Inchcock Today – Tuesday 22nd October 2019: A reet different day today! A long one, sorry!

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2019 sOct 22

Tuesday 22nd October 2019

Scots Gaelic: Dimàirt 22 Dàmhair 2019

Oct 22

12:30hrs: I woke in a fratchy, irritated mood, to start with anyway. Due the my not being able to sleep for longer than ten minutes at a time, then waking up with the mind being tormented with worries and concerns every time I stirred awake! I’m unsure if I am suffering neurosis, aganglionosis, or psychosis. I know I have onychocryptosis (An ingrowing toenail) Hehehe!

This time, I got up, I needed the Porcelain Throne anyway. I struggled quickly free of the second-hand, c1968, horrendously rickety recliner – the one Xyrophobia-suffering crook,  Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting and stealing my valuables. Well, he knows I’m leaving them in my will to Sister Jane, and he thought it would save him time and effort in fetching them later. Makes sense, I suppose? I’ve half-a-mind to change the will! Hahaha!

WD 60.25.0 The evacuation was far messier than of late. A lot of cleaning up was needed afterwards. The sink plug hole was blocked again! I put a bottle of Sink-Unblocker down the pipe after I managed to free it. It costs me a fortune and a lot of bother to keep buying these to use almost every day, and I dropped the toilet roll twice! Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

2Tue02aTo the kitchen, took the medications, made a brew, and wrung-out the handwashing and got it on the airers.

Then I got on the computer… Well, that was the plan anyway. But Mr $19 salaried Fries, head of the Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media, had other ideas, again!

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The rigmarole of getting it back on had to be gone through again. The reset button didn’t work. Computer off then back on again, tried resetting. It didn’t work. Turned everything off, left it ten minutes and tried again, after giving the pathetic Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media another ten-minutes to come back to strength, and aha! I was back online. It was Bloody Slow Though! Thanks again, Mr Fries! Git!

I pressed on with updating the Sunday blog. Finishing it about three hours later. I posted it off, sent a few photos to Pinterest, Inchcock’s Photos Then went on the WordPress Reader section, some decent stuff on there this morning, so I spent a bit longer than usual viewing others work.

2Tue04I made a start on this blog. After a couple of hours, my phagomania overcame me. So I investigated what was available for some breakfast (A rarity indeed!). However, I remembered the After-Stroke physical exercises later today and opted to have just another mug of tea ad a few shortcake biscuits. When I say, few, it is in a loose manner of the word, perhaps. Hehe!

2Tue03When taking the picture with the Nikon camera, of the biscuits and tea, I got the shakes.

And found I’d chosen the Night Landscape option. So I opened the unwanted, light-and-view-blocking kitchen window and took this effort to see if it would come out any different to the Auto setting. I don’t think it did! Odd, how I get so confused with learning anything new to me, nowadays?

I dunked the biscuits repeatedly in the tea, then got the YouTube on for half-an-hour to watch.

2Tue05WD 60.25.0 I decided I’d walk to town this morning, so I got the ablutions tended to. And a fair job it was too! Dropsies were at a minimum: Toothbrush, toothpaste, flannel and Sock-Glide are all I recall dropping… oh, and the shower stool when I moved it out to mop the shower afterwards. No bleeding today, either. The pins (legs) were not in good condition this morning but were not giving me much, if any pain. Other than Arthur Itis of course, who grumbles every time any bending of the knees takes place. Tsk!

I made up some black bags, two small recycling bags and put the cleaned empty sauce and beetroot jars in the trolley as well. I took the small and black bags to the chute, hen realised it was too early to put them down yet. I’m so glad I remembered! But unsure if I will forget to put them down later! I put them in the corner, praying I would not forget about them when I came home. (Miserably, I failed, they went right out of my head, until the following morning at 02:30hrs, when again it was too early to use the noisy chute!)

2Tue06I took the jars down with me.

