Monday 1st July 2019
Finnish: Maanantai 1 Heinäkuuta 2019
05:00hrs. I sort of sprang awake this morning, originally somewhat antipathetic at the idea of getting out of the £300. c1968, gungy-beige, rickety recliner. I soon realised that a few surprises were in store for me! Firstly, I saw how light and what the time was. Worked out that I’d just had seven hours kip. A rarity nowadays! Recognised the signs from the innards that I needed a wee-wee and to use the Porcelain Throne.
I rose gingerly, but no longer reluctantly from the quaintly antiquated recliner, got the stick and utilised the hardly used EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket). The RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) that followed took some stopping of the flow, well, trickle!
Then off to the wet room, and settled on the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was about as painful as the wee-wee, was, but less so, than of late. Some bleeding took place.
The black spots or papsules under the left little toenail were increasing in size?
The brain slowly began to operate in an imitation, semi-logical mode. (You’ll find this belated thought process activity as you get older, so be prepared, folks!)
Some new bruises had appeared. One on the left arm and one on the lower right arm. Trying to recall what caused them, defeated me. It’s unfathomable; No tumbles or fall had, no bags or knocks as far as I know or can remember.
I rinsed the hand washing and hung it to dry.
When I got the medications out, it dawned on me, how few there are to take nowadays.
I’m slowly getting used to this but still have the feeling occasionally, that something is missing. Hehe! I did take another Senna, to soften things up a bit, and try to avoid the bleeding from the rear end evacuations.
The sun seemed reluctant to put in an appearance this morning. But it did later on in the day/.
The INR nurse, the beautiful Polish gal, is calling today between 09:00 > 11:00hrs to take my blood sample. A sweet-natured helpful gal. I must remember to give her the Brunswick ham I got for her from Aldi yesterday, and the lemon wafers, to thank her for the assistance she has given me.
I got the computer on and made a start on this blog. Then began to update the Sunday Diary. I must remember to stop at 07:30hrs, to get the ablutions done and ready things for the nurses visit. I remembered too! Shame cause the hands etc. were being very good to me, and I had to stop typing. Oy Vey!
The ablutions went very well this morning. I took my time and was careful. All I got was a little cut shaving. No bleeding from Litte Inchy, the teeth/gums or Haemorrhoid Harold. A slightly puffed-up ‘Vainglory-Mode’ Adopted
Some more papsules, or whatever they are, had come up on the leg and feet. Another Flat 72 Mystery! Haha!
Oh, and yet another mystery, not so rare by any means, but I can only find one of the pair of long Balsa Socks. No, I got that wrong as well, Bamboo Socks! So I donned the shorter pair that I’d bought from Amazon.
Another Porcelain Throne evacuation was needed after I had just got dressed and was walking out of the wet room. Tsk! Back in the shower room again, and found that the Senna was still not being very productive! Humph! Still, the stink left behind was not as putrid as it has been. Haha!
I made a brew of tea and got back on updating this post. And the damned peripheral neuropathy inspired shaking and dancing began in earnest! The shoulder seemed much more affected than usual, the others, fingers, hands, legs and feet were in the normal: Knock-And-Annoy-Inchcock-Mode! The ‘Vainglory-Mode’ of earlier, changed to a sort of ‘Soddit-I’m-pissed-off-Mode! Hehe!
09:25hrs: While waiting for the nurse to arrive, I went on to update the TFZer Facebook photos.
The lady arrived, and we mad a quick chinwag as she took the blood for me. I saw her off and carried on with the TFZing for an hour or two. A long job catching up, but the fingers were easing off.
I should have got some graphics tops done, but the energy faded quickly for some reason. I don’t understand why, after all, I’d got up late for me, and had a decent sleep last night for a change?
I checked that I had put the Stroke appointment on the Google Calendar. I’ve to go to:
C-SKR2C Stroke Medicine, and see Dr S K Ragunathan, Outpatient Department, North Corridor. N5. Nottingham City Hospital. On Tuesday, 20th August 2019 at 11:15hrs. They need me to take with me: This letter. All glasses (Spectacles), and hearing aids. A list of all medications and dosages. And an up to date Mobile phone number. And, gave me an email address I must visit: WWW.nuh.nhs.uk/8-steps-to-safety/ Well, I had a look at it. And I got this:
Ah-well! It’s not unusual, as Tom Jones sang.
I set about getting some fodder sorted. A haddock in batter then added the fish cakes fifteen-minutes later, and another quarter an hour after I put in the sourdough baguette. Hope it turns out alright. I’m fading fast here, so tired and weary. Also puzzled as to why?
Getting the tray and meal served up, I was pleased with how it looked and took a photographicalisation of it.
Picking up the tray to put on the server-trolley, I managed to drop a fish finger and a fish cake, along with the cutlery, when the shakes came on. Saving a lot of it from falling as I caught the tray, I got food all over myself and the floor in the process. Some of it was hot! Tsk! It had got coldish by the time I dished the dropped fodder, and cleaned things and myself up and was ready to eat the meal. A disappointment, I’m sure it would have been close to a record Flavour Rating if it had still hot when I consumed it.
Still, it saved me eating so much. Giggle! A rating of 7.4/10 was given for it. I think I missed a treat here; damned peripheral neurosis! No, I meant neuropathy. Although looking up neurosis in the morning: (abnormality, hang-up, mental derangement, mental instability), I might have been right in the first place! Hehehe!
I started to watch some TV and was amazed when I lasted over an hour before nodding off. As I woke up, I was not sure if the door chimes had woken me up, that would be something. Or if I had just woken up while the chimes were ringing. Getting up I stubbed the little toe on the left foot, got the stick and hobble to open the door.
Realising too late, that I only had on a pair of socks! It was Josie, bless her.
She can’t grasp the idea of my going to bed early, and getting up early routine, yet. (As indeed, I can’t get used to Josies staying up late and sleeping in late either!) I hid behind the door and opened it just a few inches. Bless her, she had bought some potatoes and a pack of tomatoes for me. I red-facedly thanked her, profusley. Oh dearie me!
As I got back, I got the socks off and dived into the old recliner, but no sleep came. The humiliation of my opening the door almost in the raw bothered me. Then I noticed the legs had gone all warped and looked like they do sometimes when Arthur Itis or Colin Cramps are rampant. But, neither were giving me any bother at the time?
I found this photo on the card in the morning. And it was a mystery to me. What is was of though? Well, the arm, yes. I don’t think I intended to take this one! After a little studying of the picture, I think the left side is the leg, and right the arm?
If nothing else, the Axonotmesis, and Wee-weeing are giving me some variety in life! Haha! For the next wee-wee was of a far different mode again. It was an SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee).
The sweet Morphius inspired sleep still refused to come. Another disturbed sleep and lack of ability to nod-off! I tried the TV, but the brain doggedly resisted sleeping, as it usually would have done? So, I got the book to read. But again, no drooping eyelids, despite my feeling so drained. Peeing me-off this was! I had a go at the crossword book, but a total lack of concentration soon made me give that up. Now getting ridiculously late, I went back to viewing the TV… at last, I drifted off into blessed, heaven-sent sleep! No idea what time it was, but it was well into the morning… However, I managed three hours restful slumber, before waking in urgent need for the Porcelain Throne! Humph!