Imp Inchy – Sunday 21st February 2021

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INCHCOCK TODAY

Sunday 21st February 2021

Spanish: Domingo 21 de Febrero de 2021

05:40hrs: I woke up wondering what day it was, the time it was etc., confusion reigned. By the time I’d realised that I’d been sleeping for over fifteen hours, things didn’t seem to matter anymore? I had to battle the puddled mind to get a semi-grasp on reality. The first thing that came to me was that the prescriptions had arrived and needed sorting out into weekly pots.

I got in a muddle sorting them, and made a mistake after error, and have no idea if I’ve got them right or not. It took me hours.

I got the kettle on, and the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room.

I got down hastily on the raised plastic seat, and a most other-type evacuation began. The escaping product was black and red, looked like nuggets moulded together in a line? It hurt as well but at least didn’t last too long, which is just as well because Harold’s Haemorrhoids have never been more painful! It took a couple of hand-filled tank flushes to clear things away. Not a good experience, which I partly put down to the vaccine, mayhaps?

I cleaned up and got the Health Checks done. The pulse was up a smidge at 99bpm. The SYS and DIA were in range.

The body temperature at 37.0°c looked okay.

I cracked on with updating the Saturday blog. Got it finished and emailed the link. Pinterested a photo or two. Went on Facebooking catch-up. Then I went on the WordPress reader section.

I did the 2nd Health Checks a little sooner than planned. Looked okay to me.

I made a brew of Glengettie Gold and made some brekkers.

I took the fodder to the computer and ate my breakfast from the drawer as I started this blog going.

I got the ablutions sorted out, so I had plenty of time to get Josies Sunday meal cooked. The session went marvellously well!

Only one cut shaving, and a total of only about four dropsies! The showering was uneventful, but I did manage to misjudge the spacial-awareness coming out afterwards, but no damage to the door frame. I managed to clout the arm right where the vaccinations spot was. Hehe!

I mage up some waste bags and got them in the box on top of the three-wheeled walker in the hallway. I’ll take them down later, but not yet; there will be more mess made making Josie’s meal that will need sorting first.

I decided to get everything prepped as much as was possible beforehand.

I got the nosh together and all ready for doing up later and got on with handwashing my thin long-sleeve t-shirts.

All was done, wrung and hung, above the sink.

I got on with serving up the Sunday nosh, taking care with presenting it, as any Sunday chef would do. The BBQ sauced mackerel smelt lovely, and extra cheese and butter sneaked into the potatoes again; I wish I could have eaten it. Hehehehe!.

Delivered a couple of minutes before the instructed time of 12:00hrs, Josie seemed content with it.

I got on the computer to update this diary and was unsure how I felt in myself, not really. With the phenomenal amount of sleep I think I’d had, I felt I should have been perkier than I was.  I was almost irritable at any and everything that was happening, suddenly? I began to question whether I had had so much sleep… But it makes sense, so why do I begin to feel tired again, so early in the day? Mayhaps just the effects of the vaccination yesterday?

I made my way out of the flat door, stubbing my toe en route, and carefully made my way to the Waste-Chute room. Not a soul about. the usual Sunday misery.

I arrived, and dropped the various waste bags down the chute, and had a farcical series of dizzy spells. Odd, because each time it came on repeatedly, I was in a perfect position to grab hold of something for support. Amazing!

I got back and was not in any position to do owt constructive. Indeed fatigue and weariness ruled.

Didn’t feel up to eating or drinking at all. Got down and was soon in the land of nod; it was horrible. Forever jumping awake, specific concerns to the fore, a minute or two sleeping and back awake, remembering bits of dreams… well, nightmares.

Intangled Inchies Diary – Monday 15th February 2021

TFZer Lillie, at her weekend cottage


Inchcock Today

Monday 15th February 2021

Finnish: Maanantai 15 Helmikuuta 2021

05:00hrs: Woke up to pains from Cartilage Cathy, and where Colin Cramps had been having a go at me again, nocturnally! But, nothing, compared to the previous two nights. I drank no end of spring water yesterday, and as Tim Price says, it seemed to have helped! At least I got a few hours kip in, a decent four hours I work it out as.

As soon as I attempted to move my old aching limbs, and flobby-bellied torso from the Grotty, £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, sickeningly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner to catch my balance. Cathy and Arthur Itis complained, and the knees were dodgy again, so I really took my time, gingerly hooked the wooden walking stick over my shoulder, and tried to walk to the kitchen, without using it. I got there without any hassle, but, as I mention, I was weary and planning my route near solid objects I could use if I did go over.

No wee-wee called for? I got the kettle on and cracked my elbow on the countertop, and calmy muttered some oath or other – good heavens, my voice was all nasal and croaky? There was mucus wanted to come out from the throat and nose, I got rid of a bit of it. But it was still better than two days ago, just the knees and Colin Cramp’s after-effects were any bothers. I talked myself into an even-keel frame of mind.

I tackled the pre-Dump Health Checks. The dependable, trustworthy, Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer results were okay. SYS 161. DIA 70 PULSE 90. A good start!

In Hong Kong, the Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer returned decent reading, lit up in the green. Of 36.7°c – 98.6°f. A smidge high, but well down on what it has been some days. So, no complaints from me!

I made a brew of Glengettie, took the morning medications, and got a packet of the luxury Lemon Wafers out, for the nurse when she calls to take my blood. When she’s been, I’ll nip some down for the Jenny family, I bet Frank and Nora will love them.

The legs seemed to be regaining some muscle now, that Colin Cramps has had a ball with the legs and hands these last three nights.

I’d let the tea go cold, so I went to make another mashing. Oh, the fog falleth!

I constipated on getting the Sunday Diary updating done, I’ve got to make a template for today. It’s all go! Concentrationalistically, I pressed on and got it finished, but it took me a few hours. Thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters being so kind to me, I hope this continues for a while, Grrreat! Got it done and posted-off to WP. Then on Facebooking, but with my getting up late, it was time to get the ablutions done, before the nurse arrives.

I had to use the Porcelain Throne first. Despite my best efforts, nothing moved again, a couple of tiny meatballs, and they hurt on the way out!

The Ablutions went really well! In total, I had only six dropsies! Yes! The getting dressed was the opposite of yesterdays when I put on Tent-like new PPs. I adorned one of the blue ones, just the reverse, these were the ones sent too small a size. Things were getting a little squashed! Tsk!

I hand-washed the Afghanistani made turquoise thick-thermal long-sleeved jumper. Washed, rinsed, fabric-softened, rung and hung it up above the sink, to drip dry. The Coronvurus might be beaten by the time it dries. Hehe! 

Then, back to the Porcelain Throne, I fell confident of an evacuation this time.
Which just goes to show you
how wrong a man can be! Apart from a few more rock-hard walnut-sized lumps, a fair bit of wind, and the innards giving me some jip. Humph!

Washed, and went back to the kitchenette, the fog seemed about the same as earlier on.

I’ll have to dish these PPs, too inhibitive, far too small. Will, I ever get a pack of them that isn’t too large or too small? I bet Tena are making a fortune and clearing out there small and XXL stock! Gragfackles!

I did the Post-Dump, Health Checks.

SYS 162, DIA 71, Pulse 89, on the Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) Guangdong, China.

Body temperature at 37.2°c. Which is lower than it has been for a while, but apparently, still a midge high?

I updated the XL Health Check log, and it was back to the Porcelain Throne again.

No joy, things had not loosened, they’d done the opposite I reckon. Nothing moved, but I knew there was a significantly impacted dollop in there, praying to be freed! Oh, dearie me!

I went in search if a new bob-cap, I knew was in the junk room somewhere.

After an hour or so, I found it, at last, I keep my head warm at least.

The label, a Primark one, tells me this Chinese manufactured Head Heater, hat, was 2.6 togs? I got it on straight away, snug as a bug!

I made a start on the template for today, then began to work on it.

WordPress was messing about with the picture gallery, that confused me a bit.

Four hours later, I went onto the WordPress Reader section.

I came across this photograph on the SD card. Must be another one taken in error? But when and what, beat me. Any guesses?

Time to get some sarnies made up for nosh. Oh, I’ve not seen any signs of the nurse? I double-checked on the Google Calendar – Wot a plonka! It’s next Monday! Still, I can nip the nibbles down the Jenny, Nora and Frank. So, I did.

Returned, and made up a nosh. I rather spoilt myself. Milk Roll buttered pork sarnies, being the highlight.

Flavour Rating: 8/10!

Colin Cramps visited again, but not as bad as is usual.

Sleep came belatedly, whenever Colin eased off, the Thought-Storms took over. But I managed a four-hour nod -off!

TTFNski.

 

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

April 08

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Wednesday 8th April 2020

Esperanto: Merkredon 8 Aprilon 2020

0000 April 08 Sandy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could get depressed, you know! Grubbulisations!

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

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

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

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

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

3Wed04I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inchcockski – Tuesday 7th April 2020: Luck? – downhill all the way!

