Inchcockski – Tues 21 Jan 2020: A circumlocuitous sort of day, with sesquipedalian undertones. With beaucoup visitors!

2020 Jan 21

Sooner him, than me!

2020 ttJan 21

Tuesday 21st January 2020

Lithuanian: 2020 m. Sausio 21 Antradienis

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00:00hrs: I woke deep in thought, so deep, I wondered if I’d been cogitating in my sleep? (They can’t touch you for it!), I don’t think. Anyway, the p[ondrisationing soon stoppedHehe! 

I got out of the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner, and into the kitchen to take the medications, almost with ease. It was one of those, ‘Scare-Me-To-Death’ virtually pain and hassle-free wakings! Unnatural, worrying, casuistical! But I allowed myself to enjoy the situation. But not to the fullest extent; for my EQ has not conversed with me for over 36 hours now, and surely he is overdue to offer advice?

WD 100.20.0 I got the medications taken, pleased to see that I had not missed last evenings doses. Humph! And what an unreliable memoried Shlub I am! As usual, the ‘Hum’ was loud, with the odd tap-tap and gurgling noise. (Thrown in every now and then, up until 0500hrs?) Why, where from, what was making these noises, remains part of the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, offering illusions, delusions, & hallucinations. Exasperated sigh! I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, no sooner made, than the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet-room, I shuffled, and still feeling in good nick, physically.

The evacuation was the biggest ever! But, there was little bleeding or pain involved. And, the cistern coped with it! This can’t go on, all this luck! Washed-up, and returned to get the now cold mug of tea dished and a new one made. (That’s more like it!) Straight to the computer and started updating the Monday blog. As Saccades-Sandra began giving me hassle, which made the time correcting was longer than the time writing! With the mystery noises still being heard occasionally, my upbeat start to the day, dwindled!

2Tue01I eventually got the blog done and posted off. I made another brew, this time Glenghetti, and ‘blow-me-down-with-a-feather-duster’, I needed the Throne again! All went well as the first visit did. I had time to check-out the pins (legs) and took a photo. Apart from being different sizes to each other again, they looked good to me, apart from the veins.

I returned to the computer with the semi-warm mug of tea and checked the timing for the Morrison delivery. I’d got an email listing the order, and telling me there were no substitutes or short items. And it will be delivered twixt 07:30>08:30hrs. They did not mention the one-day sell-by date on last weeks mushroom, or the blown and crushed can of Daniels Coke, of course.

2Tue02I had a look outside and photographed what looked like smoke from a fire in the dark. I took regular pictures for the next few hours of the City Hospital and area smoke. I’ve put them all here o the right, earliest shots down to the last one.

I thought it might be interesting for you to see them.

I went on google to see if any news about a fire was on anywhere, but no. So I assumed it must be regular chimneys that looked worse in the icy-cold mist? Curious how the wind kept changing.

I went on the WordPress Reader. Then on the TFZ Facebooking. Then put some photos from yesterday’s trip to town on Pinterest and my Facebook page.

A third calling to the porcelain Throne came. Blimey!

The mystery noises were then joined by the drilling and knocking from the Fire Sprinkler workers. (Can’t be helped!)

Then the mystery sounds suddenly stopped altogether.

This is more like my regular, usual lifestyle now, yer know. The intrigue of not knowing what’s going on! The mysteries of unknown noises, coming and going!

WD 100.20.0 Then, as if to help me settle my worrying about these patches of good-luck, Anne Gyna started to have a go at me. As Anne grindingly twanged away at me, the workers drilling through concrete did the same! Hoggledruids!

I took an extra painkiller, cause Anne was now in a singularly bad mood with me! I didn’t want to risk overdoing the Codeine 30g, so I had a Co-Codamol. Hope it eases Anne Gyna’s temper, and give me a break.

2Tue08aAha! The intercom rang and flashed. T’was the was the Morrison’s delivery arriving. I hastened to belatedly get the return carrier bags out of the Steptoe & Son room and got to answer the door. The young man took the bags through to the kitchen for me, and I slipped him a nibble – I could have put that better; (Red-Face-Mode-Utilised) I gave him a packet of Manner lemon wafers in thanks for his help.

WD 100.20.0 I was putting away the fridge-requiring foods, and Shaking Shaun joined Anne Gyna rebellion against Inchies weak battered body! He only had a short visit, but he nearly had me over on the floor! Humph!

I got the none-foods put away, including some Duracell batteries, that claim on the label to be the strongest available. Huh, my ‘Pure’ digital radio can destroy any in a couple of days. We’ll see how these go.

WD 100.20.0 I made a start again on this post. And the landline lit up, it was Sister Jane, telling me that on BBC1, was a program about chemist now charging for deliveries, to all people not on the internet! She rang -off so I could get to the program quickly, luckily there were subtitles on it, so I could still hear if the door chimes went. But it was all over in minutes. But I did catch that Boots and Lloyds (there maybe be others) are both going to charge for delivering prescriptions. Oh, dearie me! Grungle-Grumps!

Back to the updating. But not for long, the intercom chimed and flashed again. It was Leoni, from the Medicine Management team.

WD 100.20.0 She listened while I told her of the absolute farce with Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, leaving me with no painkillers or beta-blockers for five days! And not changing the medications to loose Furesomides, as she requested six weeks ago. She rang them, but just mentioned the water tablets, not the nearly fatal, leaving me for that length of time without medications. Fair enough, I did say that they must have had problems of their own, and have been so good in the past.

Leoni heard the drilling racket noise and asked me how long the noise has been going on. I answered truthfully: “About two-and-a-half years since the upgrading of the flats started!” Telling her of the problems with the ruined carpets, showed her the dangerous state they (Nottingham City Homes) had left the kitchen in, with concrete-like foam running down the wall and over the electricity sockets etc. No one was interested. I added, “Why should they be, I’ll snuff it in a bit, and then they can patch it up ready for the next patient, erm… resident who takes the flat”, by gum she did laugh! (At this point, my EQ communicated with me, advising me that more was to come, so you’ll just have to put up with it!) She told me of the driving conditions this morning being so dangerous. We had a couple of minutes chinwag, and off she had to go, a busy gal.

WD 100.20.0 I made a brew again, determined to drink it this time. And off went the intercom. The beloved Nurse Christina ♥ had arrived, looking a little frazzled and in a rush. It must be the weather that’s delayed everybody today. She was her usual pleasant, highly desirous self, but my high EQ indicated to me, she was stressed. Sweet as always, she bade farewell and shot of to her next, no doubt eagerly awaiting her arrival, patient.

Nearly my head-down time now. But I’d love to do some graphics first. Ah, well, I made another replacement for the tea that had gone cold and started update this diary again…

WD 100.20.0 The door chime rang-out once again. (It’s a blooming good job it’s on the electric supply and not on batteries! Hahaha!) It was Josie, returning the plate cutlery and tray from her meal yesterday. She looked in good health with her twinkling eyes, but busy, no time for a natter, although we did exchange hellos and goodbyes. Bless her cotton socks!

2Tue09I never got around to doing any graphics in the end. Too drained now. I put the handwashing in the bowl to soak and got a meal prepared.

A much too large a plateful, by a long way. Why do I keep making these young men’s massive meals? 

2Tue10I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

Then did the pot washing, washed me, and got into the night attire.

Then settled into the £300, second-hand, c1968, tatty-beige-coloured recliner, and basically faded into sleep withing half-an-hour or so, as soon as the brain-storm of fears, worries, self-criticisms and confused counter-productive evaluations had stopped.

Tsk!

Inchcockski – Monday 20th January 2020: Norra bad day! This worries me! Hehe!

2020 Jan 19

2020 ttJan 20

Monday 20th January 2020

Zulu: UMsombuluko 20 Januwari 2020

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21:55hrs: Woke with only getting up and the urgent need for a wee-wee in mind. It was nothing short of a miracle that I there on time! I struggled free from the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, hobbled to the wet room.

WD 0.0.255 I fumbled to find Little Inchy (it was cold this morning, so much so, I put the wall heater on in the wet room!), and spent a few minutes painfully releasing the long, drawn-out trickle! At last, it decided to stop! What’s going on here then? The entire wee-wee would have only filled a teacup if that! Yet, the sensation felt was one that things were going to burst forth like fireman’s hose. Ah, well!

Off to the kitchen, I limped, feeling out the ailments various moods as I hobbled along. Saccades-Sandra was not too bad at all. Arthur Itis, okay. Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry and Shaking Shaun all on holiday, I think. Haha! Peripheral Neuropathy Pete was a little threatening, with the odd twinge and signs of wanting a Neuropathic Dance now and then… I had to stop my diagsasticalisationing here. Caused by a tiny involuntary escapage of wind from the rear-end, followed by an urgent need for the Porcelain Throne!

WDP 003bWD 0.0.255 I scurried back to the wet-room! Not a smooth evacuation at all. Painfull, elongated and bloody! Willing enough, but resistant to stopping! Cor blimey, I get the feeling that it’s going to be a bit of a non-compos-mentis-like, confusing sort of Monday for me! I could be wrong, the EQ was not communicating with me yet. He could be on holiday with Arthur, Henry Roger and Shaun?

1Mon02I got everything cleaned and medicated, checked out the legs. They had undoubtedly lost a lot of colour and were getting back to their usual ‘Am-I-alive’ thought-prompting paleness. One leg, the left, seemed even whiter than the right one? The lumps, blotches, blood papules etc. had dissipated somewhat? Still, it makes for a bit of interest, doesn’t it?

WD 0.0.255 I made for the kitchen again. Arghh! I left the hot water tap running! The ‘Feel-a-right-pratt’ mode was instantaneously adopted! Yes, this could be one-of-those days! I took the medications, made a brew, and made for the computer to begin updating the Sunday post. A decent few photographicalisations to sort out and get on the diary, caused me to get it finished a lot later than average.

WhoopsieI made up a photo, to show how I must have looked after I somehow or other, got the wet dressing gown to fall on me off of the coat-hangar it was drying on! I used it in the Sunday blog, but I show it again. During which, the damned annoying ‘Hum’ grew louder, and various odd creaks, taps and clicks were heard, where from, Gawd knows? These things delayed me even further in finishing the blog.

I did get done finally. Posted some pictures to Pinterest and made a start on this post. I got up to here, and then went on the WordPress reader. Then onto the TFZer Facebook page.

1Mon04Had to have a nibble and brew. I’ll have a hunt around, see worra can find…

A smoked haddock and cheese risotto thingy, some of the leaves and mini tomatoes and one-and-a-half buttered wholemeal cobs, how I came to find one-and-a-half cobs, well?

WD 0.0.255 Off to do the ablutionisationing. A stand-up job, too early to use the shower, and I want to be ready, in case the maintenance plumber arrives. The dropsies count was opposite of yesterday’s, where Sunday had the least ever, today might have been the most ever! As far as I can recall, the flannel, shower-head and Sock-Glide were just about the only things that didn’t slip, jump or bounce from my grip! But no injuries, so nae bother. The medicationalisationing ent well, and the body-aromatising too.

I got the handwashing done. Then made the waste-bags and took them to the chute.

Made a brew, and got on the computer, to make some graphics up to use later. The plumber and mate arrived before I could start.

WD 0.0.255 I had a wobbly as I opened the door, the plumber and his mate helped me keep on my feet. (Bit of good look there!)

