Inchcocksi – Thursday 9th April 2020: Hectic

April 09

2020 ttttApr09

Thursday 9th April 2020

Welsh: Dydd Iau 9fed Ebrill 2020

0000 April 09 LindaMary

GM07RWD 0.0.128A wd 0.0.128 04:00hrs (The latest getting up time for months): I stirred and waited for the brain to catch me up. Which it failed to do in time apparently. Cause as I began to manipulate my grossly overweight-stomached body from the recliner, ‘Thud-thud’, I ended up on my knees! Fell off of the c1968, rickety recliner, knocking the swivel chair over to the cabinet as I did so. Which sent the nibble pots off of the arm and rolling all over the floor. The knees were stinging, caught my head against the other chair arm as I twisted in a vain effort to stop myself going down, and a few selected naughty words were silently muttered! (I hope they were silent, anyway) I crawled on all fours to gather the nibble-pots, the yoghourt coated cashew nuts thankfully, didn’t burst open! Phew!

I tackled the job of struggling to get back up, in an almost nonchalantly, blasé, laid-back manner, and I was seated back in the recliner again within a minute or two! Yes, I know, it surprised and shook me too!) I stayed there to receive a brain-storm for a few moments. Not the usual self-recrimination, hatred, and confusion this time. I merely accepted the incident, felt thankful that it was not worse, and got the taste for a mug of tea! (Honestly!)

4Thu01When I got in the kitchen, I spotted the moon was out again. But, being so much later than yesterday, it was more distant and further to my left.

I tried my best to get the lights below in the shot I took. I took me about five efforts, this was the only decent one out of them all!

I found a certain degree of, well, almost confidence creeping in this morning as I made the brew. I was singing to myself and whistling in between? I’d coped with the earlier Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpas with no bother. I was feeling upbeat, and this worried me a tad!

My EQ told me that things were going to get hectic. No reasons or outcomes. Just things were going to get frantic, and soon! A shudder went through my body, and I foolishly ignored this warning and carried on singing to myself, as I took the medications, and took the tea with me to the computer. I did feel what must have been close to contentment and relaxed with it! This is not natural for me!

4Thu05My first job was to make up the template for today’s blog, which took a long time. Thanks to Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters going off and on-line at will. Got it done, and checked online for the virus figures. Not very good.

Then looked at the Emails, and sure enough, an Iceland order was arriving today, twixt 15>1700hrs!

I decided to get the ablutions done next, as with my getting to a semi-live state, so late, it was now gone eight! (No charge for the poetry. Hehe!). I put a long-sleeved t-shirt and pair of socks to soak while I got the shave and stand-up wash. Off to the wet room.

4Thu03WD 0.0.128A As I got in the doorway, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, it couldn’t have come at a better time! But it was again a start-stop operation.

Which let me have another go at the crossword puzzle solving. I got a few as well! 

WD 0.0.128A When things started moving again, just like yesterday, it was ‘Klunk’ and all over and done with. Apart from the cleaning up, of course. No medicating, not with me about to have the stand-up wash and shave. The doing of the teeth, ave just one dropsy, the toothpaste. No cut gums this morning. The shaving was a little more accident-prone, though. Dropsies included: Shaving foam can (2), razors (6), and the after-shave bottle that I was using to stop the (3) cuts bleeding. However, no toe stubbings, and the sock-glide, I laughed at! (I didn’t put any socks on, Hehehe!) Most of the dropsies were caused me Nicodemus’s failing nerve ends.

Medicated the areas in need, olive-oiled the ear holes, Saccades sprayed the eyes, got the Brute and deodorant applied. One blessing here was that Little Inchies fungal lesion had only bled a tiny bit. Ah, nice!

4Thu04But I still felt in a perky mood! I dried off and got dressed, all bar the socks, and went to get the handwashing done, wrung and hung. For some reason, the ones I did yesterday still needed more drying time?

WD 0.0.128A You can see in this photograph, the diamond strengthed leakage from the air-vent, that the Nottingham City Homes maintenance man left me with on the wall years ago now. And it ran down and hardened all over the electrical socket! It still pees me off when I see it every day.

4Thu15I got the black bags sorted, replaced the bags in the waste-baskets (4), and took the full ones to the waste chute.

I spotted the new to me, but it would be, my not having been out for so long, a sign asking for only one person in the lift cage at any time.

When I returned to the apartment, I thought I make another brew, and try to drink it this time. I took another Co-codamol that a mystery resident had so kindly given me, to counter the toothache I felt coming on again.

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4Thu16There are plenty of aircraft/jets out today. How do they keep to social-spacing in them, then?

Back to the computer, I’ll get the thing started eventually, Humph!

WD 0.0.128A ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ rang out again. Looks like my EQ was right, doesn’t it?

It was Riechsfhúreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana. She was handing out Easter Eggs from the Nottingham City Homes, for everyone. Bless em!

4Thu19dWD 0.0.128A I got back to the computer, and sat a moment, wondering if using it would bring another interruption. Just as the now even more familiar, ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ rang out again. It was caretaker Robert, with a big bottle of milk and a loaf of bread for me! I thanked him muchly for the loaf and explained that I have plenty of milk in at the moment. Slipped him a G & T in thanks.

WD 0.0.128A Back to the computer, I typed maybe five words, and the landline flashed and rang-out! It was a chap, this time from the Ingeus Diabetic course runners. He went through all what the lady did yesterday. Nothing really sank in, the line was that bad and with my hearing, Tsk!

WD 0.0.128A At last, I made a start on this blog. For about five minutes, and the landline flashed again!!! It was the man from Direct Help. I explained that is was a fortnight ago when I spoke with the lady, and things have improved since. As I have got through for an Iceland order delivered since! With the help of Jenny, I have some stuff arriving Sunday, I think, that will hopefully fill the fridge and freezer up. So there is no requirement for help now, there was three weeks ago, but no one called as expected. So, I should be fine for a while. I told him of my five-week wait for the Morrison order, that’s due a week on Sunday! He told me to ring him back in a fortnight if I needed any help with shopping then. I asked him for the telephone number. He seemed surprised that I didn’t have it on my phone. He gave it to me, anyway.

4Thu19EWD 0.0.128A On the computer, once more. And the intercom flashed! It was the Iceland delivery that I can’t remember ordering!

WD 0.0.128A Now, my friendly, warm, upbeat mood was changing.

WD 0.0.128A I got yesterday’s blog sent off, and made yet another attempt as doing this update. Guess what? The landline lit up and sounded again!

It was the cat-walk model and Warden Oberstgruppenfhúreress Deana. She had some questions that needed answering for Nottingham City Homes. I don’t know how the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) are managing with all the extra duties and hassle they have to put up with, Bless em all! I got myself very confused, and being so tired again, things weren’t sinking in, well they were, but not staying in the memory bank!

WD 0.0.128A I got back to the computing, and the dreaded, feared, damp, and warm sensation spreading about in the lower regions was sensed! Botherations and blasticulisations! Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding! So, off to the wet room again, for cleaning and medicationalising.4Thu14

The task was more manageable and less painful than I expected, for it had not dried on, much less hassle! I had a wash afterwards and noticed that the old ankle scar looked like it wanted to return again. (Dangwangling, Dangwangles!)

I gave the hands another really weep clean. So much so, the yare getting all wrinkly again. Tsk!

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And, how can I get some more carbolic soap? It was hard enough to get before the lock-down and self-imprisonment! (Gribbledockends!)

I went to make a brew, and I noticed a man and his dog down on the bottom field. It was different, and funny this time!

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The man threw something, a ball I imagine, but this dog was not having it at all! The hound plopped itself down on the grass, with no intention of moving! Hahaha! The chap could not get the animal to move at all. He got his mobile out and made a call. I wondered if he was walking the dog for someone, and calling for advice? A few possible funny scenarios went through my head.

WD 0.0.128A Then, ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ rang out from the door, again. Unbelievable! It was a delivery man, I didn’t see him of course. But there was mail been delivered, and a box on the floor.

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The reading of a letter, pretend signed, by Boris, while the poor bloke is suffering in the intensive-care ward, was a strange thing. To me, anyway. Good and bad news from the blood results. Good, in that with it being Bank Holiday, they always leave the next test for longer. This time, it is not until the 21st of April. Which means, my Blood Vampire Angels will not be seen until then! Sob, Ululations, & Woe is me!

Finally, I got this post done as far as here. It only took me fourteen hours, as well. Humph!

At last, I got the Iceland order looked at properly. Their offer of two boxes of Gold corn flakes at £1 off for two, I had apparently taken advantage off. I vaguely recall thinking that if Jenny didn’t want them, she would know of someone who would, Nora perhaps? I gathered the things and bagged them, then called Jenny, to tell her I would drop the bag off at her apartment, in a few minutes. Which I did. It felt odd, after such a long time, to use the lift again, almost scary! Haha! If Jenny does not want anything in the bag at all, it won’t matter, cause I know she’ll soon have some worthy person to give the milk, Cereals etc. to, who deserves a bit of help.

4Thu19gBack up to my flat, didn’t anyone out in the building at all going either way. It felt so eerie, and reminded me of my recurrent dream of being chased and shot at in a crumbling building, by gangs of unpleasant persons.

I took a picture of a panorama shot of the scene 4Thu19foutside.

A man and his dog, sensibly kept their distance from the two young girls in the bottom field, as it looked like they were asking for directions.

