Inchcock: Thu 19 Mar 2020: Thursday’s multitudinous elements: Compassion, kindness, eclecticism. An incongruous malaise of emotions, failings, Accifauxpas & Whoopsies!

2020 Mar 19

2020 tttMar19

Thursday 19th March 2020

Shona: China China 19 Kurume 2020

000 Mar 18

GM 200L01:30hrs: I didn’t wake up as such because I’d been lying there on the rickety recliner for hours trying to get some kip! I just sort of gave up on it. The brain mused over what the needs of the day were, almost of its own accord, really? The appointment at the Sherwood Health Centre for 08:30hrs, not that it is anything special, but I cheered at the thought of getting out again… then started fretting; ‘Will the toilet rolls from Amazon arrive while I’m out? Bound to be nicked if the driver leaves them outside the door! I must start the ablution by 06:30hrs, to make sure if any medicalisationing or Accifauxpas makes me take more time than usual, then I won’t be late in getting to the clinic.

The mind musing stopped and was taken over with the one aim, target, to get to the Porcelain Throne with alacrity and safely. Which I did, and without any Accifaupas! The session went well, indeed! Not messy, no toe stubbings, only the tiniest bit of bleeding from the fungal lesion, and far less painful this time! Hard to understand, expose, I know.

WD 200.0.0 I got the kettle on, took the medications, made a brew, and went on the computer to up[date the Wednesday post. When…

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Luckily for me, it returned on its own, without any prompting or input from me?

I grafted away like-a-good-un, and finished the blog, and got it sent off. Then went on TFZer Facebooking, then the WordPress Reader section, and got some snaps sent to Pinterest. I turned everything turned off computer-wise, and did a bit of handwashing—time for the ablutions to be tended to.

As I was getting stripped off for stand-up session Too early to use the shower, yet, I took a photo of the pins. Another change in their appearance. Looking at the picture later, it seemed that the Clopidgrel had come back with ill-intent?

4Thu01

WD 200.0.0 The lumps on the left led, looked like pale blue and white Traffic lights? Also, on the left leg, the knee-cap area and above was coming up with very odd shapes and contusions?

I did the teeth (one dropsy, toothbrush) and had the shave. (Three cuts, all on the chin) With the feet soaking in the washing up bowl on the floor. Other dropsies were the soap (1), shaving foam (1), razors (3). And very nearly, but I still lost about half of it on the floor and my body, the liquid from the bowl as I emptied it into the WC pan. But it all could have been worse, so no carping from me. Well, perhaps a smidge of a moan, when cleaning up the mess. Grungle-Grumps!

4Thu02All done, I had the time to make up some black bags, to take to the waste chute and a box of cardboard to take down to caretaker Robert’s room, on the way out. The wet paint sign was hung up on display, and the bottom of the door had been decorated. Hahaha! Too early a departure to see any of the workers working.

I struggle a tad getting the bags down the chute, I’d filled the bags a little too much, but they went down with being torn open, with another little effort and few curse-words.

4Thu03Down to the Woodthorpe lobby and out, placed the box of cardboard near Trevor’s door. Across the road and hobbled up the gravel footpath past the Tree Copse. I felt a little sad about how sad and bare it still looked. I’ve not been up the path on the hill more months now, and it looks like even more trees than before 4Thu04have been vandalised! I’ll try to take some pictures later on the way back. At the fare top end of the path, I had to take another breather. Which I’m glad I did, cause I noticed how wet and muddy things were looking there. I had to adopt ‘Caution-Mode’ as got through to the park. Down the hill, took the twitchel onto The Rise. down and right along Elmswood Gardens to the end where the Sherwood Health Centre is located.

4Thu05With Spring arriving with the Coronavirus, I just had to stop near the corner to appreciate and photograph these Crocus venuses ‘Purpureus and other Grandiflorus’, already open (Crocus, I think) and all leaning towards what bit of sun there was. Bootiful!

I plodded on and halfway along the road, I stopped, not for a breather, I was on a flat road, so no need for that. But I realised I was a little early. I weighed up if I would have time to get the Wilko store and back in time for 08:30hrs for my appointment. I decided I could do it if I got a move one. So I gritted my teeth and made for the store. Around the corner, down and right onto Hall Street, left down Mansfield Road and got to the store feeling well-proud of myself (Of course, that way was downhill, the same route back to the Clinic, is uphill).

WD 200.0.0 There were three people stood outside the shop, it was about 08:10hrs, I said I thought they opened at 08:00hrs. A young man, who I assumed worked there, told me they used to, but that was before his time, many years ago! And tossed a glance at the two ladies waiting with him, that said: ‘Poor old fool!’

But I was not discouraged, despite feeling a right Klutz! For at least I had got some exercise in. But getting back to the Centre took me a while on the inclines. The receptionist from the centre passed by me on her way to work, and stopped a little ahead, turned and asked if I was alright! “Yes, thank you, it’s just the hilly bits!” I laughed, she smiled and went on her way. But it was heartwarming that she remembered me. Although it may be because of my last visits cock-up with the timing, Ahem!

4Thu06I arrived at the Clinic about ten-minutes or so later, and entered, stopping to read all the signs in the foyer regards to the Coronavirus. Do not enter if you are feeling unwell – Have a new dry cough, etc. Wash your hands with the Hand-Sanitiser provided. (Which I would have if I could have found any! Just like at my beloved Winwood Heights I suppose, someone keeps nicking the bottles! So sad! I almost took a ‘Guide to Breast-feeding leaflet’, as I had sadly not brought the crossword book with me.

I had a chinwag for a bit with the kind, delightful, pleasant young lady receptionist. During which she said she had bought some toilet rolls from the Continental shop this morning, and offered to go and fetch me one! I blessed her offer, but think I will be alright, and thanked her profusely.

4Thu07I did notice that the Doctors Surgery reception desks, had all been blocked off, so people can’t get too close perhaps. Coronavirus and all that?

While this virus scare had created some, no, many greedy selfish monsters, inconsiderate, thoughtless, insensitive, unkind, grasping, greedy, mercenary, egomaniacal, opportunistic, self-serving, money-grubbing, out for what one can get, foul-natured Nottinghamians, it’s also shown up the genuine kindness of a few people – this receptionist, the lady who helped me with toilet-roll at Sainsbury’s to name just two this week!

I went through to the podiatry waiting area, and read every leaflet on the walls and notice boards. As I was just coming to the end, the lady came out for me, with my not having the hearing aids in, she made me jump as she grabbed my shoulder, she did laugh! Haha!

Inside I went with her to the treatment room. All done in ten minutes, and I got a gossip in while she was doing me plates. Marvellous! I gave a choice of G&T cans in thanks, and out to the main area. Where the charming helpful young lady asked again if she could get some toilet rolls for me. I was humbled! ♥ I handed her a can of G&T in appreciation, as well!

4Thu08Now it was back to the Wilko store for me. All this exertion and physical exercise can only help, with me going to potentially be stuck indoors for six days, awaiting the questionable, as to if they will arrive or not Tork, toilet rolls from Amazon.

I got to the Wilko store without any hassle. No toilet rolls in stock, of course. But I did get two Y’lang and Fressia conditioner and washing chrystals. I love the smell of them! And, the lady on the till, voluntarily put them in the bag for me! Kindness again! ♥

The walk back was interesting, but not so comfortable or easy as going the other way. I walked up the hill and down towards the Woodthorpe Grange Park, and the sound of klaxons was heard.

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One, followed by another, they both turned right, up Woodthorpe Drive at the traffic lights. Then another one went that way, a black unmarked one with covert blue lights and a new different sounding klaxon. I couldn’t get my camera out it time again to catch him, he was a bit swift! I looked on the news later, but nothing to indicate what the issue was.

4Thu11I think that the Coronavirus was keeping folks in, but not the dog walkers, they were all over the fields. I trekked hobblingly up the hill path to the turn off for the Tree Copse. This was oddly pleasant and enjoyable. I think I was musing about the help the two wonderful ladies gave me this morning was the reason. For 4Thu12it seemed no time to me before I was there at the road to the Copse.

WD 200.0.0 I got the wheels all muddied again, this I didn’t like. It’s so exhausting bending down to clean the trolley’s wheels before going in the lift!

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After taking the shot that covered all of Winwood Heights, Dizzy Dennis paid his first bad visit of the day. I tripped over the wheel of the trolley-guide, but fortunately (See? Good luck again!) there was not a soul in sight, and O landed close to the bench, which I used to struggle back up on my feet. (Luck once more!)

Believe it or not, when I got to the lift-lobby and took out some precious tissues to clean the wheels with, two of the Fire Sprinkler fitters, a gal and a guy came around the corner, and he cleaned them for me! Can all this good-fortune really be happening? I’m Gobsmacked!

As I got out of the elevator, I realised I needed to take care.

4Thu19

WD 200.0.0 The lift-lobby was safe enough, but the apartment’s lobby, was being painted, although no workers were around, tea-break perhaps. I was doing so well as well, in avoiding any contact with the paint, until I had to manoeuvre the guide through the door, and lost my balance a second and went over to the left a little. I thought I’d managed to miss the wet stuff. I got in, and when I took the hat and coat off, I realised I’d not missed the wet stuff! Some on the hat and arm of the coat! Cholericalisations! Ostensibly, of course, I might have got it on the clothes, when I went out on Tuesday? Double-Humph!

4Thu19aI got the veg into the crock-pot on Auto, where it should bring to the boil, then go on simmer. Mushrooms, onions, leeks, turnips, parsnips, sugar-snap peas. with beef seasoning, vegetable 4Thu19fcube and vinegar added in the water. The plan is to have it added to the cook-in-the-bag braised beef, later on for a stew of sorts.

4Thu19bThen, I put away the purchases from today at Wilko. I got a definite message from the EQ at this time. I must be careful when I’m cooking! Good enough for me, I will do! I think the good fortunes of today are about to end. No, I take that back; I know they are!

4Thu19cI took this rather handsome, that’s not the right word, erm.. decent picture of the view from the kitchen window, zoomed in a bit. It came out alrightish. Then, I got on with the updating of this diary, sorting and adding the photos as I went along.

4Thu19dAfter a couple of hours or so, the weariness from lack of sleep was dawning. I took a break and checked on the slow-cooking vegetables, and added a few tomatoes to the mix.

Back to the computerisationing. An hour later, the front door chimed out its “I only want to be with you” tune. By the time I’d finished the sentence on here, and grabbed the stick she was in. It was ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Obersturmbannführeress, Much desired Pole-Dancer, Warden Deana. She had called to test the alarms. We had a mini-4Thu19Echat while she tested the On-Call box and my wristlet alarm.

WD 200.0.0 Deana left a letter from The Head of Supported Housing. Coronavirus and independent living communities, and off she shot. Bless her!

 I decided to carry on with the blogging, but I knew, being so tired it would have to end soon. And it did, I need to make a couple of graphics for tomorrows post.

I went to make a brew, to try and freshen myself up and check the veg at the same time. I put the beef in the saucepan. Then made the brew…

4Thu19gWD 200.0.0AWD 200.0.0 As I went to put the milk in the tea, Shaking Shaun and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley hit me at the same time! Most of the tea went over my left hand, some on my chest and the rest on the floor! Words were beyond me! I shouted out loud, a naughty word that might be used to question someone’s parentage, followed an agonising Argh!!!

WDP Dec 26bI got the hand in cold water, the chest didn’t seem so painful, but then it coped for a lot less water on it. After a good while, I applied some Germolene cream, and even after such a long time, the cream bubbled on the fingers! Later I changed the cream for some fresh stuff and took the photo.

WD 200.0.0 The vegetables boiled over! And I found they were nowhere near cooked! I have yet to tackle removing the gravy and beef from the sealed packet to the bowl! I think it fair to say, my run of good aura and luck, has ended!

4Thu19kWD 200.0.0 Then, as I went to get a bottle of spring water from the hallway, I found that another letter had been posted!

Nottingham City Homes have decided to cancel, no, sorry, suspend all refurbishment at the complex from today! No mention of Coronavirus, but one assumes this is the reason. My luck is gerrin’ suddenly worse and worserer!

Tired, weary, blistered fingers and dare not make brew since the Accifauxpa!

WD 200.0.0 I’ll pack everything up, and feast on the nosh (of which I took a photo with the DS card still in the computer!) and get my head down.

WDPH01L3It’s been all go here today – with Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, cordiality, forbearance, kindness and empathy thrown in.

Please to haveth a good day, take care, and try to Coronavirus-Cope. All the best!

Yours, Nottingham’s wrinkly old confused codger, Inchcock!

Inchcockski – Mon 16 Mar: Stuck indoors again, Facebook not letting me in to add photos, I need undepressing!

