TFZer Joyce ♥
Saturday 11th July 2020
Malay: Sabtu 11 Julai 2020
04:25hrs: Over a couple of hours, I kept waking thinking, and nodding off again. This was not a reluctance to get up, as much as a desire to stay in the second-hand, c1968 recliner, where I felt safe from fears and problems. Combined with the tiredness of mammoth proportions. Even though when first stirring, I’d had at least six-hours kip? All very confusing!
(Ah, but maybe not, it could be due to all the Enoxaparin I’ve had to inject into my muscular, Adonis-like, young, fit, vibrant, healthy body?) ““
My determination to resist rising and getting all active and stuff like that was a first for me. The main expergefactor that got me up from the sickeningly beige-coloured, not working recliner, was the need for a wee-wee. (That bit is customary for me, Hehe!) I was up and on my agonising feet, without any accidents at all. I painfully hobbled my way to the wet room.
I had to accinge to micturate this time. For it was, unfortunately, an RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee. Followed by a most stubborn and lengthy period of Post-Micturition dribbling. This made me have to change into new PPs. The old ones had a sign that didn’t cheer me up any, Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking blood overnight. I didn’t do any cleaning up or medicating at the time, for it had dried, and I was lucky to get the old PPs off, without breaking the crusting, and thought better of making it worse still. The medicationalisationing of this area is something I have to look forward to yet. Thunderglobberisations!
I had a good clean up and wiped the contact surfaces with antiseptic. Then I got the Enoxaprinisationing dealt with.
I cunningly placed the Nikon on the airing grid, where I keep the Enoxaparin, contaminated sharps bin and paperwork. And took a photo (Sorry about showing my bulbous, Buddha Belly) as I injected myself. Clever, eh? All went well. Smug-Mode-Engaged!
I seemed to be in a photographers-mode artistically (For some unknown reason). I placed the emptied hypodermic on the edge of a counter and put myself in front of it, thus having the steadier left hand free, to click the Nokia with.
Then took a snap of myself as I was placing the needle into the yellow Sharps Box.
Then I filled in the details in the City Care log. Then got the Health Checks done.
Oh, bloomin’ ‘ecky thump! Just look at the SYS and DIA readings!
I wonder if this is because I took the reading after doing the injection? I usually do it the other way around, BP first? Mmm! I’ll do a Google search to find out if I can. Hang on, back in a bit!
I’m glad I looked now. Got this bit of relative-to-me info about side-effects:
- An increased potential risk for dangerous protracted bleeding. (Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding?)
- Impaired haemostasis, including thrombocytopaenia (usually considered safe to give if platelets>50). (Well, I do have venous thromboembolic diseases, including Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis?)
- A recent ischaemic stroke (usually considered safe to give 1 month after the stroke) (Well, I do suffer from venous thrombosis (phlebitis) (Yes, I have Venous thrombosis [phlebitis])
- Uncontrolled severe hypertension (systolic BP> 200mmHg, diastolic BP> 100 mmHg)
- Diabetic retinopathy. (Well, I have just been diagnosed early last month as being diabetic?)
- Recent neuro- or ophthalmic surgery. (Well, this doesn’t ring any bells?)
I’m in the team for the first five side-affects. I’m glad that number four pointed out the systolic BP> 200mmHg, diastolic BP> 100 mmHg, not that I understand it all, mind you.
But the mention of Systolic BP and 200mmHg relates to today’s reading. Maybe?
I’ll look it up and try to find out just what it means. Okay, now I’m sorry I looked it up. I’ve not got the foggiest idea what it all means, so, best for me to forget it and not to do self-research on the web again! (But, I bet I will do!) I just don’t have the literacy to understand things enough. What with my dyscalculia, and since the stroke, arithmophobia. Hehehe! Shame!
I wonder if the prescriptions will arrive today, as promised by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store? I sense they might. But I’ve been wrong before!
I took the medications and got a calling from the suddenly rumbling innards for the Porcelain Throne being needed. So, hasty-hobble to the wet room.
Aha, a better session this time! Admittedly things took a while to kick-off. But when the action started, it was so much quicker and far less painful than it has been of late.
Although, I was nearly caught out by a late arrival of an after-torpedo, that noisily clunked out into the bowl unexpectedly! Luckily I had not moved as I was deep into the crossword book at the time. Phew! A smidge of bleeding, but not messy or over-odorous!
Cleaned things up, and off to the computer. Where I got very-belatedly on with updating the Friday post. Which took hours to finish. Better late than never? Got the link sent off. Only about five wee-wees were taken during these hours, all of the RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) variety.
Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and ate few seedless grapes.
Then set up a pose to photograph the poor toes and feet. I took it with the flash on, with the Nikon and it came out pretty much as the eye saw it through the lens-viewer for once. The excessive colouring, I put down to the flash being used.
