Inchcockski – Thur 25 June 2020: Disorganised, malfunctioning, misinterpretational day of dilemmas. A wonted day.

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Inchcock’s Morning Thoughts – Humph!

Thursday 25th June 2020

Basque: 2020ko Ekainaren 25a Osteguna

01:30hrs: I came back to semi-life, immediately thinking to myself, ‘Well, that’s a bonus”Hahaha!

Excruciatingly slowly, the thoughts gathered to torment me. I had to nit-pick between what worries needed attention, those I didn’t want to know about, and the ones that needed priority.

I had to remember, not to give myself an Enoxaparin injection this morning, until the Phlebotomy Nurse arrives, she’s going to watch me, and assess if I am alright to do it on my own. The updating of yesterdays post, which will take some time. So much happened yesterday that I have not had a chance to write in yet. I must ask if the INR blood level test needs doing today. I need to find out if the Audio clinic, Foot clinic and Deep Vein … No, there’s too much going on in the head here!

I’ll get the updating done when I’ve taken the medications and done the Health Checks. Ah, a quick change of plans was enforced here! The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, and there is no way I wanted another accident, by not getting to the wet room in time!

All concentration was rerouted to getting up and arriving at the Throne in time. I fumbled getting my over-abundantly sized fleshy-stomach and body from the £300, not-working, second-hand, c1968 recliner. I got upright, a bit of a dizzy, but not enough to delay me too much, grabbed the stick and wobbled my way as quickly as I could, to the wet room.

Phew! I got there with no time to spare! Like yesterday, the control of the movement was out of my hands, the innards were orchestrating the motion! And what a messy affair it was! Silver Lining Search Results: I did get there in time – and if I had not, the looseness, pong and waterness would have meant a right horrible cleaning up job would have been needed! So, I was not unpleased with the close-call this time! The stink was strong, the colour, a sort of greyish-khaki. It required several presses of the flush, and still, things hadn’t fully cleared. I’ll go back and try again later. Huh!

The feet were hurting so much again. However, they didn’t look too bad when I took this snap of them. I prayed I would not have another toe-stubbing, though! Hehe!

Cleaned up, washed the dandies and wiped the contact points, and off to make a brew.

Got the kettle on, and the Health Checks were done. The results were a lot better than yesterdays. Sys had come down from 177 to 158. The temperature showed as just ‘Low’. Took the medications with some spring water, and made a mug of Assam tea.

Went through and got on with the updating of Wednesday’s blog. This was a bit of a grind, I’m afraid. Thanks to Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Saccades Sandra, both playing up from time to time. Grumblecronkackers! Eventually, I did get it finished and felt a smidge of pride in getting through it. Took an aeon, mind! Three wee-wees needed.

I sent the links off, the post to WordPress, then on the Reader Section. Made up a template for today’s post.

As I began to write this blog, an acute stomach ache kicked off? No hesitation from me, I limped-swiftly to the wet room. And just as well I did, again it was a close call. Where is it all coming from?

Flush after flush but the Throne refused to sloosh down all of the remaining toilet paper, it just wouldn’t have it! I had to keep pouring water into the sink, and scooping it out in a basin and into WC bowl! Not that it worked, I’ll have to keep nipping back and flush it again.

I got the hunger pangs arrived and decided to have a pot noodle. Got the kettle on, and went back to the wet room for a flush or two… Blimey, the pong in there! The air spray was utilised in high quantity!

I decided I’d better get the ablutions tended to early, just in case any of the nurses call more shortly than expected. As I got in the room, Sodwrangle me, sudden sharp tummy pains, and I needed yet another Throne Visit! It was all over bar the cleaning up, within a minute or two. Hardly anything came, Khaki in colour, almost liquid again, and so very messy, with an even worse putrid stink! Hey-ho! Took a lot of cleaning up. I’d lost half an hour by the time I started by cleaning the teeth.

Ablutionalisationing Report Hehe!

  • Toothache Thomas spoilt the teeth cleaning session. Just two dropsies, the paste and the brush.
  • Did the nasal clearing-out okay. No dropsies!
  • Shaving: Just the one tiny cut. Dropped the razor a few times (4), and the foam can (2).
  • Checked down below and Little Inchies fungal l lesion was not bleeding!
  • Got in the shower, and Dizzy Dennis had a go at me.
  • Dropped the flannel twice, shower head, hitting the right knee, and the shower gel bottle.
  • Came out to dry off, and knocked just about everything off of the floor cabinet!
  • It took me ages to sort it all out, so I took the opportunity to clean the cabinet while I was there.
  • Had another go at flushing the toilet roll away. Failed!  
  • The cap-end off of the body spray shot off, couldn’t find it?
  • Using the new Germoloid cream now, it was heaven!

I ambled to the kitchen and then gathered all the waste bins to be sorted out, and bags to go to the rubbish chute.

The intercom flashed and sounded, I pressed the top button, saw part of a nurses uniform on the screen, and it all reverted back to the base screen, and I could no longer communicate or see anything. I pressed the admit button, but it was too late!

