Inchcockski – Monday 13th July 2020: Nurse to give me a bit of fuss and attention today! Hurrah!

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Monday 13th July 2020

Afrikaans: Maandag 13 Julie 2020

05:10hrs: I came back to semi-life, and as is usual lately, needed a wee-wee within minutes. But overnight, there had been no call to the Throne or bucket. In fact, I’d forgot to bring the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to the room at all. I was so tired last night, after being up for over fifteen hours, this being the reason for my latest hour of waking for many a month!

I still felt a little drained mentally. With a degree of alacritousness, I got my wobbly over-sized stomach, and skinny limbs free of the recliner got the stick, and made my way to the wet room, without any injury, or nervous-making incidents! Slight-Smug-Mode-Enjoyed!

The evacuation was another RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee, with the Post Micturition after-dribble taking longer to wait for it to finish, than the wee-weeing itself. As they told me when I was diagnosed as Diabetic, this is called Diabetes insipidus, if I remember correctly.

I washed and made my way to the kitchenette. I remembered that a nurse will be coming today to take a blood sample for the Anti-Coagulation & Deep Vein Thrombosis Hospital Clinic (I love that title!) What time and which of the Vampire Angels it will be,  is anyone’s guess.

I almost made a faux pas and injected an Enoxaparin hypo into my stomach. Not on the list for today, until after the blood is taken, got back to the hospital, tested, and then I’ll be informed of the results (hopefully) by phone later on. I took a shot with the Canon camera, of the current selection of needle-work art in my elephantine belly. The last one, the biggest, has kept its colour well as it fades slowly.

I got the kettle on and did the Health Checks. Well, well, well, the SYS has tumbled down at last. A sign that perhaps the injections will not be needed after today’s blood-test results. I sense that the INR will be about 2.9 this time. I’ve no idea why; it’s just a feeling I’ve got. Be interesting to see how far I’ll be out? The temperature showed up as just ‘Low’.

The view outside was a little bright, I thought. Then recalled how late it is in the day. I hoped that this Monday would be a lot easier on me, luck-wise.

I got the computer on, and fancy that, what a surprise, the Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet was down!

I decided that I’d get the ablutions done, so I can be all clean and sparkling for the nurse when she arrives (Hahaha!), and the internet might be back on afterwards as well.

ABLUTIONALISTICALISATIONING ACTIVITIES REPORT

  • Just as for the last four days or so now, as I got into the wet room and was stripping off, the need for a Porcelain Throne session developed. A marathon again, rock-solid, painful, and of a ginormous size.
  • I spent a while on the crosswording, while the stop-start progress caused me even more agony than yesterday’s did! Bloodletting-silent-howls! Not messy, though, and less bleeding.
  • It didn’t matter how careful and gentle I was, the first contact of the toothbrush with the molars, made me cringe with pain. Still, at least it took my mind off of the rear-quarters pain. Hehe!
  • I didn’t drop either the brush or toothpaste today!
  • The shaving started, and I soon had three cuts, several razor dropsies, and when I let the shaving-foam can drop, the blooming thing hit the seat raise and bounced back, landing right on my poor little toe!
  • The flannel, soap (3), and the aftershave bottle were dropped. No damage caused, though!

Flipping heck, the legs looked really pale and anaemic!

The ankle ulcer had died down nicely, mind you. I noticed some scratch marks on the right leg, and it was far thinner than the left one was?

It looked like the hairs were having another try at growing again? They’ll all be gone in a day or two. It’s been like this since the heart op. Still, it makes for a bit of interest.

The scars seem to be getting a little more prominent? Or perhaps with the skin being so ghostly white, the show up more?

I wouldn’t be overly surprised if, when I eventually get released from the isolationing, someone tells me I’m dead. Hahaha!

At last, I got back to the computer, and the internet was working again. Phew!

I got the Sunday blog finished. But it was hard work. Posted it off, I answered some lovely comments. Then I went on Facebooking for a while.

I found out that Sandie, the lovely lady who started the TFZ Troll Free Zone site, had passed away. We all knew she had been diagnosed with cancer. Sandra was coping well with her problems and had recently bought a new car, that she was over-the-moon with. I could not stay on the site, I was heartbroken. Even writing this blog is challenging. But, I know life must go on. Bless Sandies Memory! ♥

Some tap-tapping, knock-knocking and drill-drilling noises started. So the contractors must be getting close to doing out flats.

The door chimes rang out there ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫, tune. I hoped it would be a nurse! Hahaha! It was Josie returning the tray, plate and cutlery from her meal yesterday. She said it was nice.

I started doing some graphics on CorelDraw.

The intercom sounded and lit up – this time it was the nurse, Christina! She said she was in a hurry. But chatted while she took my blood. I showed her the state of my toenails and feet, and she rang the clinic for me to find out if I could get an appointment yet. They put her on hold, and Christina got a call on her phone.

She was needed elsewhere urgently. So she had to ring off of the phone and rush off. Life can be a swine at times!

The tap-tapping, knock-knocking, and drill-drilling noises continue, on and off, from somewhere above, and close. Can’t be helped, though!

A phone call from Jenny. She’ll ring me back. I couldn’t find any emails from the gal? She kindly ordered me some lemon bleach and lemon mousse, bless her.

I put in an order with Iceland. A few things were shown as unavailable on the web site. The most important being the lemon bleach.

They only had Domestos available. And that I consider over-priced, and rated. The Surami sticks are still not obtainable, but they had some on Shrimp flavour, which is not as good, and dearer than the fish ones. Shame!

Getting tired again now. (Poor old sausage!) I Got the potato slices in the oven cooking. Nervous, that I didn’t get delayed on my little journey, and forget about the oven being left on!

Then took down the sorted rubbish backs to the rubbish bin, and waste chute. I rather overloaded the three-wheeler guide trolley with the bags. Just as well that I forgot to take the recycling glass jars as well. I espied the new colour for the walls that the contractors are in the middle of doing. Turquoise, I think?

The lift took a while to come. Only to be expected with only one available for tenants during the day.

I got it eventually, and out into the lift lobby. Then around to the right through the caretakers’ passage and out to the bins. A caretaker kindly took the big recycling bags from me. He told me the glass recycling bin was full of alcohol empties. (Hahaha! I wasn’t surprised!) So it didn’t matter that I’d forgotten the glass jars. No point in me leaving them on the floor, cause the prowling neighbourhood yobbo-kids would only smash them. I’ll try again later in the week.

The caretaker bloke and I had a mini-natter.

He suggested they swap the industrial-sized bin, to use for the glass empties and the small one for the recycling. (Which made me larf out loud!) Haha!

As I limped back inside the flats lobby doors, I took a few photographicalisation, so we can remember what mayhem we have been put through for the last… how long is it now? Must be near three-years or more. The dang Coronavirus has played havoc. With the time-table and plans of getting the job finished.

But they are back at it again, bless ’em! It’s comforting to hear their noises, and back on the job.

Through to the lift lobby and waited patiently for the lift.

During which the one (Contractors only during the day), we are not to use, kept arriving. And some folks came in straight into the cage, without a care in the world, even gave me a funny look as I stuck to the rules and awaited the tenant’s elevator to arrive.

Then another tenant did the same thing! I even got a sneer from him! Huh! Still, it’s not for me to complain! They may have been visitors. Can’t say I’ve seen any of them before.

I got back up to the apartment and placed the trolley in the corner, with a little difficulty. And checked on the cooking in the oven, all was fine! Phew!

I got the nosh served up. The sausages (canned) had been left in the saucepan in water from the can, with added Hickory liquid smoke to season them a bit for hours. Very flavoursome, too! Beetroot, potato salad, and sliced potatoes cooked in the oven. Some red and green seedless grapes were sorted from those that had gone wrinkly and crinkled. Some fresh ones being delivered on Wednesday, I hope.

Got the washing up done, and down in the recliner, Where I had a few thoughts, about my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour-propred, Brother-in-law Pete. He goes into hospital tomorrow for his PET scan. I hope all goes well, I’ll be looking at the City Hospital Tuesday, at the time he’s due to go in, and send the lad some “Healing and hopeful thoughts through the ether!” All the very best, Pete, mate!

A late burst of sunshine came through the balcony windows. That’s the new one with the doors that do not close or lock. The feet were up on the swivel chair resting, and I took a snap of the uncut toes. But they did look in better shape than of late. I wondered why?

I remembered I’d forgot, a touch of anamesia there, to ask anyone for help from the many photographers out there, who might know. Earlier, it might even have been yesterday, I wanted to try and do one the wider photographs where you press and move the camera then press again to stop it. I used to use this before the stroke, but cannot for the life of me, remember which icon to set for it. Shaking Shaun, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicododemus’s neurotransmitters were collectively behaving well at the time, and I’d hoped to get a shot of the skyline. Not a lot of hope of holding the camera steady enough, mind. I started using each selection around the dial, but by then, the twitching and shaking had returned. Oy-oy-oy! I thought I’d ask, so I will know which one to use quickly if ever the shaker-ailments should all become calm at the same time again when the camera is handy in the kitchen. I waffled on there a bit, didn’t I, sorry. 

I got the TV on and played a Boon DVD. I was amazed that I stayed awake for the first two parts, (Mind you, it was one the better episodes, and I’d not viewed it for years) and took this photo from the chair, in celebration. Hahaha!

Next thing I remember, is waking up around four in the morning, with the remote control still on my chest, and in need of the Porcelain Throne. No waking for wee-wees then! At long last, Sweet Morpheous!

Inchcockum: Sun 12 July 20: Today was frustratingly full of frequent farcicalities

Two TFZer Gals, in the woods – Hahaha! ♥

Sunday 12th July 2020

Croatian: Subota, 11 Srpnja 2020. Godine

03:30hrs: The nowadays standard waking up wanting a wee-wee, started the day off. Haha!

I bravely hauled my Herculean, muscular, young, fit  Adonis-like body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, decrepit, out of action, beige-coloured, rickety recliner, without a twinge from any of the ailments, and singing aloud, ♫ “If I ruled the World” ♫!

Oh, alright then. I fumbled and bumbled my way to the edge of the recliner, leant forward to grab the four-pronged walking stick, missed it and overbalanced. I fell to my Arthur Itis-ridden knees on the floor, agitating the already inflamed rear-end furuncles and piles!   Groggleknockers!

Because of the urgency of the needs of the bladder, I crawled to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to make sure I got there in time.   However, I did manage to arrive in time, and then spent ages waiting for the WSSUL (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Unremittingly-Long) post-micturition after-dribbling to finish! Crikeyumecky! Brogglesknockersworth!

Getting back up on my feet, really ought to have been filmed for posterity. That, or to be used in educating the young on what to expect when they get old and infirm! Hahaha!