2020 Mar 16

2020 tttMar16

Monday 16th March 2020

Azerbaijani: Bazar Ertəsi 16 Mart 2020

000 Mar 16

GM 90.0.002:05hrs: I stirred from my slumber, feeling sedentary, reluctant to move. Jejune thoughts came and went; the brain didn’t want disturbing with anything too important. Nor in the least bit like any conscientious physical or mental activity! The maundering mind mused over puerile irrelevant facts and figures for awhile. The eyelids were heavy, and Borborygmus rumblings and gentle but scarily bubbly-sounding emissions of wind started in unison!

I was just not interested in moving! The dry coughing was annoying me; it prevented me from getting back to sleep! Hehe! Inevitably, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

WD 150.0.0 Off to the wet room, got the stick out of the way, and plumped down on the throne. It was hard-going, but I forced the activity along. I wish I hadn’t now – the pain! One unpleasant mess to clear-up and medicate afterwards. The whole nine-yards of hassle to deal with this morning. What a start to the day!

WD 150.0.0 Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding and was sore. The messy bowl (the Sennas had been working at last, too well!) needed cleaning. The evacuated product required much effort and flushing to get rid of! Which when I was in the middle of sorting things out, the metal four-pronged walking stick was caught with my left foot, and it fell, clouting the right foot big toe. On the way down, it knocked the pen off of the floor cabinet, which flew up in the air. It fell into the toilet without touching the sides, into the mess within! Crying was an option that I barely resisted!

1Mon04However, I reckon that the pins (legs) were looking betterer than they were yesterday! There was undoubtedly hardly any hassle from Arthur Itis this Monday morning. Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were making up for this, though. The stabbing pains from Ann, and the dull droning aches from Donald. As I left the wet room, limping a little, the toe was still a bit tender, I took care in case any dizzies, or loss of balance came on, not to use the stick too close to the right leg. What am I saying? I get them every day! Every hour, or less sometimes! Stop being splenetic Inchcock! (“Okay, Sorry!”) I think the pins will soon be looking healthy again.

1Mon01To the kitchen, where I was pleased to find I had not left any taps running, fridge door open, or parts of the stove left on! I got the kettle on and took a photographicalisation of the morning view. Made the brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and off to the computer to get the Sunday Diary updated.

WD 150.0.0 I got the computer on and checked first to see if Facebook had been repaired, and I could get back to tending to my beloved photo albums. As if! Third day with no access to collections now. Grrr!

1Mon02

I pressed on doing the Saturday blog and got it finished and posted off. (When I say this, it sound so easy, but took several hours) Then put what few pictures I had on Pinterest. Then went on the WordPress Comments. I checked the Amazon parcels; The one packet of red potato snacks and the 6 packets of Taokaenoi seaweed and the one bottle of Hickory sauce are due today. The absolutely ridiculously priced pack of 12 toilet rolls (I daren’t say what I’m paying, Oh, dearie me), are due on 18th to 20th March. Which was initially 16th, today. Will they ever arrive, or not? A few WUP (Weak-Unwilling-Painful) Mode tyle wee-wees were taken.

1Mon05I took a break, had a wee-wee, of the WUPT (Weak-Unwilling-Painful-Trickling) so very slowly, variety.

Then got the medicationalisationing sorted out. I remembered I should have made a vial of sample erm… water, for the nurse to collect, so had to fill the sample pot, which was no bother, the trickling is rampant today. Had a guzzle of the over the counter cough medicine as well. Then olive oiled the earholes.

I began on this post. I stopped and went to get the veg in the crock-pot. Onions, I’ve got two more in the fridge. I used the last of the other fresh vegetables up. Mushrooms, onions, and peas, seasoned with a little sea salt, light Soy sauce and vegetable seasoning stock cube. Oh, and a spoonful of mint in vinegar.

Weary-eyed,  I started to do the handwashing. Which went far better than yesterday, no big spillages and no toe-stubbings! Done, wrung and hung, I went to get the ablutions done.

During which, I needed four WUPs (Weak-Unwilling-Painful) Mode tyle wee-wees! But as with the handwashing, the ablutionalisationing went of a lot betterer than Monday’s. A few dropsies, only the toothbrush, razors (2), and the fresh air spray. Moreover, no toe-stubbing and the Sock-Glide tussle was injury-free!

Unfortunately, the chest pains started again as I came out of the wet room. I got the towel on the airer. Then made up three general waste bags and a large recycling one. There was no one about, so I took them to the waste chute.

WD 150.0.0 I came back and had a WUPT (Weak-Unwilling-Painful-Trickling) wee-wee. And decided it might be a good idea if I put the hot tap on instead of the cold one to fill the kettle with, and turned back to fill it. I now have some very artistic little scold-marks on my hand and arm. Frumpworthy Grobblecurses! I got the Savlon cream and used the last of it to ease the tiny blisters, but they all popped when I applied the medication? Now this made wonder. On closer inspection I found the ‘Use-By’ date on the box, to be ‘Oct 2006’! Ah, well, I don’t know how I’m going to get out for some more!

1Mon05bOn the computer again. I had a check on the Amazon bits progress for today. Nothing crucial, each one a bit of a treat actually.

Seaweed Snack, which was £1, I could have got packs of six far cheaper, but I thought it was commonsensible to try one first to see if I liked them. Did you see that? A moment’s logicality sneaked in there! Haha! I must not get carried away with it, though!

The toilet rolls I ordered but dare not tell you how much they cost, but TORK-UK company do not do a tracking system apparently.

1Mon06a

WD 150.0.0 I went on their website. Tork-UK is a New York owned and based firm, and their prices were a little less for the same thing than Amazon. But, not a lot, as Paul Daniels used to say. I looked up the details about the product, not that there was much of it.

1Mon06b

I shall have to work out what those, ‘M’ and ‘MM’ measurements are in English as I know it. Thank heavens for Google. 94mm is 3.7″, and 200mm 7.8″ per sheet, not too bad?

Of course, they have to arrive yet! Wednesday to Friday it says they are due. The lorry might get highjacked? And on Thursday, I have to go to the Podiatrists in the morning for an 08:30hr appointment, I hope it doesn’t arrive while I’m out! Oh dear, I’m worried now! If it comes on Wednesday, that would be the best thing. I’ll be stuck indoors anyway, I can’t go out until Thursday. I will soon need some bread and milk, although I can manage without them really, I suppose. Fresh veg and fruit will be sadly missed. Ah, I think I’ve ordered some of that stuff, from Iceland for tomorrow! I get confused easily, you know!

A leaflet was put through the door, weel, six of them were! I threw five straight into the recycling bag.

1Mon07WD 150.0.0 But had a read of the Farmfoods one. Unbelievable! They were advertising packs of 18 toilet rolls, @ 3 for £11!!! This may get them stampeded by the ruthless, nasty, hoarders of Nottingham. And will end-up in disaster for them! I hope not! But can already envision the responses from the Brexit-weary, Coronavirus C-90-frazzled, angry muggers, shop-lifters and gang members, even ordinary citizens, will be; after they have hastened to the stores to find they have sold out! A verbal insulting, vicious-marathon and possible blood bath will follow! Mark my words! The poor staff are going to be in for it when they run out of stock!

I rang Sister Jane to tell her of the advert. We had a natter, and things sounded better for her hubby Pete, medically speaking, I’m glad to say. Got a bit of a dizzy while talking to her, and most of the conversation didn’t make it to the memory-box. Phwert!

1Mon08WD 150.0.0 Back on the computer, but the usual old folk’s weariness was dawning fast. So I gave up, after trying Facebook first. Still no access to my photo albums! Grrr!

1Mon09aI got the chips in the oven and checked the vegetables in the Crock-Pot. The Amazon delivery arrived, and I left them to sort out later and pressed on with the nosh preperationing. And what a nosh it turned out to be. An 8/10for flavour. Super tasty! I could have done with an extra x6 servings of the Truffle Fries, but still.

1Mon09bI did the washing up, took the medications and opened the three bits from Amazon. The salt & vinegar flavoured seaweed snack pack (Not tried yet), six packets of Japanese style seaweed crispies (delicious!), and the Moores Hickory Marinade (Very costly!) I’ll ask on the TFZer Facebook if anyone knows how to use this Marinade.

1Mon10I put the boxes behind the £300, second-hand, grottily beige-coloured, c1968, not working, uncomfortable, falling to pieces recliner.

Then found boxes I’d put there earlier and had not removed yet! But I’ll get around to it sometime, I’m sure…

Washed, changed, and got settled to see some TV. The usual happened; watch a few minutes, nod-off a few minutes repeatedly, but no proper sleep for hours! Spit!

Inchcock Today – Frid 6 Mar 2020: Plans seemed to get snafued today!

2020 Mar 06

2020 tttMar06

Friday 6th March 2020

Telugu: శుక్రవారం 6 మార్చి 2020

000 Mar 06

GM 90.0.001:30hrs: I woke worryingly wanting a wee-wee. Wrestled myself free of the £300 second-hand, c1968, uncomfortable, not-working, recliner. Got the walking stick, no time to get my balance correctly this morning, so urgent was the needs of the bladder! I made for the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). And got a bit of a shock when the release began flowing; First, the colour was virtually transparent, these came like this for hours afterwards, likely on average about four an hour!

5Fri10WD 100.20.0 To the kitchen, via various obstacles in my path. Yes, I think I must have been doing some nocturnal-wanderings? DVD’s had fallen or been taken off of the case, and were scattered around on the floor. The Ottoman had had many items knocked off of it; Bottle of spring water, olive-oil bottle, a tube of Germolene cream and a suspicious empty Marmite Crisps bag. The airer was partly tipped over, leaning against the recliner back.

WD 100.20.0 Had I also been on a Nocturnal-nibbling rampage? I know that the night before last, I didn’t have a meal at all, and yesterevening, with the TV problems and my allowing the food to go cold, I didn’t eat much, but surely I wouldn’t nibble crisps? Not in my new determined-to-lose-weight and some stomach-flab mode? As I got the picker-upper to retrieve the items, I feared what I might find in the kitchen. Tentatively, I hobbled into the kitchen and had a look around. All seemed the same as I left it? No signs of raided fridge or cupboards, crumbs or food preparationings. Phew! 

WD 100.20.0 I got the kettle on, took the medications and found that I had not taken last nights! Grrr! Idiot! So I took them and left the morning ones until later. Made a brew of Glenghettie Gold tea, and another wee-wee. (Let’s take it that I kept on with SSP wee-wees for the nest four, no six hours!) All this use of Little Inchie had caused me to fear that the Fungal Lesion might start bleeding, but no! Great!

WD 100.20.0 I got the computer on, Hogwashniggles, harrumph and Globdogerisations! Instant hatred for Mr (Tosspot) Fries, and stabbing pains from Duodenal Donald!

Virg8a black

I checked on Google to see if any problems, or rather, what the problems were!

5Fri01

The lying swine at Liberty-Global said on the site in reply to the many pissed-off Nottinghamian customers, My additions in deep red:

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Then I went on Virgin’s web-site Service Problems site and got the above message. Please note, how can we idiot customers expect a half-decent service, from a company that employs people who cannot event spell Virgin correctly (First word of message = Virin!) Liberty-Global, who own it, are an incompetent, uncaring, pecuniary-mad, lying company.

Vir LibGlobBy gum, I feel better for that!

I tried the resetting, then turned everything off the on again. Sender turned off, on, and rebooted again. Eventually, I got a connection of sorts, very unsteady. It still kept on going down repeatedly for hours, for periods of a few seconds to five-minutes, Eurgh!

This caused, what ought to have been at maximum, a couple of hours work to get the blog updated, to turn into a marathon of six-hours! Thank you, Mr Steven (I couldn’t give a toss – I get paid millions of dollars salary) Fries. 

The internet got to stop going off-line. No, honestly! It was still slow, mind!

I put some pictures on Pinterest. Made a brew of Glenghettie, wee-wee’d, and went on the TFZer Facebooking. Then updating the post. Started this one going.

5Fri09Time to get the ablutionalisationing done. Worra session it was! Can’t grasp it yet how it went. Dropsies, so few. One cut shaving. No shelve clearing, toe-stubbing or knocks. Even the sock-glide battle was a victory! And, as for the pins (legs), apart from the hairs suddenly going invisible, they looked like any ordinary person’s pins, they even had more colour this morning!

Got ready for going out to get the fresh vegetables from Sainsbury’s. Dropped off some no-longer-needed sugary-foods at the ILC’s office, only the one of the three in today, I found out later.

5Fri11WD 100.20.0 Coming out of the office, Dizzy Dennis dawned. Can’t remember a sausage until I was on the bus going to Arnold, with the crossword book in my hand. And two bus stops away from the store! Put away the book, alighted thanking the driver, and into the shop’s car park through to the entrance. The sunshine had actually got a little warmth in it!

I was fully with-it, well, my faculties were returning. No aches or pains apart from the usual Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley (A bit embarrassing and funny-looks-attracting from customers and staff members in the store, Humph!), Arthur Itis, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failure, and Duodenal Donald. I was free of the attentions of Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Saccades Sandra, Stuttering Stephany, Flatulent Frank, Harold Haemorrhoids, and Kidney-Pain Kevin. I went the entire day, without a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, as well!

