Inchcock Today – Thursday 22nd March 2018

Thursday 22nd March 2018

Cebuano: Huwebes Marso 22, 2018

0300hrs: I instantly stirred into imitation life of sorts. The brain caught up, and I mused over the day required actions. Get up and crack on with finishing the two-part Wednesday blog. Morrison delivery is due twixt 0630>0730hrs. Dentist appointment at 0930hrs. This was enough to fully engage the available grey-cells for the moment. Looking around at the mess from the upgrade work, prevented me from welcoming the day.

An ethereality lingered and tormented me. A feeling of certainty of the absence of any afflatus’ or creative impulses or ideas, ensured my characteristics and attitude would start off as one of diffidence and floccinaucinihilipilification. (I knew one day this word would fit the bill to use one of my blogs, Hehe!).

I unwillingly coerced and disencumbered my aged-body from the £300 second-hand recliner, and to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications. Quite how the dust from the window upgrading had gotten into the tablet compartments with closed lids and placed in a drawer, will have to remain a conundrum for now.

Huh! Now I have to dust the tablets, capsules and pills before I can take them!

I managed to get the camera out of the crack in the window to take a shot down below. But the new ledge outside is far too broad and long for me to be able to get a clear shot.

04Thur04Off to the Porcelain Throne. A little less bleeding this morning from the front end, but the usual for the last two days. Then the flood from the rear end from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

Got the computer on. It’s Lynda Lores Birthday today, I must make time to do a Happy Birthday graphic and hope the Facebook lets me work, for the lass.

Made a start on the first part of the Wednesday double post. Got it finished and then did the second part. Posted them both off.

Did the second Health Checks

The Morrison delivery arrived. No substitutions. Showed the driver the state of the flat. Got some sympathy from him, bless his cotton socks.

04Thur050810hrs: All readied, and I set off for the Dentists.

Over the road, and up the gravel hill, passing the tree copse on the way.

A lot of dogs taking their owners for a walk. One of them allowed me to fuss their terrier when it came to me. I have to say I enjoyed doing this and seeing her little tail wagging.

04Thur07Down the park path onto Mansfield Road, up over the crest and down to the dentists.

A confusion, come maze of plastic fencing greeted me. Some roadworks were in operation.

Luckily they had left just enough room for me to follow the fencing to the dentist front door.

I only got up the steps and two paces further, and I found myself at the end of the queue of patients in line, waiting to record their presence with the receptionists. As this column slowly got shorter, a nurse came down the stair and called out a ladies name, to go up with her to one of the surgeries. A woman behind me answered: “I’m here, still waiting to sign in!” Hehe! It doesn’t seem to matter where I go, mayhem is there!

After a while, I got to the desk and discovered that these receptionist are nearly in the same class as the Lidl and Audio Centre staff. Not as down-putting as the Lidl ones are, and they do not have similar quality sneers as the Audio ones, pretty snotty and they have a decent “Don’t bother me ‘unspoken’ stare” that is pretty intimidating. Also, their Smirks and Sideways Glances were excellent. After she told me I was too early and gave me some forms to fill-in, feeling penitential and ashamed of myself, I sat down and got on with doing a crossword.

A threatening looking dentist assistant with tattoos on both arms approached me and instructed me to follow her. When she saw I was struggling a bit with my efforts to stand and walk, she offered to carry my bag upstairs for me.

In the surgery, the male dentist Dr Vitesh Patel greeted me with all the false-enthusiasm of Jeremy Clarkson when not being fed! He quickly got me on the chair and leaning backwards and checked the teggies. As last time six months earlier, he carried out his fetish on the same tooth with the same words, as he did his best to break through with one of his metal probes. On about his fifth stab at it: “There is a tiny hole in this tooth, it might need a filling” I replied: “I’m not surprised, if you don’t stop sticking that thing into it, it’ll be a big hole!” He was not impressed and lost interest. Just like the last visit, he took some X-rays of the same teeth as on that visit. He looked at the gap in the missing tooth at the front and said. Does this bother you? No, I replied. “Okay I’ll leave it then” he responded. Telling me things are okay and assisted me out of the chair.

