Inchcock – Fri 4 Jan 2019: A brain-foggy day

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Friday 4th January 2019

Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 4mh Faoilleach 2019

23:25hrs. wd 0.51.51 Once again, I woke up with the urgent, nae, desperate Furosemide-induced need for a painful PHBLWW (Persistent, Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee). No time to make it to the wet room, I utilised the grey plastic bucket I nowadays keep handy for any nocturnal emergencies such as this. The evacuation was an extra-long one, and the splashbacks countered by my cunningly-clever ploy of placing kitchen towels over the proceedings. Smug-Mode Adopted! I have now lost all control over the process, and have to look down to see if things have stopped, as the sensation has also gone. It’s not easy, having to see down and over the mountainous stomach, you know! Oy Gevalt!

Approximately 00:05hrs. wd 0.51.51 Tapping/knocking noises were coming from somewhere above? Hope someone is not in trouble. They lasted on and off for about ten minutes or so.

I drifted into a feeling-sorry-for-Inchcock-mode. But not for long, I was stern as I chastised myself. Off I limped to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session and had an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) again as well. No bleeding from the rear, but Little Inchies Fungal lesion bled a good bit. wd 0.51.51

The ideas had grown for a humorous ode of my Thoughts, and it was the first thing I did before anything else, made up and posted the Ode off to WordPress. Taking two more PHBLWWs as I did so. But I think they are getting less in volume a bit now. The Ode link

I got the Health Checks done next.

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5fri003aSys and Dia were getting gradually lower again?

wd 0.51.51 Took the medications, finding out I had missed last nights doses when I fell asleep so early. Humph! So I just imbibed one Warfarin and a painkiller with the morning ones.

wd 0.51.51 Made a brew and as I was taking it, I needed another wee-wee. Grabbed a pot and did my duty… to find that something came out with the urine that shouldn’t have. I won’t show it here, but I took a picture of it to show the doctors next week. It might be dried blood that came from the Fungal lesion? But I am not sure. I’ll keep an eye on every discharge that follows today, if it happens again, I will call the surgery or 111. I’m a bit concerned with this. Always something extra to fret about at the weekends it seems!

wd 0.51.51 Hello, I’m involuntarily passing wind now! A lot of it! Might it be due to the side-effects of the Furesomide? There are more than enough of them on the list. Hehe!

5fri004wd 0.51.51 Off to the Porcelain Throne again. The check of the water-container legs, revealed that some of the papules had disappeared and some new ones matured? Why the red scuff marks on the knees? (These took me back to my formative years and joy on the carpet? Hahahaha!)

No problems passing-wise, other than everything was accompanied by the escaping wind. I thought it was crude, but comical at the time. Apparently, the cunning Furesomide sensed the porcelain and kept me waiting sat there so long, I read a bit of the book, as I waited for the PHBLWW (Persistent, Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) to end. I feel like I could plotz!

Back to the kitchen to make another brew. Funny that is, I have a thirst like never before, just when I do not need one. Or do I? Is it part of the Furosemide make-up, so I can clear out any impurities with the fluids? You may think I am getting all disoriented, confused and mixed-up about the problem? You’d be right, too! Tsk!

Oh, how I’d love to get out for long hobble, chinwags, natterings, seeing other tellurians and feeling alive! I’m an outpatient stuck indoors, with no nurses. Just thought I’d mention it, feeling sorry for myself again. Stop-it!

5fri006Back on the computer, I looked up for things that might be causing my current additional problems. I found out that, it may be a Phosphatidylethanolamine problem. Or not. Phospholipids consist of a hydrophilic (or ‘water-loving‘) head and a hydrophobic (or ‘water-fearing’) tail. Phospholipids like to line up and arrange themselves into two parallel layers, called a phospholipid bilayer. This layer makes up your cell membranes and is critical to a cell’s ability to function. Simple isn’t it? Not a good idea to look things up on the internet, when you are as uneducated and thick as what I am. Hahaha!

Two more PHBLWWs later, I got on with updating the Thursday blog, at last. Took me longer than usual, as Dizzy Dennis was making a few appearances. During which, the Wee-wees turned into SPWWs (Sharp-Painful-Wee-wees), not so long in duration now, but still powerful jets and splashbacks.

I’d been forgetting to check the fluids in the grey bin for foreign matter. What a schmuck! I’ll scrutinise the next one.

I made a beginning of starting this post next. Between SPWWs and the never-ending drive to shove tea and water down my gullet.

Decided to get some brekkie. Into the kitchen to put a lamb burger in the oven, to have with the last of the Asda Walmart sourdough bread. If I can get my teeth through the crust, that is. When another call to the plastic bin for a wee-wee arrived, and there was no waiting, if I had not had the bowl nearby to use, the PPs would have been tested beyond their limits! A lengthy session this one was, but not so painful I think. I examined things afterwards, no signs of unwanted intruders. Phew!

5fri007I got the breakfast sorted. The knife had to be sharpened again for it to get through the sourdough bread.

I’m afraid things went to pot while I was eating the bread. The stomach churned, off to the Porcelain Throne, Little Inchies lesion was bleeding badly, stomach-cramp like pains as soon as I had evacuated. Not feeling so well now.

I threw the brekkie away and just sat down staring, as the light began to rise. I used the grey bin was utilised several times over the next hour or so of nothingness. So much so, that I had to get up to empty and clean it to use again… and again, and again…

I had a bad turn (I assume)… not really sure what took place, but I seemed to come back to reality hours later, while I was taking a wee-wee in the wet room? Without the foggiest idea of what I’d been up to. Oh dear!

5fri34The thirst and hunger were in need of satisfying.

I did some chips (Fries) and the just-out-of-date sausages, no trimmings or extras or dessert, for I still felt so tired and a little out-of-it.

Perhaps I had fallen asleep earlier?

Concentration has not been my good point today.

Tray still on my overblown belly, I fell into a deep sleep as soon as I finished the nosh. I woke hours later with the tray in the same position. Then, uninterested in activating the brain, I nodded off again… Huh!

4 thoughts on “Inchcock – Fri 4 Jan 2019: A brain-foggy day

  1. Splish splash he was taking a wee, long about every night, morning, afternoon, evening… floating between hydrophilic and hydrophobic. Do you know the song “Splish splash I was taking a bath”? At least your temperature is normal. 36º C (96.8º F) is about where I run. Both meals look decent.

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    • Ah, the wee-wees this morning are not so hose-pipe-like, but longer in duration and more frequent. Tsk!
      The BP has really dipped, too.
      I do recall the Splish Splash song. Bobby Darin I think.
      Thank heavens for the temperature, got one right anyway. Hehe!
      Not up to doing any proper meals, can’t get out for fresh stuff anyway yet.
      Cheers. Yours, grumpy, fed-up, wee-weeing, boil-bursting, depressed, chinwagless, geriatric Gerry.
      Ah-well!

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      • Any neighborly types in the flats you could invite over for a chinwag? Seems you all are stacked pretty close to each other in those towers.

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      • A thought, Tim.
        But not knowing for sure what my new ailments are, I wouldn’t like to pass on anything to anyone.
        Don’t get many visitors at the best of times, but I hope no one calls now; if you see what I mean.
        TTFN.

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