Things were going well as I entered the store. (Apart from there being no hand-baskets available) I went to the checkouts to get a shopping basket, but no problem really, I was so pleased that I could get about so much easier today, took my time though.

I struggled with the high shelves in the green-fruit department, getting the chestnut mushrooms. The shelves on the tinned and dry goods shelves are much worse, but I didn’t need any of them this time, I was on a fresh-food mission.

I got some vegetables. Tomatoes, Vittoria and black Ladecia ones. The chestnut mushrooms. Two tiny turnips. Some small parsnips for baking. Seafood sticks, Surimi Royal. A packet of Mushroom pate, Milk Roll loaf, and Turkey BBQ chunks. Down to the other end of the shop[, where I got a bottle of washing-up liquid, then to the freezers for a packet of sweet potato fries. Paid at the self-serve tills. Much to the frustration of the poor souls waiting behind me, as I was suffered a Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failure moments, thus many things were dropped, and it was a struggle to get down and up to retrieve them. I did turn and apologise to the people.

5Fri12Out to the bus stop. Stopping at a bench, to make sure that I had got everything with me from the tills, and go through the till receipt, I pressed the option to get. All looked fine, and with so little fooder, I only needed the one shopping bag. So I transferred the heavy stuff to the basket top, with the lighter fodder in the carrier on the handlebars.

5Fri13As I checked the timing board sign, I got a feeling that told me I was in for another spell of ‘Out-of-it-ness’. I cannot explain how this sense works or comes from, but it might have been the EQ?

5Fri14Shaking -Shoulder-Shirley kicked off again as I got to the shelter. So I stood behind at the back of the bus stop, as there were a few folks in there waiting, and I didn’t want to disturb them with Shirley’s antics or feel and look like someone with St Vitus (Sydenham’s chorea).

Ten-minutes or so later, Nicodemuses neurotransmitters started working again. At the same time, I felt my concentration going adrift. As the others caught various buses and the shelter empties, I moved in to await the L9’s arrival.

WD 100.20.0 I got settled in the corner on a side-saddle seat. The vagueness of the recollections of the journey now annoyed me. I’m sure I had a chinwag with someone on the bus en route. The next thing I remember correctly was getting off at Winwood Heights, with someone from the bus walking ahead of me at speed into the distance. From here on, things remained more or less rememberable. I did mention this problem to the Doctor, but can’t recall what she said about it?

I walked through to Winwood to Woodthorpe Court, and up to the apartment. Feeling oddly enough, in fine form.

5Fri15Things were put away in the fridge, the sweet potato chips in the freezer. And I set about doing the meal, the healthier meal (I hoped).

I got down in the £30 second-hand, rickety, non-working recliner with the tray of fodder.

WD 100.20.0 Globderations! The mobile phone burst into life. I struggled out of the recliner, clouting my ankle on the computer chair leg on the way to get to the telephone that was in the corner charging-up. It was a recorded message that I could not hear a word of. When it ended, I tried to find a way of finding out who it came from, but could not. Was it the Ingeus people about the diabetes course? Had they got me an appointment?

5Fri017WD 100.20.0 02.40hrs: My only option now was to get dressed and go down to the ILC wardens office and ask for help with the phone and beg one of them to call back if it was Ingeus. I fumbled about getting the day clothes and shoes back on. So I dressed and got the walker-guide and limped down through the link passage to the Warden’s Office in Winwood Court. But it was locked up. (Why do these things always happen to me when there is no help available? Flanglemanglingly-Frenetically-Frustrating!) Disappointed, with my spirits lowered, I moped my way back to the flat, with the odious and challenging task of my having to phone Ingeus to find out if it was them or not.

Back to the flat, and reluctantly knocked on Malcolm’s door to see if he knew how I could get the caller who made the recorded call I could not hear earlier. (I hate bothering people) Nope, so back in the flat. Sorry for intruding asking for help, Malcolm, I’ll not do it again!

WD 100.20.0 I got the paperwork for the diabetes place and had to ring their Birmingham number. (At what cost I don’t know?) I got the auto-option choices that I could not decipher at all, so like last week, I pressed ‘One.’ Got some canned music for a bit, then a lady answered. I could only make out 50% of what she was saying. Again, like the bloke last week, she left me waiting while she looked up my details after confirming the name. DOB, address, etc. She returned, and I had to ask her to speak slower, please, but it didn’t really help. She gave the same spiel as the bloke lat time.

5Fri018Last week’s offer of a Top Valley venue that I explained last time was too far and time-consuming for me. Then told her of my mobility and health problems (All repeated as the previous week). She departed again for a minute or two. Returned with an offer of at Rise Park Community Centre for the course. I explained again, this would involve four bus trips for me, just like Top Valley, but even further away. She said, if it is not suitable, all we can do is return your doctors referral. Agion, I was told to ring back in a week’s time! I think it best if I just don’t bother. I’ll use the internet (If it works) and find out for myself what needs doing and actions need taking. The unhelpful, non-information-digesting, Ingeus can take a hike! I’ll not ring them again; it’s cost me enough in phoning Birmingham four times already, getting negative responses, lack of sympathy and understanding, pachydermatous advice, and robots. Along with veiled threats when they cannot find a solution! (All we can do is return your Doctors Referral) Spitworthy!

5Fri16WD 100.20.0 The meal ended up, yet again in the bin! I tried to eat a bit of the dinner, but I was not in a mood for eating at all after the Ingeus farce! I had an unhealthy bag of Marmite crisps and dished what was left of the meal.

I’m well pee’d-off now! Once again, sleep took its time coming.

Inchcock Today – Tue 3rd March 2020: Crap start, but it turned into a tiring, but almost enjoyable day! Oh, yes!

2020 Mar 03

2020 tttMar03

Tuesday 3rd March 2020

Belarusian: Аўторак, 3 сакавіка 2020 года

000 Mar 03

gm08r 23:25hrs: Up, got my balance and off to the Porcelain Throne. Nothing happened! Plenty of wind escaping, but that was all. To the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications. To the computer to do some graphic page tops to use.

Got them done (Two hours), and started the updating of the Sunday, no, Monday blog. Many wee-wees, (Each one of the SBTSDWS (Started-Blasting-out-Then-Stopped-Dead-Within-Seconds) variety. Much actioning from Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, and a mood than went from normal to depression over the next few hours. (When I found I was making I.D. mistakes [Saccades Sandra, and the Neuropathy]) in my TFZer graphics, it got me down, and am feeling pretty awful about myself)

I pressed on for even more hours with the updating. Broken by many, many visits to make a brew of tea. If I carry on like this, I may get theism! Not that I’m much bothered. A few photographs took a long time to sort out.

Went on the WordPress Reader. Then comments. Then put some pictures on Pinterest. Next, TFZer Facebooking.

WD 250.100.0 Made a start on this post. Not feeling in the least bit confident and a self-loathing was building up. I was generally emitting a sort of nervous timorousness. Another sudden change, same as yesterday? I’m feeling whacked out, wan, and weary! 

WD 250.100.0 Humph!

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I got the handwashing going, and left it in softener to soak in while I got the ablutions tended to. As I got in the wet room, another need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

WD 250.100.0 Well, ‘Butter my butt and call me a biscuit’, I thought things would never move – far worse than yesterday’s effort! The pain was worse, and the commitment physically to get some relief, was extraordinarily worrying! Much bleeding, although I believe it was coming from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, which is to be expected with the released content being almost rock-hard, and on the ginormous side! Humphski-phoo!

WD 250.100.0 AC Finally, I got cleaned up and around to doing the teggies and shaving. The session had not exactly had the least dropsies and injuries! Dropped the toothbrush, then the razors (3), had a decent hard-to-stop-bleeding cut on the side of the head shaving, too!

WD 250.100.0 AC Was I finished yet? No! During the shower, the flannel (2), the carbolic soap (2) and the shower-head went on the list of dropsies!

WD 250.100.0 AC I cleaned the shower area, then got my hideously large-stomached dried, medicated certain inner and outer regions. Then freshened things up. Oh, dear! Better add some more to the list. The aftershave bottle, trying to stop the bleeding, the body spray can (2), the Phorpain gel tube, the Corticosteroid cream, Haemorrhoid cream, and the Savlon, they all hit the deck! Grobblecraps!

2Tue07However, contrastingly, on the other hand, for a nice change, the battle with the Sock-Glide was Accifauxpa and injury-free! Exceeding one’s expectations! Whee-ha! The pins (legs) were in fine shape and colouration I thought. The scratched on the right leg

WD 250.100.0 AC But I was putting on some thinner and shorter sock, during which the gripper is less dangerous to fingers, but often tears the hosiery, like today! I can’t win! Hoggledruids!

WD 250.100.0 I got dressed in the hopes that the nurse just might come earlier than she said, so I can get 2Tue01out to the shops to buy some olive oil for the ears, anti-Saccades-Sandra eye-drops, and call at the dentist, to rebook again!  But no! Of course not! Grumph!

I took the waste bags to the rubbish chute, I think the installation lads are working on a different floor today. I can still hear their drilling and knocking regularly.

I added some leeks to the sliced mushrooms in sea-salt and Balsamic vinegar in the crock-pot.

I got the handwashing rinsed, done, wrung and hung above the sink in the kitchen.2Tue08a

Then I got back on the computer, to make an order for the week after next, for Tuesday 10th March, twixt 06:30 and 07:30hrs. This didn’t take me too long, with no chips, potatoes, biscuits, yoghourts, chocolate etc. on it. Which made me think, (It happens occasionally you know. Hahaha!), I’ll try to get some Cocodamols when I go out, in case I can’t get an appointment with the dentist. Moments later, I realised how late it was, and no signs of the nurse yet. Life can be very meretricious, superficially-unappealing, and pretentious. Minatory insidious, as well! Frogglemoths and Grumpleworthiness!

2Tue09WD 250.100.0 I thought I’d get the kitchen floor mopped-up, Fool! Halfway-through, I started to clean the electric fire hearth? Plaintively, this showed great personal intrepidity, and also a degree of impetuousness and stupidity! A pity!

The intercom chimed and lit up, it was a Phlebotomy Nurse, finally arriving to take my blood. She came up and got inside. Not seen the lady before, sweet gal, she helped me clear up the kitchen for a moment or two, straightened the carpet for me, and even wiped the hearth clean for me, too, Bless her cotton socks. She’d done it all in four minutes, what would have taken me hours to do! ♥

I had now lost my depressionable feelings altogether, and felt guilty at getting them in the first place!

Despite the time being so late, I decided I’d go out to Arnold in search of the ‘Can’t-Do-Without’ olive oil for the ears. My breaking the bottle that I had in is going to cost me a lot of bother! Frumpworthiness!

I panic-flapped getting things ready in time for the bus, and the usual nowadays, faffling about in my recently acquired anankastic OCD ailment. Double and treble checking things bus-pass, card, money, computer, TV, radio in the wet room, keys, lights, stove, taps (faucets), etc., repeatedly! It’s a miracle I ever got out of the flat!  This is so very Agravannoying!

2Tue10I took some black bags and put them down the chute on the way down. In the Woodthorpe link corridor door window, I espied a chap through the window. It looked like he was driving his possibly petrol-powered ancient four-wheeled disabled person perambulator? He was getting a move on as well, certainly more than the max’ permitted 8 mph. By Gawd, I was jealous! Good for him! 2Tue11Hehehe!

I poddled through swipe-door and along into Winwood Court lobby. I called into the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) interrogation and body-search office. All of the three Warden Scharfhureresses were inside. A rarity indeed! I took the chance to explain how things were going medically and gave them a nibble bag. (consisting mostly of biscuits and sweets I can no longer eat) Had a little natter, and they were getting busy, so I said my farewells and trundled of. Through the Social room and into Winchester Court’s lobby. 2Tue12

I was the only passenger who got on the bus when it arrived! At first, this confused me a little, until I remembered how late in the day it was.

WD 250.100.0 I got the crossword book out, and a few other Nottinghamians got on en route. The bus going around a corner and nearly having me out of the seat woke me with a jolt. There were about eight passengers on the bus, all looking at me, vacantly. The crossword book was on the floor on the other side of the bus, with new mucky shoe imprints on the crumpled torn pages. I must have dropped it as I nodded off and passengers got on or off the bus walking over the book? I left it where it was while the bus was still moving. Then realises we were pulling into Front Street already, so I’d been asleep for a while. Red-faced, I got up and retrieved the puzzle-book with some discomfort and difficulty, and as I fought to get back up, a passenger close to me, smiled and said “Yer a great snorer, mate!”

2Tue13There was no time to take many photographs. I had a lot of places to visit.

