Inchcock's Day: Friday 23rd April 2021 - A few cogitabund moments today

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Friday 23rd April 2021

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 23ain Ebrill 2021

02:50hrs: I stirred after a decent four-hour kip, and the thoughts turned to last night's water leak - 'Would there be any in the flat?'

I fumbled and bumbled my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner. and went to check in the kitchen... 'Phew, no signs of any leaks!'

Relieved, I relieved my self in the wee-wee bucket—a somewhat forceful flow, but with no pre or post-micturition dribblings. So, I'd had two bits of early awakening good luck? However, with my record of Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and self-inflicted injuries, I remained in my regular expect-anything, cautionary-status mode! No signs of any Smug-Modes, yet.

Whoopsiedangleplop: Ah, the call came from the innards, so, off to the Porcelain Throne. Grobbleclangs, that was a tough session. Rock-solid congealed meatballs and more of the mucus-covered blood followed. Heck of a job to get things started, probably what caused the bleeding? 

Confused: I'll have to consider going off the constipation pills and back on the poo softener Dioctyl capsule; I'll make a brew and take on now with the morning medications. Better sake than sorry, not that know if this is a good idea or not... Oh, heck, back into an unenthused, undecided mode!

I took the meds and got on with updating the Thursday Blogger post. Which brought me several hours, having to use the notes I'd made, with little actual memory to guide me. Poor old thing!

Whoopsiedangleplop: I got it finished, despite Google Bloggers determination to change the layout, found, and colours. I had to leave some fonts misaligned and in Times font instead of this Hepta Slab, the one that I like so. Feeling peed-off is putting it lightly! Grumph! 

I emailed the link off. Then went on Facebooking with the TFZ and Winwood Court sites. Then, I got some potatoes sliced, chopped and seasoned with sea salt and black pepper and got them in the Crock-pot, cooking on the lowest setting. I've got a fancy for potatoes reborn within me nowadays?

I got the Health Checks done. Another row of in-the-green results on the SIA, DIA, and Pulse! 

I made another brew of tea, this time a delightful mug of Co-op 99 brand. And snapped a photo of the view from the kitchenette window, with the sunshine rising from behind.

Got around to making an order from Iceland for delivery next Wednesday morning between 06:00 to 08:00hrs.

I investigated the incoming comments; there was only one from Billum of Ohio, the Associate Professor of the RCMA Red Car Monitoring, Assessment (Financial Donations Accepted) and  Author of the Personal Problems of a confusing nature, Uncle Bill's column. 

I thought I heard a noise like running water, and I thought this was as good a time to panic as any... So I did! 

The thought of floodwater coming down from above, I rushed, well, hobbled niftily to the airing cupboard to check about again for any water...

Whoopsiedangleplop: There was no water felt when I put my hand onto the clothing. Phew!  There was a slight hint of a smile coming on as I withdrew my arms from the cupboard: Then I caught the right elbow and scraped it along the ends of the two blunk overly-long screw-heads, cleverly used when the place was upgraded.

Accifauxpas: I got many mini-electric shocks, more than pain; I didn't half jump, so much that it started Cartilage Cathy of aching!

The elbow almost immediately turned to a purple come blue/red colouring. Within minutes, I put some Germolene cream on it and made a mug of Thompsons Punjana.

When I got back on the computer, the elbow looked like nothing had happened, apart from two tiny scratch bubbles? I continued with the damned font and format changing Blogger, and the landline burst forth.

It was Sister Jane with hubby Pete (listening in the background), probably recording the conversation; so that the chaetophorous pickpocket and lock-breaker can blackmail me or win a bet at a later date, I should wonder. Hehehe!.

We had an excellent chinwagging session. I was told off a few times, and we reminisced somewhat. She going back for them to look at her eye again in a fortnight.

I got the ablutions done, all went extremely well again, apart from when I had to use the electrocuted right elbow joint. Haha! I was about to get the camera to take a shot of the much-improved elbow and ankle, and the intercom went off. It was Matron Julie arriving, bless her. I had to rush like I hadn't done for months, to get some clothes on before she came up to the flat - only just made it in time!

She had come to sort out the medications, so things were ready for the Medication Crew. She told me they were due next Monday at 11:30hrs.

Jackie really looked after me then, even more. She sorted the medicine box's/tubs. She brought some medications that I was short of, arranged a box to use until they arrive. 

