Inchcock Today – Wednesday 20th November 2019: Not a lot went right today! Frustrating!

1 Nov 21

2019 Tnov 20

Wednesday 20th November 2019

Turkey: 20 Kasım 2019 Çarşamba

0Nov 20

23:50hrs: I woke in a confuses state of mind. Fair enough, I needn’t have written this, due to more often than not I do wake up muddle-brained. But this morning was an exceptionally disordered, unconnected, rambling, uncoordinated mishmash than usual. Attaining a level of logicalness, took me a few minutes, and then it was only partial! Fears, worries, and a nagging certainty that I had forgotten something important, or instead failed to remember. If it was not for the sudden urgent need of a wee-wee, I might still be laying there determined to find out what I had forgotten… I think.

WDP14aLWD 125.0.0 Anyroad, I soon had something else to fret over. I escaped the warming clutches of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, grabbed the stick, swore silently at Arthur Itis’s knees, and limped ASAP to the wet room. I felt the blood on my fingers as I prepared things, so stood for the session above the porcelain bowl, trying to limit the spray. The wee-wee was blood-free (Phew!), but a few drips from the fungal lesion kept my attention. Only an RBPDD (Reluctant-But-Painless-Drip-Drip) mode.  Most of the time was spent painfully applying the Clotisol cream and cleaning things up afterwards. The reluctance of the flow to stop for such a long time caught me by surprise, considering that the Warfarin INR level was down to 1.6 on Monday. Still, not to fret anymore, I got it plugged at last. And luckily this Whoopsie had caused me to forget about the earlier mind-blast, so that worked out well!

WDP 11gLWD 150.0.0a That was until I started to exit the wet room. I managed without any bother to give the toe a really first-class, toe-stubbing against the metal leg of the shower chair! I stemmed the natural verbal outburst, worrying about the neighbours and any noise. I made do with (I thought at the time) a heroically restrained, stifled, low-muffled sort of ‘Eragherruffhooagh!’ Hehehe! Then getting in a position to put Phorpain Gel on the toe, kicked Arthur Itis’s pain up to Defcon Two level. Grumph! And to think, a while ago all I was concerned with was the complexed brain-storm. It doesn’t matter so much now! Although the confusion in the head lingers on now. Tsk!

Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on, took the medications and made the tea, Glengettie. I was aware that I had not needed a Porcelain Throne session yet, which was something out of the ordinary for late. But, up to now, this morning has been a different one than usual.

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Neither arrived!

I got to the computer and checked the Google Calendar first. Two health visitors today. I think they may be about the same issue, but I’m not certain. The Warfarin INR being so low might interest the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic. And the Medicine Team nurse cold be about the same, or maybe the not being able to recognise the water-tablets in the blister packs, and are only taken when needed, so I might well be throwing away the bisoprolol (also called Cardicor or Emcor) beta-blocker in mistake? Ah well, I’ll soon find out.

I started the updating of the Tuesday blog, a mammoth job with all that went on and the many photographs to sort out. But, I got it done and posted off in the end. I started sneezing during the process, and have not stopped since.

Eight hours since getting up, and still, I have not had the call to the Porcelain Throne!

I went on the WordPress Reader, and put some pictures on Pinterest.

Time is flying by, I’d better get the ablutions done, so as to be ready in case any medics arrive early.

Marvellous session. Only three dropsies, one cut shaving, and all done quickish. I got the pressies and box of recyclables, dropped them off on the way down. Doris held the door open for me. Got to the Obergruppenfureress Wardens holding cell, saw Deana and back up to the flat. Got the computer back on and did some photographicalising of oneself (I know, but I’m bravish!) Trimmed them to use as Whopppsiedangleplop support.

The intercom went, and a medical worker was admitted, but she did not arrive at the flat. I went down to the foyer, but saw no one anywhere? Then returned to the flat and waited. No signs of her. I thought she might be seeing someone else first, but it is the tie she said she’d arrive. Another 

I have still not had the call to the Porcelain Throne? Another of the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination!

While I was waiting, I kept hearing noises, like things falling over, and rattles, I could not tell where they were coming from. Then the hearing aids batteries ‘bleeped’ as they both ran out of power. I got some replacement batteries in them. Still no signs of the prescription medical lady? Oh dear!

I made a start on graphics for the templates for the blogs.

Ah, off to the Porcelain Throne! By-golly that was a monster session again, but no pain and no bleeding!

WDPT03LWD 125.0.0 I am now stuck indoors. Because the lady who rang to be let in has not appeared and the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic member has not arrived either! I dare no go out in case they do arrive. So, I decided on a marathon session of graphicalisationing. Then, if one or both does come, I’ll be here ready!

3Wed01eWDPT05LWD 125.0.0 After a long session that took me hours and well beyond my usual head-down time, Arthur Itis’s knees didn’t like me getting up, and I had a close to toppling over moment. (Tsk!) I went to make a much-needed mug of Thompson’s tea, got the medications out and ready, and had a wee-wee, of a DAAOJ: Drip-And-All-Over-Job! The sink hot tap is now leaking – I’m fed-up!

3Wed01fWDPT04RWD 125.0.0 I got the walking stick holder from its box and went onto the balcony to see about fitting it to the new three-wheeler-walker. What a farce! I’ve no idea how or where it can fit?

3Wed001bHad a wash and did the teggies, keeping the door open all the time, in case the intercom went off. It’s getting dark a bit quick now, so I should see it when it lights up. That’s if it doesn’t break down again, of course. Grumph! I did a peek at the legs, got a couple more veins bulging and a new whatever it is (Glopidogrel?) above the left knee. Well, it makes a bit of interest dunnit!

3Wed01JI took a snap of the red sky from the unwanted, unliked, unpopular, light & view-blocking, can’t get to clean nor look down to the roadway for ay emergency vehicles cause I can’t hear the fire-alarm, thick-framed new cleverly designed kitchen windows. It is getting really dark now, so I took another picture for xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete, of the house 3Wed01ibeing done up over the way. I was amazed at how light it came out, but I’m not complaining about it. The lads will have to pack-up working outside soon. A bit like Pete did when he won the lottery and had a fortune left him by an unknown relative. Still, he says he misses the few years when he was actually working for a living. Not that I’m jealous or anything, just surprised he had to steal my valuables while I was in the hospital after the stroke. Hehehe!

3Wed01gaWDPT05LWD 125.0.0 I went to the front door (well, it’s the only one innit) to make sure none of the expected visitors who hadn’t turned up had not been and left a note for me. But a letter had been delivered, from Liberty-Global Virgin Media. The service will be going down on 12th December for approximately five hours (they say in the letter). It gives us orders to: If your services are not back to normal (Does that mean crap? Cause that is normal for them!), try resetting your set-top box (which I do not have?) and modem, This might not work, if so, give our team a call on 0800 052 2137. Thanks in advance for your patience while we improve your network. Hahaha! I had another heart attack when I read this!

I still wasn’t up to doing the templates, too tired. So I went out on the balcony and took some shots:

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WDPT06LWD 150.0.0a I came in out of the cold, and did a tripping-over of the inside step runner. I fell against the swivel chair, and spun around onto the recliner. Which worked out very well, cause I missed the cabinet and floor altogether, saving a prospectively nasty knee-banging incident! But I was well-pleased with the outcome.

I took the medications and made another brew, and could not put off getting at least some of the templates made up any longer. Or could I? Yep, enough was suddenly enough. Another change of mind, I decided to make some sarnies for eats. This was when I realised that the rice lead had not arrived as well as the anticoagulation, and medicine woman. Combined with all the Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpa, the long day with the graphicationalisationing… I went from having been cheered-up with the tumble-luck, to knocked down in spirits again! I just can’t win, can I?

3Wed03WDP 11LWD 125.0.0 Got the sarnies made up. I hadn’t realised how bad the myasthenia gravis was. On closer inspection, it seemed the hands and fingers were like; if there is such a thing, were suffering a sort of micro-shivering? I had problems with the lids on the beetroot jar, struggled in cutting the tomatoes and apples, a close call or two to slicing a finger, and spreading the bread was a comical affair! The photographing showed all this up, and the blurriness disappointed me. The ingredients of what should have a simple nosh varied greatly. The cooked chicken and sliced on the slicer tomatoes sarnies were alright. The mushroom, cooked for ten-hours in the crock-pot with #Sukang Puti vinegar were fine. The Marmite cheese disc was a little out of date, but tasted marvellous! The mini-side tomatoes were truthfully tasteless! The sliced Cox’s apples, nice. The Baxter’s cooked beetroots, although dangerous to slice, were cooked to perfection. Overall, a Flavour-Rating of 5/10 given.

Got the pots cleaned. Then the handwashing wash washed, wrung and hung up. 

As I got into the xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, second-hand, used, £300, c1968, second-hand recliner, and was feeling a tad sorry for myself.

WDP12LI do recall feeling sad and frustrated, that things beyond my control, and beyond my powers to solve or prevent, had happened. Perhaps this is meant to be? In my last existence, if I had one, I must have been a right ‘#-*%Zµ⊗]’d! Perhaps, it’s a way of easing departing the earthly life, as it gets less and less appealing? Well, it’s working! Humph!

Inchcock – Tues 19 Nov 2019: After-Stroke Physio Session. Lots of Nottingham photos, this cold day!

1 Nov 20

2019 Tnov 19

Tuesday 19th November 2019

Icelandic: Þriðjudaginn 19. Nóvember 2019

0Nov 19

WD 0.30.0B 00:05hrs: I woke, with instant lachrymose thoughts of having to go to the physio torture-session this morning! It’s not supposed to be like this, is it? Not feeling in good spirits, and confusing messages from the EQ. The pain on the top of the left foot was a mystery. (In fact whatever was causing this dissipated over the next four hour, to nothing less than a tenderness?).

Up from the recliner, and off to the Porcelain Throne, noticing that Arthur Itis was not too bad at all. (Thank you!) The session was just the same as the ones earlier. Massive, a bit of blood and not painful or messy at all!

2Tue07I moved the handwashing onto the airers, and made a brew, and took the medications.

WD 0.30.0B The annoyingly irksome neurotransmitter problem was a bit bad this morning, and my grip on things might well have caused a few Accifauxpas, but they were all near-misses. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

Industrially, for me, I got on with the updating of the Monday post with a certain determination, and a lot of effort, considering the typing difficulties I was having. Having got the post finished and sent off, I needed another Throne visit! This throne visit was betterer. No bleeding at all, but still messy. Went on TFZer Facebooking and then got the ablutions tended to, a stand-up job with it being so early.

Ablutions were done with a few dropsies. Only one shaving cut, but a bugger to get it to stop bleeding. Got dressed and made up some black bags for the chute later. I set off out into the bitterly cold morning and struggled to the bus stop on Winchester Street. Realising I had not got the hearing aids in! What a Plonker!

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Only just got to the bus stop in time, in fact the driver waited for me, before pulling off as I was settling the side-saddle seat, and a lady stopped me from going over on the floor. Bless, her!

Off in town and walked through the Victoria Centre (Mall) to the Tesco store. Where I bought hand-washer liquid, biscuits, gin & Tonics for pressies and mushrooms and apples. Then had a hobble to the Poundland shop on town on Wheeler Gate.

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I really lost it in the Poundland store and got so much stuff, I had to stop after paying at the self serve tills, to get the things to fit in the strong carrier and the wheeler bag! I’d got two diaries for handing out, a bag of croissants for the Physio nibbles, birdseed pellets, a 2Tue13can of pork and ham, and orange biscuits. I did notice when adding these photos, the amount of discarded chewing gum everywhere. Tsk!

I made my way up through the slab square, up Market Street, over Upper Parliament Street and onto Goldsmith Street. I spotted a card had been dropped near the tram stop, and with some difficulty, retrieved it from the floor. It was a female student’s Union ID card. I could not get up the steps at the Trent University to hand it in. 

WD 0.30.0B The session, I’m not too keen on describing and will keep it short: Pointless, as I could not hear much that was said. Only six Strokees today, including me. The young Asian girl had bought some Chinese individual nut-brittle type nibbles, and I tried one, very nice! Then took the empty bag to use as identification, to try and get some later. The Session Kommandess was in, superior-snide comment-mode, Put-Down-looks, and Never-give-a-direct-answer-divert-it-with-a-comment-mode (Mind you, she is so expert and persistent at this!) – reading from her leaflets to us. I left early. Said my farewells and off to get some hearing aid batteries. Nuff said about that!

Out into the still bitterly-cold weather. It felt like I had been released from penury! I made my way to the Asian shops in Hockley, is a search of the nuts that the young lady kindly supplied for us all, at the Torture (Physically and Mentally) Session. Going through Trinity Square.

