Inchcock Today – Thursday 29th October 2020: A surprise late visit from the Matron – that cheered me up, girded my loins!

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Thursday 29th October 2020

Galician: Xoves 29 de Outubro de 2020

00:00hrs: I woke-up wanting a wee-wee, and wheedled my way out of the c1968 recliner. Caught my balance, and grabbed Metal-Micky, and wondered wobbly off to the wee-wee room. Not that much came out, but at least the bladder is more willing to try this morning. Hehe!

Still, variety is the spice of life. Which nit-wit first said that?

Cleaned up, and wandered off to the kitchen, to get the Health Checks done. The thermometer gave a reading of only 32.4°c?  That’s flaming low? What’s going of here?

Then the Boots BP sphygmomanometerisationing showed the SYS to be the opposite, really high again?

Confusion reigns! Which is another way of saying, everything is normal then!

Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and set about creating a template for, and then creating a blog about yesterday’s Escape to town, pictorially and in rhyme, of sorts. It took me many hours, but I was reasonably pleased with the result. Emailed the link, and posted off the blog.

I made a start on updating yesterday’s IT (Inchcock Today) and stuck at it with resolve and determination. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters mainly caused this, and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) had both died down at the same time and were being very cooperative with me. Oh, Yes!

I got it finished, emailed the link, posted it off top WordPress, Pinterested the photos, did some Facebooking updating, and then got the new Warfarin dosages and checked them. Then I took the Dioctyl® stool softener capsule.

Then had a perusal of the WordPress Reader section. Missed it yesterday with the escape to town farce. Lots of good posts today.

I did an Iceland order in response to their Email Priority reminder. I made the order for next Tuesday, 3rd November 2020, between 08:00 hrs > 10:00 hrs. I’ve only just spent enough to get free delivery, so I hope that they are not out of stock on anything that will bring the total too low.

I used to think that Iceland was not very good at packing food, but Sainsbury’s have taken the lead now, as the most discourteous, food damaging, lousy substitute-pickers, and running out of stock, stores now! Mind you, Tesco did me bad one day, sent a wall clock with the food, and it was broken when it arrived – I didn’t get a reply or refund from them, so no trade from me since! Although to be honest, Asda has sent me some silly stuff as substitutes, in the past. I’m running out of stores to ban! Hehehe!

I got some waste bags made up, and took them in the three-wheeler-walking guide to the waste-chute room.

Unfortunately, I trapped my right hand on the microscopically small metal opening, just after taking this photograph Humph!

On my way back to the flat across the lift lobby, with throbbing knuckles (Haha!), I saw how splendidly welcoming, and originally colourful and gay the new decor looked in the dim lighting.

Still determined, I got on with the template and made a start on this blog. Dusty’s tune rang froth from the door alarms, and before I could get up, Matron Jackie was in the room with me. So nice to see her!

She said she was in the block to see someone else and she’s decided to call in to see how I was going on with the bladder and bowel problems. I explained about the wee-wee colourings, but at last, they were getting lighter again, and the porcelain Throne visits are soggier. Hehehe! The gave me her units number in case I need any help in future.

Gave me a temperature check, during which I showed her the results from the new forehead thermometer, and the reading she’d taken, was 2°c higher. So she tried it with the Amazon one, and it was way lower. Told me not to use it, as it was well out of sync.

  Then, Jackie got my ear thermometer out and had a look at it, and told me not to use it with the cones on it, I tried, and it worked this way! I’ll use this again in future.

Then she had a look at the furuncle on my rear quarters. (I was a little Red-faced at this. Haha!) It is not a boil, but she wasn’t sure what it was, but she cared enough to tell me to keep an eye on it and call her if it doesn’t clear up in a week. We laughed my keeping an eye on it, Hahaha! 

She even took away the used Enoxaparin needle box for me! What a gal!

I felt really cared about and for, with he helpful attitude, and was cheered up so much! After she had gone, I began to sink again, but it was so good having her call unexpectedly! Thanks, Matron Jackie, ♥

I took this photo of the City Hospital earlier, and phoned Pete to see how he was going, he’s just finished his radiation sessions but is now suffering from bad sickness. A horrible time he’s going through, naturally worried, but coping with it well, I think.

I’ve got the Doctor to visit in the morning, CDH checks, I must remember to take a sample with me.

Got te meal ready, not one of my best efforts by along chalk. Flavour-Rating only 5/10.

I think I got the ‘blues’ a little; this always happens after a cheering-up visit from the Matron or nurse, and the realisation that I am all alone again.

Did the pots, got a wash and the TV on. Sweet Morpheous was reluctant to enfold me tonight, and the flaming Thought-Storms started. Hey-ho!

8 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Thursday 29th October 2020: A surprise late visit from the Matron – that cheered me up, girded my loins!

  1. So you gave Jackie your own blue moon? The mysterious furuncleization is not a boil? Perhaps it’s a moon rock stuck in your blue moon. She told you to “stick in your ear” to take your temperature? You know you can read your temperature off your bare wrist with your forehead thermometer? Try it and see what reading you get compared to the earwig thermometer. Your dinner was so well arranged and looked great to get a failing score.

    • Aha, now you mentioned it, Tim, the mysterious non-furuncle, could be the work of the aliens and Goblins do you think?

      Her instructions were followed this morning, and I got a 35.3° from the ear-hole. Then tried the forehead thingy and got 33.8°, just now I had a go at the wrist with the gun, and got 32.2°.
      I’m easly confused, you know. Hehe!

      The nosh was a surprise to me, too. It might be the departure of Jackie that cause it?

      Got to go to the doctors this lunchtime, CDH checks, and then gringe, grovel, apologise… and tell them I missed the appointment for my flu-jab, oh, dearie me!

      Cheers, taketh care.

  2. Good on Jackie for volunteering furuncle duty, also liked her remark about your keeping an eye on it. 🙂 Hoping it clears up very soon. Sir!
    It’s no problem at all for me to catch a scratch from a too-narrow item, such as that chute and sock glide.
    Gremlins hide in such places.
    Variety, is it the furuncle of life?
    Cheers (and tears)!?!
    Here’s something none of us wish for, or something that gives pause at the very least:

    • “Variety, is it the furuncle of life?” I like it!

      Have to rush, got to get the things ready for the CDH checks, and get to the doctors on time, buitthey will not let anyone in beofre time for their appointment nowadays (the letter says), no toilets will be open either.
      Busy, yes, but it could be interesting… Tsk!
      Try ti find time 4 link later, mate.

      • Well then, it is settled — 2 ayes, 0 nays. Know all men by these presents:

        Variety is the furuncle of life.

        I have asked Dr. Google how this might be rendered in Latin. Herewith, Dr. G’s translation:

        Varietas est furunculus vitae.

        Hahaha and 🙂 🙂 🙂

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