Inchcock Today – Wed 12 June 2019: Bestest trip to town in ages!

2019 12 June

2019 June 11

Wednesday 12th June 2019

Croatian: Srijeda 12. Lipnja 2019

02:35hrs. Woke, remembering the Stroke Aid visitors Caroline and Sophia, Morrison’s delivery to arrive twixt 06:30>07:30hrs, and the Blood Taking Nurse all to sort out this morning. Freed my bulbous-body from the £300 second-hand, c1968, grotty-beige coloured, rickety recliner, then, off I went for a wee-wee. Taking care to avoid any more of the painful toe stubbing en route!

I must say the colouration was very bright this morning on the toe inspection picture. But I had to use a flat board to hold the camera steady, as the right hand, fingers, and arm were in a full electricity inspired dancing mood.

To the kitchen to do the health checks next3Wed01. The readings seemed excellent to me. At, Sia 122, Dia 64, pulse 83 and temperature 34.8°c.

Got the medications out to take later, and placed them near the computer, so I do not forget to take them. (I hope!)

I got the computer on, to get started and finish off the updating of the Tuesday blog.

3Wed03I noticed the Cancer Screening kit laying near the sock-glide as a reminder to me.

Maybe today, a Porcelain Throne Evacuation might come. I feel like one is on the way, so I’ll attend to taking the samples first thing when I get in the wet room.

Yesterday, there were none at all? Mmm!

WD51.51.0 deepOlive Working on the keyboard today was a nightmare. The flaming right side fingers, hand, and arm were pretty consistent with their electrified jumping and dancing about. Making doing the post update, a long, frustrating session. Nevermind! I did get it done eventually.

3Wed05Then caught up on the WordPress Reader, and TFZer Facebooking.

Time to get the ablutions tended to, I hope the shaking doesn’t cause problems with my taking the samples, that could be really embarrassing!

Took the photo on the right of the rain, from the balcony windows.

Back in a while, I’m off to the wet room, hopefully, for Sample-Taking and to get the ablutions done and sorted. Too early for a shower, though.

3Wed04WD51.51.0 deepOlive Well, what a comical fumble about! I was advised to ‘catch’ any evacuated material, in a disposable container, to take the two samples from it. Print my name (Already done) and date in the sleeve cover, seal it up, and ready the next lot for tomorrow’s sampling. Of course, everything was as solid as a rock, and despite my best efforts, nothing could be moved! Not even any wind escaped!

So, I gave up and got an extended stand-up scrubbing, shaved, teggies, and got ready to adorn my clothing.

WD-A 51.51.0 d olive I achieved using the sock-glide without any toe stubbing the hand/leg shakes. But I did take a little skin off of a finger knuckle on the metal and rubber holding grip. I’m not sure why I tried the glide with this small pair of socks made from Bamboo. I considered putting on the Ankle-Support, but the toe was stinging as it was, without the blood flow being cut. I battled my aboulia, hesitatingly, hummed and faffled about, should I, shouldn’t I, for ages. In the end, I decided to leave the decision making until later. Humph!

Back to the computer, and did some Coreldraw work, and edited this blog.

The intercom rang and flashed, it was the Morrison delivery. I got to the phone as quick as I could, for the toe seemed to be getting more painful. I buzzed him in and… The damned right hand burst into one of its involuntary Axonotmesis inspired shakes and twitching session, and I dropped the phone…

The coil wire allowed the phone to fall straight down, as the shaking hand made me drop the handset, and guess what?

3Wed05a1aWD-A 51.51.0 d olive It was just long enough for the receiver to reach far enough for it to land on, and clout my already suffering and unlucky poor stubbed toe!

I took a photo of the perilously bad-luck ridden for me, intercom phone, with the flex in its “Watch-Out-Inchcock – pain on the way” position. Tsk! Showing how well, nay, perfectly, that it was set-up, the optimum length of flex available for reaching, falling on, bashing, bruising further, and clouting any unsuspecting stubbed toes that might foolishly be joined to the end some fools foot, that is in the vicinity or using the intercom. Hahaha!

3Wed001A few words of a naughty variety were uttered underneath my breath. Like, ‘Oh fancy that!’ ‘Well, blow me down! and ‘Arghh!’ Hehe!

The Morrison chap arrived up at the flat and placed the bags in the hallway. I could not resist telling him of my Accifauxpas with the phone. He was not impressed, but he m3Wed06anaged a half-smile. I thanked him, and off he shot.

Once again, I had forgotten about returning the carrier bags that should have been recovered from the previous order delivered. Ah, well! Worse things happen at sea!

Yet, still, my IQ told me things would improve later?

3Wed08I put the purchases away. I had overdone it again, and, or, made more cock-ups doing the order in the first place.

