Monday 19th June 2017
Tajik: Душанбе 19 июни соли 2017
0530hrs: Woke recalling bits of a dream, it was not a good one, and I felt a dishearted and in the doldrums for a few seconds about the theme of it. (Then remembered the Nurses hoping they would arrive early enough for me to catch the 0930hrs bus after the Enoxaparin booster injections. This prompted me into action, arousing an oh-so-rare sense of urgency, and noticed how tidy the room looked, then off to the Porcelain Throne.
The session was all right mostly this morning. The passing was painless and bloodless. Anne Gyna and Reflux Roger were both taking a holiday along with Dizzy Dennis. Duodenal Donald being the only one of regular ailments giving me any bother… but I was aware that this could change so quickly. So prevented me from getting too hopeful or happy.
Noticed some new bruising and under the skin bleeding on the left leg. Which incidentally has gone down in size a bit this morning. The scratches had dried up now.
Good stuff that after-shave I used on it yesterday. Hurts a bit, but it does halt the bleeding.
I realised that the timing between the District Nurses visit and catching the bus would be tight. So I got on with making a mug of tea, did the Health Checks. Took the medications and sorted the weekly tablet box’s out.
Finished the weekend dairy off and got it posted, then started this one off.
Ablutions tended to, two nurses arrived, a plump bonny lass and a young youth who looked about 13-years-old to me? He never spoke, just spent his time pretending to listen to the District Nurse and spent his time perusing all over the flat with his beady eyes.
They soon got me done in plenty of time, thanked them and off they shot. Got the things ready and went out to visit the community shed. A chinwag with Roy at the bus stop en route. Gruppenfureress Julie and Obergruppenfureress Deana both in. Gave them their nibbles. Asked if Dean could help with phoning the insurance company for me. Told to see her tomorrow morning as she is away again after that. So busy, these gals you know.
To the bus stop and another gossip with Bill, Roy and Pete.
Bus into town and a 35 bus out to the QMC Hospital. Only two of the four lifts (elevators) were working, so I walked up the stairs again to the D-floor.
A lot easier doing this today than the other days recently.
Along the corridor and into the reception area – the look from the receptionist accompanied by a well-practised sneer welcomed me. Washed my hands and took a seat, got the crossword book out.
Later, they reminded us about the one minute’s silence about to take place in memory of the Grenfell flat victims and survivors. I was most annoyed with two ladies at the front who kept on chatting throughout the minute. I dare not say anything for fear of losing me temper.
The doctor called me in and took the blood reading. It was up to 2.1 now, which is still lower than the 3.0 target figure, but much less so than the recent ones, that have been creeping up slowly this week. 1.2, 1.4, 1.6 then 1.8. He decided to cancel the Enoxaparin injections and increased the Warfarin doses instead. Told me to make an appointment with my doctor’s nurse… (Ah, I’ve remembered her name now, Nichole!) for another INR blood test with her. Nichole, a beautiful creature and a fantastic temperament she has. Told me of his concern for internal bleeding after looking at my flobby-tummy. He made a phone call. Said to me to go to the DVT clinic afterwards, gave me a card to take with me. I thanked him and handed some nibbles to the nurses. Off down the corridor to the DVT, where a bloke was waiting for my arrival. Put me on a trolly, down a long barren hallway and into a room with what looked like X-ray machinery, but he called it some other name. Tied a big metal and cloth belt tightly around the midriff and photographed under the skin via the belt. He got the results immediately from the print-out. Nothing to worry about now I am off the Enoxaparin, he told me. We joked about Nottingham Forest’s decline and mourned Brian Clough. I’m not sure how we started on about this? Hehe! Informed me no need to return to the other doctor and wished me well. Advised me that I’m to be taken off of the Red Watch scheme tomorrow. (Or something like that anyway.) Thanked him and I was off down the stairs and out into the glorious sunshine to the bus stop.
I’d actually enjoyed having Red Markers on my record – I’ve never been looked at so quickly ever before. Ah well, back to the remembering to take the crossword book and a reading book with me again every visit.
Waiting for the bus to arrive, I became aware of the amount of scantily attired young females all over the place. Just thought I’d mention it like.
En-route to Arnold, I took a couple of pictures from the bus window. All reflections and blurs. Tsk!
