Monday, May 10, 2021

Inchies Day: Sunday 9th May 2021: Accifauxpas, the Whoopsies were fewer, though!

"Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won't expect it back."

♥ TFZers: Nancy & Thomas... Oh, Yes? ♥

Inchies Day: Saturday 8th May 2021 - Malfunctioning-mind, it deteriorated, and frit me a bit!

♥ TFZers Out and about - Oh, yes? ♥

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Saturday 8th May 2021

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 8fed Mai 2021.

03:05hrs: Stirred into a life of sorts, reality and usuality returned as soon as I realised I required a wee-wee. So, I struggled out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, haemorrhoid-testing, unfit-for-use, recliner, and to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), and suffered a relatively weak, unwilling, put overly painful wee-wee. And at the moment, I'd ridden myself of the trickling fluid, low and behold the summoning from the innards arrived for me to attend the Porcelain Throne... So, I did, like a bat out of hell.

Whoopsiedangleplops: Well, I got Metal Mickey and limped rather niftily to the wet room. For what regrettably turned out to be only the first of several Trotsky Terence rules visits. Phoo! A black, giant-sized twisted, entangled torpedo was evacuated. Messy and pongy, it left me with a mammoth job of cleaning up afterwards. At least the one flush got rid of the misshaped, steaming torpedo. I was worn out by the time I'd sorted things out, and it was still only 03:30hrs! My spirits already sinking.

My EQ and confidence wained and went into 'What the hell's coming, next' mode! The answer, I imagine, lies with Doctor Fate and the mysteries of Winwood Heights. With their ghosts, wraiths, waifs, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions and other grotesqueries that haunt the flats, hallways and lobbies. Ever-seeking out Inchcock! I am ever-ready and willing to create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes, and botherations, to scare, worry, and confuse me - successfully, I might add! But I might be wrong, of course...

I made a brew of Glengettie tea and took the morning medications; at least I was going to, but I realised that I had missed taking last night's dosages. Dang, bother and Flibblegonkackles!

Innocent Inchie Lie? I took them and must remember to take this morning's later on. Of course, there is a remote hundred-to-one shot that I may forget to - but from somewhere, eerie confidence came to me, and I knew I would not forget this time. How? Why? I've no idea! All part and parcel of dementia, I suppose? We'll see.

I got the computer turned on and put the TV on with subtitles, so I can glance at it to see the last election results as they come through. Just what I needed, something else to distract my withered attention. Mind you, the brains all over the place this morning, so it shouldn't bother me. Most of the time, I forgot it was on anyway.

I got on with updating yesterdays blog, not getting it finished until very late in the morning. The grey-cells confusionalisation was very disturbing, and I kept wandering off track, doing something else, and forgetting where or what I was doing earlier. Still, I got it done and emailed the link.

Went on Facebooking, but for some reason, it was hard work (although enjoyable) concentrating, and I spent over two hours struggling with it - and convinced I got more than one thing wrong. This bugged me.

Whoopsiedangleplops: The Throne summoning no. two arrived. So, off to the Porcelain again. It was even messier than the first visit. (I'm getting fed up with this) Gooey than ever, although a tad less funking. The size of the bent smouldering torpedo was larger, enough to tear things in the tube on its way out and cause Harold's Haemorrhoids to bleed a bit. The Germoloid ointment soon eased things for me.

Accifauxpa: Also, this reminded me to take the morning medications. I took a poo softener and extra pain killer with the regulars tablets and capsules. Taking the Codeine, I stubbed my toe on the swiveller leg, fell backwards, and mercifully landed on the recliner arm because I got back to the computer chair. But this little episode set Back-Pain-Brenda off. It's no surprise that I have never won owt on the lottery, is it? Tsk!

I glanced at the newsletter and picked out these heartwarming stories for you to peruse at your leisure.

I seemed to be getting more mind-muddled as time went on. So, I thought a mug of Thompsons Punjana and a club biscuit would, or might, help. So, off to the kitchen and made a mug of tea... I got myself in a pickle again when Neuropathic Pete had the right arm and leg shaking away. Only for a few seconds, but it was deadly timing, just as I'd picked up the cup!

