Inchcock Today – Thursday 23rd June 2020: A good job I don’t suffer from atychiphobia!

TFZers at the Ball?

Thursday 23rd June 2020

French: Jeudi 23 Juin 2020

03:20hrs: On stirring back into ersatz-life, the urgent need for a wee-wee, forced me out of the c1968 recliner, up onto my pins, lunged for the walking stick, and to try to avoid any urge incontinence, as quickly as I could manage it, hobbled over to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). The mode of wee-wee had changed back to an OSUAD (Orangey-Sprinkly-Unpainful-After-Dribble) type for once. Which was welcome. The PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble), was less.

I went to put the kettle on and tried taking decent snaps of the dark morning view.

Then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived with the usual stagging tummy pains. This time it was followed this some nervous-making escapages of wind. So, another nippy-limp was required, to the wet room. This photo of my arm is a mystery to me! I found it on the SD later. Why I took it, or if it was another mistaken-taken one, well? It on the SD card, between the morning sky shot and the hemadynamometer picture, so I must have taken it in the kitchenette?

The Throne Session went better than it has done for weeks. Painful, yes, but they always are since the stroke. Not too pungent or pervasive, only specs of blood, and it was all over so quickly. Yee-Ha! I washed my dandies and contact areas and back to the kitchen.

I made a mug of Extra Strong Assam tea and left it to brew stronger. Then got the Health Checks done. Starting with the BP sphygmomanometer. All the readings looked good!

The new thermometer would not work, I changed the batteries, and this made no difference whatsoever. Kroinkles! I used the old stick one that just showed as ‘Low’. I’m not sure it’s ever showed anything else since I bought it. Hehehe!

I also found this photo on the SD later. Why I took it, or if it was another mistaken-taken one, well?

It was taken before the BP one? Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The energumen Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing-entities, Fire alarms I cannot hear, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s annoy and scare the hell out of Inchcock mission?

I was worried a bit, in case I’d been having memory-blanks again. The way my mind is this morning, it’s a good job I’m writing everything down, recording notes to use on here.

For some reason, this brought thoughts of St Anns Health Centre visit for the podiatrist, next Monday. Specifically, when I came out of the Nursing Home after the Stroke, and couldn’t get my toenails cut then, a nurse phoned them at this place and booked me in. I had to get an early bus to get there.

I arrived with the walker, it took what seemed ages and a long way around the route to get into the place (See photo above). Steps I couldn’t climb didn’t help! Then, they refused to do my toenails, I had too many ‘issues’!

What chance do I stand now? I’ve been diagnosed with diabetes, axonotmesis neurotmesis neuropraxia. Also, the neurotransmitter nerves dying all down my right side. Saccades since my last failed visit? And am having troubles with the INR blood level! So what chances do I have of them cutting my nails this time? The Sherwood Health Centre, who usually do me, but cannot book me in until November 28th, with the queue of people in the same boat as I am, told Deana to try St Anns. My spirits sank at the thought.

Looking at the plates of meat, I felt even less confident. They look so anaemic and bloodless, and the toenails, surely they will see the agony they are causing me, and help me out with a little clipping? Mmm!

This may sound like an old, pathetic, sad, not-coping very well geezer’s desperate plea for help. That’s because it is! Gragnangles!

I made a brew of Thompsons Punjabi tea, the last one went cold. Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley made me spill the milk. Flagtoggles!

I took several photographs of the view outside, the lighting with the sun slowly coming up from behind, and some grey clouds, I thought, gave them a differentness? The last one was taken from the pod (balcony). The white spot on this one, is a reflection of the light bulb – I think?

When I got on the computer, it became glaringly evident that Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were starting to play up again. Ever-correcting and making mistakes. So frustrating and time-consuming. But I got on with the job, finally, hours and three wee-wees later, I got it finished and posted it off to WordPress.

Off to make another brew, Glengettie Gold this time (one of my few pleasures in life – are you crying at my patheticness yet? Hahaha!)

I went on Amazon to do some bought product revues. The so-called lemon disinfectant, I gave Two Stars. The Hoisin sauce, I gave five (top).

It was late enough now, for to bother Jenny, and ring her for help with arranging the taxi for Monday. Stuttering Stephanie visited me, Tsk! Jenny said ‘No Problem’, and she would get back to me when sorted. Bless her!

I went to get a rinse, and minutes later, Jen rang back. She had made the pick-up for 08:45hrs, to be on the safe side for me get there in good time for the 09:10hrs appointment. Knowing of my lack of confidence in getting the toes cut at that place before, she reminded me to tell them that the Sherwood Health Centre informed Lap-top dancer and Warden Deana, to ring St Anns when they could not fit me in. Which I will do, thanks, Ma’m.

I forgot to mention to Jenny that I had ordered some Self-Raising flour for her on Morrisons order for next Tuesday, and also forgot to ask her if she’d be kind enough to make a note for me like she did last time, in case Stuttering Stephanie kicks off when I’m in the taxi. So, I rang Jenny back, told her about the flour, and forgot all about asking about the note. Puggleclump-dimwit! 

I went on the long-overdo Facebooking catch-up. Then on the WordPress Reader section.

But, necessitation, necessitated the need of new graphicalisationing needing to be done. Or the IAABW (Inchcock Alamalgated Association of Blog-Waffling) will come to an end! So, onto CorelDraw, to make some up. Hehe!

Getting the meal prepared, and with his usual perfect timing, my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour-propred Brother-in-law Pete, rang, to update me on his treatment process.  He’s going back in the City Hospital on Monday for eight-hours of being micro-waved! It’s a big thing for the lad, but he sounded pretty-much ready for it. He may go home ‘Glowing!’, and aliens might try to contact him through the ether!  Hehe!  So this soon put me in my place, Monday, the same day as I’m going hopefully anyway, to get the toenails and feet treated, Pete’s going into the hospital to get fried, irradiated, and chat up the nurses for eight hours. Hahaha!

Best of luck, Pete, don’t fret, but I know you will. I remember when you fell asleep and fell off of the settee arm, and broke your neck! (The things you’ve done to get all of your sick-pay allowances! Hahaha!) Jane will be waiting, so you must get back safe, mate!

I got the nosh prepared and served up.

Two beefburgers, canned potatoes, tinned garden peas, tomatoes, two part-baked rolls. Apple and red grapes, followed by a fruit mousse.

I got the pots washed and had an attack from Dizzy Dennis while doing so! I am now back to one milk jug, the pretty tall one, bit-the-dust, as it hit the floor and shattered! Picking the mess up was not a pleasant task, pain-wise! Crigglebonkitis!

Got settled, and once again, Sweet Morpheus was unwilling to enfold me.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 22nd September 2019: An inauspicious, unenchanting day. Oy Vey!

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2019 Sept 22

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Sunday 22nd September 2019

Bengali: রবিবার 22 শে সেপ্টেম্বর 2019

01:35hrs: I woke, thinking I had overslept for some reason.

WD 60.50.6 The droning noise from somewhere outside must be driving the tenants with decent hearing, mad! It’s doing me no good! Tut-tut!

I fumbled to get my overabundant flobby-body free of the second-hand, c1968, horrendously beige-coloured, rusty, but working today, Brother-in-Law Pete damaged recliner while he stole my valuables while I was in the hospital after the stroke. I had a WWW (Weak-Wimpish-Wee-wee), then made a brew of Yorkshire tea.

WD 60.50.6 This was when I discerned, it was only 01:35hrs! I’d only been asleep for about an hour-and-a-half! And much of that seemed to have been filled with nightmares!

WD 60.50.6 I tried to remember them, and fetched the notepad, and found some scribbling on it, but most of it was indecipherable. Seems one dream was played out backwards, I was dead, lying in the grave, and falling or being thrown out of a window, worked back to being chased into a burnt-out destroyed block of flats… Puzzling! The other one, I only remember being afraid and in a plane or helicopter. The words I could read on the pad, were: Flying, beheaded (I think) and school?

I took the medications and got on the computer. With a determination to get caught up with the graphicalisationing, if possible today. I answered the comment and soon found that the fingers were not responding to touch very well. This made typing difficult.

On to WordPress, and had a session on the Reader. Then made up the ‘Day’ graphic on CorelDraw, above. With the fingers playing up still, it took me ages to get done! Next, I got the template done for this blog, then updated the Saturday see-nobody, chatterless post.

WD 60.50.6 The breathing was uncomfortable. Involuntary intakes and outtakes, and the chest and throat felt very tight. The peripheral neuralgia shoulder, fingertips and hands were playing me up now. Looks like it’s going to be a miserable day for me, today. Well, fancy that! Haha!

I got the updating done and sent off the Saturday post. Added to the Pinterest page. Made another brew, Glengettie Gold this time.

The droning noise from outside was relentless!

I went on the TFZer Facebook for a while, I couldn’t stay too long, as the ablution time was nearing.

2019 Sept 22I managed a few minutes on YouTube before starting the scrub-up! A stand-up jobbie at the sink job.

WD 60.50.6 The legs were looking a lot more colourful. But also they had accrued a good few more papsules, spots, clopidogrel scars and blotches, overnight it seems? I didn’t think to check elsewhere, I might have the measles as well. Hahaha! The dropsies were unanticipatedly few, considering how the hands and fingertips were.

7Sun04I took the black bags to the waste chute on my way out, to welcome, and to hopefully talk to, some of the new Winwood Extra Care Court residents, and take some photographicalisations of different area, and the rooftop plaza. I tried Josie’s bells, but no answer.

