Inchcock Today – Sunday 29th December 2019: Mutating legs, and fantastic nigh sky, nowt else much!

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Sunday 29th December 2019

Chichewa: Sabata 29 Disembala 2019

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WD 128.0.128 00:00hrs: I woke, and without delay, struggled to get my rhinoceros-like body from the recliner, to get to the Porcelain Throne. Very nearly having a trip over the carpet in my haste, clouting my ankle with the walking stick, but kept my balance with the help of the door frame.

WDPH01L4WD 128.0.128 The session was one of the not-so-nice ones. As it has been for the last few days, things moved as soon as I got down on the plastic seat. But, this time, everything stopped part-way. Encouraging further movement, involved a few words like; Eeeya, Asdfghjkl and Argh, with a fair bit of pain! Daktacort2Not messy, a bit bloody, and a system-blocking amount of evacuated product. Phew! I then applied the Corticosteroid Daktacort cream on bleeding Little Inchies fungal lesion, and some Germoloid lotion on the rear-end Harold Haemorrhoids. Washed up and wiped the contact points with antiseptic.

Not a good start! But, at least I didn’t knock anything off of the shelves or cabinets, and no toe-stubbings.

Minutes later, as I was putting on the kettle, the need for another wee-wee arrived, so I used the overnight GPB (Grey-Plastic-Bucket) for a BOBVSL (Blasting-Out-But-Very-Short-Lived) wee. Took the medications and made the brew.

Then, onto the computer to get the updating done of yesterday’s depressing diary. I could sense Dizzy Dennis wanting to give me some bother as I typed, but it may have been Saccades Sandra making things worse? She was also in forces with the neuropathy and autonomic nerves in the fingers, that were playing up and not recognising contact or touch. Not all of the time, just now and then for a few minutes at a time (which was something new). Making typing a hard slog this morning again. So much correctionalisationing to do cost me a lot of time.

I got the blog posted off, then went on the WordPress Reader. I enjoyed a bash at the TFZer Facebooking.

I went to make another mug of tea, noticing how kind Arthur Itis was to me. Got the kettle on, and took two photos from and of the same view, as best I could. I used the light and view-blocking thick window bottom ledge to rest the camera on.

The first one, I took in Night Landscape, and the second in Aperture Priority. I can’t make up my mind which one is the better one. Maybe the Aperture one? But I don’t know. My indecisiveness and wavering vacillations are annoying.

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I really must get some more graphics for page headers done on CorelDraw. I got the gone-cold tea replaced, and set to graphicalisationing.

Three hours later, I got just a few done, but I was feeling tired. Josie’s meal to do then as well, that is if she wants it today. She’s not told me she is going out, so I’ll do my Personal Chefing thing again. Tea and bikkies to be nibbled!

6Sat02aWhoops, Porcelain Throne visit first. Another hard, painful session, but no bleeding.

The legs, apart from being back to the pale anaemic-like again, and a little fluid retention, they looked okay.

Back to the Coreldrawing, and spent a few hours more creating January Dedicated day, the same theme for the whole month, but made them up with TFZers and Cyber-mates on each one for a laugh. January is the Alcoholics Detox Month. Hahaha!

2019 legDec29I got the oven on a low light for later, and back to the wet room to get the Ablutions sorted. I took the pin’s photo afterwards, and they had a lot more colour than the earlier one did. But then, I’d just had the shower, and the knees had been energetically rubbed with the Phorpain Gel. The light was on too. I’d also taken a sachet of the lemon Macrogol counter-constipation mixture. Rubbed-in Clobetasone and more Daktacort more cream were applied. As for the session, it went amazingly well! A few dropsies and the sock-glide battle was an honourable draw

WDP 2019B01AWD 128.0.128 Plus, I started to do some of the Physio exercises that do not require my bending down. I didn’t want to begin Dizzy Dennis off any worse! I fear the only real Whoopsie happened during the stretch and pull arms-torso lifts. I came back down and clouted the back of my hand on the sink! It made me jump a bit. Grumph! I stopped the physio exercises at this stage! Hehehe! All dressed, and made a cuppa, and on the computer again for a short time.

Just starting on the cooking, and the phone light lit and flashed. It was Sister Jane, who rang to see how I was going. She’d forgotten about my making the dinner for Josie to be delivered at midday each Sunday. Then again, it turned out later, so had Josie! Haha! A quick natter, and back to the cooking, hoping I had not left anything burnable, (faucets) taps running, or heat on that might burn something. I’ll ring her back later to find out what it is I have done wrong, failed to do, or should have done. (There’s always something, with Jane, but she cares, and that’s nice) I’ll ring her back later.

I got back to Josie’s nosh cooking, and then popped to her flat, and asked if she wanted the nosh today. ‘Oh yes, I’m just going in the shower!’ – Me, posh voice adopted: “It will be delivered in about 30-minutes, Modum!” served up. “It’ll only take me five minutes in the shower” she replied. I bowed and curtsied, (I shouldn’t have done that really, started Arthur Itis off in the knees, Tsk!) We both laughed, and I returned to the hovel, cooking and preparing her nosh.

35-minutes later, it was all done and delivered to her door.

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I’d added as treats, a can of G&T and Manner lemon wafers. Then a few chocolate coins. But Josie was not answering the door. I went back into my apartment and got the camera to take the above photo. A couple of minutes later, the gal appeared. “I was in the shower!” Ah, well! I explained I’d put too much demerara sugar in the peas, and she had BBQ mackerel and tuna with mayonnaise, and the cheesy potatoes had been made with white cheddar, butter and sea salt, and I thought it tasted nice. She said there was too much. I suggested she just ate what she fancied, I can take any back and get rid of it for you.

She handed me an Asda tray of green salad, I thanked her very much and took it away for later consumption. Hehe! We parted, but I fear her meal by then, was not going to be warm enough. Fingers crossed; she enjoys it.

Back and phoned Sister Jane. We had a chinwag and memories were prompted. Christine, her mam and dad, old Mr Holmes, the hell-hole where we lived. But all of what she was saying did not sink in. Thanks to Dizzy Dennis budging his way in, while we were talking. Blown if I can remember what she said she was having for lunch, yet I can recall thinking it sounded good? Can someone analyse that, please?

The potatoes were browned off a bit longer in the oven. I might not be able to cope with ultra-spicy food, but I do like well-browned cheesy spuds.

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I had some beef cobs, roast onions, peas beetroot and the extra-crispy cheesy mashed and roast potatoes. The garden peas that had been over-sugared couldn’t all be eaten, but the other things were okay. Gave this a flavour-rating worth 6.5/10. I’d run out of tomatoes, Humph!

I got the pots washed, with the company of Dizzy Dennis in attendance again. The dropsies began, and somehow, the delicate dropped items, like the mug, didn’t break!

I got the handwashing done. Jammie-trews, long sleeve shirt and socks. All done, wrung and hung to start drying.

Took the medications, got a bottle of orange juice made up, and off to 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. The one 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 and searched for my valuables, which he found and took.

WDP 13bLWD 128.0.128 Got the TV on, and intended to watch a film. But weariness, old age, and fatigue allowed me to fall asleep, and much-needed it was too! Unfortunately, this was not to be. First, the door chimes rang out, waking me up. I assume it was Josie, wanting to return the dinner accoutrements. Bless her!

WDP 13aLWD 128.0.128 A few minutes later, the landline-light flashed, and the bell rang out. Oh, dearie me! I had to struggle to get the limbs back into coordination, put up with the pain and discomfort, but I got free of the recliner, stood up, trod on the walking stick that had fallen oven and I’d not realised… and by then, the ringing of the phone stopped! I’m not the luckiest of senile old farts, you know! Haha!

