Day: 3 September 2019

Monday 2nd September 2019

Finnish: Maanantai 2 Syyskuuta 2019

01:20hrs: Awoken by I know not what, but I felt it must have been a noise of some kind. I had no alternative, but to escape the clutches of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat sitting, fitting new CCTC cameras, and searching for my valuables (He found and took them too!), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige recliner, and investigate the source of the noise. Back-Pain Betty was stiff, aching persistently and yet stinging at any touch? As soon as I moved my endomorphic, paunchy body, she started-off! The rear-bottom area was very sore and tender? Arthur Itis was in a bad mood, too! Not a good start to the day!

I had a hobble around, looking for anything that might have fell-over, collapsed, exploded, or shattered. You might’ve not believed it, but yet again I failed to find anything untoward, inappropriate or suspicious, that could show any reason for any noise. Was it caused by a dream or something from outside?

Come to think of it, what is white noise anyway? I looked it up on Mirriam Webster; A: a heterogeneous mixture of sound waves extending over a wide frequency range — compare pink noise. B: a constant background noise, especially one that drowns out other sounds. C a meaningless or distracting commotion, hubbub, or chatter. Oh! I got that wrong then! Tsk!

I tended to a wee-wee, on my walk around. The grey bucket was about a third full. So things must have started moving a bit, at last. The USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee, didn’t do much to add to the contents. I took the bucket to empty it, then tp clean and sanitise it. Then got the handwashing done and hung to start drying.

The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, suddenly and urgently. Off to the wet room. The naufrageous evacuation meant it was more of a messy affair this morning. (I’ll not go into any detail. Hehe!) Suffice to say, a lot of cleaning up had to be done. And, a fair bit of stinging and bleeding took place. The pins were not looking too bad today. Only the Arthur Itis ridden knees looked, warped, felt old, stiff and painful. Hehe!

A good wash and back to the kitchen. Where I was most displeased with myself when I found last night’s medications on the countertop! Oy Vey! Klutz! So, I took them with the morning doses but avoided any duplicating. Which is not easy, as the tiny tablets were confusing. The 30g Codeine, Beta-blockers and Furesomide pills, are all about the same size. But with the last blister-packs, the chemist is using a different supplier for the water tablets. I just see which are which! Pot-luck, really.

I could hear the bombulation sounding again, all around. In every room! A most annoying drone! Other tenants have said they can hear it, too. But without my hearing aids in, even I can have to harken to it this morning? Chrissie, thinks its something from the rooftop, some machinery or other? Most carking!

I went to make another brew of tea, to replace the one that had gone cold. The view from the thick-framed, light & view-blocking, unliked, new kitchen windows, with glass that cannot be reached to clean, was beautiful.

I used the suddenly redevised Lumix camera to take these shots. I may try using it, for taking photographs at the Winwood Court official opening this afternoon.

The phlebotomy nurse is due today. But I can’t find the INR Warfarin test result letter. I had a good hunt around and had to give up.

I made a start on updating the Sunday blog, when out-of-the-blue, a synapse twixt brain and memory came forth! Had I left it on the heater in the hallway and forgot about it? (As has often been the case, Humph!)

I went to investigate. And Glory be and hallelujah! The result sheet was on top of some empty jars on the radiator!

I had left them there so I wouldn’t forget to take them with me when I went out… oh, four or five ago now. Another failed plan! But I thought it was a good idea at the time. What a Shmegegge I am! Tsk!

I was somewhat rather pleased with myself, to the point of smugness. When I decided to use the scissors to cut open letter. Tim Price had suggested I keep the scissors in the knife block, cause I do keep losing them. Straight to the box, and got the cutters.

Despite the fingers CIDP affected interference, the bleeding was only slight. Haha! I even returned the domestic shears back the knife-block! Smug-Mode-Increasing!

Finally, I got the updating finished, and the post sent off to WordPress. I visited the WP Reader section next.

Jentacular distractions, and what to have to nibble came to mind.

A packet of cheese curls, two mini cakes, and a mug of tea seemed like a fair enough choice. So, that’s what I had.

But, guilt showed its ugly face, so I only ate half of each of the cakes. They just had to the parts where the strawberry jam and imitation cream were situated! Guilty-Mode-Adopted!

I watched some Gordon Ramsay clips on YouTube.

The got the ablutions were then tackled. I’m afraid with the fingers having a little sensation of touch or contact at the moment, meant I dropped more stuff than ever during this morning’s wash-shave & showering, and afterwards too! I think this list from memory is about right: Toothbrush x3, Toothpaste x1,  Olive oil squirt bottle x1, Aftershave bottle x1, Flannel x2, Soap x2, Showerhead x1, Body spray x1, Sock-Glide x1, Socks x5 (using the gripper, or trying to), and,  the Pro-Pain gel tube x2. During the Porcelain Throne session: The toilet roll x2, Toilet cleaner bottle and bleach bottle x1 each and the nasal Spray x2. Tsk! A record number, I reckon.