Now they have their alfresco furniture back out 7Sun05there.

When I got out of the foyer, the drizzling was still coming down a little. The new brickwork is forming puddles already.

I slowly meandered along Chestnut Walk. The fallen leaves sticking to the three-wheeler guide trolly wheels. Tsk!

I kept stopping to look up at the grey sky, 7Sun06appreciating how it still looked marvellous, to me anyway, and getting splattered in the eyes (Hehe!),

At the Winwood Court Extra-Care Flat’s foyer, I stood for a while, pondering on nature, health, life, and Nottingham Forest and Burnley both winning a game.

7Sun07Then I took a shot showing Winwood, with Winchester Court in the background. It all looks very new, which of course it is. See how quickly I gleaned at? Haha! There are no flies on me, the zips broken! Harf, Harf!

Then into Winwood, and up in the lift, to the third floor.

7Sun08I popped out of the cage and took a photo of the corridor of the floor of flats.

I’d not seem anybody up to now, anywhere this morning. But I felt confident I would see someone to have a chinwag to up on the 4th floor, in the Winwoodonian’s perfectly arranged and laid out relaxation room.

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7Sun17As I returned inside the lounge, the rain stopped altogether. No residents were seen around.

I spotted another ‘Dulux’ dog. Behind the easy-chairs, and he looked so real, it made me jump for a second! Don’t laugh! Oh, go on then! I moved the synthetic fur away from his eyes and took this picture.

7Sun20I popped into the big meeting room, but again, could not see anyone about to talk to.

I reckon the lights must be on a sensor motion control, cause they came on as I entered the room. Good idea, I like it!

I decided to go back to Woodthorpe Court, via the link-passage. Thought I’d try to find the 7Sun21part-time hairdressers and podiatrist. It seems they are sharing the same room together. Handy, that is! I must look again later, and get the foot treatment prices on the list.

I mused on how to cook and present Josie’s cheesy potatoes as I rambled along the corridor.

7Sun19I stopped and turned around to take this photo, to make my way back a distance, so I could have nosey at their new laundry room.

WD 60.50.6 As I turned, Dizzy Dennis gave me a visit. A long one too. But not a really serious one. I don’t think there was the slightest chance of me going over. The three-wheeler guide brakes were put on, and I had ten minutes or so recovery time.

All was okay again, and I went to peek at the laundry room. Blimey, it looks unused! No caked-on soap powder over the drawers. Very-most posh!

I pressed on back down the alleyway and into Woodthorpe Court. Seeing the new Winwood Court laundry room, I thought I’d take a photo of our old Woodthorpe Court one, just as a comparison, like.

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7Sun24Angela was sat in the lobby, I asked Angela if I could take her photograph, and she let me. Which was kind of her! Then again, she is a lovely lady (Roy’s better-half!) I got a chinwag in at last, with Angie! But it had to be cut short Sob! Her and Roy, who I’d not noticed earlier, was outside the Foyer door, sat on his four-wheeler seat trolley, waiting for their taxi to arrive.

7Sun25aThey both looked spick & spam and smart. I assumed they were off to meet some of there family. They were patient enough to let me take a shot of them both as the taxi arrived. Grand couple!

I took to Angies mustard coloured coat, a warm, friendly colour. And Roy looked a lot better today.

7Sun29I got in and made a start on Josie’s nosh. Mixed Leicester and mature Cheddar cheese, butter, a pinch of salt and an iota of Basil, all bashed up for what seemed like three hours. Hehe! To make them as soft as I could, so she can digest them easily!

WD 60.50.6 I got them on the tray, took the photo and realised I’d missed off the tuna! Schmuck!

Spot on 12:00hrs, I took it on the wheeled server to her door, and pressed her bells. But, no answer. I tried again, still no reply. I was worried, in case she had fallen in the flat. If she forgot, and or went out to meet her sister, fair enough, but I wished I knew. I gave it ten-minutes more and called again. Nope!

I nipped up the Cyndy and Eric’s flat, to ask them if they had heard of Josie being ill, and might have gone to her Sisters? But Cyndy didn’t know anything. She asked if I wanted to ring Warden Deana, but I resisted the temptation and thanked Cyndy, and apologised for bothering them. It is Deana’s day off, after all.

I came down and over the next half hour, tried Josie’s door four more times. The door is locked, so maybe she has just gone out? Worrying! I’m at a loss what to try or do, next.

I washed the cooking things up. and noticed a possible fire on the misty horizon.

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WD 60.50.6a As I got the computer back on to update this diary, Dizzy Dennis nearly had me off of the chair. I do hope the Geriatric Fall team call me soon!

Just sat down and I meekly felt sorry for myself. I did try Josie’s door a few times. I had her meal cold, in place of making one for myself. If she returns, I can always make her another one. 7Sun30

I took a photo of the pins as I lay there, in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Spotty Muldoon comes to mind! Hehe!

Yet once again, despite feeling so tired and worn-out, sleep did not come easily or quickly. But, with worrying about Josie on my mind? I pray she is not ill. Fingers-crossed, I hope to find out more tomorrow.

TTFNski each.

 

Inchcock Today – Thursday 19th September 2019: Worra Pestilential Day!

2019 Sept 19

2019 Sept 19

Thursday 19th September 2019

Welsh: Dydd Iau 19eg Medi 2019

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WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2 01:20hrs: I woke with that Reflux-Breathing-Belching erupting problem that started yesterday afternoon. It had vanquished every other ailment to the back-burner. Even the Peripheral Neuralgia was cowering and not giving me much bother. Which is more than could be said for the knees RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis). Within minutes of moving out of the £300, second-hand recliner, a cough started to develop, that has got a little worse as the morning went on. Healthwise, thing were not too good. Up onto my feet, and RAI let me know he was a close second, in the hassle-stakes.

But, all the other stuff is okay, so, beggars can’t be choosers! (Is that the quote I wanted? It’ll do! Haha!)

A little Dennis Dizzy as I got into the kitchen, but nothing to worry about, over in seconds. I took a shot through the doorway without the flash, then one with it on.

4Thu02

I got the handwashing moved to the airers. Then to the not used overnight GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), and had yet another of the pitiable PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak, Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wees. Made a brew, took the medications with an extra painkiller, and off to the Porcelain Throne.

Now, this was consistent for the last few days, anyway. The superabundance of material evacuated, was still, well, colossal almost gigantesque! I don’t know why, but it’s been this way for about four or five days, now? I’m just glad the toilet is coping with so much and not blocking-up again!

WD 0.0.255 2 WDPStraightThe throat and chest along with Reflux Roger and breathing difficulties were getting yet worse, as I got the computer on. Then sharp painful intakes of breath began! The shoulder and fingers started to dance about as soon as I started typing on the keyboard! Humph!

4Thu001I decided to make another cuppa and take one more painkiller before struggling on with the blog. The knee pins, I got some of the Phorpain gel rubbed into them. Reflux Roger was persistent if nothing else this morning!

The tea went cold. So I ventured carefully to the kitchen to make another brew. Got the kettle on, and needed, urgently, (I thought), a wee-wee. So I rushed, well, limped pretty quickly back into the junk-computer room to the grey emergency plastic bucket…

WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2A4Thu04 Oh, dearie me! On the way back, Dizzy Dennis caught me at the same time as the right nerve-dying leg, tried to do an involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance. No injuries, but I tumbled against the Ottoman, I didn’t go over at all, but the bang redistributed some of the things that were on the tray! And left me with only a bruised left-hand palm. So, quite acceptable. I’ve not seen the red ink pen since mind you. Haha! What a draycup!

Life seems to have me all farcockt, lately!

At long last, I got on with the Wednesday post. It took me hours, cause of the shakes, nerves, and dancing right side. I was quite proud when I did get it done, even though it took so long. Phew! Throughout the process, I had to have about eight PWWDIB wee-wees. Not passing enough water to fill a coffee cup in total! Humph!

Another mug of tea, methinks.

WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2 I took some pictures from the balcony on my tea-break. Roughly the same view. Apart from the last one. All taken in different modes on the camera. I diligently wrote them down in order, on the back of an envelope, which choice I had made… Took the shots and as I struggled to close the window, I dropped the paper! Fehl!

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Ah, well, these things are sent to test us! I just wish they wouldn’t check me so often! Hehe!

I made a start on this blog. Then did some catching up on the TFZ Facebooking.

WD 0.0.255 2 But…

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WD 0.0.255 2 Then…

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Well, fancy that! That’s sodded all the plans again! Thank You, Fries!

WD 0.0.255 2 Huh!

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Flipping hard slow slog getting the Facebooking done! Over three hours. Thanks to Mr Fries!

4Thu05Late now, so, I’d better pack in, and get the nosh sorted out. No chips again, though! Oh, no! Three days abstinence. It’s not easy, you know! Hehehe!

A fair enough meal, though. I gave it a 6.5/10 for flavour and taste.

After washing the pots, Reflux Roger and the tight chest convinced me to just sit down and try to fall asleep. But it wasn’t happening, so I put the TV on. A wee-weeless hours long period of belching and struggling for breath, and I had to rise for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised.

The same style as it has been for many days now. A massive, ‘Where-Did-That-Come-From’ evacuation again.

Back to the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. This time, heavenly sleep came to me, in no time.

WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2 This may take some explaining, I’ll do my best: I woke-up, almost convinced I was trapped in an underground cave, with writings of all my failures, mistakes, errors etcetera, writing on the massive cave’s walls, in beautiful italic handwriting?

This is what I had been dreaming about?

I thought I had nodded off again and returned to the dream (I think). I had some paint or whatever, and climbed a tree log, to reach and cover the words…

I woke, hanging out of the recliner, and found I had knocked things off of the recliner, and they had fallen into the GPEB! I just couldn’t leave the stuff in there. But getting myself upright and out of the chair, proved painful and RAI knee was not happy with me at all! I got the bottle of spring water, the packet of Codeines, the tub of Twiglets, all now soaking in the urine, and rinsed them in the sink, and bagged them ready for going in the chute in the morning. Cleaned and sanitised the GPEB and me. Annoyed, I returned to the recliner…

WDPStraightWD 0.0.255 2 And stubbed the damned toe on the way!

Worra flaming Day!

Humph!

Inchcock Today – Sun 15 Sept 19: Sleep, deep peaceful sleep… Wot’s that then?

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2019 Sept 15

Sunday 15th September 2019

Italian: Domenica 15 Settembre 2019

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03:10hrs: I stirred into a replica of real life, and the need for a wee-wee (As is usual recently), arrived. I escaped the clutches of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and regretlessly took, (I still haven’t got them back yet, four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and ridiculously, relentlessly rotting-away recliner.

WD 250.0.100 I Took the few dodgy steps to the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) and had a rather pathetic, weak, approximate quantity, no more than four-fluid-ounces of an INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee. The stomach was still feeling tight, with the odd escapage of wind, amidst the rumblings from within. It’s been about 42-hours since any Throne evacuations. Oh dear!

7Sun07I got a potato in the crock-pot for me later, one in the saucepan for Josie, and got some peas podded.

The potato in the saucepan was soon losing its skin, which was a good sign, so I lowered the heat on it to a minimum level the stove 7Sun10would let me.

WD 250.0.100 A lot of the peas still had the fur inside the pods, so I had to take care and avoid using them. So many peas shot off all over the place, I think I spent more time searching for them and retrieving the few that managed to find. Bit of a 7Sun01farce, the podding was this morning!

I took a picture through the open thick-framed, light and view-blocking kitchen window. That turned out to be one of my worst ever. I’ve no idea what I did wrong? Unknowingly the shaking hand, I assume, might have affected things? I moved the handwashing onto the airer, and had yet another INHBT mode wee-wee!

7Sun10aI spotted one of the escapee peas on the stove as I was leaving to get the computer on to do the updating, but where the other estimated eleven peas had gone… Well?

WD 250.0.100 I got my nose-to-the-grindstone and got on with the updating. With my late awakening, due to not being able to get to sleep last night, and the Peripheral Neuropathy affected fingers losing some degree of sensitivity when they contacted anything hard, making typing such an ever-mistake making process. It took me a good few hours to get the task completed! Luckily, the Axonotmesis affected leg, did not do any of its imitations of the Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dancing! Although the shoulder did go into its ‘Jij-jig’ routine a few times.

By the time I’d got it all finished and posted off, I felt like it ought to be time to get my head down. Humph! I went to make a brew, before starting on creating the graphics for today’s blog.

7Sun11It was getting lighter out. But, the moon was still showing occasionally through the clouds.

I got the drink and began on CorelDrawing.

I had nearly got them graphic almost all done; the top Brexit Humour, the thought of the day and the Days dedicated to picture, and I realised that I had not started any prep work for Josie’s cheesy potato meal. I got on with getting the large potato from the saucepan, and into the mixing bowl. Cut it up into small pieces and removed the larger pieces of skin. Added the shredded Leicester cheese to the spuds. Then some butter, onion salt and malt vinegar. I must have spent about half-an-hour mashing it all up together. The hands didn’t play up much, I’m glad to say. Got shaped and into the oven. Back to the computer to make a start on this post.

Sister Jane rang, and we had a natter that I enjoyed. I thought about asking for my valuables back. But the only time I mentioned it before, Pete said they were too heavy to carry. Presumably, they were the same weight when he took them? Haha! He is a rascal!

I stopped computing and got the plate laid out, ready for the presentation display for Josie to enjoy. I got the beetroot, gherkins and sliced part of the Italian-Bull tomato in the slicer, and them onto her plate with the cutlery wrapped in a kitchen towel. I bet she wakes me again by returning them late? Still, she does it every Sunday, so I’ll just have t put up with it Hehehe! 

I got the cheesy potatoes out of the oven, all nicely crispified now. Added the fresh pod peas and some mousse to the plate and tray then got it on the wheeled server and was delivered to Josie’s door, ringing the bells at 11:58hrs, The potatoes were still hot. I’m never far off of the 12:00hrs target-time.  She was a good time in answering. When she arrived, she said she was on the phone. She liked the look of the nosh, though. And that cheered me up. I wished her happy nibbling and returned to the flat.

7Sun19I got the black bags sorted, and took them with me to the chute, on my way to the Winwood Court rooftop to have a nosey around and take some pictures.

I poddled along the link-passage corridor, to the Winwood Court elevator. I didn’t see a living soul on the way. I got up to the beautiful, warm, cosy, well set-up leisure lounge they have. No one was in there. So I had a mini-hobble about with the three-wheeler guide and took a few photographicalisations.

7Sun15I spent about twenty-minutes pottering about. I’d hoped someone would arrive, for me to have a natter too. But no! The felt on the roof was still leaking

I popped into the big lounge downstairs. Again, there was no one free for a gossip!

As I started to walk back through the link-passage, four blokes came in the foyer, and went to the new laundry room? On a Sunday? They were not wearing overalls! Mmm? They looked responsible types. But so did Lord Lucan!

7Sun21I made my way to the Woodthorpe end on the passage. And turned round to see if I could see the suspicious ganglet of men, but I couldn’t. Incertitude swelled up inside of me.

I wished I’d taken a photo of them now!

I got back up to the apartment and got back on the computer.

It was nearly 15:00hrs, and I would have liked to have got stripped off, and get the handwashing done, and then my head down. But Josie has not returned the things yet. She may or may not return them today, but it is usually late, for me, when she does. It doesn’t matter, but I dare not go to sleep to be woken up in the nude again.

So, I had to force myself to do some more graphics and templates, even though I wasn’t up to at this time of day for me. Oh, I am awkward!

WD 250.0.100 But the weary tiredness, and as I got more so, the hands started playing up, and I even had a mini Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance from the right leg! 

7Sun22I gave up. Graphics still not even started, let alone done!

I got my meal sorted out. The tomato-slicer was not quite big enough to cut the last chunk of the Bull Tomato, so I… ‘Carefully’ used the steak knife, to slice it. It looked very odd inside, with 7Sun34bvery little juice. But the flavour was spot on!

The beetroots, so-called, Baxter’s Baby Beetroots, were extremely large and so hard! But, all the rest was fine and tasty. Enough to give it a Flavour-Rating of 7.9/10.

18:00hrs: I was just finishing it off, and the door-chimes rang-out! Josie was returning the things from her nosh. She said she’d enjoyed it, and gave me a chocolate eclair. Bless her! At least with my staying up late, for once I wasn’t woken up. Haha!

I got the pots washed, and settled down in the £300, c1968 rickety-recliner, the one broken by Brother-inLaw Pete when he was burgling the flat when I was in the Stroke ward in the hospital.

All I wanted was some sleep. It took such a long time coming again! “Sleep, sweet Morpheus, sleep…”

Inchcock Today – Sat 14 Sept 19: Nonarbitrary Whoopsiedangleplops and nervosity!

2019 Sept 11

2019 Sept 11

Saturday 14th September 2019

Afrikaans: Saterdag 14 September 2019

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02:15hrs: I woke up in urgent need of a wee-wee, and after only 2 hrs kip as well, Humph and Globleturds! Out of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, over to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) for a wee-wee. Which proved to be yet again of the INHBBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-barely-trickling) mode.

WD 150.0.0 I opted to go and get the handwashing wrung-out and hung. Argh! A toe-stubbing of a particularly sensitive nature was taken en route. What a Klutz of a Schmendrick!

6Sat01I hung the shirt above the heater. Got the kettle on and took the medications. While doing this, I decided I’d have BBQ seasoned rice and bacon for the meal later. Then I got on with updating the Friday post. Which, with many, (All of the INHBBT variety) wee-wees, and stoppages for a false alarm Porcelain visit. I’m nervous after yesterdays blockage. 

WD 150.0.0a I got the peas in the saucepan, but unfortunately, I left the heat on and not realised! I went back to computerisationing for about two hours, and the smell of burning, made me jumped up and rush to the kitchen…

5Sat01WD 150.0.0 Stubbing the same toe again on the way! Grrr!

WD 150.0.0 I think I may have ruined the new saucepan! Treble-Humph and Globleturds! I think I might be able to save the peas, though, I don’t mind them burnt. Off again for yet another failed evacuation.

5Fri20fWD 150.0.0 This time I noticed how the legs were looking; damned pale, warped and white, with the muscles looking contracted, and the toe was hurting something awful! More Humphs and Globleturds!

I finally got the post finished and sent off to WordPress.

