Thursday 21st February 2019
Welsh: Dydd Iau, 21 Chwefror 2019
00:40hrs. The vagueness of my mind took me some time in clearing away. It was as if a fog was milling about, preventing me from getting my thoughts into order for a while. I have to admit, this concerned me for a while. Eventually, the wandering introspections and musings started off. I can cope with these, I’m used to them nowadays!) Having cleared away the inconclusive, unexplainable thoughts of weevils, my ischaemia, worms in my leg wound, loneliness and fear of reincarnation, I removed my morbidly obese stomached body from the £300 c.1968 second-hand recliner.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear! What a messy affair. Tsk! Washed the dandies and antisepticated the contact surfaces.
Got the Health Checks sorted out and took the medications.
Sys had gone down well, the Pulse remains high, and the weight, we’ll not bother mentioning, eh?
Made a brew of tasty, strong Glengettie tea, managing without any bother to drop the milk bottle as I took it out of the fridge!
It took me so long to clear the mess up, that the tea had gone cold by then! So, I made another and took it with me to the computer to make a start on doing yesterday’s diary updating. But, a second call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, os off to the wet room. Same evacuation style as the first visit, so much cleaning up to be done again. Washed the dandies and antisepticated the contact surfaces.
Back to the computer and the gone-cold-again mug of tea! So, I made another, and took it with me again, to the computer to make a start on yesterday’s diary updating. Which proved to be a long time in doing. Four hours before I had got it finished. Concentration was not good, but worst of all, the internet had gone all dead-slow and jittery on me!
I went on the WordPress reader for a while.
Then had some brekkers, Marmite based again. With a mug of tea that I actually got to drink! Haha!
Made a start on this blog up to here.
Then made a mug of tea I could maybe get around to drinking.
Went to get the ablutions done. Did the midday Health Checks, cause I’m not sure what time I will get back from the surgery.
The leg wound is looking better this morning. Leg fluid is filling up a bit, though.
I prepared myself for the trip to the surgery. Nibbles, paperwork, bus-pass and the Social Hour nibble-box all in the bag or jacket pocket. Grubbed about making sure that no taps (faucets), lights, heaters or cooker had been left on. Checked the fridge doors. Took the two black bags to the waste chute. Cleaned and sanitised the Emergency Grey Bin. Got the hearing aid put in the lug-holes. Searched for the door keys (finding them in the jammy-bottoms), and set out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.
Where I found UN adjudicator Jenny and Obergruppenführeress Warden Deana having a natter.Which I intruded upon. Left the nibble-box and raffle prized in case I did not get back in time from the doctor’s for some of the Social Hour later.
I departed in a better frame of mind after seeing Jenny and Deana and our persiflage, off on my hobble.
As I turned down onto Winchester Street Hill, over the next twenty yards or so, I found an excellent array of Nottinghamian Street Art!
I wonder if suspicion will fall on Deacon Tyres? Their premises are about 800 yards up the hill from this place where they were left?
Personally, if I were investigating this bit of Fly-Tipping, I’d concentrate on Deacon’s cunning competitors. (A bit of Sherlock Holmes style advice here for the police, no charge Ossifers!)
I plodded on, with only Back-Pain Brenda, and or, Kevin Kidney Aches out of all my ailments, giving me any bother. (Smug-Mode-Adopted)
As I passed by Cavendish Vale, I took this photo of my beloved Woodthorpe Court from a distance.
Not much traffic this morning along Mansfield Road. Maybe the kids are off school?
I got into Carrington (Note the lack of vehicular activity? Very odd it looked to me that did!
I got into the surgery early, waited until the receptionist had finished on the phone, and checked in. Sat down, got the crossword book out. I had to cheat and look up a solution to be able to finish a crossword I’d been doing for months! Tsk!
I heard Nurse Ann call my name, and my EQ immediately informed something was coming that I would not appreciate. I was sent to her treatment room to await her arrival as she spoke with the receptionist. I was getting my jacked off so I could roll up the sleeve when she came in.
She said something that I didn’t make-out. Always get her hackles up when I can’t hear what she says). In a voice that was probably heard in the next room, she said: “Are you well enough to take this injection!” – “I think so” – That’s not good enough, I need to know if you are well-enough… these cost us £125 each, you know! Are you well enough?” – “Yes!” – “Are you sure?” – “Erm, Yes!”
I felt a little discommoded at how things had gone verbally. But, being aware of the many times I have said the wrong thing at an inappropriate, untimely manner over the years. So, I was in no mood to quodlibetificate about this put-down I’d received. But, I did feel just a little bit miffed.
Another thing I noticed, was that the only times this Nurse smiles is when she is inserting a hypodermic needle, or pulling off a plaster! Hehehe!
She added when I mentioned the fluid building up again in the legs: “Make an appointment to see the doctor on your way out!” See, she does care!
I carried out her command and went to the receptionist. Which didn’t get me very far, mind? Mostly due to my own stubbornness, I’m afraid. I explained the situation, telling her I had got an appointment on Monday for my INR Warfarin blood test, asking if I could get a meeting with Dr Vindla somewhere near the same time. As each time I have to come here, that is the end of my active day. No appointments were available for Monday or Tuesday. I said, “Ah-well, forget about it!” And ashamed with myself, I departed, to try and get back to the complex in time for some of the Social Hour.
