Busy Week Coming Up – Humph!
Saturday 11th May 2019
Maori: Rāhoroi 11 o Mei 2019
02:45hrs. Woke up and escaped out of the second-hand, £300 c1968 rickety recliner to utilise the overnight-half-filled EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket). A PDTSAOWW (Painfull-Dribble-Trickle-Spray-all-over-Wee-wee) class one. I anticipate struggling to pass all day again, on and off, mostly on.
Memories of the nightmare-dreams flickered into and out-of-the brain-box. Positive recall for once I think, but they faded as fast as they came to me. Tsk! I felt they were of an unpalatable-nature, though, with some touches of fear involved somewhere.
I cleaned and disinfected the EGPWWB, and had a shower, shave, cleaned the teggies, got the bamboo-socks on, using the glide, and had a failed attempt on the Porcelain Throne. Come think of it; it should be the ‘Red Cross Supplied Raised Plastic Porcelain Throne with the Rusty Metal Supports that Wobble’ to be right, nowadays. But it’s too big a mouthful to use. Hehe!
Got dressed then I took the morning medications. Taking an added Senna to hopefully move things in the rear exit department; it’s been a day or two since any successful evacuation has taken place. And the last wee-wee encourager-tablet from the Care Home. Hey-Ho!
The legs and arms were beginning to give me some sudden bother from Colin Cramps and Arthur Itis. So I applied some Fenbid Pain Killer on bothering knees, shins, feet, and wrists. The feet and toes were stinging badly, too, but they need the Chiropodist’s visit badly.
Put the new socks on, using the sock-glide. They are shorter than the others. The legs seemed a little more blotchy and bloated than of late.
During this process, three more PDTSAOWWs (Painfull-Dribble-Trickle-Spray-all-over-Wee-wees) were passed. In total, maybe 5 messy-fluid ounces. Haha!
I updated the Notes for the nurse’s visit.
Another wee-wee, now in the form of an RPDDWW (Reluctant, Painful-Dri-Drip-Wee-Wee).
I started this post, and then finalised the Friday one and posted it off.
I felt the most welcome need for the Porcelain Throne! So, off to the wet room. Partial success, but at a high cost! It took me about twenty minutes to get things started, then half-way through, I did some of the crossword book puzzles, while I waited for some sort of completion. (Not agony, but it was painful) When things were over, surprisingly it was a messy affair with only a tiny… Well, ever mind!
The cleaning up afterwards took another twenty-minutes, oh what a state! The new socks felt very loose and thin, but they were comfy, and warm enough. 
After another RPDDWW, I hobbled to the kitchen to make another brew of tea.
Espying the amazing looking orange/red quarter moon in the sky, I got the camera and took this shot of it. I had to make five efforts to get the picture something like it really was. This was due to the right-side shakes from Dizzy Dennis, and or the Axonotmesis.
06:55hrs. Awaiting the carer to put the Ankle-Protection Strap on for me.
0720hrs. Titivating on this blog, and made a mug of tea. 07:35hrs. A new carer arrived. He soon mastered the Ankle-Retention-Strapping. I’d got the socks on. So, no need for any help with anything else. I mentioned about the appointment with the Audio Clinic on Monday and cancelled the carer for that day. I’ll have to leave the Ankle thingy and socks on overnight? I dare not ask them to call, in case they arrive late, and I might miss the bus into town. I’ll do it now, I must sort out the bus timings and fare needed. All sorted, (I hope), Stop S48 (Winchester Street, Time Monday 13th May 2019: 07:225hrs, Fare £2.30!
Another wee-wee, now in the form of an RPDDWW. Better get things ready to go to Sherwood for some bits.
Took some black bags on the way out, deposited them in the rubbish chute. And down and out, called in 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. A few residents about, who were taking a peek at the cheapo-out-of-date-vegetables on sale. Some of the residents’ panel in there as well. No one was interested in chinwagging, apart from Mary. Lady asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee. I declined and thanked her. So I had a walk outside to get used to the three-wheeled-trolley-guide for ten minutes or so, up and down the road. When the bus arrived it was a Bestwood bound one, that and I and many others needed. And some nattering began, which I enjoy.
Dropped off in Sherwood and went into the Post Office shop. Got an egg sarnie for breakfast, a Polish sourdough slice loaf and a bottle of spring water. I dropped the bread putting it in the trolley, and a lady picked it up for me. Again a stranger asked me if I was alright, and told me I looked pale! Hehe! Bless her for the help.
I departed, out and across the road and into the Wilko shop. I came out with a bottle of liquid soap powder (which seems to clean the ankle-support, well), a can of deodorant, and a sink plug. The finding of the sink plug was interesting. After walking around and searching without any luck, I thought I’d try to find someone to ask their location. I bumped into a neighbour, Malcolm, and asked him if he knew where they were, and he guided me back to where I first looked, but they were electrical plugs. A good job I passed Malcolm again and ask him once more, for he found them for me. Tsk!