After ten minutes, if that, I was back downstairs paying the Oberleutnantess receptionist £20.60 for the pleasure. I asked if they could make the appointment for 12 months instead of six. “Not without the Dentists instructions and permission I can’t” Backed-up with a look of incredulousness mingled with a hint of scepticalness. I lied outright and said he did say so! Eventually, after much pondering, she made it for nine months.

I said my farewells and made my way limpingly out into the daylight. Yesterday’s marathon was beginning to make the plates-of-meat really tender and painful now. I dawdled slowly along back the way I came. To the park, and up the footpath. Another dog approached me for some fuss. A long-haired black terrier of some sort. He got plenty from me, and the lady owner said thank you to me as I moved on? Truly amazing, that’s three unknown to me dogs in a few days that have sought me out for some fuss?

04Thur08Up to the top of the hill, and near the tree copse, I stopped on the bottom of the gravel path to take this photograph of the hoist and workers on my floor of the apartments.

The feet were even worse now, really stinging.

But it’s my own fault for walking so far yesterday, innit? Hehe!

I got to the flat, and picked up the raffle prizes and box of nibbles, and back out to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Temporary Shed, for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour. Jenny was looking particularly pretty this morning. Cindy was in good form. Cath was too. Everyone there, apart from Big John, seemed in better spirits than of late. I had a chinwag with each of them in turn. (Well, not Big John!). Handed the raffle prize in, and took the nibble-box around, having a laugh here and there as I did so. Got some raffle tickets and handed them out to others. Stayed beyond the hour this time. Enjoyed it.

Back to the flat, had a wee-wee, did the Health Checks.

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Got the food in the oven tray ready to cook later, turned the oven on to warm up. A ready-made vegetarian moussaka. I added tons of extra grated cheese and some sliced tomatoes on top of it. Some battered onions ready to add later. Got a few red onion slices on the plate.

P1270930Started to do this blog. After a few hours the door chime rang-out. It was young bloke from Willmot-Brown. Came to measure the gap left at the bottom of the balcony door.

I let him in and started telling him about the curtain not being replaced and how I could not manage it on the steps. This made no impression, other than he asked which team did the window. I didn’t know, did I.

He finished measuring and said he would be back tomorrow to fill in the holes in the floor and apply the plastic board on top.

I updated the calendar and diary with the dates for the next dentist visit, Wednesdays INR blood test and the Morrison delivery.

Did the Health Checks etc.

Back to updating this diary.

Went to the WordPress reader page. Then did some commenting.

Facebook no letting me import to photo albums. Going too slow and sticking. Grr! Poor Lynda Lore! Well, I can wish her love and happiness for her Special Day, with a cyber cuddle and gentle non-intrusive massage too! XXX ♥♥♥

Got the oven on.

Nosh – Nice but far too many courgettes and aubergines, especially with the INR Warfarin level being so low.

I picked a lot of them out of the meal, to be on the safe side.

I bought these, cause they were on offer at 3 for £6. I’ll have to give the other two away if we have any vegetarians in the block.

Utterly shattered and tired out, I fell asleep after eating the meal. Woke and got up around 0200hrs!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 7th November 2017: Wet Day

Tuesday 7th November 2017

I didn’t wake up this morning. Hehe! I’d had a terrible night, woke up by the phone, then the Fire Alarm Shaker going off, and felt so attritional and ashamed at my getting things wrong, forgetting, being confused and this giving others hassle. The sense of compunction has eased slightly, but some guilt remains, churning away in my grey-cells. Couldn’t get back to sleep, so I got on with finishing the diary for Monday.

The most surprising thing is all the many hours I’ve been up and about so-as-to-speak, no call to the Porcelain Throne yet.

0140hrs: Made a cuppa and did the Health Checks.

Medications were taken then. I’ve got some pain-killers now, but things were not painful, so I decided to leave half of them off the dosage imbibed. I did take an extra Magnesium though, the cramps were giving signs of wanting to enjoy themselves. Haha!

I feel a right milquetoast this morning. Confidence, what bit I had, has evanesced. Along with and traces of get-up-and-go and drive.

I robotically did the WordPress Reading. Some good stuff on there again today. The mood lightened a little with my reading the amusing things some bloggers had posted.

I then went on Facebooking.

