Saturday 03:00hrs.Rose and got the shower and shaving done, readied the washed earlier foot controller-pad ready for help with being put on. Wrote pas for staff to get some disposable razors and a newspaper for me sometime and asked carer if this would be possible. The answer was now, not today. The radiators in the hallway outside the door started rattling, clanging and banging away.
Pete called, I called him back. Asked if he could bring some aftershave for me on his next visit (Still waiting) with him. He said yes.
12:50hrs, egg sarnies and a cake for the meal. Settled to watch some Carry On Films, beginning with Carry-On Don’t Lose Your Head The radiators began clattering and banging again. Some engineers in attendance to try and mend the problem. Which continued.
Got the dizzies. Had a veg-curry and rice for my nosh. No dessert. Feeling bilious, but it cleared later. No sleep due to the now louder than ever radiators clanging away. They calmed down then, but they were still giving some noise out. Casino Royale watched on the box, medications given.
The radiators changed to sound like a slow turnover diesel engine.
Then watched the Men in Black, film as some cars were racing each other outside.
Sunday 21st 03:00hrs. The radiators in the hallway outside the door started rattling and banging away, waking up several tenants. I got up and had a shower and shave. Got the foot controller-pad ready for help with being put on.
At 04:00hrs the radiators changed to a tune like a battering ram.
Shave and shower Still awaiting the aftershave. Thus more nicks and cuts acquired. Jan and Pete called. No aftershave yet, still waiting. Radiators changed tune to like a throb-bang-shudder routine. Karen bought my medications. Nosh was a hot dog with onions (Tasty!)
The ankle-pad was applied by the delicious carer.
Radiators altered to a noise like chug-chug-bang routine.
Arguments and bad language at nosh-time.
Then changed to a sort of Dub dun-dun rattle, with the odd bang thrown in. Later, changing to a persitent Ratatat, thud bang. But very loud now!
0330hrs: Got up, and straight on to doing some diary updating. I want to get them all done before posting them so I can get them all on at the same time, and thank the TFZers, residents, mates and cyber friends for all the kind things and pressies, get well messages, visits etc. even if I am still a little confused. But I mustn’t spend too long on the web, as writing is a bit arduous for me yet. So many shakes and nudges. So, cheers to everyone, God Bless you all! ♥
Did a few from the notepads I had with me in hospital, then got the ankle-support device ready for when the morning Carer arrives. Got a shower and shave, a pleasure with some aftershave handy for any cuts. Hehe!
The sock glide is not easy to use, it took me 45 minutes to get one sock on! The carer said he would have a look at it for me in the morning. He fitted the Ankle Brace, filled in the log and departed. He arrived in the forty-five minutes either way if the appointment time, just! Hehe!
I updated a few more diaries from the hospital stay. I wanted to see how I went going out on the bus on my own, using the three-wheeled trolley of course. I set out to go to the Acorn, no… Oaks Residential Home where I’d been for a couple of weeks after the Stroke Ward threw me out, due to bed shortages. Haha! The intent being to had over some nibbles as thanks to the staff who looked after me during my stay.
I wanted to put my phone on charge for a bit, but could not find the charger. Ah, but I am confident I’ll find it later.
I felt a tad nervous, but took my time, nice and steady. The Axonotmesis nerve problem is making the stroke effects worse, but the legs were not so bad this morning, shaking-wise, and the strap-support helps a lot.
I got the trolley with just the nibbles in it and set off out.
Had a great chinwag at the bus stop. Christine, Cyndy, Margaret, Mary, Doreen and others all missed me. This brought forth some witty comments from some of them: Like, “I thought you were dead!”, “Where you been?”, “Who said you could sod-off?” and “Oh, yer back then?” amongst others. Hahaha! So happy to be back!
I caught the City Bound bus and had a natter en route. I dropped off at the bottom of Carlton Road and walked with my trolley thing to and up Bath Street to the Oaks Home, very carefully and slowly.
Overcautiously maybe, but the getting off of the bus presented me with a shock – that damned trolley does like going downhill at all. Tsk! Nearly twisted my knee and clouted my chin getting off. Ah, well!
