♥ Paradise! ♥
Sunday 20th December 2020
After taking the missed evening medications, the first thing I did, was to get the Saturday post updated and posted off, well, after a wee-wee of course. No Glengettie brewing, washing or even catching my balance. Not going to be a good day, methinks!
The brekkers, Super Noodles with added made-up gravy, and a few bread-thins to
Onto the computer again, and then needed to respond to the call to the Porcelain Throne. Off to the wet-room, hoping for a more comfortable session today.
Still, it might be more benevolent not to mention it. Especially while the pandemic is on, and now the New-Strain of Covid-19 being discovered, that can transmit more easily, cause more serious symptoms or render the vaccine useless. (Mr Google told me this)
Back to the computer, to start this blog going. The wee-wees were increasing in frequency, and reducing in power and volume each visit. I neglectedly got the Saturday blog posted to WordPress, emailed the link, Pinterested a few snaps, and visited the TFZ and Winwood Heights Facebook pages. Then on the WordPress Reader, and did some comment reading and replying on WordPress.
Head down doing updating and graphics in between. (I’m adopting an industrious mode!) Hahaha!
As I was starting to think about what I had in for Josies Sunday meal, the left eye suddenly became stiff-lidded, and very itchy. Ah, well, I thought, I’ll get the ablutions done and that will free-up any gink that might have gotten into the eye, no pain with it, but it blurred the vision too much for me to stay on the computer anyway.
I think I found myself whistling contentedly as I got the zip-up jacket in the bowl to soak wash, then I went to get the ablutions done.
I hastened through the ablutioning and got the maroon jacket washing and hung wet as speedily as I could. I intended to ring the
Recorded questions, with keypad numbers to press in answer was gone through. Back to the music!
Another set of recorded questions came on, all about Coronavirus, tests, symptoms etc. that went on for ages. I’m not sure I heard the questions correctly a couple of times, so I guessed which option to press. Back to the music!
A live lady came on the line and began questioning some more. Nice sounding pleasant, patient woman, with my stuttering, and went through all my details. A methodical list of prompted questions and a set of inquiries as to what happened, then my medical history (that took half an hour).
The lady left to talk to her medical clinician. Colin Cramps was giving me some hassle with holding the phone for such a long time with the arm bent. Back to the music!
Then the lady returned to eye-related questions, and returned to talk to her advisor came on. Back to the music!
I called at Josie’s to explain I would not be able to do her Sunday lunch. Poor gal had a shock when she saw the eye. Told me to let her know how things are when I return from the hospital. I rushed back to the flat and started thinking about the things I might need to take with me, but I didn’t get far, the intercom rang out a few minutes later. I buzzed them in, they were confirming I needed an ambulance, then returned to the vehicle to get the gear. So I waited near the intercom panel, and they buzzed again and were in the flat telling me to sit down straight away, so I did.
The two paramedics did various tests, and among them, the SYS came out, as the man said; ‘Perfect SYS at 154. This always happens, I get a reading earlier like today of 176, and the medicals get 154 a few hours later?
Off to the Queens Medical Centre, in a wheelchair, so that might be fun getting back home without the three-wheeled walker-guide! The ambulance man took my keys and fetched the walking stick for me from the flat.
At least I had got something right, the Paramedic told me on the way, (had a nice natter en route too!) that the call came through and they were now late getting their lunch-break, but he was smiling as he told me. Adding, ‘We get a £10 bonus if we are late getting our break. I replied, “You’re welcome lads!” thinking it was funny. They didn’t look amused. Oh, dear!
I only saw one other patient all the time I was there.
I enjoyed hearing the staffs laughter and banter in the background.
A young lady arrived, and again hearing things was not easy, but she was patient with me not hearing and my Stuttering Stephanie problem. She asked questions there in the reception. Examined the dodgy eye and put some drops in it. She left saying she’ll be back – an Arnie fan no doubt, Hehehe!
An hour or so later, another lady arrived and wheeled me into a room, running the wheel of the deckchair into her foot. Poor thing! Oh, I put deckchair… I meant a wheelchair. She did the vitals checks again, I asked her what the SYS was, 164.
Back to the waiting room. Fell asleep. Woken up by the nice lady, and she wheeled me into her room. All the checks were done again, the BP, the… I’ve forgotten what its called, where they stick the stickers on around you arms legs, chest etc. I asked this lady what the SYS reading was, down to 154 now! That’s good in two hours.
The clinician said after checking the eyes thoroughly that I had a burst, a blood vessel. She was ordering some Chloramphenicol antibiotic Eye Drops, and Carmellose eye drops. (I couldn’t remember the names obviously, I took them off of the cartons in the morning) One to used five times a day and kept in the fridge, the other four times a day. (Instant fretting mode-adopted) With the medications, tablets capsules, medicines and creams I’m already on, all I could do that time was get more confused and acknowledge that Accifauxpas are certain to be in the offing, now!
I was wheeled out to the waiting area again. An hour or so later, the lady returned and put in one of the drops, saying she would return (Arnie?) and put the other drops in later.
I hobbled into the wetroom, to take a snap in the better lighting of the condition of the eye. Do you like my waterproof Andy Cap? Haha!)