By now, getting back to sleep was more laborious than doing a treble-cartwheel blindfolded with a broken leg! Well-pissed-of, I decided to make a brew. Extracting my bulbous wobbly-bellied body from the recliner again, painfully I might add; I went to the kitchen to be met with a beautiful view of the sky outside. I stumbled and fetched the camera to take these two shots of it.

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Bootiful, impressive! It made me forget the mishaps for a moment or two.

I didn’t bother making a brew after all but spent a while in awe, looking up at the sky.

Back in the recliner, but would sleep come? Would it ‘eck as! Grumph!

Inchcock – Friday 1st February 2019: Horrible day, Tsk!

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Friday 1st February 2019

Corsican: Venerdì 1 di Frivaru 2019

23:45hrs: I woke, and after the brain had found and engaged its first-gear, I seemed to feel in fine fettle, mentally. I was up and out of the ageing 1968 second-hand rickety recliner and into the kitchen in at such a rapid-rate-of-knots, it surprised me. I was cheered with finding the hot water was back on again, and no demands for any wee-wees yet either.

I set about doing the Health Checks.

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5fri001No dramatic changes noted to the readings this morning.

I took the medications and medicines and got the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie strong tea.

wd 0.0.30 Then, the first wee-wee of the day arrived, with little warning. Luckily, the emergency grey plastic bucket was close to hand to be utilised. This was an LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee).

5fri002wd 0.0.30 After which, just as unexpectedly and urgent as the wee-wee, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

Off I went to the wet room (I must have looked like a shortened fatter version of John Cleese doing a funny walk. Hehe!). The evacuation went very smoothly and unmessily.

Although a slight reluctance to be freed from the rear-end was indicated.

But this gave me a 5fri003achance to read some more of the sad, yet fascinating Victoria Wood biography.

I checked the pins. Fluid retention seemed to have gone down from last night, and a new papsule and welt had appeared. Still, it keeps the interest going, dunnit? Haha!

The left wrist began to itch like crazy, and I could not help but scratch away at it for ages. No marks on the skin? It felt a little like I had worms wriggling in the arm? It ultimately stopped bothering me and has not come back again.

Back to the kitchen and disinfected the little emergency grey bucket and left it handily placed twixt the kitchen and front room. (What me, fall over it? Ahem!)

I made a start on the Thursday blog. It took around five hours to get it done. Partly because of the number of things that had taken place yesterday, that I needed to recall, and the abysmal, wretched appalling performance of the Liberty-Global Virgin Media connection! 

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Would you buy a second-hand car from him?

I decided on some (Which shamefully turned out to be far more than planned – [Shame Mode Adopted] Tsk!) Scottish Shorties and another mug of tea for brekkers. Nice! Had an LHBLWW and back on the computer, to make a Morrison order for next week.

wd 0.0.30 The following hours were spent battling Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun, I’m afraid. Memories are patchy.

5Fri34I found on the morning that the medications had been taken, so that was good.

I did have a meal though, because I found this terribly blurred photograph on it in the camera too.

Recalling taking the meds and doing the meal is impossible. But I’d filled in the result sheets?

A bad few hours. Tsk!

I had nodded off and woke up, feeling a lot better, but not right. (That about covers it, Huh!) I checked the place for stove, taps, light dangers, it seemed I had left nothing on that I shouldn’t have.

Reflux Roger was in as bad a mood as he has ever been.

Ah, well! TTFN.

Inchcock – Sat 26th Jan 2019: Another Hectic, busy, Wee-weeing day. Tsk!

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Saturday 26th January 2019

Croatian: Subota, 26. siječnja 2019

23:35hrs: I woke with memories of a dream reasonably clear and lucid in my mind. I grabbed the notepad and scribbled down some prompters to use later. (Later, I made up today’s Inchcock’s Thoughts graphic using these notes. Not word for word, obviously, but the train of the Grim Reapers words were similar to how he spoke to me in the dream!) I thought the Reaper looked a lot like Jeremy Corbyn.

wd 0.0.30 An instant need for a wee-wee arrived. With great difficulty in holding back the imminent flow and getting free of the £300 second-hand recliner at the same time, I got myself upright and made for the grey emergency tub in the corner – Calamity! It was not there! I’d forgotten I moved it yesterday when the workers arrived. Oy Vey! So, having gone all through my dream-filled sleep without taking a wee-wee, you can see how desperate things were now! Oy gevalt! Panic set in, but I had a sense-of-mind to make for the WC and not waste valuable time searching rooms for the grey bin.

Alas, I was too late all the same! I now have clothes soaking in disinfectant and soap powder in the green bucket. Humiliation and Shame Mode adopted!

All washed, and in another pair of jammy-bottoms and embarrassingly, a new pair of protection pants, I went to get the Health Checks done. I got out the sphygmomanometer and accoutrements required, but could not find the Enoxaparin hypo that had been moved in the workings yesterday! I sensed things might not go so well today, and adopted a ‘Sorry-for-myself-Mode! Hehe!

wd 0.0.30 Then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A messy evacuation and some bleeding from the front and rear this morning. Somehow, I just wasn’t surprised in the least! Rewashed the dandies. Then back to the kitchen and searched for the missing loaded needle. No luck yet. But I did find the grey bin. Humph! Did the Health Checks.

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6sat02The Sys was a bit lower than it was yesterday but higher than it should be methinks. Again, not surprising me. Tsk!

wd 0.0.30 I took the medications and needed another wee-wee. This was of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) variety.

Back to the kitchen and made a brew of tea.

The flipping left ankle gave way again on the hobble to the computer. I felt as if the ankle was going to collapse into the foot, but it didn’t, of course. Hello, the sneezing has started again! Humph! Fed-up? Me?

6sat08wd 0.0.30 I went to check the legs over, they felt like they are filling up again. But this photo doesn’t look like they have done so from yesterday? There are once more some new bruises and blood papsules, though?

These Possible Furosemides side effects are so many, I wonder if there are any psychotomimetic ones? Hehe! 

I went into the kitchen and took these photographicalisations. The precipitation was light, is was evident that it had been falling all night, but it helped the downward picture to have a certain quality about it.

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Another SSPWW and I got on with updating the Friday post and got it sent off to WordPress. 

6sat11One more SSPWW, (Got splashbacks with this one, Oh, dear!) and I made a start on this blog, getting up to here with it.

Then the thoughts of breakfast came into my mind. Porridge, methinks. I cunningly used the stick-picker-upper with the more full grip and more extended arm to get the pot down.

I got a grand scrubbing up session done at 6sat120805hrs. I even did a bit of singing in there!

As I grubbled about making sure everything was how it should be before leaving, I noticed the sky had a tinge of red in it. The moon was reluctant to go down. Quite pretty it was.

But, we all know the farmers and shepherds saying: “Red sky at night, Shepherds delight – Red sky in the morning, Shepherds warning! So I made sure the umbrella was in the bag.

Did the midday Health Checks and medications in case I get back late from town. Took two black bags to the waste chute and set off out into the rather cold and nippy morning.

I met Mary and Shirley in the lobby, and we greeted each other.

6sat13As I got to the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned to take this shot of Winwood Heights, with Winchester Court being the closest one. It still has the sign indicating that it is called ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe!

Mary was coming along behind me. When I got to the bus stop Winchester Street she joined me. Mary was on her way down to catch a bus on Mansfield Road. I explained that she could get on the 40 one, as I was doing and use her bus pass, cause we can use it anytime on Saturdays and Sundays. We had a little natter, the gal is not happy with her new flat up on the 15th floor, and sounded a tad depressed. She carried on walking down the hill as I got on the bus.

I got off of the bus near the Pound Shop and called in to see if they had any of the Pork Farms Pork Pies on sale. Nope, they didn’t. But I came out with a few things in the bag. Dettol Citrus air spray, a few nibbles for the Social box, Smoked bacon and some beef end-bits. Paid on the self-serve till without any hassle.

