Friday 18th October 2019
Albanian: E Premte 18 Tetor 2019
02:25hrs: On waking, three ailments were playing me up, of immediate obviousness! Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna and the worst of them without a doubt, Rheumatoid Arthur Itis in both knees! The need for a visit to the Porcelain Throne forced me to extract my aching limbs and gross wobbly body from the recliner without any delay. Even getting the legs straightened was an uncomfortable exercise, standing up was even more hassling. Got my balance of sorts, the stick, and made my way slowly and gingerly to the wet room. The flamming knees were not liking this one bit, and they let me know in no uncertain terms!
As the session started, this time it was more resistant to evacuate, the sodding arm, shoulder and hand started off, beginning with one of the now-famous amongst NHS medical staff, involuntary Hitler salutes, which resulted in the back of my hand clouting the porcelain, and my saying something like, oh blimey, or fancy that! And, even getting back up off of the loo seat, was painful, the knees were in a right state this morning. But why, I’m not sure. Another mystery of life, in my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, hallucinations & secludedness rife! Ah, well, at least I avoided any toe-stubbing!
I limped with the new stick into the kitchen. Got the kettle on, moved the supposedly drying still very damp handwashing on the airers, took the medications and made the brew. Then I remembered last nights phone call about the INR results and doses. I checked on the notepad to make sure I’d taken the right Warfarin dose. Luckily more than by plan, I had! I thought I’d better get the dates for the next blood test, and the trip for the podiatrist’s treatment onto the Google calendar straight away. So, I did!
Got the computer booted up, only to find that, Buggermaquilt! Mr Fries Liberty-Global-Virgin-Media-Internet was about as fast as me – Far too slow!
This handicapped me further, not making much progress. Between the Peripheral neuralgia, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald and Mr Fries pathetic internet service, this was not a good start to the day! Although Anne Gyna did calm down considerably as the day went on. Duodenal Donald and the affected right-hand parts of my body, did not! Swine!
With the fingertips acting up and losing touch sense again, this took me some time get the calendar updated. And the tea went well-cold by the time I got to drink it! So, I made another brew and moved the handwashing about again. Took a photo of the morning sky view from the unwanted, disliked, light & view-blocking kitchen window.
Coming back in with tea freshly made tea… and guess what? The bloody fingers went all touch-sense-free on me, and I dropped the mug!
I suppose I should be glad it didn’t break, I guess! So, I made yet another mug of tea!
I did get the updating of the blog done, finally. But it took me hours and hours of writing and correcting, and was so frustrating. Posted it off. But the morning was getting to me now. The knees, the accidents, the Whoopsies, and now I need another Porcelain Throne visit. The legs looked a bit pale again. But it went well.
When I got back to the computer, I found this picture that I didn’t mean to take. Had to have a wee-wee, scarily an almost red colured MESWW (Marathon-Endless-Sprinkling) type. I’m just happy that the shot was not taken lower down. (Cackle-Titter!)
I had planned to go out today, but it is out of the question, with the pains, and it’s too late to go anyway now. I had a few reflective thoughts. If this agony, frustrations and so limited mobility are what I have to to look forward to; it made me feel a little sorry for myself. A damned good job it isn’t a Tuesday with the After-Stroke Physio to go to! Ah, well, must press on.
I decided to treat myself to some cheesy potatoes today, to cheer myself up. So I got one of the big potatoes in the saucepan, salted.
Then, hard to grasp why, but I needed yet another visit the Throne! I took the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) with me for emptying and freshening-up. The evacuation was a little more substantial, and a smidge of bleeding on the toilet roll when used. By now, I was prepared for anything to happen. Oy Yey!
Washed things, and freshened myself up, changed into new PPs and thought about making another brew, but decided there was no point. I’d only let it get cold, drop it, or choke on it. Me? Feeling depressed and down, no!
Back to the kitchen, and the water from the saucepan with the saucepan had over-splashed and left me with a fine mess to clean up! Can things go on being so messy and frustrating any further, I thought? But the EQ told me they could. Humph!
I cleaned up the mess and spotted a rarity in the house opposite that is having a lot of work done, additions, extensions, and having the roofing done. Workmen! Haha!
Somehow, I found the spirit, bother or determination to make a start on this blog. But pissed-offedness and fatigue were coming over me, now. And I just had to stop and sit down. The knees were still bothering me, but Anne Gyna had given up annoying me, and Duodenal Donald was easing off nicely. So things might be getting betterer – or not!
I got the nosh prepared and got sat down to eat it. And the landline burst into ringing and flashing. (How come, whenever I get around to eating, someone phones me. No matter what time I have the meal, 13:00hrs, 16:00hrs or even 20:00hrs? However, this time, it didn’t bother me after I discovered it was the incredibly beautiful phlebotomy nurse calling! She was confirming that she would be attending Monday twixt 10:00>12:00hrs. I thanked her kindly and returned to the meal. Which had grown a little colder now. Haha!
Five minutes later, the landline burst forth again! It was After-Stroke Physio care gentleman. He was asking about how I was going with the new multi-pronged walking stick. I told him the truth, that I was struggling a bit with it, and was still uncertain. He mentioned a new narrower walking-frame might be the answer. Blimey, a walking-frame! It hit home then, how my mobility had actually deteriorated. I was in a semi-daze at the thought of a Zimmer-Frame, and can’t recall what was decided. I did thank him for his efforts before he rang off, I’m sure.
I threw away what was left of the now too cold dinner away, and got the pots washed.
I settled down and put on a DVD, Die Hard 4. But in between nodding-off and rewinding the film many times, interspersed with thoughts of using a walking frame, I nodded-off properly, and had a dream, no, a nightmare. From which I sprang awake, and spent many hours nodding-off, waking-up, rewinding the DVD, Nodding-off, waking-up…