The timing was terrible today. I left and caught a bus back to Sherwood. The L9 back up the hill was not due for forty-minutes. So, I went on a shopping spree of sorts. To the Post Office shop, and got some nibble-box bits and a Polish Sourdough sliced loaf. Then over the road, into Wilko, and got a mug as a pressie for one of favourite fellow tenant gals, disinfectant for the Emergency Grey Bin, and some bleach.
Then up to the bus stop. Where a couple of residents were waiting, and we had a chinwag. Two more joined us, and the words and laughs flowed. I enjoyed that.
I got off the bus and straight into the Social Hour hut. Handed round the nibbles, handed the China mug to the gal and had a few chinwags again.
I was fortunate enough to leave at the same time as Cyndy, and we walked to the flats nattering (Well the talking came from me, Tsk!)
In the foyer, we had a chinwag with the lady tenant who is moving to nearer her family. I’m glad for her, a was Cyndy.
I felt a wee-wee forming up, an went to the lifts. Where Cyndy joined me a minute or so later.
A laugh and verbal banter later, I got off of the elevator, and Cyndy carried on up to her home. Lovely gal.
I got in the flat and had a wee-wee. Got the oven heating up for the chips later. Health Checks were done, and I took the medications.
Made up the German smoked ham and tomato sandwiches with the excellent tasting Polish Sourdough bread, added the pies to the plate.
I then got some of the Aviko Thick-cut Super-Crunch Oven Chips cooking, (Contents: Potatoes, modified starch, sunflower oil, rice flour, salt, dextrin, raising agent (E500, E450), maltodextrin, thickener (E415), turmeric, paprika extract) I bought them because they were on Special Offer.
The cooking time given on the packet said 20-minutes. But I ended up giving them 35 minutes, as I had fallen asleep in the chair waiting for them to cook, Klutz!
They still looked to be rather pale and insipid to me.
When I tried one while taking them out of the oven, I found I couldn’t have been more wrong! They tasted so good!
I couldn’t eat anywhere near all of this meal, though I enjoyed what I did eat. I bagged up two of the meat and tomato sarnies and put them in the fridge, in case I woke and fancied a nibbled later. (In fact, I ended up having them for breakfast on Friday morning) Haha!
The usual sad efforts to stay awake to watch some TV were more miserable than ever before. Viewed a few minutes of the A-Team, nodded of waking an hour later. I watched several one or two minutes worth of Boon. I did better with the Pie in the Sky though, viewed a good ten-minutes worth, nodded off and woke in time to see the rolling ending credits for Pie.
I gave up and switched off the TV. I reckon I must have nodded off within seconds, for about six hours.
A reminder that I have a Toshiba TV for sale.
2 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Thur 21 Feb 2019: Introspections and fear of reincarnation greeted me this morning.”
I think you need an advocate to go to your appointments with you to make sure you are not being abused too much; to have a second set of ears to get instructions right, and to have a person to go through your list of issues, and make sure the doctor and nurses address them.
Nurse Ann was bitching about the cost of a £125 shot? That is nothing in medical costs. I had a procedure on Monday that took 5 minutes for the actual procedure. But there was prep and anesthesia involved, so the time from when I checked into the clinic to when I checked out was about 2 hours. The total cost was over $7,000, of which I had to pay $2,400 up front. Nurse Ann has nothing to bitch about since I’m sure she didn’t have to pay £125 for your shot out of her own pocketbook.
However, the cost of that procedure I had on Monday is pretty insignificant compared to when I had to get Neupogen shots to force my bones to create white blood cells when my immune system was really low. Neupogen shots cost $5,000 each. That’s something Nurse Ann could really bitch about. Back in 2011 when my immune system tanked to the point where my white counts and absolute neutrophils registered zero, and I was developing a fever, I had to have 7 Neupogen shots over a weeks time before my white counts and absolute neutrophils got back into the normal range. $35,000 worth of shots in a week might have sent Nurse Ann into cardiac arrest!
Nice trash and tire street art. I hauled off several tires I found in a corner of our infinite shed of doom a few months ago. I asked the attendant at the landfill what they did with old tires. He said they shred them and then spread the shredded tires on layers of trash to help keep stuff from blowing around until the layers are completely covered with dirt.
Good you got some nattering in and a right decent looking meal.
Well, Tim, you are spot on in the first paragraph. Tsk!
The place (Surgery) is going right off lately. But Dr Vindla is straight forward, I like that.
The chalk & cheese nurses mean I have to take pot luck. Hehehe!
Your cost for medical treatment is something we spoilt NHS patients avoid. But have to wait so long for treatment. Over $7,000! Crikey!
I wonder how much my ticker operation cost them? Well, me and every other NI payer? I’d be interested in finding out, I might try to look up the cost later.
Even managed a chinwag today, a Saturday, too. My old mate Michael called on me. He even gave me a lift to the Chemist to collect the prescriptions, bless him!
Are the vets expensive over there?