She even tried to help to get the new non-working battery-powered automatic can-opener to work, but with no luck. ♥ 

When she left, the usual touch of sadness dawned.

I had a quick look at the local Enewsletter for owt fascinating.

The Coronavirus figures were a bit more encouraging, mind you! 

The weariness is falling on me again, drained mentally. The tremendous help given to me by Marton Julie today; is much appreciated. All the sorting with the various health departments and chemist - Bless you, gal. Thanks ♥ 

Now to get something to eat. After three late nights (for me), I need some sleep.

I satisfied my phagomania with this plate of fodder on the right.

I had all those garden peas, thanks to Matron Julie, by the way. When we both failed to get the Amazon electric can opener to work, she opened a can with the old difficult for me to use, hand-operated opener for me to heat and eat later. What an Angel! ♥

I had the last of the Iceland Wholemeal 'Soft' Pitta Bread and filled the two slices with the pork and mushroom pate. The spuds were tasty, the shallots tangy, and the tomatoes were okay—a deserved Taste-Rating of 8/10.

With a sense of being pampered, helped, not scorned at or put down, and really being cared for, Sweet Morpheus arrived early, and I was soon in the land of nod. And for six hours! Grrreat!

Inchcock's Day: Thursday 22nd April 2021

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♥ Lovely TFZer Lona ♥

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Thursday 22nd April 2021

יום חמישי 22 באפריל 2021 - Hebrew

01:00hrs: Woke, wrestled out of the c1968 recliner, and hobbled over to utilise the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), taking a weak wee-wee of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) fashion. But it still managed a little post-micturition after dribbling!

The brain was slowly kicking into action now. But a smidge on the wayward side, with it.

I found myself in the kitchen and getting a bag of potatoes out of the cupboard. Having no idea what had taken place in the minutes between having a wee-wee and opening the cupboard door... well, I did notice that I'd put the kettle on.

I felt the itching from the right ankle starting off, and I took a photo of it. But it didn't look inflamed at all. In fact, it was a lot less vivid than it did last night? 

Funny how it constantly changes from one day to the next lately. Maybe the PN affects things?

I eventually made the brew of Glengettie and then took this picture of the morning view with the Canon camera. Somehow, I got a different picture ratio... clever stuff... but not intended, and I don't know how the heck I managed to do it. Rather sad, really, innit? I have never been precisely good at mechanical and electrical stuff, but I'm just baffled and confused with it nowadays.

Whoopsiedangleplop: I got the morning medications taken and set about getting the Health Checks done. Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters have been kind to me over the last two days, generally. Giving me only a few attacks... but what it did next was amazing and for the first time ever; as I was plugging in the lead to the Boot's Sphygmomanometer, the right arm shot straight forwards, and the machine was sent right over the room! 

(On all previous electrical impulses, the arm has gone upwards, not out in front. I embarrassingly recall hitting a nurse on the chin the first time it happened as she was taking my blood in the stroke ward, funny now, but not at the time) Sorry, I'm waffling again, back to the point.

Well-I-Never! The significant bit was that the BP machine landed on the recliner, right between a cushion and the folded quilt! No damage at all! And the connector was undamaged and still worked. I think I just used up all my luck for the day there? 

The photos came out in a different ratio again. But, just look at the readings above, good stuff result-wise... well, better than it has been anyway! Still in the red, naturally.

Off to the wet room I trudged, and onto the Porcelain Throne. There was no movement, although I did feel the pressure of the product wanting to come... I had a go at the crossword puzzle, but I didn't get anywhere with that, so I read some of a Clarkson book. Eventually, the flow began; fair enough, it needed some painful input from me to keep things moving.

Whoopsiedangleplop - Accifauxpas: It was a terribly testing evacuation, and it turned out to be of the black meatball variety. Funked awful, too! The only genuine concern was the bleeding from the rear-end. Mucusy-covered blood, that's the best way I can describe it. Not that there was a lot of it, but more than usual. And, a lot lighter red this time? If this happens again, I'll have to see the Doctor about it.

I got the Wednesday blog finished and sent off. Emailed the links and went on Facebooking - put some photos in the albums, visited the TFZers and Winwood Heights pages. 

Whoopsiedangleplop I went to make a brew of Co-op 99 tea, and I took this photo with the Canon camera. It came out in the odd shape again. What have I done wrong? I've used the Auto-option, so it should be back at the usual wide ratio? Humph!

I made the mug of tea and thought about having some biscuits but decided not to, as I've been getting more blubbery every day!