WD 250.100.0 I started off with the Saver shop, who usually sell the Olive Oil wax in tiny squeezable plastic bottles, for about £1.25, which I find invaluable for their ease of applicating, But not today! They had none in stock. (Brexit?) A lady conned me into buying another bottle of oil. What a  Schnook. Tsk!

WD 250.100.0 To the Boyed store, who also had none in stock! (Brexit?) Ululations! Not doing very well, am I? I did get a can of shaving foam for a quid, though.

WD 250.100.0 So, it had to be Boots next. Even knowing how expensive they are, I had to have some. A lady tried to sell me a bottle of olive oil. I explained that I had plenty at home, but with my shakes, it is too much of a struggle and mess, I need something that sprays or can be squeezed to apply. She ended up selling me a bottle of Sodium Bicarbonate Ear Drops, that did have a dropper included, but cost £4! At least I’ve got something for tonight and in the morning and week ahead. But, like most of them available (or not, as it seems) are only 10ml in size.

WD 250.100.0 Then I poddled, but hastily, to the Asda (Walmart) store. I had a look through their abjectly tatty, and mostly well-mauled by the Arnoldamians earlier in the day, selection of so-called, fresh vegetables. Their offerings on tomatoes were abysmal, bashed-up and bruised. But they did have some good stuff in the coolers that I grabbed. Red onions, mushrooms, leeks and from the shelves a turnip that was not to faded yet. I paid at the bomb-site looking self-serve tills. And shot out to the bus stop!

WD 250.100.0 I thought, well I’m pretty sure that I took a picture of Front Street while waiting for the bus, I remember not taking to long over focussing it, because the bus was due any minute. But, there was nothing of it on the SD card later? Humph!

WD 250.100.0 I got on the L9, stuck, almost wedged myself in a corner on the side-saddle seat. No crosswording, I was too weary to concentrate. Despite the driver’s imitations of Nigel Mansell and Colin McRae, which actually helped me in a fashion. I fell asleep again! But woke up and 2Tue14managed to get to the flats, with heavy eyelids.

As I got to the lobby doors, the rain began to fall. Perfect timing! I took this shot of the few drops that had hit the trolley basket lid when I got indoors. Some good-luck there! For Gawd’s sake, don’t tell anyone! They wouldn’t believe it anyway! Hehehe!

2Tue15As I walked through the link-passage through Windwood Court. d

Something felt, not-right, as I hobbled back to 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 eternal cosmic continuum. Its illusions, delusions, abstrusities, problemata, emotions, despair, katzenjammers and emotional-quagmires! Just thought I’d mention it. Then I saw the reason for my uncomfortableness of mind. There were not any bags hanging on the three-wheeler walker guide’s handlebars! Me, going out to shops, and coming back with stuff that all fitted into the trolley bag!

I got inside the flat, and I was taking out the things from the walker-guide, and the landline sounded and flashed. I bumbled my way to answer it before they rang off. I very hard to hear voice waffled on and had to keep asking them to repeat what they were saying. It turned out that it was the chemist gal, the prescriptions were on their way to me. I thanked them and assured their concerns that I would be in.

 As I was about to get the purchases put away, I recalled the last prescriptions which were brought to me at the Doctor’s Surgery. I still had a photo of the next date for the delivery of orders.

2Tue17WD 250.100.0 I got the computer on, to find it and assure myself. Yep, sure enough, the date they gave me was the 9th of March! Today, being the 3rd March, left me a little puzzled. But at least it proves that their arrogance in blaming me for making mistakes over dates this last three-months is wrong and mistaken!

So, their note attached to the parcel of medications this time, advising me of the next date being for the 7th April, probably has no valid expectancy of being right again?

WD 250.100.0 Which will mean more hassle and accusations from the snotty, superior-acting, pharmacist from, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, a few doors away from the Lidl store on the same side of the road! The chemist who left me without medications for five days, and told me I had got the dates wrong! Failed to keep his promise to the nurse, of separating the Furesomide tablets from the blister packs Although four weeks later, he did it! Then delivered February’s blister packs with the top covers lose and all the pills mixed up with each other. I’ll just go and check on this months… hang on, please…

2Tue23WD 250.100.0 I’m back, sorry to keep you waiting, I dropped some pillboxes: Well fancy that! The pill-blisters are not, I say, Not, all mixed up. Very good! However, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, a few doors away from the Lidl store, on the same side of the road, have done it again. Confused me! Bear in mind, they told me the prescriptions would arrive on the 9th March, and they came on 3rd March. With February 24th being the date on the labels? Is it any wonder I’m losing it?

3Wed01

Oblegrogwumbles!

2Tue16I got the fodder out alongside the prescriptions and checked them through. The mushrooms have a lot of peat bits on them, but that’s just how Asda (Walmart) are.

Consistently, and contentedly ambling along in blinkers and unkemptitude!

2Tue18A check of the receipts next. I thought the £4 from Boots for 100ml of ear wax was excessive, but then again it is not what I wanted, pure olive oil, This’s something else.

WD 250.100.0 I looked it up on Mr Google, (Where would I be without him, all those years with my synonymicon Encyclopedia Britannica, and visits to the local library. [Ah, Miss Peabody, how I craved for her, but a ten-year-old after a portly sexpot of a forty-year-old with twinkling eyes, tree-trunk legs, and a big bust, was not to be! Grumph!]) I got carried away there, sorry: Sodium bicarbonate ear drops are used to soften dry or hardened earwax. Use three or four drops twice daily for 3-5 days. Each time you use the drops, allow the solution to remain in your ear for 5-10 minutes. If your symptoms have not improved after five days, make an appointment to see your doctor for further advice. A bit complicated this?

  • Soften or harden? Erm!
  • Three or four drops a day? One good dollop of olive oil morning and night usually does me well enough?
  • Allow the solution to remain in your ear for five or ten minutes? What then? Olive oil just stays in until I put more in next time? No one told me to get it out somehow afterwards? I need guidance here! I’ll back to Dr Google again later.
  • If your symptoms have not improved after five days, make an appointment to see your doctor for further advice. Blimey, do some Doctors actually give people an appointment in under a fortnight? Stop kidding me!

I’ll look into a solution for this solution, hoping for resolution in the small hours of the morning. I’m too tired now. But still in a cheerful mood, and not letting things get to me. (Notwithstanding, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, of course!

At long last, I got around to making a meal, perhaps creating it as well Various elements of the meal I’d not eaten for many months, I was trying to make a nosh that was not so erm… well, fattening! 

WDP 1LaWD 250.100.0 AC WD 250.100.0 Getting it ready, I dropped the pot of Kingfisher Anchovies in Extra Olive Oil. This made me feel pride, worth and admiration at my battle to get the kitchen floor cleaned and mopped earlier. Huh, like hell it did! The pain and discomfort I went through to get it done… Frumpworthy Grobblecurses!

WD 250.100.0 I really was tested to the limit! Argh!  Crying was one option, as was jumping off the balcony! But knowing my luck I’d land on someone, so I chose to just whimper a bit. Haha! Cleaning up the calamitous mess, the oil left, put me through so much agony and frustration. Have you ever had to clean up Extra Virgin Olive Oil from the floor, your trousers, socks, feet and kitchen cabinets? And with the attentions of Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, Duodenal Donald and Arthur Itis, who all came on at the same time? Grumpworthy-Gruelling-Grinding-Garblisations!

Back to the darkness of despondency!

Mr Adamczyk, if I recall the name correctly, wanted me to make a list of things that annoyed (‘Got to me’!) me, that happens to me, and I or the ailments were the cause of, and take it with me to the next appointment. This will have to go on the list. The ever-growing list!

2Tue19Back to the nosh. (I keep getting side-tracked today!) The overall rating for flavour was 7/10. The mushrooms and leeks were grand! The anchovies had tiny soft bones in them, and not many were nibbled for that reason. The cheap fish sticks were unexpectedly pleasantly tasty! The black tomatoes were the best tasting I’ve ever had. Mmm! The chicken thighs were left alone after one nibble and binned. The beetroot and Marmite cheese disc were fine.

I was soon getting back to myself as I washed the pots, and nearly slipped on a tiny bit of Extra Virgin Olive Oil I’d missed. But I was so weary and tired now, it didn’t get me going or upset me at all? Which surprised me a tad. Especially after the up and down day, I’d had.

WD 250.100.0 The sky view attracted me though, regardless of my more tuckered out body and mind, I had to take some shots of the deep-blue scene. Which I did, but I’d left the SD card in the computer. Inchyangulations!

I got settled in the £300 second-hand, sickenly-beige coloured, c1968 recliner, and my feet on the chair. (This is because xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and stole).

2Tue20

2Tue21An artistic cross had been implanted on my left knee. By the underside of the different tray, that I had used to eat the nosh off of. Hahaha! And I noticed that I had still got the short bamboo socks on! Getting them off was no mean feat!  

I put the TCV on, but it wasn’t needed. I fell asleep practically immediately! But only for an hour or so, then I sprang awake wondering where what, who, and when etc., and thinking it was morning!

WD 250.100.0 The jumped again when I saw what I at first thought was the kneecap bleeding! I gathered some concentration, and realised it was the patch off of the blood giving right arm! Oh, what a fool! I put the dressing back in the place where I thought it was and took this photo. In an effort to show my nocturnal idiocy! How it got from arm to leg, is anyone’s guess! I had a little chuckle to myself.

WD 250.100.0 But as for getting back to sleep again, it took hours and hours to do! I got up to put the TV on, knowing that the crap on it often helps me conk and doze off. But, not tonight! The Freeview programs were not available, and I don’t know how to get the ‘normal’ on the TV? Hey-ho!

The thoughts storms came and went. Plans to save post-Brexit Britain were made. I relived some naughty moments from my earlier years (That bit was good but so frustrating!)

I can’t remember if I actually nodded of properly at all.

Dangwangles! Worra day!

I’m still up for adoption by the way!

Inchcockski (Briefly) – Sunday 16th February 2020: A vacillant, up & down day.

2020 Feb 16

2020 tttFeb16

Sunday 16th February 2020

Corsican: Dumenica 16 Ferraghju 2020

00 Feb 16

WD 0.0.255 2 01:15hrs: I woke up to the wind, rain and the pestiferous, infesting everywhere ‘Hum’, that was the loudest its ever been! Grrr! I escaped the clutches of the uncomfortable, £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner with ease! No Arthur Itis grumbling this morning, he’s giving me a breather I think. But, once I was up on the pins, walking stick in hand and on my way to the kitchen, Saccades-Sandra and Back-Pain-Brenda joined in with Toothache Terrie, and my spirits sank back down a tad.

I got the kettle on and needed a wee-wee. It was of the SSPP (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful) mode, so I kept the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) handily near the computer chair, my EQ told me it would be needed frequently! Took the medications and made a brew of Glenghettie tea, then straight on the computer.

WD 0.0.255 2 I had to create some graphics first on CorelDraw. This took a while, but at least Neurotransmitters-Nicodemus was a lot easier this morning. Then I got on with updating the Saturday post, it was not a good day. The rain came, and the light resisted coming out. The wee-wees that were for some reason tenacious were all of the same style, SSPP (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful). The toothache was not too bad after I’d taken the medications.

Eventually, I got the post finished and sent off to WordPress. Then a few pictures to Pinterest. Then onto Facebooking, which, with me not getting any done yesterday, cost me a few hours.

I did a couple of graphics, then had a bash at the WordPress Reader section.

7Sun10a

I made a start on Josie’s plate layout while her potatoes, cheese, butter and onion salt, and peas were laying ready to be mashed and served up.

7Sun04Ablutions time. I don’t want to look scruffy when I take Josie her Sunday lunch. I’ve not seen her this week, I’ve called at her apartment a few times.

Another decent ablutionalisationing session again.

I took the new long socks in with me, the get on after the teggies, shaving, showering and medicationalisationing etc. I just hope they will be comfortable and long enough.

A few, as-to-be-expected dropsies. The only bad one was after the session when I was leaving the flannels in the sink to soak in disinfectant and liquid soap flakes; I dropped the bottle! A bit of cleaning up needed. The sock-glide battle was a draw.

7Sun05The pins (legs) looked to have more colour. But it was most likely due to my having the wall convector heater on. Feeling a touch more vibrant and smelling nice, I made a start on creating Josie’s meal. Well, vibrant was not the word, erm, err… perhaps, Feeling not so bad, is a more accurate way of saying it. That was until I tackled the sock-glide, although no injuries or 7Sun08knocks were suffered, I discovered that the new ‘long socks’ were not so long after all! Ah, well, my own fault for buying the wrong ones! Pillock!

WD 0.0.255 2 I got everything meal-wise prepared and was about to get on the computer to do some graphics, and I realised the handwashing still needed doing! I changed direction to go back to the kitchen, lost control of the stick, and bounced into the door frame! If I remember correctly, I think I said out loud, something like; “Well, fancy that!” The bad thing about it, was, that I caught my chin on the frame, and now the blasted toothache is really giving me some stick!