Whoopsiedangleplop-Accifauxpa: I was putting the milk in the mug when the shaking kicked off. It didn't half make me jump when it spilt out all over the right hand. I'm also getting fed up with doing this.

Whoopsiedangleplop: Then, Porcelain Throne call number three arrived! At least this one was not as drastic as the first two were. But, for some reason or other, Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding? After cleaning things up, getting the Clotrimazole cream to stay on was difficult. In fact, getting to the wound was more painful than the medication application. I'm also getting fed up with having to do this.

On the cheerier side, the feet looked even more evenly balanced in size today. Although one leg looked a different colour to the other one? Well, to me anyway, possibly from Saccades Sandra's input?

I think the red on top of the left foot was due to the different slippers I'd been wearing, so nothing to fret over there. He says, full of confidence! I changed back into the old ones, and the new ones found their way into a black waste bag.

Sister Jane rang, how kind of the sweet, caring young woman. She was a ballerina, you know, in Sicily, she gave up the championship ice skating to do it. I just don't know how she found time to get her Scholarships at the London School of Economics and Political Science! Hehehe!

She'd kindly given me the name of a new word for me.

'Onio-Maniac'. Pointing out that it suited me down to the ground. It means Shopperholic! That is a 'Compulsive buying-shopping disorder'.

I fear she's right.

We had a natter, but it was hard for me to follow things. I really am getting worse with this, going from one subject to another and losing track of the conversation.

But we did manage a smile or two, and I was suitably told off a few times. Pet (hubby) was about to venture out to a farmers market, out into the pouring rain. I'd love to know what he was to buy?

I'm getting a bit weary again now. I'll get an early nosh, methinks. Oh, no! I've not been on WordPress to have a look at the new posts. I'll do that then—some good stuff on today.

Off to investigate the means available to satisfy my coenaculous nature and phagomania (food!).

I didn't make too much this time. All cold stuff, Surami sticks, tomatoes, Marmite cheese disc, soft pitta bread, buttered a bit, and a lemon mousse.

After speaking with Jane earlier, the Thought Storms prevented me from getting to sleep for a few hours. My failings, inabilities, failing mental and physical health, how to increase the font size on Blogger, Hello, better get up for another wee-wee, past bad judgements... on and on... Cragglebratworthy!

Saturday, May 08, 2021

Inchies Day: Friday 7th May 2021: Fruitful, funny, photographing, but frustrating Friday

♥ TFZeress, in her runaround spare car... Hehehe! ♥

Inchcock's Day - Thursday 6th May 2021: Another Hectic Day - I have to say!

TFZer Thomas, he's just finished upgrading his front room! Hehe!

Thursday 6th May 2021

Irish: Déardaoin 6ú Bealtaine 2021

03:30hrs: I recovered conscience very late for me this morning. That was due to the terrible Thought-Storms I had to endure last night, preventing me from getting to sleep. But I still managed about five hours of slumber, dream-filled, but not a trace of any memories of them left now. Does that annoy you, too?

Whoopsidangleplop: Not feeling too bad as I rose with relative ease to get to the wee-wee bucket. But as soon as I started the leak, the Peripheral Neuropathy shakes started on the right side, arms, legs and hands... You can guess what's coming up; next, I bet...

Accifauxpas: My grip on the plastic was lost. The room was sprinkled weakly with urine... the bucket was then dropped, and the carpet will need a good clean up later, as will I and my jammie bottoms were removed for washing.

Whoopsidangleplop: I swore a bit, cursed my rotten luck, swore a bit more, and set off to fetch the carpet cleaner fresher from the kitchen. Took the bucket with me to the toilet and got it cleaned and disinfected, washed my body at the same time, off to the kitchen and returned to the main room to clean the carpet and wooden area that I'd involuntarily sprayed.

