Monday 3rd June 2019
Scottish Gaelic: Diluain 3 Ògmhios 2019
02:40hrs. I woke up in a more bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, perkier mood (this was due to change within ten-minutes, tough, Humph!) this morning. I expected this is because of my long-overdue impending visit to the chiropodist later this morning.
The now regular awakening need of a wee-wee arrived. I extracted my overweight bulbous body from the £300 second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige, tatty, rickety recliner and to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket), and a lengthy evacuation took place.
I was almost ecstatic when I realised that Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps, Leslies Leg-Shaking,
Axonotmesis, Anne Gyna and the Peripheral neuropathy, were all being practically painless to me! This boosted the perkier mood, up to Over-the-Moon status. (Wait for it, here it comes…)
Getting back up, I used the method shown to me by Caroline and Sonia. It worked well enough and saved me panicking and using the wristlet emergency alarm. I was barefooted at the time, I limped and hirpled my way to the other room, and belatedly put on the slippers. But they had to come off, it was too painful wearing them. Now I was fretting about my getting to the chiropodist at the Medical Centre.
I took the medications, with extra Codeine Phosphate pain-killers. I hope they do not send me to sleep. Huh, I just can’t win, can I?
I tackled the hand-washing. Moved the bath towel, which was not anywhere near dry yet, onto the stand-up airer. Then, I wrang-out the t-shirt and socks best I could and got them drying on the airer.
No calls to the Porcelain Throne yet?
The poorly right foot’s big toe, is still painful, even with the shoes, socks and slippers off. I’m a bit concerned about this, and having to walk and travel with the footwear on, to the bus then clinic. This thought prompted me to check the 40 route bus times on Google.
I got the health checks done.
I got the Sunday post finished and sent off to WordPress. The toe is still as lousy pain wise.
Making a start on this post, things with the fingers got even worse. It really is like getting an electric shock sometimes when the finger ends touch anything, and worse if I am pressing harder.
I was wrong!
The chronically painful self-imposed toe-stubbing, having a fall to the floor and getting back up again, the Bruised elbow – most worrying is the agony from the stubbed toe not easing off, though. Will I be able to get the shoes on, to go to the foot clinic? Double-Grumph! No, Treble-Grumph!
If this prevents my getting to the foot clinic, then the toes nails will not get cut again, and I’ll suffer even longer… Oh, never mind, I’m sick of things going wrong and fed-up of me cavilling on and pettifogging about things. I’m just not lucky, that’s all.
I set about carefully doing the ablutions, though as quickly as I could, for fear of missing the bus, time was getting on, with all the delays, Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas to date today.
I got readied and set out with the three-wheeler guide. The toe was still extremely painful, so the progress was slow. But, I had set out with I hoped, plenty of time. I met Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model, Warden Deana, on Chestnut Way, and told her of my Accifauxpas to date. A little chinwag, and on to 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.
The cars and vans were parked in such a position that I had to go on the roadway to get by some of them. Note the dark car, with its rear wheels about two-foot from the edge of the pavement? As I went onto the road, a residents blackish
I had to walk in the road again on Winchester Street. At least there was no traffic on the road this time.
I got to the bus shelter, with 6 minutes to spare before the number 40 bus was due. The driver kindly didn’t move until I was settled in one of the side-saddle seats. It seemed to take no time at all for the bus to get to the Robin Hood Chase bus stop I needed to alight at.
I painfully made my way to the centre (The feet and toes!). I inquired of the young receptionists, where I would find the chiropodist room. I was informed it is now called podiatry, and told the way, which I followed. My heart sank when I saw the Age UK, Nottingham banner on the wall. I knew they could not do my toe cutting, last week when they phoned me and refused to treat me, because of the ‘Number of issues’ I have. I really thought this would be another company, but no.
Hope glimmered at me! I thanked them and apologised for getting things mixed up. One of the ladies walked me out of the premises.
