Thursday 23rd September 2021: Inchies Day, and sometimes the odd ode that might get slipped in!

♥ What's All This Then? ♥

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THURSDAY 23rd SEPTEMBER 2021

05:15hrs: I was in a fuzzy minded-mood. Concentrating was hard, trying to keep to one subject to work out the problem - But the Thought Storms were rampant. It took me a  while to partially clear the fog; needing a wee-wee helped, I think. But the earlier worries and things IU knew needed tackling just dissipated as I wee'd away, and I could not claw them back from my memory.

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Pottering Around!

I was rambling around without any absolute control or structure to my thoughts. This was the oddest sensation, and it did worry me a bit in the first instance.

I found myself making up waste bags and placed them near the door to go to the chute later on, after 08:00hrs.

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Mug of Tea - Computer On

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Health Checks

Blood Pressure peaked a little.

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Ablutionalisationing!

A bloody affair this morning, in more ways than one, three, I fear. 

Daktacort®

Agonydangles! Dangnableisations! and Cragnanglingeckers! That was painful!

Only the second time I've used the Morrison 3-bladed razors. Got more cuts and nicks than I've ever had shaving!

I think the swollen feet, might be getting worse instead of better now. Oh, heck!

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Hand-washed the Shirt

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Porcelain Throne Visited

Great balls of Fire!

More bleeding again, Harold's Haemorrhoids this time. Applying the Germoloids ointment was a relieving pleasure!  

The evacuation was, well-messy. Tsk!

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Morning Carer Arrived

It was Sobia. Nearly gave me a heart attack, she did. Hahaha! I was on the computer nose to the screen... As she crept up right behind me, and in a loud voice, said something like, "Are you alright!" Which I wasn't! She returned to a whispering mode for the rest of the visit. So it was guesswork. It seems I'm now out of Codeine tablets altogether!

Not much of a communicator, so no laughs or nattering was permitted.

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I Am Seriously Worried

About the prescription situation again, running out of Codeine tablets? Getting no help from anyone in ringing the chemist and Doctors to book my flu jab.

But since the visit of the declutterers, I cannot find the folder with the telephone numbers in it? I need help! The farcical situation with having no IRN Warfarin blood tests for months now needs someone to ring them for me to find out what's going on. 

Carer Jill would have helped me.

I rang Warden Deana to get a number for Natalie, in charge of the Carers on site.

But the number is not available. I could ring their contact number, but get their head office with the snotty bloke, and have to explain everything in detail to him. He gets irritated with my stuttering. And probably hates his job and me as well. Deana said she'd ring Natalie for me and ask her to contact me.

The pain from having no Codeines this morning has come at the wrong time for me. The feet are swelling up again, giving me pain.

Arthur Itis has kicked off. Phorpain on its own is not strong enough.

Anne Gyna is just beginning to stab at me as I write this. Not to mention the toothache!

I do need the appointment making!

I do need the prescriptions sorting out!

I desperately need help with the INR Warfarin Anti-Coagulation DVT people being contacted to find out why no blood tests for months?

I'm in pain, more than usual, and not a very happy laddie!

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Hoping To Hear From Natalie

And that she can help me out - A busy gal, I know, but I am suffering!

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Bacon Sarnie Making

But didn't get far with it. I nearly got the streaky bacon on the microwave wotsit...

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Natalie Came in

Very patient with me and kind about things. Natalie listened to all my problems with the Warfarin, Prescriptions, Doctors appointment making etc., bless her. Said she would investigate for me. And if the Carrington Pharmacy cannot deliver, she would change it to the 24hr chemist instead. Fair enough with me! Thanks, Natalie ♥

 We did a Meridian customer survey.Then off she popped, telling me not to worry. Which is a little like telling a politician to be honest - 'No Chance!' Hehehe!

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Back To The Bacon Sarnie Making

A 'Baconites' Delight!

Taste Rating 8.4/10!

