Inchcock – Wednesday 18th September 2019: Had a couple of bits of good luck, today. Honestly!

2019 Sept 18

2019 Sept 18

Wednesday 18th September 2019

Croatian: Srijeda, 18 Rujna 2019. Godine

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This should please Mr Shuttlecock?

WD 0.0.0. 03:55hrs: I woke very late for me. But then, I didn’t get my head down until four hours later than my usual time. Thanks to Tuesday’s hyperbole, dizzies, tumbling over, physiotherapy frustrations, amidst a day of an unusually high rate of; Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, annoyances, infuriations, exasperations, vexations, irascibilities, provocations, torment, inconvenience, bugbears, and pretentious stress! Boy, I’m glad to get rid of that! Hahaha!

After those wild thoughts had come along with many other worries, concerns etcetera as I lay there, I managed to install Inchcock’s usual banal, ‘Thoughtless Amiable Placitudiness’ mode! I did ponder over whether I’d have the time to get to the Doctors to make an appointment to see her about the toppling-over getting a little frequent lately, and call at the chemist in Carrington to get the flu-jab, or at least book it. Then go to Lidl for some fresh tomatoes and potatoes. I hope I can.

But, first things first, I must get the Tuesday blog done, if possible, before the Morrison delivery arrives. So, out of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, recliner, and as usual the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) was utilised, again for a WPTU (Weak-Pathetic-Trickling-Unwilling) wee-wee.

To the kitchen and moved the handwashing onto the airer. Kettle on took the medications and made a brew.

3Wed001WD 0.0.0. Then the Porcelain Throne usage was called for, so, off to the wetroom. The evacuation was a duplicate of both of yesterday’s effort. Massive! But no bleeding at all. I’d like to know where it’s all coming from?

The legs seemed to be thinner, still so pale, and the flipping knees were still painful when moving. In fact, Anne Gyna joined in with Arthur Itis as the chief angst giving ailments of the morning. On the bright side, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry, Back-Pain Brenda, and Duodenal Donald, were all being kind to me. And, up to now, no Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances from the leg! Or Shoulder jerking. The fingers seemed to be sensing everything they make contact with, and only the milk bottle has been dropped… so far! So, things might be going to go better today… I shouldn’t have said that, should I? Humph! Hok a chainik? I had another WPTU wee-wee.

3Wed01cWith determination, I got the post updated, with no bother from the fingers you see! Super! As I was setting up to start on this post, the intercom went – yes, I heard it this morning? Things are going well today!

The chap, decent sort of bloke, put the bags through the door for me. I’d forgotten to give him the used carriers and went to fetch them. When I got back to the door with them, he mentioned that 80% of his customers forget the bags. I took them a couple at a time, into the kitchen, and set about emptying them of produce.

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3Wed01fI’d treated myself to some brown extra-large free-range eggs. Got some black bean sauce on offer for three small pots. Some frankfürters, Polish and German, I thought they might go well with the BBQ rice? I remembered to get some more Senna tablets. And two pots of Sticky Rib Pot Noodles, cause the two of them only cost a quid, on offer.

Accifauxpas GCWD 0.0.0. I intended to put them in there usual spot, on above of the top cupboard… Just at the wrong time, the arm started playing up, as I was gently guiding them into position with the blue grabber-stick… They both fell, as an involuntary Hitler Salute was given! One of them fell into the bowl of water, splashing the kettle and even onto the stove, my trousers and floor! Huh! A bit of drying things up, and I decided to store them behind the samovar on the countertop in the future. Grumph!

I had another WPTU wee-wee. Then got on with starting this blog, up to here. I had to stop, to get the ablutions done, so I would have time to get to the Doctors, Chemist and Lidl.

Back later (All being well, anyway. Hehe!) 

Accifauxpas GCWD 0.0.0. The ablution session was chock-full of dropsies like ne’er before! Almost anything dropable was dropped! The spectacles. The toothbrush (2). The mouthwash bottle. The flannel (4). The razor (2), the shaving foam. The Shower-head. The towel. The socks (5-6 times). The sock-glide. The bag of PPs and body spray can!  And this list is only the ones I can remember! Oh, and the Drain unblocker!

Accifauxpas GCWD 0.0.0. As I was almost ready to leave and get dressed properly, Dizzy Dennis paid a call on me. How I managed to avoid going over, was thanks to the fact that I just cleaned shower stool, and it was used to support by replete, wobbly mass. It took a while before things settled, so I used the seat for a few minutes.  But once they did, all was normal again.  Well, I mean as normal as is possible nowadays. Haha!

I took the black bags, and deposited them down the chute, on the way out, and made my way to the elevators. The boot-marks were highly artistically done, I thought. The second lift was still out of order. It was a laugh really, as the one working elevator, went from the 15th floor, bypassed the twelfth, stopped at the 4th, on down to the ground floor. Up to the 6th floor, 9th and then 10th floor, and back down again to the ground floor! It seemed to be determined not to stop at my 12th floor, Snortle! (I wrote this on back of the reminder notes I taken with me, to prompt me later!) Then, up to the 15th, and finally down to the 12th floor! I had a laugh about the lift farce with a chap in the cage, who said he had been waiting for ages, and the last time the elevator got to his 15th, it went straight down again.

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I got to the bus stop on Chestnut Way. A good-sized ganglet of Windwoodonian tenants were there. Much nattering, moaning, complaining and joking about was enjoyed between us all.

3Wed01JBoarded the bus when it arrived. I just went the two bus stops down Winchester Street hull, or even hill (Tsk!), and started the hobble along Mansfield Road into Sherwood. 

The RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees, got more comfortable as I was limping along. Which they often do. Stopping or sitting for short periods are the worst, like catching a bus and having to get off five or ten minutes later, the agony of getting up again has made me try to avoid sitting down if I can, when out.

3Wed01LAs the mind wandered, the EQ told me that things would not be so bad today? ‘You must be joking’, I silently replied to him! But, he is rarely wrong!

Up the hill, gentle and steady, no rush, I was that late anyway. Hehe! Continuing along Mansfield Road, down into Carrington.

3Wed01mA pug-faced, scared to ride on the road, ignorant, uncaring, smug, shorts-wearing pillock of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist appeared from nowhere and came close to having me over. I turned to take this photograph of the animal. However, I was not as bothered as I usually am by these bully-boys.

As I approached the entrance to the Sherrington Park Medical Practise, I felt a little blasé about the visit, my confidence was low. With all the letting me down over the Warfarin changing and not letting me know, leaving me unsure if I had a blood test due or not, what dosage to take. Telling me my when the next one was, and no nurse turning up, then a Nottingham City Homes lady rang them for me, and found out there is now months to go between blood tests. It made it worse because when I rang them last Monday, and eighteen times, I got different messages, but basically, they all said: ‘All the telephone lines are busy. Please ring back after 11:00hrs’ (and this, even at 16:00hrs!) was disturbing.

When I got in and asked the receptionist for an appointment with the Doctor. She asked me if it was urgent. I explained what the problem was, and I heard a beep from her computer. It seems I am now graded as HR (Whatever that is?), with a flashing red light on top of my page. The lady didn’t seem to mind me sneaking a look at the screen. Hehehe! I am now graded as To be offered the first appointment available in the event of me having an urgent problem? At least I think that is what was explained to me. Something close to, anyway.

