Inchcockski – Thur 17 Oct 2019: Sophrology, was needed today!

2019 sOct 17

2019 sOct 17

Thursday 17th October 2019

Polish: Czwartek 17 Października 2019 r

Oct 17

WD 100.20.0 03:55hrs: Sometimes, I wish I could obnubilate my own, twisted, tormenting, almost scary thoughts. This morning is one of those days. I’m afraid! Bonkersness seems to be approaching, the body is decaying, failing, so I expected the mind to follow. Nottingham City Homes Repairs lies, and an uncaring attitude towards me didn’t help things my involuntary relinquishment of sanity. The sleep deprivation over the more than a week of promises they would arrive, but didn’t, was possibly the worst bit. The waiting in for the promised visit, from eight until ten in the evening, and trying to stay awake, just in case anyone arrived (Hahaha!, fool!) day after day, did me no good either. It certainly had something to do with my funny turn at the After-Stroke Physio session. In all the turmoil and frustration, I forgot to make my appointment with the podiatrist, so I am now still going to suffer from their failings. I’m still trying to catch up on the kip now. However, thanks to interventions from physios, doctors, and management of Nottingham City Homes, I now have hot water! But the spirits are still low and dejected. That’s it, for now, I’ll try not to mention the scurrilous and derogatory treatment and lack of respect and communication I’ve suffered again. I hope to live long enough to get over it. Oddly, I feel a little better for having scripting this paragraph, but it still wrangles!

After the little mind-blast of various ailments, worries etc. I removed my ever-growing bigger belly with a skinny armed and legged torso attached, from the Xyrophobia-suffering 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 five-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.

4Thu03WD 100.20.0 And off to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. And it’s hard to even for me to believe, but the evacuation was even more massive and longer than yesterday’s session! I genuinely am concerned that the WC system may fail to remove the mass one day! Not too bad though, at least things were a lot less messy. Washed the dandies and anticepticated all contact points. I took a shot of the pins (legs), and it seemed like the feet had grown overnight? Haha! The nails were looking awfully long, I must get to the clinic today to book an appointment with the chiropodist. (Thanks, Nottingham City Repairs!)

4Thu01To the kitchen, I took the medications and made a brew.

I took this early morning shot from the kitchen window.

Then on the computer. Updating the Wednesday blog… Hours later, I’d got it completed and sent off.

Then on to Coreldraw to do some templates and graphics. I did a few, then made a start on this one.

WDPG03RHad to stop, to get the ablutions done, before the time for the pulcritudinic phlebotomist arrived. A stand-up job, too early (07:00hrs) to use the noisy shower yet. The session went phenomenally well this morning! The dropsies were only three! (It’s true!) The plughole-unblocker bottle, the flannel, and a razor! The morning battle with the sock-glide was won! No trapped or pinched fingers, no dropping or knocking it over, and no falling off of the throne while putting the hosiery on! Oh, yes, indeed! But, I anticipate paying for this of rare slice of luck later in the day. Humph! The wee-weeing is a rare event as well?

All washed and smelling nice now, ready for the Angel of Mercy to arrive. I put the kettle on and took some pictures of the resisting going down the moon. One distant, and tried to do a zoomed-in one, but I don’t think I will manage a decent close-in shot again, with the fingers getting slowly worse. Oh, also I had to use the Nikon because the battery has gone on the Canon, I put it on to charge. Double Oh, I think I caught a distant crow in the first frame? I thought it was a bug on the computer screen at first!

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4Thu06Beautiful sky, though.

I then visited the crumbling-ceiling balcony, with the finger-traping release locks on the windows, to take this shot of towards Nottingham, a partially zoomed-in effort, to try and depict where the other high-rise flats are. The natural lighting helped pick them out, I think.DEcentish effort, but not brilliant. A bit like me, really! Hehehe!

I went onto the local news site. Gunfire in Basford

Then: Jury hear about two ‘targeted shootings’ in Nottinghamshire murder plot

Then: Third man arrested in connection with firearms discharge, Bilborough

Followed by: Woman poisoned and stabbed in the arm and back in Nottingham

And: 48-year-old clocks up his 253rd crime after damaging cars

Surely proof that soft sentences or hard, don’t work? What’s the answer? I don’t know! 

Just the regular run-of-the-mill stuff, then.

I got the handwashing on the aires, and the Angel Nurse arrived, to take the blood. She came early bless her, but not in time for me to catch the first bus. But this didn’t matter while the beautiful, precious, highly desirable nurse was here, her radiant twinkling smile was my primary appreciation. She soon had me done and sorted. Off she had to run to her next lucky patient. Sob, an inner burst of regret and my passion died!

4Thu07aI gathered the things required, hearing aids in, the correct spectacles on, areas in need had been all medicated, RAI’s (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees were ointmentated with extra Phorpain gel, medications checked, bus pass in pocket, shopping list in the sleeveless jacket pocket (Although this mysteriously disappeared later?), warm jumper adorned, three-wheeler-walker readied, medical alert bands put on the wrists.

WD 100.20.0 A fair bit of time was spent chewing over my feeling of anamesia, double-checking things, often the same area more than once.  Despite this partial panicking that I had forgotten something, or left something on that should be off and visa versa, my dysbulia for the day ahead, remained intact. My plan was to walk up into the park, through the mugger’s twitchel, down the hill and along  Elmswood Gardens, to the Health Centre, and beg for mercy for forgetting about booking in for the podiatrist 14 days ago, amidst the Hot Water Repair Team not arriving farce, and my having to stay indoors, and futile hope of their arrival. Hello, I’m waffling again, sorry about that.

I st off, taking black bags to the waste chute on the way down. I tackled the steep gravel hill up into Woodthorpe Grange Park, but had to stop twice for a breather, as the CIDP affected the breathing. Got to the top, went onto the grass, and turned to take a photo of Windwood Heights. It came out the next day when I got around to updating this post, to be ridden with red-eye! I did my best to get it off, but as you can see with the red-eye-removed picture, I was not entirely successful.

4Thu08

4Thu08aI pressed on into the park and hobbled through the mugger’s snicket. Coming out into the cold sunshine, down the hill, right to the end of Elmswood Gardens, and into the Sherwood Health Centre. 

I explained my reasons for calling, that being my farce with the Nottingham City Homes repair team keeping indoors for nine days etc. going into details that she didn’t really need to know. But it drew a smile from her. Hehe! Grovelled to the receptionist, begging for an earlier appointment and apologising.

She kindly rang the podiatrist for me, but no other appointments were available until 4Thu21aMonday 4th November at 11:50hrs! A shame that; I just wished that Nottingham City Homes repair team will read this, and appreciate all the hassle, pain and discomfort they have caused for me. A vision came into my mind of how the poor feet might look by the time I arrive to have them treated and the nails cut!

I thanked the young lady and went out into the cold sunshine and walked into Sherwood. I called in the Post Office grocery store on the way to the bus stop. I got some of the flakey-pastry fingers.

4Thu08cThen out to the bus stop. While waiting for the L9, a police car screeched down the hill from the left, and it stopped up near the library. Blues and Twos on. I took this shot of Sherwood, looking at the police car. The picture turned out rather well for a zoomed-in snap, I thought, it gave an impression of busyness; a rarity in Sherwood nowadays!

A few of the Winwood Heights residents got off of the bus, but none recognised me or answered my morning greetings. They were busy taking sensible care as they dismounted the bus. No one on the bus from the flats now. I had a bash at the crossword book, at one time dropping it, and a lady saw me struggling to retrieve the article, and kindly came over to pick it up for me, bless her! So kind of her. The knees were particularly bad this morning, growing worse as the day went on.

4Thu08dI got off of the bus and made my way to the Saver Shop, to get some pipe-unblocker fluid.

I spotted they had some of the toothpaste I like in, at £1, according to the signage on the shelves. I got some washing up liquid and DeoFab as well. When I got home later, I found that I had been charged £1.49 for the toothpaste, and the previously 89p unblocker was now 99p. The tiny bottle of Fairy Liquid was not 79p, but 99p! Of course, it may have been my misreckoning or pure stupidity that was the cause of this. Either way, I was a smidge miffed. Tsk!

4Thu08eThe sunshine grew brighter, but not any warmer.

As I fought my way through the surprising number of Nottinghamian shoppers and shoplifter out and about today.

4Thu08FI arrived at the Asda store and noticed this character, parked up outside the shop, on his gigantic mobile scooter. I hoped he wouldn’t fall off of it, the little man was perched high on it in his seat. I bet he was an HGV driver back in the day. Hehe!

I ended p at the self-serve checkouts, with nut chocolate bars, a can of chilli, bags of nuts, Hoisin sauce, and a packet of rice. £15.59 worth. Packing the trolley bag and carrier was a work of art, to get them all in.

WD 100.20.0 Out to the bus stop. With Arthur Itis getting worse, the knees felt every movement the bus made, braking, swerving, turning etc. It was a terribly painful experience. (So much so, that I struggled to stand up, and get off of the bus!) In Sherwood, some of the Winwood Heights gang got on the bus, including Josie. But she didn’t hear my greetings as she passed me. At the flats, Josie said she did not notice me when she got on the bus. Then she took the carrier off of me, to assist my alighting of the bus. Nice!

As we both walked through the link passages, a bloke was setting up a fruit and veg stall on tables in the Winwood Social Room. Both of us had a nosey around the goods on offer. I bought three large potatoes, they looked perfect for Josie’s cheesy-spud nosh at the weekend! I was a penny short of the £1.50, but he let me off! Josie and I walked on back to the flats in Woodthorpe. It was a bit of a battle to keep up with her, by gum, she can move! Hehehe! Back at the apartments, she even put the bag through my door for me. I fetched her dainty cream cakes from the fridge, and tool them to her. Thanked her for her help, and she retired into her flat, then I did the same… well, into my flat of course. Haha!

The need for food was growing within, so I stripped off, got the handwashing done, and got the meal prepared in between.

WD 100.20.0 As I was about to serve up the nosh, the landline light flashed and rang. It was Brother-in-law Pete. (I still think he uses the CCTV rerouted to his computer, as he always catches me eating, sleeping, on the Throne, or just going out of the door! Guffaw!) He spoke of his CT scan thing for the first time, and we had a chinwag which I enjoyed.  He is now confirmed as being free of the prostate cancer worries, but needs another check elsewhere, on something they spotted while inside his innards with the camera. So not completely free of anxiety, but partly, at least. He thinks they seem to be fast-tracking him, got to go in Friday for more in-depth checks on the newly spotted concern. I hope things go well for him, fingers and everything else crossed! (Not the legs mind, Arthur Itis would not allow that! Chuckle!) Then, chuffin’ hell, someone was knocking on the door, (And there are two bells out there to press!), I had to leave Pete’s chinwagging session (Spit!) as it might be someone from the Nottingham City Homes Repairs team about the crumbling balcony ceiling? But no one was there at the door, but there was some advertising bumph put through the box about pensions? Back to the meal.

