Deep Emphatic Coronavirus Thoughts
Created by Nottingham Pensioner, Inchcock, while doing his ablutions
Apologies from Inchcock’s Carer for allowing this rubbish to be published!
Created by Nottingham Pensioner, Inchcock, while doing his ablutions
Apologies from Inchcock’s Carer for allowing this rubbish to be published!
Got off the bus with some help from a stranger, walked down to town,
Galloping Horses were swirling or spinning around,
But no one riding on them, I found,
Damned shakes, I dropped the flipping camera on the ground,
Retrieved it painfully, and took some more shots from around.
The overcharging food stalls, cooking their repast,
As Nottinghamian’s, just strolled past.
The Nottingham Slab Square, It’s always there, It looked a right mess, to be fair!
Off I plodded, to the Poundland Shop,
T’was only a short little hop,
In search of drain unblocker and other codswallop!
I entered the premises, soaking wet,
I bought too much stuff again, not to fret,
I still had a little money left yet,
I gave the helpful lady, a thank you, she is a pet,
And gave her a can of Gin & Tonic!
Paid-up, and out into the rain again,
Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were giving me a little pain,
Determined, to resist depression,
Mind you, I had indigestion,
And a slightly confused brain!
On to South Parade,
Dizzy Dennis visited, unwanted,
So, progress was delayed,
He soon dissipated,
I was glad but amazed!
I took a photo, down Exchange Walk,
Not many folks having a talk on their phone?
People all around, yet I felt so alone,
Chewing gum littered where the folks walked.
I hobbled, struggling with the three-wheeled trolly-guide,
Through the Exchange arcade,
And out the other side,
For these stallholders, I’m afraid,
Not much money will be made!
King Street in the rain, showed another Council pain,
Yes, chewing gum on the pavement again!
I bet they don’t have this trouble in Bahrain,
I view ditching gum on the floor, with disdain!
I crossed to the other side of Long Row,
Got under alcove-cover to take these, don’t you know,
The only permanent retailer was busy serving, on the go,
The folks in the rain, well, it’s better than snow!
I was well wet, and a little cold,
Not good for me, now I’m getting old,
Good job I’d had my flu jab, the anticold,
Despite the rain, I had to be bold,
So I dashed, wobblingly, to the bus stop, wet and cold!
T’was bleak on Queen Street, waiting for the L9,
And the hands didn’t look very fine!
It didn’t look like it was mine,
But I mustn’t whine,
I mused of things like Mnemosyne,
Then took a moody picture, it came out fine!
The bus arrived, and it brought on a smile,
It’s coming eased my cold and chagrin,
I went to get on, missed the step by a mile,
A bloke picked me and the trolley up, and helped us in,
I was alright after a while,
But this trip out, left me needing Codeine and Amoxicillin!
Spanish: Jueves 21 Noviembre 2019
01:40hrs: I semi-woke up, with the mind-blasting away, fretting over yesterday’s Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas, the failure of medics to arrive (Did I get the dates wrong, will they come at all? What to do about it?) Generally, I was in a sad, pitiably pathetic feeling-sorry for myself phase! Which turned into a grumbling, moaning, acceptance of my inabilities to cope with failures, cock-ups, and disappointments. As the fermenting bubbled away in the brain, without the slightest nor inkling of my finding any solutions, the need for a wee-wee arrived to distract me. (And a good job, too!) Off to the wet room.
Having taken an SHLS (Short-Hosepipe-Like-Sensationless) mode of wee-wee, which was unexpected, and with no bleeding from the fungal-lesion, I washed the hands and went to the kitchen.
The knees and Arthur Itis were in a generous mood for me. I got the kettle on and imbibed the medications with water. Made the brew of Glengettie tea, and a spirit of fun emerged from somewhere, momentarily, and I put some of the pills on a plate with a knife and fork, to be photographed with the mug! Thinking it would be humorous. The photo, I could see on the viewer, was shaky-blurred again. I checked the hands carefully, and the mini-shake-shivering was still there, as it was when it started, last night. I hope it doesn’t affect the typing as severely today. If it does, then the Inchcock Today will have to be abandoned.
Then I started to sink back into a depression and worrying about things in general. I sat drinking the tea without turning the computer on, and slowly, very slowly, I fought back the fretting, convincing myself that there is no point in worrying about what you can’t change or improve? That only made me feel worse! I always try to make people feel happy and worry when they are not. I can’t change or even control the Peripheral Neuropathy or the Idiopathic side-effects of it. The venous thromboembolism, the metal ticker valve, the Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing, RAI Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, the Fungal Lesion bleeding. Not even can I get the Warfarin level right, walk safely unaided, hear properly… on and on I went, rambling to myself about my medical-negatives! The self-indulgent wallowing in self-pity; then, I turned to the Why-Me-Mode. And thoughts became a little less foggy.
As I pondered, why not me? I am not really a worthy person to receive any luck. I’ve done very little in life. Made a mess of it mostly. But I am blessed with an ability to cope with pain, not with worry and fretting, but physical pain. And not having a social life or partner is a good thing (Not really). If any average person were to get all these issues and discomforts, it would affect them more, and their families. I came to realise that it is not the physical problems that are the worst, but the mental ones, and I can’t get help or do anything about them either. I’d overly diagnosed and confused myself!
