Inchcock Today: Wednesday 21st September 2022

WEDNESDAY’s POLITICAL CARTOON

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03:40hrs: Another shooting awake, the arms jounced, and slowly the brain woke up as well. The only thing it was interested in was my hastening to the Porcelain Throne. So, I did!
No injuries or Accifauxpas en route; I got settled in the regulation position, and the evacuation began. I should think it was 80% putrid air and 20% of watery kaki-coloured liquid, with a few bloblets of the expected stuff mixed in.
Not too messy it didn’t spurt out. No bleeding.
Again, I thought, well, I’m in here now; I’ll get the ablutions tended to. most another bit of the left back double molar again… I don’t know how it hasn’t all gone by now; the number of times I lose a chunk of it?
I took extra care with the shaving this time. A couple of tin nicks, no bother.
Ah, there were some difficulties here. The Germoloiding of Harrolds Haemorrhoids went perfectly smoothly, with minimum pain of any sort. Then, the Phorpain gelling was more or less in the same style. Then, for some reason, the applicationing of the
Daktacort can only be described as horrendously painful. I stopped as soon as I felt that much pain in such a delicate area. And went to fetch the magnifying glass to see if I could find a use-by date in the tube or box. Nope, couldn’t see one anyway. I went to the medical drawer in the kitchenette and ferreted about for another tube. None left! I must ask Richard or Deana to order some for me.
A smothering of Germolene in place was tried. Totally-ineffective. I dare not use what bit of Daktacort that was left in the tube, so threw it away.
Then, the Danger of the Day, so far, had to be faced. 

Of course, I wasn’t worried at all; a heroic man with so many ailments is not going to let a plastic-coated finger-crunching, blood-letting thing like metal Sock Glide intimidate me. Well, more than suspected!
I got through it and got the socks on. A plaster on the trapped bleeding finger was all I needed this time. Freshened up my wobbly short-overweight body with antiperspirant spray and aftershave. Got dressed and tackled the next job, the .
Back down again! SYS 137. DIA 72, Pulse 78 bpm, and body temperature a good return at 34.3°f.
Back in the High-Norm amber area. I suppose a being shown is okay?
The second lowest rating I’ve ever recorded! Now I shall be looking to get in the green soon… Hehehe!

Was banging about above early again, around 06:00hrs. He must be making things for Christmas pressies early, mayhaps? Come think of it, I reckon he was noisy late at night and early mornings this time last year? I may be wrong, of course. ♫ It’s not unusual for Inchcock to be wrong… ♫

I got the computer on, and many comments on my blogs were received. It was from Bill, so I answered him. Off to make a mug of Thompson’s Punjana, and I took this morning shot of the view from the kitchen window. Not exactly awe-inspiring, is it?

I went back to the computer and checked the Emails.

Morrison and J Sainsbury’s had set a list of their substitutions and not available goods in today’s orders to be delivered.
Not good, is it? Still, I can give away the Tikka substitute; Deana might like them. The tomatoes should be okay. It’s funny how they always send dearer than the original substitutions.
JS had done even worse than Morrisons; that takes some doing. Same thing, dearer substitutes.
But they failed to tell me that the cheaper chilli cans I’d ordered were going to be substituted with a lot dearer ones! Humph! Anyway, I started to get things stored away. The Imperfect Tasty Strawberries were one for Deana and one for Francis, who I hope she’s back from the hospital by now and feeling better. I’ll ask Deana later.
Ah, my treats to myself here! Vegetarian shepherd’s pie, roast potatoes, veggie pasta, and sliced potatoes (well, it cuts back on chopped fingers!). Seasoned fresh cut chips as well… Oh, and a new one to me, Silky Butternut Squash Risotto; no idea what it will taste like, but without trying it, I’ll never know. Did you see that? Words of Wisdom… from me! Hehehe! Beefburgers and pot noodles for Carer Richard. Some individually portioned sticky rice pots and substituted No Chicken Tikka Masala with rice. I tried the one I ordered cause I knew I was okay with sweet & sour sauce. But I’ve tried Tikka before and did not like it. Are J Sainsbury staff told to select lousy substitutions on purpose? Is not sweet & Sour Chinese? And Tikka Indian?

At least they didn’t send me a pot of brown shoe polish this time. I’m not joking; I ordered potato cakes once and got a shoe polish pad!
Still, the owner has just lost a family member, the Queen. So, say no more. At least Morrison’s managed to deliver my favourite ready meal of all time. Roast Vegetable Risotto. It’s cracking tasty! I always put just a drop of BBQ sauce with it. And the packet of mushroom risotto I had yesterday, I think it was, was grand.
This is a loaf got the Wardens, cause it keeps fresher longer… someone told me.
I got some brown cobs for me from Lord Sainsbury: J Sainsbury plc is the parent company of Sainsbury’s Supermarkets Ltd, the third largest chain of supermarkets in the UK, with a 16.4% share of the market.
As of 2021, the largest overall shareholder is the sovereign wealth fund of Qatar Royal Family Investment Authority, which holds 14.99% of the company. It is listed on the London Stock Exchange and is a constituent of the FTSE 100 Index. The chain’s annual report shows that chief executive Simon Roberts picked up £2.8 million in bonuses for the year to March 5, on top of his £878,000 a year salary and other benefits. His mammoth pay deal includes a £1.7 million annual bonus and £1.1 million in long-term incentive scheme shares. Shame no one there knows the difference between a Chinese meal and an Indian one. Just thought I’d mention it! Not that I have anything against the Indians, they have my greatest respect and admiration. It’s just that their food does not sit well with me. Where was I?

Oh, yes… These were some of the giveaway items. I bought a few trays of fluffy rice. I just thought Deana might like one to try. Hope she likes Tikka.
She did call later after I’d got everything put away… Ah, something else I forgot to mention… A pack of six 1 litre Spring Water was delivered today; luckily, it was the first thing I moved into the kitchen from the blocked by food doorway. I felt the leaking water running down my leg onto the carpet; I then dropped the bottles when I got into the kitchen. What a mess I got into, and cleaning it up was no fun!
I lost the plot there… Sorry.
I put the flowers on the trolley, ready for when Deana or Julie, or both, came to see me about the lift for Friday.
Richard told me Deana would be calling today to see me. Which she did.

She told me she’s arranged for the lift on Friday to be for 10:00hrs So, hopefully, I can get to the B&M store to get some of the canned drinks that the Carers took to. I got some last week… no, a fortnight ago. But they all went first, but  I just cannot remember what they were called. When I see the cans, I’ll know, He says… Hehehe!
Onto the computer to make a start on this blog at long last.

♫ Oh, Susana… ♫ Hello, who’s that? It was Esther, after her six-week break visiting her family in South Africa for two weeks, that turned out to for four more. Can’t blame her! She’s calling tomorrow to do the laundry. She asked for a pen so she could write a note to another customer and post it through his door – I made sure I got the pen back this time! Hehe! 

I believe the sudden fatigue is coming back again now. 14:00hrs?
I’ll get a vegetable risotto in the microwave and add one bay-sized fluffy rice after three minutes, so they are ready at the same time. A drop of BBQ sauce will be added after cooking. This week I shall try harder to avoid any burnt fingers or dropped items when struggling to get the lid off of the trays.
The foods were both nearly ready. I made up a pot of Idaho instant mash with bubble & squeak, adding some extra-strong grated cheese and a quirt of my made-up to the bottle of liquid salt & distilled vinegar to the pot. Added a mini-pot of lemon mousse to the tray and got into the recliner to feast!


I had a cough and thought I saw some specs of blood in the tissue, well, the paper towel I used.
The meal was cooling as I checked the nose and mouth. Nowt to fret over, but puzzlingly all the ulcers in the gums seem to have erupted at the same time. I didn’t realise I’d got so many pustules in the gums. As for why this happened, I remain, as ever nowadays, confused.
Finally, I began the feast, ’cause that’s what it was, and even though I’ll let it cool more than I meant to, it was delicious! A Taste-Rating of 9.3/10!

