Inchcocksi – Sun 9 Feb 2020: Storm Ciara left her mark in the flat. Egregiousnesses day!

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Sunday 9th February 2020

Italiano: Domenica 9 Febbraio 2020

00 Feb 09

WDP 003lWD 0.0.255 01:10hrs: I can’t claim to have woken up this morning cause all I did was repeatedly have a couple of minutes nod-off, woke, mused, and did it again, and again, and aga…, well, you get the picture. Another almost sleepless night! Thus, I am not up to much this morning. Not that I am on many mornings. Haha!

I dismounted the grossly uncomfortable, £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, only Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were any hassle, up to now. No Dizzy Dennis or Duodenal Donald bother.

5Fri03WD 0.0.255A As I grabbed the stick and gingerly made my way to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), I knocked some stuff off of the Ottoman. The wee-wee was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) standard. But a warm feeling of appreciation for and off Jenny’s perfect saving gift of the picker-upperer blossomed, and after the leak, retrieving the fallen things was easy-peasy!

As I limped to the kitchen, Saccades Sandra played up, and I almost dropped the bucket. But it only lasted a few seconds, thankfully. But losing vision for any length of time is scary! I got the kettle on.

As I bleached and cleaned the GPWWB, I pondered on what I need to tell the Doctor about on Wednesday’s visit to the surgery. The Saccades, the falls, my sleep deprivation, the dizzies, the Warfarin, the memory-loss… so much to remember, I must write it down later. Mustn’t forget the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, who left me with no medications for five days last month! That’ll make her day, and me very popular, I bet! Oh, dearie me! Hehe!

7Sun05Come think of it, I’ll just check to see how many blisters of tablets are left to use. Back in a bit.

I’m back. Only three days of tablets left in the blister pack!

But just as worrying, on a close look at the label, these tablets, that were delivered five days late by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, on about 5th February. They have the date of 27/12/2019 printed on the ticket of all four blister-packs!

Am I missing something here? Are Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA losing it as well as me? I’d better start asking around so I can change chemist for getting my prescriptions. See who the others use and what they are like. Although I have heard complaints about Boots and Lloyds locally. Oh, dear, all confused again now, and the day hasn’t started yet – and I have Josie’s meal to sort out…

WDPh 01WD 0.0.255 I’m getting myself in a pickle, a panic-attack? Head is spinning, Anne Gyna suddenly giving me proper gip! Dizzy Dennis and a sort of ‘out-of-it’ sensation for half an hour or so. Sweating. I sat down, and did nothing, apart from fretting and worrying as a thought Storm Ciara began. Yet, for these few minutes of mental confusion, I still heard the Hum.

7Sun03Then as I was coming back to reality, that’s not the word, but still, the howling winds of the start of storm Ciara reached us, there was an unbelievably loud gale, I thought I’d take a photo, not that you can picture wind, but still, I snapped a shot in Night Landscape mode. It was as if the funny turn had not happened, I felt placidly chirpy in myself! I did struggle when I opened the window, though, took all my limited strength to stop the thing rattling against the inner recess wall.

This decided me, no more external photos to be taken from the window again, at least until Ciara had finished with us.

Now I was perplexed even further. I discovered I’m made the tea and drank it, and the mug was in the washing up bowl? But can’t remember doing so.

Anyway, I made another brew of Glenghettie tea, and it tasted so good. This may have been because I’d just come out of a funny-turn? Dizzy Dennis had cleared, Duodenal Donald got far less bothersome, only Anne Gyna was still at me with venom she’s not used for months. I took the medications. A demand, from the suddenly erupting innards for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised, quickly arrived! I made a wobbly, but hasty rush to the wet room.

WDP 10R02WD 0.0.255 Well, this session soon brought my spirits back down! It was horrible, sat there, in agony with trying to pass from the rear, with Anne Gyna stabbing at my torso repeatedly. It was even a longer session than the last one, and positively more painful! Phuff! I got cleaned up and medicated. At least there was only a little blood from Little Inchy and the rear end. Must cling to the good things!

To the accompaniment of Storm Ciara’s gales outside, I got on the computer and sat quietly for a moment reflecting on the day so far. It’s been a cracker up to now. Highs and lows intermingling. I started of on CorelDraw to do a page top graphic for today, Sunday’s blog. It took me far too long, and Anne Gyna was not easing off yet.

I got the graphic done and took one extra ramipril hypertension, capsule. I might ask Dr Vindla is she might again prescribe me some Nitroglycerin, as it comes as a sublingual tablet to take under the tongue. Although I seem to recollect, there was some reason for her taking me off of them a few years ago?

I needed the graphic for this post, and uploaded it, then started to write the blog, and realised I had not updated yesterdays (Saturdays) yet! Boy, am I in a state today! So, I got on with doing so. Poor old thing, what next to try and test this old befuddled brain of mine?

