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Inchcock Today Monday 31st July 2017 – Lousy night – better morning.

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Monday 31st July 2017

Cebuano: Lunes 31st Hulyo 2017

What a horrible nights so called sleep. I actually think I got in four hours of sleep. But over a period of 12 hours! Dreams were rampant, short and frequent leaving me with memories of only the last one, and that one was of long-gone physical pleasure. And I assumed this was what had started ‘things’ bleeding, which I noticed as soon as I woke properly around 0625hrs. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room, where Inchy was cleaned up and medicated after a disturbingly loose Porcelain Throne Session.

I got back and tried to get back to sleep again, feeling strangely tired still. There was no chance of that as the brain started to fret, worry and analyse things, logicality and understanding absquatulated from my mind.

Within ten minutes of settling, another demand for a Porcelain Throne session forced me out of the recliner and back to the wet room. The complete opposite this time, rock hard? Wee-wee demands were frequent and numerous throughout the morning.

Gave up trying to catch up on any sleep again, and went into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

Took the top and this picture of the parked cars. The top one was the first time I’ve ever managed to take a vista shot on my camera, I tried several times, only this one worked.

Got the computer on and checked the calendar. Finished off the Sunday diary and started this one off. The wee-weeing continued for ages?

Checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading. Wee-wee.

Went to make a brew and:

Dang me, more tar spots on the window! Nice looking morning, though.

Had a bash at cleaning them off. Trapped my fingers in the flipping gap against the frame again. Failed to get any spots off, but I think I scared them a bit cause they are a lot lighter in colour now?

0900hrs: Tended to the medicationalisationing of Little Inchy, Haemorrhoid Harold and the blood blister marks on the knuckles.

Readied things just in time to catch the bus.

Hope to go into Arnold, visit the Arnot Hill Park and feed the ducks, then walk into Arnold proper and call at a few shops in the hope of obtaining some cheap nail polish remover and a Razor scraper. So I can tackle the kitchen window tar spots again later.

A new work van on site as I poddled along Chestnut Walk.

I crossed the road onto where the car parking is now, and further down I found a bit of Nottingham Street Art at the side of a van.

It happened to be a Nottingham City Homes trailer, not that I assumed the empty consumed alcoholic bottles were left there by any of their dedicated workforces, of course.

At the bus stop, the bench was filled up with tenants, female tenants. And good chin wag and laugh ensued while we waited for the bus. ‘All Aboard’, and in Sherwood, everyone, bar me got off. I was abandoned!

Hehe!

The bus took a little longer to get to Daybrook, due to the long ‘Diversion’ for road works.

Dropped off and hobbled towards the park and pond.

At the mini-island where I took the right road to Arnot Hill, the security fencing had been taken out and mangled by some vehicle or other and been thrown over the wooden fencing to the McDonald 24-hour Eat-in or Take-away place.

As I went into the park further down, Anne Gyna gave me a few nasty pangs and a funny turn. I decided just to take some photographs, and then return to the apartment. Didn’t feel up to walking into Arnold and shopping, poor old thing!

Took these in order as presented in the park.

I left through the top gate and gingerly hobbled to the bus stop, just as the sky began to threatened rain or a storm.

But neither arrived.

Got on the bus and sat next to a tenant on the 15th floor of my block. The lady in the white coat in the photo below, bless her. We had a good natter away during the journey. In Sherwood, we picked up some more residents and were soon back at the flats.

Again, I was the slowest of us all in hobbling back along Chestnut Walk to the apartments from the bus stop.

Huh!

The lady hung back and walked with me to and up the lift. Very kind of her! Said our Cheery byes and back to the flat, I call home.

Took the afternoon medications with extra painkillers, did the health checks, had a wee-wee, cleaned and medicated Little Inchy and made a brew. Then on the computer, checked the Emails and then on CorelDraw to work on some graphicalisationing preparations.

Eventually got the TFZer graphic finished. I used one of the photographs taken at the Park as a background. Hope they like it.

Got the fodder prepared and digested while watching some Boon DVD episodes.

Had extra cheese on top of the vegetarian Cottage pie, potatoes garden peas and an apple added. Followed by a plain yoghourt with some gorgeous Maple Syrup stirred into it.

To the Porcelain Throne and washed the dining pots.

Then, boy did it rain!

Now Little Inchy was bleeding once again, but no as bad as recently.

Got the last of the day Health checks sorted and took the medications.

