag.

4Thu03aWd BLACK The pins and ankle were starting to kick off again. Ah, well!

The drizzle looked threatening, but not to me, I was only going to the Social Hut today. Cause I didn’t feel all that good. Poor old thing, Hehe!

Took the black bags to the waste chute, and set off down in the lift and out onto Chestnut Walk.

4Thu04Angela was waiting to go out, I got the umbrella out and covered her as we hobbled in the rain to the hut. I turned to take a photo of Woodthorpe and the New Winwood Court and the Oberstgruppenführer Wardens new holding-cells and offices.

I got in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon lecture room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like China crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. A good crowd today, but I with my feeling under the weather and the damned legs giving grief I was struggling. Then Dizzy Dennis joined in the ‘Let’s give Inchcock more pain’ brigade.

I feel sure I enjoyed most of the meeting, but memories are not specific. Jenny I recall was on good form, bless her. I think I left early, cause I found photographs that triggered memories in the morning.

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I got in and did two Health Checks straight away, and took the medications early, cause my EQ told me I was about to fade alertness-wise and this means memory blanks. Feeling-sorry-for-myself-Mode-Engaged. Tsk!

4Thu08I grabbed something to eat, eggs, sausages and bread with a dessert while I was still awake and aware.

I know this cause I found this photo on the SD card in the morning.

The wee-weeing seems to have stopped altogether, don’t know if that is good or bad, cause the legs are filled up and hard, still?

4Thu09I do vaguely recall taking this beautiful shot of the sky later. I think.

I fell asleep at a ridiculous time and just kept on waking up, the TV on, nodding off, waking up, nodding off, waking… well, you get the idea.

Terrible night!

I must get all this written down, to tell the Doctor about things.

TTFN.

Inchcock – Wednesday 6th February 2019: Stuck indoors day, started fairly good, ended badly. Hey-Ho!

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2019 Feb 06

Wednesday 6th February 2019

Icelandic: Miðvikudagur 6. Febrúar 2019

WD 102.0.74 23:25hrs: I woke and almost automatically checked to see how far off the Emergency Grey Bucket was away from the £300 second-hand, 1968 rickety recliner I was perched half-on, half-off of, it was. I felt the twinges from Back-Pain-Brenda as I attempted to move my onerously overlarge body into the getting up position, it dawned on me that I didn’t need a wee-wee at all! Amazed I was, well, until I remembered I had not taken a Furesomide tablet yesterday. The pins felt very hard this morning, so I must have one today. But it was nice not to have to keep getting up regularly to utilise the bucket overnight, and I felt more rested than I have for many a morning.

I got up on my feet pretty quickly and went to do the Health Checks. As is usual lately, the call came for the Porcelain duties as I got out the paraphernalia to do the checks. A messy evacuation, but at least there was no blood loss from the front or rear end. Cleaned things up and washed the dandies.

Back into the kitchen.

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3Wed01aWD 102.0.74 Well, I was surprised to see how the Sys had gone down such a lot, but the Dia had gone up a lot as well!

I must see if I can find out what this means on the internet. If I put in Sys 132 – Dia 84 okay? Later, I might get some indications about it. I’m waffling again, Sorry.

I decided to get this done straight away, while it was in my head and not gone off into the 3Wed05ether, like so much stuff tends to do nowadays. Humph!

WD 102.0.74 This reading was almost in the pre-high band I think. It was the rest of the week’s readings that were in the red completely! Oh dear! Bamboozlement, confusion, and uncertainty now reign’s within my admittedly limited brain box! I suppose, because the Sys has been so high for so long, I began to accept it as usual? I’ve kept a copy of the graph to use.

Every time the nurse or doctor take my blood pressure, it seems to be alright? More Mysteries of  Tenant of and his Woodthorpe Court flat that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the space/time continuum! (Thanks to Tim Price – author of this perfect description of me and my home!) Hehehe!

WD 102.0.74 Back to the kitchen and took the medications, including, very bravely I thought; a Furesomide tablet. Taking a mug of tea with me back to the computer, I got a second calling to the Porcelain Throne! The one was really extra messy. What’s going on? Made worse by some bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion.

I had a check of the pins. I’m sure there is less 3Wed001fluid in them than yesterday, or not as the case may be. I got my socks on, but the legs were just as hard to bend and get up and the hosiery on as they were yesterday. A couple of new papsules had appeared, yet others had disappeared. More Mysteries!