I poddled out of the foyer into the dark, gloomy, very nippy and chilly, but rainless, dry morning, and deposited the empties into the overflowing City of Nottingham, pensionary, senior Citizens, alcoholics bottle-bank-bin Hehe!

2UseI set off on my mini-marathon, at a fair rate of knots for me, too. (The route taken, is graphicalised on the right-hand side here.)

The hands were getting cold as I plodded along Chestnut Walk and turned right to go down Winchester Street. 

WD 60.25.0 I almost had an Accifauxa with the three-wheeler walking-guide as I started hobbling down the hill.

I’ve no idea why, I didn’t have any Dizzy Dennis bother, but suddenly the trolley leant over to the right, and I thought after the event, how lucky I was to have regained my balance with the cart, and not gone on a tumble.

It could have been a lingering trace of my beloved Woodthorpe Court’s spirit. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, that had followed me. Hehehe! But all was well after a few moments, and the trolley-guide, that does not like going downhill at any time, behaved itself again.

2Tue07When I arrived at the junction with Mapperley Rise, I could see the early morning traffic was queuing at the temporary traffic lights on the steepest part of the hill. I turned and took this slightly blurry zoomed-in shot. Not one of my bestest! Humph!

As I limped on down Winchester Street, to Mansfeld Road, I noticed the fantastic change in the sky. I took these shots, one of up the hill, the other downwards. The second one almost looked like a rainbow up there in the skies!

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2Tue10aBy the time I’d walked down near Mansfield Road, the day had got so much lighter, and quickly too.

WD 60.25.0 When I hobbled along Mansfield Street, a car had parked so far onto the pavement: I had to collapse the trolley for me to get through the gap! Never mind, eh!

2Tue11I plodded through Marshall Street and out onto the main road. I turned left and saw how busy the place looked. There was an almost lively look to Mansfield Road. The buses were plentiful, but I wouldn’t be tempted into catching one – it was too early to use my bus pass! Hehehe!

2Tue12I concentrated on avoiding the holes, dips and cracks in the pavement, and I doddered, determinedly onward. Up the hill and down into Carrington. In the distance, I could see the traffic far ahead at the Hucknall Road traffic light junction, with ominous blue lights flashing. Oh, dear!

2Tue13As I was passing my beloved, but unreliable Sherringham Park Medical Practise, a lady pavement cyclist was steaming at high speed towards me. I fumbled to get the camera out in time to get a snap before she had gone, hence the dodgy quality of the photo. That’s my story, anyway. Haha!

2Tue14Much further along, and the Gregory Boulevard traffic island, I thought I’d take a snap of the traffic, as it was getting busier now. 60.25.0. Neighbour. Another ill-defined, disaster of a photograph!

WD 60.25.0 And yet, the hands seemed to be okay, and no Peripheral Neulagia shakes were felt or identified? This trait was baffling me somewhat, not knowing why the pictures were so blurred?

2Tue15I got over the crest of the hill and down towards the City Centre along Mansfield Road.

An ignorant, nasty, uncaring Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came by me from behind, and he caught my shoulder, but only lightly. But it still made me jump a bit. Swine!

But, for some reason, I was in a decent mood, and it did not bother me as much as it usually would have. Anyway, as you might be able to see, the paving stones on this sidewalk, need my concentration, to avoid having any Accifauxpas!

It was slow going until the slabs changed at the bottom of the hill. The trolley did get stuck in ruts and bits of broken slabs a few times, but my being in Defcon One mode, I coped without any accidents.

WD 60.25.0 I called in the Bargain Shop. Where I bought, some treats for the nurses and patients at the After-Stroke session. I also got some stick-on hooks; and why I bought them, is a mystery to me now! I tried some years ago, when I first moved into this flat, and they were crap! Why? What for? Humph!

The knees and feet were hardly painful at all after the mini-marathon? I made my way onto Goldsmith Street and took a couple of shots of the Trent University main buildings.

