Inchcock Today – Tues 28 May 2019: Sorry it is a long one, but a lot happened today, some good stuff, too!

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Tuesday 28th May 2019

Croatian: Utorak, 28 Svibnja 2019

Monday evening, 20:25hrs: Gave up trying to sleep, and rose up, made a brew and passed a urination of the FSSWW (Frisky-Short-Sharp-Wee-Wee) variety, it was still brown in colouration. Thankfully, the accompanying pong was nowhere near so pungent now!

Got the computer on, and began to conclude the Monday Inchcock Today. Finally completed, I sent it off to WordPress. Then had a look at the WordPress Reader. The fingers were not jumping about anywhere near as much as earlier in the day. The right leg still tries occasionally to do its impersonation of the hokey cokey, as performed by a three-legged rhinoceros, with the foot stamping down on the floor, of its own accord. Hehehe!

I took the belated evening medications. I am a right clot of the highest order!

I made another mug of Glengettie tea.

I noticed the rain had started off again.

And I took a picture through the dirty glass pane of the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view blocking, impossible to get at for cleaning the glass, in the kitchen windows; and that needs the use of the stepladders to see anything down below – like a fire engine, ambulance, police vehicle or gangs of yobboes. For the other photo, I opened the stiff mechanics of the handle and took a distance shot, which didn’t show the rain very well.

The precipitation stopped, and put the kettle on, and nipped into the wet room, in response to a warm, wet sensation from the lower regions. I checked things out, to find it was only a little blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, and nothing to fret over.

A quick check of the pins (legs), revealed that they had swapped fluid retention between the legs again. The different ones this time. Puzzling, but this is always happening? The knee patella areas seemed to have lost their warpedness and gnarled appearance as well.

At first, after looking at these pictures, I thought things looked a lot healthier colour-wise. But then it dawned on me, I had taken these shots in the hallway, where it is much darker. Ah, well!

I returned to the kitchen to make the brew.

When I noticed how quickly the view had changed outside, I just had to take some shots to record the beauty of the skies.

I still cannot hold the camera steady enough for me to take a panorama photograph I’m afraid.

I did my best and tried several times, but just got the Unable to take Scenic shot – Hold the camera steady. Or, Unable to take Scenic shot – Move in one direction only or similar messages were coming up. So, I made an auto-selected shot and cut it down. But it is not a very good effort. The best I could muster I fear. Grumph!

Made the tea, and had another FSSWW. Back to the computer. Around about 04:00hrs, I drifted off into an all-too-short, but much needed delightsome sleep.

I shot awake at 05:55hrs. I fumbled with great flummoxing haste. Groping my extracting and removing my unwieldy, heavily-ladened body from the welcoming warmth of the £300, second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige, tatty, rickety recliner!

Once freed, and uprightish; I made a grab for the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). I was caught by surprise at the strength of the evacuating fluids this morning, still of brown colouring. To give this effort an acronym or initialisation, I’d plump for of an ELDOPWW (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) mode. That’s a first! I emptied the third-filled bucket and sanitised it.

Back to the front room and titivated the mess around the recliner. In my expeditiousness to get to the bucket in time, I’d knocked the remote control, two bottles of spring water, a pad & pen, and the mobile phone off of the larger Ottoman. Well, blow me down with a feather duster, Fancy that, Tsk!

I then got the socks, and jumper hand-washed in the kitchen sink bowl, and hung up to dry before moving the shirt to an airer later. If I get the time, what with Caroline’s visit and the Dentist to be visited today.

I took the morning medications and made up an evening pot for later use. The health checks were sorted out next.

The BP results were better, I think so at least. The Sys was down to 139, the Dia 72, the pulse at 82, and the temperature read 35.8°c – which is a little higher than average, but it has been low for a while, so another good reading, methinks?

I nearly made a daft and silly Accifauxpa and gave myself a shot of “Enoxaparin”. How this nearly happened is beyond me. I know that the last week’s INR reading came back as being high. I rechecked the resulting form, to find that it was actually low, at 2.2! Yet I firmly believed it to be the other way? It is likely that having a Stroke, can change you from an everyday schmuck, bozo and an idiot, into a higher-class twit… such as a halfwit, cretin, imbecile, lamebrained-clodpole, as well! Huh!