Back again to the computer and the now cold tea. Oy Vey!

Went to make another brew. I got the cleaned and refreshed Emergency Grey Bucket relocated in a handy position near the computer just in case.

And boy, was I glad I had done so five minutes later when the first of many wee-wees arrived. An extremely long hose-pipe-blasting splash-back-creating painful one, it was. I was worn out by the time it stopped. Haha! All following wee-wees were of the SNSWWs (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wees) class. Which can be tricky when you are unsure if things have finished or not! There were plenty of them throughout the day. A good job I have no appointments that need me to go out, far from the bucket or a WC! Hopefully, when the legs get used to the medication again, the wee-wees might become less frequent? I hope!

3Wed03I pressed on with the long job of updating the Tuesday post. I didn’t get it finished until around 05:50hrs, I think it was. It was getting light by the time I went to make a brew again. (All the others I made went cold, Tsk!)

My hands suddenly went from a reddish colour to a pale whitishness? Why? More Mystery!

07:30hrs: Eventually I around to starting today’s blog going. When I heard the oddest sounds. Bleep, bleeping and Pheow, pheow sounds? I checked around each room, and even got on the step ladder so I could see out from the kitchen window – but nothing seen as to the cause of these noises? Didn’t sound like anything the workmen have been making?

I had still not a mug of tea, so an hour or so later, I went to get one. Tap, tap and knock knock this time from Herberts flat above. So, I assumed Big John (Herbert) was building one of his toys, or the workmen were in his flat doing something and didn’t bother about the annoying concentration destroying niggling tap tapping.

I went on the Morrison site and took some things off of my order, and added a couple of others. The tap-tapping tuned to drilling noises, so now I know it is the workmen above. I gave up trying doing the blog altogether.

Got some brekkers sorted. Sweet and Sour Porridge… hahaha! Only joking!

Sister Jane rang as I started to eat it. (I said that her Pete had left a CCTV camera in the flat didn’t I? Hahaha!)

After I had received my instructions, reprimanded for eating too many potatoes and bread, then been told off for not cleaning out the spare room. I was saved any more excoriations, by of all things another timely intervention of an SNSWW, that needed an immediate response. Utilised the Emergency Grey Bucket.

Finished the now cold breakfast, and went in to get the potato in the oven.

WD 102.0.74 Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis had a sudden go at me, and I began to feel so unwell, especially with Back-Pain-Brenda in the kidney area as well.

WD 102.0.74 I managed to get the nosh sorted, but I’d put the potato in the oven and not turned it on! I found out when I went to check to see how the spud was coming along. What a Nebekh!

Turned it on and with my concentration shattered by the pain, I just sat watching clips on YouTube for about two hours till the potato was ready to be cut in half and be mixed with the cheese, then returned to the husks and back in the oven to brown off. With intermissions of course to utilise the Emergency Grey Bucket!

3Wed28Despite feeling so rotten, I ate nearly all of it up.

Had to get up for another SNSWW.

Washed the pots, and sat down and just drifted off into the land of Nod.

Amazingly, I slept through for about five hours, without waking for a wee-wee!

 

Inchcock – Friday 1st February 2019: Horrible day, Tsk!

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Friday 1st February 2019

Corsican: Venerdì 1 di Frivaru 2019

23:45hrs: I woke, and after the brain had found and engaged its first-gear, I seemed to feel in fine fettle, mentally. I was up and out of the ageing 1968 second-hand rickety recliner and into the kitchen in at such a rapid-rate-of-knots, it surprised me. I was cheered with finding the hot water was back on again, and no demands for any wee-wees yet either.

I set about doing the Health Checks.

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5fri001No dramatic changes noted to the readings this morning.

I took the medications and medicines and got the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie strong tea.

wd 0.0.30 Then, the first wee-wee of the day arrived, with little warning. Luckily, the emergency grey plastic bucket was close to hand to be utilised. This was an LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee).

5fri002wd 0.0.30 After which, just as unexpectedly and urgent as the wee-wee, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

Off I went to the wet room (I must have looked like a shortened fatter version of John Cleese doing a funny walk. Hehe!). The evacuation went very smoothly and unmessily.

Although a slight reluctance to be freed from the rear-end was indicated.

But this gave me a 5fri003achance to read some more of the sad, yet fascinating Victoria Wood biography.

