Tuesday 19th March 2019

Hawaiian: Pōʻalua 21 Malaki 2019

23:50hrs: I woke without the usual reluctance this morning. Probably because I fell asleep sp ridiculously early yesterday! I slowly moved the limbs to test the pains and aches after the Monday Marathon Hobble that troubled me so afterwards. I knew the biggest danger would be when I got up on my poor feet. I gently moved my legs and feet to an area from which I could stand up from the shortest distance when I’d got the £300 second-hand, ci 1968, rusty-rickety, refusing-to-work recliner.

The old recliner had not failed me before. Yes, it had shaken and whined a bit the odd time, but now it was point-blank refusal time! I tried pressing the button a few more times and then decided to logicalise my situation. (A brave move I thought, Hehe!) I could see the light on from the socket points in the extension plugs, so I knew I had not had a power-cut. I reached out to the small Ottoman and turned off the recliner plug, took it out and put it back in and turned it on again. Wallah! It worked. At this point, I started sneezing away and blowing my nose, and neither stopped repeatedly coming for several minutes. I used up a full new kitchen towel roll. But all is well now. Puzzled me a bit that did.

I got the recliner down and hauled my pot-gutted flobby body out and in an uprightish position, very wearily. The phalanges were tender and painful when I moved the limbs. The interphalangeal joint was fine though, no bother. The calcaous areas were both extremely tender and sore. But, overall, I was pleased with how things were this morning, so much easier than last night!

The legs felt and looked a lot better than yesterday. Although very much more on the anaemic, pale side. The arm and everywhere else on the body looked pale as well.

This was when, as I bent my arm to take the picture of the legs, I felt then realised that the blood taking cover was blood-soaked inside. No blame on Nurse Nichole. It was a good thing that she had put on the exterior plasters, they held it all in. Nurse Ann only uses a tiny round plaster and no cotton wool, so I was pleased with this.

The fool who is to blame, is the bald-headed, plastic heart-aorta-valved, duodenal ulcered, Angina and Arthritis suffering, kidney problemed, waiting for a new hip and knee caps, bespectacled, hearing aid wearing, Nottingham pensioner with the leg ulcer and a bleeding fungal-lesion, with the bad memory, lack of confidence, and is colour-blind, who lives in Woodthorpe Court! Yes, Me! Guilty Again! I foolishly hobbled on my marathon to town, and kept swapping the bag from the left to right-hand as I usually do, to even the burden and forgot all about the wound! Tsk, Schmuck! Oy Vey!

Off to the Porcelain Throne, for a session that was messy, but nothing compared to the lower regions fungal lesion that had also been pouring out the haemoglobin. Perhaps I should cut down on the Warfarin doses? Another uncomfortable cleansing and creamings session was needed. I didn’t change the socks, cause I’m not planning on going out anywhere today.

Up and down day so far. I went to get the Health Checks done. The sphygmomanometer operated the first try.

Aha, the sys had come down a fair bit at last, perhaps too much?

I looked up on Google what the acceptable readings should be for a male fool of my age. It gave me: 120/80, though the risk of heart disease can begin to increase once blood pressure reaches levels of 115/75, a systolic range of 120 to 139 and a diastolic range of 80 to 89. I’m more confused than before I looked! Mind you with the problems I’ve got: I expect these figures might not be applicable?

They can’t even get the Warfarin level right. I have only ever once got the target figure right in all the years since my ticker operation. Mind you. I’ve been close a few times. Hahaha!

I got on with the updating of the Monday blog. It took me a long time. Went on the WordPress reader section. Hello, the internet signal failed again!

Got it back a few minutes later. Made a start on this post.

Then, after a few hours, my mind turned to things of a jentacular nature.

I got some cornflakes and a mug of tea and watched some YouTube funnies while I consumed it.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Where the evacuation was messy and the ensuing struggle to get the socks and new PPs on, proved to be a Battle-Royale, I could have done well without.

Fell asleep on computer seat!

After the rain stopped, I went out on the unwanted, letting rain, rubbish bits, and wind in, view and light-blocking balcony, to take a picture of Chestnut Way below. I managed it without trapping any part of my anatomy in the metal spring release tab.

As you can see, the ‘for our safety’ temporary footpath is not very popular with some of the tenants. Hehe! Then I got the Health Checks done.

An unwelcome visit from Dizzy Dennis put an end to my doing anything constructive after that. I merely sat in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner with the TV on, but not viewing much, as the mind tormented me with fears and worries. Got a nose-bleed for some reason?

No meal tonight, but I did nibble some bits of fodder ( I found the nocturnal nibbling signs in the morning, Tsk!)

Eventually, I drifted off to sleep. I was woken up, with my mate Michael stood next to me! I had left the door unlocked, just as well cause this meant he could get in to see me! I was half-asleep, I cannot recall all that we spoke about. I know that I felt a bit poorly. Well, more out-of-sorts and discombobulated. I’m sure I did most of the talking if memory serves me right, but recalling what it was we spoke of is an ambiguous mystery.

I nodded off within seconds of Michael leaving. ZZZ!