Across the road and into Boots store, and up to the pharmacy. I got a Sterimar Hyptn CR spray, £2 off today, got it for £5.99.

6sat20Then made my way to the Victoria Centre Market Stalls. Which was another sad sight! Aisles mostly bare of customers, empty stall, and those poor few beggars still in them looking so sorry for themselves. I have great empathy, and so sorry for them.

I visited Abdul, and his clothes stall. I got two pairs of trousers from him. I had a choice of grey, grey or grey. So, I got the grey ones. Haha!

Had a little laugh with him, paid him and made my way out to the shopping centre (Mall), and hobbled to the City Centre.

During my wanders, I kept taking pictures of closed down retailers. So sad and worrying!I’ll show them all together here, so you can see just one reason for the depression of Nottinghamians.

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I wandered down to the Slab Square down King Street. Where I took three photographs left to right of the Slab Square.

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6sat26Not many Nottinghamians about! Although I did see two relaxing in a shop doorway later, and providing some Nottinghamian Street Art for me to snap. Poor things!

The drizzle began to pour a little as I cut through and down Exchange Walk to the M&S food hall.

The regular Big Issue seller was outside the store doors, I slipped him a couple of quid on my way in. Once in the shop, I had to resist buying too much-unwanted stuff, it all looked so delicious! I ended up at the self-serve tills with: A ready-made Lamb One Pot meal £4.50, A Rustic Granary Farmhouse sliced loaf on offer, £1.59 down to £1, Two Sourdough Rolls £1.20 and some Frites £2.30. This time, I did have problems putting the stuff through and had to ask for help, twice! Klutz! I could identify which rolls I had on the lookup lists. Even the lady had a job to find them, so I didn’t feel so bad. Thanked her and off she trotted to help someone else. When it came to swiping the Rustic bread, the machine would not have it at all. Back came the assistant, and she ended up having to use her key and inputting the code manually for me.

6sat26aWhen I got out of the store, the rain was more persistent.

I took many pictures of closed down businesses and signs in this area as I made my way back to the bus stop on Queen Street. At the top at the junction with Upper Parliament Street, this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist caught my eye as nearly fell off of his bike. Which cheered me up a little. During this little hobble about, there so many Pavement Cyclists all over the place, it would have been too much hassle to try 6sat27and photo them all, and get the camera wet into the bargain. But for this last one I saw, I risked it.

Nearby, I took this picture through the windows of a new cafe. Called Josephine’s Tea Room, 49 Upper Parliament St, Nottingham NG1 2AB.

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5fri33I perused the menu on show in the window: Nutella on Toast £5.50, Scrambled Egg on Toast £6.00. Egg Benedict £9.00 add spinach for 50p. Porridge Oats £4.50 add sultanas or honey for £1. Pancake Porker Stack 5 pancakes with Dukes Hill ham and dripping with Maple syrup £8.50. Toast and Butter £1.50, this dish is suitable for vegetarians, two slices of bloomer with butter. White, unless you want brown add jam, marmalade, marmite or honey for £1, Nutella for £1.50. Open sandwiches from £8.75. Sides & Extras £1.00, Roddas Clotted Cream £1.00. Portion of Jam £0.50, Slice of white bread or brown bread £0.50, Ice cream a scoop £1.50. Other sauces £0.50.

I have to admit, I was impressed with the clientele inside, and there were a  good few too. Upper Echelon Nottinghamians, obviously at these prices. Although when I peered into the window, a bit like Dickens ‘Oliver Twist’, I’d say half of the customers were students, the other half represented the few Conservative Voters left in Nottingham, you know: Noses up, little finger out when they drank and sneaking sugar sachets into their pockets and handbags. Just my kind of people. Hehehe!

6sat28I caught a 40 bus back to the flats. Tony from the apartments got on en route, and we had a gossiping session.

As the bus got on to the St Anns Well Road, Huntingdon Street traffic lights, I snapped a shot of the horrendous building in the background. Google tells me ICO Development Company are located in it? It’s a massive place, but so ugly to me. A little further along, there are these flats or apartments. Called Liberty Living. Another monstrosity to yours truly. This reminded me of Liberty-Global who bought Virgin Media and destroyed the connection at the same time!

6sat29wd 0.0.30 I’d just put the camera back, and missed the van skidding at the traffic island in this photo on the right. Tsk!

We got off the bus back on Sherwood Rise and walked down to Chestnut Walk. We were moving as fast as we could, and the drizzle had turned to rain now. As we got to the foyer entrance, it stopped altogether.

Said our cheerios in the lift when Tony got out on the ninth floor, up to my flat and I took an SSPWW. Did the health checks and then one more SSPWW! Got the fodder away.

Made a brew and got the computer on to update this blog, after yet another SSPWW!

6sat30Prepared the nosh, no cooking involved. So it was easy.

It looked and tasted good, but for some reason, I ate very little of it? (Perhaps I’m pining for the missing Weevils? Hahaha!)

Washed the things up, had a wee-wee and got down in the recliner to watch a ‘Clarence DVD’.

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Inchcock – Wed 23 Jan 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and Natterless, Wee-weeing like a jet, day! Tsk!

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Wednesday 23rd January 2019

Basque: Asteazkena, 2019ko Urtarrilaren 23a

2345hrs: Woke up, in need of the Porcelain Throne. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Not an easy task when one has to move so much excess body weight and get the mass into a semi-perpendicular position ready for actually walking.  But I coped well-enough.

The evacuation was one of the easier and less messy ones for once. During which the brain engaged with the body, and the stampede of harrowing miscellaneous unwanted thoughts and fears began to reign into the mental picture. Slowly they faded, leaving me a nihility that refilled with ponderations of a weak-willed, wimpish compliant mode. I cleaned up and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

2tue06I could not resist taking a shot I’ve done many times before, from the view and light-blocking, unwanted, thick-rimmed, needing more glass area and panes to be cleaned, thick-ledged preventing downward photos from being taken, new windows. Because the view was so beautiful. The evening street lighting helped of course.

I took the dishes and mug from last night to wash and put them in the sink. I had a terrible thirst on me this morning (I still had hours and hours later?), so I decided to make a brew first… which proved to be little heart-breaking!

2tue05WD0.0.128 I got the new China (Well it was made in China, Hehe!) mug, and as the kettle heated up, as any right-thinking sinensophile or tea-lover would, I poured very-hot water from the tap to heat-up the new china mug before making the brew… Oh dear! I let it slip from my grasp, and it dropped onto the older China mug soaking in the bowl! Causing, two chips in the loved old mug! I nearly cried! The receptacle must now be thrown away! Too dangerous to risk using it now. Any cuts in the lip, they bleed much more than other areas, and my being on the Warfarin, I dare not risk it. I’m all discouraged and pitiably sorry for myself, now! Poor old schlemiel! Oy Vey!

I got on with doing the Health Checks, miserably! Tsk!

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3wed001aThe Pulse had gone from yesterdays first checks, to being low again now. Mind you, it’s been less, so I don’t know why I mentioned this?

WD0.0.128 Looking closely at this photo, I might have read 161 for 167? Can’t tell for sure. Tsk!

The point worth mentioning is the ultra-slow and little, but definite decrease in the weight over the last three days!

WD0.0.128 Off for a wee-wee again. They have turned back into the SNCWW (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wee) mode now. Which, as on this occasion, can cause problems, as you might understand. Humph! Had a cleanup!

1mon33Made the brew (carefully), and thought about breakfast later, and decided to have some Marmite sarnies, using the sliced Polish bread. Plenty of it left from the gigantic loaf to use up.