I put the tray on the Carers desk next to the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. And drifted of with a satisfied stomach into a wonderful – but short-lived, dream-filled sleep.
♫ Oh, Susana… ♫ chimed out and brought me rudely to a state of semi-wakefulness. Blow it; I can’t remember her name now. Humph! She apologised for being late and mentioned how rushed she was. She soon got the medications sorted; and, with what seemed a reluctance, ask if there was anything else. There was, but she seemed so pressed I didn’t mention anything. A nice gal, I told her to pick a treat on her way out.
I think I was about to nod off again when I remembered I’d not locked the door. So, I locked it


Turning back from locking the door, I thought I’d have a look through the spy hole – which proved near fatal. Hehe! I twisted my back as I turned again, setting off poor and, at almost the same time, stubbed my toe on the three-wheel walker guide wheel… but I’d not finished yet. Oh, no!
Cursing my bad luck under my breath, and went into the wet room for a wee-wee and apply some Phorpain gel to Shirley. And walked into the doorframe, hit the shoulder, stopped, and automatically pee’d in my PPs, and I felt like crying. But I resisted it, after all being the heroic, stoic, brave, strong young man that I am…
At least Bladder-Belinda’s sudden leak came when I was in the wet room.
I evacuated the remaining few drops of urine from Bladder-Belinda. Stripped off and had a good clean-up. Germoloided Harold’s Haemorrhoids,
And got the crap, not very effective  MedPhorpainPhorpain gel, rubbed into my back as best that I could get at. Surprisingly, the toe stinging started to ease off?
Got some fresh PPs on, the Depend brand that had coped admirably well with Bladder-Belinda’s earlier escaping mini-torrent. was left until last. Because the shoulder charge on the wet room doorframe had set her off shuddering away, but now she had calmed down.
It took me so long to sort things out that by the time I was leaving the wet room, the and , were of little bother now.
Of course, now I had to rely on to get me through the doorway without any . Easy-peasy! I think that when I go going into the room and the light blaring at my eyes is why there are more walk-intos than when leaving the wet room?

A momentary Sherlock Holmesian conclusion there?Haha!

I got settled into the c1968 recliner seat…
Tired out, with Thought STorms to compete,
My mood was just a tad downbeat,
Thought of the Risotto… that was a treat!
Cramps now, in the fingers, legs and feet!
I must be getting closer to the scrapheap,
Losing my battle for peace and sleep…
My life seems full of things grossièreté!
Don’t know when, but I got nodded off alreet…
Dreamt I was on holiday; it looked like Crete?
2:55hrs, I sprang wide awake. Did I oversleep?
Asleep only five minutes, I could weep!

MORNING ALL!

Thursday 1st September 2022

PHOTOGRAPHS FROM WEDNESDAY EVENING

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This diary is light in content; sorry about this.
Another busy day of hit and miss,

Busy, busy, and I kept falling asleep,
Jilly calling on me cheered me up a heap!
I need to take the advice of Little Bo-peep!
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Up at 06:00hrs, after good doc & mind demanded sleep. (4Hrs)
Blood Pressure checked, sphygmomanometerisationing.
The SYS 147, DIA 76, Pulse 81, the pulse was up a bit at last. The body temperature was just fine at 34.0°c. Then I put the figures into the monitoring site, not the NHS this time, to see how they came out.

It was in pink and out of red, which was pleasing to see.

Needed a belated wee-wee; they started late today. No idea what that means or why I mentioned it, really. No urgency about it, though. I took the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket) to be emptied, cleaned and sanitised. En route, the need for the became apparent. I think Trotsky Terence is losing his grip on control of the evacuations a little. Much bleeding from , which have not bled for a week or more. Cleaned the bucket and WC and decided to get the task of the done.
A few cuts shaving and the gums bled a bit doing the teeth. I’ve lost more blood today ablutionalisationing than for many a month. I wonder if the Warfarin level has gone up? Anyway, no pains with it.
In the shower, I got a bigger shock! Harold’s Haemorrhoids were pouring out the blood, down my legs, frit me to death nearly, at first! Not being able to see it properly with the and the shower running, it looked worse than it was. I was amazed that the Germoloid cream had not stopped its flow. After showering, I got the spyglass and checked on the Germoloid tube… Boing! I’d been putting on Germolene by mistake. Not only that, after a good ferret around, I found I had no Germoloid cream at all left! Must order some more ASAP. (Of course, I forgot all about doing it!)
Dried off and fully (nearly) medicated, and with fresh clothes and PP’s on, I found myself back in the recliner and fast asleep, with the computer left on sleep mode, and when I was woken up an hour or so later, when arrived, I was out of it. Can’t remember much about his visit at all, just odd bits, but they are blurry.
I’m not surprised. I think I was up for 22 hours on the trot, no wonder I was heavy-eye-lidded. After Richard had gone, I sank back into a deep sleep again!

The landline burst forth and flashed! I could have cried! Hehehe! Half-asleep still, I rose from the c1698 recliner, , but got to ut before they rang off. It was the kind-sounding lady from the Easylink transport to confirm she will be here in the morning at 10:20hrs and the return time and destination. I thanked her very much for taking the bother to let me know and how I appreciated it.
The Toe-Stubbing turned out to be a serious one, I’d hit the tow that the chiropodist had cut on my last visit, and now that was bleeding – made a bleeding mess of my slippers as well. Tsk!
It took me yonks to get it cleaned up; toes are not easy to reach nowadays. Haha!
Of course, I’d still not started on the blog yet, and it is nearing midday already!
Virg DownDespite all the ailments and bleeding, it felt good that and had eased off after two or three days of agony giving between them.
So it’s not all bad,
and He did it again!

I tried to work out how many times this overpaid, money-making, incapable,  supercilious did I say overpaid? number-crunching, customer-hating, prestidigitation, legerdemain,  and clever illusion-giver that he knows anything at all about running an internet company; Fries, boss of Liberty-Global (Worth around US$ 14.86 billion)  and Virgin Media, has gone down in the last two days. Eight, at the least. Just thought I’d mention, like.

The sun was coming around to face the flats. I took this picture in sunset mode with the new to me but old Panasonic-Lumix camera. Not very good, was it?
After this, the mind-blanks came as I started to feel tired, and much of the afternoon was lost to me. The few photos I’d taken helped trigger the memory a tad.
The evening carer arrived; Sam, I think her name was. We had a little chinwag after taking the medications. She chose a can of Tango for the thank you treat and took the waste bag with her as she departed.
I was doing the blogging after she’d gone, and I went to get a cold drink from the fridge.

I‘m so glad I did. As you can see in the top picture, the sun was barely visible on the horizon; I hastily got the Lumix camera, took this one, and then I zoomed in to get a close-up of the tiny bit of sun still showing.
Not a bad effort for me, I thought.
I’ll not mention that I had to take seven shots to get one that was usable. Haha!
I got back into computing; it was a hard slog. It always is, just lately. when the eyelids start dropping, concentration fails me, and the usual tiredness-prompted ailments start kicking off. Making the job no pleasure at all. and I’m sad to say, began to stab away at me.
Nowhere near completed the blog yet, so I’ll abandon it and hope and pray I get time to finish it in the morning. It’ll test my concentration then, having to sort out times and needs for the Diabetes session. Got to be done; I just hope I do better at it than the last time.
Back in a few hours… I hope.

Tempted to sing, ♫ Food Glorious Food! ♫. But it wasn’t so good after all. The veggie pasty was not nice at all. I shan’t be getting those ones again.

Overall Taste Rating: 3.5/10.

06:25hrs:Morning has broken…♫ It needn’t have bothered me. I’m not up to it today. Woke up with an automated-instant-depression hanging over me – EQ telling me things were not going to go well: unfortunately, he is usually right in his warnings of doom, failure and frustrations forecasting!
Got the done, again in auto mode: for worries from nowhere were developing of the days prospects. Hope I’m wrong!
Still, the SYS 128. DIA 66 and Pulse were at 70 bpm, and a body temperature of 33.3°f was not to be sniffed at. The best set of results for six weeks or so! Grrreat!

Tackled next, as I was finishing, the door chime burst into life; I heard it because I’d left the wet room door open.

I realised at the ♫ Oh Susana ♫ played that I had not unlocked the door. Luckily I’d just got the trews on, so was semi-decent to go and admit the Carer.
A new to me gal pointed out my head, chin, and neck were bleeding. I thought the shaving had gone well, but. The gal got some paper towels and dried up the nicks for me. She’d tried to get in the key box but could not. The gal is not on her own. About eight other carers have had similar problems.
Being Friday, they are still charging me for doing the laundry (Wonder if Fries owns Meridian? Haha! So being as I’m paying for it, I chatted away with the gal.
Unfortunately, after asking her what her name was – twice, I did not write it down straight away. Thanks to you, Doreen Dementia! However, I am pretty sure that maybe her name was Joanne or Josie. Jeanie? Perhaps. A nice gal who took the waste bags with her.

I got on the computer to update this as soon as possible and get it sent off to WordPress. Then get ready the things needed for the Diabetes Session.

TTFNski!

Inchcock Diary & Ode to Putin, Tuesday 7th June 2022

Tuesday 7th June 2022

07:30hrs: Woke wanting a wee-wee. I thought it would never come; it must have been 15hrs without one. It was hardly worth it, a painful sprinkle or two. At least the bladder is working again, so fingers crossed!

I set, too, giving myself a medical MOT. And taking ‘As needed’ non-prescription medications. There is no need for ointmentating this morning, No Little Inchies fungal lesion or Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding whatsoever! Excellent results on the blood pressure machine, best for ages!

The only thing not so good was the body temperature. That was way down low again. Been under the NHS’s recommended 35°c for a few days now. I don’t feel poorly; I am a lot chirpier in myself this morning. Although I felt so cold when it obviously isn’t?