Kindly after I mentioned and pointed out the slow filling WC tank, and blocked sink in the wetroom, he got me sat down. He got the sink taps working without any leaks, unblocked the hand-sink, and the WC now fills up quicker! Bless them! All in about 15 minutes, too! Came to me at the computer and told me what had been done. I thanked them, and he told me to stay in my seat, they’d find there way out. Caring chap, a rarity that needs emboldening in others.

1Mon05After the farewells and they had gone, and my balance had returned, I went to have a look at the work they’d done for me.

I found this tap-part in the kitchen sink? Both taps were working well. The hot and cold water taps working with a little less pressure, which will help me not to splash myself so often. Hehe! Well, they came early and were quick at doing the repairs, and helped me out with the Shaking Shaun episode. So thank you both, much appreciated!

I got ready for the trip into town to the Poundland store. Gathered the needs, then spent ages, checking and rechecking the flat for anything left undone, not done, lights, stove, windows, taps etc. repeatedly tested! Not for unacceptable Taboo Thoughts and Mental Rituals, though. My newly discovered OCD involves anxiety disorder and domestic concerns. (I think?)

So, having satisfied myself as much as is possible, that nothing had been left that is dangerous, and I had everything needed for the bus ride, I set off. With my yonderly tendencies, and athymia at a minimum, for once. Why I even found myself humming away in the lift going down! (Still no contact from the EQ – perhaps he’s deceased?)

4Thu11

I walked through the link-passage into Windwood Court, and there was Big Bill, doing a jigsaw puzzle. I had a natter, well, I spoke to him, and found a photo on the SD card of Sister Jane, supposedly putting the last piece in the giant jigsaw she was doing when I visited her last, to show him. The lack of interest was thunderous.

I said my farewells, wished him all the best, told him to take care, and went on to the bus shelter. A gang of Winwoodonians were in the Winchester Court foyer, Angela, Margaret, Doris amongst others. The ribaldry, put-downs, sarcasm and laughter flowed. Gawd, there are rare times like this that I love the place so much! And feeling rather upbeat now, I went out to the shelter, started to accept some well-intended light-hearted depreciative comments, when the City-bound bus arrived. Only one other unknown to me resident got on the bus with me, leaving a large gathering of Winwoodonian’s in the shelter, for me to wave to as the bus pulled off. The only response I saw, was a two-fingers sign, from Roy, but with a cheeky laugh with it! Hehehe!

I did well with the crosswording rechecking session en route to town. I even finished one of off, without any help! Number 83 in the book, the first one I’ve ever completed! I wanted to shout it out and brag a bit, Me! A first-time success! But there was no one the bus I knew! Hah-hah! Tsk!

1Mon05aI got off the bus at the terminus on Queen Street. Still feeling a bit high in spirits. (Yes, it worried me as well!)

The cold, low, intense, often blinding sunlight, in the dark morning promised some photographicalisationing problems for me. I took the first shot in town as I crossed over the Slab Square to Wheeler Gate and the Poundland shop. Where I had no difficulty in spending £13.75!

I amassed a selection of purchases that included, A packet of Tofiffees Naughty and stupid considering I have toothache coming on, Pillock!) Pork Farms mini pork pies, (Silly, with my weight problems!). A 75p kitchen roll. Banal fool! I must have about ten or more rolls at home! Sliced wholemeal rolls Fair enough, I needed these! Kelloggs Corn Flakes At least these will be eaten, they are a tiny size, handy for me). Dettol lavender antiseptic disinfectant. (to go with the six bottles I already have in stock!) Body spray (Huh, I must have ten or more in the flat! Idiot!) Fabric softener (Fair does, it’s cheap and smells super!) Some nibbles for the hand-out bag. A pack of six individual low-calorie pots of jelly. (Good thinking, if I can resist buying the Lemon Curd yoghourts) Finally, a BLT sarnie. (That can be had for today’s meal) So, how many things did the old codger buy that he needed, and the total of those not required? I’ll not go into that now. (Coy-abashed-Mode engaged!)

1Mon06I paid at the self-serve tills. They were busy for a Monday, and the ‘Impatient stares’, Tut-tutting and grinding teeth from those behind me in the queue could be sensed, as I fumbled a bit.

1Mon06aA lady assistant came to me in the end and whipped the last things through for me. Out and had a walk on the Slab Square. This gathering flock of pigeons. I could not see any food on the ground around them, though? The white ones could hardly be identified with the sunshine glinting 1Mon07on the settled rainwater.

I caught so trams, at the bottom of Market Street as they passed each other, one on the way out and the other inbound. I observed as I stood a moment just watching the 1Mon08Nottinghamians, that there was little smiling!

I hobbled down and up Exchange Walk, and back up to the Slab Square. There were no street artists, Big Issue sellers or any of the terrible, so-called musicians damaging any ear-holes thi1Mon09s morning. 

I walked through the Exchange Arcade through to Long Row, stopping for a moment’s reflection and take this photo of the sad shopping arcade.

Many years ago, most of these units were part of Burtons of Nottingham Food Stores. I remember them being very busy, classy and high-prices. These old photographs show how things were then. The first one, all Burton’s! The second was their famous Fish Counter, nothing you could not buy there, including octopus, shark and whale meat! The third one, (They stole my name? Hehe!) a typical window display on the Long Row side. Ryvita at 1/1d – 5p in new money. Nowadays it cost £1.25!

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1Mon09bI got distracted there again, sorry about that.

I limped back to the Old Market Square, Long Row, and took this shot of the unsmiling Nottinghamians with their pretty pink and white… trainer shoes.

1Mon09aI made my way up Queen Street, showing the long shadows of the citizenry in this snap.

Up to the L9 bus stop. I was the only person to get on until we reached the Victoria Shopping centre, where the bus filled up, Margaret, Penny and Betty were amongst them. I greeted them as they got on, but they didn’t hear me. They sat too far away for a conversation, just as well, cause the three of them nattered happily between themselves all the way back to the flats. I had a go at the crossword book again, but not much success this time.

1Mon06We were soon back at the flats, and I walked with Penny back through the link-passage to Woodthorpe Court, having a little chinwag en route.

I got in the flat and sorted out the purchases. Feeling tired already.

1Mon10Got the meal planned, then I shifted the Morrison bananas from last week, from the cool spot to a warmer one. For they were still green!

1Mon12I got some chips into the oven, the last of the Kentucky coated ones.

1Mon11Then moved some things back into the cupboard under the sink. Got the plate laid out ready for the chips. And moved the hand-washed t-shirt onto the airer.

1Mon13Then got the meal served up. The BLT Poundland sarnie and cut up a mini pork pie and added caramelised onion chutney, beetroots and some BBQ thingies on cocktail sticks.

Flavour rating: 6.5/10. I ate most of it this time.

I did the pot washing after the feasting. Then I settled to watch some TV. And didn’t fall asleep for over an hour, then bliss!

Inchcockski – Sunday 19th December: Busy, messy day, got some photos taken, Back-Pain-Brenda not happy at all!

2020 Jan 20

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Sunday 19th December 2020

Latvian: Svētdiena, 2020 Gada 19 Decembris

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WD 128.0.128 23:20hrs: I bestirred, to find an awful lot of signs of nocturnal-nibbling around me. Then until 00:30hrs, all is recorded in yesterdays diary.

00:30: I got on the computer to update the Saturday blog, which was a sad day, no chinwags or signs of any other tellurians. But then again, with the memory-loss, finishing off the post did not take as long as usual. I soon had it sorted and sent off. With only one wee-wee needed the whole time, mind you, it nearly filled the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket).

7Sun02WD 128.0.128 Then, I went to take the morning medications, and found I had not taken the evening ones! Tsk! The monitor supplied by Nottingham City was off the green on both sections. But being as I don’t know what humidity means, I didn’t worry.

WD 128.0.128 Made a brew, and when I went to press down the contents of the waste bin, I spotted part of the meal I thought I’d eaten last night!

I put some bits on Pinterest, then went on the WordPress Reader. Lots of good stuff on this morning. Then TFZer Facebooking.

StarbucksI got going on a funny ode that came to mind from nowhere. The incident dates back a few months. I was in town on South Parade, the rain took a nasty turn for the worse, and the heavens opened. I joined some others under the cover of the Starbucks coffee shop doorway. I was asked to move as my trolley was blocking peoples access, so, no problem, I hobbled away into the rain. I got the task done, with doing the graphics, it took me over three hours to get it something like right.

The Ode tells of what happened next. It is here: Whoopsiedangleploppery

Then it arrived, the belated call to the Porcelain Throne. A slow, uncomfortable evacuation, but not too painful this time. Minimal bleeding. And, not messy either. Quite copable with.

At last, time for a break and mug of tea. While the kettle was boiling, I opened the unwanted, unliked, impossible to get at to clean, light and view-blocking, thick-framed, window. The wind-letting-in new windows, with the sticking-out too far ledges that prevent me from viewing down onto Chestnut Walk to see if any emergency vehicles coming on-site, due to my not being able to hear the fire alarm.

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I took one shot (left) in Aperture Priority status, the second in Night-Landscape mode

I did a Morrison order and told them of the short-dated mushrooms (one day) and damaged can of Daniels coke. I don’t know why I bothered.

WD 128.0.128 I had a jolly-decent ablutionalisationing session. The dropsies in total were, wait for this…it’s true; only four! The least ever since the stroke! Razor, carbolic soap, body spray and, unfortunately, the Sock-Glide, which ensured it hit the toes as it landed! Smug-Mode-Adopted! Yee-Ha! Oh, hardly any bleeding from Harold or Inchies fungal lesion, either!

No sooner had I left the wet-room, and the Porcelain Throne summoning returned, back into the wet-room I poddled. But nothing happened! No movement at all, it didn’t feel blocked, no gurgling, no innards-pains, just not interested. The Smug-Mode was cancelled!

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But, it gave me a chance to have decker at the pins (legs). Aha, a change in colour, and a new blemish! I’m so lucky to have this interesting ‘leg-status’ changes every day. Just think, there are people out there, with dull, staying-the-same pins. Missing all this excitement of searching and medicating the blood-papules, Clopidogrel lumps, deep vein arterial thrombosis, spider and varicose veins! The weal’s, scars, bumps, bulges, spots, bruises, welts, contusions, blemishes, and boils. And, even now still, getting amazed at the daily transformations. I am blessed. Hehehe!

I planned Josie’s meal-making. Got the haddock & cheese ball and smoked haddock fillet in the oven, peas in the pan, tomato ready in the slicer, the crispy onions warming, sliced the beetroots and got the gin & tonic and limoncello dessert on the tray. Looking good now.

7Sun04WD 128.0.128 WD 128.0.128aI started the Back-Pain-Brenda annoying task of emptying out the shelves under the sink, in readiness for tomorrows visit from the Nottingham City Homes plumber. But didn’t get very far, for two reasons, the agony from Brenda, and the clump on the chin I’d given myself bending down to get to the cleaning stuff! Hahaha, what a clot!

7Sun05Josie’s nosh was served up, and the dishes put in the sink to soak. Making the red Leicester cheesy-mashed-potatoes don’t-half make a mess of the mixing bowl, fork and spoon used! Onto the wheeled server, and out of the door, two paces and I was ringing her bells. (Hehehe!) We had a little natter, and she handed me a tray of leaf-salad, as a thank you.

I returned to the untidy, messy flat, and got the washing up done. It took some time and effort, as usual, to get the spoon, bowl and fork freed of food and cleaned.

I got the Nikon camera in the three-wheel-walker, donned my heavy coat, and off I went to take some rooftop photographs from Winwood Court.