I’d ordered six pots of Limoncello desert, the most significant bag of chips (Fries) available, a ready meal (that I thought about, but think I changed my mind but didn’t, Hehe!) amongst the many items bought that were not needed! I even got some more of the baked beans and vegetable sausages. I must stop getting back into this bad habit!

I was so pleased when Caroline arrived at the flat. All business to start with, a firm and determined: “Are we going out on the bus today, we must do! No messing about, after a little natter, the gal started to get the four-wheeled trolley out ready for me to rush things along. I was having trouble keeping up with things. And when it came to us going out, I was all confused whether I had left lights on, heaters, stove, faucets, etc.

We had an enjoyable gossip as we walked along Chestnut Way to the new bus stop. At the bus stop, there were many Winchester Court folk, but a scarcity of Woodthorpe ones? But a chat here an there was had. On the bus to town, talking was difficult, but Caroline and I managed some. It was decided while being monitored by Caroline, I’d go to the pound shop, for toothpaste, drain-cleaner, and Pork pies if they had any in. Then to the Victoria Market for a pair of trousers, and get the bus back so that Caroline was not out too long. That was the plan!

We dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street and walked in the light drizzle to the Poundland store. I moved as fast as I could around the store, to impress Caroline ♥. First I got the drain cleaner, the into the fridge but no Pork Farms large pies on sale, the into the toothpaste, and what a mind-blowing selection they had! I usually use the Colgate gel type. Today they had many different brands on sale. I ended up getting one that was smaller, 75g compared to the 100g normal one. Maxfresh, with intense foam! I thought I’d try it out.

3Wed12aaOn the way to the self-serve checkouts, I spotted they had some cans of Churchfield Chilli Con Carne, I bought a couple to try.

This little lot filled the pathetic storage box come seat, on the four-wheeled trolley to capacity.

We walked over the road into Boots, through to the Victoria Centre. Caroline pointed out the lifts, and we used it to get up to the Market level. As we walked through the fruit & Veg market. I said I’d look to see, but thought it was too early, for any fresh garden peas. Caroline said she had seen some in Tesco earlier.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive That was it, the thought of getting trousers was abandoned, and we made out way out to the lift and down to the ground floor, and walked to Tesco, in my search for the garden peas! I’d have a look for some Pork Knuckle at the same time. Miserable at having found neither, we walked back onto Upper Parliament Street. Where I took a couple of pictures of the traffic lights opposite Clinton Street.

3Wed11

The Nottinghamian’s, as usual wandering across the (Only one fatal accident at these lights so far this year) pelican lights, against the red light. Bless em!

4Thu06

Not so bad, really, I’m just glad I don’t have to use the trolley or stick in Tokyo! Hehehe!

We made our way to the L9 bus stop and caught it back to the flats.

As we got off, farewells and Caroline shot off to her car, having spent too long looking after me, on to her next mission of the day.

As I began the walk down Chestnut Way, the bus turned at the new traffic island, to pick up passengers at the outward bound request stop shelter.

3Wed11a

Winwood Heights was looking more like it is meant to now. But we have until around November until everything is in place and sorted.

WD51.51.0 deepOlive I got in the apartment, and the feet, ankle, knees, stubbed toe, feet, and Anne Gyna were all giving me bother. Tired and weary feeling to, poor old chap! I got the purchases put away. Stripped off and adorned the dressing gown and slippers.

3Wed12bI decided on the Chilli-Con-Carne and frankfurters for the meal, with some of the chips from the gigantic bag morning. Huh!

I liked the Chilly-Con-Carne. It was not too hot for me. The franks tasted fine, but the substituted or wrongly ordered chips were a disappointment. Had some Milk Loaf to soak up the tasty fluids. A limoncello to follow. A Flavour rating of 7/10, despite the crap chips.

I had a search for the missing return envelops again, no luck!

All I did, apart from the odd wee-wee after doing the pots, was watch TV for ten-minute, nod-off, wake up fifteen-minutes later, nod-off. Wake up…

Inchcock Today – Thurs 6 June 2019: Frustrating day, ending off badly mind-wise. Oy Vey!

2019 6 June

2019 June 6

Thursday 6th June 2019

Croatian: Četvrtak, 6 Lipnja 2019

04:40hrs. After what must have been six hours kip, I woke, late, but gently this time – with a clear memory of having had a short dream about one of my fears – water, and swimming (That’s two innit? Hehe!).

WD153.51.0 I wrote down some notes, but there was not much to remember, apart from the changing emotions. It was night time, and people were encouraging me to swim over the river Trent with them. I had heavy clothing on, but none of it mattered at the time, because I really did believe that I had lost my phobia and learnt to swim? I joined a queue of people, waiting for my turn to get into the water… With seconds all the same people, were on a beach, nighttime again, with intentions to swim the channel! This, I was not prepared for, and started to panic and find ways of not going… I recall sitting on the stone wall with my feet dangling in the water… I’m pretty sure this was the time I woke up, needing a wee-wee.

