Thursday 2nd May 2019 – Return Home Day

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 The man said we should get some Yellow boxes for the out of date hyperdermic Amoxparin filled needles.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!

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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!

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I took some sky shots over the next hours.

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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!