GC June 14eShe then said… wait for this… “The Doctor can see you in ten minutes!” Blimey! I felt all guilty for my earlier denunciatory thoughts! I thanked her and took a seat in the waiting area. I searched in the three-wheel trolley’s broken, ripped, torn, and the hanging loosely fitted bag, for the crossword book. But it was not there.

3Wed04Dr Vindla came to fetch me into her room. I explained all about the falls, means, times etc. and what I was doing when I went over. She asked various questions of me, said she was going to refer me to the ‘Geriatric Falls Team’. And she got on the phone and did so straight away. I looked them up in the morning. I mentioned the ankle ulcer might be coming up again, and she had a quick look. No, it was another one of the numerous Clopidogrel rashes coming 3Wed01Nthrough, where the ulcer was. Nowt to worry about. The knees were playing up when I came to leave. I thanked her and departed, handing some nibbles to the receptionist on my way out.

I made my down to the Carrington Pharmacy. Where I inquired about booking for a flu jab. I was told if I’d like to wait, it can be done today. So I did. I wandered around the shelves nosing at things, and Deepak, the owner, came over, almost insisting that I sit in one of the chairs to wait. I explained about being better of moving, and why, and he reluctantly agreed. Then, Kiran came over to invite me into the treatment room to have the flu jab.

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She was kind and explanatory in what was going to happen and concerned about me being on Warfarin. Also, as she noticed how unsteady I was on my feet, I explained that this was due more to the Rheumatoid Arthritis than anything. But she called a chap in to watch me as she did the injection, just in case. She explained it was going to hurt. When I told her I felt nothing at all, she looked taken aback a little. I explained the Peripheral neuralgia and Axonotmesis nerves dying off, was probably why there was no pain felt. I thanked her for the pleasantly, caringly done, fine service! Thank you, Deepak and Kiran! ♥

3Wed10I poddled down to the Lidl shop.

The depressed hassled, irritated, perturbed, and irked looking staff caught my eye, Gawd, they must hate the job! I bought some Blush Tomatoes, roasted hazelnuts and a bag of Demerara sugar. Paid at the self serve tills, under the watchful eye of a severely glum, hang-dog looking, obviously well-pissed-off young assistant.

3Wed01pAt the bus stop outside, I caught a bus into Sherwood. With the knees stiffening on the short ride, a complete stranger asked me if I needed a hand to get off of the bus. I declined but thanked him for his kind offer. As I stood on the pavement after getting off, I thought to myself; ‘Do I really look that poorly and dilapidated? Getting old can be a shock, you know! Hehehe!

I momentarily considered walking back up Winchester Street hill. I soon realised that was a bêtise, and made my up the road towards the bus stop. There was plenty of time before the bus was due, so I nipped into the Ozan Store for a wander around. I found some smaller jars of pickled mushroom, a lot dearer than the larger ones, but I can’t open them, even using the fancy tool. So, I bought one. Paid and slowly ambled up to the bus stop.

I had a ‘Thoughts Storm’ en route. In the photo above, there has been four Barber Shops open recently? Why? Two closed down last year! How can they expect to make them pay? I passed the corner where a 78-year-old was murdered two years ago. The knees are worse than ever now! Reflux Roger is too, I’ve never had so much hassle and pain from him! The involuntary belching started, and boy was it loud, and every one stung summat rotten! It worried me a bit, this did. Worst of all, I’d forgot to mention it to the Dr Vindla! Despairing-Mode-Adopted! Which should not have, not with the good luck I’ve had seeing the Doctor so quickly, getting the Flu Jab done… Poor old twit!

3Wed01TWaiting for the bus, I decided to have two of the extra strong eggs, no, I mean extra-large ones. I planned the nosh and kept to it as well. Pickled mushrooms, gherkins, beetroot, and tomatoes. Butter some milk roll bread, and make sarnies as I work my way through the feast. I got back to the flats, no residents out and about on the bus or grounds.

And prepared the meal as I had blueprinted in my mind earlier. Oregano and salt on the eggs, sliced with the Poundland shop slicer. It was not very good, but still. I would have put some black pepper on as well, but the ‘Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum, illusion, 3Wed01Qdelusion, & hallucination’, made sure I could not find the pot! Tsk!

Accifauxpas GCWD 0.0.0.When I got the bread opened, the Warburton’s Milk Roll, I found that they had given me what looked like some engine or machine oil for gratis, on the crust! So, anyone who buys this bread should be aware! It’s happened to me before.

However, I did enjoy it, until Reflux Roger started playing up, leaving a bitter sour taste in the throat and chest. Before the acid reflux started, I’d give this meal a Flavour Rating of 7.5/10. After the reflux bother, 2/10, if that!

I got the washing up done. Took the medications, and got the handwashing done. I did manage to get the camera in time though, to take a couple of bubbles, before they disappeared! Hehehe!

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I settled in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner.

Reflux Roger kept me from nodding off for a long time. Breathing with gasps and intake of breath, mini-coughs, then belches that may have woke up someone three floors away!

TTFNski.

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

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2019 Sept 11

Saturday 14th September 2019

Afrikaans: Saterdag 14 September 2019

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love it here!

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

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2019 Sept 13

Thursday 12th September 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 13eg Medi 2019

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sky was looking less threatening, now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got the handwashing done and hung.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2019 Sept 09

2019 Sept 09

Monday, September 9th 2019

Icelandic: Mánudaginn 9 September 2019

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

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

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

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

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

WD 150.0.0 I started to do the blog updating…

Virgin 128.0.0

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

Virg 150.0.0

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then went up in the dedicated rooftop lift.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At times, life can get so annoying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could have cried with frustration!

 

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

2019 Sept 06

2019 Sept 06

Friday 6th September 2019

Scottish Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 6 Sultain 2019

5Fri01

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I set about updating this blog, up to here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inchcocksi. Thursday 5th September 2019: Indoors, solitary day, that ended badly.

2019 Sept 04

2019 Sept 07

Thursday 5th September 2019

Croatian: Četvrtak, 6. Rujna 2019. godine

4Thu03
Judging by the spelling of realise as realize, it must be a USA inspired idea?

01:30hrs: I woke up, and had a feel around at the ailments to see what’s what. Only Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were of any real bother. The hands, fingers, arm, leg and shoulder all seemed to be in a none-playing-up mood. Haha!

The need for a wee-wee developed, and I discovered I had not brought the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) into the recliner room! So, obviously I must not have needed it during the night, a rare occurrence that.

WD 150.0.0 So, I lumbered my volumingargantuan stomached body from Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, recliner. I surprisingly comfortably hobbled to the kitchen to utilise the bucket… and found it half-filled! (I don’t know!) The following ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) mode of wee-wee, almost caught me out with its ferocity! It actually wore me out by the time it had finished flowing! Tsk!

I took the medications. The handwashing was moved onto the warm-airer. As I turned on the computer, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room I poddled.  And what an improved evacuation this one was. Slightly messy, no pain or bleeding whatsoever, exceptional, first-rate! I washed up, and returned to the computer, determined to get the updating done early. As I began… WD 150.0.0!

