Inchcockski (In Brief) – Sat 8th Feb 2020: I ended up absquatulating from reality, today! Mmm?

2020 Feb 08

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Saturday 8th February 2020

Romanian: Sâmbătă, 8 Februarie 2020

00 Feb 08

01:30hrs: I woke to the blasting noise of the ‘Hum’, involuntarily passed wind, in somehow, with difficulty, hastened bumblingly to the wet room, and the Porcelain Throne. Only barely arriving in time again!

wd 60.25.0 2 This was one of the more painful varieties of evacuation. Auto-starting and the movement flowed, well crept so slowly and hurtfully, but there was no forcing or stopping it! One had to just sit there writhing in agony until it was over! And believe me, it felt like hours before it did so! Probably just a couple of minutes, though. I go into detail, as a warning to younger folk, get your Pancreas (the whole system really) checked at the first signs of struggling or blood! I didn’t, so more fool me, too late now! But not for you whippersnappers out there! Please!

We Apologise for the interrupted broadcast – Normal Inchcock Service is now Resumed!

6Sat03Very messy, I needed a lot of cleaning and medication afterwards, but this is all to be expected nowadays. Off to the kitchen, to get the kettle on, important things first. Haha! I took the medications, then made the brew, Glenghettie Gold, an absolutely fantastic first cup of the day brew! I took a snap from the window of the morning view.

On with the updating of the Friday post. All done for 06:00hrs. I made a start on this blog, which took hours to get to this stage. Yes, Saccades Sandra and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley were both playing me up. Tsk!

5Fri017I stopped to have some brekkers. I considered delving into the giant pot of luxury Sicilian Lemon layered yoghourt.  (Rich British Cream and a zesty Sicilian lemon compote!)  but I resisted this time. Although it was a close call, I almost weakened! (Wish I had, now!)

6Sat04I opted for some Crunchy Nut flakes instead. I enjoyed them immensely, with no guilt showing up whatsoever! Washed the dish and cutlery, and was feeling tired now. But all my concentration would be needed now!

Then a right big marathon session on the WordPress Reader and the TFZer Facebooking. (In between wee-weeing and making mugs of tea. Har-har!) This took me five hours! Almost time to get my head down!

I had to go on CorelDraw then, to make up some graphic headers to use. More time lost, but I did enjoy doing it. Then went on the TFZer Facebooking. Another pleasurable, but time-consuming exercise! Midway through the graphicationalisationing, I took some shots of the sky, when I went to make a mug of tea.

6Sat09

Back to the computer, but things were not good with SAccades-Sandra. I didn’t lose any vision entirely, like yesterday, but focussing was too much of a hassle. So, I gave up, turned everything off, and checked to see if anything was on the Gogglebox worth watching. And there was!

6Sat10I got a quick nosh prepared. Got some McCains chips in the oven. Mini pork and pickle pork pies on the plate. Made up some Dagwood style wholemeal roll type sarnies, buttered with sliced tomatoes, and got the chips (fries) added.

Delicious! Wish I put more chips in the oven now. Hehe! A flavour rating of 7.4/10!

I got settled in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, grotty-gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, rescued from the tip, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That 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, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, for safe-keeping! (I still haven’t got all of the money back yet, eight-months later).

The TV viewing was interrupted severely, by my constant going into either a Thought-Storm, my acquisition of a new to me, ‘Blankness’ where I imagined what could have been, and regretted what had been, or having a few minutes kip very occasionally.

I sort of ended staring blankly at the TV screen, but the brain was not interested, it would sooner drift off into thoughts of failures, mistakes, errors and sillyosities I had committed over the years. Sleep was not an option, and I had no choice but to listen to my own mind, as it waffled on to me…

Horrible, almost sleepless night again.

Help!

Oh, I don’t know though, losing one’s marbles seems to suit me. It’s not as bad as I feared.

Inchcock Today – Fri 7 Feb 2020: A great start, but a testing latter part of the day. Oy Vey!

2020 Feb 07

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Friday 7th February 2020

Hungarian: 2020. Február 7, Csütörtök

00 Feb 07

5Fri00101:50hrs: I stumbled into a sort of imitation life, and waited a few seconds for the brain to catch me up. When it did, the short pleasant moments of vagueness and freedom from fears ended. As the cerebrum  galvanised into life, the regular first instructions on waking arrived; “You need the Porcelain Throne, now!”

So, I stumbled up out of the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner with relative ease, fell back down again, had another go at getting on my feet, and all went well this time. Off I gingerly wobbled to the wet room.

4Thu03

Sob!