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2Tue19Not many students about yet? (This soon changed, though) I turned right to take a picture of one of the ugliest buildings in the City Centre. The rear of the Royal Concert Hall, and believe me, it is still prettier than the front of it is!

WD 60.25.0 I’m afraid the photo I took of the front of the monstrosity, has done one of the mysterious disappearing acts from the SD card! Grrr!

I got in the Church Hall and greeted those already in there. Handed the nibbles out to the nurse. We soon launched into the exercise routines. During which, both of the hearing aid batteries ran out simultaneously. Which amused the others, as I couldn’t hear the commands being shouted out to stop, and move on to the next physio torture exercice. Hehehe!

WD 60.25.0 I had to miss or try only half-heartedly, doing the knee bending exercises. But, for the first time, after about eight sessions, the After-Stroke Obersturmbannfhreress, Tasmin, almost seemed to understand why, and issued no looks of ‘Doubt;’ ‘Suspicion’ or of a ‘Dubious’ nature in my direction. Well, not when I was looking, anyway. Of course, I could not hear what she was saying anyhow.

WD 60.25.0 Same with the music for the dancing sessions, I could not keep in timing with the music I couldn’t hear. Then, there was a rest and relaxing session. Tasmin talked us through it, while the music played to calm us. I just sat there and picked my nose, trying not to pass-wind, waiting for the session that I couldn’t hear anyway, had finished.

We had a talk-it-out session, about our experiences having and after our strokes. I was the only one who lost total control of bodily functions, (Tears gushed from my eyes, I spewed up and nearly choked on it, passed everything from the rear end, and wee-wee’d myself, all at the same time, then collapsed on the escaped bodily-mess, on the floor!) I know this because I asked the others if anyone had suffered embarrassing movements while having their stroke. But eight out of the ten patients there had not even known they were having a stroke.

But, I enjoyed this session more than any before. Being paired with Precious helped, I’m sure. The gal is in a poor way, and this allowed me to do bits to help, and it 1Mon09bcheered me up, and I hope, the gal too.

No bowling again this week. Instead, we got two table games going. Divided the members into two teams of four, or a four and a five. (Well, we went to which table we were directed to)

A building block game, and one of the Dominoes on the other table. I was on the Domino team, with Precious and two others. We were all instructed to use our worse hands. Which produced a bit of fun, as I was placing a domino, and got the nerve-relinking hand at the time, and it shot off about fifteen-foot away across the hall! Hehe! Thankfully, it didn’t hit anyone on its trip! Only two of we four knew how to play the game. Which gave me another chance to get Precious involved, we all seemed to enjoy it!

When we swapped over tables, I soon had the support of the others, in my declining to bother. The blocks scattered about many onto the floor at my first and only effort to try the game. If I had stayed playing the game, we would all have spent the time picking up blocks and no time left to play. I stayed nearby, supporting Precious. Again, it went down well with the folks, many a laugh and smile!

2Tue20We broke up after the games were enjoyed. I offered my farewells, and set off to Tesco, to try and get some Puff Pastry fingers and milk. As I was walking down through Trinity Square, I espied what was left of a push-cycle, chained to the bike-stand! The Nottinghamian Bike-Stealers had taken all but the frame! Gits!

2Tue21I made my way into Victoria Centre (Mall), and to the Tesco store. I came out with Gammon steaks, fresh tomatoes and three packs of the shortcrust fingers, and £5.50 lighter. (I did forget to get the milk though, I didn’t realise it then, but did on the bus home later!) What a Schmuck! I paid and departed, out onto Milton Street.

2Tue22Where I took this picture of the buses, especially for Sandie, Marie, Pattie and Lona, TFZer gals, because I know (I think?) they are interested in our different-coloured buses. ♥

Then I hobbled on to Upper Parliament Street, to walk down to Queen Street and wait for the next L9 bus.

2Tue23I spotted how cram-packed that Clumber Street was today. I took this snap, getting a scowl, but two smiles from the three lads in the frame. Hehe!