I hope never to get into a deep-thought session with myself again! It’s a scary, fraught with confusion, turbulence, contradictions, torrents of twisted maniacal unfathomable thoughts in my brain, that are best left alone methinks! So, no answers, solutions found, no plans made, no progress, no hope… and yet I felt a little perkier in myself now. (It doesn’t make any sense, does it, just like life?) Tsk!
There were many clangs, bangs and knocks coming from somewhere close. Not that they bothered me. But such a rarity. The 24/7 humming droning noise all over the place was still with us, that does annoy me. Anyroad-up, I set to on the computer, updating the Wednesday dairy. The finger-ends were not as bad as I thought they might be, although still a little bothersome, calling for much time correcting mistakes. But with not going out Wednesday, there were far fewer photographs to sort out. So I got the whole thing done for about 03.40hrs.
Then went on TFZing on Facebook. Then on the WordPress Reader, and went for another wee, only the second of the day. Anther surprise one. A CMOUSTSTBOWAV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-A-Venom) version, Phew!
Made what was, the fourth mug of beverage, and got on with starting this post off. After another four or so hours, I had to start making up the templates, another long job.
Got them finished, at last, a real brain-tester that was. Especially with all the myasthenia gravis affected finger-tips hassle.
The ablutions went well, even though I hurried them a bit. The only worry was Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding, or rather, stopping it bleeding. Applied the Corticosteroid and Germaloid cream afterwards (the first stings like hell, then the second, very cooling and calming).
I prepared things in a hurry, got my shopping list of three items to get from the Poundland Store, Lavender Dettol, Bread and Batteries (For the wet room radio). Got the black bags on top of the trolley, camera in the jacket pocket, bus pass checked, out to the waste chute and to the lifts.
Bit of a farce with the elevators. Lift one was on the 15th floor, lift two on the ground level. Pressed the call button, lift one went down straight by me to the ground floor, lift two, up to the 15th floor, then down missing me to the 11th floor, and down to the ground level. Lift one then went up to the 15th floor again, lift two seemed stuck on the ground floor, lift one came down, and the doors opened. On the fourth floor, a lady got in, and we chatted. It seems she had had a kerfuffle trying to catch a lift as well! At least we had a little smile about it!
Along the link passage to the Winwood Court and into Oberstgruppenfhreress Warden Julie’s and Hauptsturmfhreress Deana’s holding and interrogation office, dropped off some Christmas treats, then out to the bus stop, by gum, it was cold out there! Had a natter at the shelter. Onto the bus, got side-saddle-seated, crossword book out, and all the way to town, I got one answer. Hahaha!
Off the L9 and walked down Queen Street into the Nottingham’s Slab Square. It was a right mishmash again. Temporary overpriced stalls, eateries, rides scattered messily around everywhere. With the ice-rink in the centre somewhere. I could not get in to photograph it on Tuesday, but I found a way in without steps today! I got nestles in a corner of the rink-side for support, and had to take the photos through the side glass, as I could not use the camera with arms outstretched and keep it steady enough. Here are the best shots I could manage. Being the lucky person I am, as I positioned myself for photographicalisationing, a hooter went, and nearly all the skaters disappeared!
I took some photos in the square, then got out back to Long Row and took some pictures.
I hobbled from the Slb Square, and got to the Poundland Shop, on Wheeler Gate. Where I commenced on an overspending spree… again! But, I did get the batteries, too many maybe? Some Duracell AA for the radio (2x£1.50). And a big pack of 30 Kodak AA batteries for £2!
They did not have any Lavender Dettol, so I got two small bottles of the normal scented. Another drain unblocker (Essential if one lives in my beloved if it can go wrong – it will, 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!) A pack of Warburton’s ready-sliced Wholemeal cobs, some nuts, Cheeslets, Twiglets and yoghourt nuts. Turkey breast slices, and a bottle of Balsamic vinegar. Joined the long queue, got to the self-serve tills, and a young lady put my things through in a flash. I think she thought it would be a lot quicker doing it herself than me fumbling about dropping stuff etc. and free a til up sooner. She was right too! I thanked the gal, but she was too busy to hear me, I think.
I got outside and readjusted the weight distribution of the bought products, between the carrier and the trolley bag.
Back into the Slab Square. I had a walk around taking photo’s, South Parade, Exchange Walk, Exchange Arcade, and out into Long Row.
I bought a pair of gloves from a stall on Long Row. They were not wrapped like the others, the supposedly stitched on crap labels were half hanging off… but they fitted, and were lovely and warm.
The Exchange walk picture reminded me of the Wailing Wall. With the row of Cash Machines giving out cash and statements that made people wail? Hehehe!
I got to the L9 bus stop just in time and was soon off on my home. Out came the crossword book, and to my amazement, as I flipped through trying to get some answers to the many crosswords still undone, I worked out five… I say Five answers! Smug-Mode-Adopted!