Fell sleep, woke up and watched some Law & Order on the gogglebox, fell asleep, woke up and watched some LAw & Order on the gogglebox, fell asleep…

Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 30th July 2017

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Sunday 30th July 2017

Tajik: Якшанбе 30-юми июли соли 2017

Having not got off to sleep until well after midnight, I did not wake up until 0630hrs today. Still feeling tired and a wet warm sensation coming from Little Inchies lesion area. Tsk! Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room for Porcelain Throne duties and checking out Inchies bleeding damage and mess. Luckily I’d got the disposable knickers on (Haha!). So a change into new ones after cleaning things up and wash and brush up, and into the kitchen.

7Sun02aThe view through the window had that bluish tone again, but it soon brightened up.

The Tree Copse and the lower field, looked so beautiful, once again.

The darned black spots on the window seemed to have grown in number?

And, the view outside below included some dogs who were taking their owners for a walk who had stopped at the bottom of the Lower Field for a chinwag.

7Sun02b

The lady in the sleeveless jacket reminded me of Theresa May? The dogs were giving their barking voices a good work-out, and the active hyperactivity tails of all four were working overtime! (Tails of the dogs, that is. Hehe!) I get pleasure out of watching them, with a tinge of lugubriousness at my knowing I cannot do the same thing. (Poor sad old might, I am! Hehe!)

Did the Health Checks and took the medications, creamed and lotioned particular areas in need, and put the kettle on the boil.

At this stage, the ailments were mostly in a good mood with me, I must say. Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis even Duodenal Donald. Craig Cramps, Harry Hernia and Haemorrhoid Harold were the only ones annoyed with me.

I shelled some garden peas and got them in a saucepan of water for later, and got some small seasoned potatoes in the Crock-Pot on the low setting.

Daktacort2I started to complete the Saturday Diary and had to return to the Porcelain Throne. Little Inchy had to be cleaned of blood, and Daktacort creamed again. Tsk!

Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding far less now.

I gave Sister Jane a call, and had a little natter-away! Mostly me talking, well, moaning, she listening, bless her.

7Sun04aBack to the computer, and heard some noises similar to gurgling sounds? Went to the kitchen, where I thought they were emanating from and had a look around and out of the window. Checked the Crock-pot, sink, cooker and fridge. The noises did not return and the mini-tar-like marks on the window that had increased in number since yesterday started to annoy me again! So I set-to giving them a good soak and scrub with the scouring pad for ten minutes or so.

Much to amazement, a few of the larger ones came off, not many, but some. The rest just would not give up their grip at all!

7Sun4bThe window control box, cleverly positioned on the right with about ¾” of space to get your fingers into to pull out the blunt lever so you can close or open the window to turn it around for cleaning; Trapping my knuckles against the frame as I struggled to turn in into position.

I had to turn it with the power of the fingers only to avoid catching the blood blisters on my knuckles after that.

Lie01But, I did not swear, curse, accuse Nottingham City Homes of being Silly Billy’s in locating the switch where they did or use any bad language at all. Oh, no. Hehe!

Times getting on now, the match will soon be on the TV, Germany v Denmark Women’s semi-final! I’m going to carry on working on the computer, and put the TV on with the headphones used, to listen to and watch the game. Any odds on my forgetting I’ve got the headphones on and get up to go to the Porcelain Throne and drag the TV off of its stand?

7Sun4dMade a flask of tea went to put this the medications with it near to the computer.

3 minute 25 seconds later. Germany had gone one-nil up in the match!

Got the headphones on the head and tried to ignore all the noise from things being thrown down the rubbish chute.

7Sun4cAll settled now.

Finding it hard to use the computer at the same time as trying to listen/watch the football match.

Checked the Emails first. While watching the footy game with the headphones on.

Not concentrating properly on the Emails and it took me an hour to get them done! Hehehe!

*** Denmark have just gone in front against Germany 2-1 Now!***

Did some WordPress reading, hoping I didn’t make any errors with this game getting so exciting.

On to Facebooking, a lot to catch up on here.

*** Denmark Win against Germany 2-1! ***

Back to Facebooking.

7Sun06bGot the dinner ready.

Very nice too!

Dizzy Dennis and Anne Gyna both went on the attack at this point and things got a little wrought in the feeling poorly stakes, very quickly.

My concentration went AWOL and depression dawned.

7Sun06aIn between watching but not fully absorbing the England v France football Match, many wee-wees had to be tended to, very many!

The evening view was nice.

Then Shaking Shaun joined in the ailments.

Porcelain Throne visits began regularly too.

Felt the match win for England was very lucky.

Took the medications and did the Health Checks, and extra Ramipril capsule.

