Wednesday 4th December 2019
22:45hrs: I woke with yet again, feelings of panic, fear, worrying and could not for life of me find out why? I looked around for any signs of nocturnal nibbling but found none. Then I noticed the mess the room was in; this made me feel worse. The confusion of appointments came to the fore.
Somehow the EQ knew something was amiss! It told me to check on the Calendar; something was so not right. I obeyed and nervously, got the computer on and investigated the week’s Google diary. And soon found the problems! Jenny reminded me of the visit and had asked the Window Cleaner to call early for me tomorrow. But it clashed, unfortunately, with the Podiatrist rearranged after last weeks appointment was cancelled. I thought I’ll just change the Iceland delivery time. Hah! ‘Just change the Iceland delivery time’! It took me over an hour and a half to get it done! I ended up going on a helpline to learn how to do it! Got it wrong twice! The third time I took it steady and copied the advice onto the notepad. I followed it to the letter!
Where it said “You will be taken to the Payment…! It didn’t. I’m not sure how I did it, but I got to the Payment log place in the end, and then checked on the emails again, to look for confirmation. At last! I got one! Worra time-consuming a palaver and pantomime that was!
I changed the Google Calendar. Now that looks more organised and neater, better planned. If only more folks understood and knew the farcical hassle, aggravation and time it had taken me!
Here I was; just gone midnight, shivering in my slippers and PPs, sat at a desk, wondering what had just happened and why? I bet this cock-up must have been on my mind while I was sleeping, it bothered me, and the EQ picked up on it and reminded me when I woke up? Illogicality is no problem for me. Harf-Harf! Going-Bonkers-Mode-Adopted! I wrote an email back to Jenny, thanking her for changing the timing for me with the window cleaner couple. Then realised the time, and prayed that any incoming email noise didn’t wake Jenny up! “Coy-Mode-Adopted!”
Well, time to get the nitty-gritty daily things done. I was hobbling very well this morning, no signs of any neuropathic medicine drop kettle dancing from the right leg, Arthur Itis was in a jolly good mood with me, and Duodenal Donald was giving me a most welcome break. Just Anne Gyna bothering me now, must you don’t like to complain does yer?
As I was limping into the kitchen, one of perhaps the most urgent demands for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised arrived! (Mind you, each urgent one seems the most pressing at the time, Haha!)
I clouted my shin against the door frame as I began to fear I might have an accident, and moved as fast as I could to get to the Throne, caution to the wind! Apart from it being a little messy and the extraordinarily large volume of the evacuated product, there was minimal bleeding or pain, it was all over quickly (I had to abandon the crossword book), and the closet mechanism coped well with the flushing procedure. I’m not used to things going so right? It worries me! Washed and cleaned all contact points.
The usual droning, wind-like annoying humming sounds seemed to be getting worse. But it could be that with me getting into a bit of a state with the appointment when I woke, I may not have noticed the sound earlier so much?
The Medicine Management member, Leoni is calling later this morning. I must get the blog updated as soon as possible, and get the hovel tidied up a bit and ablutions done before she comes. ‘Shame-Mode-Engaged’
I made a brew, and sod me, went to get the medications and found I’d again missed last nights doses – Again! Ay-yay-yay! Grumph, what a Shmo! I took the Warfarin and Zocor (Cholesterol-controller), with the morning doses. With having so few pains and hassle to bother with this morning, I avoided taking any Codeine 30g or Peptic medicine; they were unneeded, I’m glad to say. I can’t quote that very often. (Wait till later when I’m in agony, Hahaha!) I even left out rubbing in the Phorpain maximum strength 10% w/w Gel in the knees. Mind you, the Doctor tells me that it will be of no use to me, with my having Rheumatoid Arthur Itis, but she is happy for me to continue using it, as long as I rub it in well, massage the whole joint – doing that (massaging) might do some good, not the Gel. I asked her for a stronger gel, but she said this was the maximum strength allowed. Now you can see why I love Dr Vindla so much, her straight forward nature goes down so well with me.
I had a few moments of my latest medical issue; Hypometric Saccades (Rapid, ballistic movements of the eyes that abruptly change the point of fixation. They range in amplitude from the small movements made while reading, for example, to the much larger movements made while gazing around a room), bothering me, and this is not going to be good if it happens when I have Dizzy Dennis visiting at the same time! A nickname for this, might be Sadie Saccades, or Saccades Sadie? Any suggestions considered, I’ve not Christened this one yet. Haha!
The wee-wees were regular all of the same WSS (Weak-Short-Sprinkly) mode. I’ll use the above name for her; Saccades Sadie and the right side’s NFN (Neurotransmitterless Fingers Nigel) both visited a few times while I was doing the upgrading of the Tuesday blog. But not excessively so, I coped well enough. ‘Coped well enough’; It’s all foreign to me, this optimisticness! Haha!