I was let in, and the manager accepted the nibbles. Then asked me if I had left a mobile charger in my room. Ahem, I had!
I thanked them and walked into town and get some food from the pound shop, but forgot to get some bread. When I came out of the store, the rain was belting down!
I got some chips for tonight’s nibble meal that Sister Jane had left me to eat, bless her.
Got the L9 bus home. Had a natter with some residents on the way home. Then again nearly toppled over when I tried to get the trolley off of the bus! Going to take some getting used to, this trolley is!
Got in, and did a bit more away-time diary catching up on.
Then did the ablutions and got the marvellous ankle-strap-support taken off.
Got the nosh sorted. Sarnies chips and Jane’s pork pie with its load of gelatine in it… Smashing! A pot of satsumas in juice, to follow.
Amazing coloured sky and view tonight.
Took a photo of it, but it didn’t come out so well.
All in all, taking everything into consideration, I wasn’t feeling too bad at all!
Phoned Sister Jane see how she was and thank her again for the help.
I was still a tad nervous when the shakes came on overnight, but no problems.
Hey-ho, things are improving at last. I might regret saying that! Hehe!
Croatian: Četvrtak, 2. Svibnja 2019. – Dan Povratka kući
02:20hrs, rose and got the foot support ready for the carer to fit later. Shower and shave and got dressed as far as possible, and completed the packing of the things to take home.
Carer came with medications, medicines to take home and put my ankle support on for me. She was sad to see me go – at least that was what she said. Hehe!
But inwardly, I felt a bit of a wreck. Shaking with nerves at the thought of going home and having to make decisions after five weeks of being told when to go to the toilet, wake-up, eat, washing being done etc. And despite my wanting to get home to my flat and all of Jane and Pete’s efforts and help, I find myself feeling niggly. Most of the carers at the Oaks have been pleasant to me as well. I plan to go back with a load of nibbles in thanks for them on Saturday, all being well. It will only entail a little walking with the frame to the bus stop, hobble to the care home and a bus to town then one home, and I’m hoping things go alright.
A cup of tea and some toast in the end room.
Gordon appeared at the doorway later, looking a bit pale, said he fell over last night and no one had woke him for brekkers this morning. I thought he was downstairs having a meal. I alerted a member of staff and they attended him.
No lousy writing, just nothing on my notepad at all. Cause I was fretting about going home, I suppose.
Jane and Pete arrived just as I was giving a box of chocolates to the receptionist for the staff, thank you.
A quick farewell, and out to Pete’s jam-jar and back to my beloved flat at Woodthorpe Court.
I thought I’d do a bit of cleaning up to show my willingness. Jane said she had never seen me cleaning up before. Tsk!
Jane and Pete helped me with sorting out a bit more.
Someone arrived from the Social Services, I think. Luckily Sister Jan was here and sorted things with him. Facts and figures were not going into my brain. Jane took all the details that I could not absorb in the least. The medicines needed sorting old and new in the prescription drawers.
Pete took a photo on his new mobile of Jane and I sorting the medicines out. Although I didn’t realise it until Saturday when I spoke with her, she took a bag of the old medicines to the Chemist to see if they would take them off our hands for us and destroy them. The man said we should get some Yellow boxes for the out of date hyperdermic Amoxparin filled needles. I think I spoke, or Jane spoke with Dr Vindla about them.
I was happy to be home, but so scared and in a non-accepting frame of mind for anything going on. The leaving the controlled atmosphere I have been in so long and suddenly everything happening that needed decisions, left my brain without the foggiest idea about what was going on? But I did know and kept quiet about the Axonotmesis giving me some shakes in the legs and right arm.
I think a woman from Social Services came later, but I could be wrong. I reckon the bloke rang the chemist about getting my prescriptions delivered, I’ll check with Jane later. Confused and so grateful that Jan and Pete were here to help me through a distressing and unsettling few hours.
I asked Pete for the keys, money, cash card, bus pass he had safely stored for me while I was away. He retained the keys so he could get in after going down to his car for something. Probably another CCTV camera to install, Hahaha! I do remember telling him not to forget to return them, though.