4Thu11The feast was made up of Baked beans with added hoisin sauce and garlic, chicken thighs and a freshly rebaked still warm sourdough baguette. A side of a cox’s apple, and some potato biscuits. A Flavour-Rating of 8.4/10 was granted! I might have put in a little too much hoisin sauce. Else an even higher rating would’ve been scored.

WD 100.20.0 ac Got the pots washed, had a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wee, a rinse and stubbed the poor toe nocively against the WC seat-riser legs!

WD 100.20.0 At last, I thought, I can get down, out the TV or a DVD on and nod-off to my hearts content…but no! The landline telephone flashed again! It was a lady from the Sherringham Park Medical Centre, with the test results of the earlier INR blood test (That was quick!) New dosages: Mon 2, Tue 1½, Wed 2, Thurs 1½, Fri 1½, Sat 2, Sun 1½. The result was 2.2 INR. Much better now! Next blood test next Monday, will be arranged. While up, I put in the Die Hard with a Vengeance DVD and settled down to watch it.

WDPleft04WD 100.20.0 While reading the introduction credits: I nodding off, waking up about six hours later. Oh, dearie me!

Will I live long enough to ever watch a film all the way through again? I suppose not. Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 16th October 2019: A few psychotomimetic moments today – so no change there. Hehe!

2019 sOct 16

2019 sOct 16

Wednesday 16th October 2019

Croatian: Srijeda 16 Listopada 2019. Godine

3Wed001

WD 70.0.0. Tuesday 15th October: I fell asleep, a desperately-needed sleep, somewhere around 19:00hrs, and burst awake at 22:00hrs. In an incontrovertible, need of the Porcelain Throne. The immediate odds of me making it to the Throne in time were not good! I partly fumbled, stumbled, and galumphed my stomach-dominated chassis from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grottily-beige-coloured, rickety recliner, kept my balance okay, grabbed the stick, and hobbled to the wet room, with surprising deft-dexterity.

WD 70.0.0. I almost leapt onto the seat, as the evacuation began. And it went on, and on and on! I believe it was a physical impossibility for so much poop to have been produced and stored in my innards! If it were possible to dimidiate the contents that were released, I still think it would have been too much, even with my bulbous belly. And as for how the toilet managed to get the ordure off via the U-bend into the sewers, I just don’t know!

WDPrightWD 70.0.0. Acc I cleaned and washed the dandies, turned to exit the wet room, a little jerking from the leg, and I caught the Sock-Glide on the shower stool. I now have a new bruise on my foot. I’ll photograph it later. Humph! I may have muttered something under my breath, like ‘bother’; or ‘blow-it’; I’m not sure exactly.

To the kitchen, and moved the handwashing onto the airers. Then took the medications, made a brew. I almost got the saucepans filled with water, out of habit! I had been nine-days without any hot water, so it’s understandable, especially if you know me. Hahaha!

I began to update Tuesday’s post, at last, a lot of it, with so many photographicalisations to sort out. A memory testing time for me. But the fingertips and hands were not too bad at this moment. The leg and shoulder were both persistent in their jumping and jerking, but they didn’t turn into an actual Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routines, as yet anyway. I pressed on and got the blog finished and sent off.

3Wed01gaWhile I was thinking, it must be about time for the Morrison orders to arrive; the door chime rang out its ‘I only want to be with you’ tune. It was the van driver delivering the fodder.

He handed them in through the door, I’d forgot to fetch the return carriers, but the chap was okay about it. Thanked him, and got the things into the kitchen.

Thank heavens I might be able to get out again, and not need so many delivered foods coming in, with there minimum orders.

3Wed01mNot that I can get out today. So much graphicalisationing needed to be done, catch-up wise. I must get round to doing them soon, or the day will be gone again!

The fridge and freezer are now even fuller than they both were last week!

It was drizzling a bit out there this morning. I took some shots with the Canon camera again. That is the one that when I got the shakes. Last week, I changed the picture to a sort of semi-landscape setting, but don’t know how I did it, to put it back again. Twit! Hey-Ho!

3Wed01iI got some mushrooms in the saucepan warming up. To have with some Uncle Benn’s BBQ flavoured rice, black bean sauce, tomatoes and some frankfurters. I intend to use some basil and onion salt in it too! Maybe even a dro of soya? I opted to use the soya in the mushrooms instead.

I then made a start on this blog and then had to go on CorelDraw for three days, to make up the graphics. (Well, it felt like four actually!)

The intercom rang, luckily I was in the hall at the time and saw the light come, else I would never have heard the weak tune played if I was in the other room! It was the repair-men, came to look at the crumbling balcony roof. They agreed that the window openings were dangerous, in fact, one lad trapped his finger on the press forward and pull back paddle opener, straight after I’d just warned him how dangerous they were! They also had difficulty in getting through to many flats, where the new intercom was 3Wed01Tnot working! Also, I was not the only tenant with a crumbling new balcony roof and cracks in the apartment’s inner walls. I think they were just coming to assess if the job was urgent or not. As they left, I got the camera to take a photo of the lads as they departed from the balcony. Bless ’em!

3Wed04Then back to the graphicalising. I can’t last much longer, though. The depression and fatigue are moving in now. Haha! 

No-good! I just had to stop working on CorelDraw and turned off the computer. I was so tired it was farcical. All mistake-ridden work and the fingertips have started to jump and jerk, and Reflux Roger had begun to give me some hassle.

I got the handwashing done and hung to dry on hangers above the kitchen sink.

Had a wee-wee, of the ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) variety. Then minutes later, I had to have another, this time it was of the LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling). The wee-wees were of changing styles, but up till now, far less often.

Then the rice nosh was sorted out. The franks were cut in half, chopped tomatoes, and black bean sauce added, and it looked eatable in the extreme. Some Milk Roll bread and two butterfly cakes added.

3Wed05Got it served up and took the medications while eating it. A rather morish taste.

A flavour rating of 8/10 was given. After dining on the rice and medications for half-an-hour or so, I went to get the pots washed up. Guilt-Mode meant I only ate half of the cakes. 

(Mind you, it was the cream and jam half, Hahaha!)

3Wed02The sky view turned all bright for a few minutes, and the sun (What’s that then? Hehe!) shone through. There seemed to be a double layer of clouds up there.

4Thu01The pins looked to be so much less knobbly and distorted? Especially the knees.  I wondered, are they like this due to the INR Warfarin level being so low? I checked later to see on the internet, with this being found:

Q) Can stress affect my INR level when taking Warfarin?

A) Simply put, yes. Science has shown that because of the effect stress can have on your body, Warfarin can stay in your system longer than normal, causing a spike in INR levels. If you are able to recognise when you are stressed, you can take steps to try to manage it. INR is too low, there is an increased risk of fatal bleeding.

WDOG03RSo, my being in the Red Zone, with the real risk of a Heart Attack, Blood Clots or another Stroke, is something else I have to thank The Nottingham City Homes-Repair team for? I must read up on how to come back and haunt someone, after I go the way of all flesh, bite the bullet, kick-the-bucket, croak-out, go belly up, flatline, perish, snuff-it, loop-the-loop, go the way of the dinosaurs, give up the ghost, conk out, cash in my chips, peg-out, or saunter from this Mortal-Coil. I shall return! – Contented-Vengeful-Menacing-Maniacal-Laughter-Mode engaged!

Now, how can I find out who is to blame for my being treated so shoddily? My very thought of the need, desire and passion for haunting and terrorising him or her, offers me more joy than my Nottingham City Homes directed misery and life has done lately.

I got settled down, and a landline call came in. It was from the deliciously desirous Phlobotomy nurse. She will be calling again for more blood in the morning. She even de WDPleft04her appointment for a little earlier for me, bless her cotton socks ♥. 08:00 > 10:00hrs.

Sleep did come early tonight, and blessedly welcome it was!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 15th October 2019: The day could have gone betterer. Humph!

2019 sOct 15

2019 sOct 15

Tuesday 15th October 2019

Hungarian: 2019. Október 15, Kedd

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WD 50.100.200. 04:50hrs: I woke up, and it was so late. I’d had a great, much-needed sleep of about five-hours. Immediately a touch of panicalisationing kicked in! So much rambled through the brain-box, I thought the bonce might burst-open. Hehe! The After-Stroke Physio session today, no time to get yesterday’s bog finished, as I had to catch the 07:25hrs number 40 bus, to get to town, do some urgent shopping (milk, seaweed, bread, and tomatoes). Hunt for bargains at the Poundland store, get to the physio session. I needed to try and clean things up a bit, from the boiler repair last night… Ah, yes! I must test it to make sure it is working as well! 

The mind, now presented with a definite plan, encouraged the extraction of my well-developed, crude, but flabby-bouncy body which the sickeningly handsome, same age as me, Xyrophobia-suffering 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 five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, recliner. The usual need for the Porcelain Throne arrived as I was freeing my lumbering body and aching limbs, so off to the wet room

2Tue03WD 50.100.200. I found that the shower floor drain was blocked again, as it was last night after the fitters had been dumping water down, in their effort to empty the hot water boiler of water. It was too early for me to turn on the shower to try and get rid of the water, cause the noise would have disturbed my neighbours, so I got down on my knees and tried with the not big enough to cover all of the holes, plunger. But, amazingly it seemed to work, and eventually, the water ebbed away down the drain.

WD 50.100.200a Getting back up off of the floor was not easy, but thanks to the grab rails, not as bad as it might have been without them. I must keep an eye on the clock, to avoid my pathetically persistent habit of missing the bus!

The legs looked somewhat thin this morning? Less vivid lumps, blood papsules, spider veins etc. as well! Then a reminder of the need for the Throne arrived, ann those few paces to the Porcelain, had never been taken quickly before! A good job too. Because Diahorrea Duncan was still lurking within my inner system. I surprised myself with the energy I had this morning.

WDPright04I was so pleased to find the hot water back on. Not as hot as it usually is, bit I expect it will take a while longer before it returns to it’s typically lovely and shavable with, temperature.

A fair bit of cleaning up needed to be done, but I only played at it, making it look not so bad, I didn’t have much time, with the Physio (and, I anticipate, some overspending on unneeded food) session to get to.

1Mon14aWD 50.100.200. Back to the front dump-room to get the togs ready for after the stand-up ablutions. Again, too early to use the shower, too noisy.

The rain was pouring outside. Off to the kitchen and got the kettle on, took the tablets, and added an extra Codeine 30g, cause Arthur Itis was beginning to give me a lot of stick, suddenly. Swine!

WD 50.100.200. I had to go back to the wet room, get the stand-up wash and shave done. The higher than the usual amount of dropsies, along with the EQ’s warning of things to come will be medical-wise disquieting, had me concerned a little. Just about everything, apart from the sock-glide, I managed to drop, many more than once. Yet, I felt alright, hunky-dory, in myself? The ablutions were tended to, and with no shaving cuts Smug-Mode-Engaged!

1Mon14I got well-wrapped up. Although the rain had almost stopped, it looked a tad threatening outside.