I got dressed and made up three bags for the waste chute to go on my way out. And two bags of recyclables and two empty jars for the green bin, to take down to the caretaker’s door on my way out. All prepared, I set off, black bags down the chute, then me down in the lift. To the caretaker’s gate, and jars in the bin left the yellow bags next to the door.

I walked along the front of the flats to the bus stop. Gawd, it was a cold wind, and without a hat on! Klutz! 

I got to the bus stop, Pennt and Herbert were there. We had a gossip, well Penny and I did. Welsh William arrived and joined in. He noticed I did not have a hat on, and hastily returned to his flat to get one for me to borrow until I buy another one. Now, that was kind of him. 

During his absence, Penny said something that triggered my mind and memory. The Blood Nurse is due today! William arrived and handed me the Andy Cap. I thanked him very much and explained that I was going to return to the flat to wait for the nurse. I hope she will arrive early, so I get to the Winwood Court Official Opening ceremony in time. The time-capsule burying and all that, you know!

I got in the apartment, feeling a tad flummoxed with myself. Made a brew, checked the Gorilla taped three-wheeler guide’s lid, it seemed to be holding. Then got this blog updated.

Time went by like a shot, and by 10:35hrs, the phlebotomy nurse had not arrived. I hope that the Sherrington Park Medical Practice staff had not forgotten to arrange for the nurse… Again! Oh dearie me, I’m feeling down!

I thought I’d give them a ring to confirm that they had not made it for Tuesday. I have told them about the 13-week After-Stroke session on Tuesdays starting tomorrow. Yes, I’ll give them a ring, I think. I hope I get a receptionist I can hear on the phone. Back in a bit…

1. I rang at 10:40hrs: Got a recorded message I could not understand, it might have been about the call being monitored? Then got the engaged signal when put through. I rang off.
2. I rang at 10:50hrs: Got a different (I think) shorter message, all our lines are busy, followed by something else undecipherable. I rang off.
3. I rang at 11:05hrs: Phone company Message “The number you called is busy” I’m getting more frustrated and rattled than ever now!
   
4. I rang at 11:15hrs: Phone company Message “The number you called is busy” I remain frustrated and rattled!
5. I rang again at 11:28hrs Phone company Message “The number you called is busy” I remain frustrated and rattled… and pee’d-off is joining.
6. I rang again at 11:45hrs. Got a recorded message I could not understand, it might have been about the call being monitored? The ringing tone was heard, then: All our lines are busy, followed by something else undecipherable. I rang off.
7. I rang again at 12:02hrs. Recorded Message, I’ve heard it that often, I am beginning to understand what she’s saying, better now. “No prescriptions over the phone… Call back after 10:00AM??? – Ringing tone… All our lines are currently bust… Grrr!
8. I rang again at 12:20hrs. ‘The number you have called is busy – please ring back!” Grubblestreaks!
9. I rang again at 12:32hrs. ‘The number you have called is busy – please ring back!” Double-Grubblestreaks!
10. I rang again at 12:40hrs. Engaged tone!
11. I rang again at 12:45hrs. Engaged tone! Gave up!

Had a drink of spring water, a wee-wee. Went on YouTube, and noticed the Tim Price owns property in Nottingham, in Goosegate! 

Coat and hat on, and made my way to the Winwood Court opening. Hope I don’t miss the nurse! But it looks like, if indeed they have arranged a nurse, she might be coming tomorrow! Stroke Meeting Day! And I cannot get to check with anyone! Shit!

I hobbled to the Opening Ceremony, the place was filled to the rafters! No one to help me out with my problems of course – they will be busy burying a time-capsule, patting themselves on the back, and smiling for the local newspaper cameraman!

I got the camera out, and realised I had taken the old Lumix with me by mistake! Pratt, idiot, Eizel, Tsooris-ridden Eizel! In the well-lit lounge-room, all I could get was dark shadowy photo’s, and my spirits-sank, all these unsolved problems, frustrations, annoyances, irritations, disappointments, resentments, aggravations and bitter-botherations were Coming to a head! And the thought of tomorrow being lost all day to one physio and pep meeting… How do I get the blood tests sorted out? Why am I so angry with things today? I took two terrible pictures and left for home.

I was in a sad state emotionally, even sorry for myself.

As I left, not a soul in sight, I meandered down the link-corridor with the new warden aided Extra-care Winwood flats on each side, I thought I’d try the green open push button on the door out to the seating benches, to see if they had been mended yet, that might cheer me up a bit if they have. They hadn’t!

