Inchcock – Mon 25th Feb 19: This Monday deteriorated as it went… The Cramp’s night attacks assured I got little sleep. Fed-up? Me?

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Monday 25th February 2019

Scots Gaelic: Diluain 25 Gearran 2019

00:30hrs. I woke with remnants of yesterdays horrendous headaches still lingering, but far less acutely, and the wrists and arms itching away like mad, I’ve no idea why. I had to release my overly stomach-burdened body from the £300 second-hand ci 1968 rickety recliner and made use of the Emergency Grey Plastic Bin for a wee-wee. While taking this VSWWW (Very short Weak-Wee-wee), I realised that the bin had hardly been used overnight. Whereas yesterday morning it was three-quarters full, this morning there was only perhaps signs of a couple of uses. I thought about not taking the Furesomide this morning; I’ve got to go out for the Warfarin INR blood test anyway.

Then as I went into the kitchen with the plates, cutlery and tray left over from last nights meal and got them in the sink to soak, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was a lot less messy this visit. While sat there, I noticed that the leg fluid seemed to have gone down again, not entirely, but far less retention for sure. What there was remaining, had all gone down to the ankles and feet. I washed the dandies and took these pictures of the much-improved situation.

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The wound seemed to be in an amelioration mode? I could not see any new papsules that had appeared since yesterday. And, the distorted Arthur Itis and Fluid Retention right Lunar Surfaced knee appeared calmer, to me. Here I am, having waited over two weeks to hear from the Health Centre for the swab results and appointment for the legs to be checked over, and now, just when the leg things start clearing up of its own accord, you can bet I’ll be summoned by the medics, who will no doubt be dismissive and annoyed that things will not be looking too bad. I got a bit confused writing that!

WD0.0.128 Washed the pots up, made a brew, went to take the medications, and found I had not taken last nights doses! What a blunder-headed schlub I am! So, I just took the two Warfarin, the magnesium and Simvastatin tablets out of the night pot, and digested them along with the morning dosages.

I did the Health Checks, then went on the computer to make up last weeks record on Excel and made the graph.

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This morning’s Sys was high. The temp had gone up too, but that’s always been lower than it should be, though.

I checked the timing for this mornings surgery visit to the nurse. 09:25hrs, it is. So I must get the ablutions started at 07:30hrs, to give myself time to clean up and get things ready to set off in time (0830hrs) for the hobble into Carrington. I pondered pointlessly over how it will go this time. Will I get a rollicking again? Depends on which nurse is on duty.

I got the nibbles in the bag, then got on with the updating of the Sunday blog. Got it all done and posted off. Had a VSWWW, only the second of the day, so I might get through the 55-minute walk to Sherrington Park Surgery without having to hold back any wee-weeing instincts? Hopefully!

I went on the WordPress Reader, then started on this blog.

1Mon06Got up to here, and then made a mug of Glengettie tea and a pot of porridge for brekkers.

Got the ablutions sorted.

WD0.0.128 Unfortunately, the shower stopped as soon as turned it on. The reds lights flashed up again, ‘No Water’ and ‘Reset Needed.’ Another  Woodthorpe Court Mystery! Because as far as I know, it only happens in my flat, no one believes me! Especially when sometimes I can turn it off at the power, then try again later, and it works, not every time, though. Grumph! So, I had a stand-up wash and shave.

My usual trait of accepting things are going to go wrong more for me than others, is being proven repeatedly. I believe that now I am in my dotage and second-childhood stage of life, my capableness, adeptness, abilities and lucidity, will fail along with the memory and concentration, as the mind and physical controls fall into decay along with my caducity?

1Mon07WD0.0.128 I got the things in the bag, took the black bags to the waste chute, collected my bag and recycling stuff, and set out. Still only the one lift working again.

Left the bag near the caretaker’s door and hobbled to 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. Being so early, there was only Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana in the shack. Had a quick natter, then off on my way to the surgery.

As  I left the hut, I took these pictures of Winchester Court. Wonder what the antennas are for?

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1Mon07cWinchester Court is looking alright now.

WD0.0.128 The Winchester Street Art that had been deposited by some Nottinghamian fly-tipper was still there. The kiddies meal seat had gone, and the bag full of rubbish had had more stuff added to it.

