Monday 25th May 2020
Swahili: Jumatatu Tarehe 25 Mei 2020
01:30hrs: Well, I ought to be used to my last few vivifications being out of the ordinary, for various reasons. This morning was two-fold. Starting with the usual urgent need for a wee-wee, then getting free of the £300, second-hand, c1968, not working, cringingly beige-coloured, rusty, rickety recliner and without any Whoopsies or loss of balance! Got the stick and took a wee-wee in the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). The thing that shook me was it being an almost back to the standard style, a short, sharp painful evacuation, and the colour, a sort of battleship grey!
I swear I saw a twinge of luminescence in the bucket! I tried to recall the things I had eaten that might have caused this transmutation. The only thing I could think of summat I’d never eaten before and might be the cause, was the Sausage Patties? Hey-ho, I’ll see how it goes, and flows, later. Never a dull moment, (or any rest) for poor old Inchie!
I took the bucket with me to the wet room and got it sanitised and cleaned, ready for tonight’s episode of: ‘Inchcock and his variable, lethal to moderate, Wee-wees!’ Should I snuff it overnight, would someone please have the vet check pon what killed me. Hahaha!
Constipation Conrad fooled me again as I was leaving the room, and I nipped back in and onto the Throne post-haste! But, it was a false alarm. Everything as solid as a rock again!
However, I did spot the right leg, had the spider and varicose veins bursting out all over this morning! They were even writing notes for me. A distinctive ‘S’, a ‘W’ and a ‘V’ were of interest.
Blimey, they looked a right mess this morning, well, the right leg did. More fluid-filled as well, I reckon. Hehe!
Later in the morning, I had a look at the only leaflet the hospital gave me regarding the vein problems. This led me to investigate on the internet. Peripheral Neuropathy (Got-it!), increases the chance of Thrombophlebitis (Got-it!), Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis (Got-it!), Spider veins (Got-’em), Superficial venous thrombosis (phlebitis) (Got-it!), Chronic venous insufficiency (CVI-Got-it!), Iliac, Femoral, Saphenous, Popliteal and Tibial vein problems (Got-them all!). All of which can cause Bacterial or Viral Infections (Got-it!-Little Inchy!)
This is because venous disease disrupts the normal flow of blood throughout the body, and all can lead to blood clots. Which can cut off the blood supply to nerves (Got-it!-Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters are dying), they told me that much when PN was diagnosed).
Note to Self; If you really want to depress yourself, keep looking things up on the web. If you can manage without having to assuage your natural curiosity, this is advised! Huh!
I poddled, in a slightly disconnected, uncoordinated state of mind, to the kitchen. I did the sphygmomanometer tests done. Sys 146, Dia 67, Pulse 79, Temperature was just reading ‘Low’. Odd how this works properly occasionally, then it goes back to just giving a low or high indication, again?
I got the medications taken, then I made a brew of the supremely tasty Thompsons Punjana tea. Delicious!
Onto the computer. Got the updating done for the Sunday blog. I checked the Emails and came across this gem to cheer me up further. Hahaha!
I saw a bit of Coronova-fun graphicalisationing could be had from this photo. I set to creating the mock newspaper graphic for the top of this page. Although not funny, being English, a sense of humour is not only recommended but vital, methinks. It took me a few hours to get it something like I wanted, but I did enjoy doing it. I hope it offends nobody.
Went on Pinterest with few photos. Sent the Email links. Then on Facebooking for a couple more hours. Then made up this template to use.
I got in the wet room and started the ablutions. Did the teggies. Ah, a bit of a tale here. Could I find the toothpaste? No, I couldn’t! So, nipped into Junk-room number two, and got a tube out of the drawer. Back to the wet room, and did the teggies. Getting things ready for the shaving, I dropped the shaving foam can. It to an amazingly circuitous route and ended up behind the throne.
I used the Jenny-supplied picker-upperer to retrieve the can. And saw the lost toothpaste down there as well! So I fetched the longer picker-upper from the main room and grabbed the tube, and a disposable-razor, that was lost weeks ago, came up with it! I really must get some help and have a proper clean up in the wet room! Hahaha! How the razor got down there is a mystery, too. I took a photo of my legs. I had to doctor it with a courtesy-cover afterwards before using it in here. Only a tiny one, mind. I wanted to show that scar that came up last Monday, and has been there ever since? Wonder worrit is? Haha! The fluid retention is coming back I reckon.
