Tuesday 15th January 2019
Samoan: Aso Lua 15 Ianuari 2019
23:25hrs. I stirred into ersatz life and lay there deliberating over my situation, and taking in the thoughts with the mind in a calm, nonbelligerent mood. I could recall no dreaming, nocturnal nibbling or, and this is the best one… no bleeding from either the front or back! I remembered (I say remember, it was when I saw my sign about it hanging over the TV screen), the appointments with the Doctor and Nurse starting at 0720hrs. The brain did get a tiny bit of angst when it recalled that the destruction make-as-much-mess-they-can engineers will be calling to ruin the carpets and leave the maximum amount of dust spread as far as possible from the drilling as they can manage.
Physically, I thought things were doing fine, apart from Duodenal Donald lingering in the background and the rumbling innards, I was pleased.
Oh, great I thought. The Furosemide swollen legs, the abscess, the wee-weeing. And now the trots have joined Duodenal Donald in making me feel so nervous! Combine these worries with the fact that I have to go out on a 40-minute walk to the surgery for blood tests and see the Doctor about the Furesomide side-effects and tell her about the trots and beg for some more effective ulcer medicine or tablets, oh, and see if the pain is an abscess or a blood clot!
No doubt about it, the pain wholly dissipated when I am sat down, the moment I’m back on the feet it starts giving me grief.
Every morning something new for me fret about and get in a stew! Oy Vey is mir!
A lot of cleaning up needed after the evacuation. Had a rinse and thought I’d better start
Before I got the Health Check things ready, I put the kettle on and got the old Sony camera out and took some photographs of the legs.
Some new vein patterns again, and I think some others have disappeared? But less fluid now.
I took a zoomed in shot of the problem area on the left leg.
It came out more explicit than I could have hoped for, and I’m not so sure it is an abscess, now. What it is, I just don’t know. As I sit typing
I still think someone should pay to have free access to my warped, fluid-filled, unbalanced, Furosemide affected legs for experimentation… Someone from the medical profession? Hahaha! You’d think they would slip me a bit of cash to leave the legs to them when I snuff it. BUPA perhaps?
02:00hrs already now, and I’ve just got around to doing the Health Checks, Humph!
Things looked okay to me with the results.
I wish other concerns would be better, though. I’m dreading the walk to the surgery. The wee-weeing seemed to be getting a less often, but that is because when I took the
The picture I snapped from the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window, revealed the heavy clouds in the sky, that hid the moon and stars. Again, I was pleased with the old Sony camera result.
I got the Monday post finalised and sent off to WordPress.
I decided, being as I noted I was out of the better toilet rolls (Or perhaps I could not find them, such is the mess in the spare room, Shame-Mode Adopted), I’d add some toilet rolls to the Morrisons order for Thursday. I found they had 9-roll packs on offer reduced to £3 from £3-50, so I ordered one. I also noticed they had vegetarian cocktail sausages from £2.50 down to £1 and added one to the order. But the best was, they offered a pack of ‘Six cartons or bottles of Honest Organic Kids Ever After Juice Drinks’ as a freebie! No idea what they are other than apple flavour, but I bet someone at the Social Hour will fancy them for the grandkids mayhaps?
And as I said before, I’m feeling most apprehensive of getting through the 40-minute hobble to the surgery without any Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops!, and getting back as well. Should any escapages from the front or rear happen, the PPs (Protection Pants) will prove ineffective… of dear, I am feeling worse now after working that one out. I feel hesitant, indisposed, nervous, almost afraid to go out, but must visit the Doctor for help with these problems. What else can I do? Tsk, bother and Harrumph!
I got the mushroom in the crock-pot. Then, I stopped everything and got the ablutions tended to. By the time I’d finished the cleaning up session, I felt a lot better in myself. Duodenal Donald had eased off, and the rumbling innards reduced a slight gurgling now and then. Also, the wee-wees had reduced in quantity and frequency. Yeehaa! I reckon if I leave here by 0630hrs, I should get to the surgery on time for 0720hrs… ah, maybe not, what if the abscess or whatever it is, slows my hobbling down… Mmm… I’ll try to time it to leave at 0615hrs then.
A new layout on the route. The lads had begun to build the bus turn around point. So, we must all remember to walk on the right now. Not the left.
To the end of Chestnut Walk, and down
By gum, I was getting a move on.
The pain from the leg amazingly departed, and my rate of knots increased somewhat!
Near the surgery, I took this photograph of some flowers on a hedge to a house.
Bootiful!
I got into the surgery and logged on with the receptionists and sat down, getting the crossword book out, and had a failed session on the puzzles.
Back to the seat, and Nurse Nichole appeared and fetched me to her treatment room. I managed to have a little natter as she took the blood, but not much. I thanked her and handed some nibbles, departed and dropped some bits
The traffic had got much busier now.
