Inchcockski – Tuesday 5th May 2020: Hello, a reduction in Whoopsiedangleplops. Ye-ha!

May05

2020 ttttMay05

Tuesday 5th May 2020

Samoan: Aso Lua 5th Me 2020

00 May 05

GM05 creamWD 0.0.255 03:55hrs: I been up for about three hours by this time, thanks to sleep not being interested in joining me. Pottering about half-heartedly, I pretended to sort-out the fridge, concentrated on it for a full five minutes. Then toyed at doing the washing up.

And what a ‘Mistake to make that turned out to be. I was depressed, or repressed, or both, overtired and so irritable with myself.

WD 0.0.255 So it did me no good at all when I dropped the step ladder. Thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failure. The bottom of the aluminium leg made contact with my left knee! Crrrrickey, that hurt!

WDP 1LcbWD 0.0.255 But worse still, as I bent to retrieve the steps, my bottom hit the stack of plastic drawers near the door, pushing me forwards onto the floor, and I got virtually showered with a right load of medical stuff that fell off of the top drawer! A dropper of olive-oil had broken. The light in weight, enoxaparin filled hypos didn’t fall off at all. Int life confusing?

As I collected up the medicines, my irritability level grew to a hyperirritability level when I realised the blister-pack had split! It took me hours to find the spread-all-over tablets and capsule. Well, I didn’t find them all. I could not identify the difference between the Codeine 30g, the Furesomide and the Beta-blockers, they all look the same to me. Some of the Ramipril 40g capsules split open when I accidentally trod on them. (They do that, I’ve noticed before!) The Atorvastatin 80g, which I have to take whole, and struggle at times with them, were all found. Tsk! Some of the Lansoprazole capsules were never seen again? I’d squashed a tube of Germoloid, that was fun cleaning up.

So, I’d gone from a frustrated, miserable, self-hating, loathing-of-life person, into a mental wreck in a matter of minutes! (But this was not to last very long, at all!) More time lost trying to assess what was what. I gave up in the end, sod-it!

2Tue25I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. And found that I had calmed down, and gone into ‘Accepting-Mode’? Even as I stood there, amid the medical mayhem, mess; There was no guilt, no feeling sorry for myself, or sulking! I think that with Nicodemus playing up, the full message of the pain had not got through to the brain? Oh, course I could be wrong.

I got the stepladders back assemble, up at 2Tue01the window, and took a photo of the morning moon. As I stood there with the window open, I found myself off on a Thought-Storm again. Not a  particularly bad one, mind. More, strongly musing, and casting away the worrying thoughts, and holding onto the better ones. This is not like m2Tue03e, especially after my altercations?

Got the computer booted, and made a quick Thoughts ode to use later. I noticed the brightness coming through the curtains and thought it might be another rainbow, so I got the camera and went to the kitchen window. Wonderful view! Made another brew, of Glengettie tea. Then answered two WordPress comments. Got on with the updating of the Monday post. But the Morrison order arrived and had to be dealt with and sorted out. So I did! The delivery chap came up and left the bags outside. I pointed out the can pf G&T for him, well, his wife, she loves them.

2Tue11

I 2Tue27got the large order in a bag or two at a time, and into the kitchen. Despite the horrendous start to the day, I was feeling good. As I packed away the goods, I realised there had been a lot of substituting and items not delivered. 

Shame about crap chicken & mushroom substitute pot noodles, cause the sticky rib one I ordered, is the only one I like, more giving or throwing stuff away! Tsk!

2Tue12I hope their smokey bacon is better tasting than the watery Iceland label rubbish. But I fear the look identical. A high-note, the yhad sent some of the delicious sweet potato Fritters, and I tried a pack of Hovis sourdough muffins. The bananas were a tad green, but not to fret. I got the fridge stuff put away first.

2Tue13It was hard work making the room to get it in, I’d ordered a fair bit. Initially, I was tickled pink when I saw they had some Cox’s apples in stock and ordered a pack. Grobblecluckinghell! Every apple was either bruised, pot-marked or had a wormhole in them! I’m sorry I gave the bloke a can of plonk now! Humph!

2Tue14I found a packet of two frozen Louisiana Chick’n Burgers? I did not recall ordering these, but they’d charged me, so I must have. On closer inspection, it claimes Amazing Chicken Taste, but I could not see any meat in the ingredient list? I’ve never been less interested in any product in my life! Vegetarian or Vegan? Not for me! I dished it in the waste bag, which made just enough room to get the other stuff into the freezer, Haha!

2Tue02The job was done, and another brew made, I might get to drink this one.

