Inchcockski – Monday 27th July 2020: Toenails cut, but bad news followed! Nottingham City photos taken. Ah, well!

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Monday 27th July 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Július 27, Hétfő

20:45hrs: Not the odd time here on the left? That’s because I did the Sunday post early, and continue with it into this blog. To save time today. Cunning eh? I think that’s what I mean? 

18:30hrs: I got out of the £300, second-hand, rusty, decrepit, c1968 rickety recliner, and got the computer back on, to finish the Sunday blog, and got it sent off. Emailed the links, then on Facebooking catching-up.

Had a bash at doing some graphics up, on CorelDraw. Did a couple and sat down in the rickety, c1968 recliner, to have a mug of Extra Strong Assam tea, and some Branston Pickle flavoured cheddars… Fatal! But oh, so pleasurable! I nodded off into the land of Sweet Morpheus, and a few hours (it felt like), off constant dreaming. All memories of my past, younger days.

0455hrs, I woke up, almost in a panic! ‘Oh, what time is it ?’ – ‘I’ve not sorted the things out yet for podiatrist trip!’ –  ‘What needs doing fist?’ But the need for a wee-wee arrived; breaking my train of thought.

The urgency of the sudden liquid-evacuation meant I made a right Whoopsie, and got up, caught my balance and wandered over to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) without taking the walking stick. I arrived at the bucket, okay but as I began to relieve myself of the RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee, Shuddering -Shoulder-Shirley kicked-off! How I managed to keep hold of the grey bucket, was nothing short of a miracle! As soon as things stopped flowing, I put the bucket down, and without spilling anything (Very-Temporary-Smug-Mode-Adopted). 

Just to guarantee me a terrible start to this already worrying day, Peripheral Neuropathy Paul launched one of his involuntary, no-control-over, right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went. Backwards – but this was a good thing, for I fell onto the £300, second-hand recliner. Not only that, but I missed hitting both of chair-arms on my way down! I wish I’d got the camera in reach, as I lay there, watching the last few dying twitches and flutters of the leg. Within a minute, it had calmed down altogether (which is not rare).

But, the incident had triggered thoughts of insecurity within me. I began to fear and imagine terrible consequences ahead for me. Will I manage going out after so long? Will Paul give me any bother at the Podiatry Clinic? I’m already doubtful that they will cut my toenails for me? Will the trolley-walker fit in the taxi? Will the cab arrive on time? Will I be able to get my shoes on? On, and on, the worries flowed…

Fortunately, the need of the Porcelain Throne arrived then, with the usual request from the innards, stabbing pains and a little inner-rumblings. Without delay, I got the camera and four-pronged walking stick, and hobbled to the wet room, with a degree of alacrity.

Oh, dearie me! What a session it was! Good and bad luck involved. I only just got there in time, (but thankfully did!) before things started to painfully and slowly evacuated of there own accord, I had no control over this whatsoever. Masses of pongy, sticky, messy product. Bleeding as well. I shan’t go too far into this (although I may have already done so, sorry). The cleaning things up was a long job, and the washing and medicating stung a bit. Hehehe!

I took a shot of the painful uncut toenails, and wondered if they will be cut when I get back from the Health Centre? I hoped this would be the last photo of my Howard Hughes feet.

Another thing I noticed was how flipping pale I looked, really anaemic! This may be the thing that will prevent them from treating my feet and cutting the nails. I have a horrible feeling about this, today’s hassle to get out, is going to be a waste of time! Surely they cannot make me wait until November at the Sherwood Health Centre? If so, it will be over a week since, so I’ll have to book again, and obviously, the available date will probably be in December or January!

I got to the kitchenette and took a shot of the blue-tinged (or should that be blue-hued?) sky. Got the kettle on, and the Health Check gear out of the medical drawer.

The dang thermometer was playing up again, all I could get on the readout, was ‘Low’, no figures.

But the sphygmomanometer readings were perhaps the best for months. Which doesn’t fit with my skin and body mass being so pale and ghostly looking?

Computer Cameron on, and updated this blog.

Turned off everything, and checked the face mask, money for the taxi, bus pass to get home, socks and shoes (hopefully) to put on (for the first time in months) after the treatment, in the trolley. But I was not confident I’d checked everything. It’s been that long now since I’ve been out anywhere, I felt nervous at the thought now? Silly old sausage!

Then I got the ablutions sorted out, early, thus allowing myself extra-time to have another check after the ablutionalisationing, for things I’m sure I’d not remembered. A touch of anamesia there?

Off to the wet room. (Which still had the Porcelain Throne activities aroma lingering – Cor!) I had a stand-up, teggies, shave, and wash. I did the feet stood in the bowl. A couple of nicks shaving, and only three dropsies all together! I need some more razors, I’ll see if I can get some after the Clinic if it goes well.

