Inchcock Today – Monday 16th September 2019: It was going so well, then a Super Accifauxpa ruined it. Ah, well!

2019 Sept 16

2019 Sept 16

Monday 16th September 2019

Greek: Δευτέρα 16 Σεπτεμβρίου 2019

1Mon02

02:45hrs: As has been the regulation activity on waking for a few days now; I woke in need of a wee-wee. Dismounted the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 To the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), and what a pathetic lamentable session it was, of the WPTU (Weak-Pathetic-Trickling-Unwilling) style. Hardly worth the effort really!

WDPright1Mon05WD 0.0.150 As I was wiping and shaking, It felt like to me, that blood should have been flowing from a lesion on the left shin? I took a proper look. What a state the pins were in! They had regained the fluid storage, gone all knobbly, more blood papsules had appeared. The worst thing about this was the left leg had joined in getting the blobs and odd lumps and 1Mon03marks, now! Although I could not get them to show clearly in the photos, two new craters had appeared, near the new, what look like, but are not scratch marks?

Amazing how quickly things can change! If, as now looks likely, the peripheral neuralgia is going to affect the left side as well as the right, I could find myself in a right pickle, in a naufrageous way. It’s true, I do suffer from abulia and ambivalence nowadays, but that very fact proves the absence of any ability, to improve things. Doesn’t it?

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 Then, I realised I had slept with the bamboo socks on! I am not supposed to do this. I wonder if doing this, may have caused the problems? The left leg, is now positively stinging in the area around the depressed pothole flesh?

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 As I painfully removed the socks, to get them hand-washed… Blood appeared on the back of my hand? Oh, bother! It was Little Inchies Fungal Lesion that was bleeding! No pain with it, mind. (Not doing very well these last few days, am I? Humph!)

I got some Inchy-cleaning done and applied some over-the-counter hydrocortisone cream. I am out of the prescription Dexamethasone anti-fungal cream, so do not expect startling, or even a successful outcome. I must get a prescription for some more. While doing this, the summoning from the innards arrived – at last! Hardly any effort needed, no pain either. But it was another monster-sized evacuation. I just hope I can avoid any blockages in the pipeworks.

Thank Heavens for the PP’s! Oh, yes!

Washed the dandies and wiped the contact areas with antiseptic disinfectant, and returned to the kitchen, and got the socks washed, rung-out and onto the airer. Kettle on, took the medications, I was unsure about taking the water tablet, the Furosemide? I decided against it, despite the knobbly, warped, pot-marked legs returning. Made a brew, and got on the computer to get the finishing off of the Sunday blog done.

With a weary determination, I pressed on. Eventually getting the post finished and sent off to WordPress. Then I had to make up a template for today’s blog, using CorelDraw and WordPress to achieve it. But, I proudly got it done and made a start on this page.

WDPright1Mon16WD 0.0.150 08:00hrs: Ablutioning time. I stripped off ready to do the teggies and shaving; and what a sight the stomach was as well as the legs! Blood papsules, lesions, spots and an erupting ulcer I think, at the top of the heart operation scar! The dropsies during the session were too frequent, and many to count! The soap in the shower being ahead count-wise, I feel sure. But included the toothbrush, toothpaste, mouth-wash bottle, razors, bleach bottle, ear wax bottle, flannel, towel, spectacles, Haemorrhoid cream tube, and a bag of PPs! (Probably more!) I joke not!

1Mon06Incidentally, I made this photo into a Vignette style, to try and hide the embarrassing ‘Man Boobs’ that were hanging down, and the voluminous size of the gut. True!

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 Oh, alright then, here’s the original! Tsk! Not exactly pretty is it? I suppose it goes to prove my allotriophagy and tendency to gormandise? Guilty! With mitigating circumstances, which will be lied further about, no doubt, in future chronicles, later! Hehe!

I sprayed the feet, socks and shoes, dressed, and took the black bags to the chute on the way out, and a big bag for recycling to the Caretakers door on the way out of the lobby. Where I met Penny on her way out to the bin. She deposited a very large empty bottle of strong spirits, (Only joking!) and nipped back in through the caretaker’s handleless door, shutting it behind her, so I had to walk the winding route on the frontage, to get to Winwood Court. Hahaha!

1Mon09a

I entered through the lobby, and called into the Obersturmbannführer Wardens cross-examination, interrogation room, and handed out some nibbles. Dean and Julie looked rather busy, so I departed and walked through the large Winwood Court social area. Near the open kitchen, I decided it would be a good idea, to nip out the rear door, to take photos of an area I usually cannot access. I got out using the green release button, this one opened automatically after I pressed it, not like the Woodthorpe Court one, it didn’t need opening manually.

It was drizzling lightly, and I took a shot along towards their seating alfresco area and my beloved Woodthorpe Court.

WDPright WD 0.0.150 Then realised that the swipe button to get back inside, hanging loose, the rain had gotten into the box, and it wasn’t lit up or working! Ah, well! As luck would have it, I found another door further along near Winchester Court, that was working, and got in through there! Out, and to the bus stop. Penny and a couple of others were there. The queue soon grew. I had a great laugh, joke and gossip while we waited for the L9’s to arrive.

My intention originally was to go to the Arboretum, to feed the ducks and birds. But seeing how the wheels on the trolley were already getting leaves, seeds and various other bits of muck on them, I decided to go to the Disabled shop instead, and have a look to see if they had any three-wheeled guides for sale, with a larger bag then mine. On the short trip down into Sherwood, Angie, Roy, Shirley and others shared a giggle or two.

I alighted with many others and called into the Post Office supermarket. The owner was true to his word and had got some more of the puff pastry fingers in stock again. I bought two packets and a roll of biscuits.

1Mon10I came out and had a walk up and over the hill on Mansfield Road, and down to towards the disabled shop.

On my way, the brain wanted to give me one of its ‘Worry, fret, fear, panic, attacks’. But I fought off this one. I wish I could do the same with all of them. But I don’t know how I did it this time. I would not let the hideous thoughts affect me at all! Within minutes, I was hobbling on, unconcerned and certainly not worrying about anything, Amazing!

1Mon11 I arrived at the store and went in to have a look around at the trolleys on show.

None of them appealed to me or had any larger carrying capacity than the one I have already.  Pity!

The chap came to me and told me no suppliers do one with a bigger bag on them. Ah, well! It 1Mon12can’t be helped!

As I was walking back up Mansfield Road into Sherwood, a Pavement Cyclist, came at me head-on, and I had to move to avoid the arrogant, ignorant, nasty, scumbag from banging into me. I turned to take this photo of the sleazeball, stinkard, rat-bag, shitty varmint!

1Mon13I walked over the brow and down to pass the bus stop. Angela and Roy were sat outside a cafe, and we had a few words. They were off to the Lidl store in Carrington.

I went to the Wilko shop. Where they had the £3 Ylang Flavour Boost chrystals on sale at three for £5! I hope they are not clearing them, to stop selling in future! I bought three of them, a Ylang fabric conditioner, and some waste bags.

1Mon14Up to the bus stop. When the bus arrived, there was the only person on it apart from myself. A new tenant, who is not the greatest conversationalist I’ve ever known.

When the bus arrived, the driver parked behind the first bus. He put down the board to let me off safely, and let the other passengers on the bus with ease, thank you, Sir!

1Mon14aAs I went into Winwood Court, via the lobby door, there were three people waiting to get the bus. I bravely told them I am not allowed to let anyone in who I don’t recognise. They produced Nottingham City Home I.D. So I let them in. But, just to keep an eye on them, I took a picture of one of the toy dogs that are scattered around in Winwood Court, while maintaining a bead on them. But they seemed genuine enough.

I didn’t see a soul as I walked through the linking passage until I got to the end door. The caretaker was coming my way and held open the swipe-door for me. I thanked him, and we had a few words and a laugh shared.

1Mon15Still, no one it sight I got up to the flat and emptied the trolley and carrier bag out. Then got the things put away and pondered on what to have for my nosh, later.

No equivocating this time. After a few moments, I decided on beef pasty, curried baked beans and a few chips! I surprised even myself at my quick mind-making-up! Haha!

1Mon17I got the computer on, and ready to start to update this blog. After all, there may not be much time in the morning, with the crippling, over-enthusiastic, impassioned, body-wrecking, After-Stroke physio session to attend! Then I made another decision. Oh Yes! I got the £2.30 bus fare put ready in the jacket pocket I’ll wear, and wrote a note, to leave on the TV screen. This being due to my missing the flipping bus last week, cause it came two minutes early! So, ‘Be prepared’ is the motto for this week!

I’ve just realised something – No, wee-weeing again yet?

I started, at last, doing the updating. Much tap-tapping with the occasional thud from above for the first two hours of the job.

Eventually, the weariness overtook me. I got the nosh sorted. Another of the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination; the photograph I took of the nosh has disappeared from the SD card? I ate the fodder, beans, chips & tomatoes. Flavour-rating 6/10.

Thought I’d better get the handwashing done, with having to go out early in the morning for the physio session, I’ll not have much time.

I got the washing up of the pots done. I used the Fairy washing up liquid, and tons of tiny bubbles flew around. I got the camera and tried to photograph them. I think I caught a total of one bubble! Haha!

1Mon20

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 and an WD 0.0.150 A I was taking of the trews to get myself settled down, and as I bent forward to place them on the rack… just at  that moment, Dizzy Dennis visited, and I toppled over. Falling against the Ottoman and the chair. How I got my hands out in front of me to avoid further injury and damage, I don’t know. But I recall an odd moment of smugness, as I thought; “Cricky, you did well there, son!” to myself.

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 Then the neuropathy ridden right hand and arm, started to do a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and of course, my arms, that were protecting my privates, chest, face etc. from landing fully on the Ottoman, collapsed! I fell on the Ottoman corner, chair and floor, all cleverly at the same time. I really was in  nervous state, again thinking of pressing the wristlet alarm, as I was struggling to get back upright, and was not sure if I’d done myself any serious harm or not. I eventually managed to get myself back up, and disintangled of the crushed Ottoman and lid, electricty plugs and wires. But I have to say, it shook me up a bit.

I felt a bit giddy still, so stood with the stick for a few moments, and thought things through. The dizziness lingered, and I moved very carefully to get the camers to check on any harm done to the legs.

WDPrightWD 0.0.150 1Mon21The pins were not a pretty sight! Hehe! A few new bruises coming through on both legs, above the knee where I landed hitting the Ottoman and electricity socket array.

I hoped that they would not stiffen or become too painful for me to get to the After -Stroke Physio Torture Session in the morning.

I settled down and sleep came much easier tonight. I slept a straight five-hours. Bliss!

Inchcock Today – Sun 15 Sept 19: Sleep, deep peaceful sleep… Wot’s that then?

2019 Sept 15

2019 Sept 15

Sunday 15th September 2019

Italian: Domenica 15 Settembre 2019

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03:10hrs: I stirred into a replica of real life, and the need for a wee-wee (As is usual recently), arrived. I escaped the clutches of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and regretlessly took, (I still haven’t got them back yet, four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and ridiculously, relentlessly rotting-away recliner.

WD 250.0.100 I Took the few dodgy steps to the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) and had a rather pathetic, weak, approximate quantity, no more than four-fluid-ounces of an INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee. The stomach was still feeling tight, with the odd escapage of wind, amidst the rumblings from within. It’s been about 42-hours since any Throne evacuations. Oh dear!