I pressed on down the hill, and halfway or so down, I found an obstacle that needed getting by on the pavement. Some builderers at work. They’d not left much room for folks to get by on the sidewalk, but they had little choice as far as I could tell.

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1Mon08WD0.0.128 I walked up Mansfield Road, and when I got near the Library, the Charity Shop’s clothing bank bin had been gone through and clothing removed.

Not nice is it? Maybe it was someone who was homeless? But I doubt it.

The sun was coming out stronger now, but it wasn’t a warm one.

1Mon09Up over the hill and down into Carrington and the surgery. I was well-pleased at my hobbling-rate, and I arrived there about 25-minutes early. Smug-Mode-Engaged. Haha!

There was an aura; if that’s the word, about the place this morning. The receptionist signaled with her hand for me to sit down. So I did!

Within five minutes; I’d only just got the crossword book out, Nurse Ann came to collect me.

WD0.0.128 She asked me if I was doing alright, and very nearly broke into a smile! Very unnerving! The unsettling and nerve-wracking blood sample session was done, without me being told-off or being spoken to in a raised voice about anything, too! It put me entirely off my strokeBut it was nice! I handed out the nibble-treats and departed.

I checked the time I had, and there was plenty of it to get some shopping done at Lidl, and still catch a bus back to Sherwood in time to use the L9 bus to get back up the hill.

1Mon12I ended up spending a lot more than I had planned to. I used the self-serve tills, without any problems Swank-Mode-Engaged! I got a bottle of orange barley cordial, some Easter treats for the gals, Italian nougat, seasoned potato slices, French Nougat, Yoghourts, cooked meats, fresh tomatoes and something I rarely if ever buy; Ready-made Breakfast sandwiches.

When I saw them, the idleness in me came out, and I bought a packet to have with the sliced potatoes and some tomatoes, for an easy meal. Shame-Mode-Adopted! Hehehe!

WD0.0.128 I caught a bus back to Sherwood and called in the Wilko store to get some liquid soapflakes. But, they had sold out! Spit! I got some air spray.

I called in a Charity Shop, but nothing of interest was found. Then limped up to the bus stop. And I mean limped! The right knee had come loose. Naturally, as this had happened once before, and I remember the pain of getting it back in position, I stood still where I was on the pavement, to hopefully let it reset itself.

I decided to take a picture of down Mansfield Road. As I took one, Eric, from Winchester Court came into view. So I zommed in a bit and took one of him as well.

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He did make me laugh! We had a chinwag, moan and quibble about things.

WD0.0.128 The bus arrived, and I was getting on last, and as I lifted the leg up to get on the vehicle, the damned patella floated out! It didn’t half look nasty. But, most pleasingly, it went back in the first try when I manoeuvered it! Super-Smug-Mode-Adopted! Of course, it hurt! Hehe!

Back up to the flats, Eric said his farewells after he carried my bags off of the bus for me. Bless his cotton socks! Nora was sat on the bus bench, and I gave her a chocolate rose! I think she liked it. Then as the other bus arrived, Penny got off, and we walked along Chestnut Way nattering. I handed her a chocolate rose.

I got in the flat and took the belated Furesomide tablet with the midday doses. Put the purchases away and got the oven warming up for the potatoes.

WD0.0.128 I tried to open the packet of sandwiches but got in a pickle. Ended up using the scissors. These packages could be used to store C4 in, they are that hard to get into. Hahaha!

Did some updating to this blog.

Chips in the oven.

Health Checks, done.

1Mon99bThis idle-nosh was much enjoyed, despite my not being able to eat it all.

I left the white bread sarnie… after picking out the sausage from it. Hahaha!

Once settled down with the TV on, the Colin Cramps started! Fingers, hands and toes were the worst affected. I’ve not had a session so bad for years. What was a full tube of Propain Gel, had about a quarter of the stuff left within three hours. I don’t believe it had any effect on the pain, but maybe just rubbing it in might have helped? Naturally, I could not reach to medicate the toes or feet. I used up the last of the can of Deep Heat on the tootsies, again to no effect. Oy Vey!

A phone call came in and, I could not find the mobile in time to answer it before it stopped.

I was woken up many times with the cramp pains, and frustrated, to say the least.

Enough already!