I foolishly tried the computer chair to ease myself up from the floor. Of course, it ran away and knocked the tray off of the Ottoman when they collided! I stayed down on my knees, well, it seemed a sensible idea at the time. And picked I up the bottles, pill box’s, wristwatch and mobile phone that had tumbled from the Ottoman, and put them on the recliner. Then, I used the recliner to attempt to raise my overly-adequately-stomached body from the floor.

It took a fair bit out of me, but perseverance and determination got me up on my feet, just in time for Shoulder-Shuddering Shirley to kick off big time. I imagine it must have looked like some poor devil with St Vitus’s dance (Sydenham’s chorea). I thought it wisest if I sat down again, sharpishly until the shaking had stopped. If Peripheral Pete kicks-off with one of his involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, I’ll be going over for sure.

Grobbledangknangles! I sat on the mobile phone, and the rear-end boils and Harold’s Haemorrhoids both let me know of their disapproval! How I wished I could have restarted the day!

After a few minutes, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley had calmed down, and I took the EOGPB with me for cleaning and sanitising to the wet room. I also went through a few moments of surprise, fear and sheer agony; yes, I had to treat the Harolds Haemorrhoids and furuncles at the same time. However, it all went well.

If one drop of Harolds Haemorrhoidal ointment should touch one of my furuncles or boils or visa-versa, I will know about it. I did this last month, and still remember the discomfort, I even cringe when I think about it!

I came out from the wet room half an hour later, feeling rather self-satisfied at how well I thought I’d handled the mornings’ creamings,  so’s to speak! I felt a Smug-Mode coming on.

It’s often a mistake, losing concentration like that, I hit the edge of the door with the right arm and shoulder. Saccades-Sandra was the cause this time, my vision blurring making distance awareness weak.  Blockstooum! Oy Gevalt!

Now I was instantly in a pickle! Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Saccades-Sandra, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were failing, Dizzy Dennis was present and ready for action, and Anne Gyna joined in giving me grief.

All I could do was limp to the recliner and sit down in hopes of some sort of recovery. I had a swig of the spring water, closed my eyes and felt so sorry for myself, it sickened even me! Tsk!

Yet, I soon felt much improved in myself. Farrah’s Furuncles and Harold’s Haemorrhoids had both responded to their medications and had eased off tremendously well, within about five minutes. Only Anne Gyna and Nicodemus were persisting. I have to admit, getting back up on my painful uncut-toenailed feet again, I was a little nervous, but things were not as bad I thought they might be. With this morning’s record of calamities, I resisted going into Smug-Mode!

Cautiously off to the kitchenette, and took the morning medications. Late of course, with all the altercationalisationings, suffered.

Worra start to the day, Grumph!

 Then I got the Enoxaparin injection sorted out, no problems and for once, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters behaved themselves while I performed the medicating.

Then I did the Health Checks, starting with the sphygmomanometer. Oh dearie me, the BP Sys was still a bit high at 172. Mmm!

Next, I did the ear-hole body temperature, and the thermometer told me it was 82.2°. Sounded alright to me?

I got the needle in the Sharps box, I jiggled those inside around a bit, and now there is room for a few more. Cunning eh? Then filled-in the record log in the folder.

I made a brew and took it with me to the computer, and consulted the notepad, cause I was all confused about what had gone on last night and this morning. I set about updating the Saturday blog.

Sadly, as Saccades eased off a little, Nicodemus and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley both became so naughty and persistent, I knew things were not going to go well with the blogging. So many ailment induced mistakes, and I was ever correcting, and often getting that wrong too! Also, the Microsoft Photo gadget was often not recognising the SD and or drive, things were getting to me now.

Then I needed to go for a Porcelain Throne visit, so I decided to get the ablutions done at the same time. (I think I was hoping that the Microsoft Photo thingy would start working of its own accord while I way away?) It didn’t, of course. Cracklepackers!

They didn’t work out as planned either! As if I wasn’t over two hours behind schedule by now anyway, I found myself sat on the throne, I’m not joking, for over an hour! I sang songs, whistled, planned the end of the world and bringing back hanging, just like yesterdays visit!

Only the product was more substantial and stubborn. When things did start moving, I had to apply as much pressure as I could bear pain-wise to force things along! I even took a photo of the poorly toes and feet while awaiting some action. On the bright side, I don’t know-how, with all the agony I was in, but I finished a crossword! Well, I nearly finished it, I had to look up one clue, but that’s the nearest I’ve been to finishing one since the stroke.

Some slightly streaky blood had flowed, but not much, so I assume this was from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. They had taken a battering this morning. Tsk!

I was drained by the time I finished and sorted everything out. And shortly, it would be time to start prepping Josie’s meal.

So I got on with the ablutioning. A record number of dropsies today. You name it, and it was probably dropped! Although not the showerhead, thankfully.

Two cuts shaving, cleaning the teeth started Toothache Thomas off.

I had a toe-stubbing against the shower chair when I moved it. The showering went okay, bearing in mind I had a few dizzies in there, but I know where the grab rails are now, I’ve grabbed them often enough. Hehe!

I got dressed and very carefully, hobbled to the kitchen. I was determined not to walk into the door again! And I didn’t!

The views from the new, anti-photographer, thick-framed, impossible to get to for cleaning windows, were to me, incredible! It looks like it’s going to stay with us this good weather. I took these three shots, left, ahead and to the right. I used the Canon today, the Nikon is on charging.

The landline flashed. It was Brother-in-Law Pete. We had an excellent nattering session. The lads going into the City Hospital again on Tuesday, for a pet scan. (Well I hope they don’t find any cats in there! Hahaha!) 12:30hrs, He’s due. I told him to take his camera so he could photo the flats. Wished him all the best. I hope that Jane’s coping with it all.

I concentrated on Josie’s nosh then. Buttered kippers, smoked haddock, giant butter beans, mushrooms, tomatoes, and it turned out, one of my best ever tasting cheesy mashed potatoes! A can of G&T and a little lemon cake.

I delivered to her flat door on time, I’m good like that, you know, trying to be punctual! Smug-Mode-Engaged!

Back to the flat, and decided to do the second injection early, so I could concentrate on the blogs. Well, when I dropped the trousers and PPs, just look at what I saw! Blimus!

Now, surely the Tate Gallery must be interested in these? If they can pay a do-do who made a pile of bricks a fortune, what should these fetch? No, you’re right!

Many more hours were lost, thanks to the ailments making typing and concentration so tricky today.

When I went to have a look at what I might have with the leftovers from Josie’s meal, what a shock! It was now past 19:00hrs!

No wonder I was feeling so knackered and had a humdinger of a headache! I got the evening medications imbibed straight away. Better late than never! I had another sachet of Macrogol as well.

I answered some comments on WordPress, but I’m not sure who and what I put for certain. I’m so shattered. Been up for

Got the meal made ASAP. I was so tired and did not make any effort to beautify the feed, just dolloped it in the bowl. But, by-Jimminee, I enjoyed it! A flavour rating of 7.8/10 was granted.

After washing the pots, I somehow found the energy to do a Morrison order. Due on Monday 20th July. I’ll have to manage without the favourites for a while until then. Gives me a chance to get some of the other stuff eaten. It’s just that I do love the lemon mousses so. They had no lemon bleach available – Humph!

I got a bottle of spring water, and orange cordial made up.

I filled in the City Care record log, better late than never, and took the evening medications.

The pots were out of sync. I think with being so confused and tired, I may have taken them twice? Schlepper!

I got down in the recliner, but amazingly was finding it hard to get to sleep! Watched some TV, they brought on a few short minutes-long nod-offs. So that helped a bit.

It was just gone midnight, and I remembered I’d not taken the polyethylene-glycol Macrogol. I got up, went to the kitchen, made the drink and imbibed it.

On the way back to the chair, I somehow got my right leg entangled with the four-pronged walking stick!  How I kept my balance (but it was a good thing I was not carrying anything at the time), I don’t know. A sneaking Semi-Smug-Mode was adopted all the same!

Days like this, I can do without!

Inchcock – Sat 11 July 20: Good job I don’t suffer from Trypanophobia! Atychiphobia and Defecaloesiophobia, Yes!

TFZer Joyce

Saturday 11th July 2020

Malay: Sabtu 11 Julai 2020

04:25hrs: Over a couple of hours, I kept waking thinking, and nodding off again. This was not a reluctance to get up, as much as a desire to stay in the second-hand, c1968 recliner, where I felt safe from fears and problems. Combined with the tiredness of mammoth proportions. Even though when first stirring, I’d had at least six-hours kip? All very confusing!

(Ah, but maybe not, it could be due to all the Enoxaparin I’ve had to inject into my muscular, Adonis-like, young, fit, vibrant, healthy body?) “

My determination to resist rising and getting all active and stuff like that was a first for me. The main expergefactor that got me up from the sickeningly beige-coloured, not working recliner, was the need for a wee-wee. (That bit is customary for me, Hehe!) I was up and on my agonising feet, without any accidents at all. I painfully hobbled my way to the wet room.

I had to accinge to micturate this time. For it was, unfortunately, an RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee. Followed by a most stubborn and lengthy period of Post-Micturition dribbling. This made me have to change into new PPs. The old ones had a sign that didn’t cheer me up any, Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking blood overnight. I didn’t do any cleaning up or medicating at the time, for it had dried, and I was lucky to get the old PPs off, without breaking the crusting, and thought better of making it worse still. The medicationalisationing of this area is something I have to look forward to yet. Thunderglobberisations!

I had a good clean up and wiped the contact surfaces with antiseptic. Then I got the Enoxaprinisationing dealt with.

I cunningly placed the Nikon on the airing grid, where I keep the Enoxaparin, contaminated sharps bin and paperwork. And took a photo (Sorry about showing my bulbous, Buddha Belly) as I injected myself. Clever, eh? All went well. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I seemed to be in a photographers-mode artistically (For some unknown reason). I placed the emptied hypodermic on the edge of a counter and put myself in front of it, thus having the steadier left hand free, to click the Nokia with.

Then took a snap of myself as I was placing the needle into the yellow Sharps Box.

Then I filled in the details in the City Care log. Then got the Health Checks done. 

Oh, bloomin’ ‘ecky thump! Just look at the SYS and DIA readings!

I wonder if this is because I took the reading after doing the injection? I usually do it the other way around, BP first? Mmm! I’ll do a Google search to find out if I can. Hang on, back in a bit!