But first things first I said to myself. I must get the Tuesday post updated and sent off. Which turned out be a more extended session than I would have liked, with all the photographs and complicated things that took place, I was right 3wed001in thinking this.

Then, I had to return for another Porcelain Throne session. Another no-bother session.

I checked the pins while in there. Some pretty almost decorous red spots blotches and blemishes had appeared. The fluid containers had altered a little from yesterdays too. I didn’t want to, but maybe a half a Furesomide might be needed as the swelling looked to me to be increasing again. Oh, I don’t know, I’ll leave and see how things go. Or should I? I did!

With interruptions for the odd SNCWW, and my need for drinking, I eventually got the Tuesday diary finished and sent off, but not until gone 07:00hrs! Blimey was I piddling about or what? Had I nodded off and woke up without realising it? Going bonkers here I think, losing it!

Got an Email from the Doctors surgery about my request for an earlier appointment than 11:00hrs for my next blood appointment. I sent a reply, asking for an earlier appointment, please.

I began starting this Wednesday diary.

WD0.0.128 On the first break for about the ninth wee-wee, things changed again! I am now classyiying this and all those that followed as SHLNCWW (Short-Hosepipe-like-No-Sensation-Wee-wees) The unfelt dribble was now a hosepipe like style! Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

3wed03I went to make yet another mug of tea, and the moon was still showing in the sky!

When I opened the light-blocking, unwanted, thick-rimmed, needing more glass area and panes to be cleaned, thick-ledged preventing downward photos from being taken, new unwanted window, there was ice all over the outside of the black chipped new frame.

3wed05a1It’s not a good photograph, but this is best three I tried taking. Amazing, here I am now 09:00hrs, and the moon still battling to come through. Which told me, it must be below freezing out there. I put the thermometer as far as I could get it to go without losing a grip on it. It showed -3°c. Brrr! Glad it is as snug as a bug in the apartment!

I noted the frost and or snow was covering the 3wed05bottom field now. Not many birds about, apart from the nasty seagulls.

 I took this photo as best I could, with the sticking out too far window ledge would let me. I had to zoom in the take the picture blind, but this one came out alright.

The frost clearing shows frost on the cars and their windscreens.

3wed05a1aI got the Marmite jar out for use later on.

Then I noticed the bottom of the new mug, It claims it is ‘Fine Bone China’. If so, it is was a bargain at £2,  I think. The tea tastes as good as in the old one.

Another SHLNCWW, being prepared for the hose-pip element, I was more cautious this time. It’s not so easy when one cannot get any feedback from the senses when Wee-weeing. Humph, but Hehe as well!

Back to the updating of this post for a while.

3wed05a2Then the desire for my super-breakfast of Polish sliced bread with Marmite got too strong for me to resist any longer. I made up the sarnies, watch a YouTube while I ate it up!

I might not need a meal again today.

I set about checking the Page Top graphics and made a few more up on CorelDraw.

Got an email back from the surgery about my request for an earlier appointment than 11:00hrs for the next blood test. All they have available is 10:05hrs! Not good is it, Grumph! Depressed once again now!

I fell asleep in the computer chair! Woke up just as I was falling over and off of it! Miracle I didn’t cripple myself!

I did the Health Checks and took my medications.

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Titivated this graphic I did months ago

WD0.0.128 I spent more hours on the computer, before falling asleep (it turned out to be a fretfull fiesta full of waking ups and worries) as I was watching Law & Order on the telly.

Had to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner to go for a wee-wee. It came out as an LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee)!

TTFNski.

Inchcock – Sat 19 Jan 2019

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jan20 2019

Saturday 19th January 2019

Zulu: NgoMgqibelo 19th January 2019

23:35hrs. I sprang awake, without the brain fully engaged. I seemed to out of the recliner and in the kitchen with the wind-up torch assisting me to do the Health Checks, almost 6sat02without me realising it?

WD 0.0.255b The mind did join in with my bulbous body in activationalisationing when I dropped the torch and hit my shoulder on the cabinet in the dark when I bent down to pick it up. Tut-tut!

The BP readings were down. Good!

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6sat06Needless to say, but the flickering bulb was doing its best to light itself, but it’s on its last legs now.

There is a more significant area of the tube gone brown/red, and the flickering had already brought on a Dizzy Dennis attack, that I could have done quite well without. Ah-well!

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Messy evacuation with a little bleeding on this occasion. The flickering light tube had also brought on vision problems, well, focussing. When I got on the computer, it seemed to take a bit longer for me to do things?

6sat05I uploaded the pictures taken, and found this unintentional mystery one shown on the left here on the old Sony SD card?

I made up the Thought of the day rhyme and graphic for the top of this page, using CorelDraw, and went to take the medications and make a mug of tea. The Morrison’s Assam, now one of my favourite brews.

It dawned on me that I had been up for around an hour now, and I’d only had two wee-wees! Remarkable!

Back to the computer. I found I was having difficulty, a sort of acataphasia as I started this blog off.

I got myself side-tracked for an hour or so, with updating my personal word list. Huh!

Every time I stand, this so-called bruise causes a sharp pain with every step taken. I’m still suspicious that it may be something other than a bruise. But again, it’s no foofaraw!

I went to the obnubilated kitchen, to make another brew of tea. Where I opened the window and tried to take a panoramic photo of the horizon facing me. I attempted ten 6sat07times to shoot it, but the old Sony camera kept informing me I was too slow, or shook the camera or was too quick for it to be recorded. Humph! I’ll have to but a larger tripod I can use in future.

This would have been no problem with the old windows layout. Tsk! So I took this picture. I might use it as a backdrop for a Morning Thought later on.

I started this blog off and got as far as here, then went to make a mug of tea. I used the torch again, to avoid the flickering light flashing, and avoid setting the dizzies off again.

Then I got on with finishing yesterdays Inchcock off and got it posted. Then went on to the WordPress Reader section, some good stuff on there today.

Then I considered my option in the jentacular field. I decided on a pot of porridge, and a few Scottish Highland Shortie biscuits would do me.

Beyond this point is all a blur I’m afraid.

6sat23But I did find this photo on the SD card in the morning.

I’m not sure what happened. But a memory blank for some reason?

I vaguely remember watching some TV later on I suppose.

No signs of any other meals, but tons of nibbling evidence. Tsk!

TTFN.

Inchcock – Thur 17 Jan 2019: Uncontrollabilities caused unconventionalities today. I think!

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jan17 2019

Thursday 17th January 2019

Norwegian: Torsdag 17. Januar 2019

00:15hrs. I woke with the new big bruise on the leg stinging and aching something rotten. Then my concentration changed, and I pondered over the task of moving the flats stuff around in preparation for the visit from the demolition men to install the pipework for the new sprinkler system. Would I make it to the Social Hour today? Will the bruise and feet allow me to walk okay when I get up? Little Inchy is bleeding, ah, no signs of nocturnal nibbling. Eventually, my wandering brain returned, to the moving the things around problem, so much did it concentrate on this, that I decided to get up straight away and get the computer on to check the Google Calendar for the timings. Despite the Clinomania that hovered in my mind.

I extracted my obeast stomach-supporting body from the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner, without much bother. As soon as I stood up, the new bruise let me know its displeasure. I’m still not convinced this is a bruise. The type of pain it gives are nothing like the ones the multitude of other bruises gives me? But if Dr Vindla says it is, then it must be.

2Tue03 First thing I did was get the computer on, and check the Google Calendar. Oh heck! I found that it is not on this Thursday, but next Thursday that the men are calling to do the pipework! Another Cringe-making! Whoopsie! Sheepish-Shamed-Faced Mode Engaged!