Whoopsidangleplop: I was feeling tired out already! Hehe! I sensed that yet another busy day was coming up. Thanks to the wickedly unlucky start to the day, I was developing a mordacious mood. Made worse by my EQ telling me that mental turmoil was on its way! I prayed he would be wrong for once!

I made a brew of Co-op 99 tea, and saw the DVT Warfarin notes, and wrote them in my patient record log.

Next, I set about getting the Health Checks done. The Boots made in China Sphygmomanometer wasn't too keen on working for me, but it did on the fourth attempt.

Whoopsidangleplop: Then, when I opened up the internet, Liberty-Global's Virgin Media Internet was offline!

I was so annoyed at this, I went on CorelDraw and made this graphic of the boss of Liberty-Global. Steven Fries, who is behind the broadband provider Virgin Media, has awarded a pay package worth more than $123m (£101m) annually, plus expenses, deserved a bit of sarcasm thrown back in his direction! Most stomach ulcer testing!

I took my morning medications. Put the SD card in the computer, and put the Canon camera battery on charge.

Whoopsidangleplop: As I was uploading the pictures, I got a tingling sensation from the shaking right leg and investigated it. It looked like I might have been scratching at it, but I can't remember doing so, and it was too fresh a would to have been done nocturnally... at least I thought so. I dabbed it with a kitchen towel, and it was still sticky?

Another mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghost, ghouls, fears, and the grotesque succubae. Possible extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, or maybe the Fata Morgana that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?

There was still no internet to use. So, I made up another graphic to use later, on CorelDraw.

There was still no internet to use. I tried taking everything off, the computer, the Virgin box, plugs out and restarted things again.

There was still no internet to use.

So I took a picture of the morning from the kitchenette window. And pretty it was, too!

I put the kettle on to make a brew, but I changed my mind (as I often do) and decided to get some handwashing done in the
kitchen sink.

I got caught up with the laundry for once. The thin green overcharged for flimsy Amazon supplied long sleeve t-shirt and some socks. The messed up in the wee-weeing Accifauxpa I did separately. They needed extra attention from the disinfectant, Dettol, and a good dollop of fabric freshener to be applied... twice!

Then, I got the ablutions seen too early. It's flipping hard work this morning! EQ was right, I'm afraid, and it was to get busier!

The teeth cleaning went okay. Shaving left me with a colourful face, all tiny nicks, though. Drying off was good, Accifauxpaless, and painless. Getting dressed was a hassle, but no falls or bangs. Even the dropsies were less than usual!

I got some black bags made up and into the box, to take to the chute later.

That is, of course only if I ever get the time to do so!

Then, I tried the computer again and got the internet back. The Virgin Media internet was working again. I bet if Steve Fries reads with, he'll be as amazed as I was to hear it! Hehehe!

Whoopsidangleplop: I set to work updating the blog for yesterday. During which I received a landline call. Unfortunately, it was another of the recorded con-messages, with the taped music in the background of office noises. As soon as I recognised this I rang off! Most annoyed, and wishing that something could be done about these horrible con-artists! Bringing back hanging or the guillotine came to mind as a part-solution? But, of course, one has to find the perpetrator first, and that seems beyond our enforcement team.

I phone my iatrophobia, gerascophobia, and xyrophobia suffering Brother-in-law Pete, to tell him the blog would be a long time coming, but the line on his £599 Samsung Galaxy S20 FE WWX1, mobile was breaking up what he was saying again. I then lost the connection altogether. I think I'd got the message through, first.

The intercom sounded and warbled its weak, not loud enough jingle. To my pleasant surprise, nae, joy! It was Matron Julie calling to see how things were going. We spoke about my struggling, and discussed options - moving to an extra care establishment, getting some help... but nothing was decided or offered. But I felt so much better after we spoke. Julie took the Blood pressure readings and my pulse. Off she trotted, with my thanks, and appreciation for calling. ♥

I finally got the Wednesday blog completed, sent off and sent the email links out. Went on Facebooking. Then answered two comments on Blogger, from Tuesday's blog.