I’m glad I looked now. Got this bit of relative-to-me info about side-effects:

  1. An increased potential risk for dangerous protracted bleeding. (Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding?)
  2. Impaired haemostasis, including thrombocytopaenia (usually considered safe to give if platelets>50). (Well, I do have venous thromboembolic diseases, including Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis?)
  3. A recent ischaemic stroke (usually considered safe to give 1 month after the stroke) (Well, I do suffer from venous thrombosis (phlebitis) (Yes, I have Venous thrombosis [phlebitis])
  4. Uncontrolled severe hypertension (systolic BP> 200mmHg, diastolic BP> 100 mmHg)
  5. Diabetic retinopathy. (Well, I have just been diagnosed early last month as being diabetic?)
  6. Recent neuro- or ophthalmic surgery. (Well, this doesn’t ring any bells?)

I’m in the team for the first five side-affects. I’m glad that number four pointed out the systolic BP> 200mmHg, diastolic BP> 100 mmHg, not that I understand it all, mind you.

But the mention of Systolic BP and 200mmHg relates to today’s reading. Maybe?

I’ll look it up and try to find out just what it means. Okay, now I’m sorry I looked it up. I’ve not got the foggiest idea what it all means, so, best for me to forget it and not to do self-research on the web again! (But, I bet I will do!) I just don’t have the literacy to understand things enough. What with my dyscalculia, and since the stroke, arithmophobia. Hehehe! Shame!

I wonder if the prescriptions will arrive today, as promised by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store? I sense they might. But I’ve been wrong before!

I took the medications and got a calling from the suddenly rumbling innards for the Porcelain Throne being needed. So, hasty-hobble to the wet room.

Aha, a better session this time! Admittedly things took a while to kick-off. But when the action started, it was so much quicker and far less painful than it has been of late.

Although, I was nearly caught out by a late arrival of an after-torpedo, that noisily clunked out into the bowl unexpectedly! Luckily I had not moved as I was deep into the crossword book at the time. Phew! A smidge of bleeding, but not messy or over-odorous!

Cleaned things up, and off to the computer. Where I got very-belatedly on with updating the Friday post. Which took hours to finish. Better late than never? Got the link sent off. Only about five wee-wees were taken during these hours, all of the RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) variety.

Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and ate few seedless grapes.

Then set up a pose to photograph the poor toes and feet. I took it with the flash on, with the Nikon and it came out pretty much as the eye saw it through the lens-viewer for once. The excessive colouring, I put down to the flash being used.

The pain from the toes was worse than yesterday, and the right-foot Hallux Rigidus toe was starting to hide behind the other, digits! (Not so Rigidus nowadays, Haha!) The right big toe was painful when I tried to pull it away from under the next toe. Not good this, just what I needed, something else to give me grief! Globblegripes!

I went onto the WordPress reader for a while. Then caught up so very late, on Facebooking.

Then sudden fatigue arrived (So early in the day as well!) I’d better get the nosh going before I fall asleep. But no, I must not fall asleep at all, the prescriptions should be arriving. Confusionablities Reigns!

As I got in the hallway, I actually heard a plopping sound and went to investigate. Aha, it was the belated INR test results for the last two Vampire Nurse visits. They were for the 7th & 9th June. Next one on Monday. INR level, the 9th, 1.3, and the 10th 1.8, so on the way back up again. I envisage that my Monday, it will be within range and the Enoxaparin injections will cease. (He mutters, full of confidence. Haha!)

I took this snap from the kitchenette window, for two reasons. One, to show you why I keep mentioning the view-blocking status of the windows. The old ones, which were great, unlike these so-called upgraded ones, didn’t let the rain in, had just one sheet of glass to clean, and a 180° turn around for cleaning, the new ones have three panes of glass that cannot be reached by those of us with disabilities for washing. The designers who thought these unreachable to clean, light and view-blocking, thick-frames windows were suitable for elderly folks. The designers just must have been gerontophobia (hatred or fear of the elderly) sufferers! Sorry, got carried away there! Hehehe!

I spent a lot of time preparing this meal. It looked and smelt goodish. Once served up, I almost hastened to the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken-not-working rickety recliner. Put something on TV that had subtitles, and started to tuck into the meal!

A sausage and mouthful of potato salad later (15 seconds), the intercom chimed out. It was a lady volunteer, bless her, bringing me the prescriptions from the dentist. Great timing! Ah, I wrote the dentist; I meant Chemist. (Toothache Thomas on my mind!) Sorry! Fancy that, me making a mistake (Hahaha!)

I thanked her muchly for her kindness in helping me out.

They had sent a new Sharps Bin, and I tried to get the lid to fit on it. After several tries and dropping it a few times, I decided to get back to the fodder-eating duties and try the lid again later. Tsk!

Despite it going rather gone cold now, I ate up all of the meal. Still gave it a 6/10 for the Taste-Rating. Then got the pots washed, again a few dropsies, plenty of mess to clean up, but no injuries or breakages. Smug-Mode-Engaged! The view through the kitchen window, well, hanging perilously out of the window, was gorgeous. Look at those cloud formations! Bootiful!

I then got the Enoxaparin injection tended to.

For some reason, the needles hurt going in tonight. Methinks with Shaking Shaun already having made me drop a few items in the past hour, and make mistakes in the typing earlier, he may have had a min-bash at me as I was depressing the pushrod on the hypodermic?  I did a bit of rearranging in the old waste bin and made some room to get more in. Smug-Mode-Adopted again! Hehe!

I got the Nottingham Care sheets updated in the folder.

I took the medications and treated the various parts of my magnificent, manly, youthful, honed and toned body in need of it.

I got settled down back into the £300, secondhand, c1968, none-operational, rickety recliner, and turned on the TV, with the headphones on. I was soon off in the land of Sweet Morpheous!

But not for long, I sprang awake thinking I’d been in the land of Nod for hours and realised it had only been for a couple of minutes. Grufflemoan! And was, I thought, in need of the Porcelain Throne. All the signs were there, the sharp innards stabbings, the escapages of little puffs of wind from the rear end, etc.

So I climbed out of the recliner, caught my balance, grabbed the walking stick and off to the wet room – Stubbing my toe against the Ottoman en route! Argh!

No time for self-moaning over the pain, I was sure I was at risk of a major embarrassment, and would not make it to the Throne in time! I dropped the PPs going through the door, and landed with a thud on the seat… and waited, had a go at the crossword book, bided my time, waited, whistled, picked my nose, and ended up praying for some action, movement or activity from the rear quarters. But it was not to be. Whatever was inside the innards wanting to be released, felt rock solid, and apart from a weak unwilling wee-wee, and some passing of wind, nothing moved!

I’d been caught out like this before. A week or two ago, in the same situation, I got up to return to wherever I was, and ‘things’ started, and I did not make it back to the wet room in time! Jolly disconcerting and embarrassing! So, I held my ground, and started on the crosswording as I waited, and waited, and waited! Nope, nothing moved!

I decided to take a sachet of Macrogol. Off to the kitchen, glad I did now, the evening sun-down view was great!

I made myself a spring water and orange cordial drink. Ate a few seedless grapes and returned to the £300, c1968 recliner.

I’m taking it that I fell asleep almost straight away. Because there are no memories available to draw on in the grey-cells box. Hey-ho!

Inchcocksi – Friday 10th July 2020: Soliloquizing helped me through the day. But I got a little nattering session in!

TFZer Lyzzi

Friday 10th July 2020

Croatian: Petak, 10 Srpnja 2020 Godine

 03:30hrs: Rose awkwardly from the c1968 recliner, and utilised the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). Well, it took that long, I feared that I’d get a telegraph from the Queen, so long did I stand there tinkling away, at the LDYSSM (Long-Dribbling-Yet-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon) evacuation!

I had a mini-thought-storm, and afterwards, a period of anamesia. But could I recall what it was that was so important to remember? No! Well, not for a while.

I poddled to the kitchen, a precarious job this morning, the balance was not good at all. I took my time purposely. (This often happens a few hours after injecting the Enoxaparin) In hopes of avoiding any toppling over’s. Then I had to return to the bucket again, for a wee-wee of the same type. But the colour had changed from the one five-minutes earlier? A pretty orange tinge to this one. I took the EOGPB back with me to get it cleaned and disinfected.

The first job, I thought I’d get the morning’s Enoxaparin Injectionaliscalisationing done.

For some reason, I could not remember which side I stabbed last night. I don’t think it is over-serious whichever. I cleverly (for me, I thought), Got the Nokia, no, the Nikon set up on the airer where the injection kit and log-book is located.

Which meant I could get myself in front of the camera, and free the left hand to click the camera, thus saving using the naughty Peripheral Neuropathy’d right hand. The pictures came out alright, and this kept me wasting a lot of time, in taking a multitude of shaky, blurred useless photos, before getting some usable. I got a bit of word-blindness and confused there.

I got the needle in the yellow box and updated the log folder.

Aha, I remembered what it was I couldn’t recall earlier, the Iceland delivery was coming twixt 8>10:00hrs.  I must get the ablutions done soon again, so I can be sure of hearing the intercom ringing when he arrives.

Back to the kitchenette, did the Health Checks. The Sys is very high again, Humph! Temperature with the ear-hole thermometer was a much healthier 36.4°c.  Got the mushrooms in the crock-pot and made a brew of Extra-Strong Assam.

I started on this blog up to here, then went on to finalise the Thursday blog. Facebooking for a while, then I sent off the links. 

: Off to get the ablutions done. A good job I went early, cause I was delayed by the Woodthorpe Court Gremlins, causing me all sorts of problems. And that was with having a shower! Knacklewrangles!

Ablution Session Report:

  • I had to utilise the Porcelain Throne first. Rock-hard, it took ages and was bloody. (I did get a few answers in the crossword, though!)
  • The flush took me many efforts to clear things!  
  • The teeth cleaning, of course, set-off Toothache Thomas.  
  • I lost count of the dropsies when shaving. I counted up to ten of them, then gave up.
  • I got five nicks and a cut shaving!
  • I dropped the after-shave bottle, having mixed fortunes with this. It landed in the waste bin, so it didn’t break.
  • But en-route it bounced off of my left patella! And I hit the right shoulder against the sink going down to retrieve it!
  • Thus, Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley has woken up to give me some hassle! Grumph!
  • After this, the dropsies really did, take off! The soap, liquid (1), and tablet (4)! The flannel (2), then towel (2).
  • The Medicationing went better; this cheered me up.
  • Well, apart from my dropping Harold’s Haemorrhoid tube twice.
  • The ankle-ulcer looked like it was getting ready to erupt again—no chance of seeing a podiatrist for getting any help.
  • Then, it had to happen, I’ve not done this for a few days now; Carrying things as I left the wet room, I misjudged the gap, and gave my right elbow a crunching-clout on the door frame! Gangleboggleisations!
  • The legs and knees were looking far betterer. A bit of meat back on them both, and they were nearly the same size and shape as each other!
  • In fact, the skin all over the magnificent body of mine, (Inchcock Lie Detected!) looked to have regained some, not a lot, fair enough, but a modicum of colour? Hahaha!