Got the ablutions tended to. The floor in the wet room was looking a bit grotty, so I mopped around the edges.

Then on the computer, to make a start on this post.

Caroline from the Stroke Team arrived, and I cheered up exponentially and immediately. She got the telling of out of the way first (Hehehe!), and discussed what we should do, as the planned bus trip to assess my handling of the four-wheeled trolley walker, had to be sidelined again, due to the Dentist changing the appointment day to today. Life can be such a hassle and bother – but Caroline and Sonia coming to help and assess things make up for it.

Caroline rang the Age Concern, to get me booked in with one of their arranged chiropodists. £30 a session, for nail-cutting. Caroline then fitted the Ankle-Support for me, the first time try. She’s a natural at this. 

We decided to have a walk up to Mapperley Top with the trolley, and get some Sourdough Baguettes from Aldi. And I am now so glad we did, for it was like a holiday for me.

 

A lovely day outside as we departed. I asked Caroline if I could take her photograph, showing the Woodthorpe Court foyer door entrance and signage. Thus giving me a wonderful memory-photo to look back on later, after I lose the wonderful helpers from the Stroke Team. (Sob!) Chestnut Way, looked a dangerous, almost a life-threatening no footpath, busy with road-works, to have to walk along the roadway. This was because it is a dangerous, almost a life-threatening no footpath, busy with road-works way to have to walk along the roadway.

We walked to the end of the Way, me feeling a little vulnerable, and onto and up Sherbrooke Rise. A good nattering session was enjoyed as we tackled the steep road up to Mapperley Top.

We were soon arriving at the Aldi store. Where I foolishly tried to go in through the exit doors! I did feel a right-fool standing there, wondering why the automatic doors were not letting me in! Laugh? We had to as we realised I was trying to gain entry at the exit. Shoppers going in had to smile too! Haha!

I got carried away with failing to resist some fantastic looking food. I came out with crispy bacon, mini-potatoes, sourdough baguettes, Brunswick smoked ham, naughty lemon slice cakes and, believe it or not, some English ‘Blue’ eggs? These eggs amazed me. They were very small, and I wondered if they might be Bantam eggs? I intend to have a couple in mid-morning tomorrow.

Caroline and I began the walk back to the flats. As we turned down Mapperley Rise, I got Caroline to pose showing the eggs for me.

The four-wheeled trolley was a lot more stable and more comfortable to cope with going downhill than the three-wheeler is. But there is far less room to carry anything in it. In fact, Caroline had to ack the things into the little box, else they would not have fitted at all.

We had a good natter and laugh, with Caroline keeping her eye on my progress, on the way down. When we reached the end of Chestnut Way, I took a couple of shots of Winwood Heights. The momentary shakes affected one, I think.

The area was choc-a-block with sub-contractor, and road repair vehicles.

On the Cow Parsley (I had to ask Caroline for the name again, Tsk!) on the left, where new flats are to be built, had a Ladybird that I really wanted to try and take a good photo of.

But, I’m afraid the shakes inconveniently arrived as I was trying to take the pictures. It was impossible for me to get a partly unsmudged shot!

Caroline to the rescue again, and she took the photographs for me. Hidden talents in her there, no doubt! Thanks, gal ♥.

She got me home, the feet were stinging a bit, and had to shoot off to her next lucky patient.

I put away the food and had a wee-wee of the SSWW variety. Then I got the things ready for the visit to the dentist. I did not take any walkers with me, just the walking stick. As the stairs at the Dentist’s are very steep and were not easy to climb before, and this will be the first time I have tried since before the Stroke. So, taking a wheeler is not an option.

I caught the bus down the hill. Had a natter with some residents on the way.

Crossed the road and climbed the steep stairs into the dentist place. Waited in the queue, in the baron of adornments but with plenty of stuff for sale in cabinets, but clean looking reception of the Sherwood Dental stalag.

As soon as I signed in, a lady came to collect me. She followed, very frustratedly, I imagine, behind me as I climbed the stairs, strugglingly, slowly and painfully, up to the treatment room.