Passing the picker-upper that I broke yesterday, and making a mental note that I need to get out and buy a new one today! As I limped carefully with the wooden walking stick, I thought to myself: ‘Well at least the brain seems to be working this morning!’ First thoughts and reactions can be very misleading, though. I’ve noticed this before.

WD 128.0.128 The evacuations started then stopped part-way again. I waited for nature and my innards to move things along, cause last time I energetically encouraged activity, the bleeding was terrible. To avoid a repeat, I waited patiently, and in pain, nevertheless, I still fell asleep on the Throne! Harumph! It’s not the first time I’m done it, but I haven’t for a long time now. I even had a dream, that seemed to me so vivid, I got the impression when I woke up, that I’d been dreaming for ages. But the clock told me, I’d only been in the arms of Morpheus for two minutes or so? In the dream, I was in a Courtroom, built from parts of bodies and innards as if I was in a chest or something. I was discussing and arguing with ribs, lungs etc. about why they weren’t sorting out a pact with the Neurotransmitters to get them to work again?

If they would, I offered and promised a bribe of free flowers for life amongst other things that escape me now. Back and forth the arguments went on for ages (in the nightmare), and I ended up being sentenced to life imprisonment without any cheesy potatoes! At this stage, I came back to wakefulness. I was writing down some notes before I forgot everything when I realised that ‘things’ were still half-in half-out! It nowt else, it brought me to life properly. Another few minutes past by and things did flow again and the evacuation was tortuously finished!

Well, two firsts there, dreaming on the toilet, and the most hurtful evacuation ever! I was over-the-moon when I found no bleeding had taken place. Yee-ha!

Washed and cleaned up, and limped to the kitchen. Kettle on then took the medications. Off to the computer to update the Thursday blog. I got it done around 04:00hrs. Had a brew and some bikkies and did some Pinterest uploading, then went on the WordPress reader.

Time to get the ablutions done now. Cause I want to catch the L9 bus at 09:30hrs to Arnold. To get a new picker-upperer. Costing me a fortune these are, Tsk!

Phenomenally few dropsies today. A couple of tiny nicks shaving, it was going smoothly for once. Then as I was medicating certain area in need, and I clouted my elbow on the door edge. Then the door chimes rang-out ♫ I only want to be with you ♫!

As I grabbed the thin dressing gown, I heard Jenny saying something as she let herself in. I hastened to cover my privates, not wanting to Angel to hurt herself laughing, and exited the wet room.

JennyTo find that Jenny stood there with a new picker-upper in hand for me to have! (She had read the blog and the picker-upper fiasco, and there she was helping me out again, Bless her cotton socks!) ♥. We chatted a little, and Jenny gave me good advice on certain things, and off she went. I can’t even remember if I thanked her properly, for the Godsent help, for at the end of the day, this tool became so priceless and pain-saving. (Explained later on). I thought I’d get one of the long reach ones today, from the Disability shop in Arnold, that collapse (they break in half when you fall on them, hehe!) and can be taken with me in the trolley guide when I go shopping. This one was perfect for picking up, as I found out when I tried it on a tablet! Smashing, thanks, Jenny, you truly are a comforting, faith-returning Angel! ♥

5Fri04Back to the wet room, and finished off, got dressed, and ready with a deal of alacrity, to be in time to catch the bus. I took the bags to the waste chute on the way out.

The work taking place, and giving everyone a headache, on the fire sprinklers was showing signs of advancement in the lift lobby.

WD 128.0.128 I walked out onto Chestnut Way to hobble to the bus stop for a change. Where many residents were waiting, Mary, Shirley, Christine, and others, with Malcolm in Newsreader-form. It seems that last night, Winwood Heights had had a fire in one of the flats, and the bloke in flat below, got flooded, he has no power, his cooker, fridge, etcetera are now useless! Carpets destroyed. The discussion that I listened to, was about who does he claim off of, his own insurance, the Fire Department or Nottingham City Homes. By gum, when money is mentioned, the atmosphere got heated! Hehehe!

5Fri05The sun was bright, but it was bitterly cold, I was glad when the bus arrived. As I got settled in the side-saddle seat, I noticed how white and pale the hands looked? Either the carbolic soap had increased in strength, or I’d died and nobody told me! Hahaha! Colin Cramps started in that hand at the same time. Tsk!

5Fri06I looked up and noticed how deep in thought, and Russian-Romanian looking, Mary was. I sneaked this surprisingly decent snap of her.

Most folks got off in Sherwood. Margaret and I tried a conversation en route to Arnold, but it was farcical, with us both being on the deaf side.