I’m feeling weary now, but the toothache is no worse, the coughing has eased, and my mood was getting back to a good one.

Fodder decision time now. I chose to have bacon sarnies. Mainly to use some of the crap, watery, tasteless bacon I’d got! Tsk! I might have a tin of tomatoes with it instead, then use the bread to dunk with. Or something else? Hahaha!

I’ll be back in the morning to finish this blog off, I hope.

I’m back!

4Thu24I ended up making Halloumi cheese sticks and bacon in the same oven tray. I made up bacon sandwiches, caramelised chutney, an apple and some lemon Vienna cakes. And a can of the delightfully tangy Clementine juice.

The halloumi was okay, and the bacon was much better than yesterday’s offering. This is because I took Tim Price’s advice and poured the hickory over the bacon as it cooked, and as a result, it tasted a lot better. Flavour rating: 7/10.

WD 0.0.128A I didn’t even get to do the washing up, I fell asleep with the tray on my knee. I woke hours later, with the tray on the floor and my humungous body half out of the recliner.

I thought about picking up the dish, plate and crumbs… Zzzz!

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

April 08

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Wednesday 8th April 2020

Esperanto: Merkredon 8 Aprilon 2020

0000 April 08 Sandy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could get depressed, you know! Grubbulisations!

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

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

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

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

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

3Wed04I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inchcockski – Sunday 5th April 2020: Deterioration of hopes and faith, with black moods appearing. Huh!

April 05

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Sunday 5th April 2020

Corsican: Dumenica 5 Aprile 2020

0000 April 05 Suzie

GM002WD 80.0.0 03:10hrs: A late awakening (for me), again. My mood was made up of, self-contempt, depression and acute dysphoria. The mind-storms began, just what I didn’t want. They only made me sink further into the dark abyss.

I reluctantly dismounted the rickety recliner, and as the emergency grey wee-wee bucket had not been utilised overnight, I limped off carefully, stick-assisted on my way to the wet room for a wee-wee.

I knew then, not that I didn’t already, that the day was not going to be a good one. As my EQ had also informed me. So this actually helped me in a way, cause if it is to be a hassling day, then there is nothing I can do about it, so the pressure lowered as I got in the room. This didn’t last long!

WD 80.0.0aC I had left the wall heater on overnight!

WD 80.0.0 Not only that, but the hot water tap was dripping in the sink. I’d not turned it off completely, and the hot water was not hot any more! Although full of self-loathing, and more than a little pissed-off with myself, it could have been worse, I thought I handled this with a degree of, what’s the word? Erm… calmness, no that’s not it. Perhaps self-control would be a better adjectival. (I’m not sure that’s right either. Tsk!)

The mind toyed and played away with itself and me while I took the wee-wee. I had plenty of time to peruse ideas, plans, dejections etc., cause the leak turned out to be an MMES (Marathon-Messy-Endless-Sprinkling) one. I cleaned up, Little Inchies fungal lesion needed attention.

7Sun01Washed and exited to the kitchen. Taking a picture as I went through the door, that I thought might come out alright and of interest. (It didn’t! But that was no surprise, to me)

An expectancy of failures and fearfulness began to develop in my mind. But not worryingly. Just a certain knowledge that these things are on the way to visit me. No doubt in my mind at all. (Secretly, I hoped I was wrong!)

I set about updating the Saturday post, but it was slow going, thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters gong down so often. Again this and any other calamity could happen today. I’ll look and sound a right fool if nothing goes wrong, Hahaha!

I took a break and went to take the medications and make a brew. Olive-oiled the ear-holes. I also took an extra pain killer as the toothache seemed to be threatening to kick-off again. The damn ‘Hum’ started getting so load, it pee’d me off!

7Sun02While I was in there, I took another shot of the moon. In fact, I took several, but they all came out terrible and blurred, this is the only half-decent one on the right, I managed to get.

Back to the computer, but I’m afraid that the concentration went. I found myself looking up 7Sun03the latest news on the Nottinghams Coronavirus progress. It was not good. An otherwise healthy eighteen-year-old had died with it.

I wondered if I should now stop making humorous graphics about the virus?

I farted about and struggled to get the Saturday blog finished and sent off. 7Sun04

Then went to make another brew, and get the mushrooms and leeks in the saucepan. It’s amazing how quickly the canned food is disappearing. The balsamic vinegar, hickory and plain salt stocks are dwindling. Still, I have plenty of tea. Haha! I got the sourdough part-baked baguette out…

WD 80.0.0 Tsk! It was well beyond its use-by date! I think I used the one last week, out of sync. Grumble-Soddit & Blast! Idiot!

I went on Pinterest, WordPress Reader and Facebooking. Then returned to the grind of setting up and beginning this post. The fingers lack of-touch sense, was not easing off. Although I had been told this would happen, I still felt a bit miffed about it. The vagueness was coming as well.

About to go and get Josie’s nosh started, and Sister Jane and Pete rang up. A lot went over my head that we spoke about. They seemed concerned about my money situation. We spoke for a good while, but what else about had gone by the time I got to writing this. And no Doctor I can to now. Oh, dear!

7Sun05I got the things out ready for doing the meal.

A few wee-wees were taken during the computing; all of the same variety.

I went on the Amazon site and ordered some IMG_3836Glengettie tea bags and other stuff, got carried away a bit, but I need all I’ve ordered, cause I can’t get out to the shops who sell them, well, not any shop at all!

Then, to the kitchen again, and got the handwashing done. Only a t-shirt and a pair of socks, so it didn’t take lone, I actually enjoyed doing it. I think the struggling with the keyboard with fingers that don’t recognise what they are doing at the time they are doing it, is getting to me now.

I went down a further notch, emotionally.

7Sun07WD 80.0.0 Off to get the ablutions done. And, I really had to laugh for the first time today! When I was disrobing and taking off the alert wristbands;

  • The Warfarin band snapped and it shot up in the air…
  • I didn’t see where it came down and got a smidge befuddled as to where it went…
  • Then felt it drop from my head, down into the glasses I had on!

WDP 20194BHahahaha! I did feel a clot! This is not a photo of the happening, I put the broken band back as near as I could remember it falling down to, to take this photo.

Well, that definitely perk me up a bit! (Confused me at the same time, Haha!)

WD 80.0.0 When I started ablutionisationing session, the dropsies must have been close to a record number today. As I recall, they were; The toothbrush (2) toothpaste (1), Two blade razor (3), four-blade razer (1), Antiseptic bottle (1), Carbolic soap (5), Saccades spray (1), Savlon cream (1), Daktacort cream (3) and Spectacles (2).

On the bright side, there were no toe stubbings, walking into or knocking anything over, and I made sure the taps, shower, and heater were all off! (But this did not stop me going back to check later, Humph!) 

IMG_3837Got Josie’s nosh done. I put the rest of the potatoes in the oven for me to keep warm and have later, then off the deliver the nosh on the wheeled server.

This time, the gal seemed more with it and said she didn’t expect a meal today. (I wish she’d told me earlier, Hahaha!) However, her face lit up and off she went to masticate to her heart’s content.

I returned to the kitchen and a did a bit of washing up, then got on the computer. I was feeling a little easier in myself now. Nicodemus was less bother, so I pressed on with updating this post while things were working properly (Not referring to the brain or memory of course) Humph!

I checked emails to see if Amazon had any time guides for me. I could barely recall ordering all this stuff! I must have meant to, cause I needed everything on the order. It looks like they are all coming on the 14-15th, April, so that’s good, I’ll need teabags and milk by then.

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I was feeling all so pleased with myself, smug almost… 

7Sun11I had a search for the Golden Volunteers suggested Thompson Bros. shop to use for online delivered fodder.

It was in Sherwood, on Haydn Road. But as you can see, orders had been temporarily suspended.

As I mentioned earlier, will owt ever go right for me?

7Sun12WD 80.0.0 Then, I began to smell the aroma of the well-burnt cheesy potatoes, that I’d forgotten about in the oven!

I salvaged what I could of it. Not a total loss, though. I think about a third of it was edible. Tasty, too!

Did the washing up, and down in the recliner, but yet again, Mrpheous was resistant to my needs.

 

 

Inchcock Today – Saturday 4th April 2020: Patheticalness reigned! Tsk!

 

April 04

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Saturday 4th April 2020

Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 4mh Giblean 2020

0000 April 04 Marie

GM06 L01:30hrs: The Saccades-Sandra affected eyes opened, the body teased and tested for signs of which other ailments might be bothersome this morning, and I awaited the brain to join me. It slowly engaged gear, and the Thought Storm that came with it, had me fretting, worrying and trying to make sense of the emotions, mainly taciturnity, self-hate and criticisms. Then, I had a few moments of uhtceare fretting, over just about everything that it was possible to vex about. They were soon lost to the ether, as the sudden urgent need for a wee-wee joined in the mind-confusion. 

WDP 10R03RWD 255.0.255 I struggled and grappled my way free of the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken-down, rickety recliner, and up onto my plates-of-meat. So quickly, I caught my balance, then limped to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). There I stood, without the stick, thinking things were about to burst forth… but no! Things were resistant to flow! Had I been nearer the bookshelves, I think I could have read War and Peace all the way through, before anything activity in the wee-wee stakes had started!

If Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis or Shoulder-Shaking-Sandra had attacked at this time, I could have been in a right mess! One hand against the wall, the other holding the bucket, imagine the pickle I would have been in if an involuntary right-leg Schuhplattler Dance routine had come on!