7Sun07I got a potato in the crock-pot for me later, one in the saucepan for Josie, and got some peas podded.

The potato in the saucepan was soon losing its skin, which was a good sign, so I lowered the heat on it to a minimum level the stove 7Sun10would let me.

WD 250.0.100 A lot of the peas still had the fur inside the pods, so I had to take care and avoid using them. So many peas shot off all over the place, I think I spent more time searching for them and retrieving the few that managed to find. Bit of a 7Sun01farce, the podding was this morning!

I took a picture through the open thick-framed, light and view-blocking kitchen window. That turned out to be one of my worst ever. I’ve no idea what I did wrong? Unknowingly the shaking hand, I assume, might have affected things? I moved the handwashing onto the airer, and had yet another INHBT mode wee-wee!

7Sun10aI spotted one of the escapee peas on the stove as I was leaving to get the computer on to do the updating, but where the other estimated eleven peas had gone… Well?

WD 250.0.100 I got my nose-to-the-grindstone and got on with the updating. With my late awakening, due to not being able to get to sleep last night, and the Peripheral Neuropathy affected fingers losing some degree of sensitivity when they contacted anything hard, making typing such an ever-mistake making process. It took me a good few hours to get the task completed! Luckily, the Axonotmesis affected leg, did not do any of its imitations of the Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dancing! Although the shoulder did go into its ‘Jij-jig’ routine a few times.

By the time I’d got it all finished and posted off, I felt like it ought to be time to get my head down. Humph! I went to make a brew, before starting on creating the graphics for today’s blog.

7Sun11It was getting lighter out. But, the moon was still showing occasionally through the clouds.

I got the drink and began on CorelDrawing.

I had nearly got them graphic almost all done; the top Brexit Humour, the thought of the day and the Days dedicated to picture, and I realised that I had not started any prep work for Josie’s cheesy potato meal. I got on with getting the large potato from the saucepan, and into the mixing bowl. Cut it up into small pieces and removed the larger pieces of skin. Added the shredded Leicester cheese to the spuds. Then some butter, onion salt and malt vinegar. I must have spent about half-an-hour mashing it all up together. The hands didn’t play up much, I’m glad to say. Got shaped and into the oven. Back to the computer to make a start on this post.

Sister Jane rang, and we had a natter that I enjoyed. I thought about asking for my valuables back. But the only time I mentioned it before, Pete said they were too heavy to carry. Presumably, they were the same weight when he took them? Haha! He is a rascal!

I stopped computing and got the plate laid out, ready for the presentation display for Josie to enjoy. I got the beetroot, gherkins and sliced part of the Italian-Bull tomato in the slicer, and them onto her plate with the cutlery wrapped in a kitchen towel. I bet she wakes me again by returning them late? Still, she does it every Sunday, so I’ll just have t put up with it Hehehe! 

I got the cheesy potatoes out of the oven, all nicely crispified now. Added the fresh pod peas and some mousse to the plate and tray then got it on the wheeled server and was delivered to Josie’s door, ringing the bells at 11:58hrs, The potatoes were still hot. I’m never far off of the 12:00hrs target-time.  She was a good time in answering. When she arrived, she said she was on the phone. She liked the look of the nosh, though. And that cheered me up. I wished her happy nibbling and returned to the flat.

7Sun19I got the black bags sorted, and took them with me to the chute, on my way to the Winwood Court rooftop to have a nosey around and take some pictures.

I poddled along the link-passage corridor, to the Winwood Court elevator. I didn’t see a living soul on the way. I got up to the beautiful, warm, cosy, well set-up leisure lounge they have. No one was in there. So I had a mini-hobble about with the three-wheeler guide and took a few photographicalisations.

7Sun15I spent about twenty-minutes pottering about. I’d hoped someone would arrive, for me to have a natter too. But no! The felt on the roof was still leaking

I popped into the big lounge downstairs. Again, there was no one free for a gossip!

As I started to walk back through the link-passage, four blokes came in the foyer, and went to the new laundry room? On a Sunday? They were not wearing overalls! Mmm? They looked responsible types. But so did Lord Lucan!

7Sun21I made my way to the Woodthorpe end on the passage. And turned round to see if I could see the suspicious ganglet of men, but I couldn’t. Incertitude swelled up inside of me.

I wished I’d taken a photo of them now!

I got back up to the apartment and got back on the computer.

It was nearly 15:00hrs, and I would have liked to have got stripped off, and get the handwashing done, and then my head down. But Josie has not returned the things yet. She may or may not return them today, but it is usually late, for me, when she does. It doesn’t matter, but I dare not go to sleep to be woken up in the nude again.

So, I had to force myself to do some more graphics and templates, even though I wasn’t up to at this time of day for me. Oh, I am awkward!

WD 250.0.100 But the weary tiredness, and as I got more so, the hands started playing up, and I even had a mini Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance from the right leg! 

7Sun22I gave up. Graphics still not even started, let alone done!

I got my meal sorted out. The tomato-slicer was not quite big enough to cut the last chunk of the Bull Tomato, so I… ‘Carefully’ used the steak knife, to slice it. It looked very odd inside, with 7Sun34bvery little juice. But the flavour was spot on!

The beetroots, so-called, Baxter’s Baby Beetroots, were extremely large and so hard! But, all the rest was fine and tasty. Enough to give it a Flavour-Rating of 7.9/10.

18:00hrs: I was just finishing it off, and the door-chimes rang-out! Josie was returning the things from her nosh. She said she’d enjoyed it, and gave me a chocolate eclair. Bless her! At least with my staying up late, for once I wasn’t woken up. Haha!

I got the pots washed, and settled down in the £300, c1968 rickety-recliner, the one broken by Brother-inLaw Pete when he was burgling the flat when I was in the Stroke ward in the hospital.

All I wanted was some sleep. It took such a long time coming again! “Sleep, sweet Morpheus, sleep…”

Inchcock Today – Sat 14 Sept 19: Nonarbitrary Whoopsiedangleplops and nervosity!

2019 Sept 11

2019 Sept 11

Saturday 14th September 2019

Afrikaans: Saterdag 14 September 2019

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02:15hrs: I woke up in urgent need of a wee-wee, and after only 2 hrs kip as well, Humph and Globleturds! Out of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, over to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) for a wee-wee. Which proved to be yet again of the INHBBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-barely-trickling) mode.

WD 150.0.0 I opted to go and get the handwashing wrung-out and hung. Argh! A toe-stubbing of a particularly sensitive nature was taken en route. What a Klutz of a Schmendrick!

6Sat01I hung the shirt above the heater. Got the kettle on and took the medications. While doing this, I decided I’d have BBQ seasoned rice and bacon for the meal later. Then I got on with updating the Friday post. Which, with many, (All of the INHBBT variety) wee-wees, and stoppages for a false alarm Porcelain visit. I’m nervous after yesterdays blockage. 

WD 150.0.0a I got the peas in the saucepan, but unfortunately, I left the heat on and not realised! I went back to computerisationing for about two hours, and the smell of burning, made me jumped up and rush to the kitchen…

5Sat01WD 150.0.0 Stubbing the same toe again on the way! Grrr!

WD 150.0.0 I think I may have ruined the new saucepan! Treble-Humph and Globleturds! I think I might be able to save the peas, though, I don’t mind them burnt. Off again for yet another failed evacuation.

5Fri20fWD 150.0.0 This time I noticed how the legs were looking; damned pale, warped and white, with the muscles looking contracted, and the toe was hurting something awful! More Humphs and Globleturds!

I finally got the post finished and sent off to WordPress.

Then I thought it would be a good idea to get caught up with the TFZer Facebooking. Ha! I was on it for over three hours! (because I was so far behind! Tsk!) But it was so nice to get caught up for a change. This being a Saturday, no health, Nottingham City Homes, shopping or physio appointments to get in the way. I loved getting it done. But it will probably be next Saturday before I can catch-up again.

I then realised I had not started this blog off yet! So I did!

I thought about the nosh then, I was getting a bit hungry. As for making up the templates, they will have to wait, or be done each day.

I got the fodder sorted and checked on the long sleeve t-shirt hanging up. It was very nearly dry already! Then it dawned on me what time it was! Almost my head-down time! A good job the rice will take little time to cook. Back to the food preparations.

6Sat02The saucepan had in it a grand selection of my favourites for me to feast on! Uncle Ben’s BBQ flavour rice. Burnt until they had black spots on the fresh garden peas! Plenty of tomato slicer-sliced brown Sicilian tomatoes. Smoked streaky bacon rashers.

With a drop or two of extra virgin olive oil, Texas BBQ sauce, and an eighth of a small 6Sat03silverskin onions, & some tip-top, but expensive Morrison’s 45% balsamic vinegar.

Once all in the saucepan, it only took four minutes to cook, (an hour to prepare, mind. Ha-ha!) (Ten-minutes to check everything was turned off or not left on.) My aboulomania showing itself again!

I settled in the Brother-in-Law, Pete destroyed, c1968, recliner, and feasted on this divine meal, with its vinegariness adding the master-stroke to the taste! A taste-rating of 8/10! I believe the brown tomatoes helped the overall flavour, too.

WD 150.0.0 As I stood up to take the utensils to be washed, the innards kicked off postprandial. I did think that the Porcelain Throne was to be used at last! But, no! Much malevolent, worrying, and threatening of severe activity from my intestinal department burst forth! At the same time, after the last evacuation caused a blockage in the toilet, part of me did not want the event to happen. Oh, dear!  Dippydro that I am, I changed my mind – it has to come again eventually, surely. So even if it causes plumbing mayhem, I now wanted the release to come. Not that my wishes came into it, for the uncomfortable blockage ensured there was no need for any Porcelain Thronal activity!

6Sat03aAs I was cleaning the equipment, I was like a proper deipnosophist; but talking only to myself. (Well I would, with no one else about. Hehe!) The subjects mused-over were of no particular value, importance or even interest.

Then while scouring away at the pots, it dawned on me that I had managed to get the new saucepan that the peas were burnt in, eviscerated. Amazing! It may have been the Fairy Liquid I’m currently using instead of the cheapo ones I usually purchase?

WD 150.0.0 I got down in the Brother-in-Law Pete destroyed by his nosing into things electrical, £300, c1968, grungy-beige recliner. I could sense I was going to have difficulty in getting to sleep again. It was hours beyond my head-down time, now. So, I turned on the television, got the headphones on and working, (all trial & error, you know! Humph!), and part-watched some TV. I found that Rumpole of the Bailey was on, two back-to-back episodes, which cheered me up initially. I watched the first one until the adverts came on, nodded-off, and woke up as the second one was finishing and the credits screen rolling. That was it for sleep, until well gone midnight. The mind-mused, fears, worries, frustrations and embarrassments came to the fore… No Throne activity, no sleep, no…

WD 150.0.0 Well, it doesn’t matter. For such a loud crunching sound came from somewhere nearby, followed by the whining or humming noise starting! I had to get up to investigate. I checked every room (All three of them!) in the flat. Had a look out of the window for any signs of activity, but found nothing untoward? But I did get the pleasure of taking three photos of the astonishingly coloured sky!

6Sat06

I had a drink of spring water and took the evening medications that I’d missed taking earlier. Got back down in the grotty, Brother-in-Law Pete knackered recliner.