Took hours to get to sleep, and when I did I must have kipped for four hours, but over a much longer time.

Oh, dearie me. Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 26th July 2017

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Wednesday 26th July 2017

Bengali: বুধবার ২6 জুলাই ২017

0430hrs: As soon as I moved, the lower regions front and rear (the dreaded warm wet sensation presented itself), and off to the wet room to investigate.

Terribly painful and frustrating medicationalisationalistic sessions took place, and my spirits dipped a bit. However not-a-lot, as that magician fella used to say. Cause Haemorrhoid Harold and Little Inchies lesions were both stopped from bleeding, and Arthur Itis returned to take my attention as he had a go at the right knee again. Well, he had a go at both of them but was more intense with the right one. Huh!

I remembered the appointment with the nurse for the INR blood test and the Enoxaparin injection at 0930hrs.

Took a look down and out of the window. The tenants had parked as best they could, poor things.

Got ready for the Health Checks, and to take the medications and thought I heard noises coming in through the open window.

Had a look down and saw these two characters near one of the contractor’s cabins.

It was about 0530hrs.

I assumed they were waiting for someone to arrive with the keys.

They had the steel toe capped boots on. Perhaps they were starting work on site early?

Carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.

Got the potatoes in the Crock-Pot and podded some peas and put them in sugared water.

Started to update yesterdays Diary.

It took me ages, and I had to stop to get the ablutions done to be on time to get to the surgery punctually.

I cleverly stubbed my toe on the Ottoman en route to the wet room. Tsk!

Took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way down and out of the building.

A bit dangerous I thought, all us old folk have to walk along the only road available, and that having parked cars, and plant machinery everywhere? But it could not be helped.

Already hobbling before I got to the end of Chestnut Walk; with the hassle from the right knee thanks to Arthur Itis. Tsk!

As I turned right, the flora coming through the fences was attracting some insects. Being as I was in plenty of time, I stopped to try and take a decent photograph of one.

I had many failed efforts. I managed to get this decent one in the end.

Down onto Mansfield Road. The rain started then.

I ambled on up the hill, noticing another shop had closed down on the right, near the Computer store and close to where mate BJ lives.

Up over the crest of the hill, and down into Carrington.

The rain lightened a little into a sort of drizzle that soaks you through. Hehe! It did too!

The bag got soaked inside and the crossword book with it. Huh!

Passing a garden on my left, and I saw this bush with some unusual looking blooms on it.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen flowers such beautiful blooms like this before. Especially now the rain is coming again.

Onward to the surgery, got in and logged me on so to speak. Took a seat and my rear-end squelched as I did so. The socks were soaked, and the crossword book was wet!

No kind Nurse Nichol today. Obergefreiteress Nurse Ann tended to me. She was almost sweet to me to start with. Very worrying. Haha!

Commanded me to take a seat and said she would be back in a moment and disappeared to talk to some one outside. These new hearing aids are useful, I’d never have heard her with the old ones in.

I sneaked in this potographicalisation of where I sat with the medical thingamajigs all ready to use. No idea why I took it, though?

The Obergefreiteress Ann, soon returned to her usual militaristic ways when she returned, and I felt more at ease then. I’m getting to like her, yer know. Scared to death of her… but still.

Told her of Little Inchies problems returning with a new lesion. She said nothing but got onto her computer, I could hear her each button as she bashed them. She told me I’d get an appointment in the mail shortly with the GUM Clinic. She would make an appointment for me about the knee as well, and let me know. Efficient that!

I thanked her and gave her some nibbles and departed, out into the rain again. As I took this photograph to use in the ‘Under-the-Brolly’ pictures on my Facebook albums, the lady driver got out of the car and demanded to know why I was shooting her vehicle!

I did not get involved and told her the truth, that I was taking a photo of Carrington in the rain. I think a little guilt may have been there, with her parking on the pavement? Two other cars were as well, I noticed afterwards.

I proceeded to get soaking wet again as I hobbled into Carrington and to the Lidl store. Where I got fresh orange juice, seasoning, lemon yoghourts, apples and crisps.

Paid at the self-serve counter, under the watchful eye of an assistant, and out into the rain once more.

I noticed on the pub next doors outside table there was some stuff on the top of it? The mind pondered. Hehe!

The bus arrived, and I was soon off back into Sherwood, in the heavier than ever rain.

Over the crossing and up to the bus stop and under the shelter.

Where I was joined by several fellow tenants.

The L9 bus was on time, and this drew several comments from the other residents. Some sarcastic, some happy. Haha!

