23:00hrs: I stirred into ersatz life, almost semi-automatically detached my lumbering, rubbery, flobby-body from the £300 second-hand rusty, rickety-recliner. Up onto my feet, grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, and made my way for a wee-wee, stubbing my toe against the Ottoman, dropped the four-pronged walking stick and knocked over the spring water bottle!
The none-urgent wee-weeing had to wait, while I cleared up the mess I’d made. Miraculously, the ailments were mostly being kind to me this morning, apart from the Peripheral Neuralgia, of course, that will never improve, and slowly as the day went on, Arthur Itis got steadily worse. Nae bothers, from Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Duodenal Donald, Hernia Henry, Back-Pain-Brenda, Dizzy Dennis, any Eye-Zipping-Zelda (Saccades), headaches or Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing. As I made my way to the wee-wee hut, I felt a little strange, not ill, sick or depressed, just peculiar, I suppose.
The weeing was of the MES (Marathon-Endless-Sprinkling) variety, then I needed to use the Porcelain Throne. So I had time for a good thinking session. I decided that the recent change in my fortunes, not having anywhere near so many cock-ups and calamities yesterday, must have confused my brain? It’s just not used to anything going right and lack of pains, you know! Hehehe! It can’t last! And also, besides and as well, (LIFL) Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was not bleeding! I can’t claim the same for Harold’s Haemorrhoids though, but not a lot.
So, I made a brew, took the medications and made an early start on making up some graphics. I’m afraid the optimism of an hour ago, had diminished! The failing neurotransmitter from finger-tips to brain got worse. So, it became too much of a hassle to keep on CorelDrawing. I began the updating of Friday’s post. Which took me hours to get done. But with blind-faith, dedicated stupidity, several mugs of tea, and even more wee-wees, All of the MES) type, I got it finished and sent off to WordPress.
I made another mug of tea and had an MES wee-wee. I took two pictures from the unwanted, unliked, unsafe, impossible to clean, thick-framed, light and view-blocking new kitchen window. Of roughly the same view. The one on the left in Night Landscape, the right one, in Aperture Priority mode. Which do you think is the best. please? I’d like to get the best out of this Nikon camera. The Canon, even with Tim’s help from New Mexico, I can’t cope with all the things you have to go through to change anything, too complicated for a docile, uneducated old thing like me! Hehe!
I made a start on this post. Got as far as here, and found a photo that I had forgotten to use yesterday. When I was going for the bus home from town, I came across a crowd of anti-capitalist protesters, on King Street.
No mention of them nearly knocking me over when they rushed up the road, I see! Tsk!
I went on TFZer Facebooking. Then had to get back and try the graphicationalisationing again on CorelDraw. Hours later, I’d 2×3 done, suffice for just three posts. In between correcting and amending the work, several mugs of tea, and three MES type wee-wee visits. The fog us coming down a little thicker now. I tried to continue with the graphicalisationing, but the finger-ends damaged Polyneuropathy nerves and Clopidogrel, were just to bad to carry on. I was disappointed and cheesed-off with this. I fear the end to graphicationalisationing might be close, now.
Then, as I considered doing the handwashing, Dizzy Dennis had ago at me. I saw that the Nottingham City Homes supplied monitor was indicating that the Humidity was a fair bit under the green zone. Not that I can remember what someone told me about what it meant. I am thick and blessed with a bad memory!
Then I spotted that the mist had grown a little thicker, too.
Arthur Itis was till unhappy with me, and Dizzy Dennis had another bash too. This is not good. But I have to try to get at least tomorrow’s template done. Here goes, I’ll give it a bash again, hello, the headache has started again now. Grumph!
I may have been computing for too long. But I love doing the blog and graphics. I heard a noise like something falling, so had to investigate the cause, for fear that it might be something dangerous. After scrutinising, I found it was some mail coming through the letterbox. Two junk mail, and a letter from the Sherwood Health Clinic, advising me they had rearranged the appointment they cancelled last Thursday and gave one for next Thursday the 5th at 08:50hrs. Fair enough!
The headache was getting worse, so I nipped into the kitchen, and took an extra Codeine 30g, cause the head was suffering.
I opened the unwanted, thick-framed, light and view-blocking kitchen window, and took a picture of the now very thick fog!