WD153.51.0 The extraction of my gothopotamus frame and body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige, rickety recliner, was a little more unpleasant than of the last two mornings. Also caused the uttering of a few words that were encouraged by the pain of my stumping the already painful toe against the legs of the computer chair; descriptive words, like ‘Oh, blow it! ‘Fancy that!’ and ‘Oh dear! (Loosely). Hehehe! The wee-wee was of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) mode. I’ve not had one of these for a while. The EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) was well-filled, yet I cannot recall using it during the night?

3Wed28I sat and took a photo of the pins. Not so blotchy today, but a well-fluid-filled pair of limbs, I’ve got.

Physio Charlene is due in today around 08:30hrs, as is the Morrison delivery. I was not keen on doing the exercises, but they need to be done. And, I hope I’ve got this week’s Morrison order, right.

On an impulse, no reason really, unless maybe the sky appealed, I took some photographicalistions, from inside the unwanted, light and view-blocking, impossible to clean, knuckle tearing openings on the windows, balcony.

4Thu06

I took the morning medications and did the health checks. Sys 88, Dia 65, Pulse 60 and temperature 35.3°c.

I made a brew and no hand washing to be done, I did it last night, then got on with finishing the Wednesday blog. The effort and irritation varied, as did the electrified finger jumping. Eventually, I got it done. Then, I stopped to get the ablutions tended to.

WD153.51.0 During which, I stubbed the poorly toe, again, against the WC riser-leg! More unpleasant and curse words were muttered! The stubbed-toe pains became quatridual today. And not a lot easier yet. But nevermind, pain is something I am good at coping with, being accustomed to it. Although this one, tried me further than some of the more serious stuff, has.

4Thu07As I was leaving the wet room, the intercom rang out, the Morrison chap was early, but this was nae bother.

He took the bags through to the kitchen for me and reminded me about the carriers to return, too. I set about the task of getting the rather larger than usual delivery of food stored away. Ending up with a chocker-block filled fridge and freezer, again.

4Thu08

The baked beans & vegetarian sausage, are on offer at 40p, down from 75p. I tried one last week, and they were a lovely flavour, so I got some more in. Which helped pay for the 25% Hot Balsamic Vinegar (Hot, as to be used in cooking). Now, they’ve gone up to £3 a small bottle.

4Thu08aWD153.51.0 Unloading, I did realise I had made a faux-pas, yet again this week. I was under the impression I had ordered a single ready-cooked meal, a beef hotpot, of 300gr – But no, that life would be too simple and things go right? I ended up with a £5, mind you, it was reduced on offer, Minced Beef hotpot, of 600gms! Humph! Clot!

My hand on the box and the milk loaf shows how large it was. It wouldn’t even fit in the fridge or freezer! I did feel a fool!

Minutes later, after getting everything sorted, Nurse Charlene arrived to do some physio aerobaticalisationing with me. But after a few of the movement, she realised how painful it was for me with the toe and Arthur Itis playing the knees up too, she put a stop to the exercises. We had a good natter, though. She told me if I could manage it, to get a steady walkout done today. I thanked her, and off she went.

So, a bit of a rush about, but I got things ready and took two bags to the chute on the way out, and two jars for the recycle bin. I also took the gigantic beef hotpot down with me. Then down to catch the bus. I handed the food in at the  Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, shed. For the catwalk models and wardens, to share for a meal, as a bit of a treat for them. At least my cock-up came in for a bit of good.

4Thu09At the bus stop, Mary and Pete shared a chinwag with me. Caught the bus into Arnold, and had I had a bit of a shoppers delight visit.

Firstly into the Wilko store. With the daily hand-washing, I needed some more of the Y-Lang scented Fabric softener and the washing granules. Some liquid soapflakes, as well. Then out into fresh air and walked along to Front Street and the cheapo shop, Savers. They had some economically priced lemon fresh-air spray cans at 99p, so I got a couple, a 1ltre bleach at 99p, and a Neutrodol spray, at 99p. But of course, I wasn’t really thinking, was I?

WD153.51.0 When I paid for the stuff, the chap who served me had the job of fitting it all in extra little back-bag I’d taken, as the trolleys farting small bag was full of stuff from Wilko that I’d had bought earlier on. Huh! Fool! Eizel!

To make things worse, what a mug that I am, I came out and walked into the Asda store, to get some potatoes for the cheesy-spuds at the weekend, for Josie. Me? Gone into sop and buy one thing? Sadly; No Chance! I came out with, a bag of 6 packs of cheesy curls, the potatoes as needed, tomatoes, curried beans and a DVD! But a great one!

