Inchcock Today – Friday 27th April 2018: Sorry about the rambling thoughts

Friday 27th April 2018

Hmong: Friday 27th Plaub Hlis Ntuj 2018

0325hrs: I woke up with, action stations, panic mode and fear-of-embarrassment modes all operational! I had to release my bladder contents with urgency. Detaching my bulbous frame from the £300 second-hand recliner proved to be a painful effort, with my doing it so quickly. Off to the wet room for my wee-wee. This proved to be an inconcinnity ridden activity, that took a never-ending period of significant duration in getting it to stop. Huh! A tinge of red to the evacuated liquid. I must remember to mention this to the nurse.
Washed and changed the PPs. Much leaking from the fungal lesion, the only thing that bothered me at all today. I’ll have a good go at medicating things when I do the ablutions.

Reflux Roger and Duodenal Duncan were the only real hindrances this morning.

Into the kitchen and got the Health Checks done. The pulse was down again and the temperature back to normal methinks.

I went to fetch some more PPs out of the spare room and took this photo with the small camera.

Made a mug of tea and set about updating the Thursday diary.

Again, it took me a long while, because of the many photographicalisations I took in Nottingham City Centre and on the bus needed sorting out.

During which, I got an email from the doctors. It read as in the snipped picture.

No mention of what the Warfarin level was. But the important stuff was there. I took an extra half of a Warfarin. I replied thanking them and confirmed the appointment. Spelling mistakes virtue of the receptionist, not me. Haha!

After much and many amendments and corrections, I finally got the updating session completed and got it posted off to WordPress.

Off for another wee-wee. The lesion had been bleeding again. Tsk! Cleaned up and to the kitchen to make another small mug of tea.

I liked this photo I took. But it seemed to get me into a caliginous thinking frenzy for some reason.

The already chipped and dirty window ledges that stop me taking decent photographs directly-downwards. The Foam or Silicone filler sticking out from the frame. The cars parked below made me jealous of the more affluent tenants who could still afford to run a vehicle and were fit enough to keep their licences. The houses out there, with families in them. Oh yes; the pathetic lugubriosity, the self-loathing and the abjections, unwantedly poured into my being again! What a schlepper!

But not for long. For natures, new growths in this shot, my nemophilistic admiration of woodlands, and my appreciation of those who try to help others soon turned off the tormenting superincumbent manic thoughts that had been flowing into the grey cell’s bone container moments earlier. I was me again! The momentary angst-riddeness now defeated! Phew!

I also received a very heartwarming lovely supportive email from Jenny, that further boosted my confidence and was much welcomed.

Time shot-by. I made a quick start on this blog as far as here. Then got the midday Health Checks done. The nervous-making drop in the pulse continued! Down to 76, now!

I’ll now take a look at what it should be, it might be right, I don’t know. Back in a while.

Had a look. I was a bit confused though. Google told me: “For a 70-year-old man, your MHR is around 150. The American Council on Exercise advises exercising at between 50 and 80 percent of your MHR, which is 75 to 120 beats per minute. Never exceed 85 percent, as this could cause cardiovascular problems. An average resting pace for adults is between 60 and 100 beats per minute. Too much to absorb, so I searched further.

Target HR Zone 50-85% – Average Maximum Heart Rate 75 > 100 beats per minute.

I further delved into trying to find the rate for someone with an Aorta Valve replacement. Not helpful for me this one either. It’s a good job I didn’t want to train as a heart-surgeon because all this is stultiloquence to my uneducated brain! Hahaha!

I tried again. Health Central the page greeted me with: “Hi, and thank you for your question. First off, I would recommend speaking with your doctor about what your heart rate should be with your specific condition, but please find below general information on heart rate that might be helpful to you.

There are different formulae to estimate the expected peak heart rate for your age. As a general guideline, some people use a heart rate of 220 minus your age (assuming that you are not on drugs which limit your heart rate response such as beta-blocking drugs, if you are, ask your physician to give you a more appropriate target rate). When starting an exercise program, aim for a target of 50%. Your goal is to be able to stay in the 65 to 75% of maximum heart rate range for 30 minutes per day, 4 or 5 days per week. The following chart may be helpful. On which it revealed: 155 beats per minute 70 years”  Erm…?

Is this the pulse then? If it is, I could be in the boat without a paddle as mine is 76?

At this, I gave up. I’ll ask the nurse on the next blood-test to confirm the range it should be in. I reckon I’ve got myself confused, somewhere along the line? Hehehe!

I looked at the comments on WordPress, and replied, only three to answer.