I took some under-tongue CBS oil. And a Hemp capsule too.

Got the ears well saturated with the Olive oil. Let it sink in, and then I filled up the canals with more. This never seems to help, but I’ve got into the habit of doing it each morning now.

Then took a Dioctyl to help skid up the darned Porcelain Throne evacuations. Messy. Gooey, watery! Eurgh!

I got a few Warfarin tablets ready, so the carers will have some available for the evening doses.

Then, had a bash at syringing both ears. Not only a total waste of time; I failed to remove any wax at all, but I made such a mess I had

to clean up the water that had sprayed out off or missed the ears! Hehe!

Got the kettle on and sorted the laundry, not forgetting that talk-a-lot Esther would give me some hassle if it wasn’t ready and sorted when she arrived later this morning! Not that she scares me an anything like that, of course. Ahem!

I took this snap of the lovely morning sky with its ever-changing hues. Mother Nature, again shows us her beauty! The beauty we have been destroying for years.

Got the computer on and started on the WordPress reader and commenting, and the ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ chime brought forth Carer Richard. I thought the lad was late coming; he’s had extra calls on again and was in a rush because he had a four-hour training session later when he finishes work with the Diabetes team to get through. No time for any good natterings today again. I think he felt guilty about it, so I tried to cheer him up, wished him all the best, and gave him a bag of treats. Then, I walked (well, hobbled) with Richard to the lift lobby and wished him well for the meeting.

Took this photo of the car park in front of Woodthorpe Court from the kitchenette window. Made a brew of Glengettie tea and was about to return to the computer with the nug of tea – but circumstances changed…

As usual with Neuropathy Pete, his timing caused the optimum amount of pain and hassle. An involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance made me drop the cup as I grabbed Metal-Micky and the side of the sink to keep from going over. Once more, it was over in seconds, but I still managed to clout my knee on the edge of a floor cupboard. Which awakened Cartilage Cathy in agony! Humph!

Sorted myself out and took an extra Codeine. And fond this photo of a meal from which I can’t work out? It was not a good photo in any way, shape or form, so it might be one that I meant to delete from the file?

Started on the Snippets blog, and the Iceland delivery arrived. I let him in through the intercom box in the hallway, and I cleared a path to put the bags into.

The driver took the bags through to the kitchen for me. Gave him a choice of plonk cans in thanks. He opted, I noticed, for the Rum and coke. Hehe! Good for him; I hope it cheered him up a smidge.

They sent the Rustlers for Richard, sugar snap peas, mushrooms and some new Pork & Pickle Bites. Three for a fiver, so they must be good. One for Josie, one for Richard and one for Esther. I got some small apples that, hopefully, my lesser-teethed mouth can manage to eat. Har-har! They had no small vine tomatoes in stock but have sent me a pack of large tomatoes, Dutch, that had a sell-by date for today. No charge!

The best thing they had sent was the No-Moo ice creams and No-Bull burgers. The best of any burgers I have tried! The ice cream is by far superior in taste to what one might call natural ice cream. Grrreat Flavour both! I’d have ordered more, but I dared not with Iceland’s record of crap unrelated substitutions!

I had another go at getting the Snippet Ode done. (I did get it finished, but not until I’d been grafting on it, on & off, for another nine hours!) Esther arrived and came talkingly into the room. She still wasn’t near enough for me to hear her, and I feared that she may have something vital as she went into the hall, front, and living rooms.

It’s not so bad when she’s face to face and not shouting at me rather than talking to me. Esther, bless her, has a habit of talking and carrying on. Esther keeps talking to me from the rear of my ear lobes as she turns away… the peace and quiet are nice. But there is always danger in this… She has a great memory and thinks because she’s told me something, I must have heard it and will remember it. (Both are impossible in my condition, Haha!)

Then, a week later, I get an ear-bashing from about 4 inches distance and am informed that “I told you that last week!” telling offs. Luckily I can rest assured that Esther will nip off into the other room to have a nosey around my boxes and occasionally iron a shirt… but talking to me all the time from the other room… still, I knew what to expect. Hehe! Obviously, I had forgotten something or not heard it. I’m glad I got the pork & pickle thingamabobs for her now. Giving her then assuaged her aggression. I joke, of course… Erm? She’s an angel, really.

I got the ready meal into the oven and had roughly 40 minutes before it was cooked. I must not fall asleep!

Back to doing the blog, I trudged. ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ rang out, and I wearily (Mentally) went to the door. It was Josie, returning the tray and things for me from the Sunday meal. Bless her cotton socks; she enthused over the taste of this Sunday’s chilli stew! That cheered me up a bit! She even asked if I used to be a chef? Oh dearie me! My EQ was nervous at this. Naturally, I had no idea why at the time. A feeling of foreboding matured…

I got on with the Snippet blogging again! So deep in concentration… still making errors after cock-ups, though. Then it dawned on me that the food was in the oven!!!

Grade A: It looked like this after I’d burnt my fingers getting the tray out of the oven post haste! Not good, is it? But I was so tired and weary that I still used it and made a meal of sorts out of it.

I added some BBQ sauce to the tray. Got some slices of Milk Roll bread, tomatoes and sugar snap peas onto the tray.

I was part mad at myself, well darned annoyed with myself, and so tired and drained, I didn’t get too agitated. Yet I still laughed at myself as I tried to dismantle the encrusted burnt meal to get at some edible bits of food. It helped in having some bread and sauce to soak some resuscitated bits to eat.

By the time I’d finished burnt food mining, which was tasty, believe it or not, bits of burnt food had been scattered far and wide on my stomach folds, down the pants, on the tray, and on the floor and recliner cushion. The carpet took on a new design; there were many black, ash-like bits of residue on it. I faced a long task in getting things sorted… and the kitchen and oven needed cleaning attention as well.

I was all in by the time I got things semi-put right. I made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea and ate a huge bowl full of veggie ice cream! I finished it and lay there as I dropped off to sleep – it was so good that I think I dreamed of sleeping…

♫Oh, Susana♫ Chimed out, and Carer Valerie came in. I’d been up and about for around 12 hours by then, and waking up after five minutes of sleeping was not what I wanted… Hehehe! I remembered to give Valerie her Pork & Pickle whatsits, though.

I felt awful but could not resist the urge to finish the blog. The internet went down… now I was getting annoyed!

I pressed on and got the Snippets blog finished at long last. It stayed that way; it was now gone midnight! I realised then that I had not done the ablutions today!

Humph!

ODE TO PUTIN

Is it true that hopes and expectancies are always there?
Putin’s are conspicuous, World Domination, I fear…
He’s somewhat of a Worldwide parcel courier?
Soon, bigger, dirtier packages will be sent, and nuclear…
Where will the scumball strike next? Europe and Asia, it’s unclear…
Anywhere, somewhere, possibly a country that’s weaker?

Is it true that he wears a lemon and pink brassier?
Shags Igor Sechin, his First Deputy Prime Minister?
He laughs at citizens dead or gathered for warmth around a brazier,
The man could not be any more selfish and crazier!

I insult the shithead cause there’s nothing else I can do…
But I would, if I could, send him a can of poisoned Irish stew,
I wonder if he likes it from his minions in his rear?
He’d like to make his competition dead or disappear?
What competition? He’s got more weapons & forces than we do…
He’s more soldiers in Moscow’s Red Square!

We cannot afford to send troops there…
We’ve not got enough, nor has anyone else, to be fair…
I wish we could send him Tony Blair…
Notice he’s not volunteered to do any damage repair?
Putin offers and hopes only for death and despair…
To the rest of the world, we can only die or forebear…
Unless you bribe him if you’re a financier?
Then he just might take a fancy to yer?

Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit

Inchcock Today: A Dream Remembered

Inchcock’s Tuesday Diary & Dream Recollections

I woke around 04:20hrs: With some memories of the dream still prattling about in the brain. I lunged to get the notepad and pencil from the Ottoman; and realised they were lying between my legs, and well scribbled on, too! (Somnambulistic activity?) So I added the new bits to it and left the pages to be used later in my reminiscing of the ultra-weird dream.

Off into the kitchen, no taps, stove or lights had been left on. More amazingly, Shaking Shaun was not affecting the legs again! That’s been around eighteen hours of relief, now!

I took a photo of the clear dark morning sky. And decided not to make a brew of Glengettie, 99, or even the usual refreshing Thompsons Punjana tea; this bothered me!

Something was out of sync here this morning… most likely me! Summat up here! No shaking legs, no toothache, no desire for a mug of tea, not wanting a wee-wee…

However, I maintained my earlier om waking, almost gung-ho, hey-ho outlook, and just pressed on with updating the Facebook, catching up a bit with it anyway. I was humming the door chimes’ tune to myself, not in need of a cuppa, and as I thought I was also not in need of a wee-wee… the flow started. And continued approximately every fifteen minutes and was only taking the occasional swift swig of the spring water?