The pain from the toes was worse than yesterday, and the right-foot Hallux Rigidus toe was starting to hide behind the other, digits! (Not so Rigidus nowadays, Haha!) The right big toe was painful when I tried to pull it away from under the next toe. Not good this, just what I needed, something else to give me grief! Globblegripes!
I went onto the WordPress reader for a while. Then caught up so very late, on Facebooking.
Then sudden fatigue arrived (So early in the day as well!) I’d better get the nosh going before I fall asleep. But no, I must not fall asleep at all, the prescriptions should be arriving. Confusionablities Reigns!
As I got in the hallway, I actually heard a plopping sound and went to investigate. Aha, it was the belated INR test results for the last two Vampire Nurse visits. They were for the 7th & 9th June. Next one on Monday. INR level, the 9th, 1.3, and the 10th 1.8, so on the way back up again. I envisage that my Monday, it will be within range and the Enoxaparin injections will cease. (He mutters, full of confidence. Haha!)
I took this snap from the kitchenette window, for two reasons. One, to show you why I keep mentioning the view-blocking status of the windows. The old ones, which were great, unlike these so-called upgraded ones, didn’t let the rain in, had just one sheet of glass to clean, and a 180° turn around for cleaning, the new ones have three panes of glass that cannot be reached by those of us with disabilities for washing. The designers who thought these unreachable to clean, light and view-blocking, thick-frames windows were suitable for elderly folks. The designers just must have been gerontophobia (hatred or fear of the elderly) sufferers! Sorry, got carried away there! Hehehe!
I spent a lot of time preparing this meal. It looked and smelt goodish. Once served up, I almost hastened to the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken-not-working rickety recliner. Put something on TV that had subtitles, and started to tuck into the meal!
A sausage and mouthful of potato salad later (15 seconds), the intercom chimed out. It was a lady volunteer, bless her, bringing me the prescriptions from the dentist. Great timing! Ah, I wrote the dentist; I meant Chemist. (Toothache Thomas on my mind!) Sorry! Fancy that, me making a mistake (Hahaha!)
I thanked her muchly for her kindness in helping me out.
They had sent a new Sharps Bin, and I tried to get the lid to fit on it. After several tries and dropping it a few times, I decided to get back to the fodder-eating duties and try the lid again later. Tsk!
Despite it going rather gone cold now, I ate up all of the meal. Still gave it a 6/10 for the Taste-Rating. Then got the pots washed, again a few dropsies, plenty of mess to clean up, but no injuries or breakages. Smug-Mode-Engaged! The view through the kitchen window, well, hanging perilously out of the window, was gorgeous. Look at those cloud formations! Bootiful!
I then got the Enoxaparin injection tended to.
For some reason, the needles hurt going in tonight. Methinks with Shaking Shaun already having made me drop a few items in the past hour, and make mistakes in the typing earlier, he may have had a min-bash at me as I was depressing the pushrod on the hypodermic? I did a bit of rearranging in the old waste bin and made some room to get more in. Smug-Mode-Adopted again! Hehe!
I got the Nottingham Care sheets updated in the folder.
I took the medications and treated the various parts of my magnificent, manly, youthful, honed and toned body in need of it. ““
I got settled down back into the £300, secondhand, c1968, none-operational, rickety recliner, and turned on the TV, with the headphones on. I was soon off in the land of Sweet Morpheous!
But not for long, I sprang awake thinking I’d been in the land of Nod for hours and realised it had only been for a couple of minutes. Grufflemoan! And was, I thought, in need of the Porcelain Throne. All the signs were there, the sharp innards stabbings, the escapages of little puffs of wind from the rear end, etc.
So I climbed out of the recliner, caught my balance, grabbed the walking stick and off to the wet room – Stubbing my toe against the Ottoman en route! Argh!
No time for self-moaning over the pain, I was sure I was at risk of a major embarrassment, and would not make it to the Throne in time! I dropped the PPs going through the door, and landed with a thud on the seat… and waited, had a go at the crossword book, bided my time, waited, whistled, picked my nose, and ended up praying for some action, movement or activity from the rear quarters. But it was not to be. Whatever was inside the innards wanting to be released, felt rock solid, and apart from a weak unwilling wee-wee, and some passing of wind, nothing moved!
I’d been caught out like this before. A week or two ago, in the same situation, I got up to return to wherever I was, and ‘things’ started, and I did not make it back to the wet room in time! Jolly disconcerting and embarrassing! So, I held my ground, and started on the crosswording as I waited, and waited, and waited! Nope, nothing moved!
I decided to take a sachet of Macrogol. Off to the kitchen, glad I did now, the evening sun-down view was great!
I made myself a spring water and orange cordial drink. Ate a few seedless grapes and returned to the £300, c1968 recliner.
I’m taking it that I fell asleep almost straight away. Because there are no memories available to draw on in the grey-cells box. Hey-ho!