When they had made sure, or the best they could that I was all okay, with the medicines in a bag, went down with them to their car to thank them and see them off. While down on the car park, I decided to do my voting for the Euro election at 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. The walk there was okay, but I foolishly did not take the perambulator trolley or walking stick with me. Fool!
Did the voting and on the way back to the flat, well, I was in a right state. A chap from my block helped me get back to the flat. A bit vague about things, I hope I recognise him later so I can thank him properly. I’ll not that mistake again, either the walking stick or trolley will go with me in future!
When I got back, I realised that Pete had forgotten to hand back the flat keys! I rang Jane, and Pete had to return with the keys. I am a nuisance!
I think Sonia called, there is an appointment on my diary now, for Physio 09:30hrs on Wednesday 8th May? I hope the INR blood test is not going to fall on the same day!
I met them in the car park to gather the keys. Humph!
Got back in the flat and locked the doors, and took three photographs of the view as I prepared my first home-made meal for about five weeks. Haha!
The nosh was not really mine, but what Jane had bought for me. A meat cob, apple, orange and a banana.
I added some out of date sausages, potato balls and Marmite cheese! Enjoyed it all the more than I anticipated. Especially as she had put some bread and a small pork pie in the fridge for me tomorrow! Bless her cotton socks! ♥
Bit of a Whoopsiedangleplop when I got the shakes and spilt hot water on my hand. Well, fancy that! Hahaha!
I took some sky shots over the next hours.
I still had a few blank moments, but I felt a lot better than earlier on. Thanks again, Jane and Pete! ♥
I did get a little nervous settling in the £300 second-hand, ci 1968, stroke-invoking rickety recliner for the first time in ages, to get to sleep. But all went well and I woke up on Saturday morning feeling a bit brighter. Phew, Hehe!
03:30hrs. Up and washed, shaved. Got two slices of toast today!
Incidentally, the aftershave to stop the bleeding when cutting with shaking hands never did arrive. Hehehe!
Really het-up and nervous today. The specialist fro the Stroke unit arrived on an early visit. Basically telling me not to rush things and expect it to be a long time before things get back to normal if they do that is, but be prepared for them not to. We went through and amended the exercise routine. Because of my worrying, I did not do very well with the demonstration of my abilities in movement or speech. Hey-ho!
Seems I had an Ataxia Stroke, Sonia told me. The name for clumsy, uncoordinated movements. It is associated with strokes that happen in the back of the brain (cerebellum or posterior circulation). People with ataxia have difficulty producing movements quickly enough, and in the right order, to avoid losing their balance or to recover from a trip or slip. (I looked this up later). I’ll look up the Vascular Dementia bit later.
Feeling concerned with coping, and inept, stuttery, incapable, impotent, unfit-for-purpose. Still, nothing new there, though. Haha!
Physio lady also called. Not too happy with my movements today.
Packed some more bags up ready to take home when Pete and Jane pick me up.
Went down for nosh, but no one fed me today, being as I didn’t feel like any food I just left and returned to mope in room eleven for a bit. Humph! Good job I got the extra toast beforehand. Carer gave me three digestive biscuits later.
Medications were taken.
Matthew in the opposite room asked if he could use the remote control in my room for his TV. I went to have a look, but his TV was all unplugged. Got it started, but a message saying it needed initial setting up done, and my remote did not work in his set anyway. We had a search around but could not find any remote controls anywhere.
A lot more unreadable scribble I had to abandon all hopes of decyphering on the notepad.
Monday 29th April. 02:15hrs. Shave, shower and dressed and awaiting the Foot Strap to be fitted.
Failure again on the Porcelain Throne. 05:50hrs, carer brought me a mug of tea, bless her, she put the support strap on as well.
Did the physio and voice exercises. Another failed at both ends WC visit. The fingers were shaking a lot more today.
Had a shower and shave.
I think it is possible that Brother-in-law Pete will not remember to bring any aftershave from the flat for me now. Humph!
I lay in the blood planning my revenge! Not really, only joking. Hehehe!
08:00hrs. A third attempt on the Throne – at last some movement, even it was painful. Haha!
