Cool TFZers, at the Cool-It-Cabin
Monday 24th August 2020:
Welsh: Dydd Llun 24 Awst 2020
02:30hrs: I woke up, struggled up out of the £300, second-hand, uncomfortable, grotty, sickeningly-beige-coloured, c1968, rickety recliner, with the innards in a state of turmoil, grinding away.
I think that the innards are far from settled yet, I got Metal Mickey and wobbled off to the wet room for a wee-wee. Although I might not have bothered, a minuscule spot of spraying droplets all over me and the wet-room furniture was a much as I could manage. And that took me some effort.
I did see that the, what I thought was a dying-off leg ulcer, seems more likely to in a transportation-mode! It definitely is moving up the leg and towards the centre of the shin, now? Spreading out, but not inflamed at all?
Got things cleaned up, and off to the kitchenette. The BP readings, Sys was down on yesterday, but still too high! The body temperature read as 84.4°f.
Somehow, during the photographing of the sphygmomanometer, I knocked some morning tablets and a capsule off of the counter. What a farce it was trying to find them! I managed to get two of the escapees, but the Pentoxifylline capsule was unfindable, but I may discover it later in the day; when I’m bound to drop something else and search for that? Hahaha! I took the medications, bar one, of course.
I thought I’d take shots of the same area, facing the kitchenette window. Both in Auto-mode. One with the flash off, the one with it switched on.
Well, the flash certainly works on the Nikon! Hehehe!
I’m glad it did, I’ve been looking for the new grotty reseda-green trousers for a while now, I spotted them hanging with the airing laundry in the window. Why there? No idea! Still, I’m glad I found them.
I got the updating done of the Sunday post and made up a template. Made a brew of Glengettie tea. During the time of doing these actions. I had five more MSD (Minuscule-SPraying-Droplets wee-wees!)
Pinterested a few photos, sent off the link, went on Facebooking (I hate the new layout), then had a perusal of the WordPress Reader.
Made a start on this blog and had to visit the Porcelain Throne. I got the crossword book put.
Well, things have started to change in this department at last. I got down, splutter, splash, and all over in seconds! I thought this was a good sign; until I rose from the Throne. The evacuated product had disappeared from view altogether without any flushing (liquid?), the passing was so painful I felt sure solids had returned? And as for bleeding! Another load of washing and cleaning and sanitising needed! No point in medicationalisationing yet, I can do that with the ablutioning.
I spent an hour or so, updating this post, in between wee-weeing, of course. Then realised it was gone time to get the ablutions and medicalisationing done. I have to get a move on, just in case the Iceland delivery or Vampire Nurse arrives earlier than planned!
Back in a bit… Now I’ve found the trews, I decided to leave the black ones to soak in the bowl, while I tended to the ablutions.
I’m back! What an amazingly successful ablutioning session, mind you, the medicationalisationing didn’t go too well. Dropsies of only four, teeth-cleaning, shaving showering and drying off! Oh, yes! Medicationing, about ten! And a tumble.
Well, I suffered one of Peripheral Neuropathy Pete’s involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went, but it was in slow motion of sorts. How come? As I grabbed various things to stop the fall but failed each time, I tried something else to get a hold of, so it was a plunge in stages, so as to speak. Clearing most of the stuff off of the floor cabinet as I went. Tsk! Got a scratch above the left foot’s little toe in the process of the mock-dance that seemed to have elements of a soft-shoe-shuffle, the twist, and a waltz in it. Hahaha!
I sorted myself out, got the trousers and slippers on, and poddled to the kitchen, to get the black pants washed. I think, with it being the first wash, it took so many rinses to clear the soap and water.
They might be cheap but are thick materialed trews, so it will take a long time to dry. I got them done, wrung and hung to dry on one of the new coat hangers. Hopefully, doing it this way, the creases will part-fall-out with the water, or not! I expect them to be dry enough to wear, sometime around Christmas or New Year.
I took a photograph of the clouds and sky from the kitchenette window, with some of the City Centre high rise buildings highlighted in the morning sunshine as it came out from behind, to greet us good morning.
I got on with updating this post. Then I made a brew of Glengettie, and the agony from the back teeth when I sipped the brew… Argh! I’ll have to ask someone to phone the Dentist for me, to see if they can fill the three bothersome teeth for me.
I got an email from Ingeus, the quomodocunquizing, profit-seeking private company, who run the diabetes courses for the NHS. It oozes compassion, empathy and understanding, doesn’t it? Bearing in mind, I have spoken to four of their impatient representatives (well, one of them was alright, and was patient with my stuttering and lack of hearing!), and it was hard work.