4Thu10 I paid at the self-serve tills.

WD153.51.0 And what a pickle I got into! I had to take everything out of the shoulder pack, most things from the trolley bag, and repack everything to make room for the Asda stuff!

The chap behind, despite his tut-tutting, and gruff-heavy-breathing, resisted saying anything 4Thu11to me, bless him! A big chap too. Ahem!

I was walking up the hill into the car park on the way to the bus stop, and a chap shot by me and said; “It gets steeper every time you walk up it, dunnit!” And shot off. Obviously, I must have been struggling more than usual, then? Hahaha! A lady passed me by, and said, “Never mind midduck, it’ll all soon be over! Gave me a lovely smile, winked, and walked on? Mmm!

4Thu12At the top of the pathway, I had to take a shot of this lovely wildflower. It looked so fresh and beautiful to me.

There was a spider,  which I spent ages and many failed tries to picture, but I was so small an I was unable to get a clear shot of it. I was a tad disappointed with myself at this failure!

4Thu13Through the car park to the bus stop shelter. There were not many free parking spaces available this Friday.

I noticed that many folks were making the best of the sunshine and were scantily dressed. And there was little tubby old me, with more clothes on, than even I  needed. The sweat poured out of my pores as I made my way over the park to the roadway.4Thu13aa

I took a photo of the Asda petrol station across the road from the bus stop. I had a ten-minute wait for the bus, and only three cars called for petrol?

Still, they can’t do a runner without paying at this station. It’s card only payments. Hehe!

I caught the bus, and in Sherwood, several residents got on. Which was great, cause it enabled me to have a natter with them on the way up the hill to the flats. About nine of us got off the bus, and the other eight scattered with alacrity and speed? WC requirements, most likely?

The pins, toe and right knee were all giving me some bother on the hobble along Chestnut Way to the block of flats.

4Thu16But, once in the foyer, May and Gaynor who were sat there, let me have a gossip and laugh with them. Which was super!

They both let me take their photographs too!

Gaynor was looking rather attractive today, mind you, she usually does to me.

4Thu14What a pose May gave me for her photo!

The bestest natter and fun since I got back to the flat after toe Stroke!

I got upstairs and had another wee-wee, of the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) variety.

WD153.51.0 Then, a cuppa and got on with updating this post. It took many hours I’m afraid. The fingers kept jumping, and even the leg had a few goes at involuntarily doing the Hokey Cockey! But luckily, up to now, it has been each time I was sat down, so, no Accifauxpas! Phew!

4Thu27I got the dinner going and took the evening medications.

The meal: Beef pasty, chips, salad (tomatoes, lettuce, cucumber, yellow peppers), chips, milk bread and an apple. A limoncello dessert to follow.

I gobbled it all up and enjoyed it. A flavour rating of 6/10 granted to it.

4Thu17WD153.51.0 I got the new DVD on to watch… kept falling asleep and rewinding, got fed up with doing it, and turned it off. I put the TV on, fell asleep and kept waking up and missing things.

Gave-up again, and decided to get my head down.

WD153.51.0 Woke up in need of a UWTWW Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee.

WD153.51.0 Head down again, and the landline light flashed. By the time I had struggled out of the recliner, it had stopped.

Head back down again.

The brain started to fill with the dreaded, past depravedednesses committed, wrong decisions, mistakes etc. and sleep did not return for hours. I stewed in self-made misery!

When sleep came properly, it was filled with unpleasant dreams.

I ought to publish this bit, titled; “The madman’s route to madness!” Hehehe! I blame the stroke!

TTFNski.

 

 

Inchcock Today – Wed 5 June 2019: The day slowly got my poor mind, into the depth of confusion. Nowt new there, then! Tsk!

2019 5 June

2019 June 5

3Wed26

Wednesday 5th June 2019

Welsh: Dydd: Mercher 5ed Mehefin 2019

23:20hrs: I sprang awake, in grave need of a wee-wee. No time to faffle-about or for my aboulomania! I freed myself from the £300 second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige, tatty, beloved, rickey rusty recliner and gained my balance; taking care not to do any more toe stubbing! As I made my way to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket),  the pain from the previously nastily-stubbed toe seemed a lot less, But then, I had not been wearing the Ankle Support, or shoes for over a day?

WD 0.0.0a By the time I’d covered the few feet to get to the bucket and relieve myself of the SNSWW (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-Wee), I had changed my mind about the stubbed-toe-pain. It is 3Wed01astill stinging, now I had been standing and walking on the plates again! Tsk!

I examined the damaged digit, and took a photo of it, using the new Canon camera.