I only had eight minutes to wait for the L9 to arrive. And was soon ensconced in the side-saddle seat, on the way home, and battling not to get rattled off of the chair! A lady from the flats got on the bus and slipped me a Nuthall’s Minto sweet, bless her. Oh, they are now called Bassetts Mintoes by the way, another independent company bought up by the conglomerates!

It was as we arrived on Mapperley Tops, that I remembered I had not got the milk at Tesco! For heavens sakes, Tsk! So, I dropped off the bus on Sherwood Rise and made my way to the Aldi Store. I came out £6.36 lighter, with; Canned garden peas, sourdough baguettes, deodorant, Brunswick cooked ham, rice and cheese rolls. I paid at the checkout and 2Tue24repacked the good at the counter.

Then walked along to Mapperley Rise to walk back down to the flats. Taking this shot of the magnificent thick Cumulus clouds in the sky. So beautiful. The walk down the Rise, was a little stressful, making my way around the Gas Repair holes in the ground, and barriers and 5Fri007ccracks in the pavement. No photographs were taken, I was too concentrated with getting home safely and keeping the three-wheeler upright.

I got into the flats, and through the link-passage to my Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, proffering illusion, delusion, confusion, stress-making, & hallucination bearing home!

As I neared the swipe door into Woodthorpe Court, the sad, pathetic fact that I had still not got any milk dawned on me! With morosity at my failure now evident, I got up to the apartment, to find the lights on in the hallway? I thought I had turned them off? I’d have put money on it! Ah, well!

I had an ELPJL (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) wee-wee. Washed, made a brew, and pondered about the lack of milk situation. After much prevaricating, ruminating and ideation, I opted to make an Iceland order for the morning delivery – for milk! But of course, there is a minimum order. So, I placed some instant potatoes onto the list, a lot of them. Just in case the potato crop is crap and really is as bad as they say it is. And ordered more kitchen towels. I hope I live long enough to use ’em. Har-har!

I was now well-shattered healthwise. But I had enjoyed today’s After-Stroke session such a lot and was proud of my mini-hobble to get to it. But now, I was paying the price. Hehe!

2Tue25I got some nosh sorted and served up.

Baked beans with caramelised balsamic vinegar flavouring added. And some buttered cheesy-tomato cobs. Got settled into the Xyrophobia-suffering crooked, but good looking  Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting and stealing my valuables as he fitted more clandestine CCTV cameras in the flat, so he can work-out when I am showering, eating or sleeping so he can call me on the landline.

The meal was only fairish. 5/10. I shan’t be using the caramelised balsamic any more. The bottle will be emptied, rinsed and find its way into the rubbish bin! Eugh!

I did the handwashing, made up a bottle of spring water and orange cordial, and settled to watch two police programmes on the TV. Off course, because I didn’t want to sleep, and usually cannot get to sleep when I want to… I fell asleep!

About an hour later, the landline burst into life, and the red light flashed. I half-asleep, half-fell out of the recliner to get to it before it stopped. I was pleased when I heard Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Catwalk Model, Angela Gould, on the other end of the line. But it was hard to concentrate being so confused after waking. IT certainly was nice to get the call, all the same. Thank you.

I had a wee-wee, another of the ELPJL mode. Took a guzzle of the spring water concoction. Jiggled the handwashing on the airers. And gt down in the recliner again.

I lay there expecting to struggle to get back to sleep… within what seemed seconds… Zzzz!

 

Inchcock Today – Mon 21 Oct 2019: Stuck indoors again – but the beautiful Phlebotomy nurse’s visit did me good!

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2019 sOct 21

Monday 21st October 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 21 Listopada 2019. Godine

Oct 21

02:35hrs: I woke and wriggled a bit, involuntarily passed wind, and it was apparent that RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), was in a better mood this morning, but Back-Pain-Brenda was still irked about my near-tumble last night.

I rose, lifting my ever-increasing body-mass from the Xyrophobia-suffering, thieving 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, recliner.