As we all alighted, Bill carried one of the bags for me, bless him. We hastened to the flats, it was raining far too fiercely now for any pictures to be taken.

All the residents had a natter on the way up in the lift.

Back in the apartment, bag down and nipped into the wet room to check out the ailments. Very glad to report that there were no adscititious bleeding, none from Little Inchy and only the tiniest bit from Haemorrhoid Harold.

Had a session on the Porcelain Throne.

Changed into dry clothing and into the kitchen to make a brew and put away the fodder purchased.

The rain looked set-in now.

Set about finalising yesterday’s diary and got it posted at last.

Then started on doing this one, up to here.

Onto Facebooking. Then Email and WordPress.

The doorbell chimed, it was a delivery form Cooper’s with the things I’d ordered to use as Christmas pressies.

Took the slip-proof tray to the kitche nto use now. Shoved the rest of them in the spare room to sort out later. Stubbing my toe on the old vacuum as I did so.

Back to the wet room and changed into a pair of the protection pants, better to be on the safe side in case of any leakages again during the night. Hopefully it will prevent like last time, a lot of clothes to be cleaned. Hehe!

Cleaned up, turned off the computer and got the meal going.

The vegetarian Cottage pie I covered with strong shredded cheddar cheese, topped it with some sliced tomatoes and got it in the oven. The pod peas in the saucepan and medications in the little tray all ready to take while I ate.

Did the Health Checks while it cooked. D158, S72, P89, Temp34.1 – Looks good?

Managed to get the cottage pie out of the oven without any burns, onto the new tray. Added the apple, Chinese mushrooms, beetroot and garden peas. A banana, two lemon yoghourts, one bitter one lemon curd flavour, added to the feast on the new tray.

This meal was almost fodder perfection! 9.46/10 rating, and tasted marvellous! Shame about the new tray though. It’s a devil of a job to get it cleaned properly with all the rubber bits attached to it, that seem to want to hold onto any crumbs for dear life. Hey-ho, not to fret.

I actually stayed awake long enough to watch two episodes of ‘Boon’, before the nodding off sessions mingled in with the viewing.

Evening all! TTFN.

 

Inchcock Today – Monday 24th July 2017: Bleeding merrily away again, today. Hehe!

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Monday 24th July 2017

Azerbaijani: Bazar ertəsi 24 İyul 2017

0005hrs (Approx): Stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner and out and off for a Porcelain Throne session. TV still on, evening medications on the arm of the other chair untaken – so I took them. (Tsk!) Not a good passing, Little Inchy sore and his lesion bleeding, messy evacuation and Haemmorhoid Harold stinging and leaking as well.

But and however, these were overridden in the worry-stakes and the relief of knowing that the befuddled brain seemed to be clearing well, my thoughts were easier to understand, and this cheered me up no end. And, I had a clarity that was not available in the brain yesterday at all. Of course, the bleeding from Little Inchies lesion was a disappointment and annoying timing, and this means I have to contact the doctor and clinic – undoubtedly the mini-op will get cancelled after waiting so long to get it too! But never mind, the activity of the brain was unblocking. Be thankful for small mercies I say.

I was genuinely concerned that I might have been becoming unbalanced, certifiable or psychoneurotic yesterday. ( Psychoneurotic? – Now that’s a word I’ve never used before. Shows that the brain is working better again? I’ll look it up to see if it fits… ) Thesaurus consulted – Spot-on, I’d misspelt it in the first place, but it is the exact word to explain how I felt for the whole of yesterday. Thankfully, as  I say, I woke up feeling so glad to be free of these mentally debilitating symptoms. And a little concerned as to how and why they came on so suddenly in the first place?

Cleaned up, took the belated night-time tablets and climbed back onto the recliner, started to self-ponder about things, and drifted off into the land of nod.

0315hrs: Sprang into life again with a jump, partly thinking something had woken me, like noise, and wanted a Porcelain visit again. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Throne, stubbing my toe as I did so. But, this did not bother me. Why? At the time I was getting up, I somehow feared that I’d dreamt about the brain clearing and it had not really done so? Stubbing the toe was almost a pleasure, for it allowed the brain to function and learn things really had cleared-up a lot. Did that make sense?

Put some cream on the oven burns acquired from last night’s removal of the oven dish, thanks to the gloves new holes.

Another bloodied and painful session, especially concerning, was Little Inchies lesion leaking still. Had another sanitationalising and medicationalisationing session, and off to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

Had a look around for any signs of what I thought was a noise waking me, but could see nothing suspicious.

The view from the window was fantastic this morning.