Even the left hand was a bit shaky this morning. Humph! The toe seemed to be getting less swollen, fingers crossed.

3Wed001The pins (legs) appeared to have lost some water retention. They looked considerably less warped and misshaped, too. Also, I think a little less anaemic looking (Or maybe that was the lighting in the front room?).

WD 0.0.0a Some new lumps and papsules were coming through. I couldn’t see any new growths, spots or blotches, though. Good!

On to CorelDraw, to do the political fun and Thoughts graphics for the next two days.

WD 0.0.0a I then got the kettle on for a brew of the Glengettie tea and did the health checks. Sys 166, Dia 88, Pulse (still low I think?) 54, and the temperature was at 35.5°c.

3Wed03Next, I made a brew, then started on updating the Tuesday blog for publication. This was done with reasonable alacrity, thanks to the ring and fingers end temporarily losing their electric-like jumping and dancing every time they come into contact with anything hard, like the keyboard buttons. Nice to do some work without the frustration of this, peripheral neurology ailment. Or, as the medical centre called it, ‘One of your too-many medical issues, you have’ when they refused to tend to my feet and nails, on Monday. That reminds me, if I have not done the calendar wrong again, and Caroline comes today, I must remember to inform her that the doctor told the Age UK lady when she rang the surgery, in an effort to get help for me; She (The Doctor) would either phone me or call on me this afternoon. Surprised me that did, she’s never been to the old house of new flat before? And, of course, there has been no contact made.

The wee-wees were steady enough this morning, only four in three hours.

Around 02:30hrs, I took the medications, forgetting how early it was. Schmuck! Grumph! Twit!

I got the t-shirt washed, wrung and hung to dry while I was doing other things.

3Wed04Then, I went on Facebook to add some photos I’ve not had time to do and catch up on my beloved TFZer Facebooking.

Made another brew, and got ready for the ablutions at 07:00hrs(ish).

Took a shot of the odd-looking windy morning, from the unwanted, light & view-blocking new kitchen windows. And off to the wet room for a wee-wee.

I got on with yesterday’s post’s Pinterest photo adding.

Then, I decided; yes, it has been known for me to make decisions in the past. Usually wrong the ones, mind. But still. Along with my lethologica, this with my famous aboulomania (pathological indecisiveness), is a relatively new hindrance, that has joined the labyrinth of ailments recently. But decide (rightly or wrongly) I did, to get the t-shirt I’d washed earlier wash on the flat-airer, and get the other, brown bath towel washed. Then left it to start drying, and got the ablutions done.

WD 0.0.0a Not one of the best shower sessions, due to the toe being caught a few times. However, the electric-finger-ends seemed less bothersome. And the toe, having put on some socks, was stinging somewhat, wait until I try to put the shoes on! Oy Vey!

WD 0.0.0a The INR Blood nurse called a different one this time. So, I assumed that I made an error (Don’t laugh! Haha!) in putting Caroline down for a visit. Tsk!

I got the shoes on, (Argh! The toe!) dressed, the three-wheeler trolley, and shot out to catch the bus into Arnold.

WD 0.0.0a Getting ready to go my way, I could not find the new camera. Stroke Support worker and cat-walk model, Caroline arrived. So, I had made a cock-up on the calendar. A bit rushed this morning, and she had to move fast. She decided there was nothing she could do for me and cancelled the next visit. The Thursday next visit, which I felt sadly, might be the last one, with Sonia 3Wed05a1(or Sophie) might go ahead, if it does, we will try out the four-wheeled trolley on a bus trip.

No big smile from Caroline when I asked to take her photograph with the three-wheeled trolley, today, on our way to her car.

They are busy gals, doing a marvellous job though. I was fixated with finding the camera, much to Caroline’s annoyance, quite rightly too. I decided as I walked her to her car, to go up to Aldi and get some sourdough bread. But by the time we had reached her vehicle, the right toe was stinging too bad for a walk that far. I said my farewells to Caroline, and returned morosely, slowly, and limpingly to flat.

3Wed05a1aI thought on the walk back; I knew it was inevitable, the ending of the visits, but sadness still overcame me.

In the flats to the foyer, no residents about at all, but there were some unhappy looking floor fitter chappies, working on the cut-through to the new Extra-care units, Windwood Heights, and the new offices for the Nottingham City Homes, catwalk models and Generaloberstesses Wardens.

I felt a tad lost, confused, sad and verklempt for some reason or reasons when I got in the apartment.

3Wed27I worked on some CorelDraw graphic making for a while. But the mind was stewing again, fretting over my actions, choices etc. I soon gave up through lack of concentration and made an early meal.

WD 0.0.0a I think it was a case of comfort eating, but I gulped it all down, and then I ate a bag of Marmite crisps and a few sweeties. Yet I enjoyed it?