The moon looked like it had a red ring around it, so I fetched the camera and took this effort as the day began to break. Not very good, but it shows the ring up?

I began to work on the updating again, and the door chimes rang out there, ♫ I only want to be with you, ♫ tune. I investigated, and it must have been Jenny or Frank, who had dropped off the bleach and Lemon mousse for me. Jen had ordered some for me on her Asda order, she is good to me. ♥

2Tue08aI got the ablutions tended to. I could hardly believe hoe the body had changed so quickly. The arms and legs had positively shrunk! But the already overbearing stomach was much bigger? The toenails keep getting longer and more painful. Anyroad, the session was another good one. Only two little nicks shaving. I did cut the gums a fair few times when I was doing the teeth, but that was all down to Shuddering Shoulder Shirley. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding, but I’ve had it a lot worse this. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were only trickling blood. All in all, a surprisingly decent session!

2Tue21Some more updating (will I ever get it done?) I took a snap of the shadowy bottom field. Funny how the Nikon seems much better at taking this sort of shot in auto mode. The Panasonic is not so good.

I tried for an evacuation on the Porcelain Throne. Failed again. Tsk!

Herbert upstairs is busy, dril2Tue16ling away, I wonder what he’s making today.

Then, the Iceland delivery man arrived. Not such a big order, and even less with the out of stock various loaves and things.

Huh! I’ve just cancelled the weekly bread and 2Tue28milk stuff from the Government, and now they have no bread delivered from Iceland! Just look at the list of have-nots-in-stock! It’s a grand job that Jenny is doing for me. I shouldn’t have to worry about desserts until the next Morrison delivery arrives in three weeks, though. I’ll try to get some bread from the mobile shop on Friday, I’ve enough until then. I’ve put the sourdough muffins in individual bags in the freezer, having one tonight perhaps, I’ve left that one out in the 2Tue23kitchen.

I got the updating done at last. Just one of those days, interruptions and Whoopsiedanhleplops galore! Went on the Pinterest, then the WordPress reader. Then Facebooking. It suddenly dawned on me, the ‘Hum’ doesn’t sound as loud as usual today. I wish it was 2Tue22always like this. Went out on the balcony to take a shot of the wonderful clouds. I like this one.

Those amazing cloud formations!

WD 0.0.255A I made another brew and started on this post. I noticed when I used the rather poor quality 2Tue25snap, I must have caught my forefinger in the farcical furore earlier with the steps and medicine avalanche. Hehehe! Hey-ho! I’m glad I didn’t lose it when I took the tumble.

All fine now, anyway. Just curious to know hat Herbert is clanging, banging and drilling away making. It must be a big model, whatever it is. Herbert might be in lockdown, giving him more time to make his models. Good for him, if this is so.

2Tue24I had a quick search for the latest Coronavirus figures available, Nottingham and local East Midlands cities, and the UK.

It seems that Nottingham City was having things a little better than those around nearby lately?

Derbyshire and Nottinghamshire are the worst hit.

I’m getting drained mentally now. Poor old twit! I went to arrange and get the nosh sorted out.

2Tue34Sokowlo pork hot dogs, fries, cheese discs, a mix of cherry tomatoes; the foul, bitter-tasting Moroccan ones from Iceland, and the Netherlands ultra-tasty sweet ones from Morrisons. Chestnut mushrooms, a well-bruised Morrison’s Cox’s apple, a lemon mousse dessert (having to eat the Ski mousse first, as they are shorter-dated than the Asda ones that Jenny got for me) The sourdough muffin, I’d Marmited, and they went down extremely well! I used one of the individual Marmite pots I bought from Amazon, tasty, and just enough! Flavour rating: 8/10!

WDP 12bGot the washing up done, and as expected, sleep was not forthcoming easily. Much hogwash half-watched on the TV. No nodding off and waking again tonight, though. Looking back, when I did nod off, very late in the evening, at least I slept right through for, wait for it… six-hours! Great!

Isolated Inchcock: Wednesday 8th April 2020: Muddled mayhem, messsing up the mind!

April 08

2020 ttttApr08

Wednesday 8th April 2020

Esperanto: Merkredon 8 Aprilon 2020

0000 April 08 Sandy

GMX0603:20hrs: I woke, having had all of three hours actual sleep. The body and mind were not interested in waking, moving, thinking or getting out the uncomfortable, £300 second-hand, c1968, sickenly beige-coloured, rickety recliner. Together for once, the brain and body agreed, and I turned slightly to a more comfortable position, to nod-off in.