I allowed plenty of time for getting to the bus stop on Winchester Street. I took down with me, a bag of recycling stuff and some empty sauce jars for the green bin.

I had to call for another Porcelain Throne visit before leaving. A much easier session this one was, not so messy, and even left a less pungent aroma, as well! Just thought I’d mention it. Haha!

Checked everything was with me that was needed; Bus Pass for getting home with, The £2.20 in cash for the bus fare going. Hearing aids in. Cash card in my wallet. Camera and mobile phone too! Shopping list and I’d got the right glasses on.

2Tue04The precipitation was only light, as I hobbled along Chestnut Walk with the three-wheeled-walker, and to the bus-shelter, with four minutes to spare.

I took this snap, then and the bus arrived dead on time.

WDPrightWD 50.100.200. A sad beginning to the day’s trip. I merrily greeted the driver, for which I got a scowl in return, and dropped my £2.30 in the payment pot thing, asking for a ‘£2.20 please’. The scowl changed into a look of utter contempt, followed by a muttered and forced through his teeth – “It’s £2-30!” Picking through all my pockets in search of the extra 10p!I managed to find it from four pockets of the jacket and trousers. And it was all in one and two-pence pieces! I did feel a right shlimazel!

I got settled and snuggled myself on the corner on a side-saddle seat. For I knew what was coming now, as I had learned from the previous Tuesday morning trips on this 40 bus, the passengers it picks up along Wells and St Anns Well Road. The dozens of Robotic, attached to their mobiles schoolkids, would fill up the bus to capacity, and the ride will get uncomfortable, to say the least.

WDPleft05WD 50.100.200. And so it did! If any passenger had wanted to get off before the city centre they would not have been able to get through the mixture of plebian, well-heeled, foul-mouthed (the few that spoke), texting and phone calling, game playing, multitude, of comatose, stupefied, and in-another-world, reluctant to go to school ankle-snappers and  children. When they got off at the same stop as I did, on Upper Parlament Street, not one of them was talking to anyone else, as they clumsily banged into the trolley and my knees and on my feet, as they stampeded to the door! But at least I got through the journey without any serious injury this time. I’ll miss these life-threatening trips when the After-Stroke Physio Sessions end!

2Tue06WD 50.100.200. I walked along to the pedestrian crossing and over and into Victoria Centre (Mall). I hobbled through to the other end and went in the Tesco store in search of some liquid soap flakes, seaweed mild, pork knuckle, filtered milk, and flakey pastry fingers.

I got the handwash liquid and seaweed. They were out of the filtered milk, the pastry fingers, and, pork knuckle. At  the checkout, I put on a cheery, “Good morning, are you okay?” Oh, dearie me! I got in return a glare that said, ‘You talking me!’, almost threateningly! No spoken answer. Ah, well!

2Tue07Out into the drizzle again. Along Milton Street, and called in the Little Waitrose store, which proved a mistake, financially. Tsk! I only got three items, but tat their famously high prices, and their habit of having something different on sale, I couldn’t resist things. I ended up with a packet of six mini Maryland Cookies to use as nibbles for the After-Stroke clan treat but still needed more, in case a few extra patients turn up. I weakened again and bought some Kenyan podded peas. Paid at the self-service check-outs, but a kind assistant put them through for me. That was nice, seeing someone friendly and helpful, at last. I thanked the lady.

1Mon15WD 50.100.200. So I went to the Pound Stretcher shop a couple of shop units away. I had hoped that they would have some more of the Ventagliette biscuits, but they had sold out! I did get a little tin of cookies for the stroke nang, and some caramelised almonds and potato biscuits for myself. Paid-up and made my way up through Trinity Square on my way to the St Andrew’s with Castle Gate URC Church. I arrived a little early so had a walkabout taking some photographicalisations.

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WD 50.100.200. I got in the hall and put the nibbles in the box near the sink. Others quickly followed me into the hall, but we only had six in attendance. The session started after a little talk that I could not hear anything of. It was going well, very good, in fact, the first round of exercises was really enjoyable for me. Until we got to the bending the knees ones. I was just unable to do them, the pain from RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) was worse than it has ever been before. At times this seemed to bring the dizzies on? I felt a bit of a nuisance really, and think I either fell asleep on one of the sit-down jobs or may have passed-out… Things were confused when I did come back to reality. With a nurse above me, and telling me to sit down and not do the exercises. I did what I could, but wasn’t up to par. I refused to sit down, which annoyed a few. But sitting made Arthur Itis worse, the didn’t seem to grasp this.

We had a talk later, while the drinks and nibbles were shared out. From a Stroke Survivor. The speech was interesting and humorously read out by the chap Steven. His being unarticulate after the stroke, meant he stuttered and found it hard to get words out. Much of what he said, rang a bell. I thanked him afterwards. It was more a social thing than a learning curve. He loved doing the speech though, and good for him!

2Tue14The meeting broke up, again just in time to make me miss the next bus home! Haha! We said our farewells.

I walked along Goldsmith Street, and down Market Street through the slab square, to the Poundland Shop. Coming out with a now overloaded trolley bag and carrier bag. Having purchased a ready-made BLT sarnie, Cheeselets, nuts, and three packets of Orange chocolate Digestive biscuits. Not seen them for along time. (Yummy!)

I took a few photographs in town, before catching the L9 bus home.

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Amazingly, I didn’t fall asleep on the way back to the flats! But, that was due to Arthur Itis’s giving me some stick, more than anything. Boy, the RAI is in a right-mood today!

WD 50.100.200. I got off of the bus, and silently walked back to Woodthorpe Court, through Winwood Court, and only met one tenant en route. And he ignored my jolly. “How are you mate!” and gave me a curled-lip and look up-and-down in return.

2Tue18Worra a funny (Not comical-funny) day today!

I got in, had a wee-wee, and the towel I washed was still wet. So I put it on the handrail in the wet room.

Glad to report that the hot water was still coming out okay, although not as hot as it used to be.

2Tue19I was, as earlier, not in top condition, although the Dizzy Dennis spells had stopped.

All I could do was to make some fodder. The BLT sarnie, beetroots bullets, mushrooms and some potato biscuits for the first time. Very tasty, but a little too sweet, still I ate them all. Gannet!

I think I must have fallen asleep almost straight away! The plate was on the floor when I woke up about 22:00hrs. I got up and started to do this blog.

Inchcock Today – Monday 14th October 2019: Worra phrenetic Day!

2019 sOct 14

2Tue01

Monday 14th October 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 14eg Hydref 2019

1Mon01

02:45hrs: I bestirred and pondered awhile. Today is undoubtedly the day that the hot water boiler will be mended? But of course, whether the electrician comes afterwards to connect things and get it working again, or not, is worrying. The phlebotomy nurse is coming this morning. I think there is something else as well, but it escapes me at the moment. 

Ah, the rumbling innards summoning me to the Porcelain Throne! I was soon out of the Xyrophobia-suffering, flat-robbing, 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 soon found and stole, (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety recliner.

Ah, a change in evacuation mode! Not so sloppy, still messy, and requiring more input and effort to export, this morning. Is Diahorrea Donald on the wane? Haha!

Washed in the sink bowl, where it is easier to get the hot water from the kettle and saucepans from the stove-top. Refilled the pot and got all the pans on a low heat ready for the ablutions later. Then I got the gear needed for a shave from the wet room and removed my stubble. No cuts today!

1Mon02I made a brew and took the morning medications. Got the Anoxaparin needle out, just in case the devastatingly attractive beautiful, cuddly, pretty, sex-oozing, Polish-born phlebotomy Nurse needs it to use later on me. And she could use anything her heart desires on me! I’m putty in her hands! If only I have fifty-five years younger… Hehehe!

1Mon03Onto the computer. I began updating the Sunday blog, first.

I’m afraid the finger-tips sensitivity is not so good again, and the job took far too long for my liking. I suppose I’ll have to think about giving up on trying to create graphics soon. It really is taking so long to do them. Nothing else is getting done! A sad thought, though!

Visited the WordPress Reader section.

Time to get the ablutions done, before the aesthetically appealing, beauteous, drop-dead gorgeous, kind, understanding, witty, and paradisaical Nurse arrives, to take my blood.

WD 0.0.255 Of course, this morning’s Nottingham City Homes promised 08:00hr start by the Nottingham City Homes maintenance chap on the boiler repairing is in some doubt. Especially as it is now 08:25hrs!

Outcome odds assessment, please:

  1. They will not turn-up nor communicate with me. (As they didn’t on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday last week. Odds forecast: Evens
  2. They will arrive too late to get the job done, and make yet another appointment that will not be kept either! Odds forecast: 8-1
  3. They will come and not have the spare part needed – and make yet another appointment that will not be held either! Odds forecast: 3-1
  4. They will arrive to do the boiler, then the electrician will not get here to get it started working. Odds forecast: 5-4
  5. They will arrive late, and work through until 22:00hrs, then leave the job half done -and make yet another appointment that will not be kept. Odds forecast: 7-1
  6. Nottingham City Homes management bouncers will arrive and throw me out for telling the truth. Odds forecast: 5-1
  7. The plumber will not come to do the boiler, but the electrician will turn up at 22:00hrs to turn it on. Odds forecast: 7-1
  8. They will not turn-up, and when Deana phones them, they will inform her that the spare-part needed will need ordering and make an appointment to come and do the job when the ETA arrives for the equipment, on approx. Friday, 21st December. Odds forecast: 10-1
  9. An Alien will reach earth, to buy my story, to sell it at home on Jupiter! Hahaha! Odds forecast: 200-1

Bearing in mind that the job will involve emptying the boiler (Approx: 2 hours). Then moving and fitting the spare part (Approx: 1 hour). Then refilling the pot (Approx: 2 hours). Then inform the Nottingham City Homes maintenance team that an electrician is needed to come and reset and start the electrics again, and leaving the mess made, either going home or his next job. When the electrician arrives, will be anyone’s guess, which day, which week! Hopefully, the boiler job will start in time to allow it to get finished. If so, having done in time enough for the sparkie to do his job for me. But, hopes are minimal!

1Mon04It would be lovely to have hot water on tap again. Maybe, perhaps, it is the realms of possibility, at least hypothetically, conceivably, perchance, mayhap, peradventure, that my boiler will get repaired today, and even electrified and working again?

I had a look down to see if I could identify any Nottingham City Homes maintenance vans out down there on Chestnut Walk. Buy, no! Hey-Ho! Oy Vey! 

1Mon0509:07hrs: I’ll have to call Deana in a bit. Don’t like bothering her really. To find out what the plans are for today, will they be arriving or not.

The rain had stopped, and I went to make a brew of tea, not that I can taste much lately. Habit, I suppose. Lovely distant view.

09:30hrs: The doorbell chimed out. I nearly got in a hopefull fame of mind – had the Nottingham City Homes plumber arrived, nine days after I lost the hot water, to mend the boiler? No, it was the wonderfully stimulating phlebotomy nurse. Lovely! She was in a rush today. Took the blood, had little laugh and gossip and off she had to go.