I checked the pins. Fluid retention seemed to have gone down from last night, and a new papsule and welt had appeared. Still, it keeps the interest going, dunnit? Haha!

The left wrist began to itch like crazy, and I could not help but scratch away at it for ages. No marks on the skin? It felt a little like I had worms wriggling in the arm? It ultimately stopped bothering me and has not come back again.

Back to the kitchen and disinfected the little emergency grey bucket and left it handily placed twixt the kitchen and front room. (What me, fall over it? Ahem!)

I made a start on the Thursday blog. It took around five hours to get it done. Partly because of the number of things that had taken place yesterday, that I needed to recall, and the abysmal, wretched appalling performance of the Liberty-Global Virgin Media connection! 

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Would you buy a second-hand car from him?

I decided on some (Which shamefully turned out to be far more than planned – [Shame Mode Adopted] Tsk!) Scottish Shorties and another mug of tea for brekkers. Nice! Had an LHBLWW and back on the computer, to make a Morrison order for next week.

wd 0.0.30 The following hours were spent battling Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, I’m afraid. Memories are patchy.

5Fri34I found on the morning that the medications had been taken, so that was good.

I did have a meal though, because I found this terribly blurred photograph on it in the camera too.

Recalling taking the meds and doing the meal is impossible. But I’d filled in the result sheets?

A bad few hours. Tsk!

I had nodded off and woke up, feeling a lot better, but not right. (That about covers it, Huh!) I checked the place for stove, taps, light dangers, it seemed I had left nothing on that I shouldn’t have.

Reflux Roger was in as bad a mood as he has ever been.

Ah, well! TTFN.

Inchcock – Mon 21 Jan 2019: Terrible start to the day. Got betterer, light and heater mended. So tired!

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Monday 21st January 2019

Icelandic: Mánudagur 21 Janúar 2019

WDP001B 00:00hrs. I stirred into a shambolic simulation of life, with the old mind in a state of worryingly mental-mayhem this morning. I was addlepated, muddleheaded and the fretting, panicking and confusions reigned, tormenting the brain somewhat for a while. Slowly the mind semi-focussed, and I saw the tray with the dirty plate and cutlery on the side chair. Signs of nocturnal nibbling were scattered around: an empty crisp packet, a jelly baby in the folds of my stomach, and a sucker wrapper in the waste tub, along with an empty desert pot! Oh, dear! This meant I must have got up out of the £300 second-hand rusty recliner during the night, and gone into the lightless kitchen to fetch the food, surely? But I could recall nothing of doing so at all?

WDP001B An extemporaneous and sudden demand arrived for a wee-wee! I fumbled my way out of the recliner, and stepping on a teaspoon on the way, I lunged for the emergency grey-plastic wee-wee bin, to find it was nearly full! (I could not remember taking any wee-wees last night either?) It turned out to be an LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wee) effort. It eventually filled the tub almost to overflowing.

WDP001B I engaged my ‘Had-Enough-Already-Mode’ I hobbled to the wet room, and thoroughly cleaned and antisepticated the grey bin after emptying it. While I was doing this, the need for the Porcelain Throne’s usage arrived. It was a miracle that I was in the wet room at the time. For the evacuation was a five-second-long Diahorrea Donald, Trotsky Terence type, messy and soft! More cleaning up needed!

WDP001B I returned to the recliner room, stepping on the errant spoon again. A silent curse word, a painful bend-down to retrieve the now warped cutlery piece, and gathered the plate and tray and off to the kitchen with them. The light tube was still on its last legs, and I foolishly forgot about this and turned the switch on. Within seconds Dizzy Dennis started off. Oy Vey, already! I left the items on the sink, I’m not going to sort them until it gets lighter and I ca1mon01n see properly.

The wind-up torch was utilised to do the Health Checks and take the medications and medicationalisational activities.

I had to use the torch again, to be able to take this photograph of the medicines.

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WDP001B I got the computer on and made up last weeks and today’s charts on the Excel record sheet. (During which I had to take two more LSPWWWs!) The readings today were up and down a bit. The pulse had never been lower, the weight and temperature have never been higher. Tsk!

1mon01aWDP001B Back to the Porcelain Throne. (Tsk!) The rear-end evacuation was over, again in seconds. But the follow-up LSPWWW took so long! I read the ‘Catastrophe’ book for a chapter or so. Huh!