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Despite the bright dazzling sunshine, it was bitter cold on the roof. I didn’t stay up there for too long, took a few photographicalisations and got back in sharpish! Down in lift and out through Windwood Courts entrance, to take some pictures as I hobbled down Chestnut Walk back to my beloved colder than Winwood,  but warmer than outside, Woodthorpe Court. I took a shot showing Winwood and Winchester Court, then Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts.

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As I ambled limpingly along toward Woodthorpe, I had an aphoristic moment of meditational reflection. I would never have thought I’d end up like I have done. Alone amongst so many others, possibly many of them thinking the same.

7Sun17The plastic and metal new ticker fitted. Duodenal Donald. Cancer of the bladder and prostate. Reflux Roger. Kidney Kevin. Arthur Itis. Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Saccades Sandra, then the stroke; Mind you, I was pretty surprised I was even here, considering the last few years problems.

There was no feeling sorry for myself or anything like that. Just a sort of ‘How the heck did this happen’ feeling. Hehehe!

As I hobbled by the Electric-Vehicle Recharging Points, I saw a funny in the situation. Why has no one come-up with electric 3-wheeler-trolley-guides? Then I realised, with my absentmindedness, abstraction, amnesia, falling-asleep at a whim, and memory-blanks; I’d only do the same thing as I used to do with the laundry washing, I’d forget all about it being on! Sad, I know, but laughable at the same time. Hahaha!

7Sun18As I got in the foyer, I spotted that someone had been ornamentalisationing! A bit of decoration for us! I made sure that I did not go near the edge of the ledge, cut of but not painted shelf and pottery. If I had a Shaking Shaun, Wobbly William, Dizzy Dennis, or right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance when close to them, they wouldn’t stand a chance of not being knocked 7Sun06over and broken! Tsk! Very pretty and easy on the eye, I thought.

I meandered up to the flat, in a sort of neutral frame of mind, more relaxed than of late.

A mega-wee-wee, wash, then I decided to get on with the handwashing. Heavy work this time, the thick jammie-bottoms, the thin (How as it lasted so long) dressing gown, a  pair of socks, and a long-sleeve t-shirt.

WD 128.0.128a Feeling unexplainably energetic, I had a go at sorting the cupboard under the sink again. But I pulled the back again, Back-Pain-Brenda kicked off, and I gave up once more. The energy drained away. Humph! 

7Sun19I took the medications, with an extra Codeine 30g, to counter Brenda’s bother. And reviewed the fodder situation. I was beginning to fade fast, and opted for a simple meal of rice and garden peas, with BBQ seasoning added. Which was not scintillating, but sufficient, considering the amount of food I’ve thrown away due to making the meals too large, was more than enough. Taste-rating; 7/10.

WD 128.0.128 At least the washing up was going to be easier this time…I thought! There may have only been a bowl and two spoons that needed doing, but I had not envisaged by knocking the hanging to dry dressing gown off of the bar it had hung on above the sink! What an absolute Schmendrick!

Whoopsie

I made up this photo from memory, in the morning to go on here. Haha!

Down the wet coat came, landing on me, in the washing up bowl and getting water on the kitchen floor. I was scunnered!

Then, of course, had to sort things out. Dry my self off, then the floor and cabinets, change the washing up water and do the pots again.

And most aggravatingly, wash the dressing gown again! During all this bending, Back-Pain Brenda, got very nasty with me, de novo!

I was now flaked-out. I got in the £300 second-hand, c1968 sickeningly beige coloured, tatty recliner. There were three Ramsay kitchen thingies showing in succession that I planned to watch. Hahahahaha! No chance!

Inchcockski – Saturday 18th January 2020: Paramnesia, six hours lost? Hey-ho, off the memory does go!

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2020 ttJan 18

Saturday 18th January 2020 

Afrikaans: Saterdag 18 Januarie 2020

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WD 80.0.0 23:30hrs: I have never woken-up so non-plussed, discountenanced, and feeling so wish-washy before in my life! (No… I tell a fib, when I came round after the heart operation it was worse!)

J-PetePostI rose from the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. The one that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while 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. Then posted off his pools coupon and won a fortune, that complimented his £2010 grand Lottery win. He retired at 40, the windfall of being left £84,000 by an unknown relative enabled this. He’s a lucky lad.

A few things registered when I was on my way for the first wee-wee. The bloody ‘Hum’ all around the place, was louder than ever! Arthur Itis, Back-Pain-Brenda and Anne Gyna were all in a fantastic mood with me this morning, almost pain-free? But the mind was still a touch out-of-order, refusing to grasp things or allow me to concentrate.

The wee-wee, was, as all that followed were, of the SHLSDTAT (Starting-Hosepipe-Like-Suddenly-Dying-To-A-Trickle) variety. To the kitchen to take the medications. Brewed a mug of tea, Glenghettie, and started to update the Friday blog. Within minutes, summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room. Well, it seemed a good idea, that being where the toilet is, Hehehe!

WD 80.0.0 This session was not one of the better ones for many reasons. I’ll tell you. The blood flowed far too much from Harolds Haemorrhoids and Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, (Which incidentally, was not bleeding during the wee-wee?) The amount of evacuated product was so much, that the system failed to clear it. Admittedly, there was an awful lot of bloodied toilet paper as well. I ended up after a bit of failed prodding with the brush, having to refill the tank, twice, to clear things. Even now, I’m not sure it has all gone. The cleaning up, disinfecting, tidying things and refreshing the air, took ages. Still, it had to be done!

Back to the computerisationing. I had to make two templates from scratch, this took me well over an hour. Then there were the photographs to prepare to go in the blog. Add these to my lack of concentration, and it was gone 07:00hrs by the time I’d got it finished and posted off! Two good things, though; The peripheral neuropathy and autonomic nerves were not too much bother at all! Amazing!

I felt as if it was time to get my head down. Partly because of the confused state of mind, and the fact that I did actually feel drained. Why? I decided to give myself a break. Made a mug of tea, got some bikkies and drank and nibbled while doing nowt at all.

Well, that was a brilliant idea, Dizzy Dennis came onto me witin seconds. Thought I was going to tip out of the chair.

Back on the computer and things steadied? I went on the WordPress Reader.

WD 80.0.0 And in the middle of enjoying the TFZer Facebooking, I took a turn for the worse. Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, and Saccades Sandra join in together to give me a scare. 

That’s it for me, medications and a sit down see how I go.

WD 80.0.0 I soon nodded-off, and woke up about five hours later, around midnight. An empty dinner plate at my side, the camera between my legs, and bits of quavers on my ample stomach? Amazingly I still felt tired, but so much better than earlier, Dennis lingered a smidge, but all the other attackers had fled my body. I felt so good physically!

WD 80.0.0 I went for a wee-wee, and I needed the Throne when I got there. I think I might have visited the porcelain earlier, judging by the things, sprays, Germolene etc. scattered on the floor. The session was okay; if a little painful.

6Sat28WD 80.0.0 There were no recollections of anything really, between sitting myself down and waking up. Very unsettling. But entertaining in a way, for after taking the medications and making a brew, I got the computer going, and found the camera card in the reader? I investigated the SD card; and found a picture of a meal that I had no idea I’d planned, made or eaten? No dirty saucepans, plates anywhere. Even the tray was clean? The evening medications were on the tray in the photo, but it’s all a mystery to me. Hehehe!

I might as well laugh. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Fri 17 Jan 2020: Got out for a hobble at last. Shame I got soaked and had a few Dizzy Dennis visits. Ah, well!

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Friday 17th January 2020

Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 17mh Faoilleach 2020

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WDP 003lWD 60.25.0 00:05hrs: I stirred into mock-life, looked around and saw much evidence of nocturnal-nibbling having been committed, and pondered on my hopes and dreams, fears and worries. Then thought Sod-it. Guilty-Mode Engaged!

WDP 10R01WD 60.25.0WD 60.25.0a Then, I realised I was half-on the recliner, with the better leg hanging partly-off, and I was sitting on my left hand? After freeing the arm and hand, I found this had given me apaesthesia in the thumb and fingers. So, as I used my appendages to help raise myself out of the £300 second-hand seat, I found that I dropped back into it with a thud – and clouted my right elbow against the arm of the recliner! (Fancy that, I said?)

Personal Thoughts at the time: (were, something along the lines of), “Oh hell, is it going to be yet another day of frustrations with —-/-all going right?” I didn’t want to get up; and had to have a discussion with myself about the situation (Haha!). My EQ butted into the conversation, reminding me that there is nothing I can do to avoid further harassments and mental-turmoil, so I might as well get up and face it, I should be used to it all by now!”

So, I rose, more carefully this time from the chair gained my balance, grabbed the stick, and wandered wobblingly to the kitchen. Wondering what I was doing, who I was, where I was, and in a semi-confused state of mind. (T’was not that bad really, but my imagination took over there, sorry)

5Fri001It was eight hours too early for me to use the hoover to clean up, I thought, not that I was bothered about it. I got the kettle on, made whar will probably be the highlight of the day, a mug of Glengettie Gold tea! With the chemist leaving without tablets and medications for five days, I nearly forgot to take them. Phwert!

5Fri01No sooner had I poured out the brew, the demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room I limped, with the stick and picking up the camera on the way, to have a view of the state of the legs this morning. They had regained some colour which was a good thing, but they were yellow!

WDPh 01RThe evacuation went okay. Sticky-messy, but little pain and no bleeding. So, fate had slipped me a teaser in there? Something to get me feeling optimistic, before the storm, perhaps? Or am I being too pessimistic? Mmm! Ah, well, I did the cleaning up, returned to fetch the now almost cold mug of tea, and got the computer on to update the Thursday blog. Which was far too long and took me five hours to complete. But, it was yet another of those Thursdays. A stomach-in-knots, tenterhook-lingering, in-a-tizzy, frustrating, delirium producing days, that went on and on with its let-downs and failures, until I lost the will to carry on! Hence my attitude when I woke up this morning, I suppose.

It’s the onslaught of the ailments, ticker-change to mechanical, ulcers, arthritis, getting shot, the stroke, old age. Senility and suffering days like the last few etc. that has turned me into the poltroon, nervous confident-less-wreck, misanthrope, worrier and prophet of doom I am today. Hey-Ho! Just thought I’d mention it. I left out losing my memory and mind. Back to the diary, I wandered off there again. Fool!

WD 60.25.0 Despite the best efforts of Mr (overpaid for the skills he hasn’t got) Fries best efforts…

Virg D brown

I got the updating finished and posted off to WordPress.Went on TFZer Facebooking. Viewed the WP Reader, and had a wee-wee of record length. No, it was! It began unwillingly and hurtfully dribbled for a couple of seconds, then gained momentum and flowed forcefully for… I don’t know how long, but it felt like five-minutes or more! Ah,-well, it made for a change!

5Fri03I made brew watched U-Tube while I drank it, with a few orange chocolate digestive bikkies.

WDPH01LThe ablutions next. And a jolly decent effort it was too! The dropsies were only about six in total. (The neurotransmitter transmissions to the brain of my synapse nerve contacting, were really the best they have been for days – of course, it didn’t last long, but was much appreciated while it lasted! [Yee-Haa!]) The sock-glide battle was injury-free! The medicating was painless, and the bleeding was to a minimum. It seemed to be going well, all foreign to me, I was a bit worried!

I got the black bags, recycling materials and glass jars sorted for taking down with me. I checked and rechecked, then checked again, to make sure I had left everything safe, and had taken all the things needed for my bus ride to the shopping (And boy, did I do some!) trip to Arnold. I hate this dithering and procrastinating undecidedness, but that’s how it is nowadays! 