WDPright05aI rang Deana to ask her to investigate if the Maintenance lads were coming today or not. I was going to explain the farce of Friday. Her mobile went to answerphone, and I gave up. I must try again later, or maybe the plumber will arrive before I do.

The fingers didn’t seem so bad or fickle now, so I went on Facebook to catch-up on the TFZer site.

Tried ringing Deana again, unavailable leave message. So, I’ll try to get to the Wardens holding cells to tell them what is happening. Or rather, not happening, with the hot water.

As I was getting ready to go out, Sister Jane rang. I was reprimanded, (I’d forgot to charge my mobile) And I ought to act like a normal person, and help people to help me! Like staying awake from 08:00 > 22:00hrs for five days, just in case they came to help me, and I didn’t miss them? I thought I was helping them? Even if they didn’t arrive. Ah well! It must be my fault! Hehe!

Pete is going in for his check-up on Thursday. I rang back to see if he’d like me to go with him. Hopefully, the hot water farce will be finished by then. I called, but he felt it best if he went just with Jane. I understood perfectly, wished him all the best. Fingers crossed.

I made note and to leave stuck to the door, in case anyone from maintenance called while I was out trying to see an I.L.C. (Independent Living Coordinator, I think) Or someone about getting some details of what is taking place with the hot water status, 1Mon06regarding any repairs that may or may not be taking place, and when. I live in hope, as an ordinary person would.

I departed, sticking, well, cello-taping the note on the flat door as I left.

Down in the lift, and along the link passage into Winwood court. Noticing a Nottingham City Homes van, with the driving talking to another worker, who was on his i-pad thingy.

I tried to see if I could recognise his face, in the hopes that it might be the plumber, but I didn’t think it was. At least partial though it wasn’t him.

I hobbled down the passage with the three-wheeled walker, and was going well, and got up a decent pace going. Arthur Itis was much easier on the knees today.

1Mon08Not a soul in sight en route; it reminded me a bit of the Mary Celeste. Haha! As I got to the Warden’s Holding Cell and office, this red-lettered notice was on show. Ah, I thought, Deana must be on holiday or poorly!

That’s why I could not get through to Deana on the phone. Or, she might have been moved to another sight-complex as holiday cover for another ILC? I knocked on the door, and there was only the new ILC girl in there. Julie and Deana’s tables looked bare and worryingly unused. I explained the difficulties I was having with no hot water for nine days now. She said she’d call them and ring me back with any details she can find out for me.

I thanked her and returned to the flat again. If by any chance, they say they may be coming on Tuesday, I’ll have to cancel the After-Stroke Physio session for the day. N point in them coming today now, there will not be enough time to get the job done before they’re going home, finish time! Not that I will ever find out, cause the ILC didn’t ring me back!

1Mon07On the way back along the corridor, the Nottingham City Homes maintenance chappies were still talking on Chestnut Walk.

Where they plumbers? I don’t thin plumbers would be driving such types of van. But then again, what would I know about anything? Not a lot, is the answer! Huh!

1Mon09I made my way to Woodthorpe Court and up in the elevator back home to the flat. I thought I might try to find an email for the repairs team, so I could ask directly about what was going on with hot water repair. I did find this photo on their website, which made me think a bit.

Well, gone 13:00hrs now. So no point in them coming anyway. I’ll just have to carry on boiling water in the kettle and saucepans, I suppose. No Deana or Julie to ask for help. The new gal has not got back to me. I should be feeling all sorry for myself and pissed off, really. But I don’t.

I think I’ll make an up to date, including today, diary of events and put it on here. Then I can refer to it if needed.

Hot Water Heater Repair and lies Record

Saturday 5th October 2019:

Hot water not hot. I thought it might have tripped-out, but the water was slightly tepid. I decided to wait until Monday and ask Deana if she would inform Nottingham City Homes repairs for me.

Sunday 6th October 2019:

I tried using the shower for hot water, but, found it not hot enough for shaving with.

Monday 7th October 2019:

Asked Deana to call repairs for me. They told her they would be out this afternoon.

I stayed up until 22:00 hours, but no show. (3 hours sleep)

Tuesday 8th October 2019:

Asked Dean to call repairs for me. She called back, saying they would be out later.

I stayed up again until 22:00hrs, but no show. (4 hours sleep)

Wednesday 9th October 2019:

Asked Deana to call repairs for me. They told her they would be out sometime today.

I stayed up until 22:00 hours, but no show. (3 hours sleep)

Thursday 10th October 2019:

Asked Dean to call repairs for me. She called back, saying they would be out later.

Also, to pass on, that I can use the shower, so no emergency! No repairmen came out. Stayed awake until 22:00hrs. Three-hours sleep.

Friday 11th October 2019:

Asked Deana to call repairs for me. They told her they would be out sometime today.

After-Stroke Physio rang maintenance, and an electrician came out. Said a plumber was on his way after the boiler had been done, he will come out and reconnect it to full power, but it on boost and I’d have hot water almost straight away!

Then a plumber came around 1715hrs, saw the job, and said he wouldn’t have the time to do it, as his shift finishes in half-an-hour. But they assured us that they would be out Monday morning first thing, at 08:00hrs. (two hours sleep)

I scolded my leg and fingers while struggling to transport the boiling water from stove to basin for shaving purposes.

 Saturday 12th October 2019:

Using the shower to fill the sink, got the peripheral neuralgia shakes, and had a fall.

Sunday 13th October 2019:

Dropped a saucepan with the shakes, then burnt finger on the kettle while transporting hot water to the bowl for washing up.

Monday 14th October 2019:

No arrival, so at 09:30ish hours, I put a note on the door and went to get help from ICL. Only one on duty, not three as usual. New gal. She said she’d ring repairs and get back to me with results. She didn’t get back to me. Did handwashing of clothes, and I stayed in for the rest of the day, in case someone came out to look at the problem for me?

15:40hrs: Just started eating the meal, and two NCH’s plumbers arrived. And set-to getting the boiler emptied. Cat-Walk Model & NCH Patch Manager Angela Gould called, to see what was going on, she needed an update. She had contacted someone at Repairs, thus the sudden activity.

Bless her cotton Socks for caring!: Wet room, where the water from the tank was being drained, overflowing. The plumber said he’d put the hose through the bedroom window to get it out quicker.

Dinner threw way again. I fell asleep. Landline call from the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital, about the low INR level, concerned. New dosages, and another blood test on Thursday to be arranged.

Pole Dancer & NCH Patch Manager Angela Gould rang back for an update. The lads were refilling the tank. I fell asleep again and was woken by the plumber, but I was not entirely Compos Mentis. The chaps had finished the job, and I would have hot water within an hour or so. I thanked them.

But, I was too tired to do any cleaning up.

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1Mon09aWD 0.0.255 Shame about the nosh, it was a decentish looking one too!

18:15hrs: The repairmen, job done retired. I thanked them but was too tired to do any cleaning up.

Dinner threw way again. I fell asleep.

Landline call from the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital, about the low INR level, concerned. New dosages, and another blood test for Thursday to be arranged.

I must try to find the time to get to the Sherwood Health Centre and make an appointment for the feet to be done! Tsk!

1Mon15WD 0.0.255 I tried to get the shelve in the airing cupboard levelled off. Resulting in a couple of blood blisters, and a banged wrist, which left me with a yellow and a red coloured hand? Hehe!

I flopped down in the recliner. Shattered! I thought about the hot water heater getting done at last… but the satisfaction was limited, but the time, tremendous hassle, effort, and feeling ignored, in getting it done.

It may well be that some mistakes aplenty have been made in producing this blog. With feeling so tired out, and the After-Stroke Physio session on Tuesday going all wrong, painful and clamorous, I didn’t get this blog caught up with and finished until nearly midnight on Tuesday, and things may have come out a little mixed up; like I was! (But I hope not).

TTFNski.

Inchcockski – Monday 7th October 2019: An anxious day of mental turmoil. Humph!

2019 sOct 07

2019 sOct 07

Monday 7th October 2019

Afrikaans: Maandag 7 Oktober 2019

1Mon01

00:30hrs: I woke, again in need of a wee-wee. Disentangled my blubbery body from the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working recliner
£300, c1968, second-hand, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty recliner. Made use of the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) for a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak, Why-Did-I-Bother) mode wee-wee.

WD 70.0.0. WD 70.0.0. Acc I took the bucket into the kitchen to clean and sanitise it, only to find that there was no hot water coming from the tap (faucet). The water heater had gone down again! Grumph! So did it using boiled water from the kettle. Not comfortable with the Peripheral Neuralgia making the finger-tips loose sense of touch, and of course, I burnt myself without knowing it once more, until I saw it, then the brain got the message from the nerves, and the pain began! I must get someone to ring for me and inform Nottingham City Homes.

No hot water, no handwashing. Shame, handwashing every morning is part of the accepted physiotherapy and was doing me alright, I think, healthwise. How I’m going to shower and shave, I don’t know. Defcon Three Adopted! Fretting a bit!

I got the updating of the Sunday post finished and posted off. Then I made a start on some graphics needed on CorelDraw, in between the odd RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) wee-wee.

WDPright02WD 70.0.0. As I stripped for the ablutions, I noticed that I had grown some more wounds, (which seems to alter per diem!) on the chest/belly this time) near the heart op scar. To join with the new spider veins, itches, cuts, lumps, blood papsules, blotches, scars, bruises, stubbed toes, spots, abrasions, boils, abscesses, Clopidogrel-outbreaks, eruptions and Rheumatoid Arthur Itis’s misshaped knees.

1Mon19

GC capThe water in the shower was not warm enough to use in the sink, but the hot water from the handbasin sink, was a little more lukewarm, so I had a stand-up wash. Only two dropsies, the toothbrush and a razor. I had to fetch hot water to shave with from the kettle, but luckily I didn’t have any Dizzy Dennis moments, shakes or involuntary Hitler salutes or unwanted Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing.

I took some black bags to the chute on the way out. I met Olive in the lift, she was on her way to use the new laundry room in Winwood Court. We nattered as we walked along, and I offered my farewells as she went into the washroom. Lovely to see her.

I met Pole-dancer and Warden Obergruppenfùhreress Deana in the Winwood lobby area. I mentioned the lack of hot water. She said she would phone them later, and let me know. I mentioned Josie’s heater not coming warm. She said they will sometimes take 2-3 days to heat up. Also in the lobby, was Roy. In the big room was Malcolm and Welsh William. As we chatted, Angela came through on her way to the bus stop. We all joined her on the hobble (well, Malcolm and Roy are not old enough by far to hobble, so they sped ahead!) to the bus stop. Anklesnappers they are. Hehehe!

1Mon02I had a change of mind and returned to the flat, so I could tell Josie about the heaters and catch the next bus instead. On the way back to the apartment, the rain was a little more substantial and then stopped altogether.

I pushed the green auto-release button on the fire-door exit out to the seated area and had to shove the door open, to take this picture.