I took a picture in Carrington and then one in Sherwood as I almost power-walked the route back home.
As I turned onto Marshall Street, I had to stop to avoid treading in some Nottinghamian Street Art. No doubt created and deposited my some alcoholic who, as many of us have done in the past, and they thought it would be a good idea to get a takeaway, after a jolly-good session on the plonk.
I stopped and hobbled a little way up Cavendish Vale, to take this shot of Winwood Heights. Woodthorpe to the left and Winchester Court on the right. The new
I carried on, despite the pain of the feet, at a good steady pace. And took this photo at the junction of Winchester STreet that goes up to the flats, and turns into Mapperley Rise on the right.
I can’t remember seeing it earlier when I walked down. But of course, it was much darker then.
As I reached the top of the road, many delivery
Not that it mattered, but I had to wait a few minutes while the drivers had to manoeuvre their lorries around to find somewhere to park without blocking the traffic. Not an easy task.
But Incharge Ian was at hand to assist them. Heck of a job for him, but seemed content enough and he was smiling.
I was smiling to myself as Brigadeführeress Warden Deans passed by. We had a mini-natter and a laugh about the signs missing digits. Haha!
As I got in the foyer, I managed to have another chinwag with two residents sat in there. I checked in the laundry room, and the machines were available. So, up to the flat to get the washing down and done.
I’d left at around 06:30hrs, hobbled into Carrington, saw the Doctor, had the blood taken by delightful Nurse Nichole, walked all the way back taking photographs as I did, and still it was only 08:45 hours? Am I going potty or what?
I gathered the laundry and accoutrements needed and went down to the laundry room. I had a smashing natter with a man and woman sat in the lobby. A hello from Cyndy as she passed through to catch the bus. Into the room and got the washer going.
On the way back up in the lift, I discovered some more Nottinghamian Artwork on the wall of the elevator cage. No idea what it was, but it didn’t look nice. Hehe!
I took another zoomed-in picture and placed it on top of the button panel in the graphic. But it didn’t come out any clearer for identificationalisationing purposes.
Suddenly the leg started to hurt again? I got the computer on and started to update this blog. Then down to the laundry room to move the clothes to the dryer. Had another good nattering session this another two residents in the foyer. I’m enjoying this! So much after I’d moved the washing into the spinner thingy and wiped the drum, I stayed downstairs while the dryer did its thing. And got a few words in with some passing residents again.
Got the cleaned clobber away in the airing cupboard, and pressed on with the updating of this post. Accompanied with the banging and drilling from workers doing the installation prep work for the fitting of the sprinklers.
Checked the mushrooms and they were ready. So I moved them into a saucepan with some tomatoes with extra passata.
The blooming bruise on the leg is now worse than this morning. How can it disappear when I’m at the Doctors and come back now, with a vengeance? Humph!
Got some bacon in the oven, to add to the tomatoes and mushrooms, and digest with some of the Polish sourbread. Yum-yum! I hope.
Tasty, very tasty! The Polish Bread from the Post office shop was great!
8.9/10 Flavour-Rating.
Aha! There was an A-team showing on the TV. So I settled to watch it before cleaning the pots… which never got done, because I nodded off at the first commercial break!
A lot of excellent photos today. The doctor didn’t have much to say and neither did Nurse Nichole? That’s a bit disappointing. interesting looking meal. You went postal with the Polish bread?
I fank you.
I felt a little, what are the words?
Let down and vacant after the visits.
My concentration is now shattered. Simple tasks taking ages, or I just give up, the brain is rebelling I think along with the body now. Tsk!
The old Sony camera seems fine outside, but inside it tends to warp the colours?
You went postal with the Polish bread? – Hehe!
Prostate problems too. Hahaha!
Such a day! All I had go wrong today was eating without remembering to take my medications. Sheez! I hope things sorted themselves out for you. I hate having swollen legs, something I regularly had when I had to take Furosemide. Dialysis takes care of the fluid build up, one small blessing for that procedure!
Best wishes for an uneventful (medically-speaking) day, Gerry.
Bless yer, Doug. Things still in the wind so as to speak. Haha!
A lot better than last night though, thankfully.
I reckon between us we could write a bool of advice for others about Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and how to cope with an ailing memory! I’ve just posted a blog with Tim’s brilliant song with the correct lyrics this time. Won’t it a good un too! I loved it, thanks and appreciation to Tim!
I made another clanger about the day of the next engineers visit, it is next Thursday, not today! I am a klutz!
Cheers.
Tim’s been working over time on fun songs lately! A very creative fellow, eh?!
He has the skills, a multitude of them, I reckon.
I’m not jealous of course. Hehehe!