The bus pulled up, away from the kerb behind the one in front at the flats, but the driver had no choice, as cars were parked around the bus turning island again. Frank kindly came over as I got off last and helped me get the trolley down. I thanked him, and walked through the Winchester Court foyer, though the link-passage into the big Social room.
A good few folks in there from the Social Hour earlier, and for a coffee meeting I think. I said Hello to Obergruppenfureress Deana as I passed her and got no reply, she did look busy, bless her.
Through the comfortable warm Winwood to Woodthorpe link corridor, and into the cold Woodthorpe Court lift lobby.
A little chat with a chap going up to the 11th floor, and removed the untouched sign I’d left in case the rice-cooker lead had been delivered, but it hadn’t, got in, no wee-wee needed? And got the kettle on and took the medications. Put the purchases away, and got the dagwood sarnies made using the wholemeal cobs I’d bought.
Made a salad of sorts. Seaweed, apple, cooked beetroot and the chicken slices and tomato sarnies. Enjoyable nosh that was. A flavour rating of 8.5/10!
The expected weariness and fatigue arrived, and I thought about doing the handwashing, but fell asleep instead. Haha! When I woke up an hour or so later, I knew I was going to regret having to do the handwashing when the morning arrived. I put on an old, rare DVD, a BBC one, The Day of the Triffids, from the TV. I did nod-off a few times of course, but I got to the end, 156 minutes long!
As I turned off the DVD. Pondered on whether or not I needed a wee-wee, and nodded-off, until 01:40hrs. When I needed the wee-wee and Porcelain Throne, urgently!
Hounds Gate, Nottingham; The early name for the street was Hungate, and it was referred to as such in 1326 and appeared in this form on John Speed’s map of Nottingham of 1610. It is thought it received this name from being where part of the kennels for Nottingham Castle 100 attack hounds were situated.
We could do with bringing them back! Hehehe!
I hobbled up it this morning with the camera, and the brain in nostalgia-Mode! It is a sad sight nowadays. Abandoned retailers, and a muggers and druggies paradise. I have found out that 1098 crimes in May 2019 were reported within and half a mile. Big Issue Sellers, and Ice Cream vans, and muggers today. Rumour has it that two Nottingham policemen were spotted patrolling on foot in Hounds Gate in 2018, but we cannot confirm this overdramatic, ridiculously sensationalised claim.
This morning, there were few Nottinghaman’s about, being early in the day. Thus less chance of being mugged, sold some weed or a street beggar begging and his dog snapping at my feet! Hehehe!.
It is interesting to remember that the first town steward, John Collishaw, who was appointed in 1787 lived in Houndsgate and he only died so recently as 1809. The spectacular Bridge of Sighs, which connects the two portions of a great soft-goods warehouse and which spans Hounds Gate in really a charming manner, was erected in 1923. My father used to collect and deliver to it as late as 1959. He always called to see if they had any returns, when he was on the Nottingham run. I suspect that this might have been prompted by the threepence 3d, he was paid for each one he collected. I used to go with Dad on school holidays, and the slightly pleasantly built meaty, muscular young lady who managed the warehouse and office, was always a cheerful soul as I recall! Haha!
Another memory, was of a twenty-year lad, legless, totally drunk, and getting arrested, on a Wednesday night, in about 1966. Yes, it was me! Shame-Mode-Adopted!
Sister Jane swore she saw two customers in that Sub-Way store last month! Huh!
Towards the top of the road, I came across a self-advertised Cargo-Bike. I looked back and took this picture while the chap was busy organising his load. He really ought to fit an alarm to it, you know!
Closer to the top of Hounds Gate, was Ye Olde Salutation Inn. Claimed to be the second oldest pub in England along with theRoyal Children pub on Castle Gate nearby.
I mention this, because I am not a born-again recovering holier than thou alcoholic, and remember visiting both pubs many times in my drinking days. And by gum, they sold some great beer, and the atmosphere was great!
I exited Hounds Gate, up the paved path. On to what was called Granby Street in 1963 when it was built. This was a Whoopsiedangleplop moment for me. The three-wheeled trolley guide then toppled over, the toe was mercilessly stubbed again in the process, and a few well-chosen words were spoken. Well, no that’s a fib – they were not well-chosen at all, the just burst out!
The memories flooded back at the same time, though.
Finally, a photo from c1920 of Hounds Gate.
Not much changed aesthetically I think.
I’ll let you know when I look up what aesthetically means.
Thoughts that Inchcock considers as vital information to pass-on to the younger generation, in a bid to help them decide when to top themselves.
Knowing what is coming to them in old age.
Here starteth the THOUGHTS of WOE
My confidence is at an all-time low,
Things I need, disappear, memories don’t flow,
What’s right, wrong or real, where to go,
Sometimes frustrated, I’ve a wee-wee overflow,
I can’t play an instrument, trumpet or piano!
I fall asleep anytime, anywhere, stunts my workflow,
A bag-of-nerves, no confidence, I’m going loco,
Will I ever regain my sanity? I just don’t know,
Losing my mobility capabilities is a severe blow!