I got dressed fully, without any further mishaps. I was off to the kitchen to check on the mushrooms. I turned off the heat, they looked about done now.

The morning had brightened a smidge. I took these shots left, ahead and to my right.

Onto the computer to get a template done, and get this blog started.

A few hours later, Iceland Stores delivery had not arrived. Then I realised it was only 09:30hrs, so there’s still 30 minutes of the window left.

I went on CorelDraw and Paint, to make up some page-head graphics.

As the rain came down again. It didn’t stop for long this time; ten minutes later, it had stopped. And the sun broke through occasionally.

The door chimes burst forth with there Dusty Springfield tune of ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫. Iceland food delivery had arrived. I thanked the chap and slipped him a can of G&T in thanks.

He put the bags through the door for me, so all I had to do was take them into the kitchen.

I have to admit, for the life-of-me, I couldn’t remember ordering another great-big bag of Cheese Quavers? The most significant amount of things were the new 4-roll packs of Kitchen Towels.

I tried one last time, and they are on offer. They are perfect for soaking up shaving blood, and they do not irritate Little Inchies fungal lesion when used to apply the Cortisone cream. Also, for applying Harold Haemmorhoids cream, and for blowing one’s nose on! Hahaha! Just the right size.

I got the fridge, freezer and cupboards overflowing after putting them away.

Went to get a ready-made, one that I did earlier, bottle of spring water and orange cordial, and notice how the sky had cleared up of mist and rain.

Back to the computer again, I’m determined to make time for some graphics done!

I’d forgot to take the black bags to the waste chute, a dodgy trip. The contractor decorators were in the lift foyer and chute room. Well, they weren’t actually, but the wet paint signs were not noticed by yours-truly, as they had not been put up yet. Hehehe! No problem, the paint came off of the trousers, slippers, and fingers quickly enough, it was that thin.

Back to the computer, and took another shot through the balcony. The rain had stopped again, and a bit of brightness threatened.

On CorelDraw once more.

Gawd, I suddenly feel not so good. I can hardly keep my eyes open. Better get summat to eat while I can.

Peas, potatoes and mushrooms, Surami prawns, fish in batter strips, with fish sauce vinegar. Flavour Rating 5/10. Apart from the fish, that I’d over-cooked, the mushrooms I’d undercooked. The Surimi prawn that I had not defrosted fully, the bitter taste of the garden peas, some of the Egyptian seedless grapes that had gone mouldy inside. Oh, and stabbing myself with the knife, it wasn’t too bad. Knockersworthyness! (A No-confidence Scenario emerging).

I injected the Enoxaparin and filled in the record log-folder.

I was still feeling so tired, but I had to stay awake, for the Amazon disinfectant delivery, and a possible visit from the After-Stroke lady.

I phoned Riechsfuhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana and asked if she could find out about my prescription delivery for me, please, as I only have two days’ supply left. Also, the yellow Sharps bin was over full with the used needles. She kindly said she would and will phone me back.

I got seated down, with Law & Order to view on the box, that has subtitles on it. Meaning, I shall not have the headphones on. So, providing I do not nod-off, I should have a chance of hearing the intercom or door chimes. Deana called back, the prescriptions should be arriving Saturday or Sunday. She has some paperwork and will deliver it later. Thank you!  

Deana arrived and left some paperwork for me. We managed a couple of minutes worth of ‘precious-to-me nattering’, and departed, me thanking her.

As you can see, there was a fair amount of reading, digesting, and decision making to be done. Not up to it at the moment, too tired!

When, how, and will I remember, are variables anticipated. Munggleblonks!

Not that I do not appreciate the caring enough to ask us what our preferences are. No, that shows a rare empathy. But at my age, state of health bodily and mentally, it’s taking me all my time and concentration, in just getting through and coping with my problems daily, without adscititious headwork needed.

I got down again and nodded off too quickly, I’m afraid! I woke in need of a wee-wee and heard the intercom as I was on the way to the wet room again. (Lucky that was!) This disappointing disinfectant delivery had arrived!

I’m getting a collection of many empty boxes now that will need sorting out. Tsk!

I couldn’t resist having a look at, smelling, and trying out the new ‘Fresh Lemon’, costly disinfectant.  I poured some into my disinfectant spray bottle and squirted some in a kitchenette waste bin. Where the lemon scent was, I don’t know. My tired nose could not detect any at all! Even stuck my snozzle into the 5litre bottle and no aroma of lemon there at all? So much for my plans of using it in the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), and the toilet tank. So sad!

Still, if this warns any of my many hundreds of readers of the lemonless disinfectant, it’s worth mentioning, so both readers can be aware. Hehe!

This was a foreign time to me, staying up this late. After the hours of struggling to stay awake, I would have thought it would mean my getting down and drifting off swiftly… But, no!

The Thought-Storms began. Cringleblastitt!

Inchcockum – Thursday 9th July 2020: Enoxaparin Injections to Continue – Amazon Delivery – Upsurge in Coronavirus in Nottingham. Oh, dearie me!

TFZers Jillie

Thursday 9th July 2020

Dutch: Donderdag 9 Juli 2020

01:30hrs: I was having a dream about my being chased in tunnels underground again! I found a small cave and hid in it; it was a harem. I woke up spreadeagled all over the £300, c1968, second-hand, not-working, sickenly beige-coloured recliner! The quilt had been thrown over the swivel chair, the bottle of spring water was on the floor along with the camera and Enoxaparin-filled box of needles, the toes were stinging something rotten. I mused, over why?

: Soon, my childish interest in the unfathomable waned. When, as I straightened my embarrassingly bulbous-bellied body, and caught my little finger on the arm of the chair (Again!). It didn’t half hurt! I fear this is the start of rheumatics in the fingers now. The skin looked rather pale this morning. As if I needed something else to help me drop things! Cragknockers!

I launched myself off of the recliner, caught by dodgy balance, grabbed the stick, and made my way to the kitchenette. Slowly and carefully, I might add. For my EQ had warned me to, that was good enough for me!

I got the kettle on, nipped for a wee-wee of a surprising RPOD (Reluctant-Painful-Orange-Dribbling) variety.

Washed the dandies, got the kettle on, and took the morning medications.

I had to have a think through on whether I needed to do an Enoxaparin injection or not. But with the INR nurse coming again today for the blood sample, I think not. Got the BP taken. The body temp was 82.5°f. Made the brew and left it to cool down, I don’t want the Toothache to get any worse.

Then, I took a shot of the poor right legs, uncut toes! Not a pretty sight! Hehe!

I started to update the Wednesday blog, and this took me ages! Concentration was lacking this morning, mistakes with the help and without the help of Shuiddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters failing. I struggled through, and before checking it, I got the crock-pot in use, to make another of the beef stews. The beef in first, with some vegetable and beef gravy seasonings. Added some red onions, sliced and without any blood being spilled (Smug-Mode-Adopted!). A few Piccolo tomatoes, and as a silly after-thought, I added some Stubbs Hickory liquid smoke. I fear this may prove to be a mistake, but it’s too late now. Unglefrogwogglings!

Then,  after a wee-wee, I made up a template for this diary. Went on the WordPress reader. Checked the nosh again, all looking good, took a photo of the now misty and raining view. It’s been drizzling on and off all morning.

Then off to get the ablutions tended to.

It was a little early, but with my going without a shower for two mornings now, I just had to have one. And before the time for the nurse to arrive.

Very few dropsies this session in the wet room, I reckon about six. A dizzy in the shower, and a couple of cuts shaving. Toothache Thomas was bad. Overall though, a decent result.

Checked the Emails, and Amazon now tells me that the Dettol and Lemon disinfectants will not be arriving today after all, but tomorrow before 20:00hrs! I bet it changes again! Splerminescence! However, the Hoisin sauce will be arriving today, before 22:00hrs. Ha! Tracked it, and it looks to me like it should be here this afternoon or teatime. Which is bedtime for me, usually? (He spouts confidently!)

I spent some time catching up on the WordPress Comments. Then went onto Facebooking. The nurse is due about now (09:30hrs). She told me she’d be here on twixt 08:00 & 10:00hrs. Well, it’s 10:50hrs now, no nurse yet.

The phlebotomy nurse arrived fifteen minutes later. She was with me for about five minutes. Obviously, the gal was in a rush. But kept pleasantness about her. And had to press-on, with her being all behind on her roster. Thank you, M’am.

I got an update on Nottingham’s Coronavirus status. It was not good! Oh, dear!

I made some graphics up on CorelDraw. I was checking on the nosh in between.

Nosh prepping, got spuds in oven. I finished one graphic and then served up the nosh.

Half-way through it, and the intercom chimed and flashed.

I did a toe-stubbing on the way to the machine. I gritted my teeth and muttered a few curses under my breath. Grampshackle-Globberisations!

An Amazon delivery had arrived. It was the Dettol Lavender & Orange oil medicated disinfectants, all six bottles! I got them checked and put away, leaving one out to use, under the sink.

Thanked the chap and slipped him a can of G&T. I’m glad I got these now, what with a possibility, nay, expectancy, of a Coronovavirus re-lockdown in Nottingham.

Back to the food, and finished off the rest of the meal. A flavour rating of 8/10 for this one. I got the pots and pans washed up, and found something on TV, erm…Law & Order it was, with subtitles to watch without the use of the headphones. There was a chance of the Hoisin Sauce being delivered, so I had the task of staying awake until it arrived.

Krucklebads! I fell asleep! When I woke up, I wondered if I’d missed the delivery, so went in hopes of finding the box at the front door outside. Well, well, well! There was the box Hoisin, on the floor! Phew!

Plastic bottles this time, which suited old fumble-fingers here down to the ground! Sorting out the bottles, well, I stuck them in the corner. Then I noticed last nights used Enoxaparin needle. I’ll get it in the yellow Contaminated Sharps box, and went in the front (junk) room, and promptly fell asleep again.

The landline lit up and flashed, “Aha, I said to myself” (well I was the only person present, Hehe!) that will be the Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin clinic with the results of this mornings rest. It was.

Julie, who explained the INR, was still too low, at 1.8, (3.5 targetted) and I must keep on with injecting two Enoxaparins a day until Monday night. The Warfarin Doses are to be:

Tonight x3, Fri x3, Sat & Sun 2½ tablets. And the next blood test will be on Monday. I thanked her muchly, then set about the self-inoculating procedures.

All done, I realised I’d not had a chance to ask the nurse about the Sharps Bin getting full. Humph! Well, she was very busy and in a rush.

I filled in the record log with what I’d done and took the evening medications.

I hadn’t noticed before, but on the cover of the log folder, were contact names and telephone numbers. I’ll get these in the Diary just in case I ever need them. Not that I can hear what they are saying over the phone, it’s even worse now the Audio Clinic is in lock-down, and getting hearing aid batteries is nigh-on impossible. I’m not allowed on buses; physically, things are that bad, I can’t walk too far, never mind getting to the Clinic, which is closed anyway.

