Inchcockski – Thur 16 Jan 2020: Medications, frustrations, altercations and aggravations. Normal day, then!

2020 Jan 15

2020 ttJan 15

I was wrong!

Thursday 16th January 2020

Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 16 Faoilleach 2020

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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!”

WDP 10R04WD 20.20.20 With temporary, unthinking, casual aplomb, I rose from the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner, up onto my feet, and got a reaction from Arthur Itis’s knees, well one knee, the right one. I was soon back down in the recliner, holding the knee as mentioned above, and squinching with the pain. Fortunately, past experiences had made me keep a tube of the Fenbid Forte pain gel on the Ottoman. I liberally applied a dollop of to the patella. Then more slowly this time, I got to my feet, things were a lot calmer with the leg now, grabbed the four-pronged stick, and started to move towards the kitchen. 

WDP 10R02WD 20.20.20 I didn’t get, but a few hobbled paces, when I had to divert to the Porcelain, at last things were moving in the innards, a little too quickly for me, so I did a bestest ever-time to get in and seated, and things started of their own accord, then half-way, everything stuck! I ended up getting the crossword book and having a bash at the puzzles. For, I knew it would be a while before things started moving again.

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?

WDP 003dWD 20.20.20 But, no, this was proven when I’d cleaned things up and turned away to get to the sink for washing my dandies, and I trod on the pen that I had not noticed I’d dropped on the floor. A little more wincing and grimacing followed. It hurt more than the entire session on the seat did! I broke the pen too! Tsk! Hey-ho!

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!

4Thu05

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! 

4Thu01I checked out the blister-packs of tablets that arrived five-days late and forcing me to miss so many doses; from Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Plenty of advice notes on the various medications, side-effects, contents etc. were sent with them this time. Oddly enough, all warning about missed doses!

4Thu02I made the brew and took this mornings dosages. Ear-holes oiled, Saccades-Sandra drops put in, etc. all done.

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.

WDPH01R4I’d love to get out and about again. But today, the Morrison order, the window cleaner and a chance of Leoni coming from the NHS Medicines Team (I hope Leoni does visit, then I can tell her of Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Their late prescriptions and the Furesomide not being put separately as they had promised they’d be done!) Bitter? Me? Yes! And I still want to see the Doctor, (I will ask for some Anxiolytics, tell her about the dizzies and falling over, and hopefully other stuff if I can find the list I made two months ago), and I have to see the Bank Manager. Still bitter? Me? Yes! Well, pissed-off anyway!

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.

WD 20.20.20A Another interesting event! A record amount of dropsies I think this morning. Toothbrush, toothpaste, toothbrush pot, shaving foam can (2), razors (5), carbolic soap (2), flannel, Body spray, Germoloid tube, olive-oil jar, Savlon tube, Flash cleaner bottle, bleach bottle cap (I still haven’t found that!), freshener granule pot (Bad this one, it broke and took a bit of muttered-bad-language and effort to clean it up. Still, the wet room smells nice now, Hehehe!) There may have been more.

wdp02LeftWD 20.20.20A The worst being the dreaded, prospectively lethal sock-glide! It fell from my grip when moving it, hit the deck and bounced back up again. Guess where it hit me? Between the legs, say no more, other than maybe… Arrrghhhhh! I wouldn’t have minded so much, but how the heck did it find the smallest appendage in the country to hit! Humph!

4Thu06There’s a thought, I wonder if the Tate Gallery would be interested in some photos of… No, no, No! My Delphic nature and self-confidence are at a low enough level already, thank you.

WD 20.20.20 The pins (legs) appeared to be in a transmogrificationalistic stage to me.

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.

4Thu08I got them unpacked and checked the things out with the list from the internet.

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!

4Thu09Something, scheme, decision, plan, or flimflam-stratagem was formulating, brewing inside my head as I put away the fodder. But the brain wasn’t letting on to me what it was! Well, that how it is when you have a high EQ and the lowest IQ. Hopefully whatever is maturing in the head, will reveal itself shortly.

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!

4Thu10I must try to do some of the smoked haddock for tonight’s nosh. I already had some normal mushrooms in the fridge, so I got them in the crock-pot cooking. I might have them with the haddock, potatoes and garden peas, perhaps. It depends on when the window cleaner arrives.

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!).

WD 20.20.20 WDP 10R03I got to the lift lobby and was just about to press the call button, and both head-lights went out indicating the death of the elevators! Well, if that doesn’t represent my unfortunate nature, I don’t know what will. Humph! Then it dawned on me, today is the upgrading work by the Mansells Fire Sprinkler team. Ah, well! A touch of pragmatism had attached itself to me, and no-hassle or annoyance rose at all.

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.

WD 20.20.20 Half-way down, and the lights went out and for just a second or so, total darkness! I made the already fast-beating heart jump a bit, but I immediately recognised why; it will be the fire sprinkler workers testing things? As I mentioned the emergency lights came on, and I could see my way easily enough. If there had been fire smoke, I don’t think it would have been possible to see though, it was not too bright a light. Heigh-ho!

WD 20.20.20 I got to Jennies, rang the bell, and it was so nice to see her again when she opened the door. We had a little natter, and she informed me that the man and woman who do the windows had not turned up today. Bother! And I’d just cleared all that stuff off of the window shelf as well, Ha! I thanked her for the info and made my way (Still taking my time, determined not to have any incidents with the walking stick) back down the cement steps in the fire escape back to the twelfth floor. All went well, and I found that the four-pronged walking stick to be harder work, but far safer to use, cause it made sure I didn’t rush things, having to take an extra second or so each step, to get it firmly and evenly on the ground, but that is a good thing I thought, as long as I’m not rushing it! So, I learnt something today.

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.

4Thu17

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!

8 thoughts on “Inchcockski – Thur 16 Jan 2020: Medications, frustrations, altercations and aggravations. Normal day, then!

  1. 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.

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    • 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.

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      • 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.

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  2. 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. 🙂

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    • 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

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      • 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:
        https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EOk7gfKUEAY4jJh?format=jpg&name=large

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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!

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