Thursday 15th June 2017
Xhosa (Bantu ethnic group of Southern Africa mainly found in the Eastern Cape, South Africa, and in the last two centuries throughout the southern and central-southern parts):
NgoLwesine 15 Juni 2017
0430hrs: Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner in minutes, on the way to the Porcelain Throne. Bloody and a slightly painful session. Duodenal Donald flowed freely, Anne Gyna was giving me warning signs and the tummy was twinging in places it had never twinged before. Dizzy Dennis put in an appearance too! Tsk! Worra start!
The view from the kitchen reminded me of the horrible fire in London for some reason or other?
Got the paperwork for the QMC visit later, must not miss the 0930hrs bus into town. I want to drop off some nibbles and raffle prizes at the Winwood Community Shed for the Tenants Social Hour, as once again, medicationalistical appointments prevent me from attending! Humph!
Off for a wee-wee. Then I got the Health Checks done and took the medications. Looked okay to me: Sys 163, Dia 69, Pulse 80, Temp’ 34.9 and Weight 14.7
Computer activated, and diaries worked on. Oh, dear! Email from the surgery, telling me they have made an appointment for today at 0830hrs for an INR test, a new prescription is ready to collect from the chemists, and I have to make an appointment today to see my doctor and a ‘Specialist’. Mmm?
So, a change of plans needed, what do I do about the QMC? I’ll ask at the surgery.
Had to close everything down to get ready and off to the surgery in time – Tsk! A rushed ablutioning session and dressed up all nice and fresh. Forgot all about the tummy pains as I hurried around in a panic getting things sorted; Swapped the nibbles for the nurse’s nibbles. Changed the paperwork and set off to the lift, where I had to return to check the flat to see if I’d left anything turned on or off that shouldn’t be. Tut!
Met Frank and his much better half (14th-floor tenants) outside, as she was being lifted for a day out by here daughter. Wish her all the best, and after she’s gone, I ask… Roy, that’s his name, not Frank (Grump, what a clot I am), if he would tell the others about my not getting to the Social Hour again and why! With a cheeky smile, he said he’d think about it. Hehe!
Along Chestnut Walk and to the glass recycling bin dropped of some jars.
Gorgeous weather, not too warm and no winds or signs of rain.
Turned right at the end of the Walk and down onto Winchester Street Hill.
The greenery was heartwarming as I saw the new growths battling though.
Down to the end and onto Mansfield Road and up and over the hill, down into Carrington and the first call of the day, at the Sherringham Surgery and the nurse Carena… I think that is her name. (Not that it matters cause she is sweet, kind, cuddly and beautiful) for the INR blood test.
The weather continued to be fine and almost cheer making with the lack of wind.
Just over the hill, a much dreaded and feared Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came passed me and was within inches of hitting me!
By the time I got the camera out, he had disappeared from view altogether? He was moving at a high rate of knots, bless his cotton socks.
Got to the Sherringham Surgery in plenty of time, booked in and took a seat, 20 minutes before the appointment time – and was called in by the nurse (Come to think of it now as I type this, I think her name is Nicole) in about three minutes. It has its advantages being on the At Risk Register and on Red Watch, or is that Red Alert? Whatever, I’ve certainly being seen as a priority these last few days. That red bar across my page on their computer screen is working wonders. Haha!
She soon took the blood, again it took ages for the vein to stop bleeding, but that was good, it gave me time to have an ogle and gossip with the nurse!
She made a good job of covering it afterwards. Gave her some nibbles, thanked her for the help and dropped some nibbles off for the reception staff as I limped out of the surgery. (The feet were really singing now, after all the hobbling in the last three day, to and from hospital DVT and Anticoagulation and the surgery)
I limped down into Carrington and the Chemist to collect the mystery prescription that I knew nowt about. It turned out to be some new Warfarin tablets, so that was good.
Out and meandered up and into the Lidl store. Where I invested in some nibble bars to hand out in thanks, a large baking potato, mini Weiner sausages, tomatoes and a bar of almond nut brittle as a treat for myself. Even bravely used the self-serve counter again.
Out and to the bus stop, thinking how much I appreciated the free bus pass as I waited for the arrival of one to take me back into Sherwood, as the tootsies were worse than ever now… Whoopsiedangleplop time again! It dawned on me that it was far too early for me to utilise the pass! So I set off on a limp back along Mansfield Road with its hill, into Sherwood. Humph!
By the time I got to the Methodist Church about half way to Sherwood, I was in great pain, and yet high spirits?
Unaccountably content, I was. Good thoughts were permeating through my mind.
I pressed on eventually arriving in Sherwood proper and the shops.
I called into the Children’s Charity Shop for a peruse around, but nothing purchased.
Out and on my way to visit Wilko and then the Nottingham Hospice Shop and the phone burst into life.
It was the District Nurse wanting to know why I was not in the flat. Oh dearie me!