So I got the post updating done! Then went on the TFZer Facebooking page. Then the WordPress Reader section.

Got the ablutions tended to. So many dropsies, it’s impossible to remember them all. Humph!

7Sun06I made up and took the five black bags to the rubbish chute.

Then back to get wrapped up, ready to go to the Winwood Court, to take some photographicalisations. The timing should enable me to have an hour or so for the trip, which will mean I can get back in time but may have to rush a bit, to get Josie’s meal cooked in time.

There is a pictorial story of today’s trip to Winwood Court:

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For the first time ever, I met someone in the top lounge. A new resident in Winwood and his visiting son. We had a chinwag, it was nice to talk to someone on a Sunday. The lad was playing some Vera Lynne music on the record player, lovely! I went out to take the photos above, but dare not venture too far, or the wind would have had me off the roof!

I came back in, and found I had taken a little longer than planned (Nattering? Hehe!) So I got in the elevator and back down and to Woodthorpe Court, camera at the ready.

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I got to the postage-stamp-sized apartment and spotted the glass bottles I’d meant to take with me. So down again to the recycling bin with them.

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I got to the lift, and as usual, if I am wanting the elevator on the twelfth floor, both cages will be on the ground floor, visa-versa, and they will be on high levels! Tsk! Every time!

I got in the flat and started on my neighbour’s Sunday meal. The mobile came to life, it was Sister Jane, but the connection was very broken, she could obviously not hear me, cause Jane persisted talking and I could not make out anything she was saying, a moment later, the connection cut out. I’ll rig her 7Sun30back after I’ve delivered Josie’s nosh. I made battered cod, mushrooms, garden peas, tomatoes, Marmite and a Babybell mini cheese, the Coronation Mayonaisse Tuna, and some cheesy-buttery potato mash, I know she likes that the way I do it. Cause she told me so. Haha!

I got it delivered a couple of minutes before midday. With a lemon yoghourt and can of pink gin & tonic for the gal.

I wished her happy eating and back to get the washing up done. All that Red Leicester cheese and Lurpak butter, just don’t want to leave the mixing bowl, fork or spoon, does it! Frogglemoths!

I got on with putting the photographs on this blog. Then as I was putting the braised beef and onion gravy in the pan to cook, Storm Ciara got a bit nastier, and the rain had come through the windows and frames of the new unwanted balcony, the slats were soaked through, and by the time I’d taken these phots’s, I was also soaked through! Cholericalisations!

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The wind was making the raindrops ping against the glass, the balcony door was letting in the water too! The chap in the luxury lounge on Winwood Court’s rooftop, told me they expect the rain and windy storm to last for three days? Oh, heck!

WDP10L04RL7Sun40WD 0.0.255 After drying myself off, I thought I could smell burning. Panic-Defcon-Two Engaged! I shot into the kitchen, but everything seemed okay, then I realised my Accifauxpa! I’d turned on the wrong hob, and one of the new saucepans, with nothing in it, was emitting a fair amount of steam! I got some water in it and let it cool down. I don’t know yet if the last rites will be needed. Crabs and Grobblecraps – Dangwangling
Dangwangles, damn and blast!

6Sat05I got the beef cooking in the proper pan this time. Fed-up? Me? I was so tired now, I thought I may have difficulty in keeping awake to eat the ‘feast on a tray!

I’d put of the Sicilian Extra Special West Country yoghourt in a dish to have for afters. Fearing it might be too sweet, but the only way to find out was to eat it. Hehe!

I got my casserole braised beef done. After the meat was cooked, everything else was by then well-overcooked. I hate myself at times! I got it laid out on the tray, and boy the casserole looked good, and it smelt great. This overcooking stuff and it turns out alright seems to suit me down to the ground. It was all delicious!

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I wallowed in the flavour and falling asleep was forgotten about while I was eating it, all of it, up! Taste Rating 9.25/10! I even got the gravy right! The dessert was not too sweet at all, tangy, zesty tasting with loads of cream. Mmm!

 I got the things in the washing up bowl to soak, took the medications and settled down perched on the second-hand, on-its-last-legs recliner, now in search of some shut-eye!

WD 0.0.255 The imperative of watching some TV was, I thought, guaranteed to send me off into the land of nod. But No! The Freeview had more channels off than on-air; 60% of those still showing were pixelating and with crackling noises, and even the rest of the channels kept going warped on and off! I ended up after a deal of faffing about, with only channels 81 and 47 being watchable. However, at least channel 47 had some Ramsay Nightmare Kitchens for me to view, and these are usually assured of sending me off to kip. But No!