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Tuesday 7th April 2020

Malagasy: Alatsinainy 7 April 2020

0000 April 07 Gladys

GM00301:10hrs: I awoke, unmoving I lay there, distorted, half-hanging out of the £300, c1968, rickety-recliner, and recognised that I seemed to be in an accepting, open-minded, philosophical frame of mine. There was no defeatist, wallowing in self-pity, or even a sign of depression? Mind you, I wasn’t exactly cheerful, either. I moved my humungous-bellied body into a safe position to clamber out of the recliner, I caught my balance, grabbed the wooden stick, and made my way to the wet room for a wee-wee. Which was one of the reluctant USBUYWS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Yet-Weak-Sprinkly) ones?

1Mon23WD 128.0.0 It took me so long, I needed the Porcelain Throne half-way through. And it was no mean-feat to reposition things to do that, without having an Accifauxpas! But I managed it, with the minimum soupçon of wayward sprinkling. The mystery bruise in the leg is lingering.

WD 128.0.0 The evacuation was not an easy one. Thankfully a swift effort, that was hurtful, aromatically challenged and bloody! Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking a bit too. A good clean up and a spot of medicalisationing here and there, and I was off to the kitchen! Olive-oiled the ear-holes

Got the kettle on, took the medications and took an extra pain-killer because the toothache was kicking off again. Made a brew. I noticed the moon was out and took these shots with the Sony camera, I did take others, but they didn’t come out too well.

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The last shot was taking in Nightime Panorama mode. Thus, the plane’s trail and clouds can be seen. I liked that one. Smug Mode Adopted!

2Tue24I got onto the computer. An Email from Iceland confirmed the arrival of some food this morning.

No substitutes at all. But the Shortbread Fingers, Cheese & Onion Smash, 1-litre full milk, leeks, Cheese, and Bread Thins were cancelled. But I expected things to be worse. So, well done Iceland!

I was about to make a start on the blog updating for yesterday, and I had a coughing bout like never before. But it was a short-lived event, so I don’t think it was connected to the damned Coronavirus. A bit of a sore throat is developing too.

I had a look to see if Amazon had any of the Leicester or STiltom mini-cheddars on offer fro me to buy. Ha! Packets of 5-Stilton and Leicester flavours were nearly £7 for three! A bit too steep that price, even if I do like them, but not that much! However, with the Warfarin alert wristlet breaking yesterday, I ordered another one.

2Tue12I got the post updated at last and went to get the ablutions tended to, not realising how late it was. It was a rushed half-hearted affair, no shaving, as I had to get it done before the Iceland delivery arrived. I’m glad that I did now cause the delivery man comes within minutes. He left them outside the door, sensibly!

I was getting then inside, when the two, I say Two, Phlebotomy nurses arrived. Hristina and a trainee nurse who had been transferred from another section.

WD 128.0.0 I found myself struggling to breathe correctly. Now that can be put down to Coronavirus! Worried me a bit. The ladies soon got me done and were shooting off to their next patient, in a hurray!

2Tue11WD 128.0.0 I forgot all about the delivery I’d had delivered, and I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.  Humph!

Before sorting things out, I took a moment to think through how things were going. The coughing. Breathing in a laboured fashion. The toothache getting no easier. Stuttering Stephany whenever I spoke to anyone? Headache coming on. I felt, well, I knew that Shaking Shaun was beginning to develop. A feeling forboding frequented the brain? It looks like being another busy day.

I got the Iceland delivery sorted out and the things I’d got in thanks for Jenny, were put in a bag, other than those that I needed to remember from the fridge.

I made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, then back on the computer. For about ten minutes, then the intercom buzzed again. It was the Amazon man with some of the outstanding delivery items for me. Two cartons worth!

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2Tue22WD 128.0.0 I carried the bag of nuts into the kitchen, to get them in pots with lids… and left a trail of nuts on the carpet behind me! Yes, the bag had a hole in it! Mostest agravannoying. Well, that, changed me back into the feeling sorry myself, the wingeing old fart I was yesterday, in an instant! 2Tue23Neuroticisms!

I got things sorted out, but not very willingly or pleasantly! It took all of my spare lidded storage pots to get all the nuts packed away. Still, I must ask Jenny if she’s like any. They were bought to share, after all!

I emailed Jenny. She came down to collect the treats, but I forgot to mention the cashew nuts.

Jenny Emailed back mentioning the nuts. I asked her if she fancied a pot. But she didn’t. Humph! She told me to Email her if I wanted anything adding to her Sunday delivery from Sainsbury’s. That was kind. She also gave me her telephone number that I had lost. Along with all the others, when I swapped the sim into the old phone mobile) that I now use.

I rang her and asked if she would put some items that Iceland had not got on her order. Despite my not paying her yet for the last one, she agreed. She also said I should get a taxi into Sherwood, and tell the driver to wait for me, while I get some money from the ATM, and perhaps I can do some shopping at the Co-op. Then come straight back to the flats. I think she noted a certain reluctance in my stuttering voice. She offered to arrange a taxi for me when I get over this week and all the deliveries I have to wait in for. Bless her cotton socks.

2Tue02

WD 128.0.0 There are few I’m waiting for this week. But of course, the dates keep changing. And I am getting more and more confused. Haha!

But and however, I pressed on with this post. In the knowledge that I now have some smoked bacon to eat, with bread and baked beans! Mmm!

WD 128.0.0 I realised that the Golden Volunteer and the Nottingham City Council helpers, who said they would get in touch had not done so. Just like yesterday. Best if I give up on their kind help, it’s not coming methinks. They must be up to their eyeholes-busy anyway. And with my getting an order in, and with Jenny’s help, I can manage for a while. So much for the emergency food package. They need details anyway that I can’t give. Because getting an order in for delivery, doesn’t always mature. The Morrison order I got in three weeks ago, is not due for a fortnight yet! And then, there are missing items and substitutes. A good job I’m on the ‘At-Risk register’, or I’d get no help at all. Mind you, I’m not getting any anyway, come think of it! Hahaha! 

WD 128.0.0 I got the bacon pack split, into the oven, and warmed the baked beans up. Thinking I’d try some of the Hickory in the haricots… Oh, dearie me! The inner sealer in the bottle cap came out and stuck on the bottle-top, so unthinkingly I tapped the bottle, and a third of the hickory shot into the beans before I could stop it! Ah, well! I’ll soon find out if this hickory is stronger than the last one. Hahaha!

2Tue25WD 128.0.0 Another daft idea. I thought I’d but what few mini-cheese biscuits I had left, in a pot. I opened the individual packets, and while I was pouring them in, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed! I had crumbs all over the kitchen floor to painfully clean up! Inchyangulations! Time was lost, and the bacon was ready!

  I turned down the oven heat and got the pot filled. I put some of the medications on top of it, intending to add the others later, and got the meal served up.

WD 128.0.0 I tried some of the beans while getting them in the dish. I can assure you, this ‘Stubbs’ brand of hickory, is no stronger than the other one. Despite my accidentally pouring about a pound’s worth; a third of a bottle of the cat-wazz sauce, I could barely taste it! Grumpworthinesses! I washed the Hickory-sticky covered saucepan straight after emptying it.

2Tue26WD 128.0.0 That really put the mockers on the meal! The Iceland brand so-called smoked back bacon was so chewy, bland, watery and tasteless. What I thought was going to be a right-good-treat of a meal, was insipid and disappointing! So very Agravannoying! It looked super as well! Humph!

WD 128.0.0 I took the tray and things to the kitchen, thinking I might get the handwashing done. But No! Which pillock had left the hot water tap running to get cold? I good job I washed the saucepan earlier! Schlub!

Another bad end-of-day for me. I should have known, with my waking up in such… well, an almost contented mood! No promised calls or contact from the Golden Volunteers or the Nottingham City Council about any help. Nicodemus’s timings do deactivate the nerve ends were all timed to cause me grief and bother. A continual string of information advice and details ensured I spent the day confused. I’m not coping very well. Thank heavens for Jenny’s input.

A highly-strung, frustrated and dithering Inchcock settled in his recliner, but an old DVD on, ‘Taken’ to watch. The thought storms tool over the brain. The unwatched film came to an end, and the storming was still there. Sleep was out of the question for hours. Well after the mind had settled, and went into a sort of vaguing session.

Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit! I certainly ain’t! Grobblecurses!

Inchcock Today – Tues 17 Mar 2020: What a day that was! Mixed-emotions, busy, memory-failing, shilly-shallying etc.

2020 Mar 17

2020 tttMar17

Tuesday 17th March 2020

Hmong: Hnub Tuesday 17 Lub Peb Hlis 2020

000 Mar 17

GM05 creamWD 0.0.120 01:15hrs: I woke up, in a right mind-pickle – it took me a minute or so who realised I’d woken up at all! Part of the brain was still happily back in the dream I was having, and a beaut it was. I was entertaining an old flame from years ago, the best bit was we were the same ages again. The happy reminiscing ended, as I realised it was not really happening, and never will again. In a couple of seconds, I went from Happiness Defcon 1 to a gibbering, depressed, sulking old git that I am. Hehehe!

The regular summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived as I was battling to get up on my feet. Grabbed the stick and meandered to the wet room, thinking there was no rush, the borborygmic churning was not present. But I nearly got caught out, no sooner had I got down on the Throne, the evacuation started. Another painful one, but a lot quicker today, and not so messy! There was a bit of bleeding mind.

