Day: 16 January 2020

Wednesday 15th January 2020

Swahili: Jumatano Tarehe 15 Januari 2020

23:40hrs: After failing to get back to sleep in hopes of returning to a fantastic dream I was having, I gave up trying to get any meaningful sleep in. I kick-started the stubbornly reluctant brain into a semi-working state and thought-through the upcoming day’s conditions, needs, prospects, and fears. The stomach pains were still with me, but nowhere near as bad as they were last night. The strange stabbing pains in the right knee will be tested when I escape the £300, c1968, second-hand recliner.

The serious stuff needed sorting, as best I could anyway. I wrote down these reminders as they came to mind on the pad where last night, I had scribbled notes about the dream, cause I saw the funny side of things for the first time for ages;

• The talk with the Bank Manager. Today’s Prospects of achieving: 0%
• Will the prescriptions that Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA arrive this Wednesday; after they have left me with no medications for four days now, in a panic! Today’s Prospects of achieving: 40%
• Will the peripheral neuropathy right knee’s new pains probably caused by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA failure to deliver my prescriptions that forced me to take some older out of date tablets, let me walk this morning? I’ll find out in a few minutes. Today’s Prospects of achieving: 15%
• Will the newly formed stomach pains, probably caused by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA failure to deliver my prescriptions that forced me to take some older out of date tablets, be as bad again? Today’s Prospects of much agony: 100%
• Might I manage a Porcelain Throne evacuation today, that will be painless and bloodless? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 45%.
• Can this day be a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance-free one? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 50% 
• Will any toe-stubbings take place? Prospects of achieving: 90%.
  
• Is there any chance of having a Dizzy Dennis-free day? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 0%.
  
• Will I get to see the Doctor at last today? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 10%. The 10-percent is just in case the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, do make the delivery of my medications (Miracles I can still hope for!), albeit four days late! Swine! Not that it matters if the kneecap will not let me walk anyway. Pissed-off? Me?
  
• I must catch-up on the handwashing. Today’s Prospects of achieving: 60%. 
• Will the dreaded ‘Hum’ all around the flat give me rest today? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 0%.
  
• Free-myself of insanity, despair, worry, or fear? Today’s Prospects of achieving: 0%. 

Well, writing this cheered me up.

The bête noire of removing my bloated, blubbery, bulky, beetling-bellied body from the recliner, was done with a certain amount of nervousness and tension, as I rose to my feet, to test out the knee-cap. I grabbed the walking stick, and gingerly took a few paces… Ah, obviously, Arthur Itis is going to give me some pain, but it was not too bad at all! Off to the kitchen, I hobbled, with a Smug-Mode developing. Haha!

Shaking Shaun, along with Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald toyed with me, as I made a brew and sorted through the medical drawers in search of old tablets I could use. I managed to find two out-of-date, mind. A Ramipril (Hypertension Herbert),  and a loose yellow capsule, I think was a Lansoprazole (Duodenal Donald). No Codeine 30g, Bisoprolol (Betablocker-Ticker), Atorvastatin (Liver), Furosemide (Water retention) or Ranitidine (Reflux Roger) left to use. I do hope they arrive today!

I gave the Arthritic knees a good rubbing in of Fenbid Forte gel. They looked well filled with fluid and were not their usual pale colouring. The sesamoid bone area looked a bit inflamed, well, a lot actually? But that might be because I’d just dolloped on, and rubbed in the pain gel?

I took a couple of snaps of them. I managed with a little contortionalistical manoeuvering, to use the left hand to operate the camera, and they came out okay. The spider veins are looking artistic as well, rather Picasso style? Hehehe!

I wonder if an art gallery might buy one? Or medical training faculty might be interested in using them? (Help yourself!) Maybe I could send one to the people who may have caused this problem for me in the first place, by not delivering my prescriptions on time, four days late already; Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA! Grrr!

Even if they should thaumaturgically turn up with my life-saving medications today, and of course that in itself is not guaranteed, after all, they are not even a week late with them yet, I will forever hold it against them for the suffering they have made me go through! The ticker is going like the clappers at this moment and giving a dull pain. If I croak-out before the beta-blocker tablets get here, I, like Harry Houdini, the Hungarian-born American illusionist and stunt performer, would love to come back and get my revenge! Mind you, he failed! Hahaha!

Enough of this Tom Foolery!

The ‘Hum’ was getting even louder again, now! The chest pains more severe and, a tightness with it.

