♥ A gang of TFZers at the Pond again – Mary loves that dingy! ♥
Friday 12th February 2021
Finnish: Perjantai 12 Helmikuuta 2021
22:45hrs: Not going to get much done again on this diary. I woke from slumber, more than sleep. The painful dry, sore throat, tight chest, dizziness, loss of balance, shivering, and the inability to organise the littlest thing, (that’s a new one!) and the eyes were running, then the coughing started off.
I’d hoped the Doctor yesterday, would have suggested something for me to take to ease the symptoms, but no.
I got the B.P. taken, the Sys and Dia seemed alright-ish to me. The Pulse was again so very high, this time at 97bpm—the Chinese (Hong Kong) made by, Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, was up in the danger-Red section, at 38.1°c. Oh, dearie me!
I forced myself to get the updating of yesterday’s minimal news diary done. I was confused and struggling to get things done. Concentration kaputt!
But pressed on, keeping amazingly calm about things?
Sent it off, emailed the link.
To the kitchen, with the intention to get some potatoes into the crock-pot for, later on, might be up to eating something then. Then I saw the dollop of a stew I’d made yesterday and not eaten, I even tried stirring it to see if it looked eatable. It wasn’t!
I threw it away, took me ages to drain and double-bag it, so it didn’t leak in the chute.
Then I got the new potatoes in the slow-cooker and left then on a high setting. Later, I must remember to keep an eye on it and turn it down to low.
I had a turn, and I decided to sit down for a while. Well, I was feeling awful and considered pressing the wristlet alarm. I fell to sleep for about five hours! I must have needed it, my body was telling me?
I woke, and it was completely disoriented. I took me a while to reclaim my awareness and work out what had happened. Then it dawned on me about the potatoes in the crock-pot, Oh, heck!
Off into the kitchen to check on the spuds… well it’s hard to believe I know, a man of my calibre as well, but I’d not turned the power on at the socket! So, I did!
As I decided I’d better get the ablutions sorted, along came the Porcelain Throne summoning. That was a messy job, painless mind, so no complaints from me. Trotsky Terence was making a determined comeback! And what a mess to clean up afterwards, at least I handily placed. Hehehe!
I opted for a stand-up wash, else I would be late getting to see Deana, to get her to call 119 for me. The teeth cleaning had three dropsies, a neuropathic arm wobble, and a cut gum. The shaving had four dropsies, all razors, and only one tiny cut!
Medicationalisationing went well, and the dressing only one mini-tumble, no harm. I got the trolley-guide and made my way out and down the lift.
Out through the caretakers’ passage, onto Chestnut Walk… Gawd, it was cold out there… Brrr!
♫ I simply must go (But, baby, it’s cold outside)
The answer is no (But, baby, it’s cold outside)
Your welcome has been (How lucky that you dropped in)
So nice and warm (Look out the window at the storm)
My sister will be suspicious (Gosh your lips look delicious)
My brother will be there at the door (Waves upon the tropical shore)
My maiden aunt’s mind is vicious (Gosh your lips are delicious)
But maybe just a cigarette more (Never such a blizzard before)
I’ve gotta get home (But, baby, you’d freeze out there)
Say, lend me a coat (It’s up to your knees out there)
You’ve really been grand (I thrill when you touch my hand)
But don’t you see? (How can you do this thing to me?)
There’s bound to be talk tomorrow (Think of my lifelong sorrow)
At least there will be plenty implied (If you got pneumonia and died) ♫
Sorry about that, I went off track a little there.
Got into Winwood Court, and knocked on the Wardens, and ILCs (Independent Living Coordinators) Interrogation and body-search room Only Generaloberstess, Ice-skating champion, Warden Julie in, she was on the phone, so no bother, I waited until she’d finished. Then explained the situation, and she said she’d call the 119 number and arrange a testing kit to sent to me. I thanked her and back to Woodthorpe Court.
The ground floor lobby had been creeded, a message on the board was about the laundry room being closed for flooring in there. There was not a soul to be seen. And, I got the lift quickly enough. Both were on the fifteenth floor together when I got to the lobby, never seen that before. Not that it matters, I don’t know I mentioned it now. Haha!
I got back to the flat, and I found a bag on the floor outside the door. Dang, dang, dang… dang! I opened the bag, to find a pair of comfy looking slipper boots! They could have only come from Jenny, I was sure of it.