So, why am I rambling on? There is an answer to that question. But it will most-likely involve words like; senescence, senility, senectitude, Ethonomia, septuagenarian and bonkersness. So, it’s best, perhaps if I do not try to find it!

I went to get a drink of spring water, and it was pelting down outside. As I took a picture with the Nikon camera, I noticed in the dead-end street ahead of me, were two gentlemen, Socially distanced in the middle of the road having a natter.

The circle in the top photo shows roughly the zoomed-in area, I took the second snap of, below. But in this rain! I take it they were both pluviophiles. They must have been soaked to the skin. Yet I wish I could have been out there with them! I was quite pleased with the Nokia pictures, considering the weather.

Hours beyond my head-down time now. I fear not getting up in time for my Iceland delivery in the morning.

Hey-Ho!

Inchcockski – Wed 8 July 2020: Involuntary self-harming seemed a popular divertissement today. Shlimazel!

TFZers, Janet , Harry, Meritt & Inchcock

 

Wednesday 8th July 2020

Gujarati: બુધવાર 8 મી જુલાઈ 2020

I had little sleep, (effects of the Exonarin) up eight or so times for a wee-wee! Each one a waste of time, SWI (Sprinkly-Weak-Itchy) affair. Eventually, on the last needed while in the recliner, at 03:00hrs, Little Inchies fungal lesion started bleeding, so off to the wet room and wince-making job of cleaning and medicating. The uncut toenails and trying to walk without too much pain from them and the feet was not an easy task. I came close to having a tumble en route, thanks to Dizzy Dennis. Cragangles!

Still, all bleeding free, cleaned and medicated now. Eowskibungles! Hehehe!

I took a snap of the morning view, using the Aperture Priority option. Not brilliant but it’ll have to do.

I had to nip back to the wet room for yet another SWI (Sprinkly-Weak-Itchy) wee-wee. I got the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) disinfected and left it near the computer, in anticipation of the wee-wees continuing all day. Humph!

The knuckle on the right hand was more lumpy and just as tender today. But it was still keeping a safe social distance from the other fingers. Hehehe!

I tended to the medicationalisationing first.

With my ever-reliable Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, not having any 100mg Enoxaparin-fille hypos, I now have to stick in two by 40mg needles. (They do it on purpose you know, they hate me!)

Still, it will be interesting to see the different shapes of the scars, this time. More Art that the Tate Gallery is missing out on! It’s not as if I want a lot, £100 a photo? Hehehe!

The little yellow Contaminated Waste Box will soon be overfilled. I’ll have to mention this to whichever Dracula Nurse calls to take the extra blood sample, tomorrow. I must remember that tonight it is 2½ Warfarins, and one Enoxaparin injection, and must resist taking any extra Codeines for the toothache, the lady said in last night telephone call. I’ve forgotten why, but am sure she said this.

I got the Health Checks done. The sys is creeping up again.

The earhole body temperature came up as ‘Low’, but I wasn’t quick enough to catch the figure.

I took a snap of the pained old uncut, warped, gnarly, cringeworthy, discommodious, Howard-Hughes-like, tender, itchy, painful pinkies.

The thought of getting them cut and the ulcer bled. The inflamed, hard skin that effectuates fears of a return of the Tinea Pedis. I’m sure that many other residents must be in the same boat. Good luck to us all! Of course, if all these places I need access to being reopened; the hearing clinic, the opticians, the dentist, etc., will have one hell of a waiting list by then. So, I’m not getting my hopes up too much! (Ha! Me? Getting hopes up? It’s not natural!)

Toothache Thomas suddenly got worse for some reason. That cheered me up! And I can’t take any Codienes! Claptickleisations!

Made a start on yesterday’s blog updating. This cost me a lot of time and frustrations. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was in a decent enough mood, but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters kept failing and working. This delayed things and got me in a tizzy.

I barely got the job done in time for the Ablutions to be tackled, so I would be available for the Iceland delivery.

I checked the status of the kitchen first, to make sure I’d not left taps running, lights on, or the stove on, then set off for the wet room. The first one in ‘Auto’, the second in Aperture Priority. Much difference?

The Ablutionisationing went fair enough. A few dropsies. No Shower, too early. A nick or two when shaving, Toothache Thomas raging, when I cleaned the teggies. The worst thing was as I was getting dressed, I lost my balance getting the PPs on, and went over, hitting the Sock-Glide, knocking it off of the shower stool, and continued to the floor, with the damned glide following me down!

No, I apologise, I was wrong about this being the worst bit – getting back up after was the hardest and most painful. Gragnackles! I put some Phorpain on the new bruises that I could reach, made a brew to let go cool before drinking, and got on with the writing of this blog.

The intercom chimed and flashed. It was Iceland’s driver-delivery. The chap arrived and dropped the carriers through the door for me. Well, he put then in the middle of the door runner for me. I had a job holding open the door to move them inside. The bloke looked a little frazzled and mentioned how busy he was. So I thanked him and slipped him a can of G&T.

I took the bags through to the kitchen for sorting out. Knocking the cloth airing over as I misjudged the gap available. (You find this easier and easier to do this when you’ve got Peripheral Neuropathy Tsk!)

I got the fridge food sorted first. Beetroot salad, mushrooms, red onions, skinless sausages, pork & pickle min pies, brown bread thins, new potatoes, and potato salad. Got them into the fridge, just enough room.

Then the freezer products. I’d got some Special Price smoked Haddock fillets, and Fish in batter with salt & vinegar flavouring. But the offer meant me having to buy three if each. I did so in the knowledge that a certain lady would make use of a pack of each. This worked out lovely, I’d just got room for the other frozen stuff to fit in. I phoned the lady to tell her I was coming down with the fodder for her attentions. And anything she wanted to do with them as alright with me. I know the food will be made good use of.

I took them, and what a performance it was getting down as well! With tenants not supposed to use the left Contractor dedicated cage (understandably so), but the right cage was stuck on floor 13 and not moving. Repeatedly the left cage arrived, and I kept pressing a button and getting out, in hopes that the right side cage will be freed. In the end, I had to get in it!

I dropped the bag off and returned to the lifts. The right one still on floor 13! In the end, I had to use the naughty left one again. Horrible guilty feeling!

I got back to the apartment eventually. Haha! I’d also ordered some Peri-Peri salt, I’ve never had it before. As I put the cupboard goods away, I stuck my finger in the pot of salt, to try the taste of it. Blimey, it was hot!

I got back to doing this post. Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and had another wee-wee. Washed the dandies, and got the meal prepped. I got the diced beef in the slow-cooker, adding some gravy granules and veg pot seasoning. Later I added some sliced red onions, garden peas, potatoes and

I searched Amazon for some cheaper Dettol Lavender disinfectant and Zoflora lemon. The one’s I searched for last week were all too expensive.

I found these on the right, all at a much better price than earlier. The Dettol worked out a little below £3 each for 6 of them. The lemon disinfectant, a 5l size was £16, and the Hoisin sauce also at £3 a bottle. So I ordered one of each. They should be arriving on Friday they tell me.

I injected the last of the 100ml ExonaparinsChecked on the progress of the crockpot stew.

The food was almost ready now. A quick wee-wee (surprising, I know, Haha!), then I’ll get the nosh prepped! Went to wash my hands, and when I got back to the kitchen, I spotted this smoke coming from the Basford area.

The smoke looked to be clean and white, so hopefully, it was not a house fire. Fingers crossed!

I turned my attention to getting the fodder sorted out, and the landline rang and flashed. It was a nurse from the Phlebotomy Vampire Crew (Haha!). She told me she would be calling in the morning to take another INR blood test. I thanked her and made a note on the calendar.

Back to the preparing of the meal, to satisfy my phagomania.

This stew came out better than I expected it to. I’ve got another pack of the diced beef to have tomorrow, but I won’t be putting any of the Peri-Peri salt in it.

Tasty, flavoursome and filling. With a couple of little Viennese biscuits and a pot of lemon mousse to follow. Taste-Worthiness- Rating: 8.0/10.

Took the evening medications. And settled to watch a ‘Boon’ DVD. Ah, nostalgia! I turned off the DVD player and TV when I started to nod off and wake again repeatedly.

I think I started to have a dream about my being chased in an underground tunnel. Next thing I remember was the knees hitting the carpet when I dropped onto the floor from the recliner, clouting my poor right-hand little finger on the arm of the chair, right on the swollen knuckle? What-Who-When-Why-How?

I’m so glad there is no CCTV in the flat. Even I had to laugh at my antics to get back up into the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, that has seemed to have ejected me? Clambering back like climbing a mountain, with a few slide-backs, and spreading about of the cushion and quilt. The farce took away all the pain that I should have felt but didn’t.

Another mystery of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, 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? 

As I sat there, calming myself down, I looked at the clock, but could not read it? Aha, where are my spectacles?

I spied them on the carpet a few feet away from where my muscular, highly tuned, healthy, Adonis-like, young, fit, desirable to women, six-foot-plus, power-house of a body,  had landed from the fall off of the chair. Hehehe! 

Luckily, I had the picker-upperer laying on the next chair and utilised it to retrieve the spectacles.  And they were not broken, although a scratch or two on the left lens was annoying me!

More good news, all the noctambulistic diving off of the recliner and the ensuing kerfuffling about, did not disturb my getting back to sleep! Wogigj. Mind you, the knees were giving me a bit of grief.

Yee-Ha!

Inchcockski – Thursday 2nd June 2020: I avoided another psychasthenia. Phew!

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Thursday 2nd June 2020

German: Donnerstag, 2. Juni 2020

02:35hrs: Although the night had been entirely free of any wee-weeing, it started the moment I stirred into mock-life! I painfully fumbled my extraordinarily exorbitantly, excessive-sized wobbly body and dangly thin limbs from the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken by my brother-in-law Pete, recliner. My Xyrophobia suffering, over amour-propred Brother-in-law Pete, when he was searching the flat while I was in the hospital with the Stroke, and taking my valuables, and took a rest. Fatal! He could not resist the electrics and got out his screwdriver and toyed with them. Now, the recliner no longer works!

I caught my balance, got the walking stick, and made my way to the unused overnight, GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), for what turned out to be a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode wee-wee. It took a while to get started, during which it dawned on me, what a great sleep I’d had! I reckon five-hours worth. Smug-Mode-Assumed! I left the GPEB where it was, cause I had a feeling that it might be needed again, now that the flowing has started and I’d Christened it.

Off to the kitchen, I limped. The volume of the ‘Hum’ was excessive this morning. Yet, when I opened the unliked, unloved, hard to clean, thick-framed, rain emitting, danger-to-old-folks who cannot see out and below cause of the ridiculously wide ledge, photographer-hating designed window to take these shots, it got even louder!

