Inchcock Today – Wed 3 Apr 2019: Doing okay before having a Stroke!



Wednesday 3rd April 2019

German: Mittwoch, der 3. April 2019

01:25hrs. I woke up, and as out of the £300 second-hand ci1968 recliner, and over to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) within a couple of minutes. 


WD 0.0.0 Unfortunately, leaving a trail of damage behind me; I knocked the remote control off of the arm of the recliner, stubbed my toe on the Ottoman, tipped a bottle of spring water off of the small Ottoman, and dragged the cover off with me! And then, when I finally thought I’d got things flowing, I hadn’t! I needed to wait a further couple of minutes before anything moved! When it did eventually begin to activate, it warranted a new classification-wee-wee being given. An RPDDWW (Reluctant-Painful-Drip-Drip-Wee-Wee) grading. The few drops that did tortuously come out would not have half-filled a small cup! Yet, the bladder had given me all the signs of a mega-resounding (with possible splash-backing) wee-wee being needed? My EQ advised me that I was in for a stressful, anxiety-ridden, fraught day! Tsk!

3Wed03I tidied up the mini-maelstrom I’d made. Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. Sys 167, Dia 77, Pulse 76 and temperature a 35.3° readings returned. Got the kettle on and the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room, and for once, an infrequent, easy, unmessy non-bleeding evacuation was almost enjoyed. Hehe! Back to the kitchen and made a brew of tea.

WD 0.0.0 To the computer and started to update the Tuesday Diary… And guess what? 

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I was very dispirited now, downhearted and had a hatred brewing up for Mr Fries. Which only served to make me more agitated, as feelings of hostility and resentment to others are unnatural to me, and then the guilt joined in with the already mixed emotions I was going through.

3Wed06I decided that a philargyrist and quomodocunquizing personage like money-mad Mr Fries, with his usufruct instincts, is not going to make me lower my standards and become embittered. Besides, apart from anything else, just look at the man above – if he isn’t involved in a Mafia of some kind, then I’m a good looking, fit, healthy, young man, fighting off the attention of the ladies!

I fiddled and faffled about, trying the usual things to get the inept, overpriced, stuttery, incapable, impotent, unfit-for-purpose Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet service back up and working. Tried the reset button – Nope! Turned off the power and back on again, Nope! Switched all off and unplugged everything then went to make another brew. Returned, everything back in and on – the lights flickered weakly on the modem (I think that’s what they were called, the Virgin box?) – Nope. Painfully I utilised the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). Desperate now, I had a search for the number to ring to see if the service had any problems. (It’s a recorded message of course), but I could not find it!

3Wed05a1Then I needed to return to the Porcelain Throne. A grand clear-out followed, and again without any bleeding. Although the piles were now stinging a bit. I had close look a the pin’s knees.

Well, they had changed shape again from yesterday, and Spotty Muldoon sprang to mind as I took this photo? I hope that the Weevils hadn’t laid eggs under the skin and they were coming out after hibernation now? Hehe! 

Washed and went back to the computer. To find lights flashing on the Virgin box. Slowly, the service (I use the word in the vaguest sense) returned. The input was slow, but enough for me to get on with updating the Tuesday Diary, at last.

The old EQ (Emotional Content) told me that something was going to happen today that woud be terrifying to me?

These persistent RPDDWWs were taking it out of me.

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Eventually, I got the blog updated and sent off to WordPress. Went on the WP reader section, and then the TFZer Facebook site.

Started on this post next.

Nosh sorted outAlk09.

Mushrooms and parsnips veg soup. Tasty with some balsamic vinegar and bread.

Medications taken, a wierd tiredness overcame me, an off I nodded.

About 2125hrs or so, I woke up. In a terrible state, the whole flat was swirling and seemed to be leaning to the right and out of the recliner, moments later realising something was not right, and nor being able to move at all without losing control and balance, I pressed the panic alarm wristlet.

(This was typed on Thursday 2nd May, my first day home, nad me not in a very good state for typing, concentrating or brainwork, thanks to Brother-in-law Pete and Jane collecting me from the Nottigham City Council Home and back to the flat, to be interogated by the Social Services chap for the first time in a long while.) But I felt the need to tell the tale, sad as it was.

The alarm lady was talking to me while the Stroke was taking place. Everything that could escaped was doing so at the same time, was doing so! Front, rear, being sick, blood from the throat, in unison! I was trying make me way to the door to unlcok it, all I cpuld hear was the lady telling me to nlock the frnot door or they will have to break it down to get in! I was on all-fours and still faling over repeatedly. Somehow (without a doubt hekoed by the lady on the phone, annoying as hrr voice was at the time, it made me get there to let in the paramedic. A blank spot, until I recal being on the floor in the bathroon apologising for the mess I had left in the front room, and three medics in attendance, another blank spell, then I remember being an ambulance, blues and twos a-ringing out.

