Inchcock Today – Friday 10th August 2018: Thunderstorm at last, but it didn’t last long, just long enough to soak me through – Whoopsiedangleplops and tough little ironclad black biting mini-beetles in attendance. Humph!

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Friday 10th August 2018

Ukrainian: П’ятниця 10 Cерпня 2018 р

03:40hrs: I stirred into imitation life. The body, homologous, as is the norm, but the mind was in a sequacious mode, uninterested in facing or tackling any problems, faults or challenges. Not equal to the task of working out, understanding or wanting to allow me to use it. Disinterested, as if it was seeking only rest and peace and had taken enough of my fretting and worrying. And yet, it appeared to be wallowing in a pacific, amicable and indifferent mood too?

No grey-cells were running off wherever they liked, on any subject they want to, this morning. This left me more confused than when the brain does its usual panicking, fearing and self-recrimination routine.

This worrying train of thoughts soon perished, replaced with the sudden need for the Porcelain Throne to be visited, post-haste! I fumbled and struggled out of the geriatric £300 second-hand recliner, spotting signs of nighttime nibblings as I did so (Tsk, again!).

1Mon001 WCplasterA Talk about just in time! I reckon the whole performance took about three seconds. As I stooped to settled on the seat: Splurt, splash and that was that! Apart from having to clean up afterwards. Humph!

No need to kill any time reading my ‘Catastrophy’ book while waiting for some activity to start, like yesterday. Chalk and Cheese? I’ll add a Dia-Limit capsule to the morning medications. No, maybe two!

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The sphygmomanometer was about the same as the brain was earlier, not inspired to doing anything constructive or productive.

It took me four attempts to get it to operate. (Being the intelligent uneducated young moron I am, I didn’t think about changing the batteries at the time – Sad Innit!)

The results, apart from the weight, all seemed acceptable?

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5Fri002I took the medications with a small mug of tea today.

WDPBL02b I noticed some well-dried specks of blood on my fingers and nails. After a lengthy search around by ever increasing in size body, with the help of the shaving mirror, I found a spot on the chest where I must have been scratching at something or other in the night. Not the foggiest idea what the tiny lesion was or how or why it has appeared?

5Fri005aI cleared up the nocturnal nibbling crumbs and emptied cheesy curl packets. (Plural, you note – Tsk, Shlemiel!)

The temperature had gone down a lot, but well within the green zone. The humidity was now below the acceptable green area. I looked up low humidity level on Google and got: ‘Low humidity causes static electricity, dry skin, lips and hair, irritated, scratchy throats and noses, and itching and chapping. This dries out the mucous membrane lining the respiratory tract. As a result, the risk of cold, flu and other infections is substantially increased.

On the SensorPush site, it said: The indoor air humidity affects the human organism and in particular the eyes, mucous membranes, and skin. Notably in the range of specific low humidity physiological disturbances occur, which could cause specific pathogenic symptoms primarily in the case of respective predispositions. The focus of this work is put on studies with subjects under controlled clinical trial conditions. Field trials, which are based only on a statistical analysis of subjective survey results, are less significant. Based on a literature review and the medical expertise of the co-authors on the current state of science and research from the medical specialities of ophthalmology, dermatology, and otolaryngology, the physiological effects of low indoor air humidity are gathered, analysed and evaluated. A significant adverse impact on the quality and stability of the tear film of the eye was shown to be a consistent result of independent studies. More differentiated effects and remaining need for research exist regarding the upper and lower respiratory tract and the mucous membranes. A significant finding is that the impairment of mucociliary clearance in low indoor air humidity increases with the age of the subjects. Regarding the effects on the skin, predispositions also play a significant role.

I didn’t go into it much. Because I haven’t got the time to spend so long consulting my dictionaries to find out what the words mean. I don’t think I have that much time left, to be honest. Hahaha!

I got the computer on and started this blog off. Then took a break to make another cuppa, and get the potatoes in the crock-pot on a low setting, Flavoured with onion-salt. Then the mushrooms in the saucepan, seasoned with balsamic vinegar and sea salt, to flavour them, to warm up later.

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5Fri006aI’d put on a long sleeve t-shirt because it felt rather nippy this morning.

So I had a peep through the unwanted, light-limiting, view-blocking, filth and bird-poo encrusted new balcony windows to see what the day was like.

The sun was forcing its way through at last (0640hrs).