WD 0.30.0B I thought I’d take some photographs, and spotted a female crouched down near an advertising board, as I viewed for the first shot, I recall thinking I hope she’s all right, and as the lady quickly got up and walked away, I realised what had been taking place. Oh, dear! She must be suffering.

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2Tue16Now I know what the building works were last week. Erecting another booze-den for Christmas. With bars, restaurants and pubs closing down all over the place, I think we could have done without this Danish delight of a Lager-Shed? The prices being asked might be keeping away Nottinghamian’s, though.

2Tue20There was a Canadian Foodshed there as well. I thought of Chris, TFZ treasure Pattie and Andy in Canada. I must get some shots of the food on offer next time I go into town, to show the TFZers. This cabin had only just opened by the look of it. They do not have much room to work in. I detected no smells?

2Tue28I got to the first Asian shop on Heahtcoat Street, called ‘Asian Mart’, and was lucky enough to find a similar product after asking an assistant and showing him the wrapper. Then I went down Hockley to the Asian Express store and asked an assistant there, but got a definite no, with a shaking of her head.

2Tue24I made my way back to Nottingham’s Slab Square, down Victoria Street. A grim baron place at the best of times. Although they tell me it comes to life at night with the binge-alcoholics, druggies, and the dance-shakers out and about.

2Tue25At the bottom of the road, I took a snap to the left, down along Bridlesmith Gate. Another so sad place. Since they closed down the Broad Marsh Shopping centre for the redevelopment of the mall, bus station and car parks, so many businesses have gone bust on this road. Sob!

2Tue23WD 0.30.0B At the back of the Council House on High Street, I came across a rather fresh looking piece of Nottinghamian Street Art.

I got around and on to Long Row, where there stalls and rides for the Christmas con-artists,

2Tue26The Helter-Skelter,  still have to find anyone using. I’ll be surprised if they try coming back again next year. Well, I will be if I’m still here. Hehe!

I poddled on in the cold to the bus stop on Queen Street. And when it arrived I got on, sat in the usual side-saddle seat, and got out the crossword book. Which, I flabbergasted myself with when I ran through the uncompleted puzzles and got about four answers! Swank-Mode-Adopted!

I walked back from the bus, helped off of it by, as well, the Sweet Lady form the Fourteenth Floor, or is it fifteenth? We had a jolly good laugh and natter on the way to and up in the lift. Said my farewells, and into the flat.

WDP 11mLI almost went for a wee-wee, until 2Tue27I realised I didn’t need one. Hahaha! I got the purchases stored away, the pressies and nibbles too. The tomatoes were Spanish, so they went in the fridge. Which I would never normally do, but these are so 2Tue29tasteless to start with, it won’t matter. I didn’t realise they were from Spain, or I would not have bothered getting them.

WD 0.30.0B The Poundland items also held a bit of mystery. Why did I buy a can of Pork & Ham, that I do not even like anyway? I pondered a few minutes over my lack of concentration, forgetfulness, vagueness, vulnerabilities, ambiguity, ailments and addlepatedness, and how these affect and redound on everyday living. My conclusions were inconclusive, mainly due to my lack of concentration, forgetfulness, vagueness, vulnerabilities, ambiguity, ailments and addlepatedness!

2Tue30The usual afternoon weariness and fatigue arrived, later than usual for once. I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung. Nice phrase that! Haha! 

I took a shot of the view from the unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed window.

I got the meal prepared. Not that it took much in the way of cooking, only the battered onion rings needed any heating up.

2Tue31I settled down in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner. The one that my Xyrophobia-suffering, crooked Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-robbing, 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 five-months later), rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty recliner. And masticated and swallowed everything edible on the plate, plus the evening medications! Taste-Rating: 8/10.

I put on the ‘Auf Wiedersehen Pet’ tape to watch the last episode on it. I don’t think I lasted until the end of the introductory music… cause the DVD and TV were still on when I woke up around midnight! Ah, well!

Inchcock Today – Fri 15 Nov 2019: Feeling a bit rough around the edges today, a late ailments-storm. Tsk!

1 Nov 15

2019 Tnov 15

Friday 15th November 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 15fed Tachwedd 2019

0Nov 15

Now there’s a Challenge!

WD 0.0.5 23:00hrs: Woke-up and removed my body-mass from the recliner, and had a wee-wee, it was a long, painful, reluctant wee-wee, in the LSDOP (Long-Slow-Drawn-Out-Painful) mode. The Porcelain Throne usage was also required when I got in the wet room.  A little-tiny ‘Phwlup!’ escaped from the rear end. The aroma was atrocious and instant! The evacuation was most reluctant, bottom-splitting, slow, massive, and bleeding. Humph!

 Then I washed and got the kettle on. Did the handwashing and got it wrung-out and hung. 5Fri02

I used the Nikon camera to take this straight-ahead view from the unliked, unwanted, thick-framed, light and view-blocking new kitchen windows that they cunningly designed so old less able folks can’t reach the glass to clean it! Being early, and still night time, the lights seemed brighter, and of course, the emergency 5Fri01services blues and headlights added to the colourfulness. I made the mug of tea, took the medications early, and took a blind picture of Chestnut Walk below the flats. I say blind, cause the new windows having such wide sills, at 5’2″, I’m not tall enough to lean out far enough to see what I’m picturing!

I got on the computer… but, it was such a slow slog! So, I got the graphics done first.

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I worked on CorelDraw for a good few hours, and eventually got the needed graphics, page tops, and Thoughts done. I was just going to start making up the templates. Several wee-wees were taken during the CorelDrawing, all in the same style. I began to update the Thursday blog. I achieved this and got it sent off to WordPress.

WDP11Lwd 0.0.5A WD 0.0.5 I went to make another mug of tea. I poured it out and waited for the bag to brew. Then I dropped the spoon and cup all over the darned kitchen floor! The fingertips had started to lose their sense of contact again! The cleaning up, made Arthur Itis kick-off as well, and I clouted my head on the counter corner, bending down. I got some biscuits to have with the freshly brewed cuppa! Holly-Molly!

WDP 11fLWD 0.0.5 Back to the computer, and found that WordPress had been updated while I was away, and a new ‘Block-Editing’ system installed. A new layout and I was having enough bother with Pheriphral Neulagia, without getting stuck and unable to get my pictures on correctly! Eventually, (two-hours later), I got back to the current editor, but can’t find the spell-checker. A headache came on! But the coughing got far less?

Took this Nikon camera shot of the now blue sky.

5Fri003Had a bash on WordPress Reader, then onto TFZer Facebooking. The door chime rang out, and the chap from the Physio team had arrived. I’d got it all mixed up in my bonce, I thought the Medicine Team lady was calling today? We went through some questions and answers and I started using the things left for me for physio. It was hard going, and the landline rang and flashed while I was doing the ups & downs. It was Sister Jane. She’d sent me an Email and was just telling me so. I had to ring-off, to get back to the times exercises.

WDP12LWD 0.0.5 When the bloke had departed, I got attacked by Dizzy Dennis, and now, hours later, pains in the stomach and the dizzies are still with me, plus the headache is getting worse! Hello, sharp pains behind the eyes now! This is not good, cause the fatigue is setting in as well, feeling weak and tired with it? I may have to call for help. Maybe a hobble-out might help? No, perhaps not.

5Fri08I checked on what Jane had sent me: Well, it’s of no help, other than bringing on the guilt that is already there. Haha! But I blew up the picture to have a read of it, she thought it might be worth me putting in the Inchcock Today. It should get a smile or two, methinks. Definitely, something I suffer from! Called, Oniomania!

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5Fri005Glad to hear that Pete didn’t pass on any radiation poisoning after his scan! And his not glowing in the dark is reassuring! He-He!

I re-jiggled the handwashing on the airers. Had another wee-wee, slightly different variety this one, catch-you-out type: an AUMSOBO (An-Uncomfortable-Marathon-Session-Of-Blasting-Out) mode.

WD 0.0.5 I can’t make my mind up about this funny turn I’m having. Dizzy Dennis, headaches, sore-throat back again, odd stings in the stomach, and weariness was coming over me suddenly. The stabbing pains behind the eyes are persistent. Mmm?

5Fri007I decided against going out, I’ll try eating, and just settling down I reckon, watch somebody call at the door or ring me!

I got the Korean and Irish mushroom in the pan earlier, and I’ve just turned them on, a low light. Oh, heck, the stomach ain’t half-churning now!

WD 0.0.5 Christ, I just stood up to go and check on th5Fri10e mushrooms, and all but toppled over! Humph! Good job I was using the four-pronged stick. It suddenly went all dark outside!

I don’t want to moan, but I ain’t feeling good at all, I’m not even feeling like eating now! Still, I’ve put some black bean sauce in the pan with the veg chilli and mushrooms on low light. I’ll just try a bit of it, I don’t think it’s a good idea to eat too much how I’m feeling.

I’ll get the medications taken. Half the nosh served, and settle down to eat, and then hopefully fall asleep.

I might feel better when I wake up… that’s if I can nod-off… confusing innit? Hehe!

5Fri27With a great deal of care that was not commensurate with how I felt, I got the meal prepared and served up. Took the medications while eating. Per contra, not feeling too good in myself did not stop me from eating all of the noshes on the dish and tray.

WDP 11eLwd 0.0.5A The Korean and Irish mushrooms, along with the added black bean sauce, seemed to cool down the strong chilli taste, and it suited me down to the ground – which is where the first spoonful ended up, via my belly, legs, chair, and foot! Hahaha! Good job I overordered on the kitchen towels. Got it cleaned up, and was soo back dining to my heart’s content, on this 9/10 taste-rated delight.

6Sat03aThe landline burst into hardly-hearable sound, but the red flashing light worked okay. It was my pulchritudinous, highly-desirable, heart-flutter-causing, beautiful angel of a Polish phlebotomy nurse on the line. Informing me that she is due to call on me, Monday, twixt 09:00 > 11:00hrs. The heart warmed at just hearing her voice! I thanked her and got the computer on straight away to put the appointment on the Google calendar. A few medical meetings are coming up.

6Sat01I got the nosh things in the washing-up bowl and settled in the xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, sometimes not, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. With my feet up on the chair, and cramps were attacking the legs and feet, something awful! The dizzies and other ailments were still with me, but they seemed less severe and bothersome for some reason? I reckon that my speaking on the phone with the Angel of Mercy and twinkling passionate eyes had had a good effect on me!

The GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) was utilised several times over the next few hours of failing to get to sleep. Varying from USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) to BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) types. Evacuations must be terribly dull for folks without bladder problems. Hahaha!

WDP 11gLWD 0.0.5 And, the late in the day Porcelain Throne visit, was a right scary affair! Constipational in nature, marathon-lengthed, bloody, massive and about as painful as I could cope with. Add the coughing bout and my toe stubbing when getting off of the throne, led to an uncomfortable, hurtful, cleaning, and sanitisationalling session! I returned to the recliner literally pooped and tuckered-out!

Yet still, sleep would not come! A few times, I felt the eyelids drooping, and a coughing bout would destroy my sleeping plans, repeatedly! I put the TV on and thought I’d watch a DVD; this usually sends me off to kip. I was viewing Clint Eastwood’s Gran Torino (50p at the Charity Shop in Sherwood) when the cruel Colin Cramps came again. It took ages for them to ease off this time. I tried the Phorpain gel and took an extra Codeine 30g, but they had little effect, mind you, the headaches eased off nicely. Tsk! 

Inchcockski – Thursday 7th November 2019: Computer Problem, frit me! Intercon not working. Coughing. Wee-wee problems! Oh, dearie me!

1 Nov 07

2019 Tnov 07

Thursday 7th November 2019

Maori: Rāpare 7th Whiringa 2019

0Nov 07

01:30hrs: I woke up, wishing I could recall some more of the dream I’d had. The best bits I remembered, was it all took place underground, in caves, some big some very small, and I was being chased through them. I think in amongst my many perusers chasing after me, was David Nixon and Bruce Forsyth, coffins and pianos were scattered in the more extensive caves. But it may have got mixed up with an earlier dream about me being a sort of mole trying to get up to the surface, but not being able to. Cause it was very confusing. I was confused about the dream. Hey-ho! Not very interesting but there you go.

Anyroad, I stirred into imitation life, and was soon out of the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner. The one that my Xyrophobia-suffering, crooked Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-robbing, 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 six-months later!) But, his contrition makes him keep promising to return them. Well, what’s left of them and hasn’t already been deposited in his bank account.

