Inchcock Today – Wed 18 Dec 2019: Thought a mini-marathon hobble would do me good today. It didn’t!

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Wednesday 18th December 2019

Hawaiian: Poakolu 18 lā Dekemaba 2019

01Dec 18

WD 0.0.5 23:45hrs: I stirred into a sort of counterfeit-life, with a fatty, greasy taste and smell lining my mouth, from the none-ordered Iceland pork that was desperately short on lean meat, but was plentiful in fat! And it had upset Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger overnight, who were both giving me some stick. Thank you, sarcastically, Iceland!

I rose out of the £300, second-hand, sickeningly beige-coloured, c1968, damaged rickety, none-working recliner. The one that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete destroyed, 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. And off for a wee-wee. Which was of a different style this time, the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived). It might be due to the shock to the bladder of having all that Iceland fat thrown into it? Haha!

3Wed001I took a photographicalisation from the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking kitchen window, of the morning view, it looked a little misty out there.

I had to have another BOBSL wee-wee. Hello, I thought, did I take a water tablet by mistake last night?

I took the morning medication doses, made the brew of Thompsons tea, and blow me down with a feather duster, needed another BOBSL wee-wee! Mmm, what’s going on here?

3Wed01fWD 0.0.5 When I got back, I noticed this morning’s Furesomide (Water Tablet), was produced by another manufacturer, it was a different shape, well, thicker. This could be why I took out another tablet by mistake and left that one in last night. The idea was to remove the as-and-when needed, Furesomide, which I would not have to struggle with, had the chemist done what he said he would to the Medicine Management Nurse, and not put them in the blister-pack! I’ve no idea which I removed. There are three almost identical tablets with the others in the blister; Bisopropalol, Furesomide and Codeine 30g. If I threw away the beta-blocker, I could be in trouble later.

Not that I want to get my revenge on the lying chemist at all. (Carrington Pharmacy, Mansfield Road, Carrington) But, should I croak out suddenly. I’d like for Clive and Gary to pay the man a visit for me, and make sure he regrets treating me so uncaringly. Thanks, lads. (Cash hidden in the usual place near the waste skips at the end of the garages, help yourself!)

WD 0.0.5 I went into the computer room and booted her up. Something wasn’t right. Some flashing as she started, but all seemed well enough when I began using it. The flickering set off Saccades Sandra, and I couldn’t see enough to type.

3Wed01gaSo, I wandered back into the kitchen and took another shot of morning view. Ah, it looks like the fog is clearing already, getting ready to let the rain through? According to Google, it’s going to be showers, all through the day today.

The eye-jerking eased, and back to start the updating of the Tuesday blog. The Peripheral Neuropathy sensory nerves, to begin with, were not too bad for some reason. And this allowed me to get the job done quickly for a change.

WD 0.0.5 Although, as to be expected, the fingertips lost their sensitivity again later, not sending contact messages to the brain, and the enjoyment of doing the blogs ended; and became a struggle. Humph!

Yet another wee-wee needed! I think it’s apparent that I took a Furesomide now. Grumph! Of to the wet room, and got the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-wee-Bucket) disinfected and brought it back with me to near the computer for future easier wee-weeing. If the doorbell chimes, I must remember to move it away!

I got four largish mushrooms in the slow cooker, with balsamic vinegar cooking for later on. Then I went onto the WordPress Reader, tons on there today. Some good stuff, too.

Daktacort2WD 0.0.5 As I was moving to WDPrightPinterest, the need for another wee-wee arose. Anticipating yet another BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode, I was taken aback a bit by the unexpected ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) style. But, worse than that, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding. I’d no Corticosteroid cream left, but found some Daktacort to use. It stings more and is less effective at stemming the flow. But, better than nothing. Excuse me a moment while I apply it. ‘Arghhh!’ All done, now.

Back to the computerisationing. Sent a few pictures to Pinterest, then had a wonderful time on the TFZer Facebooking. During which, the myasthenia gravis and Neurotransmitter failure started to bother me, make things less pleasant.

Off for yet another wee-wee, this time of the LSPDO (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-Out) mode. I’ll not mention the wee-wees again, just take it that they were pestiferously persistent, perseverant and perdurable peeing’s all day! This was the last wee-wee, for hours and hours. They just stopped?

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Well, the pins (legs) were looking in a far better condition than yesterday. The vasculitis, blood-papules, weal’s, scars, lumps, bulges, spots, bruises, welts, contusions, blemishes all calm. The Clopidogrel patterning was far less severe! Where the bowed legs came from, I’ve no idea, it must be RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), but he’s not overly bothersome at the moment?