WDP 10R02LWD 255.0.255 As for the actual wee-weeing, after waiting so long for some sort of activity, it was of the discomforting WUP (Weak-Unwilling-Painful) mode. By the time it had decided to stop dripping, I was almost ready to get back down in the recliner for a rest, to recover! Hehehe! This did nothing to encourage me to get going.

 Still, things had to be done. I hope I explain this bit clearly, cause my silly actions even made me smile.

WDP 2aWD 255.0.255 I got the four-prong walking stick and decided to get the emergency bucket cleaned and refreshed, straight away. I went to the wet room to carry out this task – and realised I had not taken the bucket with me. Back to the front room, and picked up the bucket, but had a Nicodemus Neurotransmitters failure, so waited a few moments for it to die down before trying to carry the bucket, for apparent reasons. I carefully turned on the computer while waiting, which convinced me that the nerve-ends were working again, so back to the wet room… Huh! I’d left the bucket behind still! I’d actually taken the waste bin back with me! Oofta! What a meshugener, I am!

6Sat05I got it right on the third attempt. Tsk! Then, in between several more slow hurtful WUP wee-wees, I took my medications, made a brew, and took some pictures of the moon smiling at me, from the dark sky.

Next, back to the computer. Where I had to create a template for this blog first and then started updating yesterday’s post.

By gad, that cost me a lot of time, several hours. Five wee-wees, that have now transubstantiated into an SSD (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling) style. At least the pain had dissipated.

Then off to the Porcelain Throne. The easiest and least painful for weeks it was! Bleeding yes, but the main concern was having to tip jug after jug of water down after flushing, as the system was not coping with it.

I returned to the computer, with a new mug of Morrison’s Extra Strong Assam tea, made en route. I put some bits on Pinterest. Then a long time on the TFZer Facebooking page. The WordPress Reader was caught up with.

I put the washing to soak in the bowl. Then it was time for the ablution battle. (Well, the sock-glide battle) For today, with having (prospectively anyway), some visitors from the Golden Volunteers calling, and if they do call, I wanted to look half-decent for them. Who knows, there might be a lady who falls for me, and desires my… Steady Inchcock! You’re losing it again!

I put the computer in sleep-mode, gathered the items and clothing needed, and off to the wetroom.

I’m back, and you might not believe it, but the ablutions dropsies count, was two! Amazing! Nothing walked into or banged, no shelves cleared. Extraordinary! No Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, or Shoulder-Shuddering -Shirley. Phenomenal!

WDP3eLWD 255.0.255 Sadly, the same cannot be said of the parlous, fraught with danger, high-risk, terrorising, suicidal, blood-covered, finger-bruising. black-spot, blood-blister giving, losing confrontation with Sock-Glide! Eventually, I got the first sock on. But, I was so battered, I had to give up, and tried putting on the right sock in the traditional way… Huh!

WDP 02lbWD 255.0.255A Over I went, and now I have a twisted right patella and a new bruise on the left elbow. To make things really teeth-grinding and extra-vexing, I had to do battle with the Sock-Glide again! This time, I got the second sock on! Cleaned up and medicated the injuries. Applied the pile cream, oiled the ear-holes, cream Little Inchies lesion, and got the PPs on, and used the sprays to freshen up. I left the wet room with a tick in my eye, and a nervous twitch on my lips!

And I was so proud of getting the ablutions done with so few Accifauxpas and dropsies, too! If by chance, the Golden Volunteers do not call today, and I’ve gone through all this for no reason, I might cry!

6Sat05aBlack bags (8) taken to the waste chute. I got in a fumble getting into the chute room with all the bags and stick, but did it injury-free!

Back to the flat, and got the handwashing done, wrung and hung. Only the jammie-bottoms, I did the shirt last night.

WD 255.0.255 I went to get this post updated. But the picture gallery would not open for me? Woe is me! Alas, alack, and Sigh! If it was Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet going slow or down again, or the impossible unfunctional WordPress playing up, I don’t know, but I was pee’d off with it! I had to give up and I tried to get some urgently needed graphics done on CorelDraw. But the computer was very slow, and I had to give up.

I got the mushrooms in the saucepan. Put a can (in date) of cheapo Asda chilli-con-carne and the last of the Piccalo tomatoes in there, too. The hickory is almost gone, so I just added a drop, and a can of tomato puree, that Jenny had kindly given me. I washed the crock-pot and did some imitation cleaning of the kitchen for a while, then as I was going to check on the saucepan of chilli, the landline rang.

My hearing ion this connection was not good, but I think I caught the drift alright. It was a volunteer Golden lady, about the help. I told her the prescriptions were sorted by Deana. Also, I would manage over the weekend with the nosh Jenny has got for me and explained that I still need money so I can pay the lady for her help. She suggested that I call 0155 960 209 Thompson Bro. store, not cheap, and limited choice, but they can deliver. I explained about my hearing problem, she knew that, by the number of times I had to ask her to repeat things, I reckon, bless her. She asked if anyone can phone for me, but a negative answer had to be given. She said she’ll ring them, to ask if they can take my card because I’m broke for cash. I told her of my owing money for the first time as I can remember, and asked if she had any ideas. She’ll ring back. I thanked her, and then…

WDPrightWD 255.0.255 Then a touch of panic hit me… Argh! the saucepan! I hastened to the kitchen, honestly expecting the worst, but all was okay! I’d not turned the stove on at the plug! That got me going for a few moments, I can tell yer!

Take your choice, am I a dimwit, fool, idiot, blunder-brain or plain pillock? No, don’t answer that! Tsk!

The kind lady rang back, she could not get through to the shop. She confirmed that I would be alright until Monday, when someone else will ring me, regarding a possible food parcel being arranged, and shopping advice. I think that was it anyway. Stuttering Stephanie paid a visit for both calls on the phone! So, I had made the shopping list as commanded to, but it was redundant. I did make her laugh though when I told her I was getting withdrawal symptoms for my smoked bacon! Hehehe!

I’m more confused than ever now, and poor Jenny is out of pocket for helping me out!

I put the computer back on to record these facts while I thought about it with a modicum of certainty. Well, a minimal degree of certainty.

Tired and well on the way to going brain-dead now. I’ll get the nosh done.I checked the saucepan and thought the contents needed a little longer, as the mushrooms were not fully cooked.

I spotted another tellurian and his dog down on the bottom field outside. I took two snaps of them, well five or six really, but only these below were any good to use.

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Cheered me a little, just watching them. Especially the dog’s resistance to letting go of the ball. Haha!

6Sat12I got the meal sorted out. It looked a little threadbare compared to how one would usually look for me. No fresh orange juice, no lemon yoghourt or mousse, Tsk! Still, I mustn’t complain, bet there are lots of folks worse off than I am. The mushrooms I would not have had was it not for Jenny’s help. The can of chilli-con-carne, and last of the tasty Piccolo tomatoes, all seasoned with, balsamic vinegar (¼ of a bottle left), Light Soy sauce (half a bottle left), and some beef gravy powder (Two tins and a bit, left), tasted more than fine top me. I had the last three slices of bread thins with it. I’ve got a sourdough part-baked baguette for tomorrow, so no problems there.

I think we have been spoilt, with all the choices we have available, normally or as we used to have, I should say.

I ate it all up, taste-rating of 6/10 granted. Haha! Got the things washed-up. The crock-pot and saucepan were difficult to get cleaned for some reason?

Then I went again, to check to see if the ear-wax remover parts had been left on the lobby outside the door. Nope! However, a two-sided A4 letter had been put through the door.

6Sat11

WDP 13LSad, how I’ve ended up. Even making sense of these guidelines had me a tad confused. To think. I used to manage Tesco and Co-op stores all those years ago. Piteous, it is. Hoggledruids! 

I reflected on an error while typing earlier, I typed crack-pot by mistake for crock-pot. Mmm? It seemed to fit the bill, betterer!

The damned Thought-Storms started after I got down in the £300, second-hand, uncomfortable, best-its-best, c1968 rickety recliner. My emotions were in turmoil. Self-critical and hating, loathsome fears and concerns and a total lack of confidence stirred in and out of the brain-box for ages. My owing money weighed heavily on my mind.

TTFN folks, sorry it’s been a bit gloomy.

Inchcocksi – Wednesday 1st April 2020: I questioned my own sagacity today!

April 02

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I’d just put this graphic on, and the Vampire Angel arrived! Tsk!

Wednesday 1st April 2020

Greek: Τετάρτη 1 Απριλίου 2020

0000 April 01 Lillie

GM brownR.02:10ish hrs: I woke-up, passed wind from the rear-end. Then struggled to get out of the chair. 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. The £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working – but not today, uncomfortable, rickety, ready-for-recycling, rinky-dinked, rattling, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away rusty recliner.

I clambered free of the seat, with a sense of urgency, and waggled, with bottom-cheeks clenched as best I could, to the wet room, with the middle right toe still aching from last nights stubbing! But it was a cunning false alarm! I sensed there was product in there, but it wasn’t having any effect on my efforts at encouraging any movement. So, I had a wash and wiped the contact points, and made for the kitchen. Took the medications, made a brew, and back to the computer room.

WD 0.0.0. Where I noticed I had not cleaned up the area around where I knocked stuff over last night in my rushes to get to answer the phone. So a little clean up was performed, not a proper one, cause it was far too early to use the noisy hoover yet, and being as I didn’t have a quiet one, I didn’t. Hehe!

