TFZers Jillie ♥

Thursday 9th July 2020

Dutch: Donderdag 9 Juli 2020

01:30hrs: I was having a dream about my being chased in tunnels underground again! I found a small cave and hid in it; it was a harem. I woke up spreadeagled all over the £300, c1968, second-hand, not-working, sickenly beige-coloured recliner! The quilt had been thrown over the swivel chair, the bottle of spring water was on the floor along with the camera and Enoxaparin-filled box of needles, the toes were stinging something rotten. I mused, over why?

: Soon, my childish interest in the unfathomable waned. When, as I straightened my embarrassingly bulbous-bellied body, and caught my little finger on the arm of the chair (Again!). It didn’t half hurt! I fear this is the start of rheumatics in the fingers now. The skin looked rather pale this morning. As if I needed something else to help me drop things! Cragknockers!

I launched myself off of the recliner, caught by dodgy balance, grabbed the stick, and made my way to the kitchenette. Slowly and carefully, I might add. For my EQ had warned me to, that was good enough for me!

I got the kettle on, nipped for a wee-wee of a surprising RPOD (Reluctant-Painful-Orange-Dribbling) variety.

Washed the dandies, got the kettle on, and took the morning medications.

I had to have a think through on whether I needed to do an Enoxaparin injection or not. But with the INR nurse coming again today for the blood sample, I think not. Got the BP taken. The body temp was 82.5°f. Made the brew and left it to cool down, I don’t want the Toothache to get any worse.

Then, I took a shot of the poor right legs, uncut toes! Not a pretty sight! Hehe!

I started to update the Wednesday blog, and this took me ages! Concentration was lacking this morning, mistakes with the help and without the help of Shuiddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters failing. I struggled through, and before checking it, I got the crock-pot in use, to make another of the beef stews. The beef in first, with some vegetable and beef gravy seasonings. Added some red onions, sliced and without any blood being spilled (Smug-Mode-Adopted!). A few Piccolo tomatoes, and as a silly after-thought, I added some Stubbs Hickory liquid smoke. I fear this may prove to be a mistake, but it’s too late now. Unglefrogwogglings!

Then,  after a wee-wee, I made up a template for this diary. Went on the WordPress reader. Checked the nosh again, all looking good, took a photo of the now misty and raining view. It’s been drizzling on and off all morning.

Then off to get the ablutions tended to.

It was a little early, but with my going without a shower for two mornings now, I just had to have one. And before the time for the nurse to arrive.

Very few dropsies this session in the wet room, I reckon about six. A dizzy in the shower, and a couple of cuts shaving. Toothache Thomas was bad. Overall though, a decent result.

Checked the Emails, and Amazon now tells me that the Dettol and Lemon disinfectants will not be arriving today after all, but tomorrow before 20:00hrs! I bet it changes again! Splerminescence! However, the Hoisin sauce will be arriving today, before 22:00hrs. Ha! Tracked it, and it looks to me like it should be here this afternoon or teatime. Which is bedtime for me, usually? (He spouts confidently!)

I spent some time catching up on the WordPress Comments. Then went onto Facebooking. The nurse is due about now (09:30hrs). She told me she’d be here on twixt 08:00 & 10:00hrs. Well, it’s 10:50hrs now, no nurse yet.

The phlebotomy nurse arrived fifteen minutes later. She was with me for about five minutes. Obviously, the gal was in a rush. But kept pleasantness about her. And had to press-on, with her being all behind on her roster. Thank you, M’am.

I got an update on Nottingham’s Coronavirus status. It was not good! Oh, dear!

I made some graphics up on CorelDraw. I was checking on the nosh in between.

Nosh prepping, got spuds in oven. I finished one graphic and then served up the nosh.

Half-way through it, and the intercom chimed and flashed.

I did a toe-stubbing on the way to the machine. I gritted my teeth and muttered a few curses under my breath. Grampshackle-Globberisations!

An Amazon delivery had arrived. It was the Dettol Lavender & Orange oil medicated disinfectants, all six bottles! I got them checked and put away, leaving one out to use, under the sink.

Thanked the chap and slipped him a can of G&T. I’m glad I got these now, what with a possibility, nay, expectancy, of a Coronovavirus re-lockdown in Nottingham.

Back to the food, and finished off the rest of the meal. A flavour rating of 8/10 for this one. I got the pots and pans washed up, and found something on TV, erm…Law & Order it was, with subtitles to watch without the use of the headphones. There was a chance of the Hoisin Sauce being delivered, so I had the task of staying awake until it arrived.

Krucklebads! I fell asleep! When I woke up, I wondered if I’d missed the delivery, so went in hopes of finding the box at the front door outside. Well, well, well! There was the box Hoisin, on the floor! Phew!

Plastic bottles this time, which suited old fumble-fingers here down to the ground! Sorting out the bottles, well, I stuck them in the corner. Then I noticed last nights used Enoxaparin needle. I’ll get it in the yellow Contaminated Sharps box, and went in the front (junk) room, and promptly fell asleep again.

The landline lit up and flashed, “Aha, I said to myself” (well I was the only person present, Hehe!) that will be the Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin clinic with the results of this mornings rest. It was.

Julie, who explained the INR, was still too low, at 1.8, (3.5 targetted) and I must keep on with injecting two Enoxaparins a day until Monday night. The Warfarin Doses are to be:

Tonight x3, Fri x3, Sat & Sun 2½ tablets. And the next blood test will be on Monday. I thanked her muchly, then set about the self-inoculating procedures.

All done, I realised I’d not had a chance to ask the nurse about the Sharps Bin getting full. Humph! Well, she was very busy and in a rush.

I filled in the record log with what I’d done and took the evening medications.

I hadn’t noticed before, but on the cover of the log folder, were contact names and telephone numbers. I’ll get these in the Diary just in case I ever need them. Not that I can hear what they are saying over the phone, it’s even worse now the Audio Clinic is in lock-down, and getting hearing aid batteries is nigh-on impossible. I’m not allowed on buses; physically, things are that bad, I can’t walk too far, never mind getting to the Clinic, which is closed anyway.

So, why am I rambling on? There is an answer to that question. But it will most-likely involve words like; senescence, senility, senectitude, Ethonomia, septuagenarian and bonkersness. So, it’s best, perhaps if I do not try to find it!

I went to get a drink of spring water, and it was pelting down outside. As I took a picture with the Nikon camera, I noticed in the dead-end street ahead of me, were two gentlemen, Socially distanced in the middle of the road having a natter.

The circle in the top photo shows roughly the zoomed-in area, I took the second snap of, below. But in this rain! I take it they were both pluviophiles. They must have been soaked to the skin. Yet I wish I could have been out there with them! I was quite pleased with the Nokia pictures, considering the weather.

Hours beyond my head-down time now. I fear not getting up in time for my Iceland delivery in the morning.

Hey-Ho!