Then I thought it would be a good idea to get caught up with the TFZer Facebooking. Ha! I was on it for over three hours! (because I was so far behind! Tsk!) But it was so nice to get caught up for a change. This being a Saturday, no health, Nottingham City Homes, shopping or physio appointments to get in the way. I loved getting it done. But it will probably be next Saturday before I can catch-up again.

I then realised I had not started this blog off yet! So I did!

I thought about the nosh then, I was getting a bit hungry. As for making up the templates, they will have to wait, or be done each day.

I got the fodder sorted and checked on the long sleeve t-shirt hanging up. It was very nearly dry already! Then it dawned on me what time it was! Almost my head-down time! A good job the rice will take little time to cook. Back to the food preparations.

6Sat02The saucepan had in it a grand selection of my favourites for me to feast on! Uncle Ben’s BBQ flavour rice. Burnt until they had black spots on the fresh garden peas! Plenty of tomato slicer-sliced brown Sicilian tomatoes. Smoked streaky bacon rashers.

With a drop or two of extra virgin olive oil, Texas BBQ sauce, and an eighth of a small 6Sat03silverskin onions, & some tip-top, but expensive Morrison’s 45% balsamic vinegar.

Once all in the saucepan, it only took four minutes to cook, (an hour to prepare, mind. Ha-ha!) (Ten-minutes to check everything was turned off or not left on.) My aboulomania showing itself again!

I settled in the Brother-in-Law, Pete destroyed, c1968, recliner, and feasted on this divine meal, with its vinegariness adding the master-stroke to the taste! A taste-rating of 8/10! I believe the brown tomatoes helped the overall flavour, too.

WD 150.0.0 As I stood up to take the utensils to be washed, the innards kicked off postprandial. I did think that the Porcelain Throne was to be used at last! But, no! Much malevolent, worrying, and threatening of severe activity from my intestinal department burst forth! At the same time, after the last evacuation caused a blockage in the toilet, part of me did not want the event to happen. Oh, dear!  Dippydro that I am, I changed my mind – it has to come again eventually, surely. So even if it causes plumbing mayhem, I now wanted the release to come. Not that my wishes came into it, for the uncomfortable blockage ensured there was no need for any Porcelain Thronal activity!

6Sat03aAs I was cleaning the equipment, I was like a proper deipnosophist; but talking only to myself. (Well I would, with no one else about. Hehe!) The subjects mused-over were of no particular value, importance or even interest.

Then while scouring away at the pots, it dawned on me that I had managed to get the new saucepan that the peas were burnt in, eviscerated. Amazing! It may have been the Fairy Liquid I’m currently using instead of the cheapo ones I usually purchase?

WD 150.0.0 I got down in the Brother-in-Law Pete destroyed by his nosing into things electrical, £300, c1968, grungy-beige recliner. I could sense I was going to have difficulty in getting to sleep again. It was hours beyond my head-down time, now. So, I turned on the television, got the headphones on and working, (all trial & error, you know! Humph!), and part-watched some TV. I found that Rumpole of the Bailey was on, two back-to-back episodes, which cheered me up initially. I watched the first one until the adverts came on, nodded-off, and woke up as the second one was finishing and the credits screen rolling. That was it for sleep, until well gone midnight. The mind-mused, fears, worries, frustrations and embarrassments came to the fore… No Throne activity, no sleep, no…

WD 150.0.0 Well, it doesn’t matter. For such a loud crunching sound came from somewhere nearby, followed by the whining or humming noise starting! I had to get up to investigate. I checked every room (All three of them!) in the flat. Had a look out of the window for any signs of activity, but found nothing untoward? But I did get the pleasure of taking three photos of the astonishingly coloured sky!

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I had a drink of spring water and took the evening medications that I’d missed taking earlier. Got back down in the grotty, Brother-in-Law Pete knackered recliner.

WD 150.0.0 As I lay there, waiting for, hoping for and praying for sleep to come, slowly the eye-lids grew heavier, and: ‘Thwack!’ It almost sounded like the wings of a giant bird taking off. This time, I ignored the noise… at first! But I just had to go and have a check around later, when the ‘Thwacking’ was heard again! Nothing was found as to the reason or cause of the sudden crisp, loud noise?

Ah, the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, fascination and hallucination, being rife!

  • WillmottNot to mention the NCH’s plumbers giving me the floods, and my having to throw away my clothing from the soaked-through airing cupboard and buy new ones.
  • The infestation of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in just the one flat, mine!
  • The Fire Alarm that I cannot hear, as can’t many other tenants.
  • Willott Dixon plasterer, who left plaster splashed and trodden on, all over the carpets, chairs, curtains, frames and doors, my being left with them in need of costly replacements.
  • The electricians fitting the new Fire Sprinklers, who cut off my electricity for over nine hours that cost me in lost food in the freezer!
  • 4Thu001The new intercom set-up, which came with instruction photographs that were different than the actual ones in layout.
  • The new intercom set-up, that the ring tone, cannot be heard by me if I am not in the hallway, and see it light-up as well. Many other tenants say the same thing.
  • The new intercom set-up, which the view of the caller is often replaced with ‘Camera Fault’ message. (If it works at all!)
  • The new intercom set-up, not being heard, and often not working at all, I, and many others, have missed deliveries, visitors etcetera, on many an occasion.
  • 7Sun11aThe NCH bloke, who filled the air vent, left, I went out to the Doctors for my INR Warfarin blood test. When I returned, the foam had run down the wall and covered my electric socket, and turned as hard as iron and browny-red. Now the plug outlet can’t be used, for fear of electrocution! Even murderers don’t have to live with this threat!
  • Those mystery noises in the night and day! Droning, rustling, tap-tapping, whistling, throbbing, and most disconcerting to listen to. Baffling, perplexing and annoying at times.
  • The joy of the new windows in the kitchen and balcony. That cannot be reached to be cleaned, without the use of the stepladders, which I have tumbled off of, on four occasions. Jenny did her best to get the new window cleaner chap for me. He called, said he would see me Saturday AM. That was three weeks ago. Heard nothing since.

There is no doubt about it, moving into this flat, was mayhem. Living in this flat is fear-making, nerve-jangling, and fraught-festering. But, the alarm wristlet probably saved my life when I had the stroke! The two Nottingham City Homes ladies who came to do an updated, saved the day after I’d toppled over cleaning the kitchen. They immediately picked me up and showed great empathy and understanding of my predicament and problems. Thanks again, ladies ♥

I love it here!

Inchcock Today – Friday 13th September 2019: What a mixed day – Whoopsiedangleplops, Bonhomous, enjoyable chinwags, and the toilet got blocked. Fiddledeedee!

2019 Sept 13

2019 Sept 12

Friday 13th September 2019

Albanian: E Premte 13 Shtator 2019

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WD 0.51.51 03:00hrs: I stirred, and blenched the moment I tried to move. By Jiminy, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) was giving me so much bother in the knees. To be expected, mind, with yesterday’s Accifauxpas! I laid there a while, to praise the NCH gals, who rescued me from the floor.

With difficulty and throes of pain, I managed to rise from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working but not today, recliner. Within a few paces, the knees began to free up, which was surprising, and very welcome! They still hurt, but nowhere near as much as when I woke up. (Could this be a betterer day in the offing? Haha!) I got the handwashing onto the airer. Had an INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee. Took the medications. Made a brew, And off to the Porcelain Throne.

WD 0.51.51 At last, success! It took a lot of discomforts, the crossword book while struggling, and finally, the colossal evacuation was achieved! Some bleeding, and a lot of soreness, as was to be expected. The innards slowly but perceivably lightened, and the tightness of the diaphragm eased off. I heaved a sigh of relief!

I got the computer on to update the Thursday blog. Got it done in a couple of hours and sent off to WordPress. The internet was not playing up, and the finger-ends, not much dancing at all, and kept their sensitivity-nerves working all the way through. Smugness! Then went on the WP Reader section.

5Fri02Made a start on this diary then. After another couple of hours, I went to make a brew.

The colouring of the sky prompted me to take this picture, through the unwanted, light and view-blocking, thick-framed kitchen window- those with the glass that cannot be reached for cleaning. A shame really, after all that money 5Fri03that Nottingham City Homes has invested.

As I made the tea, I wondered how I would use the tomato-cutter on the Bull tomato? Hehe!

I must try to get caught up a bit on the TFZer Facebooking: I’m so far behind, it worries me. So, I went on to update the photo albums.

Just getting the photographs on, took me well beyond leaving time for me to get the ablutions done in time to catch the bus! I must get out to buy the potatoes for Josie’s Sunday cheesy-nosh! Then…

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So I’ll catch the next bus – which of course, will mean by the time I get back, all done-in and tired, there won’t be time to get any more computer work done. Oh, life takes so long nowadays. Hehe!

Better get a rushed ablutionalisationing session one! Fingers crossed, I can get it done in time to get the 10:30hr L9 bus! Grumph!

WD 0.51.51 Well, one hell of a Porcelain Throne session interrupted the ablutions. Never before has such a large-sized release taken place! Not only did I bleed, and was painfully stretched a good bit, but the flaming WC was clogged-up, as it could not cope with the volume! A right messy job cleaning up myself, and a worse situation unblocking the cistern! I hope I have, anyway. A good job I had the shower afterwards. The dropsies were many-fold. Unblocker bottle, pipe-hook, toothbrush, razor (3), flannel (2), shower-head, sock-glide, and ear-wax remover bottle! I hope the WC will work and cope with the next Porcelain Throne’s usage! Hoping for the best mode, engaged!