It was a good job I did go back because when I rang Josie’s door chimes, I just caught her getting ready to go out. I explained what I was told by Night Club Dancer and Scharfhreress Warden Deana, about the heaters that can take three days to warm up! It seemed to take a little weight off of her shoulders, and she looked a bit more cheered up. I felt good at being able to assist someone else.

I update this a blog a bit. Sister Jane rang me.

Pete had sent me some photographs from his visit to Goose Fair. For me to put on this blog, along with threats of my being knocked about, my being decapitated, and having Little Inchy chopped off; if I failed to publish them. These threats didn’t scare me! I just happened to think they were decent enough to show… Ahem!

Hang on; “Goose Fair? Spending my money that he nicked and didn’t return, no doubt! – Humph! Grumph and Clapperstoitall!” Hehe!

He gave me an idea what to I might do with one of the photos when I get the time. A good one too! I’ll get it done!

1Mon20

I put away the computer, as I had left it a little late gossiping with Jane, and didn’t want to miss this bus. I got all ready and shot off… well, limped at a decent wobble, to catch the bus.

A damned good chinwag was had with the others at the bus stop. Paul (I think it was) fell asleep on the bus en route. It did me no end of good, seeing someone else nodding off on the bus, instead of me doing it! Hahaha!

1Mon05The original plan was to call at Tesco to get some more seaweed nibbles. Across the road and halfway to the store, and realised I had come on the late bus! So I turned around and out onto Upper Parliament Street. I watched as the Nottinghamian’s crossed over the pelican lights with the Red-man sign lit! On the green man, I nipped over and down Clumber Street.

1Mon06 The citizenry did not look to be in a good mood this morning. Some hangdog expressions, scowling, dirty-looks and threatening-stares in my direction.

Most people don’t like to be photographed in Nottingham. I suppose, considering the number of illegal immigrants, drug dealers, knife-carrying gang members, shoplifters, muggers, beggars, burglars, car thieves, child-support defaulters etc. we have locally, and the 12% increase in violent crime, it’s perfectly understandable. Hehe!

1Mon07I got to the end of the road and onto High Street, and walked through the Exchange Arcade. It is a sad walk nowadays. So many closed retailers, so few customers about. On the right, is the new Exchange Barbers. One of the highest-rated according to the Nottingham Post. Even they only had one customer in the shop. And they are reasonably quoted prices: Gents cuts from £14, Students from £12, Boys under 16 from £10. OAP’s from £7, Beard trimming £5. Additional Services: Skin fade £2 (?), Skin fade with foils £3.50 (?), Beards £3.50 and Cut-throat razor £2  (Is that for a shave?). They cater to the younger bloke, I think.

A unit on the other side of the arcade is a unit currently being offered for rent at… £6250 per calendar month! God, how many haircuts and shaves will be needed just to cover the 1Mon09rent? Not to mention rates, taxes, staff wages, insurance etc. Even if they picked the pockets of each customer! Hehe! I wished them all the best!

I left the arcade, and walked down to South Parade, and took this shot on the left, down Exchange Walk. Still no smiles to been seen.

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1Mon13Towards Queen Street corner, another dangerous, bonkers, antisocial, speeding and weaving through people, Pavement Cyclist tearing about!

He was, I think, a Deliveroo food bloke.

1Mon15One more ignorant Nottinghammian Pavement Cyclist passed me by as I neared the Council House again, on my way around. I could have taken so may more cyclist shots, but there were too many to keep up with!

1Mon14aI spotted a rare, few and far between, seldom located in real life, infrequently sighted, unfamiliar, thin on the ground, unexpected, eye-opening and momentously-surprising site! A Police Officer on foot, in Nottingham! It didn’t bother him that the do-do of a Pavement Cyclist nearly ran into him. For he was walking with 1Mon12gusto, to someone who had collapsed on Long Row.

An ambulance arrived, and moments later, I think a defibrillator or ventilator was being used on the gentleman. He had already been wrapped in a foil blanket, and within minutes they were loading the sick patient into the 1Mon16ambulance. I hope he or she will be okay. This put me on a downer, and I made my way up Queen Street, to the bus stop. It was getting nippy out there, and the bus was a little late arriving.

But the driver, possibly a relative of Stirling 1Mon16aMoss, soon caught up with the time-table.

For a while, I was the only passenger on the bus. Later on, Cyndy and Margaret got on the bus. And I made the faux pas of the highest order, with asking Margaret how Pete was. He passed away, two-weeks ago. I was dumbfounded that I had not been informed. I was feeling so bad now, and I am not sure if I even said I was sorry to hear it. Shaken up! I must have said something because Margaret said a note had been posted on the board. I was somewhat withdrawn after that. I do not do funerals as a rule but would have gone to Petes. He was such a grand chap. CIDP I think got him in the end. I hope the new warden feels guilty, after not checking up on his health correctly a few weeks ago.

I was morose, as I made my way to the warden’s office to see what was what with the no-hot-water situation. Deana had not rung earlier, too busy, but rang straight away. After an inordinately long time getting through, she spoke with someone. Result: They may get here tonight, so I have to stay awake until late to listen for the door chime if it goes off. However, if not, they may come tomorrow afternoon or night. This is going to be a strain on me. I’ve been up since 12:30hrs, as I write this it is 17:20hrs, it is already two hours beyond my usual had-down time. And, I have to stay up until 22:00hrs in case the plumber arrives tonight. In the morning, I’ve to get ready and catch the 0725hrs bus to the After Stroke Physio torture… I mean, exercise class. Until around 13:00hrs, and stay awake and fit enough to do the drilling. This is not going to turn out well! My EQ tells me!

1Mon18I thanked Deana and got myself back to Woodthorpe Court. A mess in the lift foyer area.

The water from the hot tap was not completely cold. Washing and shaving in the morning might be messy, having to use the saucepan and kettles to get washing and shaving water. If the shower water is hot, I can perhaps use that to get reasonably warm water?

I was all twisted thinking-wise and confused now. Pete and the water farce, oh, dear.

I tried to concentrate on updating this post.

I spent five hours doing it and was fighting what I thought was a losing battle, n trying to stay awake. The door had been left open, in case I do not off and if anyone comes. I couldn’t get a wash, dare not make a meal. Was terrified of falling asleep! Dare not put the TV on, without it had subtitles, and I could watch it without the headphones on and still stand a chance of hearing the door chime.. if it goes off! Will it? Won’t it?

1Mon21The rain was stopping outside again.

As if I wasn’t already struggling to get enough sleep. I even began to feel sorry for myself. Hehehe! I don’t get many lucky breaks, do I? I’m not blessed with good fortune! It’s not easy being a lifelong accident-prone, cursed, hapless, luckless and anathematised idiot!

I can make a baguette, a German Ham baguette with tomatoes, a Dagwood style with a soft drink – but will I nod-off eating it?

I really have no self-assurance, self-confidence, nerve, or self-assurance arising from an appreciation of my own abilities or qualities. Then again, that’s not surprising, as I have no skills or qualities. Or have I? No, I give up! I’ll get the sourdough in the oven, make a nosh, sit down and find some rubbish on the TV to watch that has subtitles on it, and just do my best not to fall asleep! The complete opposite to what I’ve been doing every night for weeks that is trying to get to sleep and failing… Shurrup Inchcock! Yer going bonkers here! You do know this? (Yes!) Okay!

1Mon31Made the nosh, and ate it, fighting off the desire and need for a kip!

It was tasty, all the same. Flavour: 7.2/10.

I purposely used an old oven tray, to avoid any washing up. (Cunning that!)

I couldn’t do any handwashing, so the clothes pile up!

The breathing was getting a little difficult now. I  succumbed to the land of nod, somewhere around 21:00hrs. After my being up and about for 21 hours!

A frustrating day of mental mayhem and wretchedness-ridden day.

I don’t handle pressure, worries, failure, criticism, and being spoken down to very well nowadays.

May all my troubles, and strifes, go forth and multiply!

 

Inchcock Today – Sun 6 Oct 2019: Ended up, a nerve testing, Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing, Dizzy Dennis, worrying day. Oy Vey!

2019 sOct 06

2019 sOct 06

Sunday 6th October 2019

Swahili: Jumapili 6 Oktoba 2019

7Sun01

00:30hrs: Woke, wrestled my humungous body from 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… no, five months now, 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. I utilised the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for a BOBS (Blasting-Out-But-Short) wee-wee.

As I made my way to the kitchen, the ailments seemed to be being kind to me. Even the Arthur Itis knees were not as bad as they have been of late. The shakes, Hitler Saluting and the right-leg-involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing, were all calm! The finger-ends lack of sensation was a bother, though. Making the brew, I came close to dropping the mug, then the milk, then the spoon… well, you get the idea. Hehe! Oh, and the hissing, droning sounds were joined by a few knocks and taps this morning.

I thought about Josie and hoped she’d got her new heaters working. Then, another BOBS (Blasting-Out-But-Short) wee-wee was passed. Took the medications, and to the computer. I was so far behind with things, I had to do some graphics to start this post going.

A cracking head-ache came from nowhere as I typed and retyped the mistakes, many caused by the insensitive to touch finger-ends, other by my natural uneducated ignorance. The stomach rumbled and grumbled, brewing up for the Porcelain Throne activities, I expect.

7Sun03I went on the WordPress Reader, then off to the Throne, as a matter of urgency… And a decent, clean, not too messy evacuation flowed! One of the most comfortable for a long time! Most copacetic!

I had a wash and changed the PP’s. The pins (legs) knees were a lot less warped, maybe this shows why Colin Cramps was not as bad as he had 7Sun04been, overnight? I did note the almost light blue whatever it is above the right knee. No pain from it, even when I pressed it. I’d like to learn how and or why, and what these short-lived blotches are a sign of. I think that Consultant Stroke Physician Dr Senthhil K Raghunathan may have found the cause in his latest examination report. He mentioned Clopidogrel, causing a rash all over the legs! I must look that up later. All I need to do is remember to do it! Tsk!

I did an Ocado order, after seeing they had the Glengettie Gold teabags back in stock; unless they are conning me! If they send substitutes on Wednesday, I’ll send them back!

WDPright03WD 100.20.0 Then I moved on to updating the Saturday post. A bit of a fracas, alarums and excursions as the right leg offered up one of its performances of a more energetic mode of the involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances. It caught me out a little, and I had a job not to fall off of the chair! But, it only lasted about 20 seconds, then it died down, and the shoulder gave a Hitler salute (I wrapped my knuckles on the computer screen), and it all went quiet.

The humming, droning noise is loud again! Hello, off to the Throne again… Well, that was another twenty-second evacuation, but not messy at all!

Got the updating done, and sent off to WordPress. Put a few piccies on Pinterest. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then caught up with the TFZers Facebooking.

I got Josie’s potato and some mushrooms in the saucepan. Then made a brew and ate a mini BBQ pork pie with some Twiglets and an apple for a late breakfast.

Got Josie’s ingredients ready, and got the ablutions tended to. Fingers crossed with the sock-glide-battle! Here goes… No Accifauxpas apart from some dropsies, as is usual.