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Photo Report - End Car Park

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Natalie Returned ♥

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Natalie had been very busy for me, again. Arranged an INR DVT Warfarin blood test at the Doctors surgery, for Tuesday 5th October @ 09:45hrs, at Sherington Park. I've already gone three months without a blood test - And why didn't someone tell me they were no longer visiting to take blood, and I have to travel to the Doctors surgery for a test that no one had given me a date for anyway? So, it will be about 17 weeks of worrying, before I can get tested... if I live that long, that is.

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Natalie also arranged the flu jab for Monday 25th October @ 16:45hrs. In five weeks time!

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Natalie had also called the Pharmacy, who say they can deliver, but not this months until Saturday, the only day they deliver. Arranged for a Carer to pick these ones up for me.

Feeling much better now! ♥

Updated the Calendar.

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Evening Carer Arrived

It was Helen. She's bought the prescriptions she'd collected for me, bless her.

I remembered to put the new ones, all bar the Codeines, into the Prescription drawer.

Accifaupas

I was having troubles with Neuropathic Pete losing sense of touch and shaking a bit, and dropped the bag of prescription medications on the floor - The heavy bottle of Peptac his my little toe on the left foot. Yey amazingly there was no bruise or marks came up on it? This is a photo I took of it after Helen had left?

The bloating was still present, and making walking difficult. Judging by this snao, the Peptac may have bounced onto the top of the right foot?Hey-Ho! The odd almost round markings that were don't he right foot, had disappeared completely now?

Odd, or what?

Helen got the medications sorted for me, I dropped the bottle cap, and missed my mouth with one of the tablets?

It's going bonkers tonight?.

I thanked the gal, and offered her a choice of plonk or nibble. She wisely chose the plonk. Hahaha! ♥ I asked her if she'd take the two small bags of waste to the chute for me on her way out, she kindly obliged me. ♥

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Checked the Fridge

I was low on milk, and desperate for bread, so I made an Iceland order. Iordered some Skinny Whips, and Cadburys Mini Rolls, Cadbury Twirl Chocolate Bars, Crawford's Custard Creams 300g, all individually wrapped, to use as Carers and Wardens nibbles. Ready Baked Pork Sausages, Vale of Mowbray 4 Mini Pork & Pickle Pies, Mini Babybel Original Cheese Snacks 6 x 20g on offer, for Josies Sunday meal tray. Cravendale Filtered Fresh Whole Milk. Solved the bread shortage, by ordering a Warburtons Soft Round Milk Roll, Thins Soft Brown Sliced, and a Warburtons 6 Soft Sliced Wholemeal Rolls. Of course, I'm not anticipating having them all delivered. I also got some more TidyZ 100 X-tra .15l, Strong Tie Handles Pedal Bin Liners. 

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Porcelain Throne Demand Answered!

Schpugglebogs, was this a messy, over-pungeant affair!

Decided to wash the shirt in the sink.

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The New Shirt Washed

Washed the shirt I'd been wearing. And I could not believe the muck that came out of it? I'n only put it on late as well, about eight hours or so ago, where did it all come from?

Twit!

Realised then, that with it being a new cheapo shirt, it was the colour coming out that had me fooled. Oh, I did fell a nitwit!

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Back to the Computer - Accifauxpa!

As I approached the swivel chair to get seated, I trod on something small, but rock hard!

Astounding! I used the picker-upperer to retrieve... the pain-giver, a pod pea!

Oh, the agony! Hehehe! I took it in the kitchen to take as good aphoto of it as could manage. Used the Canon, on Macro, assuming that was theright thing to do to get a close-up shot, well two photos actually. 

But, as usual, I got sidetracked so easily, when I saw some smoke through the kitchen window. Took a snap of that first.

I wonder what the white dashes in the frame were caused by? Beats me? Back to the pea, and its been months since I had any fresh pod peas in the place...

The escaped earlier, culprit!

Photo to show size of the escapee.

The most amazing thing; I dropped the pea, and could I find it again? No!