WD 150.0.0 As I lay there, waiting for, hoping for and praying for sleep to come, slowly the eye-lids grew heavier, and: ‘Thwack!’ It almost sounded like the wings of a giant bird taking off. This time, I ignored the noise… at first! But I just had to go and have a check around later, when the ‘Thwacking’ was heard again! Nothing was found as to the reason or cause of the sudden crisp, loud noise?

Ah, the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, fascination and hallucination, being rife!

  • WillmottNot to mention the NCH’s plumbers giving me the floods, and my having to throw away my clothing from the soaked-through airing cupboard and buy new ones.
  • The infestation of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in just the one flat, mine!
  • The Fire Alarm that I cannot hear, as can’t many other tenants.
  • Willott Dixon plasterer, who left plaster splashed and trodden on, all over the carpets, chairs, curtains, frames and doors, my being left with them in need of costly replacements.
  • The electricians fitting the new Fire Sprinklers, who cut off my electricity for over nine hours that cost me in lost food in the freezer!
  • 4Thu001The new intercom set-up, which came with instruction photographs that were different than the actual ones in layout.
  • The new intercom set-up, that the ring tone, cannot be heard by me if I am not in the hallway, and see it light-up as well. Many other tenants say the same thing.
  • The new intercom set-up, which the view of the caller is often replaced with ‘Camera Fault’ message. (If it works at all!)
  • The new intercom set-up, not being heard, and often not working at all, I, and many others, have missed deliveries, visitors etcetera, on many an occasion.
  • 7Sun11aThe NCH bloke, who filled the air vent, left, I went out to the Doctors for my INR Warfarin blood test. When I returned, the foam had run down the wall and covered my electric socket, and turned as hard as iron and browny-red. Now the plug outlet can’t be used, for fear of electrocution! Even murderers don’t have to live with this threat!
  • Those mystery noises in the night and day! Droning, rustling, tap-tapping, whistling, throbbing, and most disconcerting to listen to. Baffling, perplexing and annoying at times.
  • The joy of the new windows in the kitchen and balcony. That cannot be reached to be cleaned, without the use of the stepladders, which I have tumbled off of, on four occasions. Jenny did her best to get the new window cleaner chap for me. He called, said he would see me Saturday AM. That was three weeks ago. Heard nothing since.

There is no doubt about it, moving into this flat, was mayhem. Living in this flat is fear-making, nerve-jangling, and fraught-festering. But, the alarm wristlet probably saved my life when I had the stroke! The two Nottingham City Homes ladies who came to do an updated, saved the day after I’d toppled over cleaning the kitchen. They immediately picked me up and showed great empathy and understanding of my predicament and problems. Thanks again, ladies ♥

I love it here!

Inchcock Today – Friday 13th September 2019: What a mixed day – Whoopsiedangleplops, Bonhomous, enjoyable chinwags, and the toilet got blocked. Fiddledeedee!

2019 Sept 13

2019 Sept 12

Friday 13th September 2019

Albanian: E Premte 13 Shtator 2019

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WD 0.51.51 03:00hrs: I stirred, and blenched the moment I tried to move. By Jiminy, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) was giving me so much bother in the knees. To be expected, mind, with yesterday’s Accifauxpas! I laid there a while, to praise the NCH gals, who rescued me from the floor.

With difficulty and throes of pain, I managed to rise from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working but not today, recliner. Within a few paces, the knees began to free up, which was surprising, and very welcome! They still hurt, but nowhere near as much as when I woke up. (Could this be a betterer day in the offing? Haha!) I got the handwashing onto the airer. Had an INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee. Took the medications. Made a brew, And off to the Porcelain Throne.

WD 0.51.51 At last, success! It took a lot of discomforts, the crossword book while struggling, and finally, the colossal evacuation was achieved! Some bleeding, and a lot of soreness, as was to be expected. The innards slowly but perceivably lightened, and the tightness of the diaphragm eased off. I heaved a sigh of relief!

I got the computer on to update the Thursday blog. Got it done in a couple of hours and sent off to WordPress. The internet was not playing up, and the finger-ends, not much dancing at all, and kept their sensitivity-nerves working all the way through. Smugness! Then went on the WP Reader section.

5Fri02Made a start on this diary then. After another couple of hours, I went to make a brew.

The colouring of the sky prompted me to take this picture, through the unwanted, light and view-blocking, thick-framed kitchen window- those with the glass that cannot be reached for cleaning. A shame really, after all that money 5Fri03that Nottingham City Homes has invested.

As I made the tea, I wondered how I would use the tomato-cutter on the Bull tomato? Hehe!

I must try to get caught up a bit on the TFZer Facebooking: I’m so far behind, it worries me. So, I went on to update the photo albums.

Just getting the photographs on, took me well beyond leaving time for me to get the ablutions done in time to catch the bus! I must get out to buy the potatoes for Josie’s Sunday cheesy-nosh! Then…

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So I’ll catch the next bus – which of course, will mean by the time I get back, all done-in and tired, there won’t be time to get any more computer work done. Oh, life takes so long nowadays. Hehe!

Better get a rushed ablutionalisationing session one! Fingers crossed, I can get it done in time to get the 10:30hr L9 bus! Grumph!

WD 0.51.51 Well, one hell of a Porcelain Throne session interrupted the ablutions. Never before has such a large-sized release taken place! Not only did I bleed, and was painfully stretched a good bit, but the flaming WC was clogged-up, as it could not cope with the volume! A right messy job cleaning up myself, and a worse situation unblocking the cistern! I hope I have, anyway. A good job I had the shower afterwards. The dropsies were many-fold. Unblocker bottle, pipe-hook, toothbrush, razor (3), flannel (2), shower-head, sock-glide, and ear-wax remover bottle! I hope the WC will work and cope with the next Porcelain Throne’s usage! Hoping for the best mode, engaged!

I readied myself, made umpteen checks on doors, taps, have I got this or that with me, lights, cooker etcetera, and departed on my mission to get the potatoes for Josie’s Sunday nosh. I took black bags to the chute, and down and handed in the large bag of recyclables to the caretaker.

I arrived at Cat-Walk models Wardens, Generalfeldmarschalless Deana and Obersturmführeress’s holding-cell office. They were busy, so handed the nibble bag around, and said I was off up to the top floor to take some photos, which I did. I used the wrong lift: I should have used the dedicated one. Tsk! Still, I took some decentish pictures, including these of the new felt roof leaking! I showed the photos to Oberscharführer Warden and Belly-Dancer Deana on the way down. She knew about it, though.

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Out and to the bus stop. Where a jolly-good chinwagging session was enjoyed.

5Fri019WD 0.51.51 I mounted the Arnold bound L9, and was soon dropping off on High Street… almost literally! Two ladies had to assist me as the trolley went over as I alighted. I’m liking all these ladies helping me I’m having lately, Haha! I walked over the crossing, chatting to one of the women, and made for Arnold flea market and the potato stall. To my amazement, they had some fresh garden peas in stock. I got 5Fri019afive baking potatoes for £2, and 2lb of peas for £3. Then, I walked to the Saver store, where I got some drain-unblocker, two bottles of, and a can of Erasmus shaving cream.

Next, I was off to the Asda (Walmart) store. I had a long slow poddle about, and stupidly came out with far too much shopping again, considering the trolley was already filled up with the potatoes, peas, drain-unblocker and shaving cream! What a Schnook I am! I had to buy another heavy-duty shopping bag, to cope with the purchaser, that was: 2 tins Chilli-con-carne, 2 beef-pasty slices, a bar of the new Cadbury dark milk chocolate, Dutch vine tomatoes, Asda bacon flavoured fries (chips), and a bag of six little wholemeal cobs, that were ready sliced. (These will just about fit in the freezer with the chips). I resorted the bags out, to try and get the heavy stuff in the pathetically small trolley bag.

But still ended up with an extra heavy bag, that threatened to have me over a few times on steep pathway to the bus stop.

I had to stop near the top as I passed by the car park, to take a shot of this better than average shot of the incredible sky.

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The bus soon arrived. I enjoyed a natter with an unknown and nice lady en route. And was quickly carried back at Winwood Heights!

5Fri004I took the route through the link-passage into the Winwood Court. The exit door was still not opening.

WD 0.51.51 I mentioned this when I got to the NCH Hustle Model and Obersturmführeress Wardens Deana, and Obersturmführeress Julie’s holding, and 5Fri20binterrogation cell. Deana said it does work; she used it yesterday. We went to check. And the green press button, which is identical as all the other link-tunnel doors, but this door only needs pushing after pressing the knob, and doesn’t 5Fri20aopen automatically like all the other ones do! I wish someone had told me earlier! I did feel a fool!

I took a few photographicalisations of outside. It looks like a suitable place to sit quietly, indeed 5Fri20anext door but one neighbour, Malcolm, was in his shorts and asleep out there, doing his best to get skin cancer.

I made my way to the flat, and checked first thing, on the toilet bowl.

WD 0.51.51 Oh no! Some erm… regurgitated content, was showing again in the bowl. I put a bottle of the drain-unblocker I’d bought, down the loo and left it to do its job. I may have cried, a little. Always at the damned weekends do we have problems, and with the Mr Fries crappy Virgin Internet going down every weekend, I was not in a good mood like I was earlier in the day! Sob!

5Fri20dWashed up well, and got the fodder and the bought products away.

I shelled some peas and got them in the saucepan. I nibbled few and found many of the pods had fur-growth inside, so took care not to add them to the pan, I just dished them. Can’t complain, it is so late in the season for them. Although the few I nibbled while podding, determined that I did not need to add any demerara sugar, they were sweet enough.

I got the chips in the heated oven and will add the beef pasty later, so they are both cooked at the same time Hopefully

Then, back to the wet room. Got the rubber glove on, and investigated the situation in the WC bowl! I pulled the chain, well, twisted the handle, and to my amazement, things were all cleared! But, knowing my luck, I resisted any feelings of confidence or contentment. I’ll see how things go on the next usage. Washed the dandies, and myself, stripped-off, and got the handwashing done, just in time for the meal finishing cooking. I put the sliced brown cobs in the freezer.

5Fri20eWD 0.51.51 Tomato sarnies, fresh peas, beef pasties and the bacon flavoured fries. Accifauxpas with the salt pot though! I was putting some salt on the chips and tomatoes, and the spout fell off of it! Still, a decent nosh, although the beef pasty was undercooked, so most of it was left uneaten. Shame! I did enjoy what I did eat, though. 7.8/10, taste!

I tried some pieces of the new Cadbury’s Dark Milk chocolate. Horrible, sickly sweet crap! I shan’t be trying that again!

WD 0.51.51 I’d no sooner got settled in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner, and a sudden eruption from the innards forced me to get back out of the chair and make for the Porcelain Throne. But it was a false alarm. Nothing moved, despite my belief that something wanted to, and my strenuous efforts to accommodate this. Tsk!

I must have had dozens of nod-offs of a few minutes duration. Waking each time and staring blankly at the TV screen with heavy eye-lids.

It was late, nearly midnight I think before I eventually got off into dreamland!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 12th September 2019: Accifauxpa – Rescued by Nottingham City Homes girls!