5Fri006bWCplasterA I felt the little scab on the chest itching, and had a scratch on it, and opened it up again. I wonder what it is?

After taking the photographicalisation with the new Sony camera, I realised how much like an exclamation mark the new growth looks, with the new mole or spot growing beneath the itching whatever it is. Haha!

I then went on to the big job of finalising yesterdays diary, with all the pictures to sort and post on it.

It took me until 10:15hrs to get it finished. Then I posted it off.

5Fri007WCplasterA I got a message come up on the computer screen that meant nothing to me. I don’t think a Russian, Outer Peruvian or Double Dutchman could have understood what it betokened. I grabbed the camera, and as I was snapping the photo, it disappeared? Phutt!

Went for a wee-wee, and only a couple of the tough little ironclad black biting min-beetles were spotted. But they were all too quick for me to catch them.

11:00hrs already now.

I got an e-mail from Iceland, telling me there would be many items missing from my order for Tuesday, apologising and offering a voucher for £5 on my next order over £40.

5Fri009Bit of a letdown, but still, I don’t suppose they would do this without they have genuine problems.

Off to get the ablutions done and get myself dressed for a walk into Sherwood.

Sure enough, when I got down to the ground floor lift lobby, the electronic notice sign indicated it was torrential rain outside.

5Fri010I dropped the bottle in the recycling bin and put the bag near the caretaker’s door.

Umbrella up, I nipped across the road to the bottom of the gravel pathway up into Woodthorpe Grange Park.

By the time I’d got there under the trees, I was already well soaked through with the rain.

5Fri011It felt a tad eerie walking down the footpath on to Mansfield Road.

The dogs had wisely not taken their owners for a game of ball and a walk in this weather.

No lightning, but a few rumbles of thunder racked the atmosphere for a while.

Then, as approached the top of the hill, on my 5Fri011away to the Sherwood shops to get some bleach. (Well this might kill the tough little ironclad black biting mini-beetles, maybe), the rain torrented down.

The bag started to fill up, and the rain-soaked all the way down my back; despite the umbrella being used. Tsk!

The shoes squelched with every step taken.

The brolly I was using was roomthily challenged, but it dealt well with the high winds at least.

I decided to check with the bus timetable on the indicator sign, to assess whether I have time to get to the Wilko store to buy the bleach in time to get out in time to hobble back up the hill.

I got over the brow of the hill and down to where near the bus stop is located, on the corner of Hall Street. I thought I had plenty of time. So continued bravely hobbled on in the hateful weather.

5Fri014I waded across Hall Street and noticed a tenant of Winwood Heights coming out of the booze shop with several bags of plonk. I think he must have driven down in his car and park up near the Gym. How he carried so much weight, I don’t know. But I made a point of not upsetting the bloke if I meet up with him. Haha!

I trotted to Wilko and got a bottle of bleach.

On my way to pay for it, I noticed (Well, I thought I did), some lemon scented washing pods. Great, I thought, my being so fond of and enamoured by the taste and smell of citrus, and it was on offer at only £2.50 for 50 pods, or was that 30 capsules?

I paid and made my way to the bus stop at the top of the hill. Two lady tenants were joined by another, and the four of us had a cheery chinwagging section, then we caught the bus up to Chestnut Grove.

I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin.

WCplasterA I had a chinwag with Obergruppenfurhress Deana and Oberscharführeress Julie. As I was about to show them the lemon scented pods… it dawned on me that I’d bought Dishwasher Pods! I’m having a right farshtinkiner time getting things wrong so often lately. Humph!

5Fri012Feeling a right fool, I left and made my way in the still falling, but lighter now rain back to the flat. Taking care not to repeat the treading on any of the loose slabs in the floor and getting the get any wetter when they go down and spray up the stagnant rainwater over and into my shoes! Got something right for once. Smug Mode Adopted, Hehehe!

Got in the flat and had a look around in the wet to see if any of the sturdy little ironclad black biting mini-beetles room.

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WCplasterAOh, yes, they were out in force. I’m not sure, but they looked to be a little larger than of yesterday?

I resprayed the fly spray, to no effect. Put some bleach down, but the beetles seemed to be unbothered by this. I got down with some kitchen towel on all fours and managed to grab a few of them, but not many, again they were too quick for me.

WCplasterA Getting back up again into a perpendicularish position was as hard a task that I’ve tackled for ages. All I can say is a thank you to the plumber who fitted me a handrail, which I used to aid myself in getting up again.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications. Made a brew and got on with updating this blog.