7Sun09I then got the handwashing done, rung and hung. A more challenging job today, t-shirt, the weighty jammie bottoms, socks and the thin dressing gown.

I pondered a while, should I take yet another pain killer to ease the tooth? Hope the Dentist can fit me in tomorrow, and also, that he 7Sun06doesn’t (but he will) charge me for the appointment I missed!

Went to check on the cooking for my meal, and it was like someone had turned off the light! The rain was coming, on and off. By the time I’d checked the fishcakes and cheesy potatoes, it was light again. Storm Dennis? Phwert!

I got Josie’s dinner ready and served it at her door. She was in good form today, bless her.♥

Then I got my cheesy potatoes in the oven to crisp-up and did some computer catch up. Then I tended to the meal, still wondering if I dare take another painkiller. I resisted it.

WD 0.0.255 2 I moved the dressing gown and hung it in the wet room, but the wall heater on, with the intentions of turning it of in a couple of hours. (In reality, I found it ten hours later, when I went in for a Porcelain Throne session, on Monday morning! – the dressing gown was dried! Oofta!)

7Sun11I got the herring in sweet onion and pepper sauce left-over from Josie’s plate, and I sliced a black Ibera tomato. Kept checking on the fishcakes and cheesy mashed potatoes in the oven.

Got a Rumpole of the Bailey DVD in the player, ready to watch after the fodder-intaking.

7Sun12What a feast of a meal today! Cheesy mash, baked in the oven to crisp up. Garden peas (not so good, from Lidl). Herring in sweet onion and pepper dressing, black tomatoes, battered fish cakes. Onion relish, and two wholemeal cobs. A light lemon yoghourt for afters. Taste-Rating of 7.5/10.

WD 0.0.255 2 But, I paid for this treat, with a load of washing up to do, from both meals. I cut my finger on the tomato slicer. Dropped and broke the tea-bag pot! Spilt the water on the floor when emptying the bowl. Sad, innit?

Got settled early to watch the Rumpole on the DVD. Fell asleep after a few minutes, and wondered what the noise was, surely the ‘Hum’ can’t be this loud!

WD 0.0.255 2 I got up, fell over, thanks to Arthur Itis’s sudden attack in both knees, got myself back up with the aid of the four-pronged stick and the Ottoman for leverage, and went to the kitchen to have a look around to investigate this odd, loud noise. It was the rain pelting down, and wind galing around the flats!

I returned to the recliner, restarted the DVD from the beginning, and fell asleep again. A couple of hours later, I woke up again, with a start! As I considered getting up back for another poke around to see what might have shaken me from my reverie… but decided not to bother, and promptly nodded-off again! Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Fri 7 Feb 2020: A great start, but a testing latter part of the day. Oy Vey!

2020 Feb 07

2020 tttFeb07

Friday 7th February 2020

Hungarian: 2020. Február 7, Csütörtök

00 Feb 07

5Fri00101:50hrs: I stumbled into a sort of imitation life, and waited a few seconds for the brain to catch me up. When it did, the short pleasant moments of vagueness and freedom from fears ended. As the cerebrum  galvanised into life, the regular first instructions on waking arrived; “You need the Porcelain Throne, now!”

So, I stumbled up out of the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner with relative ease, fell back down again, had another go at getting on my feet, and all went well this time. Off I gingerly wobbled to the wet room.

4Thu03

Sob!

Passing the picker-upper that I broke yesterday, and making a mental note that I need to get out and buy a new one today! As I limped carefully with the wooden walking stick, I thought to myself: ‘Well at least the brain seems to be working this morning!’ First thoughts and reactions can be very misleading, though. I’ve noticed this before.

WD 128.0.128 The evacuations started then stopped part-way again. I waited for nature and my innards to move things along, cause last time I energetically encouraged activity, the bleeding was terrible. To avoid a repeat, I waited patiently, and in pain, nevertheless, I still fell asleep on the Throne! Harumph! It’s not the first time I’m done it, but I haven’t for a long time now. I even had a dream, that seemed to me so vivid, I got the impression when I woke up, that I’d been dreaming for ages. But the clock told me, I’d only been in the arms of Morpheus for two minutes or so? In the dream, I was in a Courtroom, built from parts of bodies and innards as if I was in a chest or something. I was discussing and arguing with ribs, lungs etc. about why they weren’t sorting out a pact with the Neurotransmitters to get them to work again?

If they would, I offered and promised a bribe of free flowers for life amongst other things that escape me now. Back and forth the arguments went on for ages (in the nightmare), and I ended up being sentenced to life imprisonment without any cheesy potatoes! At this stage, I came back to wakefulness. I was writing down some notes before I forgot everything when I realised that ‘things’ were still half-in half-out! It nowt else, it brought me to life properly. Another few minutes past by and things did flow again and the evacuation was tortuously finished!

Well, two firsts there, dreaming on the toilet, and the most hurtful evacuation ever! I was over-the-moon when I found no bleeding had taken place. Yee-ha!

Washed and cleaned up, and limped to the kitchen. Kettle on then took the medications. Off to the computer to update the Thursday blog. I got it done around 04:00hrs. Had a brew and some bikkies and did some Pinterest uploading, then went on the WordPress reader.

Time to get the ablutions done now. Cause I want to catch the L9 bus at 09:30hrs to Arnold. To get a new picker-upperer. Costing me a fortune these are, Tsk!

Phenomenally few dropsies today. A couple of tiny nicks shaving, it was going smoothly for once. Then as I was medicating certain area in need, and I clouted my elbow on the door edge. Then the door chimes rang-out ♫ I only want to be with you ♫!

As I grabbed the thin dressing gown, I heard Jenny saying something as she let herself in. I hastened to cover my privates, not wanting to Angel to hurt herself laughing, and exited the wet room.

JennyTo find that Jenny stood there with a new picker-upper in hand for me to have! (She had read the blog and the picker-upper fiasco, and there she was helping me out again, Bless her cotton socks!) ♥. We chatted a little, and Jenny gave me good advice on certain things, and off she went. I can’t even remember if I thanked her properly, for the Godsent help, for at the end of the day, this tool became so priceless and pain-saving. (Explained later on). I thought I’d get one of the long reach ones today, from the Disability shop in Arnold, that collapse (they break in half when you fall on them, hehe!) and can be taken with me in the trolley guide when I go shopping. This one was perfect for picking up, as I found out when I tried it on a tablet! Smashing, thanks, Jenny, you truly are a comforting, faith-returning Angel! ♥

5Fri04Back to the wet room, and finished off, got dressed, and ready with a deal of alacrity, to be in time to catch the bus. I took the bags to the waste chute on the way out.

The work taking place, and giving everyone a headache, on the fire sprinklers was showing signs of advancement in the lift lobby.

WD 128.0.128 I walked out onto Chestnut Way to hobble to the bus stop for a change. Where many residents were waiting, Mary, Shirley, Christine, and others, with Malcolm in Newsreader-form. It seems that last night, Winwood Heights had had a fire in one of the flats, and the bloke in flat below, got flooded, he has no power, his cooker, fridge, etcetera are now useless! Carpets destroyed. The discussion that I listened to, was about who does he claim off of, his own insurance, the Fire Department or Nottingham City Homes. By gum, when money is mentioned, the atmosphere got heated! Hehehe!

5Fri05The sun was bright, but it was bitterly cold, I was glad when the bus arrived. As I got settled in the side-saddle seat, I noticed how white and pale the hands looked? Either the carbolic soap had increased in strength, or I’d died and nobody told me! Hahaha! Colin Cramps started in that hand at the same time. Tsk!

5Fri06I looked up and noticed how deep in thought, and Russian-Romanian looking, Mary was. I sneaked this surprisingly decent snap of her.

Most folks got off in Sherwood. Margaret and I tried a conversation en route to Arnold, but it was farcical, with us both being on the deaf side.

5Fri007cWD 128.0.128 We dropped off on Front Street. I walked with Mary as far as the Iceland store, and I accidentally bumped my trolley into Mary’s, twice! This did not please the gal, oh, dearie me! Trouble ‘t Mill!

I went into the store and said my farewells to Mary. The damned shop didn’t have any of the tinned new potatoes in stock. Tsk! Worra let down! They did have the pork & pickle pies, Truffle chips and Wholemeal sliced rolls, which I purchased.

5Fri16WD 128.0.128 Paid, and went to the Mobility shop to get a long reach picker-upperer. So very-most irking. Agravannoying! Flanglemanglingly-Frenetically-Frustrating! They didn’t have any in stock! The lady joyfully told me they will have some in next week. Huh! That was disappointing! It proves the value of befriending Jenny and her wonderful help in donating the picker-upperer earlier. Thus saving me struggling! ♥

5Fri08Off to the Futltons Food shop. Found another type of Tuna for Josie, and got a bottle of sterilised milk.

Twenty-five minutes before the bus was due, so 5Fri017I nipped across the road to the Asda (Walmart) store. I bought: Gravy granules, lemon yoghourts, including a large pot of Sicilian Lemon Layered type. Bit of a luxury. A can of chilli-con-carne, and mushrooms.

5Fri09Out in the heatless sunshine onto Front Street and to the bus stop. No signs of Mary? As I stood there waiting, Mary arrived, telling me she was going to Asda and will catch the bus later at the back of the store.

5Fri10So, I waited and caught the bus and as it went on its circuitous route, the brain seemed to go into one of its vacuous-moments. I may well have fallen asleep, though. Either way, I was shaken out of it, by the driver papping his horn.

A car transporter was blocking the road. Parked right on the corner! The driver radioed in about it. The lorry did not move and the driver of the transporter seemed uninterested. Eventually, the L9’s driver skilfully, but dangerously had to drive on the grass to get us by! Well done, Sir! Mary did not get on the bus in Arnold.

5Fri12Back at the flats, I had a job getting up on my feet to get of the bus. (Arthur Itis’s knees) The driver was patient with me. Once up and on the move, things improved with the knees, and I took a photo of the Chestnut Tree, on Chestnut Walk outside Winwood Court. The light-giving, 5Fri11but gelid sun seemed to be getting brighter now. I arrived at the Woodthorpe Court entrance and took this shot. I thought at this time, of the fire last night, and the good fortune that it was at nighttime. For sure, the emergency services 5Fri13would have difficulty in finding anywhere to park, not that it would have been easy in the day either really.

I had a visit from Shaking Shaun, that lasted for a few hours, but it wasn’t too severe and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley did not join in.

I got the jammies on, and did the handwashing, while the oven chips cooked. I checked to see if any details of last night’s fire were in the news, but as usual, nothing was mentioned. It wasn’t even on the Fire Brigade’s ‘Incident list’? Although there were four false alarms at the flats on it, three of them from the workmen accidentally setting off the alarm. It doesn’t show much confidence in the Fire Sprinklers reliability when they eventually get finished and working, does it?

5Fri14I made up some wholemeal rolls, buttered, added cooked slices, and thickly cut black Ibera tomatoes, salted them. Then I added the truffle-chips to the tray. A pot of lemon yoghourt for afters, and got settled in the £300, second-hand recliner to digest the fodder.

WD 128.0.128 Again, the third day on the trot, I got disturbed as I took the first bite! Not the telephone this time, but the door chimes ringing out! I took a while in getting to the door, making sure the food tray was firmly placed so it didn’t fall off of the chair, grabbed the stick and poddled to the door. Nobody was there? Mmm!

WDP 1LcWD 128.0.128 Back to the chair, and talk about bad-timing… The autonomic nerves in the hand and fingers failed at the very moment I foolishly used my right hand to pick up the tray of food! I think I retrieved all of the chips, that had spread in the folds of my stomach, the creases in the chair, the carpet and one even fell right into my drink of orange juice on the Ottoman! The search for and cleaning up of the tomatoes, beef, roll crumbs, smudges of butter and yoghourt took me ages!

WDP 1LbWD 128.0.128 Picking up and sorting things out, was sop painful! Especially the repeatedly having to get down and back up to clean the butter marks and pressed in crumbs where I’d stood on some. Now I had Anne Gyna and Hernia Henry giving me grief as well! I really felt sorry for myself! Hehehe! Thank the Heavens that Jenny had given me that picker upperer! Her caring actions had saved the day again, for sure! ♥

WDPright05So, no nosh tonight then! I did have some biscuits to nibble, mindful that Duodenal Donald might kick-off as well if I didn’t eat something. I don’t think I could have coped if he’d joined in with the others at the same time. Then I realised I had not taken the medications, so I did!

I finally got resettled in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, horrendously gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, repaired-repeatedly, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

But as for getting to sleep? Huh!

What an odd day!

Inchcockski: Tue 4 Feb 2020: A day of poignance, befuddlement, haphazard, amnesia, confusion, and Grumpworthiness! 