I made up this template and carried on working on it. 

Oddly, I haven't heard any of the strange noises from above this morning... yet!

I went to make another brew, Thompsons Punjana, this time. And noticed the red part-moon showing. I used the Kodak camera this time; at least this one is better at night shots and keeps its picture ratio. A decent photo, I thought. So, I put it on here in extra-large to show off a smidge. Hehehe!

As I was about to have some biscuits with my tea, the tingling from the old ankle ulcer got much worse. Almost like mini-electric shocks from under the skin?

Mind you, there was no pain, and the itching was far less than it has been.

After my two caramelised bikkies and tea drinking, I had to get the ablutions sorted out. I'm looking forward to a good shower and scrub-up!

I got side-tracked again; I'm very adept, skilled at getting deviated lately, you know. 

• Mayhaps due to the advancement of my senility? 

• My state of bafflement?

• My confused brain, that's been battered and bamboozled over the years?

• Perhaps the PN is the cause for not getting the messages to the brain?

• But just old age? I imagine, combined with lack of education, absolute failure in life,  and my singular habit of getting things wrong?

I went on the balcony to take this shot above(For Billum of Ohio) of the end car park.

After tripping over the floor ledge, coming back in (No damage or injuries), I eventually got to the wet room and started the freshening up process.

Things went pretty good. Admittedly, there were far too many dropsies, but that's Peripheral Pete and Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters for you. The exercise U got in picking them up did me no harm (Much!). Anyway, I'd left Jenny's picker-upperer in the hallway. Tsk! 

The shaving went well, only one nick in the neck! And the showering had no dizzies, tumbles or bangs involved! 

Smug-Status-Adopted!

When doing the medicating, I tried, with difficulty, to rub some Clobetasone cream into the ankle ulcer area. 

Even though it was calm enough, with no signs of phoenigm. Although some of the ankle and feet looked like they were browning. Hehehe!

Whoopsiedangleplop Several hours of confused mistake-correcting while working on this post. Knack... Very tired now; I'll get the nosh sorted out and see how I feel. I want to get on WordPress to read the reader, but the button took me to a blog page, with no way to gain access to the editor? I'll try it with Firefox in the morning or tonight if I wake up.

I got the nosh made up. The tomatoes, potatoes and lemon yoghurt were all tasty enough. The chicken and turkey were almost sick-making, unpleasant. The Overall Flavour Rating was 6.5/10.

I managed to get the pots washed, and fatigue overcame me with a vengeance.

It was bliss when I got down in the c1968 recliner, and I drifted off into sweet sleep within minutes.

Whoopsiedangleplop The mobile phone rang out, rudely awakening from my already-deep slumber. It was Warden Deana, warning me that we had a flood/water leak in Woodthorpe Court, and advised me to empty the airing cupboard and old drier room (which I spent last week filling up, Tsk!), and put down towels at each location. Someone has been advised and are on the way to investigate the situation.

Accifauxpas Being half-sleep, I think this was all she told me, anyway. I thanked her for the warning. So, off to do as suggested with the cupboards. Bending down to get the stuff to remove, and my head came into contact with the new shelf-fitted! I didn't cry, but I wanted to!

I got back in the recliner, but any thought of getting back to sleep was abandoned. I was too worried and het-up about the possible water flood coming. Like the twerp I am, I kept getting up to check around for any leaks—a most unpleasant, uncomfortable feeling.

While hoping and praying for sleep to return, I'd left the light on, ready for my next mission to check on the situation. 

And I noticed the right leg, it had morphed again - gone all thin, the ankle scar had all but disappeared, apart from the new brown area, and I believe that some new extra-long tibial leg veins were trying to come to the surface of the lower leg? 

Ah, an idea! Do you think I could sell my photos of the ever-changing leg to the Tate Gallery? Hahaha!.

Sleep was not going to come for a long time yet. And now, I didn't feel like sleeping, this sensation was replaced with nervousness, worrying over will the waterflood come or not.

I got out a Bassett Strawberry and Vanilla ice-cream stick and tucked into it. Very naughty, but very nice!

I've no idea when I nodded off, but I did; waking at 01:00hrs, in a semi-panic about had the flood visited my flat? Thankfully, not yet, anyway!

Inchcock's Day: Wednesday 21st April 2021 - My failings revealed, cock-up by cock-up!

Good Day, all!