As I got up to respond to the call to the Porcelain Throne, the new bruise gave me more stick and pain than I thought it should be doing. And during the evacuation, I felt Dizzy Dennis trying to issue me some hassle, but only very mildly. I do not need him to kick off again like last night. Else my brain will end up being useless to me. Not that it is all that concentrated or useful as it is. Hehe! Tsk!

I got the Health Checks done next.

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4thu001aNow I have cut down on the Furesomide; the BP is creeping up. Well, I think it is, I’m not sure what if means when the Sys and Dia both go up?

Still, not complaining. The fear of Dizzy Dennis returning, this dang bruise making walking difficult, and the feet are top of my worry list this morning. Of course, things can change in an instant. Hehehe!

4thu01The wee-wees were thankfully back to an LSWW (Long-Sharp-Wee-Wee) mode this morning. Although the legs were not yet freed of all of the stored fluid. Once again, the spider-veins had mysteriously moved and changed colour and or positions.

The bruise came out looking like a scar on this photo? It doesn’t look anything like so severe to the eye, just the lens of my old Sony camera?

I got with this blog, so I could record things while still fresh in my head.

Then went on to finalise the Wednesday Woes post. Then I made a blog page of Tim Price’s Brilliantly written and composed song titled: “Inchock’s wonderings while he’s wandering through the many streets of Nottingham” This one is with the correct lyrics. I made a mess of the ones I put in my previous blog. Sorry Tim, now you’ve saved the day by giving me the proper wording, I couldn’t wait to get it posted! Cheers, Mate!

2Tue03 I was so pleased with myself in getting it done correctly, at last, I held on to a wee-wee for a while, as I finished it off – Oh dear! Boy am I suffering now! Agony seems the most suitable word! Hehe! Why am I laughing? Still, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun are leaving me alone.

4thu02I decided to get one of the pots of the porridge I got yesterday for breakfast with a mug of tea.

2Tue03 I’d like to give a tip for anyone making one of these pots for their brekkers. Don’t squeeze the tub too hard when you pour in the boiling water. Tsk! Klutz!

4thu05Went to wash the mug, and my keen powers of observation noticed it had been snowing a tad.

4thu05aSome snowflakes had lingered on top of the vehicles, rooftops, and the grass, but most of it had melted now.

I got the ablution sorted next. A stand-up wash, 4thu03awith it being too early to use the shower for fear of disturbing my neighbours.

2Tue03 These throwaway Bic razors are getting blunted quick lately? Humph!

I ran out of shaving foam and had a search for the spare one. Took me a few minutes to find the new one. 

4thu04I took a picture of the pins after cleaning up. They are definitely holding less fluid now. Gone down noticeably. The blue almost circular papsule that had come up on the left leg had gone, leaving signs of it at all?

Also, I didn’t see a single, not one I say! Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle (EIBWBBB) anywhere!

I’d finished the ablutions with time to spare before the hour for the Morrison Delivery arrived. (0830 > 0930hrs). They may be late with the snow perhaps.

09:30hrs, no Morrison delivery yet? I went through the bag to make sure I had all the prizes, nibble, etc. there.

About 09:50hrs, the landline light lit up. It was the poor old Morrison delivery driver saying he’d be arriving in about ten minutes. Which he did. He’s been stuck on the A453 in traffic, and it took him an hour to travel a mile and a half! There are a lot of roadworks going on in that area. True to his work he arrived when he said he would. I have to say, they couldn’t help the traffic, yet they knocked £5 off of my bill and sent me a free can of light ale in with the order, and a sample of six mini-bottles apple juice; which will be nice for me to take the medications with.

I hastened to get the fodder stored away, put the light ale in the bag for an extra nibble for whoever fancied it at the Winwood meeting. Grubbled about checking things were left safe, and off to what was left of the Social Hour.

4thu24It was colder than I had expected out on Chestnut Walk. Frost on the road and cars still. The sun was fighting its way through, though.

By the time I got into the hut, there was precious little time left for me to socialise much.

My arrival was not one of the best I’ve had. I’d missed the raffle etc. too. I got the nibbles handed out, but no time to natter much, the box went round and came back almost emptied, but I didn’t get the usual opportunity to take it around and have a gossip as I did so. Jenny, Cyndy, Margaret, Doris, Gaynor, May, Doreen, Beryl, Frank, William, BJ, John and others were all deep in their conversations. But they did seem content enough bless them. And a few laughs were heard, which satisfied my complaisant nature. I had a job getting anyone to take the can of light-ale, Frank obliged me in the end.

As some of the clan left, I got a much-needed chance to have a chinwag with one or two of my amazing fellow-residents at last.  Which really made my day, even though it was me who did most of the talking.

4thu25When I got back to the apartment, the weariness dawned, and a pang of hunger took hold of me.

I made some overly-well-buttered sandwiches with the last of the polish bread. Tomatoes and the German smoked ham, with the thick crust having cheddar and a few drops of Hoisin sauce on it. Some salad, egg, apple sliced, too. A Limoncello dessert to end with. I must resist this in future!

An A-team episode was on the TV. After watching this, I was determined to make a start on the spare room sorting.

But I fell asleep instead: and didn’t wake up for hours and hours. Tsk!

Inchcock – Tues 15 Jan 2019: New injury – Visited the Doctor, had INR blood test – Got the laundry done – Plenty of natters today! Hurrah!

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2tue03

Tuesday 15th January 2019

Samoan: Aso Lua 15 Ianuari 2019

23:25hrs. I stirred into ersatz life and lay there deliberating over my situation, and taking in the thoughts with the mind in a calm, nonbelligerent mood. I could recall no dreaming, nocturnal nibbling or, and this is the best one… no bleeding from either the front or back! I remembered (I say remember, it was when I saw my sign about it hanging over the TV screen), the appointments with the Doctor and Nurse starting at 0720hrs. The brain did get a tiny bit of angst when it recalled that the destruction make-as-much-mess-they-can engineers will be calling to ruin the carpets and leave the maximum amount of dust spread as far as possible from the drilling as they can manage.

Physically, I thought things were doing fine, apart from Duodenal Donald lingering in the background and the rumbling innards, I was pleased.

WD 0.25.0 Then after I had freed my Billy Bunter-like body from the £300 second-hand recliner and got up on my feet… Soon as I stood up, the pain from my left leg well above the knee was nasty. Oh, flipping ‘Eck! I accept that I will never have complete aponia, but this pain was so reminiscent of what I suffered back in 1964. When I was working at the Co-op 118 store, on Arleston Drive in Wollaton. That turned out to be an abscess, and I recall trying to get the black-puss out of it was not easy or comfortable. Tsk!

WD 0.25.0 The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived rather urgently. A good job I responded straight away, else I definitely would not have made it in time! Phew! A messy semi-liquid affair.

Oh, great I thought. The Furosemide swollen legs, the abscess, the wee-weeing. And now the trots have joined Duodenal Donald in making me feel so nervous! Combine these worries with the fact that I have to go out on a 40-minute walk to the surgery for blood tests and see the Doctor about the Furesomide side-effects and tell her about the trots and beg for some more effective ulcer medicine or tablets, oh, and see if the pain is an abscess or a blood clot!

No doubt about it, the pain wholly dissipated when I am sat down, the moment I’m back on the feet it starts giving me grief.

Every morning something new for me fret about and get in a stew! Oy Vey is mir!

A lot of cleaning up needed after the evacuation. Had a rinse and thought I’d better start 2tue06anticepticalisationing the contact points. The innards still continue to growl and rumble, so I knew I’d soon be back on the Throne. Tsk!

Before I got the Health Check things ready, I put the kettle on and got the old Sony camera out and took some photographs of the legs.

Some new vein patterns again, and I think some others have disappeared? But less fluid now.

I took a zoomed in shot of the problem area on the left leg.