I got the trolley stored in the corner, and I began to sweat profusely. Bit of dizzy came over me, and the telephone rang at the same time. It was Jenny, I’m afraid that what we spoke about is lost in the ether, I really am not feeling too good again. I hope I thanked her for the slippers. ♥
As much as I love it when someone calls me, at this time, in my state, I couldn’t really grasp what was what. Then Brother in Law Pete rang me. I have the same problem in remembering what we spoke about, which worries me, but seem to have the idea that it was a longish call, and I got more into it as time passed, and am confident that we had a laugh. I don’t like it when this almost instant forgetfulness comes over me. At times today, I’ve had moments of lucidity, short ones, fair enough, then I’d go back into the land of Confusion Conrad. My EQ spoke, telling me I can do nothing to help, go with the flow???
I checked the potatoes, and that I had really switched the power on, all okay! I had another sweating session, it was pouring out? Seconds later, it felt wet because it had stopped and cooled down. I wiped the head, and no signs of any pyretic dampness now? I wish they would send someone to look at me, even if only to convince me that I am or am not going bonkers!
I made my first mug of tea for ages, and I drank it okay, then maybe the taste buds are coming back online? I carried on with the blogging. During which, a message came up. Telling me that the Thompsons Punjana tea had been delivered. News to me? And even I can hear when both bells are pressed at the same time.
I went to check outside the door. Ah, there was the package of teabags! Well, that was right-good timing, I down to the last 50 or so Pumjana, so this perked me up a smidge! I got the bags from the box, into dry storage. I was so pleased that Amazon is still doing these bags because they are my second favourites of them all. Glengettie being the tip dogs.
There I was typing away again. I decided to get the second set of Health Checks done. And make a brew of course, but the tastebuds failed also! The SYS was up a smidge on the earlier results, at 150. DIA 69, Pulse at 96bpm.
The temperature reading made me cringe somewhat. 39.3°c – 102.74f!!! Oh, heck! Still, it didn’t matter to the Doctor when I told her yesterdays readings. But it worries me! The high Pulse rate and Temperature are far above the average expected. You can see by this I clipped from the XL file, if it keeps on going up, I’ll most likely internally combust! Hehehe! Does no one care? Daft question, I’ll take that back!
I was deep in concentration doing the blog, and the worst-ever visit from Dizzy Dennis came over me. I was sat down but still held onto the Hopewells E-plan, 1966 cabinet which the computer is on. I decided to press the panic alarm, I could not get out of the chair, I almost toppled over when I tried it…
Disaster, I’d left the alarm bracelet in the wet room. I gave it about ten minutes until the haziness lifted a little. Grabbed Metal Micky, and took the slowest ever limp to the wet room, carefully and nervously. When I got there and put the wristlet on, I was instantly nauseated, luckily it couldn’t have happened at a better time nor place, with me standing in front of the Throne at the time. I was sick into the bowl, not a lot, but it left a metallic taste in the mouth. I stayed in the wet room for a few minutes, just in case a second bilious bout was due. I began to feel much more comfortable in myself, the dizziness gone, but not the metallic taste in the mouth.
I’m getting miffed-off about whatever unembraced ailment that’s attached itself to me. Cold or flu mayhaps, it’s having a ball, with my body and mind as its toys! I bet Shakespeare would have liked to use this description? Hehehe!
I got back on the computer again, and noticed that the veins on the back of the right hand, were far less prominent than usual? There were far fewer showing through and lost the blue colouring that is normal for me. Hey-ho!
I got the medications belatedly taken with a drink of the spring water. It dawned on me that since this flu bug, I’ve missed no end of medications without realising? Might be a cause of the veins hiding? Then again, maybe not.
I have been thrown out of sync with the sleep being so varied these last few days. And when I glanced at the clock, was amazed to see it was an hour beyond my usual head-down time! Still, I’m feeling a little better since the spewing-up, I pressed on, and read and replied to some comments on WP.
In came another phone call, it was a lady from and about the Covid-19 vaccination. I answered her questions, and when I told her my condition, she said ‘We cannot do you until you are feeling well’. ( Feeling well, me? Come on!) So, I have to go through the laborious time consuming, booking routine again! This is sad, but can’t be helped. I mentioned that today’s body temperature was 39.3°c – 102.10°f, I was after confirmation that it was too high, really. But she just carried on talking as if I hadn’t spoken. So, I slipped in and mentioned that the Pulse was 39.3 bpm. Ignored again. But I understand, though, they must be terribly busy, so took no offence. Oh, dear, int life a bugger sometimes!