Started the ablutions. Dropsies were just fine, only about five throughout the whole rigmarole of WCing, teeth cleaning, shaving, washing, showering, medicationalisationing and dressing! A Dizzy Dennis attack when under the shower shook me somewhat, but it didn’t last for long. A little cut shaving was a devil to stop bleeding, but with the extremely high INR level, I wasn’t surprised. The Brute after-shave finished it, Yeow! Hehe!

3Wed01iWith rain being forecast, I decided to risk using the new three-wheeled walker-guide for the first time. I moved things needed from the old trolley. Added the fodder for the Social Club, then got dressed warmly ready for the planned hobble into Arnold. I was perhaps foolishy, intent on getting a pleasant walk in, after such a long time without having one. Which later proved not such a good idea.

WD 0.0.5 When I got the hat coat and gloves on and moved the new trolley-guide outside the front door, I could tell straight away that it was going to struggle to control this apparatus. The handlebars were lower, the weight of the thing far lighter, and the brakes were not very good, even inside on the flat.

WD 0.0.5 My already limited confidence ebbed. My EQ told me things were not going to be good on this walk. Caution Mode was adopted as I moved to the lift.

I went down to the lobby, even getting this trolley over the gap caused it to nearly topple over! Tsk! Another bad idea in getting the new wheels!

3Wed01JI had a perusal of the notice board and walked to and through the swipe door into the Winwood link-passage. Oh, the warmth in Winwood Court is so welcoming after coming out of the cold Woodthorpe lift foyer, very welcome. I went to the Winwood Court Social Room and put the cooked chicken and bacon on the kitchen counter. Then called at the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) Wardens as they used to be known, holding cell and interrogation office. They have cunningly installed table lights inside now, so anyone needing or foolishly wanting to talk to them, cannot tell if anyone is in or not. The main light is not on, so we can’t see if anyone is in.

3Wed01LWD 0.0.5 I abandoned my plans, as I realised I had not put in my hearing aids or got the wristwatch on! Humph! So, back to through the passage to Woodthorpe Court and my flat to collect them. This new trolley felt so unstable, I considered swapping it with the old one, but with the expected rain and the old one having a broken bag cover, I decided 3Wed01mnot to. Hearing aids fitted, watch on the wrist, and back down and out of the cold Woodthorpe lobby and over Chestnut Walk, tacking the gravel hill up into Woodthorpe Grange Park on my mini-hobble to Arnold.

A couple of pauses on the way up the incline for a breather already! But I knew that when I 3Wed01pgot on the level again, I’d be fine, and Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna would soon ease off.

Going down the footpath to Mansfield Road, the trolley proved its dangerous instability and did not cope well with a few holes in the tarmac. A coup[le of close calls when the front wheel suddenly stuck solid and things nearly turned problematical for me. I was not enjoying this mini-trek at all.

WD 0.0.5 I got onto the main road and turned right, this is when the nastiest Dizzy Dennis attack for a long time came on, just after I’d stopped to take photos of the traffic.

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I leant against a pole for a few minutes. But Dennis was stubborn and did not want to leave me in peace. Eventually, I felt able to hobble on, but slowly and wearily. Which meant I was getting wetter and colder more! Humph!

I got into Daybrook and the traffic lights junction with Arno Vale Road. Getting over the two sets of lights is always a concern for me, but with the trolley sticking at every hole in the ground, and rattling over the pavement studs, it was almost nerve-racking today.

3Wed10aMy getting to the B&M store was rather well-timed, I thought. The drizzle started just as I was limping into the shop! Hehe!

I poddled around the store, very disappointed in what was on offer, and the state of the place. However, I get myself some treats of Christmas. A box of Toffifii, and a tube of Softmints spearmint. And some black rubbish bags. By gum, I know how to celebrate. Huh!

3Wed03I came out, the drizzle had stopped, and took my life into my hands crossing the road. Limped on into Arnold, calling in the Arno Hill Park to feed the ducks en route. That was fun, but getting out onto the road was not easy over the uneven ground, with the damned trolly tipping, sticking and rattling.

3Wed05I plodded on to the Fulton Foods shop, just to get some Galaxy dark milk chocolate bars with hazelnuts, at three for a quid. I got six of them. Another treat!

I had to make haste a bit to High Street, behind Asda (Walmart) to catch the L9 bus back.

I met neighbour Malcolm at the bus stop. We nattered on the bus going home. Well, I did! A was a case of verbal diahorrea I’m afraid. Malcolm soon lost me when we got back, and I don’t blame him either. Gawd I was rabbiting on!

WD 0.0.5 As I got off the bus, I realised I had a nose bleed. Not a lot, it seemed to be coming from a tiny cut. I imagine that if the Warfarin INR level was anything like normal instead of way-high, it would not have bled at all. Miniscule but persistent bleeding as I walked through the corridors and up in the lift to the flat.