Then the intercom rang out once more. It was DHL delivering the Microwave from Amazon, it stand now on its end, where the driver kindly left it for me, inside the front door - Well, it had to be that, there are no other external doors in the flat - Hehe!

So, at long last, over half the day done, me feeling shattered mentally that is, I got on with making this post.

14:00hrs, I got the waste bags gathered, and into the box on the trolley.

A Touch of hyperbolising? Being the keen, alert, observant, on the qui vive, sharp-witted, vigilant, fit healthy young man that I am, I spotted the Deep Vein Thrombosis clinics blood report had been delivered. So, I got it picked up (much to the annoyance of Arthur Itis and Cartilage Cathy), and placed it in a safe place.

Naturally, I will now know exactly where to find it when I need it on Monday. I know I'll need it then because the blood vampire nurse phoned to let me know she will be calling twixt 8 and 10a.m. that day, as I was reading it.

I then tackled moving the mini microwave from the doorway and putting it in a flat proper-way-up in the hall.

I didn't realise that it would be so heavy, I hope they have sent the right sized one? Not much room to fit it in my mini-kitchenette - but fear not will I, fir Warden Deana said she would assist me. Phew!

A grand lass that gal!

I smelt the wonderful aroma of the vegetable stew I was cooking, wafting through the hallway. and I went to the stove to check on its progress, nowhere ready yet.

Ah, thought I, I've put the potatoes in the saucepan, there should be enough for two meals, although this wasn't the plan.

Accifauxpa: Shame about that, I got the sudden Neuropathic Pete shakes as I was moving the spuds into the saucepan, and, as you can see, some hot bits ended up on the floor, via my left foot!

Accifauxpa: Still, I cleaned it up, added the rest of the spuds to the stew, washed the crockpot, dropped the lid, which cunningly dropped as it bounced off of the waste bin, right on my left foot!.

By now, I was so tired that I just couldn't muster up any bad language to use! Haha!

Off I trudged, at last, with the walker guide and waste bags to the chute room.

No bother was the encounter with the door or cast iron chute-lid, even though it did try a couple of time to catch me out by springing shut rather swiftly. But despite my fatigued status, I managed to avoid any injuries, and I can't stay that very often. Hehe!

I backed out of the tiny room with the trolley and made my way back to the apartment along the lift lobby.

Whoopsiedangleplop: I had an involuntary Neuropathic Pete’s adventitious right leg Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance, which this time did have me over on the floor.

It was a few second long, but the timing caught me out, and I ended up on my bum! I'm only glad no one was about at the time.

I fear that there may now some bleeding from the Harold Haemorrhoids area. I'll check later. Tsk!

I got back indoors, got the trolley parked up, and off to the wet room for an investigation. To my surprise, there was no bleeding at all. Although a certain area may be bruised. Haha! Bit of luck there!

Worked away of this blog for a couple of hours or so, then I realised how late it was. Head-down time had passed me by. Humph!

So, I got the meal finished and served.

It turned out an over-flavoured, too thick stew, with far too many leeks... and I loved it! Even feeling so tired, I loved it. Hehe!

The soft pitta bread, I put in some mini sausages, folded it and dunked away at the gravy, not leaving a drop in the dish!

Then the comfort food; an ice cream noughat flavoured lolly, was unceremonially demolished. Well...

Put the basin in soak, and had a wee-wee, another reluctant one.

Whoopsiedangleplop: I got down in the c1968 recliner, and the adiaphorous darned Thought-Storms began the moment I settled. They came thick and fast, and persisted, lyssophobia, disgust, self-loathing, failures, mistakes, etc. flowed. Blocking my getting off to sleep for hours.

Whoopsiedangleplop: When I eventually did drop off, I was wide awake again in minutes, bumbling and fumbling my was y out of the chair, and to the wee-wee bucket. Another weak, trickling 'Should-I-Have-Bothered' leak!

Accifauxpas: When I stubbed my toe getting back to the recliner, I cursed silently, and decided to stay up, and get on with updating this blog.

Anyone needing advice on ageing without dignity can email me with their questions. Hehehe!