The right knee and arm had the shakes bad this morning.
Medications bought and taken. Toast and tea in the end room. A man called to do a bed check? Maintenance men back working on the radiators. Summoned down to nosh. A hot dog and onions. Not much, but it was grand tasting. But we did get an extra slice of toast later up in the room.
13:00hrs, back to cell eleven. Haha!
17:16hrs: Sister Jane rang. She had been trying to contact Deana and the Welsh lady from the Social Services without any luck, things are getting complicated for her now, and she will be going in for her own operation on her toes soon. Thought I’d add a photo of her accompanying me from the QMC a while ago: always there when needed our Jane. Makes me feel so guilty.
I had the stroke, and she and Pete copped for the hassle of sorting things out for me again!
I’m doing a lot of talking my thoughts out loud today. Not-half getting some funny looks, which is good, cause it makes me stop doing the waffling. But it starts again!
Tablets were taken, and nosh consumed.
Did some exercises and fell asleep so early again.
Tuesday 30th April 2019: 0300hrs, woke and got a shave and shower, readied the foot strap support and watched some TV.
Feeling so very weary and irritable with everything this morning. Maybe the upcoming move home is bothering me, I suppose.
Carer came with medications and did the foot strap for me. Told me that I will be leaving on Thursday to go home, and Jane and Pete will collect me around 11:00hrs.
Suddenly, after about five weeks of being told when to go to the toilet, eat, wake-up, go to bed and all cooking and washing done as well being done for me, I face the regaining of making decisions, and I do not feel ready, nervous really.
Medications brought to me, then IRN Warfarin blood test done.
Fish cakes peas and carrots for dinner with mash. Ice cream to follow, tasty!
Egg sarnie and cake for tea. (Much unreadable stuff here, sorry).
Saturday 27th: 0245hrs: Woke up, missing the welcoming sound from the now repaired hallway radiators. Hehe!
Thought about Jane’s Peter, and my failed attempts to beg for some aftershave to be sent into the prison for me, as I scarred and cut myself a little more shaving.
Got the foot support from where it was drying overnight hanging from a window handle, and got it ready for fitting later by one of the carers.
Watched some Police programmes on the telly, until the carer told me to go to the Rest Room for brekkers, after she arrived to strap me up, so as to speak. Hehe! Stuart, Eddie and I in there nibbling and having the most farcical of a three-way chinwag – what with us all not talking correctly and none of us wearing our hearing aids! Hahaha!
Back in the room, and two ambulances arrived, eventually taking away two residents a few hours later. Oh dear! Medications were issued to me. Ambulances still on site. One blood-wagon departed with a patient on board. Found and read a Nottingham Forest book of the Cloughies 1972 season. Very interesting it was too!
The Commando Squad leader ordered us down for nosh. Vegetable curry with rice, the ice cream that followed was welcome. Huh-he-he!
Back up to Cell 11, and settled watching TV, some good stuff on tonight! The ESP (or EPL) football was on the Quorn channel.
Medications brought to me, needed some front and rear end encouragement medication tonight – things no moving much. Haha!
Carer washed the Ankle support for me and put it to dry on the window handle, then took my washing to be laundered.
Sun 28th April 2019: Woke and got the showering, shaving and dressing all bar the socks, done. Went to make a brew in the kitchen in the restroom, but the kettle had been locked up. Ah, well, I had water instead.
Did some training exercises. 02:20hrs to 07:30hrs watched TV, then the carer came with some toast for me, and put the Foot Support strap on for me. Ate the toast in the end restroom.
A carer, bless her fetched a Newspaper (Sun on Sunday) for me. Not much effort taken in reading it, I made sure she was handed the paper when I finished with it.
Socks not back from the laundry, carer found them for me and returned them, I fank you! ♥
Writing on the pad was even worse now. Best I can decipher is: Sh??ct back from laund. Police and Ambulance on site. What followed was gobb
Janet rang, bad line again. Had an inside walkabout, then did the Speech therapy and occupational exercises. Felt worn out afterward. Tsk! Nurse came to do an INR Warfari blood test. Carer came with the medications. Including the front and nack-end encouragement medicines. Haha!