As I indicated earlier, things seem discrepant, incompatible, and incongruous today. Yet I am not put out by this… at the moment.

Working on Facebook, I came across last nights photograph of my meal. This brought back to me how tasty it was for once. Fresh garden raw peas from Nicaragua, tomatoes from Holland, sausages from Poland, chips from England, and part-baked oven cobs from Ireland. American BBQ sauce. An international feast! That I gave a Taste-Rating of 8.2/10!

I went on the WordPress reader, had a wee-wee, answered some comments, took a pee, readied this blog, had a slash, and the door chime chimed out its ♫Oh, Susana…♫ tune. It was the morning Carer came to sort out my medications. No messing with this gal, all done nada off in eight minutes, kindly taking the waste bags to the chute for me as she departed.

Minutes later, the ♫Oh, Susana…♫ tune chirped up again. This was the Sainsbury’s order arriving. Boy, had I ordered a lot or what? I’d got some cheapo eggs in. Ten for £1.10.

After taking in the items, I managed to get the chuckles into the fridge; first, there was only enough room, and I had to do a bit of jiggling around to get them into the fridge door.

They were mixed in sizes from diddly to small. Hehe! Not that it mattered to me. They were all a lovely deep brown colour.

I knew there was not much room in the freezer, so I only ordered some McCain flavour maker fries. Although I somehow managed to buy three packets of them… £9 spent there!

The first load of fresh stuff into the fridge were, Fresh peas and a milk roll loaf. Humph! Another cock up made, I’d obviously ordered three bags of potatoes, all of a different type.

Ready meal foods next. Five of the prepared meals; four Sausage in onion grainy and sweet potato mash, and one chilli and chips, all watchers, WW! Three packets of cooked bacon. (Guilty!)

Then the costly, naughty, wicked, and guilt-ridden things were put away. Oh, dearie me, yes! Three Lemon Cheesecakes. Mandarin pieces in orange jelly and two fresh cream eclairs… no, that should be doughnuts. Ahem! A substituted for lemon yoghourts. Lemon & Lime Possets. (Ahem!) I’ve never heard of these before, but on reading the ingredients: Double cream, whipping cream, lemon juice, lime juice, sugar, lemon zest, thickener, agar and cornflour – I realised how bad it was, and decided not to eat it, naturally.

I took the rubbish bags accrued by storing the fodder away to the rubbish chute room. Then it happened… The shaking and wobbling started again en route with the bags. Luckily I’d taken the stick with me; thus, I avoided having an Accifauxpa and tumble!

I can’t say the same thing for inside the chute room. Tsk! Nowt too lousy mind, just a trapped finger and back-Pain Brenda kicked off after I knocked the stick over and bent down to retrieve it. I’ve had a lot worse.

I got back in the flat and decided that if things were getting back to normal with the ailments, I’d take an extra painkiller now, have another wee-wee, and get the kitchen floor cleaned while I was still capable. So, I did!

BPB was not too happy with me, but she could have been a lot worse. Arthur Itis was almost nonexistent as I treadmilled mop bucket spinner. I did manage a toe-stubbing in the process, but only a mild effort, so I pressed on with the job, even humming a tune to myself?

Until I emptied the bucket down the lavatory; I gave myself a really good toe-stubbing then! It made me wince a little, and I just may have used a naughty word or two… perhaps, maybe.

That was bad enough, but then I dropped the bucket and got covered in the sweet smell of lemon disinfectanted but dirty water! I hit my knee with the mop stay and generally sank down from my previously almost cheerful state to a genuinely pissed-off with myself semi-depressed!

I was even angry with myself! I may well have growled and questioned my parentage! I’d gone from being practically flippant and almost uncaring, not concerned, to a deep depression instantly! My world had been turned on its head. I knew it had to happen! Back to the lucky bugger I am, that things being almost semi-content, just couldn’t last, and I knew it. Thinking this actually helped me to perk back up a smidgeon.

Go me and the place cleaned up, had a wee-wee, and got on the computer to start this blog. After five minutes, I was back at the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket) with a lot of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). That needed shaking and wiping – and…

The door chime chimed again; I had to pack things away swiftly, as I saw a shadow had let itself in along the corridor, and I did not want to make whoever it was to laugh by displaying Little Inchy.

Esther, the cleaning lady, came in. Unfortunately, in my rush and haste to get Little Inchy undercover, his Fungal Lesion started bleeding! I couldn’t just leave her and get it medicated, but I don’t think she noticed anything she shouldn’t have. So, I had to grin and bear it.

The gal got straight on with gathering and taking the laundry for me. Esther returned after I’d cleaned and medicated Little Inchies problem. Now I had a little more pain to put up with!

But I coped well enough, back to the usual style of semi-coping and mild agony. Haha!

When Esther returned, I got the new ironing board unwrapped, and the gal got using it quickly. I was amazed at how fast she was doing the ironing for the first time on the new board.

She hung up the clothes in the hallway for me; bless her! After that, I got the chair covers back on and started to feel more my usual self.

Laundry down for me; bless her. A lot of what she said, a little too fast for me, and when I asked her what she said, the volume was too high, and her speed was the same. I hope I’ve not missed anything that was important? I thanked her, and she shot off. She’s a kind thing. ♥

So, I decided to get a mug of tea at last; as I stood up, shoeless, I trod on something hard, sharp and tiny. Can you believe it… I can, Hehehe! It was yet another escaped, dried like granite garden pea! How the heck do I not see or find them earlier? I’ve hoovered the carpet near the computer several times last and once this, and still, it gets missed! It must have been fled weeks ago, to be that hard? Ah, well!

It’s getting dark earlier than ever today. Took a snap of the end car park.

Then back to working on this blog. In between going for a leak, of course. Then fatigue dawned on me, so I stopped to get some nosh sorted.

As I was prepping the fodder, surprisingly, suddenly everything seemed to light up. The sun was having one last attempt at coming through, and I got the camera to snap it. Not a good effort, but still.

Sausages with a drop of onion gravy, carrot and leek potatoes, coiled potatoes finished off in the oven, fresh Nicaraguan garden peas, and a Lemon & Lime posset pot. Not as good as last night’s, but a score of 7/10 for flavour was given.

Washed the pots and back to the chair to eat the posset… Zzzz! Off into a deep sleep, I trundled and had the dream, as I had mentioned earlier…

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I was in a shopping centre or big market. As I went along, it dawned on me that the three-wheel walker was behind me, and I was pushing a shopping cart ahead; I turned to look for a supermarket where I assumed I had taken the shopping trolley; from… Then noticed that the three-wheeler was following behind, under its own steam? Then as we came to an escalator, I hesitated, and other shoppers were getting annoyed, asking me what the problem was.

I said I can’t get on the escalator with two trolleys… and I got the oddest of looks, and people laughed at me. One woman asked if I’d escaped from somewhere?

“What’s its name?”

“Who’s?”

“The trolley you pillock!” “Tsk! are you poorly or what?”

“I call it my walker?” With which she snapped her fingers and commanded, “Walker… Fly! I thought, even in the dream, something’s not right here? But the three-wheeler raised up like a Darlek in Dr Who and flew gently down to the bottom of the escalator!!! Wait for me at the bottom!”

When I followed the others down, I realised that there were no moving steps, just a controlled cushion of air, that we were using?

And I could see down on the floor below, trolleys of all sorts waiting for their owners and running to their side when they got down. And mine did the same? seeing other folks sending the trolleys to get things from the shops, I tried it… “Walker, Boots, get a large tube of Germolene!” And of he waddled off to the Boots store…

A ganglet of young ladies surrounded me, asking for my signature, and would I sing them a song? Like pricking a bubble, instantly they were all gone?

I sat on a bench, trying to make sense of all this…

I was woken up by Carer Lisa. I didn’t mention the dream.

Lisa did the medications, and she shot off; she was busy tonight.

I got the computer back on and updated this blog.

It’s been an odd day… again!

The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe Series

 

Inchcock – Tues 16 June: Wristwatch, camera, the 7inch hair mystery and more. (Sorry it’s a bit long, one of those days!)

TFZers: Garden Party?

Tuesday 16th June 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Június 16., kedd

04:00hrs: I lay there on the c1968, rickety recliner for a good while, assessing my situation mentally and physically.

After a mild form of organisation was gathered in the grey-cells, the first thing was to check the time on my Charity shop-bought £2 wristwatch. It was not on my wrist.

Well, fancy that! This not only confused me but annoyed me. All my energy and concentration went on a search for the timepiece.

It was paramount to me that it had to found! But it wasn’t! Despite heaving and hauling my colossal-bellied body from the none-working chair, and ferreting about looking for the watch. I got the torch and picker-upperer and looked underneath the furniture.

Getting back up on my feet was a bit painful, particularly the back and Howard Hughes-like toenails!

