TFZer Model Janet ♥
Wednesday 25th June 2020
Estonian: Kolmapäev, 25 Juuni 2020
13:30hrs: I was up like a lark, as happy as I could be, full of the joys of Spring. Singing, dancing, with a smile as big as a mammoth… Oh, alright then… the truth!
03:30hrs: I woke up, feeling rotten, horrible! Which I put down to the double-dose Enoxaparin injections yesterday. No stomach pains as such, but I sensed that I could feel the walls of the inner stomach, bloated, yet wobbling about? This is the best way I could explain it? There was not a lot of enthusiasm permeating through the brain yet, either.
These emotions of depressiveness were soon removed. The need for a wee-wee forced me to prise my hog-like, ponderosity of a stomach-bulked-body from the £300, second-hand, not-working recliner. I caught my balance, got the stick, and was making my way, casually, carefully and cautiously to the wet room. The instant alarm-call to use the Porcelain Throne arrived, my previous disinterest in life, changed top a mild panic! Would I make it in time? The few moments it took for me to get to the Throne, felt like minutes.
: I’m afraid I didn’t make it in time! Self-embarrassment-Mode-Adopted! The evacuation was accompanied with a bash at the crossword book. I amazed myself and got a few answered. But the Accifauxpas in not arriving at the Porcelain Throne in time took away any sense of pride or worth. Say no more! Gruffshameblowit!
It took me a while to get things cleaned up. By 04:20hrs, I was washed and refreshed, new PPs on, and checked that everything was sanitised and cleaned up properly. By the time I was ready to leave, my eagerness mode had gone down to Defcon 2! Humph!
Things weren’t helped when I clouted my right shoulder against the doorframe, on the way out. This started Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley going for an hour or so, none-stop!
A trickle of self-loathing and worthlessness, combined with an almost painful embarrassment lingered.
I trudged limpingly to the kitchen, it was surprisingly dark for this time in the morning. I got the kettle on, and the equipment out for the Health Checks. My BP was worryingly high!. The Sys showed up as 177! The temperature came out as 68.5°f.
I think that last night’s Enoxaparin injections might have had some effect on the reading. I took this morning’s, as instructed by the Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis clinic lady. I must remember to tell the nurse if she does come, to do a blood test today, it’s not sure they will have anyone available to ‘do’ me. Haha!
Then I wondered if there are any at-home INR test kits available, and how much they might cost.
I got on the computer and investigated. After a while, I found some that were gettable in the UK.
My enthusiasm for this project abated a little when I saw the prices! They were on offer in the USA, the machine costing $899!
I started on updating the Tuesday blog. Which was a bit farcical, due to the attentions of Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley. Making errors and mistakes the norm, thus far too many corrections having to be made. So the finishing was delayed. But in the end, I got it made and posted off.
The ablutions to be done next. A stand-up washing and shave session. As it was too early to use the shower, for fear of disturbing my neighbours.
A couple of dropsies, no shaving cuts, and no knocking into or anything over. No dizzies, no stubbed toes! Brilliant! Now I was cheering up a bit, getting back to my usual self!
The morning view from the kitchen, when I went to make another brew, Extra Strong Morrison’s Assam this time, was lovely.
Sister Jane rang. We had a nattering session for ages. Enjoyed that!
I checked on the latest Corona Virus figures.
Then the door chimes rang out the Dusty Springfield, ♫ I only want to be with you ♫, tune.
It was Iceland’s delivery arriving. The chap placed the bags inside the door for me, I slipped him a mini-bottle of wine. At least the driver brought the food up for me, bless him.
I got the fodder sorted out. And as I finished the task, the landline rang out! It was the Doctors Surgery. The lady confirmed that a phlebotomy nurse would be arriving later, and asked if my carer could fetch my medications from the chemist that the nurse will need. Oh, dearie me! I explained that I do not have a carer. Shocked her a bit that did! I said that Warden Deana arranged for a volunteer to fetch me medications each month.
She inquired about how I get my shopping. I told her of the mobile shop coming on a Tuesday and Friday, and Iceland delivering
I gave the receptionist the telephone number, after my faffling about for ages to find it! She was very patient with me when Stuttering Stephanie kicked.
I made a much-delayed start on this template, then started it off.
The lady from the surgery rang back. Said I’d given here the wrong telephone number. Oh, dear! I checked on my 1980 mobile Nokia phone for the number there. Which was the same one as I had given her earlier? She could tell I was panicking a bit, told me not to worry, she’d sort it.
I then went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. Then read the comments on WordPress. Now, on to the WordPress Reader section. Some great stuff on it today.
It’s past my usual din-din time, now. I can’t make the meal until the nurse has been. The planed nosh is Pork steaks with BBQ seasoning and Hickory. I’ve put the seasoning on the meat to let it marinate. Got the oven on low, so it will heat quicker when needed. Cunning? Baked beans with a drop of Hickory soaking in the saucepan ready. Sliced white bread out of the freezer to defrost and soak up the tomato sauce. But, when will the nurse arrive?
Jenny called to see if I wanted any bleach, yoghourt or lemon mousse adding on her next order to be delivered. She is getting it on the same day as I get the Morrison order, Tuesday 30th June. I asked for some lemon yoghourt and mousse, please. So kind of her.
I forgot to mention that I had some milk and tissues in the spare room in case she needed any, I rang her back to let her know. I think the reason that Iceland had delivered to the flat door, (Where they did not for some younger tenants), might have been because I am registered with them by the Government as a High-Risk isolating customer with them?
I went on CorelDraw to make up some graphics to use tomorrow.
Got a call from Carrington Pharmacy, asking me to tell the nurse when she arrives, to ring the chemists?
Then the intercom buzzed, it was someone from Carrington Pharmacy? I let her in.
One minute later, the intercom buzzed again, it was the Phlebotomy nurse. I admitted her.
The nurse arrived and let herself in. I mentioned the chemist lady calling me and why, and a pharmacy lady buzzing to get in? The nurse said she’ll take a look to see if she can find the chemist lady. but she had not arrived? As she went out to search for the other lady, that woman arrived in the hallway. The two angels spoke to each other, ad a bag was handed to the nurse. I could not hear the words spoken.
The nurse came back in and said the girl, had walked up the stairs, and they have not got any of the required sized Enoxaparin, and have sent half-quantity filled ones, so I’ll have to have four injections a day instead of two. Never mind!
Lovely nurse. Bit of a chinwag as we went through the situation identificatory’s. (I like that word!) She insisted on giving me the injections.
She will be returning in the morning and will watch and see if she thinks I can handle the self-inoculums. But is concerned about the shaking and jumping of the right hand and fingers, they may come on when I’m injecting. I said I could do it with the left hand. She pointed out that Shaking Shoulder Shirley, which was playing up a bit at the time, could still cause something to go awry.
She’ll assess things in the morning. Bring a new yellow safe-bin, and arrange for another INR blood test. The nurse reminded not to inject again tonight!
I thanked her, she left the bag of needs behind the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, rickety recliner, and off she went.
The BBQ pork steaks, Hickory seasoned baked beans, became my main aim, then! Hehe!
It didn’t take me too long to get it cooked, 40 minutes from start to finish. The bread had thawed-out alright, and was so soft and tasty.
The Iceland Egyptian seedless grapes were larger than the last lot I had, and a lot less sweet. But still tasted good to me, a little more tangy-taste to them! The Jenny-supplied lemon yoghourt was again great, tasty and a perfect finisher-offerer to the meal.
After destroying the meal, I got on with washing the pots, double-checked I’d taken the right medications, and settled down.
Great! I was soon off in the land of Sweet Morpheous!