Thursday 30th May 2019
Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 30 Cèitean 2019
I got the slippers on, and poddled with the stick, to the kitchen, and took the medications, made tonight’s dosage pot up. Imbibed this morning’s medicines, and got the kettle on, and then did the health checks. Sys 177, Dia 81, Pulse 88, and Temperature 35.8°c. A change for the last few mornings. Up a bit – As Bob Monkhouse used to say in ‘The Golden Shot!’
The hand washing shirt and socks were moved and placed on the warm airer.
Got the computer on, and started to update the Wednesday post (Not one of my better days that, Grumph!). The fingers were shaking a few times, but not as bad as yesterday. Got it finalised and sent off to WordPress. Went on the Reader Section for a while to catch-up During which, several more wee-wees were needed, but these were not so forceful and shorter in length and volume. They were of the H.K.W.W. (Heavy-Keen-Wee-wee) classification.
I planned to get the ablutions done at 07:00hrs. This should give me time to sort out things for the doctors and get the trolley-guide prepared etc. for the hobble to Carrington and the Sherringham Park Medical Practice. I made up the nibble-bag while I thought of it, and put it in the four-wheeled-guide box. Such a sad little box, it’s also a seat, but these few nibbles filled it, so it is of little use, if any, for shopping? I think I’ve got it right. Appointment at 09:20hrs – 07:00hrs: Ablutions; shave, teggies, shower, dry, battle with the sock-glide one hour. 08:00hrs: Leaves me 20 minutes to faffle around and get outside togs on and set off out by 08:20hrs: Giving me an hour to walk to the surgery. Gone are the 35-minute hobbles to the doctors of old. Humph!
Made a start on this post.
I think I may have said something along the lines of, “Arghhurgh!”
Got myself sorted, moved the Ankle Support strap in the wet room, in hopes that it dries quicker.
Then I readied things including the four-wheeled-walker and took some bags to the rubbish chute on the way out. I was soon out in the fresh air.
A beautiful display of white flowers blooming on Winchester Street.
Getting through on the pavement with the trolley was not easy at all. Some cars and vans from the sub-contractors were parked on the footpath and didn’t give enough room for me to walk through, and I had to go on the road to get by. But I’m not complaining; their illegal parking allows the L9 bus to get by. Without which I would be in a right picklement!
I pressed on carefully and not rushing, down the hill onto Mansfield Road. The mind had an odd moment of reflection on how things were going, and I was suddenly weighed down by weltschmerz.
Walking along Mansfield Road, I took some shots of the shops I passed by.
The atmosphere was one of decrepitude and misery I’m afraid. Closed shops, unhappy faces, and a sense of defeatism lingered.
A little before the Sherrington Park Medical Practise, I spotted some beautiful small flowers,
I was greeted with a welcome from the receptionist, took a seat and got the crossword book out and had a go, an unsuccessful one, again! Hehe!
Dr. Lona Vina called me into her room. I’ve never been in there so long, ten minutes! She asked how I was feeling, and some deeply personal questions that needed answering. Then had a look at my legs, checked the lungs/breathing. I have to keep taking the Furosemide that the hospital had taken me off. She was concerned as to why they had removed the fluid fighting Furesomide in the first place and ordered some from the chemists for me. The kidneys needed checking out, and the iron in the blood will be checked. She arranged for Nurse Nichole to take some blood. Ah, Nurse Nichole… life became worthwhile again! Haha!
I waited in the nurse’s area and had another failed go at the crosswords. I may pack up trying! Tsk! Nurse Nichole came to fetch me, and we had a jolly good natter while she
I departed, and checked my as good-a-Rolex, second hand £2 watch with its £10 new strap, and there was no point in catching a bus back to Sherwood, for an L9 bs was not due for 58 minutes. So I went to the Lidl store and had a wander around. The small box on the trolley would not
But it wasn’t long before yet one more Nottinghamian, bullying, inconsiderate, chowderheaded scumbag of a baby-carrying Pavement Cyclist was threatening to have me over, coming from behind again. But it didn’t bother me! (Lie Mode Engaged!)