Anyway, I investigated what was in these drops:
Chloramphenicol antibiotic Eye Drops – Manufactured in Greece, Contain Chloramphenicol 0.5%w/v. Borax, boric acid, phenylmercuric nitrate and purified water. MR Google says it is a yellowish-brown, so as per the above photo, I think that is the one that caused me to involuntarily drink some Chloramphenicol, borax, boric acid, phenylmercuric nitrate and purified water? But it’s bound not to be harmful if they use it in the eyes and ears… innit?
But I had to take these shots of the pretty yet daunting cloudy evening sky, while the pasties and halloumi, stick cooked in the oven.
But, Flaming Nora, it went down well! With the eye still clouding and itching to the point of hurting occasionally, it took me a while to get it eaten, but eat it all, I did! The pots of strawberry and Lemon mousse never stood a chance. Haha!
I actually remembered to take the evening medications, but I still feel a lack of confidence in getting the new medications done without making an error. Fice a day drops, three a day tablet pots, four a dau poo-softener medicine, as and when needed Furesomides… Oy, Oy, Oy!
And, Hey-ho!
Worra Day!
TTFNski.
Hi Mr. Inchcock. Sorry you had such a busy day, but glad you are back home. I’d like to wish you a very Merry Christmas and thank you for sharing your talent for writing. All the best for 2021!
Hi, Chris, Bless you for commenting such heartwarming words. much appreciated in these lockdown and medically challenging times.
I hope you are coping in Canada, and are resisting doing any teaching? Hahaha!
May your Christmas be a Special one, with unexpected good surprises!
Bestest wishes to all. TTFNski, Sir.
I like the looks of that Andy cap, Sir. A jaunty, spiffy countenance there. Hoping they diagnosed well and that Monday’s IT resounds with health improvements and humorous happenstance.
Well reported, cocker!
Merci Mon Ami, Billum.
The eye is manyfold (Is that the word?) betterer, thanks.
The extra medications are doing me no good, I get in a bit of pickle with so many at the moment.
Noe for the important stuff:
Are Lisa and yourself, in reasonable health? I’d love to send you money and wealth,
Ornaments for you mantelshelf,
Get your poems in the Tate, using stealth,
Send you treats, nibbles, and delph,
Send the best wishes, for Lisa and youself!
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Indeed. Manyfold can become betterererer 🙂
Be ware of pickled medications?
Thank you manyfold for the celebrational greetes, kind Sir!
Last year at this time was spent in a hospital about 70 miles away. We were there for Christmas and saying hello to the blank slate that would become 2020. I slept on the sofa, those were the days before Covid did what Covid does — swing a scythe, bekuz bekuz.
Just read your poem to Lisa — brought a smile and a cheer it did, it did, it did (manyfoldedly. 🙂
You is most welcome, Squire Billum and the pulchritudenic Lisa.
I rather like your description of 2020, Sir.
I hope this year will be betterer for you both.
I’ve had another letter telling me I will soon get an appointment to have the Anti-Virus jab, at the Doctors surgery. But it isn’t effective against the two new strains found. It’s not good is it? Hahaha!
2019 was a warm up to 2020 for pulchritudenic Lisa and Billum. We join with you and many a fellow traveller who hopes that 2021 is a bellwether of betterererer times.
Not much vaccine available in these parts yet, but we are very glad that a jab in the arm is imminent. I hadn’t heard about the newerer strains being ineffective — hope that turns out to be a false fear.
Aha, a new word (bellwether) for me to look up on Mr G… Just amoment…
Done it Billum, it tell me it means; “A bellwether is a leader or indicator of trends. The term derives from the Middle English bellewether and refers to the practice of placing a bell around the neck of a castrated ram (a wether) leading the flock of sheep.” So, now I know, and can now full concur and agree with your statement, Sir.
I hope you can open this link, Billumski.
https://www.itv.com/news/2020-12-23/covid-heres-where-samples-of-new-virus-strain-have-been-found-across-the-uk
About the new strain.
Addendum: I hadn’t known about “delph” but Lisa knew it full well and explained it for me. Luscious L : a voice-activated dictionary she is.
Bless her, Mr G must be worried? Hehe!
Bestest wishes, for a combined great, much improvred and less-hassling day for you bothski!
That was certainly and amazing day. And at least a change from the same old Sunday routine. So they consider a SYS of 154 normal? Here 120 over 80 is normal, but maybe after all you have been through, 154 is good. You got some good sunset photos and a decent meal put regather, also. Quite a day.
Morning, Sir,
Not one of my bestest days. Hahaha!
But you hit it on the nose right enough, it was a change!
In this case, it happening on a sunday again, when no one to help or call, it workedout well. The Eye hospital don’t do regular appointments on a Sunday (this is the same place Sister Jane went to when she lost her sight in one eye), so I missed the masses in the queue. Good that was! So strange sat there waiting all alone, Hehhe!
As for the SYS, the Doctor seems not to worry. The nurse thinks its far too high! The Clinic keep referring it to the Doctor, (nowt happens of course), and the QMC and paramedics think the SYS is spot on! Confusing or what? Any this morning, its up to 166? Oy, Oy, Oy!
Cadwch yn ddiogel bawb!