I tried different setting and took six different photographicalisations of the same area, to try and get a good one.

But this is the best I could manage.

Did the Health Checks and took the morning medications.

Sys, Dia, Pulse, Temperature (35.6f) were all looking good to me.

Tried to take a photograph of the results, and get a reflection of my thumbs-up on it. It looked like I have a square head in the outcoming blurry picture.

Hehe!

The weight was of concern, though, up again at 14.85 now. Humph!

Updated and finished the week’s record on Excel.

As I pondered on getting another mug of tea, it dawned on me… the absence of interest from Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Shaking Shaun, Roger Reflux and Christopher Cramps? Dizzy Dennis, Haemorrhoid Harold and Duodenal Donald were the only ones of the regular ailment showing any aggression.

Did a graphic (Top picture) about Mike Steeden’s, The Shop That Sells Kisses poetry book. Must remember to send him a graphic of it, he might like to use it.

Made the brew, and set about starting this diary off, up to here. Then updated yesterday’s and got it posted off.

Checked Emails and replied on WordPress reader.

Got around to making a brew, and took these two photographs. One in auto mode the other in through-glass mode, within seconds of each other?

What a difference?

Onto Facebook then.

Off to do the ablutions, medicationalisationing and antisepticalisationing. Back in a while… I hope.

The problem with Inchies lesion is that I now have a new one, in a very tender-area. After the shave and shower, I did my best with the Daktacort cream, but fear this will not be effective.

Feeling refreshed and smelling aromatic now. Took the bin bags to the chute and down to the foyer. Met Doris on the way and we walked to the bus stop together in the drizzle.

Joined the eight or so other tenants in the line. The chosen topic chosen among them, was; ‘Why do we still not have any seating or cover from the rain?’

The bus soon filled up when it arrived, the majority of the residents were going down into Sherwood, where they alighted to do their Doctors Visits and shopping.

This left only a few on the bus, Barry and his better-half sat in front of me. We had a natter about nothing in particular.

When we arrived in Arnold, Barry and his wife got off the bus at the same place as I did, at the Sainsbury’s Store.

By gum, they didn’t half get a move on into the shop, left me standing. Hehe!

I decided because of the rain and high winds, I would not visit the Park to feed the ducks. I’d get the shopping done and get back to the flat and the warmth. So I rushed it a little and got the shopping quickly. The Quorn meals were still on offer, so I got two Cottage Pies and a Beef & Stew with Dumplings. Wholemeal flatbreads, grated cheese and Marmite crispbread nibbles.

At the checkout, I found I was behind Barry and his better-half. Paid up and to the bus stop, where Barry and his other-half were sat waiting for the bus.

In Sherwood, those tenants who dropped off there earlier, all got on the bus. Roy did too, but his photograph didn’t come out correctly.

We were soon arriving back at the flats, limping to the other end of the road in the rain and wind.

Up to the apartment, bag down and into the wet room to tend to what I could sense was going to be Clothes Cleaning Causing, bleeding Little Inch. I was right, what a mess! Took the midday medications. Had a Throne Session, only to find that Haemorrhoid Harold had been suffering and losing blood too. More mess to clean-up. Tsk!
Despite all this, I was still content and pleased that yesterdays confusion and dizzies were not bothering me today. There’s no doubt, I’ve happily lost the atrabiliousness I had yesterday.

Got the nosh away. Marinated some baked beans in honey, bbq seasoning and tomato sauce, mustard – afraid I can’t find the sultanas to go in. Huh! Having Frikadellens with these. Chicken & Turkey ones for a change.

Had a quick go on Facebook while they cooked.

Checked the fodder in the oven. I might have to take out the Frikadellens and put them both in with the beans to keep warm, cause they will burn if I leave them in with the fries, that doesn’t seem to want to cook today?

A quick look at the TV magazine. Lots of programmes to watch tonight that I fancied.

Nosh sorted and served up.

Seasoned the mixed beans, Frikadellens and oven chips. Wholemeal flatbread and a banana.

It was horrible! Eurgh! 4/10 rating!

Made a complete hash of the seasoning for the beans, having Chicken and Turkey Frikadellens was a bad choice, no flavour at all. The banana was dry and much sweeter than expected. The chips and flatbread were okay, though. Huh!

Did the evening Health Checks, took the medications.

Had to clean and medicate certain areas of the anatomy again. Been losing a fair bit of blood, (From Little Inchy and Haemorrhoid Harold) more than usual today. Going to see the nurse on Wednesday, I’ll tell her and book an appointment with the Doctor to have a look at them both. Embarrassing, but it has to be done.

