Thursday 16th August 2018
Maori: Rāpare 16 o Akuhata 2018
0420hrs: Woke up with the head filled with fears, frustrations, and confusion. Confused over the two DVT telephone calls and what I have to do next after the two calls from the hospital, Will Duodenal Donald ease off. How do I reduce the content of the Enoxaparin needle before injecting it? Will I make it on the Skegness trip, and can I get someone to help in ringing the surgery for me?
I rose out of the recliner and got the computer on, to check the emails in case any had come from the anticoagulation DVT people. None had, but I got an email from the doctor’s surgery.
This means today. So again I’ve got to go out when I feel so tired and weary in the afternoon, to fetch the medications, I assume to be an Enoxaparin syringe – hopefully, filled with the right amount of dosage for me to prod into my stomach. Hehe!
I made a brew and carried out the Health Checks. The machine worked the first time.
Pleased to see the weight had, at last, stopped going up. Even if it is only short-lived and temporarily.
I got on with finalising the Wednesday post. Took me two hours, but I got it done and posted off to WordPress.
I was about to start on this blog, and the much anticipated and overdue summoning to
I got eight of the Ironclads caught on the stick thingy on the Critter Kill card. But there were two dozen or so on the shower area floor. I nabbed one, but having got down to get him or her, by the time I got back up, the others had scattere
I decided to try and make up another of the traps and was well pleased with this one. I got it about right, I think.
I left it in the corner of the shower.
Washed my hands and returned to the computer.
Edward from Morrisons with the order.
He said it was raining heavily outside. Nice chap Edward.
Got the things into the kitchen and unloaded them into the cupboards and fridge, which was
Trust the rain to fall when I have to go out to fetch the Enoxaparin and book an appointment with the nurse for the extra blood test.
I sent an email asking for an appointment.
After clearing the fodder away, I noticed how the rain was still falling and the kitchen windows had gained some new light brown coloured blotches on the outer cellophane coverings.
I was surprised to hear the hoists coming up with the workers in this weather.
Maybe, the rain will clear off some of the blotches so I can see out of the windows a bit for a change?
The rain looked to be set in for a while yet.
Then I went on the WordPress reader pages.
Moved onto the TFZer Facebook to catch up on events, post piccies etc.
Went for a wee-wee, rinsed and then got yesterday’s diary updating started. Took me a long time again, the old concentration was
Cleaned and put the small potatoes in the crock-pot with some sea salt, malt vinegar and mint in the water.
The rain had eased off by the time I went off to do the ablutions.
The little scallywag was probably having her morning shower? Hahaha!
I didn’t have the heart to kill the brave little fella.
They will probably climb back up when I’ve gone.
Sorted the black bags and took them to the rubbish chute.
Down and out into the now sunshiny morning. Avoiding getting knocked over by the traffic somehow, I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, hut.
Had a natter with Obersturmführeress Warden Julie and Warden Deana. Always cheers me up, having an unserious chinwag and laugh. And I had some more at the bus stop with Cindy, Jenny, Shirley, Josie, Frank and some others, for a few minutes or so before the bus arrived.
OVer the hill and down right to the Carrington Pharmacy.
Eventually, Nurse Ann spoke to me, asking if I can get to the surgery for 0900hrs in the morning, Just what I need, another mile and third hobble for the third day on the trot! But hey-ho, she was trying to help) she would do the extra INR blood test and the CDH blood test and urine, etc. at the same time, thus saving me going in yet again for the Monday test.
She took me into her treatment room and spoke with me, saying nothing about what had gone wrong, but she did say she knew what had caused the problem. I thanked her and gave her some nibbles.
Late now and I was getting into the falling asleep mode, but I had to pull myself out of it, for I had a lot to get done still before the day had gone
The place was busy again. The Willmott-Dixon lads were busy everywhere. Especially on the
In the centre, the new extra-care block was coming on leaps and bounds.
At the end of the Walk, I could see Woodthorpe Court, a welcoming sight for my tired, burning, aching feet. The thought of my having to limp along this journey again for the third time in a row tomorrow, which means me having to get up earlier than
I painfully tried to increase my rates of knots of hobbling, to get into the flat before there might be a risk of leakage from the lower regions.
I got around the lorry without too much difficulty.
Into the flats and had a much-needed short-sharp-wee-wee. Made it in time.
Got the kettle on and did the Health Checks and took the midday medications.
There were two double-sided dirty-great sheets to read. Not that I understood much of it, mind you.
Nothing like the ones I used last time the INR was too low.
I skilfully (I thought anyway), injected the flabby tummy while pinching the wobbly flesh as instructed. Then took a photograph my pretending to be sticking in the hypodermic in the same area with the now empty of contents needle. Clever eh? Cause I couldn’t take an actual picture of the process, with only having two hands you see. Hahaha!
They require to have two shots a day now. I’ll have to take one along with me along with the usual medications on the trip to Skegness on Saturday. So looking forward to this day out. Just hoping the ailments don’t bother me too much, and that the plates-of-meat cope alright with wandering around. Oh, I must remember to put some PP’s in the bag. At this rate, I’ll need to take a shopping trolley with me. Hahaha!
I got with updating this blog for… wait for it… six hours! What a klutz!
Got the lamb and potatoes into the oven.
I hope I did it right. I can ask Nurse Ann in the morning if she’s got the time with already kindly fitting me in extra.
So tired, and the plates are still burning and stinging. And another walk to do in the morning. I’ll be too crippled to walk around Skeggy perhaps? I hope it is a comfortable bus we are going in, might get the head down then. Haha!
A successful cooking session that took all day, actually. All the ingredients came together, you know, were ready at the same time for once. The baby potatoes were cooked in the crock-pot first, then removed dried and sprayed with butter oil and added to the minced lamb roasting in the oven.
The mushrooms were boiled slow and long with soy sauce and balsamic vinegar. The swede parsnips and onions were cooked separately with lamb seasoning, then added to the pan. The sliced potatoes were done in the oven at the same.
I can smugly claim a Flavour Rating of 9.45/10 for this effort. Hehe!
I got the pots in the washing up bowl soaking and settled down to watch some selected TV programmes.
Fell asleep!
You are going to be a pin cushion with two shots a day. When I was getting shots in my belly, if the nurses injected them too fast, I would bruise pretty badly. Looks like you caught a few ICBBs. Some of those splats on the window look straight on which is surprising for being so high on the building. Fine looking bowl of food.
ICBB’s? Beat me with this one Tim.
I looked it up: ICBB means “I Can’t Be Bothered” or “International Continental Black Belt” or “International Conference on Biotechnology and Bioengineering”, or “Imperial College Big Band”? Hehe!
The shots have been stopped now, Sir. Back in again tomorrow for the CDH shots and checks and another INR Warfarin blood test. It’s never ending! Tsk!
Can’t believe how I ddidn’t get the usual mass-bruising like when the nurses gave it me?
Thanks, TTFN, Sir.
ICBB = Iron Clad Biting Beetles. That’s amazing what you found for ICBB.
Hahaha!