Just some of the programmes I miss watching, though,
Red Dwarf, The A-Team, Heartbeat, Boon & Columbo,
All on Freeview now, but I can’t watch them though,
I can’t stay awake long enough to watch a TV show!
I eat foods from Idaho, Sesotho, Mexico, Morocco,
Montenegro, and Puerto Rico, as my stomach, does grow!
I can’t see my feet when stood up, you know!
Lost Faith in Muslim, Christianity, Gnosticism & Shinto!
In Tellurians, politicians, banks, and Boll-Weevils, too!
Getting up in a morning is a pitiful, painful fiasco,
As are bending, stretching and lifting things is also,
But the mental side, the brain burst into a crescendo,
But no ideas, aims, plans, designs or manifesto,
Always, I use the feeble excuse, “I’ll get it done tomorrow!”
In depression, moroseness I will often wallow,
Meekly go along with others, revealing no bravado,
The only solution is a brain transplant to undergo,
Then I can take lessons, in Judo and Aikido,
Become a Champion, a success, make lots of dough!
Go on TV with Richard Attenborough,
Defeat my enemies, crush my foe!
Become admired, a local hero!
Get a job in Santa’s Grotto!
Or should I just get blotto?
Just a few of the daily ailments below that you can expect.
I didn’t put the Kidney stones, blood poisoning or Mental Decay on the list for fear of making it sound a tad too bleak for the ankle-snappers!
Views that started Inchcock’s brain rambling off, thinking, pondering over and worrying about everything. Frustrated that he can do nothing about anything nor even comprehend, understand or communicate with his own mind!
The sky tonight: It’s polymorphous really did impress me,
The dying sun, struggling through the darkness, expressly,
Should have inspired a song, probably from Elvis Presley,
Magnificence flowed, from apex to apogee,
The above line is wrong, I couldn’t find another word to rhyme, you see!
Ah, the joys of living up high up in the clouds, primarily,
Where I can feel abandoned, sometimes get a bit dizzy,
Seek happiness… but that’s another story,
Viewing this landscape installs much inner psychoactivity,
I had to break off a while, I’d had too much curry,
So off to the Porcelain Throne in a hurry.
As to the reason for the natures ostentatiousness, I’m not privy,
Why mankind’s existence? Finding out is no tantivy,
No point in searching, so close to my logging out of life’s activity,
I blame my failure, on my brains under-activity,
Also on my abundant impecunity,
My lack of faith and the absence of any divinity!
I’m aware my brain has an impaired cognitivity,
My physical condition deteriorated, no longer of its high-quality,
Ailments abound, and the midriff is a superabundant mass, too much quantity,
My life’s actions have had little bioactivity on others, that’s a sad pity,
Relationship-wise, there’s been a paucity!
Fellow workers seemed to be more successful, with greater superiority,
They had confidence; that bosses mistook for ability!
Too late for me now, as I approach my senility,
Now I’m classed as having a disability,
I mean apart from my natural stupidity!
Porcelain Throne evacuations, now show great fluidity,
This occurs now with a pungent consistency,
The monthly medications increasing, remind one of mortality,
The brain wakes in the morning with even more veracity,
Often with thoughts lacking in reality,
But I do my best to keep my humour and morality!
I try to keep my medical appointments with accuracy,
I do my bestest, to avoid any turpitude and degeneracy,
Keeping my perambulations regular and ambling, not sprightly,
Sometimes I forget to take my medicines nightly,
When I do miss them, I accept the pains, quite quietly,
For it was me who caused them by acting deficiently!
I wrote these words in a mood, benignantly,
I dream of helping others to have a laugh, but not confidently,
For I fear that humour’s now being received with severity,
Not with a smile, merriment, or joviality,
Still, the photographicalisations came out chromolithographic.
I blame folks worrying, over the UK’s Brexitaliticalisationing!
Africaans: Vrydag 24 Augustus 2018
0350hrs: Woke feeling confused and positively cold this Friday morning.
With rare nowadays, indications of movements having taken place, from the lower limited-use area. Which of course had started the Fungal Lesion bleeding. This was accompanied by some pretty nasty stinging aggravations from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.
As I lay there waiting for the grey-cells to activate sufficiently enough for the bodily movements to be enabled. The need for the use of the Porcelain Throne forced me to struggle out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, and thanks to piles, make a painful visit to the wet room. In a rush, I did not take the camera with me as I usually would have to record the damned Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils. But there were only around five of the little buggers to be seen while I carried out my evacuation. Again, a swift, soft affair. Which meant, no time for the reading of the book this merry morning on the throne.
Had a cleanup and a medicationalistical ointmenting session with Little Inchies Fungal Lesion (Pain-Level 8.5/10, nasty!) and Harold’s Haemorrhoids (Pain-Level 3/10), and got the ensanguined areas treated with the Daktacort Miconazole cream. Anusoling the pesky and irritated at the moment, haemorrhoids.
I limped into the kitchen, with the aim of giving the brain time to come together, by making a mug of lovely strong tea.