Virg 150.0.0

Well, who’d’ve to thunk it! Virgin Media was going down. Still mustn’t complain, it’s not lost its signal since yesterday!  That wealth-seeking overpaid Mr Fries, the Gillie-wet-foot and liar, needs talking to about the reputation, dishonour, disrepute, and disgrace that the hated Virgin Media is being credited with here in Nottingham! Or maybe not, he still gets paid millions of dollars, bonuses and expenses, despite his failure to provide any internet service, beyond crap and pathetic! Bothered? Me?

I tried resetting, no luck. So, I took the opportunity to make another brew, check the washing and have another session on the Porcelain Throne.

WD 150.0.0 Oh, what a heck of a change this time! Messy in the extreme, bleeding from the haemorrhoids and about as painful as is possible. Grumph! 

WD 150.0.0 And, to follow, a wee-wee that needs a new acronym! An AUMSOBO (An-Uncomfortable-Marathon-Session-Of-Blasting-Out) wee-wee!

WD 150.0.0 And then, I found that Little Inchies fungal-lesion was bleeding too! By the time I got things cleaned up, medicated and myself back to the computer, I reckon about half-an-hour had gone by! Argh!

 My concentration was shot, but the internet had come back online at least! I gave it a few minutes thought and went to make a brew, to try and unwind a bit.

I decided to take two pictures of roughly the same spot on the kitchen window’s wide thick and view & light blocking frame.

WD 150.0.0 I did try with both the Canon and Nikon, to take a panoramic (I think that is what the ‘P’ setting is for) shot, but the hands and fingers were starting to kick off, and I failed on several occasions. Not that it bothered me too much, its the RAT (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) in both knees and one elbow, that’s the worst thing this morning.

Still, a change is as good as a rest, some idiot said. The ever-changing wee-wees and rear-end evacuations make for an exciting everyday guessing-game pleasure. Hahaha! 

The photo on the left was done on the Canon, and the right one, with the Nikon, both on the ‘P’ setting.

4Thu02

At long last, I got on with the updating of the Wednesday blog. It took far too long, with the fingers losing senses to though. There were some poorly-taken photographs that needed to be tweaked before I could use them. A couple, I couldn’t improve on though, so they went in as they were. A touch of a disappointment that. But still, I got it finished in the end. Weariness-Mode-Adopted!

I did find the one I took of Tim Price’s building to be of interest. I compare it here, with how it looked many years ago, on the photo I took from the web. It looks like he’s rebuilt it now, with some of his artwork on the exterior wall? Hehe!

4Thu05

I wondered if the van far right up the Stoney Street. Surely not, after all the years between the taking of the photographs that have past?

An office at the end on the left up Stoney Street, on the corner of Plumtre Street, is where I had my qualifying tests for a job at UPS, for their first site in England. This is where they declared me to have the highest ever level of EQ, they had had, anywhere in the world. Which I didn’t know how to react to until I got home and looked up what EQ was. Hehe! I didn’t pass the test, though or get a proper interview! I recall on the print out afterwards, they recommended my most suitable job to apply for, would be as a Police Officer! Nobody noticed at the time, the minimum height for applicants was six-foot, or, that I was 5’3″ tall! Ah, happy memories were stirred.

I got into the idea of time-lapse photos and had search for any similar ones in my Winwood Heights album. I came up with these. Yesterday, and a year and a month ago.

4Thu001

I made up an Ocado order. Not that I needed anything, but no one else sells the delicious brown tomatoes, or the Glengettie Gold teabags or the soft pickled beetroots in balsamic vinegar, so I ordered a couple of each in the process. 

Sister Jane rang, and we had a good natter. She told me not to order anything else online.

A sad Dizzy Dennis visit and I seem to have lost hours. No idea what I was up to, but must have fallen asleep, because I woke up in the recliner, around 19:00hrs, confused and feeling light-headed. 

Had a wee-wee, and struggled to keep upright while taking it. I got seated, and soon nodded-off again.

Then, I slept for a further 6.5hrs!

Cheers!

Inchcock Today. Wednesday 4th September 2019: Obliviousness reigned. Tsk!

2019 Sept 05

2019 Sept 05

2Use

Wednesday 4th September 2019

Lithuanian: 2019 m. Rugsėjo 4 d., Ketvirtadienis

WD Indigo 00:25hrs: I woke, with some of my joints, bones, tendons, etc. not hurting. (There must have one somewhere on my overgrown hulk of body mass, not in agony, surely? Haha!) The moment I tried to move, Arthur Itis let me know, in no uncertain terms, of his reluctance to move without causing me more than flesh and blood can stand, excruciating torture!  I applied a generous dose of the Phor-Pan gel, thought of getting up but fell asleep again. Unwonted, in the extreme for me!

01:00hrs: I stirred again, this time in need of a wee-wee. I disentangle my abundant-body from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting while I was in hospital, fitting new CCTC cameras, and searching for my valuables (I’ve not got them back yet!), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. This caused much uncomfortableness and agony! I was astounded to find the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) had not been used, in fact, it was still in the kitchen! Where I went to do my duty. The wee-wee was of the SSAOW (Short-Sharp-All-Over-With) variety.  

WD Indigo Ac The handwashing hanging up to dry was no longer hanging up! It had fallen into the water-filled bowl beneath! I cursed silently and got it rang put again, and re-hung. But I mustn’t kvetch. Not after the last two days worth of utter depressionalisationing, Whoopsidangleplops. Accifauxpas and failures, this is nothing! Humph!

Gawd, the legs and back ain’t half bad this morning, as is to be expected, but not wallowed-over. Haha!

Off to the Porcelain Throne. This evacuation was so different again to yesterdays. A right messy affair! Got things cleaned up, and had a stand-up wash. Too early to use the noisy shower, and had to be done, before the Morrison food delivery arrives twixt 06:00 – 07:00 hours.

The aches and pains were not easing off at all yet. Ablutions tended to. Results: Dropsies 5, Sock Glide 0-1, and one stubbed toe. Hehe! Medications were taken.

3Wed001On to the balcony to take a shot through the glass, of the morning weather.

Then I got onto updating the Tuesday post. Which took me three hours or so. In between, the Morrison delivery arrived. I’d got some cans of Triple Coffee that were on offer, to treat the Wardens, they were delivered cooled, so I put them in the fridge. Put the rest of the fodder away, and took the black bags to the chute.

Made a start on this blog. Got things ready to go out. Put the treats fro, fridge to the trolley bag. Then double-checked, lights, cooker, taps (faucets), heaters, etc. and set out, taking the yellow bag of recyclables with me, dropped it off at the caretaker’s door.

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Then back in and along the link-corridor to Winwood Court. Checking the door out to the new sitting area outside. It is still not been repaired. I’m losing interest in sitting outside as winter approaches. Tsk! I don’t even know if the Emergency door release would work in the event of a fire alarm activation. At least there is a fire alarm button that we can press before they find our charred dismembered bodies.

I got to the Obersturmfuhreresses and Catwalk Model wardens holding cell and interrogation room and handed the treats and nibbles out.  Then walked out to the bus stop. A few tenants already there and a chinwag developed.