2Tue01WD 0.0.120 The legs were so different from yesterday morning. Far paler and with the blood-papsules, weals, scars, lumps, bulges, spots, bruises, welts and veins had gone into shy-mode! This was a mystery to me, even for 72 Woodthorpe Court’s illusions, delusions, hallucinations, farcicalisations, infestations, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and manic machinations that thrive here freely, and so bountifully!

I got cleaned up, and off to the kitchenette. The noise from the ‘Hum’ seemed different somehow, still loud, but with a sort of purring effect that gusted now and then with it. I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, took the medications.

2Tue02Considering if I should open the packet of crispy salt & vinegar seaweed for breakfast or not. But I decided against this, in case I liked them and I have no more. There’s a logic in there somewhere, well, I thought there was at the time, Haha!)

WD 0.0.120 I got on the computer and checked to see if the ‘Error’ that Facebook assured me “We’re working on getting this fixed as soon as we can”, four days ago, had been repaired and I could get back into my photo albums. No Chance! If it wasn’t for my love of the TFZer site, I would just leave and stick with LinkedIn. So much pleasure has been taken away from me.

1Mon02

I got on with the updating of yesterdays blog. Which was not easy. Interference from Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley and Neurotransmitter Nigel, that even with so few photographs taken, so many mistakes were having to be corrected. It took me hours get done. Humph! But I got it finished eventually.

Then went on to the WordPress Reader. Some fantastic photographs on there from Tim Price today. He’s put a blog on with the finest pictures of his cats I’ve ever seen. If you are a cat person (Jane?), have a look if you like, great stuff! Tim’s Expressionable cats

Hello, back to the Throne! A repeat performance, but without the bleeding. Got a wash and returned to the computer.

2Tue08aI made a start on this blog but had to divert to get the ablutions sorted out. Iceland fresh and frozen foods are coming soon.

WD 0.0.120 I had a quick check of their email confirmation to see if anything had been short, or substituted. Of course, there had been, four items affected. They sent large fresh mushrooms in place of button ones. Breadcrumb fish fingers instead of battered. No kitchen towels at all. Naturally, there were no toilet rolls! Spitworthy-Splurging-Sprungcurses! Swine!

WD 0.0.120 Off I trotted to the wet room. It started as a fine almost injury-free session Many dropsies early on, but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters got kinder to me later. Only one tiny nick shaving. and no razor-drops (Smug-Mode-Adopted, hehe!), a bit of a dizzy in the shower, but all this good luck went to pot with the Sock-Glide Battle! One trapped finger-end was all it was, but blimey it hurt!

I got dressed and smelling nice, got the black bags (3), Recyclable bag, and a bag of used glass jars made up and put them near the door, so I would not forget to take them with me.

2Tue09Then got the handwashing tackled, all done, all wrung, and hung. It was a much longer job today, did a couple of things extra, jammie-bottoms and a jumper. The jammies should be dried by around September or November time, I reckon. Har-har! I didn’t spill so much water over me and the floor, either today.

2Tue13I heard the text message beep and went to investigate. It was a No-Reply message from the Elmswood Garden Medical Centre, correcting yesterdays mistake when they told us; That if we were feeling unwell, do go to your podiatry appointment on Thursday. As I mentioned yesterday, it had to be an error. Ah, well! Nice to know that someone else can ‘Maka-the-Mistaka’, like wot I can! (And do so with a little more frequency than I would like!

The intercom flashed, it was the Iceland delivery chap. Just five carrier bags full, but I’d ordered the heavy stuff that is hard for me to carry form the shops, along with some frozen and fresh bits. Still, they made two unwanted substitutions, and two other not available. I didn’t want the friendly chap to wait about in case I gave him the Coronavirus, so just kept the fish fingers and risotto. I’ll take them to give away later.

2Tue15

Both fridge and freezer were at capacity now! Out of interest, I put the third photo on, its a perfect example of what comes out when taking a picture, and Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley kicks off.

Plenty of time before the Phlebotomy nurse is due, so I cleaned the pams, stove and fridge box.

2Tue12

Then nipped to the waste chute with the black bags. Then down to the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators) Warden Obergruppenführers, taking the glass with me. Stewart was there and took the glass jars off of me. Off to the  Hauptsturmfhreressess Holding Cell and Office. Handed the nibbles over, and said my farewells.

WD 0.0.120 I had a brief chat with Welsh William as I went down the link passage back to Woodthorpe, or it might have been when I was going the other way, I’m not sure, cause Dizzy Dennis has just had a go at me, and Shaking Shaun at the right leg and Should-Shaking Shirley! Not very good that! Anyroad, the right ankle went over, the first time in about three months! Please that it doesn’t start off again! That would be too much to cope with. Blubber, whimper, repine, and kvetch! Hahaha!

2Tue14WD 0.0.120a Back at the flat, I had a go at cleaning the bathroom, but I soon put a stop to it, after only about three minutes. I was getting back up after getting down to retrieve some items that I’d knocked down behind the floor cabinet. (Probably been down there for months, Haha!) And the right ankle gave way again! This is really disheartening.

Oh, dear, I’ve just realised that the nurse has not arrived yet. I was hoping to get out for some fresh vegetables, shame. I’ll go and see if she did not come early when I was out and left a note… back in a bit. Nope, nowt notes.

WD 0.0.120 Oh, dearie me! I’ve just looked at the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic from the hospital… Der! there is no test this week, it’s next week! I’m rushing to get ready to go to Arnold for some fresh fruit & vegetables and toilet rolls.

Took black bags to the chute on the way out, then down and along the passage to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators), Obersturmführeresses and Catwalk Model Wardens, Strip-search and holding cell room. Then on through to the Winchester Court lobby and out to the bus stop. A bit of a chinwag at the shelter and the bus soon arrived, and the others dropped off in Sherwood. I stayed where I was, snuggly ensconced in the corner side-saddle seat, having a failed attempt at the crosswords en route.

2Tue16I got off in Daybrook, at the Sainsbury store. As I went through the store’s car park, which was almost full, I saw very few people about? And as I entered the store, grim, yet determined faces on the shoppers greeted me!

My EQ told me to take care, in there?

The atmosphere inside, although the place wasn’t crowded, was one of purposefulness, it showed on the shoppers’ expressions, but there was touch of resignation lingering on a few of them. I made my way to the greengrocery section first, Hahaha!

WD 0.0.120 There was not a lot of choice on the ravages shelves. Unnervingly, As I searched, I saw what looked like reasonably fresh blood on one of the empty tomato boxes? I only got some parsnips and the only tomatoes available were the organic-grown cherry type. I bought a packet, although I was going to try Asda afterwards, I thought they may not have any either? I pack of sliced mushrooms and some very costly Cox’ apples were added to my basket.

2Tue31

2Tue30

Then I went to the paper products shelves. A grim sight indeed! But, I got blessed with a spot of kindness and compassion! There were just two toilet roll packs left on the whole of the shelving. However, they were expensive ones, with no cardboard rolls. Nicky brand, they were. I took a photo (below) when I got home to show you.

2Tue26

Back to the story-line, (I’m such a waffler!) I could not reach up to the top shelf to get at the rolls. And I could see grim-aggressive faced shoppers approaching, with obvious intentions when they spotted the two rolls! Others seemed to be chasing to overtake them… I would have lost my chance of getting any paper rolls, had it not been for a tall, distinguished-looking young lady, who passed me from behind and went to grab the Nicky’s, she kindly asked me; ‘Did you want one of these?’ ‘Yes, please, thank you very much’, and she handed me the packet!

With all the greed and nastiness going on around me, then this kind gesture from a stranger, I went all gooey-eyed. Thank you a million times, Madam!

WD 0.0.120 The ganglet of other shoppers who’d stampeded to the rolls, didn’t look devastated or sad at missing out; Just so angry! One woman said loudly to her partner, “He’ll be on his own, I have a family to look after… it’s not right”, or something along those lines.

If looks could turn into actions, I’d have withered and died on the spot! Two completely different outlooks within seconds of each other! The memories of their pure-hatred-filled glares and scowls will take me a while to get rid off. Humph!

WD 0.0.120 I paid at the checkout, and the two nasties joined the queue behind me. Still scowling at me, but not saying anything. When the till-lady offered to pack my bag for me, the man and woman both gave out a few Tsks as it delayed them! Oh, dearie me!

2Tue32WD 0.0.120 I paid the kind young lady, got outside and thought I’d not bother with going to Asda and make do. The bus was due in ten minutes, so I went to the Pelican lights to cross the road… and the L9 bus passed by! Well, fancy that, I thought! (Not the exact words a muttered to myself!) So another change of plans and I walked into Arnold and called at the open fruit and veg market to see what they had on offer.

The produce didn’t look all that fresh to me. The biggest disappointment was they had on display some tiny whole parsnips and carrots, that would have been perfect for roasting. But on closer examination, they were a bit like me, old and withered! Hehehe!

I called in the Fulton food store, but they had no vegetables or toilet rolls, not that I needed the rolls now, for a while anyway. It’d be just my luck, to go and get diahorrea now.

Over the road and into Asda. No photographing in here, not since the Security men caught me photographicalising last year, and firmly told me off!

WD 0.0.120 The place was mayhem, bog roll shelves empty, bread rack with nothing on them, and the now seemingly accepted family gangs, with each member having a trolly. In hopes of buying extra-short of stock things I imagine. Then they will go through the checkouts as if they are not related, in an effort not to stick to the maximum permitted number of items! Community Spirit?