3Wed01WD 0.0.0. I kept on getting irritation on the arm when I caught it against anything, so had decker at it. A damned pretty artistic bruise had developed. (Clopidogrel or and Accifauxpas?) I thought that this should go with the leg photographs to the Tate gallery!

WD 0.0.0. I got straight on with the WordPress updating on Tuesday’s post. I went to make another brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and when I put the teabag into the wast liner, I got a tiny little cut near the right-hand little fingernail. Which was no bother at all, cause I didn’t feel it? Thus, I knew that Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter nerves were starting to go on strike, so I took care in which hand to use for which tasks I needed to do – Clever that! Must experience be learnt by?

3Wed02WD 0.0.0. I had a nosey in the black bag to see what it was I’d nicked myself on, and found it was the lid of the can of Polish meat I’d had and enjoyed so much last teatime. And, oh, dear, I saw the sell-by date on it: The 15th of December – 2016! I did have a look yesterday I think, but must have seen the 15.12, and assumed it was this year? Feel a right Klutz, now! I’m hoping my innards will not be affected? Oh, dear, oh, dear! The meat tasted lovely as well!

Back to the updating. It got harder work, as Nicodemus’s nerve ends kept going AWOL, and so many errors were made. But I got it finished around 05:45hrs.

Then put a few piccies on Pinterest, sent out the Emails, and later on the TFZer Facebooking. It was a struggle, though. I’m not sure if it was Virgin Meda or FAcebook at fault. But things were very variably stuttery and slow. I added some photographs to my albums. It took me as long as it did to update the blog in the first place!

WDP Dec 26a (1)WD 0.0.0. As I was finishing the job, another urgent summing to the Porcelain Throne arrived, in the form of borborygmic gurgling. Experience told me not to ignore it, and off I went to the wet room. “Argh!”, it was a painful, needing encouragement from me, evacuation. Messy, some indeterministic bleeding too. But at least not from Little Inchies fungal lesion. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were not happy, and the stinging began! So, the cleaning up and medicationalisticalisationing was carried out.

I carried with this post up to here. Then went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and while the kettle was boiling, I took some shot of the morning view, three from the balcony, and the last one from the unwanted, wet-letting-in, disliked, thick-framed, light & view-blocking new kitchen window, with the Canon camera. I might be the lighting available, but I was pretty pleased with the resulting photos.

3Wed07

It looks so quaint – but I assure you, it ain’t!

All the parked cars of the self-isolators, enforced isolators (like wot I am!), sent home workers etc. was a sad reminder of what we’re all going through. And not a single person spotted in any of the snaps, as far I could see, anyway.

I phoned Sister Jane and her Pete. But, I got a message telling me the call has been put on hold?II tried to ring her back. Got another message saying an ‘active call,’ is preventing the connection. Got her next try, and ‘Sod’s Law’, or ‘Gerry’s luck’, while she was talking and telling me off, the dreaded wet and warm feeling from down below appeared – I asked her to wait for a second, had a look and found the white PP’s were mostly red – the blood was flowing from Little Inchies fungal lesion! I explained and shot off to the wet room.

More toilet roll was used in cleaning things up. Washed the area, and a few Argh’s and Ouches were muttered as I was medicating things. Humph!

Made the brew, and got on CorelDraw to do some graphics for another template.

The usual weariness and fatigue dawned early in the day again.

3Wed34Got the oven on and nosh started. A chance to use up some dated items from the freezer. The fish fingers in breadcrumbs, substituted for battered ones by Iceland. Not very tasty, I think they may have been made with pond sticklebacks? The well-out-of-date Twiglets, the donated by a resident for me tomatoes were grand. The Halloumi sticks passable, and the beetroot, perfect! Overall, a Taste-Rating of 5/10.

I went to do the washing up, and the landline lit and rang. It was my Angel Jenny, to tell me that the food she had added to her Sainsbury order was coming via Frank to be delivered to me. So kind of her to help me like this.

WD 0.0.0. Especially as I can’t pay her back until I can work out a way of getting some cash from the ATM or somehow.

Minutes later, the doorbell chimed. I got to open it, and two carrier bags had been left outside by Frank. I was picking them up, and Frank’s voice said something to me, I couldn’t tell what he was saying, but thanked him.

3Wed30As expected, Sainsbury’s were out of stock of some things, some substituted. The caramelised biscuits with Caramel wafers, but at least I can hand them back for Jenny to use, or share later with the Wednesday gang when, if,  it ever gets back online. No bread or cobs substituted. As to be expected, in the current climate.

It is lovely that Jenny is helping, but I will not bother her again, until I can find a way to pay what I owe her, including the £25+ for this order. Bless her kind cotton socks. She helps so many people. I’ll manage somehow.

3Wed35I put the things away, and spotted another tin in the tea cupboard! Of Pork Knuckle, Great! And, it’s still in date, only just, but still. Hehe!

I’ll have a beef cook-in-the-bag in onion gravy tomorrow. Now I have some leeks and parsnips to add to it, thanks to Jenny & Frank.

WD 0.0.0. I got settled down, in hopes of getting some sleep, but the mind was buzzing with problems and not letting me relax. Eventually, much later, I did nod-off… And the landline rang and flashed! It was a lady asking for Angela and Frank. I explained this was the wrong number, but I did not know the telephone digits of Angela and Frank, who live on the top floor. The poor lady sounded so disappointed.

WDP sleepLWD 0.0.0. Back down on the £300 second-hand, not-working, uncomfortable rickety recliner, in search of sweet morpheous, which was in no hurry to dawn on me. The Thought-Storms started and stayed with me a while. After the half-asleep prognosticating, I felt so confused, low, incapable, and pathetically self-hating.

WDPrightWD 0.0.0. I did get off into the land of nod – but had the oddest of dreams, and it was so lucid afterwards, I wrote down bits I could recall on the pad. I’d died if osteofluorosis, and they would not let me into heavens gates. St Peter (In the dream, Housing Patch Manager, Angela Gould), refused to let me in until I had got a disclaimer from Glengettie… I was returned to life and earth to fetch one, and everyone was dead. Bloody Coronavirus, I cursed! And, walked (I was the same age, but all my ailments had gone?), around the shops to get food, but everything had gone mouldy, and not a tin opener to be found anywhere… Suddenly, I was in New York, the same scenario, all dead… As I walked between the abandoned dead body filled vehicles, a rhinoceros came charging at me, stopped short, and licked my face? This beast knocked me down a drain… After that, it all goes vague.

Might I be losing it?

Inchcock Today – Mon 30 Mar 2020:

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Monday 30th March 2020

Italiano: Lunedì 30 Marzo 2020

000 Mar 30

GM06b

I think?

WD 0.0.0 (1) 00:10hrs: Woke, throne needed, struggled out of the recliner to the wet room. Things went a little easier today, but still messy. Little bleeding. No toe stubbing. But I managed to give the humerus and ulnar nerves a clouting on the corner of the door frame, as I came out of the door. When I temporarily lost control of the walking stick. It was the least I could do. After all, the ailments were being so kind to me this morning! Hehehe!

I was in an anxious mood when I got to the kitchen. I usually am when I get up to find the ailments in a calm mode with me. I know it can’t last, and if they do carry on being placid for a while, there is always an Accifauxpa, calamity or disaster to fill the vacuum. Every time! Hence, my nervosity, jitteriness and disquiet. I’m not being quixotic.

1Mon04I got the kettle on, then decided to get the vegetables prepared, to marinate in the seasoning in the crockpot. I tried to recall the seasoning I used last week. Beef stock, hickory, and Sharwoods black bean sauce. I’ve not many tins of garden peas left now, so I’ll miss them off this time. No mushrooms to use either. Dangwangles!

Parsnips, turnips, onion, carrots and leeks were cut up and added to the sauces and left in the slow-cooker pot to soak in the flavouring for a few hours. I mustn’t forget to turn it on later!

Then the second-summoning to the Throne arrived. No messing about, the rumbling and grumbling from the innard soon turned to involuntary movement taking place!

1Mon04aWD 0.0.0 (1) I got to the toilet with seconds to spare! The intestines were in control of all activity, I played no part at all, well, other than a little pushing to get the last of the product out! Messy again. More bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids too. However, Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding!

A good wash up again, me and the wet room. Antisepticated contact points. Back to the kitchen, I limped, with the bum a bit sorer. Haha!

Took the medications, made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and onto the computer. Got the updating of the Sunday post done, in about three hours. (Smarmy-Mode-Utilised!)

WD 0.0.0 (1) I went on Pinterest and doing this, Saccades-Sandra kicked off. I was almost glad she did. As long as the ailments are satisfied with just the one having a go at me, so am I! But soon got irked, as the eyes were making things difficult for me. I moved onto the TFZer Facebooking. But seeing, reading words was a bind, with Sandra on my case.

I coped better with the WordPress Reading, more prominent lettering on there. Then started this blog off, but didn’t get far… A third summoning to the Porcelain Throne unexpectedly and urgently arrived again!

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The pins looked better, though!

WD 0.0.0 (1) Again, it was a close call, but somehow or other I got there in time! Well, at least it was a different style evacuation this time. Down, Sphplurt!, Done! Worra change! Auto-mode throughout! Over in seconds! No real pain from the movement itself, at all! This pleased me at first. But, the blood flowed with a vengeance! I hope, from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. When I applied the cream, I had a job not to cried out loud! 