Going in a reception area. Seconds later I was gathered after a qucik going over, for an MRSA and Head scans, nad returning to the first bay I was in. A Doctor came and told me I had had a stroke, and was going to be moved to the City Hospital Stroke ward. Along with two other patients I was moved to the Nottingham City Hosital Green ward.

Blanks for a while then I recall being in a ward, but not really with it so as to speak.

Further titilating revelations to follow!

12 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Wed 3 Apr 2019: Doing okay before having a Stroke!

  1. That’s actually quite remarkable you remember so much of the stroke. Good thing the emergency alarm worked. The alarm lady didn’t have keys? Seems like she should have.

  2. They are now talking about me having an outside key-box. Better late than never, Tim. Hehe!
    The event is still clear in my head – I think I expected the end was nigh, that tends to clarify things a bit. Afterwards events are somewhat blurry, but I filled up two notepads wit reminders. Unfortunatley most of it is unreadable. Tsk!
    Keeping up with the physio, speech and writing training to get back to something like ojkay, I hope. The fingers legs and arm on the right are doing their own thing. nana, there you go, I meant Haha! Cheers Sir, taketh care, thanks.

  3. Welcome back,I hope you recover quickly,is it true that you was chasing the young nurses around the ward.LOL.I have been missing your. blog I still have withdrawal symptoms

    • Cheers Dennis. By the time I got the ankle-strap on and got the walker, the nurses had hopped it! Hehe!
      The bed baths are missed, though. Hahaha!
      Taking my time and trying not to rush things, mate.

  4. It is amazing how focused medical events can be when they hit, at least those I’ve experienced. I’m pleased you survbived your stroke, are coming along, and have had the ability to update all of us who wondered what happened that you were off WordPress!

    • Cheers Doug. The notepads (3) that I used, consisted of much gobblediegook that I thought made perfect sense when I was writing them. Ah-well! It didn’t help on the last day at the Home, when a nurse spilt a bottle of water over them, erasing much of the scribble. My memory I am pleased with, I think. The brain freezes not so much.
      I believe my determination to make notes, bad as they turned out, helped me recall more than if i had not logged things. I think that makes sense?
      I miss Cyril more since getting home – oh the desire for his fat furry purring body to jump up for a cuddle… Bless him.
      All the bestest!

      • A notebook and a good supply of pens or pencils is something I highly recommend for any extended stay in a hospital or care center. I had a little notebook for one such stay that showed the effects of the Prednisone on my mental state – quite shocking, actually. The second time, a nurse gave me the notebook and pen, and it helped me keep my mental processes squared away. I might add, it served the purpose of the blog posts till I was able to get back to WordPress and weggieboy’s blog. People who want to do something nice for a patient in lang term care can do not better than to give the patient writing materials, including addresses of family and friends (if they know them), telephone niumbers of same, postage stamps and envelopes. Being isolated from famiuly and friends in these circumstances leads to severe disorientation. (At least it did me!)

      • Wisely put, Doug.
        Very interesting, I looked it up. It said: ‘Prednisone and prednisolone are synthetic corticosteroids used for suppressing the immune system and inflammation. Both drugs are used to treat many conditions including arthritis, ulcerative colitis, asthma, bronchitis, skin problems, allergic disorders, colitis, arthritis, lupus, psoriasis, or breathing disorders and allergies.’ No wonder you went through it, well done for coming out the other side so well, still a caring person!
        Take care, mate. TTFN

      • I’d wake up at 11 pm, rearrange kitchen cabninets, bake bread or cookies/biscuits, clean house, etc, till 10:30 pm, go to bed, wake uop at 11 pm and repeat! It was an exhausting medication I hope never to have to take again. It got better (more sleep) once the dosage went down, but there were a couple months where I felt I was going crazy!

      • So glad you got over the stuff and experience, Doug!
        Your tales are so readable along with the snaps of the dynamic duo. Haha!

      • Thanks! Since my university major was Journalism, I should be more precise an editor of my typed words, especially those with extra letters that don’t belong! Ha!

      • Typing eh… I’m taking ages Doug, and missing mistakes too. So I do not criticize. Aftere all that you have gone through mate, it’s amazing you are still typing at all, so well done cocker!
        Cheers, Gerry.

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