I tried again to get a delivery slot for the Amazon-Morrison order for next Saturday. But got it taken as being for tomorrow! Ah, well! The only delivery slot left as well. Luckily there is no frozen stuff on it, and only a couple of fresh things than need going in the already filled to capacity, fridge.
Took the evening medications. Went on WordPress reader, some fantastic photos and blogs on there today. Made a brew, and even with it being Thompsons Punjana, the taste bud would not allow me to drink it. Back to blogging.
A couple of hours later, and I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea. The taste-buds were not working, and it tasted foul. I took a couple of photos, ahead and to the left and right, from the new kitchens thick-framed, view-blocking, impossible to get at to clean, designed by some old-people hating draughtsman, for the Nottingham City Homes Management, who I find it hard to believe they would have fitted these types in an aged people complex (there that’ll get me thrown out, Hehe!)
Still, I’m happier here than at the old house by a mile. Even when in the lockdown, and not seeing anyone for weeks. Har-har! No that’s not night. I’ve seen the odd nurse, the fantastic wardens, delivery people and had a chat with the female ghost who haunts the flat. She didn’t reply, though.
As I stood up, Arthur Itis’s knees and especially Cathys Cartilage made me stop in my tracks. Yee-Gawd the agony! I got the sensation from my EQ that this may be a good sign. If whatever it is that has made into a gibbering, being sick, feverish, sore-throated, coughing wreck, just might be lessening its grip on me? Of course, it might be wrong, but in reality, is rarely so.
I dropped the pants and had a nosey at the legs. Not a pretty sight, Hehe! Something strange and supernatural was going on because the bullet hole from when I first got shot wound was clearly visible? Impossible innit? Cathy’s Cartilage had hardened a lot? The regular spider, trunk and reticular varicose ones, seem to have almost disappeared. Not to mention the hair on the knees that have also quixotically gone AWOL?
There’ll be reason and or cause for this. But it beats me what it is. The best guess is, it’s the effects from the obstreperous mysteries of Woodthorpe Court; the phantoms, kelpies, spectres, poltergeist, spirits, manifestations, zombies, demons, cacodemons, rakshasas, hellions, aliens, extraterrestrials, hobgoblins, apparitions, elfins, pishogues, apparitions, gremlins, ghosts, and goo-like ectoplasms! Thus, turning me into the querulous, jibbering wreck, I am today. Hehe!
Further proof that the flu bug was easing off was when I glanced at the clock, expecting to see something like 14:00 to 1500 hrs, it was 19:30hrs! This bug has done a good job on me, I’m disoriented, confused and fed-up. I pray it is not playing a cunning ploy with me and returns full-blast again. But I do feel a bit better, at this precise moment. The shivering, sweating and eye aches have reduced greatly. God willing! Fingers crossed. And some else, the wee-wees have dried up, I had many less than usual today? I know I’ve not been drinking so much tea because the taste-buds failure makes the tea taste horrible, but I’ve more than made up this in the fluid intake with the spring water. Confusion Conrad is visiting again. Haha!
Did you notice that? My sarcasm and humour are returning! I must be getting better!
I’m suddenly feeling so weary. No idea if I’ll be able to sleep, so I kept on blogging on this post, see how it goes. It’s 22:00hrs now.
I’ll have to get my head down, I’ve not… Fungleboggles! The potatoes. I quickly got up, but no serious loss of balance and off to check the crockpot. Which was looking fine, such are values of using a slow-cooker,
But, in my haste to get to the kitchenette, I clouted my shoulder against the door frame, knocking down some hand-washed clothes. This kicked SSS Shuddering Shoulder-Shirley off. And bending to pick up and sort the gear, BPB Back-Pain Brenda joined the list of activated ailments. I felt like things were coming back to near normal now! Hahaha!
I took an extra pain-killer with the much, oh, so very late evening medications.
I turned off the computer, and I got a nosh of sorts made-up, and I thought this time, I might enjoy eating! I savoured the overcooked potatoes though, I’d added a drop of Soy sauce, and, could taste it! Methinks the linguae are slowly getting back to working again. Grrreat! I just left the tray on the second-hand, imitation leather, splitting various places, and with a broken wheel, chair. And put the TV on, that’s bound to send me into the land of nod. I thought.