I readied myself, made umpteen checks on doors, taps, have I got this or that with me, lights, cooker etcetera, and departed on my mission to get the potatoes for Josie’s Sunday nosh. I took black bags to the chute, and down and handed in the large bag of recyclables to the caretaker.

I arrived at Cat-Walk models Wardens, Generalfeldmarschalless Deana and Obersturmführeress’s holding-cell office. They were busy, so handed the nibble bag around, and said I was off up to the top floor to take some photos, which I did. I used the wrong lift: I should have used the dedicated one. Tsk! Still, I took some decentish pictures, including these of the new felt roof leaking! I showed the photos to Oberscharführer Warden and Belly-Dancer Deana on the way down. She knew about it, though.

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Out and to the bus stop. Where a jolly-good chinwagging session was enjoyed.

5Fri019WD 0.51.51 I mounted the Arnold bound L9, and was soon dropping off on High Street… almost literally! Two ladies had to assist me as the trolley went over as I alighted. I’m liking all these ladies helping me I’m having lately, Haha! I walked over the crossing, chatting to one of the women, and made for Arnold flea market and the potato stall. To my amazement, they had some fresh garden peas in stock. I got 5Fri019afive baking potatoes for £2, and 2lb of peas for £3. Then, I walked to the Saver store, where I got some drain-unblocker, two bottles of, and a can of Erasmus shaving cream.

Next, I was off to the Asda (Walmart) store. I had a long slow poddle about, and stupidly came out with far too much shopping again, considering the trolley was already filled up with the potatoes, peas, drain-unblocker and shaving cream! What a Schnook I am! I had to buy another heavy-duty shopping bag, to cope with the purchaser, that was: 2 tins Chilli-con-carne, 2 beef-pasty slices, a bar of the new Cadbury dark milk chocolate, Dutch vine tomatoes, Asda bacon flavoured fries (chips), and a bag of six little wholemeal cobs, that were ready sliced. (These will just about fit in the freezer with the chips). I resorted the bags out, to try and get the heavy stuff in the pathetically small trolley bag.

But still ended up with an extra heavy bag, that threatened to have me over a few times on steep pathway to the bus stop.

I had to stop near the top as I passed by the car park, to take a shot of this better than average shot of the incredible sky.

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The bus soon arrived. I enjoyed a natter with an unknown and nice lady en route. And was quickly carried back at Winwood Heights!

5Fri004I took the route through the link-passage into the Winwood Court. The exit door was still not opening.

WD 0.51.51 I mentioned this when I got to the NCH Hustle Model and Obersturmführeress Wardens Deana, and Obersturmführeress Julie’s holding, and 5Fri20binterrogation cell. Deana said it does work; she used it yesterday. We went to check. And the green press button, which is identical as all the other link-tunnel doors, but this door only needs pushing after pressing the knob, and doesn’t 5Fri20aopen automatically like all the other ones do! I wish someone had told me earlier! I did feel a fool!

I took a few photographicalisations of outside. It looks like a suitable place to sit quietly, indeed 5Fri20anext door but one neighbour, Malcolm, was in his shorts and asleep out there, doing his best to get skin cancer.

I made my way to the flat, and checked first thing, on the toilet bowl.

WD 0.51.51 Oh no! Some erm… regurgitated content, was showing again in the bowl. I put a bottle of the drain-unblocker I’d bought, down the loo and left it to do its job. I may have cried, a little. Always at the damned weekends do we have problems, and with the Mr Fries crappy Virgin Internet going down every weekend, I was not in a good mood like I was earlier in the day! Sob!

5Fri20dWashed up well, and got the fodder and the bought products away.

I shelled some peas and got them in the saucepan. I nibbled few and found many of the pods had fur-growth inside, so took care not to add them to the pan, I just dished them. Can’t complain, it is so late in the season for them. Although the few I nibbled while podding, determined that I did not need to add any demerara sugar, they were sweet enough.

I got the chips in the heated oven and will add the beef pasty later, so they are both cooked at the same time Hopefully

Then, back to the wet room. Got the rubber glove on, and investigated the situation in the WC bowl! I pulled the chain, well, twisted the handle, and to my amazement, things were all cleared! But, knowing my luck, I resisted any feelings of confidence or contentment. I’ll see how things go on the next usage. Washed the dandies, and myself, stripped-off, and got the handwashing done, just in time for the meal finishing cooking. I put the sliced brown cobs in the freezer.

5Fri20eWD 0.51.51 Tomato sarnies, fresh peas, beef pasties and the bacon flavoured fries. Accifauxpas with the salt pot though! I was putting some salt on the chips and tomatoes, and the spout fell off of it! Still, a decent nosh, although the beef pasty was undercooked, so most of it was left uneaten. Shame! I did enjoy what I did eat, though. 7.8/10, taste!

I tried some pieces of the new Cadbury’s Dark Milk chocolate. Horrible, sickly sweet crap! I shan’t be trying that again!

WD 0.51.51 I’d no sooner got settled in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner, and a sudden eruption from the innards forced me to get back out of the chair and make for the Porcelain Throne. But it was a false alarm. Nothing moved, despite my belief that something wanted to, and my strenuous efforts to accommodate this. Tsk!

I must have had dozens of nod-offs of a few minutes duration. Waking each time and staring blankly at the TV screen with heavy eye-lids.

It was late, nearly midnight I think before I eventually got off into dreamland!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 12th September 2019: Accifauxpa – Rescued by Nottingham City Homes girls!

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2019 Sept 13

Thursday 12th September 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 13eg Medi 2019

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02:25hrs: Woke, rose, wee-wee’d; an INHBT  (I-needn’t have-bothered-trickle) version. By the time it had finished, I had realised that the usual ailments were all being kind to me.

WD 150.0.0 But, and however, the innards were rumbling, grumbling, with an uncomfortably-continuos dull, but sharp, aching pains from within. This I put down to the extremely rich flavoured Gastro lamb moussaka, that I foolishly added a lot Leicester cheese, and many of the strong-tasting brown tomatoes too, on top of the plate. I do get carried away, sometimes! I must try to control my gustatory and allotriophagy desires from now on.

I’m determined not to get myself in the state I’m in now, again. The wee-weeing is reluctant in the extreme, and as you will read further down the page, The Porcelain Throne evacuations, are a failed, painful, no activity farce! Tsk!

4Thu001The sky and moon looked so wonderful, I took a picture of it before the clouds hid the planet again.

I got the medications sorted out (Dropsie Count: all the tablets – the Pain-Gel tube, and [A miracle it didn’t hit my foot or break when it landed on the floor”], a bottle of antacid).

I went voluntarily to use the Porcelain Throne, thinking I needed to free things up, and hopefully relieve the pressure and incapacitating, pernicious throbbing from the innards. But to no avail. Not even any stomachic gas escaped! And that’s rare for me. The arghs, eurghs, and agagag’s flowed as a natural event.

4Thu03I got on with the updating of yesterdays blog. It took a while again, but not due to Mr ($19m annual salary plus expenses) Fries, lousy internet service. Rather, it was a large number of photographs.

Made a brew, and had a look outside. The wind was blowing hard, but not too cold with it, same as yesterday.

Back on the computer and sent the Pinterest photos off. Then the post to WordPress, next onto their Reader Section.

I’ll have to get the ablutions done now, so I am ready for when Nichola arrives to do the questionnaire, inquisition or telling-off. Hehe!

Back in a bit – having had no Accifauxpas, I hope.

4Thu02I’m back, and not wrong about ablution wishes. Only two-dropsies, a razor, and the toothpaste tube. Smug Mode Adopted! The plates-of-meat felt a lot better after the shower.

I tidied and cleaned a bit in the kitchen a bit.

WD 150.0.0a WD 150.0.0 I came across the birdseed packets and put them in containers, so they kept nice and dry. Regretfully, I dropped a pack of seeds, and they went everywhere! Simplemindedly, I got down on the floor, to pick them up and clean in the corner edges at the same time. This took me half an hour or so. Getting back up after the RAI (Rhuenatoid Arthur Itis) had set the knees was so stiff and painful! After many failed attempts at regaining some perpendicularity, I was on the verge of pressing the AAW (Alert Alarm Wristlet) and in a bit of a panic and close to a fit of agitation, and the screaming habdabs!

GC June 14eSalvation came perfectly timed! The door chime rang out. I shouted as loud as I could “Come in, please!” several times. Which the two Nottingham City Homes girl visitors eventually did.

WD 150.0.0 They hastened to me, and got me back upright on the pins – then the Peripheral Neuralgia in the right leg, gave a performance of its Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance routines, as I was being helped upright! It only lasted a couple of minutes. But, although embarrassed, I was so glad they arrived when they did! They went through the medications, timings, new issues since the last check, etc. We found time for a laugh and natter here and there. In appreciation of their help, I handed out some nibbles. I can’t recall a lot of what was said, though. I know the Roger Reflux threw a fit while I was taking. I think we went through how I am coping and other stuff.

4Thu04If the girls had not arrived at the time they did, I would have had to press the button in the wristlet. Bless them for their kindness and understanding! I thanked them both as they departed. My concentration and mind were still not in full-faculty-status, I assume from the polyneuropathy playing up.

The sky was looking less threatening, now.