I prepped four waste bags and took them to the waste-chute. It was a bit awkward getting through to the chute room, as the decorators were starting work on my floor.

The lobby is looking better already!

I returned to collect the big bag of recycling waste and departed again to take the stuff down to the caretaker’s room. As I was on the way down in the lift, the cage stopped on the 9th floor, and a contractor bloke nearly got on, until he saw me in there. Naughty! Using the tenant’s elevator when we can’t use their dedicated one? But, to be fair, I’ve seen no-end of tenants using the wrong lift! So, fairs, fair! Hahaha!

The weather was little wet this morning, and seemed to be getting worse? I dropped the bag off at the bin, and the caretakers said something to me, but I didn’t catch what it was. They weren’t scowling or glaring at me, so I assumed I’d done nothing wrong. Hehe! Gave them a smile, and returned to the lobby and back up the elevator.

As the lift door opened, I struggled to get through back to the flat. Took my time and carefully worked my way through, without any hassle. Into the flat, and checked on things, taps, lights, stove etcetera, in readiness for my departure.

I looked out of the balcony window, as I pondered on whether to risk brewing myself a mug of tea or not. In the end, I decided against having a drink. Better safe than sorry, especially with the current PMPD & PMAD dribbling problems, and my going out, as well!

The precipitation was getting more substantial, and things went suddenly very dark?

I reappraised my arrangements and what I’d got done in advance, worried that I may have missed something. Checked the jacket pockets for the bus pass, keys, taxi money, note from Jenny etc., and timed it to get down for the taxi with fifteen minutes to spare. As usual, being the fussbudget, worrier and doomster that I am, I rechecked the flat for the umpteenth time, before my leaving, but still in an uncertain frame of mind. I knew something ‘botheration-wise’ was going to take place, no doubt about that! I’m not a soothsayer, necromancer or Augur, it’s just my EQ (Not IQ), was telling me of foreboding news in the offing today, and he has never-ever wrong!

I got down to the ground floor and spotted that there had been a change of some sort in the Fire-Riser. But what is was, I couldn’t decipher. I’m losing it here, methinks?

I got to the front lobby and waited for the arrival of the DG cab. A black Hackney cab arrived five minutes before the DG on due, and I assumed it was for someone else. The driver came to me and asked if I was Gerry. He was for me. He was a lovely chap and helped me into the cab, and we soon at the Health Centre. He drove carefully en route. He dropped me off as close as it was possible to the entrance doors, bless him.

I paid him, thanked him and made my way into the clinic, as the rain started to come down heavier again.

I entered and followed the written advice on the advice on display, to use the hand sanitiser on entry. I made my way to the reception counter, and the young lady greeted me before I could speak with, ” Are you, Gerald Chambers?” – “Yes”, I said – ” Sit over there!” She said – “Thank you, I said. And sat over there. Hehehe!

Well early, of the appointment time, so I got the crossword book out. Moments later, a young lady came towards me, “Are you, Gerald Chambers?” “Yes!” “Follow me!” So, I did.

I could tell there was bad news coming. She went through a question and answer routine, and took the feets blood circulation test, with four blobs of jelly, two each foot. The disappointing news was given to me while she was cutting the toenails. There are new rules, and I don’t qualify for NHS nail-cutting, anymore, as my circulation in the feet is okay. I’ll have to use a private chiropodist in future.

I explained, that with the Coronavirus, maybe, I’ve had three podiatrists refuse to cut my toenails, last week. I told her how the Warden of the complex had rung them for me. This made no difference, the new rules have to be adhered to. (I expected something like this!) The lady gave me a place to ring or go to on the internet. Obviously, there are many other senile-sufferers in my position and agony with their feet.

Still, it’s not the ladies fault. She woman (in face mask and shield helmet, by the way, hiding a most appealing pretty face) did say I’d brought up a valid point, and she would mention this to her ‘boss’, but I was not to expect too much in the way of success. Haha!

I thanked her muchly and hobbled out into the rain. But I was not overly-disappointed at all. For I knew something was going to go wrong today, my good old EQ knew too!

I decided to have a walk into town in the drizzle. Apart from passing some characters that I knew were of a threatening nature, and made me weary, the hobble to the City Centre was enjoyed greatly. It’s been so long since I did this, it seemed a pleasure, especially as the toenails had been trimmed, and walking was so much less hassle now.

The going did get a little rough by the time I got to the end of St Ann’s Well Road, as the left side brakes of the three-wheeled-walker-guide, had now packed up altogether. Hey-ho!

Within half-an-hour I was on Upper Parliament Street. Crossing George Street, a git of a pavement cyclist almost got me! He plodded on uncaring up George Street, which like everywhere else, seemed most baron of tellurians, understandably.