Still no call to the Throne?

CorelDraw prep work was done.

0830hrs: Got the ablutions tended to and adorned the daywear clobber, then set off for the bus stop. The rain was drizzling on and off, and it was not too warm with it either. Masses of tenants in the queue this morning. Gossips, moans and laughter ensued.

Caught the Bestwood Bound Bus and dropped off with many others in Sherwood. Three of the gals on the bus, all good uns, was also going to Mansfield this morning, Doris told me where to catch the bus back from as we parted, bless her.

Over to the Dentists. It turned out the appointment for today had been cancelled in the melee over trying to get the teeth done over the last eight weeks or so. Back out and over the road to catch the Masfieldbus, and the three gals from the flats were there. A gossip was started that only stopped when a bus arrived much later. The girls said one was missing that’s why they were still there.

The bus was full, and I had to sit on a side seat. Most uncomfortable and had the risk of me sliding off of it all the way there. Hehe!

The ladies got off at the Sainsbury Store, I went on to Mansfield Bus Station and got the brolly up. Walked down through the underpass and took this picture.

I haven’t touched it up or played with it at all, this is how it was down there. Eerie lighting?

I might save this to do a funny graphic with later.

B&M Store and Pound Stretcher stores visited. Treated me to some chocolate nougat, and could not find any of the screw-lid tubs in either shop. Called into the paper shop to get a TV Magazine.

So sad here, with a complete row of retail units and a pub, all closed down.

As I hobbled towards the passageway back to the station, Dizzy Dennis visited and a bad one it was. I decided to make my way home straight away, I was feeling tired anyway.

Caught the bus without much delay and the rain came down fiercely, en route.

When I downloaded this photo next morning, I thought there was a telephone pole coming down on the left that I had not noticed. But it was a sticker on the bus window. Hehe!

The heavy rain kindly stopped and reduced to a few spots when I dropped off the vehicle in Sherwood.

Up and over the hill and right up through the Woodthorpe Grange Park, right and down the gravel footpath to the flats.

I bit dodgy with the wet soil, but I got down without any Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas, I’m glad to report.

Mind you, the shoes socks and feet were a bit wet by the time I got in. Tsk!

The support cages or whatever they are called being put up by the workmen was now up to the top of the flats.

I hung out of the kitchen window to take these shots. While doing this, an urgent demand came from the innards for a Porcelain Throne visit. (At last!)

Messy again, took a while cleaning things up. I changed into the nightwear and put the wet clothes into the laundry bag for me to do in the morning. Dizzy Dennis had departed for the rest of the evening, bless him.

Got the meal cooking and took these shots, one from the front room and one from the kitchen again, of what the erection looks like under the balcony that will soon, not be a balcony? Haha!

Got the meal served up. A good mix tonight. Farls with cheese topping, beef steak pie, garden peas, Marmite Crisps and sliced boiled potato with vegemite and Balsamic sauce dotted about. Hehe! The teeth suffered when masticating a little, but it tasted so good.

Having the wash and cleaning the teeth were bleeding a fair bit from the loose one. My own fault for having the crispy sharp cheddar cheese on the Farls! Then took the medications and carried out the Health Checks

Sister Jane called me to tell me she had informed the Pegasus people for me. I thanked her. She is going into hospital for a neck X-ray in preparation for her operation. I hope she rings me to let me know how things went for her. I’ll stay in all day tomorrow, then I shouldn’t miss any call from her.

The heavy rain suddenly stopped.

Washed the pots and got settled into the £300 second-hand recliner.

Watched some TV on Channel 20. They are currently showing lots of the old stuff I like to watch. Unfortunately, I nodded off while Hetty Wainthrope Investigates was on, waking up two hours or so later – with the flipping Fire Alarm Strobe and pillow shaker going off again! I dare not ignore it. So, I went through the same schedule at the day before. Disentangled my body from the recliner, a quick look out of the window (No sign of emergency vehicles). Went to the front door, rested the handle with the back of my hand for any heat (None – in fact it was cold). Head out into the passageway, no alarms sounding outside at all. Back in the flat and checked both the other room in my mansion (belated).