Inchcock's Day: Tuesday 20th April 2021

 Well, Good Morning to you!

TFZer Marie ♥

Inchcock's Day: Monday 19th April 2021 - Caducity is becoming more noticeable!

 Halloes!

♥ Cool TFZer! ♥

Monday 19th April 2021

Finnish: Maanantai 19 Huhtikuuta 2021

01:30hrs: I awoke to the usual demand for a wee-wee and battled to disentangled my scarily overweight and wobbly body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, sickeningly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner. By the time I'd achieved this and caught my balance, I also needed to visit the Porcelain Throne. So, off to the wet room, I staggered.

WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP-ACCIFAUXPA: Oh, I eased my body mass, and there is plenty of it around the midriff, down onto the raised seat, and commenced suffering an egregious session that drained me physically - I jest not! The outcoming torpedo, or rather, submarine, which felt like it was made of concrete, tested the limits of my extraperitoneal anal canals expansion. I think it helped things along with the bleeding, it sort of oiled the passageway? And talk about massive - the movement took over a full minute from starting to the ending its route to the water. Every centimetre was felt; it was that slow and almost torturing!

Seeing the blood afterwards startled for a moment. But on inspecting the rear-end best I could while cleaning the rear end, it was apparent that it was poor old Harold's Haemorrhoids that were haemorrhaging, and no damage to the colon had been suffered. Phew! 

Obviously, first things first, I cleaned up and medicated the piles. Then tackled getting rid of the evacuated product; it took several prods to break up the granite-like submarine, then many refills of the tank, and endless flushes, but eventually it was cleared of the bowl. What a session! I can do without any more like that one!

Next, back to the front room, took an extra Codeine with the morning medications, and got the Health Checks completed.

A much-improved set of figures today!

I made a brew and checked the tablets for the afternoon doses, and got them potted ready.

I started to get the photos into CorelDraw to sort them out, but it was hard going. Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters were on and off all the time, making control and accuracy difficult, not to mention all the correcting errors. Very time-consuming and frustrating!

Started the updating of Sundays and finished around 04:15hrs, when the shuffling, rattling noises started again from somewhere above. Furthermore, it was of no bother to me, as I was up anyway, but confused me about where it was coming from?

I got the diary sent off to Blogger, then looked at comments that had come in - two of them today. Perused the WP Reader and made some comments. Then checked the emails and deleted about 600 of them.

At 05:50hrs, more of the rustling noises from above?

I made an Iceland order for delivery tomorrow. Got some potatoes, cooked ham, iced lollies/creams, and drain unblocked, amongst other stuff.

As I took the cold mug of tea to be emptied and washed, I realised how well I was hobbling about, with a balance I'd not had for months? This does happen occasionally, but at that moment, I felt I could risk dancing, so good was my balance? 

Then, I noticed that the fog had descended suddenly. 

I foolishly opened the window to take this photo of the scene and view it. 

What a mistake to maker! Gawd, it was so cold! I am a fool!

I did some more work on this blog, and then I went to get the ablutions sorted out.

I went into the kitchen and did my usual trick of getting side-tracked when I saw the state of the floor. It required a good clean up, from where I'd been spilling water when I was doing the washing up or handwashing the laundry. Tsk! It did look bad, though. I did my bestest, cutting into the hard skin underfoot when treading on the mop spinner. 

Still, it was worth it. Now it looks a little better. The ankle was looking good bt the time I'd done the teggies, shaving, showering, drying, medicationalisationing and freshening up... bt of a mouthful there, sorry about that, got carried away!

I had a go at unblocking the sink drain again, used the last of the so-called Drain-Unblocker, but wasn't anything like successful. This decided me to go out to Sherwood and get some more unblocker of a different make. First, I had to get the waste bags to the chute and the recycling bag to the bin.

Which I seemed to whip through, and before long, I'd got all ready to go to the bus stop and made my way down to the lobby with the trolley and recycling bag, which I dropped where the bin usually is, but wasn't, outside.

I had a hobble over to the end of Chestnut Walk and took the three photos above; to capture all three blocks, left to right. Woodthorpe, Winwood and Winchester Courts. And a few fellow tenants at the bus stop.

Then I hobbled to Winwood Court and the ILC Wardens, alarmed Interrogation Office and strip-search room. Hahaha! A few words with them, but I forgot to ask Deana if she could ring the Doctors for me sometime in reply to the letter sent to me from the surgery. Idiot me, nae, pillock! I must remember on the way back from shopping, I'll repeat that to myself...

