Thursday 16th January 2020
Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 16 Faoilleach 2020
01:20hrs: I woke in a rather gentle, reluctant, ‘I’m not really interested’ fashion. Within a few seconds, this all changed as the rarity of my grey cells ‘memory box’, burst into activity! “The medications have to taken, and now. Despite the best efforts of Carrington Pharmacy, I had some tablets to take now!”
I’d got about eight answers in before the action restarted, and it did so very suddenly, quickly and uncomfortably! I really feared that the blood would be all over the bowl and myself. I was gobsmacked when I didn’t see any, not a speck! This was a new Throne scenario for me. I wondered if I was still asleep and dreaming?
I rubbed in some more gel on the knee and took a couple of snaps. Amazingly, they were back to the pale, colourless, ashen, anaemic, ‘I think-I-must-be-dead’ state? A few new blood-papules coming up gave it a bit of colour, mind. Hehehe!
What a transformation from yesterday! Transubstantiated in twelve hours?
I eventually got to the kitchen, for the critical stuff to be done, take the medications and make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea! Argh me hearties!
As I got in the front room to make a start on the blog updating, I heard a swift-rumbling sort of noise. I had a hobble around, convinced that something or other had fallen over in the flat, but found nothing. It might have been someone from a higher floor using the waste-chute out of hours (08:00 to 20:00hrs), but I’m not sure what it was.
I had the first wee-wee of the day, and it was a lengthy MEPP (Marathon-Endless-Painfull-Persistent) one. That would most likely be from taking the Furesomide water tablet, perhaps. After all, thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, I haven’t had any to take for five days. So I anticipate getting these painful blaster-type wee-wees for a while yet. How many days have I been stuck in the flat now? Mainly thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA delivering the medications five days late.
I hope the beta-blocker (Bisoprolol Fumarate) starts to have some effect, the old ticker is going too hard at the moment but might calm down now I’ve had a tablet. As was expected when Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA left me with no pills for five-days! (I must stop this getting back at Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, I’ll not mention the unreliable, unsafe, untrustworthy, uncaring, dangerous chemist again! Well, I’ll try my bestest not to.)
At last, I made a start on computing. I started this blog off first. Then moved onto finishing the Wednesday blog, that contains some painful and bitter memories, I think I may have delayed it due to this. The usual selection of name-given ailments slowed things throughout. Saccades-Sandra, Lethologica Lynda, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, the dying Nigel’s Neurotransmitters and the odd wee-wee. Which was interesting to me. Because having taken a Furesomide pill, I expected little and often releases, but they were not that many, however, all of the MEPP (Marathon-Endless-Painful-Persistent) style. Just thought I’d mention it, like.
I moved the handwashing around, some onto the airer, the shirt hung on the coathanger I’d freed by taking off the shirt I was going to wear today, and what a picklement of a state it was in! Only the second time I’ve washed this one. The first time the dark chocolate brown colour changed to black when cleaned. It is now a mixture of dark greens and yellows? Mmm? I am colour blind, though. But I thought it was on reds?
Off to tackle the ablutionary duties good-and-early, so as not to miss the arrival of the Morrison delivery.
The veins were slowly working their way to a more highlighted-condition, I thought.
One leg was bigger than the other one again, too! The blotchiness increasing. They were even pastier and anaemic than yesterday.
And to think, a couple of days ago, I was commenting on how almost normal they were looking! Tsk! Haha!
I’ll bet a penny to a pound that they will be different again tomorrow. (Note how cunningly I put penny and pound in the opposite way around?) You can’t rely on this Peripheral Neuropathy, you know!
I was out of the wet room for a few minutes and the intercom panel lit up. It was the Morrison delivery man. He was soon up at the door, surprised that I had remembered the return carriers and had them waiting in the hallway. Smug-Mode-Engaged! He took the bags through to the kitchen for me. I thanked him and off he went.
I had three cans of Whisky Cola as treats; one of them was all bashed-in and dented. Shame! Then I found the bananas were green, but they should ripen by about April, so no worry. The sliced Chestnut mushroom only had two days life on the label, and didn’t look very good at all! But was I bothered? Oddly, no!
The fridge was back to its usual cram-packed state, and in need of some put-of-date checks, I believe. Hehe! Without doing any, I had to dish some cooked ham, and tub of butter as I filled up the fridge.
I’d only ordered one bag of oven chips to go in the freezer. But had to dish a part bag of fries to make room to get it in!
Too late and I will not be able to get down to the bank or go to the Doctors surgery. It’s the odd hours I keep, you know! Head down around 15:00hrs, up at anything from 22:00 to 00:30hrs. Unless like yesterday, when I had to stay up for the five-days late prescription medications to arrive. Another thing, what am I waffling on about?
I should really be getting on with creating some graphics, I’m desperately short of any ready to use. But it’s hard to get into it knowing someone maybe, perhaps, possibly might be calling or not. But, I’d love to get out and about for a bit, having been stuck indoors, curtesy of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Whoops!
Awaiting the window cleaner couple. Nope, too late for the bank now, I’d never get there in time before he leaves. Also, the Doctors visit is knackered. Also, Aldi. Lidl shopping can’t be done. Bloody good job I had the bits from Morrisons. Well, that’s six days stuck indoors now!