This Monday morning’s Whoopsies, and Accifauxpas, so far had not installed much confidence in me for the future of the day. Humph! 

1mon05aThe electrician should be arriving twixt 08:00hrs > 12:00hrs, to replace the kitchen light tube. I hope!

WDP001B A few short, light Dennis Dennis visits and two more LSPWWWs came while I was updating the Sunday Diary. So it took me longer than usual by a long way. But, finally, I got it finished and sent off to WordPress.

I began to wonder about these wee-wees, and questioned if I had taken a Furesomide without realising it? But I don’t think so, as I cannot recognise one in the photo with the tablets in it above.

I made a start on doing today’s diary for an hour or so. Then decided to get some brekkie, a pot of porridge I think. I’ll make in the light of the other room this time, to avoid pouring boiling water on my digits again. Hehe!

06:30hrs. Started to get the ablutions done.

 An LSPWWW was passed. Then, would you believe it, I had a spot of bad luck. (Hard to comprehend, I know.) Half-way through the stand-up washing session, and the hot water started to run cold! Is today really happening? Or, am I still asleep and in the middle of an incubus nightmare? Mayhaps, it’s the Grim Reaper going soft, and making this day on earth so horrendous for me, that I won’t mind his taking me away? Haha! 

I prepared the black bags and recycling bag ready to take down. I can’t take them yet, its too early cause of the noise, and the tube replacement chap might turn up anytime after 08:00hrs.

2019 01a1WDP001B As I settled to update this blog, I suffered some splanchnic pains. But not from Roger Reflux or Duodenal Donald. This discomfort is coming from the lower abdomen. It is a nagging sort of pain, but I’d say only a 3/10 of the pain scale. Might be from the urinary bladder area? This organ is linked to the kidneys and may be why they have made the appointment for me on Thursday. No, Friday. Or not, of course. Hehehe!

I got on CorelDraw and creating some more page top graphics for the diaries.

11:10hrs now, no signs of the Nottingham Homes Maintenance electrician yet. So I made up some thoughts of the morning odes and graphics to use later. Shame, I’d hoped they would arrive early enough for me to get some shopping done. But, Hey-Ho!

12:20hrs now. No light, no hot water and in pain with the mystery pangs. Fed-up as well. I’ll nip out to see if I get some information from the Wardens, and ask them to ring about the hot water, or lack of hot water I should say. It’s the third time this has happened.

Hope to back in a while. I dropped the bottle of orange Lucozade on the foyer desk for anyone to take.

1mon07I’m back But feeling a right Schnook & Schmuck. Oy-Yoy-Yoy! Here’s why…

I set off out, feeling confused and irritated with myself.

Took this photo as I left the foyer, of the centre New Build Winwood Court compound.

Hobbled along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. I waved to a couple of passing residents, who acknowledged my greetings. That was good.

Got in the hut, and explained about the tube and lack of hot water. I felt even guiltier when I realised that Lynne and Julie were getting ready to eat their midday meals. Tsk!

1mon07c Julie told me that she said the appointment for the tube replacement was for… wait for it… MONDAY FEBRUARY 4TH! Not today! I wanted to run away and die! Lynne handed me a DVD of the ‘Clarence’ TV comedy, bless her cotton socks.

  • Will I fall asleep if they come late?
  • I can’t dare watch TV, cause if I put the headphones on to view the TV or a DVD, I’ll have no chance of keeping awake.
  • I hope I don’t wake up late for the clinic and blood test appointments in the morning.
  • When should I eat my dinner?
  • Mustn’t forget the medications and Health Checks.
  • How am I going to cope for 16 days with the flashing tube in the kitchen and the ensuing Dizzies that are sure to come?
  • I’ll have to wedge the door open I suppose, in the hopes that they come straight in.

Thanked Julie and Lynne for their help and apologised for things getting things wrong again. Klutz!

I was a little in turmoil as I walked back to the flat. But I saw Willmott-Dixons Perambulator Pete and Ian Incharge as I hobbled along. So took pictures of them I can doctor later.

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1mon07bI then saw Penny on her way home from the bus, and I chased after her, she was quick, luckily I caught up with the gal as she was sorting out her door fob. The Lucozade was gone, so someone got made use of it, I’m glad to say.

I told Penny of my woes. We had a little natter and laugh going up in the lift. I enjoyed that no-end.

Got in the apartment, and had what can only be called a marathon LSPWWW. Longest ever one for me. Haha!