It came out more explicit than I could have hoped for, and I’m not so sure it is an abscess, now. What it is, I just don’t know. As I sit typing 2tue05this there is no pain at all, as soon as I stand and try to walk, back it comes? I suppose its lucky that I’ve got my appointment with Dr Vindla.

I still think someone should pay to have free access to my warped, fluid-filled, unbalanced, Furosemide affected legs for experimentation… Someone from the medical profession? Hahaha! You’d think they would slip me a bit of cash to leave the legs to them when I snuff it. BUPA perhaps?

02:00hrs already now, and I’ve just got around to doing the Health Checks, Humph!

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Things looked okay to me with the results.

I wish other concerns would be better, though. I’m dreading the walk to the surgery. The wee-weeing seemed to be getting a less often, but that is because when I took the 2tue04medications, I decided not to take a Furosemide yet, until after the Doctors and Nurses visiting are both done. This might reduce the risk of any escapages?

The picture I snapped from the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window, revealed the heavy clouds in the sky, that hid the moon and stars. Again, I was pleased with the old Sony camera result.

WD 0.25.0 I could hear a clanking/rattling noise suddenly. It stayed for five minutes or so. But I could not find the source of it, so annoying!

I got the Monday post finalised and sent off to WordPress.

I decided, being as I noted I was out of the better toilet rolls (Or perhaps I could not find them, such is the mess in the spare room, Shame-Mode Adopted), I’d add some toilet rolls to the Morrisons order for Thursday. I found they had 9-roll packs on offer reduced to £3 from £3-50, so I ordered one. I also noticed they had vegetarian cocktail sausages from £2.50 down to £1 and added one to the order. But the best was, they offered a pack of ‘Six cartons or bottles of Honest Organic Kids Ever After Juice Drinks’ as a freebie! No idea what they are other than apple flavour, but I bet someone at the Social Hour will fancy them for the grandkids mayhaps?

WD 0.25.0 Another immediate call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and nearly escaped of its own accord! Luckily, I was sat down at the time. I had to take blocking actions before I could risk getting to the wet room. Lid up, bum down and out it flowed before I made contact with the porcelain, almost liquid! All done in about ten seconds at most! What a messy session again! And Duodenal Donald started to kick off as I bent down to clean the bowl afterwards. I felt adequately embarrassed, discomfited and self-conscious of the mess I was in.

And as I said before, I’m feeling most apprehensive of getting through the 40-minute hobble to the surgery without any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops!, and getting back as well. Should any escapages from the front or rear happen, the PPs (Protection Pants) will prove ineffective… of dear, I am feeling worse now after working that one out. I feel hesitant, indisposed, nervous, almost afraid to go out, but must visit the Doctor for help with these problems. What else can I do? Tsk, bother and Harrumph!

I got the mushroom in the crock-pot. Then, I stopped everything and got the ablutions tended to. By the time I’d finished the cleaning up session, I felt a lot better in myself. Duodenal Donald had eased off, and the rumbling innards reduced a slight gurgling now and then. Also, the wee-wees had reduced in quantity and frequency. Yeehaa! I reckon if I leave here by 0630hrs, I should get to the surgery on time for 0720hrs… ah, maybe not, what if the abscess or whatever it is, slows my hobbling down… Mmm… I’ll try to time it to leave at 0615hrs then.

2tue08It was 06:29hrs by the time I’d got everything ready and set off out on the hobble to the Doctors.

A new layout on the route. The lads had begun to build the bus turn around point. So, we must all remember to walk on the right now. Not the left.

To the end of Chestnut Walk, and down 2tue09Winchester Street to the end and left along Mansfield Road.

By gum, I was getting a move on.

The pain from the leg amazingly departed, and my rate of knots increased somewhat!

Near the surgery, I took this photograph of some flowers on a hedge to a house. 

2tue10I got into Carrington and the surgery. I’d covered the distance in thirty-five minutes! (Smug-Mode-Adopted! – The head swanks! Hehe!)

Bootiful!

I got into the surgery and logged on with the receptionists and sat down, getting the crossword book out, and had a failed session on the puzzles.

WD 0.25.0 A few minutes later Dr Vindla came and tapped my shoulder as she said sternly to me; “Are you coming in then!” I assumed she had called my name and I’d not heard it. I rushed in and sat down. I mentioned that I am feeling tired all the time. “Yes, but how are the legs?” I showed the mark to her telling her how bad it was earlier, but now there was no pain. (I did feel such a fool!) No reply, as she had a grope of the legs. Making me jump. “Much better!” Then she told me I could keep on to the 2tue10aFurosemides I have left to use on an As as when needed basis. “Your seeing Nurse Nichole next, are you?” – ” Yes!” Alright, you can go now!” So I did!

Back to the seat, and Nurse Nichole appeared and fetched me to her treatment room. I managed to have a little natter as she took the blood, but not much. I thanked her and handed some nibbles, departed and dropped some bits 2tue11off for the receptionists. Both of the visits seemed to all over in minutes. I was in a haze as I left.

The traffic had got much busier now.

I took a picture in Carrington and then one in Sherwood as I almost power-walked the route back home.

2tue11aI was once again impressed with the resulting photos from the old Sony camera.

As I turned onto Marshall Street, I had to stop to avoid treading in some Nottinghamian Street Art. No doubt created and deposited my some alcoholic who, as many of us have done in the past, and they thought it would be a good idea to get a takeaway, after a jolly-good session on the plonk.

2tue12aWalking up Winchester Street Hill, at an incredible pace I might add – I wondered if I was still asleep and dreaming! How I was going so fast, I could not understand at all. I must have been breaking a record timewise.

I stopped and hobbled a little way up Cavendish Vale, to take this shot of Winwood Heights. Woodthorpe to the left and Winchester Court on the right. The new 2tue12bObergruppenfurheress HQ and New Extra-Care block of flats being mostly hidden with them being so much lower.

I carried on, despite the pain of the feet, at a good steady pace. And took this photo at the junction of Winchester STreet that goes up to the flats, and turns into Mapperley Rise on the right.

2tue12cA little further up the hill, I spotted some more Nottinghamian Street Art.

I can’t remember seeing it earlier when I walked down. But of course, it was much darker then.

As I reached the top of the road, many delivery 2tue12dlorries for Willmott Dixon were around.

Not that it mattered, but I had to wait a few minutes while the drivers had to manoeuvre their lorries around to find somewhere to park without blocking the traffic. Not an easy task.

But Incharge Ian was at hand to assist them.  Heck of a job for him, but seemed content enough and he was smiling.

2tue12eWhen I got walking again, I was taking this photograph of the Winchester Court sign, with its missing letters – N C and T, thus now becoming named ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe! I like it!

I was smiling to myself as Brigadeführeress Warden Deans passed by. We had a mini-natter and a laugh about the signs missing digits. Haha!

2tue12fI made my way back to the Woodthorpe Court flats along Chestnut Walk. Using, as it would be expected, the new third temporary route as designated.

As I got in the foyer, I managed to have another chinwag with two residents sat in there. I checked in the laundry room, and the machines were available. So, up to the flat to get the washing down and done.

2tue12g When I got in the apartment, I realised just how quickly things had gone, and found it hard to believe myself.

I’d left at around 06:30hrs, hobbled into Carrington, saw the Doctor, had the blood taken by delightful Nurse Nichole, walked all the way back taking photographs as I did, and still it was only 08:45 hours? Am I going potty or what?

I gathered the laundry and accoutrements needed and went down to the laundry room. I had a smashing natter with a man and woman sat in the lobby. A hello from Cyndy as she passed through to catch the bus. Into the room and got the washer going.2tue14

On the way back up in the lift, I discovered some more Nottinghamian Artwork on the wall of the elevator cage. No idea what it was, but it didn’t look nice. Hehe! 