WD Indigo Then when I was struggling to ear-wag, I realised that I had not got my hearing aids in. So, back to the flat, and could not find them at first! By the time I discovered where I’d left them, in the hallway radiator and got back to the bus stop, the bus was City Bound bus was arriving. Phew, lucky there!

3Wed001bMary had bought herself a new three-wheeled trolley from Argos. She’d bought some clips that she can hang a brolly and so forth on. A good looking one, with a bag and wire carrier as well, it cost her £59. Big wheels, which looked nice and stable. She nattered while we were en route, and in town, we both went into the Poundland Store, for her to show me where the handy looking lever-hooks were to be got from. But they had not any in stock today. Mary insisted that I have two of her’s, she would not allow me to refuse. Bless her. I bought two bags of Sherbert Saucers.

We left and parted company. I hobbled to the Tim Price Building on Woolpack Lane in Nottingham, that I found an old photo of on the web, to see how it looked now.

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All changed in today’s view. Tim has been busy! Haha! 

3Wed01JWith an aching body and painful knees, I had an amble to Huntington Street, to call in the Aldi store.

On Glasshouse Street, all the old closed down for thirty-odd years shops were being demolished, at last. Apparently, they are to build even more students accommodation flats! 

The current 23,000 Council provided ones, seemingly, are not enough.

After an aching limp aroundAldi, I came out with more than I needed… again: 3 packets of sliced Smoked Brunswick ham, Sourdough Baguettes, Smoked streaky bacon, Dutch Vine tomatoes, Cooked pork loin slices, Worcester apples, Chicken drumsticks, and a dry room Spray. Paid for the things, during which …

WD Indigo The leg did a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and the hand started to lose all contact sense. Hence, most of the fodder was being put in the bag, via a trip to the floor!

The girl on the checkout came out and put the things in the bags for me. While tutting and eyes-to-the-skies customers behind me got a little irritable. I felt such a fool! I thanked her and paid. Then went to the wall near the door and waited for ten minutes or so until everything neuralgia-wise had calmed down. Hoping that Arthur Itis might join in the easing-off stakes too.

3Wed01eWD Indigo There were even more closed down, for rent retail premises. As I meandered painfully around the streets, taking a convoluted, all over the place hobble, eventually arriving at the Victoria Centre shopping centre (mall). I went to the Tesco store. I haven’t been there for many a month, but my EQ told me I had not missed anything, a right dump of a shop!

3Wed01fI got some Leicester grated cheese for the cheesy potatoes of Josie and me on Sunday, and a jar of beetroot and gherkins Which were so leathery and bland, even I considered returning them with a complaint.

WD Indigo But I recall the first time I returned anything was to the Carlton Road Tesco store. A pork pie I had bought had bits of what looked like J-clothes in it. The haughty customer Service lady said there was nothing they could do without my having the receipt! And walked off, leaving the pork pie on her counter! The second time, when I moved into the flat here, I ordered a wall clock, which was delivered broken! I got Pete to call them and inform them about things, and I never heard anything from them, let alone a mention of any refund! This coming to mind, I shall not go in the flea-pit again!

3Wed01LWD Indigo As I left the mall, onto Milton Street, a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist nearly clouted me as he shot by… then pulled up in the middle of his weaving through the pedestrians… to answer his mobile phone! Making people have to walk around him on the pavement! I boiled inside at the ignorance and uncaring attitude of these young cyclists, this one in particular. But I shall not call him names. Even if he is an ill-bred, bully-boy, scared of riding on the road, the prat-pants wearing to show off his tattoos, scoundrel of a moronic, arrogant, imbecilic, antisocial son-of-a-grunt!

I made my way to the bus stop and caught the L9. Mary got on the bus at the next stop and nattered away en route. I was well-drained, but the aches and pains, apart from Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, were more manageable. I told Mary of the sourdough baguettes and gave her one when she showed an interest.

3Wed01NWe had a moan and laugh as we walked through the link-passage. We tested the door opening on the exit door to the alfresco seating.

WD Indigo Of course, it was not repaired or working yet. But, one day, it might get done. I just hope I’ll not be too old to use it by then! Mind you, in a month or so, the weather will turn too cold for me to sit outside, anyway!

Mary got off the lift on her first floor, farewells exchanged, and back to the flat, I went. I actually felt worse after I’d got inside, suddenly so drained, and so early in the day again?

A wee-wee (they have been few and far between today?), took the medications and stripped-off and got the handwashing done, hung to dry.

3Wed01mThen started the meal. A cold imitation salad of sorts. Chicken thigh, sliced Worcester apple (Very tangy!), rice & corn pats, gherkins (the Tesco ones, that were horrible to the palate), cooked beetroot, and Milk Roll buttered tomato sarnies. A mini-bottle of orange juice added.

WD Indigo As I was serving it up, I remembered I had not got what I went to town to get in the first place, a tomato slicer! What a nitwit and klutz, I truly am! Some folk might say, idiot, fool, do-do, lamebrain, wazzock, gobdaw, dunce, or a cretin. But they’d all be right!

I washed the pots and had a rinse, and settled into the The Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I  was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated recliner. I turned on the TV, and amazingly stayed awake to watch nearly a full Rumpole of the Baily episode, but missed the ending. Woke later, and the A-Team was on… fell asleep again. Woke later, Interceptors were on the box.

Zzzz!

Inchcocksi. Tuesday 3rd September 2019

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2019 Sept 04

Tuesday 3rd September 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 3ydd Medi 2019

2Tue05

04:30: Woke up, panicking about getting things sorted for the first After-Stroke Session. My waking so late, mind you I needed the sleep, means I have to rush about a bit, so as to get things ready in time for my early departure.

I extracted my lumberingly obese bellied body from the Brother-in-Law damaged while he was flat-sitting, fitting new CCTC cameras, and searching for my valuables, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. With ease, the mind being on the upcoming time-consuming, difficult to get to 09:30hrs start, After-Strokephysio Appointment.

2Tue01The sky from the kitchen window looked almost ominous of a storm brewing. No tea brewing, no handwash sorting, time was of the essence this morning.

WD 50.100.200. I carefully took the medications, and the summoning call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. And boy what a change in style this session turned out to be! It looked like chilli-con-carnie! The blood flowed, and medicationalising and cleaning took a while. As I dismounted the Throne, blood was trickling down from the PPs onto the thighs. Oh, dearie me! The damned Little Inchy, was also pouring blood! The fungal lesion had opened up again. First time for many a month. This meant more time lost, in having to treat it and stop the flow. Humph!

2Tue04Cleaned and medicated things, the pins were looking alright. They seemed a bit more colour in them, and they were skinnier in appearance, I think.

I got on with updating yesterdays post. Luckily the fingers, leg and arm, were being kind to me, although the jerking shoulder was in good form. I hope it eases off for the meeting; other patients will think they have a mad-man in their midst! Hehe!

2Tue03I got the post all done and sent off.

The sky was looking better as time went on.