To the Co-op next. They had some nice looking Piccolo tomatoes that I bought, along with two potatoes, that will do for Doris’s nibble next Saturday. I’m so glad I can do something in return, and I think Doris will accept some baked-cheesy potatoes every Saturday, now. And I love doing them. (And eating them, Hehe!)
To the bus stop and a nattering session as about six of awaited the L9, back up to the flats.
During the walk back from the bus stop to Woodthorpe Court, sudden fatigue overcame me, and it took me what 
seemed like aeons to get home. Ah-well!
I called at Doris’s, to remind her about the upcoming potato-feast. Back to the front room
But hunger got the better of me, and I had a snack first thing… well, after another PDTSAOWW!
The weather brightened up, and I took a picture through the unwanted, light & view blocking, multi-glass needing cleaning that I cannot reach or get to do so, kitchen windows.
I then got the potatoes in the oven. And sat down and fell asleep in a short time.
Woke and checked the potatoes, they were done ready for being mixed. I halved them, but split the skin in one of them. Scooped out the potatoes into a big basin, added much mature cheddar, distilled vinegar, a bit of butter, and some salt. Replaced the well-bashed up mixture, back in the husks and got them in the oven on a high heat. Kept an eye on the now three instead of four baked spud-halves. But they were well filled! Made up a nosh for Doris, two halves of cheesy-potato, and some Piccolo tomatoes, halved and salted. Then the pleasure of taking the tray to Doris. I hope she likes them.
Back to the flat, sat down and fell asleep in true style! Deep sleep! Woke up around 1740 hours, when the door chime was ringing out. It was Doris returning the washed tray bless her, and saying she enjoyed them. That made my day!
Doris (although, I found out she is not Doris!) was with me in the kitchen, she had brought two big spuds for the next nosh, bless her! It then transpired that her name is Josie, or Josephine, Josephine or Jose. I did feel a fool! She kindly added that she responds to Doris, as well. Hahaha!
I took the evening medications.
Then I set about taking off the Ankle-Support, it was no bother at all, I’d got it off in about fifteen minutes or so. Got it washed, using the bowl and some liquid soap flakes and hung it up. For it to hopefully dry in time for the carer coming in the morning to fit it on for me.
I got the computer on and updated this blog as far as here. Made a brew. Went on WordPress reader.
Shattered again. Late now for me. I reheated my cheesy-potato and imbibed it with a drink of spring water, then took the medications late.
Got done and settled in the £300 second-hand, c1968 rusty recliner for sleep, but the head was spinning with my faults, mistakes and bad choices made, and it was ages before I could nod-off. Humph!
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Got the nearly cold mug of tea drank up, and had a look out of the unwanted or liked new, light & view-blocking kitchen window. By gun it cold when I opened up to take a photograph!
A big crowd for the buses, but most of the gang got on the Sherwood bus, only a few on the City bound one.
I took a snap of Chapel Bar as I passed it. There was a conspicuous absence of citizens about for a Friday.
I looked at the starters on show at Brown’s Restaurant. It was for starters:
A little further up the incline, and I had a rest, to et the left foot ease off a bit. The pain was not very pleasant. Due to the chiropodist not calling for so long. Although the gal, Suzie did call the day after I had the Stroke. Huh!
up the hill, carefully.
Through the City Centre along Long Row.
other residents of Winwood got on at all, odd that. As the bus pulled off, I noticed the old Tall & Small clothing shop that had closed down, had opened up as The Culfather, A traditional Turkish Barbeque food outlet.
I went on the TFZer Facebooking and photo album adding.
tomato puree, mustard, curry powder, demerara sugar and white distilled vinegar. They had been marinating most of the day, lovely flavour this time. Cooked and added some smoked streaky bacon, and did some part-baked cobs in the oven, to soak up the treat. Sliced an apple too. I’m afraid once again, the appetite was not up to the job. I left about half of it. Tsk! 
Not feeling too good at all, down and many various new pains. Tsk! 
Got the meal early today, I felt like I could eat some today. I got the balance right for once this time. Battered fish fingers, apple, and tomatoes, with some milk roll bread made into tomato sarnies, and a lemon mousse, but I didn’t eat the dessert and left some tomato slices and some apple, but not much. A filling nosh, all the same. Nice and tasty too. 
Back to the WC, for an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) yet again! Double-Tsk!
I opted to nip down to the foyer and see if a washing machine was free to use, taking the stick and laundry bag with me. One was not in use, but only the device I have never used before was available. I noticed that Gruppenführeress and Ballerina Warden Julie was doing the Fire Alarm Testing with another lady, and she threw the clobber in the machine in seconds and got it going for me. 
The new ceiling had had some new, I think, roof light openings. 
I noticed Angela and Roy coming in from a taxi, and took this snap of them. A grand couple. 
