Inchcockski – Wed 11 Nov 20: Part Two: The continuing medical-mayhem, madness and mental maelstroms!

About to become a reality, and drive me bonkers!

Wednesday 11th November 2020 – Part Two

I had a snack of some Morrison’s crushed Frazzles and their reshaped and squashed mini raspberry and vanilla rolls, with an absolutely foul, crap, bitter, irony-tasting decaffeinated tea. Eurgh! I didn’t get beyond taking two small tentative slurps of the poison!

I got on with the updating of this blog, in between done, in between diversions to make graphics in between.

A couple of hours later, nipping into the kitchen, to prep and cook the dinner. I took a couple of shots of the view outside.

Billumski, the Obergruppenführer the ORCMC (Ohio Red Car Monitoring Services), will note that three of them were on the site today, at 15:00hrs.

I was getting a bit wearier and decided to pack-up (losing concentration now). And get the meal tended to.

While ding this, I got a definite warning from my EQ. ‘Be prepared’ – ‘Incoming Hassle! I’m afraid he is rarely wrong! But I still ignored his caution.

Doing the prepping went almost smoothly. Of course, there were the usual dropsies, care of Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, and the occasional shaking from SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley).

Which at the time got me irritated, but it was nothing compared to the EQ warned-about mental-hassle I was to suffer later.

The meal was passable, but of course, the following events ensured that I would not eat even half of it, thanks to the highest ever amount of telephone calls I’ve ever received and had to make. I’ve no doubt missed some off, and got them in the wrong chronological order, but I just had to vent my frustrations!


I was feasting away on the Chilli-Con-Carni, soaking up the gravy with the bread rolls. Feeling almost contented, at the taste of the fodder, and thought of getting my head down afterwards, as very appealing… but it was fated not to be!

Matron Jackie called me. She questioned me as to the situation with the Dioctyl®, ascertained other health conditions, and said she would call the Doctor to get some Poo-Softeners added to the monthly prescriptions. Bless her! ♥

Back to the meal, but it was too cold to enjoy, so I just dunked the cob in the gravy…

Someone from the Cardiac Monitoring team called. About the thrice-cancelled follow-up appointment. He/she (I wasn’t sure) wanted to know if I was available on November 27th, and could I get to the hospital for 17:00hrs, as Consultant Mr Chamkanni will be available then, it would be best if I could, because he was present when the mechanical valve replacement operation was carried out. I had a look at the Google Calendar and said yes, I could get there. After I’d rang off, that it dawned on me; 17:00hrs, that’ll mean no kip then. Getting home will have to be a taxi. Hey-ho!

Back to the meal, but it was beyond salvation. I gathered everything up and off to the kitchen to get the washing up done…

The landline came to life again. Back to the telephone…  giving myself a decentish Toe-Stubbong Thomas en route. Argh! It was the Doctors Surgery.

She told me that the prescription for the tablets had been sent to the Chemists. Who informed her that they would not be delivering any prescriptions again. ‘Could you collect them?’ I pointed out that the Government letter I received, had the clear message; ‘You must not visit any chemists!’ on it.

Actually, I found out I was wrong when I reread the paperwork (Fool!) She said the only thing they could think of, was to get a taxi to pick up medicines, ‘Would you like me to arrange one for you?’ I was confused and dithering a bit and uncertain of what to do.

Back to the washing up, with my head all in a muddle. I decided to ring the surgery back, to ask them to arrange a taxi. On the eighth attempt, I got through. Okay, she says, you can arrange one then! The only thing I could do now was to pester Jenny again, explain things and beg her to arrange a cab for me, to collect the tablets and bring them to the flat. I’d be lost without Jen’s help. ♥

Before I could get to ring her, the landline was flashing again! It was the Eurologist to check on the progress with the bladder and bowels. She was on the line of ages, assessing, questioning etc. bless her. I was losing track of the conversation. But hse did tell me four times during the call, that they will not be able to supply me with any PPs, only pads. (Cost-cutting and saving time, with the Pandemic and all that). Same as when they told me that they would not be cutting my toenails again on the last visit. They are getting long and uncomfortable again already.