I called in the nearby Co-op and got some peas, bread-thins and vinegar. Then walked, (well, limped gingerly), to the bus stop. While waiting, I tried to take a photo of another Pavement Cyclist shooting off of the footpath in front of traffic, this time. But a van came and blocked the view. If you look hard, you might see bits of the cyclist, in pictures 3 & 4. Haha!
I recovered, and now in more pain with the feet and toes, I slowly made my way across the road and down to Chestnut Way.
Taking this photographical gem as I hobbled as gently as I could manage down the hill.
The top of Winchester Street and all of Chestnut Way was snided-out with parked traffic.
Walking along Chestnut Way, I snapped these shots of the new and buildings. They are coming along well! Could be finished by November, they say.
Then pictured some wildflowers on the verge of the now accessible again, footpath. Not too bad, this new camera for taking flowers?
I got a call from one of the Stroke support team, Lucy, I think. She said she’d call the chemist at Carrington. She called me back to tell me that the medications would be delivered in about a week, in blister packs.
I got in and had a wee-wee, washed and got updating this blog. Did up to here, it was now 16:00hrs. Heard nothing from Dr Lona Vindla yet. Feeling very tired, now. Been up for twelve hours or more, now.
I did an amendment to the Morrison order, added some cheapo fabric softener and freshener-granules. Got the oven on to warm up ready for the chips later.
Got the vittles served up
Washed up, and got settled down in the ancient might be worth something to a collector (50p?), recliner.
I sid a few photos of the extremely painful stubbed toe.
Not a pretty sight. Obviously, the mission to get the toenails cut is still being thwarted by my having, ‘Too many issues’ for the chiropodists to cut my nails!
Sometimes, when agony dawns, and there is no sight nor hope of things improving, one can get terribly depressed. But, and however, this stage has not yet been reached by Inchcock… But it’s damned close! Hahaha!
You had quite a beat yourself up day, with the cars and pavement cyclist trying to finish you off. I never realized that getting toenails cut would be such and big issue. Your toenails are going to end up like Howard Hughes’ did. Then maybe you can skewer a pavement cyclist or two with your toenails. Your big toe is painful to look at. It must hurt something awful. I hope your doctor calls on you soon to figure something out. Great photos. Were they all left handed? That’s good you were able to eat all your meal.
Something in what you say there, Tim! I am probably the biggest danger to myself. Hehehe!
I wonder if anyone else on Warfarin has this problem?
I just showed from the Stroke Revocery Support, your Howard Hughes’ comment. It did not get home, though! Tsk!
Nothing from the Doctor’s about the nails yet.
The toe seems to be feeling a tad less painful this morning… that is until I stubbed it on the WC riser metal leg, Again!
The photos were about 50-50 twixt the left and right hand, today mate. The shakes were intermittent, and did not last too long (unlike this morning, Tut-tut!
I made less this time for the nosh, on purpose. But I did eat a bag of Marmite fries afterwards (Guilt!).
Cheers, Sir, all the bestest.
Whew! My day was – wake up (thanks to two cats making sure I was awake to feed them on time…); feed the kitties; make my breakfast; eat it; give cat his blood pressure medicine; watch the news, then some old movies on the television; fall asleep watching the old movies; waking up (thanks to kitties concerned I’d miss their kitty food time…); blah-blah-blah, etc. Compared with your day, I might have slept the day and night away rather than do little or nothing for a change. Got to stop – one of the kitties is helping himself to the toy stash while I type, and just knocked my smart phone onto the floor. Bad kitty!
Haha! It’s good of them to be concerned about you missing their nosh, Doug. Hehehe!
Life is busier now than it has been for years!
I just had Sharon, from the Stroke Recovery Team. Bless her. No aerobaticalisationing, (snigger!) today, cause of the condition of the toe.
But the hand and leg shakes are worse today, ah-well, can’t win em all!
Give the furries a bit of fuss from me, please.
TTFNski
Will do! (They insist on it!)