5Fri007cWD 128.0.128 We dropped off on Front Street. I walked with Mary as far as the Iceland store, and I accidentally bumped my trolley into Mary’s, twice! This did not please the gal, oh, dearie me! Trouble ‘t Mill!

I went into the store and said my farewells to Mary. The damned shop didn’t have any of the tinned new potatoes in stock. Tsk! Worra let down! They did have the pork & pickle pies, Truffle chips and Wholemeal sliced rolls, which I purchased.

5Fri16WD 128.0.128 Paid, and went to the Mobility shop to get a long reach picker-upperer. So very-most irking. Agravannoying! Flanglemanglingly-Frenetically-Frustrating! They didn’t have any in stock! The lady joyfully told me they will have some in next week. Huh! That was disappointing! It proves the value of befriending Jenny and her wonderful help in donating the picker-upperer earlier. Thus saving me struggling! ♥

5Fri08Off to the Futltons Food shop. Found another type of Tuna for Josie, and got a bottle of sterilised milk.

Twenty-five minutes before the bus was due, so 5Fri017I nipped across the road to the Asda (Walmart) store. I bought: Gravy granules, lemon yoghourts, including a large pot of Sicilian Lemon Layered type. Bit of a luxury. A can of chilli-con-carne, and mushrooms.

5Fri09Out in the heatless sunshine onto Front Street and to the bus stop. No signs of Mary? As I stood there waiting, Mary arrived, telling me she was going to Asda and will catch the bus later at the back of the store.

5Fri10So, I waited and caught the bus and as it went on its circuitous route, the brain seemed to go into one of its vacuous-moments. I may well have fallen asleep, though. Either way, I was shaken out of it, by the driver papping his horn.

A car transporter was blocking the road. Parked right on the corner! The driver radioed in about it. The lorry did not move and the driver of the transporter seemed uninterested. Eventually, the L9’s driver skilfully, but dangerously had to drive on the grass to get us by! Well done, Sir! Mary did not get on the bus in Arnold.

5Fri12Back at the flats, I had a job getting up on my feet to get of the bus. (Arthur Itis’s knees) The driver was patient with me. Once up and on the move, things improved with the knees, and I took a photo of the Chestnut Tree, on Chestnut Walk outside Winwood Court. The light-giving, 5Fri11but gelid sun seemed to be getting brighter now. I arrived at the Woodthorpe Court entrance and took this shot. I thought at this time, of the fire last night, and the good fortune that it was at nighttime. For sure, the emergency services 5Fri13would have difficulty in finding anywhere to park, not that it would have been easy in the day either really.

I had a visit from Shaking Shaun, that lasted for a few hours, but it wasn’t too severe and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley did not join in.

I got the jammies on, and did the handwashing, while the oven chips cooked. I checked to see if any details of last night’s fire were in the news, but as usual, nothing was mentioned. It wasn’t even on the Fire Brigade’s ‘Incident list’? Although there were four false alarms at the flats on it, three of them from the workmen accidentally setting off the alarm. It doesn’t show much confidence in the Fire Sprinklers reliability when they eventually get finished and working, does it?

5Fri14I made up some wholemeal rolls, buttered, added cooked slices, and thickly cut black Ibera tomatoes, salted them. Then I added the truffle-chips to the tray. A pot of lemon yoghourt for afters, and got settled in the £300, second-hand recliner to digest the fodder.

WD 128.0.128 Again, the third day on the trot, I got disturbed as I took the first bite! Not the telephone this time, but the door chimes ringing out! I took a while in getting to the door, making sure the food tray was firmly placed so it didn’t fall off of the chair, grabbed the stick and poddled to the door. Nobody was there? Mmm!

WDP 1LcWD 128.0.128 Back to the chair, and talk about bad-timing… The autonomic nerves in the hand and fingers failed at the very moment I foolishly used my right hand to pick up the tray of food! I think I retrieved all of the chips, that had spread in the folds of my stomach, the creases in the chair, the carpet and one even fell right into my drink of orange juice on the Ottoman! The search for and cleaning up of the tomatoes, beef, roll crumbs, smudges of butter and yoghourt took me ages!

WDP 1LbWD 128.0.128 Picking up and sorting things out, was sop painful! Especially the repeatedly having to get down and back up to clean the butter marks and pressed in crumbs where I’d stood on some. Now I had Anne Gyna and Hernia Henry giving me grief as well! I really felt sorry for myself! Hehehe! Thank the Heavens that Jenny had given me that picker upperer! Her caring actions had saved the day again, for sure! ♥

WDPright05So, no nosh tonight then! I did have some biscuits to nibble, mindful that Duodenal Donald might kick-off as well if I didn’t eat something. I don’t think I could have coped if he’d joined in with the others at the same time. Then I realised I had not taken the medications, so I did!