2Tue24I got to the self-serve tills with, a bag of prepped sweet potato fries, (they’ll get eaten tonight methinks), ready-sliced fresh-looking leeks, some English fresh tomatoes, chopped onions, sugar snap peas and two tiny turnips.

Then the climb up to High Street to catch the L9 bus. Eerily, there was nobody at the bus shelter at all! The bus arrived early, I’m so glad I did too!

2Tue25I’ve never known this happen before, but when I got on the bus, I was the sole passenger! So, out came the crossword book. I was doing a little better this time. The bus went for three or four stops without picking anyone up, another first. When it got to Daybrook, a few got on at various stops, and a lady who usually has a natter with got on, and I went into Chinwagging-Delight-Mode! Hahaha! The others all joined in with jokes and laughs when she produced a pack of toilet rolls. She works in a shop!

2Tue27I got home and went through a people-less Winwood Court to Woodthorpe Court. I got the fresh stuff out of the bag and ready for storing away in the fridge, that needed some jiggling about to make room for them. This is when I realized I had two packs of Cox’s apples, one from Sainsbury’s one from Asda. I checked the till receipts and found no charge on the Asda one? Oh, dear! I don’t know how, but I had not charged myself for the bagged fruit.

I got the oven heating up, opened a can of beans and put some Hickory marinade in with them, and on the lowest heat. Then, took the evening medications, moved the handwashing, put some on the clothes airer. Stirring the beans regularly, I’m looking forward to trying the unbelievably expensive Hickory.

2Tue28WD 0.0.120 The meal was okay, it didn’t look very appetising to me, though.

1Mon02The Hickory, so-called flavouring was untasteable! Trying to work it out, I think I must have put over a £1’s worth of the stuff in with the beans too! Very disillusioning. I shall not be buying that again! Watery Crap! Cat Wass! Here’s a photo of the insipid weak, Taste-of-the South, American marinade, just so you don’t get conned like I did, into thinking it will be rich and tasty. It’s not!

However, the fries and beans were delightful all the same. A flavour-rating of 7/10. But I was a bit miffed at the marinade’s tameness and bland tastelessness. Particularly at how much I paid for it! I’m too embarrassed and coy to tell you how much it was!

WD 0.0.120 Being so late, I thought that sleep would come quickly tonight, for once, but no. I did dose off regularly, but only for a few minutes each time, and was waking up with a start each time? So desperate was I, I turned the TV on, vainly hoping I’d do the usual and fall asleep at the first set of advertisements, but again, No! I just carried on, dosing and waking, I could see the clock, and sometimes I was off for only a minute before jumping awake! 

I wondered if the day’s ups and downs, and excitement of the chinwags and getting out and about had affected me?

TTFNski. (Yawn!)

An Ode to My Ailments

6Sat04

Barry Bladder & Hernia Harry

6Sat07

I went in the QMC for a Hernia operation,

Summat else came to the surgeons attention,

He said he’s found cancer in the bladder,

But not to worry, he said as we had a natter,

He’d lasered both problems with antimatter!

But I suffered later, Harry returned, it’s mind over matter!

 

6Sat05a

Duodenal Donald

The problem was soon outright,

Although it was a bit of a fight,

The surgeons said it’d be risky and tight,

But things should come out alright,

But couldn’t stop the bleeding, that was a fright!

They did stop it finally, to my delight!

 

6Sat08

Haemorrhoid Harry

I have to say, this left me feeling sore,

But surely it will mean, Haemorrhoid cream no more?

No suppositories, prodding, probing, Cor!

But they returned, worse than before!

 

6Sat05

Aorta Albert

A bit of a shock, when I saw the Doc,

She said you’re a chip off the old block,

Your Dad had such an op, a bit of a shock,

Makes a change from operating on your buttock,

But you’ll pull through me old cock!

 

6Sat03

Sandie Seer

Twitching eyes, jump and jerk,

But when steady, they still work,

Though not a regular querk,

It can drive you berserk!

 

6Sat03a

Nerveless Nigel

Diagnosed two weeks before the stroke,

By Dr Rahannmuta, a wonderful bloke,

Not averse to a laugh and joke,

Although I don’t, he said you must not smoke!

And gave me a year, before the nerve-ends die, get broke.

 

6Sat09

Suzie

Worra shock, I was in a terrible mess,

Couldn’t wash, shave or even dress,

Two months hospitalisation, no less,

Why I ask, but it remains answerless,

The After-Stroke Physio leaves me breathless,

But certainly not painless!

There are periods when I feel brainless,

But some helpers have been invaluable, God Bless!

 

6Sat10

SSVB

(ScabsSpotsVeinsBulges)

Caught this in the Stroke hospital ward, one can’t forget,

Blood-papsules, weals, scars, lumps, bulges, a guaranteed bet,

Welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples, maculations, invariably on the legs set,

Thrombophlebitis and assorted Clopidogrel grooves and ridges show,

The legs appearance change every day, a new vein or burrow,

A reaction to a changed medication, they say to me,

Vasculitis and venous thromboembolism or VTE,

What next, can I charge folks to look, Hehehe!

Right-hand side sensory nerves are almost kaput,

The neurotransmitters, nearly as dead as a mutt,

I’m even getting boils and growths on my butt!

 

6Sat11

Myasthenia Gravis (MG) – The latest ailment.

 This was written, to cheer missen up, and it did!

I thank you!

WDPT07R

Inchcockski Today – Monday 18th November 2019: A labyrinthine of insipidness, and caring people today ♥

1 Nov 19

2019 Tnov 18

Monday 18th November 2019

Corsican: Luni 18 Novembre 2019

0Nov 18

01:05hrs: I woke, immediately cognizant of how tired and drained I felt. At first, I thought I must have nodded off for a few minutes and woken, but no! I’d had my head down and been in the land of nod for about six hours or more! (I’d fallen asleep watching the England v Kosova football match) Almost unheard of before for me, but clinomania began to develop. Gawd-blimey, I felt so drained and tuckered tired!

As I was climbing out of the £300 second-hand, horrendously-beige-coloured, c1968, sometimes working, but not today recliner, 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). I felt the over-eager desire for the Porcelain Throne developing from within. It was so urgent, it may not have been eschatological, but still needed my best of physical efforts to get to the wet room in time.

WDP09LWD 0.0.255 The evacuation started before I had settled on the Throne. Luckily I managed to desticate the situation just in time to avoid an embarrassing predicament. A very similar to the last three days, almost getting familiar sounds and sensations followed: Pain, ‘Kerplunk’ followed my some final odds and ends splashing, and an airing of a relief receptive “Ahhh!” But I was not going to get caught out again, I remained seated and waited for the sudden trickling of the wee-wee to arrive, late as has been its habit recently. It did and was even longer but weaker than of late. I was on the verge of reaching for the crossword book when it stopped. Cleaning things up after the session, I came across a real worry, the bleeding was thick, deep red and a fair dollop of it. This was not from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, far too dark a colour. I will have to find time to get to see the quack about this. All cleaned up.

1Mon 01I went to the kitchen and moved some of last night’s handwashing about from hangers to airers.

Got the kettle on, made a brew and took the medications. I still keep thinking I’ve missed some off since they stopped so many of the tablets. This reminded me of the drop-dead gorgeous Polish phlebotomy nurse calling this morning, and, correspondingly, I cheered 1Mon07up a bit at the thought.

Thinking of appointments, I got onto the computer and checked the Google Calendar to see what’s coming. Mmm, a busy three days, no wonder I can’t get anything done is it? Tsk!

It would take too long to record all of the following wee-wees, suffice to say that they were frequent and all of the RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) style. Humph!

I got the Sunday post completed and sent off. Then went on the WordPress Reader, then got caught up with the TFZer Facebooking.

WDP11LPattie 01cWD 0.0.255 I went to make another brew of tea. All went well until I moved the mus tp ner the fridge to get the milk out, and the failed neurotransmitters caused me to lose all sense of contact and I dropped the milk on the floor, some milk escaped and ended up on the tiles! I believe I may have said something to the tune of “Oh, fancy that!” At least I chose the Arla milk carton. If I’d picked the glass sterilised milk bottle, I’d have been in a right pickle having to clean-up the glass. Not that clearing up the Arla lactose-free milk was a doddle. It didn’t half make the floor sticky! I ended up having to get down on my knees and use the cleaning rag and copious amounts of kitchen towels to get it sorted. Naturally, the getting back up again started the Arthur Itis knees and Back-Pain Brenda off! Defcon level 3 engaged!

Now in a bad mood as well as feeling tired, I made for the computer, to make a start on this blog. But the peripheral Neugalgia was still bothersome on and off. Errors made typing was increasing as was the correctional activity. And my temper and annoyance at the ailments!

My lack of patience, and rattiness, I suppose, made me give up, and (carefully, cautiously) make another brew and watch some YouTube clips. I was getting into a ‘Fed-Up-Mode’!

Josie called and returned the dinner things, saying she enjoyed it and I was spoiling her! Coy-Mode-Engaged!