7Sun05To the kitchen and prepped Josie’s meal. Mashed the spud with cheese, butter, vinegar, salt and a drop of soy sauce. Sugar-snap peas, beetroot, mushrooms, tomatoes, an apple and gherkins. Limoncello dessert on the tray. Mixed the tuna with some mayonnaise, and added the potatoes.  Served it up, and delivered it on the server to Josie’s apartment for consumption. I got back to the flat and washed the pots used.

7Sun07I sat down to watch something on TV and nodded off! Woke with a jolt, hastily got the scarily ever-growing again body from the recliner, and made use of the bucket, for a wee-wee, of the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) style.

The thirst was still with me, and I took this photograph as I got the kettle on the boil.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 One heck of a visit from Dizzy Dennis as I was getting the cuppa made. Short in duration, but it left me unsteady for a while, as I clung to the countertop, sure I was going to go over and make contact with the floor. By the time I felt steady enough to carry on, the tea had gone cold, and I’d lost interest in drinking it anyway. Tsk!

7Sun06I decided to have rice again for today’s nosh and checked the cupboard for available flavourings. In went: mushrooms, soy sauce, BBQ sauce, basil, BBQ oil, tomatoes and oregano in the saucepan, and warmed it up to boiling. Then added the rice, and franks, continuing to stir the mixture non-stop as it cooked. I felt sure as the wonderful aroma of all the spices and herbs drifted up my nostrils, that I must have overdone the seasoning. Oy Vey!

7Sun08My allotriophagy with the seasonings, proved for once to be spot on, and to my odd tastebud’s delight, and got a Flavour-rating of 9.4/10 from me!

I ate this spread with deglutition and degust, savouring every mouthful! The excellent, possibly unsurpassable taste of this ambrosial concoction, prompted me to write down the ingredients added, for another taste-feast in the future! Smug-Mode-Engaged!

WDPStraightWD 100.20.0 When it came to doing the washing up, I found that the hot water was cold! The longest time I’ve gone in this flat without the hot water heater tripping, leaking, flooding or breaking down was the six weeks I’d had in hospital after the stroke! I must not forget to inform a warden if I can find one. Else, ask Jenny to help me yet again, to ring them for me to advise them and ask for help. But, I do not like having to keep bothering the kind-hearted gal.

If I can get a message out, it might mean my having to stay in for the plumber to arrive tomorrow, but, Hey-ho!

7Sun10I nodded off within minutes of resettling in the £300 second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner. I woke an hour or so later in need of a wee-wee again. A change in style this one, it was an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) type.

I took this fantastic picture of the sky, as I went to check if the hot water had come back on. Of course, it was a hopeless wild-goose chase, lost cause, and waste of time.

I got back down in the rusty, scarily-beige-coloured, grotty recliner. I thought I’d look at what was on the TV.

I know no more… until I woke up with a jump, in need of a wee-wee again, three-hours later!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 5th October 2019: Imprisoned indoors… but still, you don’t like to complain, does yer. Hehe!

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2019 sOct 05

Saturday 5th October 2019

Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 5 Dàmhair 2019r

6Sat03

02:30hrs: I awoke, feeling thanks and appreciation that Colin Cramps had been a lot kinder and gentle with me last night. I still don’t know if the magnesium tablets helped, but I’ll continue to take them, just in case, and try not to miss one again. Boy, it was terrific getting six hours kip in, and no wake ups for wee-wees. Also, there were no signs of nocturnal nibbling having taken place! Smug-Mode-Adopted! 

I extracted the lumbering flabby body from the Xyrophobia-suffering 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. Had another USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee.

WDPright05WD 0.50.0a 2 I took the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) to the wet room for emptying and cleaning. Half-way through, the sudden urgent need to use the Porcelain Throne got me in a bit of a poorly-timed and messy pickle. I grabbed the stick to turn and deposit my more than adequately proportioned body on the Throne… Dropped the walkingstick, then the bucket onto the floor… Then I stubbed my toe on the sock-glide, and somehow I got to the WC seat on time! It was all over in seconds, and needed a good cleaning up after! The Porcelain and I were cleaned-up. Next, the walking stick, sock-glide, and GPEB had to be retrieved. And, just as I bent down to pick up the cane, the peripheral neuralgia ridden right leg, launched into one of its imitations of a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine! I dropped the walking stick, which the curved handle bit landed straight dead on the stubbed toe, and I wanted to cry! Hahaha!

I cleaned up the floor, gently threw the sock-glide into the corner, as I cursed silently to myself, and took the bucket with me to the kitchen, for disinfecting! The semi-ersatz waking feeling of thanks and appreciation, faded fast! I got the handwashing moved onto the airer and hung. (WW!)

Took the medications, including the extra magnesium, Codeine 30g, and Loperamide anti-diarrhorea capsule. Made a brew (yes, the unaccountable thirst was still with me!) and got on the computer to update yesterday’s diary. There was not a lot to add, having sorted the photos last night, but fates-fickle-finger forced the fidgetting finger-ends to play up, and I lost a lot of time correcting and using silent curses!

WD 0.50.0 2 Within about half-an-hour of being sat down, the annoying howling buzzing noise all over became louder. Then, as I stood up for a break fro making the cock-ups, and to go and make another cuppa, the RAI Rheumatoid Arthur Itis knees enjoyed giving me a lot of agonies, pain, and annoyance! They kept in this mode all day! Grumph, Oy Yey, and Grobbleackersticks! I had to use the bucket yet again, this time for an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee.

I made the brew, and sod-me, I had to return hastily to the Porcelain Throne! This evacuation was over even quicker than the first one was! However, it was not messy, at least. I took a couple of snaps of the morning view. But the hands and fingers were still a little shaky.

6Sat05

Back to the computerisationing. The finger-ends were no better, though. But, I pressed on and got the diary finished, at last, at long last. Phew!

I got the post sent off and went on the WordPress Reader, not a lot on there yet, weekend and all that, I suppose. Sent photos to Pinterest. Then I went on the TFZer YouTube site to catch-up.

Then the big job next. Getting the graphics made up for the page tops, etc., not an easy task, but what the heck!

Three hours, six-wee-wees late, I’d got a couple done.

WD 0.50.0 2 Josie rang the door chimes, she could not get her heaters to come on. I checked what her meter sowed, and mine did the same. The selector on the panel on each heater, was not allowing me to make any changes? I could not find my stand-alone heater to let her borrow. Where that’s gone, I don’t know! Unless Pete took it when he stole my valuables. Hehe! I could not help her, and felt a right fool!

6Sat26The weariness dawned suddenly. So, I got the nosh sorted out. An easy to prepare one tonight. BBQ seasoned rice and ready-to-eat-frankfurters added to the pan, a few tomatoes, with two little wholemeal cobs and a fresh orange drink. I did burn the rice a tad, but this was good, I like it this way. Tastier, palatable, and more scrumptious! Taste: 9/10!

6Sat05aI was so tired, I did not wash the pots, but I did put them in the bowl to soak overnight.

The sky tonight had not got its red or blue glow at all. Shame, I was enjoying looking at this view/scene each evening.

6Sat24I went on Google to check out the weather forecast for Sunday. Ah, rain! A pity that, cause I was hoping to get out a bit and take some photos in Woodthorpe Grange Park. But with the threat of precipitationalisationing, I’d better not go out.

Mind you, tomorrow I might go through the link-passage to Winwood Court, and up in the lift to the roof level? I’ll see how I feel later, but how I am at the moment, who knows.

I did watch odd-minutes of TV, bits of a film, and many bits and pieces of Hells Kitchen, before getting off to sleep, thankfully!

TTFNski!

Inchcock Today – Friday 4th October 2019: Some frabjous moments today!

2019 sOct 05a

2019 sOct 04

Friday 4th October 2019

Filipino: Biyernes Ika-4 ng Oktubre 2019

5Fri01

WD 0.0.255 2 01:10hrs: I needed a wee-wee on waking up, after a night of not-a-lot of kipping. Mainly down to the Colin Cramps agony, and the repeated needs of the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) throughout the flaming night! The Cramps were the worsed I have ever experienced. Fingers, feet, knees and legs, hands, etc. were all affected, and nastily! I missed taking the Magnesium tablet last night, that might have been the reason for Colin Cramps visitations? As for the wee-weeing, that continued for hours, repeatedly. Everyone was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. I’ve probably got an infection again. Back to the diary proper after that little moan. Sorry.

5Fri004WD 0.0.255 2 As I attempted to move the limbs, the Cramps returned with a viciousness. I’m sure that it bent the leg at one stage! I applied some more of the ineffective Fenbid-Forty pain gel. I think I must have used ¾ of the last tube overnight.

I got myself out of the Xyrophobia-suffering, zillionaire Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, £300, c1968, second-hand, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty recliner. I grabbed the stick and went off to the kitchen to take the medications with extra pain-killers and take the belated Magnesium tablet. I had to, yet again, visiting the GPEB en route for the umpteenth BOBSL wee-wee!

WD 0.0.255 2 I got the kettle on and moved the handwashing from last night to the airer. Made the tea and took the medications, and had to answer the summoning from the innards for the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was plentiful, but once more, of a typical Diarrhorea Donald style, messy!

(I shall not mention the wee-wees again for a bit, but they seemed to be coming around every fifteen minutes, and all of the same GPEB mode.) Which is worrying, as they come on rather urgently! I had hoped to get out today for a stiff hobble. If things don’t change, this will be too risky. I’ll just put a (WW) in the text.

I made a start on updating yesterdays blog. Despite all the water leakages, I still had a hell of a thirst on me, and kept making brews all the time?

WDPright04WD 0.0.255 2 On one such trip to the kitchen, I had a Whoopsie and serendipitous luck at the same time. I’ll explain: I was taking the freshly washed and dried mug from the sink to the counter near the kettle – the leg burst into one of its imitations of a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and I dropped the cup, which then (bear in mind it is a delicate China mug), hit the server tray shelf, and I ditched the walking stick in a forlorn effort to catch the receptacle, but was far too slow – and it bounced off of the tray, and landed straight in the waste bin, without touching the sides, which was full of screwed up kitchen towels from my drying off the draining board earlier. UNDAMAGED!

WDPright04So, on the bright side, it was empty when I lost it, and somehow it didn’t get broken or even chipped as it bounced off the plastic tray and landed, almost gently, in the bin! Fair enough, I did stub the same poor-old toe again against the metal leg of the server, but with the nerve-ends playing up at that instant, I hardly felt a thing!  (WW)

WDPright04That cheered me up a bit, and with all the people I met yesterday still in mind, Jenny, Joyce, the nurse, the window cleaner and partner, I perked up. I thought well if I can’t go out because of the risk of any leaks, it doesn’t matter, I’ll get caught up on the graphicalisationing.

wdp02LeftWD 0.0.255 2 Then as I returned to the diary work, the innards suddenly brast into a rumbling, grumbling with sharp stabbing pains! I should have known something like this would happen, it usually does. My good-luck standard is cataclysmal, ill-omened, or anathematised, but I’ve got used to it now. Haha! I anticipate another visit to the Porcelain Throne will be needed shortly. (WW)

I went on the WordPress Reader for a perusal. Some great stuff on it!