WDP 11gRWD 0.0.0 (1) The PPs had to be changed, the rear-end was stinging worse than ever, something awful, and topping it all up, I banged my right elbow against the door edge – Again! I thought about how am I going to get any new supplies of some, any sort of Haemorrhoid cream with the lockdown and isolationing? This was not a good thought! No wonder I’m finding myself to be nigglier, cantankerous, grouchy and prone to gnashing the few teeth I have left, more often, than usual. Tsk!

Back to the computer. A different person. I was getting all het-up again.

But, graphics and templates needed making. But another mug of tea first, and some brekkie methinks. Ah, a Pot Noodle will do, and a few minutes relaxing watching some YouTube while I eat it! Idleness and lack of commitment intruding here methinks?

The pot noodle went down well enough, but the stomach churned a bit afterwards? O pt some Hoisin sauce in with the noodles.

WD 0.0.0 (1) An hour or so into graphicalisationing, I proceeded in an Easterly direction, for yet another Throne visitation! Almost a replica of the last one, but less content. Change of PPs again (Good job I’ve got plenty in hand!), and the bleeding was easier to stop this time. Things are looking up! (Of course, this didn’t last long!) Cleaned again, and back to CorelDrawing.

Another hour passed, and I went to check on the stew, and get the cook in the bag meat on the cook. There is not very much meat in the bag again, but plenty of gravy. I went to make a brew and moved the saucepan so I could get to the kettle easier…

IMG_3761WD 0.0.0 (1a) I caught mt thumb on the bottom of the hot saucepan. Hard to believe that I could do something like that, I know. Hehehe! I put some vaseline on it, and it bubbled!

Back to the graphics.

Jenny phoned, if she can get an order into Sainsbury’s, I should send a list of anything I need on Email. How kind and helpful she is to me! ♥ I made a list and sent it.

Later, I thought I might have been a bit cheeky, in putting so many items on the list. I guiltily sent another Email, apologising. The thought of eating the black tomatoes again, got my taste buds flowing. But, of course, the chances are minimal, with the caring, social hoarders out shopping every day, still. Thanks to Jenny again!

A catalogue came through the door for OAPs to order none foods from. Walkers it was.

The phone rang, I didn’t have the hearing aids in, but realised it was the district phlebotomy nurse, telling me she would be calling in the morning, between 09:00 > 11:00hrs. Aha, a blood test at last! Hope I don’t croak-out overnight and miss it.

Back to the graphicalisationing, and the door chime went. It was Josie returning her meal things. She said she really enjoyed it! That cheered me up somewhat.

CorelDrawing again. Went to check on the overcooked meat and veg.

WD 0.0.0 (1) Back on the computer, and all of these ailments kicked off almost together: Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna.

I gave up on computing and got the dinner prepared. Not that I felt hungry any more, Anne and Donald were making sure of that. Worra life!

Email back from Jenny. She is caring and full of compassionateness!

WD 0.0.0 (1) Got to the kitchen and prepared the meal, making something of a mess of it! Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, which had been better all day, than they have been for months, started affecting all of the right-side of the body. Usually its either the fingers and hands or right leg. Else the arm and shoulder, but this time the lot got a bashing! That’s a first!  Thus, the dropsies were frequent, and I ended up with the green dish broken, and a series of cleaning ups that seemed unending! I persevered and got the stew served up.

1Mon23By which time the appetite had returned, at the smell and sight of the bowlful of stew I’d cooked! The so-called braised beef in onion gravy just may have weighed 3-4 ounces at most! But, this did not fuss me too much, all the more onion gravy in the bag! Along with my (for once) successfully seasoned and cooked vegetables, they created a meal I gave an overall flavour rating of 9/10, too!

I used some of the bread thins that Jenny had got for me, (She got the beef in gravy as well) to wipe the well-emptied dish! The stomach was contented, the problems of the day disappeared as I limped to the kitchen to wash the pots! Ahh!

WD 0.0.0 (1) I spotted the state of my shirt and jammie-bottoms. The meat, being so minuscule, it left more room for the onion gravy. Most of it appeared to be stuck on my t-shirt, pyjamas or cheeks and chin! Hahaha! Nicodemus and Shaking Shoulder-Shirley were the guilty parties in causing this mess, though!

WD 0.0.0 (1) I washed and cleaned up the gravy and onion splattered body, put the shirt and jammie-bottoms in to soak. (This was another Fauxpas; although I didn’t realise until the morning when I found the clothes in the bucket with washing liquid and no water in it!) Sad, isn’t it?

WDP 11fLWhen I did finally get settled to watch some TV, Law & Order episodes, (they usually send me to sleep at the first set of commercials), I got the feeling that the phone or mobile would go off and wake me.

They didn’t, and I lost sleep again, by waiting for them to ring! Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Sun 29 Mar 2020: Mankind is being captious! Just thought I’d mention it, like!

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Sunday 29th March 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sul 29ain Mawrth 2020

000 Mar 29

GM blu01As I stirred into consciousness, the clock and wristwatch told me it was 01:40hrs (Of course, it was actually 02:40hrs, not that I was aware of this at the time). I lay a few minutes gathering my mental thoughts into a mock semblance of understandability and some form of pretend-logicality.

Much to be done computerisation-wise, as per normal. The gurgling and bubbling from the innards, started off as I dismounted the £300, second-hand, uncomfortable, c1968, beige-coloured recliner. Thoughts of how I could get some actual cash, with the ordered isolationing, this was not going to be solved easily.

The rumbling from the stomach area gained momentum, and other things took a back seat, as I grabbed the stick, and made my way to the wet room, ASAP. Where I was well-pleased with the evacuation. Far less messy, less bleeding and not so painful, either! (Are things improving? Am I due some luck at last?

WD 50.50.100 To the kitchen, where I got the kettle on and used the Canon camera to take some shots of the same view in different shooting modes. (I can’t get my head around this machine or even manipulate the settings options on it. So thought I’d give it a go, as the thing hasn’t been used much lately [It’s the one I use for outside shots]) I can’t see many differences in the pictures, apart from the first one, which is a different shape and size.

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7Sun02Made the brew, and got the medicationing sorted out. Olive oiled the ear holes, Saccades Sandra sprayed the eyes, Enoxaparined the stomach, took a few guzzles of the pathetically weak and pointless antacid medicine. Then a swift swig of the dry cough medicine, and took the tablets. I’ll get the pain gels and antiseptic creams on later. Arthur Itis’s knees were treating me very-kindly this morning!

To the computer. I have a touch of ageusia I think, cause the tea tasted so odd to me. Might be the milk? I’ll use the other sterilised bottle on the next brewing; if it’s not out of date yet. Danged Coronavirus! We’re all prescited!

T’was then, as I started to do the updating, that the clock on the computer was found to be an hour in front of all the clocks. And watches, and mobile phone! Der! It’s changing the clocks an hour forward time, innit! This is the first time I had to alter all the timepieces, since the Stroke. Believe me, such a mundane task like this, ain’t easy!

WDP 333WD 50.50.100 It was like unbelievable! Talk about bad luck! But of course, I should be used to it by now!

Saccades Sandra, Shaking Shoulder-Shirley, and Nicodemus’s nerve transmitters, all let me down at the instant I started to try and change the times!

  • I dropped the clock in the wet room and cracked a bit of plastic off of it!
  • The kitchen clock, I pulled off the tiny plastic turner-button; and have yet to find it!
  • The big clock in the front room slipped out of my nerveless hand.
  • I hit my already Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley jerking arm on the bookcase getting it retrieved from the floor!
  • My ancient Nokia 105 mobile, next. I thought about it, and could I remember how to change the date anyway? After a few moments thought, I decided to leave it until the senses returned to working condition.

WD 50.50.100 Fearing how the typing would go with the computer updating, I returned to the desk. Seconds later, the second summoning call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. This did not irk me at all, after the last fairly good session, I approached the wet room with confidence – Fool! I should have known better! What a change! Bloody, massive, painful, messy and frustrating! To add to the farce, Little Inchies fungal lesion had started to pour haemoglobin, as well!

WD 50.50.100 Thus, after cleaning the bodily evacuation mess up, the hurtful task of medicalisation began. Harold’s Haemorrhoids caused a lot of bother and stinging. I suppose with my not getting outside for a walk, and so much sitting down at the computer since the Coronova-Virus enforced-imprisonment, I can only expect this sort of pain. How can I get hold of some more pile-cream? And cash to pay for it with? Damned, Coronova Virus!

WD 50.50.100 The worst pain-wise was the fungal lesion! Gawd it left me stinging and tingling! And where and how do I get some more Daktacort and or Corticosteroid cream from?

WD 50.50.100 And, still, no message about any phlebotomy nurse to take a Warfarin blood test for three weeks? Not that I blame them, they must be in a right pickle for staff nowadays. I’ll just keep making my best guesses at how many Warfarin I take each night. With Little Inchies lesion bleeding so much, I’ll cut down on the Warfarin tonight, just in case I’m too high on Warfarin and that may be the reason for the extra bleeding. Life’s a giggle innit, nowadays?

Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley had eased off a bit. I got the updating finished and sent off. Went on the TFZer Facebooking, then Pinterested some photos.

Then tackled the Nokia phone date changing. Easy-peasy! Vainglorious-Mode-Engaged!