Feeling a little light-headed, I put the kettle on but did not make a brew. Instead, I made up and took a Movicol sachet. Hoping that things might start moving in the innards department. Fingers were crossed on this particular problem! Not literally, of course. Hehe!

4Thu06I went out on the balcony and took a photograph of the much-love and missed Tree Copse. By Gawd, the wind was blowing so strongly now.

The area around the copse in the bottom field looked to be desperately in need of some rain?

4Thu05I wonder if I’ll ever be fit enough to have a walk through the Copse again? The mind pondered over how lucky I had been earlier, and the excellent timing of the NCH (Nottingham City Homes) ladies arrival!  So, there, I do have good luck occasionally! Hahaha!

WD 150.0.0 Oh, dearie me, a paramedic ambulance is outside Winwood Court!

GC June 14eAh, I’ve remembered now. Nichola, rang the surgery for me, about the Warfarin dosages not being sent to me. It transpired that they are leaving it at 1½ tablets for several weeks. They will let me know when the next blood test is due! (They say!)

WD 150.0.0 So annoying that they did not let me know about this! I thanked the gal, profusely for the help given me.

I got the handwashing done and hung.

5Fri20fGot the oven heating up. Updated this blog for a while, then got the nosh sorted. Sausage sarnies and tomatoes on Polish sliced sourdough bread. A fair, feast of fodder, it was not!

However, it suited me at the time, (Taste-Counter: reading, 7/10), with my being so tired and drained… but not depressed or frustrated at all! (Although still a smidge embarrassed!).

I was just so contended. Thanking out loud the two Nottingham City Homes girls timely arrival, rescue, care, and understanding! Thank you, girls!

WD 150.0.0 I did the washing up, accompanied by Roger Reflux, bursting forth with CIDP inspired gasps of wind, melodic and a much-varied selection of elongated bursts of belching!

WD 150.0.0 Did the handwashing, and the leg joined in, with a version of its involuntary imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing! I waited until the leg had finished its routine.

WD 150.0.0 Next, the tuneful Reflux Roger and CIDP singing, and the Peripheral Neuralgia leg-stomping caused me to drop the t-shirt I was washing at the time. I tried to catch it, and the walking stick was knocked off of the draining board it was hanging on, and landed on the tall brush and dustpan, which tipped over and fell on my corn!

My genuine first thoughts were if only we had a CCTV in the kitchen – it would have gone viral on YouTube. Hahaha!

WD 150.0.0 I cleaned things up, had an INHBT (I-needn’t have-bothered-trickle) wee-wee, and checked lights, power-points etcetera. Finding that I’d left the heater on in the wet room, so turned it off, the got settled in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later). £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recline. The mental fatigue ensured I was soon off into a beloved, peaceful, precious sleep! But not for long, unfortunately!

WD 150.0.0 I almost sprang awake, and sensed the need (at last?), for the Porcelain Throne to be needed. I struggled out of the rickety recliner without much bother at all, got my balance, then the stick, and limped at a fair rate of knots, to the wet room. All to no avail! Seated sat there, in hopes more than expectancy, with the innards bursting but nothing moving, I had a go at the crossword book. Had a mini leg-Neuropathic Schuhplattler-Dance. A few bursts of various sounding Roger Reflux inspired belches, then gave up all hopes of an evacuation.

WD 150.0.0 Back to the rusty recliner, had a drink of spring water, and head down. Just in time to catch the RAI giving the knees a hell of a battering pain! To be anticipated really, with the amount of time I’d spent on the kitchen floor with the knees on the hard floor surface with all my weight on them.

It took a long time for them to ease off, even with the Phorpain gel I applied. I got up and took a Codeine 30g as well. Back down, feet up on the chair (The recliner that brother-in-law Pete had broken when he was nosing around for my valuables before taking them, was not working now!)

Finally, I nodded off. I know this because I woke up later! Humph!

Inchcock Today – Wed 11 Sept 19: A betterer day. Yeehaa! Apart from Virgin Media going down repeatedly! Humph!

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Wednesday 11th September 2019

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01:05hrs: I was so amazed at how easily I got put off of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, (Which he found and took, I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, to have a wee-wee. No bother, this morning, just a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. The  EGPWWB (Emergency-Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), had but a few fluid-ounces in it.

Having risen and moved with such ease, was a pleasure. Off to the kitchen, when the brain-storming arrived. Worries, problems etcetera permeating my peace of mind. Today is the lousily timed afternoon Podiatrist appointment. So I intend to get on with the updating. I took the medications, made a brew, and got the computer booted-up. I opened Coreldraw to make the graphics for a couple of days, and the Porcelain Throne required a visit.

WD 60.20.0 It turned out to be a session on the crossword book, with the occasional painful but unsuccessful heave and pushing… But I had to surrender and gave up. There was plenty that wanted to come, but I assume that Constipation Conrad was the reason for my failure to pass owt. I considered taking a tablet, or sachet of crystals to move things. But I decided to wait a bit.

3Wed001I washed the hands and got the nearly cold by now mug of tea, and went and got the computer going. I put the appointment made last night when I was woken up, for the questionnaire, interview, telling-off, update or, whatever it is I am having or being given on Thursday, with Nichola.

The feet were checked, the nails were long! Hehe!

I eventually got the graphics done, and worked on the updating of the Tuesday post. I can’t believe how long it took me, but there was a fair number of photographs, though.

Much tap-tapping, rattling and banging coming from upstairs, that was making concentration hard. But whether it will be from Herbert or some workmen, it didn’t matter, whatever, it had to be done. I turned off the computer and got at least some black and recycling bags sorted. I can take them down when I go out to the Health Centre. Time to get the ablutions sorted after that.

Back in a bit, all being well, I hope… Hahaha! 

WD 60.20.0Ac Excellent session with the ablutions. Only two dropsies as I can recall. The first one being the plastic bottle of drain-unblocker, which fortunately didn’t split open. Phew! The other one, a razor.

I got things ready, and set out, down in the lift and walked along the link-passage, checking to see if the door mechanism on the exit and fire door had been mended, yet. Nope!

3Wed01gaI got to the Wardens Holding & Interrogation Cell, handed some nibbles out, had a little natter, then out through the Windwood Court foyer onto Chestnut Walk. Where I took this rather pathetic picture from near the contractor’s storage sheds. Not very good, is it? Ah, well! Done me, bestest! Huh!

3Wed01hI got out of facing the sun and took this much betterer photo of Windwood Court. The shadow from the Chestnut tree looked rather good, and added something to the outcome, I thought. The pods will be forming soon, and then no doubt dropping, to give us something extra to struggle through with our disabled scooters, shopping bags on wheels and walkers. Hehe!

3Wed01iWD 60.20.0 To take this shot of my beloved, Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination! But I like it! I foolishy bent down, put up the screen to see it. Getting back up again… Well! Hehe!

3Wed01JWD 60.20.0 A touch Nottinghamian Street Art, near the entrance to the gravel hill up into Woodthorpe Grange Park. Getting myself up this route, taking my time of course, nice and steady, was not too hard at all. I thought!

3Wed01LAt the top, I had to rest for a while. The CIDP was taking its toll on me. But I was soon back into life, and found myself under a tree, looking up at the Chestnuts forming. The wind was blowing a bit, but I managed to take a half-decent shot of them, zoomed-in.

3Wed01mI hobbled through the twitchel, and came out the other end, to take this picture of the fantastic sky.

It felt like I was in another country for some reason. The wind was warm, the sun not too hot, and I was out and about, leisurely limping 3Wed01Nto the Health Centre and the podiatrists.

As I strolled unsteadily along Elmswood Gardens, I spotted these flowers, with almost black leaves. They were obviously beyond their best, but they fascinated me. I wonder what they were?

I arrived at the Elmswood Health Centre. I walked around the corner to avoid the steps, around and up into the receptionist.

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WD 60.20.0 I began talking to the receptionist, with a word fluff! Hahaha! Oh, dearie me! “I’ve come to see the psychiatrist!” She smiled and gave me a ‘Poor old fool’, look. Then replied, “I hope you mean the podiatrist?” And broke into a smile! She had to explain what I’d said, as well. Oy Vey! 

WD 60.20.0 I went into the waiting room. A man and woman were there. To whom I offered a ‘Good afternoon! I only a scowling look back from both of them, in unison! Oh, heck!

They were soon called into the treatment room. I got out the crossword puzzle book out and had a go at it. Not too successfully. Half an hour or so later, the lady came and called my name, and in I went. We had a good natter while she did the tootsies for me. I have to go back in two weeks, to booke the next visit. I gave her a nibble, thanked her and went out, and made my way into Sherwood, to check out the Post Office shop for any my newly addicted to, Puff pastry fingers.

The weather was still perfect for hobbling.

3Wed03To my delight, the shop owner had some fingers in stock. Well, only one packet, but I bought it to add to the four packs I bought from Tesco on Tuesday. They were the same price as at Tesco as well. I asked him if he would be having some more in stock next week? He took a photo of the fingers on his mobile phone and said he’d get some if available. I can’t ask for more than that from him. I also bought a pack of Twist Baqar Khani fingers. I’ve not the foggiest idea what that they are or might be, but they looked highly edible, to me.

I thanked him, and as I left the store, an ignorant, scumball of pavement Cyclist wet by, and all but hit two young lady vegetarians sat eating outside the costly cafe, bakery, and shop. The swine! One of the girls got out her mobile and called someone sharpish.