I had the door open, but no hearing aids in yet of course – but still I heard the Fire-Alarm kick-off. I poddled to the door and had a peek through the spy hole, no signs of any smoke out there. Even during this slightly alarming period (Alarming? Did you like that? Hehe!), I wondered how the heck I heard the alarm with no aids in my tab-holes?
What I would have done in the past, was go to the kitchen window and take a picture of the fire brigade arriving. But of course, now with the new windows and the sticking out ledge, it is impossible to do this. So I went into the front room and took a photo through the locked balcony door glass. Luckily the outer pod was in the process of being erected and had holes and gaps in it; so I could take a lousy photograph with the engines etc. seen through an opening that will soon be filled in, blocking out view and light altogether of any sight of the ground below for the time being. Until I am able to use the multi-windows that will need cleaning covered balcony when it is completed, by unlocking sliding the door back, opening one of the windows, and leaning out to take a picture – of course by the time I get all that done, the fire brigade will have left. Unless it was an actual fire, of course. I tangled that wording up a bit, didn’t I? Haha!
I continued on my mission to get a mug of tea. Finding in the kitchen, a few Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils.
See the Ironclad in the old washing-up bowl in the photo? Near to it was something that looked like a bit of brown/orange fluff. When I went to remove whatever it was, it sort of blew-up when I touched it and a thick liquid poured out?
Of course, I planned to show the shadow of my hands holding the camera in it, to make it more interesting!
The brigade vehicles had gone, I then got on with doing the Health Checks and taking the medications.
By gum, the Sys, Dia, Pulse, and Temperature were all down. I would have expected the little bit of excitement with the fire alarm would have sent them the other way, up? Just goes to show you what I actually don’t know, doesn’t it? These results leave me all ferblunjit. Hahaha!
I made a start on this post, before finishing yesterday’s off. So much seemed to have happened in a short time, I thought I might forget something to record.
Selecting the photographs from the camera card, I found this one. Another unintended mystery picture was taken! Klutz! Thanks to the ailment, Shaking Shaun.
But it fascinated me. Where, hoe when this morning could I have shot this view?
I deployed my Sherlock Homes investigative cap and spent ages trying to find out what I’d inadvertently snapped. Eventually, by using my superior investigative… no, I’ve used that word already, erm… er… inquisitorial qualities, in no time at all, (well, nearly an hour, Tsk!) I’d worked out what the photograph was of!
Extreme Smug Mode Adopted! Head sways, a superior twisted-lip smile appears on my mush!
I recalled (eventually) as I went through what had happened earlier, putting down the camera when I was searching to the Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils, on the draining board. I must have caught the shoot button as I did so.
The view is of underneath the row of plate supporters in the draining tray!
Could I use this mystery photo as a template for a Sci-Fi graphic in a Space Station? Haha!
While in the kitchen, I got the potatoes in the crockpot on a low setting. Added some sea salt and malt vinegar to flavour them up.
Made a brew of English Breakfast tea in the small Denby China mug.
Realised I had not actually taken the medications earlier, so I did. Meshugener!
The sunshine came out.
The kitchen window (right-hand side as you look at this photo), is developing very well into a work of art. Multi-coloured splashes and spillages of various whatever they are. Haha!
There were many of the Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils in the space between the cellophane covering and the glass in the windows. Whether they were trying to get in or out, I don’t know.
Seeing these repellent beetles/weevils, reminded me to check the bait traps.
I went into the spare room and had a look on the window ledge sheet. There were a lot of caught Ironclads and dozens of little tiny, baby beetles I assumed, all over the painted wood.
Off to monitor the wet room battlefield box.
Not so many in that one, but as I put the light on, dozens of the nuisances that were on the floor, scurried down the shower drain?
I felt a bit guilty about seeing the bodies.
Despite the sunshine, it still felt a bit nippy in the apartment. Brrr!
07:25hrs. Then, I started on finalising the Thursday post. Best laid plans, eh?
Damned Global-Virgin Media internet went down once again!
Can’t turn it off, or I’ll lose everything I’ve done recently. Repeated signs were telling me that Saving Failed with WordPress. But it doesn’t bother me!
0755hrs: Back on again. Tried to get the Thursday diary finished.
Started on the templates.
1600hrs: Got hem finished. Phew!
I put some extra sharp cheddar on top of the Cumberland Pie nosh. It turned out just grand.
Flavour Rating: 902/10.
The weather was okay, a bit of wind and rain occasionally.
I took some photographicalisation through the balcony windows at the front.
I fell asleep and rewoke repeatedly to so many programmes tonight: Heartbeat, The Interceptors, then I gave up, turned off the TV.
I lay planning on how to arrange Brexit, solve the immigration worries with a ‘Compassion injection’, invent a pair of spectacles with the inbuilt camera and hearing aids, and the obliteration of pavement cyclists with kindness. Hehe!
Afrikaans: Dinsdag 31 Julie 2018
0330hrs: I woke with the brain rambling away with thoughts of whatever nature it seemed to want to ponder over. The only connection between the subjects that the grey-cells chose was my fretting and worrying about topics being so rampant. It was like listening to someone else’s thoughts at times.