WD 50.60.50 As I started to move, I noticed how distorted positions my body was in. Contorted in a way that I could not get the arms and legs in if I was foolish enough to try. It was close to agony getting my onerously flabby body and limbs free enough for me stand up. I gave thought to what could have been in the dream, to make my get like this, but I soon gave up worrying about it, as Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis started showing their displeasure at the movement needed to rise up, four-pronged walking stick assisted from the recliner onto my feet. Then I noticed the state of my left arm. Caused possibly, by it being around my back and sat on when I first awoke?

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4Thu07There were no demands being made for any Porcelain Throne or wee-weeing activity! That was a worry, really. After months of flowing wee-wees, and on waking up Throne needs, today neither? I hobbled through to the kitchen and got the kettle on, moved the hand-washing onto the airers to encourage them to dry, they were still almost wet.

4Thu06The new Magnesium tablets, I thought it would be best taken on two halves, they were so gigantic in size.

WD 50.60.50 The new pill-cutter was brought out to be used for the first time. As you can see by the photographs on the left here, it was not exactly a resounding success. I’ll say! Hehe!

I think it might cope better with flat tablets as opposed to rounded ones, like what the Magnesium bricks are. Tsk!

WD 50.60.50 By the time I’d given up, after ending with a rather masticated tablet and even more crumbled bits of medication than actual pill all over the place, I decided another pill-splitter will have to be bought. Then I had to make another brew to replace the one that had gone cold. Not a problem for me, with the gigundous thirst I currently have on me. I’ve been this way for a couple of days since the catching the cold. Come think of it, with the sore throat, mouth ulcers and the tickly-cough, that might be why I’m not eating, and dishing food for the last two days? Or not. But the lack of wee-weeing concerns, under the circumstance, I’d have more wee-wees would need to be taken, else, where is all the tea going? Cause it sure ain’t coming out of Little Inchy… well only in dribs and drabs, at least I hope it will in consummation, none has yet today!

4Thu08That reminds me, I’ll have a swig of the linctus now.

WD 50.60.50 03:25hrs, I was sure I heard an alarm of some sort, and had a wander around in search of the source, which made me  more aware of the pesky, most nettlesome, infernal humming or droning noise that is all around the building 4Thu08afor the flat 24/7! Found nowt. Grrr!

I took this rather sad and poor, certainly not one of my bestest photographs, of the view out of the unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed new kitchen windows, the ones with the unreachable to clean segments of glass.

4Thu08FI made another brew of tea (fancy that!) and used the different milk I bought yesterday, the organic one. Tasted okay.

At last, I made a start on updating the blog, must get it done ASAP if I am to get out today. Because there are many graphics that I need making and advance templates.

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The sites on the web kept on crashing. I turned everything off, then back on, but didn’t take the power off, and rebooted. Moments later, they crashed again, not all together, but separately, within a minute of each other. WordHippo, Google, WordPress, and so on. I engaged ‘Panic-Defcon-1-Mode’, and felt my world had come to an end! Not angry oddly enough, just heartbreakingly sad!

Firefox asked me which tabs were in use when it went down, I told them via the message box, and hopefully rebooted, or recovering the crashed sites. But it kept repeating the process, and I had to stop and try calmly to see what I could try next.

4Thu11Then the computer became unresponsive, and would not let me close or open anything, the light on the mouse was not showing. Even the Window start button would not let me close anything down safely. So, I opened the mouse, cleaned it, and put new batteries in. Somehow managing not to lose-it entirely as I did so.

Without my computer working, life is not worth living.

Got it back on, turned everything off, rebooted and reset the internet, with a prayer. But Beelzebub and the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lie somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, decided that this would not work, and it didn’t!

Panic had now set-in! I was near the end of my tether, at my wit’s end, in a tizzy. Corybantic and almost foaming at the mouth with frustration!

4Thu13WDP 11hLThen, after rebooting yet again, I went into my Norton and did a defrag. Nothing had changed! One more close-down and reset, then back into Norton. Which this time lit up attention needed button, which I clicked on, and it went through a few jobs and reported that it had saved so much memory, and the computer is now tuned-up. With trepidation, I started the network, which worked and then the Internet again, and opened WordPress – I could have cried for joy, as things were now working once more! I might even have shed a few tears of joy, actually! Don’t laugh! Oh, go on then!

So late in the day, but I got on with the updating of the Wednesday diary. But I was so relieved! The fact that it was gone 08:00hrs by the time I got it completed didn’t matter to me, exhilaration (and amazement) at me getting things working had not expired yet. I got the post sent off at long last!

Around 08:15hrs, I was just sitting letting the previous hours of torment drift from my worry-box, and taking pride in getting through the mayhem, when I heard a sound similar the earlier one that I couldn’t account for, it was so faint. I got the hearing aids in, lest it starts again while I’m looking for the cause.

WD 50.60.50 AS I was walking the corridor, I heard the Intercom buzzing. Was it the INR nurse, I pressed the accept button, and no view came up of the outer foyer area as usually does. No pins worked at all? That’s three, possibly four times this has happened up to now. If it does not come good later, I’ll nip and mention it later, to the Obergruppenfúreress Wardens.

4Thu14WD 50.60.50 I went to make another mug of tea. (This thirst is just not abating at all?) While waiting for the kettle to boil, I moved the handwashing around on the airers, then spotted some marks on the upper cabinet wood near the handle. So I got the Fairy cleaner, sprayed the spots of whatever it was, and trapped a finger in the handle, ridding the wood of the dirt. But it was nothing for a klutzy, blunderous, lubberly, clumsy, uncoordinated, doddering, disaster-welcoming, accident-prone, unlucky, catastrophal geriatric like me. Haha!

WD 50.60.50 About 0945hrs, The Intercom buzzed again. Same thing, no picture, no buttons working. I hope it wasn’t the food delivery or the nurse if it was anyone that is. Cause the screen told me no missed calls. I decided to pop down to the Obersturmführer and Catwalk Model Warden Julie, and or Riechsführeress and Pole Dancer Warden Deana, to let them know. As I got the three-wheeler with the nibbles in it, Josie came to me and said she was having the same problem with her intercom. I said I’m going down to mention it, I’ll let you know what transpires when I get back.

WD 50.60.50 When I got in the lift, a man and woman coming down from a higher floor, said they too had got trouble with their intercom and were going to complain, not mention it. A complaint is not warranted with someone who has no power over what is happening! (I just thought of that as I was typingI should get a mention in the Times, dictionary or something for that quote) Hahaha! Makes me sound almost educated!

WD 50.60.50 As I was walking to the link-passage door, a Nottingham City Homes gentleman was on his I-pod, I-pad, mobile or whatever it was he was using. And I mentioned the situation to him. He thought they were testing or updating the system. Well, it’s never worked properly since installation, and 80% of the tenants (the older ones, like wot I am) with hearing aids can’t hear the buzzer. I asked, Would it come through if someone actually called. It was presumed so! I pressed on the Winwood Foyer and called at the Warden’s Holding cell and Interrogation Office. I mentioned the intercom, the answer was low-key, matter-of-factedly answered. Not sure how long it will be off-line. I handed some nibbles around and made my way back to the intercom-less flat. (Or maybe not, no one knows if it will work if pressed by a proper caller, or how long the disruption will last or seem bothered in the slightest) Hey-ho! I’m too happy at the computer working again, to get all hot and bothered over the intercom. I called at Josie’s and told her the non-news I had gathered about the intercom. 1) They are upgrading the system. 2) They are backing up the system. 3) They are servicing the system. 4) It will take a few hours. 5) We’ve no idea how long it will take. 6) If anyone calls, it should work, but we’re not sure. She did laugh! ♥

4Thu15I finally got around to doing the graphics to let me carry on with the blogging. But it’s going to be a long job, so I had a change of heart, and started on this blog instead.

Hello, it’s looking dark early out there. Ah, it’s raining again.

Crikey, its15:30-hrs already! I got the kettle on again and tried the intercom, but it is still not working? Got on the computer to try and do some graphics.

But first, I got the mushroom and turnip sliced and in the pan, with some vinegar and light Soy sauce added to the water.

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WD 50.60.50 Then, finally, at last, I felt I needed a wee-wee! First if the day, hurrah! I hastened to the wet room, almost full of joy at getting rid of at least some of the fluid that must still stewing-away inside my ever-more bulbous stomach! Well, I’ve never wee-wee’d less, or so painfully in my memory! A new classification needed here. It was a DAPAO: Drip-Pain-And-Pain-All-Over job! I doubt it would have filled an eggcup! Tsk! Ah, well, it’s a start of sorts. I fear that things might well prove even more painful if it ever begins to flow again. In fact, Double Tsk!

I really must start on the graphics now. But, the sudden fatigue ruined my plans. I started coughing, and the sore throat got worse, and I decided I’ll have to do the template in the morning. I hate leaving things until the last minute, but Teddy Tiredness won the day!

I went to the kitchen and got the meal started, real-spare-ribs in the oven, and the mushrooms and turnip cooking in the saucepan. Then I took some pictures of the early evening sky.

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Then got the handwashing done, wrung, and hung! For some reason, the hot water was not as hot as it should have been, but sufficiently so to do the washing. So, just in case the water heater was going on the blink, I filled some saucepans with water and got them on the stove on a low light, so as to have hot water for the pot-washing later. Did you notice that? Sometimes despite the weariness, the brain gets-it-together! I wish the body could do the same! Hahaha!  The pork ribs in sauce in the oven had some Sharwood’s Korean BBQ sauce was poured over it.

I noticed the sky was reddening a bit, so I took some more shots to compare with those taken fifteen minutes earlier.

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Red sky at night, shepherds delight. This saying made me thing in the morning when I was updating this blog, and I had a look at some other weather proverbs;

  • Red sky at night, sailors delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.
  • Red sky at night, shepherds delight. Red sky in the morning, shepherds warning.
  • When rain comes before the wind, halyards, sheets and braces mind, but when wind comes before rain, soon you may make sail again.
  • When dew is on the grass, no rain will come to pass.
  • When halo rings Moon or Sun, rain’s approaching on the run.
  • When the wind is out of the East, tis never good for man nor beast.
  • Cows lie down when it’s about to rain.
  • Pine cones open when good weather is on the way.
  • If the goose honks high, fair weather – If the goose honks low, foul weather.
  • When clouds appear like rocks and towers, the Earth’s refreshed, with frequent showers.

The majority of the proverbs regarding the weather, seem to have grown into rhymes.

5Fri01I got diverted there, sorry.

After yesterdays disastrous vegetarian ‘Ribz’ nosh was thrown away, I felt some doubt when I served up tonight’s proper spare rib in sauce meal. It did not look well presented, I’d put far too much sauce on the ribs, the garden peas and turnip was slightly overcooked, the mushrooms undercooked, and the tomatoes, being out-of-season were a little bitter tasting, but this was expected. Before we joined the Common Market as it was known then, I always looked forward to the arrival of new seasons Guernsey and Jersey tomatoes with great relish. We don’t even see them on the market nowadays! Boo!

In the final analysis, although and despite it looking a mess, I gave it a Flavour-Rating of 7/10. The only down-side apart from the poorly cooked vegetables was the absolute sticky-mess I made of my fingers, chest, belly and mouth, eating the ribs. But I licked the fingers dry, leaving an adhesive coating on them and my tongue, before going to wash the pots and me. Hehe!

I completed the pot washing, and moved, jiggled the drying clothes about a bit. Then took a much needed, but pathetic attempt at a wee-wee. A URPD (Ultra-Resistant-Painful-Dripping) mode. (Why I bothered, I’d get rid of more liquid when shaking Inchy after the event usually! Humph!) But things ain’t usual at the moment. I must get to see the doctor about this before the retained fluid causes my bladder to blow-up!

Despite, or perhaps because of, the day’s anxieties, problems, trials and tribulations, I found it almost impossible to get off to sleep. I was mentally worn-out, wearied and tired enough surely? The ups & downs, and my mind’s thought-blasts kept the brain far too occupied. I don’t know when it was I eventually nodded off but can remember the news coming on the TV, at 23:00hrs! My usual head-down time is around 16:00 > 17:00hrs. So, I’d been up for twenty-three hours of frustrating hassle.

And, the intercom is still not working. Not that this will bother anyone other than the affected uninformed of the situation Nottingham City Homes tenants!

Evenin’ all!

Inchcock Today – Wed 23 Oct 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops enjoyed today. Phwert!

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2019 sOct 23

Wednesday 23rd October 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 23ain Hydref 2019

Oct 23

02:20hrs: I woke, almost thoughtless, it was great. No Worry-Storm in the brain-box, totally unfathomable as to why, but I liked it! Within seconds, I was rising from the Brother-In-Law knackered second-hand, £300, rickety recliner, on the way to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for another HDT (Heavy-Duty-Torrential) wee-wee.

While releasing the wee-wee, I became aware of the lack of bother from RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), Anne Gyna, and Back-Pain Brenda. Had I died, and no one told me? Hehehe!