The burn mark on the tummy has all but gone now.
As I was cleaning the teggies, the door chimes rang out! It was Josie bringing back yesterday’s tray, plate and cutlery. I was not in a good position to concentrate; I’d slipped on the dressing gown, and it didn’t have a belt on it.
So as I was taking the tray and things from Josie, the damned ill-timed Involuntary right-legs did a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, and the gown came open, and I dropped the tray. I’m confident I got behind the door in time. I’m basing this assumption, on the fact that Josie did not laugh at me! The gal helped me pick the things up[ and asked if I was alright, bless her. She gave me some seedless grapes, she said she felt guilty me supplying and dong the meal every Sunday. Again, I said as long as you eat it and like it, that’s good enough for me, but I can’t recall thanking her, I felt bad about that.
Back to the wet room and the dropsies. There were a lot of them today. But again I’d cheated the Sock-glide by not wearing any. No dizzies, no dropping the showerhead either, although the last of the carbolic was getting small now, and shot-off a few times. If you’ve never tried to pick up a small wet tablet of soap with the picker-upperer, its hard work! Hehehe!
I finished the ablutions eventually. And made up four small black bags and a box of recyclable stuff, and loaded the walker-trolley with them and went down to skips on the ground floor. I called at Josie’s on the way out and gave her the bottles of Fruit Shoot that are a little too sweet for me.
My plan was to sneak outside and take some photographs. Cunning eh? I got the bags down in the chute room and caught the elevator to ground zero, with the cardboard box and a bag. A woman who was waiting to get in socially distanced herself well from me. I went through the caretaker’s (Who were not there) passage and out to the bins. But the bins were not there. So I put them with other peoples waste and shut the door locked behind me, as I had a trolley-guided hobble, taking some photographs en route.
I crossed Chestnut Walk and from the car park area, I took this snap of Woodthorpe Court
I spotted a wonder of nature. Well, they are for me. Some Daisies near the workmen’s porta-cabins.
All the wind that has been knocking them about, the lack of rain (never thought I’d say that, Hehe) And still they bloom against the odds!
I limped along until I was facing the main Winwood Court entrance, and took a photo of it. The only thing missing up until now for the pictures was people.
A BMW with an exhaust pipe, it might have been a dual-fueled powered one, of course, was parked in the electric vehicle charging bay. Couldn’t see any connections linked to it.
This shot has the end of Winwood court to the left, and a rather imposing looking, Winchester Court on the right.
Again, no tellurians in view anywhere.
As I turned to hobble back the way I’d come from, the ankle gave me such a sharp-paining! I had to stop, and pretend to be casually looking at the trees and bushes! Which I ended up doing, but dare not get the camera out, just in case the ankle gave way. Although it’s been good for so long now, I’d hoped that the problems with it were over. What a fool!
I took a long time, well, it felt like it, but the hassle and weakness seemed to settle down. I was confident enough to press on again.
I stopped to take a picture of Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts. The sky was beautiful and the wind had dropped considerably since I’d left the building.
I hobbled to the far end of Chestnut Walk, and turned to take this wide shot, and guess what?
I caught two residents in the frame! At least I think they were.
Back into the Woodthorpe Court lobby, and I met Josie, as she was going to use the laundry room. We shared a word or two and a smile, and I went back up to the flat.
Got the three-wheeled trolley-guide into the corner. I just sucked at the cut knuckle that I caught on the door frame doing it. Humph!
I tried a few of the Indian seedless grapes as I made a brew, jolly-good, too!
I spent three more hours updating this blog. It was now three-hours beyond my usual head-down time.
Shattered mentally, I turned everything off and got some sarnies made for dinner. I was not going to risk cooking when I’m as tired as this.
See? See that? Common sense, from me!
Off to get the fodder… and the ankle went over again! Grigglebonkcrap! Its been weeks, no, months since I used the ankle-strap, but I’m going to need it now. Oh, dear! I might leave it until morning when I might be more up for getting it fitted.
Such a decent day, and it has to end like this. I’m proper fed-up now!