I took another zoomed-in picture and placed it on top of the button panel in the graphic. But it didn’t come out any clearer for identificationalisationing purposes.

Suddenly the leg started to hurt again? I got the computer on and started to update this blog. Then down to the laundry room to move the clothes to the dryer. Had another good nattering session this another two residents in the foyer. I’m enjoying this! So much after I’d moved the washing into the spinner thingy and wiped the drum, I stayed downstairs while the dryer did its thing. And got a few words in with some passing residents again.

2tue15Removed and folded the togs into the bag, cleaned the machine filter and drum and back up in the lift to the apartment. 

Got the cleaned clobber away in the airing cupboard, and pressed on with the updating of this post. Accompanied with the banging and drilling from workers doing the installation prep work for the fitting of the sprinklers.

Checked the mushrooms and they were ready. So I moved them into a saucepan with some tomatoes with extra passata.

The blooming bruise on the leg is now worse than this morning. How can it disappear when I’m at the Doctors and come back now, with a vengeance? Humph!

Got some bacon in the oven, to add to the tomatoes and mushrooms, and digest with some of the Polish sourbread. Yum-yum! I hope.

2tue26Did the Health Checks and got the nosh served up.

Tasty, very tasty! The Polish Bread from the Post office shop was great!

8.9/10 Flavour-Rating.

Aha! There was an A-team showing on the TV. So I settled to watch it before cleaning the pots… which never got done, because I nodded off at the first commercial break!

Inchcock Today – Thur 10 Jan 2019: Best intentions foiled, Weevils return, missed Social Hour, yet still a decent day for the old man!

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Willmott Dixon’s Ian Incharge to the rescue! Hehe!

jan10 2019

Thursday 10th January 2019

Afrikaans: Donderdag 10 Januarie 2019

23:10hrs. I’d had a terrible kip, waking up so often and nodding off again, each time with a new worry, fear or anxiety to ponder over for a short while. I felt a little drained. However, once the mind returned to concentrating on current affairs, it assessed the needs of the day: the Morrison order due twixt 0630 > 0730hrs, remembered that the Clinic has been cancelled, the spare room in desperate need of tidying up, I must call the Surgery to find out when my next blood test is due, the workmen and planners are scheduled to call between 1300>1500hrs to sort the arrangements for the messy dirty disruptive, but necessary job of either the sprinklers or communication systems to be installed etc., I changed into action mode! (Loosely speaking, Hehe!)

I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner in double-quick time, and without any hassle! The toes and feet felt fine now, apart from another change in the appearance of the 4thu001tootsies. They are going the way that Sister Jane’s did again, but not as bad.

WD 0.0.255c The right foot ones this time. Toes curling, I put this down to the side effects of the Furesomide. As I did with the weight increase, the loss of all hair on my stomach, the increased dizzies, the bloated stomach… I shan’t go on. Haha!

WD 0.0.255c I went straight to the spare room and started to painfully box things, and sort out others. An hour later, I stood back – and things didn’t look any better! I gave up and went to do the Health Checks, after an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee).

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4thu001aI reckon the results were all okay, weight not included in this decision of course. Off for an SSPWW.

WD 0.0.255c I went to get the medication pots out and found that I had missed taking last nights doses. Schmuck! I took the morning tablets along with last nights untaken Warfarin, Simvastatin, and the Magnesium. Off for an SSPWW.

I got on the computer and started this blog off. But minutes later the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A cherry picker evacuation without any bleeding anywhere! While on the Throne, the grey-cells found a few adscititious things for me to worry about. Ranging from the hearing aid batteries stock are down to the last few. Did I order the milk on the Morrison delivery? Why is my right foot now so painful and the left one far less so?

WD 0.0.255c Why did I just see a Weevil, just the one, that was so massive, it struggled to get down the shower drain hole? Haha! I had a spray around all rooms with bug-killer.

Back to the blogging. I got as far as here, off for an SSPWW, made a small mug of tea, and went on to updating yesterdays diary. (In between SSPWWs)

Facebooked for a short while, but realised I had to get the ablutions done before the Morrison food delivery arrives.4thu04

WD 0.0.255c Well, well, well, another new anomaly with the legs! So, now, the bottom half of the legs have drained off a lot of fluid. But the stomach and top half of the pins have gained fluid?

Also, the boils seem to have gone from the rear-end? How can things change so often and so quickly? Am I still asleep and dreaming? Tsk!

4thu05I got the ablutions finished and had some brekkers. Then back on catching up on Facebooking while I awaited the groceries to arrive. I put the TV on the CCTV and watched to see when the Morrison man came.

I thought I may have overdone the ordering when so many bags came. But I realised it was all of the bottles of spring water that took up most of them. I got the things away and put some raffle prizes and nibbles in a bag, along with some Wholemeal bread wraps, that I am sure Jenny will like.

I’d left the CCTV on, and noticed Angela, going out through the foyer, one minute later she returned and pressed the call buttons. I thought I could help, so I shot down to the door to let her in. She had rung hubby Roy to bring down her scarf. (It was cold outside… ♫ Baby, it cold, outside… ♫ Sorry about that, I got carried away, Hehe! I enjoyed a little laugh and natter with Angie and Roy, then back up to the flat.

Later, I went out again, take the prizes and nibbles to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic plot. Telling Inchcock-off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. Roy and Mary were sat there, and I got another chinwag in. Out and dropped off the stuff for the Social Hour.

2019 01On my way back to the apartment,  heard my name being called.

It was Willmott Dixon’s Ian Incharge high up on a cherry picker. It was pleasant to be greeted and smiled at with a thumbs-up! I later used this photo as a template for the above page header graphic.

Back in the flat, an SSPWW and made a brew and back on this blog for a bit. Then back to Facebooking. Again, interspersed with the Wee-wees.

I had a go at cleaning up the kitchen, but the bending started of Back-Ache-Brenda and Anne Gyna, so I didn’t get as much done as I would have liked to.

It was Lynne who arrived to talk me through the things for the installation of the sprinklers. They will be calling next Wednesday 16th 09:30 > 11:00hrs. Then on Friday 25th, 08:00 > 1430hrs to fit them, or drill holes. Or the other way around? We had a jolly-good little natter, I thanked her, and off she trotted. 

4thu25Feeling weary now. So I got the nosh sorted out.

Imitation pretend-vegetarian meat and tomato sarnies with wholemeal bread thins. The last mini-pork-pie, gherkins, and a bit of strong stilton cheese. Followed by a very naughty Limoncello with squiggly spray cream sprayed on top. I taste-rated this one as a 9.1/10.

4thu06aWent to get one of the made-up bottles of spring water and cordial from the fridge.

WD 0.0.255c I found some dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the bowl in the sink, and one live one on the kitchen floor! Those in the bowl, looked like they had been dead for a good while. How did they get in there? The mysteries of Woodthorpe Court continue! Hehe!

Did the Health Checks, then settled to watch another ‘Frost’ episode on a DVD. After a farcical hour or so; my nodding off, waking, rewinding, nodding-off, waking, rew… you get the picture. Tsk! I fell asleep for an hour or two, only to spring awake thinking it was morning. Realised it was not, but could not get back to sleep again. The old brain went off on one of its panic-fretting-nervous routines, in such a frenzied fashion. Over a few hours, just about anything came in for consideration for a few seconds, related to my life or having nothing to do with me!

This went on until around 00:20hrs when I gave up trying to get back to kip when I heard a buzzing noise? At first, I thought it was in my head or perhaps I had nodded off again and was dreaming. I had to get up to investigate.

Inchcock – Thur 3rd January 2019:

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Sister Jane’s Birthday Today. Can’t get to see her, but as soon as the Furosemide finishes, I’ll get out and visit them at their castle, and fill their moat with pressies! Hehehe! Buses Permitting!