Another attack from Dizzy Dennis. They were not massive ones, but annoying, and I only thought I might go over, once. So copeable with, but niggling.
I decided that the handwashing and CorelDrawing will have to wait, or just be left undone! I was struggling even with just typing now, thought it was a good idea to get the meal sorted while I could. I was not in a good state, but have been worse, and things can change. Typing is out of the question just now. The nerve-ends and Dizzies put paid to that. I see how things go. Must take care when handling the hot stuff when cooking.
I struggled to stay awake when eating my dinner. Taste rating of 8.6/10. All eaten, then pots washed, and down to watch a DVD film, another good oldie, and goodie-winning, ‘Last Stand’ Watched the first five minutes or so, and drifted off to sleep. Woke for the last few minutes of the movie.
23:10hrs: I stirred with the mind-blasting fretting, worrying, fearing thoughts rampant in my grey-cells box in my head! I lay there, midst the mess from the nocturnal nibbling all around me, feeling a sad figure and with my spirits lamentably low, my responses to the worries were one of simple acceptance, Que será, será?
Eventually, the brain got around to considering the day’s needs. The Anticoagulation-Thrombophlebitis Team Member is calling today, well, with how things have gone lately, I should say, might, be calling to see me! My EQ, who was spot on in warning me of the upcoming Health Clinic Farce yesterday, hinted on problems with this visit?
Then, out of the blue, and urgently, I had to remove my grotesque, wobbly-bellied body-mass from the second-hand recliner, and hasten to the Porcelain Throne. And what a change this session turned out to be! I was soon settled on the seat, awaiting the usual burst of activity at the innards own timing, and got just pain, blocked, but I could feel the warm liquid flowing, but nothing substantial. So, out came the crossword book, the pain eased, but nothing moved. I was well into the crosswording and having some success for once, and suddenly and unpremeditatedly, a mass of evacuation material escaped, with a splosh, that sounded like a torpedo hitting the water, I felt the splash! This pain also brought forth a sigh relief; a sort of “Ahahahaaa!” An involuntary smile followed.
A few seconds to recover from the shock, and then things had to be checked over and medicated. There was no mess, but I had the splashed water over my bum, no bleeding from Harold Haemorrhoid’s, not even the usual aroma of putridness? Little Inchies fungal lesion was barely bleeding at all, just specks. Then an operation clean-up was activated, during which, oddly, a wee-wee was needed. Another shock, although not a bad one – the old Hosepipe-like jet-propelled longish effort, that has not been had for ages, was almost enjoyed. By gum, my bladder and innards can be so entertaining! Haha!
All refreshed and cleaned-up, and off to the kitchen. Where I found that I had missed the evening medication taking, Tsk! Then I realised I had not done the handwashing either! I was a little disappointed in myself, but still happy, well, content, with the much improved Porcelain Throne session. “Little things please little minds!” Then while getting the sterilised out of the fridge, the Polyneuropathy finger-ends caused me to drop the milk bottle! Quick as a flash, the left hand grabbed the bottle to prevent it from falling on the floor! I have to admit to a spot of smugness over this and thought how clever I was. The top of the bottle had been dropped, of course. If I ever find it, I’ll pick it up. Hehe!
I took the medications, both the P.M. & A.M. doses, less the water-tablet. Had a guzzle of the ineffectual Peptac antacid, put the olive oil in the ear-holes, put the eye drops in and passed wind. Which oddly enough, seemed to make me want another wee-wee? Which turned out to be of the HDTBS (Heavy-Duty-Torrential-But-Short) style. I wondered if this new easier style of wee-weeing and the sudden Struggle-Wait-Thunderdrop Porcelain Throne modes, had been brought on in some way, by last night’s Roast Vegetable Risotto? Just a thought!
I made the brew at last and got on the computer to update the Thursday post. Phew! Worra time that took! The finger-ends are playing up something awful this morning, I’ve surely spent more time correcting than typing! I very nearly dropped the mug when I made a cuppa but did spill most of the tea on me, the floor and the counter! Then knocked my elbow (Funny-bone – Huh!), as I got back up after clearing the mess! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
I got carried away doing the TFZer Facebooking and spent far too long on it, so I had to stop myself, so I could at least get a few CorelDraw graphics made up.