Dropped off in Arnold High Street and went into the Wilko store to get a spare toothbrush and washing up bowl. Got the brush, but could I find a bowl? No! Mind you, it is a huge shop. Asked a lady assistant stood near the customer desk with a big sign declaring “Here to help, Can I?” Asked her for the location of the bowls as mentioned earlier. “Over the back in the Kitchen Section,” she said stabbing her finger roughly in that direction. I thanked her kindly and set off on a search. Found the sign for Kitchen on the ceiling. Had I wanted, saucepans, cookers, cutlery, microwave ovens, toasters, frying pans, woks, kitchen scales a kettle, chopping board, mop and bucket, waste-bin, containers, clock, grater, food mixer, sink drainer, water filter or tablets, jugs, mixing bowl, coffee maker, slow cooker, timer, wall clock, blender, processor, fryer, steamer, wine chiller, paper plates, Hostess trolley, waste bin, kitchen furniture or black bags… I’d have been fine. But a bowl to use in the sink? Humph!
Gave up and put the disinfectant, toothbrushes and dusters back where I got them from and departed, making my way to the Boyles Store further up the road. Where I got some spare toothbrushes at only 39p each! Disinfectant same as the one in Wilko for 15p less, and Neutradol Air Freshener at 30% extra and the same price as Wilko. Felt a bit smug here I did.
Two doors up and into the Savers shop. Got some Neutradol fabric spray at £1 each, some Zoflora Citrus disinfectant at £2.49.
Attempted to take a photograph of some bears in a window, but made a right mess of it. Humph!
Limped along to the Asda (Walmart) superstore. Boy, is it right what they put on the web about what Asda shoppers wear… or rather what they don’t wear!
I spent a good while examining the attire of the young and older ladies in Walmart. Bought only a pack of fresh garden peas. (Nibbled some on the bus later)
Back to the apartment and tended to a much-needed wee-weeing session.
Sorted the paperwork from the medical activities. Added things to the calendar.
Did some WordPressing, checked the Emails, and sent one to the surgery for an appointment for Friday with Nurse Nichole for the INR test.
Carried out the Health checks and made up last week’s record.
Today’s seemed a bit variable?
Received an email back from the surgery very quickly, an appointment for 0925hrs on Friday, but this on the Google calendar.
Made a drink and had a look into the options of what to have for fodder tonight.
The mobile rang, and it was the District Nurse Controller, asking if they were needed tonight or not. I explained everything and she said no need to keep the Hypodermics in the fridge, just a dark, cool area.
I rang Sister Jane, and she rang back. I’m hoping to go see them on Wednesday, all being well like. Told of one of the blood spots on the tummy from an Enoxaparin shot and how it looked to me like a chicken.
Pete had overdone his electric bke riding session, and I pulled his leg about it, because I kne just how he felt, aving done similar myself so many times. Hehe!
Had a wee-wee.
Got the fodder prepared, and ingested.
Potato Cakes, strong cheddar cheese, raw pod peas. tomatoes, beetroot, german meat and a lemon curd yoghourt.
Settled to watch some TV – fell-asleep.
6 thoughts on “Inchcock – Monday 19th June 2017”
So now you’re back to being a normal old guy who gets service with a snarl? All those cute nurses tending to you daily was very reassuring. I hardly bother to look for things in brick a mortar stores. I remember some years ago I went to Walmart to buy a chess set — not only did I not find one, none of the employees knew what chess was. Then I was stupid enough to go round town once looking for a mortar and pestle — I would have had better luck buying a quick frozen Alien left over from the Roswell Incident in 1947. Not only were there no mortar or pestles to be had in town at that time, no one knew what they were (this was before I could have the store clerks Google them). A mixing bowl is just about as eccentric these days. Happy to see your INR on the rise. Gone to eating Germans? Dinner looks nice and simple and bit on the cannibalistic side of things.
I would have had better luck buying a quick frozen Alien left over from the Roswell Incident in 1947 – Priceless comment there, Tim!
The nurses, I’m going to miss, well, I am already missing them already. Hehe!
The Frikadellens are a weakness of mine. Possible the most unhealthy processed food anywhere in the Country. High in Fats, Saturates and Salt. But oh, the taste of them, almost blissful. I try to have them just once a month… but… Ahem!
At Walmart (not certain it is so at Asda) employees are required to walk you to the product, if that particular person can’t leave their area they are supposed to ask another to assist you. Seems like your day was very full early on, LOL <3
A bit of a mixed day that was, gal.
I might be suffering soon with ‘District Nurse withdrawal symptoms’ perhaps?
LOL I hear you, no more visits for now (not that the repeated needle stabbings will be missed) <3
Hehe! That’s a point, Corin!
Point? Hehehe! Sorry.
Off to see Sister Jane today. (Wednesday) See them and the cats and get told off for whatever. Haha!
Hope the plates are easy today gal, mine are stinging already. So hot here, not used to it. Forecast 30c – 86f for this afternoon.
TTFN pet, thanks. XXX