I put on a jumper, intending to go down to see if the nurse had gained entry. Of course, I may miss her on her way up, as I go down. Life is not very easy in Woodthorpe Court. The dang new intercom, it too quiet in full volume for many of us to hear it. The bloody thing keeps going down and malfunctioning! The old one, which was just a phone, had an easy to listen to ring-tone.

I got carried away there, sorry Back to the real plot.

By the time I’d got to the door, the nurse was coming in the hallway. She did not know about training me to do the Enoxaparin injections but watched me while I did it. She did her paperwork, and I mentioned the Porcelain Throne frequency this morning. She told me someone would be back to give me the injection later this afternoon or night. I suppose it is possible that I just imagined I’d asked her about the Throne visits?

As she was leaving, she had to tell me that the intercom was ringing! Thanked her and investigated, it was Vampire Nurse Christina, I let her in, and told the other nurse who it was, and she nipped off.

Hristina was like a breath of fresh air. She said she’d called to someone else in a flat higher up yesterday. She was in a desperate hurry but managed to bandy a few thoughts about, bless her ♥.

Well, not even 09:30hrs, and already both morning Nurse visits all done and dusted. I hope the next one is not too late arriving. It may well be that they leave it the 12-hours as prescribed between Enoxaparin injections. The thought of me staying up until then is worrying, I’ll never do it!

Ah, that reminds me, I’ve some Cashew nuts coming today via Amazon! I’ll check the tracker, now.  Pretty close, then, ETA 11:15 > 13:50hrs.

Oh, how I hope I don’t fall asleep if the nurse is going to come late, had Amazon also been late, it would have helped me perhaps?

I had an email from Jenny. Sent one back and phoned her, she will come to collect the tissues and milk and leave money through the letterbox. I put out the carriers for her. The wonderful lady of Merit picked them up minutes later, rang the chimes and put the money through the letter-box. She’s helping so many people. She used to work helping Stroke victims a long time ago and understands the problems. She’s still at it long after retirement. Bless Her Cotton Socks ♥.

Herbert is making some noise upstairs this afternoon. Modelling perhaps. The chap is an agelast, never seen him smile yet, let alone laugh. But I like the lad. Being different is not a crime.

The innards have settled down a bit now. I had a check on the latest Corovavirus figures.

He’s giving it some hammer, is Herbert above. I’d love to know what it is he’s building. As long as he’s happy.

I can expect the results of the INR blood test anytime now. You never know, INR (International Normalised Ratio), just might have gone high enough for me to stop the injections. Well, perhaps, maybe, possibly, perchance, presumptively, probably, mayhaps, at least theoretically? Or not! But my EQ tells me, the INR will be high enough to cancel the injections. I’d put money on it.

Then, on WordPress to do a template for tomorrow, and CorelDraw for more graphics.

I got a call from the INR Warfarin Deep Vein Thrombosis clinic. The lady had the results of this mornings blood test and doses for me. The Warfarin will alternate, between 2 and 2½ daily, and the next blood test will be on Tuesday 30th June. 

It’s going to be a  busy day, that is! I’ll have the Vampire nurse calling. I’ve to check on the Dentist, Foot Clinic, and Audio Centre, to see if they are open yet. Contact the doctor to see if I can escape the confines of my apartment again! And the Morrison order coming late afternoon. There’s something else as well, but I can’t recall what it is. Gogglesgnatsworth!

The result of the test is an INR of 2.1, which is in an acceptable range. So, no more Enoxaparin injections. I asked if the nurses had been advised as they were due to call again today, all sorted. I thanked the lady and went to get something to eat, belatedly.

I was so tired now, I threw some chicken, took the mushrooms from the crockpot and tomatoes on a plate, and buttered two wholemeal rolls. It was a plain, unattractive, unappetising meal, but enough for me for now. So, weary!

I had to return to the kitchen again, to make sure that I’d not left the taps running, stove on, fridge door open and had closed the windows properly shut.

Blimey, it was still so light and bright at this time of night.

As I sat down and got the tray on my knee, the flaming attentions of Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley hit me! The plate toppled onto the floor! I sat a few moments, looking down at the mess of food on the carpet. Stewing with frustration! It was now three hours beyond my usual head-down time, and my spirits sank.

I got the brush and the long dustpan and got the food into the waste bin. During which, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters died, and as I was picking up the container, lost my grip, and respread most of the mess back onto the carpet! Grobbledamitt! I retrieved the fodder bits again and carefully closed the bag before picking it up! Shame I’d not thought of doing this before! Ashamed to say, I did not do any more cleaning up!

I just wasn’t interested in eating anymore. But sleep appeared like an excellent option for me. I took the evening medications, and got down in the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner; feeling sure that Sweet Morpheous would soon be with me.

I was spot-on for once! I stripped off and dolloped my blubbery-stomached body in the ramshackle, c1968 none-working, electric-less chair. Within minutes, I was spreadeagled over the seat, and Sweet Morpheous greeted me! Yes!