3Wed001The idea of hobbling to the kitchen without using the stick came to mind – followed by a warning from my EQ. So, I took in the message, usually right, for the trip with the new four-prong stick. But no bother came, I’ll give it a bit of time. I made a brew of Glengettie and took the medications. I tipped the tablets out from the Chemist-filled Tablet-Pouch.

WD 250.0.250 I was under the impression when these arrived, that they had sent me a double-dos3Wed01Qe of prescriptions, but found on opening, they only half-filled them. The reason for tipping them into a bowl this time was I was getting fed-up with dropping one or more each time I tried to tip them into the tiny-pill tray I’d been using. And then having to locate them, clean them, and take them. Hehe!

3Wed001bI got the handwashing from last night onto the airer.

A summoning from the innards to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off I went to the wet room. Yet another change in style this morning. Really messy, Urgh!

WD 250.0.250 Cleaning me and various parts of the wet room up, took me ages to get done, and while doing it, having to bend, kick-started Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda off! Humph! The pain relief didn’t last for long, did it? But I appreciated it while it lasted. The EQ was right, as usual.

WD 250.0.250 When I came out and went to make another brew before starting on the computer, being lighter now, I saw and was surprised by the thick fog out there! I took photographs to the left, straight ahead, and to the right.

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WD 250.0.250 Made the tea, and got the computer on. Oh, dearie me!

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WD 250.0.250 This went on for hours. Making life difficult with the computing, and getting the diary updated took yonks! But by blind determination, assisted my some silent-bad-language,  I eventually got it done and posted.

WD 250.0.250 At about 08:30hrs, a screeching-metallic noise came from somewhere nearby. Gawd, it was loud and lasted for about 10 seconds. I abandoned the computer chair, and went on a seek & find mission!  I seeked but did not find what it was or where it came from. Taping and knocking noises were heard for several hours, but they were obviously from above, where the screeching seemed to be all around? Ah, just another of the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucinations, all rife!

I had to get the ablutions seen to before the Iceland delivery arrived. I double-checked on the email message, to be sure what time to expect it.

WD 250.0.250 A new email had come in from the company. They were short delivering: the Sherbert saucers, and the Milk Roll bread! Tut-tut!

3Wed01sOn the way to the wetroom, I heard another screeching noise again, not as loud and of a shorter duration.

WD 250.0.250 The one thing I did not check last time, was the new intercom, so I had a look, but it had failed again! I hope the buzzer thing works when the chap or lady arrives with the groceries. Fingers crossed then. I got into the oh, so cold wet room, and started the ablutionisationing. I stripped off and checked the legs before doing the teggies and shaving. They didn’t look too good, to me. Humph! Yet the pain of RAI was not so bad at the moment. The Clopidogrel was raging, and the old ankle ulcer looked to be trying to burst out again?

3Wed01fWD 250.0.250 The teggies were a struggle, as the right hand and fingers were both a bit non-responsive to touch. I tried using the left dandy and what a laugh!

WD 250.0.250 The shaving was perhaps a little too close? Again, the hand and fingers caused problems. At this point, the dropsies consisted of Flannel 1, Razors 3, Shaving foam 1, and After-shave bottle 2. (Used to stop the bleeding)

3Wed01ga WD 250.0.250 As I got in the shower, I clouted my head on the control-box edge. Rinsed off the shaving foam, and had an excellent refreshing shower. Even if it did seem so cold in there this morning. I could hear knocking, drilling, and tapping while the shower was on, so it had to be nearby. The fire sprinkler fitters, maybe. Despite the injuries, I felt in fairly-good condition.

3Wed01iI dried off and got dressed, all bar the socks: with my accifauxpa record since getting up, I thought I’d leave off the socks and avoid any conflict with the sock-glide. Haha!

WD 250.0.250 The nick on the nut bled a bit more, so I dosed it with after-shave, that did the trick. It made me jump a bit, and mutter some mild naughty words mind. Hehe!

3Wed02Back on the computer, it was still dead slow! Started on this blog, until the intercom rang, and I heard it (another mystery), the release button worked, and the chap was soon at the door, he put the groceries inside the door for me. I signed his tablet and thanked him, and off I went for another HDT (Heavy-Duty-Torrential) wee-wee!

3Wed01TI got the stuff stored away, planning to have the frozen Smokey Sausage and beans ready-meal later. 

I’d wedged the door open with the trolley to get the bags in, so I went to close it and spotted some new pipework had been done in the hallway.

WD 250.0.250 Back to the computer and did a bit, but things were that slow, I gave up. This damned Fries internet service is causing me dysbulia!

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I decided to take the bags to the waste chute, then go to see the Wardens if they are in their holding-cell, interrogation office, then go up to the roof at Winwood Court, to take some pictures, as the fog was thinning quickly now, and the sunshine, although not warm, was coming out.

Then, the Amazon monthly delivery of the Mannon Lemon Wafers arrived from Amazon. A reet-treat! Bootiful! Tangy and tasty! Delightful! And expensive! Har-har!

3Wed03I got the five bags made up for the waste chute, and struggled to the chute-room with them and deposited them down the shaft. Then returned to the apartment and got the nibble bag and pressies in the trolley, and back out again,  down in the lift to the ground floor lobby. A mass of posters was on the notice board. One was from Jenny, she is still organising the Meal to Arnold. I really would like to go again with Jenny and Frank, but with how I am at the moment, it would be very embarrassing for me, the shakes, losing contact with the fingers and hands, would undoubtedly mean Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangplops with eating. Just like they do at the flat. But here, there is only me to cope with and self-mortify and shame. I think it is on a Tuesday anyway, so will clash with the After-Stroke Physio sessions. But, I do appreciate her efforts for us, so much. ♥

WD 250.0.250 I made my way along the link-passage. As soon as the swipe door opens to Winwood Court, you are greeted by a lovely warmth, a stark contrast to how Woodthorpe Court feels. I got to the Wardens Den. All three of them were in, with a selection of handsome, fit-looking young workmen. It makes yer sick! Well me, anyway. Ha-ha-ha! I dropped the pressie off, handed the nibble bag around, and had a chat. (Precious that!) When the wafers where delivered, I saved the air-bags they used, and took them as well, cause they are larger than normal ones, and the gals love popping-them! And did so as soon as they were handed over!

3Wed05I departed, and got in the lift to the top floor of Winwood Court, to take some pictures from the rooftop. The restroom was not being used by anyone. It is spacious, nice and warm and had facilities galore. I went out on to the roof. The doors have now been repaired, and both opened when I pressed the button. Lovely!

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3Wed12aShame about the leaks in the roof, it has always leaked since being installed.

I went back into the perfectly heated and looked after rest-area room. So much care has gone into planning the layout and available extras.

As you can see, the luxury-status room lacks for nothing, only Winwood Court residents, visiting. Oh, I am jealous again! Hehehe!

After a nosey-around, I got in the lift and returned through the link-passage back to the dark, grungy, cold Woodthorpe Court.

WD 250.0.250 I spotttttted… did you see that? I left the extra t’s on, to show you how often I have to amend and correct things when the fingers lose their sensitivity to touch, same when shaving, no wonder I can’t get jobs done, and they take so long to do! Moan-Over!

3Wed14WD 250.0.250 What was I saying? Oh, yes! I spotted either a contact or a security device. Or both, hanging from one of the doors in the passageway.

I was struggling with my balance and the trolley for a while. Which made me appreciate the help from the After-Stroke team and the Red Cross, in getting me this trolley-walker. 3Wed15Without any doubt, it had been an accident saver for me, on many occasions, like just now!

They even have motion-sensors for the lights in the warm-snug passageway. Did I mention it was so comfortable and warm in Winwood Court?

When I got through the swipe-door at the end of the corridor, I shuddered involuntarily! It was that cold in there! Just thought I’d mention it! Humph!

Being lunchtime, I called in to see Robert, the caretaker and offer him a nibble. (No answer to that, Hahaha!) We had a little natter, which I always appreciate. Like when Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Pole Dancer Angela called last night. She made a point of having a short chinwag with me, and caring actions like this, are so appreciated. ♥

I said my farewells, and withdrew, to the elevator and back up to the flat. I had another HDT (Heavy-Duty-Torrential) wee-wee.  And the photographs from camera SD card to CorelDraw. Titivated a couple up, and got them all on WordPress to use as I updated this post.

WD 250.0.250 I had a break, when, you guessed it…

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3Wed21I got the oven heating, ready for the cooking of the Smokey sausage & bean casserole, later on. I hope it will be tasty.

Went for another HDT wee-wee. At least the water-demands have all been of a similar nature today, even if a tad fierce perhaps?

3Wed22I made a brew of tea and got the medications taken. I then had a go at getting the Nokia camera, no… Nikon camera to take a landscape photograph. Changed the settings, then took a picture from the balcony. And success! It came out just grand! At least know now, how to change it back in the settings. If I remember.

WD 250.0.250 As I turned to come back in from the balcony, I saw so many dead insects on and under the floorboards. Bees, midges and flies! And the cold had gone through to the flat when I opened the window! Grumph & Carbolic!

Then I got the casserole in the oven after reading the cooking instructions. It needs 30 minutes with the cellphone punctured, then I have to take it out, remove the plastic and give it another 15 minutes. What are your odds of me having an Accifauxpa while doing it? I set the timer and took it with me to the computer to update this… It was slow going, but at least the Virgin media was working again.

I stripped the cellophane off of the container, stirred the concoction and put it back in the oven, also added a sourdough baguette, in the hopes that everything will be cooked at the same time.

Getting tired now. Had a quick go at Facebooking photos. But…

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Gave up on computing. Gerumph!

I’ll have to catch-up in the morning. Globdangerations!

I got the ready-made meal into the oven. Later adding the gungo beans and BBQ sauce. And had a read of the contents written on the sleeve. Which were, (get ready…)

Cooked roasted red pepper sausages (29%) – (pork (76%), roasted red pepper (16%), citrus fibre, salt, spices, herb, garlic, dried red pepper, filled into a beef collagen casing), passata, water, sliced red pepper (9%), roasted onion (9%), roasted red pepper, cannellini beans (3.5%), red kidney beans (3.5%), sliced spring onion, onion purée, diced carrot, garlic purée, pork bouillon, yeast extract, ham powder, pork, salt, antioxidant (rosemary extract), onion powder), Worcester sauce (water, white vinegar, sugar, salt, tamarind extract, onion powder, barley malt extract, garlic powder, ground ginger, concentrated lemon juice, clove powder, chilli powder), maize starch, spices (contains mustard), salt, seaweed granules. Oh boy, what have I bought? This might not be a good idea! I got the timer on, and after 30 minutes, took it out, removed the film, stirred it, added the gungo beans & Texan BBQ sauce. Back in the oven with the Sourdough baguette for 15-minutes longer.

3Wed22I felt a little dubious as I served it up on the tray. Put the things in to soak in the oven, and into the junk room and on the recliner to eat this, what I thought was an over ingredientated meal. It was great! I expected it to be too hot and spicy for me. But it tasted spot-on to me! A 2Tue25flavour-rating of 7.7/10! I devoured it with more relish than I have any meal for days now!

I think this list of health and danger listing, shows it to be a healthy meal? But I’m not sure. It was indeed a coenaculous meal, that was enjoyed with degust.

It was £3.50 and was 550g. I expect Iceland will have run out of stock by the time I get to go and buy some more! Huh!

With a warm, satisfied feeling in the stomach, I washed the pots and got the handwashing done.

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3Wed23I just had to take this shot of the paradisaical, colourful evening sky. I used the Nikon camera, as it has a ‘Night Landscape’ option, which seems to come out more vivid than the Auto one. I’ll try an Auto and a Night one of the same scenes for the morning’s view, so I can show the difference between them.

I had a drink of something that I have not had for donkey’s years – A can of Pepsi, a sugar-free one. It got the wind-up for me! I got them on offer, delivered from Iceland. A shame the ycould not supply the Sherberts and bread as well. Grrr!

I was pretty sure that sleep would come quickly tonight. I couldn’t have wronger! Humph!

WD 250.0.250 I spent hours and hours, not even any short nod-offs! I watched the TV later into the night than I have done since in my teens! Gawd knows when I did get to kip, but I remember a Law & Oder programme starting at 23:00hrs. I reckon I must have nodded-off while that was on.

WDPleft02WD 250.0.250 Will, I ever catch up on the Nottingham City Homes-Repair team’s imposed sleeping ban of nine-days duration?

I’m not too hopeful. Haha!

TTFNski.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 22nd October 2019: A reet different day today! A long one, sorry!