WD 0.0.255 For the door chimes chirped – I thought it might be the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, who left me with no medications for five days last month, actually delivering the medicines on time. Hahaha… what a pratt! I struggled limpingly to the door. It was a bloke asking for Jennifer? I told him the situation, but could not help him with a Jennifer. I wondered if he had got the wrong Court, and he looked bemused. I explained about the confusing set up here that there is Winchester Court at the start of the complex, then the Extra-Care Winwood Court in between Winchester Court and this one at the end, Woodthorpe Court. They are collectively called Winwood Heights! An understanding frown creased his forehead. I think he needed the Extra Care Winwood Court. He thanked me, and off he trudged.

Back to my recliner, to watch some Ramsay rubbish. But No! I was soon off into the blessed slumberland… but not for long!

WD 0.0.255 ♫ “I only want to be with you! ♫ Chimed out, repeatedly! I was struggling to get out of the recliner, and it took me ages to get Arthur Itis to free his knees so I could hobble to answer the door. There was no let-up on the ♫ “I only want to be with you! ♫ Chimings. Someone was desperate to wake me up and get a hold of me? Finally, I got to the door. It was Josie, returning the meal tray and things. She handed me a dish of green salad. Bless her, the times I’ve asked her not to call late makes no difference at all. But no animosity was stirred. Like when she forgets to tell me she is going out with her Sister and lets me make a meal for her, then worry about if Josie is inside poorly or not, she had forgotten about my asking her not to call late again.

WDP 4LBut hey, how could I take umbrage at this, when I’m not exactly a good rememberer myself, and get just as confused as Josie does? No problem! I was a little irked at being woken up again, mind, but it can’t be helped with us old folk and our mutual forgetfulness, and obliviousness moments.

Back into the recliner. Although, as tired as I was, sleep once more resisted me. Gawd knows when I eventually got into the land of slumber. But I woke up feeling shattered!

Sweet Morpheous, where art thou? Hahaha!

TTFNski.

Inchcock on Sunday 27th October 2019:

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Sunday 27th October 2019

Greek: Κυριακή 27 Οκτωβρίου 2019

Oct 27

00:10hrs: Woke for once, not needing a heavy-duty visit to the wet-room as my first task. But a wee-wee, yes! (Yet). I dismounted the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner, got my balance, then the four-pronged-stick, and took the few paces to the EGPB (Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket), for a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee.

Off to the kitchen, washed the hands, and took the morning medications. Then needed another wee-wee, this time of the ELPJL (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) variety. Took the EGPB to empty and sanitise.

wdp02LeftThen got the computer on, and went on the WordPress Reader. But within minutes, another wee-wee, back to the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. Followed ten minutes later by a WYSAO (Weak-Yet-Spraying-All-Over) wee-wee. Variety is the spice of life!

Got this post started, then did the updating of the Saturday blog.

Worryingly, it is a weekend, and Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet is as fast as it has been all week! Of course, this is not saying much, cause it was still slow! And early in the day too. Many users will be drunk yet, so I’ll know when they recover and get on the web, if it dies on me again, like every single one of the last three weekends, and two days during the week gone!

The thirst I’ve had on me this week is just as bad. As is the wee-weeing. During doing the updating of the Saturday post, not many photos, and the fingers were not playing up much, so it only took a couple of hours so. The mugs of tea must have been four, and the wee-wees five, I reckon. Every one different. I’m not kidding! UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee), ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent), RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying), ELPJL (Extra-Long-Powerful-Jet-Like) and the last one of the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) style! I feel worn-out! Hehe!

I got the post sent off, and visited the WordPress Reader section, not a lot on it today, but, off course, it’s early yet. Off for yet another RWPS wee-wee, and made a brew.

WD 60.25.0 Then after making the brew, off to the Porcelain Throne in such a sudden hurry, I nearly tripped over the four-pronged walking stick, Huh! Saly for me, it was another messy performance. I’m glad I’ve got plenty of toilet rolls and antiseptic disinfectant in stock! It took me a while, and some effort to clean things up after the event. For even it was! I thought things had gone as they have been doing, everything over quickly. But, oh, no! I went through three separate evacuations one after the other! Each time using the tissue roll, thinking that was that. How the plumbing coped with getting rid of things, was amazing! This, and the wee-wee, thirst situation was not all bad, mind.

WDPH01LIt seems to have fooled Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and even to a lesser degree, Peripheral Neuralgia Nigel, for all three were being far less bothersome than they have been the last few days!  Mind you, certain areas behind are getting very sore and tender now, with Haemorrhoid Harold just now, starting to give me a bit of bother, I’ll put some cream on. Off to the wet room.

WDP 08L01WD 60.25.0 Oh, dearie me, and my big gob! I got in the room and dropped the jammie-bottoms, cleaned things, dried things and was about to get the tube of hydrocortisone butyrate 2.5%, and saw blood trickling down the leg, and on my hands! Harold’s Haemorrhoids were pouring it out! I spent a long time getting the hæmoglobin to stop. The waste basket looked like a bin in the hospital operating theatre after an operation. Hehehe!  After what seemed an aeon or so, I got around to doing Harold’s problem, and I’ve never had this cream sting before, but it did today! 