WD 0.40.0 As I did so, a deadly wet and warm bottom-blurp ‘Plumf!’ escaped from the rear end! That ended any chance of nodding off again! For it was followed by a movement developing from the innards! How the heck I managed to get to the wet room on time, I don’t know.

WD 0.40.0 It stuttered and stopped half-way again, like yesterday. All I could do was grab the crossword book, grit my teeth at the pain, and wait! Which is what I did! After a while (and a few puzzle clues answered [Oh, yes!]), The evacuation started sharply again. A sort of Shploosh, plop, plop, plop later, it was all over! The blood flowed freely on wiping things. A good wash and medicationing session, finding Inchies Fungal Lesion had bled during my sleeping hours (All three of them!), the most painful of areas to medicate.

I did have a moment when I asked the Lord, why me? But he didn’t answer!

Washed and antisepticated the touch-points, and went to the recliner room, to check if I’d knocked anything over in bumbling rushed attempt to get to the Porcelain Throne in time.

WD 0.40.0 Oh, dearie me! signs of nocturnal nibbling lay all around the chair! Guilt dawned on me. Then went away again! When I realised it was not my fault, I was not in control of my mind while I was sleeping… Then the guilt returned when I recognised that nowadays, I not in control during most of my waking hours either! Hahaha!

I cleaned things up, not properly or with any enthusiasm mind.

3Wed02WD 0.40.0 I sat down on the computer chair, to reach some missed bits of what was a masticated cheese biscuit, and… I’d sat on an old RAOB medal, the pin bent as it went in my bum, and my spirits sank at so many things going wrong so often! I also noticed a bruise on the arm. Closer inspection, revealed it was not from yesterday’s blood taking, but most likely from the Clopidogrel. It’ll be gone within 24 hours, but a new one will come-up somewhere else. Tsk! I’d like to know how the pin got on the swivel chair in the first place?

I could get depressed, you know! Grubbulisations!

WD 0.40.0 I got on the computer, by the time I should have been finishing off the updating of yesterday’s blog – then made a start on doing it. Humph! But got sidetracked, by the mind coming up with a bit of a funny ode idea, about Coronavirus.

WD 0.40.0 So, got it written and posted off. Then, I got on with the Tuesday blog updating at last. Got it done, and went on the TFZer Facebooking, and forgot all about sending the blog off!

WDP 1LWD 0.40.0 I got the ablutions seen to, just in case anyone from the Diabetes Ingeus, The NCC food parcel sending avoiders, deliveries from Amazon or the Clinic called or phoned me. What a mess! I cut the gums cleaning the teeth. Had four cuts shaving. Dropped the razors (several times), the carbolic soap (three times), shower head (twice), and the towel (twice)! I cleaned up and medicated areas in need.

WDP 1LbWD 0.40.0 Then on the way out, I knocked the standu[ clothes airer over with the togs on it! Stood it back up, bent down to retrieve the clothes, and clouted my head on the corner of the wet room door!

The Lord was still not listening to me! The heuristics and problems of life, have become too much for me to cope with nowadays!

3Wed04I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

I got back to the computer, and Sister Jane rang me, mentioning the funny ode, adding that the diary had not been received yet! The line was difficult to hear again, kept fading in and out. I foolishly, well, unthinkingly, replied that I had posted it to her and Pete. The urgent need for a wee-wee developed while we were nattering, and I shot off to the wet room.

WD 0.40.0 The wee-wee started encouragingly with a gentle trickle, and despite my best efforts and a lot of time, it got no further. Which puzzled my already tormented brain! This is when I realised that I had not sent off the Inchcock Today! Washed and disinfected, and back to the computer to send off the link. Pete had sent an email informing me he had not received it! Klutz! I replied with an embarrassing, but funny answer.

3Wed05An Amazon order arrived, it was the single servings of long-life milk. They should have a long expiry date on them. I was going to check them but forgot all about it. Twit! I struggled with the box and the walking stick, it took me a long time, but I did get them to the kitchen in the end. I stored them under the draining board. 

I made a start on this blog. But it was interrupted, many times.

WD 0.40.0 The first one was the mobile-phone ringing. It was a lady from Ingeus. The line was almost useless, her voice kept fading in and out all through the long, convoluted unwanted conversation and question and answer time. I had to repeatedly ask her to say again if you please. It’s hit and miss if I got the messages properly. Checking the usual names, dates, contact number, Doctors, NHS number etc.. It was doi,ng my concentration no good at all. However, I think since they cancelled all of the Diabetes courses due to the virus, some money-manager has decided to run an online course, so they can get money out of the NHS for doing it. It is to start on Thursday 23rd April, at 10@00am, and I am to log on fifteen minutes early. The lady will send links and details to me via email. There was possibly more I should have digested, well, I know there was, but I think she took me asking her to say again, as an answer to some of the question, because she said ‘Okay’ or ‘Good’, and moved on to the next query. She was on that long, the battery ran out on the phone!