If the green blob button does not work, and if it doesn’t, of course, I wonder if the Emergency Door Release would? Still, if it doesn’t, in the case of a fire and being trapped, I can always throw myself through the lovely new big windows… or die trying! Hahaha!

You’ll find all my few valuables at Brother-in-Law Pete’s house. Mind you, getting them off him is not going to be an easy job, he’s buried them in his cellar, CCTV and booby-traps all over the place! – I can’t even get em back! The parsimonious, philargyristic phenakism-expert him! But I like him. Hehe! 

Already my being in a right depressed and pissed-off, irritated, piqued and downhearted state, it did not help when collecting the three-wheeler guide, and finding that the lid was coming off again.

I do intend to call at the Disabled Equipment Shop near Woodthorpe Drive, to have a look to see if they have any unbroken ones, with brakes that work in stock. But, when I will get the time, is anyone’s guess. I’ll probably get too decrepit to get to the shop, and 95, or dead, by then! Especially if I still can’t get in touch with the Sherringham Park Medical Practice!

When I got back in the flat, I’d had a letter delivered, from the Sherringham Park Medical Practice! About my booking the flu jab. Can you believe it, they said: Please ring the Surgery AFTER 11:00hrs to make an appointment! Phwert and botherations! Sarcasm, disparagement and resentment boiled over inside of me!

They added the session is for flu vaccination only, the nurse will not be able to deal with any other treatment at the time of your appointment! I’ll try to get to the chemist and have my Flu shot taken there!

So, I still don’t know if any nurse is calling to take my blood or not, or if she is expected to call tomorrow, on the Stroke Physio Session Day. And would like to inform them of the same (What a dreamer!), and I can’t get through to the surgery anyway to find out, and there is no chance of getting an appointment with the magically none-existent surgery on the phone, and with other things… Oh, shut up your moaning Inchcock!  If I have to go to the nurse for the INR Warfarin blood test, it’s a shame I have to make two appointments on separate days! Not that I can make any at all at the moment! I am in an unwanted and bitterly cantankerous frame of mind, and it’s not doing my health any good. Duodenal Donald is kicking off now! Still, nothing for anyone to worry about… not that they would anyway, whatever happens.

Full of ersatz confidence, yet again, I rang the surgery at 15:00hrs. It went through the recorded waffle again’, the ring tone was heard, then, All out phone lines are busy – please ring back after 11 AM. Treble-Grubblestreaks! This is doing my head in!

Then, the door chimes rang. It was a Patch Manager who wanted to do a Fire condition check. Doing it while nearly evert tenant was at the Time-Capsule ceremony and Official Opening of Winwood Court??? I fear my temperament might have been a little short. But I declined, giving her a brief explanation of my current problems, and she obviously did not listen, cause she told me to ring Angela Gould Again I mention my deafness, and suggested Emails. Which she said she would get Angela to use, to make an appointment… Appointment suddenly, I hated the very sound and thought of that word!

I tried once more to call the Sherrington Park Medical Practice, on 0115 9858552, 402 Mansfield Road Nottingham NG5 2EJ. I thought it was only fair to give the full details, just in case anyone reads this, who might be looking to move their GP in Nottingham, they are warned!

“I rang and got a Phone company Message “The number you called is busy” I gave up trying, for it was time to worry about the 09:30hr APPOINTMENT in the morning, in the City Centre on Chaucer Street, with roughly a 13:00hrs finish. Getting there means getting a have-to-pay bus at around 08:30 hours, which means a none-shower ablution session, which is not good. After the Strokeability session, and if I’m not too tired or dead by then, I’ll try to get some shopping in, body permitting.

Then, to add insult to injury…

I am being tested further than I can cope with today! My limit is close to being reached. I decided to make a brew of tea and wait to see if it comes back on-line.

To remind me of my depression and frustration with life, even the sky looked gloomy!

Well-past my usual head-down time and no fodder sleep or hope seemed in the offing. Grumph!

The internet had come back on when I got back to the computer. I felt I had to continue with updating of this blog, as I cannot imagine me having much time to do a lot on it tomorrow.

Rattily, I gave up after a short while. And got some fodder organised, just chips, the last of the bacon, and the last tomatoes, thrown on a plate, with the last few slices of Milk Roll bread and some beetroot, Josie’s donated to me lemon dessert, and some bacon flavoured Asda (Walmart) chips. As annoyed and angst as I was with things, I enjoyed this meal. A flavour rating of 9/10!

Washed the pots, and retook another snap of the sky. It still looked threatening.

I got the handwashing done and hung to dry.

I got settled in the rickety recliner and put the TV on… I soon fell asleep and stayed like that for around six-hours uninterrupted (not a single wee-wee!) dream and nightmare filled) hours.

Woke up, panicking about getting things sorted for the first After-Stroke Session.