Where signs of nocturnal-meandering activity were diagnosed. Down there, was the TV and DVD remote, and a pen? But no, wristwatch!

I looked in the kitchen, then the wet room, and rechecked them both! Back to the recliner room. I had to force myself to stop the search and seek mission. I was getting so uptight and self-critical over the loss. I told myself that it was a temporary irremediable situation. I didn’t like or believe it, but something had to be done to stop my going addictively bonkers.

It didn’t really work though, as I went for a wee-wee, I kept looking in the silliest places for the watch. The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived at the same time. Which was one of the easiest evacuations for a long time? A smidge of bleeding, but not messy. It was over swiftly, and little odoriferousness either. This should have had me moving into a Smug-Mode, but the worrying over the lost-timepiece was ever-present.

For the first time ever, the wee-wee followed after the big evacuation? A new style as well. I Christened it as an SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wee.

Limped off to the kitchen. The morning view, albeit a later one this Tuesday, was a little misty. But when I opened the window, it was incredibly mild, I thought. Ah, one there for Bill, a red car! Hehe!

I had a rummage around and searched in the daftest of places in search of the watch. With no luck!

BP sphygmomanometer readings were pleasing and should have cheered me up a tad. All were looking better. The thermometer just showed as ‘Low’, but this missing timepiece was still wrangling at me!

I took the medications, then made a brew. A thought suddenly came to me (they occasionally do), had I dropped my beloved timepiece in a waste bin? After searching through all four of them, I found out I hadn’t. Grumblegrobbledamn!

I started updating yesterday’s post. Diligently making many miss-typing and spelling errors! Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had started off again, Tsk! After a couple of hours, I went off limpingly to make another brew and needed two, I say, two, SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wees! (I’m not sure how much longer the carpet from the kitchen to the wet room is going to last, Haha!)

It seemed the mist was getting a little thicker as the morning went on? This time when I opened the window to take this photograph, it seemed a lot colder out here than it did earlier on? Brrr!

Another forage around in cupboards, drawers, etc. failed to find the £2 watch! Sob! Yet another wee-wee! Washed hands and contact points, and back on the well-trodden carpet in the hall, to Computer Cameron, and got the Tuesday blog finished at last. Despite Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and Back-Pain-Brenda’s attentions!

I then got a message on the mobile. I had a look, and it was from Iceland. Telling me to check emails for details of changes to my order. What order, I thought? Then I investigated. Finding I had an order in for today, twixt 15:00 > 17:00hrs. Pathetic, I know, but I could not remember making an order for today? After examining the goods on the list, there was no doubt about it, the items were all things I might have ordered. A vague recollection of my looking at the ham misshapes?

Then, I noticed an Amazon email arrived. I used the tracker and got the map up, which means the delivery is close.

Ah, this could be dodgy time-wise, so I stopped and to get the ablutions done.

Not such a good session this time. I reckon this was because I was trying to rush it, in case the Amazon delivery arrived with the reusable facemasks. The teggies were done without any Whoopsies.  The shaving, well, there was a few.

The hairs were growing around the ear-holes, and I decided to use the razor to cut them. This did not work, so I got the scissors… I shouldn’t have done that! I should have known better, with Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley being on form! Hehe!

The legs looked a lot betterer this morning, though. The toenails were hurting every time I touched or moved on the mat. No shower, trying to save time.

As I was drying off, I caught sight of something I’d not noticed before. Brief History: Many years ago, when I had Duodenal Donald surgery, the hairs shaved off, on my chest and stomach, did not all return. Then, when I had the Aorta Valve replacement, there were very few that grew again. Then, after the stroke, what an oddity, they all fell out?

Now, I spotted two hairs on my chest, in the middle of the lower op scars, nearer the stomach, I think. One must have been about seven inches long? I wonder if they can do a transplant to my head? Hahaha!

Got redressed, and on the Amazon site, to check the tracker.

The delivery vehicle must be getting very close now.

I went to the kitchen window to see if I could spot a delivery van or lorry out there.

A van was parked in the Emergency Only bay (As do all vehicles). But it was not an Amazon vehicle.

Then, a grey car came up and turned at the dead end, and parked in the Emergency Vehicles Only parking bay. As I peered down at it, it was apparent that it was a Taxi or someone getting a lift with his shopping. It was my neighbour, Malcolm.

I took what I thought was three snaps. Below is what I found on the SD card when I came to download them. How did I do this? I was using the Canon SX 740 SH camera. I’m confused as to what I did wrong?

I’d spent a while taking these pictures, and panicked a bit when I realised. Had I missed a call on the Intercom? Then I realised that if anyone had arrived, I would have seen them. I’m losing it again!

I loitered around the flat hallway, so I could not miss it when someone rang the intercom. Ten minutes later, the box chimed out, and I pressed the listen button, but the machine went to a blue screen with the message ‘Hi’ on it? I pressed the admit button, but unsure if it had worked or not? I thought of going down, but what if I pass the chap on the way and end up missing him?

This was turning into another farcical day for me! I held my ground, and a chap arrived with the masks. Thanked him, and of off he shot. Leaving the covers near the door for me. Thank you!

I got the masks out to take a look—three in total, washable and reusable. I put them on the shelving for future use. When I am to be allowed out, is unknown, but at least when the time arrives, something like the Opticians, Pediatric Clinic, Dentist or Audio Clinic opens again, I’ll be alright for using the bus, at least. Of course, that is if I can live through and survive this isolationing. And put up with the agony from the uncut toenails, toothache, and mental anguish. Hahaha!

I made a brew and went to take a photograph of Marie’s, Koala Katie, and Pattie’s Scruffy, donated pets for me ♥, who I talk to each day, as they rest on top of the DVD shelves. But the Canon camera came up with this message as I returned the SD card. ‘Card cannot be accessed. Reinsert/change the card. Or format with this camera. Oh dearie me, what next is going to go wrong!

  • I took out the card and checked it was on the ‘Read’ position, which it was. I returned it to the camera, and still got the message.
  • I tried doing the same again. Same message!
  • I tried the other card in it, and that was alright.
  • Rechecked the Canon-card. Swapped it between open and closed, and put it back in. Same Message!
  • Removed it again, and was now out of ideas… It worked!

A sigh of relief was proffered forth.

Then I took a picture of my beloved pets and had a little chinwag with them.

Then I remembered the disappearing wristwatch. Surely it must be around the chair, I had it on last night, I think.

A long time ago, I wrote this view of the mysteriousness of the flat. Tim Price helped me. It’s grown over the months and is a little too long now, but I like it for a bit of fun and have used it a few times on the blog: 

“Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, and kehuas. Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission?” Well, now it’s getting more like a fact now, than fun! Hehehe!

Anyway, I had no luck with searching for the wet room and kitchen again for the watch.

My phagomaniac tendencies came into mind. And I returned to the food cupboards and fridge to ponder over what I fancied for my nosh.

Then I remembered the forgotten about Iceland order arriving twixt 15:00 to 17:00hrs. I decided to leave the meal until after the food arrived and I would make up my mind then. I’ll have a pot noodle, I can have if I get peckish… no, not a good idea! It will ruin anything I have later… Hello, I’m hesitating, equivocating, indecisive, vacillating, well, getting all muddled again! Decision-making and I were not meant to be a team after the Stroke.

I went on Facebooking then. I moved on to making-up a template for tomorrow. Got them all done, and…

Gluglegnatsworth!  I got out of the swivel chair to go and make another brew, lost my balance, and toppled forward,  dropped the China mug putting my hand out to break the fall,  landed on the recliner. As I came to rest, I found the missing wristwatch on the tray on the Ottoman as I dispersed the contents!

Unbelievable! This was the first place I looked for the timepiece as well, and did so again at least two more times during the day!

The painful fall, and even more hurtful getting back up my bulky, but flobby-body back on my feet, was somehow not as bad as it should have been! The delight in finding it was tempered by my confusion as to how I failed to see it in my earlier searches. Confusion Conrad was rampant and befuddling! And my confidence was at a low ebb!

I took some waste bags to the chute. Then a couple of recycling bags down to the caretaker’s room.

Doing the blog back up again, forgetting all about the tea I was going to make, I got on with updating this blog again. Warden and desk-top-dancer, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress, Deana called, to check on things. I explained about my having to remain in isolation until the Doctor phones to let me know when I can be freed. Haha! Everything was fine, though. Little things like this, are appreciated, and supportive of my retaining my mental health. (Well?)

Back to the blogging and a message came in from Iceland. They are ahead of schedule and should arrive between 15:00hrs and 16:15 hours.

Life in one’s dotage, I always thought, would be slower, and much more hassle-free. Humph!

Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra and Shaking Shaun all came on at the same time, and this was worrying. Yet, within around five minutes, they’d all left, leaving me with a cracking headache!

Iceland’s delivery man arrived. Thanked him and slipped him a G & T to him in thanks, and got the bags from the doorway into the kitchen.