Why I felt so down, suddenly was a mystery. Depression, I suppose, but why?

I got washed and down in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch a ‘Frost’ episode on the TV. I fell asleep, which was a surprise to me.

WD 0.0.0a I was woken by the mobile ringing and shaking, which without any hearing aids, also surprised me a bit that I heard it? But by the time I had stirred and grabbed at the mobile, dropped it, retrieved it, and failing twice to get the thing answered as it would work for me, it was too late and whoever it was (number withheld), had rang off, or more likely this stupid phone had sent them through to the message thingy.

Mega-fed-up now. It might have been the doctor about the feet or legs? I feel that my mind insisted of it own accord, that I fall asleep again. Mercifully, removing some worrying anguish and self-pitying thoughts that were gathering in my bonce at the time.

I remember reading about Mental Dysmorphic Disorder a long time ago. I might look it up tomorrow, or not.

Sorry, I suddenly feel so low, can ‘t help it this time.

Cheers.

Inchcock Today – Tues 28 May 2019: Sorry it is a long one, but a lot happened today, some good stuff, too!

rhinocerosMay 27

2019 May 31

Tuesday 28th May 2019

Croatian: Utorak, 28 Svibnja 2019

WD0.0.128 Monday evening, 20:25hrs: Gave up trying to sleep, and rose up, made a brew and passed a urination of the FSSWW (Frisky-Short-Sharp-Wee-Wee) variety, it was still brown in colouration. Thankfully, the accompanying pong was nowhere near so pungent now!

Got the computer on, and began to conclude the Monday Inchcock Today. Finally completed, I sent it off to WordPress. Then had a look at the WordPress Reader. The fingers were not jumping about anywhere near as much as earlier in the day. The right leg still tries occasionally to do its impersonation of the hokey cokey, as performed by a three-legged rhinoceros, with the foot stamping down on the floor, of its own accord. Hehehe!

2Tue03I took the belated evening medications. I am a right clot of the highest order!

I made another mug of Glengettie tea.

I noticed the rain had started off again.

And I took a picture through the dirty glass pane of the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view blocking, impossible to get at for cleaning the glass, in the kitchen windows; and that needs the use of the stepladders to see anything down below – like a fire engine, ambulance, police vehicle or gangs of yobboes. For the other photo, I opened the stiff mechanics of the handle and took a distance shot, which didn’t show the rain very well.

The precipitation stopped, and put the kettle on, and nipped into the wet room, in response to a warm, wet sensation from the lower regions. I checked things out, to find it was only a little blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, and nothing to fret over.

2Tue06WD0.0.128 A quick check of the pins (legs), revealed that they had swapped fluid retention between the legs again. The different ones this time. Puzzling, but this is always happening? The knee patella areas seemed to have lost their warpedness and gnarled appearance as well.

At first, after looking at these pictures, I thought things looked a lot healthier colour-wise. But then it dawned on me, I had taken these shots in the hallway, where it is much darker. Ah, well!

I returned to the kitchen to make the brew.

When I noticed how quickly the view had changed outside, I just had to take some shots to record the beauty of the skies.

2Tue09

2Tue07I still cannot hold the camera steady enough for me to take a panorama photograph I’m afraid.

I did my best and tried several times, but just got the Unable to take Scenic shot – Hold the camera steady. Or, Unable to take Scenic shot – Move in one direction only or similar messages were coming up. So, I made an auto-selected shot and cut it down. But it is not a very good effort. The best I could muster I fear. Grumph!

Made the tea, and had another FSSWW. Back to the computer. Around about 04:00hrs, I drifted off into an all-too-short, but much needed delightsome sleep.

WD0.0.128 I shot awake at 05:55hrs. I fumbled with great flummoxing haste. Groping my extracting and removing my unwieldy, heavily-ladened body from the welcoming warmth of the £300, second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige, tatty, rickety recliner!

Once freed, and uprightish; I made a grab for the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). I was caught by surprise at the strength of the evacuating fluids this morning, still of brown colouring. To give this effort an acronym or initialisation, I’d plump for of an ELDOPWW (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) mode. That’s a first! I emptied the third-filled bucket and sanitised it.

WD0.0.128 Back to the front room and titivated the mess around the recliner. In my expeditiousness to get to the bucket in time, I’d knocked the remote control, two bottles of spring water, a pad & pen, and the mobile phone off of the larger Ottoman. Well, blow me down with a feather duster, Fancy that, Tsk!

2Tue01I then got the socks, and jumper hand-washed in the kitchen sink bowl, and hung up to dry before moving the shirt to an airer later. If I get the time, what with Caroline’s visit and the Dentist to be visited today.