But no! Unaware of what I was watching, I waited for the commercial break to come on. Then, Colin Cramps started in the left hand, and sleep was out of the question. I got the Phorpain from the Ottoman, and I rubbed it in well, but it didn’t seem to ease things at all. Then I tried, an extra Codeine 60g, again without getting any relief. I was getting more and more frustrated. A couple of hours later, Colin Cramps eased off in his attack on the left hand. Minutes later, it was the lower left leg that caught his venom! Phorpaining, the leg, was so painful getting to it, that BPB kicked off. I was in near agony for another hour or so, until Colin got fed-up, and departed.
Somewhere around 03:00hrs, it was, I think, I got off to sleep. And apart from one taking a wee-wee, slept for 4 hours, waking at 07:00hrs, feeling much better!
12 thoughts on “Incrusted Inchcock – Friday 12th February 2021”
You are in a very sad state and I’m surprised the lady ignored your fever and low heart rate. That is a high fever you have, and hopefully just the flu. One thing you can try for cramps is drinking a lot of water when they come on. Cramps are usually the result of your electrolytes being out of balance. Being dehydrated from sweating, having a high temperature and praying to the throne, exacerbates the electrolyte imbalance making the cramping worse. You carry on quite well getting things done despite your sad state of being. I’m impressed.
Cheers, Mi amigo.
You may well be spot on, because as you know, I drink the bottled spring water (with sime lemon or lime jif added, and normally after getting settled at night, I have at least a litre of it, all at the insistence of the Gastroenterologist-Urologist. But being so down the last few says, I’ve not drank much – so you could have the nail on the head! I have bottle as I type. Merci!
The Covid-Home-Test-Kit, I dare not do. The registering first, the nfinding a Priority Postbox and telling them which I will be posting back in, and have to get the okay to use it first – then the high risk stuff, I can’t make the box up, too fiddlng, and with these cramps its even harder to do, nae, impossible. Then the matter of going out to wherever the postbox is… and these are the people who told my I cannot go outside? This has irritated me, and usually it would not have.
An aged ‘Lockdown lethario syndrome sufferer?… lethario? that’s not the word I meant.
Thanks, Tim, a bit uptight still this morning, agony with both legs and feet getting Colin Cramps attentions all night. Took me ages to get to walk at all.
Keepeth safe, Tim, to everyone on the house! ,
I’m thinking that you have caught one of the lesser viruses (viri?) that do not garner the 24/7 coverage granted to the much-celebrated Covid family.
Looks like the window is open for the Morrison delivery — 6-8 P.M. attended order. Bon appetite!!
Merci, Billum. Not much eating being done, but I is beginning to get the taste back.
(4 red cars, 1 lorry)
All cometh in order from the Amazon shopper, bless him.
“There is a reality, and it needs to be experienced by all!” No idea who said that, or what about, but it came into my confused head just then?
Love to Lisa, cuddle through the ether, and watch the weather!
Welcome news on the return of good taste. News of the 4 red cars and a lorry bounces through the 57-story RCMS World Headquarters like a lead balloon.
Good news meets good taste. A win/win.
“Reality is only an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”
— Albert Einstein
My grandfather was, by the bye, an Albert.
And, speaking of the weather, February 2021 is already already half gone, so March is only 14 days away. 🙂
Broughteth a smile or two,
I mustn’t let myself get blue…
An indigo will do,
Now I goeth to the loo,
Coughing and sneezing again, too,
Some respite would be nice, but its overdue!
Coughing and sneezing,
It’s off to the loo we go,
Yer could use some respite,
Respite would be nice,
But it’s off to the loo yer go,
It’s off to the loo yer go!
How did you you know the coughing and shivering has come back, Billum?
Lots of go in yer ode. Hehehe!
Yes, it is true. I am a loo-ode poet who knows where the coughing and shivering proceedeth. A wise Greek philosopher never said “all roads lead to the loo. So toodley doodley doo…cough, shiver…
The Porcelain Throne activity has dried up. Wee-wees, a rarity. The froat, coffing, shiverin’ and tight chest are all back, but methinks less severe. Do, here, here… or hear,hear?
I hope you’s coping fair, goodeth Billum.
Well, yer on ‘tother side of the bout — that’s wot it’s about. Froat and coff and sh’verin, a chest wot is tight.
Hear this about here/hear:
“You who are here: hear here, not there.”
Trying like ‘eck to cope fair and to be fair here. Hear, hear!!
Hahaha! I fank you.
Hope things are okay this nippy, cold day, Sir.
Feeling a smidge p[erkier now, although wearie, of course. Gong to try and eat summat, Billum (2 red cars tew-minutes ago, gorra photo.