6Sat06WDPStraightTyping this reminded me of the crow I thought I’d seen last week when I took this picture. Come to think of it, I might have been a cleverly clandestine designed imitation Crow-shaped ‘Drone’. Building them and spying on people is one of Pete’s hobbies, along with sneakily fitting secret CCTV cameras in peoples homes, and stealing valuables! I think Sister Jane mentioned something about he was creating a new expensive long-range model drone-droid, to add to his arsenal? Mmm? Back to the diary, got myself sidetracked there.

WDP09LWD 0.50.0 2 I made towards the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), to find it filled up more than ever before. How this can happen, and me not being aware, I find astounding. If ever I have to get up from a seat or chair, at any time, you can be sure it is going to be uncomfortable and painful. Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Back-Pain-Brenda and Hernia Harry, or any combination of, are going to complain in the only way they know how – by hurting me! So, how in the name of Gawd, do I get up and wee, then sit down again, several times, judging by the quantity in the bucket, without my remembering doing so? Come on you in-the-know educated folks, tell me, please! Hehe! Lynton? I’d love to know and understand!

Anyroad, I topped up the fluid in the bucket with an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee and took the container for emptying and disinfecting off to the wet-room. To my surprise, I did not need to use the Porcelain Throne? I felt all the escapages of wind I was passing, might be a sign of the need to go, but no!

WDPrightWD 0.50.0 2 After emptying and sanitising the bucket, I noticed that  I had not got the alarm-wristlet on! I was not panicking, at first. It had to be somewhere in the wet room, the only place I take it off when indoors. But despite my in-depth searching, looking in every nook and cranny, it wasn’t to be found! Now the stomach is getting a little knotted, and I was a bit tensed up about this, as well as self-derogatory feelings in the mind.

1Mon01WDPright05WD 0.50.0 2 Off I went to check in the recliner room. And found signs of Nocturnal-Nibbling having taken place! It was far too early to use the vacuum cleaner yet. But this didn’t bother me as much as my exploration to find the wristlet! I’d half-hoped to find it on the bookcase, where I often leave it when going out. Phwert!

After a good hunt around, I had no luck in 1Mon05finding it.

Off to the kitchen and fumbled around looking and failing to find the alarm! Annoyed and so angry with myself now.

As a final thought, I might have gone out wearing it and put it in the jacket pocket.

So back into the hallway, and searched the 1Mon03pockets, without any success. I hobbled looking on the floor, in case it had dropped off, the strap broke or the like.

Then I spotted it! Wondrous, once I saw it, I remembered leaving it there when I came back after dishing up the cheesy-meal to Josie’s flat yesterday! While feeling so pleased that I had found it, the inner self-traducement long-winded and cruelly vicious! I didn’t spare the verbal rod with myself!

1Mon02At long last, I got around to doing the medication-taking and made a brew.

The cleaned bucket was soon in regular use again: various types of wee-weeing were performed in it over the next few hours. If there were an award for passing-water, I would surely have qualified! Hehe! I suppose it’s best to make a laugh at these things. Innit?

1Mon04But I must remember to remove it before my beloved phlebotomy nurse♥ arrives, also I must get the ablutions done in time as well.

So, I did the updating to the Sunday post as quickly as I could. Only stopping for the odd visits to the GPEB, and making a few brews, I took this photograph on the right.

WDPright03WD 0.50.0 2 I got the big bag of recyclables bagged, and took it down to the bin outside. went to put it in the bin, only to find they have now locked the lid, leaving a tiny port-hole to put the stuff in through! So, I just left the big white bag on the floor next to it.

WDP 08L02WD 0.50.0 2 Then, try not to laugh too loud! I went to go back in, and realised I had not taken the door fob with me! So, I waited until someone came along to let me return into the flats. Things were getting a little tetchy and ratty today.

7Sun10Ah, the time has flown!

Got the handwashing done, and hung up to dry. Just a shirt and pair of socks. (I always cringe when I write socks, it makes me think of the sock-glide battles, Haha!)