Jan03 2019

Thursday 3rd January 2019

Russian: Четверг 3 января 2019

23:45hrs. I almost burst awake, instantly aware that I was in need of the Porcelain Throne, to relieve demands from both front and back. The panicky rising from the £300 second-hand recliner was more farcical the ever this morning.

WD 69.0.69 I found myself sort of sliding off of the recliner, banged the swollen knees on the Ottoman, ignored the pain and got up, tripped over a slipper and knocked over the mineral water bottle, and made my way as fast as possible to the wet room. It was as close as one could be, to being too late… but, I made it, (phew!) and the splashing and spraying commenced the moment my bottom hit the Throne seat, from both areas in need! Messy, remarkably slapdash and embarrassing, the mess I had to clean up afterwards!  I felt so unclean and decided that although it was so late, I had to get 4Thu03amyself under the shower.

I shaved and did the teggies, then got under the hot spraying water, and used the carbolic soap! Scrubbing brush and sponge were well-used, too!

The fluid retention didn’t look any worse than yesterday, then again, no better. Hehe! The left wrist where it had hardened the other day, now 4Thu02had a pretty pattern on it. I thought for a moment that it looked like a maggot with a nose and eyes at the far end? Hahaha!

WD 69.0.69 As I was drying myself off, I spotted several of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) lurking about on the dry part of the wet room floor, near to the door! Three live ones and two dead carcases. I grabbed the Sanmex Bug Killer can, and it was empty! Out and to my ‘Repellent Armoury drawer’ to collect another can of killer spray… WD 69.0.69 Tripping over the same slipper again as I did so.

4Thu001 WD 69.0.69 On the way back to the wet room, I saw that I had left the flipping oven on all night. Again! I ran in and turned off the power to the stove.

I gave the wet room a good spray with the Sanmex, then did the hallway as well. I got myself dressed, and off to investigate if any damage had been done in the oven. All looked dirty and stained inside. Clobberwockers!

At least it was warm in the kitchen. Hehehe! I calmed down a bit then and pondered on why the Weevils had returned; then realised with all my self-pitying and dizzy-spells yesterday, I had not sprayed the bug killer anywhere at all. Klutz!

I tidied up a bit in the front room and got the slippers on.

Ah, the Asda (Walmart) delivery is due this morning twixt 06:00 > 07:00hrs. I know I had a delivery on Tuesday from them, but with my not daring to risk going out while I’m in the Furosemide, and the possibility of losing the bus service, I got some stuff in. But, of course, there is a delivery charge and minimum buy! So, this is not going to help me lower my ridiculously large stock of fodder in the cupboards.

I got the Health Checks done, with the sphygmomanometer working on the first try.

4Thu01

4Thu001aEven the new thermometer worked the first time and quickly for me!

The BP confused me a little. The sys was higher, but the Dia was lower (almost poetical that, Haha!). The temperature was the highest ever I think, but as Tim Price told me, this is no problem, as for some reason it has been too low for a long time now until I started using the new ear-hole thermometer.

Took the medications. And set about updating, finalising and posting off the Wednesday Woes diary to WordPress.Then made a start on this blog. Between a few close-call LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees) One, which I was forced to take in the emergency bucket, to avoid a leaking torrent!

I got some chips in the oven to have with a mini-pork pie for breakfast.

4Thu06aI went on the WP reader and comments while I waited for the chips to cook.

Got the nosh served up, I can’t believe I’m eating breakfasts after so many years. But the fear installed in me, by Sister Janet and Scharführeress Nurse Ann demanding and commanding me to eat brekkies, soon broke my resistance! Hehehe! I think my telling her of the Furosemide problem, caused her to need a wee-wee herself. Haha! She had to shoot off, so only a few seconds of conversation, nice of her to ring.

4Thu06I had a look out of the unwanted kitchen windows, with the extra glass to clean that I cannot reach to clean, the light and view-blocking view and that I have to take photographs out of, blind because I have to hang out of the window to get over the ridiculously wide ledge… what was I saying?… Oh yes! I got the camera back inside and checked on the viewer whether the Asda delivery had arrived or not yet. It hadn’t.

WD 69.0.69 So, I got the computer on to update wicked Wednesday Inchcock Today.

4Thu07

I had my now seemingly regular second visit to the Porcelain Throne, a decent one this time, not too messy, and leaving the wet room as I heard my mobile ringing… Mobile? At this time in the morning? It was the Asda, delivery lady. She wanted me to go down to l4Thu05et her in. Had the communication which they usually contact me to be let in, panel broken down. With the landline not being connected, I could not press her in – so I went down to let her in?

WD 69.0.69 I took the walking stick with me cause of the legs. She got in, and I forgot to ask if she’d tried the phone in the foyer entrance. The poor think late a bit late, and it showed in her face an actions. To help her out, I suggested she just put the good in the lift with me, and she could get off then. She did! I went up in the elevator with the bags and loose bottles etc. and made a few trips from the lift doors to the flat door and got the stuff inside and put away. To make up the minimum order with me not being able to get out yet, I’d ordered things like spring water, kitchen towels and bleach that I did not need, but could use later. The freezer had to have little re-jiggling to get the mousse, chips, lamb burgers and iced orange suckers in. Tsk! I got an Asda (Walmart) store-baked Sourdough Baguette. When I picked it up from the bag and felt the weight and solid touch to it, I got a feeling I would not take to this cement and flour bread. Huh! I’ll just make a couple of turkey sarnies, some sauce of some sort, gherkins I have in to use, but I forgot to get any tomatoes.

Went on CorelDraw to do some TFZer Graphics, not done any for a while, all the weariness and falling asleep doesn’t help. 

WD 69.0.69 No graphics not done yet, Sister Jane called, told me not to buy anything too much in, food-wise, it was a bad connection again, but she did point out that I had got her Birthday wrong still this year, as I did last year, you’d think that after 89 years, I could get it right. Hahaha! Sorry Jane, only joking! Oh, and I must do something else.. but while I was typing in the previous words, I forgot what it was! Oy Vey!

Tried to get some pictures made up again on CorelDraw. (Failed)

WD 69.0.69 Oh, dearie me, I’ll have to give up concentrating, Dizzy Dennis is back with a vengeance. Although the Furosemides (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees) are less frequent and I think, not so forceful. (Later, especially in the morning, boy did they start again!) Mind you, I have to take the Furosemide in an hour or so, I can expect the tsunami any time after that to begin again. Big mouth me! Just typed this in, and had to shoot off for another Furosemide imposed LHBLWW!

Been up for 14-hours now. The weariness is creeping in.

5fri001So drained again now, I made three sarnies of buttered Sourdough bread with pork loin.

WD 69.0.69 Tough would be the first word to describe my biting into the Asda (Walmart) Sourdough Baguette!

In fact, I loosened two teeth in the process!

As for the taste, cardboard!

I planned the viewing for the goggle-box. Two episodes of the A-Team, then a Police documentary, followed by a 40 stone life programme. I didn’t get half-way through the first A-Team before I nodded off. Tsk!

I hope for a better Furisemide… er… Friday. Hehehe!

Rambling deep thoughts from Inchcock: In pathetic rhyme

Unfortunately, old Inchcock had one of his self-pitying moods this morning.

When he found he had new boils, acne and the Furosimide induced Wee-Wees were mega-active, with the tsnunami-like splashbacks being unavoidable!

Then he checked his fluid-filled containers he calls legs…

5fri004

Ah, that’s new boils on his back, bum and now new growths on his knees, as well as some more blood papsules showing on the pins!

These could be just a few reasons for his sad Thoughts Ode today? Hehehe!

jan04 2019

Created spontaniously from the mind of Nottingham City Homes Pensioner; in a moment of insanity and a blood of Furosemide induced Wee-weeing!