I took the morning medications and made up an evening pot for later use. The health checks were sorted out next.

2Tue02The BP results were better, I think so at least. The Sys was down to 139, the Dia 72, the pulse at 82, and the temperature read 35.8°c – which is a little higher than average, but it has been low for a while, so another good reading, methinks?

WD0.0.128 I nearly made a daft and silly Accifauxpa and gave myself a shot of “Enoxaparin”. How this nearly happened is 2Tue04beyond me. I know that the last week’s INR reading came back as being high. I rechecked the resulting form, to find that it was actually low, at 2.2! Yet I firmly believed it to be the other way? It is likely that having a Stroke, can change you from an everyday schmuck, bozo and an idiot, into a higher-class twit… such as a halfwit, cretin, imbecile, lamebrained-clodpole, as well! Huh!

Got the ablutions tended to. The floor in the wet room was looking a bit grotty, so I mopped around the edges.

Then on the computer, to make a start on this post.

Caroline from the Stroke Team arrived, and I cheered up exponentially and immediately. She got the telling of out of the way first (Hehehe!), and discussed what we should do, as the planned bus trip to assess my handling of the four-wheeled trolley walker, had to be sidelined again, due to the Dentist changing the appointment day to today. Life can be such a hassle and bother – but Caroline and Sonia coming to help and assess things make up for it.

Caroline rang the Age Concern, to get me booked in with one of their arranged chiropodists. £30 a session, for nail-cutting. Caroline then fitted the Ankle-Support for me, the first time try. She’s a natural at this. 

2Tue10We decided to have a walk up to Mapperley Top with the trolley, and get some Sourdough Baguettes from Aldi. And I am now so glad we did, for it was like a holiday for me.

 

A lovely day outside as we departed. I asked Caroline if I could take her photograph, showing the Woodthorpe Court foyer door entrance and signage. Thus giving me a wonderful memory-photo to look back on later, after I 2Tue10alose the wonderful helpers from the Stroke Team. (Sob!) Chestnut Way, looked a dangerous, almost a life-threatening no footpath, busy with road-works, to have to walk along the roadway. This was because it is a dangerous, almost a life-threatening no footpath, busy with road-works way to have to walk along the roadway.

We walked to the end of the Way, me feeling a little vulnerable, and onto and up Sherbrooke Rise. A good nattering session was enjoyed as we tackled the steep road up to Mapperley Top.

WD0.0.128 We were soon arriving at the Aldi store. Where I foolishly tried to go in through the exit doors! I did feel a right-fool standing there, wondering why the automatic doors were not letting me in! Laugh? We had to as we realised I was trying to gain entry at the exit. Shoppers going in had to smile too! Haha!

I got carried away with failing to resist some fantastic looking food. I came out with crispy bacon, mini-potatoes, sourdough baguettes, Brunswick smoked ham, naughty lemon slice cakes and, believe it or not, some English ‘Blue’ eggs? These eggs amazed me. They were very small, and I wondered if they might be Bantam eggs? I intend to have a couple in mid-morning tomorrow.

2Tue11Caroline and I began the walk back to the flats. As we turned down Mapperley Rise, I got Caroline to pose showing the eggs for me.

The four-wheeled trolley was a lot more stable and more comfortable to cope with going downhill than the three-wheeler is. But there is far less room to carry anything in it. In fact, Caroline had to ack the things into the little box, else they would not have fitted at all.

We had a good natter and laugh, with Caroline keeping her eye on my progress, on the way down. When we reached the end of Chestnut Way, I took a couple of shots of Winwood Heights. The momentary shakes affected one, I think.

The area was choc-a-block with sub-contractor, and road repair vehicles.

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2Tue12cOn the Cow Parsley (I had to ask Caroline for the name again, Tsk!) on the left, where new flats are to be built, had a Ladybird that I really wanted to try and take a good photo of.

WD0.0.128 But, I’m afraid the shakes inconveniently arrived as I was trying to take the pictures. It was impossible for me to get a partly unsmudged shot!

Caroline to the rescue again, and she took the photographs for me. Hidden talents in her there, no doubt! Thanks, gal ♥.

She got me home, the feet were stinging a bit, and had to shoot off to her next lucky patient.

I put away the food and had a wee-wee of the SSWW variety. Then I got the things ready for the visit to the dentist. I did not take any walkers with me, just the walking stick. As the stairs at the Dentist’s are very steep and were not easy to climb before, and this will be the first time I have tried since before the Stroke. So, taking a wheeler is not an option.

2Tue12dI caught the bus down the hill. Had a natter with some residents on the way.

Crossed the road and climbed the steep stairs into the dentist place. Waited in the queue, in the baron of adornments but with plenty of stuff for sale in cabinets, but clean looking reception of the Sherwood Dental stalag.