Back to the updating of the Thursday blog. Got it all finished off, then went on TFZer Facebooking. 

Made a start of this post. Got myself in a mess, when the finger-ends began to lose their sense of touch. (Exasperated sigh released!)

(WW) I made yet another mug of tea and had some biscuits with it.

WD 0.0.255 2 Ablutions needed, if I am to go out? The shaving produced just one tiny cut. The dropsies were rampant today: The soap (2). The flannel (2). The razor (3). The socks (4) The mouth-wash bottle. The toothpaste, the toothbrush, the drain-unblocker, the shower-head, the sock-glide and the kitchen towel roll! I had to get a move on, that may have been the reason for the multitudinous dropping of things? Too late to sort and take the black bags, as I did not want to miss the bus up to Mapperley Top.

5Fri23Got things ready, and out and down the lift and walked through the link passages to Winthorpe Court.

In the expansive social room, I managed a natter with a couple of residents for a minute. Then moved outside to the bus stop. What a gang of Winwood 5Fri006Heights tenants were there too! I enjoyed listening to their insults, put-downs, moans, laughs and general gossiping. Hehe!

The Nottingham bound bus came in behind the Bestwood L9. Most of the gang got on the first bus, I mounted the Nottingham bus, with a few of our clan. Malcolm and I got off about three 5Fri007bus stops or so later, at the Sherwood Rise – Woodborough Road junction.

I made my way to the Aldi store. It was busy, but nobody ran into me with there trolleys, or shoved and barged me out of the way, or trod on my foot like they did last week! Tsk!

Accifauxpas GCWD 0.0.255 2 I dropped some things as I went round, as the fingertips went all nerve-unresponsive on me – luckily no glass jars or bottles, though. I got to the checkout and bought: Homestyle frozen chips. Citrus scented room spray. Some mini-BBQ flavoured pork pies. Vine tomatoes. Brunswick German smoked ham (two packs). “2×2 Sourdough baguettes, and two tins of garden peas. It was enough to force me to faffle-about at the checkout, getting the stuff in the bags. The young lady on the checkout was patient enough with me, the bloke in the queue behind me was not so understanding. Humph!

I paid, and moved away, to sort out the bags, heavy stuff in the wheeler, others in the carrier bag. When I got outside, the rain had stopped altogether.

I took a careful, steady hobble along Woodborough Road. Walking in a dream world and feeling so placid and calm, it concerned me. No worries, fretting or fears. I even stopped at the Haunted Museum, to take photos of its frontage. They had fitted some real-flame-looking old lanterns outside. The opening hours prevent me from visiting, cause I’d like to have done, but the 11:00hrs start is a little late for me. I’d probably fall asleep while going around the museum! Haha!

5Fri08

4Thu12I later found this 1929 photo of the Grand Opening event for the original building, The Majestic Cinema!

I turned down the Mapperley Rise hill. Always a risk with this trolley, especially on the uneven pavements. Not only is it so steep, but today, there were many obstacles to overcome to get down to the flats. Oy Vey!

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You can see how serrated, uneven, and prerupt the hill’s pavement is. I had a couple of occasions when I thought I might lose control of the three-wheeler. But with skill, efficiency, and pot-luck, I kept it perpendicularish. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

5Fri15As I got onto level ground, I began to sing to myself, the mind went into Inductive-Reasoning mode for a while, as I pondered, but not for long, on the Brexit situation. Then, the mind reverted to its usual sort of blankness and state of voidness.

As I neared the people-less Winwood Heights flats, I decided to go up on Winwood Court’s roof to take some pictures.

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5Fri23I enjoyed the little photographic meander, out on the roof.

Back down in the lift, and hobbled on with the trolley and shopping along the persons-free link-passageway to Woodthorpe Court.

The fire-installation lads were using the elevators to transport equipment up and down. 5Fri24Buy no bother to me, I was in no rush.

I go back into the flat, and still didn’t need a wee-wee?

Well, that’s a change!

I got the nosh bought put away.

5Fri25Then got the black bags sorted out, and along with the box of recyclables, I departed the flat. Took three bags and deposited them down the waste chute, then down in the lift with the box. Frank got in the elevator on the way down, and we had a little nattering session. Steve, the caretaker, was in the lobby on the ground floor and took the box from me to save me going outside with it. Jolly-Good chap!

WDPright03WD 0.0.255 2 I returned up to the flat, and the wee-weeing started again! After the first one, they flowed regularly! Although not so frequent as they did earlier in the morning, I’m glad to say. This and all the following leakage maneuvres were of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode again.

I started to update this post. Inbetween wee-wees and making several mugs of tea. Why am so thirsty?

Got the nosh cooking and did the handwashing while the chips were in the oven.

5Fri25Then prepared the Dagwood sandwich based, nosh. Which got a flavour-rating of 6.5/10. I could not eat it all, a lot went into the bin, but I enjoyed what I did eat. I wasn’t too struck on the mini BBQ flavoured pork pies, but they are okayish.

Washed the pots. Took the evening medications, and got down in the £300, second-hand, tatty, rickety, revoltingly-beige-coloured, recliner. Sleep, as usual lately, was resistant to come, but on the other hand, I stayed awake longer and watched some TV without the nodding-offs for a change.

Up for another (Wee-Wee), and back down… Ah, sleep!

Inchcock Today – Thur 3 Oct 2019: Neighbour Jenny & Josie, Phlebotomy nurse, Window Cleaner and sadly, Colin Cramps, all seen today! Great!

2019 sOct 03

2019 sOct 04

Thursday 3rd October 2019

Slovak: Štvrtok 3 Októbra 2019

4Thu01

01:30hrs: I almost literally sprang awake. I was out of 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, and having a CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) in the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket).

3Wed07Like an automaton, I limped into the kitchen and moved the handwashing on the airer.

WD 125.0.0 I took the medications, and made a brew, dropping the milk carton as I used it. No hassle? I simply got it cleaned up, even Arthur Itis wasn’t too bothered about the bending of the knees? Worrying, that was!

WD 125.0.0 I took the reworked mug of tea with me to the computer, and noticed that the Shake Fire Alarm was Activating! Thus, I had a check around, and there were no sounds or signs of a fire alarm anywhere else? Mmm? I had turned up the heater in the kitchen to help dry the handwashing quicker, from 22°c to 24°c last night? Haha!

The belated mind-blast of worries, fears, self-disgust, and nervous thoughts began as I sat down at the computer. Nurse Etienne is arriving today to do my blood sampling. Must try again to see Josie with her strawberries and cream cake treats. Phone Sister Jane and Pete. Get the… thankfully, the stream of problems, tasks, etc. was interrupted here – by another need of the GPEB. It was of a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode this time.

I got on CorelDraw and made the ‘Day’ graphic above. Virus Appreciation Day? Never heard of that one before. There were plenty of dedicated days to pick from that were on for today, including Techies Day, Boyfriend Day, and Bring Your Bible to School Day. Then added the Brexit Fun header, and Thought.

I then got on with the mammoth job of updating yesterday’s blog. Somewhat rebarbatively interspersed with five trips to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for wee-wees, all of the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) variety! Oofta! It was a big job, due to the peripheral neuralgia affected fingertips failing to inform the brain when they contacted anything hard. Oops, I meant to write peripheral neuropathy affected fingers. Out of interest, I just looked up peripheral neuralgia on Google. I could only find neuralgia without the Peripheral bit.

  • In general, neuralgia causes intense and distinct symptoms, including:
  • Sudden episodes of extreme shooting or stabbing pain that follows the path of a damaged or irritated nerve.
  • Persistent aching or burning pain.
  • Tingling or numbness.
  • Muscle weakness.
  • Loss of muscle mass, or atrophy.
  • Involuntary muscle twitching or cramping.
  • The area may be excruciatingly sensitive to touch, and any pressure is felt as pain.
  • The pain can be sharp or burning, depending on the affected nerve.
  • The affected area is still partly-functional.
  • The muscles may spasm.
  • Falls possible.

So, whichever I use, the symptoms are similar and match many of mine, even if I used both!

Then on the WordPress Reader. Finally, I got around to starting this blog off properly, with written details. I went to make another mug of the lip-smackingly tasty Glengettie Gold tea, and took these pictures, from the unwanted, dirty, uncleanable, thick-framed, light & view-blocking new windows. I put the selector on the Canon to ‘P’ and took the shot, then changed to Auto photographed roughly the same area. What a difference!

4Thu04

I’m told that the ‘P’ is for preselected settings for Auto. So the factory settings must be for a little broader and somehow more detailed? Me changing parameters with the tiny buttons and nerveless fingers is too dodgy for me to try. And the booklet is printed so small, even with the reading glasses on is impossible to understand. Of course, my lack of knowledge and skills in anything remotely technical is well known. Harupmf!

I got as far as here and went on to start creating some more graphics and Thoughts, as I had run out of the ones I had made-up. So, on to CorelDraw. I did an hour, but unfortunately, Mr Fries company he gets all that money for running was very slow.

Virgin 128.0.0

So, I got the ablutions sorted out. I put some drain unblocker down the sin hole, as I was getting ready to start, to allow it to hopefully free any blockages.

4Thu05The shaving went well enough, as did the teggie cleaning. The shower was trouble-free, and only one dropsie, the soap.

 The legs looked a lot betterer this morning. Apart from the knees. The spots, lumps, blotches, blemishes, blood papsules, and spider-veins all seemed a lot less vivid. The stubbed toe even seemed to be less painful.

WD 125.0.0 Then it came to using the sock-glide; I’m not sure how or why they used the word ‘glide’ as being appropriate? Haha! Sock-Destroyer might be apter! 4Thu02

SMA 128.0.0 Oh, by the way, the shaving produced nil, nolla, zéro, null, nulo, no cuts! Head Swaggers from side-to-side, and a nonchalant semi-smile spreads over the face! Haha!

I got dressed, although I’m not going out, it’s going to be a catch-up day on the graphics for me. I am hoping to catch Josie in with her nibbles, and the phlebotomy nurse is calling in a bit to take my blood sample. I put a large potato in the new saucepan, it’s not the biggest, but it is the deepest I own. I must treat myself to a deeper one.

4Thu06All presentable-ish looking, I got the nibbles and called at Josie’s door. All of three paces from mine. I was lucky enough to catch her in, she was just getting ready to go out with her Sister. Josie and I had a chinwag for a few moments. They are going to the East Bridgford Garden Centre, the same one that Sister Jane and Pete go to. Usually for them to have a coffee and stock-up with the individual sugar sachets and milk cartons from the cafe’s tables. So, you can see that I haven’t a cat in hell’s chance of getting my valuables back that Pete nicked while flat-sitting (well it saves him on heating) when I was in the Stroke Ward Hehehe! 