I put it on charge as the door chimes rang out! It was laptop dancer and Warden Hauptsturmfhreress Deana. She was handing out Easter Eggs from Nottingham City Homes. We had a distanced natter, and Josie appeared at her door. She did not look very well, and she shot back in while I was talking to her. Oh, dear! Poor gal.

3Wed06Back to the computer. Minutes later, the intercom flashed and sounded. It was another delivery from Amazon. Of 24 cans of clementine juice! I thought I’d ordered tomato juice? But still, they will do me fine, I like citrus juices.

Getting this box in, was more of a test of my limited resources, with it being so heavy. But we got there.

Then I realised how late it was. Well beyond my usual head-down time. My breathing began to come a little laboured. But I wanted to stay awake, in case any of the NCC Assistance volunteers arrived. Four times now I’ve been told someone will contact me the next day. Still, waiting. If I knew their number, I ring them to tell ’em not to bother, after thanking them of course. Then, I may get some sleep? Oh, I’m getting bitter!

Updated this post some, and then thought I’d better get some nosh sorted out. Chips, bread & butter, last of the mushroom pattie, tomatoes, beetroot… yes that sounds good to me. And a lemon Vienna cake or two (they are only tiny, honest!) for afters, being as I am struggling to find any yoghourts or mousse available.

Only three hours sleep last night, and here I am, finding myself trying to stay awake in case the promised four-times visitor calls or arrives. My health is at risk here.

WD 0.40.0 As as I was prepping the meal, well supper by now, Dusty Springfields tune to ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ came from the door. I opened it, to see nobody out there. No parcels left on the hallway floor? I nipped out to the lift lobby for a gander, no lifts were moving, and I spotted the new sign; ‘Only one person at a time to be in the lift’. Fair enough with me!

3Wed32I opened a packet of the Iceland Pork & Leef sausages to give them a try, but I remembered I had some of the Surami fish stick still in the fridge, with a short use-by date on them, so returned the sausages back to the freezer.

WD 0.40.0 The cough was getting niggly and the breathing no easier. So I took the evening medications with an extra pain killer (the toothache was coming open the more tired I got) and had a gargle of TCP. Which, on reflection, was not a good idea to do just before eating anything! But I was so tired out and drained mentally, the old grey-cells were wandering a bit.

3Wed33I opted for, tomato sarnies, sweet potato fries, beetroot, Surimi sticks and seaweed snacks, with caramelised onion chutney, for the main course. And two teeny-weeny lemon meringue cakes, and a can of the clementine juice for afters.

WD 0.40.0 I noticed that the use-by date was only 20th April 2020! I wondered why they were so cheap! Haha!

WD 0.40.0 I’m afraid that the mess of a meal had many disappointing facets to it: The sweet potato fries, McCains brand as well, were horribly mushy and tasted only of sugar! I ate only a few of them. The Iceland wholemeal bread had already gone hard-crusted and dry! I broke off the crusts and ate two of the three – the crumbs were scattered all over me, the chair and the carpet! Tsk! The beetroots were tasteless! I left half of them.

3Wed06On the plus side, the Surimi, seaweed crispies, and pickle were all great! The lemon Vienesse cakes were mouth-wateringly acceptable! Perhaps the best came after I took the tray to the kitchen and cleaned up the bread-crumbs, was the Italiano Clementine drink. It was not sweet at all, but tangy and bitter-tasting, and that suited me.

A shame that I bought the last box from Amazon. Overall, the drink, Surimi and cakes, kept this nosh to a reasonable rating of 6/10.

I washed and changed into the night attire, feet up on the swivel chair – this was because the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, grotty-gungy-beige coloured, c1968, uncomfortable, rickety, ready-for-recycling, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, was not working.

3Wed34It was damaged by my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete, he damaged it, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. The Peripheral neuralgia right leg, looked like the old ankle ulcer might be trying to come back again? I don’t think you can see it in this photo, but I knew it was there, the itching gave it away. Hahaha!

WD 0.40.0 Oh, I meant peripheral neuropathy, not neuralgia, sorry. I don’t think there is anything called that. Or how or why I keep calling it wrongly? I should imagine all the other ailments, mental and physical, have ganged up, to have another laugh at me. Hehehe! 