I finally got resettled in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, horrendously gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, repaired-repeatedly, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

But as for getting to sleep? Huh!

What an odd day!

Inchcock (In brief): Wednesday 5th February 2020: Gruelling-Grombling-Garblisations!

2020 Feb 05

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Wednesday 5th February 2020

Swedish: Onsdagen 5 Februari 2020

00 Feb 06

WD 150.0.100 01:15hrs: I woke with the mind doing ut own thing again, and I genuinely feared the worst. Yet, within a few minutes, I was battling out of the £300 second-hand recliner, had urged and forced my misshaped, wobbly mass of a body onto its feet, and did few moves, bends and wriggles to test out the ailments, and was in recent form, I thought, anyway.

Arthur Itis and Saccades-Sandra apart. All the other indispositions, discombobulations ailments and infirmities, were friendly and calm with me. Naturally, this did not last for too long. AS I moved towards the kitchen, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. (Back to normal, which is not a bad thing). So, I diverted, and within about ten paces, I was in the wet room. Bearing in mind yesterdays farcical Whoopsiedangleplop, I made sure that the stick was not left anywhere I trip over it, this time.

3Wed05The evacuation almost had me cheering! It was that good! Not too big, not painful at all! And hardly any effort needed. No getting half-way and needing painful encouragement. And not messy! As I stood to do the necessary ‘paperwork’, I found there was no bleeding from the rear either!

WD 150.0.100 Then I saw the drips of blood on the floor. I knew straight away, it had to be from Little Inchies fungal lesion, and it was. Heck of a state to medicate and clean.

To the kitchen and took some Moon photos.

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3Wed07I made some tea and took the medications. Then got the updating of the blog done. The saving was failing a few times, but this time, I thought it might be a WordPress problem? The updating took ages, mostly through having to keep stopping for Saccases-Sandra to clear. Many hours after starting, I got it finished. Phew!

08:00hrs, I went on the WordPress Reader. Then on the TFZer Facebooking. Time is my most significant bother nowadays. It takes so long to get anything done, my lack of mobility, the Neurotransmitters dying, the brain struggles to hold information, and physical activity takes so much time and is painful sometimes. The mind and body are reaching my capability and copeability level methinks.

After which, I spent many more hours on graphicationalising. Everything was taking so long to get done, with Sandra playing up, but at least the Fungal lesion didn’t open up again.

Eventually, I got started on this post. The time flew by. I went to see Josie, to check with her that she would like the Tuna with Coronation mayonnaise. But she was not in. I did some more graphicalisationing.

I ought to get the ablutions done, it’ so late now, head-down time is due.

I’d been doing the bit of cooking needed in-between computer work while Sandra was in a bad mood with me. The day has magically almost gone?

3Wed06I turned everything off and got the ablutions tended to. I called on Josie again first, while I’d got clothes on. No answer again.

The legs looked a bit different again, but not bad at all. I decided to stop and get the handwashing done first, then I can Josie again before getting the ablutions done. The washing completed, and off to the wet room. Called on Josie, no luck.

3Wed08The ablutions produced many dropsies. No proper Whoopsies, though. Another call on Josie, no luck. I checked on the Special tomatoes. I shan’t be eating them today.

Then got another silly idea, I could order some saucepans from Amazon. So I did. Coming tomorrow. So, another day indoors.

Got the nosh prepared and served up. I got settled in the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, got the TV on.

As I was taking the first fork of food, the phone flashed into life. Unbelievable, the times this happens!
It was the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital. A very kind lady, asking about my problems, questioning me on various things, in an effort to understand why Warfarin levels were so unsteady. It was lovely to have someone to talk to about medical issues. Especially being as pleasant and patient with me as this lady was. The conversation kept getting broken up by my having to ask her to repeat things I didn’t pick-up, again she was alright and unbothered by this. Bless Her! She will send me an Email with her address on, so I have it and can message her with the results of the Doctors meeting and any changes of importance. I felt honoured and well cared for.

3Wed10aBack to the stone-cold meal, not that there was much to harm. Only the mushrooms, garden peas and potatoes were heated anyway.

Although cold, I still enjoyed it. Smashing! A taste rating of 8/10. Perhaps the joy of speaking to someone who understood and sympathised had put me on a high? But sleep was again late in coming, although the Thought-Storms kept off.