2019 Sept 12

2019 Sept 13

Thursday 12th September 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 13eg Medi 2019

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02:25hrs: Woke, rose, wee-wee’d; an INHBT  (I-needn’t have-bothered-trickle) version. By the time it had finished, I had realised that the usual ailments were all being kind to me.

WD 150.0.0 But, and however, the innards were rumbling, grumbling, with an uncomfortably-continuos dull, but sharp, aching pains from within. This I put down to the extremely rich flavoured Gastro lamb moussaka, that I foolishly added a lot Leicester cheese, and many of the strong-tasting brown tomatoes too, on top of the plate. I do get carried away, sometimes! I must try to control my gustatory and allotriophagy desires from now on.

I’m determined not to get myself in the state I’m in now, again. The wee-weeing is reluctant in the extreme, and as you will read further down the page, The Porcelain Throne evacuations, are a failed, painful, no activity farce! Tsk!

4Thu001The sky and moon looked so wonderful, I took a picture of it before the clouds hid the planet again.

I got the medications sorted out (Dropsie Count: all the tablets – the Pain-Gel tube, and [A miracle it didn’t hit my foot or break when it landed on the floor”], a bottle of antacid).

I went voluntarily to use the Porcelain Throne, thinking I needed to free things up, and hopefully relieve the pressure and incapacitating, pernicious throbbing from the innards. But to no avail. Not even any stomachic gas escaped! And that’s rare for me. The arghs, eurghs, and agagag’s flowed as a natural event.

4Thu03I got on with the updating of yesterdays blog. It took a while again, but not due to Mr ($19m annual salary plus expenses) Fries, lousy internet service. Rather, it was a large number of photographs.

Made a brew, and had a look outside. The wind was blowing hard, but not too cold with it, same as yesterday.

Back on the computer and sent the Pinterest photos off. Then the post to WordPress, next onto their Reader Section.

I’ll have to get the ablutions done now, so I am ready for when Nichola arrives to do the questionnaire, inquisition or telling-off. Hehe!

Back in a bit – having had no Accifauxpas, I hope.

4Thu02I’m back, and not wrong about ablution wishes. Only two-dropsies, a razor, and the toothpaste tube. Smug Mode Adopted! The plates-of-meat felt a lot better after the shower.

I tidied and cleaned a bit in the kitchen a bit.

WD 150.0.0a WD 150.0.0 I came across the birdseed packets and put them in containers, so they kept nice and dry. Regretfully, I dropped a pack of seeds, and they went everywhere! Simplemindedly, I got down on the floor, to pick them up and clean in the corner edges at the same time. This took me half an hour or so. Getting back up after the RAI (Rhuenatoid Arthur Itis) had set the knees was so stiff and painful! After many failed attempts at regaining some perpendicularity, I was on the verge of pressing the AAW (Alert Alarm Wristlet) and in a bit of a panic and close to a fit of agitation, and the screaming habdabs!

GC June 14eSalvation came perfectly timed! The door chime rang out. I shouted as loud as I could “Come in, please!” several times. Which the two Nottingham City Homes girl visitors eventually did.

WD 150.0.0 They hastened to me, and got me back upright on the pins – then the Peripheral Neuralgia in the right leg, gave a performance of its Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance routines, as I was being helped upright! It only lasted a couple of minutes. But, although embarrassed, I was so glad they arrived when they did! They went through the medications, timings, new issues since the last check, etc. We found time for a laugh and natter here and there. In appreciation of their help, I handed out some nibbles. I can’t recall a lot of what was said, though. I know the Roger Reflux threw a fit while I was taking. I think we went through how I am coping and other stuff.

4Thu04If the girls had not arrived at the time they did, I would have had to press the button in the wristlet. Bless them for their kindness and understanding! I thanked them both as they departed. My concentration and mind were still not in full-faculty-status, I assume from the polyneuropathy playing up.

The sky was looking less threatening, now.

Feeling a little light-headed, I put the kettle on but did not make a brew. Instead, I made up and took a Movicol sachet. Hoping that things might start moving in the innards department. Fingers were crossed on this particular problem! Not literally, of course. Hehe!

4Thu06I went out on the balcony and took a photograph of the much-love and missed Tree Copse. By Gawd, the wind was blowing so strongly now.

The area around the copse in the bottom field looked to be desperately in need of some rain?

4Thu05I wonder if I’ll ever be fit enough to have a walk through the Copse again? The mind pondered over how lucky I had been earlier, and the excellent timing of the NCH (Nottingham City Homes) ladies arrival!  So, there, I do have good luck occasionally! Hahaha!

WD 150.0.0 Oh, dearie me, a paramedic ambulance is outside Winwood Court!

GC June 14eAh, I’ve remembered now. Nichola, rang the surgery for me, about the Warfarin dosages not being sent to me. It transpired that they are leaving it at 1½ tablets for several weeks. They will let me know when the next blood test is due! (They say!)

WD 150.0.0 So annoying that they did not let me know about this! I thanked the gal, profusely for the help given me.

I got the handwashing done and hung.

5Fri20fGot the oven heating up. Updated this blog for a while, then got the nosh sorted. Sausage sarnies and tomatoes on Polish sliced sourdough bread. A fair, feast of fodder, it was not!

However, it suited me at the time, (Taste-Counter: reading, 7/10), with my being so tired and drained… but not depressed or frustrated at all! (Although still a smidge embarrassed!).

I was just so contended. Thanking out loud the two Nottingham City Homes girls timely arrival, rescue, care, and understanding! Thank you, girls!

WD 150.0.0 I did the washing up, accompanied by Roger Reflux, bursting forth with CIDP inspired gasps of wind, melodic and a much-varied selection of elongated bursts of belching!

WD 150.0.0 Did the handwashing, and the leg joined in, with a version of its involuntary imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing! I waited until the leg had finished its routine.

WD 150.0.0 Next, the tuneful Reflux Roger and CIDP singing, and the Peripheral Neuralgia leg-stomping caused me to drop the t-shirt I was washing at the time. I tried to catch it, and the walking stick was knocked off of the draining board it was hanging on, and landed on the tall brush and dustpan, which tipped over and fell on my corn!

My genuine first thoughts were if only we had a CCTV in the kitchen – it would have gone viral on YouTube. Hahaha!

WD 150.0.0 I cleaned things up, had an INHBT (I-needn’t have-bothered-trickle) wee-wee, and checked lights, power-points etcetera. Finding that I’d left the heater on in the wet room, so turned it off, the got settled in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later). £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recline. The mental fatigue ensured I was soon off into a beloved, peaceful, precious sleep! But not for long, unfortunately!

WD 150.0.0 I almost sprang awake, and sensed the need (at last?), for the Porcelain Throne to be needed. I struggled out of the rickety recliner without much bother at all, got my balance, then the stick, and limped at a fair rate of knots, to the wet room. All to no avail! Seated sat there, in hopes more than expectancy, with the innards bursting but nothing moving, I had a go at the crossword book. Had a mini leg-Neuropathic Schuhplattler-Dance. A few bursts of various sounding Roger Reflux inspired belches, then gave up all hopes of an evacuation.

WD 150.0.0 Back to the rusty recliner, had a drink of spring water, and head down. Just in time to catch the RAI giving the knees a hell of a battering pain! To be anticipated really, with the amount of time I’d spent on the kitchen floor with the knees on the hard floor surface with all my weight on them.

It took a long time for them to ease off, even with the Phorpain gel I applied. I got up and took a Codeine 30g as well. Back down, feet up on the chair (The recliner that brother-in-law Pete had broken when he was nosing around for my valuables before taking them, was not working now!)

Finally, I nodded off. I know this because I woke up later! Humph!

Inchcock Today – Wed 11 Sept 19: A betterer day. Yeehaa! Apart from Virgin Media going down repeatedly! Humph!

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2019 Sept 14

Wednesday 11th September 2019

Belarusian: Серада 11 верасня 2019 года

01:05hrs: I was so amazed at how easily I got put off of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, (Which he found and took, I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, to have a wee-wee. No bother, this morning, just a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. The  EGPWWB (Emergency-Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), had but a few fluid-ounces in it.

Having risen and moved with such ease, was a pleasure. Off to the kitchen, when the brain-storming arrived. Worries, problems etcetera permeating my peace of mind. Today is the lousily timed afternoon Podiatrist appointment. So I intend to get on with the updating. I took the medications, made a brew, and got the computer booted-up. I opened Coreldraw to make the graphics for a couple of days, and the Porcelain Throne required a visit.

WD 60.20.0 It turned out to be a session on the crossword book, with the occasional painful but unsuccessful heave and pushing… But I had to surrender and gave up. There was plenty that wanted to come, but I assume that Constipation Conrad was the reason for my failure to pass owt. I considered taking a tablet, or sachet of crystals to move things. But I decided to wait a bit.

3Wed001I washed the hands and got the nearly cold by now mug of tea, and went and got the computer going. I put the appointment made last night when I was woken up, for the questionnaire, interview, telling-off, update or, whatever it is I am having or being given on Thursday, with Nichola.

The feet were checked, the nails were long! Hehe!

I eventually got the graphics done, and worked on the updating of the Tuesday post. I can’t believe how long it took me, but there was a fair number of photographs, though.

Much tap-tapping, rattling and banging coming from upstairs, that was making concentration hard. But whether it will be from Herbert or some workmen, it didn’t matter, whatever, it had to be done. I turned off the computer and got at least some black and recycling bags sorted. I can take them down when I go out to the Health Centre. Time to get the ablutions sorted after that.

Back in a bit, all being well, I hope… Hahaha! 

WD 60.20.0Ac Excellent session with the ablutions. Only two dropsies as I can recall. The first one being the plastic bottle of drain-unblocker, which fortunately didn’t split open. Phew! The other one, a razor.

I got things ready, and set out, down in the lift and walked along the link-passage, checking to see if the door mechanism on the exit and fire door had been mended, yet. Nope!

3Wed01gaI got to the Wardens Holding & Interrogation Cell, handed some nibbles out, had a little natter, then out through the Windwood Court foyer onto Chestnut Walk. Where I took this rather pathetic picture from near the contractor’s storage sheds. Not very good, is it? Ah, well! Done me, bestest! Huh!

3Wed01hI got out of facing the sun and took this much betterer photo of Windwood Court. The shadow from the Chestnut tree looked rather good, and added something to the outcome, I thought. The pods will be forming soon, and then no doubt dropping, to give us something extra to struggle through with our disabled scooters, shopping bags on wheels and walkers. Hehe!

3Wed01iWD 60.20.0 To take this shot of my beloved, Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! But I like it! I foolishy bent down, put up the screen to see it. Getting back up again… Well! Hehe!

3Wed01JWD 60.20.0 A touch Nottinghamian Street Art, near the entrance to the gravel hill up into Woodthorpe Grange Park. Getting myself up this route, taking my time of course, nice and steady, was not too hard at all. I thought!

3Wed01LAt the top, I had to rest for a while. The CIDP was taking its toll on me. But I was soon back into life, and found myself under a tree, looking up at the Chestnuts forming. The wind was blowing a bit, but I managed to take a half-decent shot of them, zoomed-in.

3Wed01mI hobbled through the twitchel, and came out the other end, to take this picture of the fantastic sky.

It felt like I was in another country for some reason. The wind was warm, the sun not too hot, and I was out and about, leisurely limping 3Wed01Nto the Health Centre and the podiatrists.