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2019 sOct 22

Tuesday 22nd October 2019

Scots Gaelic: Dimàirt 22 Dàmhair 2019

Oct 22

12:30hrs: I woke in a fratchy, irritated mood, to start with anyway. Due the my not being able to sleep for longer than ten minutes at a time, then waking up with the mind being tormented with worries and concerns every time I stirred awake! I’m unsure if I am suffering neurosis, aganglionosis, or psychosis. I know I have onychocryptosis (An ingrowing toenail) Hehehe!

This time, I got up, I needed the Porcelain Throne anyway. I struggled quickly free of the second-hand, c1968, horrendously rickety recliner – the one Xyrophobia-suffering crook,  Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting and stealing my valuables. Well, he knows I’m leaving them in my will to Sister Jane, and he thought it would save him time and effort in fetching them later. Makes sense, I suppose? I’ve half-a-mind to change the will! Hahaha!

WD 60.25.0 The evacuation was far messier than of late. A lot of cleaning up was needed afterwards. The sink plug hole was blocked again! I put a bottle of Sink-Unblocker down the pipe after I managed to free it. It costs me a fortune and a lot of bother to keep buying these to use almost every day, and I dropped the toilet roll twice! Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

2Tue02aTo the kitchen, took the medications, made a brew, and wrung-out the handwashing and got it on the airers.

Then I got on the computer… Well, that was the plan anyway. But Mr $19 salaried Fries, head of the Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media, had other ideas, again!

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The rigmarole of getting it back on had to be gone through again. The reset button didn’t work. Computer off then back on again, tried resetting. It didn’t work. Turned everything off, left it ten minutes and tried again, after giving the pathetic Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media another ten-minutes to come back to strength, and aha! I was back online. It was Bloody Slow Though! Thanks again, Mr Fries! Git!

I pressed on with updating the Sunday blog. Finishing it about three hours later. I posted it off, sent a few photos to Pinterest, Inchcock’s Photos Then went on the WordPress Reader section, some decent stuff on there this morning, so I spent a bit longer than usual viewing others work.

2Tue04I made a start on this blog. After a couple of hours, my phagomania overcame me. So I investigated what was available for some breakfast (A rarity indeed!). However, I remembered the After-Stroke physical exercises later today and opted to have just another mug of tea ad a few shortcake biscuits. When I say, few, it is in a loose manner of the word, perhaps. Hehe!

2Tue03When taking the picture with the Nikon camera, of the biscuits and tea, I got the shakes.

And found I’d chosen the Night Landscape option. So I opened the unwanted, light-and-view-blocking kitchen window and took this effort to see if it would come out any different to the Auto setting. I don’t think it did! Odd, how I get so confused with learning anything new to me, nowadays?

I dunked the biscuits repeatedly in the tea, then got the YouTube on for half-an-hour to watch.

2Tue05WD 60.25.0 I decided I’d walk to town this morning, so I got the ablutions tended to. And a fair job it was too! Dropsies were at a minimum: Toothbrush, toothpaste, flannel and Sock-Glide are all I recall dropping… oh, and the shower stool when I moved it out to mop the shower afterwards. No bleeding today, either. The pins (legs) were not in good condition this morning but were not giving me much, if any pain. Other than Arthur Itis of course, who grumbles every time any bending of the knees takes place. Tsk!

I made up some black bags, two small recycling bags and put the cleaned empty sauce and beetroot jars in the trolley as well. I took the small and black bags to the chute, hen realised it was too early to put them down yet. I’m so glad I remembered! But unsure if I will forget to put them down later! I put them in the corner, praying I would not forget about them when I came home. (Miserably, I failed, they went right out of my head, until the following morning at 02:30hrs, when again it was too early to use the noisy chute!)

2Tue06I took the jars down with me.

I poddled out of the foyer into the dark, gloomy, very nippy and chilly, but rainless, dry morning, and deposited the empties into the overflowing City of Nottingham, pensionary, senior Citizens, alcoholics bottle-bank-bin Hehe!

2UseI set off on my mini-marathon, at a fair rate of knots for me, too. (The route taken, is graphicalised on the right-hand side here.)

The hands were getting cold as I plodded along Chestnut Walk and turned right to go down Winchester Street. 

WD 60.25.0 I almost had an Accifauxa with the three-wheeler walking-guide as I started hobbling down the hill.

I’ve no idea why, I didn’t have any Dizzy Dennis bother, but suddenly the trolley leant over to the right, and I thought after the event, how lucky I was to have regained my balance with the cart, and not gone on a tumble.

It could have been a lingering trace of my beloved Woodthorpe Court’s spirit. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, that had followed me. Hehehe! But all was well after a few moments, and the trolley-guide, that does not like going downhill at any time, behaved itself again.

2Tue07When I arrived at the junction with Mapperley Rise, I could see the early morning traffic was queuing at the temporary traffic lights on the steepest part of the hill. I turned and took this slightly blurry zoomed-in shot. Not one of my bestest! Humph!

As I limped on down Winchester Street, to Mansfeld Road, I noticed the fantastic change in the sky. I took these shots, one of up the hill, the other downwards. The second one almost looked like a rainbow up there in the skies!

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2Tue10aBy the time I’d walked down near Mansfield Road, the day had got so much lighter, and quickly too.

WD 60.25.0 When I hobbled along Mansfield Street, a car had parked so far onto the pavement: I had to collapse the trolley for me to get through the gap! Never mind, eh!

2Tue11I plodded through Marshall Street and out onto the main road. I turned left and saw how busy the place looked. There was an almost lively look to Mansfield Road. The buses were plentiful, but I wouldn’t be tempted into catching one – it was too early to use my bus pass! Hehehe!

2Tue12I concentrated on avoiding the holes, dips and cracks in the pavement, and I doddered, determinedly onward. Up the hill and down into Carrington. In the distance, I could see the traffic far ahead at the Hucknall Road traffic light junction, with ominous blue lights flashing. Oh, dear!

2Tue13As I was passing my beloved, but unreliable Sherringham Park Medical Practise, a lady pavement cyclist was steaming at high speed towards me. I fumbled to get the camera out in time to get a snap before she had gone, hence the dodgy quality of the photo. That’s my story, anyway. Haha!

2Tue14Much further along, and the Gregory Boulevard traffic island, I thought I’d take a snap of the traffic, as it was getting busier now. 60.25.0. Neighbour. Another ill-defined, disaster of a photograph!

WD 60.25.0 And yet, the hands seemed to be okay, and no Peripheral Neulagia shakes were felt or identified? This trait was baffling me somewhat, not knowing why the pictures were so blurred?

2Tue15I got over the crest of the hill and down towards the City Centre along Mansfield Road.

An ignorant, nasty, uncaring Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came by me from behind, and he caught my shoulder, but only lightly. But it still made me jump a bit. Swine!

But, for some reason, I was in a decent mood, and it did not bother me as much as it usually would have. Anyway, as you might be able to see, the paving stones on this sidewalk, need my concentration, to avoid having any Accifauxpas!

It was slow going until the slabs changed at the bottom of the hill. The trolley did get stuck in ruts and bits of broken slabs a few times, but my being in Defcon One mode, I coped without any accidents.

WD 60.25.0 I called in the Bargain Shop. Where I bought, some treats for the nurses and patients at the After-Stroke session. I also got some stick-on hooks; and why I bought them, is a mystery to me now! I tried some years ago, when I first moved into this flat, and they were crap! Why? What for? Humph!

The knees and feet were hardly painful at all after the mini-marathon? I made my way onto Goldsmith Street and took a couple of shots of the Trent University main buildings.

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2Tue19Not many students about yet? (This soon changed, though) I turned right to take a picture of one of the ugliest buildings in the City Centre. The rear of the Royal Concert Hall, and believe me, it is still prettier than the front of it is!

WD 60.25.0 I’m afraid the photo I took of the front of the monstrosity, has done one of the mysterious disappearing acts from the SD card! Grrr!

I got in the Church Hall and greeted those already in there. Handed the nibbles out to the nurse. We soon launched into the exercise routines. During which, both of the hearing aid batteries ran out simultaneously. Which amused the others, as I couldn’t hear the commands being shouted out to stop, and move on to the next physio torture exercice. Hehehe!

WD 60.25.0 I had to miss or try only half-heartedly, doing the knee bending exercises. But, for the first time, after about eight sessions, the After-Stroke Obersturmbannfhreress, Tasmin, almost seemed to understand why, and issued no looks of ‘Doubt;’ ‘Suspicion’ or of a ‘Dubious’ nature in my direction. Well, not when I was looking, anyway. Of course, I could not hear what she was saying anyhow.

WD 60.25.0 Same with the music for the dancing sessions, I could not keep in timing with the music I couldn’t hear. Then, there was a rest and relaxing session. Tasmin talked us through it, while the music played to calm us. I just sat there and picked my nose, trying not to pass-wind, waiting for the session that I couldn’t hear anyway, had finished.

We had a talk-it-out session, about our experiences having and after our strokes. I was the only one who lost total control of bodily functions, (Tears gushed from my eyes, I spewed up and nearly choked on it, passed everything from the rear end, and wee-wee’d myself, all at the same time, then collapsed on the escaped bodily-mess, on the floor!) I know this because I asked the others if anyone had suffered embarrassing movements while having their stroke. But eight out of the ten patients there had not even known they were having a stroke.

But, I enjoyed this session more than any before. Being paired with Precious helped, I’m sure. The gal is in a poor way, and this allowed me to do bits to help, and it 1Mon09bcheered me up, and I hope, the gal too.

No bowling again this week. Instead, we got two table games going. Divided the members into two teams of four, or a four and a five. (Well, we went to which table we were directed to)

A building block game, and one of the Dominoes on the other table. I was on the Domino team, with Precious and two others. We were all instructed to use our worse hands. Which produced a bit of fun, as I was placing a domino, and got the nerve-relinking hand at the time, and it shot off about fifteen-foot away across the hall! Hehe! Thankfully, it didn’t hit anyone on its trip! Only two of we four knew how to play the game. Which gave me another chance to get Precious involved, we all seemed to enjoy it!

When we swapped over tables, I soon had the support of the others, in my declining to bother. The blocks scattered about many onto the floor at my first and only effort to try the game. If I had stayed playing the game, we would all have spent the time picking up blocks and no time left to play. I stayed nearby, supporting Precious. Again, it went down well with the folks, many a laugh and smile!

2Tue20We broke up after the games were enjoyed. I offered my farewells, and set off to Tesco, to try and get some Puff Pastry fingers and milk. As I was walking down through Trinity Square, I espied what was left of a push-cycle, chained to the bike-stand! The Nottinghamian Bike-Stealers had taken all but the frame! Gits!

2Tue21I made my way into Victoria Centre (Mall), and to the Tesco store. I came out with Gammon steaks, fresh tomatoes and three packs of the shortcrust fingers, and £5.50 lighter. (I did forget to get the milk though, I didn’t realise it then, but did on the bus home later!) What a Schmuck! I paid and departed, out onto Milton Street.

2Tue22Where I took this picture of the buses, especially for Sandie, Marie, Pattie and Lona, TFZer gals, because I know (I think?) they are interested in our different-coloured buses. ♥

Then I hobbled on to Upper Parliament Street, to walk down to Queen Street and wait for the next L9 bus.

2Tue23I spotted how cram-packed that Clumber Street was today. I took this snap, getting a scowl, but two smiles from the three lads in the frame. Hehe!

I only had eight minutes to wait for the L9 to arrive. And was soon ensconced in the side-saddle seat, on the way home, and battling not to get rattled off of the chair! A lady from the flats got on the bus and slipped me a Nuthall’s Minto sweet, bless her. Oh, they are now called Bassetts Mintoes by the way, another independent company bought up by the conglomerates!

It was as we arrived on Mapperley Tops, that I remembered I had not got the milk at Tesco! For heavens sakes, Tsk! So, I dropped off the bus on Sherwood Rise and made my way to the Aldi Store. I came out £6.36 lighter, with; Canned garden peas, sourdough baguettes, deodorant, Brunswick cooked ham, rice and cheese rolls. I paid at the checkout and 2Tue24repacked the good at the counter.

Then walked along to Mapperley Rise to walk back down to the flats. Taking this shot of the magnificent thick Cumulus clouds in the sky. So beautiful. The walk down the Rise, was a little stressful, making my way around the Gas Repair holes in the ground, and barriers and 5Fri007ccracks in the pavement. No photographs were taken, I was too concentrated with getting home safely and keeping the three-wheeler upright.

I got into the flats, and through the link-passage to my Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, proffering illusion, delusion, confusion, stress-making, & hallucination bearing home!

As I neared the swipe door into Woodthorpe Court, the sad, pathetic fact that I had still not got any milk dawned on me! With morosity at my failure now evident, I got up to the apartment, to find the lights on in the hallway? I thought I had turned them off? I’d have put money on it! Ah, well!