Still a bit of a mystery as to how, when or why I made this order? But it had all the usual sort of stuff I have in it. I hope I hadn’t had a ‘Blank Moment’. Nott that I can say anything specific about these lapses, but, usually, I find out what I’d done, but no iota of any knowledge of this one, if it was one… I’ll stop mentioning it here, I’m confusing myself more than ever.

I got the goods stored away. There was a tray of frozen Chinese belly pork, the only thing different to usual. So I had that for the evening nosh. I’m worried that the cupboards may fall off of the walls! Haha!

The nosh was prepared and served up. A bit of a palatable feast as it turned out.

The Chinese belly pork, I cooked adding some Hickory. The last of the sourdough muffins, buttered and filled with off-cuts of smoked ham. A Marmite cheese disc, onions, beetroot, gherkins, and tomatoes. A lemon yoghourt, and a lovely crispy, South African apple to follow. My sitomania was well satiated this time. Gave this meal a Flavour-Rating of 7.8/10.

Incidentally, I found myself forever looking at my charity shop-bought, £2 wristwatch throughout the meal. I slept with it on tonight, fearing it may hide away from me overnight, again. Hehehe! 

Oddly, Sweet Morpheus was not interested. I put the TV on, it was a load of hogwash showing, yet still, I didn’t nod off?

When it did arrive, it was filled with pestering dreams. Colin Cramps was waking me up, and I think that each time I nodded off again, I rejoined the same, or similar dream?

Hey-Ho!

Inchcock Today – Frid 6 Mar 2020: Plans seemed to get snafued today!

2020 Mar 06

2020 tttMar06

Friday 6th March 2020

Telugu: శుక్రవారం 6 మార్చి 2020

000 Mar 06

GM 90.0.001:30hrs: I woke worryingly wanting a wee-wee. Wrestled myself free of the £300 second-hand, c1968, uncomfortable, not-working, recliner. Got the walking stick, no time to get my balance correctly this morning, so urgent was the needs of the bladder! I made for the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). And got a bit of a shock when the release began flowing; First, the colour was virtually transparent, these came like this for hours afterwards, likely on average about four an hour!

5Fri10WD 100.20.0 To the kitchen, via various obstacles in my path. Yes, I think I must have been doing some nocturnal-wanderings? DVD’s had fallen or been taken off of the case, and were scattered around on the floor. The Ottoman had had many items knocked off of it; Bottle of spring water, olive-oil bottle, a tube of Germolene cream and a suspicious empty Marmite Crisps bag. The airer was partly tipped over, leaning against the recliner back.

WD 100.20.0 Had I also been on a Nocturnal-nibbling rampage? I know that the night before last, I didn’t have a meal at all, and yesterevening, with the TV problems and my allowing the food to go cold, I didn’t eat much, but surely I wouldn’t nibble crisps? Not in my new determined-to-lose-weight and some stomach-flab mode? As I got the picker-upper to retrieve the items, I feared what I might find in the kitchen. Tentatively, I hobbled into the kitchen and had a look around. All seemed the same as I left it? No signs of raided fridge or cupboards, crumbs or food preparationings. Phew! 

WD 100.20.0 I got the kettle on, took the medications and found that I had not taken last nights! Grrr! Idiot! So I took them and left the morning ones until later. Made a brew of Glenghettie Gold tea, and another wee-wee. (Let’s take it that I kept on with SSP wee-wees for the nest four, no six hours!) All this use of Little Inchie had caused me to fear that the Fungal Lesion might start bleeding, but no! Great!

WD 100.20.0 I got the computer on, Hogwashniggles, harrumph and Globdogerisations! Instant hatred for Mr (Tosspot) Fries, and stabbing pains from Duodenal Donald!

Virg8a black

I checked on Google to see if any problems, or rather, what the problems were!

5Fri01

The lying swine at Liberty-Global said on the site in reply to the many pissed-off Nottinghamian customers, My additions in deep red:

5Fri05 

5Fri08

Then I went on Virgin’s web-site Service Problems site and got the above message. Please note, how can we idiot customers expect a half-decent service, from a company that employs people who cannot event spell Virgin correctly (First word of message = Virin!) Liberty-Global, who own it, are an incompetent, uncaring, pecuniary-mad, lying company.

Vir LibGlobBy gum, I feel better for that!

I tried the resetting, then turned everything off the on again. Sender turned off, on, and rebooted again. Eventually, I got a connection of sorts, very unsteady. It still kept on going down repeatedly for hours, for periods of a few seconds to five-minutes, Eurgh!

This caused, what ought to have been at maximum, a couple of hours work to get the blog updated, to turn into a marathon of six-hours! Thank you, Mr Steven (I couldn’t give a toss – I get paid millions of dollars salary) Fries. 

The internet got to stop going off-line. No, honestly! It was still slow, mind!

I put some pictures on Pinterest. Made a brew of Glenghettie, wee-wee’d, and went on the TFZer Facebooking. Then updating the post. Started this one going.

5Fri09Time to get the ablutionalisationing done. Worra session it was! Can’t grasp it yet how it went. Dropsies, so few. One cut shaving. No shelve clearing, toe-stubbing or knocks. Even the sock-glide battle was a victory! And, as for the pins (legs), apart from the hairs suddenly going invisible, they looked like any ordinary person’s pins, they even had more colour this morning!

Got ready for going out to get the fresh vegetables from Sainsbury’s. Dropped off some no-longer-needed sugary-foods at the ILC’s office, only the one of the three in today, I found out later.

5Fri11WD 100.20.0 Coming out of the office, Dizzy Dennis dawned. Can’t remember a sausage until I was on the bus going to Arnold, with the crossword book in my hand. And two bus stops away from the store! Put away the book, alighted thanking the driver, and into the shop’s car park through to the entrance. The sunshine had actually got a little warmth in it!

I was fully with-it, well, my faculties were returning. No aches or pains apart from the usual Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley (A bit embarrassing and funny-looks-attracting from customers and staff members in the store, Humph!), Arthur Itis, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failure, and Duodenal Donald. I was free of the attentions of Reflux Roger, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Saccades Sandra, Stuttering Stephany, Flatulent Frank, Harold Haemorrhoids, and Kidney-Pain Kevin. I went the entire day, without a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, as well!

Things were going well as I entered the store. (Apart from there being no hand-baskets available) I went to the checkouts to get a shopping basket, but no problem really, I was so pleased that I could get about so much easier today, took my time though.

I struggled with the high shelves in the green-fruit department, getting the chestnut mushrooms. The shelves on the tinned and dry goods shelves are much worse, but I didn’t need any of them this time, I was on a fresh-food mission.

I got some vegetables. Tomatoes, Vittoria and black Ladecia ones. The chestnut mushrooms. Two tiny turnips. Some small parsnips for baking. Seafood sticks, Surimi Royal. A packet of Mushroom pate, Milk Roll loaf, and Turkey BBQ chunks. Down to the other end of the shop[, where I got a bottle of washing-up liquid, then to the freezers for a packet of sweet potato fries. Paid at the self-serve tills. Much to the frustration of the poor souls waiting behind me, as I was suffered a Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failure moments, thus many things were dropped, and it was a struggle to get down and up to retrieve them. I did turn and apologise to the people.

5Fri12Out to the bus stop. Stopping at a bench, to make sure that I had got everything with me from the tills, and go through the till receipt, I pressed the option to get. All looked fine, and with so little fooder, I only needed the one shopping bag. So I transferred the heavy stuff to the basket top, with the lighter fodder in the carrier on the handlebars.

5Fri13As I checked the timing board sign, I got a feeling that told me I was in for another spell of ‘Out-of-it-ness’. I cannot explain how this sense works or comes from, but it might have been the EQ?

5Fri14Shaking -Shoulder-Shirley kicked off again as I got to the shelter. So I stood behind at the back of the bus stop, as there were a few folks in there waiting, and I didn’t want to disturb them with Shirley’s antics or feel and look like someone with St Vitus (Sydenham’s chorea).

Ten-minutes or so later, Nicodemuses neurotransmitters started working again. At the same time, I felt my concentration going adrift. As the others caught various buses and the shelter empties, I moved in to await the L9’s arrival.

WD 100.20.0 I got settled in the corner on a side-saddle seat. The vagueness of the recollections of the journey now annoyed me. I’m sure I had a chinwag with someone on the bus en route. The next thing I remember correctly was getting off at Winwood Heights, with someone from the bus walking ahead of me at speed into the distance. From here on, things remained more or less rememberable. I did mention this problem to the Doctor, but can’t recall what she said about it?

I walked through to Winwood to Woodthorpe Court, and up to the apartment. Feeling oddly enough, in fine form.

5Fri15Things were put away in the fridge, the sweet potato chips in the freezer. And I set about doing the meal, the healthier meal (I hoped).

I got down in the £30 second-hand, rickety, non-working recliner with the tray of fodder.