Poured a cup of clementine juice and got back down in the chair, not now being able to sleep (I thought), I started to watch whatever it was on the gogglebox. Nodded-off within minutes.

Inchcock Today – Friday 13th October 2017: Laundry – Dentist – New Alien Blob discovered in lift

Friday 13th October 2017

Irish: Dé hAoine 13 Deireadh Fómhair 2017

0140hrs: I stirred differently this morning, slowly. The reluctant to open eye-lids tentatively fluttered into an open position. I waited a few moments for the brain to catch up and assume a status of readiness for activity. It took a few minutes longer, but it got there. The thoughts bouncing about in my mind were depressing, tristiloquy-like ridden. Luckily, they were forgotten about and abandoned when the overwhelming demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

I fought the pain from Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis, disentangling my aching limbs and body from the £300 second-hand recliner, and into the wet room. Only to find there were no evacuation materials to rid me of, just splurting winds.

I had a wee-wee.

I spotted the note I’d left to remind me of the Dentist Appointment at 0945hrs this morning.

I’d added about doing the laundry onto it.

0158hrs: I gathered the washing bag and accoutrements and made my way down to the laundry room.

Only the one lift was working, number one that holds the Wachlino – The Alien Blob. That has been in there resisting all attempts to kill and clean it up, for four weeks now. I’d got the camera with me and decided to do an updated photograph of the little creature. When I got inside the elevator, I took a photo to use later in making a graphicalisation.

I hoped that the other two new marks on the floor were not further alien amoeba about to give birth?

Got the washer going and back up to the flat.

Made a start on finalising yesterdays post for half an hour or so, and it was time to go down to move the stuff into the dryer.

I must say, I was pleased with how the oven thingy, mitt or whatever it is called, came out nice and clean despite its thickness.

Turned the dryer on and then back up in the lift.

Well, then I noticed something of further interest on the floor near the corner in the shadows under the fold-up seat!

Yes indeed – A new Alien Omeaba? A lot fresher looking than the old one now. Another Watchelino Mark2!

Got back up and set about making a graphic for a bit of fun.

Got this done, then finalised the Thursday chronicle and started this one off for an hour or so.

Then back down to clean the machines and collect the laundry.

Folded the stuff and got it into the bag. Then wiped the machines and cleaned the filters. Had a spray around with the freshener. Pleased to report that I had no Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas down there this morning.

Proceeded with updating today’s log.

Checked Email got a message from Jenny, thanking me for the flowers. She used the Facebook thing, but my computer freezes when I use it so I could not reply.

Time to get the ablutions done, and readied for the dentist visit. Oh, I do hope they can sort it today.

Sorted the waste bags and took them to the rubbish chute.

Got ready for the dentist and set off. Both lifts were operating now, but I got in number one and took the opportunity to get some better shots of the ‘New Alien Blob’. I forced the flash on the camera to work, and the results were better this time. Made this graphic later when I got back home.

Out the foyer doors and up the gravel hill into the park, left down to Mansfield Road.

I had nasty Dizzy Dennis attack as I neared the gates. Had to stop near a bench and hold onto it. Not all bad though, cause it gave me the chance to watch dogs playing with their owner and I spotted this insect, whatever it is on the top back of the seat.

Dizzy only bothered me for about five minutes, and then I set off slowly hobbling to the dentist place.

Fingers crossed and hoping for the best, I entered and bravely bothered the Obergefrieteress receptionists. Took a seat and got the crossword book out. A young assistant came to fetch me half an hour so later and carried the bag for me as I tackled the steep stairs to the treatment room. The Dentist needed to see the actual INR blood level figure from the Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic, which I didn’t have of course. Not that it would have helped me get my teeth done, because the level was only 1.5 on it, and the dentist would not do any work until it was 2.5 to 3,5 anyway,  as she explained. So, now I have to wait until next Tuesday to have a blood test. Then wait until the DVT record comes to me. Then it has to be in range. Then I have to go to the surgery within 24hrs and try to get an appointment within the next 24 hours of visiting them and informing them. But they cannot guarantee me one. The dentist came down with me to speak to the receptionists about the situation. But even she got dirty looks from the Commandantess receptionist; I just got ignored.

So, what chance have I got of ever getting the teeth done? I thanked them and left with a despondent, dejected air about me.