5Fri007cI opted to get the handwashing done, to avoid the need when I got back from the shopping. My EQ told me (and it was right) that I would be too done-in and shattered to do it then! So, it was done, wrung and hung to dry. A bit like I felt, Hehehe!

Jacket on, keys, bus-pass, cash card, money, crossword book, pen, etc. checked, bags balanced on the trolley-walker and I set off. Putting the bags down the waste-chute, a feeling, a nagging doubt that I had disremembered something, but could not bring it to mind. Very agrannoying!

Down in the lift, plenty of the sprinkler fitters about, I hope the elevators don’t go down again. Out to take the glass jars, to put them with the hundreds of empty alcoholic bottles in the green bin (Touch of jealousy here, Hehe!), and the recycling bag in the big container. The rain started to fall as I went back into the foyer.

WD 60.25.0 Innit marvellous?3Wed11 I’ve been forced to stay indoors for six days, waiting, stewing, impatiently, forever feeling iller as time went by. For the Top Three Pharmacies in Nottingham, The Carrington Pharmacy,  343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, 5 days for their overdue delivery of my prescriptions, without my beta-blockers and painkilling Codeine 30g medications, and the first time I can get out – it rains for the first time in six days!

Lucky bugger, I am!

I made my way through the link-passageway into the warmth of Windwood Court, very welcoming having a heated communal place, lovely! Called at the Obergruppenführeresses Wardens interrogation and strip-search room. Haha! We had a natter, and the nibbles and treats were handed out.

WDP 2019B01WD 60.25.0 As I was leaving, the ‘Something missing or not done’ problem was solved! I realised I had not got my mobile phone or camera with me. Crabs and Grobblecraps! So, back through to Woodthorpe Court. Up the elevator and in the flat, to collect the items forgotten by the senile elderly resident.

5Fri08Back down the same route in reverse, with a few words of self-condemnation, and thought Winwood into Winchester Court. I noticed through the window that the rain was now a lot worse.

(Well, it would be, of course, I was about to leave to catch the bus! Humph!)

A group of reprobates, no, I mean residents had gathered in the Winchester foyer, keeping dry while waiting for the bus to arrive. I had a great laugh and natter and immediately found myself cheered up. I handed out some nibbles, as the bus arrived. A sort of, a slow-motion stampede of residents, walker-guides and sticks cluttered our way out to the bus shelter. Getting well soaked through before we reached the cover under the plastic shelter, then jostled for a dry spot to stand, Hahaha! The City bus came first, and I got on the Bestwood bound one, with about six fellow-Winwoodonians.

They all got off in Sherwood, and I was the last one left on the bus. Which soon picked up more passengers en route. I got involved in the crosswording en route, with a small degree of success as well. Smug-Mode-Engaged! Along with several others, I got off on High Street and endured the shoulder charging battle to get to the pelican crossing lights first, to get out of the rain quickerer. I got there last, of course.

5Fri11I hobbled along Front Street in the rain, slowly getting the clothes soaked a little more, and somehow the precipitation had found its way into my left shoe as limped along? Surely this shoe can’t be leaking? It’s only about the third time I’ve worn them from new. Knowing my luck, I wondered why I thought that!

I had the shopping all planned. Savers, check on cleaning things prices, then Boyes next door for over the counter medications if a good price, Germolene etc.. Iceland for the tinned potatoes. Boots for the Co-Codamol, Fulton Foods for a bargain hunt, then Asda for some Lemon Curd yoghourts. That’s the plan anyway!

WD 60.25.0 Saver Store: I got to the Savers store. They had Germolen at £1, A Floella orange and lime disinfectant 99p, Deo fab at 99p and a lemon Loo-Phoo at 89p. At the checkout, I had a Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun attack. The lady serving me was patient bless her.

WD 60.25.0 Boyes: A roll of small waste bags £1, Neutrodol spray at £1, Lavender Dettol £2, Foot spray £1, Yardley lemon-scented soap bar £1.25 and a Zoflora lemon disinfectant. I even had a funny turn at there checkout? But far less embarrassing.

I came out and the rain had, lessened to a drizzle. I got in a doorway and spread the load out to even the balance, using a carrier bag, the basket on the trolley, and the bag.

WD 60.25.0 On the way to Iceland, Saccades Sandra forced me to stop for a while until she cleared, so I could see correctly. A bit unnerving. Into the shop, got two tins of the new potatoes, a bag of wholemeal sliced cobs, pork & pickle mini pies and a pack of cooked meat off-cuts.

Now I was struggling to get everything in the available bags etc., so thought I hope that Fulton’s do not have any bargains really, cause I’ll not be able to resist them and be in a right state carrying them, but knowing me. Haha!

Into Boots to the counter and asked for some Co-Codamol. I explained why I needed them, as a safeguard in case the chemist lets me down again. After a five-minute lecture on not taking them for any more than three days and various advice, she let me have a box. £3.79.

5Fri12Fulton Foods: Oh dear, they had some pull-top opening garden peas. I just had to get some. Tsk! I got some Galaxy darker-milk chocolate, and a 1litre bottle of white vinegar for cleaning.

There were no funnies at the checkout.

5Fri10I had to do a bit of quick thinking then. The L9 bus was due in twenty-minutes. Asda, across the road, me wanting some Lemon Curd yoghourt, but would I get them in time to catch the bus? I hastened to the store, as the rain got a little more substantial.

Asda: Got inside and straight to the dairy 5Fri23shelves, but could not see any lemon yoghourt whatsoever? No staff around to ask. I decided to leave it. But spotted they had some rather temptingly delicious-looking blood orange dark chocolate bars, so I grabbed one and made my way to the self serve tills. I paid up and shot out as fast as my little, plump, hairy legs would let me! Up the hill to the bus stop. Where, a shoulder charging, a tut-tutting gang of people were shouldering for a position under the shelter to keep out of the rain. I didn’t take part, too risky!

WDP 03L5Fri017WD 60.25.0 A couple of busses arrived, and this cleared a gap for me under the shelter. And this is where an overgrown old man, nearly cried! Sob! I realised that in my rush not to miss the bus, I’d not collected my change for the orange bar, from the Asda till! Humph! So, I opened the bar and ate some of it! Well, I say some of it… erm… most of it. It was delicious, but me not picking up my change, took the edge off of the flavour a smidge!

WD 60.25.0 When the L9 arrived, late, getting me, the trolley-guide, two bags of shopping and the full-of-foods basket on top, was a work of art, although not quickly done. The highlight of the incident was the laughter it brought from the other passengers! Hahaha! It appears I had accidentally taken some pictures throughout the trip, these are they, that I cannot recall taking: One, possibly in Asda although I can’t remember taking the camera out in there? The other obviously on the bus, maybe in Sherwood when I took the intended one of the rain on the way back?

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This one I meant to take. Just before we arrived in Sherwood, just past the hospital on Edwards Lane, it was.

In Sherwood, I expected the bus to pick-up some of the Winwoodonians, but nobody from the flats got on. They must have got home early to avoid the weather? I don’t blame em!

WD 60.25.0a  I got off the bus at the flats. My struggle to get the trolley down off of the step of the bus and the lid fell off from my little basket, instigated much hilarity from the other tenants waiting to get on the bus.

Anything to amuse. That’s me. Hehe!

5Fri16I made straight back to the flat. And, oddly enough, as I struggled to get the trolley through the door, the little grey lid shot off again. I think it might have to go? I detached the wire basket, emptied the trolley bag and got all the things into the kitchen. Got them all stored away, found the receipts and put them near the computer for taking details from in the morning. For I sure was too tired to be up to doing do any computerisationing now.

5Fri22I put the tablets away, after having a peek at the two-sided advice leaflet: Note please, I said a peek at, they were far too small to read. Harumph! Then I set about making a meal of monumental proportions. I don’t know why I do this? There never a cat-in-hells chance that I could eat it all! Wot a plonka!

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I went fro a wash and polish-up. The little hobble had done the legs some good, I think.

5Fri21

I got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some TV. Over the next hour, the landline flashed twice. But both times it had stopped before I could get to it. Humph!

But the Arthur Itis knees and Back-Pain-Brenda gave me hardly any bother at all. Some other good benefit, come from the hobble?

I soon nodded of after the second call, and had a long kip!

I fank You!

 

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 15th January 2020: Medications arrived – five days late!

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Wednesday 15th January 2020

Swahili: Jumatano Tarehe 15 Januari 2020

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WDPH01L423:40hrs: After failing to get back to sleep in hopes of returning to a fantastic dream I was having, I gave up trying to get any meaningful sleep in. I kick-started the stubbornly reluctant brain into a semi-working state and thought-through the upcoming day’s conditions, needs, prospects, and fears. The stomach pains were still with me, but nowhere near as bad as they were last night. The strange stabbing pains in the right knee will be tested when I escape the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner.

WD 0.0.135 The serious stuff needed sorting, as best I could anyway. I wrote down these reminders as they came to mind on the pad where last night, I had scribbled notes about the dream, cause I saw the funny side of things for the first time for ages;

  • The talk with the Bank Manager. Today’s Prospects of achieving: 0%
  • Will the prescriptions that Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA arrive this Wednesday; after they have left me with no medications for four days now, in a panic! Today’s Prospects of achieving: 40%
  • Will the peripheral neuropathy right knee’s new pains probably caused by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA failure to deliver my prescriptions that forced me to take some older out of date tablets, let me walk this morning? I’ll find out in a few minutes. Today’s Prospects of achieving: 15%
  • Will the newly formed stomach pains, probably caused by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA failure to deliver my prescriptions that forced me to take some older out of date tablets, be as bad again? Today’s Prospects of much agony: 100%
  • Might I manage a Porcelain Throne evacuation today, that will be painless and bloodless? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 45%.
  • Can this day be a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance-free one? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 50% 
  • Will any toe-stubbings take place? Prospects of achieving: 90%.
  • Is there any chance of having a Dizzy Dennis-free day? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 0%.
  • Will I get to see the Doctor at last today? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 10%. The 10-percent is just in case the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, do make the delivery of my medications (Miracles I can still hope for!), albeit four days late! Swine! Not that it matters if the kneecap will not let me walk anyway. Pissed-off? Me?
  • I must catch-up on the handwashing. Today’s Prospects of achieving: 60%
  • Will the dreaded ‘Hum’ all around the flat give me rest today? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 0%.
  • Free-myself of insanity, despair, worry, or fear? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 0%

Well, writing this cheered me up.

WDP 13dLThe bête noire of removing my bloated, blubbery, bulky, beetling-bellied body from the recliner, was done with a certain amount of nervousness and tension, as I rose to my feet, to test out the knee-cap. I grabbed the walking stick, and gingerly took a few paces… Ah, obviously, Arthur Itis is going to give me some pain, but it was not too bad at all! Off to the kitchen, I hobbled, with a Smug-Mode developing. Haha!

WD 0.0.135 Shaking Shaun, along with Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald toyed with me, as I made a brew and sorted through the medical drawers in search of old tablets I could use. I managed to find two out-of-date, mind. A Ramipril (Hy3Wed05pertension Herbert),  and a loose yellow capsule, I think was a Lansoprazole (Duodenal Donald). No Codeine 30g, Bisoprolol (Betablocker-Ticker), Atorvastatin (Liver), Furosemide (Water retention) or Ranitidine (Reflux Roger) left to use. I do hope they arrive today!

3Wed04I gave the Arthritic knees a good rubbing in of Fenbid Forte gel. They looked well filled with fluid and were not their usual pale colouring. The sesamoid bone area looked a bit inflamed, well, a lot actually? But that might be because I’d just dolloped on, and rubbed in the pain gel?