Did the Health Checks and took the medications. Then got on the blog, to get details down before I forgot them.

While writing about the concerns, the mobile phone rang. It was Nottingham City Homes Housing Patch Manager, Obergruppenführeress and Ballet Dancer Angela Gould. And boy was I pleased that she read my blog! She’s rang maintenance and got them to call today for both the Tube and the hot water problem. Bless her cotton socks. I was a little mixed up when I was telling her about things, but she understood I think. I thanked her and carried on with this blog updating. In a much cheerier mood.

1mon07dAt 14.29hrs, a cheerful chappie arrived and sorted the kitchen light tube replacement for me in minutes. I thanked him, and off he rushed to his next job.

Now, all I have to come is another electrician to do the water tank electrics. If they come soon enough for the heating to start, I should have hot water in an hour or so. I think it begins getting heated around 18 or 19:00hrs?

I must not sit down, or I know I’ll nod-off, wanting to or not!

I did some work in doctoring the lad’s photos on CorelDraw and Paint. Got them finished. Hehehe! Hope the lads see these and like em!

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I went on Facebooking then, adding to the photo albums.

1mon3216:00hrs now. Well and truly past my kip-down time, but still waiting for the electrician. Might as well get the nosh sorted.

Oh, a success! Texas sausages, passata, and chilli-beans. The excellent tasting Aldi sourdough baguette used to dip and suck with. The other ingredient in the main dish was some rusty (skin on) potato chips. A sliced apple and another Limoncello dessert rounded off the feast for me. A 9.2/10 Flavour rating, despite my feeling so tired.

I think I was just at the point of nodding off when the intercom phone burst into life. It was another young man, who came mend the heater that had ‘Tripped-Out’ again. The lad was in and out in around three minutes, all done, now. Thanked him, had a wee-wee, did the last Health Checks and medication taking, and sat down on the £300 second-hand recliner. Got the TV on to try and stay awake long enough to watch a ‘Hustle’ episode.

1mon33WDP001B The instant I got down, Colin Cramps attacked! He had a go at the left side tonight and got carried away. The fingers, wrist, toes, foot, and leg all suffered acutely. And these annoying pains from the cramps stayed with me for longer than ever before.

I kept rubbing in the Phorpain 20% gel on and off for over an hour to try and get some relief. I think, in the end, it had little effect. The cramps just got bored with hurting me. Hahaha!

I couldn’t concentrate on the ‘Hustle’! I drifted off into much-needed sleep, hours later than my usual time and before the end of the programme. (Nothing new there, then!)

Hey-ho! What a flipping harrowing, problematical, health challenging, mind-confusing, busy, and yet heartwarming at getting some support, sort of day it was!

Inchcock – Sun 20 Jan 2019: Another new Wee-wee classified arrived today – LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wees) Hehe!

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Sunday 20th January 2019

UZBEK: 20 Yanvar 2019 Yil Yakshanba

00.15hrs: What follows happened just once before in my life: I woke thinking of the dreams I had just suffered. Nodded-off to have another, then woke-up and thought about the dream I had had. Nodded-off… This had happened repeatedly during my so-called sleep.

WD 0.51.0 Every dream was farraginous, a mixture of my failings, mistakes, bad judgements and calamitous decisions, from different periods at the same time. Humiliating, cringe-making, embarrassing, and unsettling in the extreme. Particularly the last phantasm; As I recall, it contained two incidents that I had forgotten all about, one from when I would have been about eight years of age, the other about forty years old. These nightmares did nothing to boost my morale or confidence whatsoever. They left my poor old brain depressed and sombre. Oy Vey!

WD 0.51.0 I lay there prostrate on the £300 second-hand ready-to-be-recycled rusty, rickety recliner, pondering, worrying and fretting for ages. I tried to make the images and memories repudious, by thinking of other things. Which failed miserably, when thoughts of the upgrading work, pipework, sprinkler system, moving the stuff out of the way in the flat to be done yet to make room for the builders. Pains from the mystery bruise in the left leg still active, the Clinic procedure due shortly, the bulb flashing in the kitchen in its death-throes, the painfull wee-wees, and it being a Sunday, no buses or chance of any chinwags… generally feeling sorry for myself I suppose. Tsk!