I got the kettle on then, but I had to nip back to the bucket. A total change this time. The bladder had complete absolute, omnipotent control over the power and flow. And boy, did it burst forth! An LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-like-Blasting) style. Surprisingly, with no pain at all? The colour had even changed back to the cloudy grey? I got the hands washed and back to the kitchen.

The readings on the hemadynamometer were looking fine today. The body temperature was showing up as 74°c.

Unbelievably, I then had to go back for another wee-wee! It was of the same model. I noticed later when I went in the Diary photo album, that the results compared to last Thursday, were very similar.

Washed and wiped again, and back to the kitchenette. Made the mug of Extra-Strong Assam tea, and took the medications.

I concentrated hard, as assiduously as was possible on getting the updating of the Wednesday blog done. This is because, as I settled to start working, Saccades-Sandra and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter’s were behaving themselves.

I shall not keep mentioning them, but persistent and variable types (from the WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) to some BOASSA (Blasting Out-and-Suddenly-Stopping-Abruptly) modes of wee-wees pestered me for hours! Too frequent to mention them all here!

I achieved my goal, and with the ailments still being kind, I made up the template for this post.

I decided to get the thin quilt in soak, ready for cleaning later on. I’ve no idea what’s going on or what I’m supposedly doing at the moment! I keep changing between tasks and forgetting what I was doing! I got the quilt washed, and left it on some fabric freshener in the sink.

I sent Jane and Pete an email, asking how Pete was going, as I hadn’t heard from him for a bit now.

Then, made a start on this diary. But, Saccades, Dizzy Dennis and Nicodemus all came to life at the same time, and progress was stunted. Saccades-Sandra eased off first. Bless her!

I went to make another brew, and have a wee-wee. The day was dawning now. And I managed to take a decent shot of the skies, that I thought looked so beautiful. But a haze soon appeared afterwards, obnubilating my nephelococcygia fun. Tsk!

The landline chirped and flashed. It was Brother-inLaw Pete ringing in response to my email. He sounded in reasonable spirits considering. He is to go into the City Hospital today. For further tests and permissioning for his trial tests on a new treatment for his melanoma. I was glad to hear this, especially that he is to go in today, at 10:30hrs! He’s part of a chosen few patients for the trialling of the treatment. We chatted for a good while, and my EQ picked up on his determination, and good spirits, that hid a fear. Naturally! 

I intend to take a picture of the City Hospital from the window at 10:30hrs. Even though the mist is now falling. With the lad being a bricklayer, and having lived and worked in Australia for some years, his stripping off to show the girls his muscular body so often, might have encouraged the poor devil’s cancer. Fingers crossed, and I think he’s doing the right thing in going for experimental trials, good for him!

I’ve placed all of the photographs taken of the City Hospital this morning. 

The final one went with a Good Luck Message sent through the ether for Pete. I bet Jane’s at home worrying, I’ll call her later on, try to perk her up a tad.

It’s a good sign that the mist cleared just in time for me to get a decent shot or two in.

I’ll email one to Pete when he’s out and back home, as a reminder, of good news I hope.

The ablutions are now overdue. I got the things needed and others ready to use, and hobbled without too much bother, to the wetroom.

As I got the towel off of the airer to take in, I managed to clout the back of my right hand on the heater, snap the alarm wristlet band, and knocked the heater over, catching my toes against it as it fell. Then to add insult to injury, I hit my head against the frame of the door, bending down to retrieve the towel! Grobbleknangles!

Today’s ablutions went aleatorily well! A few dropsies, there will always be them. Toothache Thomas was not happy. However; no shaving cuts, no walking into or knocking anything over. As for the showering, ready for this… only two dropsies! Fair enough, the medicating part could have gone better, yet still only two accifauxpas! I was well pleased with how it went!

I got the light-quilt out of the bowl and got it on the flat airer to help it dry off. By Jiminee I was going well! Took the evening medications early!

Then I decided on the meal for today. Red potato battered fritters, Surami sticks, tomatoes, the last sourdough muffin, buttered of course.

Then I set about sorting the last bag of so-called fresh peas podded, and in the saucepan ready. I found a lot more useable peas than in yesterdays bag. However, Dang, dang, dang… Dang! Morrison had given me some extra meat with them. It’s in the second photo, but I doubt you will be able to spot it. A maggot floated to the surface of the sweetened water in the pan! Humph!

The bottom picture shows the pea pods I had to reject unopened and throw in the waste bin! Good old Morrison’s! They short deliver me the baking trays, then give me a bonus with their rotting garden peas. I could spit! I got the maggot out, and checked all the others for interlopers, rewashed them, and returned them to the saucepan. Isn’t life a sod at times! I might grill it later. Har-har!

I sorted the waste bags out, filled the three-wheeler with them, and took them to the waste chute. I noticed the Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis clinic test results, INR, had arrived. 

When I got back, I checked them. The lady from the Doctor’s reception last night with the new doses didn’t tell me the INR level was down to 1.7! Blimus and Bejeezers, I might be back on the Enoxaparin injections soon! Still, I’ve got plenty in stoke, or even stock, now.

I went on Facebooking, WordPress Reader. Link sent off. WordPress Reader.

Started the Fodder preparations. During which I found this pill had dropped on the floor! Whether it was a Furesomide, Beta-blocker or a Codeine, there was no way of telling. All three of them look so similar to each other. I cleaned it and took it. Huh!

Got the nosh on the plate, and into the recliner to nosh while watching some Law & Order episodes. The battered red potato fritters, the fresh garden peas (and perhaps the odd unnoticed maggot), the mature, stinky, tasty Stilton and Marmite cheese, piccolo tomatoes, gherkins, surimi sticks, apple, lemon mousse, and some seedless grapes made up the plate. Taste Rating: 8.5/10. Dived into it, leaving nothing on the plate! 

I went to get the pots washed. Returned to the rickety, c1968 recliner, to watch some more TV with the feet up on the swivel chair.

The mangled ugly imitation Howard Hughes uncut toenails getting worse and more painful every day!

Spared a thought about Brother-in-Law Pete. The new chemotherapy preparations will have started by now. I expect him to have nurses fussing over him, and the usual for him, Private meals, a TV supplied, headphones, Sky channels etc. and so on. Makes yer sick! But I’m not jealous! Hehe!

TTFNski!

Inchcockski – Wed 1st July 2020: A less naufrageous day!

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Wednesday 1st July 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 1af Gorffennaf 2020

03:00hrs: I’d had about six hours kip! But, somewhat unfortunately broken for many wee-wees of the RPD (Reluctant-Painful-Dribbling) variety, of a cloudy grey colour. But no complaints about this, for I felt a little livelier this Wednesday morning. That is of the mind, not physically, for Saccades, Sandra woke at the same time as I did. Psychologically, I was frisky, but with a mental unclarity, with certain inveterate stupefactions lingering in the background? Uncertainties, lack of confidence and unrecognisable fears.

But, I certainly appreciated getting some Sweet Morpheus in. Albeit, with some vertiginousness of mind, and a lingering unexplained nervousness and apprehension. Why? That is the question that needs an answer. Preferably with kyriolexy, and not some obscure dug-out, with vague logicality’s in the explanation, that encourages only further confusions and worries. I waffled on there a bit, sorry!

I extracted my humungous heavily-bellied body from the recliner, caught my balance, and woggled off, stick in hand, to the wet room for another wee-wee. The same mode again, and taking this, the need for the Porcelain Throne to be sat on arrived.

One of the more excruciating sessions this one! Not messy, Karki in colour. Massive, and a bit bloody. All finished in record time, though. Which is probably why it stung so much.

The pins and plates looked a little battered and bruised. But they weren’t hurting any more than usual? The pins looked like they had lost a bit of weight? The knees have not looked so good in a long time, is Arthur Itis on holiday? Hahaha! The veins seemed to be making their minds up whether to surface or not today? 

I got freshened up and a new pair of PPs on, and with no injuries as well!

I did take a moment to outstare the Sock-Glide before I left the wet room. If he had eyes, they would have been glaring at me, threateningly! Desperate to draw blood and bruise me, supply my fingers with more black welts again! He must be in a right bad mood now! With the toes uncut for so long, it’s been months since I’ve been able to wear socks or shoes, it’s just too painful.

I’m dreading the Podiatrist opening, firstly the agony of having the nails cut, the ulcer bled and the corns trimmed! But mostly, the fear of having to use the sock-glide again! I still have scars from my last battle with the dreaded Sock-Glide in April. I’m wandering off-course again here! A moment of insanity mayhaps, sorry about that!

Off to the kitchen, where the twinkling lights of Nottingham greeted me through the unwanted, light & view-blocking windows. I got the kettle on and opened one of them to take these photos, and the wind was nippy as it blew in. I took the first shot in Auto mode, the second in the Night Landscape mode.

I got a mug of Glengettie Gold tea poured out, and the need for a wee-wee returned, so, off to the wet room. And what a change in style this release was! A PLAVC (Long-Painful-And-Various-Coloured) mode. I swear it changed colour half-way through, from a cloudy grey to an even more cloudy orange?

The health checks were done. The Sys and Dia were a bit higher this time, the ear temp showed as ‘Low’.

I got on the computer and started to update the Tuesday post. Saccades Sandra and Dizzy Dennis bothered me a bit. But fantastically, Nocodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shoulder-Shuddering -Shirley were both being kind to me. Confusionalising me!

With determination, I got the updating finished, but Saccades Sandra mainly, caused it to be a three-hour-plus job! I had to keep stopping to wait for the vision focusing to return. Three wee-wees were needed during this session. All three of them were of the PASL (Powerful-Apricot-Short-Lived) variety. But it makes wee-weeing a bit more interesting, not knowing what colour or how powerful things will be!

When they lasered the Cancer in the bladder, I recall the Doctor telling me that this change of colouration may initially be active. Hehehe! That was in 1982, and it’s just started!)

I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and nibbled some seedless grapes while the kettle boiled. When I realised I had eaten such a lot of grapes, it dawned on me, I had not turned the kettle on. So I did!

I took a shot from the light and view-blocking, unliked kitchen window, to the left, and then right.

As I made the tea, I had to hobble off for another wee-wee. This time it was a rare, SFRTFC (Strong-Forceful-Reluctant-To-Finish-Cloudy) one, back to deep orange in colour. Still, it kept the interest going. What will the next one be like, I thought, TTPOT, (Thrusting Tyrian Purple Trickling mode?) Hahaha!

The ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ tune rang out from the doorbells. It was Jenny who’s left a bag of stuff for me outside. Lemon mousse and yoghourt, bless her cotton socks. She’d even given me som foil oven trays after reading yesterdays blog ♥! I rang her to thank her. An angel within my midst!