As I strolled unsteadily along Elmswood Gardens, I spotted these flowers, with almost black leaves. They were obviously beyond their best, but they fascinated me. I wonder what they were?

I arrived at the Elmswood Health Centre. I walked around the corner to avoid the steps, around and up into the receptionist.

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WD 60.20.0 I began talking to the receptionist, with a word fluff! Hahaha! Oh, dearie me! “I’ve come to see the psychiatrist!” She smiled and gave me a ‘Poor old fool’, look. Then replied, “I hope you mean the podiatrist?” And broke into a smile! She had to explain what I’d said, as well. Oy Vey! 

WD 60.20.0 I went into the waiting room. A man and woman were there. To whom I offered a ‘Good afternoon! I only a scowling look back from both of them, in unison! Oh, heck!

They were soon called into the treatment room. I got out the crossword puzzle book out and had a go at it. Not too successfully. Half an hour or so later, the lady came and called my name, and in I went. We had a good natter while she did the tootsies for me. I have to go back in two weeks, to booke the next visit. I gave her a nibble, thanked her and went out, and made my way into Sherwood, to check out the Post Office shop for any my newly addicted to, Puff pastry fingers.

The weather was still perfect for hobbling.

3Wed03To my delight, the shop owner had some fingers in stock. Well, only one packet, but I bought it to add to the four packs I bought from Tesco on Tuesday. They were the same price as at Tesco as well. I asked him if he would be having some more in stock next week? He took a photo of the fingers on his mobile phone and said he’d get some if available. I can’t ask for more than that from him. I also bought a pack of Twist Baqar Khani fingers. I’ve not the foggiest idea what that they are or might be, but they looked highly edible, to me.

I thanked him, and as I left the store, an ignorant, scumball of pavement Cyclist wet by, and all but hit two young lady vegetarians sat eating outside the costly cafe, bakery, and shop. The swine! One of the girls got out her mobile and called someone sharpish.

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I crossed over the road and up to the bus stop. A lady tenant, Shirley, I think her name is was waiting. We had a good natter until the bus arrived. Back at the flats, we walked back to Woodthorpe Court, through Winchester and Winwood to or lifts, and up. Shirl dropped off on I think the 6th floor, we said our cheerios, and I got to my level. I called at Josie’s, but she was out.

I got in and prepped the Lamb Moussaka, put some Leicester grated cheese on top, and put it back in the fridge. I’ll add some tomatoes later, when its been in the oven for fifteen minutes and add some mini-wholemeal cobs, too.

I got the Computer on, with the intention of getting the updating done, then hopefully have time to get some TFZer Facebooking done. I’m miles behind with it.

But Mr Fries had other ideas… the Git!

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WD 60.20.0 It came back on, and I started the updating… or an hour or so, then…

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It was already an hour beyond my usual head-down time, Humph!

WD 60.20.0 Another session when it came back on, this time of its own accord. Another hour later…

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3Wed01gSo tired-out. I had to give up on the computing and got the meal started. I considered using the £4 Sicilian Red Bull’s Heart Tomato in the ready-made Lamb Moussaka. But decided against it, this might be best used sliced in a sarnie! Although, it might test the new tomato slicer’s strength? Will it fit in? Hahaha!

3Wed10I got the handwashing done and hung to dry, while the fodder was cooking.

I got the meal served up. I shall not invest in one of these again; the flavour rating was a most generous 4/10. Most disappointing. It took me a long time to digest it, with the horrible sensation that it all wanted to come back up again after eating it. Well, not all of it. The mini wholemeal part-baked cobs were pleasant enough and flavoursome.

WD 60.20.0 I think that with it being so rich in flavours, the Porcelain Throne evacuations, that have been so reluctant and constipationally restricted lately; will either be freed or clogged up even more! I’ll find out which on the next Throne visit. Oh dear!

Got the washing-up done, had an SSAOW (Short-Sharp-All-Over-With) wee-wee. By then, I was ultra-fatigued. Got down in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner… Zzz soon came!

Inchcock Today: Mon Sept 9 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops, catastrophes, malfunctions, bungles, Accifauxpas… you name it! Humph!

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2019 Sept 09

Monday, September 9th 2019

Icelandic: Mánudaginn 9 September 2019

03:30hrs: I had not much in the way of sleep. But since being woke up last night, it seemed to be all dream-filled. Yet apart from sensing they were not pleasant ones, I can recall no details at all. I hate it when that happens. Hehe!

I struggled out of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, recliner to take a wee-wee in the GPSB (Grey-Plastic-Salvation-Bucket), it was of the USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) variety. So, some cleaning up was needed afterwards. Off to the wet room. Where on the spur-of-the-moment, I also got the ablutions tended to.

WD 150.0.0 The dropsies were plentiful, the toothbrush (twice), shaving foam can, soap, razors several times, shower head… and I even managed afterwards, to drop the flaming fearful sock-glide! However, it fell to the ground without coming into contact with any part of my body! Smugness-Mode-Adopted!

Got dressed, and off to the kitchen. Made a brew and took the medications. Back to the wet room, to satisfy the precipitant need for the Porcelain Throne.

WD 150.0.0 Another, ‘Argh, wait for the kerplonk’ jobbie. I felt the splashback hitting my rear quarters! Yes, a massive torpedo. A smidge of bleeding, but I think, considering the colossal size of the evacuated article, the blood would only have been from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, so no worry there. I did take an extra Codeine 30g, to ease the pains from the high-pressured evacuation leaving some soreness, and the lump on the bonce, from yesterday’s head-walloping affair, still stinging.

WD 150.0.0 I started to do the blog updating…

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WD 150.0.0 I didn’t get very far with it, the finger-ends were troublesome as well… then:

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Oh, dear, not again! It took no end of messing around and time getting it to work still. Although, I think it came back, of its own accord in the end. More time lost! Thank you, Mr (overpaid, incompetent) Fries.

I’ve no idea why I did this, but while the internet was working, I made up a Morrison order, for delivery for Wednesday 18th, twixt 06:00 > 07:00hrs.

Before I could start on the blog again correctly, the Ocado delivery arrived. They are the only supplier who sells the Glengettie Gold tea bags, the Soulful Vegetarian Chilli and the brown Sicilian tomatoes. All of which I adore! 

1Mon06The head was getting me more pain now! Just thought I’d mention it.

The brown tomatoes, some of which I will treat the Sturmscharfhreress and Fashion Model Wardens to, are so delicious tasting!

I cut some up straight away, and added some sliced up (on the new tomato slicer, Swaging head here), and in the saucepan with the Soulful vegetarian chilli, adding some black bean sauce, and left it all to marinate! Ohh, the smell! Mmm!

The polish sourdough sliced loaf, I split and wrapped into packs of five or slices, and put into the freezer.

Pictured here, is the rather thick end-slice from the Sourdough loaf. Hehehe! But it will come in very handy for dunking in the chilli later. Oh, yes! What is in this vegetarian chilli, you ask? Well, here’s the ingredients listing:

Chopped Tomato, Water, Green Jackfruit 12% [Green Jackfruit, Water, Salt, Citric Acid], Carrot, Sweetcorn 4%, Celery, Red Pepper, Onion, Borlotti Beans 2%, Red Kidney Beans 2%, Black Eye Beans 2%, Pumpkin Seeds, Tomato Puree, Garlic Puree, Gluten-Free Flour [Rice, Potato, Tapioca, Maize, Buckwheat], Sugar, Lemon Juice, Rapeseed Oil, Vegetable Stock [Salt, Rice Flour, Cane Sugar, Onion, Yeast Extract, Celery, Carrot, Spices, Sunflower Oil, Mushrooms, Herbs, Vegetable Juice, Pumpkin, Lovage, Garlic], Chipotle 6%, Cumin, Smoked Paprika, Tamari [Water, Soya Bean, Salt, Spirit Vinegar], Oregano, Coffee, Cinnamon, Black Pepper, Chilli 0.05%, Smoke Flavour. Blimey!

And I added the brown tomatoes and black bean sauce! I think this is what I put in the last time I had some. I recall really enjoying and getting high on it! Hehehe! Mind you, that said, something is lurking in my memory concerning constipation, or is it more likely diarrhoea? Oh, dearie me!

Crikey, the time has flown. I’ll have to get going to the Untersturmführeresses holding-cell and interrogation and telling-off of Gerry room (office), now located in the Winwood Court Foyer, to hand the nibbles and treats over. I have a large bag of recyclable stuff I’ll take down at the same time. I might nip up ad take some photographicalisations from the Winwood rooftop as well. I’ll return in a bit.

I’m back! Bet you were worried about me being gone for so long? I went down and out to the caretaker’s room and deposited the bag nearby. I went back in through the side door, and Malc, or is it, Steve, the caretaker, was in his snug little room. We had a natter, I offered him some brown tomatoes, but I could see he was not in the least enamoured by them. A meat man, no doubt. Haha! It transpired, that he too is on Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet, and has been suffering problems, too! Fancy that!

I went through the link-passage to the Winwood Court lobby. I tried the door out to the benches, but it was still working. Then made my way to the Standartenfhreress Wardens Office. No Deana, but Julie and Mitchell (I think) were in. Handed out the nibbles and treats and we had a little gossip and laugh.

Then went up in the dedicated rooftop lift.

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6Sat21The top room was not being used. Shame, it is lovely comfortable and snuggly warm in there, too. A delight to have for the new tenants, a giant crossword was partly done on one of the tables.

I snapped the pictures in between diving for cover a few times, when the rain poured.

5Fri007I came back down in the lift. No one about.

It was eerie walking through the link-passage, but Ray and his sin soon came walking in the other direction, I was introduced to his lad.

There were no other signs of life when I got to the lift foyer in Woodthorpe Court.

1Mon14Nor, in the elevator, or on the twelfth-floor lobby. When I went into the lightless hallway to the three flats that share that corner, I almost had to feel my way along to find the door. Haha!

I got in, and got the kettle on, and made a brew of the Glengettie Gold tea, and stirred the saucepan of vegetarian chilli.

Then got on with updating this blog. But the time was passing so quickly today. I went on the WordPress reader.

No time for Facebooking or updating picture galleries. Must get nosh sorted out and my head down ASAP. As tomorrow will need me to leave for the After-Stroke torture-session by 07:00hrs, if I get up in time. How I’ll get any work done on the blog, I don’t know.

Pretty fed-up with how long things are taking nowadays. I’m going to get the fodder and get my head down.

WD 150.0.0 I went into the kitchen and the heat under the chilli – and the phone rang! The pharmacist wanted to deliver the prescriptions tonight! Everyone and thing are plotting against my getting enough or even any sleep! I explained to him about my having to leave in the morning for 07:00hrs to get to the After-Stroke session in time. I asked if he would be here for 17:00hrs, please? I got a very worrying “Something like that!” back from him.

With Josie, Herbert and the ailments doing an excellent job of giving me sleep deprivation, I do not need any other help! So, I’ll just have to try and keep awake long enough for the bloke to arrive.

At times, life can get so annoying.

I turned off the heat under the chilli and got back on the computer. I might fight the fatigue and somnolence long enough if I try to create some graphics on CorelDraw, I suppose. Huh! So, I had a go, praying I’d stay awake long enough. Ah, well! 