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I crossed over the road and up to the bus stop. A lady tenant, Shirley, I think her name is was waiting. We had a good natter until the bus arrived. Back at the flats, we walked back to Woodthorpe Court, through Winchester and Winwood to or lifts, and up. Shirl dropped off on I think the 6th floor, we said our cheerios, and I got to my level. I called at Josie’s, but she was out.

I got in and prepped the Lamb Moussaka, put some Leicester grated cheese on top, and put it back in the fridge. I’ll add some tomatoes later, when its been in the oven for fifteen minutes and add some mini-wholemeal cobs, too.

I got the Computer on, with the intention of getting the updating done, then hopefully have time to get some TFZer Facebooking done. I’m miles behind with it.

But Mr Fries had other ideas… the Git!

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WD 60.20.0 It came back on, and I started the updating… or an hour or so, then…

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It was already an hour beyond my usual head-down time, Humph!

WD 60.20.0 Another session when it came back on, this time of its own accord. Another hour later…

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3Wed01gSo tired-out. I had to give up on the computing and got the meal started. I considered using the £4 Sicilian Red Bull’s Heart Tomato in the ready-made Lamb Moussaka. But decided against it, this might be best used sliced in a sarnie! Although, it might test the new tomato slicer’s strength? Will it fit in? Hahaha!

3Wed10I got the handwashing done and hung to dry, while the fodder was cooking.

I got the meal served up. I shall not invest in one of these again; the flavour rating was a most generous 4/10. Most disappointing. It took me a long time to digest it, with the horrible sensation that it all wanted to come back up again after eating it. Well, not all of it. The mini wholemeal part-baked cobs were pleasant enough and flavoursome.

WD 60.20.0 I think that with it being so rich in flavours, the Porcelain Throne evacuations, that have been so reluctant and constipationally restricted lately; will either be freed or clogged up even more! I’ll find out which on the next Throne visit. Oh dear!

Got the washing-up done, had an SSAOW (Short-Sharp-All-Over-With) wee-wee. By then, I was ultra-fatigued. Got down in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner… Zzz soon came!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 2nd June 2019: Exipotic wishes and hopes, came to nothing! Hehe!

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WD 0.0.0 03:45hrs. I woke, noticing I had still got the diabetic socks on, Humph! Three hours enjoyed, kip I estimated.

I remembered that neighbour Josie wanted her cheesy-potatoes meal today, instead of Saturday this week. The thinking through what was needed had to take a breather, due to a rather sudden need for the utilisation of the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket). I was pleased with my egress from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grungy-beige rickety recliner, and gaining my balance.

WD 0.0.0 The bucket, held in the right hand, shook all over the place as I tried to contain it steady. But it was no bother to use it! Was this a sign of things to come. While wee-weeing, the need to use the Porcelain Throne arrived! I got the stick and hobbled to the wet room. What a session! Hard, painful and a long time coming, needing much forcing, too. Phwert!

7Sun11aI decided to leave the slept in socks on until later in the day, and set about hand-washing the extra-large, warm, long-sleeved shirt. I used the liquid soapflakes from Wilko and added some of their freshener granules. Hung it up over the sink to dry, as I usually do, with carefully placed pots to catch the drips falling from the hanger.

I got the medication morning dosage-pot made up last night put ready, it’s too early to take them yet, but seeing the pot near the computer, should remind me later.

I got the computer on, and the moment I tried typing, I realised my idea of letting the fingernails grow longer, to hopefully help with the electric-shock-like shakes, was not working at all.

WD 0.0.0 So, I set about with the nail-clippers to cut back the nails. Which proved to be extraordinarily portentous and yet annoying at the same time! The right-hand nails, using the left hand, took me about three minutes to do. The right hand, using the right-hand, took me ten minutes to complete. How I managed without cutting any flesh was impressive. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

7Sun02I then purposely took a photo from the new unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed, with glass panes to clean that need a step-ladder and one that cannot be reached at all windows. To see if I could hold the camera steady enough. The answer was, No! I had to rest the Canon, as best I could on the impossible to clean and warped inside of the window frame to get a decent shot.

I changed the setting on the Canon to S=small for the pictures. But they are still coming out massive?

WD 0.0.0 Back to the computerisationing again. What a farce! So much for cutting the nails helping things. All over the place, the fingers, as soon as the tip-ends touch anything. Terrible enough on the keyboard, but the camera is taking endless time to get focussed, too! Humph! Wee’d-Off-Mode adopted! Hehehe!

I made a start on finishing off the Saturday blog. I was hard work, time-consuming and with a bedevilling, irksomeness annoyingness. Grrr!

WD 0.0.0 As I put the kettle on again, I had to go for a Porcelain Throne visit (Two?). And what a dissimilitude to the earlier session. It was of egregariously massive proportions, soppy, wet, and messy beyond apprehension, this time! I actually sat having a go at the crossword book, while waiting for the action to terminate! As soon as it did, a wee-wee of record length followed immediately! Then there was the time and effort needed to clean things up! Still, I did get a few clues answered in the crossword. (Alright, one clue, Tsk! Haha! Gawd knows why I’m laughing!

7Sun15The sunshine was out, and the shadows forming as it came from behind. So, I took a picture from the new unwanted, light & view-blocking, thick-framed, with glass panes to clean that need a step-ladder and one that cannot be reached at all kitchen windows. While making yet another brew to replace the one that went cold while I was on the Porcelain Throne.

WD 0.0.0 The pictures were still coming out massive, I checked on the Canon, the S setting showed up as being set. I must be doing something wrong? Nothing new there, then!

Late, very late, I got the blog updated and sent off. Made a cuppa for the one that went cold again. Took the morning medications and made up the pot for tonight’s doses.

Made a start on this post – and yet again had to return to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dearie me! A complete repeat of the second visit. Perhaps even messier, and I didn’t get any answers in the crossword either!

WD 0.0.0 I did notice that the pins were not in such a good a condition as yesterday. Nowt new in that, they are always changing, every day. I’d not got the camera with me, so I cleaned the place up, by the way, the aroma I left behind this last visit was putrid! Just thought I’d mention it, in case any Doctors read this post, who might like to offer some advice, on Arthur Itis, Williams Water-Retention, Alberts Axonotmesis. Allan’s Ataxia, Terry’s Transient ischaemic stroke, or Peter’s Peripheral neuropathy, free of course. Hehe!

7Sun01I returned to the front room and took a picture of the legs. Lumpy, blotchy and the sock-rings showing where I’d forgotten to take them off. The fluid retention looked a lot less, and for once, the legs seemed to be the same size. The paleness doesn’t show, cause this room is darker, I think. Unless it the new camera?

I rang out the hanging shirt, and once more made a brew, to replace the one that had gone cold again. Tsk! Got the potatoes in the oven for later.

Started this post off proper. I stopped computerisationing, to get the ablutions tended to. Back in a bit…

WD 0.0.0 I got somewhat discomposed, and woolgatheringly lost the plot a bit. And found myself, with rediculous-timing, considering I was about to take a shower and shave; set about hand-washing the bath towel! Left it to soak a bit further, when the stupidity of my actions hit me. Muttered some words of self-admonishment, and went off to get the ablutions done – but again got side-tracked and called at Josie’s door and rang the bells. To make sure she was in and ready for her Cheesy-potato meal around 12:30hrs, but no answer.

7Sun18I got the ablutions tended to, with an interruption for a marathon wee-wee. Possibly as long as the one eight wee-wees ago. Hahaha! I enjoyed the shower etc. despite dropping the soap and fresh air spray.

The pins were looking better, and possibly with a little more blood in them? Fingers crossed!

Got redressed, and called to see Josie, no answer again. Oh dear!

I took three bags to the waste bin on the three-wheeled trolley and rang Josie’s door on the way back. Still no answer.

7Sun19I wrang out the bath towel out much as I could manage, and put it on the airer to dry, slowly of course, and it will need turning often, to make sure it all dries out properly.

Back on the computer, and Josie rang my bell. Said she was in the shower. The good news, if I can get the timing right, 12:30hrs would be fine for her meal to be delivered.

I updated this diary a bit and then got on with cheesifying the potatoes and into the husks. Back in the oven to brown them off.

I spotted two people with two little dogs, from one of the houses in the lower field, using the cut through. I took a distance shot and zoomed in to take a picture of them as they entered the house. The first time I’ve seen it used since it was upgraded. I wonder why other householders don’t make one. It must save a hell of a lot of walking?

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I put the above on the computer, went for a wee-wee, and then it was time to check the cheesy-spuds progress, 12:05hrs.

7Sun38Got the nosh for Josie served up; Tuna chunks, tomatoes and some glorious looking cheesy-potatoes. I took it to her door, but got no answer, oh dearie me, again!

I returned to my place, disappointed that I cannot keep it warm, the potatoes shrivelled when I tried it last week.

Back to Josies, no answer again. Getting frustrated now.

2019 Mar 2Checked on my nosh (cheesy-potatoes) in the oven, and turned them down. Back to Josie’s, and she answered. Phew! Handed her the meal on the tray, and wished her happy eating. Then, back to the apartment and served up my dollop. And tucked into it. I didn’t make to big a nosh this time, and ate it all, along with a sourdough baguette, that I did leave some of.

During which, Josie rang the door bells, chiming out the tune of Dusty Springfield’s ‘I only want to be with you!’, to return the tray, cutlery and plate. It seems she liked it, and she gave me a tin of tuna chunks to use for next week.