I stayed awake for nearly a whole hour episode of Law & Order before the usual nodding-off started. Missd the end of course. Phwert!

TTFN.

Inchcock Today: Sunday 23rd July 2017 – Not well, our inchy today. Tsk!

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Sunday 23rd July 2017

Afrikaans: Sondag 23 Julie 2017

0420hrs: Woke, rather pleased there were no signs of crumbs, nibbles or any nibbling having taken place on the chair or my wobbly body in my sleep this time. But the mind soon went AWOL on me. What day is it? Why are the remote controls for the DVD and TV laying with the cup I had the orange juice in on the carpet feet away? How did I get the lump on top of my head? Does it matter?

A good few minutes were spent trying to sort out what I was actually trying to work out! I felt alright mentally at the losing of my thought trends and going off on multiple-tangents, threads and unrelated concerns?

Soon, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun joined with this new confusion and lack of concentration in attacking my poor logicality and brain. Blimey, did I say that? Hehe! And I had not got out of the £300 second-hand recliner yet?.

When I did move physically to free my overweight bouncy body from the recliner, a warm wet sensation from the rear quarters guided me in the direction of the Porcelain Throne, with some haste and in trepidation.

Got in and inspected the problem; Oh, dearie me. Little Inchies lesion was bleeding as well as Haemorrhoid Harold. Most disappointing about Little Inchy that has not suffered like this for months now and suddenly starts again! Hope this will not stop the planned surgery for August. Getting depressed and pitiable moroseness with every thing now.

Cleaned things up and applied the Daktacort, Haemocane directly and Germolene on the outside. Washed me and the surfaces and had a heavy duty session on the Throne that thankfully, did not make things any worse.

Into the kitchen then spare-room and took these photographs from the windows.

Dizzy Dennis in attendance still.

But feeling alright physically, I set about doing the new pill boxes in readiness for next week.

Health Checks carried out: Sys: 178, Dia: 75, Pulse: 91, Temp 35.6 and the weight I’m afraid, the second highest of the year at 14.82… Grumph!

Finished off the Saturday Diary and got it posted.

Email checks and WordPress reading followed. The concentration was not right.

Another visit needed, and I checked on Little Inchy and Haemorrhoid Harold, no new bleeding. Phew!

Went to take the medications and make a brew of tea. The skies had changed as the day dawned.

Anne Gyna kicked off as I bent down to retrieve a dropped tea bag from the kitchen floor.

So I took an extra Codeine 60g and felt guilty when I returned the packet to the drawer of medications and the state of it!

But I didn’t feel confident that I would do anything about it while I felt so pessimistic, sorry for myself and depressed with things at the moment. I was right, Tsk!

Got the hearing aids in and dropped a battery as I did so. Not seen it since!

Made a start on this diary.

Had a bash on Facebook, think I might be cheering up a bit now?

A few hours doing work on the TFZer graphic.

Sister Jane rang, it seems that Brother-in-law Pete has been feeling poorly too. Ah well, hope he’s alright. He sounded it, but you never know? I’ll ring him them later. His illness made Jane so tired looking after him. May have two to worry about.

Got the oven warmed up ready for the vegetable Lasagne and chips to go in later when it warms sufficiently.

The rumbling innards have now joined in the ‘Let’s make Inchcock feel even poorlier’ attack, with the other ailments. Hehe!

Hard work doing the graphicalisationing today, but proudly I got it finished, saved and posted to the TFZ site and their Facebook album.

Did some Facebooking while it cooked, then had a look at the TV magazine to see what is on for me to fall asleep trying to watch. Haha!

Got the fodder served up.

Vegetable lasagne, oven chips, garden peas. Chinese mushrooms, wild mushrooms, apple and continental brown bread.

Fell asleep eating it!

Cleared the gone-cold mess up off of me and the £300 second-hand recliner, and washed the pots.

Settled again to not watch some TV, cause I nodded off again on the first set of commercials that came on. Tsk!

Woke around midnight. Oddly feeling a lot better?

Inchcock Today: Saturday 22nd July 2017

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Saturday 22nd July 2017

Finnish: Lauantai 22. Heinäkuuta 2017

0400hrs: Stirred into life, found myself all distorted, half in-half out of the £300 second-hand recliner. The meals tray on the seat next to me from last night, the TV remote laying on my oversized belly, the headphones still on and one foot wrapped up tight and neatly around the throw that usually stays on the Ottoman? As I disentangled the throw from the foot, it made me jump a bit, cause the whole foot was blood red in colour. It soon turned to the usual grey/white with protruding blue veins and warped, bruised toes. This is not the limbs natural colouring.