Police and ambulance had left the site. Nosh was a bit rushed, staff must be busy, they kept asking if we had finished every time I put down the knife and fork to blow my nose.
Friday 26th April 2019
The Oaks Residential Care Home
Maltese: Il-Ġimgħa 26 ta ‘April 2019
05:00hrs. Up, shave, shower and bloodied shave (Still no aftershave from Pete), Hehe!, readied the ankle support. Toast brought to the room.
Checked the notes, but they were getting less logical and readable as time goes by. Tsk!
Ankle strap fitted by the carer. Then I watched some crap early morning TV until it was time for going down for brekkers. I was told to go back up by carer for the nosh this morning, so I did so. In the social room with three other tenants, and the tension was noticeable, but I knew not why. Corn Flakes, no toast today, staff meeting I assumed to be the reason. Much unreadable stuff for half a page here?
Back to my room and spent more time watching mind-bogglingly banal TV. Did do some Physio exercises though. Tablets and blood test carried out.
I got told off by the carer for going out without my support strap on the foot. But no one came to put it on, so she did it for me, I fank you!
Warfarin nurse arrived to take some blood for the test. Jane rang a much clearer line this time. Can’t read about what was said though, m writing deteriorated again on the pad.
Nosh upstairs again in the room. Beef pastie and veg with mash. Tasty!
Confusing, Well it is now, again I cannot read my notesmessage from the Surgery. A complete loss as to what was said or by whom.
It suddenly dawned on me that the stroke might have affected my already dodgy hearing? Must remember to ask when I eventually get to speak with the Doctor again, I remember her name, but her face escapes me?
I met a manager or carer and told him about the foot support not being fitted. He lost interest and wanded off.
Boss returned later with the medications.
Much missing detail for today, just unreadable notes, sorry.
Wed 24th: 01:55hrs, woke up after decent kip. No radiator noises! Shower and got foot support ready. Still no aftershave, but the cuts were getting less frequent.
Tried using the rear-end throne. No luck. Brekkers, toast, nice and enjoyable.
Call from Deana wishing me well, bless her. Called BJ but no connection?
Finding it hard to understand my writing for today?
Rang Jane. Foot support was done with aplomb by the carer. Bless em! ♥
Meals were taken up in the room today, dinner down in the hall. Vegetarian pastie, with Brassica. Can’t think of the names for some reason, apart from cauliflower and cabbage. Also carrots, onions, peas and… bad memory and writing day.
Lady from DVT took Warfarin blood, and I think Sonia came to visit from Therapy, but not confident of this.
Thursday 25th April: Woke 02:30hrs, feeling most confused to start with. Lady called later, questions about health. Carer supplied a mug of tea. Asked lad about missing socks and jumper from laundry. Then she found them for me, bless her.
Much unreadable stuff on this page of the notepad.
A care got the protection pad on for me.
I had a good wander around indoors for exercise. Then did Occupational training. Lunch a sausage sandwich.
Made a list of communicative needs and wrote them down. To show people who I might meet for the first time.
A carer told me I should be making my own tea as practice, and they will record how I go. So I went to the Social room, and someone had locked the kettle away. Ah, well!
The EQ returned today, and I had the sensation that something would happen today that would be unexpected.
After weeks of being confined to barracks, the staff were all stil too busy to take me out. Waiting for the Foot Support to be fitted before I was permitted to walk, and then had to take the walker with me.
Down for nosh, a smoked haddock sandwich, and very-tasty it was!
Sister Jane rang, bad line didn’t understand much, but had the newly found memory working and asked for some aftershave bringing in to stop the bleeding when I shave.
The heavy storm persisted. I was sorry I didn’t have a camera, many photo opportunities presented themselves. Humph!
BJ arrived to visit me. Great to see him, bless his cotton socks. Great natter, mostly from me of course. I was pleased when he sowed me his ankle support, which looked just like mine. I thought i’dtry to copy the nest bit on the pad, in hpes that someone might be able to decipher what the heck I was trying to write: Saw him off outside, using walker of course. Check footman nail £30, no answer.