I took a couple of snaps of them. I managed with a little contortionalistical manoeuvering, to use the left hand to operate the camera, and they came out okay. The spider veins are looking artistic as well, rather Picasso style? Hehehe!

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I wonder if an art gallery might buy one? Or medical training faculty might be interested in using them? (Help yourself!) Maybe I could send one to the people who may have caused this problem for me in the first place, by not delivering my prescriptions on time, four days late already; Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA! Grrr!

Even if they should thaumaturgically turn up with my life-saving medications today, and of course that in itself is not guaranteed, after all, they are not even a week late with them yet, I will forever hold it against them for the suffering they have made me go through! The ticker is going like the clappers at this moment and giving a dull pain. If I 3Wed012acroak-out before the beta-blocker tablets get here, I, like Harry Houdini, the Hungarian-born American illusionist and stunt performer, would love to come back and get my revenge! Mind you, he failed! Hahaha!

Enough of this Tom Foolery!

WD 0.0.135 The ‘Hum’ was getting even louder again, now! The chest pains more severe and, a tightness with it.

I pressed and got the Tuesday post finish and done with. It took a long time because I kept wandering back to the chemist fiasco each time the ticker ached, knees hurt, or I had to take great gulps of air. Thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, not supplying my medications and painkillers!

Went on the Pinterest then WordPress Reader. I tried again to use the Porcelain Throne, but no movement.

Got some bikkies, made a brew, and went on UT.

3Wed07I got the handwashing seen to, done, wrung and hung. Only a long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of socks.

WD 0.0.135A WD 0.0.135A WD 0.0.135A When I was wringing out one of the socks, the stroke-sides arm neurotransmitter failed, and the hosiery slipped from my fingers. I shot down to try and catch it, missed it, picked it up, and, I’m afraid that I clouted the back of my head, and got the dizzies at the same time… grabbed for the stick and belted my elbow on the edge of the draining board and dropped the stick!  It made me blink!

Quite a feat really, three-in-one, even for me! Snicker!

Then, I went to get the ablutionisationing done. And things went almost accident-free! The Porcelain Throne was utilised first to try and push the overdue evacuation that just has to be building up in the innards, and hey presto, a ton-and-a-half removal! Hahaha! Well, it felt like it! No bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids either! (Is my luck changing, getting better? [Don’t ask stupid questions Inchcock])

No cuts shaving or doing the teggies. Fair enough, a few dropsies, toothbrush (2), the can of foam, the carbolic soap, and razors (3), but this is par for the course and not excessive by any means.

All in all, the actual washing was all done safely. Although it helped the injury free period, by my not using the infamous finger-chewing sock-glide. With staying in, well being forced to stay in by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, just because they may, might and possibly could be going to call today with the prescriptions… although they have lied before! So, I didn’t put any socks on.

The Corticosteroid, Hydrocortisone, Savlon, Anusol, Clobetasone Butyrate, Fenbid-Forte, and Varesil creams, lotions, gels and potions were applied to the many ailing parts of my decaying overweight flabby body. The ear canals were olive-oiled, the eye-wash used, and then I’d got the full medicationalisticalisationing process completed. The eau-de-toilette WDP 02lband Brute sprinkled about.

WD 0.0.135A Moving the shower chair and glide back into the wet room afterwards, I got them where I wanted them, and turning around, I gave myself a toe-stubbing, of singularly acute quality, pain-wise! Argh! All dressed and got the black bags taken to the waste chute and back before 09:00hrs. Just so as not to miss, although it may prove fictitious yet, the arrival of the medications? Now the waiting game… Will Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA arrived as promised? Will it be early or 22:00hrs? Will they have everything on the prescription? Will I still be alive when they get here? Who knows?

I went on the TFZer Facebooking page for a while. But it became several hours as I wallowed in enjoyable communicationalisationing with the TFZers.

It got even betterer in between. Gaynor ♥ sent me a message asking how I was going with the medicationalistic problem, supplied to me so kindly by the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA not delivering the monthly prescriptions. She patiently asked for details and offered to call the chemist for me, to make sure when they would be delivered for me. I gave her the wrong number, and she had to message back to get the right telephone digits. Then later, she contacted me to tell me that the offending Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, had told her they ‘should’ be delivered, twixt 15>16:00hrs. That was kind and sweet of her to help[ me out! ♥

Then it was time to get some graphics started on CorelDraw. (After making another brew of tea, of course). Not long now to get anything done graphically speaking, but I’ll do my damndest!

The blokes doing the drilling on the fire sprinklers and the oh, so loud ‘Hum’ are competing to see which annoy me most!

The intercom flashed, and a young lady from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, was admitted.

The poor gal looked terribly guilt-ridden as she handed over a parcel of prescription medications. I forced as pleasant as I could manage ‘Thank You’ and she was off like a bolt of lightning. The delay that left me medication-less was not her fault I imagine.

 So, it was now an hour beyond my usual head-down time. The ticker was racing away. I felt tired and confused, and Dizzy Dennis has just kicked-off!

WD 0.0.135 I think I went into one of my ‘No-idea-what’s-happening-nor-care’ modes. I really do hate these! Moments, minute or hours are lost to the memory at times, with me not having the foggiest idea of what had taken place. Fortunately, it only lasted, I think anyway, for half-an-hour or so. No idea what I was doing.

3Wed15I got the pan of baked beans and added some of the tikka things to it. No, chicken satay, I pulled them off the sticks and added them to the beans.

I enjoyed this quick, simple meal. Flavour rated at 6.5/10.

Got the pots in the bowl to soak, and got my head down.

I assumed, well believed, there was some valid reason for my only taking the Warfarin tablets and not anything else? I’m sure it made sense at the time.

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 14th January 2020: Farcicalisticalness!

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Tuesday 14th January 2020

Maori: Rātapu 14 Hanuere 2020

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WDP 08R02aWD 0.0.255 2 23:25hrs: I bestirred reluctantly and was feeling terribly depressed, confused, and uncomfortably disorientated. The immediate problem was my uncertainty of whether or not I had really lost the blister-pack of medications. How had I got things so wrong as to run-out of beta-blockers, water-tablets, and Simvastatin amongst other important tablets?  A lack of self-confidence and self-hatred came through to join the worries and fears for me to stew over. I actually felt sick, not physically, but inside. No help yet either, and this after two tablet-less days!

I’ll try Warden Deana again later, she did tell me to call around 09:00hrs, so she could ring the bank with me present. She said she’d phone the chemist for me later when the shop opened. But I have heard nothing. I believe she is having to work at another block of NCH flats as cover, so she’ll be up to her neck in it.

I need to know about the prescription and take action to get some more urgently. I’m so sorry it’s a dismal start to the diary, but I’m pretty depressed about how life is at the moment. I’ll try to lighten it up from here on, no promises, mind. Hehe!

The usual summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, which helped me snap out of the Self-Pity-Mode. Getting my ever-more-wobbly body from the £300, second-hand c1968 recliner was of little bother. Keeping my balance on the gentle trot to the Throne, was more difficult, thanks to Dizzy Dennis’s ministrations, which stayed for during this time. The evacuation was messy, but minimal bleeding anywhere. And it seemed to be a lot less in volume.

WDPright02WD 0.0.255 2 I cleaned up and then limped to the kitchen. Put the kettle on, and searched around again, hoping tp mysteriously find a blister pack of medications, but after half-an-hour, mostly searching in places that had already been perused, I’d had no luck. Depressionalisticalness moved to Defcon Three! I reheated the kettle and made a brew, and took some of the out-of-date tablets I’d found at the bottom of the drawer. I had Warfarin in stock, though, at least.

It was a sad figure that got to the computer to start the updating of the Sunday blog. There was a mixed bag of feelings clinging to me; fear, self-loathing, resentment, sadness, self-contempt, anxiety, confusion, and probably the strongest one, was of awkward helplessness. Depressionalisticalness moved to Defcon Two & three-quarters! Hehe!

I got the blog finished off and sent it to WordPress. During this time, I only needed three wee-wees. Smug-Mode nearly adopted, but I knew better! My EQ told me not to get too expectant of anything to go right – which really cheered me up. Tsk!

Off to make another brew, Glenghettie Gold this time. The innards rumbled threateningly while I was making the mug of Britain’s finest commonly available tea. On a par with black Glenghettie and Thompsons Punjana. All have different taste qualities. The Gold is strong and tasty with it. Straight black Glengettie, viciously strong, wonderful. The Thompsons Punjani just as tasty, but a tad less strong. Compared to the Twinings… What in heavens am I doing? Advertising teas! Shows the state of my warped, disintegrating mind, dunnit?

WDP10L04RLWD 0.0.255 2 Within a few minutes of my being back at the computer, with but a few key-presses achieved…

Dangwangles, damn and blast the duplicitous, unreliable, crap, pathetic Liberty-Global and overpaid, bully, plutomaniac, greedy-con-man Fries!

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So, I had to work on CorelDraw, until the internet connection returned. Had a wee-wee, all the few of then, this was only the forth, were of the BOTTTFA (Blasting-Out-Then-Trickling-For-Ages) mode! The GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) was about a third-full already?

I sent some photos to Pinterest and went on the WordPress Reader. Then the TFZer Facebooking session. Then making yet another mug of tea (Today’s thirst for tea, is most voracious?), I took this snap of the moon and sky; it looks like it had been painted. The only clouds in view were a few lingering just above the planet.

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I had some bikkies with the Thompsons tea. McVities orange chocolate digestives, well dunked. Haha! After they were enjoyed and imbibed, it was ablutionalisationing time.

WDP 20194And despite the rumbling innards, it was a most decent session. The dropsies were no more than four, no shaving cuts, toe-stubbings, or banging into or knocking anything over. Why even the sock-glide battle failed to produce any blood-blisters, bruises or blood! The EQ warned me not to get too excited, though? This brought the Panic-Depression-Defcon back to Three. Hehehe!

The noise from the ‘Hum’ seemed a little lower, I thought. Then as I got in the wet room, the racket from the Marlow Fire & Security Workmen kicked off. I reckon the yare getting closer than ever now, I could hear them while I was under the noisy shower without any hearing aids in!

2Tue04aThe pins looked pretty good, got some colour back as well. Fair enough, they are a little fluid retaining at the moment.

WD 0.0.255 2 But that is the fault of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA. If anyone would care to visit them to tell them off for not delivering my prescription Medications and leaving me with a three-day period of not having tablets and medicines I need, for the ticker (Bisoprolol), depression (Esketamine) duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis (Codeine 30g – Phorpain Gel), etc.. Oh, and if you can give the uncaring swines a taste of your knuckles, I’d much appreciate it. Thanks!

I applied the last of the Phorpain Gel, Germaloid cream, Clobetasone cream, Corticosteroid cream, Daktacort lotion, and Clopidogrel ketoconazole. Olive-oiled the ear-holes, and had another wee-wee.

Deana was, as I expected, at another block of flats yesterday, so she could not let know. But the Chemist told her they have no one to deliver anything until Wednesday. But I can go and fetch the medications myself. That was nice of her! Wasn’t it? I decided to catch the bus down into Sherwood, try to talk to someone in the bank, then hobble into Carrington, make an appointment at the Doctors surgery, call in and moan to the crap Chemist, and pick up the prescription and visit the nearby Lidl store to get some bread. Then I got myself dressed up warmly and took the black2Tue05 bags to the waste chute on the way out. I’ll see ILC, Ballet-Dancer, Hauptsturmfuhreress Warden Deana, to see if she had found anything out from the Chemist or Bank from me.