Off to get the ablutions done:

WD 0.0.255 WDP 13elSuccess Rating;

  • Dropsies: 8 (9 if you include falling off of the sock-glide) Haha!
  • Shaving Cuts: 0 ☑
  • Got under Shower – left sink with tap running.
  • 1Mon09Flooded, drain not coping: 1
  • Sink drain-plug-hole not working. 1
  • Sock-Glide-Battle: I lost on points
  • Stubbings: Stubbed my toe getting the metal shower chair wiped. 1

WDP 08LIt took me over an hour to get the water to drain away, then the water closet failed to work when after I’d taken a wee-wee!

1Mon09bAfter a considerable about of blind-faith and guessing at it, it worked again! Smug-Mode-Assimilated!

Then, with the partial but doubtful success of my getting the flushing returned, I tackled something that has been nagging at me for weeks – cleaning the electric fire that I cannot afford to use, frontage cleaned. I was so proud after getting looking half-decent!

WDPright03WD 0.0.255 But could I get back up on my feet again? No! No matter how I tried. Starting with the physio’s advice, tried my own ways, went back to the physio mark two advice… and the day was saved! The intercom went off and it was the super-beautiful Polish phlebotomy nurse. I got to the intercom on my knees and used the stick to press the button to let her in. Using the sides of hallway’s walls, I was determined not to look a fool in front of the oh so delectable delicious nurse, and I was back up on my feet!

WDP 11kL1Mon09aThe laughed when I told her. The blood was taken with no external bleeding.

She even rang the Sherwood Health Centre for me and made an appointment for me. She’s too good to and for me, and I love it, and her!

She left, I cried, and then pulled myself together, made a brew, took a rather appealing photo of the view of the very almost cold sunshine outside, that did look pretty beautiful all the same.

1Mon10

Then got on with some updating on here, and put the appointment the Angel of Mercy had made for me, onto the Google Calendar.

Then on impulse and partly because I now had none left, I decided to catch the bus into Arnold and get some haemorrhoid cream!

A bit of a rush to get to the bus stop, I briefly called into the ILC’s Independent Living Coordinators for older and vulnerable customers, holding and interrogation office. Who, according to Nottingham City Homes, promote the general wellbeing of tenants in our schemes. They will encourage the development of a supportive environment where social activities are encouraged within the context of respecting individual privacy and promoting independence. Undertaking home visits with our tenants to ensure that the health and wellbeing of residents remain at the forefront of the service area. Possessing experience of managing a diverse workload with conflicting priorities, They have the knowledge and understanding of the needs of older and vulnerable people, providing a primary point of contact for tenants in a given location. They will adopt a collaborative approach in situations where they need to refer and liaise with voluntary agencies and carers, activity coordinators, community organisations, health and social care services, emergency services, stakeholders, as well as colleagues and families of the individuals they are supporting. Good communication skills coupled with an adaptable and proactive approach to continuously improve and develop the service are essential. They have the ability to create and maintain both paper-based and computerised records, where they will accurately update tenant and scheme records, record incidents, log visits and calls, as well as records actions taken. Tact and sensitivity will be shown at all times. As well as knowledge and understanding of health and safety legislation, GDPR and safeguarding policy to ensure client safety, maintain personal information and uphold client confidentiality. They will also demonstrate the ability to make accurate and timely decisions, using their own judgement in sometimes complex situations. They will require a flexible approach to working in terms of hours and location. Just thought I’d mention it. Haha! Poor devils!

Out to the L9 stop, and listened and joined in the gossip, moans, niggles, complaints and laughter from the other tenants. Got on the bus and the crossword book out, I didn’t do very well mind.

1Mon11Dropped off in Arnold, assisted off of the bus by a complete stranger, that was nice! Thanked him, and over the road to the Wilko Store.

WD 0.0.255 Where I got conned by the pricing ticket on the shelves. There was clearly a £1 price sign uner the Germoloid Haemorrhoid cream. I was tickled pink at seeing this amazing price. Especially so cheap, and this being the best cream of them all for Harold’s Haemorrhoid treatment! Put it in the basket, and got a leach and washing-up liquid as well. To the check-out, paid without thinking, and poddled off to get the bus back home.

1Mon12Walking along High Street to the bus stop, it dawned on me. (I often get dawned-on, you know, Haha!) I’d just paid £4.39 for a 50p washing up liquid, a 49p bleach and the Germoloid cream? So how much was I robbed of for the ticketed as £1 cream! I was miffed about that! But I felt a right gullible fool at the same time. Humph!

The crossword book came out again on the bus. I got an answer in an old puzzle, I go through those I have not finished repeatedly, and getting this one, cheered me a tad. But that was it, no more success… Ah, that could be a title for my Biography? Har-har!

1Mon13Back at Winwood Heights, and got off of the bus last, another tenant offered to help me off the bus. Kind of him, but I wondered if I was looking over-pale or sickly today. Hehe!

I walked in the cold sunlight to the Winwood Court entrance on Chestnut Walk.

1Mon14From near the door, I took a photo 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! With its finger tearing metal window openings (Even a maintenance man, after being warned when he came to inspect the crumbling concrete or cement bits falling from the ceiling of the balcony, still trapped his finger in the clip, it bled, he swore… I remember it well). The only flat having an invasion of Boll-weevils! The new light & view-blocking new windows with their wide sticking out ledges, which have put an end to my being able to look down to see if a fire engine is in attendance or to take photographs straight down. The sink plug that needs unblocker put down it almost, no, every day! The water closet that (I’ve timed it!) takes 15 minutes to refill, and has cigarette burns all over it, inside and out from the previous tenants? The intercom that cannot be heard when anyone calls, not that this is crucial, cause half the time it doesn’t work anyway. The Fire Alarm that I cannot hear activating! The kindly supplied by Nottingham City Homes pillow-shaker fire alarm, that goes off more nights than not, but there is no fire. The heaters, that need a degree in engineering to manipulate… Oh, I am so sorry, I got carried away there! 

1Mon14aI turned and took a rather natty-looking as it turned out, I think, snap of part of Winwood, and a distinguished-looking Winchester Court.

One of the surviving trees from the upgrading process added a lovely touch I reckon! I often have a chat with it as I pass by, you know!

1Mon15As got inside and popped into the Wardens Holding Cells. There were all three ILC’s all together, which is a rarity, so I took a picture of them and handed some nibbles out. Left to right, they are, Julie (Winchester Court), Deana (Woodthorpe Court), New Gal (Winwood Court?)

I was soon off back to flat.1Mon16

Some mail had been delivered. A PollCard for the lections on 12th December to pick some more robbing, lying, two-faced, obnoxious, uncaring set of politicians to lead the Government again. The voting is taking place in the new big social room, so I’ll have less walking to get to it this year, Haha! And another letter from the Police, cause I had forgotten to reply to their original letter about the Pegasus updating. I must get some help with this.

1Mon16aI got the three items purchased put away, leaving the Germoloid, the expensive Germoloids cream in the wet room. I thought about the nosh for a while as I made a brew and took the medications.

The sky was so bright and very misleading from indoors. Looking out at the admittedly 1Mon18beautiful sky, it appeared as if it was all warm out there. In reality, when I opened the window to take this photographicalisation on the right, I took it sharpishly, cause the cold coming in through the opening, almost made me jump! Low clouds, I wonder what that means? Rain? No, surely not.

I decided on one of the Roast Vegetable Risotto meal and planned it in fine detail (Oh yes, I was determined to get it right!) I got the tray in the oven cooking, set the timer for 15 minutes, got some caramelised gravy made. Added some cut-up tomatoes, and got it in the pan heating up. The timer rang, and I got the tray out of the kiln, added the sourdough baguette, gravy and tomatoes, mixed it all up, and back into the oven for another 15 minutes on high. Fanny Craddock? Gordon Ramsay? Galloping Gourmet? Huh! Hahaha! But I was not over-confident really and feared this might turn out to be a bit of a disaster. But I am known for my being on the horns of a dilemma, shilly-shallying, iffyness, panicky-moments, nervousness, lacking confidence and hesitancy. Not to mention my hypomnesia, wool-gathering, absentmindedness and moments of puerile-obliviousness. I think that covers it.

1Mon19I made a bit of a mess serving up the meal, but after smelling and seeing it, I left the cleaning up until later and got on and took the meal on the tray into the front room to feast on.

WDP09LWD 0.0.255 Argh! Again, (Unbelievable!) I just got sat down, tray on knees and was about to take my first forkful of fodder – And the landline rang and flashed at me! Grumph & Grobble-ackers! It was a call from the Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep vein Arterial Thromboembolism Clinic, (A mouthful that!) with the new Warfarin doses. Current NR level was down to 1.7, so the new doses will be 2½ today, and 2 every other day. I thanked the lady. I’d taken the med’s early already, so just took another Warfarin straight away.

Then, back to the dining. A veritable, tasty feasting was had! 9/10 for the Taste-Rating!

I got the things washed up from the cooking and did the handwashing. Then settled down to watch an Auf Wiedersehen Series one DVD. I got through the first episode well enough and enjoyed it. During the second one, I drifted off into what I thought was a deep sleep.

WD 0.0.255 But, when I sprang awake a couple of hours later, there were signs of nocturnal nibbling having taken place, all around me. Guilty! Crumbs (Likely from the Mannen lemon wafers), and the odd half-a-peanut here and there! Also, as I moved to get up for a wee-wee, I found a teaspoon, where a teaspoon should not have been! That made my eyes water!