I tried to apologise and explain the problems I’m having with me receiving instruction for the Queens Medical DVT, the Anticoagulation there, the surgery and the District nurses. Which didn’t all agree or marry with each other… A long silence, a noisy Tut, and she told me “I’ll have to call on some else who is in and return to you if I get the time later” The phone went dead. I think I’m in trouble with her now. And she is about to give me injections in the stomach too! Huh!
My previous unexpected short-lived air of confidence, nay, almost contentment and hope dissolved into the ether, to be supplanted with anxiety, worry and apprehension with a twinge of trepidation. Yes, I was depressed again now. Grumph!
Morosely I called into the Wilko store but bought nothing. Then up the hill to the Nottingham Hospice Shop and got a little mug.
To the bus stop and checked the bus times, the next one not being for 40 minutes, I carried on up over the hill and down the Woodthorpe Grange Park gates and up the footpath hill.
En route I found some pleasure and almost enjoyed it when I took these photographs while standing under the Chestnut Trees near the walkway.
To the top of the hill and down to the entrance to the flats.
Got in just in time for an accident-free wee-wee! Haha!
Put the bits bought away, and tablets into the drawer then got podding some garden peas to cook later, and the District Nurse (A different one again) arrived. I actually should have died on the spot, with her obviously well-honed and perfected look of… what’s the word, er… erm… detestation, or maybe odium would best describe it, should have melted me on the spot. It deserved it, especially as she adopted a smile at the same time. I couldn’t help but think she could replace Teresa May without any problem. She was not happy but did seem to cheer up a bit as a semi-curl came on her lips as dug the hypodermic into my well endowed flobby belly. Hahaha! I’m exaggerating for fun of course. Am I? Hehe!
I thanked her, Dare I not, do so?
She said someone would come in the morning around 1000hrs as she did not know if I was to have any more Enoxaparin injections or not but would find out. Oh dear! I was not brave enough to ask her if anyone was going to call tonight to ‘Do-me’.
The day suddenly went a bit dark?
I wondered if this was an omen of some sort?
I got onto the computer and updated this diary to here.
Had a wee-wee.
Another long day then, without much sleep. And, no watching the TV for fear of not hearing the District Nurse if she does arrive, and will it be 2200hrs again. Oh dearie me.
Made another cuppa in the new mug. Had a wee-wee.
Rang Sister Janet to see how she is.
She had problems of her own but lovingly seemed more interested in mine.
Checked the Emails, and had got some in support from the TFZer gals. Nice that!
Then tried to catch-up with the WordPress reading.
There is a lot of it to catch up on after having to rush out this morning.
Had a wee-wee.
Had a call from the QMC Anticoagulation Floor D. The lady was hard to hear, but I’m sure that we agreed that the Enoxaparin Injections must continue, although the INR level had risen a bit. I have to go into the QMC for tests in the morning. Busy lad ain’t I! Hehe!
I will send an Email now to the surgery, so they know.
Had a wee-wee.
Put the news on and listened through the headphone. So many people still missing from the horrendous fire in London. Feeling a bit down again now. The flats are still burning!!! The officials are assuring us that the residents will be rehoused locally if that is what they want.
Sent the Email to the surgery.
Did some Facebook catch up, at last?
Got the meal prepared and took the medications, did the Health Checks.
Sudden flatulence, danger recognised, got to the Porcelain Throne; only just in time.
Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding badly. Cleaned me and every else up, and returned to the dying room… Sorry, living room. (Understandable mistake how I’m feeling. Hehehe!) Luckily there was nothing on the plate to get cold, an hour later, when I got around to eating it, any appetite I had left, had vanished. I threw most it away.
Missed a call on the phone, fumbled with it and got to a message that had been left. T’was a nurse asking me to confirm whether or not I’d had an Enoxaparin injection this afternoon and rang her back on a number. I rang back, but got a message about Not being available on this figure?
Duodenal Donald kept my attentions for a while. Then the phone rang again. The nurse with a few questions for me. Said she would arrive at 2000hrs to stick me with the hypo. I thanked her and had a sit-down, as it had been a horrendously long day, no sleep and full of ups and downs.
2020hrs: The District Nurse, who had been before (The extra cuddly one with the twinkle in her eyes and firm appealing rear end) arrived. Set about looking at the record of injections, she made a call to someone. Then explained she has to go nd return later at 2200hrs because it is too early and dangerous to give one yet. I had a feeling that somehow this was my fault because I got confused with the timing?
Feeling very drained now, I put the TV on with subtitles and watched the news until the nurse returned at 2220hrs to give me the treatment.
Thanked and confirmed that no treatment was needed for the morning and they will know the results from the DVT clinic at the QMC and whether I’ll need them to carry on with the Enoxaparin injections tomorrow night. We’ll see.
A long frustrating wearing day and I ain’t well. Humph! Hehe!