However, after getting settled, I ate some yoghourt covered cashew nuts, and tried to let my fatigue win, and get some sleep. Amazingly I drifted of within what seemed like a couple of minutes.

WD 0.40.0 I woke a further few minutes later, with a jump! I cannot work out how, but in those few minutes, I’d had a marathon of a dream. Being chased through burning bombed flats, down the stairs from whatever floor I was on, being shot at and things thrown at me by my pursuers dying… No stick needed in this nightmare, I was running like the clappers, I had hair, that was on fire, and clocking in a timekeeping card in a reader, on each floor! But I don’t think I ever got down to the ground floor, at least, I can’t remember. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a nightmare like that. It proved the brain wasn’t completely dead. Hahaha!

Inchcockski – Mon 6 Apr 2020: Dubitastion, demoralisation, upheaval, bewilderment, ambiguity and a quagmire of confusion! And, unwanted thought-storms. Worra day!

April 06

Now he’s gone in hospital – Oh, dearie me!

2020 ttttApr06

Monday 6th April 2020

Filipino: Lunes Ika-6 ng Abril 2020

0000 April 06 Shirley

GM DbrownRWD 40.0.0. 02:50hrs: Grumpily, I stirred into semi-consciousness. And waited for the brain to do its best to catch up. It took a while. Then it was not exactly fully-functioning. Rather in odd bursts of recognition, intermingled with annoying episodes of extreme vagueness; with dips in willpower hidden-away in there somewhere.

As I endeavoured to free my even-more-grossly weighty stomach and torso from the £300, second-hand recliner, it became apparent that the innards were not suffering from any such incapacitating disabilities as the brain was. The turmoil and sudden pains from the borborygmus-churning stomach, sent me to the wet room, in some haste.

WD 40.0.0. I entered, put the stick where I could not trip over it later, dropped the jammie-bottoms, and got seated on the Porcelain Throne. Argh! The agony and effort needed to start things off was a painful surprise. Humph! However, once the movement moved, it was soon all over. But, what a messy evacuation it was! I had to flush twice. As I was cleaning things up ready for the medicalisationing, I spotted that the removed substance had still not been cleared from the WC!

WDP 1Lcb1Mon01WD 40.0.0. I got myself in a mini-pickle then. And made a harrowing mistake. I ended up treating Little Inchies fungal lesion with Daktacort, and I broke off from this, to pour some water from the sink down the bowl to free the obstruction. When I returned to the medicating and used Harold Haemorrhoid’s Hydrocortisone Topical cream on the lesion! Yes, it stung! Equally as painful was cleaning it off and re-applying the Daktacort again! Blasticulisations!

Surely not another frustrating day on the way for me? What a daft question!

WDP 02Rb. 1Mon02WD 40.0.0. No weird mind-talking or messages from my EQ came? I Olive-oiled the ear-holes, rubbed some Phorpain gel in Arthur Itis’s knees, cleaned the spectacles. As and as a final act of insanity, I stubbed my right middle toes on the edge of the door as Neuropathy Nigel gave the leg a little shake. Silent caterwauling and ululations! Haha!

Although with the shaking taking place, this meant the message of the injury did not get to the brain, thanks to Nicodemuses Neurotrammitters failure, which at the time was great. Of course, the word will get through later, when I’m not expecting it. Thus it will feel worse then, and it confuses me more!

I wonder if someone would like to write a book about Peripheral Neuropathy? I could help them with some unknown to the Doctor’s effects, hassles, pains, accidents, facts, fears, and emotions involved? No better not ask, not until the Coronavirus is under control anyway. I’m supposing I’ll live through it, and long enough to co-write the book? Perhaps Lynton Cox might be interested? No, maybe not!

Where was I? Oh, yes, I put some TCP ointment on the toe, and enigmatically, I thought too! I put a tissue with the cream on, around the end of the walking stick, and used that to apply it. Cunning eh?

People don’t understand the struggle for everyday existence some old farts (like wot I am) have to go through. Hehehe!

Got the medications taken, tea made and off to the computer to do the updating. Things had calmed down in the nerve-ends failing department, and getting this updating done was soon finished off. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I went on Pinterest. Then the TFZer Facebooking. Next, the WordPress Reader. Then off to get the ablutions tended to. I had a stand-up wash again, cause I feared not hearing the intercom or door chime with the shower running. I left the door open, so I could listen to if anyone arrived. As if anyone would when I wanted them and was ready for them! Tsk! Amazon should be arriving. I’m waiting for the volunteer from Golden Help to ring. Gawd its frustrating! Made even worse when I checked the intercom, I had four missed calls on it! I am pissed-off again! We’ve told everyone about the buzzer on the intercom from the first day, that is is not loud enough, but do they do owt? Sod all! And we have to suffer the consequences. Phooey and Harrumph! I hope I die of starvation and frustration… No, you fool, that won’t bother them! Tsk! Klutz! If I get another stroke, I shan’t bother recovering. The hassle is just too much!