An email from the Sherringham Park Medical Practice had arrived, with the results of the Angel-of-desire’s Warfarin blood test. The level had gone for, 1.6, to 4.8! It’s a shame about the nurse and surgery getting confused, not arriving, and not turning up until four days later. This could have identified the problem earlier and saved my going through worrying why I was feeling so cold; while tenants around me said how much warmer, it was. The thin blood means an increased risk of unstoppable bleeding, and it doesn’t half make me feel cold! The best part of the message was their assurance that a phlebotomy Angel will be arranged for me. Mind you, it was arranged last week, and they didn’t turn up! Worra life! If I’d known what I was going to go through in my old age, I might have done more bungee-jumping. Hehe!
Went for a wee-wee (which was back to the INHBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Trickling) style? And carefully made another brew.
Got the handwashing done, wrung and hung. Then did the ablutions. Which had no shaving or toothbrushing cuts! No toe stubbing! But, oh, so many of the dropsies. Toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving foam can, razors (5), flannel, carbolic soap, shower head, towel, socks, Germoloid tube and as parting dropsy, the shower chair when I was returning it after wiping! However, it missed my body completely! Worrying this, not usual at all! The pins seemed to be getting some new Clopidogrel markings, but the Deep Vein Thrombosis bulges were almost non-existent today? Might have something to do with the Warfarin INR being so high, maybe, perhaps?
Ablutions all done, chair back in, taps, heater and light all checked, I turned and gave the shoulder a-right good clout as it came into contact with the door frame! I was amazed at how much it hurt. I believe I may have silently muttered something along the lines of ‘Well, flipping ‘eck’, or similar. Haha!
I got all well and warmly wrapped up and went down to the ILC Wardens holding-cell office. No one in, so I nipped up in the lift to Winwood Court’s rooftop and took some Al Fresco photographs. I had to take care that the three-wheel walker didn’t skid off on its own accord on the frost and ice, or I slipped over, but all went okay. (Something else to fret over! Hahaha!) I didn’t stay out there long. The blocked drains and overflowing water looked almost pretty with cracked frozen, cracked water pattern.
I sat in the big Winwood Social area room and had a go at the crosswords. And did well with them. Getting answers that I was going back to try yet again, for at least four clues. Smug-Mose-Adopted! Then I went out to the bus stop, where a ganglet of residents were chatting away, Mary, Penny, Chrissie, Malcolm and Louie, who looked a lot better today and was moving easier, bless him. I harkened to the gossiping, snidery, moaning and jollity being bandied about. Mary was not feeling very well, I’ll nip down this weekend to see how she is going. Mounted the bus, in the side-saddle-seat and got the crossword book out. I got two more previously tried answers en route to town, which was not too easy, cause of the constant fighting to keep in the seat when the bus cornered or braked.
I had one of my the shortest ever hobbles in town.
I got off on Parliament Street and had a chinwag with Mary. She still looked poorly to me, not her usual gossipy self.
We parted, and I went into the Wilko store, to get myself a new kettle. I took a while perusing the kettles on offer. I found one that seemed perfect, apart from the price. It was thin enough to fit into the space my current broken one used, sturdy-looking, no fancy bits of metal or plastic stuck on it, dark brown, and I chose it. Added to the fabric conditioner and Ylan & Freesia scented washer and joined the queue at the tills. Worth mentioning at this point, that I’d had no visits from Dizzy Dennis at all! When my turn came, I was embarrassed to find I’d left the cash-card at the flat! So had to hand-back the kettle. There are times when the realisation of one’s infallibility, becomes an accepted factualism! This was such a time! Humph!
I paid in cash for the cleaning things, and departed, going into the Poundland Shop. Where I again suffered no dizzy-spells! I came out with a bottle of liquid soap powder, Bright-Burst freshener, and some Lavender Dettol. I paid without any hassle, apart from the tutting and groaning of those behind waiting. It did take me a while. The ailing neurotransmitter sensory nerves caused problems with my gripping anything. The things I dropped, were hastily picked up an placed on the shelf by a tutting assistant. Oh, dearie me!
I got out of the shop and did the ultra-mini hobble to and down Clumber Street, along Long Row, and up to King Street to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street. Taking some photographicalisations on the way.