Popped into the WordPress Reader section. Some good stuff on there today.

Went on Facebook. Amazingly it did not go slowly or freeze on me once. However, comments kept disappearing, and occasionally it changed the page I was on, to another?

I’d spent many hours that flew-by on this Facebook.

Did the Health Checks and the medicines were taken.

Then got the meal earlier than normal for me. Gammon rashers cooked in the oven, a can of tomatoes and tomato and basil sauce. The two slices of Scottish bread seen here on the tray, turned into five slices as I added another three later. But there were no chips or potatoes? Guilty then! Lemon Bliss desert and Clementine Juice for afters.

I put the tray on the armchair next to the recliner; promptly fell asleep.

Woke up two and a half hours later and got the last Health Checks done.

No Enoxaparin injections for a while now, with the INR Warfarin level has gone up a tad..

  Realised I’d made a mess with some of the dosage pots again. So I got them resorted. Got a mug of Clementine juice and to the recliner.

Just about to doze off, and the fluctuant vacillatory fears arose; Did I turn the tap off? I had no choice but to exit the £300 second-hand recliner and check every room for anything I may have forgotten to do. Huh!

Once more, I got settled in the recliner, turned on the TV, and damnations, I could not get to sleep again!

Well, I did eventually, but it was very late on by then.

 

By Inchie

73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!

8 comments

  1. Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
    Timothy Price says:

    Great opening cartoon. In your green chart about the mixed and regurgitated stenosis, I take “M” is median since “Mean±SD” and “Mean±SE” (SE = standard error) are fairly common. There are a lot of standard deviates among that group of 108.

    Your resting heart rate is 76 on your sphygmomanometer’s display. The powers of health and medicine (PoH&M) have determined that 220 minus you age is the maximum beats per minute (bpm) you should allow your heart rate to get to at any given age. Your max bpm is currently 150, by the PoH&M’s standards.

    The 65% to 75% of your max heart rate for 30 minutes several days a week is the standard the PoH&M have determined for optimum cardio health. So when you are out hobbling around, if your heart rate gets between 98 bpm and 113 bpm for 30 minutes or if it goes to 150 bpm when Nurse Nichole is attending to you (going to the max bpm is good in some cases), your hobbling and Nurse Nichole are perfect for your optimum heart health, all things considered.

    Good the bit of nature you can see out your window helped get rid of ” the tormenting superincumbent manic thoughts”, which, I’m sure, helped you enjoy that great looking meal.

    Reply
    1. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      Glad you liked the cartoon, Tim, thanks. Took me a while to get it something like I wanted. Hehe!

      Readings: I’ve no idea how you worked all that out, mate. But cheers for doing so. The ‘hobbling and Nurse Nichole are perfect for my optimum heart health, is very encouraging for me!

      Great nosh indeed, Tim. Great flavoured tomato garlic sauce with vegetables and the can of chopped tomatoes was a first time try for me, that came out well. Mmm!

      Love your Mallard and tortourioses… fantastic shot!

      Cheers, thanks.

      Reply
      1. Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
        Timothy Price says:

        The turtles are a lot of fun to watch.

      2. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
        Inchcock says:

        I wish we had them over here, I’d make the effort to see them. TTFN

  2. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
    weggieboy says:

    I am amazed you have any blood pressure, given the amount of bleeding you report, Gerry….

    I, too thought your cartoon was a hoot!

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    1. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchcock says:

      It all confuses me too Doug. But I’m still here, so they must have got the medications right for me. The Trental encourage the blood to travel to the extremities, the Warfarin thins the blood, the Beta-blockers stop the ticker going too fast. The haemorrhoids sometimes bleed a little, not overly often. The lesion can bleed a lot at times, then it can go for days with just a tiny bit. So I reckon they have it covered. Hehe!
      I dare not complain, there are others so much worse off than me. You do a great job of coping mate.

      Glad you like the graphic joke. Take care.
      TTFNski

      Reply
      1. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
        weggieboy says:

        Same here. Many people are in worse shape. I think those blinded by disease or accident, have ALS, Parkinson’s, or MS, have been disabled and are wheelchair-bound basically have it worse than I. People severely disabled by fire also count as the less fortunate. I can’t whine for my limitations! I feel blessed, in fact, on many levels.

  3. Inchie – Nottingham. UK. – 73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
    Inchcock says:

    Well said, Doug.
    I’m blessed too, Sir.
    Two of a kind here. Oh, yes!
    Give the furries a bit of scritching for me, please.
    TTFN.

    Reply

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