WDP 4cutAnyroad, I went to get the ablutions done. A decent session overall.

  • A handful of dropsies, nothing serious.
  • Just the one cut shaving, no pain, easily stopped.
  • No more toe stubbings.
  • No walking into anything.
  • Not knocking anything over.

1Mon01I got the medicationalisationing done. The piles (again), phorpained the knees (again), and olive oiled the ear-holes (again). Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding, so I left things well alone.

With a certain amount of trepidation, I began the task of battling the sock-glide, then I chickened out, and put on a pair of short, wide bamboo socks on instead, manually.

WDP 20193bWD 80.0.0aC A shame really, cause I’d been doing so well. I leant against the sink with my back, heaved up the tree-trunk, fluid-filled left leg, reached down, Neuropathic Nigel decided to give me a wobble of the right leg, and over I went. But not straight onto the floor, oh, no, that would be too simple for me! I fell on the bowl of water I’d washed the feet in earlier! It’s not often I want to cry, but this was such an occasion!

I don’t know how long it took me to clean everything up. I launched into a sort of pathetic, sorry-for-myself, and a super-brooding session matured! However, it didn’t last long, I don’t know why, though?

1Mon03WD 40.0.0. I got the room sorted a bit, made a pot of porridge for a late brekkers, and brew of tea, and back onto the computer. But the oatmeal only brought back my concerns about all the things and people who were supposed to be coming last weekend and or today. Naturally, none of them had arrived – unless they did and could not gain access, cause the intercom is not loud enough for me to here! Mind you, I and others can’t the fire alarm either. This sent me down a peg or two in the confidence stakes, and up, several points in the depression department. And, did you notice how much porridge was in the pot? Humph!

I tried to cheer myself up by doing some graphic creations on CorelDraw. It was going reasonably well, too.

Then an Email notification flashed up on the screen. I compared the new Coronavirus figures (Red) with yesterdays.

1Mon04

Over 6000 more total UK cases. 30 more in Nottingham. UK cases from 41,903 Sunday, today 47,806. Oh, dear!

1Mon06aI went and got the veg prepared and in the saucepan on low heat. Only parsnips, onion and mushrooms left now. I put the last two tomatoes in and made some gravy and added it. This way, the last boil-in-the bag onion gravy braised beef can be had later and mixed in together.

It’s getting afternoon now. No contact from the phlebotomy nurse (plenty of time yet, though), Amazon, or by McChrystal’s. The Golden Volunteers have not got in touch yet either. I was hoping they would get me the food parcel and have sorted out how I can pay at the Haydn Road shop, but the poor devils are overrun with orders.

So, after today, I’ll be digging into the freezer and cupboards for food. I’m nowhere near out of food. I will not go further into debt, and abuse the help Jenny has given me. Everything is confusing and frustrating at the moment, but it must be for so many others as well! I’ll try to get an order in again somewhere. Hang on a bit…

Never mind, then.

Ah, going through the Amazon tracking orders, and the landline burst and flashed forward. I hoped it would be the Golden Volunteer about the food parcel, but no, it wasn’t.

1Mon06Even betterer, it was the Vampiress, blood nurse Hristina! (It’s spelt that way in Polish, but sounds as Christina) She will be calling in the morning to take my blood and get my BP up! Hahaha! Now I was boosted in spirits! I cheered enough, to go for a wee-wee, then make a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea, stir the vegetables, and got the saucepan on for the braised beef. 

I had a look outside, to see if the energetic little black dog was out on a walk. He or she wasn’t, but I spotted a chap walking his little black dog.

And then a man and woman walking their three little dogs. I’m afraid they were not keeping to the recommended socialising distance, though.

Naughty Nottinghamians!

Ah, ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ chimed out from the doorbells. I really thought that it was either McChrystal’s or Amazon with some food. But No! It was Josie, returning the dinner accoutrements. She appreciated and enjoyed the meal anyway, and that cheered me up.

Put the trays and things away, and back to try again to do some graphics. The phone came to life again.