WD 100.20.0 Globderations! The mobile phone burst into life. I struggled out of the recliner, clouting my ankle on the computer chair leg on the way to get to the telephone that was in the corner charging-up. It was a recorded message that I could not hear a word of. When it ended, I tried to find a way of finding out who it came from, but could not. Was it the Ingeus people about the diabetes course? Had they got me an appointment?

5Fri017WD 100.20.0 02.40hrs: My only option now was to get dressed and go down to the ILC wardens office and ask for help with the phone and beg one of them to call back if it was Ingeus. I fumbled about getting the day clothes and shoes back on. So I dressed and got the walker-guide and limped down through the link passage to the Warden’s Office in Winwood Court. But it was locked up. (Why do these things always happen to me when there is no help available? Flanglemanglingly-Frenetically-Frustrating!) Disappointed, with my spirits lowered, I moped my way back to the flat, with the odious and challenging task of my having to phone Ingeus to find out if it was them or not.

Back to the flat, and reluctantly knocked on Malcolm’s door to see if he knew how I could get the caller who made the recorded call I could not hear earlier. (I hate bothering people) Nope, so back in the flat. Sorry for intruding asking for help, Malcolm, I’ll not do it again!

WD 100.20.0 I got the paperwork for the diabetes place and had to ring their Birmingham number. (At what cost I don’t know?) I got the auto-option choices that I could not decipher at all, so like last week, I pressed ‘One.’ Got some canned music for a bit, then a lady answered. I could only make out 50% of what she was saying. Again, like the bloke last week, she left me waiting while she looked up my details after confirming the name. DOB, address, etc. She returned, and I had to ask her to speak slower, please, but it didn’t really help. She gave the same spiel as the bloke lat time.

5Fri018Last week’s offer of a Top Valley venue that I explained last time was too far and time-consuming for me. Then told her of my mobility and health problems (All repeated as the previous week). She departed again for a minute or two. Returned with an offer of at Rise Park Community Centre for the course. I explained again, this would involve four bus trips for me, just like Top Valley, but even further away. She said, if it is not suitable, all we can do is return your doctors referral. Agion, I was told to ring back in a week’s time! I think it best if I just don’t bother. I’ll use the internet (If it works) and find out for myself what needs doing and actions need taking. The unhelpful, non-information-digesting, Ingeus can take a hike! I’ll not ring them again; it’s cost me enough in phoning Birmingham four times already, getting negative responses, lack of sympathy and understanding, pachydermatous advice, and robots. Along with veiled threats when they cannot find a solution! (All we can do is return your Doctors Referral) Spitworthy!

5Fri16WD 100.20.0 The meal ended up, yet again in the bin! I tried to eat a bit of the dinner, but I was not in a mood for eating at all after the Ingeus farce! I had an unhealthy bag of Marmite crisps and dished what was left of the meal.

I’m well pee’d-off now! Once again, sleep took its time coming.

Inchcockski – Thur 16 Jan 2020: Medications, frustrations, altercations and aggravations. Normal day, then!

2020 Jan 15

2020 ttJan 15

I was wrong!

Thursday 16th January 2020

Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 16 Faoilleach 2020

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01:20hrs: I woke in a rather gentle, reluctant, ‘I’m not really interested’ fashion. Within a few seconds, this all changed as the rarity of my grey cells ‘memory box’, burst into activity! “The medications have to taken, and now. Despite the best efforts of Carrington Pharmacy, I had some tablets to take now!”

WDP 10R04WD 20.20.20 With temporary, unthinking, casual aplomb, I rose from the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner, up onto my feet, and got a reaction from Arthur Itis’s knees, well one knee, the right one. I was soon back down in the recliner, holding the knee as mentioned above, and squinching with the pain. Fortunately, past experiences had made me keep a tube of the Fenbid Forte pain gel on the Ottoman. I liberally applied a dollop of to the patella. Then more slowly this time, I got to my feet, things were a lot calmer with the leg now, grabbed the four-pronged stick, and started to move towards the kitchen. 

WDP 10R02WD 20.20.20 I didn’t get, but a few hobbled paces, when I had to divert to the Porcelain, at last things were moving in the innards, a little too quickly for me, so I did a bestest ever-time to get in and seated, and things started of their own accord, then half-way, everything stuck! I ended up getting the crossword book and having a bash at the puzzles. For, I knew it would be a while before things started moving again.

I’d got about eight answers in before the action restarted, and it did so very suddenly, quickly and uncomfortably! I really feared that the blood would be all over the bowl and myself. I was gobsmacked when I didn’t see any, not a speck! This was a new Throne scenario for me. I wondered if I was still asleep and dreaming?

WDP 003dWD 20.20.20 But, no, this was proven when I’d cleaned things up and turned away to get to the sink for washing my dandies, and I trod on the pen that I had not noticed I’d dropped on the floor. A little more wincing and grimacing followed. It hurt more than the entire session on the seat did! I broke the pen too! Tsk! Hey-ho!

I rubbed in some more gel on the knee and took a couple of snaps. Amazingly, they were back to the pale, colourless, ashen, anaemic, ‘I think-I-must-be-dead’ state? A few new blood-papules coming up gave it a bit of colour, mind. Hehehe!

4Thu05

What a transformation from yesterday! Transubstantiated in twelve hours?

I eventually got to the kitchen, for the critical stuff to be done, take the medications and make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea! Argh me hearties! 

4Thu01I checked out the blister-packs of tablets that arrived five-days late and forcing me to miss so many doses; from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Plenty of advice notes on the various medications, side-effects, contents etc. were sent with them this time. Oddly enough, all warning about missed doses!

4Thu02I made the brew and took this mornings dosages. Ear-holes oiled, Saccades-Sandra drops put in, etc. all done.

As I got in the front room to make a start on the blog updating, I heard a swift-rumbling sort of noise. I had a hobble around, convinced that something or other had fallen over in the flat, but found nothing. It might have been someone from a higher floor using the waste-chute out of hours (08:00 to 20:00hrs), but I’m not sure what it was.

I had the first wee-wee of the day, and it was a lengthy MEPP (Marathon-Endless-Painfull-Persistent) one. That would most likely be from taking the Furesomide water tablet, perhaps. After all, thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, I haven’t had any to take for five days. So I anticipate getting these painful blaster-type wee-wees for a while yet. How many days have I been stuck in the flat now? Mainly thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA delivering the medications five days late.

WDPH01R4I’d love to get out and about again. But today, the Morrison order, the window cleaner and a chance of Leoni coming from the NHS Medicines Team (I hope Leoni does visit, then I can tell her of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Their late prescriptions and the Furesomide not being put separately as they had promised they’d be done!) Bitter? Me? Yes! And I still want to see the Doctor, (I will ask for some Anxiolytics, tell her about the dizzies and falling over, and hopefully other stuff if I can find the list I made two months ago), and I have to see the Bank Manager. Still bitter? Me? Yes! Well, pissed-off anyway!

I hope the beta-blocker (Bisoprolol Fumarate) starts to have some effect, the old ticker is going too hard at the moment but might calm down now I’ve had a tablet. As was expected when Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA left me with no pills for five-days! (I must stop this getting back at Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, I’ll not mention the unreliable, unsafe, untrustworthy, uncaring, dangerous chemist again! Well, I’ll try my bestest not to.)

At last, I made a start on computing. I started this blog off first. Then moved onto finishing the Wednesday blog, that contains some painful and bitter memories, I think I may have delayed it due to this. The usual selection of name-given ailments slowed things throughout. Saccades-Sandra, Lethologica Lynda, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, the dying Nigel’s Neurotransmitters and the odd wee-wee. Which was interesting to me. Because having taken a Furesomide pill, I expected little and often releases, but they were not that many, however, all of the MEPP (Marathon-Endless-Painful-Persistent) style. Just thought I’d mention it, like.

I moved the handwashing around, some onto the airer, the shirt hung on the coathanger I’d freed by taking off the shirt I was going to wear today, and what a picklement of a state it was in! Only the second time I’ve washed this one. The first time the dark chocolate brown colour changed to black when cleaned. It is now a mixture of dark greens and yellows? Mmm? I am colour blind, though. But I thought it was on reds?

Off to tackle the ablutionary duties good-and-early, so as not to miss the arrival of the Morrison delivery.

WD 20.20.20A Another interesting event! A record amount of dropsies I think this morning. Toothbrush, toothpaste, toothbrush pot, shaving foam can (2), razors (5), carbolic soap (2), flannel, Body spray, Germoloid tube, olive-oil jar, Savlon tube, Flash cleaner bottle, bleach bottle cap (I still haven’t found that!), freshener granule pot (Bad this one, it broke and took a bit of muttered-bad-language and effort to clean it up. Still, the wet room smells nice now, Hehehe!) There may have been more.

wdp02LeftWD 20.20.20A The worst being the dreaded, prospectively lethal sock-glide! It fell from my grip when moving it, hit the deck and bounced back up again. Guess where it hit me? Between the legs, say no more, other than maybe… Arrrghhhhh! I wouldn’t have minded so much, but how the heck did it find the smallest appendage in the country to hit! Humph!