Back on the computer to update this and get back to the graphicalisationing work.

I could hear the drilling close by, the fire-sprinkler fitters. And there seemed a very faint noise at the same time, like a bubbling sound. I foolishly ignored it and carried on computing for a while. But when a break in the drilling noise came, I could still hear it.

4Thu07WD 125.0.0 I investigate in the kitchen, where now, without the noise of the drilling, I could hear it was coming from. Oh, heck! I’d left the saucepan on too high a setting, and it was boiling over!

SMR 128.0.0 I managed to burn a finger as I banally wiped up the water with a kitchen towel. And then cut it in the same place as I cleaned the edge of the saucepan! (What a putz! Oy gevalt!). I cleaned up the mess and waited until the ring had cooled and left it on a low setting.

The drilling started off again. I wonder when it will be my turn to suffer the worker’s visit?

10:50hrs: Back to CorelDrawing, I won’t get much done, the nurse is due anytime now.

11:00hrs: Jenny called me, she’d had a word with the window cleaner chap, and he is on is way up to see me! Yahoo!

11:20hrs: The blood nurse arrived. Heart-Rate-Increases! She kindly sorted me out while offering some chit-chat at the same time, and departed. Heart-Rate-Decreases!

Back to CorelDrawing.

12:20hrs: The window cleaner arrived with his better half. (Thanks to Jenny!) Nice friendly couple. Got on with sorting out and cleaning the windows for me, in no time! They even had a chinwag with me while doing it. He also tried to tighten the new trolley handlebars for me, and the chap opened the pickle jar for me! 4Thu07aGreat service!

Back to CorelDrawing.

13:09hrs: Mail delivered. From Nottingham City Homes. Confirming repairs to the crumbling balcony roof, for 13:00 to 18:00hrs on Friday 11th October. Which is a little late in the day for me.

4Thu0813:20 hrs. Jenny booked it for me. I went down to Jenny and Franks flat, to ask if she could schedule it earlier for me, please. I do feel a pest to keep bothering Jenny.

 13:45hrs: Jenny kindly said she would arrange it for me and post the letter back to me.

Made a start on cooking the meal.

13:55hrs. I found a note from Jenny, saying she had booked it for Wednesday 16th October. 09:30 > 14:39hrs. I finished booking I was doing. I sent an Email thanking Jen.

14:20: I was feeling all-in now. I had to stop doing the graphics and computer word. Suddenly drained of energy.

4Thu20I got the handwashing done and changed into my nightwear.

Took the medications and got the meal sorted out. A worthy 8/10 flavour-rating for this mix of boiled sliced spuds, garden peas, sugar snap peas, cooked beef slices, tomatoes and mushrooms. Some Bulls-Eye BBQ sauce, and a Cox orange pippin! The Limoncello dessert, I dropped when the finger-ends lost contact again.

WD 125.0.0 Sadly it fell into the waste bin and split open!

WD 125.0.0 I got my head down, and it soon became apparent that sleep would not come readily again. From nowhere, Colin Cramps kicked off! Toes, ankles, legs, fingers, wrist, arm; you name it, it suffered! Gnash! In little breaks of CC’s attacks, I would nod-off, but only for a minute or two, and be woken again with the most vicious attack of cramps I’ve ever had! This repeated itself, over and over for hours!

WD 125.0.0 To make things more harrying, the demand for wee-wees meant I had to keep getting up to utilise the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) so many times. Each one of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. 

4Thu21aAt some time or other, I remember not when I must have taken this shakey photograph. After seeing it on the SD card, memories flooded back. I was having the worst of the spells, and the toes and foot were in agony! But why I took it I don’t know.

Sleep never came proper, to I always seemed to up and using the bucket! Thinking about it, maybe the confusion over the tablets had caused me to take a Furesomide in error. With the medications being in the blister-packs now, there are three that look almost the same. The beta-blocker, the 30g Codeine and the Furesomide water tablet. The latter sometimes not being wanted, I have to remove it and might have taken way the wrong one. They all look so much alike in colour, shape and size. I hope I didn’t miss the beta-blocker!

WD 125.0.0 I gave up trying to sleep and rose at 01:00hrs… for another wee-wee of course! And stayed up. Oy gevalt!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 2nd October 2019: Worra an odd day!

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Wednesday 2nd October 2019

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02:30hrs: Boy did the wee-wee need’s wake me up this morning!

WD 200.0.0 Followed by the call to the Porcelain Throne! Resulting in my confirmation of Trotsky Terence’s return! So, from agonistic blockage mode, to almost liquid, overnight! Uncomfortable and lots of cleaning up needed! Tsk!

3Wed07The morning Mind-Blast started as I moved the handwashing to the airer.

Took the medications, and made the mug of Glengettie tea. Then needed another wee-wee. I could feel the need for the Porcelain Throne brewing up in the innards as well, so off to the wet room. The evacuation was soft and messy. So I decided to get the ablutions done while I was in there.

3Wed01fWD 200.0.0 The battle with the sock-glide was more than uncomfortable. But I was battling to put on the long bamboo socks! At least this hosiery hid the scars, papsules, clopidogrel and lumps & bumps! Pretty sexy too? Hahaha! I’d wear them every day, but the conflict with the sock glide and the mess and time to wash them does not encourage me much. Oh, and not one single dropsy!

I got on the computer, to download the photographs, and found on the SD card, many of the photos on it has taken two and six shots, not one? I was amazed and had no idea what I had done wrong? Here is a snip of the SD card!

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By the time I’d got them on CorelDraw, I had a headache sorting them! So, not knowing how I got in this pickle means I do not know how to get out of it! Grumph! Hopefully it might reset itself on today’s outing? I felt nervous about it.

3Wed01iThe Morrison order arrived. Pleasant delivery man. I got the bags into the kitchen, ready for sorting out. I’d ordered some bits prepared for Christmas pressies. Yes, I’m hoping to last long enough for the festive season. Next year I might not be so confident. Hehe!

3Wed01LI got the fridge stuff away first.

I’d got some cream cakes for Mary and Josie, and Strawberries for Josie. I’ll drop them off this afternoon for her. Too early for her to be 3Wed01Jup and about when I go out at 09:00hrs, or thereabouts. 

I’d got some Special Offer Alpen bars for the nibble bag.

I got back to the computerisationing. But time beat me, and I had to give up and get things and myself ready for the bus. I took the black bags to the waste chute on the way out and made my way through the corridor to the Winwood Court, and the Oberstgruppenfhreress Wardens Holding Cell Office. But no one was about, so I carried on to Winchester Court and out to the bus stop. Where lots of residents were situated waiting for the bus. Doris, Mary, Chrissie, Cyndy, Betty, Malclom, to name a few. We were joined by many others, and it was like a Monday morning, with the gang accumulating and nattering away. I loved just listening to them, and the laughter that surrounded me.

3Wed01TThe Bestwood bound bus arrived and all the clan, bar Mary and me, got off in Sherwood. I handed Mary her cream cake and nibbles. We were soon in Arnold and dropped off at the Asda store on Front Street.

Mary soon lost me in Arnold, we were even talking at the time. Haha! I had a shopping wander around and came out with; Bacon flavoured fries, wholemeal sliced cobs, BBQ sauce, and a pack of cooked mini-steak slices. When I got outside, to search for Mary, was when I realised I had not got my £2 second-hand Charity Shop bought rusty watch on! This was going to be fun, working out the timing for catching a bus home! I assumed that Mary would be at the bus stop on Front Street to get the L9, so tried to keep looking to see if she had arrived. At the bus stop as I walked to the Saver Store, the time was displayed. I and about twenty-eight minutes before the bus was due. I pressed on to the Saver shop and got two bottles of their cheap drain-unblocker and a fresh-air spray.  I had the time to wander over to the Fulton Foods Store, in search of some more of the Roast beef slices, that I bought there and enjoyed so much, last week. I came out with a pot of salt. A Texas Chilli sauce that was on sale in Asda for £1.29, for… 29p! Some Balsamic vinegar crisps at two for £1. A pack of Beef Trimmings. And most surprisingly, they had some Cox’s Pippin apples!

Paid and outside, and I could see Mary sat in the bus shelter, so knew I’d not missed the bus, at least. I joined her, and we had a natter, I handed one of the bags of balsamic flavour crisps when she said she liked them. I shouldn’t have bought them anyway, with the nibbles I already had at home. No more shopping for me this week!

The trip home on the bus was most uncomfortable, but that didn’t stop me from nearly nodding off a few times. Tsk!

3Wed02Back at the flats, I got off last as is usual for me, and had a quick few words of greetings with some of the clan getting onto the bus.

I asked Mary to pose for me in front of the new Winwood Court, while O took a snap. It came out, as you can see, with a blue-hue to it. So I 3Wed04thought I’d take another on as I chased after the gal. I think it came out alright. I like her trolley!

Now I have to find the time to get the photographs printed out at Asda if their photo-booth thingy is working. The last time I tried it, the coin input slot had chewing gum rammed in it! The time before, part-way through the process, it came up with “Power interruption  Call ….” Hrmph!

We walked through the link-passage still nattering away, neither one of us hearing what the other said entirely. Hahaha! We parted as Mary got off of the lift, and I carried on up to my apartment. I called at Josie’s, but no answer.

3Wed05I got in the flat and put the nosh away.

Still, the blue-hue outside, from the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking kitchen window, and the view looked so beautiful.

I took this picture on the right, and the moment I’d snapped it, I felt the warm, wet sensation from the lower regions. Oh dear, Little Inchies fungal lesion had started to leak again. Off to the wet room and cleaned things up. Washed me up, and called on Josie again. No answer.

3Wed06I got the potato out of the slow cooker and mashed it all up with some Leicester cheese, butter and a little salt.

Got it in the oven to brown off, prepared the plate, and then I got the handwashing done, and moved the things on the airer around to 3Wed01maid in the drying process. I got settled to eat the nosh, and it was grand, most of it tasted lovely. Sugar snap peas, sliced boiled eggs, tomatoes, Cox’s apple, beetroot, and the beef offcuts. The beef was the only thing that was not very good at all. It tasted like plastic. So, only a 6.5/10 for taste.

I called on Josie again to give her the strawberries and cream cake. No reply, though. Bet she’s gone for a drink and meal with her Sister, perhaps.

I stripped off and got the dressing gown on, and put the TV on. I’d hoped it would help me fall asleep if I watched some banal programme, but yet again sleep was obstinate and refused to come.

After a while, I got up and rang both of Josie’s doorbells. Still no answer. Back in the flat and head down again.

WD 200.0.0 The Thought-Storms began, which is very rare for this time of day, they regularly get to me in a morning usually. They did not help me settle to sleep. Fears, qualms, anxieties, worries, even a panic attack slipped in! The shaking started, and I got up gingerly, to get some more spring water, noticing signs of nibbling all around me! How the hell I can’t recall eating all this junk food and following a meal too, is beyond me!

I sat down again and put the TV back on. That did it this time! Zzzz!