I had an ELPJL (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) wee-wee. Washed, made a brew, and pondered about the lack of milk situation. After much prevaricating, ruminating and ideation, I opted to make an Iceland order for the morning delivery – for milk! But of course, there is a minimum order. So, I placed some instant potatoes onto the list, a lot of them. Just in case the potato crop is crap and really is as bad as they say it is. And ordered more kitchen towels. I hope I live long enough to use ’em. Har-har!

I was now well-shattered healthwise. But I had enjoyed today’s After-Stroke session such a lot and was proud of my mini-hobble to get to it. But now, I was paying the price. Hehe!

2Tue25I got some nosh sorted and served up.

Baked beans with caramelised balsamic vinegar flavouring added. And some buttered cheesy-tomato cobs. Got settled into the Xyrophobia-suffering crooked, but good looking  Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting and stealing my valuables as he fitted more clandestine CCTV cameras in the flat, so he can work-out when I am showering, eating or sleeping so he can call me on the landline.

The meal was only fairish. 5/10. I shan’t be using the caramelised balsamic any more. The bottle will be emptied, rinsed and find its way into the rubbish bin! Eugh!

I did the handwashing, made up a bottle of spring water and orange cordial, and settled to watch two police programmes on the TV. Off course, because I didn’t want to sleep, and usually cannot get to sleep when I want to… I fell asleep!

About an hour later, the landline burst into life, and the red light flashed. I half-asleep, half-fell out of the recliner to get to it before it stopped. I was pleased when I heard Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Catwalk Model, Angela Gould, on the other end of the line. But it was hard to concentrate being so confused after waking. IT certainly was nice to get the call, all the same. Thank you.

I had a wee-wee, another of the ELPJL mode. Took a guzzle of the spring water concoction. Jiggled the handwashing on the airers. And gt down in the recliner again.

I lay there expecting to struggle to get back to sleep… within what seemed seconds… Zzzz!

 

Inchcock Today – Mon 21 Oct 2019: Stuck indoors again – but the beautiful Phlebotomy nurse’s visit did me good!

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2019 sOct 21

Monday 21st October 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 21 Listopada 2019. Godine

Oct 21

02:35hrs: I woke and wriggled a bit, involuntarily passed wind, and it was apparent that RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), was in a better mood this morning, but Back-Pain-Brenda was still irked about my near-tumble last night.

I rose, lifting my ever-increasing body-mass from the Xyrophobia-suffering, thieving 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 five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, recliner.

6Sat06WDPStraightTyping this reminded me of the crow I thought I’d seen last week when I took this picture. Come to think of it, I might have been a cleverly clandestine designed imitation Crow-shaped ‘Drone’. Building them and spying on people is one of Pete’s hobbies, along with sneakily fitting secret CCTV cameras in peoples homes, and stealing valuables! I think Sister Jane mentioned something about he was creating a new expensive long-range model drone-droid, to add to his arsenal? Mmm? Back to the diary, got myself sidetracked there.

WDP09LWD 0.50.0 2 I made towards the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), to find it filled up more than ever before. How this can happen, and me not being aware, I find astounding. If ever I have to get up from a seat or chair, at any time, you can be sure it is going to be uncomfortable and painful. Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Back-Pain-Brenda and Hernia Harry, or any combination of, are going to complain in the only way they know how – by hurting me! So, how in the name of Gawd, do I get up and wee, then sit down again, several times, judging by the quantity in the bucket, without my remembering doing so? Come on you in-the-know educated folks, tell me, please! Hehe! Lynton? I’d love to know and understand!

Anyroad, I topped up the fluid in the bucket with an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee and took the container for emptying and disinfecting off to the wet-room. To my surprise, I did not need to use the Porcelain Throne? I felt all the escapages of wind I was passing, might be a sign of the need to go, but no!

WDPrightWD 0.50.0 2 After emptying and sanitising the bucket, I noticed that  I had not got the alarm-wristlet on! I was not panicking, at first. It had to be somewhere in the wet room, the only place I take it off when indoors. But despite my in-depth searching, looking in every nook and cranny, it wasn’t to be found! Now the stomach is getting a little knotted, and I was a bit tensed up about this, as well as self-derogatory feelings in the mind.

1Mon01WDPright05WD 0.50.0 2 Off I went to check in the recliner room. And found signs of Nocturnal-Nibbling having taken place! It was far too early to use the vacuum cleaner yet. But this didn’t bother me as much as my exploration to find the wristlet! I’d half-hoped to find it on the bookcase, where I often leave it when going out. Phwert!

After a good hunt around, I had no luck in 1Mon05finding it.

Off to the kitchen and fumbled around looking and failing to find the alarm! Annoyed and so angry with myself now.

As a final thought, I might have gone out wearing it and put it in the jacket pocket.

So back into the hallway, and searched the 1Mon03pockets, without any success. I hobbled looking on the floor, in case it had dropped off, the strap broke or the like.

Then I spotted it! Wondrous, once I saw it, I remembered leaving it there when I came back after dishing up the cheesy-meal to Josie’s flat yesterday! While feeling so pleased that I had found it, the inner self-traducement long-winded and cruelly vicious! I didn’t spare the verbal rod with myself!

1Mon02At long last, I got around to doing the medication-taking and made a brew.

The cleaned bucket was soon in regular use again: various types of wee-weeing were performed in it over the next few hours. If there were an award for passing-water, I would surely have qualified! Hehe! I suppose it’s best to make a laugh at these things. Innit?

1Mon04But I must remember to remove it before my beloved phlebotomy nurse♥ arrives, also I must get the ablutions done in time as well.

So, I did the updating to the Sunday post as quickly as I could. Only stopping for the odd visits to the GPEB, and making a few brews, I took this photograph on the right.

WDPright03WD 0.50.0 2 I got the big bag of recyclables bagged, and took it down to the bin outside. went to put it in the bin, only to find they have now locked the lid, leaving a tiny port-hole to put the stuff in through! So, I just left the big white bag on the floor next to it.

WDP 08L02WD 0.50.0 2 Then, try not to laugh too loud! I went to go back in, and realised I had not taken the door fob with me! So, I waited until someone came along to let me return into the flats. Things were getting a little tetchy and ratty today.

7Sun10Ah, the time has flown!

Got the handwashing done, and hung up to dry. Just a shirt and pair of socks. (I always cringe when I write socks, it makes me think of the sock-glide battles, Haha!)

WDP 10LWD 0.50.0 2 Then, as I hung-up  the shirt, I missed the bar and both hangers came tumbling down. All the washing fell on the floor! So, I put them in the bowl again, to soak overnight. Grumph and botherations!

I must get the ablutions sorted out, and get the nocturnal-nibbling evidence cleaned up. Back in a while, I hope!

WDP 08LWD 0.50.0 2 WD 0.50.0a 2 Well, what a Whoopsiedangleplop, Accifauxpas ridden session that was! If it was go-wrongable, it seems it did! These things are sent to try us. It’s just that I reckon I’m getting more of the trying things than others are! Haha!

  • The sink blocked when having a shave.
  • The blue toothbrush handle broke.
  • Dropped this session: Shaving foam can, toothpaste, shower-head, & flannel (3).
  • The shaving foam ran out, well stopped working with plenty left in it?
  • A few cuts shaving!
  • Stubbed the toe!
  • The shower drain was very slow.
  • Nicked finger on the sock-glide holder!

WDP 08L02WD 0.50.0 2 Got all perfumed-up and dressed, and went to the kitchen. Where I nearly went head-over-foot on a slippery patch! So I got sorted out and started to mop the floor.

The door chimes rang out, I called ‘come in’, but no one did. So, I risked life and limb walking over the slippery floor to get to the door. It was Josie, bless her, returning the plate tray and cutlery from yesterday’s nosh. Said she enjoyed it, which was good to hear. We had a minute or so chinwagging, said out farewells, and back to her flat she went, and I returned to the kitchen mopping up session.

1Mon07I was almost finished when the Intercom chimed-out. It was the most beautiful Polish Phlebotomy Nurse. She kindly let me finish the mopping, before taking two vials of blood today. She told me why, but I didn’t catch what she said. After her taking the blood, she had a look at the kitchen floor and found it was still slippery. She asked if I’d mind her mopping it again, I thanked her, and she soon had the tiny room washed for me once more. She said when it had dried, I must check and if it is still slippery, put something down, even if it is only paper. Bless her cotton socks! ♥. Off she floated, as you would expect from an Angel!

I eventually got the nocturnal-nibbling evidence removed from the recliner, with the hand-held vacuum.

ReclinerThen pondered about tomorrow’s, last, I think it is, After-Stroke Physio session. I had a hunt around for the right money for the bus fare, but could not find any. Off course, I used to keep spare cash for just an occasion. But they were stolen along with all my other monies, by my Xyrophobia-suffering, house robbing, Brother-in-Law Pete, when he was flat-breaking (He called it flat-sitting) when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTV cameras, had an in-depth ferret-around for my valuables, found them, and stole them all. (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later). I don’t expect to get them returned, they are suddenly too heavy to carry back to the flat, but were not too heavy to lift and take away when he committed the robbery? He’s a bit of a bully-boy, so I’ll say nowt else.

So, more suffering for Old Inchcock. I may have to walk to the session or overpay for the bus fare. Enough of this talk, it’ll only make him feel better knowing the hassle he’s caused me. Humph!

I got the Sun blog updated finished and started this one.

1Mon08Fatigued again, I got the nosh prepared. A hastily prepared cold nosh. Surimi, tuna, beetroot, tomatoes, chip-sticks, old rather stale milk roll bread, an apple and an out-of-date limoncello dessert. Favour Rating: 6/10.

But I was ready to collapse and sleep when I made it. Not that sleep came properly, of course.

WD 0.50.0 2 I washed the pots and settled in the rickety recliner, and gave up trying for any kip, and put on a Claude Van Dame movie to watch. The duration of the film was 93 minutes. But by the time it had been viewed, it was about three hours later! Constantly nodding off for a few minutes, waking and rewinding to find where it was I nodded-off, only to nod-off again and continually repeating the process. It ruined the film for me!

Tsk!

Inchcockski – Thur 17 Oct 2019: Sophrology, was needed today!

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2019 sOct 17

Thursday 17th October 2019

Polish: Czwartek 17 Października 2019 r

Oct 17

WD 100.20.0 03:55hrs: Sometimes, I wish I could obnubilate my own, twisted, tormenting, almost scary thoughts. This morning is one of those days. I’m afraid! Bonkersness seems to be approaching, the body is decaying, failing, so I expected the mind to follow. Nottingham City Homes Repairs lies, and an uncaring attitude towards me didn’t help things my involuntary relinquishment of sanity. The sleep deprivation over the more than a week of promises they would arrive, but didn’t, was possibly the worst bit. The waiting in for the promised visit, from eight until ten in the evening, and trying to stay awake, just in case anyone arrived (Hahaha!, fool!) day after day, did me no good either. It certainly had something to do with my funny turn at the After-Stroke Physio session. In all the turmoil and frustration, I forgot to make my appointment with the podiatrist, so I am now still going to suffer from their failings. I’m still trying to catch up on the kip now. However, thanks to interventions from physios, doctors, and management of Nottingham City Homes, I now have hot water! But the spirits are still low and dejected. That’s it, for now, I’ll try not to mention the scurrilous and derogatory treatment and lack of respect and communication I’ve suffered again. I hope to live long enough to get over it. Oddly, I feel a little better for having scripting this paragraph, but it still wrangles!

After the little mind-blast of various ailments, worries etc. I removed my ever-growing bigger belly with a skinny armed and legged torso attached, from the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-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.

4Thu03WD 100.20.0 And off to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. And it’s hard to even for me to believe, but the evacuation was even more massive and longer than yesterday’s session! I genuinely am concerned that the WC system may fail to remove the mass one day! Not too bad though, at least things were a lot less messy. Washed the dandies and anticepticated all contact points. I took a shot of the pins (legs), and it seemed like the feet had grown overnight? Haha! The nails were looking awfully long, I must get to the clinic today to book an appointment with the chiropodist. (Thanks, Nottingham City Repairs!)

4Thu01To the kitchen, I took the medications and made a brew.

I took this early morning shot from the kitchen window.

Then on the computer. Updating the Wednesday blog… Hours later, I’d got it completed and sent off.

Then on to Coreldraw to do some templates and graphics. I did a few, then made a start on this one.