I had a most enjoyable chinwag at the bus stop; I haven't been so ignored in a long time. Hahaha! Joking!

I was soon down in Sherwood on the bus and made my way to the Co-op store. Where I bought Chilli-Con-Carne, garden peas and a packet of orange biscuits. Got the shakes at the till, but nothing worth worrying about. I coped easily enough. Paid the lady, and had a limp up the hill, and went into the Wilko store. 

Where I spent far too much on things that I didn't really need. But I did get some drain-unblocker. I can explain to the bank manager later. Haha! Right at the end, as I was paying, I got the shakes again, a little more vicious this time, the lady put the things on the bag for me, after she'd retrieved those I'd dropped on the floor, Bless her!

I had about half an hour before the bus back was due, so I had a walk on the opposite side of Mansfield Road, and I thought I'd nip in the Children's Charity shop for a nosey - it was closed. So I poddled up the hill to see what breads the local bakery and cafe had on offer, hoping for some sourdough, of course - that was closed, too. So, I took some photographs of nothing in particular of interest.

Until I spotted a Pavement Cyclist, with his hairy-arse uncovered and his spare tyre, not the bikes, exposed. Eurgh! But I got the timing wrong, and all you can see in the third photo are the bottom of his wheels, which are more appealing than his hair bottom to look at! 

Over to the bus stop, and a 40 bus arrived within a minute of my arrival. I got on it and had a struggle with trying to hold the trolley steady as we went up the hill. 

Got off of the bus and took this decentish shot along Chestnut Walk, giving a better view of Winchester Court. Winwood in between and furthest away, Woodthorpe Court - That's the one with the mysteries, ghosts, hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, succubuses, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, or the Fata Morganas, eerie noisy that nobody knows where they are coming from. They have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? 

I called on the ILC's with a treat and carried on home to the haunted, tormenting noises-ridden, blocked-sinks, and taps (faucets) that turn themselves on, flat.

Back at the flat: I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, had an orange biscuit, and got caught up with this blog for a couple of hours.

Then, the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court started off again:

• The weird bombilation noises began...

• I heard someone speaking, and it sounded as it was in the flat to me; a Sherlock Holmesian investigation found no cause or person? Mmm?

• Ten minutes later, the same type of voice was heard, off to retake a decker - and found it was somebody talking on the intercom. They were talking too fast for my cophosis to understand what they were saying. I think that the tone of voice was angry? Erm?

• A few minutes later, the landline rang and flashed: It was an Asian-voiced gentleman, I think telling me he was ringing from Amazon... as soon I heard this, I rang off.

• I tried to get back to concentrating on the blog, but another ten minutes or so, the Intercom rang and flashed; It was, I thought, the haematology nurse, come to the Warfarin INR blood test. A last, I mused, after 6-7 weeks, it will get tested...

• But no! It was Matron Jackie ♥, who said she was giving me a quick call, can't stay long quote. However, she took a photo of the Blood Pressure results from the screen, asked about the dizzies when I last had a Warfarin blood test and other stuff, bless her cotton socks. She rang the Doctor for me, too, and will have a word with her about finding a neurologist to look into the Nicodemus Neurotransmitters and Shaking Shaun problems! And she will tell the Doctor why I haven't replied to book an annul check-up and Severe Frailty Review, as asked to, in last weeks letter. (New morning coughing bouts - Covid?)

Well, that was a hectic little period of mental activity - I've got a headache now. Har-har!

Blimus, it's late again; I'd better get some nosh prepared and imbibed. The potatoes will be coming in the morning from Iceland, I hope. So tonight, a can of Chilli, what's left of the garden peas, with some beef gravy made and added, will do me.

It would be nice to think that I can drop off to sleep after eating and washing the pots, but the Thought-Storms, Cartilage Cathy, or Shaking Shaun are the favourites to make sure that doesn't happen. I'll finish off this blog in the morning... I hope! 

Morning: Finishing off blog: Ate the meal half asleep - but I think I enjoyed it, though. And had an iced cornet afterwards as I remember. Noted something on the TV I'd try to stay awake to watch.

I was off into the land of nod in minutes. I must have needed it. And, I slept for four unbroken hours! Yee-Haa!

Inchcock's Day: Sunday 18th April 2021

Felicitations!

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Inchcock's Day: Saturday 17th April 2021

Have a great day!