The tip-tapping noise is still being heard. It bothers me in case it might be someone who needs help, but I can’t work out where it’s coming from. Then again, if I could, should I be making social contact, anyway? Life is getting very complicated! I do not have the confidence to cope.

7Sun07WD 50.50.100 I tried to book an Iceland and Morrisons home delivery again. The same result again, all slots were booked up, as earlier in the morning

Ah, well, on to the WordPress Reader section.

Done that, there are some good posts today on there.

Off to get the ablutions tended to, now. Back in a while, I hope!

7Sun01I’m back! And a jolly good session just had in the scrubbing-up stakes. The legs changed shade again. No shaving cuts. Just a few dropsies. At long last, Little Inchies fungal lesion had stopped bleeding, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were painful. And most importantly, there were no toe-stubbings!

Tried ordering again, and no luck!

7Sun11While I got Josie’s nosh ready, I did the handwashing.

A mixed set of results in this enterprise this Sunday. I only did a pair of trousers and the thin dressing gown, mind.

But, a few pickles were gotten into, all the same.

After doing the trews, and hanging them up, I had a look at the fodder situation on the stove and oven… All was looking good.

WD 50.50.100 As I turned to go back to the sink, I saw the trousers slowly slip off of the hangar, and splosh into the water in the pan below! Crabs and Grobblecraps! I’d put them on an old hanger, not one of the new ones that have a slip-proof bar on them! So I rang them out again, and hung them back up, on a new hangar!

Got the nosh sorted out and delivered. When I mentioned it being harder to get food in, Josie looked Gobsmacked, and asked me why? But she was looking well and cheerful today. I think she appreciates the Sunday meals.

Then I returned to handwashing duties. Only the socks and dressing gown to do, I did well I thought, and soon had them all done, wrung and hung.

I hung the gown in the wet room, and was mightily disappointed in how it looked when I saw this photo later! It could be my bad photography skills, but it didn’t look clean at all?

Cleaned the spilt water. Made a couple of more waste bags up. I must remember to take them to the chute in the morning.

An Email from Jenny arrived. She’s a caring woman and has saved the day me earlier in the week. Bless her! ♥

7Sun12I got my vegetarian meal done up and served on the tray. The Leicester red cheese is running low now. I did enjoy the cheesy potatoes, tomatoes, onion, garden peas, new potatoes and, Twiglets!  Yes, I know, Twiglets! They were in the place of meat. Haha! I gave a flavour rating of 7/10 for this effort.

WD 50.50.100 As I stood up with the empty plate and tray to go get them washed, it was as if someone had snapped their fingers, and suddenly I felt terrible! Dizzy Dennis, attacked, and even Back-Pian-Brenda came from nowhere?

I got the pots cleaned, and Dennis was not easing off at all!

I got down in the recliner, and yet again, sleep was resistant to my desires, needs and appeals.

Hey-ho!

Inchcocksi – Saturday 28th March 2020: variation, fluctuation, undulations and incongruity ruled the day!

2020 Mar 28

2020 tttMar28

Saturday 28th March 2020

Tartar: Шимбә 28 март 2020

000 Mar 28

GM Neut02aWD 180.50.0 02:30hrs: I stirred into mock-life, and realised that just about everything attached to my wobbly-overweight stomach, was shaking to varying degrees. Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley was so bad, she was hitting my elbow on the recliner arm! Shaking Shaun had taken a fancy to the head and neck this morning. Worst perhaps, was Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failures were making it so difficult to sense anything hard, and getting up to respond to the urgent call to the Porcelain Throne was not easy! (The bonus, was, that there was no Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing from the right leg)

I imagine that had a video been taken of my perilous hastened-hobble to the wet room, it would have gone viral! Hehehe!

WD 180.50.0A After much faffling-about, I got on my feet, caught my balance, grabbed at the four-pronged walking stick, dropped it, bent down to pick it up and ‘Klunk’ down on my knees I went! Bearing in mind, the imperativeness of my getting to the Throne in time was increasing! Humph! I actually appreciated having the shakes from Nicodemus at the time, because there was hardly any pain at all when Arthur Itis’s patelas hit the floor! That usually come later, when the transmitter nerves start working again. Unnerving getting pains and you can’t see or remember why!

I got in the room, whipped open the dressing gown and down with the PP’s. To my surprise, I had to use a little effort to get the movement started. Things were not so messy this time, and the bleeding from the rear end, a lot less. The recently acquired pungent-pong was still with me, though.

By the time I’d cleaned up and medicated, I realised the shaking had almost gone. Apart from Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, that is. I think she might have been having a go at me in my sleep, cause the joint and scapula were a little sore.

This got me wondering if the Phlebotomy nurse will manage to get here next week to take the Warfarin blood sample. It’s been three or four weeks since it’s been done now. But, with the loathsome Corona Virus pandemic, I’m not holding out much hope.

I got the camera out to photo the legs condition. Why I’m still doing this with no nurses coming to take them, I don’t know.

6Sat01WD 180.50.0 Anyroad, I spotted a sort of rounded-rectangle impressed on my chest, twixt my man-breasts and my portly pot-belly. I was a tad puzzled as to what could have caused this? I took this snap on the right of it, before taking the pins (legs) photograph.

The image-shape positioned just where mechanical ticker lies underneath. But obviously, the marking was made on the skin, outside. I later searched around for anything this shape in the front room where the recliner is, but I found nothing to match it. Unfathomable, but intriguing all the same.

6Sat04The veins in the pins had started to protrude again. The varicose were not too bad, mind. The spider and superficial phlebitis were showing off somewhat. Where I fell on the knees was just starting to sting as I took this picture! Haha!

6Sat03While in there, I did the teggies and had a shave. And very pleased with how it went, considering that Shirley didn’t ever stop shaking, although she kept altering the rate of power. And I only had two tiny cuts after the session! Smug Mode Adopted!

6Sat02To the kitchen, and put some bits in a carrier, to give to Jenny when she comes. As a thank you for helping me out again.

I got the kettle on, then took a snap of the early morning view. Imbibed the medications and made the brew of Glengettie Gold tea.

I got the computer on and did some much-needed page top graphics. Which cost me a couple of hours, Tsk! Then did the Friday diary updating and got it posted off. Pinterest photos sent off. TFZer Facebooking (Three hours). Made a start on this post, and went on the WordPress Reader section.

During which, the innards started to give me some gip. And quickly got worse, more acute. So, I nipped limpingly to the Porcelain Throne, just in case things were brewing up inside for an evacuation. Oh, off I ran, stick in hand, hoping to arrive in time, to the wet room!

Phwoar! Just in time! The evacuation was quicker and less painful than any has been over the last week! But, there was so much of it! I had to manually assist the system in accepting it, and move it on to the sewers below! Shaking Shirley and Shaun helped me in spilling a lot of the water I was taking in the tub from the sink to WC, and that had to be wiped up afterwards. Washed and medicated the rear-end, and returned to the computer to get on with the Thoughts graphic creating.

Lost a opt of work and don’t know why! I’ll try to remember bits.

Jenny rang she’s coming with the Iceland bits for me, I put her treat bag on the door handle outside. She left the good and rang the tune-bells. Fetched them in. No tomatoes and Golden delicious substituted, at first I thought they might have been Jenny’s order, she told me they were on special offer. Nae fuss, I can eat them alright.

I spent hours doing graphics.

WD 180.50.0 Porcelain Throne visited. Running short on actual cash now, with not being able to order food on site. Morrisons and Iceland both checked, and neither having any delivery slots available.

6Sat24I dug out some chips from the bottom of the freezer. Got a pate and a few tomatoes left to have with them.

Got the nosh sorted. Last of the Piccolo tomatoes, oh, no it’s not. I just found a few more in the cupboard. Some Truffle fries, somewhat ageing beetroots, mushroom pate, onions, Marmite out of date but still tasty cheese medallion, one of the apples that Jenny got for me from her Iceland order, the last fresh orange drink, and a lemon mousse. I used up the last of the Jenny-donated bread with them, and enjoyed an evening feast! Thanks again to Jenny! 7/10 Flavour rating.

I got the washing up done, resisted the ‘none-urge’ to do some handwashing, (HaHa!) and got down in the £300, second-hand, on-its-last-legs, c1968 recliner. Put a Last of the Summer Wine DVD on, and wallowed in nostalgia.

6Sat28The landline flashed, it was the Chemist, telling me the prescriptions would be at the door in a few minutes. I waited five or six minutes, not wanting to make social-contact with the lady, and carefully opened the door, making sure she had gone first and collected the pack from where she had left it for me.

Back to the DVD, and watched another episode of the ‘Summer Wine’. It’s got something this programme, it always did have. A gentleness, no bad language, so relaxing to view, and memory provoking.

As I went for the last Porcelain visit of the day, it dawned on me how the ailments had eased off. Not all of them, of course. Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley and now, Duodenal Donald all helped to stop me getting to sleep very soon.

When I did nod-off, a storm of dreams made sure that recuperation and rest, were not there for the fuddled, fermenting brain. Shame!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 26th March 2020: Ups and downs, Jenny to my rescue again, twice!

2020 Mar 23

2020 tttMar26

Thursday 26th March 2020

Swedish: Torsdagen den 26 Mars 2020

000 Mar 26

GM07RWD 150.0.100 01:45hrs: I stirred into an ersatz version of life; feeling otiose, vague, and in need of a non-alcoholic potation. As I removed my horrendously ever-growing stomach with thin arms and legs attached to it, from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, the innards gurgled, I started coughing, and wind passed involuntarily from the rear end!