I got the Inchcock Today finished, and sent off to WordPress, as the need for another Porcelain Throne session arose. Another rather sudden urgent one. Straight to the wet room, no banging and bruising of any body-parts this time on the way, but I very nearly sat on a particular little extremity as I plonked down on the seat. Phew, that was lucky – there I go again, using new scary, unfamiliar words! My pins (legs) were still a bit scattered with signs of deep vein arterial thrombosis, varicose and spider veins, superficial venous thrombosis (phlebitis), and iliac veins, not to mention the scar from the earlier attempt to remove the door frame with my shin, bruises, bulges, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples and maculations. But nothing out of the ordinary. Tee hee hee!
The evacuation went well, a little more bleeding, but I reckon it was from Harold’s haemorrhoids, so to be expected, especially with my clunking down on the seat so hard
I made another brew of Thompsons tea and had three biscuits with it. Some people might have called them cakes, but they’d be wrong! Back to the computerisationing, and sent photos to Pinterest. Then had a jolly good time on the TFZer Facebooking for over an hour. I enjoyed that! – ‘Enjoy?’ – There I go again! If I do croak-out today, at least it will be on a happy note. The absence of so many ailments’s hassling. Wee-weeing under control (It’s own mind). The Porcelain Throne evacuations were going so well. Appointment cock-ups corrected without any assistance. I’m hobbling around better than I have done for months, thanks to Rheumatoid Arthur Itis being so kind. I’ve avoided having Little Inchy squashed, and the bleeding is much less from front and rear. But no messages from my EQ about things? Nerve-racking and a precautionary warning perhaps?
I went on WordPress Reading next. Then to my beloved TFZer Facebooking. Next, I made a start working on today’s presentation. This, as you can see (Sorry) is along one indeed. But the brain would not stop working, it kept spewing forth ideas, thoughts, fears, worries and even had a semi-contended note to the thoughts! This can’t last, surely?
Off to get the ablutions sorted out. A goodish session, this time. The usual dropsies; The toothbrush, shaving foam, razor (4), the shower-head (But caught it – Smug-Mode-Engaged! And the carbolic soap. After a refreshing bout of conditioning, the sock-glide-battle was declared a draw! The legs were even looking betterer!
I then got the carpet hoovered and moved, so the lump wasn’t in it. I nearly tripped over it yesterday. I shifted the handwashing on the airers.
Then had a go at the kitchen floor, near the corner of the sink. I used disinfectant and some Flash, down on the knees, and was doing well with shifting the marks… The Colin Cramps started kicking off! And could I get back up off the knees?
Well, I did manage it in the end, and clouted my forehead against the sink housing! Then, Dizzy Dennis paid a visit, bless him! I gave up on bending down. I took the black bags to the waste chute and took the big recycling bag down to the caretaker’s room. Where Steve stopped me, and took the things off of me. I slipped him a can of something drinkable, in thanks.
Back up to the flat, praying I had not missed any callers. There were not any messages put through the door.
I started to empty the hoover for another bash at the carpet, and the intercom, flashed alight. It was Leoni from the Medicines Management Team. Bless her, the missing the evening medications was the primary concern. I asked if there was anything that would flash as a reminder, as opposed to ringing or buzzing? She accepted the idea and said she would find out and get back to me.
I explained the problem with the water tablets being in the blister packs when they are taken on an as-and-when needed basis. And the identification of between the beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate), Codeine 30g and the Water tablets (Furosemide) was difficult with them all looking similar. She phoned the chemist for me and arranged for them to be loose on future prescriptions – how kind of her.
I then asked her if she would ring the phlebotomy, and ask about when the nurse will be calling. She was told today, sometime. Fair enough, I’ll not go out then! I thanked her very much and off she went, reminding me that she will get back in touch with me when she sorts out the reminder alarm availability chances. Leoni had called before. She was a kind amiable lady, patient and read with quips and a ready smile!
I made a brew of tea, and got decoking, blowing the tubes through the hearing aids and changing the batteries. The neurotransmitter’s insensitivity kicked in, and I had a few picking up retrieving tasks to do. Amongst the dropsies were prodders, batteries, hearing aids, tubes and various tools! Each one proving harder to pick up than the previous one. Hahaha!
Then I got back to updating this post. Wondering what time the Phlebotomy nurse might arrive. I was beginning to get a little hungry now. Especially with knowing the unhealthily fatty, but delicious New Zealand lamb, mint, mushrooms and cheesy-potatoes were for dinner!
I got the mushrooms on the simmer, with a bit of lamb gravy and a splash of Sukang Puti extra-strong vinegar.
And the intercom lit up! It was the deliciously desirable, gorgeous, twinkling-eyed Polish Phlebotomy Nurse ♥ come to take my blood!
She had a chinwag while doing me (I wish! Hehehe!) She had a peep at the Inchcock Today and told me of a patient in another High Rise block, who had slipped in Lidl’s on Carlton Road, and broke her pelvis! She also said to me, that if ever she can’t get in and leaves a note through the door, this means she will be calling again, the following day, so now I know! Two wonderful women have now called on me! Lucky devil!
I got on with this blog while the lamb cooked. Then got the meal served up.
Another success for the old chap this one. Flavour rating of 8/10. I’d put far too much cheese in the potatoes than I had meant to, but it was good!
I washed the pots, then did the handwashing.
Had a Dizzy Dennis attack while I was in the kitchen (I think), blown if I’m sure what happened afterwards, but in the morning I found I had missed the evening medications again!