Decided? Did I have any choice? I told them of my problem getting onto the Zoom sight they use for lessons. No advice was given, not that I could hear everything they were saying properly anyway.
And I eventually got on and was given an access number. Later, when the course was due to start, this number was not recognised! The frustration was making me ill. So I told the last caller, I would have NO OPTION but to wait until the face-to-face meetings started because it was physically impossible for me to get on-line! And if had, my saccades and lack of hearing would be such a hassle in any group discussion I could not partake in. And Stuttering Stephanie would surely have made the other participants really pissed-off!
I got, “Well, I’ll have to contact your GP and tell them…” The tone of voice, although masked, was quickly interpreted by my keen EQ. Annoyance!
I’ll ignore this email if I die then so be it. They, even the Doctor, seems to have no idea how difficult things are; when one can’t hear on phones, at times even speak (Stephanie), and am in some pain of one sort or another all day and every day, and dropping things or walking into things!
So what do they do after all that, tell me to phone them!
Niggleclumps! and Granglespithowlations! Gits!
No, I had a change of mind! I’ll try the number to see if it is a face-to-face or computer link. Bloody Marvellous! A rushed recorded message, of which I did catch a few random words. Ingeus… Diabetes… between 09:00hrs and… training purposes… longer than usual… I’m pissed-off again!
The door chime rang out, it was the Iceland delivery cometh. Not a lot today, some slightly naughty options had been ordered! Hehe!
I got the bags into the kitchen and put away the frozen first. Battered fish fillets, and a pack of the Chinese belly pork, but there was not enough room for this box, so I put them in the fridge to cook later one (cunning, eh?) Belly pork and baked beans, that sounded like a decent choice?
But, no bread sent from Iceland as a substitute for the not available wholemeal bread thins. Fear not, I took out a pack of Sourdough muffins from the freezer, to thaw them out. I got the fridge things stacked and crammed in. Hehehe!
I’d just about got everything away, and the intercom rang out. But it stopped in a few seconds. Obviously, the Vampire Nurse had been let in by a resident. Hristina arrived and let herself in, and soon took my blood, and we had a mini-natter into the bargain. Lovely! ♥
I added these details to the blog. Then got the black bags made up, and onto the three-wheeler. I got a bit of an insecure feeling, of whether I’d left the taps running in the kitchen, so diverted to have a check on things. All okay, and I spotted a rarity that deserved snapping. A space in the car park!
I returned to the hallway and finished off the loading of the three-wheeler walking trolley, with the bags. Definitely going to be a dodgy hobble with this load, to the waste-chute room. Haha!
But once done, I’d only have the one white recycling bag that needed taking down and out to the caretakers big green bin left to do, then. I took the smaller Canon camera with me, safe in the pocket of the jacket. It’s got a strong wristlet strap on it. I always try to make sure I use it, especially when taking shots from the window.
I got the depositing of the bags done easily enough, but I caught my already injured left little toe between the trolley and doorframe as I reversed out of the little room. Grobbledamitt!
To and down in the lift, and through the people-less foyer, out into the fresh air. It was a grand feeling, even if the agony from the toe bothered me. (A bit of sympathy seeking there, Sorry! Haha! Out and put the bag where the bin usually is but isn’t today. Crossed the road, and took this picture of my beloved Woodthorpe Court from the car park on Chestnut Walk. I took hobble along, taking photos en route.
These flowers, battling to produce new buds, were nearby the sloping tiles to the roadway, directly opposite the modern, extra care Winwood Court entrance. Bootiful!
I saw my first person to talk to as I was snapping the new building. Ray, or Roy… er maybe it was Frank, on his disability scooter said good morning, (I think that’s what he said, anyway, Hehehe!) as I moved into the bushes to allow him to pass by.
I went further up Chestnut Walk, enough to get to take this photograph, of the impressive looking Winchester Court. I’m somewhat taken to the colouring that Nottingham City Homes have given the building now.
I went back and over the Walk into the Windwood Court Extra Care building, and left to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) office.
Where, I’m delighted to tell you that I had a little gossip, with Riechsfuhreress and Desktop Dancer Warden Julie, and Catwalk Model, Oberscharfuhreress Warden, Deana.
The highlight of the day, being able to have a chinwag! I really hope I can get outside proper soon, it’s driving me crazy having to stay inside and suffering Herbert’s noises!
On my way back to Woodthorpe Court, I stopped to take a close picture from the base of the Court. Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis when I as leant back taking the snap. Tsk! If it’s not one ailment, it’s another! Feeling a bit of self-pity there, sorry, it won’t happen again.
I got my strong, burly, ripped-stomached, muscular, magnificently-honed body into the main foyer of the building. Alright, I got my wobbly, short, gigantically-bellied body inside the building! Nick-picking! Hahaha!