WDPG03RHad to stop, to get the ablutions done, before the time for the pulcritudinic phlebotomist arrived. A stand-up job, too early (07:00hrs) to use the noisy shower yet. The session went phenomenally well this morning! The dropsies were only three! (It’s true!) The plughole-unblocker bottle, the flannel, and a razor! The morning battle with the sock-glide was won! No trapped or pinched fingers, no dropping or knocking it over, and no falling off of the throne while putting the hosiery on! Oh, yes, indeed! But, I anticipate paying for this of rare slice of luck later in the day. Humph! The wee-weeing is a rare event as well?

All washed and smelling nice now, ready for the Angel of Mercy to arrive. I put the kettle on and took some pictures of the resisting going down the moon. One distant, and tried to do a zoomed-in one, but I don’t think I will manage a decent close-in shot again, with the fingers getting slowly worse. Oh, also I had to use the Nikon because the battery has gone on the Canon, I put it on to charge. Double Oh, I think I caught a distant crow in the first frame? I thought it was a bug on the computer screen at first!

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4Thu06Beautiful sky, though.

I then visited the crumbling-ceiling balcony, with the finger-traping release locks on the windows, to take this shot of towards Nottingham, a partially zoomed-in effort, to try and depict where the other high-rise flats are. The natural lighting helped pick them out, I think.DEcentish effort, but not brilliant. A bit like me, really! Hehehe!

I went onto the local news site. Gunfire in Basford

Then: Jury hear about two ‘targeted shootings’ in Nottinghamshire murder plot

Then: Third man arrested in connection with firearms discharge, Bilborough

Followed by: Woman poisoned and stabbed in the arm and back in Nottingham

And: 48-year-old clocks up his 253rd crime after damaging cars

Surely proof that soft sentences or hard, don’t work? What’s the answer? I don’t know! 

Just the regular run-of-the-mill stuff, then.

I got the handwashing on the aires, and the Angel Nurse arrived, to take the blood. She came early bless her, but not in time for me to catch the first bus. But this didn’t matter while the beautiful, precious, highly desirable nurse was here, her radiant twinkling smile was my primary appreciation. She soon had me done and sorted. Off she had to run to her next lucky patient. Sob, an inner burst of regret and my passion died!

4Thu07aI gathered the things required, hearing aids in, the correct spectacles on, areas in need had been all medicated, RAI’s (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees were ointmentated with extra Phorpain gel, medications checked, bus pass in pocket, shopping list in the sleeveless jacket pocket (Although this mysteriously disappeared later?), warm jumper adorned, three-wheeler-walker readied, medical alert bands put on the wrists.

WD 100.20.0 A fair bit of time was spent chewing over my feeling of anamesia, double-checking things, often the same area more than once.  Despite this partial panicking that I had forgotten something, or left something on that should be off and visa versa, my dysbulia for the day ahead, remained intact. My plan was to walk up into the park, through the mugger’s twitchel, down the hill and along  Elmswood Gardens, to the Health Centre, and beg for mercy for forgetting about booking in for the podiatrist 14 days ago, amidst the Hot Water Repair Team not arriving farce, and my having to stay indoors, and futile hope of their arrival. Hello, I’m waffling again, sorry about that.

I st off, taking black bags to the waste chute on the way down. I tackled the steep gravel hill up into Woodthorpe Grange Park, but had to stop twice for a breather, as the CIDP affected the breathing. Got to the top, went onto the grass, and turned to take a photo of Windwood Heights. It came out the next day when I got around to updating this post, to be ridden with red-eye! I did my best to get it off, but as you can see with the red-eye-removed picture, I was not entirely successful.

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4Thu08aI pressed on into the park and hobbled through the mugger’s snicket. Coming out into the cold sunshine, down the hill, right to the end of Elmswood Gardens, and into the Sherwood Health Centre. 

I explained my reasons for calling, that being my farce with the Nottingham City Homes repair team keeping indoors for nine days etc. going into details that she didn’t really need to know. But it drew a smile from her. Hehe! Grovelled to the receptionist, begging for an earlier appointment and apologising.

She kindly rang the podiatrist for me, but no other appointments were available until 4Thu21aMonday 4th November at 11:50hrs! A shame that; I just wished that Nottingham City Homes repair team will read this, and appreciate all the hassle, pain and discomfort they have caused for me. A vision came into my mind of how the poor feet might look by the time I arrive to have them treated and the nails cut!

I thanked the young lady and went out into the cold sunshine and walked into Sherwood. I called in the Post Office grocery store on the way to the bus stop. I got some of the flakey-pastry fingers.

4Thu08cThen out to the bus stop. While waiting for the L9, a police car screeched down the hill from the left, and it stopped up near the library. Blues and Twos on. I took this shot of Sherwood, looking at the police car. The picture turned out rather well for a zoomed-in snap, I thought, it gave an impression of busyness; a rarity in Sherwood nowadays!

A few of the Winwood Heights residents got off of the bus, but none recognised me or answered my morning greetings. They were busy taking sensible care as they dismounted the bus. No one on the bus from the flats now. I had a bash at the crossword book, at one time dropping it, and a lady saw me struggling to retrieve the article, and kindly came over to pick it up for me, bless her! So kind of her. The knees were particularly bad this morning, growing worse as the day went on.

4Thu08dI got off of the bus and made my way to the Saver Shop, to get some pipe-unblocker fluid.

I spotted they had some of the toothpaste I like in, at £1, according to the signage on the shelves. I got some washing up liquid and DeoFab as well. When I got home later, I found that I had been charged £1.49 for the toothpaste, and the previously 89p unblocker was now 99p. The tiny bottle of Fairy Liquid was not 79p, but 99p! Of course, it may have been my misreckoning or pure stupidity that was the cause of this. Either way, I was a smidge miffed. Tsk!

4Thu08eThe sunshine grew brighter, but not any warmer.

As I fought my way through the surprising number of Nottinghamian shoppers and shoplifter out and about today.

4Thu08FI arrived at the Asda store and noticed this character, parked up outside the shop, on his gigantic mobile scooter. I hoped he wouldn’t fall off of it, the little man was perched high on it in his seat. I bet he was an HGV driver back in the day. Hehe!

I ended p at the self-serve checkouts, with nut chocolate bars, a can of chilli, bags of nuts, Hoisin sauce, and a packet of rice. £15.59 worth. Packing the trolley bag and carrier was a work of art, to get them all in.

WD 100.20.0 Out to the bus stop. With Arthur Itis getting worse, the knees felt every movement the bus made, braking, swerving, turning etc. It was a terribly painful experience. (So much so, that I struggled to stand up, and get off of the bus!) In Sherwood, some of the Winwood Heights gang got on the bus, including Josie. But she didn’t hear my greetings as she passed me. At the flats, Josie said she did not notice me when she got on the bus. Then she took the carrier off of me, to assist my alighting of the bus. Nice!

As we both walked through the link passages, a bloke was setting up a fruit and veg stall on tables in the Winwood Social Room. Both of us had a nosey around the goods on offer. I bought three large potatoes, they looked perfect for Josie’s cheesy-spud nosh at the weekend! I was a penny short of the £1.50, but he let me off! Josie and I walked on back to the flats in Woodthorpe. It was a bit of a battle to keep up with her, by gum, she can move! Hehehe! Back at the apartments, she even put the bag through my door for me. I fetched her dainty cream cakes from the fridge, and tool them to her. Thanked her for her help, and she retired into her flat, then I did the same… well, into my flat of course. Haha!

The need for food was growing within, so I stripped off, got the handwashing done, and got the meal prepared in between.

WD 100.20.0 As I was about to serve up the nosh, the landline light flashed and rang. It was Brother-in-law Pete. (I still think he uses the CCTV rerouted to his computer, as he always catches me eating, sleeping, on the Throne, or just going out of the door! Guffaw!) He spoke of his CT scan thing for the first time, and we had a chinwag which I enjoyed.  He is now confirmed as being free of the prostate cancer worries, but needs another check elsewhere, on something they spotted while inside his innards with the camera. So not completely free of anxiety, but partly, at least. He thinks they seem to be fast-tracking him, got to go in Friday for more in-depth checks on the newly spotted concern. I hope things go well for him, fingers and everything else crossed! (Not the legs mind, Arthur Itis would not allow that! Chuckle!) Then, chuffin’ hell, someone was knocking on the door, (And there are two bells out there to press!), I had to leave Pete’s chinwagging session (Spit!) as it might be someone from the Nottingham City Homes Repairs team about the crumbling balcony ceiling? But no one was there at the door, but there was some advertising bumph put through the box about pensions? Back to the meal.

4Thu11The feast was made up of Baked beans with added hoisin sauce and garlic, chicken thighs and a freshly rebaked still warm sourdough baguette. A side of a cox’s apple, and some potato biscuits. A Flavour-Rating of 8.4/10 was granted! I might have put in a little too much hoisin sauce. Else an even higher rating would’ve been scored.

WD 100.20.0 ac Got the pots washed, had a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wee, a rinse and stubbed the poor toe nocively against the WC seat-riser legs!

WD 100.20.0 At last, I thought, I can get down, out the TV or a DVD on and nod-off to my hearts content…but no! The landline telephone flashed again! It was a lady from the Sherringham Park Medical Centre, with the test results of the earlier INR blood test (That was quick!) New dosages: Mon 2, Tue 1½, Wed 2, Thurs 1½, Fri 1½, Sat 2, Sun 1½. The result was 2.2 INR. Much better now! Next blood test next Monday, will be arranged. While up, I put in the Die Hard with a Vengeance DVD and settled down to watch it.

WDPleft04WD 100.20.0 While reading the introduction credits: I nodding off, waking up about six hours later. Oh, dearie me!

Will I live long enough to ever watch a film all the way through again? I suppose not. Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 16th October 2019: A few psychotomimetic moments today – so no change there. Hehe!

2019 sOct 16

2019 sOct 16

Wednesday 16th October 2019

Croatian: Srijeda 16 Listopada 2019. Godine

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WD 70.0.0. Tuesday 15th October: I fell asleep, a desperately-needed sleep, somewhere around 19:00hrs, and burst awake at 22:00hrs. In an incontrovertible, need of the Porcelain Throne. The immediate odds of me making it to the Throne in time were not good! I partly fumbled, stumbled, and galumphed my stomach-dominated chassis from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grottily-beige-coloured, rickety recliner, kept my balance okay, grabbed the stick, and hobbled to the wet room, with surprising deft-dexterity.

WD 70.0.0. I almost leapt onto the seat, as the evacuation began. And it went on, and on and on! I believe it was a physical impossibility for so much poop to have been produced and stored in my innards! If it were possible to dimidiate the contents that were released, I still think it would have been too much, even with my bulbous belly. And as for how the toilet managed to get the ordure off via the U-bend into the sewers, I just don’t know!

WDPrightWD 70.0.0. Acc I cleaned and washed the dandies, turned to exit the wet room, a little jerking from the leg, and I caught the Sock-Glide on the shower stool. I now have a new bruise on my foot. I’ll photograph it later. Humph! I may have muttered something under my breath, like ‘bother’; or ‘blow-it’; I’m not sure exactly.

To the kitchen, and moved the handwashing onto the airers. Then took the medications, made a brew. I almost got the saucepans filled with water, out of habit! I had been nine-days without any hot water, so it’s understandable, especially if you know me. Hahaha!

I began to update Tuesday’s post, at last, a lot of it, with so many photographicalisations to sort out. A memory testing time for me. But the fingertips and hands were not too bad at this moment. The leg and shoulder were both persistent in their jumping and jerking, but they didn’t turn into an actual Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines, as yet anyway. I pressed on and got the blog finished and sent off.

3Wed01gaWhile I was thinking, it must be about time for the Morrison orders to arrive; the door chime rang out its ‘I only want to be with you’ tune. It was the van driver delivering the fodder.

He handed them in through the door, I’d forgot to fetch the return carriers, but the chap was okay about it. Thanked him, and got the things into the kitchen.

Thank heavens I might be able to get out again, and not need so many delivered foods coming in, with there minimum orders.

3Wed01mNot that I can get out today. So much graphicalisationing needed to be done, catch-up wise. I must get round to doing them soon, or the day will be gone again!

The fridge and freezer are now even fuller than they both were last week!

It was drizzling a bit out there this morning. I took some shots with the Canon camera again. That is the one that when I got the shakes. Last week, I changed the picture to a sort of semi-landscape setting, but don’t know how I did it, to put it back again. Twit! Hey-Ho!

3Wed01iI got some mushrooms in the saucepan warming up. To have with some Uncle Benn’s BBQ flavoured rice, black bean sauce, tomatoes and some frankfurters. I intend to use some basil and onion salt in it too! Maybe even a dro of soya? I opted to use the soya in the mushrooms instead.

I then made a start on this blog and then had to go on CorelDraw for three days, to make up the graphics. (Well, it felt like four actually!)