Amazingly, the chemist’s young Asian lady arrived an hour later with the prescriptions, bless her cotton socks. I thanked her and explained things. So, back to plan C, to get the chilli and the head down. I hope!

1Mon14aThis is the Soulfood vegetarian chilli, with the added vinegar, brown tomatoes and black bean sauce, that was the evening nosh. The chunk of Polish Sourdough, and a mini-bottle of fresh orange juice. This scrumptious, delectable, highly palatable feast was all eaten up. Amidst the belching and passing of wind afterwards, I thought it deserved a favour rating of 9.3/10!

Washed the pots, did the handwashing, and got settled in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later, £300, second-hand, recliner.

The gogglebox was put on when I realised that despite the drowsiness, heavy eye-lids, and plain tiredness, that sleep was not too keen on coming.

WD 150.0.0 The thoughts of tomorrow’s activities and tasks kept the brain far too active, for me to nod-off. ‘What time do I need to leave to get to the After-Stroke Physio session?’ ‘Do I walk it there again, it will take two-hours?’ – ‘Should I catch a number 40 bus to town?’ – ‘Ought I to go really early, and go to Tesco to try and get some of the flakey Polish fingers?’ – ‘Do I have the right amount of change for the £2.30 bus fare?’ – ‘Will I get through the Physio session unharmed, and feeling fit enough afterwards?’ – ‘Did I turn off the taps (faucets) in the bathroom?’ Reluctantly, I could not help but get up to check out the wet room…

WD 150.0.0 One of the finest toe-stubbings was suffered en route. And yet, the pain was so minimal, when I thought I ought to be in agony, all I felt was a tiny bit of discomfort. By the time I’d checked the taps and lights had not been left on and was exiting the door – the belated toe agony did come! Humph!

WD 150.0.0 Back in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner, the foot was rested on high on the back of a chair, to ease the now throbbing digit… and Colin Cramps joined in the action!

I could have cried with frustration!

 

Inchcockski. Sunday 8th September 2019: Messy day!

2019 Sept 08

2019 Sept 08

Sunday 8th September 2019

Catalan: Diumenge 8 de setembre de 2019

1Mon02

02:40hrs: Things seemed all calm, and under control, as I came to semi-life this morning. Maybe my dreaming of being a Holy Father had rubbed off on me, I thought. I rose to, for a change, to find a well-filled GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket).

WD 0.50.0 This began the seemingly never-ending tormenting series of humiliations, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, and frustrations!  Unexpectedly, the wee-wee was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) style. Which involved me having an annoying struggle to get things cleaned up afterwards! I turned into a fervid panegyric, as I spent what felt like time-immemorial, cleansing myself, and the surrounding items. Silently (mostly), waffling, carping on and complaining to myself about my recent Whooopsiedangleploop infestation and suffering with so many reverses. The waking up feeling in better spirits didn’t last long!

I was almost drained just by the time I finished the cleaning up of the wee-wee fiasco! I was in the kitchen after sanitising the bucket and moved the handwashing to the airer. Took the medications, and off to the Porcelain Throne.

WD 0.50.0 The session was as different as chalk and cheese compared to the last one. Back to the substantially-sized torpedo, rear-end damaging mode! Oy Vey!

I pressed on with getting the Saturday post updated and sent it off to WordPress.

WD 0.50.0 Made a brew, and started to do this blog…

Vir 0.50.0

It would not come back on despite trying all my usual ploys and tricks.

WD 0.50.0 So, I sent into the kitchen, and taking the seasoning out of the cupboard to use on Josie’s meal later, I dropped it on the floor! It reminded me of a Will Hay scene! I used the long brush and dustpan to sweep it up.

WD 0.50.0 The very moment I was about to tip it into the bin, the right leg launched into one its imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler (The neuropathic medicine drop the dustpan) dances!

WD 0.50.0 Not only did I bang myself against the server, but the long dustpan shot away and knocked the dishes in the drainer on the sink, and amongst the clutter and clatter, the blue serving dish shattered!

WD 0.50.0 Then still had a job to do again, of sweeping up again, the now spread all over the place mixed herbs, as well as the pieces of the dish, and cutlery that was knocked over as well! It’s difficult to say exactly how I felt at the time, without ranting and using bad language! I’ll settle for, Well, and truly Pissed-Off!

The time was so late now. No time to get the Facebooking or this blog done. Because the ablutions needed tending to.

WD 0.50.0 I had a check on the internet… A no-go! Spit, Globblegooks, and Argh!!!

Vir 0.50.0

I got a large potato in the crockpot cooking, to make Josie’s cheesy mash later.

To the wet room, then. Back in a while. Probably bleeding from shaving, that will likely cause me to bleed to death, thanks to the Doctors failure to do an INR Warfarin blood-test for over two weeks, with an injury from the sock-glide, a stubbed toe, and ready for another stroke! Tsk! Gawd, I hate Sundays! Virgin, The Sherringham Park Medical Practice, Pavement Cyclists, Myself, and… I’d better stop here. I’m not doing myself any good! Mind you, if I get through until Tuesday, the After-Stroke Physio might help me… Argh! I think this week, we get some homework in the form of sophrology, to do daily at home. But, I do get confused at times. Hehehe!

Back in a bit… or not.

7Sun01Well, well, well! I do feel a fool for writing all that doom-ladened stuff about the ablutions, now! The pins (legs), were looking a lot better. Even the RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) in the knees had died down! The little scratch from when I hit the road with my knee when I did a Whoopsie yesterday, was already clearing. Amazing! The best bit was my dysphoricalness is improving.

Just two dropsies, toothpaste and then the razor. And one close call in the shower as I was cleaning the tiles afterwards, and Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit. But the grab rail proved it worth, and no CIDP activity or shaving cuts either! No other problems or glitches at all. Mind you, I didn’t put any socks on, so the daily battle with the glide was avoided altogether. Cunning eh? I’ll have that pleasure if I do get out later, to Sherwood to try and get some flakey-pastry finger sticks.

WD 0.50.0 I tried the computer again, checked on the internet supply from Mr ‘Soddum em all’ Fries…

Vir 0.50.0

So, not as annoyed as I was earlier, I don’t know why. I made sure I had all the ingredients for the nosh to hand. Moved the handwashing on the airers. Then I considered the possibility of trying to do the kitchen windows, cause I can’t get hold of the chap who didn’t arrive last Saturday, who Jenny put me onto. Then, I recalled my going backwards off of the stepladders the last time I tried cleaning the unwanted new, thick-framed, light & view-blocking filthy windows – being a chicken-hearted whimp, I decided against doing them. Mardy, Mardy Custard! Haha! I don’t know how I thought of that phrase, I think we sang it in spite to other kids when I was an ankle-snapper – or rather they sang it at me! Ha-ha!

I had a wee-wee, a nice calm SNS (Short-No-Sensation) version.

Back to the computer, and was amazed, flobble-decked, to find Mr Fries Liberty-Global, Virgin Media Internet, was working. Bloody slow, though! WD 0.50.0

Vir S 0.50.0

I pressed with blogging. It was as if the ailments knew the problems I was having with the Doctors over the lack of Warfarin blood tests, and, Mr Steven (Fabricationist, facetious, falsifier, failed-service supplier, and fat-cat) Fries, frustratingly-overcharging philargyrist. For they all eased off or affected me less often!

Got getting the meal prepped and cooking for Josie. Took the potato out of the slow-cooker, removed the skin, and got it well mashed with some Leicester Cheese, balsamic vinegar and a little sea salt, and what a mess I made doing this. Hehe! I got the fodder in the oven to brown off. While it cooked, I mixed in some malt vinegar7Sun07 and mayonnaise with the brined tuna. I had the pleasure of using the new tomato-slicer for Josie’s plate. Got the arrangement for the plate laid out, leaving space for the cheesy potatoes to go on last, so they will keep warmer longer.

 While waiting a few minutes for the potato to brown off in the oven, I thought I’d have a go at clearing the slicer, saucepan, forks etc. into the sink for washing…

7Sun10 WD 0.50.0a I spilt some juice out of the slicer-tray on the floor. Bent down to wipe it up, and clouted my head on the cooker! A bad one this was. I think I hit somewhere near where I clonked my head when I fell off of the stepladder trying to get up to do the windows the other day, cause it stung something rotten! It has been aching ever since. Tsk!

WD 0.50.0 I spotted the large blood papsule in the morning when I got the photo onto the blog. No pain or bother from it at all. It’s just the size of it that registered. Hahaha! I wonder how long it’s been there? Still, they come, and they go.

7Sun02I took a few minutes to unwind, then got the potatoes out of the oven, and onto the plate. Got it all done, and delivered it to the gals door. Josie didn’t answer until I was going back in the flat, she’d been on the phone talking to family. At least she was alright, I handed her the nosh, explained about the mayonnaise and tomato slicer being used, but I don’t think she could hear me properly. But she gave me a smile, thanked me, and I returned to the bomb-site… I mean kitchen! I got it cleaned up eventually, and then, I decided I’d have a hobble into Sherwood, to try and get some decent tomatoes and flakey pastry fingers, I should be able to get the fingers from the Ozan shop.

7Sun10aOut, to Ozan’s in Sherwood, in search of flaky-pastry finger biscuits, tomatoes. I checked on the Fire Escape and exit door out to the alfresco seated area. It had not been mended yet, of course, it is the weekend. I do hope I live long enough to have the pleasure of sitting out there in the sunshine and doing the crossword book. Chances seem minimal, mind! It might be nice if I clock-out before next summer and the door ever does get mended if they would allow my hulk and bulk body ashes to be buried in with the flowers? No plaque or anything wanted, I couldn’t afford one anyway. Unless I get my valuables back that Brother-in-law Pete purloined while he was flat-sitting when I was in the hospital. (Which is as likely as a ten-legged, three-headed alien coming down on a heliotrope coloured leather parachute and doing a nude Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and then making love to a daffodil on a pink furry dray horse).  Just a desire to get to enjoy this alfresco facility (Wooden bench), even if a little late in life, or death in my case. Hehehe!

7Sun11As I set off along Chestnut Walk, it seemed that all the other tellurians apart from me had relinquished their occupancy.

I pressed on casually, no rushing, and got on to Winchester Street hill, and the three-wheeler guide, that is not enamoured with going 7Sun11adownhill, especially on the uneven ground, it needed a good bit of controlling. But I avoided any Accifaupaxs or tumbles. Smug-Mode-Engaged! I met Welsh William with two full bags of shopping, and Fred, with his hands in his pockets, coming up the hill. We shared greetings. 

7Sun15WD 0.50.0 I continued down onto Mansfield Road. I got to the Oran Continental Foods Store. But no luck in finding any of the finger-biscuits. Trouble is, there were a few, but with the wrapping mostly being in Latvian, Polish or Romanian, I couldn’t read the writing on the packets, to find out what the contents were.

So, I got some vanilla and lemon filled croissants, at three for a quid, and two tomatoes to have with my late nosh. (Another chance to play with the new tomato-slicer? Hehe!)

7Sun16Paid for them, thanked the man, and exited to begin the uphill-hobble back to the flats. No buses on a Sunday.

There was a mixture of cumulus and Alto cumulous clouds in the sky. So much so, that my persistent viewing of them ended up giving me a stiff neck! Haha!

7Sun18They really were so beautiful.