Aha! It was a lady from Nottingham City Council, about a food parcel. She told me that DG did a food parcel delivery. I embarrassingly said to her that I had looked at their service on the web, but all the box’s had food that I was not allowed in them. I did not trust myself to buy one, because the temptation to eat what I shouldn’t, like brassica, would possibly be too strong. Then I would be in trouble with the Warfarin levels going all over the place again. I can’t remember everything that was agreed on. But again, someone is going to call me about help with the shopping. I’m flummoxed, cause someone was going to do this today; unless it was the lady who called? She asked a lot of questions, and I had Stuttering Stephanie having a go at me. Humph!

I checked on the Amazon trackers one more time. At least I’ve got tea, Marmite, porridge nuts, and eventually, milk on the way.

7Sun10a

I got the nosh prepped and served. Braised beef with the vegetables and gravy. The wholemeal bread thins I’d taken out of the freezer, had hard edges all around them. Not nice at all, I binned them. Hey-ho! 1Mon22

WD 40.0.0. Bit of slip-up when pouring the gravy from the pouch into the bowl of vegetables, mind! A lot of it ended up on the tray, counter-top, cupboard doors and my jammie-bottoms! By the time I’d got it cleaned up, the meal was barely warm. So I left the other washing up and got down to devour it. It was passable, a rating of 5/10.

I then got the washing up sorted out, and with a tormenting mind, I settled to watch some TV. Anything with subtitles. Can’t even remember what I was staring blankly at, at the Thought-Storms persevered.

Again, it was late by the time I nodded off.

Inchcockski – Sunday 5th April 2020: Deterioration of hopes and faith, with black moods appearing. Huh!

April 05

2020 ttttApr05

Sunday 5th April 2020

Corsican: Dumenica 5 Aprile 2020

0000 April 05 Suzie

GM002WD 80.0.0 03:10hrs: A late awakening (for me), again. My mood was made up of, self-contempt, depression and acute dysphoria. The mind-storms began, just what I didn’t want. They only made me sink further into the dark abyss.

I reluctantly dismounted the rickety recliner, and as the emergency grey wee-wee bucket had not been utilised overnight, I limped off carefully, stick-assisted on my way to the wet room for a wee-wee.

I knew then, not that I didn’t already, that the day was not going to be a good one. As my EQ had also informed me. So this actually helped me in a way, cause if it is to be a hassling day, then there is nothing I can do about it, so the pressure lowered as I got in the room. This didn’t last long!

WD 80.0.0aC I had left the wall heater on overnight!

WD 80.0.0 Not only that, but the hot water tap was dripping in the sink. I’d not turned it off completely, and the hot water was not hot any more! Although full of self-loathing, and more than a little pissed-off with myself, it could have been worse, I thought I handled this with a degree of, what’s the word? Erm… calmness, no that’s not it. Perhaps self-control would be a better adjectival. (I’m not sure that’s right either. Tsk!)

The mind toyed and played away with itself and me while I took the wee-wee. I had plenty of time to peruse ideas, plans, dejections etc., cause the leak turned out to be an MMES (Marathon-Messy-Endless-Sprinkling) one. I cleaned up, Little Inchies fungal lesion needed attention.

7Sun01Washed and exited to the kitchen. Taking a picture as I went through the door, that I thought might come out alright and of interest. (It didn’t! But that was no surprise, to me)

An expectancy of failures and fearfulness began to develop in my mind. But not worryingly. Just a certain knowledge that these things are on the way to visit me. No doubt in my mind at all. (Secretly, I hoped I was wrong!)

I set about updating the Saturday post, but it was slow going, thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters gong down so often. Again this and any other calamity could happen today. I’ll look and sound a right fool if nothing goes wrong, Hahaha!

I took a break and went to take the medications and make a brew. Olive-oiled the ear-holes. I also took an extra pain killer as the toothache seemed to be threatening to kick-off again. The damn ‘Hum’ started getting so load, it pee’d me off!

7Sun02While I was in there, I took another shot of the moon. In fact, I took several, but they all came out terrible and blurred, this is the only half-decent one on the right, I managed to get.

Back to the computer, but I’m afraid that the concentration went. I found myself looking up 7Sun03the latest news on the Nottinghams Coronavirus progress. It was not good. An otherwise healthy eighteen-year-old had died with it.

I wondered if I should now stop making humorous graphics about the virus?

I farted about and struggled to get the Saturday blog finished and sent off. 7Sun04

Then went to make another brew, and get the mushrooms and leeks in the saucepan. It’s amazing how quickly the canned food is disappearing. The balsamic vinegar, hickory and plain salt stocks are dwindling. Still, I have plenty of tea. Haha! I got the sourdough part-baked baguette out…

WD 80.0.0 Tsk! It was well beyond its use-by date! I think I used the one last week, out of sync. Grumble-Soddit & Blast! Idiot!