WDP09L WD 60.25.0 Then I needed yet another wee-wee, so used the porcelain pan. It was of the URPM (Ultra-Resistant-Painful-Mode), and barely a sprinkle or two. But, it was such a bright yellow colour, and so thick, it floated on top of the water in the bowl! Yes, another infection! It always happens at the weekend, dunnit? I’ll ask the drop-dead gorgeous Polish phlebotomy nurse on Monday, to phone the doctor for me. I hope Dr Vindla will send a prescription electronically to the chemist for me. I assume it will be the antibiotics again. Still, this explains my thirst and persistent wee-weeing.

With my now extremely-tender and sore bottom, I returned to the computer to make a start on this blog.

Then, amidst many interruptions for wee-wees and making a brew, I got the blog as far as here, about four hours later.

WDPright02WD 60.25.0 I got Josie’s noshing requirements and had some Biscuits and another cuppa. Dropping may items as I went along. Spit! The hands and finger nerves were losing touch sense far too often for my liking, now. But, as the Doctor said, there is nothing that can be done about it! At least it was in short sessions.

WDPright04I got Josie’s umami-cheesy potato meal finished, and delivered it to her door, dead-on-time again, at 12:00hrs. She liked the look of it, but the photo I took of the meal, formed part of the ‘Mystery’ of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, and somehow escaped from the camera SD card? (Snafued again!)

Here are some of the items that ‘dropsied’ on me.

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After a little natter with Josie, (I did not want her cheesy potatoes, mushroom or petit pois to get cold), or the can of Jack Daniels to get warm. I wish her all the best and returned to the tatty, untidy, icy, flat, for yet another Porcelain visit and wee-wee.

WDP 01b rightWD 60.25.0I had to do the ablutions, with more dropsies happening, and the distinctly unpalatable aroma lingering from the Throne session! Hehe! The worst one was the showerhead, it landed right on my toe! But I didn’t swear. (Lie-Mode-Adopted!) There was the toothpaste, toothbrush, flannel and razors that did repeat performances of the dropsies, as well as these ‘Specials’ photographed afterwards.

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I got dressed, no socks on, not that I was scared of the sock-glide or anything like that, of course. (Lie-Mode-Still-Engaged!).

7Sun12As it was not raining, I decided to visit the Winwood Court rooftop, to take some snaps. All prepared, wrapped up well (but no socks on of course), and I set out, taking the black bags to the waste-chute en route.

Down and along the link-corridor into the Winwood Court lobby area. I could hear voices coming from the big room, so some of the clan were out socialising.

7Sun16Up in the lift to the third floor, and had a nosey out of the elevator door, taking a photograph of the view to my left. I also made a picture to my right, but that one even ended up as part of the Mysteries of Winwood Heights, 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! As that shot also disappeared from the camera card!

3Wed12aRooftop floor and out into the amazingly practical Winwood Court restroom and fully equipped kitchen. (It’s no use being jealous!) Where, for the first time, I met someone. It was not a resident, but a prospective client lady up there with daughter in the toilet and the lady waiting for her. She had come to view the place and decide if she wanted to move in or not. I had a welcoming natter with her, and she warned me of the high-winds out on the Al Fresco area. We both had three-wheel-walkers with us, and we laughed about if she did move into Winwood Court. Joking about our both setting up a jet-wash service for people returning home with mud and detritus covered walker-wheels, and we could become partners in a new Walker-wheel-cleaning service. Hehe!

I went out into the roof, and the gal was right, it was a bit nippy, so I didn’t stay long, and was soon back indoors, after taking a few pictures.

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The ladies daughter was just emerging from the WC. And I wished her a good day and hoped she will decide to move in.

Down the lift, and met Roy, having a rest on the foyer settee. I offered him the nibble bag from the trolley, and at first, he declined. I reminded him that he was a wife called Angela, who might want a nibble! Hehehe! He picked out a Penguin bar for her as he laughed!

Back to the apartment, the oh so cold flat, compared to the comforting warmth of new Winwood Court.

7Sun17WDP 10LWD 60.25.0 Got my nosh sorted out. Put the rice in the saucepan, added the machine double-cross-sliced tomatoes, peas, basil and mushrooms, and what I thought was a packet of Hoisin sauce, and cooked them all together, continually stirring the mixture. For some reason, it looked and tasted wrong, compared to the last similar dish I had of this. I soon realised I had put in a packet of the black bean sauce by mistake! Not very good at all, but I still ate the lot. I also forgot to put in the frankfurters! A flavour-rating of only 4/10 could be given. A most disappointing effort. Spit! I was really-hungry as well!

Did some more pot washing, and settled into the recliner, turned on the TV, and hoped for sleep! Fool!