I spent far too long in mental turmoil. Luckily, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived to distract me from the troubled thoughts and concerns.
So, out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the wet room. The plates-of-meat alone of the ailments giving me any hassle. So this was good! This evacuation was more substantial.
But, I lost a lot of Crimson red blood via Harold’s Haemorrhoids. At least I hope it was from them. Cleaned up and made my way to the kitchen, where I carried out the Health Checks.
I was pleased to see that the weight had come down, even if it was by the pitifullest amount.
Then, made a potent brew of Assam tea. I’ve taken to this Assam tea in the mornings lately.
Took the medications, leaving out the Dia-Limit capsule today.
The mind seemed to have lost its awakening fixation over my anxieties. The computer on, and I started to create this post.
I had a perusal of the WordPress reader next.
Then began to update the Monday diary. Got it done and posted off.
The rain is coming down now.
0430hrs: Had to press on with the page top graphic creations for the Inchcock Today drafts.
0815hrs: Finally got the graphics done. Now to make up the blueprints. I’ll make another mug of tea first.
The weather still a bit wet, but it is getting lighter now, and the skies are less dark and dank looking.
Oh, you can take it, that wee-wees will be painfully performed at regular, frequent visits for the rest of the day. Haha”
0829hrs: Started making the drafts up.
Finished the mat 1005hrs.
Workmen or Herbert upstairs, clanging and tapping away throughout the drafting session, again. Makes it hard to concentrate.
But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling-off, thrown out of the flat or sneered at from the Nottingham City Homes Mangement for my quoting the truth about the noises.
As the Obergruppenfurheress Management, told me; “He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making, and I’ll have to put up with it.” I don’t want to lose my home. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations I have with any Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.
I’ll make another brew of tea, methinks.
The rain has stopped now, the sun’s trying to come out.
I think I might be having some furuncular ailments coming on. An odd itch at the top inside of the leg, and when I went to scratch it, it didn’t half hurt. A boil or carbuncle type pain methinks. Tsk!
1515hrs: I got the drafts updated and ready for use. A long slog this job was.
I went on to Facebook for a while.
Went on WordPress reader section.
Health Checks carried out, medications taken.
Getting tired mentally now.
Then I had a look at the car-crash videos on YouTube.
I had BBQ flavoured mackerel, Surimi sticks, chips, gherkins, peas and tomatoes tonight.
A decent flavoured effort, I gave it an 8.2/10 Taste-Rating. Hehe!
The fatigue overcame me.
I managed to get the washing up done, do the last checks and medication taking, and got down in the £300 second-hand recliner.
But again, sleep took its time in coming, despite my feeling drained. That dang brain was fretting away! Tsk!
Amharic: እሑድ 29 ሐምሌ 2018
0522hrs: I sprung into life… well stirred a little, and was feeling a lot better in myself than yesterday. Although residue from Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun’s attacks yesterday lingered.
The innards were rumbling. But no activity yet.
A morale-knocking view this morning.
It had been raining in the night. Not that there had sufficient quantity enough to clear any of the debris, bird-poo, and crap on the new balcony windows or the broken and cracked base, that is awaiting the balcony pod to be attached.
Plenty of wee-wees needed over the first hour.
I got the Health Checks tended to, and the medications were taken. I was pleased to see that I had not missed taking any tablets during my previous 12-hours of memory blanks.
The weight had gone up, not surprisingly, with my lack of physical activity.
The monitoring thingamabob showed that the Humidity had dropped a lot. I must look up what this means – I’ll do it now!
Ah, I’ve found out the machine is called a hygrometer. It informed me:
What Should My Relative Humidity Be?: Every homeowner should own a hygrometer that measures temperature and relative humidity (RH). The ideal relative humidity for health and comfort is about 40–50%. In the winter months, it may have to be lower than 40% RH to avoid condensation on the windows. Many readers also report high internal humidity levels following the installation of cavity wall insulation, which appears to trap moisture in the cavity – despite the fact that industry claims that this can’t happen.
Also, the temperature in the kitchen was at its lowest level for months now, at 79°f – 25°c.
As I hobbled around making a mug of tasty-strong tea, the Dizzies eased off a lot. But the plates-of-meat, expressly the right foot, was giving me some gip.
The club toe looked to be a little less misshaped this morning, though.
Despite the innards rumbling, there were no signs of the Porcelain Throne being needed yet.
I decided I would have a walk up to the Aldi store later this morning and get some tomatoes, oven-bottom-muffins and spring water. If they have any in stock.
I got the Saturday post finished and posted off. Not that it was a very long one, the memory blanks made sure of that. Huh!
Then made a start on this one. Got some Incock Today page headers made up.
Ablutions tended to. Jolly-good shave and shower, teggies were done, then the medicationalisationings completed.
Made up three black bags for the rubbish chute. Got dressed and took the sacks out with me and dropped the black ones down the chute, and got in the lift with the recycling bag. Well, I say I got into the elevator, I did eventually.