I didn’t dismount the recliner until 01:30hrs. Then only because I was in need of a wee-wee. And, what a change in them today! I felt I should reclassify them as LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wees) now. There was no sensation (other than the pain) or feelings of any evacuation at all! Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

WD 0.51.0 Naturally as to be expected I suppose, I forgot about the flickering flashing light tube and turned on the light! Klutz! Almost instantly, and bringing on Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis, despite my turning it off straight away. Now I was getting annoyed with myself! I did the Health Checks and took the medications by torchlight. Hoping I’d taken the right tablets. Hehehe!

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7sun03I made a mug of Morrison’s Assam tea, again by torchlight. Hehe!

Still, tomorrow the chaps from Nottingham City Homes Maintenance should be calling twixt 08:00 > 12:00hrs to fit me a new neon light tube in the kitchen. Bless em!

7sun05I had a risky wee-wee (LSPWWW), by torchlight! And took a photo through the unwanted light and view-blocking new window of the morning scene. I was pleased with the old Sony picture it produces. The row of lights left to right just above halfway is from houses on Winchester Street.

7sun07As I put down the camera back in the dark kitchen. I caught the button and took this photograph from the cabinet top. Interesting if not fascinating.

To the grey bucket for another LSPWWW, and what a long one it was, too!

 I took the brew with me to the computer to start on this blog.

7sun07aWD 0.51.0 But had to divert to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session. The Porcelain evacuation was okay. But, the accompanying wee-wee, took that long, I read a bit of the First World War book while I waited for some kind of termination of the flow. Humph!

Had a rinse and freshened up afterwards.

7sun10WD 0.51.0 As I was leaving the room, I spotted two dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles)! I had hoped not to see any more of these creatures and thought my nine-month solo-battle against them had been won. But No! I didn’t see any yesterday anywhere.

I was struggling to fathom-out how these two dead ones, where out in the open and yet I’d not seen them before. I wondered if the live ones were trying to drag their bodies to the nest? Or, maybe a spider had done the same? I’m all mind-boggled now. Hehe!

Back to the computer and doing this post up to here. Then, after another LSPWWW of even greater duration, I started to finalise the Saturday diary. Got the blog done and posted by 04:40hrs. Then added photos to Pinterest.Facebook Albums.

My antejentacular activities continued with my going on to update the Facebook Photo Albums. Then the WordPress Reader. Then had a look at the comment that had come in and the TFZer site.

And now, blow-it, Duodenal Donald has started off. Ah, well!

I stopped and went to make another brew of tea and sort out some breakfast for myself. The light tube was still trying to work, but it doesn’t help with the dizzies situation. I took these three photographs quickly one after another as I approached the medicine drawers to get an extra Omeprazole. Had an LSPWWW.

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7sun12Got the brekkie done. A pot of porridge, a mug of tea and a wholemeal bread thin sarnie, using up the last of the German smoked ham. Very tasty!

Then off for another LSPWWW.

Started on CorelDraw to do up some graphics to use as page headers. But not for long… off for yet one more LSPWWW! Tsk!

Back on CorelDrawing. I spent many hours on this. But the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet made it slow hard work for a while. Humph!

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7sun38Sister Jane called, and we had a decent nattering session. Which I enjoyed.

I got the nosh prepared, not that it took much doing. A ready-made Cumberland pie with lots of added cheese on top, tomatoes, chestnuts, mushrooms and bread thins with a splash of hoisin sauce. Followed by a Limoncello dessert, to which I later added some Squirty cream. Mmm! An excellent flavour rating of 9/10 was given.

I put down the well empty plate and tray and perused what was on the TV.

Plenty of stuff that I fancied watching… Zzzz!

Inchcock -Wed 16 Jan 2019: Deep insights today. A fair share of Woes, errors and pains; but some pleasant natters enjoyed!

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Wednesday 16th January 2019

Irish: Dé Céadaoin 16 Eanáir 2019

23:25hrs: After an amazingly, as far as I can recall, dreamless, uninterrupted long sleep, I woke feeling good (Honestly!)

wd 255.102.0 But the brain activated and linked with the body, and the panicking began! The fears, worries, apprehensiveness, and forebodings filled the fretful mind. I felt the blood from Little Inchies Fungal lesion, and Duodenal Donald kicked off with his stabbing pains. Well, this put paid to the feeling well! Haha!

wd 255.102.0 Next, I involuntarily passed wind, so I had to remove my overly-gross body from the £300 second-hand recliner, to get to the Porcelain Throne as expeditiously as I could manage.