Got to the elevators, and sent the contractor’s lift, that was on the ground floor up, and pressed the call button again, to get the resident’s cage to come down. As I took this photograph of the electronic notice board in the lift lobby, the picture on it was changing.
I got inside the flat, put the walker in the corner, and got the kettle on. Took the computer out of sleep mode, and Herbert dropped something on his floor. Twice, then the tapping and knocking continued on and off, for many hours again. Not that I’m complaining, and won’t do, last time, and the only time I did, I got told off. ‘He’s a wonderful man doing models for charity’ I was told. Oh, I’m sorry about that! But surely they can’t throw me out for saying what is actually happening? Oh, maybe they can! I’d better keep my gob shut then?
I opened a can of curried beans, and put some of the Hoisin sauce to them to marinate until needed with the Chinese belly pork slices. And I pressed on with updating for this blog.
Hello, Herberts stopped making any noise, I do hope he’s not poorly.
I went to make another mug of Glengettie tea. I stirred the beans in the saucepan, and nibbled one – Argh! Earlier, I’d put in the liquid smoke by mistake for the Hoisin sauce! It was an odd flavour! I put some Hoisin in, I’ve no idea what I’m doing at times!
Back to the computer, and made a Morrison order up online. I got it in for 12:00 > 1300hrs, on Tuesday 1st September, the very date triggered my EQ as I typed it, and is not well-starred for some reason. Oh, dearie me!
Got it accepted, then Josie rang the door chimes, she was returning the things from the Sunday lunch. She said the meal was fine, but I think she was being kind to me. Bless her! She returned the goodies carrier bag again.
Getting tired and the fatigue is returning now, along with Shaking Shaun and Shirley. Better get the pork in the oven, in case I nod-off or something. Got the pork, poured a drop of Hoisin on each of the little pieces, and got it in the oven.
Clunk thud! Ah, Herbert’s alright. He’s not been so bad today, no teeth-shaking drilling or bashing of the hammer. Much betterer!
Pressed on with this post for twenty-minutes, then went to check on the meat.
I moved the drying on the coathanger black trousers, into the sunshine in the kitchen window, they seemed to be drying-off a lot quicker than I had anticipated.
I got the tray out to eat the meal off of, and discovered last nights medications! So, I missed them again. Dumbo!
But no one has called me about the INR results or new dosages for the week, neither the surgery, nor the Anticoagulation, & Deep Vein Thrombosis Warfarin Clinic?
Got the meal served up, and the cooking things in the sink to soak for cleaning later with the dish and other items.
The sourdough muffins, were the perfect thing for dipping in the beans sauce, Mmm!
An odd flavour in the beans, (accidentally putting in the liquid smoke, is the cause of this) but they had a certain palatableness. Gave this a flavour rating of 7/10.
I got the pots washed, took the evening medications from yesterday. Tsk!
The marks from the morning toe-stubbing have already nearly cleared away. What an odd metabolism I have? Hahaha!
Sleep came a bit quicker tonight. So, there is a chance that if anyone had called me, I would not have heard or seen the flashing landline. After an hour or so of perfect bliss, the waking up and Thought Storms began. Hogwash!
6 thoughts on “Inchcock – Monday 24th August 2020: Yee-ha, got a proper little chinwag in!”
That last photo of your left foot looks like it suffered a third-degree burn or a hoisin-sauce spill — looked as if the middle toes might just fall off. Wor a metabolism indeed. The earlier left-foot with the shuffle/twist/waltz cut looks much happier.
Nothing quite like a chinwag to lift the spirits in these strange, isolation-riddled times.
And Morpheous is hard to find on the best of days.
Well, that’s amazing, Billumski. A few nights ago, I dreamed of my toes falling off! Another link?
Moody things these feet! Haha!
I hope Lisa and yourself are managing Sweet Morpheusing easier?
I think my taking the extra Codeines to counter the toothache helped me to get to sleep a little easier, but of course it caused havoc in Diahorrea Duncan department. Hahaha!
Sich kümmern, Mon Ami’s
Perhaps I’ve channeled your dreams in a Morpheous moment? Very glad to read that the toes have not actually fallen off. Whew!
Diarrhea Duncan frequents both of us here — fortunately our porcelain throne is mere steps away (at the time they seem like mere miles though 🙂
Hahaha! I keep changing from solid to liquid, Billumski. I understandum about the get-ther-or-not problem.
Good job I’ve got Senna & Diahorrea pills in stock!
You toes look terrible. Nice you got a mini natter with you lovely vampire. Good looking ribs and dinner.
Terribel Toes, that’s athought for an ode?
A veritable feast, Sir!