WD 0.50.0 However, further up Winchester Street Hill, I took this rather sad photographicalisation to the North. A zoomed-in shot that came out nothing like it looked to the eye. I was trying to picture a trail of a jet-liner as it crossed the skies. Another cock-up!

The trudge up the hill to the Winwood Heights complex was completed with relative ease, but I took it steady and did have a few stops en route.

7Sun19I walked along Chestnut Way, then into the Winwood Court entrance, and along the linking passage without seeing a soul. I hate weekends!

I noticed the fire doors were wedged open? But, I think they will open automatically in the event of a fire alarm activation. Obviously, the door out to the alfresco benches garden, might not, being as it is still not working, to let anyone out. But fear not, Nottingham City Homes have been made aware of the problem. I mentioned it two weeks ago, no, three now!

I felt so weary suddenly as I went up in the lift. So, I called at Josie’s to give her a lemon cake and advised her that I would soon be settling to try and get some sleep, so no need to return the tray and things later and wake me up. (which she did anyway! Hehe!) We had a natter, and I got in the flat.

7Sun20I had to fight off the heavy eyelids as I put the bits away and prepared the meal.

Easy-peasy this time. The peas were still warm from when I heated them for Josie’s nosh. I put the sourdough baguette in the oven with the earlier prepared cheesy potatoes for ten minutes, and wallah! Added the misshape cooked meat and beetroot. Used the tomato-slicer (it’s had some use today, Haha!), and buttered the bread. Got settled, and really enjoyed the plateful. I ate slowly to fool the guts that I was eating more than I was! Clever, eh? A flavour rating of 8.5/10, given!

Medications were taken, and Phorpain gel rubbed in both knees, and the hands. To try and counter the bound-to-come cramps and RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis).

I can’t remember now what it was, but I was watching something or other on the gogglebox, and almost before you could say Jack Robinson, I’d drifted off into a world of divertissement – Sleep!

WD 0.50.0 A couple or so hours later, the door chime rang out. I tried to ignore it… it rang again. I forced my way out of my Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. It took me a while to get to the door, the chimes rang out again before I got there. It was Josie (Bless her), returning the plates, pots and tray things from the nosh. The gal looked so amazed at me in the dressing gown (which I had put on, thankfully as I got up, Hehe!). At least she said she enjoyed the meal.

I crept, almost like a ghost to the kitchen and plonked down the tray and that on the counter. Then, had a wee-wee, an  RDD (Reluctant-Drip-Drip) version, back to the wet room to wash the hands, returned to the front dump… I meant, room, and back into the Brother-in-law Pete damaged-recliner.

Could I get back to sleep again? Despite my feeling so jaded, wearied, drained, tired and fatigued, I could not. For the brain had one its, ‘Let’s think of something to worry about’ attacks’, that occupied the grey-cells for ages. No sooner had a problem or worry been highlighted, and I got close to a solution – then, new anxieties or concerns would arrive to replace it, for consideration and fretting over!

I have no idea what time I nodded off again. Grumph!

Inccockski. Sat 7 Sept 19: A melee-like medley of mishaps!

2019 Sept 07

2019 Sept 07

Saturday 7th September 2019

Hebrew: שבת 7 בספטמבר 2019

5Sat01

WD 150.0.0 02:45hrs: I stirred awake, shivering with cold, and forced myself to evacuate the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, and get the dressing gown on my goose-pimpled gross body. Brr!

WD 150.0.0 Taking a wee-wee in the unused overnight GPB (Grey-Plastic-Bucket). Which caught me out with its USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) nature! Also, my whipping down the PPs without thinking, and the dried blood from Little Inchies leaking fungal lesion got torn off, and the blood flowed afresh! (I believe a silently cursed, using language that I usually wouldn’t have, with the shock of the pain!)

While cleansing things and tidying up, I had a moment of… what’re the words, erm, err… ‘Feeling a bit sorry for missen’ I suppose! This was not good. But all the things going wrong, and carrying on from last night, just got a bit much for me, I reckon. I decided the therapy I needed was to get some work done. So I decided to sort things out, and then get the kitchen windows cleaned as best I could. So, off to the kitchen.

Got the handwashing I’d left soaking overnight, rinsed and refreshed with the ylang scented Wilko stuff. I needed a new bottle, so I hobbled (painfully, the RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) was still giving me grief), to the junk room mark two, to fetch a new bottle.

WD 150.0.0 Clouting my elbow on the door handle on the way back, and dropping the container, which landed on my right foot. At least it didn’t burst open! I got the clobber on the stand-up airer. Had a wee-wee of the freakish BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode.

WD 150.0.0 When it came to taking the morning medication, it came to light that I had missed taking last night’s! So, the getting to usual lately performance of trying to identify which were the tablets to not duplicate was done, and both doses were imbibed. 

WD 150.0.0 I set about getting the things out to do the windows with and had to divert to the wet room and the Throne. Under-‘rotten’-believable! What an evacuation. Right back to the solid, flesh-tearing, wait-for-it, mode! Argh!  My spirit and determination were wavering now!

6Sat02WD 150.0.0 WD 150.0.0a Back to the kitchen, took a picture of the wonderful sky.

Then moved the gear away, and got the spray and kitchen towels nearby. Up the stepladder… then fell off of it, backwards! No idea why, but I didn’t have a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance from the leg? As I was struggling to get back up, so I could nurse my head, that I’d banged on the way down, I thought: What can I do? The chap who Jenny got in touch with said he was coming to see me about cleaning the windows last Saturday, but did not arrive. Maybe he meant another Saturday, and I got it wrong again. I came out of the Accifauxpas in remarkably good condition really. A little bang on the arm and the clout on the head was all I suffered. But the body was aching a bit in places.

6Sat01Mind you, the nut was throbbing away!

I checked out the legs for ant damage, and to my utter amazement, apart from a tiny bit of a mark on my right ankle, they looked just fine?

I began to question my ability to live a normal life.

I left the mess in the kitchen after making a brew, (I really wasn’t interested in doing anything in the cleaning up stakes, now) and in a morose frame of mind, I got the computer on to update the Friday blog.

5Fri20fWD 150.0.0 On selecting the photographs to go on, I put the wrong one for the nosh on the post. This is the one that should have gone on! Fancy me making a mistake. Humph!

WD 150.0.0 A confirmation email from Amazon arrived, to inform me that the two tomatoe slicers I’d ordered were due to be delivered this Sunday. How I managed to order two, I just don’t know. But, thinking about it, I am surely assured that I will either lose one or break one, so it might yet prove to be a good idea? Oy Vey!

6Sat02a

WD 150.0.0 Anything to avoid any more cuts. Especially with the Sherrington Park Medical Practise, currently impossible to contact, I tried nineteen times on the phone this week to contact them, fifteen times in one day!  And leaving me in a right state over their lack of interest in my Warfarin INR levels, or arranging any test! The last time I heard from them, by email, they wanted to know if I still wanted a nurse to call to take the blood; if so, they will arrange for it. I sent a reply message saying yes please and thank you. That was three weeks ago. Now I can’t even get to ask them why no nurse arrived, and I do not know the level or how many Warfarin tablets to take! Warden Deana was busy with the opening of the Winwood Court and burying of the time capsule (Last Monday). So, no help there. I still do not know if or when the next test is due after the missed one! Am I so hated? Why are they ignoring me? Have I too many issues and ailments for them? Why am I asking these questions?

Anyway, with so many surgeries shut down through not coming up to scratch, I imagine they are getting an influx of new patients. Which will probably result in the Grim Reaper taking me earlier than I would have liked, but who is interested? I’m not coping well at all with the hassle and lack of concern. Let him come!

I pressed on and got the Friday post finished. The hands and fingertips are not so bothersome at the moment. The head still aches, Hehe!

Made a start on this blog, and then stopped to get the ablutions sorted out. Just in case the window cleaner man might call. Mmm?

Things must be improving, the shave, teggies and shower session, held only two dropsies!

Virg 150.0.0

Gave up. Decided to go to Sherwood to see if any of the shops had any shortcrust cakes in stock.

6Sat03I got the trolley and myself all ready, forgetting to take the black bags I made up in the kitchen and left, to find the three-flats foyer in darkness. The new light put in by the same electricians who cut my power for nine-hours, when putting in the Fire-Alarm sprinkler system I’ve little confidence in them working!) Not the NCH men who gave me the floods and destroyed my clothing in the airing cupboard, that people are even less interested in than my Doctor is in missing my Warfarin blood tests. They probably don’t even know it’s happened. I can’t get through on the phone to them. Oh, I’m getting niggly again! 

6Sat03aI wobbled through the cut-through passage to Winwood Court.

I checked to see if the broken locking mechanism had been mended yet, on the door out to the alfresco benches. No!

I got outside via the new Winwood Court Extra Care foyer door and made my way to the bus stop.

WD 150.0.0 I made the queue into three of us. It soon grew to about twelve of us. I enjoyed a nattering session. Despite my struggling to hear everything, as I had failed to put my hearing aids in. Malcolm told me how to get up to the rooftop seating on top of Winwood Court. There is a dedicated lift up and down! I thought I’d see how I was when I came back if well enough I might have a nip up take some photos?

WD 150.0.0 I thought about going on the outward-bound L9, in search of the flaky pastry biscuits. When the first bus arrived, without even thinking, I got on, to find it was the inward bound bus! Surprisingly this did not seem to bother me. I just thought I’d go to the Aldi store then, on Mapperley tops. I got off and took a photo to the left then right. And a zoomed-in one of my new destination.

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I came out with, a BLT sarnie, rice-cakes, caramel bars for the nibble box. Sourdough baguettes, walnut halves, ham off-cuts and eight kitchen rolls. The kitchen paper was bought cause it was on offer. Carrying it home caused a bit of a kerfuffle, as it filled the spare carrier. In fact, the young man on the till packed the rolls into the carrier-bag for me. That was kind of him!

6Sat07The highlight of my mini-hobble home came as I got on the main road. A pavement cyclist also leaving the store stacked all his purchases in a carrier bag, on his little bar at the back of his bike’s seat, and rode within inches of me as he passed. A hundred yards or so further along Mapperley Top, his things fell off! It made a right mess for him to sort-out. In the end, he had to walk pushing his bike. 6Sat08There is a God!

Somewhat perked-up, now, I wobbled on and down Mapperley Rise. Where I took this photographicalisation. Regrettably, it came out looking nothing like how the eye saw the distant parts of the scene! Shame!

WD 150.0.0 Limping down the hill, turned out to be little more arduous than I wanted. The three-wheeler really doesn’t like going downhill on uneven ground. And the pavement got worse, more irregular dips, rise’s and pot-marks, the further I travelled. There was a couple of near-trips and falls en route, but I managed to stay on my now, painful feet. The brakes are not very useful on this trolley.

WD 150.0.0a When I reached the corner of Sherwood Vale, where I had to cross over, the road surface is as bad as they come. My closest call to a fall happened here. I did go down on one knee which pissed-off RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis)! But no injuries 6Sat09really. As I was trying to get up, a bloke who’d stopped his came over and asked if I was alright. Another humanitarian gesture! I thanked him and said I was fine, thank you.

I took this picture as I walked down to Chestnut Way and the Winwood Heights barren looking person-less area.

The planning as not be thought out too well. To avoid all the high pavements safely, would mean going onto the road all the time and back again.