2020 Feb 04a

2020 tttFeb05

Tuesday 4th February 2020

Esperanto: Marde la 4 de Februaro 2020

00 Feb 03

00:55hrs: Woke up feeling as if I had no sleep at all, I lay there for ages, uhtceare and heavy eyelids. The need for a wee-wee proved to be my expergefactor. Almost wearily, I forced my heavily-stomached body from the recliner. And was well-pleased when I found that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were no longer in attendance. (Oh, yes, I was most approbatory about this!)

I used the untouched-overnight GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), and I was taken aback by the power of the flow at first, but it faded to a trickle shortly. SFDBFF (Started-Firm-Determined-But-Faded-Fast) style. Then, I was hobbling off to the kitchen, where I took the medications, made a brew and passed wind. It was only a silent tiny phwert, but boy, the pong it left!

wd 60.25.0 2 Feeling much better now, life was returning to the brain, and physically I was doing well. Mmm, apart from the Neurotransmitters failing a few times, I was lucky not to drop the tea-caddy, then the kettle. This is going to be a problem when I start typing on the computer. But no complaints, qualms or expostulations from me. After yesterdays horrendous events, I just appreciated being here, and the absence of so many ‘usual’ ailments. Yee-ha!

2Tue06WD 60.25.0 2A I went to move the tomato-slicer from the tea-brewing area, and soon found how bad Nicodemus-neurotransmitter was today, and the slicer slipped from my grasp. I automatically and foolishly made a grasp for it to stop it hitting the deck. I caught it. The serrated edges of the blades drew blood. A good job I have a stock of plasters in the medical drawer, Tsk! Klutz!

I took two shots of the high in the sky moon. I used the Night Landscape option for them.

2Tue05

2Tue07wd 60.25.0 2 Unfortunately, when the nerve-ends transmitters let me down again, I lost my grip on the camera. Mercifully, I had adopted a habit of always using the hand strap with the photographicalising, and this saved the day and possible damage to the Nikon. Phew!

wd 60.25.0 2 Yet again the nerves failed, when I was putting the lid back on the tea caddy. The result was a scattering of tea bags that was made worse by my failing to catch it properly, knocking it away from me. Which sent Glengettie tea-bags over the floor and between the cooker and cupboard! I fetched good picker-upperer from the front room and attached it to the four-pronged walking stick back to the kitchen. I nearly went head over heels on the way through the door, as I caught my dodgy right knee against the bulky load I was carrying. Dizzy Dennis came into force.

Now I was really getting back to normal! Bleeding, in pain, well-dizzied, pissed-off, and silently offering forth a selection of expletives and traducements, regarding my foul luck and many ailments! Yes, my run of fair-fortunes and luck has ended! Crying was an option at this stage, but my experience of its futility prevented my sobbing or committing suicide. Hehehe! But I was getting a little discouraged with events so far this morning. Yet a feeling of normality blossomed, and amazingly I cast off the shadow, cheered up, made another mug of tea, and got on the computer straight away. Mainly to scribble notes to use later in this diary, while the thoughts were fresh in my mind. Which I did!

Then I got the updating of the Monday post done and posted off.

I’ve had better starts to a day! But hopes linger!

VirFail01bI added some bits to Pinterest, then spend an age on the TFZer Facebooking. But I enjoyed it. Mr Fries Virgin Media started and stayed playing up again. Spitworthy-Splurging-Sparrowhawks! Then went to make another brew of tea, gingerly, carefully and cautiously I might add. (Ha-ha!)

Then went on the WordPress Reader.

Well, I must stop now and get the ablutions done. Iceland delivery (Oh, fear of daft substitutions comes to mind!), then my precious sweet vampire Christina is calling to take my blood later. I put the handwashing in the bowl to soak before doing the cleansing of my ailment-ridden, torturously overburdened-bellied body-mass. Then off for the stand-up, cause it’s too early to make a noise with the shower.

2Tue12WD 60.25.0 2A Well, it didn’t take long before the first cock-up, did it? I got the shaving done first (one nick on the cheek) for a change.

As I stood back from the sink, I caught the four-pronged stick, fell backwards and clouted the side of my head and cheek against the dreaded sock-glide on my way to visit the rather hard floor” The sock-glide is now bent a bit! So are my elbow, knees and confidence, that was caused by the landing, not the glide! Grungle-Grumps!

The legs looked betterer this morning, though, less palish. Just noticed how I put the two photos together, at least I’m hiding the worst bits of my body, Hahaha! The teeth-cleaning went well, only one dropsy; the brush. The flannel once, and the carbolic soap. The refreshing and medicating afterwards; dropped the Haemorrhoid cream tube, olive oil bottle, then the body, spray (twice).

Got dried-off, and dressed, off to get the handwashing done. The Iceland deliveryman cometh. He kindly threw the bags into the kitchen for me, and I sorted out what was what. Or, not! I’m already looking forward to having the braised steak in onion gravy, the taste is fine, the main advantage is they are boil-in-the-bag, less chance of burning when… if, I fall asleep, no sauce to make either, so less washing up to do. Little things like this, mean a lot when you’re disabled and a bald, deaf, hard-of-seeing, overly-flobby-stomached, short, memory-tested, bespectacled, saccades-suffering septuagenarian! I lost the plot there again!

2Tue11

No substitutes! Some expertly squashed sliced wholemeal cobs, that I managed to return to something like their original shape. Some short-date satays, beef slices and pork & pickle pies. Got the canned goods, baked beans and tubers in the farraginous cupboard with the other stuff. To eat the short date products with time, might include me becoming even more overweight. Haha!

If only Christina comes early, I can get out to buy a replacement saucepan and something else, but I can’t remember what it was at the moment. I took some black bags to the waste chute. Then started to work on the graphic making on CorelDraw.

Tap-tap, bang from the electricians. The ‘Hum’ getting even louder. And it looks like Christina will not arrive in time for me get any shopping for saucepans and whatever the other thing is that I need. Most agravannoying!

0 ChristinaPhlebotomy nurse vampire, the super-beautiful and highly desirable Christina arrived, a little earlier than expected. So, I might be able to catch the 10:30hrs bus to go and get some saucepans to replace those I’ve burned! Haha! She took the blood in her usual professional way, no bleeding from the vein, as usual (Oh she is good, and pulchritudinously, alluring, angelic, appealing, beauteous, charming, bewitching, and gorgeously pretty with it). She warned me of the oh, so cold weather outside. If only I was fifty-odd years younger, fitter, had hair, no ailments… Dream on Inchcock! Hahaha! Christina departed, sadly in her usual rush, bless her.

Recycle bags were made up, two large ones, and I got dressed and things ready to go for the bus. I remembered to take the bag of spuds I’d ordered by mistake from Iceland, to give to someone who could use them, it had enough potatoes in it for a meal for ten people!

You should have seen me struggling with the three-wheeled guide trolley and the two massive bags of waste for recycling! Getting out of the lift, I caught one bag against the door frame, dropped it, hit my head on the wall bending to retrieve it, gathered everything and then I saw a bloke waiting to get in the lift – if an expression ever spoke, his did! “What is this old fart messing about at!” He never spoke, he didn’t need to. I got the bags to the caretaker’s room, then on to the Wardens Detention and body-search Office, dropped the potato bag off, and walked to the Winwood Court Social Room and had a go at the crossword book. But the concentration was not good, I think my trying to make u[p my mind where to go for to buy the saucepans was bothering my dithering mind, so I hobbled through to the Winchester Court lobby.

Where I spotted something, I did not expect on the table there. A copy of the Financial Times Money paper! 

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I went out to the bus stop and took some more photographicalisations of Winwood Heights. I kept walking about to keep warm, gosh, it was nippy out there, and very windy with it!

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AS more residents joined me at the shelter, the main topic of discord this morning, was the vehicles blocking the turning circle for the buses and emergency vehicles. I said nowt, but felt the workers had no other choice, as no parking spaces were available for them to use? Difficult situation.

2Tue30Caught the bus with about twelve other tenants, who all got off in Sherwood. I decided in route, to go to Sainsbury’s in Daybrook to look for saucepans and get some nosh in. As I got off of the bus, Dizzy Dennis came on, but not badly, but it slowed me up and did my concentration no good. A few hazy bits in my memory of the visit. I do remember getting a cling-film wrapped set of three saucepans, all ready-made up (handles and lids not loose). Which was glad-making for me. It was the last on the shelves, too! I recall struggling to get around carrying it and coping with the walker-guide and getting things off of the shelves to buy.

WDPT05RI spent £18.60 in total, paid at the self-serve tills. Then, as I was going for the bus home, it dawned on me, I had not got the saucepans! I stopped near the exit doors and checked the receipt… no, I hadn’t paid for them anyway!  What I had done with them remains a mystery. Did I leave them somewhere in the shop, or at the checkout? Ay-yay-yay! What an Eizel!

I caught the bus back to the flats. No doubt about it, Arthur Itis is going to start giving me trouble again. The occasional short sharp stabbing pains behind the knees, not often, were the clues and signs.

Back at Winwood Heights, I made my way to Winwood Court and through the link passage. I thought I was doing well, Chrissie and Betty overtook me, then, further along, two other ladies overtook me. Leaving me in their wake, so’s to speak. Hehehe! All four of them, pleasant ladies.

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2Tue28Over the next few hours, I took these pictures on the right of the page, of the sky from the unwanted, unneeded, unpopular, light and view-blocking, unable to get at to clean, photographers nightmare kitchen window.

Arthur Itis reminded me of what’s to come a few times.

I took the medications straight away so as not to forget. The thermometer is still not working properly. It just shows High or Low, no actual temperature levels at all? Puzzling that, it used to show details every time, but no longer! I suppose that I have pressed or set it up wrong during one of my dreaded and feared, confusing ‘Out-of-it’ spells? This thought got me pondering: If I snuff it during a ‘Blank’ spell, will I die not knowing I’d kicked-the-bucket? Would that be better than knowing at the time? Does it matter? Hehehe!

2Tue27The things that sometimes permeate through and hassle my brain; I don’t mean the usual brain-storms, but these odd moments of pointless reflections, can be entertaining, but not until after they’ve been tackled or considered.

I got the kettle on, and stuff purchased put away. A cheap and a pricey washing-up liquid, distilled vinegar, baked beans, onion chutney, chilli-con-carne, Fancy flavoured Tuna for Josie’s meal next Sunday, orang biscuits, Viennese blondes, smoked almonds, Five-beans in tomato sauce, Mackerel for Josie, a bar of Galaxy chocolate, Lemon curd tarts, Milk Roll loaf, vine tomatoes, and a pack of two Italian brown Primora tomatoes. These tomatoes were not very large, but still £2 for two! I just hope they are as tasty as the ones I got last week from Ocado. Sainsbury is part of Ocado anyway, along with Waitrose.

I found this little snippet of information on Wednesday morning:

BBC News Feb 2020. Marks & Spencer and Ocado have confirmed a deal which will give the High Street retailer a home delivery service for the first time. M&S will buy a 50% share of Ocado’s retail business for £750m. The joint venture will be called Ocado and will deliver M&S grocery products from September 2020 at the latest, when Ocado’s deal with Waitrose expires. Under the deal, Ocado will also continue to supply its own-label products and big-name branded goods.

Which pleases me a lot. I cannot get to M&S in Nottingham easily. There are escalators to get down to the basement food store, which prior to the stroke, were of no problem for me. But now I have to use the elevator, which means so much more hobbling with the walker-guide to get there, and again to get out again with a full trolley.

2Tue26The nosh was prepared and served up. Chicken and vine tomato Dagwood-Style sarnies, new potatoes, mushrooms, garden peas and beetroot. A lemon curd yoghourt and drink of orange cordial flavoured spring water for afters. I ate the whole lot of it! Not a scrap left on the plate!

Got the washing up done, thought about doing the handwashing, but chickened out. Then got my head down early even for me, but I was so weary. Sweet Morpheous came within minutes, ah, bliss! My worries and fears stop when I sleep… unless the nightmares start of course.

The banging on the door and ringing of the chimes woke me up! Growls of Grumpworthiness! I somehow got out of the recliner and to the door, with the brain caching me up. I was still drained and so confused. Josie was there and a big bloke with a clipboard. Then I found myself with Josie’s tray and cutlery on it, from last Sunday’s meal I’d cooked for her… then in the flat with the ID tag missing man, 6’2″, stocky, dark brown hair. I asked him (I think), Why he was checking in Water usage? He replied, ‘We want to know who has baths or showers fitted…’, but he still didn’t tell me who or where he was from! (These details I found on the scribble pad in the morning).

I was so pissed-off at being woken up, it doesn’t matter that people would not expect anyone to be sleeping so early; my rest was knackered! And getting back to sleep took me ages! Amidst swearing and spitting out words of hatred at being disturbed again!

What an odd day! A day of changeable, poignant, fragmentary, haphazard, mental bocks, absent-mindedness and confusion, and Grumpworthiness!