Dropped off the bags and down on the elevator. This warning sign was in the wall of the lift, from the Marlowe gang and Nottingham City Homes.

It’s all go here!

2Tue06I plodded through the link-corridor into Winwood Court and made my way to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) Interrogation and Body Search Office. All three gals were in there today.

I decided I had no choice if wanted the medications, but to catch the bus down into Sherwood, try to talk to someone in the bank, then hobble into Carrington, make an appointment at the Doctors surgery, call in and moan to the crap Chemist, and pick up the prescription and visit the nearby Lidl store to get some bread. This could be painful, uncomfortable, and I’ll likely get caught in the forecasted heavy rain and die of pneumonia! Humph! Still, that’ll please the Pharmacist, Doctor, and Chiropodist!

WDP 10LWD 0.0.255 2 I said my farewells and made it to the bus stop. Betty was there, and we started to have a natter and nibble, during which a violent pain emanated from the lower abdomen, abdominal area. It was so bad, I immediately told Bet I wasn’t feeling well and returned back to the flat, ASAP. I feared perhaps a massive accident might take place from the rear-end quarters. But had to stop occasionally as the stabbing pains got worse. As I hurried and repeatedly stopped, back to the apartment, I wondered if the out of date medications the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, had forced me to take by failing to deliver the new prescriptions, had caused something to go wrong? I got to the flat and left the three-wheeler outside and fumbled my way in and to the Porcelain Throne. But nothing happened, although the pain eased-off after five minutes or so? But the pain is still with me now, just not so bad.

WDP 10R02LWD 0.0.255 2 Then, as I got up to wash and fetch the trolley inside, a sharp fracture-like pain came from the bottom of Arthur Itis’s patellar, and that is still giving me hell, on and off. I just can’t walk or even stand on it when it’s playing up. There’s no bruising, it doesn’t hurt when I apply pressure either. And the other mystery, the innards have now turned to a rumbling ache, well that’s the best I can explain it. The pain under the knee that comes and goes is the main worry now. But of course, tomorrow I have to stay in all day, just in case the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA decide to deliver me my medications? Pissed-off now to Defcon Two-level!

I started to update this blog, and Jenny rang me to tell me the window cleaner might call in the morning, bless her cotton socks. I’m afraid at the moment she rang, I was suffering,  with the sharp knee-stabs, so I couldn’t really have the natter I would have liked to.

I purposely got myself up to have a hobble-about with the four-pronged stick, to see how the knee reacted, this time. It didn’t seem so bad, just the occasional stab on the way to make a brew. But coming back, it returned to a full-time problem? The innards low down were rumbling and stinging at the same time.

I suppose it’s a good job that I didn’t go out then.

I decided to do a Morrison order, just in case things go ape-shit with the intestines and knee. So I did! Hehe! Made it for Thursday 06:00 > 07:00hrs.

I wonder if I can sue the chemist? A touch of guilt over my attitude to the Chemist came over me. Come think about it, I am not aware of why things have gone ape-shit over the medications. There may have been an illness, accident, or death, anything that might have contributed to their failure to deliver? I’ll humbly take back the insults and sarcasm I’ve made – until I find out what the cause was. Shame deepens!

Got the nosh cooking, but not sure if its a good idea with the innards in this state. Oh, dearie me! Fish and potatoes, peas, and mushrooms were eaten slowly. The masticationalisationing was well-done.

When I took the pots to be washed, the knee was considerably less bothersome overall, but an occasional ‘Stop-you-in-your-tracks’ twinge was there. The stomach was continually churning gently, but no signs yet of any movement being needed. If it is brewing up, I hope it doesn’t suddenly catch me out! I’m sure there will soon be an evacuation required eventually, and I am nervous of what shape and form it will come in. Haha! Hopefully not a bloodied, ‘wait-an-hour’ for the action to start, then regret that it did mode! But, all the signs are indicating it will be.

Too unwell to even think about doing the handwashing. The mess is building up in the kitchen, but the means of sorting it are not available to me at the moment. Did the washing of the pots and pans etc. then got a bottle of orange juice and settled in the recliner to watch some TV. Hoping the pains and pangs will be less bothersome. And they did ease off after I got viewing!

But I soon found I was drifting-off and waking repeatedly. Each time, wondering where I was and what time it was when I awoke! Tsk! By the time my brain had got around to trying to sort out anything, I’d nod-off again, usually waking up again within a few minutes and going through the ‘Who am I, what day is it’ routine.

I must have stayed asleep for a while, enough to have a dream anyway, and it seemed so real, too. (How long does it take to have a dream?) I woke up and was in the bedroom of 6, Brookfield Place, (c1955), and a child again. But I woke up in the cream, knowing it was not real and aware of all the disasters I had to face all over again. The unheated bedroom had ice and frost on it, and the soot-covered railway viaduct wall was visible… I floated out through the wall and flew around the back yard, the bathtub hanging on the wall, Dad’s home-made cobbling bench, the row of outside toilets and coal-houses, Christine Wright, and her mam and dad, with Rover, their dog, in deckchairs sunbathing in the snow?

Unhappily, I woke at this stage and somehow managed to scribble some notes on the pad about this dream… while the intestine pains increased, and reality returned. Sadly!

The kip and wake continued, but I could not get back to the dream.

I gave up trying to sleep and gingerly rose out of the recliner.

Ah, well!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 12th January 2020: A querulous, unsettling day.

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Sunday 12th January 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sul 12fed Ionawr 2020

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23:00hrs: I woke, with a frustrationalisticness, due to my not being able to recall the dream I’d been having, but had the idea that I wanted to, so I could mention it on this blog. Ah, well, no idea what it was about!

I lay for a short while, considering my few remaining options in life. My bucket list, and needs, hopes and inspirations. Plans for the future. Desires and needs! This took me about two minutes!

I began to reluctantly wrench out my dilapidated, somewhat flabby-bellied body from the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner. Arthur Itis immediately complained in his usual fashion and stung me with some pain-giving twinges. I got up into a semi-perpendicular stance, grabbed the stick, and hobbled into the kitchen to put the kettle on.

WD 0.0.135 As soon as I pressed the power button, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, urgently! Again, it was a close call getting there in time, and what a session this was! Bloody, messy and most uncomfortable. For a description of the evacuated dollop, think a torpedo-shaped long bale of hay! Cricky, I’m glad now that I didn’t eat much of last night’s meal! I might stil7Sun06l be sat on the Throne now if I had! Certain areas needed sanitising and medicating, with TLC! Had a wash and back to make the brew.

With the struggle in passing, I mixed a sachet of the Macrogol first.

7Sun07Then made the brew and took the medications.

To the computer, and started things off with the updating of Saturday post.

As I began typing, a few things became apparent to me. Saccades Sandra was going to give 7Sun04me some hassle. Duodenal Donald was stabbing at me. And I had some new growths to join the old one, on the right hand! They came out almost orange in the photograph? Not a lot surprised me nowadays with the ever-changing ailments. But this did.

The updating took less time than usual, as I had condensed things, in an effort to spend less time on the computer, and get some cleaning up done and much needed rest. I got it finished and posted off. Then went to make another mug of tea. As well as the photo above, I took a couple of pictures of the view from the unwanted, light & view-blocking new windows.

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The first one through the opened window, the second from inside. As the rain was soaking me through with the window open.

WD 0.0.135 Back to the computer and…

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The wee-wees had been persistent all morning, so I went for yet another. Most of them were in the LBRWS (Long-But-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) mode.

While waiting for Liberty-Global Virgin Media to return on-line, I went to tidy up the kitchen (Gawd, it needed it!) and make yet another drink.

7Sun08WD 0.0.135 I went to get out next weeks medicine tray and realised that there wasn’t one, I’d just used up my entire supply? I rather hope the new ones will be delivered today!

Life is something that tests one’s patience, especially people like medical patients! Haha!

Back to the computer, and Liberty-Global internet was back on, but fluctuating between slow and dead-slow, now!

WD 0.0.135 I went on the WordPress Reader. Then posted some Pinterest photographs. And yet another urgent calling to the Porcelain Throne arrived. This time it 7Sun05was an even-closer shave to making it to the seat in time! I took a very poor, although I didn’t realise it at the time, snap of the knees. With Arthur Itis giving me such bother, I expected they would be all bloated and warped, but no, they seemed okay to me? Hey-ho!

I made a start on this blog for a while (with many wee-wee and Saccades Sandra delays). Then decided to try to write an ode I’d been thinking of while doing this blog, but had forgotten what it was about! Humph!

7Sun10aI was suddenly hungering and hankering for something to eat for brekkers. I made a mug of Thompsons best tea and had a packet of salt & vinegar Chipsticks, the last jam tart and a bar of orange club biscuit! Followed with a few cashew nuts. But not a lot!

Then decided to get the ablutions done, as it was gone the witching-hour of 08:00hrs. I had a change of plans (I’m well-known for this, you know, Hehe!) and decided to take the black bags to the chute.  Then down with the recyclable carrier and carrier of glass for the small bin. I chanced to take them down, using just the walking stick.

WDP 2019a2WD 0.0.135A And I was doing well until I got into the three flats hallway and a visit from Dizzy Dennis was suffered. I didn’t go down or anything dangerous, but I did drop the bag of empty glass jars and bottles! None broke either, but the noise they made, has most likely made me as popular with the other tenants, as Nigel Farage would be at the Liberal Party Conference! Humph!

WDP 003lWD 0.0.135 I pointlessly whispered an “I’m sorry!” And carried on into the lift and down and outside with the bags. It dawned on me; I had not taken the two black bags to the chute! It was raining and windy out there, so I got the job done as quickly as I could to avoid getting soaked and returned to Woodthorpe Court with the rubbish-bags. Remembering this time, to deposit the black bags in the waste chute, and avoid clouting my head on the lid this time. Which I did! Smug-Mode Adopted!

WDP 0027Sun14WD 0.0.135WD 0.0.135A Back to the flat, and tackled the ablutionalisational duties. A few dropsies and it went pretty well for me until it came to the dreaded Sock-Glide Battle. Two trapped fingers, on for each sock, both forced me into a 7Sun13quietly uttered few words of an intemperate nature. I also noted while in the shower, (apart from not, I say Not, dropping the soap or showerhead), that the tiles on the wall were getting a tad grimy looking.

The pins had changed a little. The ankle swelling had gone down a lot.

Signs of Venous Insufficiency, and spider, femoral veins were slowly coming back a little more prominently.

Thankfully, Arthur Itis was seemingly easing off somewhat too.

7Sun15WDP 02lbWD 0.0.135 So I got out the Mildew and Mould sprays and created a cunning plan! Oh, yes! I would sit on the shower stool and reach down to the lower tiles, and stand on it, to reach the higher ones. Good eh? The very moment I hit the floor after falling out of the chair, I knew this was not going to work after all! I struggled back on my feet and applied some Phorpain Gel on the elbow and shin. Buenos Dias! Int’ life a gas? Hehehe! I withdrew from the Mildew-removal activities area, and guess what?

WD 0.0.135 Porcelain Throne duties No.3 were needed! A good job I was so close to the WC bowl, as things moved along fast and almost caught me out again, a sort of self-starting and finish when the innards felt they were ready to, session! However, a third-variety of evacuation followed. No bleeding from anywhere, very little pain, the enormity of the released product seemed less this time. It’s a busy day for a Sunday!

