Monday 20th May 2019
Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 20. Svibnja 2019
03:25hrs: Morpheous, Morpheous, sweet Morpheous, where for art thou? Well, certainly not in the £300 second-hand, c1968, tatty-beige, rickety recliner in Woodthorpe Court! That’s for certain. Humph!
Any hopes of getting some sleep were abandoned, and I removed my oleogustus body out of the rusty but trusty, recliner. And, after a few seconds looking around, I remembered I had misplaced the stick. As I got in the hallway, there on the first clothes-hook, hung the naughty walking stick! In plain view! What a schmuck! How I missed it on my searching, I don’t know, but I was glad I found it. I utilised it and got in and on the Porcelain Throne.
Oh, heck! What a painful, slow, drawn-out action. Still, at least things are starting to move now, slowly. The following wee-wee was of the rare SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like-Wee-wee) variety, for a change.
I took a snap of the amazing view outside. The sun and the shadows.
I got the computer on, and finished off the Sunday blog, and posted it off.
The following wee-wees were all of the SPWWW (Short-Painful-Weak-Wee-wee) mode. But not so frequent.
I carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.
Back to the wet room, for an uncharacteristic Porcelain Throne session. An entirely different one compared to the first one earlier. Absolutely no movement at all, just wind. Despite all my excruciating, unpleasant, best trying-to-force things efforts. Not even any wind. Hehe!
I did the ablutions while in the wet room. Teggies, shaved, washed, dried, and made myself smell nice. The right leg began to shake just as I was getting the Sock-Glide ready. I decided after yesterdays Whoopsiedangleplop/Accifauxpa, to leave the socks on from Sunday. Too risky. The carer might help me later. (He didn’t)
I was still feeling a little rough around the edges. Of course, the shaking stopped when I got back on the computer! Oy vay, and Flumbleflak! With the new pains, well, aches in the feet, extra shaking and generally my feeling worse, I checked out the side effects of the Antibiotic tablets.
The more common side effects of nitrofurantoin can include: Agranulocytosis; alopecia; anaemia; angioedema; aplastic anaemia; appetite decreased; arthralgia; asthenia; chest pain; chills; circulatory collapse; confusion; cough; cyanosis; depression; diarrhorea; dizziness; drowsiness; dyspnoea; eosinophilia; euphoric mood; fever; granulocytopenia; haemolytic anaemia; headache; hepatic disorders; idiopathic intracranial hypertension (Thanks to the Stroke); increased risk of infection; leucopenia; lupus-like syndrome; nausea; nystagmus; pancreatitis; psychotic disorder; pulmonary hypersensitivity; pulmonary reaction (possible association with lupus erythematosus-like syndrome); respiratory disorders; skin reactions; Stevens-Johnson syndrome; thrombocytopenia; urine discolouration; vertigo; vomiting; nausea; loss of appetite; stomach pain; numbness in your hands and feet; pain in your hands and feet; weakness; dizziness; drowsiness; red blood cell damage; liver problems; nerve disorders; nerve damage.
Most unfathomable, I seem to have had a lot of these side-effects before taking the medication? I imagine the lack of sleep can be put down to the Nitrofurantoin, as maybe the nerve damage making the right leg and arm jerk about and shake more now, the Axonotmesis and or Peripheral Neuropathy, as well? The Mary Potter nurses told there is no chance of redivivus for the nerve ends. By golly, I sound almost intelligent here. Hahaha!
I’m not a franion, but things will be, and nothing can be done, accepting things that cannot be changed, I find comfortable enough. Yet I worry and fret over anything to do with authority, banks, shops etc. I don’t know why I said that?
07:29hrs, the Carer, Jay arrived. In and out within a few minutes, Ankle-Support-Strapping all done.
I then felt a little down because there are not any more callers coming today. Well, the Medical Compliance Service is to call me to arrange a visit. I wondered what this title meant, so I had a look on Google. It’s a well-paid job, at least! Egad!
Still none the wiser as to what they do, though. But I’ll find out if and when he/she comes.
Off for yet another rather unpleasant SPWWW, again.
Time for a Nitrofurantoin, I took it with some spring water.
I’m still dropping things a lot today. Nerve ends, I suppose. But it is vexing, all the same.
I have to stay in, in case the MCS Medical Compliance Service ring me to make an appointment. I could do with somebody with me when they come, but no one is available. Then again, will they call at all?
Got a landline call from a Stroke Team lady, (missed her name). She will be calling around 13:00hrs today to see me.
I went on TFZer Facebooking to catch up with them, and add some photographs.
Then, I took the Nitrofurantoin and made another brew.
The right leg still shaking now and then.
I was thinking of taking a picture of the legs, and for some reason: 16th-century Galligaskin Breeches came to mind; as a perfect partner to go with the longer bamboo diabetic socks? Just a passing thought.
I went on blogging, and everything froze on me in WordPress? A yellow bar came up, telling me that Grammarly was causing the machine to go slow. I could not type anything, so I closed the option to stop Grammarly. I looked in Chrome extensions, and it said that Grammarly was enabled. But when I opened it again, no Grammarly was available. After much-complicated efforts, I got a message to explain the problem to Grammarly. (This being half-an-hour later) Then it came back on again. Incapable and not intelligent-enough, springs to mind as a description for Inchcock! I am desperately short on Mazel Tov!
Leoni, from the Medical Compliance Service, arrived. She sorted the prescriptions out for me, then rang the Chemist to try and get a date for the blister-pack delivery of medications. The man who does the blister-packs is on holiday so he could not say? But the make-up of the new intermediate medicines for the shortfall should arrive in a couple of days. Very hit & miss, undivinable and iffy, that!
A confused Inchcock, again now! Nice lady, I thanked her, and off she shot.
I had an SPWWW, a wash, and the intercom rang. It was Kelly from the Stroke Unit Support. Then the door chimes burst forth with Dusty Springfields ♫I only want to be with you♫. She’d come to interview me about how things were, recovery-wise. We had a productive long chinwag, and she had ordered me a shower chair with a back on it, to be more comfortable. She then contacted the Audio Clinic and made an appointment for me. Bless her cotton socks.
I got the nosh cooking and called to see if Josie would like some cheesy-potatoes. She had a visitor and was going to go shopping. I said I’d wrap her potato in foil and she could collect it whenever she wanted.
Went on the WordPress Reader section.
Got the noshes sorted. Wrapped Josies in foil, and continued to demolish mine. A ate the lot. Which surprised me with my recent poor eating mixed with devouring all of the meal, almost alternately.
Watched some TV, but didn’t want to fall asleep, with Josie calling and miss her. But I did nod-off. Woke up and worried that I may have missed the gal, I got her plate and visited her flat; all of the three paces from my apartment door. Handed her the prandicle, and she asked if she could do one for me, and what would I fancy. I said I’d have to give it some thought, she laughed, and I left her, wishing her well.
Back to the flat, and resumed my place in the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner.
Got up a while later to make a brew of tea, and noticed I had been nocturnal (for me) nibbling, and an empty bag of Marmite Crisps on the Ottoman! Guilty Mode Assumed!
Took a shot of the amazing looking sky from the unwanted, light & view blocking, impossible to get to for cleaning, thick edged kitchen window.
Sleep did not want to come anymore, but I did get-off later.
And as far as I could tell, no wee-wees of any classification were needed? The Nitrofurantoin seems to be helping, or not, I’m not sure. Sad innit?