Tuesday 14th May 2019
Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 14 Mai 2019
Eventually, thinking I needed the Porcelain Throne, (I was wrong). I extracted my body and limbs painfully from the second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner, and arrived at the wet room, it was apparent that things were still solid in rear extraction department, with no signs of any encouragement. The wee-weeing was yet again, of the SSPWW (Short-Sprinkly-Wee-wee). Messy!
The carer arrived, and with the aches and pains being bad, he put on my bamboo socks then, the Ankle-Support strapping on for me.
The limbs from yesterday’s two enforced on me, extra appointments and all the hobbling involved, were bad enough before the Social Services boss arrived later with his snide comments, and breaking off to talk to someone on his mobile, giving his location or what it will be later in the day. Making me feel redundant and even more of a nuisance to him, than I already am.
The young, handsome, fit, tall and good-looking boss, then tackled the sink plug problem for me, and it is now working fine. A look around, and he departed. Bless him!
Had a go at updating this blog.
Sharon from the Stoke Team arrived. She had tried to ring earlier, that would be the call I had when I was shaving, and could not get to in time to answer. She said some of her requests were cut off? She wanted to know if she could bring a trainee with her. I said that would be no bother, and she called the girl, then went down to let her in.
I’m afraid I get carried away when someone comes to see me. I think I irritated Sharon a little, with my losing the plot, and wandering off the subjects. Silly old alter-cocker!
A long time was spent in discussions, questions, and answers, etc. Too long I think. As I said, due to my getting sidetracked from the reason they were here. Fool that I am! I showed her the photographs of the wounds, and they ask that I take off the screen. All the blood made Sharon feel a bit sick, Oh dearie me. So I removed them and apologised.
Perfect timing, though. As the two ladies departed, Caroline and Sonia arrived for the therapy session.
The two ladies showed interest in my Whoopsiedangleplops. In me, actually. After several hours of exercises. Therapy training.
My walking outside being assessed with the three-wheeled-trolley-guide, which brought some interest from Gaynor, Mo, The NCH Housing Patch Manager and opera singer, amongst other tenants.
So much was gone through and considered for safety, but I cannot remember it all. Just enjoying it. Sonia departed and left Caroline to do some assessment exercises with me. Ah, yes, I remember a bit more now; Caroline cancelled her Friday visit and moved it to Wednesday 22nd May. Ah, we checked something about the medications, I think Sonia is to ask a nurse to look into them for me.
I was obviously annoying again, with my drifting from the topics. Ahem! Well, I love em so! Humph!
During the morning, it is now well into the afternoon, many pathetic SSPWW were taken, and are still now. I think this problem, might have something to do with the medications?
When they had both departed, I nipped up to see Jenny. Only stayed at the door a few moments. It was so gladdening to see her again.
Got some cheesy potatoes mixed, intend to take a nibble to Josie to try, with balsamic vinegar. What a farce, my getting back to my 12th floor. I ended up going down to the ground floor and back up to mine. Hehe!
Took some photographs from the balcony and kitchen windows.
Got the cheesy potato presented and went to see if Josie was in. But she wasn’t.
I got mine served up and watched some TV. The headphones are not working. Fancy that!
I burnt the meal a bit. Ahem! Can you guess what it was, originally? Hehe!
The legs were of different sizes and different colours. But they both ached. Soon to be visited by Colin Cramps, and visciously so! Tsk!
It took me ages to get to sleep. When Colin Cramps eventually left me, the mind-control was handed over to my “Frustrations, Fears and Fantasising Forum” for an hour or so. To allow panics etc. to wander free through my poor brain.
I had to get up for one of my wee-wees, and yet another false-alarm on the Throne.
Thankfully, I dropped off soon when I got down again. I must have been tired, I reckon I slept for seven hours.
I think you should give up on shaving and be stubbly. Not shaving would save time and be less bloody. Are you able to put the foot support on by yourself? You might as well if you can. Irritating your carers and therapists is your job. When you get to the point you don’t irritate them, they will probably consider you rehabilitated and be done with you. Sounds like you are stuck in your apartment or shut out of it while the fire department does their drill. I don’t see you making good use of the stairs. Do they have a “Safe Spot” on each floor where people who can’t use stairs can call the fire department to let them know they are waiting at the safe spot to be rescued during a fire? Looks like a good, slightly charred dinner.
Shaving, a nightmare nowadays with the thumb and the shakes. I hope the shakes will ease off eventually, Tim. ‘Stubbly Inchcock’ em…
I really wish I could get the support on, Caroline and Sofia or Sonia said the type of Stroke I had (They did say the name, but of course, it’s gone into the ether with the missing photos), was affecting balance and the nerve damage makes holding anything without shaking, difficult. Tsk! I have tried to get it on myself, I wish I could.
No safe spots, just concrete steps, Tim. Sounds a good idea, though.
Internet keeps going down this morning, Tsk!
T’was cheesy potatoes and tomatoes. But the shakes ensure that I tore both halves of the husks.
Easier day today (I hope). Only carer (don’t know what time yet), The Mental Nurse (that’s not the name, mental, but K forgot what it was), and the Warfarin INR nurse to take the blood. I must remember to tell her all the cuts and bruises since last week. The cracking of the head. the slicing of the thumb and the falling over when I was out on Monday. But there is time for another before she arrives
Hehehe! I’ve waddled again.
TTFN Sir. Thanks.
The black spots on your chicken are “flavor enhancements” if you pretend you grilled it over charcoal. LOL!