She wore me down with wanting me to try the pads, and I gave in, she said she’d send me some. Then she launched into demanding that I: stop drinking all teas apart from decaffeinated, and all drinks that are carbonated! Mmm!

I called Jenny and explained my situation with the tablets, and what the surgery told me to do about getting a taxi to collect them. Jen was most understanding and calm about me harassing her again ♥. She kindly said she’d call them, and ring back to let me know what’s what. I thanked her muchly and got back to the washing up again.

I was in a bit of a picklement now. Drained mentally, confused, discombobulated, anxious and fazed somewhat. Dizzy Dennis came on, and Duodenal Donald started to give me a heck of a pasting. There seemed so many ailments at the same time; I think Anne Gyna was in there with them somewhere! Hahaha!

The landline lit again. Jenny told me she’d arrange a cab for me, and it will be coming, and the driver will bring it up to the flat. What a compassionate woman!

It was the taxi driver who was calling. But I could not make out most of what the chap was saying, the accent and my bad hearing being the cause! But I felt sure he was outside somewhere on Chestnut Walk.

I pestered Jenny again to advise her of the taxi, and she said she’d go down to collect the tablets from the driver, pay him and bring them up to me at the flat for me. What an Angel! ♥

As anticipated, it was Jenny. She had her caring hat on, and spent some time talking with me, and encouragingly about my current problems. She’ll never know how much that helped! (Well, she will when she reads this of course. Hehe!) ♥ She’d not only ordered the taxi for me and gone down and paid the man, but also brought the medicines to the flat for me! ♥ And offerred to help in fetching next months prescriptions for me! ♥

I got the capsules taken with the other evening medications, got down in the c1968 recliner, and soon flaked out! At last, my worries were reduced, and precious sleep was mine!

Thank heavens for Jenny being there for me, again! ♥

Inchcockski – Wed 11th Nov 20: Part One, The start of medical-mayhem, madness and mental maelstrom!

TGZer Gals – Yee-Ha!

Wednesday 11th November 2020

Maori: Wenerei 11th Noema 2020

01:10hrs: I woke up with embarrassing warm wet trickling, from the PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble), and the PPs filling up! I was in a desperate need to get to the wet room in time!

I feel strongly enough about this, so I should explain the situation I find myself in here: Last evening, I realised why the wee-weeing had died down so much (I think). The month before last, the nurse asked the chemist if they could take the Furesomide tablets out of the pods because I do not need them all the time. She was told, No chance, they have to go in the pods. Fair do’s, I can cope. The Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, then took them out of this month’s pods, and I didn’t realise it. Hence, the weeing dried up, and last night I’d just taken one Fursomide tablet – (Furosemide is a type of medicine called a diuretic. (I looked all this up later) It’s used to treat high blood pressure, heart failure and oedema (a build-up of fluid in the body). It’s also sometimes used to help you pee when your kidneys aren’t working properly. Diuretics are sometimes called “water pills/tablets” because they make you pee more.)  Boy, they are good!

Fancy that, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Road, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, lying to me again! Then, not informing me of the changed medications, that they told the nurse they could not do, either! After looking it up on Google, I find they are also for my high blood-pressure, No wonder it’s shot up this month. Grobbleknackleballs!

I wonder what the odds are that Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, will have killed me before Christmas? Evens, I reckon at this rate!

Back to the chronological time-schedule;

Somehow or other, it was a bit of a miracle really, I got up, caught my balance, stampeded blunderingly to the wet room. Neally falling over Metal Mickey as I got the stick tangle up with my legs in a rush. But got there in time, but of course, the wee-wee was of the FFEA (Furious-Forceful-Ending-Abruptly) mode. But wisdom and experience told me to stay where I was, and I did! Sure enough, the AMD (After-Micturition-Dribbling) started a minute or so later, and went on and on for ages.

Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy. I then had the PP’s to pack ready for disposal, the spray from the wee and after dribbling too. From the wet room furniture, floor, then the weighty but flobby, body to clean up, and antisepticise the place! Get new PP’s on, dressed, and as I left to go to the kitchen.

I don’t know about doing the medications, health checks and making a brew, I felt like I’d been up for hours and was feeling so weary, I felt like going back to bed! Tsk!

However, being the brave, heroic type of man I am, I pressed on. Ahum!

I got the sphygmomanometerisationing done first. As I expected, thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Road, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, the BP SYS was even higher again today. Thunderclaps!

For some reason, the temperature was well lower than of late. I’ll think up a reason to blame Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Road, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, later. Hehehe!

Now, here’s another mind-boggler, in the shape of the next picture along on the SD card. Why did I take it? I can’t recall doing so? Perhaps it is something to do with Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Road, Carrin… I’ll have to stop blaming them! Hehehe! No doubt, most likely, perhaps, maybe I’ll remember it later on, or not.

I took a snap thought the balcony window, my giving a friendly wave and smile whilst snapping it. But I had the flash on so made a mess of it.

I tried again, without the flash on, I thought it would come out better, but I’m afraid that SSS (Suddering-Shoulder-Shirley) had a go at me. So a sort of ghostly appearance showed up. Hahaha!

I got on with making a Template up, then worked away like a good un, on yesterdays blog updating. SSS kept putting an appearance in, no doubt Nicolas’s Neurotransmitters are waiting for a more inopportune time to have a crack at me, and do more damage and upsetting me. I’ve noticed that lately!

The flaming ‘Hum’ seemed very loud again. It took me a good while, but I finished the updating and posted it off to WordPress. Emailed the link. Caught up on Facebooking. Then a summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

The struggle twixt Trotsky Terence and Constipation Konrad, was a one-way affair again, a 3-0 win to Konrad! Gawd-blimey it a rock-hard, painful, far bloodier, and even bigger than yesterdays dollop! Very uncomfortable.

I went to make another brew of tea, got sidelined to go back for another pee. Washed and made the brew of Thompsons Punjana tea.

I decided to get the ablutions done, just in case any of the nurses called to see me. This session was one of the bestest for a while now.

  • The split tooth was a bit sore, but it stopped after the teeth-cleaning was finished with.
  • The shaving I took extra care about after yesterday’s left the bloodied shower area looking like something out of Phycho!
  • The shaving went a lot betterer too! Only a few dropsies and two tiny nicks.
  • The shower brought on the heavy-brigade of ailments this morning. Dizzy Dennis, but his visit was very short, and I soon regained my balance.
  • Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, but that was also short, it only lasted for a few seconds, I’say 30 at most? Nice!
  • Only one clout against the grab rail, and fortunately at that time, Nicolas’s Neurotransmitters were on strike, and I hardly felt a thing. Hahaha!
  • The left ankle blotch is clearing up, well, so is the right one too!
  • The new left wrist, whatever it is, has almost disappeared as well! I mustn’t get too excited!

  • The body is looking a little wane and pale again.
  • I even walked out after doing the medicating, freshening up, and getting dressed, without hitting or banging into anything!
  • Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I got on with the updating of this blog. The landline burst forth, it was a lady from Nottingham City Care, asking about my flu jab. I explained that I’d had it. I mentioned about the Poo getting rock-hard again, and I only had four of the Dioctyl® Poop-softeners left, none arrived with the prescriptions. She said she’ll tell Matron Jackie, for me. I thanked her muchly. ♥

Then I got the small waste bags made up and put in the large carton.

Then things went all out-of-sync like, became very confusing and panicky, mayhem-ridden, and my health took a worrying dive…

Update and part two of this Wednesday Diary to follow… I hope!