I had to get a move on now and do the ablutions, to make sure I would be in time to take a walk into town for the appointment. This will mean a hobble up the steepest hill for miles around, up and over Woodborough Road, and all the way down Wells Road and St Anns Well road into the City. I must make sure I take the camera with me.

2Tue0607:00hrs: I’ll be back later to update things, but when, I’m not sure. TTFNski

As I got the items needed in the pockets and three-wheeler guide, the sun came out, and so did a little pride, in my getting things sorted, and I was in a calmish frame of mind, although still apprehensive and anxious of what lay ahead.

Here is a map I made, of the marathon-hobble, that as you will read further on, turned into a most painful, rushed and frustrating trip, when I got the timing all wrong! Oy Vey!

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2Tue09I took the black bags to the waste chute, then got in the elevator. It smelt of cigarette smoke, with a lingering aroma of stale ale. Hehe! Someone been on a night out? I’m not jealous, of course!

A bit of mess on the floor. Poor old caretaker’s.

2Tue10I made my way through the new linking-passage into Winwood Court. The brand-new unused yet, door mechanism out to the benches, was still not working.

I exited through the Winwood Court doors, into the sunshine and wind.

2Tue10aAs I passed the top of Winchester Street, I noticed the rusty white Mercedes van, that the garage man told Jenny, was owned by one of the Winwood Heights tenants, had responded to Jenny’s request, and was now parking on the opposite side of the road.  So, now I do not have to walk on the roadway to get the three-wheeler through when going into Sherwood. Thank you, Jenny ♥

2Tue11I struggled to get up the hill on Mapperley Rise. (A continuation of Winchester Street hill, the steepest part of it). The sun was intense and in my face. 

A little after taking this photo, Oberstgruppenführeress and Pole Dancer, Warden Julie came down the hill, on her way to work. We had a little natter.

Up on Woodborough Road, I had to walk a reasonable distance along Plains Road, to use the central refuge, to get across the highway through the heavy traffic. Then back to Well Road, and down the hill.

2Tue12 I was ambling along, in a semi-contented, partly-absent-minded dream world, and I thought I heard the Little Johns dongs. This made me look at my bargain, charity shop bought for £2 wristwatch. (The one with the £10 trap and new £11 battery, Haha!)

WD 50.100.200. I realised that I had made a cock-up in my assessment of the time that the hobble would take. And had to spur myself on, as fast as I could. And it was not easy, in fact, the heart started pumping, Anne Gyna kicked-off, and the breathing was so painful. But, I did not want to be late. I pushed myself to my uncomfortable limits. The rest of the walk is almost a blur!

WD 50.100.200. I had minutes to spare to be on time when I arrived at Chaucer Street, and I went in the wrong gates! So I had to come out again and around the corner. I arrived with two minutes to spare! But I was a bit proud of making it on time! If I walk there again, I must allow myself at least two-hours, the one-and-a-half I gave myself today, is just not enough!

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WD 50.100.200. There were only about six patients in there. Two Stoke team ladies. One who came to the flat for physio when I first came out. Over the next half-an-hour, many others dribbled in, and no one seemed bothered that they were so late. This wrangled me a touch, after all my uncomfortable efforts to get there on time. They all came in vehicles or were given a lift in by family or friends. I was wringing in sweat, and in a dilapidated state, to start with! Hehehe!

WD 50.100.200. The session began with a lecture that I didn’t hear a word of. So when the others laughed, I did! The whiteboard had been written in pink highlight pen, so I couldn’t read it.

A series of exercises were completed, and Arthur Itis was not happy and caused me much discomfiture and pain. The promised, we will take into consideration individuals abilities,  changed to ‘Come on, get those knees up further!’ ‘Come on. you can do better than that!’, and ‘Huh!’ Some movement I could not do fully because of the CIDP affected hands and the right arm having lost their strength and jumping about. This prompted further disgust. Oh, dear!

A relaxation tape was played. Again, that I didn’t hear a word of. So I did a bit of self-meditation. A game of bowls was played? We sat around a table to have a talk, biscuits and a cup of coffee or tea. I did not join in with the nibbling or drinking. The brew looked like milk and water! Then went around the table for anyone wishing to, to have a little talk about what happened when they had their last stroke. I listened interestedly, and no one told of themselves losing all their bodily function like I did? I wee’d, passed from the rear passage, spewed-up, lost tears (cried), and the nose ran. Maybe, they didn’t want to mention it, or was I the only one who suffered this?

A young Asian lady told of her hobby of travelling the world. A tall, younger than I, well turned out, wealthy-looking. The well-spoken bloke said of his tour of the Americas, one-year tour Asia, his European escapades, and his New Zealand, Australasian holiday. I didn’t like him! Haha! One younger lady was from Ghana, and spoke no English! A Scottish lady was all calm, wealthy and had a family that cared for her so well.

Lots of other things took place, but I can’t remember what now. As we left, I bade farewell to everyone. Only the tall, younger than I, well turned out, wealthy-looking, well-spoken bloke, who told of his tour of the Americas, one year tour Asia, his European 2Tue13escapades, and his New Zealand, Australasian holiday and a lady responded. A line of cars was outside to pick many of the patients up, others went to the car park, one lady to her giant Mercedes. I wobbled off into town with my trustless three-wheeled Guide trolley. I had to smile!

2Tue14Despite everything, I seemed to enjoy the session? Am I a Sadisism-Sufferer? Or, should that be a masochist?

I limped along Goldsmith Street, and by the tram stop. Interesting how the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, chooses to also use the dedicated tram lines?

2Tue15I hobbled down Market Street, where this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was merrily plodding up the hill, and in the Slab Square.

The sun was shining, the warm wind persists.

The Nottingham Citizens for once, all seemed to be on drugs or something, as many a smile and argument were seen as I made my way through 2Tue16the square on my way to the Poundland shop on Wheeler Gate.

The knees were in a right state already, the feet stinging, and I was walking as slow as I have ever had to before. Ah, well!

I had a good nosey around the Poundland store. Arriving at the self-serve counter with too much stuff to fit in the pathetic bag on the three-wheeled trolly. So had to use the spare carrier, and both got well filled up! I came out with: A tin of stewed steak in gravy, Two x4 packs of salt & vinegar Snack-a-Jacks (Rice & Sweetcorn snacks). A Pork Farms pork pie, Six packets of Flying Saucers (Sherbert sweeties), 1×6 mini pork crackling Cadbury’s Twirls, Jacobs mini-cheddars and mini-Fudges (all for the nibble bag), Citrus Air bottle, Cheeslets, smoked almonds and Honey roasted cashew nuts (for me!), and a Dettol lavender antiseptic disinfectant. I paid up and back through the Slab Square to the bus stop on Queen Street.

2Tue17I was really in pain then, with the knees and feet. I took a picture of the Debenhams, that used to be Griffith & Spalding, because we are likely to see this closing soon, too! Reading of the troubles and decline of yet another big name store is so sad.

I later read: Debenhams store in Nottingham bought by London investor for £26m. The retailer pays £1.5m a year in rent for the four-storey building. Investment manager Jack McCarron said: His firm was attracted to the city because it believes in Nottingham as a “shopping destination” – ‘What!’