To the wet room, with comparative ease, Arthur Itis was being kind to me, although a ne pain had developed on top of the left foot, a bit of a mystery that one? The wee-wee turned out to be of the URP (Ultra-Resistant-Painful) mode.  

1Mon20I cleaned up nocturnal-nibbling residue from around the recliner and decided to make a brew.

I noticed the red sky on the horizon and took a shot of it.

I made the tea, returned to the TV and turned back the DVD to watch the missed part of the episode… Zzzz! (No DVD, No tea! Hehe!)

Inchcock Today – Sun 17th Nov 2019: A muddleheaded, brain-pixillated, woolly-headed day – All normal then!

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Sunday 17th November 2019

Croatian: Nedjelja 17.11.2019

0Nov 17

01:35hrs: I woke up, but somewhat reluctantly this morning. For there were small imprints of a dream memory floating about in my electroencephalographically-challenged brain. I tried to access them without any success. All I could decipher was that I was enjoying the experience, but no details at all. Most aggranoying!

I surrendered to the impulse to get free of 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), recliner. Mainly due to the need for a wee-wee. I got up, slowly as the grogginess was lurking about in me again, and utilised the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). Which, incidentally, I find it so much easier nowadays, with using the four-pronged walking stick, it being stand-supportable and within reach, while I perform such activity.

WD 100.20.0 It was of a disappointing PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode. And almost a best-guess job as to when it had finished! Tsk! Washed the dandies, and got the handwashing moved about on the airers. Put the kettle on, took the medications, and it was time for a Porcelain-Throne visit.

WD 100.20.0 Off to the wet room, nervously expecting another massive evacuation and the system getting blocked up again, which is just what happened! But the proportions were even more substantial this time. How? Where from? How come it was gurgled away this time? Humph! At least the bleeding was only light, and it could have been messier, I suppose.

7Sun04Had a good cleaning session and wash up after the evacuation. The legs I noticed, were a lot less pot-marked and not so affected by the Myasthenia gravis and Vasculitis, so, fewer lumps and growths are showing! Which is good, if an intermittent thing. But they are still somewhat bombycinous and pale, mind.

7Sun02As I was taking the mug of tea to the computer desk, I noticed the readings on the Nottingham City Homes supplied for free, monitor thingy, was showing out of sync a smidge. It indicates that the heat is getting too high – well I can’t feel it? Humidity is in just off the green markings on the rankings. It’s cold to me, and the fog may be having an effect on the moisture.

I took a couple of shots from the unliked and unwanted new kitchen window, with its thick, light and view-blocking frames. The first one in Night Scene mode, and the second in Auto.

7Sun01

I got on with the Saturday post updating. It took about four hours to get all done and posted off. So many photos to get right, and the fingers with their Peripheral neuralgia and dysaesthesia problems, were making things increasingly worse for me when typing. I was spending more and more time correcting things.

7Sun06When it was done, I got the mushrooms in the crock-pot. Added some of the Puti vinegar and onion granules. I think I may have put in too much of these, though. Judging by how the picture looks in the dish? But, we’ll see later on when I taste one of them. A big day with cooking, I’ve got Josie’s to do first, and mine later on. I want to get the gals looking right.

7Sun05I’ve just realised, I think the droning, whining noise from outside, is getting a bit less now? But, maybe with all the coughing and blowing of the nose, what bit of hearing I’ve got left has temporarily been made worse?

I took three shots of outside again to show you the misty morning.

I went on the WordPress reader for a while, then went on the TFZer Facebook page, to try and catch up and put the newer pictures on the albums.

I set about making neighbour Josie’s dinner. Smoked haddock, tuna in mayonnaise, gherkins, tomatoes, cheesy mashed potatoes, a Limoncello dessert, lemon wakers and a gin & tonic. I took a photo of it as a last-minute thought – but realised much later, that the SD card was not in the camera! Grr! I got it all served up and the tray on the mobile server and delivered it tp her door. But no answerer. I waited about for ten minutes while the meal got colder, and Josie came in the hallway to the flats, she’d been doing her laundry. Still, she seemed content with the nosh. No time for a proper chinwag, else the fodder would have got too cold to eat.

I returned to the flat and completed the washing up. Heck of a job when I’ve made instant potato cheesies, they cling on to everything, forks, spoon, mixing bowl, Hehehe! But I mastered them in the end. Thoughts on what I might have for nosh came to mind, so I looked at what was available, and there was plenty to choose from. I opted for chips, bacon medallions, the rest of the peas and mushrooms. But, I could not cook chips and the bacon at the same time, so another thinking session. I opened a tin of potatoes and put it in with the mushrooms and peas, so now all I have to do is put the chips in. Cushty!

7Sun03Did some updating on the diary, and went to check on the saucepan. All was okay.

I saw the cleaned empty jars on the side, ready for going down to the recycling bin. But sudden fatigue and weariness had arrived again.

I decided to turn off the computer and get the nosh ready before I flaked out. Haha! The thought of the pretty, highly desirable Polish phlebotomy nurse coming in the morning cheered me up a tad.

7Sun08I stripped off the clothes and got into the jammies. Shattered! I got the meal prepared, and served up. Into the rickety-recliner and ate the nosh while watching the England v Kosovo match.

Which I didn’t last until half-time. 0-0 when I nodded off; and my hopes for this messy England side did not bode well. Imagine my surprise when I woke up in the morning and saw a 4-0 win for the three-lions!

But I must have needed the kip methinks, I’ve never fallen asleep during an England football match in my life, well, I have now! Shame-Faced-Mode-Adopted!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 14th November 2019: An aporia-ridden Day, Hey-Ho!

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Thursday 14th November 2019

Croatian: Četvrtak, 14 Studenog 2019. Godine

0Nov 14

23:00hrs: After so many interruptions trying to get to sleep last night, I gave-up altogether, I needed another wee-wee anyway. The GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) I had moved into readiness position by the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety, rusty, recliner. It was well-filled, and I added to it. This time with an ELRWS (Extra-Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee. The container needed emptying and sanitising, so I grabbed the four-pronged walking stick and off to the kitchen I hobbled, with Arthur Itis not so bad in the knees, yet. I’m mastering (that may be too strong a word?) this multiple-footed, stand-upable stick now.

4Thu02 I took the bin in the wet room, sorted and refreshed it, then myself, and went to the kitchen. Where I was pleased with this photographicalisation on the left, that I took. I chose the Night-Landscape option on the choices dial. Rather a moody-outcome that pleased me somewhat. I saved it in 64-bit. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

3Wed07WD 60.20.0 As I got the medications out, I noticed the newly yesterday evening short-delivered prescriptions. Then, that last night’s dose was still in the blister pack – so a good start! But I’m well-pleased that I sent the email informing the Carrington Pharmacy about the problem last night. It’ll save a job, or me forgetting to do it today! True!

4Thu03I only took one Warfarin with the morning doses. Had a good swig of the cough Linctus. 

Next, I got the mushrooms in the saucepan, not heated, just marinating with some Soy sauce and Philippanese Sukang Puti (Pinakamasarap) vinegar. The strongest available! Whether the 4Thu04mushroom fungi will sink or take any of the flavours in, I’ll find out tonight. When I add them with some Nutoory tomatoes, which I got ready for slicing later as well. I’m getting very experimentationalistical with food in my old age! I hope this seasoning doesn’t prompt any postprandial problems from the rear or front-end, with the roast vegetable risotto it’s all going into. Haha!

The irritating humming droning noise is still out there all around the building. It’s being joined at this moment, by a pinging sounds occasionally? Grr! I hope some part of the building isn’t beginning to break up?

WD 60.20.0 I made a brew and got on the computer. Visited the WordPress Reader, then in the updating of the Wednesday blog. Stopping often a cross between a cough and a sneeze, and each time thought the insides of my chest would pop-out. Having so many weak unwilling mini-wee-wees, that I got the GPEWWB out again near the desk! Not much being passed, but so often, the bucket is filling up already! Hard to concentrate having to stop for a wee-wee, albeit tiny, and a cough-sneeze that needs the physical removal of the phlegm! A little recondite to explain, but ‘Pissed-offedness-Status’ was adopted! Possibly made worse by my irresistible thirst for tea, that is getting even stronger! Help!

Many hours later, I got the post finalised. Phew! Sent it off to WordPress and on Emails.

I had a touch of xerophthalmia, so sprayed some Visualise water on the eyes. I suspect it is due to the long hours watching the computer screen, perhaps? Hey-Ho!

WD 60.20.0 Each time I got up for a wee-wee, to make a cuppa or to check on something that was worrying me (Yes, it’s another of my nebbish, being nervous, pessimistic, unpropitious state of mind days), the knees seemed to get more painful? Did I leave the light on in the wet room? Have I turned off the hot water tap? Did I turn on or off the stove? What day is it? These and more worries just have to checked-out. This type of disadvantageously direful dilemma that the Stroke seems to be with me forever. However, the need for the Porcelain Throne attendance pulled me out of the self-pity syndrome. And I was off to the wet room.

4Thu05WD 60.20.0 Another dirty-great-dollop of an evacuation. Bleeding from the front (Little Inchy) and rear (Hemorrhoid Harold). But nowhere near as messy this time. You see? There is often a silver-lining if you look in-depth, long and hard enough! It helps if you are wearing the wrong glasses! Haha!