As soon as I signed in, a lady came to collect me. She followed, very frustratedly, I imagine, behind me as I climbed the stairs, strugglingly, slowly and painfully, up to the treatment room.

The dentist spoke to me, but I didn’t catch it all. I indicated that the hearing aids were not there. He said something after examining the partly toothed mouth, about “Not many left, but well-cleaned teeth…” I gathered that there was no call for any treatment, thanked him, pretending to hear what it was he was saying and offered a farewell. Down to the receptionist, carefully taking my time down the steps, but it was easier than getting up them. The receptionist, who I felt I ought to really try and cheer-up, and paid my £22.70 bill. I tried a wide-dimpled-smile in her direction, but it was ignored, poor girl, so depressed and sad looking. All I got was a look of incredulousness in return.

2Tue12eThere was a good while until the bus was due back. I hobbled down to the Co-op store and had a wander around. I came out with some sweet peas and cooked beef slices. Made a cock-up at the checkout, and selecting the cooked beef. Farcical really. The stick was the problem, whenever possible when going out, I will take the trolley-walker with me, but it was impossible today.

WD0.0.128 The farce: I opened the door to the chiller and got the shakes at the wrong time again. I dropped several packets of the beef, some landing inside of the cooler, others on the floor in the aisle. A lady kindly came and helped me out, picking up those from the deck and shutting the sliding-door for me. I did feel uncomfortable and thanked the woman.

WD0.0.128 At the checkout, the shakes again, they lasted a bit longer this time. This ended up with the stick being knocked onto the floor, the packet of beef ending up yards away on the floor as well, I dropped the change the lady had given me, and I lost grip of the backpack-bag I was putting things into! What a right picklement! At first, no one came to assist me, but a lady in the ever-growing queue did. I think she was getting impatient and annoyed with me. Hehe! I think I must have been red-faced with the sheer embarrassment this time!

2Tue12fWith the time lost, I had to move a bit faster than was comfortable, and awkward with the stick up the road, to the bus stop!

WD0.0.128 On the way, a Nottingamian pedal cyclist shot by me from behind, going at a great pace.

I tried to get a photograph of the ignorant bullying scum-ball of an uncaring young git! But was hidden behind some pedestrians he was weaving between, so could not record his nastiness and careless actions. Swine!

2Tue12gI got up to the bus shelter. Where I realised I need not have rushed after all – the bus was not due for another ten-minutes yet. Fancy me getting confused. Humph!

Gasconading is not my thing, let’s face it, there is precious little I have to brag about. Haha! But, this picture I took at the bus stop, turned out to be one of my better ones. The sky clouds made me take in in the first place, beautiful! It must have been the sunshines direction, that made the lower section come out as if it was cloudy? I liked this one. And no shakes when I took it, another positive!

The bus ride home was packed, and I missed out on some conversation as I could not hear what was being chatted about. Tsk!

The walk from the bus stop to the flat, was not only risky, due to no footpath and the traffic is naturally, going in and out. But the shakes hit me badly en route. I got in the 2Tue14apartment as the shakes eased off. Got the bits put away, and added the next dentist appointment to the Google Calendar.

Got the nosh sorted out. Put the sourdough baguettes in the oven. And got the plate readied with tomatoes sliced and salted, all ready to put in the baguette, with a slice, well, two slices of the German smoked Brunswick Ham. Washed a few sweet-peas, and sliced up a New Zealand 2Tue15Cox’s apple. A pot of mandarins in jelly added onto the tray.

By which time the bread was all crispy on the outside and soft in the middle, perfect! Buttered it up (Lurpak Softer) and filled it with the delicious tomatoes (Dutch vine).

Oh, and two mini-iced lemon cakes!

This time the appetite was ready and waiting. I ate it all up, with a rare relishfullness I haven’t had for ages. Now all I need is for some sleep, tonight.

WD0.0.128 A lady from Age UK rang me about the chiropodist. I had to answer some medical questions, of which my answers did not go down well. I was refused permission to go onto their listing, as I had too many medical issues. The woman will inform Caroline later. Shame! But I was not exactly surprised. What has one to do, to get one’s toe-nails clipped and some treatment to the corns and callouses? It’s been about twelve weeks or more now! Hey-ho!

I settled down and drifted off to sleep almost straight away. I woke up three hours later for a wee-wee, and got back down again, and blessedly slept for another six hours! Around 540 minutes! Sounds a lot more this way, Hehe! When I woke again, in need of another wee-wee, I felt better in myself and a lot more refreshed than for a long time.

Ye-Haa!

Sorry that it’s a long diary today, but a lot happened.

I know my circumlocution addiction, doesn’t help either. Tsk!