I caught the L9 bus, sitting in the side-saddle seats was grossly painful with the knees were so bad. Shirley (I think that’s her name) from the flats got on en route. A lovely lady, from Woodthorpe Court. As we got off the bus, we both walked back through Winchester and Winwood Courts new passageway. I really enjoyed the chinwag we had. I tried the door out to the outside sitting area, en route, it’s still not been put right or mended. I bet they didn’t put this fact in the time-capsule they buried. Hahaha!

2Tue18I bade Shirley a farewell with a smile, got out of the lift and into the flat.

I stripped off and rubbed some pain-gel into the knees! The big toenail looks like it is going black?

2Tue19Took the medications, and got the meal prepared. I was too tired and worn out to make anything from scratch. So I got a large can of chilli-con-carni, added some brewed malt vinegar, and stirred it all the time almost, to stop it burning the new saucepan again this time. Tsk!

The last of the Milk Roll bread and a lemon cheesecake to follow. I very nearly ate all of it. But weariness was dawning. The bread was a bit stale, and the lemon dessert was far too sweet. A taste-rating of 5/10.

As I washed up the pots and cleaned the soaking saucepan, I decided that as tired as I was, the handwashing still had to be done. So, I got it washed and hung to dry.

I must find time tomorrow, to ask Forum Fashion Model and Scharfhreress Warden Deana, if she can call the surgery for me. I don’t expect her to get through, and anticipate I’ll have to walk to the Doctors, to talk to them. I suppose it will all get complicated again, over have they booked a phlebotomy nurse or not, why it now three weeks since my last test… The mind is so puzzled or puddled if you like. As for the Flu jab booking, if I can’t get my INR Warfarin test booked, what chance a flu jab booking! I’ll go to the Chemist to have that done!

I got down in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, fitting new CCTC cameras, and searching for my valuables, £300, second-hand recliner.

The toes were going warped on the right foot, cramps were affecting the left leg and foot. The toenails were in desperate need of cutting. Tsk!

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I checked the Google calendar in the morning, to see when the appointment is booked for. Next Wednesday at 13:50hrs.

Despite arthritis and cramp pains persisting, it didn’t take too long for me to nod-off. Zzz!

Inchcockski – Thurs 29 Aug 19: Nottingham City Centre – photographs

2019 Aug 29

2019 Aug 29

Thursday 29th August 2019

Latin: August 29th Iovis MMXIX

On this day in the year 29, John the Baptist was beheaded
Lee Marvin, too departed, in 1987. Similar chaps, in outlook?

03:30hrs: I woke, and almost immediately freed my horrendously sort-flabby body from the Brother-in-Law damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, grottily beige-coloured recliner. To the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), for an unusual and an extremely inconceivable rare type of wee-wee. It was of the CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) mode. It caused a bit of unexpected splashing-back, that need cleaning up!

WD 0.40.0. And by-gum, it was cold this morning! I got the slippers on and the dressing gown, and took myself off to the wet room to clean the bucket and myself and wash the areas of my body affected by the slash-back! Did the handwashing, took the medications, and back to the Porcelain Throne. Things are getting ‘Solid’ again!

Back again to the kitchen, to take some photographs, both from the same place. I must check what the ‘P’ mode is for.

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4Thu03WD 0.50.0 Took a shot of the pins, to show the new, papsules, bruise or whatever it is, above the right knee. It looks almost bespeckled to me. Hehe!

In fact, I tried to wipe it off at first, when I saw it. Another one-day unexplained, mystery wonder, I suppose, but I’ll find out later. When I do the ablutions.

Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were playing me up a tad. Not had any bother from Hilda for such a long time, as well.

Made a brew, and got on with updating the Wednesday blog. After an hour or so, back to the Throne. Now, things are getting even harderer and more painful to pass, again. Tsk!

4Thu04To the kettle, and made another brew.

The sky looked very picturesque, with the mist cleared and the clouds on the horizon, looking grey and two-toned.

As I got back to finishing the post, the fingertips were not too bad at all, electric-shock and jumping wise. I might be sorry I said this! Cause things can change in the blink of an eye! I might be sorry I said this!

I got the thing done and posted off, in a decent time today. Checking on the blog, and somehow, I lost tons of paragraphs? I had to try and remember what I’d written, and got in a right mix-up over it. Made worse when Dizzy Dennis visited me. I just hope it comes out alright. With no chunks missing and still makes sense. Got it redone, but I’m wasn’t too confident I’d got it right. Posted it off.

Ablutions sorted out next. All went well, apart from the usual sock-glide contest come battle; Glide 2 – Inchy 0. Haha! Took the bags to the waste chute.

Dressed and out to catch the bus to town. Walked through the passageway to the Winwood Court foyer. The door out to the benches are not working yet. The weather will be too bad to sit-out in soon.

A big gang of Winwoodonians at the bus stop. I enjoyed listening to the carping, laughing and comments. Caught the L9 to the City, and had a natter with Mary en route.

4Thu05WD 0.50.0 The street sleeper, outside the Poundland Shop, had some new trainers and pushchair. His life with him, in the new bags surrounding him?

I went in the shop with Mary and had a podder around and natter on the way. Mary caught the Arnold bus, and I wandered to the Poundstretcher shop on a hunt for bargains. I came out with a bag of marshmallows at 79p and a  packet of five Twisters for 95p. But an unfortunate selection of foods on sale.

4Thu08FWD 0.50.0 Then made my way up through Trinity Square. Where, sadly, there were many newly abandoned retail shops scattered about. The row of cafes, restaurants, chip shops, Indian, Jamaican and so many more eat-ins and outs, had only three people that I could see, in the hundreds of al fresco 4Thu06chairs. A sign of the times. There was something on the TV about this failing, last night.

I hobbled to the Slab Square, to cut over to the Wheeler Gate Poundland shop, in search of Pork Farm pork pie and other bargains.

4Thu07The Slab Square, and a right-tatty, unkempt mess it looked. But it had a good few Nottinghamian’s lounging about, was passed by, and I had a walk down to St Peter’s Gate Church. There were few people about this morning. Even Exchange Walk was sparsely being used, a low footfall, I think they now call it!

On my little hobble, there were so many closed shops, The lost dreams, of people! It depressed me a little, seeing so many of them. The closed Fat Cat: Prime Bar/Restaurant To Let Fully fitted bar/restaurant Currently trading – licensed until 3 am Total Accommodation 7,368 sq ft External seating area. New 15 year lease Rent £137,500 per annum! 

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4Thu08Back up Wheeler Gate and into the Poundland store. I had a long hobble about inside, and came out with; Twiglets, drain unblocker x2, biscuits for the nibble bag, can of stag chilli and chips, BLT sandwich, a Pork Farms pork pie, honey roast almonds, birdseed, and chocolate pretzels (for Jane). 

4Thu07aI Paid the bill at the self-serve checkouts, and went to the Slab Square. The overfull trolley-basket guide, with the full carrier bag hanging on the handle, was a little hard to control.

A few more Nottinghamian’s were out and about now. Not that they appeared to be enjoying themselves, in the depressing mishmash of the temporary restaurant, rides, stalls, beggars and pickpockets. Haha!