Malcolm was talking in the flat lobby with Josie. I said hello, but no response, my fault for butting into their conversation. Into the apartment and still, there was no wee-wee needed? 

3Wed06I got the medications taken, put the kettle on, pondered over what meal to have.

WD 0.0.5 And then went to the wet room to take a look at the bleeding nose. (Not swearing! Hahaha!)  The Brut after-shave was applied, and that seemed to curb the flow.

3Wed07I made some boiled-bashed-and-roasted cheesy red Leicester potatoes with salt and butter added. Beef pattie, garden peas with demerara sugar, four large balsamic vinegar mushrooms, sliced cox’s apple, cooked beetroot and Wholemeal bread thins, buttered with sliced tomatoes and onion-salt! A most deserving Taste- Rating of 7.5/10 attained.

WDPT05R WD 0.0.5 I did the washing up, a lot of it tonight. But when it came to doing the handwashing, the hot water was stone cold! A semi-panic came over me… had I left the tap running in the wet room sink? I hastened to have a check on it, and I went in a hurry without the walking stick…

WDPT06Lwd 0.0.5A Just my rotten luck! I had a Peripheral Neuropathy inspired involuntary right leg flailing-about dance in the hallway! Needless to say, without the stick, I went over, tumbled to the floor, my head hitting the wall on the way down, and the leg continuing to happily vellicate away in the air, hitting the walls a few times.

WDPT04LWD 0.0.5 It lasted a minute or so longer, and I lay there trying to limit any further injuries, as the leg enjoyed doing its version of the upside-down leg-in-the-air Schuhplattler Twist dance. It stopped suddenly, as it usually does, and thoughts turned to getting myself upright off of the floor. Which oddly, was not too painful or difficult, the walls within easy reach helped. Once semi-perpendicular again, I checked for any damage caused. A bruise on the leg and head, but I seemed to have escaped any serious bother.

WDPT03RWD 0.0.5 Then I remembered the hot water tap (faucet) and got in the wet room. I’d not left it running. But, I had left the wall heater on! That’ll cost me a bit of dosh. these convector heater things are nice and blowy hot, but cost a fortune to run, without leaving them on for hours!

Normally, I almost always take one of the sticks with me, anywhere I go in the flat, just in case of the Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance kicking-off. Just my rotten fortune innit? The one time, mind you, and it was due to me panicking I suppose, I don’t take a stick, and WDPT02Rover I go! Tsk!

I can’t claim to be the most fortuitous of people! Hahaha! But I got through it, and am so glad it didn’t happen outside, on the bus or hobbling.

3Wed11I made a brew and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner. To watch the DVD, that I bought months ago for £1 from the charity shop. I’ve only ever watched the original one. Thought it was rubbish, and didn’t bother with them again. So, with this cheapo set of three DVDs, I thought I’d watch the three of them. Naturally, I knew there would be no chance of my staying awake to watch one, let alone three! I got through about half-way of the film, but it was so bad and boring to me, I gave up and turned off the set. But, if I should live long enough, still plan to view the other two that I’ve not seen yet. I changed to TV mode and fell asleep within minutes.

6 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Wed 18 Dec 2019: Thought a mini-marathon hobble would do me good today. It didn’t!

  1. God! Heart in my mouth following your meanderings and collapsings and rightings and to and fro-ings – well done – the reality tv dramas haven’t got a stitch on your daily life – felt like a round of applause needed at the end too.

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    • Bless you my petal.
      It was a slightly medically-dangerous day. The dizzies and dancing leg being the most worrying, but neither can be cured, so I might as well pick the funnies out of them? Hahaha! I love making folks happy and smile, so don’t leave me will you. ♥
      I wonder if the TV might be interested in my story if I asked them? No, better not, with my luck I’d have another heart-attack if they said yes! Hehehe!
      Haveth a goodest day, and my appreciation through the ether!
      TTFNski

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  2. That’s the kind of lighting shaped marathon hobble that will do you in, and it looks like it just about did, with a nose bleed on top of it all. Dinner looked decent enough. All three Jurassic Parks? I barely was able to watch the first on years ago. Not only was it boring, but all the typical Hollywood stereotyping of characters drove me crazy. I didn’t bother with the other two after that.

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    • I’m fear your right about the hobble, I’m still suffering. Tsk!
      JP: Well, I watched a bit of the first one and gave up. Last night I tried JPTwo & it was worse, gave up on that one, worse than the first one. JP Three, I just have to watch, to find some redeeming quality, but I don’t hold out much hope. Your descriptiopn fits them to a Tee!
      Anyone like a triple JP DVD set?
      Haha!
      TTFNski, Tim.

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