I moved all the things off of the kitchen window shelf in readiness for the window cleaner pair to arrive (More in hope than expectancy, now).
I decided to go down to see Jenny, taking the bag of Balsamic vinegar crisps, cause I know she and Frank love them and ask if the window cleaner had started yet. I took just the stick, which was rather brave of me (Hahaha!).
I decided that I would just use the stairs to get down to Jenny’s! (You can see by this, that Arthur Itis was in a kind mood with me) So, off I set, slowly and carefully down the six flights of concrete stairs, clinging to the handrail, naturally. I was doing well, much better than the last time I used these steps.
Got back to the flat, and found a letter had been delivered. My heart always sinks when I get a letter, well, an official-looking one. It was from the Medicines team, Leoni. She is calling to see me next Tuesday, 21st January at 10:20hrs. This was exciting! Oh, yes! At last, I can get a chance to tell someone who is interested, and might do something to help, about the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA delivering the medications five days late, leaving me without beta-blockers, and failing to separate the Furesomide tablets as they promised they would do. Yee-Haa! But I mustn’t get my hopes up. Deja vu, ignis fatuus and will o” the wisp and all that!
I had to put back all the things onto the kitchen window shelf. It’s being so lucky that keeps me going!
I got the nosh cooked and served up. As usual, for recently, I made far too much than I could eat. Worthy of indistinction was the Icelands Moroccan tomatoes: Tough as leather, tasteless and unjuicy. Their smoked Haddock was also taste-free and resembled coloured cardboard! Everything else was fine. Flavour-rating? A generous 5/10.
The lemon-curd yoghourt and lemon Whirls mini-cakes were highly acceptable to the taste-buds!
I got pots done, then the handwashing done, rung and hung.
I’ll be locking the door for once, at 15:00hrs, and refuse to answer it if anyone arrives now, I need sleep and recuperation, from yet another harrowingly day of feather-brained thinking, let downs, failures and malfunctioning mind-meandering. That came out well, dinnit? Haha!)
An old Sherlock Holmes, 1939, with Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce the best ones, was on the TV. I got settled in time for the start and watched until the first set of advertisements came on. Zzzz!
Left in the dark in the stairwell sounds like a very bad position to be in. Happy to hear you made it to Jenny’s and back relatively unscathed. You made pretty good work of that well-arranged meal.
Thanks, and a-mornin’ to you, Sir!
Nice to get out, even just up and down the stairs. Hehe! The last many days stuck indoors, has got to me. I hope to take the camera for a trip today, to town. I’d hoped to get some afitti shots, but Deana tells me a lot of it has been cleaned off? I shall hopefully still get around though… if I can still walk, it’s been that long.
You’ve gorra laugh! Haha!
TTFNski, taketh care, don’t do too much!
Cheers.
We have snow here. Lucky Laurie got off school early today, school is cancelled tomorrow and Monday is a government holiday. Unfortunately, I have to work tomorrow and Monday. Life isn’t as easy in the private sector.
All the very best of luck, Sir.
Take is steady in the weather… and out of it come think of it, Sir
A thorough, action-packed series of adventures and misadventures well told, kind Sir! From elevator breakages to a fraught-with-hazards stairwell. No rest for the wracked is there? Courtesy of Carrington. A 1939 classic Holmes at home with Rathbone and Bruce was a proper closer. The only good adverts are the ones that end with a Zzzz. 🙂
Thanketh you, Bill.
Life in a old people independent living flat, can be fraught.
The help is recieved is from minimal to nought,
I can’t take alcohol, no beer or port,
But there’s more I need to report,
The memory blanks getting longer, are fought,
With no success, and I’ve got a new boil & wart!
I love the old Sherlocks. It might be due to seeing them enjoy a pipe o’ baccy – gawd, I miss me Erinmore mixture and pipe.
Hope all okay your end, and the snow’s not around you?
TTFN
Inchcock Today is a welcome mat at your front door, a way for me to travel 3,875 miles at the speed of an electron and to hear how the day was for you, to share thoughts as were I a fellow denizen of Nottingham. You have a wonderful way of maintaining a conversational setting that keeps up apprised of exactly what is happening — the unchanging aspects, the challenges, the ebb, the flow, the tedium and pain that gets spiced with the unexpected and the flummoxing along with the distinctive humor that recognizes the essential absurdity of life. Illustrated! Good to know you, kind Sir!
I’ve got a soft spot for old-time radio and film of the 30s and 40s, such as the old Sherlocks.
They are naming winter storms here now, the present one is called Jacob. He passed to the north of us, heavy rain here but no snow, Joe. Newfoundland got hit hard though:
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I thank you, Bill. Nicely put and expressed.
I’m feeling a bit perkier this morning, mate. (I may regret saying that, after yesterdays shocker! Hehe)
You’re right, there was atmosphere in some of the old films, that doesn’t exist in the new ones.
Let’s hope the snow storms keep on missing you, Sir.
That photo, imagine if someone sneaked in and put up imitation snowman. By gum, that’d make you jump Hahaha!
Cheers mon ami!