Outside, just about coped with the two steep steps down to the sidewalk and things took a turn for the worse for me as a blooming Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came to close to me for comfort as he sped by.

Git!

Limped down to the Wilko store and got some duck food, bleach and fabric softener.

Back up the hill, still feeling depressed. Roy and Doris were at the bus stop, and we had a little chinwag and laughed as we waited. Not an easy thing to do when all three of us are hard of hearing! Hahaha!

Got in and prepped th things for a meal of the day.

Smoked Basi fish fillets, garden peas, orange flavoured beetroot and three small potatoes boiled. I’m goingto try some of the Fish Sauce with it, see if I like it.

Onto the computer to update this diary.

Quick check on the Emails.

Jenny rang me thanked me for her flowers and we had a nice chinwag. She told me to ring her when I needed ny help with moving things when the upgrade started. So kind of her.

Nosh eaten, but I took a photo of it without a cars in th e camera, and don’t know how to get it off the camera?

Porcelain Throne session; Meat Balls come to mind. Haha!

Flaked out so early after doing Health Checks and taking medications.

Inchcock Today – Friday 22nd September 2017:

Friday 22nd September

0425hrs: After many wake-ups and nodding back off again, I rose from the £300 second-hand recliner and off to visit the Porcelain Throne. Far less messy this morning, glad to say.

Made a mug of tea took the medications and did the Health Checks. The weight had gone down a bit. (He says smugly, Hehe!)
14.84 St. Mind you, I have not been eating so much, what with the Suzie incisor teeth situation.

Not bad again the ailments, apart from the tooth and Hernia Harry, the day has started very well indeed. (Big mouth?)

A pleasant sight this morning, a chimney, out of all those in view, and there are hundreds of them, actually being used to heat the house! Most rare nowadays, a solid fuel fire.

The distant scene, looked to me, with the mist and all, that the sea and coastline, that could be seen through the fog.

Got onto the computer and finalised the Thursday diary and got it posted off. Then checked the Emails.

A touch of guilt came over me as I went to make another cuppa, and I saw the state of the kitchen floor.

No sooner had I swept it and started to mop it up, Craig Cramps attacked the left hand and both set of fingers.

Never mind, I rubbed in some of the Phorpain Gel to ease the fingers. Dare not take an extra Codeine cause I’m using some to deaden the Incisor Suzie Teggies, already.

A bash on Facebooking, and WordPress reading for a couple of hours.

During the Facebooking, someone asked what they will do with the old Police Stations site on High Street, in Arnold behind the Asda store.

I looked it up on the web.

Went off for a wee-wee.

Stubbed my toe and swore.

Returned and discovered that it is to be a Petrol Station with three pumps, six individual service accesses.

I found the planning permission on the Gedling Borough Council pages, and also edited the Google page which showed that the Police Station was still there and working. Got an email back from Google thanking me. Nice that!

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Onto CorelDraw to do TFZer graphics. Hours later, I’d got it finished.

Drained now, got the nosh going, rinsed and suddenly the flipping tooth started off for no apparent reason as far as I could see.

I was careful about what I prepared tonight. Instant potatoes, made thinner than I usually would mash them, they were soft. The tinned BBQ mackerel I knew should be safe, cause it has no bones or hard bits in it normally. The surimi fish sticks not hard at all, the garden peas were safe, and the fish sticks I cut up into tiny pieces before I put them into my mouth.

All this effort and it was still a pain, literally, to eat the meal. But, I downed all of it, slowly. Had the evening medications along with it, followed by the lemon fool and meringue mousse.

Settled to watch a film on the box. I reckon I must have seen it with fifteen nod-offs. When I woke after the last one, I could not change the volume at all? I tried all the usual things, going into the options thingy and all that.

Fell asleep again, and woke with the teeth not half giving me some bother. Got up and took an extra pain-killer and rubbed some Phorpain gel in the hands that were stiffening and cramping a bit. As I got back into the £300 second-hand recliner, it dawned on me, that I had not checked the plug connection on the headphones to the TV set. So I did – Yes, it had come lose. Tsk!

By the time I was about to nod-off, the nocivity from the teggies had started to ease a bit. Phew!