WDP 10LWD 0.50.0 2 Then, as I hung-up  the shirt, I missed the bar and both hangers came tumbling down. All the washing fell on the floor! So, I put them in the bowl again, to soak overnight. Grumph and botherations!

I must get the ablutions sorted out, and get the nocturnal-nibbling evidence cleaned up. Back in a while, I hope!

WDP 08LWD 0.50.0 2 WD 0.50.0a 2 Well, what a Whoopsiedangleplop, Accifauxpas ridden session that was! If it was go-wrongable, it seems it did! These things are sent to try us. It’s just that I reckon I’m getting more of the trying things than others are! Haha!

  • The sink blocked when having a shave.
  • The blue toothbrush handle broke.
  • Dropped this session: Shaving foam can, toothpaste, shower-head, & flannel (3).
  • The shaving foam ran out, well stopped working with plenty left in it?
  • A few cuts shaving!
  • Stubbed the toe!
  • The shower drain was very slow.
  • Nicked finger on the sock-glide holder!

WDP 08L02WD 0.50.0 2 Got all perfumed-up and dressed, and went to the kitchen. Where I nearly went head-over-foot on a slippery patch! So I got sorted out and started to mop the floor.

The door chimes rang out, I called ‘come in’, but no one did. So, I risked life and limb walking over the slippery floor to get to the door. It was Josie, bless her, returning the plate tray and cutlery from yesterday’s nosh. Said she enjoyed it, which was good to hear. We had a minute or so chinwagging, said out farewells, and back to her flat she went, and I returned to the kitchen mopping up session.

1Mon07I was almost finished when the Intercom chimed-out. It was the most beautiful Polish Phlebotomy Nurse. She kindly let me finish the mopping, before taking two vials of blood today. She told me why, but I didn’t catch what she said. After her taking the blood, she had a look at the kitchen floor and found it was still slippery. She asked if I’d mind her mopping it again, I thanked her, and she soon had the tiny room washed for me once more. She said when it had dried, I must check and if it is still slippery, put something down, even if it is only paper. Bless her cotton socks! ♥. Off she floated, as you would expect from an Angel!

I eventually got the nocturnal-nibbling evidence removed from the recliner, with the hand-held vacuum.

ReclinerThen pondered about tomorrow’s, last, I think it is, After-Stroke Physio session. I had a hunt around for the right money for the bus fare, but could not find any. Off course, I used to keep spare cash for just an occasion. But they were stolen along with all my other monies, by my Xyrophobia-suffering, house robbing, Brother-in-Law Pete, when he was flat-breaking (He called it flat-sitting) when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTV cameras, had an in-depth ferret-around for my valuables, found them, and stole them all. (I still haven’t got them back yet five-months later). I don’t expect to get them returned, they are suddenly too heavy to carry back to the flat, but were not too heavy to lift and take away when he committed the robbery? He’s a bit of a bully-boy, so I’ll say nowt else.

So, more suffering for Old Inchcock. I may have to walk to the session or overpay for the bus fare. Enough of this talk, it’ll only make him feel better knowing the hassle he’s caused me. Humph!

I got the Sun blog updated finished and started this one.

1Mon08Fatigued again, I got the nosh prepared. A hastily prepared cold nosh. Surimi, tuna, beetroot, tomatoes, chip-sticks, old rather stale milk roll bread, an apple and an out-of-date limoncello dessert. Favour Rating: 6/10.

But I was ready to collapse and sleep when I made it. Not that sleep came properly, of course.

WD 0.50.0 2 I washed the pots and settled in the rickety recliner, and gave up trying for any kip, and put on a Claude Van Dame movie to watch. The duration of the film was 93 minutes. But by the time it had been viewed, it was about three hours later! Constantly nodding off for a few minutes, waking and rewinding to find where it was I nodded-off, only to nod-off again and continually repeating the process. It ruined the film for me!

Tsk!