It may be an old pea,

But as you can see,

Again it's escaped from me!

Fulfilling its desire to be free...

I'll tread shoeless on it again, I decree!

Hehehe!

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Updated this Blog

Posted it off to Blogger. Sent the Emial link. And went on Faceboking catch-up.

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By Jimminee, it's been a long, odd day!

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Inchies Day: Friday 25th June 2021: Graphics, Photographicalisations & the odd Ode

♥ Who Is This TFZeress, in her tender years? ♥

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I Awoke Most reluctantly!

At 0600hrs, I woke, but dysania ensured that it was a long time before I moved. But I am not axiomatic. There was a reluctance from parts of the body as well as the brain. There was also a short-lived desire for apanthropinisation lingering. Hmm!

I did notice susurration noises coming in through the balcony windows. Not the same as the World-Wide-Hum sounds, though.

The need of the Porcelain Throne and a wee-wee forced me to battle my way, out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, horrendously grungy coloured, eyesore of a haemorrhoid-testing, unfit-for-use, recliner.

I had another bad rising onto my feet. Cathy Cartilage's apaesthesia nearly had me over, but I heroically and physically saved the day with a lunge to grab the arm of the recliner! Smug-Mode-Adopted! Class-A, Grade B! Grabbed Metal-Micky, and off wobblingly to the Porcelain Throne, carefully.

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Porcelain Throne Evacuation

Not One of The easiest I've Ever Taken!

The wee-weeing was a WDFL (Weak-Sprinkling-Fountain-Like) release. Followed by much PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling)

Not that this delay was any bother, because the rear-ends movement was still, very slowly building up, ready for the action to begin!

The wee-weeing marathon was history, and still, there was no action from the rear end. I had a go at the crossword as the pain increased gradatim. I sensed that things were bleeding as well; this would not be good, I thought!

Gradually, the movement suddenly speeded up, and a splash and thud were detected, even without my hearing aids in! 

I think that I sighed out aloud in relief as the evacuation finally ended. But then, things got really messy... Oh, Yes! 

The rotund single rugby-ball shaped product had somehow blocked the entire hole, and the water rose as I flushed the WC! But the blood did make an attractive picture as the turd refused to go anywhere! So finally, I had to get one of the long wooden sticks that I kept handy and broke things up to enable the porcelain to clear itself. But, unfortunately, it was so hard, the stick broke! But at last, with a gurgle and sucking noise, the bowl cleared.

I must take a Dioctyl® with the morning medications. I don't fancy going through this agony again, later on!

I cleaned the toilet and myself, but it wasn't a hard job, no excrement to wash off, just blood. At least Little Inchies fungal lesion was not leaking any haemoglobin.

Like an imitation of a mental wreck, I left the wet room and was ready to go back to bed. Hehe!

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Made a Brew, Photo View, Fridge leak!

To the kitchen, kettle on, and took a photo of the view through the window. Rather rainy at the moments out there.

Made a welcome brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and I got the milk from the fridge. Oh, Flipping Heck! The water was still gathering at the bottom of the fridge! I cleared it with paper towels, but I'm worried about the situation. The refrigerator seems to be working okay, all the same. Puzzling!

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Health Checks Carried Out

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Started Blogging - Snaps of Car Park Works

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Blogging for a few more hours - Carer Nichola Arrived To Tend To Me!

Yee-Haa!

Getting myself in the right mental pickle today. Forgetting what I was doing, words, spelling... and to make things even worse, Blogger kept changing the formatting of its own accord! A real struggle it was, which was instantly alleviated when kind carer Nichola arrived. 

She said she was sorry the prescriptions hadn't been delivered yesterday. (Which I'd forgotten about, anyway!) Tsk!

A true Angel of Mercy was Nichola! During our natter, I mentioned the fridge leak. And after dishing out the medications, she looked at the fridge and then made a phone call. Called me into the kitchen and asked if I had a stick of any sort, then showed me the hole found at the back of the fridge.