4Thu06It was rather sad in a way, the last City Centre photograph was taken, on Long Row as I made my way to the bus stop to go home, and rest my Arthur Itis ridden knees. But having a little walk does them good, really.

There was just the one little girl on this ride. I thought I’d caught her tonic-providing smiling face in the snap, but no, I missed her. Tsk!

I was the sole person to get on the L9 bus at this terminus. But it soon filled up, and a few of the Winwoodonians got on en route. I was trying to do the crossword book. Margaret helped me out with her internet gadget, and got me going on the puzzle again! Thank’s Margie!

Back at the flats, I got off the bus last, so as not to get in the way of the others, with the filled-up three-wheeler walker, and bag.

I walked to the Winwood Court entrance and walked through into the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. I tried the door out to the seating area, in the passage, but it was not mended yet.

Mary caught me up, and we had a natter to the lift and up to the first floor, where we tended out farewells and parted.

I got in the flat, weary again, but earlier than usual today.

4Thu13My first need, though, was food, I was hungry. I felt I needed to degust the meal today, really enjoy it. Not precisely an allotriophagy or cittosis craving, but I felt a desire for tomatoes with balsamic vinegar! So, I had an unexpected CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) wee-wee, washed and got the nosh sorted.

The Poundland BLT ready mad sarnie, with some home-made roast turkey sandwiches made with Milk Roll bread. Extra salted tomatoes, cooked beetroot slices and mini cheese flavoured rice cakes. I ate it all up. This might help free-up the current, reluctant Porcelain Throne evacuations? I hope!

WD 0.50.0 Took the evening medications, with a sachet of Macrogol. Within ten minutes, I was limping off to the Throne. But there was no movement at all. I could sense things hardening up inside. Oh, heck! I got the handwashing done.

A UWT (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling) wee-wee variety was taken. Then I got settled in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while flat-sitting, searching for valuables, and fitting the clandestine CCTV cameras, £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner. Sleep was not being allowed, yet again! I watched a film on DVD, ‘Fracture’.

WD 0.50.0 I got a call to the Porcelain Throne again. I really thought it would be a goer this time… But no! Solid as a rock, reluctant to move, and frustrating me, well, weeing me off! Haha! Ten-minutes more on the crossword puzzle book… and I gave-up again. Humph! Back to the Brother-in-Law damaged, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating, rotting-away, unkempt, sickly-beige-coloured recliner.

I had to arise again for another wee-wee, of the LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling) variety. At least the different releases are keeping me interested and nervous. Hehehe!

4Thu14Rewashed the hands, and went to take another sachet of the osmotic laxative. Made a brew at the same time.

The view from the unwanted new, dirty because one cannot get to clean them, thick-framed, light and view-blocking, windows, was so amazing tonight. All blues of different shades, with lighter bits where the cloud breaks.

Back to the £300, Brother-in-Law damaged,  gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, recliner.

It was a long-time coming again, but eventually, I nodded off. Humph!

Inchie Today: Wednesday 28th August 2019

2019 Aug 28

2019 Aug 28

Wednesday 28th August 2019

Hindi: 2019 יום רביעי 28 באוגוסט

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WD 150.0.0 01:45hrs: Oy-yoy-yoy! I woke with the mind in the middle of a storm of a flood of mayhem-like worries, fears, and confusion! The predominant thought, was, Jane and Pete are coming today, and I have to sort out the mess I made last night in the kitchen, get two cheesy-potato meals prepared. (Should I do jacket or mash then baked ones? [Boiled and baked me thinks, cause I burn myself less often when cooking these, and it gives versatility for added flavourings]) I must get the Tuesday blog done as early as possible, to grant me more time to get things done. I think I was panicking a bit?

As I stirred physically, I noticed that I had left the balcony doors open, had been committing nocturnal-nibbling crimes, and the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) was going to need emptying before I can use it again!

I escaped the clutched of the uncomfortable, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating, rotting-away, rickety, recliner. I was going to empty the grey bucket, but the sudden need to use it arrived, and luckily for me, it was only an SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) wee-wee type, so got I it in, Hehe! 

I took the grey bucket with me to the wet room for cleaning, and to use the Porcelain Throne. The usual ‘Sit-S-all-done’ routine, but more painful this time. Cleaned and sanitised the bucket, washed the hands and off to the kitchen.

3Wed01eThe pins looked far less lumpy and warped in Arthur Itis’s knees area especially.

The pins were still a touch on the pale side. The bad bit was the fingers and their tips. They were going numb, then back to okay, and numb again repeatedly, all the time this morning. The typing is going to be awkward and challenging to do when I get on the computer! Huh!

3Wed01gaWD 150.0.0 As I got to the kitchen and put the light on, things looked very depressing! It looked far messier than when I started to clean it yesterday and had to give up when the Dizzy Dennis wobble had me over.

The thought of Sister Jane seeing it in this state would do, was nerve-racking! Not her fault, she doesn’t know the problems I’m having.

I find the best thing I can do is to lower my standards of expectancy. With everything taking so much longer to get done, the ailments; one of them is always ready to strike and handicapping things. I have not been out of the flat, for four-days now. However, I’ll do what I can to ease Jane’s ‘Stares and quips’ and clean what I can before she arrives. 

3Wed01fI took the medications, made a brew, and got on with podding enough peas for Jane and Pete’s cheesy-potato meals. Got them in the saucepan to marinate with a little demerara sugar and Balsamic vinegar. Then I checked on the tomato supplies, and I tried to open a pack of sweet ones. But the strength in the fingers was not sufficient, so, I got the sharp boning knife, and cut the packet open…

3Wed01gWD 150.0.0a Oh, dearie me! Pointed-end down the nail! Soon stopped the bleeding.

I noticed later, the packet of Assam tea in the background, had a suitable graphic on it. Haha!

I got the computer going. With Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media, working alright! Honestly! 

I pressed on and got the Tuesday blog updated. It took a few hours, but there you are. The numb finger ends being the worst delaying problem.

3Wed01hMade another brew of Glengettie tea.

I took a photo from the kitchens new, unwanted, light & view-blocking windows. I used the ‘P’ setting. The Auto mode does not catch the lights from the motorway, or the clouds shades, like this one, does.

Then I sent off the post to WordPress. Then I  went on the WordPress Reader section.

WD 150.0.0 Dizzy Dennis gave me a visit or two, bless him.

3Wed01iWD 150.0.0 As I was getting the stuff into the wet room for, the door chime rang out with Dusty Springfield’s tune, “I only want to be with you!”

I wrapped a coat around me and looked through the spy-hole, it was the Morrison delivery, that I had forgotten all about! Oy Yey! Ah, well, the chap was very patient with me, as I went to got a coat on, and fetched the return carrier bags.

I got the nosh put away. I’d found a letter when I was at the door, and opened it up, full of trepidation, curiousness and inquisitiveness!

I tended to the ablutions. No dropsies, not a single one! No toe-stubbing either! Even the sock-glide battle was a draw! I mopped the floor afterwards. Got dresses, and then checked the potatoes on the boil.

I took the black bags to the waste chute. I got back and bashed up the tatties with some cheese, took me nearly an hour. But I wanted to make them a little lumpy to give texture, added some vinegar, butter and salt, and was arranging the dollop in the oven pan.