I finished the fodder and washed my pots. Still early, but I took the medications and got settled in the £300 almost mediaeval rickety-recliner, to get some sleep in and catch-up. Of course, my plans failed miserably. I ended up watching some rubbish on the TV, and even that failed to find sleep for me. Huh!

Inchcock Today – Sat 1 June 2019: An effutiation and Whoopsiedangleplop dominated day, today!

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Wd BLACK 04:40hrs. I woke after laying praying futilely for sleep for hours and hours. And an hour-and-a-half after eventually dropping off. Phwert!

Within seconds, I was in need of the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket). Again, I was caught by surprise with how full it was. I must have been using it without realising a few times during my microscopical sleep?

Wd BLACK 6Sat07A most delusive sound rang out from somewhere. A kind of vague, wailing noise with coughing sounds in the background? This happened twice in the space of thirty seconds. It was rather loud. I heard it easily enough, without any hearing aids in? But couldn’t locate the source of the worrying noise. Tsk! The plumbing, perhaps?

I took the nearly full bucket to clean and be disinfected in the wet room. Job done, I ventured to try and find the source of this mystery lamentational noise. To the kitchen first. Nothing found. Got the step ladder, which is now needed since the installation of the new light & view-blocking. thick-framed new windows, to see below, outside. No untoward signs. Then I had a look and listened with the door held open. Nothing heard or seen. Another Mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court: that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. Apparently, illusion, delusion, & hallucination ridden! Mmm!

The fingers started to at electrocuted again, when the tips touch anything. The updating of the Friday blog was a nightmare, well, daymare! It took me so long, I’d almost grown a head of hair by the time it was completed and posted off to WordPress.

I took the medications and did the health checks. Sia 166, Dia 85, Pulse 76 and the temperature at 35.6°c, then took some photographs with the new, freshly charged Canon camera.

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6Sat16Wd BLACK I managed to take another unknown mystery photograph I found later on the SD card?

Ah well, it’s in keeping with all the earlier cameras – or is it me? Haha!

Started this blog off. But it was still hard work!

Wee-wees seemed to be dying down, they were getting less frequent for sure?

 Time to get the ablutions done. And what an annoying session this was. The dang right-hand fingers were electrifying-dancing more than ever, just when I was shaving. Somehow or other, I managed without cutting myself.

Wd BLACK Per contra, 2019 May 23athe dancing-fingers kept on and continued to give me bother. I dropped the toothbrush (that was a good one, I still haven’t found where it went, and I had to use another one?). The eye-drop bottle was also dropped, well it shot out of my pestering fingers hand really, and via the sink, WC, wall, cabinet and the floor, rolled around the back of toilet into the hardest place there could be for me to retrieve it! The disposable razor shot out of my hand twice! The carbolic soap slipped and hit the wall on its way to plop into the toilet bowl!
Last but not least, of the Axonotmesis causing  Whoopsiedangleplops by any means… I dropped the bottle of Brute after-shave, and it landed on my corned toes with the elongated nails that are still awaiting being cut! Oh, the agony! I failed to appreciate the humorous side of things on this occasion.

In pain, weed-off and somewhat battered, I tackled the problem of getting dressed. A simple-enough operation for the majority of the population, but I am in with the 6% of older and frail folks who struggle, and boy did I have to moil all the way!

7Sun16Wd BLACK I banged my ankle when using the Sock-Glide. Hit my elbow on the edge of the door edge. Clouted the back of my head when getting the jumper on. A bit of a mystery even to me, how I managed to do this. Getting the Ankle-Support straps on, was one hell of a struggle, but I felt so proud of myself once it was fitted, I went into Smug-Mode!

The pins had lost a bit of fluid retention. The 6Sat18knees were not so gnarled either. But some new papsules in number were appearing again now. And one leg was a little larger than the other.

Wd BLACK I got the shoes on, but when I stood up, the feet were in just too much pain with the strapping wearing on the toes. Taking off the ankle-Support was not precisely pain-free, either. The short-lived Smug-Mode was cancelled! To be replaced with the Dismally, Depressed – Discouraged – Doleful – Depths-Mode was adopted! Damned close to feeling sorry for myself, now! That won’t do!

Then I got the hand washing done. Got one t-shirt not dried from yesterday on the airer. Then washed and started to dry a pair of socks, a thick jumper, and a woolly-bob-hat. I’m enjoying doing this each day, it keeps me active to a degree when I’m not feeling too bright.

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I was slightly cheered, when I remembered the Saturday morning out-of-date cheap food sale was on in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Emergency Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed. So, I took some chocolate nougat and a mandarin dessert for them in the trolley, and a recycling bag down with me on the way to the hut. I dropped the bag next to the caretaker’s door.

6Sat19 I limped along, with the pains and injuries from the ablution session still sore. Hehehe! Arrived at the shed, and turned to take this picture of Windwood Heights, without any lorries, vans or worked; it being a Saturday.

Also, the distinguished, well-mannered, residents folks of Winwood Heights, now have an accessible footpath to use, at least this weekend we have anyway.

Only five people in the cabin when I arrived. I had the shakes and a bit of a dizzy-spell as I went inside. I put this down as the reason for my purchasing some Egyptian broccoli that was all seeds, and the 3-day out-of-date rock hard pack of potato cakes. I gave someone the chocolates and mandarins. I seem to remember doing a lot of talking?

Wd BLACK No doubt, the dizzy and shakes combined, had put-me-off balance a smidge. Once outside and gently walking back to Woodthorpe Court along Chestnut Walk, I realised I had bought some broccoli and the hard potato cakes. But cannot recall doing so, although I remember seeing them on sale. Angela and Roy were walking in the opposite direction, I think I asked them if they wanted the food, but they wisely declined. Hehe!

6Sat18aI tried to get a decent shot of some magpies in the shrubbery as I walked along the rubbish-strewn footpath.

Wd BLACK This first shot made me suddenly aware that I had bought, or been sold, the Canon camera X40, that did not have a view-finder fitted. Bad that, with me missing the fact. I felt a right Charlie actually!

6Sat18bThen another bird came down to join its mate on the floor. I patiently waited so long to get a good picture.

Later, when I got the picture on the computer, this on the right is what I’d taken?

Either the magpies were like lightning, or I was not adequately recovered from the earlier funny turn properly? Haha!

6Sat21I just got the lens through the wire fencing to take this photo of the linking passageway between Woodthorpe Court and Winwood Courts. Not operational yet of course, but it looks good and airy, and will keep us old uns indoors in the rain?

I managed to get another photograph messed up as I was about to grab the three-wheeled-guide to carry on back to the flats6Sat19.

Sat beyond the trolley, was the most-appealing long-haired grey cat. Just sat apparently calmy looking at me. I’d have sworn blind I had taken a shot of the old grey cat in the picture, too!

I was feeling a smidge disorientated, I think. I got in the flat foyer and dropped the potato cakes and broccoli on the table for someone to try if they liked.

Back up to the flat. The wee-wees had changed to the SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-Wee-Wee style.

I got the lethal new kitchen windows open and tried out the zoom on the new view-finderless camera. I was pretty pleased with it. I’d have felt even better if I wasn’t feeling so rough at the moment. The Canon save images in IMG format, the Nikon as P, and the Lumix as DSGN. It all gets me confused even further than I am already!

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Got the computer on, to the sounds of taps, knock and the odd bag from above. I heard them with the hearing-aids out.

Wd BLACK I’d got some really tiny new-potatoes in the slow-cooker earlier, about five hours ago, and they were still hard, so I turned the machine to a high setting. I think this crock-pot not cooking very fast is the reason I got the other new one, that fell to pieces the other day. I can’t win, can I? Huh!

I spent about three hours on this update. The jumping fingers stayed that way all the time, so progress was not good.

I went to put the oven for the sweet and sour ready-made wheel, wheel? I meant a meal. (I’m losing it now! Proof of my excellent phlyarologist capabilities, Haha!) And added some orange peppers, I’ll add the potatoes if ever they cook, later. The noise from above had stopped, then I heard a commotion that seemed to be coming from the door. Went to investigate, and found a letter had been posted.

6Sat24 It was from the NHS concerning Bowel Cancer Screening.

The screening kit is to arrive in two weeks. I think I’ve had them before.

Feeling very tired now. So I’ll get the nosh cooking I reckon.

Got the sweet & sour with extra sauce, and the potatoes added, in a tray in the oven. Set timer for 35 minutes, then I can add the sourdough baguettes to it, and they should both be ready at the same time. Fingers crossed.

Feeling a bit perkier now; no more dizzies or shakes for over an hour now. Things are looking up.

6Sat25I got the nosh prepared and served up.

Wd BLACK I shall not be trying this Sweet & Sour chicken ready-meal again. I added the mini-potatoes and baked (heated-up) a sourdough baguette to soak up the juices, which were fine. The pineapple pieces, which I am not supposed to eat, were rock-hard. So I avoided eating them after one bite, this was not a bad thing. There was no sour taste involved, it was all sweet! Flavour-rating 2.5/10. But the baguette was tasty!

But for anyone that likes dry, stringy chicken pieces and sickly sweet sauce, with granite-like pineapple pieces, these Sharwoods meals can be bought from Morrisons. They’ll be ideal for you.

Washed and got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, and put the TV on. It took ages, but eventually I nodded-off – must have needed it, cause I slept straight through for five-hours.