I got on the recliner to get the slippers on and found I’d sat on the mobile phone. It still works though. (Phew).

Had a wee-wee.

0415hrs: Sudden decision to get the washing done. Don’t have a lot of it to do, but thought better do it now, for the EQ informed me of Accifauxpas and or Whoopsiedangleplops were developing for an attack shortly! (It’s never wrong, you know!)

Assembled the washing things and down to the laundry room.

Took the camera with me to take a photograph of outside with the rain glistening.

Noticed the new signs on the board and took a picture of them instead.

The top one, the Door Mats for Sale handwritten one, I laughed out loud when I saw it! Wish I’d thought of doing that. Hehe!

The second one, from Obergefrieter Jenny about the moving of the bus stop even further from our Court, and why, due to the accident.

Finally, one about someone parking across two car spaces. It might be someone using a wheelchair who needs extra space to get in and out of the vehicle? Though I don’t know of anyone that I’ve seen with one.

Or, of course, one of the many alcoholics who struggle to park their car? Haha!

Into the laundry room and realised I had not taken the liquid soap capsules with me, Tsk! Back up to collect them, down again and got the washer going.

Up again to the apartment and took a photo of the morning view from there. Odd cloud formations?

To the Porcelain Throne, no bother. Did the Health Checks and took the medications: Sys 158, Dia 76, Pulse93, Temperature 34.6 & Weight 14.75 – not bad?

0530hrs: Down yet again to the laundry room.

Swapped the clothing from the washing machine into the dryer.

Took a photograph I meant to earlier of the glistening rain covered area outside the flats.

Back to the apartment, had a wee-wee and got the computer going to start finishing off the Friday diary. Refilled the pots ready for the next laundry session. Back to the Porcelain Throne, and oh boy, was Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding! Had to use the antiseptic to stop the flow – Sting? It stung! Hehehe!

0555hrs: Down once more to the laundry room.

Took this picture of outside the foyer doors, getting lighter now, still drizzling with rain.

Got the clothes out of the dryer and folded and put in the bag.

Hit my head on the spinner’s door. Tsk!

Cleaned both machines and filters.

Thought I heard a noise, something like glass breaking for a moment. Had a look around outside and up at the flat windows, but could see nothing untoward.

Back up yet again to the home. Had a wee-wee. Checked out Haemorrhoid Harold, still leaking, but far less now. Cleaned things up again. Got the

Got the airing cupboard filled with the washed clothing.

As I got the last of the Anya potatoes into the Slow-Crock-Pot.

Things were looking brighter outside now. Still the odd cloud formations, though, but a lot brighter.

The Copse looking so beautiful, too.

Got the diary finished and started this one off.

Did some WordPress reading, checked Emails. 2 hours.

Went on Facebooking. 2 hours.

Doing some catch-up prep work on CorelDraw 2017 (1½ hours) when Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Steven and Duodenal Donald all came on at the same time. Impossible to concentrate.

Did the Health Checks, took the medication and got the fodder served up.

6Sat23

Disappointment with the apple. Tsk!

Settled down to watch TV in between nod-offs.

Inchcock Today – Friday 21st July 2017

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Friday 21st July 2017

Bulgarian: Петък 21-ви юли, 2017

0500hrs: I woke up and lay there in a ruminative mood, pondering over the missing ailments and pains this morning. Very odd this, my EQ was telling me that something was in the wind of a medical nature on the way?

On the plus side, missing from action at this moment are, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Craig Cramps, Shaking Shaun, Reflux Roger and Harry Hernia! This, I found unnaturally discerning, unsettling and oddly perturbing. At least Haemorrhoid Harold and Dizzy Dennis were both in attendance. Hehe!

This reminded me of the visit from the District Nurse today. Enoxaparin injections time again.

I passed some wind and extracted myself from the crumb covered £300 second-hand recliner, making a mess on the carpet and Ottoman as I did so. A closer inspection of the suspicious particles of food as I got them cleared up, revealed they were from Marmite Crispbread? I cannot remember eating any of these… although as I pondered on this, a faint flavour of Marmite came from the back of the throat. Hehe!

Took the stuff into the bins in the kitchen, and found a tell-tale sign of my overnight crime. Guilty, Tsk!

Eventually, I got to the Porcelain Throne, and things went moderately well with that.

A bit of bleeding and stinging from the rear.

Haemorrhoid Harold and Dizzy Dennis both put in an appearance at the same time.