WD 150.0.0 Then the phone rang-out. But, I got to it too late. I rang Jane, I assumed it was her or Pete who rang. She rang back on the landline. Their car would not start! So, Pete’s had to walk to the doctors, the AA was called, and if things get sorted, they will come afterwards. Made a mess of the fodder plans that did! So, I got back to the spuds cooking after the call and had a deep think on what could be done to salvage the meals.

3Wed01pI decided on a cunning plan! While doing this, I noticed a ‘Meals at Home’ van having made a delivery to Woodthorpe Court.

A shame that Warden and sexy-Cat-Walk Model,  Unterscharfhreress Deana told me that I do not qualify for this service, as I was not on the dole, or claiming any benefit. Then again, food is of growing importance to me, or rather, the preparation and consuming fodder is. Despite all the handicaps that prevent me from getting things done, and all the time it takes nowadays, I love trying out new, meals and nibbles. Come think of it, there would not be room in the freezer to store any ready-made meals. Gawd, I do waffle on at times. Sorry!

The phone rang while I was doing my contemplating. Jane said a neighbour had given the car a battery boost, and they would be on their way soon.

I went on the balcony as I waited for Jane and Pete, and took some shots of the tenant’s terraces, as I looked out for Jane’s arrival. The last photo, I got the shakes while taking it, but, am amazed at how well it came out?

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3Wed01NI decided to put the cheesy potatoes, when cooked, into some tin dishes with lids I have and keep them in the oven to keep them warm.

I put the tomatoes and Marmite cheese mini-discs in a separate one and put it in the fridge. (I remembered to take them out later – Smug – Mode adopted!).

3Wed01mThen, I got the red Leicester cheesies, with butter, salt and balsamic vinegar in the oven. Checking them regularly, just in case.

I thought I heard a noise from the hallway and went to check things out. I found a letter from the Stroke Team, with the results of last weeks assessment meeting. Well, it seems I have a new list of up to date ailments, listed in the letter, which is a copy of the one sent to my GP.

I had to look up some of the ailments on Google to see what they meant and added it.

3Wed01J

  • Right superior cerebellar infarct with CT confirming the infarct and also showing distal SCA thrombus (Thrombosis).
  • Mechanical Aortic Valve replacement.
  • Previous schaemic heart disease.
  • Hypertension.
  • Ca prostate: Cancer Prostate: Currently in remission (Lazs 01 1989).
  • Gastroesophageal Reflux disease. Reflux Valve blockage-enduring. Causing GERD (Gastroesophageal reflux disease).
  • Rheumatoid Arthritis.
  • Dysarthic: Dysarthria: (Often characterised by slurred or slow speech that can be difficult to understand. Common causes of dysarthria include nervous system [neurological] disorders such as stroke, brain injury, brain tumours
  • Burping and Clopidogrel, causing rashes all over.
  • Intolerant to Aspirin.
  • Ischemic stroke.
  • CIDP Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating.
  • Unstable Angina.
  • Hernia (third-not-op’ble).
  • Duodenal (cb-Red) Ulcer.

Well, that was an exciting read. Humph! It beats the bus timetable. Hahaha!

The reprobates Jane and Pete arrived. Much laughter, reminiscing and enjoyment were shared. During a chinwag, Pete revealed that he had the recliner stop working on him, (when he was nosing around, taking a break from removing my valuables and fitting the CCTC cameras?) while I was in the hospital for the Stroke. So, it was Pete, who broke the poor old recliner! You just can’t stop his interest in anything mechanical, electrical or financial (he can get for free)! Hehe!

3Wed11aI was given a card and pressie.

The chamomile tea bag, was proof of their humour, especially as they know I don’t like chamomile. Haha!

The present was the most original one! Further proof of Jane’s hinting knowledgeability! I think it was a hint that I buy too much food, perhaps? 3Wed012aHahaha! 

But seriously, I loved it to bits!

I got the cheesy potatoes and fresh garden peas put in the tin trays and lidded. Remembered the salad one in the fridge, and handed them the treats bag. With plenty of different foods for them to try, I hope they like them.

After much more gossiping and reminiscing, I think they saw I was getting a little drained, and they decided to leave. I took a series of photos of them, as they went to the car.

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It’s hard to realise that they are 73 and 72 years of age. They both amaze me so! It just goes to show how an easy-life, winning the lottery twice, being left a fortune by a relative, and being intelligent can help in old age. Harf, Harf! Sorry, Jane & Pete, couldn’t resist it! Hehe!

Anyway, back to reality. Obviously, the car was not going to start. So, I went down to see if they wanted to come back up. But realised waiting for the AA, Pete has to stay with the vehicle. Jane decided (always the logical one, is our Jane), they would eat the tray of food while waiting. She returned with me to the flat to get some cutlery to use. Which was highly fortuitous. For, I had forgot to put some nibbles in the bag of gifts. I walked back down with her. She was very calm about things, bless her. A little natter at the car, farewells and back to the flat I went.

Via the Winwood Court entrance. Sat there in the foyer, were Angela and Roy. We had a chinwagging session and laugh, and I handed out the nibbles. Oberstgruppenfhreress Warden and Pole Dancer Deana passed, had a bite and woke-up poor old Roy, who had nodded off! Hehe! I walked back through the tunnel with Angie and Roy, parted as I got off of the lift, and bade my farewells with a smile each way.

3Wed10As I got into the flat, the rain had started to fall.

Not that I was bothered, for plans to get out for a hobble tomorrow were already forming in my brain! No matter what the weather! I’ve been imprisoned in this flat since last Friday, unable for one reason and another to get out.

I had a look outside again, and the car was gone. You see, what happens is that my brand of good-luck rubs off on visitors. Regrettably, a proven fact. Hahaha!

I opened the card (Shown earlier, above) and had a chuckle at it, the Chamomile tea bag, and the pressie, the trolley with its imitation food, and the innuendo. Hehehe! Brilliant!

WD 150.0.0 I got my nosh made, just the burnt cheesy potato (I’d left the oven on!) and some peas. I did have a bag of cheese flavoured mini-rice cakes with it. No dessert, no photograph (although I still think I took a picture of it, but, nothing was found on the SD card?) and it was still enjoyed! Flavour rating; 8/10.

3Wed10aThe rain had stopped, but the sky still looked threatening. I was really feeling shattered now, so early as well. I stripped and got down in the Brother-in-law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, c1968, rusty, recliner. I put the TV on, to catch a reality police programme, feeling sure I would soon nod-off into the land-of-nod! But it was not meant to be!

3Wed11WD 150.0.0 I found it hard, to understand that feeling so tired and weary as I did, sleep would not come to me!

On second thoughts, it is apparent to me now, why no head-down comes; The excitement of Jane and Pete visiting me! Of course, I noticed how I kept looking up at the shopping trolley on the cabinet shelf, and card on the Ottoman, and smiling rather smugly!

I didn’t even have any two-minute nod-offs. And the mind was racing, and what I glanced at occasionally on the TV, was of no interest to me.

I think this might be what is known as contentment?

TTFN, each, have a great day! I’ve just had one, rare, but they are so good!