I went on Pinterest, WordPress Reader and Facebooking. Then returned to the grind of setting up and beginning this post. The fingers lack of-touch sense, was not easing off. Although I had been told this would happen, I still felt a bit miffed about it. The vagueness was coming as well.

About to go and get Josie’s nosh started, and Sister Jane and Pete rang up. A lot went over my head that we spoke about. They seemed concerned about my money situation. We spoke for a good while, but what else about had gone by the time I got to writing this. And no Doctor I can to now. Oh, dear!

7Sun05I got the things out ready for doing the meal.

A few wee-wees were taken during the computing; all of the same variety.

I went on the Amazon site and ordered some IMG_3836Glengettie tea bags and other stuff, got carried away a bit, but I need all I’ve ordered, cause I can’t get out to the shops who sell them, well, not any shop at all!

Then, to the kitchen again, and got the handwashing done. Only a t-shirt and a pair of socks, so it didn’t take lone, I actually enjoyed doing it. I think the struggling with the keyboard with fingers that don’t recognise what they are doing at the time they are doing it, is getting to me now.

I went down a further notch, emotionally.

7Sun07WD 80.0.0 Off to get the ablutions done. And, I really had to laugh for the first time today! When I was disrobing and taking off the alert wristbands;

  • The Warfarin band snapped and it shot up in the air…
  • I didn’t see where it came down and got a smidge befuddled as to where it went…
  • Then felt it drop from my head, down into the glasses I had on!

WDP 20194BHahahaha! I did feel a clot! This is not a photo of the happening, I put the broken band back as near as I could remember it falling down to, to take this photo.

Well, that definitely perk me up a bit! (Confused me at the same time, Haha!)

WD 80.0.0 When I started ablutionisationing session, the dropsies must have been close to a record number today. As I recall, they were; The toothbrush (2) toothpaste (1), Two blade razor (3), four-blade razer (1), Antiseptic bottle (1), Carbolic soap (5), Saccades spray (1), Savlon cream (1), Daktacort cream (3) and Spectacles (2).

On the bright side, there were no toe stubbings, walking into or knocking anything over, and I made sure the taps, shower, and heater were all off! (But this did not stop me going back to check later, Humph!) 

IMG_3837Got Josie’s nosh done. I put the rest of the potatoes in the oven for me to keep warm and have later, then off the deliver the nosh on the wheeled server.

This time, the gal seemed more with it and said she didn’t expect a meal today. (I wish she’d told me earlier, Hahaha!) However, her face lit up and off she went to masticate to her heart’s content.

I returned to the kitchen and a did a bit of washing up, then got on the computer. I was feeling a little easier in myself now. Nicodemus was less bother, so I pressed on with updating this post while things were working properly (Not referring to the brain or memory of course) Humph!

I checked emails to see if Amazon had any time guides for me. I could barely recall ordering all this stuff! I must have meant to, cause I needed everything on the order. It looks like they are all coming on the 14-15th, April, so that’s good, I’ll need teabags and milk by then.

7Sun10a

I was feeling all so pleased with myself, smug almost… 

7Sun11I had a search for the Golden Volunteers suggested Thompson Bros. shop to use for online delivered fodder.

It was in Sherwood, on Haydn Road. But as you can see, orders had been temporarily suspended.

As I mentioned earlier, will owt ever go right for me?

7Sun12WD 80.0.0 Then, I began to smell the aroma of the well-burnt cheesy potatoes, that I’d forgotten about in the oven!

I salvaged what I could of it. Not a total loss, though. I think about a third of it was edible. Tasty, too!

Did the washing up, and down in the recliner, but yet again, Mrpheous was resistant to my needs.

 

 

I’m Determined to destroy Depression!

I’m Determined to destroy Depression!

2Tue08a

I decided, in a dream, I had yesternight,
Depression, I’ll resist, beat and outfight,
I must be strong, determined, not contrite,
I’ll be honest with myself, not like a Blairite,
My approach, will-power, must be definite!
I’ll have courage, like a brave medieval Knight,
And continue to show my vigour and fight,
Although my confidence may be finite,
This misery, I will surely try to expedite,
I must give this depression, no respite,
Ridding myself of this soul-destroying plight,
Who knows if I can, I just possibly might?
Then hopefully, I’ll get some sleep tonight,
And for supper, I can have some toasted Marmite!

Created during an aberrant spell of semi-confidence.

No Brexiteers were harmed during the production of this waffle!

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…

Vir7 200Stop

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.

4Thu10a

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:

5Fri05 

5Fri08

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!