Thursday 3rd October 2019

Slovak: Štvrtok 3 Októbra 2019

01:30hrs: I almost literally sprang awake. I was out of the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, and having a CMOUSTSTBOWV (Catching-Me-Out-Unwilling-Slow-To-Start-Then-Blasting-Out-With-Venom) in the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket).

Like an automaton, I limped into the kitchen and moved the handwashing on the airer.

I took the medications, and made a brew, dropping the milk carton as I used it. No hassle? I simply got it cleaned up, even Arthur Itis wasn’t too bothered about the bending of the knees? Worrying, that was!

I took the reworked mug of tea with me to the computer, and noticed that the Shake Fire Alarm was Activating! Thus, I had a check around, and there were no sounds or signs of a fire alarm anywhere else? Mmm? I had turned up the heater in the kitchen to help dry the handwashing quicker, from 22°c to 24°c last night? Haha!

The belated mind-blast of worries, fears, self-disgust, and nervous thoughts began as I sat down at the computer. Nurse Etienne is arriving today to do my blood sampling. Must try again to see Josie with her strawberries and cream cake treats. Phone Sister Jane and Pete. Get the… thankfully, the stream of problems, tasks, etc. was interrupted here – by another need of the GPEB. It was of a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode this time.

I got on CorelDraw and made the ‘Day’ graphic above. Virus Appreciation Day? Never heard of that one before. There were plenty of dedicated days to pick from that were on for today, including Techies Day, Boyfriend Day, and Bring Your Bible to School Day. Then added the Brexit Fun header, and Thought.

I then got on with the mammoth job of updating yesterday’s blog. Somewhat rebarbatively interspersed with five trips to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), for wee-wees, all of the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) variety! Oofta! It was a big job, due to the peripheral neuralgia affected fingertips failing to inform the brain when they contacted anything hard. Oops, I meant to write peripheral neuropathy affected fingers. Out of interest, I just looked up peripheral neuralgia on Google. I could only find neuralgia without the Peripheral bit.

• In general, neuralgia causes intense and distinct symptoms, including:
• Sudden episodes of extreme shooting or stabbing pain that follows the path of a damaged or irritated nerve.
• Persistent aching or burning pain.
• Tingling or numbness.
• Muscle weakness.
• Loss of muscle mass, or atrophy.
• Involuntary muscle twitching or cramping.
• The area may be excruciatingly sensitive to touch, and any pressure is felt as pain.
• The pain can be sharp or burning, depending on the affected nerve.
• The affected area is still partly-functional.
• The muscles may spasm.
• Falls possible.

So, whichever I use, the symptoms are similar and match many of mine, even if I used both!

Then on the WordPress Reader. Finally, I got around to starting this blog off properly, with written details. I went to make another mug of the lip-smackingly tasty Glengettie Gold tea, and took these pictures, from the unwanted, dirty, uncleanable, thick-framed, light & view-blocking new windows. I put the selector on the Canon to ‘P’ and took the shot, then changed to Auto photographed roughly the same area. What a difference!

I’m told that the ‘P’ is for preselected settings for Auto. So the factory settings must be for a little broader and somehow more detailed? Me changing parameters with the tiny buttons and nerveless fingers is too dodgy for me to try. And the booklet is printed so small, even with the reading glasses on is impossible to understand. Of course, my lack of knowledge and skills in anything remotely technical is well known. Harupmf!

I got as far as here and went on to start creating some more graphics and Thoughts, as I had run out of the ones I had made-up. So, on to CorelDraw. I did an hour, but unfortunately, Mr Fries company he gets all that money for running was very slow.

So, I got the ablutions sorted out. I put some drain unblocker down the sin hole, as I was getting ready to start, to allow it to hopefully free any blockages.

The shaving went well enough, as did the teggie cleaning. The shower was trouble-free, and only one dropsie, the soap.

 The legs looked a lot betterer this morning. Apart from the knees. The spots, lumps, blotches, blemishes, blood papsules, and spider-veins all seemed a lot less vivid. The stubbed toe even seemed to be less painful.

Then it came to using the sock-glide; I’m not sure how or why they used the word ‘glide’ as being appropriate? Haha! Sock-Destroyer might be apter!

Oh, by the way, the shaving produced nil, nolla, zéro, null, nulo, no cuts! Head Swaggers from side-to-side, and a nonchalant semi-smile spreads over the face! Haha!

I got dressed, although I’m not going out, it’s going to be a catch-up day on the graphics for me. I am hoping to catch Josie in with her nibbles, and the phlebotomy nurse is calling in a bit to take my blood sample. I put a large potato in the new saucepan, it’s not the biggest, but it is the deepest I own. I must treat myself to a deeper one.