I got the potatoes from the slow cooker into the saucepan. Added some beef granules and balsamic vinegar into the remaining crock-pot liquid, and got the pod peas out to shell them. And what a tale to tell!

I opened the bag of Morrison’s 454g bag of peas, they had a 4th July sell-by date on them. Most of the big bag went straight in the waste bin as I sorted them out to find some that were at least pretend-fresh! I noticed a few that I started to open had worms and or insects in the pod. So I double-checked every one that I podded. I also looked in the water in the saucepan I’d dropped the earlier peas into, for any sneaked in insects floating or swimming in the liquid! 

Part of the way through an insect crawled out on my finger. I began to investigate what it might be, it didn’t look like it had wings, but it bit my finger and flew away as I was about to photograph it!

Well, I never! I wonder if there are any entomologist (I’ll just check I’ve got the right word on Google – yes, okay), living in the blocks of flats? Hehehe!

The peas that got in the saucepan were few and far between, especially for the £1.50 they cost. I added a lot of demerara sugar to the pan and checked on the Pork Shoulder I’d put in the slow-cooker with the gravy.

I eventually made a brew, and then went on Facebooking on the TFZer and Winwood Heights pages. Had to stop, flashing picture been put up. Saccades-Sandra kicked of big-time. I couldn’t even comment on here for hours. Focusing and vision terrible. I may have to stop going on Facebook, even if I do enjoy it so much. I do not want to go through this again.

I went to get the ablutions done. But couldn’t see to shave or shower safely. Couldn’t do any art creation work either.

Struggled to get the nosh prepared. And part-way through doing so, Saccades Sandra dissipated, and boy was I glad she did! As quick as she came on.

This, I think, helped me enjoy the meal so much more. A had a bit of success with this one—worth all the faffing about and time it took to get it made. The pork Shoulder steaks were tasty, well, everything was, really. I put some butter on them and the potatoes. The Jenny-supplied lemon mousse went down smoothly afterwards, with some home-made spring water, mixed with a drop of orange cordial. Flavour Rating: 8.7/10!

This nosh and the getting free of Saccades vision problems were a double-treat!

However, the edge was taken from the sensation when I went to wash the pots! ‘Ich war a wenig ahntoisht’, when I dropped the plastic washing-up liquid bottle, and it broke as it hit my foot then the floor! Not really annoyed, but pee’d off a smidge. I got it cleaned up, I now have a clean patch of floor, surrounded by tiles that still need cleaning. Hehe!

I got settled down again eventually, and there were three on-the-trot episodes of Law & Order showing on channel 21, ‘5-USA’. I planned to stay down in the chair and enjoy them. So, I got the medications taken good and early, in case I forgot later. Then began the viewing.

I got the legs and feet up on the swivel chair. I would have used the £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner, but of course, this no longer works, after Brother-in-Law Pete broke it playing with the controls when I was in hospital as he stole my valuables while flat sitting. Hehehe!

What a farce! I kept nodding-off for a few minutes, missing or losing the plot of the story-line, for hours. Waste of time watching it!

However, after getting up for a wee-wee and resettling in the chair – Heaven! I fell asleep, and without any wee-wee interruptions, kipped for five hours straight! Fantastisch!

Inchcockski – Tues 30 June 20: No sleep, Blood Test, Fire Alarm, Stubbed Toe and dropped a mug of tea, Paramedics on site, Morrison mess with the order. Humph!

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Tuesday 30th June 2020

Sinhala: 2020 ජුනි 30 වන අඟහරුවාදා

23:25hrs: No sleep at all, Sweet Morphious, denied me by being woken up repeatedly; callers, Toothache Thomas and Anne Gyna, all successful in ensuring I got no rest. Groggleknockers!

I decided to give up! I edged my colossally-stomached, wobbly-torsoed body and skinny-dangly legs, out of the £300, second-hand, not-working, c1968, rickety recliner. Off for a wee-wee.

Ah, things were better this time! A bit more force and less spraying. Still the green-grey colour, mind.

Off I plodded to the kitchenette, every step taken was an example of coping with pain. From the toes and feet! (A little sympathy prompting there, sorry about that!) The late-night view was difficult to photograph. I had four goes on different settings before I got a shot that was as close as dammit to what it looked like in the viewer. This one was with the Aperture Priority selected. The Night Panorama that I tried produced a black picture only?

I got the kettle on and did the first of the Health Checks.

The sphygmomanometer results were the best for ages! SYS 136, DIA 64, Pulse 80, and the body temperature was just showing up as low. (It does that, it goes from the reading to high or low, when I am insensate and not quick enough to get it out of my ear-hole to have a look, Hehe!) Ah, well!

I took the medications and made a mug of Glengettie Gold Tea. On the first sip of the brew, I started hiccuping. Two-hours later, when I got around to writing this, I was still hiccuping! I hope this did not bother Herbert above me, for they were loud and vicious disembogue’s, irritating, almost non-stop!

So annoying and frustrating! I tried the drinking of the luke-warm tea from the opposite side of the mug.

I shouldn’t have done that! Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed at the wrong time, and I dropped my mug and created a picklement for myself! Bugglesworthlessness!

On the light at the end of the tunnel search: The miracle of it hitting my left knee and depositing some hot tea, down the leg as mentioned above, then bouncing off of my knee, and straight into the waste bin, pleased me! Amazingly the mug didn’t break (that’s twice I’ve dropped it in the last three days), and the mess was minimal because of where it came to rest. So, the cleaning up was more straightforward, and the foul language was not so severe as it might have been! A smidge of good luck there methinks!

I cleared up the mess and went to make another mug of tea. I got the pork shoulder steaks, with new potatoes in the crockpot cooking. I added sea salt, Light Soy sauce, some pork gravy granules, and seasoning. (Too much methinks?) I’m not sure how old the gravy and seasoning is, but it still hadn’t dissolved two hours later?  Have I viliorated my meal planning? Having a feeling that this is not going to have a happy ending, and my EQ backed me up.

The day is breaking now! I updated the Inchcocks Photos widget on the blog. Replaced with all Winwood Heights people now and then. I updated the Monday post. WordPress Reader. Next, on to the Facebooking.

The wee-wees had decreased. Anne Gyna had eased off. Toothache Thomas, the feet and toes continue as the main pain-donators. Haha!

Then, the Phlebotomy Nurse, Christina, let herself in the flat. She’d been pressed in by someone in the foyer. Didn’t half make me jump! Hahaha! A good job, I’d taken the wash and shave early, and had some clothes on! Gawd that would have made her jump more than her arrival made me! Pity, she was in a great rush again, that’s why she had to come so early. She still managed a bit of nattering while she took the blood, Bless her cotton socks ♥.

I felt a bit peckish, and I went to get some biscuits and made a fresh mug of Glengettie tea. Dizzy Dennis kicked off while making the brew. Humph! Two hours later, I limpingly meandered off to get the Ablutions tended to.

Ablutionalisticalisationing Report:

  • The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Much easier than yesterday. Not so messy, and far less painful! Only two dropsies.  
  • Toothache Thomas made cleaning the teeth a grindingly, agonising job!
  • The shaving had a few clangers involved. Cuts were in fashion this morning. Several of them, but every one of them was tiny, yet bled a lot more than usual.
  • The Shaving dropsies just might have been a record. I lost count of the times the Jenny-supplied picker-upperer was used! Razors about six times if I recall rightly, the foam and the After-Shave bottle I used to stop the bleeding.
  • The medicationalisation went better than usual, though. Only dropped Harold Haemorrhoids cream once, the Germolid the same! I did come close to losing the Olive-Oil-dropper, but I kept control. Smug-Mode-Adopted!
  • The deodorant, Saccades Sandra Spray, and room freshener were all dropped several times! Humph!   A final fling, as if to put it. Hahaha!

The knees looked much better, and the leg veins were shy today. Oh, I’ve just noticed, I’m no longer Hiccuping!

Off to check on the pork in the slow cooker. The seasoning I’d added, had still not dissolved? (I must be careful and make sure everything is safe before I make it into a stew). 

On closer inspection, I found that the pork shoulder was already cooked, and was soft. The potatoes were still hard. And I’d forgotten to put the mushrooms in the mix.

No problem, mind you. My absent-mindedness, paramnesia, and blank-spells were ion existence before the stroke. It’s just that since then, they have taken up permanent residence within the grey-cells! As with the Peripheral Neuropathy and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, they are a part of Inchcocks make-up nowadays. I took out the pork and some gravy and added them to the saucepan with the peas.

As I was pondering on whether to take another picture from the unwanted, unliked, thick-framed, thick-framed, impossible to get at to clean (without risking life and limb to use the step ladders), letting the rain in, new kitchen windows. I put the kettle on to boil again, the flats Fire Alarms sounded.

By the time I got to the balcony and opened the finger trapping end window, that also lets the rain in, well, they all do, the first of the tenders responding arrived. Followed a minute later by the second vehicle.

The crews strolled into the foyer. Judging by their casual and ambling approach, I took it that they didn’t expect the alarm to indicated there was a real fire. After all, it must be three weeks or so now, since the Winchester Court Fire. Longer since a Woodthorpe Court one. The crews were on their way home within five minutes. Thank you, lads!

When I nipped onto the balcony to see if the chaps had departed, I took a snap through the window of the end of Chestnut Walk. I didn’t want to risk injury opening the lethal metal spring clip window again. No, that’s wrong. That window is just impossible to open, too tight. The maintenance men tried for me five months or so ago, and they couldn’t do it. It was when they came to look at the plaster breaking up on the ceiling of the balcony. Naturally, they have not been back.

I opened the left end window that one works! To take the 2nd shot in the other direction. The picture looked pretty with the oh-so green trees.

Then onto CorelDraw to do some graphics.

Oops! Time for the mobile shop, it’ll be here in twenty minutes. So, I put Computer Cameron in Sleep-Mode and got the wheels, cash and down to the ground floor… well, that was the plan, anyway!

A new system has been set-up for the lifts again. Sensible, but time-consuming! As it is, we are only allowed one resident in a lift at a time. So, it can be a long wait to get the elevator at times. Now, we can only one lift, the right one is for residents & Visitors, the left one is reserved for Construction Workers Only. As I say, understandable, but so frustrating.

The Construction Workers lift kept coming and the door opening, repeatedly. I leant in, and pressed the ground floor button, then pushed the call button (Which works for the nearest lift). The Workers lift kept coming back up and tempting me to be naughty, but I resisted! This happened three times. Would I make it down in time to catch the mobile shop? Dang, dang, dang… Dang! Hehehe! 

By the time I’d got down to the ground floor, the electronic sign informed me I had a minute to get outside before the ETA of the shop.