The number one elevator was out of service. And it’s been working ever since it last broke down on Wednesday, too. Sarcasm Mode Adopted here, Hehe!
The other working lift was on floor 4 when I pressed the call button: It went up to the 14th floor, then down to the ground lobby. Then up to the 14th floor, then down to my 12th level at last!
Out through metal-maze to the caretaker’s door and left the recycling bag with the others there.
The wind had got up a lot, and the much-needed rain was a falling.
I got the brolly out of my bag ready for use.
I was glad there were none of the Willmott-Dixon or their subcontractors working today.
For there was no space to get onto the footpath without the usual using the roadway. And that was covered in puddles of muddy rainwater from the trenches and holes the lads were in the middle of preparing for the water and power cables to go in to supply the new tenant’s flats in the Extra-Care-Block they were working on. Still, it creates a bit of interest.
I felt a bit sorry for the lads coming back on Monday to work in those trenches, many of them had already started to fill up with the rain.
I was feeling a lot better in myself now. Dizzy Dennis, Duodenal Donald, and Shaking Steven were all giving me a breather now, as I set off of the Hobble-up-the-Hill to Mapperley Tops and the Lidl Store.
The beautiful smell emanating from the petrichor that comes with the fresh rain falling on dry bark and grass is one of the best aroma’s I’ve ever had the pleasure to smell. Bootiful! Except, perhaps cheesy baked potatoes? Hehe!
I walked deliberately slower than I usually do until I got beyond the trees at the end of Chestnut Walk so that I could enjoy the weathers scent.
By the time I got started on the hill, I had begun limping even slower, as Anne Gyna began to give me grief. But this is only to be expected on the 8/1 steep top Mapperley Rise stretch, up to the Plains Road.
As soon as I got on the level bit of pavement, Anne Gyna eased off for me. So kind of her!
Now, I was in good form and got along to the store with much more speed and singing away to myself. The Young Ones, In thoughts of you and humming the Shadows Stars Fell on Stockton and Wonderful Land are some I recall warbling. Haha!
I even resisted the impatient and nasty Nottinghamian Sunday shoppers antics from getting to me. One bloke literally shoved me out of the way while I was looking at the tomatoes on offer. At the checkout, the bloke behind me in the queue, trod on my right foot, because I was too slow in getting the bags packed and out of his way. Mind you, he did mutter a “Sorry youth!” to me.
I came out £12.70 less well off and with, Smoked streaky bacon, Spring Water, orange juice, fresh pod peas, spreadable butter and some more Glowwhite ultra. To use n the laundry when washing the white towels. Two Fruit fools and a lemon yoghourt, muffins, tomatoes, apples and small potatoes.
I was still in good spirits as I left the store.
Even when I was being greeted by some more torrential rain to walk home in, this didn’t destroy my improved state of mind, and I poddled along the top and right down onto Mapperley Rise.
The scene was sufficiently impressive for me to stop under some bushes and take this photo.
I’m glad I did now because the umbrella blew way as I was taking the picture. If I had been walking, it might have blown away in the strong winds and never be seen again. Hehehe! As it was, it hit the fence nearby and bounced back hitting me on the shoulder and made it easy for me to retrieve it.
AS I turned down Chestnut Walk, I stopped again to take a photograph of all of the three blocks. But the trees hid the new build extra-care building in between the two taller Courts.
The walk back to Woodthorpe Court was relatively less risky today, with there being no building plant or lorries working today.
I limped along with the feet, especially the trodden on the right one, hurting something horrible!
I walked by the Footpath Closed sign on the footpath and considered making another one, to add to it. Something like: “Please do not damage vehicles, tractors, escaping tenants in their cars or Willmott-Dixon lorries when then they knock you over while you are forced to walk in the roadway or fall down the open trenches. Haha!
Got in without seeing any residents or tenants whatsoever, just like when I left earlier.
Straight for a wee-wee and did the Health Checks.
Then got the fodder purchased put away and started the meal preparation.
Got some bargains again today.
I got the belly pork slices and cut them into smaller pieces.
Then put some peri-peri BBQ sauce on them individually.
I had some Hickory Smoked Maple cooking sauce to use after. It takes ten-minutes it says for the sauce to cook. So, I’ll have to guess when the pork has ten-minute left to roast, and add it then.
I got on with updating this blog. Then went on TFZer Facebooking to add today’s piccies.
Nosh prepared and served up – by gum it took me some time, sorting and cleaning up afterwards.
Apart from the much under-cooked beetroot, the rest of the meal was just so tasty! A Flavour Rating of 9.2/10 was given.
So, I can recommend using the Peri-peri BBQ and Hickory sauce together on belly pork done in the oven.
The usual fatigue and Sod-it Mode arrived.
To the accompaniment of Herbert John above’s clatter, tap banging, I had a wee-wee, got the pots washed and got the headphones on to start to watch some, what I thought would be interesting programmes on the telly.
I watched two episodes of an Australian series called Bondi Beach Vet. I got all emotional. 13th December 2015: An eleven-month-old family puppy had been stabbed in his eyes by burglars. The unfortunate thing was not in a good state at all but remained calm and whimpering throughout the treatment.