The dentist spoke to me, but I didn’t catch it all. I indicated that the hearing aids were not there. He said something after examining the partly toothed mouth, about “Not many left, but well-cleaned teeth…” I gathered that there was no call for any treatment, thanked him, pretending to hear what it was he was saying and offered a farewell. Down to the receptionist, carefully taking my time down the steps, but it was easier than getting up them. The receptionist, who I felt I ought to really try and cheer-up, and paid my £22.70 bill. I tried a wide-dimpled-smile in her direction, but it was ignored, poor girl, so depressed and sad looking. All I got was a look of incredulousness in return.

There was a good while until the bus was due back. I hobbled down to the Co-op store and had a wander around. I came out with some sweet peas and cooked beef slices. Made a cock-up at the checkout, and selecting the cooked beef. Farcical really. The stick was the problem, whenever possible when going out, I will take the trolley-walker with me, but it was impossible today.

The farce: I opened the door to the chiller and got the shakes at the wrong time again. I dropped several packets of the beef, some landing inside of the cooler, others on the floor in the aisle. A lady kindly came and helped me out, picking up those from the deck and shutting the sliding-door for me. I did feel uncomfortable and thanked the woman.

At the checkout, the shakes again, they lasted a bit longer this time. This ended up with the stick being knocked onto the floor, the packet of beef ending up yards away on the floor as well, I dropped the change the lady had given me, and I lost grip of the backpack-bag I was putting things into! What a right picklement! At first, no one came to assist me, but a lady in the ever-growing queue did. I think she was getting impatient and annoyed with me. Hehe! I think I must have been red-faced with the sheer embarrassment this time!

With the time lost, I had to move a bit faster than was comfortable, and awkward with the stick up the road, to the bus stop!

On the way, a Nottingamian pedal cyclist shot by me from behind, going at a great pace.

I tried to get a photograph of the ignorant bullying scum-ball of an uncaring young git! But was hidden behind some pedestrians he was weaving between, so could not record his nastiness and careless actions. Swine!

I got up to the bus shelter. Where I realised I need not have rushed after all – the bus was not due for another ten-minutes yet. Fancy me getting confused. Humph!

Gasconading is not my thing, let’s face it, there is precious little I have to brag about. Haha! But, this picture I took at the bus stop, turned out to be one of my better ones. The sky clouds made me take in in the first place, beautiful! It must have been the sunshines direction, that made the lower section come out as if it was cloudy? I liked this one. And no shakes when I took it, another positive!

The bus ride home was packed, and I missed out on some conversation as I could not hear what was being chatted about. Tsk!

The walk from the bus stop to the flat, was not only risky, due to no footpath and the traffic is naturally, going in and out. But the shakes hit me badly en route. I got in the apartment as the shakes eased off. Got the bits put away, and added the next dentist appointment to the Google Calendar.

Got the nosh sorted out. Put the sourdough baguettes in the oven. And got the plate readied with tomatoes sliced and salted, all ready to put in the baguette, with a slice, well, two slices of the German smoked Brunswick Ham. Washed a few sweet-peas, and sliced up a New Zealand Cox’s apple. A pot of mandarins in jelly added onto the tray.

By which time the bread was all crispy on the outside and soft in the middle, perfect! Buttered it up (Lurpak Softer) and filled it with the delicious tomatoes (Dutch vine).

Oh, and two mini-iced lemon cakes!

This time the appetite was ready and waiting. I ate it all up, with a rare relishfullness I haven’t had for ages. Now all I need is for some sleep, tonight.

A lady from Age UK rang me about the chiropodist. I had to answer some medical questions, of which my answers did not go down well. I was refused permission to go onto their listing, as I had too many medical issues. The woman will inform Caroline later. Shame! But I was not exactly surprised. What has one to do, to get one’s toe-nails clipped and some treatment to the corns and callouses? It’s been about twelve weeks or more now! Hey-ho!

I settled down and drifted off to sleep almost straight away. I woke up three hours later for a wee-wee, and got back down again, and blessedly slept for another six hours! Around 540 minutes! Sounds a lot more this way, Hehe! When I woke again, in need of another wee-wee, I felt better in myself and a lot more refreshed than for a long time.

Ye-Haa!

Sorry that it’s a long diary today, but a lot happened.

I know my circumlocution addiction, doesn’t help either. Tsk!