The thoughts of a brew of tea came second to the need for the Porcelain Throne. Off to the wet-room, the walking stick had never been used quickerer! In, PPs down, settled and… Wind! Nothing but noisy and smelly fluffer-doodling! Past experiences made me wait there, in case of sudden movements catching me out. A go at the crosswords, no clues solved, and no action actuated! Had a wash, changed PPs. Off to get the kettle on, as if the tea was a drug to me?

4Thu01I got the kettle on, took the medications, again dropping the Omeprazole capsule, and made a brew of Glengettie. Into the computer desk, and had a look at the two-page, side-effects of the Omeprazole’s leaflet. But there was so much of it, I gave up.

Got the computer on, and went on Word Press Reader first. Then tackled updating the Wednesday post.

WDP 2019a2WD 150.0.100 The almost immediate need to go back to the Throne was responded to as fast as I could manage it. Which was a good thing too! Because this time the innards-controlled evacuation started the moment I’d got seated. Eurgh! Splosh, splash, quirt, splatter! And with an aroma, that if bottled, could have been used as an effective nerve-gas by the military!

The stomach churned and ached after the release, for a long time. I cleaned up once more, me and the WC. Then had a few good-sized guzzles of the Silica gel and Dimethicone medicine, thinking it might calm down the borborygmus eruptions. (It didn’t) Shame, the pong of the repeated intestinal gas escapes, is filling the flat already, and it continues. As does the rumbling, grumbling innards and eructations, in between my coughing and sneezing. Sounds terrible, doesn’t it? It is! Gruelling-Gromble-Garblisations!

When I got the post updated and sent off, I went on Pinterest, then TFZer Facebooking. Then did some searching to find out about the two outstanding Amazon orders. A good job that I’m home-isolated innit!

4Thu02

4Thu03I tried for the ninth time in 24hrs, to get a Morrison Grocery order done. Hehehe! What a hopeful, old, gullible, senile idiot, I am!

I got some graphics done. Started this blog off. The gut still exploding, but the coughing had eased off, and one of the sneezes was probably heard by Sandra Lentz and Tim Price in America! As for the accompanying wind… Phwoar!

WD 150.0.100 I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and had to shoot off to the Throne again. Oh, dear! Another messy, miasmic smelling session. I keep washing my hands in between and on Throne visits, and I must have the cleaning mitts in the place!

I opened a can of baked beans and put some hickory marinade in them, a long soak into for later.

4Thu04I did a try at getting some food from Ocado. Another negative, no slots available!

I went on Facebook for a while, then on to CorelDraw for a creating graphic session.

After about a couple of hours,  the door chimes rang out with their ♫I only want to be with you!♫. I thought it might be Amazon with the ear inserts or seaweed packs. I got my onerously large body to the front door. There, just outside on the floor, was a bag of food that had been left for me!

I’ve no idea who had donated the fodder for me, but it was a beautiful gesture. I unloaded the pack, full of appreciation.

4Thu06The cobs will be perfect with my beans later! Onions and carrots, I’ve got some parsnips in reasonable nick, in the fridge. Tomorrow’s meal sorted thanks to the donator. That frees me from the worry of having to go out today! Bless whoever it was! Canned mushy peas, baked beans, sardines. A yoghourt that unfortunately has the lethal to me cranberries in it. Milk, lemonade, tomato puree, and some white bread. So kind of them! Oh, and a can of orange pieces, a perfect after for me!

I was putting the stuff away, and the landline rang and flashed. It was from Jenny. She was the angel who left the food for me, and perfect timing it was, may her foibles ferment with festive functions frequently! ♥ After the current scare, of course. Thanks again, Jenny! I feel humbled!

Made a brew in celebration, and got back to the graphicalisationing. It was slow going, and I had to leave it again, for yet another Porcelain Throne mission! The same evacuation mode as the last one. By gum, I’ve got a sore bottom now! Dangwangling Dangwangles!

After much tenderising and medicating, I returned and, oh, so painfully sat in the computer chair. I could do with another of the cushion-rings. Tsk!

The Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun visits got too much for me. I had to stop computerising and while putting everything away, had to pay another Porcelain Throne visit, a visitational record today I think. Exactly the same activity. Messiness and uncomfortableness. I took an anti-Diarrhorea-Duncan capsule. Washed medicated and had to just sit quietly for a while.

Within seconds I’d drifted into a dream-filled sleep, in which I knew I was sleeping and just seemed to be enjoying the mangled,  foozled dreams.

JennyThe landline flashed and sounded, I woke and fumbled my way to the phone. It was Jenny, helping me out again! She had miraculously got through to Iceland to give an order. And, as is her natural, considerate, obliging characteristics, she asked if I would like anything adding to the order for Saturday. If I email her back with anything, she will add it to her order. Not many folks would think of that, but Jenny is special.

I was still a tad confused at being woken up. And am not sure if owt else was said, and I sat down again for a few minutes and wrote down some items, then nodded off again.

WD 150.0.100 I woke with a start. With a new headache above the eyes. Accompanied by Shaking Shaun, and Shaking Shoulder-Shirley having a go at me. To round things off, Flatulating Frank was rampant and persistent. Off to the Throne again! At least this session was not as messy.

4Thu19fMy body just wanted to sleep, but I wanted to get back to Jenny and thank her and give a little list of items she had kindly asked for me to add to her Iceland delivery. Her delivery is for late on Friday, and Jen’ politely said she would not wake-me then, and bring it to me until Saturday morning. The lady is so thoughtful! So, a treat of braised beef in onion gravy cook-in-the-bag again for me this weekend after all! Bless yers, Jenny!

I got the computer on again. And sent the email. Then got the meal prepared. I had to take care in doing so, cause Shirley and Shaun were in attendance still.

4Thu07The hickory seasoned beans with the last of the tomatoes, and triple-fried chips, and the Jenny-supplied bread, were smashing!

A taste-rating of 8.5/10! The white slice and cobs did an excellent job of soaking up the sauce! Hehehe!

I washed the dish and cutlery and got the handwashing in Woolite soaking in the bowl. I was too tired to do it tonight. It had been an emotional, draining, ‘shaking-all-over’ day, the Trots, and the fatigue and lack of proper sleep had affected me worse than usual.

I got back down in the £300, second-hand, dilapidated, c1968, rickety recliner. The eyes began to droop, and a particular sort of, well, almost joy came over me, as I realised I might get some sleep in without waiting for hours. I think Flatulent Frank agreed, cause he kept passing little comments! Hahaha!

WD 150.0.100 As a blissful Morpheus was coming over me, and Dogwangles! I’d not taken the evening medications! With tremendous and grumpy petulant reluctance, I heaved my stomach-dominated torso from the recliner. And made my way to the kitchen’s medicines drawer…

WDP Dec 26bWD 150.0.100wd 150.0.100A As slowly as I was hobbling, and as carefully as I could, I still managed to give myself a toe-stubbing on the corner of the kitchen door! I held onto the door frame for extra support, closed my eye, and withheld the urge to cry out loud and swear! A few moments later, after a Thought Storm that was partly incomprehensible, but included niggling, depressive thoughts about my bad luck and stupidity, I got the medications from the drawer and imbibed them with a drink of spring water.

WD 150.0.100 It took me a lot longer to get back to the chair than it did to get to the kitchen. The throbbing toe, headache above the eyes and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley joined forces to stop me getting to sleep for along time. But fatigue was getting the upper hand slowly but surely. Sweet Morpheous blessedly arrived!

WD 150.0.100 But not for long! Tsk! The sounds of ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ rang out from the door chimes. Reluctantly, I freed my weighty lump of a body from the recliner, the toe didn’t half sting, as I fumbled my way to the door. It was Josie ringing, to tell me I’d had a parcel left outside the door. Bless her! I’m sure we chatted, I seem to remember telling her it was the seaweed snacks, and she would have some on her Sunday meal and thanking her for letting me know.

I was done-in now, mentally. How I got back to the recliner, and where I put the seaweed box, will have to be investigated in the morning.

WD 150.0.100 Never have I been so tired! But I did get down and asleep, I know this because later, ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ rang out from the door chimes, and woke me again! Argh! There was no one there when I got to the door!

Crying out loud was an option that came to mind… but I didn’t!

Inchcockum – Tues 24 Mar 2020: Depression reigned, then, a late kindness that had me like a dog with two tails! ♥

2020 Mar 24

2020 tttMar24

Tuesday 24th March 2020

Maori: Rātapu 24th o Maehe 2020

000 Mar 24 (2)

GM 100.100.150RWD 0.0.128A 00:00hrs: I reckon it must have been around midnight when I woke up. And I lay in uhtcearing mode, the mind stewing, pondering over this and that; Will I get the milk and bread on Morrison’s order? Why am I not shaking, Arthur Itis’s pains are none existent, the horrible ‘Hum’ is so loud, why? Can I keep it together today? How many new cases and deaths with Coronavirus will there be today? On, and on the Thought Storm blasted! 

02:10hrs: I waited for the Porcelain Throne demand to be made, and sure enough, it arrived with a suddenness. I was out of the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner and up on my feet grabbing for the four-pronged walking stick, then on my way to the wet room, with such ease and lack of bother, I was almost in a state of shock when this dawned on me!