Dennis was a bit persistent, but he eased off later.

Got the kettle on the boil and did the Health Checks: Sys159, Dia77, Pul91, Temp 31.2 and weight 14.7, no hassle here?

Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications. Still a modicum of concern as to why the other ailments have not been in attendance yet? Uncomfortable sensation this, I can tell you. Haha!

I opened the kitchen window to take this shot of the beautiful Copse and lower field.

Very windy now compared to earlier.

The mind was a bit unintelligible even to me. I kept veering from one thought about ailments lets say, then what time would the nurse be arriving, it is only a booster so she could call at any time, so I’m stuck indoors again until she does. Feeling guilty, because I forgot to phone Sister Jane yesterday, Little Inchy was becoming sore. Then to what fodder I was going to have?

Thoughts all over the place and coming rapidly? Am I going bonkers? No, I think I’m there already. Hehehe!

Took a peek at the three vegetarian meals I’d got on offer from Sainsbury’s yesterday, and opted for the Cottage Pie to have today. But with how my brain was at that moment, anything could change. Craig Cramps and Arthur Itis visited as I did so. Reassuring in a way this, but I do not know why for sure?

Got the computer on and finalised the Thursday diary and got it posted off.

Started this one going up to here, then checked the Emails. Then did some WordPress reading.

Heard some odd noises, so I had a look out of the kitchen window. Sadly, it was the workmen removing the soil from where they have dug up the Chestnut Trees!

Had a wee-wee.

One Email from Coopers offered a discount voucher worth £10 if I made an order over £40 by tonight. Had a decker at the page and put one in. Fool!

Went of Facebooking for a few hours.

No sign of the nurse yet, so I had a wee-wee, made a mug of tea and went on CorelDraw 2017 to work on the graphics to use later on a TFZer series.

The nurse arrived all of a flutter, injections done, paperwork done and off again, all within the space of a few minutes. Busy gal. A lovely bruise where she rushed the job, but no pain or bother.

Did the ablutions and got ready for a hobble into Sherwood to get some bread and a bit of exercise.

5Fri06On Winchester Street Hill, it looks as if the recent rain had brought on the blackberries nicely.

Down and into Sherwood, where I made a bit of a faux-pa at the bank. The sunshine was dazzling and hard to read the screen on the money machines, and I noticed what I thought was another one in the bank. I’ll use that one, I thought.

Went in, put my card in and suddenly realised that the machine was for deposits only! Der! I had to ask a chap if he could retrieve the card for me. Totally embarrassed, I burbled some rubbish about my going to put money in and realised I’d forgot to bring the cash with me. Red face developed! Luckily the man sorted it for me and got it back from the machine. I did feel a right fool!

Out and got some money from the machine and walked over and up to the Continental shop. Jar of Chinese mushrooms, sliced pork, small sliced loaf and cheese & mushroom portions purchased.

Up the hill towards the bus stop and called in the Co-op store and got some small bananas. Then further up and into the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, donated the old coins to them. Apparently, they must worth a fair bit, cause they made a fuss of me for the first time ever.

To the bus stop and Frank arrived as I was doing the crossword book. He seemed a little uptight and not like his usual self. His other-half sent him, Obergrefreiteress Jenny, to fetch a new computer and was returning it to her. He was probably, a bag of nerves in case he’d got something wrong?

As I hobbled along Chestnut Walk passing the works, after getting off the bus, I cheekily asked a workman if he would loosen the lid on the mushrooms for me. He struggled a bit but did it for me bless him.

Into the lift and up to the flat, had a wee-wee and put the fodder away.

Got the food on the cook and did the Health Checks and took the medications with the meal.

The vegetarian Shepherds pie was sprinkled with cheese on top and put in the oven with some potato letters (Waffles).

Got a few burnt finger edges taking the tray out of the oven.

Added beetroots, garden peas, Chinese mushrooms and tomatoes and soon I had devoured it with much relish and delight to the taste-buds.

Excellent flavour from the Shepherds pie.

Got the TV on and fell asleep with the empty tray still on the chair next to the recliner.

Woke after about an hour and thought it was morning at first.

Off to visit the Porcelain Throne, Haemorrhoid Harold was playing up badly, but very little bleeding.

Nibbled some Lemon Wafers… well, I ate them all. (Guilt!)

Nodded off again, plate still laying there on the other chair. Had a dream, something about my designing a necklace in gold and emeralds and a lady very pleased with efforts, I think she offered me a job, I was very happy… that’s all I recall.

TTFN each.