Around 20:30hrs, I woke in need of a wee-wee, which at first annoyed me! Then I realised that the intercom was warbling! I hastened to the panel, and saw the two highly attractive young District Nurses! I pressed the admit button and hastily shot into the wet room for a wee-wee…

Stubbing the right foot toes on the metal chair-raiser legs! Argherargh! No time to be bothered about that now though, I had to get some clothes on before the nurses let themselves in! This was essential! Imagine the shock to their systems if they came in to be greeted with any overweight, blubber-stomached old man in front of them? It could have caused them psychological maladjustment damage! Phew, glad I got things covered in time!

I grabbed a dressing gown, a thick, heavy one that was nearby, and covered Little Inchy and saved my utter embarrassment! In seconds of doing this, the nurses were coming through the door. The shared looks between the two nurses told me they were thinking along the lines of; “We’ve got a right one here, potty! Red hot weather and he’s wearing a thick dressing gown!” Hehe!

I explained the situation and the cancelling of the Enoxaparin injections. Showed them the bag with my record log and hypodermics in it, asking if they should take it away. “No you keep onto it, yer might need it again!” “The Enoxaparin must be taken back to the chemists” (Like that’s going to happen!) They checked my details, in between giving each other subliminal-sideways looks, and departed. I bet they got a good a few tales about this visit to pass on to the other ladies! I thanked them, and as they left, a cheery smile came over their faces. Most likely at not having to inject into my scarily obese stomach, and their escape from the demented old fools flat! Hahaha!

I’ll have to rearrange the medicine drawers in the morning, to fit in the mass of Enoxaparin Hypos in stock. Twice the number, as they are only filled with 40mg, not the 100gm as they should have been. Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Road, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store. A least they delivered them for me, cheers!

Disappointingly, sleep did not come easily this time. Then the Thought Storms came. They became conflated, and eventually, I freed myself of them.  Dropped off, Gawd knows what time, but it was late. Then the dreams started…

Int life complicated?

8 thoughts on “Inchcockski – Thur 25 June 2020: Disorganised, malfunctioning, misinterpretational day of dilemmas. A wonted day.

  1. You were well nursed today. At least you got to see your wonderful vampire, Hristina, even if was only a short bloody visit. Hmm, you might have been less shocking undressed than putting on the heavy gown. I don’t think there is much in naked bodies that will shock a nurse. They get to see the gamut of nakedness. Perhaps you need to keep a fig leaf handy for a quick cover up over little inchy, and you’d be good. You would give them a good chuckle with a fig leaf cover up. The food looks decent. Did you get to eat it between all the nursing?

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    • Hahaha! What a brilliant idea, Timothy, like a walking stick in every room, I could add a fig leaf to each one? Great idea!

      Now, where can I buy waterproof mini-fig leaves from? Haha!

      I ended up having several session on the noshing, Tim, TSk!

      Cheered me up that did, Sir.

      TTFNski!

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  2. No doubt about life being complicated to the mostest most of the time even. Sir Morpheous follows no schedule and laughs back at you when you suggest a reasonable moment. Thought clouds work the same way it seems to me. Not hearing things proper confuses as well. Then you add in the machinations of Herbert, Shirley, Nicodemus — at the same time. Subject to change at the most inopportune moment and you have:
    Inchcockski – Thur 25 June 2020: Disorganised, malfunctioning, misinterpretational day of dilemmas. A wonted day.
    Grobbelsnappersalad is what I’m calling it. 🙂
    TTFNski from present hereabouts

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    • You are well in the know and have the understandability required to digest the realities if life, Sir. (I liked it!)
      Sweet Morpheous was well interruptered last night. The (I was warned about this coming) Post Micturition Dribble (PMD) has started now. The persitence of the pee-peeing, practicaly peeved me off, and sleep was not an option. Grungleglobberations! But, also a Grobbelsnappersalad mayhaps? Haha!
      Cheers and best to all.

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      • Thank you for the very kind comment compliment, kind Sir! Much appreciated.
        Sweet Morpheous does mete out his sleep services in small increments, and PMD doesn’t help — PMD is in cahoots with Morpheous perhaps. Grungleglobberations and Grobbelsnappersalads to both of ’em sayeth I.
        Best cheers from here!

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      • Pelizaeus–Merzbacher disease, in cahoots with Sweet Morpheous, together they can do a lot of nervous system damage!
        Well said to the aliens there, Billum!
        Merry Morpious to you both over there.
        And always be aware, Life is preparing a snare!
        I don’t know why I said that. Hehe!

        Your English Draycup!

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      • And always be aware, Life is preparing a snare!
        I have found that the only thing you can expect with certainty is the unexpected.
        I like “English Draycup” quite a bit.
        The “dray” part sounds like *drehen* (to turn),
        The “cup” part sounds to me like *Kopf* (head)
        Now my head is spinning 🙂

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      • Hahaha! I might well be wrong about Draycup. I’ve always used it as meaning The Forgetful one. l love, as you do, some of the Jewish words.
        Although, my lack of a basic education, gets me in a pickle sometimes. Humph!
        All bestest, and more,
        Deserved I am sure,
        I cannot offer a cure,
        But, try to create our own lore!

        Sees ya later, for more.

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