Juice, an 11-month-old Staffordshire bull terrier, suffered awful injuries in the savage attack at a house in Bella Vista, Sydney, Australia. The vet discovered that the scum burglars who did this atrosity had pushed the screwdriver right through the eyeball of ‘Juice’. This friendly dog had to have his eyeball removed and eyelid stiched closed. Tears flowed (From me). His human family were obviously shattered.
After the operation which they filmed, they put Juice in a cage overnight. I didn’t think I could feel so much anger, pity and shame all at the same time.
They showed Juice in the morning being visited by his family, now they had to wait to find out if any brain damage had been caused by the B”*^$£*’s who did this, when they shoved the weapon in so hard, it went through into the animals brain outer casing.
The tears turned to ones of joy later, when they showed Juice playing with his owners’ at home, after recovering and getting back to his old self and coping so well, with his one eye. Soft bugger, me!
Later they showed a three-month-old kitten coming into the surgery. The none-responsive little kitty had got herself entangled in a dining room chair for hours, damaging herself in a panic trying to free herself. The vet thought brain damage might have caused the little mite who failed to respond to anything. I had to turn to another channel.
I did pop back to the channel later though and found the kitten was back at home recovering, and the said beginning to act more like the mischievous pet she was before.
Armenian: Շաբաթ 28 Հուլիս 2018 թ
0530hrs: What an expergefaction this morning! Confusing and it went on for ages:
I washed and cleaned up and returned to the recliner room.
I took this photograph through the filthy unopenable bird-poo covered new window.
Looking down, it seemed we had had some rain last night, but not a lot.
The sky did look a tad threatening of more to come.
: Flipping heck, had I been nocturnal nibbling and drinking or what! On the other chair was the tray from last nights meal, containing the empty plate and cutlery, and added after eating, a pork pie wrapper with half of it consumed, empty cheese curl wrappers, and get this, folks, no less than four empty spring water bottles and an orange juice can!
I cleared them all up, washed the things and got the recyclable can and bottles into a white bag.
It then dawned on me how cold it felt this Saturday morning.
I looked at the monitoring thingamajig, and it indicated that the temperature was the same as yesterday morning. But blimey, it feels nippy!
I nipped for a wee-wee (For the sake of saving space, let’s assume that I did this every half hour or so, please), then took the medications, once again adding a Dia-Limit Capsule to the morning doses.
I tried to take a shot of the rain now falling.
There was a strong wind out there blowing against the air-stifling, view-blocking, filthy plastic covers on the outside of the already dirty windows in the kitchen.
Then, I went into the balcony bird-poo covered window. To try and take a picture of the bottom field to show that the grass on it was already starting to go green again in spots. Nature really is marvellous!
I noticed when I put the picture on here that I had caught the reflection of my hairy legs and rotund torso in the photo. Hehehe! Good job I had just replaced my PP’s with clean ones. Haha! Almost ghostly do you think? If I’d tried to get this image, I wouldn’t have known where to start.
I updated the Friday diary and got it finished and sent off. Then I got the Health Checks done.
The rain stopped.
On the bashed about balcony base, it had soon started to dry out.
I wondered how much the screws, bolts, and hinges left on the base might be worth. Hehe!
It was not feeling any warmer yet though, the wind kept falling and getting up again, the sun came out around 0845hrs. The distant clouds did look a bit grey.
I made a large mug of tea using one Twinings best Strong Breakfast Tea bag, and an Asda (Walmart) weak flavoured cheapo one, with just a splash of milk. It tasted grand!
I got on the computer again to start this diary off.
I suppose I should nip to Sherwood this morning to get some of the liquid soap flakes I forgot to get yesterday.
Went on the WordPress Reader Section. Did some comment reading, well the one I received anyway.
Must get the ablutions and medicalisationing done now. Then get out to fetch the Liquid soap-flakes.
Back in a bit.
Health Checks were done.
Got an early nosh prepared and eaten. I enjoyed this meal and gave it a Flavour Rating of 9.55/10, the highest for a long while.
I thought I’d go to the wet room to do the ablutions.
I didn’t get as far as the wet room. En route, I was suddenly overcome with lethargy, lassitude, and languor. Not poorly as such.
Then Dizzy Dennie and Shaking Shaun started to kick-off, and that little combination did for any life in me, for the rest of the day. The blank-spots were more numerous that things I can remember from here on.
I think Sister Jane or someone rang.
I found in the morning that I had taken the last medications and done another Health Check – by seeing the scribbled updated Health Check Rota on the notepad and the Saturday pots of tablets were empty.
Not a very enjoyable or active rest of the day for the Nottingham Lad.
Again, no sleep came. I seemed to recover somewhat after midnight, but along with this, the grey-cells became overactive. Everything that came into line for consideration caused anxious, dithery, jittery, nervous and perturbed mind activities. Oddly enough, no wee-wee’s were taken. (Until after I’d got in a few hours kip and woke up!) Hehe!
This contradictory, unfathomable day, seemed to go like a week!