04:15hrs. I woke and lay there gathering some minuscule resemblance of appreciation, comprehension, and perception of what the hell I was doing, where, and who I was! But concentration soon formed, and recognition and understanding were thankfully grasped and retained. But I don’t mind telling you, those few scatty-moments, scared the hell out of me! I really thought another stroke was taking place. Phew!
0935hrs: Caroline and Sonia, from the City Hospital Occupational Therapy Unit arrived. Much heavy going therapy followed, for an hour or so.
call around 15:30hrs, to have a look at the wobbly handlebar on the three-wheel trolley for me. That was kind!
Rolls. I sneaked one in the freezer later for Jane when she calls again, but don’t tell her! Haha! Then over the road and some of the fantastic extra large eggs, to had to Cyndy or Eric helping. Some lemon ice cream and beef steaks on offer at Fultons Foods.
Back at the flats and I was getting weary as I walked back to the flat. Nobody about at all, but for me it was late, and tiredness dawned.
ratty… but I am! 
I thought I was a little depressed earlier, with all that is going wrong again. Now things are getting enough to try the patience of a saint!
The wee-weeing was much user-friendlier this time, with a bit like the old SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) returning at last. The evacuation was far less messy as well. At this stage, I realised I must not get too confident, all the same. I nearly went over as the damned Axonotmesis affected ankle went on its side, and I am afraid to say, I uttered a couple of expletives I’ve not used for a while. Self Stupidity Recognition Mode Engaged! Only myself to blame for not using the stick, especially as the Ankle-Support was not on yet either! Oy Vey! Then I needed another wee-wee… Oh dearie me!
The tea went cold again, so I got the stick and hobbled carefully to make another brew. 
We dropped off in town, Margaret and Tom went into Wilko’s, and I made my way to the Victoria Centre Market. Up in a lift and to the Alladin’s Cave stall. 
I dropped the books in the Age Concern Charity stop on Lincoln Street. 
Slab Square, then up to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street to catch the bus home. 
Further along, at the corner of Queen/King Street, another sad sight of a closed down retail shop! 
Got the medications taken and nosh served up.
I stopped a while, to work out the new set of medications and confirm to myself what they are being taken for. Google searching: Lansaprozole 15mg: Duodenal Ulcer – Senna 10mg: Help with passing – Paracetamol: Pain relief – Codeine 30mg: Pain relief for Axonotmesis – Chlorphenamine 8mg: Food allergy? – Bisoprolol 10mg: Beta blocker, heart – Ramipril 10mg: High Blood Pressure – Atorvastatin 80mg: Cholesterol – Novicol sachets: Chronic Constipation – Warfarin 3mg: Blood thinner… I’ve just realised this is a list of medications I was on during the stay at the Oaks Residential Home, not a proper up to date one. Well, that was a waste of time – Hahaha! 
Machine free, so I started the asher and back up in the lift. 
At first, I thought there was a bee of some kind on it. 
The sky looked incredible, albeit was windy with it. Sufficient for me to take another picture.
I got her half of the potato, added some crispy roast onions and put them on a tray and delivered them to her door.
04:15hrs. Woke up, which I was well pleased with doing (Haha!), after getting to sleep late and suffering panic attacks as I realised I was laying where the Stroke took place and felt a little bilious. Of course, during the stroke, every orifice emptied out, I mean every one of them, and I threw-up first thing. Somehow it frit me, and I began to be scared of going to sleeping? Silly old thing. I felt right fermished!
The Carer man arrived, and he was a different one again. Which meant I had to try and remember how the Foot-Retainer straps have to be fitted. Farcical really. The three carers who I’ve had so far, have all got it on in a different way. 
much, I have no intention of going out today. 
Went to make a brew of tea and put the oven on to warm up ready for the baking of the giant potato. Seeing the Teddy Bear someone (Marie?) sent me, I’m naming him Cuddles! And the beautiful Koala Katie that was sent to me when I was ill earlier cheered me up exponentially. 
But this didn’t happen. I was so tired I just had some bread thins with the Polish Ham and some sliced lightly salted tomato slices. Then a pot of mandarins in juice. 
When I woke up, I didn’t know if Doris had been in to make her check on me. 
I decided to finish some more of this diary, then go on Facebook and the TFZer pages for a while. 
03:30hrs. Woke feeling so cold for some reason. Then realised that using the three-wheeled trolley meant I had to move the towel heater in the hallway so I can make room for using the walking-aid-trolley. Phwert! Ah, well! 
On the walk home, had to walk downhill to get to the Woodthorpe Grange gates to cut through to the flats.
This made me so angry!
I cut through car park into the Grange and around the footpath on my way to the flats. It was too heavy going shoving the trolley over the semi-wet from last nights grass.
Got the fodder finished and served up.
Overcautiously maybe, but the getting off of the bus presented me with a shock – that damned trolley does like going downhill at all. Tsk! Nearly twisted my knee and clouted my chin getting off. Ah, well! 
Got in, and did a bit more away-time diary catching up on. 
Amazing coloured sky and view tonight.