Wednesday 27th November 2019
Welsh: Dydd Mercher 27ain Tachwedd 2019
23:30hrs: I woke, and assessed the aches and pains that were rampant all over my weak old overweight torso and limbs. Even an enormous headache and toothache joined in the vexing ‘Let’s Annoy-Inchcock-Assault!’ I expected this might happen. (Well, not the toothache and headache) With whatever occurred at the After-Stroke Physio session, and the Victoria Centre yesterday. But it could have been worse I thought, it has in the past.
However, the evacuation was swift, not too messy, and no pain at all!, Got a wash-up, and off to get the kettle one and took the medications, with an extra Codeine 30g, to counter the tooth and headache.
I tackled the updating of the Monday blog. Got it all done in record time considering the photographs that needed to go on. Sent it to WordPress. Went on the WordPress Reader.
I got the ablutions tended to, as the Morrison delivery is due twixt 06:00>07:00hrs. One of least accident-prone ablution session for a long time. The dropsies were only two, no bleeding from Little Inchies lesion, I won the sock-glide struggle and no toe stubbing! Smug-Mode-Assumed!
The Phlebotomy nurse has not let me knew what time she is calling. So, I might be in all day again! Crabs and Grobblecrap! Will I ever have another decent day before I clock-out? Grrr!
I went on CorelDraw to do some advance graphicalisationing. I was doing reasonably well. Two hours later and: Crabs and Grobblecraps!
Well gone 13:00hrs, no one showed up yet. Stuck inside again. I started to mope over this week’s cock-ups:
- Mon: I had to go down to beg the ILC Deana to phone the Police for me about the Pegasus form, then sort the envelope out for me.
- And she phoned the Medication Mangement people for me, about a double-booking. Well looked after I was.
- Then I nipped out to post the police letter.
- Back to the flat, and I’d missed the Phlebotomy nurse, who according to the note called at 09:30hrs, and it was then 0934hrs, talk about bad luck! The letter said I have to ring the surgery for an appointment.
- So, after many attempts, I got through to them. I was told I had to go to the surgery for the blood test on Thursday at 11:40hrs.
- The phlebotomy team called later on and said they would make an appointment again and will come Wednesday (today). I asked if she knew what time, so I could make sure I was in. She said: ‘I’ve no idea, the nurse will ring you before coming’. She didn’t!
- Tuesday: Worra day. Got up and collapsed in a heap, landing entangled with the walking stick and swivel chair! Dizzy Dennis.
- Got soaked in the rain going to town. Nearly fell off the bus getting off.
- Had a Dizzy Dennis attack in Tesco.
- Then I found myself on the floor in the shopping mall as I was leaving, people all around me, and no idea how or what happened.
- Trod on a loose paving slab on Goldsmith Street, and got the foot and socks drenched!
- This made the After-Stroke session hard physically and mentally, and I have many blank spots about what happened in the Physio hall?
- Got up this morning, no nurse arrived. I was bewildered, had the tumble.
- Accifauxpa with losing grip and dropping the bowl of handwashing.
- The Morrison order gave unwanted substitutes, and the apples were all bruised.
- Morrison did not take off the Voucher for £10 saving.
- I rang the Phlebotomy to check that a nurse was coming, told she should be here by 13:00hrs, it is now 13:25hrs, no show.
- So, with the last INR reading of only 1.6. Point .01away from the Red level. Christ, that is so close to having to use the Anoxaprin injections, but what can I do?
- I then lost the internet again.
- A headache and toothaches have been with me all day.
- And I’ve just hit my knee of the sock glide when I went for a wee-wee!
- I’ve felt cold all day, although the thermometer reads 20°.
- Following on later: The nurse rang, she’s not coming today, but (supposedly anyway) in the morning, well not morning, twixt 10:30 to 12:30hrs. Crabs and Grobblecrap!
- I must remember Thursday’s much-rearranged arrangements: 08:30hrs: Podiatrist st Sherwood Health Centre – City Care. Leoni Mee has been Cancelled! Rearranged for Wed 4th @ 09:30>12:00hrs – Phlebotomy Nurse sometime after 10:30hrs.
Forgive me while I top myself… no, I’d better not! If I did some miraculous event would take place that was lucky for me; Hang on, how would I know anyway… if luck or even nothing going wrong took place, the shock of it would probably see me-off!
I need some help here. Depression and confusion are winning the battle for life, and my resilience is on the wane. I’ll try phoning the Doctors again… That was wishful thinking.
Had enough now, turned off the computer. Spat, swore and tried not let myself get angry at my hopeless, helpless situation.
Got the bags made up and to the waste chute, the made-up a recycling and glass bag and took them down to the caretaker’s room. I was actually angry now, with life’s tribulations increasing, and my ability to sort them, none-existent.
Taste-Rating 8/10, I’ll just have to hope the next Porcelain Throne visit isn’t too adventurous or runny. Haha!
This was the highlight of another frustrating day.
A short Ode to Inchies life!
How much, can one man take?
Before he finally does break?
Good lucks, unknown to him and fake,
He awaits the Earthquake’s arrival,
Not bothered about his survival,
Eating his out-of-date, burnt pigeon steak,
And spots coming down, a snowflake,
He’s losing his grip, for heaven’s sake!
So he has a mug of tea and a lemon-curd cake,
In his recliner, picking over life’s connotations,
And falls asleep, missing his medications,
Wakes up, needing a wee-wee, and having the shakes!
TTFN
That’s a lot of trouble for a no show. Crabs and Grobblecrap! is right. At least you got a decent meal.
It got me again yesterday, Tim, no doubt about it.
I long to put some good news on the blog, but… Tsk!
It’s snowing here, which is a heck of a note. You should get a good day in at some point.
Oh, dear! Not a lot I hope.
The good day is not today – I walked to the health centre for the Podiatrist attention. No one in the reception. Sat down until 0830hrs, tried again, girl was there, took my name and asked if I had an email or text telling me it was cancelled? I got the mobile (cell) out to look and the battery died! Tried again and just before it died again, I saw the text! I’d been at the surgery since 0800hrs, and it was timed at 0810hrs!
Boy, I’m pissed-off again, just got back with half the wet leaves for Woodthorpe Park on the wheels. Oh, ‘eck!
That is sorry. Cancellations are such a pain.
We have 6 inches of snow, and the power just came back on after being out for 8 hours. Since we turn the heat off at night, we have a lot of cold critters this morning. Since we have our own well, when there’s no power there’s no water. The kitties and I have been out playing in the snow since 7:00 AM.
Gotten Himmel, 6″ of snow! That’s a good dollop, Tim!
Eight hours without heat and water, Brrr!
I pictured you and the kitties in my mind, in the snow, and felt jealous. Haha! Lovely!
This reminded me of my treasures when it snowed, Cyril would bond about loving it, but Lady would become a house-only puss, until the snow had cleared.
Fingers crossed you don’t get any more, though. I had a look at your forecast (I hope I got it right)
https://weather.com/en-GB/weather/today/l/35.08,-106.65?par=google&temp=c