wd 255.102.0 The pain from the bruise at the top of the leg joined Duodenal Donald and Little Inchy as chief pain-suppliers, as I limped to the wet room.

wd 255.102.0 The evacuation was one of the messiest ever, almost fluid and it took ages to clear. Cleaning things up after the motion, and the wee-wee’s started… A new type today. Not: SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) – LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) or an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee), oh no! This time I had the first of so many LWPPWWs (Long Weak Powerless Painfull Wee-wees) All of the dozens of wee-wees I had today were of this mode. Some took that long, I read a bit of the book while I waited. Tsk! To make things worse, the treating and stopping of the lesions bleeding were most uncomfortable! And, the mystery bruise on the leg top stayed bothersome every time I walked on it. Oy Yey!

Please assume that from here on in, the LWPPWWs were suffered throughout the day. But they seemed to get far less as the evening arrived. (Phew!)

Eventually, I got the Health Checks done.

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3wed01aApart from the weight, I thought things looked fine.

I took the medications. Made a brew of tea, an LWPPWW, and got the computer on. The NHS had sent me a multi-a4 paged questionnaire to fill in a week or so ago, and I hadn’t got around to it. Yesterday they sent me a reminder. I found it could be done on the internet, so 3wed05a1thought I’d better get it sorted.

It took a while, but at least its completed now.

Thus, I have got one less thing to tease the guilty tormented brain with.

The tea had gone cold of course, so I made another small mug. Then had another LWPPWW. By the time it had finished, this mug 3wed001of brew had almost gone cold too! Haha!

I took this photo from the unwanted new light and view-blocking windows that need more cleaning and cannot be reached to do so. I was lucky to catch the moon, as it was showing through a little hole in the clouds. 

I used this as a backdrop for my morning thoughts graphic that I made up next on Coreldraw.

wd 255.102.0 Back to t7sun05he Porcelain Throne. Again messy and semi-liquified in nature. This time, it took so long to evacuate, despite the fluidity, this puzzled me a bit. 

Still, I got a few pages of the book read.

I just had a thought… (No don’t laugh, Hehehe!) If the Fire Alarm goes off today (Not that I can hear it without the hearing aids in, Tsk!), it’ll be handy. Cause the chances will be I’ll be in the middle of an LWPPWW when it activates, and this could come in handy on my way out if I come across any fires? Hahaha! 

3wed001aI checked the leg situation while in the wet room.

New papsules, spider veins far less in number (I wonder where they go?), Fluid a lot less I think. New and old bruises and pot-marks.

How come the hairs that disappeared when I started on the Furesomide have returned so quickly, but only on the top half of the legs?

The worst thing is that mystery bruise on the inside of the left leg that I thought might be an abscess. But Dr Vindla tells me it is only a bruise. How come such intense pain comes from it, but only when I’m walking? None of the many other bruises are giving me any grief?

wd 255.102.0 Oh, dearie me! Duodenal Donald has gone up a gear pain-wise now. Now I remember I forgot to ask the Dr yesterday if I could have some more effective medications to counter the pains. I’ll take an extra Omeprazole 40mg capsule. These are for my gastroesophageal Roger Reflux disease and sticking valve as well as the ulcer. But I’m sure it will do no harm in my taking an extra one.

I got on with creating this days post. 

I just got an email from the surgery. Next Tuesdays appointment for the blood test is for 11:00hrs. Crap! Late for me, that is, but still, Hey-Ho! On a downer now!

I started to update the Tuesday blog – It was a long slog – Then off again to the bog!

Went on the WP comments.

wd 255.102.0 Dizzy Dennis just paid a visit, and now I feel as if everything requiring thought or logic is beyond me. Confused and nervous, sad innit! I think it might be some flashing photos I looked at on Facebook, they can bring on the dizzies and attacks sometimes.

I’m struggling here. Get a grip man!

I think I’ll take a break here and have a good cuppa, quietly.

Oh, I’d better not yet, I’ve got to go and see Lynne, cause I’ve already forgot what needs doing for the plasters and electricians coming tomorrow. Dare not ask someone, in case they arrive early.

Failing fast here. Better get the ablutions done in case I collapse, don’t want my dirty socks on in the ambulance. Heheh! Get the scrubbing up done and then go to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents hut.

