ODE OF THE DAY
With apologies for any grammar errors and drifting off topics
My worries & fears have grown fainter…
It’s not that I’m any less dafter…
I’m still scared stiff of cleaner Esther!.
I’m always in a panic, flutter or fluster…
But I had some good luck – what a flabbergaster!
I visited the EENT at the Queens Medical Hospital,
On my sixth visit, seeking cataract replacement, surgical,
Outlook not so bleak, but I was still sceptical,
The first Doctor was very sympathetical,
So kind that I felt almost emotional!
I waited to see the top Doc, obviously pedagogical…
For a final exam, to see if it was possible…
To make a lens to cover my cornea, which had a rimple,
My situation was becoming agathokakological…
A final exam deep in the eye, the fault may be congenital,
But the outcome was magical! ♥
It won’t be easy, but they’ll persevere!
I almost let out a loud cheer…
They put me on the waiting list; here, here!
Estimated wait, three months, and I thanked her,
My Smug mode engaged; it went nuclear,
Nothing can stop me know – well, maybe the Grim Reaper…
For the first time in months, I felt happier!
Then, of course, the other worries came to mind,
To suffer these Thought-Storms, I resigned,
Diabetes problems, Dentists as if designed…
To get me confused, my thoughts intertwined!
See above; mankind is so animalistic…
War, killing all tellurians, pathetic!
Humans have always been barbaric,
Yet we make some bionic?
Plenty of other ways to die than war,
Endless ailments attacking us for sure…
Covid, asthmatics, cancer, some with no cure…
Diabetes, heart problems & death in store…
Murderers, druggies, we’re killing more?
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NEMO MORTALIUM ONMIBUS HORIS SAPIT
0525hrs: I woke and was a little surprised with the state of my feet, ankles and legs. Not a pretty sight!. But you can see from the last photos above that they have worsened! The water retention has given me rock-hard legs? A bit of a struggle to get out of the recliner this morning… And boy, Oh Boy, was it painful walking!
I had a mammoth job trying to sort out a pair of spectacles that I could see adequately with. It seems every day, sometimes the sight changes during the day, and I have to try other pairs? Still, at least I’m on the waiting list, at the bottom, obviously, but the prospects of getting the cataract done are here, at last and least!.
Is at the drilling, tapping and banging early today. Bless him!
Richard arrived, a little concerned at the state of my legs. He got the medications issued and gave me time for a natter, about the Diabetes sessions and how to get there, and other little grumbles. Hehehe!
I pressed on with this blog starting.
The DVT-Warfarin nurse arrived with a trainee along with her. Soon got the blood taken. They were both Angelic, caring, beautiful, appealing, kind, sweet gals. Not that I noticed myself, of course. On with the blog…
The landline rang. I could hardly hear whoever it was, were saying. They were on about the legs and feet? Keep your feet up? Maybe Richard had told Natalie, and they had called her? That was good on him. Back to blogging…
The reddening of the ankle seemed to be lessening as time passed. Of course, it didn’t last, but it cheered me up temporarily) The swelling had not improved, but let’s be thankful for small mercies, that’s what I say!
At last, I got around to finishing the top graphics and started on the Odeing… Accompanied by Herbert’s cacophony of mechanical sounds. Haha! Back to the blogging…
Meridian’s Natalie tuned up, and she had called the Doctor. She wanted to take a photo of my legs to send to the surgery. No problem, she took and sent off in seconds. The landline burst forth again, and I asked Natalie to answer it. The Doctor said she wasn’t concerned with the ulcer, just the swelling on the feet and toes. Said for me to put my feet up. Natalie also listened to my tale of the Diabetes Sessions and suggested that if they can’t move the location to Sherwood. A local volunteer company, minibus, I can’t remember the name, could give me a lift there and back for a low cost. She could arrange it for the sessions at Bulwell for me? I agreed and thanked her. Back to the blog…
Cleaner Esther arrived to see how I was, shed just finished doing the other flats, and checked on the laundry bag, “No need, you have plenty of clothes and towels!” Haha! Fair enough, I’m not going to argue with Esther!
Back to the blogging! A busy day, innit? Back to the blog…
It dawned on me that I’d not done the blood pressure or temperature checks yet. So I did them!
The SYS, DIA and Pulse were all okay; in fact, combined, they were better than they have been for the last four days now!
Shame about the body temperature, though. After four days of being as nearly perfect as possible, today, it was well down at 32.7°c.
The NHS input page indicated that the average for blood pressure was almost out of the red zone. Doing well there, methinks.
I got some chips, well, potato slices in the oven. It’s getting late now; it’s time to start feeding the innards!
Oh, I just had a weather warning flash up! 102°f! Hotter than yesterday! I can see through the balcony window that there is a decent breeze blowing the bushes about.
I can’t weigh up why my body temperature is so low? Hey-Ho!