4Thu06There’s a thought, I wonder if the Tate Gallery would be interested in some photos of… No, no, No! My Delphic nature and self-confidence are at a low enough level already, thank you.

WD 20.20.20 The pins (legs) appeared to be in a transmogrificationalistic stage to me.

The veins were slowly working their way to a more highlighted-condition, I thought.

One leg was bigger than the other one again, too! The blotchiness increasing. They were even pastier and anaemic than yesterday.

And to think, a couple of days ago, I was commenting on how almost normal they were looking! Tsk! Haha!

I’ll bet a penny to a pound that they will be different again tomorrow. (Note how cunningly I put penny and pound in the opposite way around?) You can’t rely on this Peripheral Neuropathy, you know!

I was out of the wet room for a few minutes and the intercom panel lit up. It was the Morrison delivery man. He was soon up at the door, surprised that I had remembered the return carriers and had them waiting in the hallway. Smug-Mode-Engaged! He took the bags through to the kitchen for me. I thanked him and off he went.

4Thu08I got them unpacked and checked the things out with the list from the internet.

I had three cans of Whisky Cola as treats; one of them was all bashed-in and dented. Shame! Then I found the bananas were green, but they should ripen by about April, so no worry. The sliced Chestnut mushroom only had two days life on the label, and didn’t look very good at all! But was I bothered? Oddly, no!

4Thu09Something, scheme, decision, plan, or flimflam-stratagem was formulating, brewing inside my head as I put away the fodder. But the brain wasn’t letting on to me what it was! Well, that how it is when you have a high EQ and the lowest IQ. Hopefully whatever is maturing in the head, will reveal itself shortly.

The fridge was back to its usual cram-packed state, and in need of some put-of-date checks, I believe. Hehe! Without doing any, I had to dish some cooked ham, and tub of butter as I filled up the fridge.

I’d only ordered one bag of oven chips to go in the freezer. But had to dish a part bag of fries to make room to get it in!

4Thu10I must try to do some of the smoked haddock for tonight’s nosh. I already had some normal mushrooms in the fridge, so I got them in the crock-pot cooking. I might have them with the haddock, potatoes and garden peas, perhaps. It depends on when the window cleaner arrives.

Too late and I will not be able to get down to the bank or go to the Doctors surgery. It’s the odd hours I keep, you know! Head down around 15:00hrs, up at anything from 22:00 to 00:30hrs. Unless like yesterday, when I had to stay up for the five-days late prescription medications to arrive. Another thing, what am I waffling on about?

I should really be getting on with creating some graphics, I’m desperately short of any ready to use. But it’s hard to get into it knowing someone maybe, perhaps, possibly might be calling or not. But, I’d love to get out and about for a bit, having been stuck indoors, curtesy of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Whoops!

Awaiting the window cleaner couple. Nope, too late for the bank now, I’d never get there in time before he leaves. Also, the Doctors visit is knackered. Also, Aldi. Lidl shopping can’t be done. Bloody good job I had the bits from Morrisons. Well, that’s six days stuck indoors now!

I moved all the things off of the kitchen window shelf in readiness for the window cleaner pair to arrive (More in hope than expectancy, now).

I decided to go down to see Jenny, taking the bag of Balsamic vinegar crisps, cause I know she and Frank love them and ask if the window cleaner had started yet. I took just the stick, which was rather brave of me (Hahaha!).

WD 20.20.20 WDP 10R03I got to the lift lobby and was just about to press the call button, and both head-lights went out indicating the death of the elevators! Well, if that doesn’t represent my unfortunate nature, I don’t know what will. Humph! Then it dawned on me, today is the upgrading work by the Mansells Fire Sprinkler team. Ah, well! A touch of pragmatism had attached itself to me, and no-hassle or annoyance rose at all.

I decided that I would just use the stairs to get down to Jenny’s! (You can see by this, that Arthur Itis was in a kind mood with me) So, off I set, slowly and carefully down the six flights of concrete stairs, clinging to the handrail, naturally. I was doing well, much better than the last time I used these steps.

WD 20.20.20 Half-way down, and the lights went out and for just a second or so, total darkness! I made the already fast-beating heart jump a bit, but I immediately recognised why; it will be the fire sprinkler workers testing things? As I mentioned the emergency lights came on, and I could see my way easily enough. If there had been fire smoke, I don’t think it would have been possible to see though, it was not too bright a light. Heigh-ho!

WD 20.20.20 I got to Jennies, rang the bell, and it was so nice to see her again when she opened the door. We had a little natter, and she informed me that the man and woman who do the windows had not turned up today. Bother! And I’d just cleared all that stuff off of the window shelf as well, Ha! I thanked her for the info and made my way (Still taking my time, determined not to have any incidents with the walking stick) back down the cement steps in the fire escape back to the twelfth floor. All went well, and I found that the four-pronged walking stick to be harder work, but far safer to use, cause it made sure I didn’t rush things, having to take an extra second or so each step, to get it firmly and evenly on the ground, but that is a good thing I thought, as long as I’m not rushing it! So, I learnt something today.

Got back to the flat, and found a letter had been delivered. My heart always sinks when I get a letter, well, an official-looking one. It was from the Medicines team, Leoni. She is calling to see me next Tuesday, 21st January at 10:20hrs. This was exciting! Oh, yes! At last, I can get a chance to tell someone who is interested, and might do something to help, about the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA delivering the medications five days late, leaving me without beta-blockers, and failing to separate the Furesomide tablets as they promised they would do. Yee-Haa! But I mustn’t get my hopes up. Deja vu, ignis fatuus and will o” the wisp and all that!

I had to put back all the things onto the kitchen window shelf. It’s being so lucky that keeps me going!

I got the nosh cooked and served up. As usual, for recently, I made far too much than I could eat. Worthy of indistinction was the Icelands Moroccan tomatoes: Tough as leather, tasteless and unjuicy. Their smoked Haddock was also taste-free and resembled coloured cardboard! Everything else was fine. Flavour-rating? A generous 5/10.

4Thu17

The lemon-curd yoghourt and lemon Whirls mini-cakes were highly acceptable to the taste-buds!

I got pots done, then the handwashing done, rung and hung.

I’ll be locking the door for once, at 15:00hrs, and refuse to answer it if anyone arrives now, I need sleep and recuperation, from yet another harrowingly day of feather-brained thinking, let downs, failures and malfunctioning mind-meandering. That came out well, dinnit? Haha!)

An old Sherlock Holmes, 1939, with Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce the best ones, was on the TV. I got settled in time for the start and watched until the first set of advertisements came on. Zzzz!

Pictorial of Inchcock’s hobble to the Tropical Gardens – Toe stubbings included!

3Wed12

Pictorial of Inchcock’s hobble to the Tropical Gardens

I decided to take this marathon walk, because I was in low spirits, although I knew it had to happen, because Caroline and Sonia, the Stroke Aftercare gals, had just paid their last visitation – I will never see them again! Depression is to blame for the absolute agony and discomfort that I put myself through today.

It was as if I was stubbing my toe and bad feet on purpose? It’s very sad, innit? Tsk!

3Wed01b

Setting out, the Turf Accountants at work! Hehehe!

3Wed01c

Mapperley Plains for some shopping, pod peas, eggs, and cobs, etc. Luckily the vehicular traffic failed to knock me over, run into me, or injure me at all!

3Wed01f

A struggle down Woodthorpe Drive to the Tropical Gardens

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Struggled down the road, I kept within the speed limit with the trolley!

3Wed01h

Through Woodthorpe Grange Park car park

3Wed01J

A lovely hobble to the Tropical gardens – but stubbed toe on the trolley wheel!

3Wed01K

Through the gates, and another toe-stubbing on uneven ground!

3Wed01L

Walk around then into the Tropical Gardens.

3Wed01m

View on entry to the gardens, glasses and camera steamed-up!

3Wed01N

Not much floral about today, sparse and a lot of plants had been removed.

3Wed01O

The carp and goldfish pond, I had a chat with them – no one else in there!

3Wed01p

Made my way back out to the doors.

3Wed01Q

Back out, in the garden centre.

3Wed01R

Noticed this sign about the automatic doors – or are they automatic? Hehe!

3Wed01T

I took a different route back to the flats – another toe stubbing! Tsk!

3Wed03

Ah! I found the way into the park. Humph!

3Wed05

Through the mud to the footpath.

3Wed04

Spotted a crow, and did my failed best to take a decent shot.

3Wed05a1

Not a lot of folks around.

3Wed06

Stopped for a rest and look around. Oh, the poor old toe and feet were Stinging!

3Wed07

At last, the wee-weeing hole and pain-killers came into sight.