I had about fifteen minutes before the bus arrived, and Louie came a few seconds later. I thought I’d got a good photo of him, but I make a mess of it and got him looking away from me. Tsk! We had a few natters that we could not fully enjoy; when the time crept beyond the five minutes past the hour, which the L9 was due. It was nearly twenty-passed when the bus did come.
We got on, and with me in a side-saddle seat, I could not talk with Louie en route. The keeping oneself seated, was even more difficult this time, as the bus driver was trying to catch-up on his time-table, and threw the bus around like a dodgem car. I had more aches and bruises to contend with. Haha!
We got back to the flats, struggled with the new bruise on the leg making movement awkward, and went with Lousie to his Winchester Court lobby, and I opened the door for him. We parted, wishing the lad all the best, and I took the link-passage to Winwood Court. In the lobby, I met Angela and Roy, handed them some nibbles and had a little chinwag. We all started to move along the link-passage to Woodthorpe Court, but Angie and Roy left in their wake. By the time I was half-way along the corridor, they were exiting the swipe door at the other end! A grand-couple, Angie and Roy.
I got in the apartment, had a wee-wee, that proved to be another of the PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) style. I don’t think the high INR level should affect my passings, should it?
I received a landline phone call. It was my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete. (Who damaged my recliner while sleeping in it, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later)
He was updating me about his Pet Scan results. I’m afraid they were inconclusive. They do not know what the black spot is. So, the lad is going to have a Pelvis bone scrape! (Memories of mine came back, and I swear I could feel the soreness again afterwards! Haha!) His biopsy will take place on December 10th! All my best wishes, mate, it’s horrible, not knowing! Fingers crossed for him.
I got the nosh prepared and served up. A salad of sorts. Tomato and chicken slices sarnies, sliced apple, chips (fries), beetroot, garden peas, mini-sausages and pork pie meat. Potato biscuits add lemon mousse as an aside. I ate all the lot of it. Leaving only a few crumbs on the plate. Super! Taste-Rating: 8.5/10!
Wash the pots, and got out an old DVD to view, ‘Seven’. But, I kept on nodding off, waking, looking out at the rain, falling asleep again, waking passing wind, nodding… well, you get the idea. I went off for an extended period, and shot awake around 11:00hrs, the noise of the humming drowning noise all around the building, was horrendous! It drove me to distraction!
I got up for a wee-wee, stubbed my toe, dropped the four-pronged walking stick and knocked over the spring water bottle!
So, I made an early start on making up some graphics.
This week’s Whoopsiedangleploperisationing!
Monday: 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.
I forgot to mention the leaking tap in the kitchen sink. Grumph!
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! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
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. Crabs and Grobblecrap!
Trod on a loose paving slab on Goldsmith Street, and got the foot and socks drenched! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
This made the After-Stroke session hard physically and mentally, and I have many blank spots about what happened in the Physio hall? Crabs and Grobblecrap!
Got up this morning, no nurse arrived. I was bewildered, had the tumble.
Wednesday: 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. Crabs and Grobblecrap!
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.
Thursday: As I fought my way out of the chair and grabbed the walking stick, the thoughts of the correctional needs that had to be done came into my feeble, yet tortured mind. It was hell!
Off to the Sherwood Health Centre Podiatrist. Fought through the wet leaves, mud, and rain and got there for 08:00hrs. No one on reception. Saw nurse, who said sit in the waiting room, someone should fetch you, so I did.
At 08:30hrs, I went to see the receptionist; who asked me if had received an email or text, telling me it had been cancelled? Crabs and Grobblecrap! I found the text, which had been sent at… 08:10hrs! So I was stood at the reception when it was sent! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
I thanked her with a sideways smirk and left to hobble back to the flat.
I ended up at the flat with half of the leaves and mud from Woodthorpe Grange Park on the trolley wheels and my shoes. Which took me near enough an hour to clean off before I dare go inside the building! Crabs and Grobblecrap!
Friday: Ablutionalisationing cracked shoulder on the door.
Dropped my mug of tea,
Leaving the wet room, I turned and gave my shoulder a right good crack on the door frame! Yeeks!
Stubbed my toe, fell over the walking stick and knocked over the spring water bottle!
I went into the Wilko store to get myself a new kettle. When I got to the checkout, I didn’t have the card with me! So I had to leave the kettle. I did feel a clot!