WD 60.20.0 The legs (pins), really getting back to their usual pale but yellowy-coloured skin, warped fluid-retaining mangy state. And again displaying the blood papsules, veinal growths, lumps, spots, weals, scars, bruises, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples, and maculations. With Thrombophlebitis, and assorted new Clopidogrel inspired grooves and ridges. As for the knees, they were stiffer than ever now!

WDP 11hLHowever, regardless of the bleeding and the poor state of the pins, this was not necessarily a bad thing. It took me out of the depression I was slowly falling into, by a strange sort of satisfaction, contentment, that the recent good luck I’d been having, was fading, and the acknowledged, accepted, accustomed state of perpetual-pain and discomfort had returned. I can take this condition, but me having luck and being fortunate is foreign to me. Thus, as I left the room, a smile crept over my face, and then tripped over the four-pronged walking stick. I had to laugh!

4Thu06I decided to add some of the Natoora, South Korean (Large bank account needing) mushrooms to the normal Irish ones that were already marinating in the pan. A multi-cultural nosh in the offing today. Irish and South Korean mushrooms, cooking in a Hong Kong made saucepan, while the Berkshire Italian style baked roast vegetable risotto, with Taiwan rice cooks in the Spanish-made oven. Sicilian Tiger Plum tomatoes to be added. With Philippines Sukang Puti (Pinakamasarap) vinegar, and Chinese light Soy sauce. Oh, I do hope it turns out okay! I hope to be cooking some rice in the rice-cooker soon.

Hello, the time’s shot by, better get the ablutions done, and visit Jenny. Back in a while, crocodile… I am a fool!

WDP 11hLThe ablutions went well. A few dropsies were all I had to put up with, well, a lot of dropsies really. Haha! However, no cut gums, no bleeding from shaving, Little Inchy nor Harold’s Haemorrhoids. The battle with the sock was painless (Almost!), and both sock fittings worked the first time, too! No lumps of finger trapped, 

I got the mushrooms on the lowest setting on the stove ring. Then set off, with some PPs on the three-wheeler for Jenny. I rang her bell and left them on the floor outside the door in a carrier bag.

4Thu07Got in the lift and down to the ground floor, and along the link-passage into the Winwood Court. Doing a bit of chesty-coughing en route. The tickle is back! I took a snap through the window, of the new unused as yet, al-fresco seating area. One day when the warm sun appears, I shall go out, sit on a bench, get the crossword book out, and fall asleep. Hopefully! Haha!

4Thu08I got to the Winwood foyer and went up the lift to the rooftop lounge/rest area. As the elevator door opened, I was greeted by one of the Dulux dogs that someone had put on a coffee table. It looked so real for a second or two. Haha!

4Thu09I wandered around and took a picture through the window, of the Woodthorpe Grange Park. By gum, the wind and rain were so vicious out there. The trees were bending and blowing in the vicious gusts of wind.

4Thu10I opened the automatic push-pad doors and took a photo of Woodthorpe Court, while partially under-cover beneath the eave of the opening.

It looked pretty bleak, misty, wet and depressing!

4Thu11Then I made a snap of the new rooftop veranda, with the chained-down tables and chairs. This secured them from getting blown away in the high winds. It was not done to prevent people from nicking them! He-He! No wonder with this weather, that there was no one out there. But then, there has never been anyone out there on my visits, yet!

4Thu12WD 60.20.0 I did venture out into the rain briefly, to take a shot of the blocked rooftop drains. They’ve been like this since they were built in the first place. I had a nosey around all the windows when I came back in. I wonder how many fallen leaves 4Thu13there were out there at the back of the court? Millions there must have been?

When I got in the lift to go down, I tried to catch my reflection with a thumbs-up sign in the panelling and plastic, but it didn’t work. Hey-Ho!

I called at the Oberstfureresses holding-cell office and handed some of the Red Bull Sicilian tomatoes for them to try. They were no impressed. On the way down the link corridor, Angela and Frank came in the opposite direction, and we had a mini-gossip and shared the nibbles.

WD 60.20.0 I got to the Woodthorpe lift foyer, Gawd, it’s cold in there after coming out from Winwood Court!

Up to the flat, and collected the box of recyclables. I took it balanced on the three-wheeler, down to the caretaker’s room. The lads were having a break and told me to leave the box where it was, and they’ll take it out to the bin for me, bless em! We had a natter and laugh, shared the nibbles, and I started off back to the apartment. In the lift lobby, Christine and Welsh William arrived at the same time, and we had a chinwag on the way up.

Back in the flat. Another ELRWS wee-wee was taken. Washed up and made a brew. I got a call confirming the nurse’s attendance in the morning. Oh, dear! I thought it was for next Friday, not this one!

I called xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete, to cancel his and Jane’s visit. We had a good natter that I enjoyed. The weather is not going be any better anyway, according to the forecast.

4Thu15

4Thu14I took to his shot of the house opposite the flats that are being upgraded, new roof, an extension built etc. to show Brother-in-Law Pete. He was in the building game for a few years. Until he won the lottery and got left a fortune by an unknown relative, and retired when he turned forty. Don’t suppose I’ll get my money and valuables back now for a while.

I got with TFZer Facebook updating for an hour or so. I turned everything off and made a start on the nosh. The ready-made risotto meal in the oven. Kept stirring the mushrooms, and after 15 minutes in the kiln, I took out the tray, and added the tomatoes and both types of mushrooms, and back into the stove for a further ten-minutes on hot. Kept an eye on the meal, all the time, stirring it once. While doing this bit of cooking, I had to take three LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wees!

4Thu21aGot the nosh served up, and it was a real delight to the taste-buds. Flavour-Rated at 8.8/10. Admitted it looked a right mess, but I ate it from the tray in the bowl-dish and saved a bit on washing up! Haha! 

I washed up and got another ‘Hustle’ DVD, series five to view. Most comforting in a way, when the nodding-off, waking and rewinding the DVD to where I fell asleep to try and watch it again repeat-circle began. I was a bit concerned that the coughing, wheezing and sneezing might disturb the neighbours, but a good swig of the Linctus and things calmed down. I did stay awake long enough to give up trying to watch the ‘Hustle’ episodes and changed to watching the TV. The adverts were on at the time, and… Zzzz! Heavenly!

WDP 11gLWD 60.20.0 Woke up a couple of hours later for yet another wee-wee, blimey, it was a long, painful reluctant one! Argh! Would be an apt word to use. Hehehe!  I stayed up, then.

May all who have read this true-clap-trap, be granted enormous, generous proportions of prosperity, providence, profit and fiscal plenteousness, and receive, benevolence, empathy and appreciation from all others today! Bless yers!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 13th November 2019: Never has one had a worserer ending to a day. Tsk!

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Wednesday 13th November 2019

Hungarian: 2019 November 13 Szerda

0Nov 13

23:15hrs: I fell asleep early and woke up early, back to the old much-missed panicky ‘In-Need-of-the-Porcelain Throne’ habit is back. Out of the £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. That 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, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later). Off to the wet room.

It was a mammoth evacuation, but not messy, aroma-challenging, and no bleeding from the rear-end or Little Inchy. All in all, a fair, but coughing filled session!

Washed and off to the kitchen. Took the medications and made a rich brew of Glengettie Gold tea! Then to the computer, intent of getting the updating of yesterday’s post done. But… WD 150.0.0

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WD 150.0.0 I went to set up the Rice-Cooker ready for later…but the plug would not go in the socket! After spitting, making myself cough worse than ever, and a little blue language, I gave-up! Snottleburgers! I’ll have to inform the supplier late. Grumph!

The computer was working, but so slow! So, I got the ablutions sorted early while I gave it some more time. Not a bad session, a few dropsies that’s all, and with it being so early, no noisy showering.

Back to the computerisationing, things seemed to still be a little slow, but it was working at least. Thank you, Mr Fries! I got on with the updating, and with so many photographs from the After-Stroke Physio visit, and all the altercations to report, it took a monumentally long time to get done.

WD 150.0.0 Then after posting, the Porcelain Throne was required again. It was dichotomously poles-apart from the first one, although still massive in size, it was messy. Bloody and a right stinker-phoo! Also, immediately after the evacuation finished, a wee-weeing of monumental proportions came and came and… well you get the idea, it flowed a lot! I had another bit of a struggle to stem the flow, too! Haha!

I didn’t consider things to be too bad all the same. I was getting back slowly to my regular rotten-luck, unfortunateness, boo-boos, devil’s own luck and ill-fortune. Well, after so many years of failure and my being the headmaster when it comes to coping with hard knocks, omissions and miscalculations, the last few days of having the odd little good fortune, was not a little off-putting and worrying! But I feel things are now getting back to the usual suicidal, depressionalistic style. I alright with this, I’m content, cause I’m used to it.

WDP 08LWD 150.0.0 +: As if it was timed for this blog, a Mega-Whoopsie then happened. The Morrison delivery arrived. Which had the Christmas treats on it… but, the driver spotted that one of the mini-bottles of wine, had been shattered! And he could not leave any stuff in the bad or the one next to it, for fear of shards being delivered!3Wed01f 

Fair enough! I ended up with just two carriers of food being left.