Going down later for nosh, carer told me to go back upstairs to the lounge for having meal this time. Vegetarian Chilli pastie again, super-tasty and again with Brassica. I must ask the doctor when I get to see her. seven weeks or so since the Stroke, not heard anything from her.
02:10hrs, Monday 22nd April: The radiators in the hallway outside the door started rattling and banging away again. Showered and shaved. Dried off the Ankle Pad ready for fitting my sweet carer later on.
05:25hrs. The radiators stopped banging? Then started Clunking again. Washed and shaved. Toast for brekkers served in the room bless em. Carer fitted the ankle-pad for me. Radiator changed to a Rugger-rugger, dung-dung noise. Fitters arrived again to put the heater in order again. Noise changer to a shudder, bang, clatter tone.
No nosh taken, feeling too tired-out to bother. Medications and blood test done. Visit from
As a resident was talking to me, I asked a carer if she might fetch a newspaper for me and she obliged, bless her cotton socks.
The radiators sounded like a drummer on kettle drums, only louder.
Tuesday 23rd April 2019: Having breakers in the end room, and one of the tenants (unstable chap), shouted out aloud, they are all black women here, why? At the time he was surrounded by five or six carers who all coloured. I nipped in with “Well we’d all be in a mess without them wouldn’t we!” A lady said at the same time, “Who else would put up with you?” These comments calmed him down and shut him up.
Nosh of a sarnie and fruit was brought to the room bless em! Late bath and shave were taken. Much more took place today, and Pete called, but the mind was a little vague all around for some reason.
Monday: The lack of and sleep continued. Visits increased from the Social services people, Organopathy and Therapy speech and occupational lessons. A bad day Monday and Tuesday for me. Not a lot sank in that was told to me. So busy, so many visiting departments, hard to follow what was going on really.
The rash and spots seemed to be getting worse now. I think Jane and Pete visited, more three-way discussions
Three-wheeled trolley rented to me for use instead of a stick, from the Red Cross, to go with me to the Home where I will be taken to later.
Got bags sorted out early and in a row on the floor at the side of the bed for the ambulance to arrive.
Two ladies arrived from Arriva Ambulance Service, and it was all hustle as they grabbed the things and got me into a wheelchair in a hurry, and off to the Old Peoples Home.
The Oaks Residential Care Home. I was greeted as I was wheeled into the complex by a harried-looking chap who turned out to be the manager. Later, it became apparent why he bore the harangued look, bless him.
Straight in and to a room upstairs, number 11, and the things the ambulance women had stuffed in the trolley were thrown on the floor for me to sort out. It turned out they had taken some stuff belonging to the chap on the next bed Paul, (Get-well card and towel) at the Stroke Ward and left much of my things behind. Humph! This is normal and to be expected with the Arriva crews, they told me when I mentioned it.
A carer put the ankle-guide on for me. Then took me down for lunch, baked potato and cheese. Tasty and plenty if it too! I declined the rice pudding with thanks. A large percentage of elderly and insecure folk. My arrival caused a little stir, and I was soon being questioned about my past. In the wing where I was, there were all ‘Code Red’ Residents? I soon found out why.
Photo’s courtesy of Brother-in-Law Pete on a later visitation with Sister Jane. No aftershave yet? The first three Get-Well cards were from Sandie and Marie from the TFZers, Jenny and the Teddy Bear of course. The back card is poor old Paul with his Fruit Juice that was taken by the Arriva ambulance women.
I’d got endless homework from the Occupational and Speech Therapists to work on. At around 05:30hrs, I was summoned down for some more nosh, this time fish cakes sandwiches. Lady brought the medications to take for the afternoon. The night shift carer, noticed as she came in with night doses, that I was bleeding rather severely having cut my lip with the shaking right hand, and it didn’t seem to want to stop flowing. She called 111 and took their advice. I sat with a cotton swab in my gob for two hours, but it stopped. Of course, if I had some aftershave to apply, it would not have happened, Ahem!
I asked if someone might go to the shop to get some dispensable razors, but they were too busy.
The next door chap passing my open door (No locks) told me he had had some money stolen again, the second time this week! I took this with a pinch of salt for some reason.