She rang her partner to ask for advice for me on the leak.  How kind was that! ♥ She prodded and unblocked it a bit, and we'll see how it goes now, she said. Brilliant Nichola! ♥

I thanked her for her help, proffered her choice of a can of drinkies, and she had to rush off, a hectic day for her. Bless Her Cotton Socks!

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Intercom Call From Kingstone Court Again!

Again, the regular workmen can't imagine they are mending the Intercom cause it's not been working for the emergency services, nurses, delivery people, etc., for weeks now! 09:20hrs; I got a call that was made from Kingston Court in Sneinton. But, someone from Kingston Court, call flat 72 there, and gets me here in Woodthorpe Court, miles away?

All a part of the mysteries of Winwood Heights, the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions and other grotesqueries haunting the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchcock, to create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and confuse me?

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The Plan Was To get On With Blogging...

But, good old Mafioso type boss or Liberty-Global Virgin Internet Media, Steven Fries, put one of his companies many ends to any hopes of internetting again! Thanks, boss!

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Set to, Prepping the Meal

Which, unfortunately, proved to be a time consuming, Whoopsiedangeplop, Accifauxpa ridden idea! Shame that!

I started to get the veg and meat in the saucepan, moved the potatoes from the crockpot in with them, and got a pot of extra strong gravy seasoning and put it in with the mixture... Well, that was the plan...

As you can see, I had the dropsies. As usual, Unfortunately, Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters failed me at the optimum time to cause the maximum upset, frustration, and pain. 

I kept, I thought, incredibly calm. Got the floor cloth and spray, cleaned up the mess, washed the cloth out, and returned to try again with the last remaining pot of seasoning...

Another Accifauxpa! 

As I turned to go to the cupboard, I managed with minimal effort, well, with no bother at all, to stub my toe! I felt it. Well, you would!

Funnily enough, when I took the above photo, around the stubbed toe was a glow! Ho-Ho!

After what seemed like hours faffing about, I finally got the chilli-stew all together and onto a low light. By gum, it smelled nice!

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The Local ENews Perused

No murders today? But there was the local Alert-Message, above. Right where I live as well. I'll probably get mugged on the way to the Doctor's or while shopping? Tsk!

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Iceland Order Sent

I should get in in the morning. Plenty of bargains that were perhaps not bargains? Where you have to buy 3 or five of something to get a discount. Humph!

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 So tired now

I'm going to try and get a bit of kip.

Well, that didn't work. Got up and carried on with updating this blog as I waited for the evening carer to arrive.

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Droopy-eyed, I began the updating

Not easy to concentrate, I made a brew of Glengettie, then took this photo of the evening skyline from the kitchenette window.

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Evening Carer Arrived

Another first-time calleress. Nice gal, in a rush, but still spared me a coup;e of minutes for me to natter away, Bless her!

She brought the prescriptions from the chemist with her. Which was a kind gesture, worthy of a can of plonk on her leaving, with my thanks.

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A Dinnerless Night

After the gal departed, I was so weary and wanted to get this blog finished and a template created for use tomorrow. (Pressed on with completing this - there is something I don't say very often nowadays!) Hahaha! So, I pressed on with achieving this.

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Hopes, in Ode

There's not a lot left to hope for,

Perhaps, Cathy Cartilage to be less sore?

And me to get out a little bit more,

And life to be less like a see-saw,

For my Vascular Dementia, a miracle cure?

The Warfarin INR blood not to soar,

Peripheral Neuropathy to be less of a chore, 

Saccades Sandra to let me see more?

Less falling over and hitting the floor,

Oh, and far less of my walking into the door,

A chance and reason, for a rare guffaw,

And, fewer problems with CorelDraw!

Further, that I can discover some fervour,

Sweet Morpheus, for me to savour,

And cut myself less with the shaver,

Did I really say; not a lot left to hope for?

I was fibbing - Bonjour!

Hehehe!