10Aug01cWCplasterA I rinsed the mushrooms to get rid of the bits into the sink, intending to re-simmer them and found this sturdy little ironclad black biting mini-beetle in the bowl.

I poured some hot water on him, but he was not interested or upset, and suddenly he took off, he moved that quickly, up the inside of the sink and ran off of the counter down towards the floor – never to be seen again despite my searching for him, or her.

I went on to the TFZ Facebook site and posted some photographs and answered comments.

5Fri35The nosh: Tomatoes, pickled gherkins, boiled small spuds, mushrooms done in balsamic vinegar, red onion slices potato waffle balls and surimi fish sticks.

Oh dear, the lemon yoghourt had gone mouldy, yet had a use-by date of 12th August on it?

The rest of the meal I gave  Taste Rating of 8.2/10.

5Fri34 Washed the pots and went to turn off the computer and bin the detritus from my marathon session on the computer and…

WCplasterA An Ironclad black biting mini-beetle was on the paperwork! I’ve never seen them in this location before. Usually, it is the kitchen and or wet room that they dwell in. Oh, Heck!

Nibbled some cheese curls as I watched the TV and kept dropping-off to kip for a few minutes, waking and repeating this pattern. Tsk!

 

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 5th September 2017: INR Blood Test – Under the Brolly Photos and The Botox Meal?

Illegal parkers corale the end left-end legally parked car? Hehehe!

Tuesday 5th September 2017

Swedish: Tisdagen den 5 September 2017

0400hrs: Stirred in a loose form of life (Not much sleep at all), and immediately I’d dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and got the light on, signs of nocturnal nibbling were found. Got the had hoover and removed the crumbs from the chair and carpet. (Naughty Inchcock!)

To the Porcelain Throne, a much easier and more successful session this morning cheered me up a bit this did.

Health Checks results: Sys 153 Dia 74 Pulse 76 Temp 34.0 Weight 14.88

Took the medications with a mug of nice healthy strong Thompson’s tea.

Consulted the Google Diary and made sure it matched with the written diary for this week up to now.

Today, the Morrisons Delivery is due twixt 0600 > 0700hrs, and the INR Blood Test at the surgery for 1000hrs.

Started to update and finish yesterday’s diary. While doing this, I heard a dog barking, although I didn’t recognise what it was at first, until I looked down outside and took a photograph of a man walking his dog. Early risers, then.

Early risers, then. The man was under the trees, but the dog could be seen behind the parked cars as they passed by, the owned was hidden in under the tree branches. Loud bark this dog had if I heard him on the twelfth floor?

I felt a bit sorry for the end legally parked car on the left, getting almost corralled in by the two illegally parked ones.

I got medication pots done and back in the drawer. Made a note remember to ask the nurse for a prescription for some extra Codeine 60g and Omeprazole.

I also hoped that Nurse Nichole would be on duty this time.

As the rain started coming down, I made up a nibble bag and pressie for Nichole.

The Morrison chappie arrived with the fodder.

I sorted it out, and the fridge and in particular the freezer, are now brimming full again.

Got on with the ablutionalisational activities, then got everything needed in the bag, nibbles for Nurse Nichole, nibbles for the others, hat, umbrella, crossword book and bus pass. Decided I had to wear a coat today to repel the weather, so swapped everything from the shirt pockets to the deep coat pockets. Got the coat on (mistake this) and checked the lights, taps etc. in the flat, and took the bin bags with me to drop in the chute and a box of recyclable stuff to take down and leave at the caretaker’s door. Which I did, as I left the premises.

The rain was persistent, as was evident by the deep puddles.

There were very few workmen on site this morning, again.

I can’t blame them, with this weather.

Walking on towards the end of the road I came across a few traffic cones had been mangled since yesterday?.

No people about this location.

As I passed the Winchest Courts, a van drew up so something might be done today, like work of the flats? Hehe!

I turned back to take this photo on the right of the chaps braving the rain.

Down Winchester Street Hill, struggling with the bag and umbrella a bit most of the way, and had to keep changing hands, as Arthur Itis and Craig Camps were starting to dislike the weather perhaps?

Onto Mansfield Road and left up to the hill.

Taking my time, as  I had 30 minutes before the appointment for the INR blood test over the crest in Carrington.