The rain seemed to have stopped, but the sun was in and out a bit regular, so I left the lights on. I nipped out quickly (quickly, hahaha!), to go on the rooftop of Winwood Court, to try and catch some photographs while the sun was shining.

WDP Dec 26bWD 0.0.135 Huh! another change of plans. I just remembered that I have no tablets left! So I rang the Pharmacy, without realising it was ‘Sunday’, what an idiot! I’ve got enough Warfarin and Simvastatin for today, but desperately short of Codeine. So, somehow tomorrow, I’ve got to call the chemist and find out what’s happening, and also see the Bank Manager. Hang on, there’s Mo’s funeral to go to on Monday! I’m getting all confused, sad, and going on a downer now!

7Sun16Still, Josie’s nosh to be prepared yet. How can one go from so high to so low in an instant? I’d better make a start. I noticed while getting Josie’s nosh prepared, that the odd orangey-red marks on the right hand had disappeared or dissipated altogether? But the two older scars 7Sun17were still there? I baked on smoked haddock-cheese and potato rissole a little longer today. Put some of the Tuna with mayonnaise and sweetcorn on for another trial for her. Sliced tomato, mushrooms and garden peas. A can of Gin & Tonic, and a limoncello dessert top round it off. Makes it a bit of a change for her to try. I hope she likes the new stuff. I delivered it spot on the usual time, as anyone who is a personal chef should do. Hehe!

7Sun18I got back inside, and Shaking Shaun had a go at me. Left me in a bit of a dodgy condition as I plated my own nosh, Dizzy Dennis joined in the ‘Let’s-get-at-Inchcock’ session.

To be frank, memories after this part of the day, do not exist. But I woke later in the evening, panicking.

Inchcock – Friday 10th January 2020:

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Friday 10th January 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Január 10, Péntek

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22:30hrs: I woke up, already concentrating on what will most likely, be my longest-ever updating session. Yesterday’s events will take a lot of sorting out. I took a few photographs and xyrophobia-suffering, flat-burglar,  brother-in-Law Pete, with his Galaxy S10+Fold, which increases the storage to 1TB. That operates as a normal smartphone until you open it, at which point it becomes a small tablet. A snip at £1514.4921, took the other photo’s at his mansion and sent them to me via email, to use.

WD 60.25.0 With my concentration so bad at the moment, all I need is any of the following to kick-off: Saccades Sandra, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun or Neuropathic Nigel’s neurotransmitter failure to start, and it may never get finished. My Koyaanisqatsi, lack of proper education and knaifatic upbringing is handicap enough on there own, without the unwanted or asked for ailments helping. Humph!

5Fri01I made a start on the updating as soon as I’d had made a tasty cuppa of Glennghettie tea, wash and took the medications.

I took a very shaky photo through the kitchen door facing the unwanted, new, light and view-blocking window cannot get to clean, windows. The shakes and twitching nerve transmissions are now really getting to me, as they have made my holding the camera steady enough to t a take any worthy, semi-clear shots are so annoying.

4Thu19WD 60.25.0 In between having many mugs of tea, consultations with the notes I made, and Dizzy Dennis visits, it took me until gone 09:00hrs to get the post finished and posted off! Yes, a total of over ten hours! Such is my ridiculous circumspection and lack of control of mind and body! I fear I might have to finish doing the Inchcock Today’s, and I love doing them to try and cheer folks up.

WD 60.25.0 I am in a right pickle now. Drained and shaky. But something has to be done, or help found. I might just do the odd ode now and then, instead. Saccades Sandra didn’t help things today, she had me with double-vision. Causing me to do more correctionalisationing that typing! I am sad, undecided person. Unwashed and feeling despondent and so tired-out. Depressed beyond my own belief!

Gawd, reading this makes me feel a right sad moaning Git! However, I tried to pull around and pressed on sending some pictures to Pinterest. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then spent far too long on my beloved TFZer Facebooking. Topped up some photo albums. My typing got even worse now!

I got some mushrooms and peas ready to warm up. I put the oven heating up too.

As I did so, the door-chimes rang out. It was the second long-sleeved brown t-shirt delivery. That the Tracker said would arrive between the 11th and 14th of the month. Somehow, I’m not surprised.

A good job I hadn’t what I had initially planned to, and gone to see the Bank Manager today. Not that I would have had the time.

Around 1400hrs, I gave up altogether, and closed it all down, and went to get something to eat, before I fell asleep. Saccades, getting worse.

4Thu18Got the nosh sorted. The place looked like a battleground by the time I’d got it served up. Dropped saucepan, spilt over bowel, scattered garden peas, blood from cutting the finger, crumbs… Humph!

Got down and ate the meal.. rating 7/10.

5Fri007cWashed the pots and did the handwashing.

Settled in the recliner and had a mind stew. I have to stop doing these dairy type things, they are just too much for me in my state.

Feeling low, unwell, undecided and decidedly down in the dumps.

Cheers, each.

Inmchcock – Thursday 9th Jan 2020: The pain, the Whoopsiedamgleplops, the Accifauxpas and getting bashed around, made this a Special Day!

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Thursday 9th January 2020

Croatian: Četvrtak, 9 Siječnja 2020. Godine

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23:25hrs: I woke up, with only one thing on my mind… I must get to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) as soon as possible! I became aware of some otalgia, as I gently rose and limped to the bucket. And as I was using it, the damned ‘Hum’ became a lot more noticeable. I had plenty of time to listen to it, mind. For the wee-wee was of the ELDWIEE (Extra-Long-Dribbling-Will-It-Ever-End) variety. It took so long, I nearly fell asleep again, stood-up weeing! Sheesh!

I then made sure the voucher and things that I could manage to get in the three-wheeler guide, were all present. Ready for my almost feard trip out, vicambulation around town, and second bus trip on to Sister Jane’s, HRH’s Mansion-Hall in West Bridgford.

4Thu01Then off to the kitchen, where the ‘Hum’ was distinctly louder. I took the medications and made a brew. Then snapped this shot from the light & view-blocking, finger trapping new window. No moon was showing this morning, and worryingly it was drizzling and windy out there today. Mmm!

I then pressed on with updating the Wednesday diary. Eventually getting it finished and going for a new brew, and yet another wee-wee They’ve been persistent this morning) Which makes me even less confident of getting myself to Jane’s without something going wrong, or it is too much for me. The EQ was trying to tell me something.

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I got the kettle on and made up a nibble tub for later in the weekend, and then made a mug of Glenghettie tea in one of the two larger China mugs.

WD 60.25.0 As I moved the mug top the tray, there was tea coming out of the mug? Also, I spotted some near where I’d poured the boiling water in? I remembered dropping this mug yesterday and feeling a little smug about it not breaking. Moments later, I could see the tea coming out of the spider-crack on the side! Ah, well! I got the other mug and transferred the tea.

Back to the computer and put a few photographs on Pinterest, then onto the TFZer Facebooking. Finally, on WordPress, then to the Porcelain Throne.

WD 60.25.0 Painful, think of large meatballs. Lots of bleeding. Say no more!

Turned everything off, and went to get the Unfortunately, a Stand-Up – too early to use the shower) ablutions tended to.

4Thu05WD 60.25.0  The session was one of more interesting (I could have used a more accurate word, but wanted to avoid using bad language. Tsk) nature. Mainly due to the dropsies, during the toe-stubbing, shaving cuts and potentially lethal Sock-Glide battle.

The dropsies included: The sink plug (now with the chain broken). The toothpaste and brush (3), mouthwash bottle, shaving foam can, razors (4), the body spray and flannel and towel (5). Followed by the Daktacort and Corticosteroid cream tubes and the PP’s.

4Thu06The sock-glide altercation was the most disturbing. I knocked it off of the seat, and it landed on the freshly stubbed on the metal support bar toe! Which left me in pain for the rest of the day.

Looking on the bright-side, after getting the socks on, the legs seemed staggeringly reasonable! Despite Arthur Itis’s bad mood with me. After getting dressed and smelling all pongy with the ‘Millionaire’, Au de Toilette spray applied, I rushed and got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

Checked the trolley bag and it was well filled with pressies and nibbles for the Royal Family (Jane and Pete) for delivery. I checked the flat, boy did I! I had a moment of… what’s the word, I know there is one, erm… Ah, gorrit. OCD, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, and must have double even treble-checked some things like taps, along with the windows, lights, cooker, etc. along with others for safety, and not being left or off wrongly. So-much-so that I really had to rush about afterwards, to get to the bus stop in time. Arthur Itis was getting worse as the day went on, and the feet joined in, both with rhadamanthine severity.

I met Cyndy in the lift, she was going down early to do some laundering (Of clothes, not money, Hehe!) and we had a lovely little natter.

WDPT05LWD 60.25.0 As I got out from the Woodthorpe Court foyer onto an unwelcome looking, dark, dank, wet, windy Chestnut Walk, I thought I’d take a couple of shots of the view towards Winchester Court flats in the murk.

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As I had a look at the photographs on the viewer, I saw that it a low-battery-sign showing! Somehow, I had put the wrong battery on charge last night! I felt a right clot! Then I realised the time! And had to almost rush to get to the bus shelter!

I was sliding all over with the trolley-walker as I went down the hill to the stop, and Arthur Itis was most displeased with me rushing, and Shaking Shaun was not too pleased either. I’m such a shmegegge, schlub and Shlimazel! But it was a good job I had got a move on because the 40 bus arrived in about a minute (07:25hrs) of me getting there. Phew!

WDP09LWD 60.25.0 I got on the bus, paid my £2.30 fare, and settled in a side-saddle seat, that was not designed for anyone to stay seated on! But that was not the worst thing about his journey. For I knew from experience, I was going to suffer getting bashed about and trod-on by the passengers as the bus filled to over-capacity.

And this is what happened! I had the trolley squashed right in between my legs, trod on, knocked about, elbowed, glared at, shoved and kicked, by the incoming army of grumpy passengers. The usual selection of them, even the ones who were standing and jostling with other mad tempered turds, had their mobiles in use. A bloke who sat in a seat next to me and was leaning against me with his excessive midriff, I could see was playing Bingo on his phone? I was so pleased when we arrived at Upper Parliament Street at last. I got off last, as is usual for me, to avoid being trampled on in the mad rush of cheerless Nottinghamians to get off!

I called in my beloved Poundland shop and ended up buying: For Jane & Pete treats to go with what was already in the trolley for them, Glue clamps, Toffiffees, Cutting blades, Mediterranian salad, Pork Farms pie, and nuts. Along with for myself, More Dettol, Germolene, toothpaste (Well, its something for the dropsies to enjoy), shaving cream, and a Toffiffee.

4Thu10I got to the self-serve tills, and the lady put the things through for me, bless her. I was soon out and back on Upper Parliament Street. I tried the camera, and it took this picture first press of the button! It looks like what it was, dark, damp and depressing. Haha!

4Thu10aI made my way to and down Clumber Street and arrived at the EE shop. But it was not open yet. So I hobbled, balancing the bag on the trolley with aplomb and style, I walked back up to the Victoria Centre (Mall), deciding to go to Tesco, to get some more treats for the Royal Family. And perhaps see if I can get a cheap camera that runs off of standard batteries. I made my way through the centre to Tesco and bought them some seaweed, puff pastry fingers and got myself some liquid soapflakes. Paid the lady, resorted the bags on the trolley, and walked back toward the top entrance.