The poor driver cut his finger, trying to sort-out if anything could be delivered from the two carriers. But it was too risky for him to hand anything over. He told me to email Morrison’s with the details. Which was complicated, because they do not supply any paperwork with the delivery! Mind you, none of them does now, I don’t think. I thanked the chap and 3Wed01gaoff he went. I put away the stuff that was delivered, not a big job, and took a picture to send to Morrison’s of the goods I’d received. And went on the email to read the order snipped it, and put it on CorelDraw to put a line through the products that had to be taken back. This cost me a lot of time to get done, but I managed it.

3Wed01JIt looked clear enough to me, at least.

Then I formulated the wording so they could understand me plainly enough, ready to use on the email.

At least the roast vegetable risotto meals had been in another carrier bag, so were not affected and were delivered for me to enjoy, perhaps tonight?

Especially as I can’t use the new rice-cooker at the moment. Tsk!

Ah, well, Hey-Ho!

3Wed01LI got on the computer and Google Mail. But could I find an address for the Morrisons Customer-Service? No! I found a direct link that would not let me add photographs, which I’d hoped would save me a lot of writing.

Then, to my utter surprise, I got an email come in from Morrisons!

The driver must have phoned and advised them straight away on leaving Woodthorpe Court for me?

So, Jane and Pete, Mo, Jenny, Deana, Julie, Josie, Cyndy and the others will have to wait for their treats now!

The Intercom flashed and rang out, it was the Ocado delivery. He had the precious Glengettie Gold, and Thompsons teabags. Plus the wonderfully tasty Soul-Food vegetarian chilli and the Milk Roll bread with him! The chap put the things inside for me. Thanked him. The fridge, cupboards and freezer were now chocka-block!

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I decided to take some nibbles out in the trolley. I know that Jenny are not it today, it’s their feasting-out day. I’ll take the camera, and nip up to Lidl, no, Aldi on the bus to get some bleach. Back in a while… Hopefully! Immediate change of plans when I saw the wind blowing the hell out of the trees. I’ll go to town on the bus if I can catch it in time.

Out, down in the lift, through the link-passage and called at the Oberstgruppenfhúreress Warden Julie’s and Hauptsturmfhúreress Deana’s holding and interrogation office as I passed it on the way. Left the sourdough and milk roll loaves on the desk for them.

Quick hello to Herbert as he was starting a new jigsaw puzzle off in the main social room, and pressed on to the bus stop. A little drizzle had joined the wind. Not a soul waiting for the bus at the shelter, but there were several folks already on the bus. I got on board the Bestwood routed L9 and had a natter as I settled in a side-saddle seat, by the time I had got down, it was time to get up again to get o3Wed01Tff in Sherwood. Hehe!

I alighted at the bottom of Winchester Street hill. The L9 bus I’d just got off of can be seen in this photo on the right. I plodded on down to Mansfield Road and turned left, to visit the Ozan International Food Store. I’ve not visited it lately, because with my struggling with the trolley in the narrow aisles and steep steps3Wed02 having to be tackled getting around the store, it is a bit of hard work. However, my desire for their lemon wafers and biscuits gave me the will-power to try again. They had now started to display their fruit and veg outside on the pavement! And the food looked horrible. Withered and unappealing most of it looked. Especially some tomatoes on display, talk about macerated!

WDP 11gLWD 150.0.0 WD 150.0.0a I got in and started to have a wander in the shop. Struggling to get the trolley around with me in the narrow aisles, I came to the three steep steps up to the so-called, fresh-foods section. This is where I was in the middle of lifting the trolley as I gingerly stepped up, and had a visit from Dizzy Dennis. Twisted the knees as I had to catch my balance, and Arthur Itis kicked into life! From here on, it was limping around painfully for the rest of the day for me! Tsk! I did get some chicken sausages from the fridge. I’d had these before, and found them tasty and morish in the extreme. Which was silly really, with all the ready-meals I had at home in the fridge and freezer, What a Schmuck! I searched painfully, for some lemon wafers or biscuits without any luck. Until I was making my way limpingly (Gawd, the knees were giving me some gip now!) to the till, and I spotted they had lemon mini-lemon cakes, individually wrapped on display near the counter, and added a pack to the chicken sausages.

3Wed10aPaid the gal, and out and up Mansfield Road! Where I met Welsh William, who told me of another shop closing, a Charity outlet, sadly. So we went in to have a look for any bargains in their Clearance Sale prices. William had left, I nosied at the DVDs, in hopes of finding ‘The Negotiator’ film, but no. Still, at three for a pound, I bought these DVDs, even if I have seen them before (apart from Safe House), at that price.

WD 150.0.0 WD 150.0.0a The knees were bad, I had the occasional 3Wed03stumble when the front wheel of the trolley hit gaps and sticking up bits of the paving slabs or slid on the leaves, causing Back-Pain-Brenda to join in with Arthur Itis giving out the pain. Tsk!

A chap came and held the door open for me at the Post Office stores, as I struggled up the steep steps with the walker-guide to get inside, thank you mate! I didn’t have much success in their either. No puff-pastry fingers or Orange digestives. But I bought a pack of Vienna swirls.

3Wed05Paid the man, who was on his mobile throughout the time serving me, so I could not ask him if he was going to get any Puff Pastry fingers in stock, and I departed out into the oh, so cold sunshine. Still no rain, and the wind seemed to be dropping.

I meandered stumblingly up to and across the pelican lights over the road. And up the hill to the bus stop. Welsh William was spotted, nipping into the Coral bookies on the corner of Hall Street. It is handily placed for its many customers from Winwood Heights. With the cheap booze shop on the opposite corner, this is a boon for the alcoholics and obsessed, addicted, passionate, fanatical alcoholics and gambling-junkies at our Winwood Heights flats. I’ve only been in a bookie twice in my life, never picked a winner. Did the lottery for several years, without a single win of any size. Did the pools for donkey’s years, and won once, 4/6d (23p) for my £1 stake. So, with my record, it’s no surprise that gambling isn’t for me. But I can see the appeal all the same, for someone who is luckier than I. (Which seems everyone!) Hehehe!.

Got on the 40 bus, with Christine. We hobbled from the Winchester Street stop up to the flats. The leaves were making walking safely difficult, and Chrissie guided me onto the road and kept conk for traffic. A couple of near toppling over incidents en route to the flats. A good job Christine was with me. We nattered away and got to the lift lobby in Woodthorpe Court, where we were met by some other neighbours, Christine, Welsh William, two unknown new residents and myself rode up chinwagging as we went.

3Wed06I got in the flat, and after a wee-wee, got the nosh sorted out and served up. I had the chicken sausages with a tin of chopped tomatoes and added some passata to it. An apple, a Pop-Kek lemon cake, and a lemon curd yoghourt to follow. I ate rather too much Milk Roll bread with it, though! But it was delicious, a flavour-rating of 7.5/10!

I was feeling suddenly drained, out of energy, which is a regular occurrence, I put the tray on the chair, and simply nodded off into heavenly blissful sleep!

3Wed11WD 150.0.0 Huh! The landline chirped and flashed into life. I grumblingly freed my cumbersome-plump body from the recliner an answered the call. It was a nurse lady from the Medicines Team. The After-Stroke woman who did the six-month Check-up on me had reported to her that I need assistance and have problems with the medications? She arranged to visit me next Wednesday at 09:30hrs. Oh? I thanked her and took the meal things to be washed up. Had a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wee, and moved the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) to next to the recliner, I think it will likely be needed overnight.

WD 150.0.0 I got settled again in the second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige coloured rickety recliner, and turned on the TV, to watch some ‘Hustle’ DVD. But soon the doubts of whether I had turned off the hot water tap appeared, and I just had to go and check on it, to find all was okay… But it was lucky that I did this because I’d left the hob on the stove one! Self-Disgust-Mode-Adopted!

Back in the recliner, irritated and low in spirits now. I got the DVD back on, with subtitles of course. And was soon back in the land of Nod! Ah, lovely!

WD 150.0.0 The door chime rang out! I gave a sigh of fed-upness, Hauled my weary torso and attached ailments from the rickety recliner, I put on a dressing gown and answered the door, with full comprehensiveness lacking, I must admit. A young lady handed me a parcel of prescription medications. I thanked her and placed them on the kitchen worktop.

WD 150.0.0 I returned to the recliner and got down to rest again. But not for long. Sleep was now refusing to come. My thought-riddled brain would not allow it. Something was wrong, out-of-order, not right, needed doing, whatever it was, it bugged me not knowing! I got up to check that I’d closed the door properly, yep, all done. Then, ‘Had I taken the evening medications yet? The now puddled mind was playing me up. All these interruptions didn’t help, and my temporary dementedness was a handicap too. I thought I’d get up yet again, to check the tablet-blister packs to check on the doses left in.

WD 150.0.0 3Wed07Entering the kitchen and seeing the pack of medications, it dawned on me what I was worried about – the pack was nowhere near the size it usually is, so I opened it up, to find that there were no Warfarin tablets. No Paracetamols. Also, no Duodenal Donald medicines and no Macrogul sachets! Something else to worry about, and have to sort out! (I forgot all about not taking the evening medications – Grumph!)

WDP 11fLGot the computer on and sent an email to the Pharmacist. Turned off, and back to the recliner.

WD 150.0.0 Could I get to sleep again?

Could I Boggleshine!