All presentable-ish looking, I got the nibbles and called at Josie’s door. All of three paces from mine. I was lucky enough to catch her in, she was just getting ready to go out with her Sister. Josie and I had a chinwag for a few moments. They are going to the East Bridgford Garden Centre, the same one that Sister Jane and Pete go to. Usually for them to have a coffee and stock-up with the individual sugar sachets and milk cartons from the cafe’s tables. So, you can see that I haven’t a cat in hell’s chance of getting my valuables back that Pete nicked while flat-sitting (well it saves him on heating) when I was in the Stroke Ward Hehehe! 

Back on the computer to update this and get back to the graphicalisationing work.

I could hear the drilling close by, the fire-sprinkler fitters. And there seemed a very faint noise at the same time, like a bubbling sound. I foolishly ignored it and carried on computing for a while. But when a break in the drilling noise came, I could still hear it.

I investigate in the kitchen, where now, without the noise of the drilling, I could hear it was coming from. Oh, heck! I’d left the saucepan on too high a setting, and it was boiling over!

I managed to burn a finger as I banally wiped up the water with a kitchen towel. And then cut it in the same place as I cleaned the edge of the saucepan! (What a putz! Oy gevalt!). I cleaned up the mess and waited until the ring had cooled and left it on a low setting.

The drilling started off again. I wonder when it will be my turn to suffer the worker’s visit?

10:50hrs: Back to CorelDrawing, I won’t get much done, the nurse is due anytime now.

11:00hrs: Jenny called me, she’d had a word with the window cleaner chap, and he is on is way up to see me! Yahoo!

11:20hrs: The blood nurse arrived. Heart-Rate-Increases! She kindly sorted me out while offering some chit-chat at the same time, and departed. Heart-Rate-Decreases!

Back to CorelDrawing.

12:20hrs: The window cleaner arrived with his better half. (Thanks to Jenny!) Nice friendly couple. Got on with sorting out and cleaning the windows for me, in no time! They even had a chinwag with me while doing it. He also tried to tighten the new trolley handlebars for me, and the chap opened the pickle jar for me! Great service!

Back to CorelDrawing.

13:09hrs: Mail delivered. From Nottingham City Homes. Confirming repairs to the crumbling balcony roof, for 13:00 to 18:00hrs on Friday 11th October. Which is a little late in the day for me.

13:20 hrs. Jenny booked it for me. I went down to Jenny and Franks flat, to ask if she could schedule it earlier for me, please. I do feel a pest to keep bothering Jenny.

 13:45hrs: Jenny kindly said she would arrange it for me and post the letter back to me.

Made a start on cooking the meal.

13:55hrs. I found a note from Jenny, saying she had booked it for Wednesday 16th October. 09:30 > 14:39hrs. I finished booking I was doing. I sent an Email thanking Jen.

14:20: I was feeling all-in now. I had to stop doing the graphics and computer word. Suddenly drained of energy.

I got the handwashing done and changed into my nightwear.

Took the medications and got the meal sorted out. A worthy 8/10 flavour-rating for this mix of boiled sliced spuds, garden peas, sugar snap peas, cooked beef slices, tomatoes and mushrooms. Some Bulls-Eye BBQ sauce, and a Cox orange pippin! The Limoncello dessert, I dropped when the finger-ends lost contact again.

Sadly it fell into the waste bin and split open!

I got my head down, and it soon became apparent that sleep would not come readily again. From nowhere, Colin Cramps kicked off! Toes, ankles, legs, fingers, wrist, arm; you name it, it suffered! Gnash! In little breaks of CC’s attacks, I would nod-off, but only for a minute or two, and be woken again with the most vicious attack of cramps I’ve ever had! This repeated itself, over and over for hours!

To make things more harrying, the demand for wee-wees meant I had to keep getting up to utilise the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) so many times. Each one of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode. 

At some time or other, I remember not when I must have taken this shakey photograph. After seeing it on the SD card, memories flooded back. I was having the worst of the spells, and the toes and foot were in agony! But why I took it I don’t know.

Sleep never came proper, to I always seemed to up and using the bucket! Thinking about it, maybe the confusion over the tablets had caused me to take a Furesomide in error. With the medications being in the blister-packs now, there are three that look almost the same. The beta-blocker, the 30g Codeine and the Furesomide water tablet. The latter sometimes not being wanted, I have to remove it and might have taken way the wrong one. They all look so much alike in colour, shape and size. I hope I didn’t miss the beta-blocker!

I gave up trying to sleep and rose at 01:00hrs… for another wee-wee of course! And stayed up. Oy gevalt!