Luckily, it was a few minutes late in coming. It was nice to have someone to natter to, even from a safe-distancing way away.

It was windy out there, one gal had not got a jacket on either. Brr! I took this picture while awaiting my turn. I got some bits, about three, the chap had not the other three items I fancied. Can’t be helped!

As I said my farewells and got back into the flats, it dawned on me how much I’d spent to buy this few items? I purchased four tomatoes as well. Had to tell him that two were rotten and gone soft. He changed them for me. Well, the chap is new to the game, and a life-saver at times, so no complaints from me. He was a used-car salesman before the danged Coronavirus arrived. His missus doesn’t come out with him anymore, here is the entrepreneurs’ story link: Car Salesman starts Mobile Shop.

Josie came in behind me and insisted I take a pint of semi-skinned milk for the one I let her have on Friday. I said, “I don’t use semi skinned, I prefer to use whole milk, but less of it.”- “Why did you have it in then?” – “I kept it in reserve with it being long-life, just in case” Anyway, she forced it on me. Hehehe!

We got up to the flats, and Josie held the door open for me to get in with the trolley, bless! I got in with the bits bought – £6 something for these. The apples were of particular interest. The label read, Product of France. The apples look tasty, so I got one out to nibble. The stick-on tag on the fruit read, Grown in New Zealand. I took a couple of the seedless grapes to try, and noticed there were a lot of bare fruitless stalks! Hahaha!

I’m getting a smidge tired now, nearing my usual nosh and head-down time. But, I need to stay awake for the Morrison delivery arriving late on. So, back to the CorelDrawing for a while. Hello, a phone call coming in, I hope it’s Sister Jane to tell me how she and Pete’s coping.

Nope! It was the Morrison delivery man Julian, saying he might be arriving early. So I saved the work, turned off Computer Cameron, and got ready for him arriving. I took a peep outside to see if I could see the van…

I thought at first, it was the Morrison van. But on a closer look, I’m afraid it was the Emergency Ambulance. Oh, dear! 

A few minutes later, and the fodder arrived. The chap put the carriers in the hallway for me, I thanked him, slipped him a can of G&T, and took them through to the kitchen and stored them away.

Well, they made a right mess of the oven trays I’d ordered. They charged me for 1×2 large trays and sent just one (Crushed) individual one! And 2×4 small trays and I didn’t get any, but the label that goes on them, was in a carrier? I’ll be so glad when I can get out and buy food for myself. Humph! The two packets of sweet potato pancakes were one! I was all confused!

And muggings here thanked them and gave him a treat! Frangleklops!

I got the stuff put away, and got the meal served up. At least this turned out alright. Made even tastier with the two Sourdough muffins dipped in the gravy! A stew of sorts. Onions, mushrooms, pork shoulder, all overseasoned with Soy sauce, Balsamic vinegar, tasty juices, canned potatoes and garden peas.  Flavour Rating: 7/10.

Got the washing in the bowl to soak overnight. And down into the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner, in search of sleep. Which surprisingly came sharpishly.

The landline flashed. I hazily of mind, struggled up to answer it. It was the Doctor’s surgery, with the new dosages for the Warfarin, from the Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis Unit. Tue 2½, Wed 2, Thur 2½, Frid 2½, Sat 2½, Sunday 2. There was no number for Monday? Unless, in my half-awake state, I missed it. Which is a possibility? The next blood test is in on Tuesday 7th June.

I wrote the figures down, thanked her, and climbed back into the none-working, sickeningly beige-coloured, c1968 recliner. In search of Sweet Morphious once more.

This time with a lot more success!

Apart from several disturbances to have wee-wees. (All of the RPD (Reluctant-Painful-Dribbling) variety, I must have got, ready for it… six hours kip in between! Great!

Inchcockski – Monday 29th June 2020: Discomforting, diuturnal doings of a baffling nature!

Monday 29th June 2020

Igbo (Africanus Horton): Mọnde 29th June 2020

02:00hrs: After many false wake-ups, I had to make this one real, cause I needed a wee-wee, again! I fought my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, dilapidated, not working, uncomfortable, Haemorrhoid-damaging, rickety recliner, to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). It had been well-used overnight, so many times I thought I must have worn the carpet down! Hehe! 

However, the content level barely covered the bottom of the bucket. Each sprinkling session during the night got smaller, or less than the previous one. This effort lasted for about a painful four seconds! I reckon I’ve got another urine infection. The colour was white and cloudy. Hey-ho! 

But at least it got me up, and when I stubbed my toe on the edge of the hearth, this ensured I was fully awake, and the brain started to activate. Not logically, but it was nice to pretend.

 I took the bucket for cleaning and sanitising, and I found I needed the Porcelain Throne while I was in the wet room.

Well, agony hardly covers how painful this was! I needed to exert a lot of pressure to get things moving… But it was Rock-solid! Half in, half out, the motion stalled! The pain did remain, for ages, a quick bash at the crossword until I got it going again! The sight of all the blood shook me for a second or two. I decided not to photograph the view!

A good cleansing session and some Germoloid cream applied to the rear-end.

Despite the agony of the evacuations, I still found time to cringe at the pain from the uncut toenails and feet.

To the kitchenette. I took the morning medications first, then got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks. Which came out much better today. The earhole temperature was 62.2°c.

Then I tried to take a scan photo of the roadway below, but the shaking made every effort fail. Blanglebotherations!

So I tried taking two shots, and later manipulated them as best I could together, (Not very good!) and grouped them, converted to Bitmap, and trimmed them down. I wonder if I’ll ever be capable of taking a scan-shot again? Probably not. Humph!

No red vehicles in view for Billum?

I launched myself into updating the Sunday blog. It took me a while as Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were as usual, on and off. Silver Lining Results: Saccades Sandra, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and Shaking Shaun was all in a good mood!

I got it done, sent off the Email link, then I went on the WordPress Reader section. Commenting, then made up the template for and started this post going.

I took a break and went to make another mug of tea, fancying the Extra-Strong Assam this time.

I was getting trembling sensations from the right ankle and top of the leg? I took a picture of the pins, but they looked the same as they did yesterday. Well, no, that’s not right. The upper legs were retaining fluid, and they were not like this earlier?

Of course, the uncut toenails and soles of the feet, they hurt when I just look at them! Hahaha!

It suddenly got lighter or rather, brighter outside. Can it be the sun trying to get through this early in the day? No sooner had I took this picture than things went all dark again.

Then, of course, it had to happen! Hobbling back to the computer room, and I had a cracking toe-stubbing, again on the electric fire hearth! I believe I did quietly pass a few naughty words and may have questioned the parentage of my bad-luck! Sorry!

I went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. Then got some black bags made up, to to the waste chute, then took the big blue bag of recyclables down, out and around to the caretakers’ room. The only person I met, going and returning to the flat, was a nurse waiting for the lift.  It was a smidge dark again outside, a few spots of drizzle occasionally, and the wind was getting higher.

Got in the flat, and had a check around to make sure things were safe for me to hibernate in the wet room, taps, heater, lights etc. not left on or open, and get the ablutions sorted out.

Ablutionalisticalisationing Report – Overall rating: 7/10!

  • Coped with cleaning the teeth, Toothache Thomas not too bothered! Toothbrush and paste, one dropsy each, only!
  • Shaving: Dropsies; Shaving foam spray, razors (3), Cuts a few. (3).
  • Showering; Dizzy Dennis visit, and dropped the carbolic soap (2), flannel, and back brush.
  • Drying off; Knocked a lot of stuff off of the floor cabinet, but had the Jenny supplied picker-upperer at hand to make life easier.
  • Medicationalisationing; Applying the Cortisone cream, a little over-enthusiastically, and started Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding.
  • Kept my balance dressing and didn’t walk into anything on the way out!

Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I (sedulously and safely) made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. While doing so, I thought I could hear a rattling noise from somewhere, so I went to investigate around the flat. Turns out, it the wind blowing the glass panes about on the balcony. It was still dark, but no proper rain yet.

I espied some red coloured cars at the dead-end if Chestnut Walk. The end window, although I was brave enough to try and use the metal spring clips, that traps and bruises fingers, perfect idea for old folks balcony windows. Indeed, this very opener has had two Nottingham City Homes workers already! But I couldn’t get it to open. Too tight! But no bother for an agile, fit, young man like wot I am! I hung out of a front window and lurched my body to the right, and with the camera strapped to my hand. And managed to take this photo on the right, of the vehicles!

Coming back in the flat, I was about to allow myself another moment of deserved Smugness… Then stubbed the same flipping toe on the raised balcony step! Grumblecronkackers! Globblegripes! Gangleboggleisations! Granglesknackersbuggerit!

Oh, dearie me, all that care taken not to trap my fingers in the lethal metal spring-clip, that needs to be pushed and pulled at the same time to operate it, then I go and stub the toes again! I was so angry with myself.

I decided to make another mug of tea, Extra-Strong-Assam I think this time, take another pain-killer, a 60g Codeine. Because things are getting painful now! Anne Gyna, Toothache Thomas, Little Inchies fungal lesion, Haemorrhoid Harold and now the stubbed toes, sore pads of the feet, and the so uncomfortable uncut toenails have made an alliance between themselves methinks: To ‘Give Inchcock Excruciating, Agony, and wretched-purgatory’. They’ll probably be planning my next serious Whoopsiedangleplop or Accfauxpas at this moment. Hahaha! Well, it feels like it! I dread to think what Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus have up their sleeve for me! Gehenna, here I come!

I got this meal prepped, and settled to eat it—a Flavour Rating of 5.5/10.

Uncle Dizzy Dennis came on after I’d eaten it, I put the tray on the other seat and blissfully, soon dropped off to into a much-needed sleep.

Minutes later, the door chimes rang out, both of them. I grumpily rose up and went to the door. It was Josie waking me yet again! Bless her, she felt she had to keep giving me stuff in return for the Sunday meals. And she gave me some blackcurrant cakes. Dia Bete’s cannot be happy about this. I thanked her, but was wrangled at being woken up again! Mustn’t blame her, she can’t help forgetting things, any more than I can’t get any sleep!

Dizzy Dennis came on again as I resettled. Sleep, my disturbed Sweet Morpheous, did not want to return. I got more uptight, and when I did eventually drop off, nightmares flourished and woke me up with a jolt! I fought to get back to sleep.

Then the landline rang and flashed! Out of the chair, banged my knee on the Ottoman, got to answer the phone. It was the Phlebotomy Nurse calling to say she’d arrive between 08:00 > 09:00hrs in the morning. Thank her! Tried to make a note in my head for tomorrow and the Morrison Delivery being so late, and I must not forget it is coming!

Then I gave up completely on getting any proper sleep, and got a brew made, and onto the computer. Worra-lot-of-bovver!