3Wed15WD 60.25.0 Seeing an EE shop that was just opening up. So I went in to be treated like an idiot, sneered at and made most unwelcome. Four young members of staff were stood chatting and laughing with each other as I hobbled in. Obviously, I must have had an air of “You’ll not get any money from me” written all over my aged face? Because three of them all walked to the other end of the shop on my entering? The older one, presumably the manager, waited until I got to him, and finished whatever he was doing on his computer, then turned his head in my direction, and with an upward nod, said “Yea? Can I do owt for yer?” I explained about my problem with my sim-only contract phone battery dying, as to be expected after so many years, and needing a new easier to use, simpler phone to use. I was told they do not make phones any simpler than the one I had.

5Fri02WD 60.25.0 I edified him, about my physical problems and the buttons on the old phone  I’d transferred the sim card into my 20-year old phone, were very small, hard to see and use. With an audible even to me, ‘Huh’! He went to fetch some phones that he said they noo longer stock for me to look at. While showing me them, he tried to interest me in going on the EE Internet. He explained that the one handset was no better than the one I was using and had the same size buttons, the other was a lot more expensive. I declined them both, saying I’ll manage with this one, thank you.

WD 60.25.0 He was going into Defcon-three-mode. I bravely ask him if he could tell me what my current contract charges for actual calls. He got the details up on the computer. Mentioning to me as he did so, with great indifference, well he muttered it really: “I can change it to a no-limit calls contract, for the same cost… if you want me to?” “Great!” I said, showing my approval of his suggestion, as he went into Defcon-Two-Status. He did the job, and as he was computerisationing, I tried the phone, I wanted to ring Jane, but there were no numbers no the Contacts? They had not been transferred with the card. So, even after all the hassle, I could not ring her. His expert opinion when I mentioned this, of “Yer!” went unnoticed at the time, I was more worried about him falling to sleep! During the to-and-froing, I ask a whippersnapper assistant, is there any contracts that do not charge for the internet, that my mobile does not have? “Nae, it the thing nowadays, progress innit, ah fings are going!

I was not sorry at leaving the store and took a headache and modicum of frustration with me. By the time I reached the Jessop store, I’d received, well the phone had, eleven emails from EE. I’ll still not got around to reading them yet. I went into the department store, and was a little nervous, shoving the trolley-guide between all the expensive displays as I made my way to the lifts, and up to the third floor, to see if they had any of the old phones or cameras with ordinary batteries on sale.

No luck, but the gentleman assistant or manager was polite to me, explaining they are no longer made. But recommended I try the London Exchange Store in Hockley. I thanked him and departed back down and out into the central mall.

Next port of call was Thornton’s shop, in search of the chocolate wine bottles, to get one for HRH Sister Jane. But, they only had a few to choose from this year. I opted for a Chocolate two-seater sports car, thinking it might bring back memories of Pete’s TR7 he had. The girl wrote the names and Happy Birthday on it, in white icing. I also bought them a name tag, but I can’t for the life of me, remember why now? Paid the lady, and went back out onto Parliament Street.

WDPH01L1WD 60.25.0 I walked painfully now, to the bus stop for the West Bridgford 5 or 7 route. The number seven was due in two minutes; Good bit of luck here, I thought. The bus pulled up behind one at the station, the first one pulled off, and as a lady and I approached the doors of the 5 bus, the driver deliberately looked away, closed the doors and pulled off! I got so angry, and swore at the top of my voice as it drove off into the distance! A naughty ‘B’ word; and that is so out of character for me. No problem getting the next bus, but this did not go anywhere near HRH Jane’s road, and meant my poor old feet and knees would have a long trudge when I got off of the bus to reach it! Fuming I was! The crush on the 40 bus, and now this! Humph! Crabs and Grobblenerds!

The walk from Central Avenue, where I’d alighted from the bus, was taken nice and gently. Not that Arthur Itis or Foot-ache Francis appreciated it. Part-way there, and Saccades Sandra joined in the hassling. And, I was still peeved about the treatment from the buses, and EE shop. Tsk! Yet, the rain had stopped, and the wind died down a lot. By the time I arrived at the Mansion, I had lost my tempestuousness.

The HRH’s gave me a warm welcome. Which at the time, I ungraciously did not acknowledge, but I was by then in great pain with the knees and feet in particular. As I got the carrier out with their pressies in, I asked Pete not to allow me to go home without my carrier of food. Slight lack of confidence there!)

But they soon cheered me up. They had graciously put a rag over a wooden chair for me to sit on. But, with travelling back on two more buses to come yet, Arthur Itis and Haemorrhoid Harold would not appreciate me sitting down to stiffen up the knees, and compress Harold’s piles, then getting up again and going through the same on each bus!

4Thu11The Highnesses seemed happy enough to allow my standing up during the visit. Well, it saved any germs or dirt getting on the chair from my trousers!

They had just finished a gigantic jigsaw puzzle! A right whopper it was! I took this picture of it, but the camera battery died again.

Pete took the other photographs below, on his Galaxy mobile. I believe it is a Galaxy S10+Fold which has increased storage to 1TB. That operates as a normal smartphone until you open it, at which point it becomes a small tablet. A snip at £1514.50, they both have one. But, you can’t blame them, what with them having the lottery win, pools win, and being left a fortune by Pete’s unknown relative, they might as well live it up. No wonder Pete retired at 49. No jealousy from me, though. Oh, no! Hehe!

Jane gave me a pain killer. Pete’s Galaxy takes brilliant photos. Which he kindly sent to me through Email so I could use them. He said he’ll let me know the cost later.

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As you can see by the photos of the chocolate car, the lettering didn’t last long. Pete mentioned later, “Women Drivers, huh!” From the evidence and Petes email, I’ve analysed a few possible reasons for this:

  • Her or His Highness, couldn’t resist the vanilla flavoured writing?
  • Her or His Highness, were discussing money and one threw the car at the other?
  • Her or His Highness rubbed out the others name, as they were discussing Brexit, Fox hunting or Overseas Investment Opportunities?
  • Her or His Highness thought it was shaving foam?
  • Her or His Highness had lost a piece of the jigsaw?

Hehehehe! I’m losing it here!

I was soon offered a cup of tea, which I had to decline, (Which seemed to cheer them up?) with the wee-wee situation being as delicate as it is. Much chinwagging was enjoyed, and I got all excited, and contentment nearly came over me! Sadly, I had to leave earlier than I would have liked (Which also seemed to bring a smile to their faces?).

In all earnestness, I felt sad at having to go. They told me of the bus times and which one to catch to town and walked me to the door.

WD 60.25.0 I walked along the road, wobbling a bit with the trolley-walker now it was so much lighter now, crossed over the road and it dawned… I had left my bag of fooder behind after all! On my travel back to the palace, the mobile rang, it was Jane telling me I’d not taken the bag! Hehehe! They brought out the well-rooted-through carrier to me as I approached the main driveway. Smiling broadly, as I said; Pete, I’m sorry I bothered asking you to remind me about taking the bag. A laugh all round, and that parting giggling left me feeling in better spirits, even with the daunting task of using two buses was ahead of me. No wonder the walker-guide was lighter! Haha!

WDP 003hWD 60.25.0 As I was about twenty yards from getting to the bus stop, the number 5 shot by! Yet another bus-related faux pas! I still had to travel on two more yet! My EQ warned me it was not over, however. Accepting the validity of EQ’s, made me calmer in a way, for so it will, and I knew there was nothing I could to change things. So it was just a matter of acquiescently pressing on. A MAinline bus arrived, which I knew would get me Friar Lane, but would it be in time now I’d missed the number five bus, for me to catch the L9 in town? Whatever, I was in a decent mood, because there was nothing I could to change fate, and realised it.

The side-saddle seat on this bus, unfortunately, had as big-a-danger of my falling out of, as the 40 bus earlier did! By the time I’d battles gravity and the Stirling Moss driver to keep seated, Arthur Itis was really annoyed. Getting up and off the bus was a real agonising struggle, which annoyed the passengers waiting to get on. Oh, dearie me!

Then I had the task of getting to Queen Street in time, left me about eight minutes before the L9 was due to leave. Six months ago, this would have been, easy-peasy, but not today. Every step was hurtful, as I tried to get up enough speed to get there. Every uneven paving stone seemed to trap or tip the front wheel of the walker-guide. I was struggling for breath and in discomfort, as I limped up Queen Street as fast as I could to the bus stop at the top. It was three minutes past the hour as I drew level with the door of the bus, due out at five-past – and believe it or not, this driver closed the door and pulled away! I could have cried. There I was, breathing in gasps, feet hurting, Arthur Itis in top giving Inchcock pain-issuing form, yet with a twinge of contentment lingering within? I’m probably going bonkers here!

4Thu15Now, the 40 bus was 25 minutes to wait for. I hobbled down Queen Street to the slab square. I took a snap of the Council House, showing the clock above Little John’s bell. Amazed that the battery let me make the picture, and it came out decent? I’m confused about this, I hope the camera is not going wrong.

I got back up and caught the 40 bus. These side-saddle seats had a bar to hang onto, and it was much needed and used too! Not too many people on the bus this time, and it was easier for me to cling to the seat, even with Nigel Mansell driving and heavy on the 4Thu16brakes. I got off on Winchester Street, a kind chap monitored me getting off, in case any help was needed.

4Thu17The walk up to the flats had never been more uncomfortable. Just the feet and Arthur Itis’s knees were bothering me but on a grand scale! Hehe! The mysteries of the camera! The dead battery, according to the message on the screen, it still let me take two more photographs on Chestnut Walk? The colouring was nothing like what it was to the naked eye, though.

I got in and walked through to the Woodthorpe Courts flats, and up to the apartment, without seeing a soul.

First thing, I got the camera on charging. Then back to the door to pick up the Anticoagulation, Haemostasis Deep-Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic’s INR and dosage letter. The INR level is nearly spot on this time, the dosages the same, two-every day, so that should easy to remember. My next blood-letting session will be on Tuesday 21st, giving me a week longer. I even felt the pain from the feet and knees when I was stood still reading the details. So, I took the medications next with an extra Codeine 30g. Then got the Truffle fries in the oven cooking.

I suddenly felt a little out of sync. The walking and getting battered about by bus passengers and let down by bus drivers I should think. But concentration was hard to come by.

I got the very-old camera out and fitted two new batteries. It took the shot of the meal when I’d got it done, but only after changing the batteries after each failed attempt, and there many of them. I got Change the batteries, or This card is incorrect’ messages each time I tried to use it, so gave up.

4Thu18The meal was enjoyable, despite my feeling so weary and confused. The ready-made BLT sarnies, some sliced tomato ones I made up, and the Truffle chips. A yoghourt for afters.

WD 60.25.0 I painfully rose and put the pots in the washing up bowl, and sat down in the recliner.

WD 60.25.0 Just as the doorbells chimed out. Another damned uncomfortable getting and trip to the door. It was the set of brown T-shirts being delivered. I dropped them as the chap handed them over to me. He picked them up, I thanked him, and then dropped the walking stick! Again, he rescued me. I proffered my thanks again, and off he went quickly. Haha!

I opened the pack and had a quick check of them. They seemed okay to me, and felt as warm if not thicker than the expensive one I bought that cost twice as much to buy!

I left them where they were on the airer, and got down in the recliner again, to help ease Arthur Itis and Footache Francis and get some rest.

4Thu19But wasn’t to be. The brain registered that if I do not get up again, and make notes now about what happened on my day out, I’ll never remember in the morning. So, wearily I got up and made some notes to use in doing this diary update. I even used red and black ink for each happening to mention.

Sleep? Not much chance of that I thought, as Dizzy Dennis came on.

So, I put the TV on, and that did the trick in no time! Zzz!