Wednesday 6th February 2019
Icelandic: Miðvikudagur 6. Febrúar 2019
I got up on my feet pretty quickly and went to do the Health Checks. As is usual lately, the call came for the Porcelain duties as I got out the paraphernalia to do the checks. A messy evacuation, but at least there was no blood loss from the front or rear end. Cleaned things up and washed the dandies.
Back into the kitchen.
I must see if I can find out what this means on the internet. If I put in Sys 132 – Dia 84 okay? Later, I might get some indications about it. I’m waffling again, Sorry.
I decided to get this done straight away, while it was in my head and not gone off into the
Every time the nurse or doctor take my blood pressure, it seems to be alright? More Mysteries of Tenant of and his Woodthorpe Court flat that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the space/time continuum! (Thanks to Tim Price – author of this perfect description of me and my home!) Hehehe!
I had a check of the pins. I’m sure there is less
Back again to the computer and the now cold tea. Oy Vey!
Went to make another brew. I got the cleaned and refreshed Emergency Grey Bucket relocated in a handy position near the computer just in case.
And boy, was I glad I had done so five minutes later when the first of many wee-wees arrived. An extremely long hose-pipe-blasting splash-back-creating painful one, it was. I was worn out by the time it stopped. Haha! All following wee-wees were of the SNSWWs (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wees) class. Which can be tricky when you are unsure if things have finished or not! There were plenty of them throughout the day. A good job I have no appointments that need me to go out, far from the bucket or a WC! Hopefully, when the legs get used to the medication again, the wee-wees might become less frequent? I hope!
My hands suddenly went from a reddish colour to a pale whitishness? Why? More Mystery!
07:30hrs: Eventually I around to starting today’s blog going. When I heard the oddest sounds. Bleep, bleeping and Pheow, pheow sounds? I checked around each room, and even got on the step ladder so I could see out from the kitchen window – but nothing seen as to the cause of these noises? Didn’t sound like anything the workmen have been making?
I had still not a mug of tea, so an hour or so later, I went to get one. Tap, tap and knock knock this time from Herberts flat above. So, I assumed Big John (Herbert) was building one of his toys, or the workmen were in his flat doing something and didn’t bother about the annoying concentration destroying niggling tap tapping.
I went on the Morrison site and took some things off of my order, and added a couple of others. The tap-tapping tuned to drilling noises, so now I know it is the workmen above. I gave up trying doing the blog altogether.
Got some brekkers sorted. Sweet and Sour Porridge… hahaha! Only joking!
Sister Jane rang as I started to eat it. (I said that her Pete had left a CCTV camera in the flat didn’t I? Hahaha!)
After I had received my instructions, reprimanded for eating too many potatoes and bread, then been told off for not cleaning out the spare room. I was saved any more excoriations, by of all things another timely intervention of an SNSWW, that needed an immediate response. Utilised the Emergency Grey Bucket.
Finished the now cold breakfast, and went in to get the potato in the oven.
Turned it on and with my concentration shattered by the pain, I just sat watching clips on YouTube for about two hours till the potato was ready to be cut in half and be mixed with the cheese, then returned to the husks and back in the oven to brown off. With intermissions of course to utilise the Emergency Grey Bucket!
Had to get up for another SNSWW.
Washed the pots, and sat down and just drifted off into the land of Nod.
Amazingly, I slept through for about five hours, without waking for a wee-wee!
That was perfect how you put the potatoes in the oven right after you got off the phone with your sister who was scolding you for eating potatoes. You haven’t mentioned Big John lately. Has he been on holiday from banging or does he blend in with the construction. Seems another twilight zone mystery that you seem to be the only one who hears his banging about. Your blood pressure is almost always very high. I just figured it’s all the meds and such, since you never mention the doctors or nurses being worried about it. Do the nurses take your blood pressure when you go in blood work? If they do, is it the same as when you take it? It looks like your potatoes turned out really well in the end.
You noticed that about the cheesy-spuds then, Tim, Hehe!
Big John: I think you are spot on with saying ‘He blends in with the construction racket!’ His rooms are set out above mine, so I cop for it. But he has either been quieter or had the noise masked by the workers lately. I’ll not complain though, I don’t feel well-enough for any altercations at the moment. Tsk!
Again, you are right about the BP readings, I thought just the same, Sir. The nurses don’t take the BP on the INR tests, but if it is Nurse Nichole and I tell her about it being high, she will take it for me – but it has never been high when she takes it, and I feel such a fool then! (I do this very easily, though – feel a fool! Hehehe!)
Excellent spud turn-out, Tim. Although Jane might not think so! (‘Fear-Mode-Adopted!’)
Hey-ho!
Cheers.
Whenever I go to the doctor, they weigh me, take my BP, temperature and oxygen level, and ask a million questions about my pain levels, how many times I get up in the night to wee wee, changes in conditions from my last visit, etc. My vitals are generally normal and boring. Often when people get their BP taken at the doctor’s office it’s higher because they are nervous. You seem to be opposite, if Nurse Nichole takes your blood pressure and it’s normal. Maybe her angelic presence brings down your blood pressure.
Ah, that’s because they value your life and health perhaps, Tim? Glad to hear it, mind you.
Sheer panic sometimes at the surgery for me Tim. Mayhem! It is only a very small, place inside. The waiting room with the kids, old folk, and coughers. Nurses patient-visit-treatment all being timed. Staff in a pickle sometimes over appointments etc. Hehe!
I’m always happy to get the opportunity for a chinwag, even if they are only telling me off. Haha! You are right about Nurse Nichole I think.
Cheers, mate.