And the plates had started giving me grief now as well. Tsk!

On the brow of the hill, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came a touch close to my shoulders as he sped by me.

He did not enamour himself to the chap at the bus stop either. I think a few well-chosen words were exchanged.

Got into the surgery and a new receptionist was on duty. A nice pleasant looking plump young thing. But she did not speak very loudly but was very nice. (Give them time to work on her though, and she might end up an excellent Cutting remark and Look down a nose at patients graded, just like the others).

I forgot all about asking them for a prescription and to book a flu-jab date. Tsk!

I took my seat and got the crossword book out, Then the good arrived. It was Nurse Nichole who came out to collect me. I was tickled pink. She soon had me done, a quick chinwag and I was off and gone.

Over the road and passed by the Chemists forgetting this time to check on the date to collect the prescriptions. Fool!

I wandered down to see if the Lidl Store had been reopened yet. No, they were still working on it. No shelving erected yet, so it looks like being a good while yet.

I caught a bus back into Sherwood. When I dropped off, the rain seemed to be easing off.

I had to look at my mobile phone to get the time from it, but the battery had died! A message flashed up momentarily telling me the battery was critically low, then the thing closed down on its own. For some reason, I suddenly remembered it is the yahrzeit of Annie from the flats, and I felt a little down, but good memories came to me of her. Bless her.

I stood and waited for the time to come round on the nearest bus timetable display. There were forty minutes before a bus would arrive to get me back up the hill to the flats. So I did a tour of the second-hand Charity shops, to see if they had any narrow at the top cups or mugs and a lightweight coat with plenty of pockets for sale. I went into the Sue Ryer shop first. As I was looking at clothing and tried on a jacket, to find it was far too small, I checked out the pockets and found a 50p coin inside. Plodded around to view the kitchen wear section and found a nice sized cup and bought it, giving the lady the fifty pence piece I’d discovered and told her where I found it.

Then over the road and into the Mind Charity shop, but they had nowt of interest to me. Then up to the Oxfam, noting there and then the Nottingham Hospice Shop. Here I spotted a World of Clarkson – For Crying Out Load motoring book. I do not like this millionaire man in the least, but give him his due, his cutting wit I do find worthy, and bought the book.

As I moved up the hill to the bus stop, another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist crossed over Hall Street, coming too close for comfort to a lady. The Git! He had a full face helmet on though?

Peggy from the flats with her neighbour bloke was at the stop when I arrived. We had a jolly good nattering, and laughter session before the bus arrived and continued on the bus after it came.

Peggy got a move on her way to the flats but had to stop for breath a couple of times. I caught her up and stayed with her each time.

We arrived at the foyer together and up in the lift had a laugh about things in general. Mostly the fact that we were both in need of our wet room Porcelain Thrones, Hehe! As she got off on the floor below mine, she suggested I do not wee-wee myself, and departed chuckling away to herself.

I got in and utilised the Porcelain first thing.

Washed and used the new cup/mug for a brew of tea.

Got the Crock-Pot going with a potato and garden peas in it, ready for later.

Cleaned the kitchen floor.

Then, I got the computer on to update this diary. During which, I got a message from the Grammarly Editor:

I had to look up Parallelism: The use of successive verbal constructions in poetry or prose which correspond in grammatical structure. Erm…? My lack of primary education coming to the fore here! Can anyone explain in simple terms, please, what I did wrong?

The rain stopped, and the smell and view outside were fantastic.

Got the oven warming up. Did some Facebooking, better late than never. Then some WordPress reading.

Got the potatoes letters in the oven.

Computer off. Perused the TV magazine, rather pointless really; cause I’m only going to have nod-offing-periods.

Got nosh prepared. Did a lot of messy work on this one. Sliced a boiled potato and added Soy sauce on them, fresh garden peas, the last bit of pork ribs, tomatoes with balsamic vinegar dressing, sliced apple, pork loin and oven cooked potato letters. Added a seaweed stick and had lemon curd yoghourt and a lemon mousse. I forgot the yellow peppers but can have them tomorrow all being well.

Washed the pots and cleared up – a nice change from falling alseep and having to do this in the morning. Had a visit to the Porcelain Throne and took the medications and Health Checks done. Sys 161 Dia 72 Pulse 80 Temp 34.1, all looks good to me.

I settled to watch some TV and nodded off of course, and seemed to have dreams every time I did? But could I remember them? No! Tsk!