I’ve sat for an hour or so, with my legs up on a chair, as instructed by the wonderful caring Doctor of mine. But typing side-ways on is bad enough without the cataract eyesight and jerking body limbs. Having to stretch to reach, and getting a jerk, is making me make even more cock-ups than usual. I’m so glad the Doctor isn’t worried about the ankle ulcers… I’m afraid enough myself, though. Hehehe! Of course, she doesn’t have to put up with the pain, does she? Tsk! And putting the feet up doesn’t seem to have helped the ulcers or water-retention in the slightest, does it? Grungleturds!
I’m now going to get the nosh prepped and served. The sliced potatoes have been in for longer than planned, 35-minutes, so they should be crispy enough.
I’m back… what a pillock! I left them on the counter near the microwave! They have gone all soggy now in the heat. What a Plonker!
I put them in the oven, hoping they would not come out too bad.
Botherations, testicles and ARGH!
I’ve lost heart now; every time a Windows update comes in, this seems to happen! It took me over a week to get it to work last time, and then, I think it was something Windows did to get it back.
Mayhaps I’ll sing a song, be happy… shout out at passers-by with friendly words of greeting, spread love and companionship to the shoplifters, muggers and bail-dodgers below, from the balcony… Or not. Still, I’m not going to get all worked up, swearing, spitting, depressed and make myself poorly with hatred and self-loathing. I’ll just carry on without taking any photos. I’ll not miss taking them and lovingly putting them on this blog. Ate the meal and took a picture, but… Humph!
Called, and she sorted me out with the medications. The gal was horrified at the state of my ulcers and legs after taking one glance and averting her eyes. Of course, it could have been the scary-looking, boing-boing belly that caused this. I tried for hours to get the SD card to work again… futilely! I now await the next Whoopsiedangleplop, Accifauxpa, Disaster, Cock-Up, foul-up, comedy-of-errors, snafu, omnishambles, or getting the trots! Not to mention walking into or tripping over something, involuntary right-leg Idiopathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about right-leg dance.
Up and down sort of day!
In the morning, I booted the computer to find the SD Card reader working again? So got the missing ones on here; they are for your belated perusal.
The potatoes looked okay. But the flavour was, well…
View during the 104°f heat!
Evening sunset – Thunderstorms forecast.
Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit
7 thoughts on “Inchchcock: Ode, Diary & Blown-Up Feet & Ulcer”
Your legs are not looking good. I hope something can be done.
Thanks, Tim. Things alot better this morning, the heats gone down, thunderstorms forecast. There had to be something though, I woke as was falling out of the recliner… Clump, Thud. Humph! Not much damage, a burise chin and shoulder, and they aren’t bad at all. A nurse might be coming today to check me over, that’s cheered me up a bit… but no signs of her or him, yet.
I just tried to get some more bottled water on a food delivery – not any, Iceland, Sainsbury’s or Ocado have any in stock! Darned heat wave!
That’s good to hear.
Carer Esther always makes sure that you’re listening to her admonitions and suggestions. I read that somewhere. Hmmm, where then?
I was cheered by the news from the eye experts and attendants in waiting. A bit of good news of that magnitude is infectious, many lab workers in the basement laboratories also cheer along.
Now I see another HRH and Inchy coincidence: not the best luck with doctors!
Commandantess Esther… I shake when I think of her, and its not Shaking Shaun of Peripheral Pete doing it. Hahaha! I’ll ahve a thingabout that Bill… erm…
Thank you minnions for me Sir. Hehe!
Ah, Difficult, Domineering Doctors, poor HRH and me.
Im woking on the slide-rule not being in there, Billum? Could be that with my lack of education, I’ve even seen one let alone used one. Hehehe!
Hows your rotten beastly eczema tratment going, Sir?
Esther does command an audience, but she doesn’t seem to notice if you are listening or not. To quote Jerry Lee Lewis: “whole lot of shaking going on.”
All the minions read your blog.
Doctors are rare beings for HRH and your kind self!
Slide rules do look out of place with the forks, knives, and spoons. You can take that to the bank. Haha!!
I hesitated taking the medication prescribed because of all the warnings, but then I saw another outbreak of that rotten beastly stuff on my left arm and tossed it down the hatch. That was a few hours ago and so far I do not feel any of the bad symptoms. I wouldn’t be here typing away if I did have those, so I will take that as a provisional good sign.
Crossed my fingers and thumbs, just in case.
May the cheer be with you!
Cheer was emanating after the first paragraph, I fank you.
Slide rule… vould I measure the garden peas individually with one Bill? Maybe get the cirumferance? (That is probbly spelt wrongly, Grammarly has done a bunk again) Tsking ages to get this done, real silly mistakes, so many this morning, I think I’ve caught most of them.
Owing to the Bank closingit’s last but one branch, I may have a problems taking it to them, mate? Hehe!
May I join you crossing my gingers for you as well? Are you off of the Humira?
Something else shared: The inability when certain ailments play up, to concentrate at all!
Is it the White to email if one wants a word Mr Biden?