Inchcockski: Monday 3rd February 2020: Oh, the ailments have returned. Ah, well!

2020 Feb 03

2020 tttFeb04

Monday 3rd February 2020

Hawaiian: Pōʻalima lā 3 Pepeluali 2020

00 Feb 04

WDP 003hWD 180.50.0 02:20hrs: As I came back to artificial life, from my nightmare filled sleep, I could clearly hear what I thought was a steam press. Somehow I thought I was still out of it and dreaming, cause the dream was about me being stuck in a giant steam press, with people fighting over who should activate the controls? But it soon became apparent that the noise was the World of Science baffling, ‘Hum’!

I rose out the £300, second-hand, c1968, biliously-beige-coloured recliner. I hauled my pharaonically flobby-body onto its tiny by comparison, feet, caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and wobbled off to the kitchen. Arthur Itis and Anne Gyner were just not bothering me at the least?  Was I actually awake or still dreaming?

WDPH01L41Mon01WD 180.50.0 I took a photo of the blue sky. I soon found out when I all but let the kettle slip put of my hands as I went to fill it, Nancy’s neurotransmitters on the right-side were failing again. Not surprising really, cause they medics have told me they can do nothing about it. But the real reason I knew I was awake was when I stubbed my toe against the sink cupboard as I retrieved the kettle and got cold water down my dressing gown, jammies, belly, privates, legs, and feet! Ah, my run-of-the-mill, unostentatious unlucky-status seems to have returned! Just as well, cause my recent patchy run of decent luck, was alarming me a bit, I’m not used to it! To the wet room, and dried myself off and changed trews.

WDP 003l4Thu02WD 180.50.0 Then as I made a brew of Glengettie tea, it was then time for Shaking-Shoulder-Shawn to kick-off.

They came on without any warning twinges this time. I was all het-up about making the mess and having to change togs, though.

1Mon02I got the medications sorted, and returned to the main room and got the computer going. The tea had gone cold, so I went to make another, and decided to open the window again, to take a picture of the housing on view outside. Many lights were on in the dwelling, that caught me out for a second. I didn’t realise the time had flown so fast. I went back to the front room, forgetting to make a mug of tea!

WDP 2019B01VirFail01aWD 180.50.0 I made a start first on finishing off a graphic I started yesterday on CorelDraw, then began the updating of the Sun day block – Oh dear! What with Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and the persistent Shaking-Shoulder- Shawn, and now Mr Fries, what is it he calls it? ‘Virgin’s Superfast Broadband?’, things were not going well at all! But then, I should be used to it by now!

WDP Dec 26b1Mon05WD 180.50.0 Hours later, I got it finished off and went to make a brew. It was getting lighter now. But I got sidetracked my an instant demand for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised, so off to the wet room, I trudged. By gum, my usual ailments and accidents are rife. I’m confident they have returned today, after 2½ days of near-normal luck! The evacuation was solid, painful, and bloody. Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding as well!

1Mon06But no more toe-stubbing at least! It’s been that long since I needed them, I had to think which of the tubes and tubs were for what ailment. Hahaha! The legs were looking somewhat paler than for a long time, but the Clopodogrel lumps and blotches were still absent, so my full-rate of bad luck hasn’t all come back yet. I had a wash-up and wiped the contact points with the antiseptic.

Visited the WordPress Reader section, TFZer Facebook page, Pinterest, and did the comments reading, well the comment. Hehe!

1Mon05aWDP 10R01LWD 180.50.0 Then I made the brew of Thompsons tea, and back on the computer. Many repeated ‘Failed to save’ signs continued to pester me! But, it’s all part of my returning back to the regular bad-luck-in-life, I suppose. Tsk!

I worked a few more hours on this blog and decided to have a go at making another brew and have some brekkers. That was the plan anyway. Things did work out as expected, though.

WDP 13LWD 180.50.0 I had a double-whammy of ailments come on together. Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun to start with. The worst ever bout I’ve had. I just stood there with one hand on the stick, the other on the side of the sink. Must have been there for twenty-minutes like that. Too scared to move for fear of toppling over, and then Saccades Sandra joined it as well, the room was spinning.

WD 180.50.0 Should I press the wristlet alarm? I lost focus, virtually unbalanced, with very little sight. Overall it was a good half-hour before things cleared. In the past, these Dennis Dizzies and Sandra have only ever lasted for a few minutes at most. But, amazingly, they departed suddenly, within two minutes or so, and I found myself making a brew? Feeling so pleased they had stopped, everything returned to normal, sight back, no problems? This is worth mentioning to the Doctor, I think, all the same. I’ll email for an appointment later on, I reckon.

WDP 003bWD 180.50.0 Then, as I was hobbling back with the mug of tea, I had an involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance routine. It was all over within a minute, no falling, no hitting into or knocking anything over. Not even any spilling of the mug of tea, I got it down on the book cabinet as it started performing. I’ve had a lot of worse sessions. But I still needed to sit down for a minute or two. But was soon back up at the computer, updating this blog.

Fatima Fatigue fell upon me, big-time.

1Mon06aI got the nosh prepped. I’ve still not fully returned to my usual vacuous, yet tortured unrelenting state of mind. It feels all odd not fretting and panicking about anything. The return of Whoopsiedangleplopalising seems to have helped, in a distorted sort of way.

The meal, a 7.9/10 for flavour and taste, went down well. I put the things in the bowl to soak, and got settled in the recliner… but sleep was not interested in coming, despite how tired I was. Humph! Inchyangulations!

Inchcock Today – Monday 6th January 2020: I believe Inchcock’s Diary, could confuse Confucious! It does, Inchcock!

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If Only It Could Have Been!

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Welsh: Dydd Llun 6ed Ionawr 2020

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23:10hrs: I stirred in need of a wee-wee. The overweight heavily-stomached and aching all over for some reason body was reluctant to be prised away from the £300 second-hand rusty recliner. The toe still throbbed from last night’s double-stubbing!

I got to the wet room without too much hassle, all the same. I’d gone to the WC as opposed to using the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-wee-Bucket) because I was sure the need for a Porcelain Throne evacuation was imminent. For several mornings now, the urgent need had arisen with minutes of my escaping the clutches of the recliner, and each time I had been lucky to get to the wet room on time. (I felt rather smart and smug about this planning!) However, after the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee was finished, the hands washed, Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding treated, and I’d got to the kitchen, and still no signs of my needing a heavy-duty session had arrived. Tsk!

But I had to return to the wet room in need of another wee-wee! This one of the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) Mode.

1Mon 01The knees and legs looked a tad more colourful than of late. With the Clopidgrel lumps returning. But the blood papules and all veins were looking calm. I did have a new small purplish-blue blotch on the inner of the right leg that might turn into something that the Tate Gallery might be interested in as it develops? Haha!

1Mon02Washed and creamed, medicated things, and back to make a brew and take the medications.

I got the computer on and checked the Google Diary for the next few day’s duties and appointment.

I must out today to get some bits of nosh in. No time over the next three days, I’ll be stuck indoors again. Well, two indoors, the third hopefully visiting Sister Jane at her Mansion. But don’t think I’m afraid of going there and getting told-off, tutted-at, and receiving down-the-nose looks with a curled lip, that could melt and disintegrate Tungsten, and my pockets picked by xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete. Well, nervous, perhaps!

WD 0.0.255 As I was changing to WordPress to start the updating of the Sunday post:

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I felt like crying, but instead, I inwardly vituperated to Mr Fries and cursed my accursed bad luck in moving from BT to Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet. Although looking back now, BT was about as bad as this shower is at providing a decent service! Mind you, Fries’ lot charge more!

I went to make another brew of tea and cleaned the pots I’m missed from doing last night. When I returned to the computer, at least it had a connection – albeit was still slow. My dislike for Mr Fries and Liberty-Global went down to Defcon 3.

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I plodded relentlessly on with the updating. Other than a good few wee-wees, which were a variety of modes, length, pain, and splashbackabilities. Got the post finished eventually. When the top-priority demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

WDP 10R02LWD 0.0.255 Off to the wet room, I made it in time enough, although it was still closer than I would have liked, for comfort. The passing went well, no bleeding and little mess and pain. The only thing worth mentioning was after the event, and a tad perplexing! The water in the WC, was bubbling, almost like in a geyser? One flush cleared the contents, and I could not help but stick my finger in the water, to assure myself it wasn’t actually hot! The bubbles continued for about another minute, then died down. I was in a state of puzzlement, mystification, and bewildered at what could have caused this violent bubbling in the first place? Another enigma of my beloved Nottingham City Homes, Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, producing illusion, delusion, & hallucinational activities! Hehehe! Mmm?

I struggled with the slow internet service, with the odd intermittent few seconds going downtime, and went on the WordPress Reader. Then the TFZer Facebooking.

By the time I had around top starting this page off, spend about an hour on it, with the regular wee-wees (I hope they ease-off before I go out later), is needed, I got around to thoughts of food, and what to have for brekkers. I decided on a mug of tea and some cornflakes, providing they had not gone all soggy (I’ve had them in for a while now!). I went to check them out.

1Mon02aBrekkers was corn flakes with a jam tart and mint bikkies with a mug of the very bestest brew, Glenghettie Gold. And it was so good!

Washing the dishes, and the summoning to the WC arrived, and I  did the Ablutionalisatiioning at the same time.

Many dropsies were done. The toothbrush and paste were very active in their flying and slipping out of the hand today.

1Mon05aAfter the shave and shower, the sock glide battle victory went to the green plastic-covered metal frame, in particular to the finger-trapping holding gripper, known to me as Agripper the Hun! And at times like these, a few other choicest descriptive and curse-like words. (I shiver at the very thought of it!) 

I got dressed and prepared the black and recycling bags to take down with me.

WDP 003l WD 0.0.255A I got the shoes on and went to start the flat checks, taps, lights, etc. before leaving. As I went into the kitchen, I tripped on the raised door-stopper, and tumbled knees first onto the floor! After a few moments of annoying verbal responses, I struggled to bet back up, painfully onto my pins.

1Mon04It turned out that the reason for the Whoppsie was that the velcro on the shoes, had stopped sticking altogether? I tried my best to get them to work without any success. So, into the bin, they were dispatched. After I applied dollops of Phorpain Gel, well rubbed in, I tried the other pair of shoes, but the velcro on them was not exactly reliable? What’s going on?

After the pains eased, I moved on and got the bags on the trolley.

WDP 10R02LWD 0.0.255 As I was putting on the new coat, I spotted that the tear on the left-hand side of the tweed had got a lot worse! Oh, dear, getting wee’d-off now! I had to dig out the old but used only once flak-jacket type coat.I’d stopped wearing it after one try because it was too tight for me with the weight I put on after the stroke. Amazingly, it fitted? Ah, well!

I departed the flat and took the black bags to the waste-chute. Then down in the lift and took the recycling bag to Stew’s room.

1Mon06WDPH01R4WD 0.0.255 As I went into the welcoming warmth of the link Corridor to Winwood Court, I spotted that the Fire and access door out to the alfresco benches was still ajar! It’s been a security risk like this for many weeks now, but nobody in authority seems to be interested or bothered about it?

1Mon05I’ll mention it again to the ILC if I see one on the way out. I still have a yearning to get out there one day, on a bench, with my crossword book, pen, and a flask of tea and a bar of chocolate, perhaps. In the warm sunshine? What did I say? Sunshine? What’s that then? Hehehe!

1Mon07I proceeded in an Easterly direction (hehe!) along the link corridor, towards the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinator’s), Wardens. Interrogation Office, hopefully, to remind them off the open external door, again. I could hear much laughter coming from the 1Mon06alady’s hairdresser salon that cheered me up a bit. I like it when folks are happy, a rarity nowadays. No luck in finding any ICL, so I went into the Winwood Court Social Area, and had a go at the crossword book puzzles.

As I plodded on to the Winchester Court lobby, I was most pleased with the lack of hassle from Arthur Itis, considering the tumble I took earlier.

I found a few tenants sat in there awaiting the bus. Doris, Cyndy, Margaret, May, and name unknown others were there. I handed around the nibbles and accepted the snide remarks, insults, put-downs, and the superior sarcasm from Frank in good spirit and kept walking around in case the knees froze up. As soon as I got outside to go to the bus stop, I realised that the cold, bitter, Winwood Heights wind was still with us. Brrr! I took a few photos while laughing with the ever-growing clan at the shelter.

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When we got on the bus, I settled in the corner side-saddle seat. Cyndy, Doris and Frank and a couple of other tenants sat nearby. We chatted en route, but a lot of what was said, I had to guess by the sayer’s facial expression. For the hearing aids seemed to be losing power occasionally? I got off last on Upper Parliament Street, the others scattered. The w1Mon10ind seemed less vicious in the City Centre.

I hobbled into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall), and straight to the Next shop, and got a voucher.