As I neared the Gulag, I mean, flats, I decided I would have a walk up to the Extra Care Winwood Court sitting-out area, now Malcolm has told me how to get up there. They have a games room, with a sink, power-sockets, seats and tables, and a kitchen as well. I got in the one-stop lift, and a lady in there, sat at a table, gave me rum-look and said something, but couldn’t hear what she said.

I went out onto the terrace-top. There were no chairs as you will in the photos that I took  ad-lib:

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6Sat21Inside of Winwood Courts dedicated lift, on my way back down. I didn’t see anyone at all on the walk home through the linking-passage to Woodthorpe Court.

I stopped for a while, something was not right. What was it? Ah, the silence! No banging from the flat above, no laughter, no fridge rattling away, no mystery whining sounds, no wind 6Sat22blowing through the holes in the wall and floor, courtesy of the builders and repairmen… still, you can’t expect it sound just like inside your Woodthorpe Court flat, can you?

And of course, it’s the weekend, many people going to see their families or being collected, that’s another reason for the lack of Winwoodonians about.

6Sat23I got in the apartment. No wee-weeing, no Porcelain Throne requirements, no new ailments acquired. Apart from a little bruise on the head still there from my falling off the stepladder earlier, and an even smaller injury-come-graze, on the knee, from the mini-fall on the road.

I got the fodder stored away.

6Sat24I got on with updating this blog, for hours, but the finger-ends were making it slow work. Eventually, the CIDP won, and I gave up working on the computer.

WD 150.0.0 I got the nosh prepared. The oven in the chips… now there’s a cock-up! I meant, Chips in the oven, and got the tomatoes sliced. Sliced the finger as well! Not really, just a knick under a fingernail again.

WD 150.0.0 So, there I was, limping around in the nude prepping the meal, and the Intercom light flashed (I couldn’t hear the pathetically week chiming it is supposed to give out). When I pressed the answer button, the picture of the caller, disappeared, and the picture screen came up ‘Picture Fault’. I pressed the door open button, but I was not sure if it had done so or not. Pushed the reset button, then the answer button, and got the picture back. No one in view. I assumed they had been let in by someone.

6Sat25I got the dressing gown on sharpish, and the door chime rang out. Guess who it was? It was the tomato slicer delivery from Amazon, that was due to arrive on Sunday. I thanked the lady and took the box into the kitchen and had a look at the slicer.

A shame it didn’t come half-an-hour earlier, it would have saved me losing the blood. Hehe! I just had to try it out. So I cleaned it, and sliced another tomato with it, and added it to the plate. Works alright, I have to be wary when cleaning the fixed blades.

6Sat26I got the handwashing done and hung.

Then sorted the meal out. I overdid the quantities, and could not eat it all, but what I did eat was flavoursome, a taste-rating of 7.5/10.

Got the washing-up done, and settled to watch some TV. Staying awake to see the England v 1Mon02Bulgaria Euro qualifying match. When I say stayed awake, I mean mostly. Half-time I drifted off.But came back to life when the match restarted.

At long last, the RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) was easing in the knees. It should just about have got to a bearable pain level, in time for Tuesday, and the next crippling, blood-curling, agony-ridden, depressing, After-Stroke physio session! Haha!

 

Inchcock Today: Friday 6th September 2019: A fairish day, but tormenting Whoopsidangleplop infested evening

2019 Sept 06

2019 Sept 06

Friday 6th September 2019

Scottish Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 6 Sultain 2019

5Fri01

03:45hrs: I woke up feeling a touch groggy and in need of a wee-wee. The GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) was not in sight? I extracted my grossly overweight body from the recliner and went to the kitchen to use the bucket. The first leak in well over seven hours!

WD 0.30.0B It was of the CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) mode! I cleaned up the back-splashed spray from the floor, sink, cupboard door, and then from myself.

I got the kettle on and sorted the handwashing. Took the medications and made the brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and, by gum, it was good!

It dawned on me that RAT (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) was nowhere near as bad as he has been in the knees. Although, he remained hassling me in the left arm. No complaints, mind. I can cope with this.

I got the computer booted-up. I’d received a comment from Tim Price, Albuquerque, and he suggested I write ‘Tomato Slicer’ on the computer, and take a photograph of it. Then I can check on the camera SD card, for the reminder, when I go shopping! Brilliant idea! I thanked him in my reply, and did just that! So, if I do get out today, I may well come back with a tomato slicer, instead of forgetting it every time! Thus, I might get fewer finger-cuts from the electric-like jerking and jumping fingers. I withheld my going into a Smug-Mode until I actually do remember to get a slicer. Hehehe!

I had to stop to have another wee-wee (Oh, dear!). Another CMOUSTSTBO style job. This time I avoided any mess, as I was wary and aware of the last one!

Back to the computerisationing, and although the hands, fingers, and shoulder were giving me the occasional bit of bother, they have been far worse, so it wasn’t too long before I had completed the Wednesday… no, Thursday blog, and got it posted off to WordPress. I went on the Reader Section and spent far too long on it if I am to get things sorted in time to catch the 09:30hr bus. But, at least I got up to date with it.

I made a start on this post up to here and got ready to do the ablutions…

WD 0.30.0B When I noticed I had on, one brown and one blue slipper! I found the other blue one easily enough, but finding the second brown slipper was not possible. A mystery again! Ah, the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, rife!

Turned off the computer, got the things for the ablution session, and off to the wet room. The shower, shave, and the teggy-cleaning session went rather well. Only three dropsies. A wee-wee, that was of the SNS (Short-No-Sensation) variety. The sock-glide-struggle result was 1-1. Only one nick when shaving. So, no complaints there either.

WD 0.30.0B 5Fri02However, the slipper mystery developed somewhat. After another ferret-around for the missing one, I now have three odd slippers? Ah, the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, continue!

I took the black bags to the waste chute, on the server trolley, because there were so many of them (8). Got the things ready for going on the Tomato-Slicer Search, and took a recycling bag out with me, and dropped it at the caretaker’s door.

5Fri03WD 0.30.0B I went back in and hobbled through the linking-passageway to the Winwood Court. I tried the door out to the alfresco benches, but the exit-button was still not working or mended. Mind you, with the wind biting a bit today, I can’t see anyone wanting to sit outside. So, maybe the locking mechanism might get mechanically mended soon, as soon as winter and the snow arrives, perhaps. I thought I might mention to Deana and Julie, and ask them if the fire alarm will still work, as the lock does not and has not for weeks now.

(Amazingly, I forgot all about it, Haha!) I got to the Obersturmfhreress and Catwalk Models Warden’s Holding cells and handed out some nibbles. A very short chinwag, and off out to the bus stop on Chestnut Walk. A good few tenants were there already, and many others joined us. Shirley, Mary, Roy, Herbert, Leonard, Malcolm, Chrissie, and more. I had, as usual, to sit on the side-saddle seats, with the three-wheelers between Mary and I. And had a natter en route to town. The knees seized up on the way, and getting off of the vehicle took more effort and pain than I would have liked. RAT (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) was to blame. Tsk!

We parted a short way from getting off the bus, May went to get her books, and I ventured into the Wilko store, fossicking for a tomato-slicer. After going around and around, buying stuff on the way, I asked an assistant if they sold them. But no, was the answer. They did sell egg slicers, but as the girl said, they would not be strong enough to use on tomatoes. I came out with the trolley bag nearly full: I had two fabric conditioner bottles, liquid soap flakes, jelly-babies, and the egg-slicer Although I knew was going to be no good.

5Fri005As Sister Jane commanded, I mean suggested, I made my way to and through the slab square to try the Lakeland store for a slicer.

After some delving around, I asked an assistant, who said, No. They do not have them. So I mused about a little longer, and noticed the exact same saucepan that I bought from Morrison’s for £18.99 was on sale at £23.99!

I departed and went into the Poundland Store just down the road. Where my will-power failed, and I bought even more stuff! Two ready-made BLT sarnies, a Pork Farms pork pie (Don’t tell Janet, though!), Biscuits and pork scratchings, peanuts and savoury snacks for the nibble bag. The trolley and bag were both now filled to the limit.

5Fri004I walked back through the unkempt city centre, where the workers were dismantling the amusements, ready for the next money-making scheme, a foods of the world theme thing I think.

It was so nippy in the wind today. But, I was well wrapped up, so no problem for me.

I got to Queen Street and the L9 bus stop and settled on the side-saddle seat. At Vic Centre, the next stop, a few of the Winwood Heights residents got on. One chap, as he was getting on, was heard to mention how cold it was today – he was wearing shorts! Hahaha!

WD 0.30.0B I h5Fri007cad to battle falling asleep for most of the journey, but failed and did just before the bus arrived at the flats. Klutz! I got off of the L9 last and needed a little help doing so! I near;y topple over get down the step from the bus. Boy, the knees were still bothersome, stiff and giving me some grief!

5Fri08I walked back through the connecting-passageway. Not a soul in sight.

I checked to see if the door mechanism and fire alarm had been repaired while I was out. As if! Hahaha! No.

I fear the flower appreciationing and photographicalisationing’s will never get done before the snow appears. Or Olde Father Time calls on me. Shame!

I met Chrissie Maureen, Roy and another tenant as I arrived at the lift lobby. Offered some nibbles around, and we all somehow or other, got into the same lift, and this was with Roy’s big sit-on trolley and my three-wheeler in there as well!

I bade my farewells with a smile as I limped out of the elevator.

Got in the flat, still, the knees bothered me, and I was feeling reet tired-out.

I set about updating this blog, up to here.

WD 0.30.0B I got a call from someone claiming to be from BT, telling me my internet connection was going to be terminated. Like a fool, I pressed the number one button. I got a bloke telling me I would be me put through to the correct department – who answered immediately asking me what I wanted? I rang off while she was talking. The background noises sounded like they were taped to me! Oh, dear, what now!

5Fri11I got the nosh sorted. Even as I got down to tuck into the fodder, the knees and back were in a painful condition. Poor old sausage! Haha!

I ate most of the meal, had an SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) wee-wee, a wash and stripped off, to get my head down.

With seconds of my settling into the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, life-threatening, c1968, £300 second-hand recliner, I remembered I had not taken the medications, or done the handwashing. So, up again and off to the kitchen. Got the tablets out, and left the handwashing soaking in the bowl. 

5Fri10Back down again in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged £300, second-hand, gungy-beige coloured, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, and put the goggle-box on to watch a Rumpole of the Bailey on Freeview channel 48.

WD 0.30.0B The stinging otalgia kicked-off. The RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) twanged with pain even worse. Moments later, the need for the Porcelain Throne. I struggled out of the recliner again; getting an operose job now, and off to the wet room. A most labourously messy and affair, more painful than for days. Much cleaning-up to be done.

WD 0.30.0B Back down again in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, rickety recliner. I then had the pleasure of the stinging of the Harold’s Haemorroids to contend with alonside the RAI and Back-Pain-Brenda! Not to mention Little Inchies Fungal Infection was bleeding.  Of course, Rumpole had been missed again – but I expect I’d have only fell asleep during the commercial break. Humph!

WD 0.30.0B By the time the ailments and issues had died down, enough for me to consider getting some sleep – I remembered I had not taken the evening medications!

I lay there lamenting my pathetic run of luck… Zzzz!