I bought a packet of red and green seedless grapes from a stallholder. I’ll split this with Josie later. Then I can make sure she doesn’t wake me up to bring back the dinner tray and things again. I hope!

I passed the Wilko store, as a security guard was stopping folks going in without a face-mask on (Naughty!) I made my way into my beloved Poundland shop, and had a good look around, and selecting things I fancied.

When I got to the self-serve tills, I had a few dropsies and felt a right fool – which was guaranteed by Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley’s antics! I’d bought; A Pork Farms pork pie, Zoflora and a cheaper variety of disinfectants (3), lemon bleach (2), Bic razors, Individual milk pots, Lemon & cucumber scented air freshener (2), and a packet of 6 BBQ flavoured mini-cheddars. A lot of which got in the bag via a trip to the floor! (Thanks to Shirley! Huh!) I’ve never seen so few customers in the place!

I paid with cash, and the change also had a trip to the floor. Suddenly I had help arrive! But not all of the change monies were rescued. Humph!

Getting out and controlling the trolley was not an easy task, and my stopping to take photographs caused a few near-accifauxpas, as the brakes were so unreliable.

I made my way stutteringly to Milton Street and the Bargain Buys, previously known as the PoundStrechers. As I arrived, the heavens opened up! Just in time eh! Hahaha!

I consulted my shopping list I’d made for this shop. Pakistani Potato Cakes, 6 x small cans Garden Peas, Egg Mayonaisse, Woolite liquid soap, vegetable Oxo cubes, a lemon and a lime cooking juice, Zoflora lemon, and 3 chocolate almond. I realised I was going to have a heck of job carrying all of these, with the two baf=gs I had on the handlebars already. Oh, dearie me! As it happened I had no problems at all? They only had the Woolite and one pack of chocolate almonds on sale. Tsk!

This bothered me more than the podiatrist let-down! I paid the lady at the checkout and somewhat miserably made my way through Trinity Square.

Still, the rain almost stopped, and I had a great photographicalistical few moments, snapping all around where I stood in Trinity Square. Again, a lack of people! I limped down to Parliament Street and snapped the Frankie & Benny food store on the corner of King Street. Only three customers as I could see in there.

Then walked down towards the City centre, and back up Queen Street to find the times of the buses back home. This was the first time I’d had a choice of buses to make. The L9 was due in five minutes later, the 40 bus was fifteen minutes from arrival time. So, I trudged up the hill to the L9 stop. One other lady was waiting. The bus arrived, the driver got out for a fag, we waited, and then the uncommunicative pauciloquent driver, got on, managing to issue two words to the lady and me; one of them was Huh! Bless him! Probably in line for Driver of the Year?

I struggled to stay awake on the trip back, only one person boarded en route, making a total of three passengers!

I dismounted and ambled through the warm rain along Chestnut Walk, back to the flats. I thought of poping in the office and asking Riechsfuhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana if she would ring about the podiatrists for me. But I realised she would be on her nosh, so didn’t bother her, I’ll try again later on.

I got in the block of flats, spotting the updated list of working areas. Then had a bit of a wait to get the tenant’s elevator to get to me.

DeanaThen I noticed the time on the electronic display board. It was earlier than I thought it was, only 11:34 hrs.

I got up to the flats. Put the purchases away, and called at Josie’s with the grapes, and she gave me the tray back. Maybe this week, I can get to sleep and stay asleep! Fingers crossed, that Herbert is quieter.

Back to the flat, and planned some cooked beef cobs with extras (tomatoes, egg mayonnaise etc.) for the meal later.

Then got on with updating this post. In between satisfying unusual urges for mugs of tea?

The Vampire Nurse Hristina called, (lovely to hear a friendly voice) and told me she would be calling to do the blood test tomorrow, twixt 08:00 > 10:00hrs. Marvellous! I pressed on updating, despite Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters playing up and costing me a lot of time.

Great balls of fire! I’ve been at this blogging for over five-hours now! How time flies!

I like missing the toenail pains! Haha!

Better pack up and get the nosh sorted out. I did some part-baked cobs, buttered them and added sliced tomatoes and a slice of cooked beef to each one. On the disposable plate, sliced apple, some grapes, egg mayonnaise, and chicken thighs (Which were not eaten, eurgh!) Flavour rating 7/10.

Went to wash the pots, as the clouds turned threateningly dark suddenly.

After the long day, an enjoyable bit of exercise, the let-down over the podiatrist, and how worn out I felt, I hoped I would get to sleep easier tonight.

Not so! Humph!

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

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2019 Sept 14

Wednesday 11th September 2019

Belarusian: Серада 11 верасня 2019 года

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The weather was still perfect for hobbling.

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

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

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

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

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

But Mr Fries had other ideas… the Git!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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