I pressed and got the Tuesday post finish and done with. It took a long time because I kept wandering back to the chemist fiasco each time the ticker ached, knees hurt, or I had to take great gulps of air. Thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, not supplying my medications and painkillers!

Went on the Pinterest then WordPress Reader. I tried again to use the Porcelain Throne, but no movement.

Got some bikkies, made a brew, and went on UT.

I got the handwashing seen to, done, wrung and hung. Only a long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of socks.

When I was wringing out one of the socks, the stroke-sides arm neurotransmitter failed, and the hosiery slipped from my fingers. I shot down to try and catch it, missed it, picked it up, and, I’m afraid that I clouted the back of my head, and got the dizzies at the same time… grabbed for the stick and belted my elbow on the edge of the draining board and dropped the stick!  It made me blink!

Quite a feat really, three-in-one, even for me! Snicker!

Then, I went to get the ablutionisationing done. And things went almost accident-free! The Porcelain Throne was utilised first to try and push the overdue evacuation that just has to be building up in the innards, and hey presto, a ton-and-a-half removal! Hahaha! Well, it felt like it! No bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids either! (Is my luck changing, getting better? [Don’t ask stupid questions Inchcock])

No cuts shaving or doing the teggies. Fair enough, a few dropsies, toothbrush (2), the can of foam, the carbolic soap, and razors (3), but this is par for the course and not excessive by any means.

All in all, the actual washing was all done safely. Although it helped the injury free period, by my not using the infamous finger-chewing sock-glide. With staying in, well being forced to stay in by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, just because they may, might and possibly could be going to call today with the prescriptions… although they have lied before! So, I didn’t put any socks on.

The Corticosteroid, Hydrocortisone, Savlon, Anusol, Clobetasone Butyrate, Fenbid-Forte, and Varesil creams, lotions, gels and potions were applied to the many ailing parts of my decaying overweight flabby body. The ear canals were olive-oiled, the eye-wash used, and then I’d got the full medicationalisticalisationing process completed. The eau-de-toilette and Brute sprinkled about.

Moving the shower chair and glide back into the wet room afterwards, I got them where I wanted them, and turning around, I gave myself a toe-stubbing, of singularly acute quality, pain-wise! Argh! All dressed and got the black bags taken to the waste chute and back before 09:00hrs. Just so as not to miss, although it may prove fictitious yet, the arrival of the medications? Now the waiting game… Will Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA arrived as promised? Will it be early or 22:00hrs? Will they have everything on the prescription? Will I still be alive when they get here? Who knows?

I went on the TFZer Facebooking page for a while. But it became several hours as I wallowed in enjoyable communicationalisationing with the TFZers.

It got even betterer in between. Gaynor ♥ sent me a message asking how I was going with the medicationalistic problem, supplied to me so kindly by the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA not delivering the monthly prescriptions. She patiently asked for details and offered to call the chemist for me, to make sure when they would be delivered for me. I gave her the wrong number, and she had to message back to get the right telephone digits. Then later, she contacted me to tell me that the offending Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, had told her they ‘should’ be delivered, twixt 15>16:00hrs. That was kind and sweet of her to help[ me out! ♥

Then it was time to get some graphics started on CorelDraw. (After making another brew of tea, of course). Not long now to get anything done graphically speaking, but I’ll do my damndest!

The blokes doing the drilling on the fire sprinklers and the oh, so loud ‘Hum’ are competing to see which annoy me most!

The intercom flashed, and a young lady from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, was admitted.

The poor gal looked terribly guilt-ridden as she handed over a parcel of prescription medications. I forced as pleasant as I could manage ‘Thank You’ and she was off like a bolt of lightning. The delay that left me medication-less was not her fault I imagine.

 So, it was now an hour beyond my usual head-down time. The ticker was racing away. I felt tired and confused, and Dizzy Dennis has just kicked-off!

I think I went into one of my ‘No-idea-what’s-happening-nor-care’ modes. I really do hate these! Moments, minute or hours are lost to the memory at times, with me not having the foggiest idea of what had taken place. Fortunately, it only lasted, I think anyway, for half-an-hour or so. No idea what I was doing.

I got the pan of baked beans and added some of the tikka things to it. No, chicken satay, I pulled them off the sticks and added them to the beans.

I enjoyed this quick, simple meal. Flavour rated at 6.5/10.

Got the pots in the bowl to soak, and got my head down.

I assumed, well believed, there was some valid reason for my only taking the Warfarin tablets and not anything else? I’m sure it made sense at the time.

Zzzz!