The intercom rang, luckily I was in the hall at the time and saw the light come, else I would never have heard the weak tune played if I was in the other room! It was the repair-men, came to look at the crumbling balcony roof. They agreed that the window openings were dangerous, in fact, one lad trapped his finger on the press forward and pull back paddle opener, straight after I’d just warned him how dangerous they were! They also had difficulty in getting through to many flats, where the new intercom was 3Wed01Tnot working! Also, I was not the only tenant with a crumbling new balcony roof and cracks in the apartment’s inner walls. I think they were just coming to assess if the job was urgent or not. As they left, I got the camera to take a photo of the lads as they departed from the balcony. Bless ’em!

3Wed04Then back to the graphicalising. I can’t last much longer, though. The depression and fatigue are moving in now. Haha! 

No-good! I just had to stop working on CorelDraw and turned off the computer. I was so tired it was farcical. All mistake-ridden work and the fingertips have started to jump and jerk, and Reflux Roger had begun to give me some hassle.

I got the handwashing done and hung to dry on hangers above the kitchen sink.

Had a wee-wee, of the ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) variety. Then minutes later, I had to have another, this time it was of the LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling). The wee-wees were of changing styles, but up till now, far less often.

Then the rice nosh was sorted out. The franks were cut in half, chopped tomatoes, and black bean sauce added, and it looked eatable in the extreme. Some Milk Roll bread and two butterfly cakes added.

3Wed05Got it served up and took the medications while eating it. A rather morish taste.

A flavour rating of 8/10 was given. After dining on the rice and medications for half-an-hour or so, I went to get the pots washed up. Guilt-Mode meant I only ate half of the cakes. 

(Mind you, it was the cream and jam half, Hahaha!)

3Wed02The sky view turned all bright for a few minutes, and the sun (What’s that then? Hehe!) shone through. There seemed to be a double layer of clouds up there.

4Thu01The pins looked to be so much less knobbly and distorted? Especially the knees.  I wondered, are they like this due to the INR Warfarin level being so low? I checked later to see on the internet, with this being found:

Q) Can stress affect my INR level when taking Warfarin?

A) Simply put, yes. Science has shown that because of the effect stress can have on your body, Warfarin can stay in your system longer than normal, causing a spike in INR levels. If you are able to recognise when you are stressed, you can take steps to try to manage it. INR is too low, there is an increased risk of fatal bleeding.

WDOG03RSo, my being in the Red Zone, with the real risk of a Heart Attack, Blood Clots or another Stroke, is something else I have to thank The Nottingham City Homes-Repair team for? I must read up on how to come back and haunt someone, after I go the way of all flesh, bite the bullet, kick-the-bucket, croak-out, go belly up, flatline, perish, snuff-it, loop-the-loop, go the way of the dinosaurs, give up the ghost, conk out, cash in my chips, peg-out, or saunter from this Mortal-Coil. I shall return! – Contented-Vengeful-Menacing-Maniacal-Laughter-Mode engaged!

Now, how can I find out who is to blame for my being treated so shoddily? My very thought of the need, desire and passion for haunting and terrorising him or her, offers me more joy than my Nottingham City Homes directed misery and life has done lately.

I got settled down, and a landline call came in. It was from the deliciously desirous Phlobotomy nurse. She will be calling again for more blood in the morning. She even de WDPleft04her appointment for a little earlier for me, bless her cotton socks ♥. 08:00 > 10:00hrs.

Sleep did come early tonight, and blessedly welcome it was!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 15th October 2019: The day could have gone betterer. Humph!

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2019 sOct 15

Tuesday 15th October 2019

Hungarian: 2019. Október 15, Kedd

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WD 50.100.200. 04:50hrs: I woke up, and it was so late. I’d had a great, much-needed sleep of about five-hours. Immediately a touch of panicalisationing kicked in! So much rambled through the brain-box, I thought the bonce might burst-open. Hehe! The After-Stroke Physio session today, no time to get yesterday’s bog finished, as I had to catch the 07:25hrs number 40 bus, to get to town, do some urgent shopping (milk, seaweed, bread, and tomatoes). Hunt for bargains at the Poundland store, get to the physio session. I needed to try and clean things up a bit, from the boiler repair last night… Ah, yes! I must test it to make sure it is working as well! 

The mind, now presented with a definite plan, encouraged the extraction of my well-developed, crude, but flabby-bouncy body which the sickeningly handsome, same age as me, Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, recliner. The usual need for the Porcelain Throne arrived as I was freeing my lumbering body and aching limbs, so off to the wet room

2Tue03WD 50.100.200. I found that the shower floor drain was blocked again, as it was last night after the fitters had been dumping water down, in their effort to empty the hot water boiler of water. It was too early for me to turn on the shower to try and get rid of the water, cause the noise would have disturbed my neighbours, so I got down on my knees and tried with the not big enough to cover all of the holes, plunger. But, amazingly it seemed to work, and eventually, the water ebbed away down the drain.

WD 50.100.200a Getting back up off of the floor was not easy, but thanks to the grab rails, not as bad as it might have been without them. I must keep an eye on the clock, to avoid my pathetically persistent habit of missing the bus!

The legs looked somewhat thin this morning? Less vivid lumps, blood papsules, spider veins etc. as well! Then a reminder of the need for the Throne arrived, ann those few paces to the Porcelain, had never been taken quickly before! A good job too. Because Diahorrea Duncan was still lurking within my inner system. I surprised myself with the energy I had this morning.

WDPright04I was so pleased to find the hot water back on. Not as hot as it usually is, bit I expect it will take a while longer before it returns to it’s typically lovely and shavable with, temperature.

A fair bit of cleaning up needed to be done, but I only played at it, making it look not so bad, I didn’t have much time, with the Physio (and, I anticipate, some overspending on unneeded food) session to get to.

1Mon14aWD 50.100.200. Back to the front dump-room to get the togs ready for after the stand-up ablutions. Again, too early to use the shower, too noisy.

The rain was pouring outside. Off to the kitchen and got the kettle on, took the tablets, and added an extra Codeine 30g, cause Arthur Itis was beginning to give me a lot of stick, suddenly. Swine!

WD 50.100.200. I had to go back to the wet room, get the stand-up wash and shave done. The higher than the usual amount of dropsies, along with the EQ’s warning of things to come will be medical-wise disquieting, had me concerned a little. Just about everything, apart from the sock-glide, I managed to drop, many more than once. Yet, I felt alright, hunky-dory, in myself? The ablutions were tended to, and with no shaving cuts Smug-Mode-Engaged!

1Mon14I got well-wrapped up. Although the rain had almost stopped, it looked a tad threatening outside.

I allowed plenty of time for getting to the bus stop on Winchester Street. I took down with me, a bag of recycling stuff and some empty sauce jars for the green bin.

I had to call for another Porcelain Throne visit before leaving. A much easier session this one was, not so messy, and even left a less pungent aroma, as well! Just thought I’d mention it. Haha!

Checked everything was with me that was needed; Bus Pass for getting home with, The £2.20 in cash for the bus fare going. Hearing aids in. Cash card in my wallet. Camera and mobile phone too! Shopping list and I’d got the right glasses on.

2Tue04The precipitation was only light, as I hobbled along Chestnut Walk with the three-wheeled-walker, and to the bus-shelter, with four minutes to spare.

I took this snap, then and the bus arrived dead on time.

WDPrightWD 50.100.200. A sad beginning to the day’s trip. I merrily greeted the driver, for which I got a scowl in return, and dropped my £2.30 in the payment pot thing, asking for a ‘£2.20 please’. The scowl changed into a look of utter contempt, followed by a muttered and forced through his teeth – “It’s £2-30!” Picking through all my pockets in search of the extra 10p!I managed to find it from four pockets of the jacket and trousers. And it was all in one and two-pence pieces! I did feel a right shlimazel!

I got settled and snuggled myself on the corner on a side-saddle seat. For I knew what was coming now, as I had learned from the previous Tuesday morning trips on this 40 bus, the passengers it picks up along Wells and St Anns Well Road. The dozens of Robotic, attached to their mobiles schoolkids, would fill up the bus to capacity, and the ride will get uncomfortable, to say the least.

WDPleft05WD 50.100.200. And so it did! If any passenger had wanted to get off before the city centre they would not have been able to get through the mixture of plebian, well-heeled, foul-mouthed (the few that spoke), texting and phone calling, game playing, multitude, of comatose, stupefied, and in-another-world, reluctant to go to school ankle-snappers and  children. When they got off at the same stop as I did, on Upper Parlament Street, not one of them was talking to anyone else, as they clumsily banged into the trolley and my knees and on my feet, as they stampeded to the door! But at least I got through the journey without any serious injury this time. I’ll miss these life-threatening trips when the After-Stroke Physio Sessions end!

2Tue06WD 50.100.200. I walked along to the pedestrian crossing and over and into Victoria Centre (Mall). I hobbled through to the other end and went in the Tesco store in search of some liquid soap flakes, seaweed mild, pork knuckle, filtered milk, and flakey pastry fingers.

I got the handwash liquid and seaweed. They were out of the filtered milk, the pastry fingers, and, pork knuckle. At  the checkout, I put on a cheery, “Good morning, are you okay?” Oh, dearie me! I got in return a glare that said, ‘You talking me!’, almost threateningly! No spoken answer. Ah, well!

2Tue07Out into the drizzle again. Along Milton Street, and called in the Little Waitrose store, which proved a mistake, financially. Tsk! I only got three items, but tat their famously high prices, and their habit of having something different on sale, I couldn’t resist things. I ended up with a packet of six mini Maryland Cookies to use as nibbles for the After-Stroke clan treat but still needed more, in case a few extra patients turn up. I weakened again and bought some Kenyan podded peas. Paid at the self-service check-outs, but a kind assistant put them through for me. That was nice, seeing someone friendly and helpful, at last. I thanked the lady.

1Mon15WD 50.100.200. So I went to the Pound Stretcher shop a couple of shop units away. I had hoped that they would have some more of the Ventagliette biscuits, but they had sold out! I did get a little tin of cookies for the stroke nang, and some caramelised almonds and potato biscuits for myself. Paid-up and made my way up through Trinity Square on my way to the St Andrew’s with Castle Gate URC Church. I arrived a little early so had a walkabout taking some photographicalisations.

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WD 50.100.200. I got in the hall and put the nibbles in the box near the sink. Others quickly followed me into the hall, but we only had six in attendance. The session started after a little talk that I could not hear anything of. It was going well, very good, in fact, the first round of exercises was really enjoyable for me. Until we got to the bending the knees ones. I was just unable to do them, the pain from RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) was worse than it has ever been before. At times this seemed to bring the dizzies on? I felt a bit of a nuisance really, and think I either fell asleep on one of the sit-down jobs or may have passed-out… Things were confused when I did come back to reality. With a nurse above me, and telling me to sit down and not do the exercises. I did what I could, but wasn’t up to par. I refused to sit down, which annoyed a few. But sitting made Arthur Itis worse, the didn’t seem to grasp this.

We had a talk later, while the drinks and nibbles were shared out. From a Stroke Survivor. The speech was interesting and humorously read out by the chap Steven. His being unarticulate after the stroke, meant he stuttered and found it hard to get words out. Much of what he said, rang a bell. I thanked him afterwards. It was more a social thing than a learning curve. He loved doing the speech though, and good for him!

2Tue14The meeting broke up, again just in time to make me miss the next bus home! Haha! We said our farewells.

I walked along Goldsmith Street, and down Market Street through the slab square, to the Poundland Shop. Coming out with a now overloaded trolley bag and carrier bag. Having purchased a ready-made BLT sarnie, Cheeselets, nuts, and three packets of Orange chocolate Digestive biscuits. Not seen them for along time. (Yummy!)

I took a few photographs in town, before catching the L9 bus home.

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Amazingly, I didn’t fall asleep on the way back to the flats! But, that was due to Arthur Itis’s giving me some stick, more than anything. Boy, the RAI is in a right-mood today!

WD 50.100.200. I got off of the bus, and silently walked back to Woodthorpe Court, through Winwood Court, and only met one tenant en route. And he ignored my jolly. “How are you mate!” and gave me a curled-lip and look up-and-down in return.

2Tue18Worra a funny (Not comical-funny) day today!

I got in, had a wee-wee, and the towel I washed was still wet. So I put it on the handrail in the wet room.

Glad to report that the hot water was still coming out okay, although not as hot as it used to be.

2Tue19I was, as earlier, not in top condition, although the Dizzy Dennis spells had stopped.

All I could do was to make some fodder. The BLT sarnie, beetroots bullets, mushrooms and some potato biscuits for the first time. Very tasty, but a little too sweet, still I ate them all. Gannet!

I think I must have fallen asleep almost straight away! The plate was on the floor when I woke up about 22:00hrs. I got up and started to do this blog.