Then out back onto Parliament Street, and stood for a while, watching the Nottinghamian’s cross against the Don’t Walk sign. One pedestrian actually shouted and gestured at a driver as he turned from Milton Street!

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1Mon13I crossed over later and stopped to take this snap of the crowds in Clumber Street. The Nottinghamians appeared in a slightly better, less down-in-the-mouth mood today, and Pavement Cyclists were noticeable by their absence?

Also, Arthur Itis was still kind to me? Considering the force in which Arthur’s knees hit the kitchen floor, this is strange. Very Oddlimost! Ah, maybe the Phorpain gel for once, and the extra codeine might have helped?

I limped along, at a fair rate of knots, the three-wheel-guide was empty so easier to control. And I got to the Poundland World on Wheeler Gate and spent a fair bit of dosh. I ended up buying; Dettol disinfectant, a Pork Farms pork pie, a can of beef in gravy, sliced wholemeal rolls, steak slices, cooked chicken slices, almonds, cashews, Orange flavoured digestive bikkies and a lemon breeze spray disinfectant. The lady put them through for me within a couple of minutes, less her.

1Mon14I got the things in the bags evenly weighted, and off through the square towards the bus stop.

The slab square was still being cleaned up after the Winter Wonderland. What a messy, untidy flop that was!

1Mon14aAt the bottom of Queen and King Streets on my way up to the bus shelter, I spotted this chap in his mini-street cleaner, taking a rest and break. It looked like a new vehicle. I wonder if they sell them one at a time? I could use the recharging facility on Chestnut Walk? Just a thought. Hahaha!

1Mon16I got up to the L9 bus stop. Not many folks around today? And none got on en route back to Winwood Heights. I fought against falling asleep all the way. But the driver helped me, by his imitating Nigel Manson with his driving. Thus, I had to stay awake to concentrate on not being tipped out of the seat on each corner!

Back on Chestnut Walk at the flats, I got off last as is usual. (This avoids me getting trampled on as I get off of the bus, Haha!) I stopped for a while to chinwag with Penny, and hand-over her belated New Year treat, only a little bottle of wine, but she liked it.

I walked back through Winchester into Winwood Court. I was going to try to tell Warden and Laptop dancer Deana, about the door still being insecure, open in fact, on the link passage. But they were very busy with people in the office, so I plodded on. I had a look at the door as I went by it, it was still open.

1Mon16aIn the lift and up, out and into the flat. Where for some unknown, possibly weird, reason I decided that I’d get the handwashing done. So, it was done, rung and hung.

By the time I’d finish it, I was feeling well-drained and the usual afternoon confusion-of-the-brain was returning. Tsk! I moved the evenings clothing to the airers.

This started me thinking, my wee-weeing is a bit erratic innit? One day none stop, the next little at all?

I found a packet of the mushroom pate in the fridge and thought it would go nice in the wholemeal rolls.

Then I investigated in the freezer 1Mon18band found the chips I’d forgotten about having. They were called Truffle Fries and looked almost pale-green in colour when I opened the packet. It had bits of what looked like black pepper spread over them. And had a smell that I’ve never sniffed before to them. I was in two-minds (As usual, though!) about whether I 1Mon19should try them or not? I had a look at the ingredients list on the bag: Potatoes, sunflower oil, Black Truffle & Sea Salt, Dried parsley etc. I don’t even know what a truffle really is? I decided to try them out.

WDP 20193AWD 0.0.255 I and got them in the oven cooking, and set to making the roll sarnies. This is when I realised I’d forgot to get some tomatoes! Humph! So I put lashings of caramelised onion chutney, in the rolls with the mushroom pate!

1Mon17Oh, boy, how I managed to keep my hands off of them I don’t know. The aroma of the pate was tempting me to eat them straight away. But, being a good boy, I resisted. Hah-ha!

The truffle fries didn’t look cooked after the 25 minutes recommended time in the oven, so I gave them long and kept having a look at them.

When it came to plating them, they smelt so different to anything I’ve cooked before and were still a tinge green looking. But, by golly, they tasted so good! Now, I have to remember where I got them from. Humph! They almost tasted like meat?

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I found out the chips were bought from Iceland. So I must do an order for next week with some of the Truffle fries on in the morning!

I got the pots washed, took the evening medications and applied some gel on the knees.

WDPright05aThen, I just think I might have fallen asleep as I was actually getting into the recliner, cause I can’t remember anything after that?

Life gets very complicated with ageing. I know! Humph!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 5th January 2020: More than owt else, I remember the toe-stubbings. Hehe!

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Sunday 5th January 2020

Myanmar (Burmese): တနင်္ဂနွေ 5th ဇန်နဝါရီ 2020

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23:10hrs: I woke up with a jump, to find myself half-in, half-out of the £300, second-hand c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured rickety recliner. I had a bit of a job getting myself back safely into the dusty dust-covered chair. Confusion reigned in my bonce for a few seconds. I noticed signs of nocturnal-nibbling having taken place. Bits and pieces of nuts spread about generously?

Then, the brain kicked into gear, and the memory-box revealed a possible reason for my spreadeagled waking position; A dream I’d been having! It appears that I was on a flat-top roof somewhere, with a dirty great long pole with a paintbrush attached to the end of it, and a tin of red paint, and was decorating the sky! Mmm?

I wearily exited the recliner, grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, and hauled my heavily-stomached, flabby torso to the kitchen, and put the kettle on. When the morning summoning from the innards for the use of the Porcelain Throne arrived. And yet again, it was a sudden and urgent demand.

WDP 11gL WD 80.0.0 Before I got down properly on the raised plastic seat, things began moving! I felt this and got down the last few inches quickly to try to avoid any faux-pas… Unfortunately, an appendage got trapped against the plastic! Argh! My concentration drifted from the evacuation to the tiny-tender area affected, as the motion flowed unstoppably, under its own control.

When it finally decided to stop coming, I rose to inspect Little Inchy. Of course, the squash had started fungal lesion bleeding! So the first thing was some cleansing, then medicationalisationing with the Cortisone, then Savlon creams. (I barely flinched! Well, I might have a little bit!)

WDP 11hLWD 80.0.0 Then the Porcelain Throne bowl was looked at, the flushing had not moved much of the massive, messy, gooey evacuated product. Another twist of the handle, and still it was only partly gone. I moved the clock, radio and Men’s Eau-de-toilette bottle from the system top to remove the lid, and filled it by jugs of water from the sink until the tank was filled. Tried the flush, and all gone at last!

WDP 11eLWD 80.0.0aC I foolishy allowed myself to get into a Smug-Mode, thinking how well I’d coped with the injury and sorting out the WC system. Putting the things back on top of the tank, and the autonomic nerves let me down again, and I dropped the clock from my grasp. I’m sure I don’t need to explain to you, where it ended up landing? Great Jehosaphat! Please, not another Whoopsiedangleplop day like yesterday? I beg!

I wobbled back into the kitchen to make the brew again and took last nights medications that I had omitted to take. Tsk! Took the tea with me and got the computer going. Pressed on with updating the Saturday blog. Which surprisingly only took me about two hours to get done. The finger-ends were amazingly less bothersome, Shaking Shaun was noticeable by his absence of interest in punishing me, and Duodenal Donald didn’t give a single stab (yet) while I was doing the diary update! Something was going well? I tentatively, apprehensively allowed myself a few moments of Smugness.

Around 01:40hrs, I’d finished and posted off the blog. I put some pictures on Pinterest. Then went on the WordPress reader. Next, to my beloved TFZer Facebooking.

Off to make a brew. I took two shots of the moon. I used Auto mode for these.

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Then, I checked the emails. I’d had one reply to my request for permission to visit her come in, from Sister Jane. She granted her permission. I plan to attend their mansion next Wednesday, hopefully, no medical appointments will come in for that day. But, I’m a little nervous about going, cause I cannot carry a stick with me, and she will not like me going in her spotlessly-hygienic palace with the three-wheeled trolley? Could get me in trouble this. Perhaps I can have a search for the old collapsable stick I had somewhere. Or did I give it away? Did I bring it from the old house with me? Confused Inchcock, now changing the subject! Hehe!

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WD 80.0.0 Oh, botherations and fiddlestick! I just noticed that Wednesday the Medicine team will be calling with the new medications alarm to be fitted, on Wednesday! Humph! I emailed her Majesty back to explain, and ash for Thursday to be alright. I may get hung drawn and quartered after having my testicles removed! Oh, dearie me!

I made a start on this post, as the wee-wees grew more frequent than ever. All of them were the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) variety.

I decided it was time for phagomania which had taken over my thoughts, to be appeased. So I hobbled to the kitchen to see what was to be had for brekkers. I made some wholemeal bread-thin sarnies with some turkey thingies on sticks.

Then I remembered I getting low on the Thompsons and Glengettie Gold tea bags, so I made an order for Ocado. I put all the changes on the Google Calendar. Then off to make another mug of tea and have yet another wee-wee.

Taking these pictures. The sky and down towards Chestnut Walk below. Noticing a free car parking space! Amazing!

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Then I got back on the computer (not literally, you understand?), and checked to see if any comments had come in on the Saturday post. Two to reply to, which cheered me up a tad.

I tried to get some graphics done on CorelDraw, but the concentration was not good, yet earlier in the morning it was fairly good?

I managed to do a couple and had to stop, to get Josie’s meal prepared. If not too tired afterwards, I shall return later. (I was too tired after-all)

I got the meal done for Josie first. Tuna with mayonnaise added, sliced tomato, mushrooms, garden peas, roast onions, and her favourite, the soft mashed, extra-cheesy potatoes. An apple, a Limoncello dessert and a can of pink gin & tonic, for afters as an extra treat for my next-door neighbour Josie. As she mentioned last week about me giving her too much on the plate, I made the meal a little smaller for her this time.

7Sun34WDP12LWD 80.0.0 For the first time ever, I was a little late in getting it delivered at the target time of twelve o’clock. With me feeling a little out-of-it suddenly, by the visit of Konrad Confusion, and not concentrating properly at all, I purposely took my time while cooking, to avoid any Faux pas or accidental-happening. Which meant it was 12:10hrs when I arrived at her door with the meal on the trolley-server for her. Josie is as forgetful as I am, and inadvertently lets it slip from her memory every Sunday, bless her. She was on the phone to her sister,  and I waited until she answered the door. By then, all I had built up to say to her had gone. So I waffled something or other, and as I was saying I hope you enjoy it; Josie asked what the ball shaped thing on her plate was. (Ah, one of the things I’d forgotten to mention to her) I explained it was smoked Haddock and cheese in a breadcrumbed potato casing. I feared she might not like this, but and crossed my fingers as we parted, that she would.

I was feeling confused still when I got back into the apartment. Got some cheesy mash made for my nosh, and put that in the oven to crisp up a bit. Then washed the pots from the first meal-making session.

7Sun31Then I got the Inchcock’s ingestible ingredients served upon the plate. Crispy cheesy potatoes, beetroot, mushrooms, peas, tomatoes and some delectable tasting Mushroom pate; which I put inside wholemeal bread thins to eat, with the pate, sliced tomatoes and caramelised onion in them, to give it an almost perfect twang!

Got the pans etc wash-up quickly, and settled in the £300, second-hand c1968, not working, rickety recliner, and feasted on the food! It was delightful, despite my not feeling-up-to-scratch. (I’ll have to remember to look up[ where that saying came from) A Flavour-Rating of 8/10 for this meal.

I looked at the TV Freeview schedule, to find if there was anything worth watching. There must be at least, well, over 200 Freeview channels on my old set. And there was nothing, apart from the Liverpool v Everton match, that I was interested in viewing. Plenty of repeats, some from the 1940s, others that had been shown three or four times already this week, that I’d seen. But no Red Dwarf, A-Team, or good films at all. The only stuff that I might have been tempted by was on too late for me to stay awake till.

I set the alarm to wake me in case I fell asleep, so’s not to miss the football match. (In case I fell asleep? Hahaha!) I put a Black Books DVD on and fell asleep within minutes.

I didn’t hear the alarm, but I did wake up in need of a wee-wee, about ten minutes into the football game. I did stay partly awake for the game, which Liverpool won, despite their young inexperienced team on the day.

I nodded off, and something woke me up, in my confused state, it took me a while to realise it was the door chimes. I got to the door eventually…

WDP 11mLWD 80.0.0aC Having given myself a Double-Toe-Stubbing en route to the door! First, in my half-awake state, on the door-stop bar,  and then on the flipping wheel of the Walker-Guide trolley in the hallway! My language was a touch on the naughty side, but luckily only muttered to myself. It was Josie, returning the cutlery, plate and serving tray. I thanked her and inquired if she liked the smoked haddock and cheese thingamabob, to my pleasant surprise, she said she did. I returned to the recliner, taking care not to have any toe-stubs en route.

Luckily again, I’d missed no goals in the match, and was able to watch the game until the end. Which is where I must have nodded-off, cause I can’t remember owt else.