WD 0.0.128A I had another shock when I got there! Yea, Gods, it was painful! But quick at least. The evacuation was carried out under the control of the innards, no input from me was needed. Cleaning up afterwards, a little blood from the rear-end, but a veritable flood from Little Inchies fungal lesion. That will need some cleaning and creaming, I shan’t do it now, cause the stock of Corticosteroid cream consists of about an eighth of a tube, so I’ll see to it when I get the ablutions done later. How, or whenever I can get out to the chemists and shops, I don’t know. But the EQ tells me help is on the way, coming? I do hope and beg he is right!

To the kitchenette and got the kettle on took the medications, then to the computer with the excellent mug of Glengettie Gold tea.

WP Reader, then a while on Facebooking, followed by WordPress Reader reading.

Start this post off, then update yesterday’s blog. All done, posted and link Emailed.

2Tue15WD 0.0.128A I tried to do a Morrison food order. But I got this message, the site was too busy, message. Blimus, I do not need Romulus, the Roman augur, to tell me of a phenomenon that serves as a sign or warning of some future good or evil: forerunner, foretoken, omen, portent, disaster, or prognostic sign. We’re living it now, and dying as well!

2Tue25As the song, composed by Lionel Bart, went, “♫ Fings Ain’t Wot They Used T’Be ♫” And a successful recording by Max Bygraves many years ago (1960)! He even reached Number Five in the Hit Parade with it! I thought this might prompt a few memories, and a smile or two from my fellow oldies, in these trying times?

Why am I waffling on again? Most likely because I’m really worried about how I am going to get food in. I’m fine now but 2Tue26considering the text message that I got this morning, from Gov.UK. telling me I have to stay at home. Fine! At least I’ll starve to death in the warmth. That is unless the electricity can’t be produced with all the workers self-isolating, of course. In that case, I’m not so pleased. Hahaha!

2Tue01An email came in from Morrisons re today’s delivery.  No bread today, and they couldn’t deliver an alternative? On the plus side, they are letting me have a 9-pack of toilet rolls. They do help though, and with sending little food, it should help my dieting, and I should not need so many toilet rolls. Good, innit!

I then thought I’d try to do an order for Iceland. Hahahaha!

2Tue23

I confirmed that I was a vulnerable old git. Then had to sign in. This took me back to the first window, I clicked ‘Yes’ again, finally, I got thought to book an order, that had all the slots unavailable!

2Tue16I wonder if I might try grilling some bits of the carpet? I’ve got some sauces I have with it, out of date, fair enough, but still. Hehe! The British sense of humour saves the day again!

WD 0.0.128A I tried to get a Morrison order in again. Not having it again.

WD 0.0.128A I started to update this post, and an attack from Dizzy Dennis arrived, that nearly had me pressing the wristlet alarm, and left me feeling unsteady on my feet. The brain might have been affected as well, cause the previously keenish concentration I’d had this morning, became obfuscated, and unwilling, ignoring, regardless of my mental needs, analyses and deliberations.

2Tue13WD 0.0.128A Got the handwashing in soak, and ablutions tackled. And I thought yesterdays session was a bad one. This one beast it hands down! Niggly dropsies irked me throughout. Including the shower-head, three times! But only dropped on my foot once). I broke the new toothbrush. Several tiny cuts shaving. Knocked the things off of the top of the cabinet. And, somehow or other, headbutted the door coming out of the shower when Dizzy Dennis paid a visit! Glanglegloberations!

2Tue09Todays ordered three weeks ago, Morrison delivery arrived. I got it put away, clandestinely, not showing the rolls through the window. I wish I’d got a safe now!

Nice to have some fodder in at last. No fresh stuff other than a mushroom pate and some tomatoes. But I’ll not starve.

2Tue14I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

I’d been working myself into a tizzy since the ablutions. Things not going very well since.

I thought I’d check on Amazon to see when and if will coming me coming, and the delayed ear-wax removal plugs. 

1Mon06a

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2Tue24Come back the next day for a refund? Mmm? I’m confused and befuddled!

2Tue15WD 0.0.128A I attempted to get a Morrison order through for next week or fortnights time.

I don’t know why I bothered! No, no, no, I do! It’s called Hoping for the Best! Me? Hoping for the best? Humph! I do like wasting time, don’t I? What a klutz! With Iceland’s web site a no-go as well. thing ain’t looking good for the future!

2Tue10I took a photo from the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking, new anti-photographer designed kitchen window. I would have taken a shot of Chestnut Walk below as well, but the giant window ledge makes me have to use the step-ladder to reach out for the picture taking. Humph!

WD 0.0.128A I got the meal prepping started and put some Truffle-Fries in the oven, then returned to the computer. As soon as started typing, Dizzy Dennis launched at me with one of his worst ever spells. Then the landline light flashed. It was Sister Jane. We chatted and laughed a decent while. I’m afraid I can’t really remember much about what was said. Such was the force of this Dizzy Dennis bout!

WD 0.0.128A For some reason, as I was coming back to me usual grumpy, sour, bitter, self-loathing, depressed old self, I realised that I had not had any Phlebotomy nurse come to take me blood sample test? But, I was not in the least offended, aggrieved, annoyed or slighted by this. The Community nurses, all have the same problems that we are having, worse than us in these flats. They must be really struggling, and in such circumstances, can only do their best again the sudden extra-demands for their time, and it must irk them so. They can only do what they can, under such stressful conditions. I thank them for doing what they can. ♥ It’s been two or three weeks since the last blood test, but it can’t be helped.

While I’m on this, a few thoughts for the ILCs here in the flats too. They have families of their own to tend to, as well as us old-timers! They must also be under every day strains. ♥ Bless em all!

I waffled again there, sorry.

2Tue30As the meal was being served up, the intercom light flashed. I’m really glad I was in the kitchen at the time, cause the tune from the intercom wouldn’t have been heard with the fire door shut! It’s on its loudest setting too! It was an Amazon delivery chap, with the giant pack of instant potato-flakes that I’d ordered, at last! The man left them outside the door and had retreated to the lobby door, he shouted something I could not decipher, and I shouted a ‘Thank You’, as he ran off. And, I don’t blame him!

2Tue31I opened the package, to reveal a ginormous bag of Maggi Potato Flakes. 4kg! Haha!

I’ll have to get all my lidded storage pots to pour it all into once I open it, to keep them fresh. I bet I’ll that whenever I do this, I’ll make a right mess and lose a lot of the flakes on the floor?

2Tue33I got the meal served up. I have to say, that I am amazed at how well the Piccolo tomatoes have lasted, over a week now and they have no signs of shrivelling up yet? I wonder if they have been irradiated? The Flavour rating for this slowly eaten and enjoyed feast was 8.8/10! Baked beans with Hickory, smoked ready-cooked bacon (Sadly all gone now!), tomatoes and the really different and gorgeous Truffle Fries! Which I have acquired a strong proclivity for.

WD 0.0.128A I got an email in while I was nibbling the fodder. The Diabetes team had stopped booking for and cancelled all meetings. Fair enough, to be expected!

I was suddenly drained and the fatigue overcame me earlier than ever today. So I didn’t do the handwashing. I put the dishes in the bowl to soak, got the last can of Pepsi (sugar-free, of course), and got my adiposity ladened stomached torso into the £300, second-hand recliner, and turned on the TV.

To my surprise, I was soon off in deep sleep and I think dreaming about the old days when I was fit and able, and healthy! (It’s best I do not mention what I was up to in my rather frisky, nocturnal hallucinating!)

 It took me a while, to realise that it was the landline’s ringing and flashing that had awoken me!

wd 0.0.128 I fumble my body mass out of the recliner and fell on my knees. (Klunk, double-thud, Argh!) Luckily the phone is only two normal paces from where I fell, I used the swivel chair (but got away with it, Phew!) to get back up, and was sure the phone would stop ringing before I got to it. But no! I got there in time, pain as well, but pleased with myself for getting there on time at all!

With just being aroused, the conversation didn’t all sink in very well. But the hearing was okay, the receptor nerves were the problem. It was Nottingham City Homes, Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager, Desktop Dancer, and Catwalk Model, Angela Gould. An Angel of Mercy as well! She spoke, well, we talked a long time I think, not that I can recall all of it now. Tsk! But, someone, a lady, was coming to my flat, on her way now; With some fresh milk for me! My heart melted as she spoke, I can remember that alright! The gal would ring my bells, and leave the milk outside the door, to keep to the Social Distancing practice!

WD 0.0.128A I thanked her a thousand times, and was so annoyed with myself afterwards! I wrote down some notes on the little pad to use on this diary in the updating in the morning. But could I read my writing? No! Grr!

Minutes later, ‘♫ I only want to be with you ♫’ chimed out from both doorbells. I got some trousers on, just in case whoever delivered the milk saw me, (too much of a shock to see me naked, for anyone!) and went to the door. A female voice said something to me from the lobby door, and I shouted my appreciations to her. The milk bottle was collected, and back to the kitchen, I put the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea!

This unexpected, kindness, must have been what my EQ was referring too. Just when you’ve had enough of the unfairness and failings,  something like this assistance and kind help restors your faith in humanity. Thanks, Angela and girls!

2Tue34I took a photo of the pins (legs) as I took off the socks and trousers to get back in the recliner, I noticed how pale they looked compared to earlier? No way of guessing at why, with no Warfarin blood test results to assess with.

Getting back to sleep took a long time.

For I was having, for one, some ‘Nice’ Thought Storms!