A bloke from out flats, the one on all the social security who brags about his Asian wife and child and how much he is still getting, and they have lived apart for donkey’s years. But it didn’t
The L9 bus arrived on time, and we all mounted, there were about four of us from the flats by then that got on board.
The walk from the bus stop to the flats was a little wearying. I imagine my having sat down for a while and having to get up again was the reason, and of course, the feet were giving me some hassle. Walked back with Mary, who had arrived on the other bus. She had cancelled her move to the Sneinton Flats now, and moved down to the first floor at Woodthorpe Court, from the top storey. That’s the 5th, 9th, then 15th and now the first floor she is residing in. She gets about a bit, s
I got in the flat. I’ve worked out a system with the trolleys. I wheel it to the end of the hallway, unloaded it and the bag, but away what I wasn’t going to use. Then retrieved the airer-dryer from the spare room, back to the hall, and wheeled the emptied trolley into the room. Sort of reverse when going out. I might not
Took this picture from the unwanted hellish new kitchen windows that cannot be reached to clean the six panes of glass that need the use
Got the nosh sorted. It looked good, but the eyes were bigger than the stomach again, and I could not eat half of it. But I was so tired. Perhaps that had some effect on it? Mind you, what I did eat, I enjoyed well enough. A flavour rating of 7.5/10 given.
The ingredients listed as being in this bacon, are: Pork Belly Boneless & Skinless (92%), Salt, Pork Gelatin, Spices and Spice Extracts, Stabilisers: Triphosphates, Carrageenan, Locust Bean Gum, Flavour Enhancer: Monosodium Glutamate, Soya Protein, Modified Starch, Stabilisers: Sodium Citrate, Collagen Pork Protein, Antioxidant: Sodium Erythorbate, Flavourings (contains Barley Gluten, Soya, Milk), Glucose, Maltodextrin, Acidity Regulator: Citric Acid, Preservative: Sodium Nitrite. Hehehe! But it tastes divine!
I washed the pots, such as they were and got the kettle on.
Well, I was up and about and decided I’d get the hand-washing done. Two shirts and a pair of socks. Got them hanging up to dry.
Then I thought I might as well get this. Blog updated. Made a start, I had rather a lot of photographs to sort out first, so got them done.
I was naked, apart from the PPs and dressin
I tried Facebook to see if it would come back on, there. Very slow.
Early morning, I had another H.K.W.W. (Heavy-Keen-Wee-wee). These, thankfully are less often, but seem to be clearing me out well!
Got the head down again.
Your selfie of you doing an “Arghhurgh!” is ART. What a great selfie. The doctor spent 10 minutes with you. Wow! I’m impressed. You should have asked her for a prescription for Nurse Nichole, while she was giving you some time. That’s fantastic you got to see Nurse Nichole. She is really good for you. The pavement cyclists were out in force? The weather’s improving I suppose? Do you have to slice that Nordic Style Bacon yourself? It looks great, but mighty dangerous if you have to go at it with a sharp knife. That is a decent looking, rather large meal.
Thank’s, Tim. The toes were still stinging when I took the selfie, that helped. Haha!
Damn, I fogot all about the prescription request, too! Tsk!
The place was snided with them Pavement Cyclists, mate… Huh!
The Nordic bacon in a challenge. I must try not to get any shakes when I slice it, fingrs crossed, instead of cut. Haha!
What bit I did eat of the nosh, was fine. I must get out of the hbit of making such big meals!
TTFNski, Tim.
“Dr. Lona Vina called me into her room. I’ve never been in there so long, ten minutes! ”
It is excellent, isn’t it, to get such extensive, undivided, medical attention!
Imagine, she did a complete workup, and it only took ten minutes.
Think of all she could do for you in just twenty minutes!
Gotta love human beings, because, what other choice do we have?
Plus, we are them, which is actually disturbing.
Hahaha!
You are right Cindy. I felt so fussed over and cared for.
If only I could get some chiropodist to take me on.
Or get the hearing-aids done…
It’s rather sad, but that also makes it comical. Hehehe!
Thanks gal. ♥