3wed05a1aBe back later, I hope. I took this picture from the unwanted kitchen window.

wd 255.102.0 Change of plans again! A man called at the door, he needs to drill holes through the outer wall, so the men tomorrow can get their cable through. I got the ablutions tended to while he made the hole. The sink actually shook, and the shaving water rippled, while he was drilling! Hehe!

3wed05a2I felt a bit better after the ablutions were done.

Got some black bags made up to take to the waste chute on the way out. But forgot to take them with me! Klutz!

I check things to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. But still went out without the mobile phone! Tsk!

3wed06Then I made way gingerly through the obstacle course on my way to the lift.

However I did see Nora in the lobby, and we had a little natter and a laugh, which I think we both enjoyed muchly.

Down in the elevator, and out into the light drizzle that greeted me.

3wed06aI waddled along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult exchange and distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.

No residents in the room. So, no Lynne. But, Riechsführeress and Ballet dancer Warden Julie was in her room. I explained about my not recalling about things needed for me to do in preparation of the Thursday visit. I said: I think I need to move everything out of the hallway, and all the stuff to the far wall in the spare room. Could she ask Lynne, if she sees her if this is right? If not could she let me know, please? I can’t tell you her answer of course, as I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. But she said she would if she sees her. I thanked her and being as I was feeling a bit better still, I3wed07 set out for a hobble up the hill to the Aldi store.

It was a heck of a grind my getting up that hill. I had to keep stopping to rest to let the feet ease, and then to catch my breath a few times.

Still, it gave me a chance to take this photograph of the road junction on Winchester Street. 

3wed08 As I limped along Mapperley Top, I noticed that the old cinema was now being used as a Haunted Museum and Cafe. Later I had a look on the web to see what this was all about. Here’s the link for more details.

Details of the Haunted Museum (Link).

wd 255.102.0 My visit to the Aldi Store, and was indeed one with a difference. 1) I was almost knock-over by someone trying to reach in front of me to get some bread. All I got was a ‘Tut’ from the young man. 2) I got a trolley run into me clouting my ankle. And the lady and her three children just carried talking between themselves and wandered off! 3) A member of staff shelve-filling at a frenzied pace in the freezer hit my shoulder with his elbow – I don’t think he even knew he’s done it, no response from him. 4) The cashier was patient with me as I packed my by bags as fast as I could. No sneers or deriding looks from her.

Four Firsts there, for sure!

I paid and came out with some nibbles for the Social Box, German baked smoked sliced ham. Mini-potatoes. Jelly babies. Streaky smoked bacon. Vine tomatoes. Passata. Pots of 3wed09porridge, and some sourdough baguettes. And started my hobble back down the way I came up. The feet were bad, and Duodenal Donald had started his bother again, but no signs of Dizzy Dennis or needing any SSWWs! So, I was content enough now. Even with the threatening weather.

I spotted some Nottinghamian Street Art as I passed the bus shelter.

3wed10The sky brightened up momentarily as I approached the top of Mapperley Rise to go down to the flats.

I thought the sky looked remarkably beautiful with the sun trying to get through to the left gave it the final touch, don’t you think?

3wed11As I turned down the Rise, I could see the rain at the bottom of the hill – just where I was on my way down to. Hehehe!

I made sure the brolly was at the bottom of the bag, just in case.

With pained feet, I pressed on.

No stopping on the way down! As I walked along Chestnut Walk, I took a series of pictures.

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3wed14As I got within a hundred yards of home, the rain came down heavily, but not for long. I barely got wet.

In the lobby was sat May. I sat next to her, and we had a good chinwag and laugh for a few minutes. She saw the sourdough baguettes and her face lit up – so I insisted on her having one. Bless her cotton socks. 

We said our farewells and I was off up to flat.

Another sudden change in my situation: An almighty visit from Dizzy Dennis! Oy vey!

I sat down for a few minutes, then got the oven warming up and put the fodder away.

Got the nosh served up, but I was not interested in eating really, so left a fair bit of it.

The bruise on the leg started hurting, and another visit from Dizzy Dennis convinced me to just sit down and pray for sleep to come. 

3wed29I woke and made the nosh. Buttered baguette with turkey and tomatoes.

Washed the pots and took this photograph from the unwanted light and view-blocking new windows in the kitchen.

The rain had turned to drizzle as it petered out.

Bit of a blank-spot here. I must have had a bad dizzy or something, cause I can’t recall anything from here until I woke up in the morning.

Hey-ho!