
However, Depression Darius doesn’t stay forever,
My bestest help comes from Ejaz, my Carer,
No doubt we can cheer up each other,
A preparatory day today, for the coming dentistry.
My first day using the Haematachometer, it’s easy,
I’ve been thinking more of the hereinafter,
High-Mode-Horis, Sod-em-all and laughter,
Then the Neurologist called after…
He explained the upcoming trinphination procedure,
Not until November, but he’ll try to make it earlier,
The cardiac medic explained the heart failure,
Diabetes appointment made, also for November.
Hoping for a nurse, the catherer changer…
Flu and Covid jabs, hope they come sooner,
Orthopaedics, to tend the fractures in my patella,
Couldn’t cope without Ejaz, my Carer!
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I believe I made some mistakes between yesterday and writing this blog, and I’m embarrassed, so I apologise if I did.
Up at 04:15hrs, in need of the Porcelain Throne yet again. Before going out to the dentist with Ejaz, I’d emptied the catheter bag six times, and it was full each time! And visited the Porcelain Throne eight times! I fear greater embarrassment at the dentist on the bus going or returning. I have a terrible feeling about this. 🤞🏻
Then I completed the ablutions, which took me two hours to complete. However, I managed to change the catheter bag onto my left leg and even put on my slippers afterwards. I had a cutless shave. The teeth and gums bled a little. The medicationing went reasonably well. Little Inchys’ Fungal Lesion bled a fair bit when I moved the catheter contraption to my other leg. Ointmentated and barrier creamed certain areas of my magnificent body. (Fib sneaked in there!)
The Porcelain Throne was utilised twice more
Changed the clock.
I turned on the computer just to check the time and date.
The food arrived from Acado.
Fresh foods in this photo’s contents are destined for the
I’m still passing urine too easily. But, since I moved the catheter to the left leg, it has been on the right leg for about 2 months, and
The contracted lady who comes to do the INR, Warfarin, and Blood Oxygen samples arrived. When the intercom went blank as she was talking, I knew she wouldn’t be happy; she never is. She said when she got up, “If she can’t gain access straight away next time, I will just leave and go to the next call!” I sarcastically said, “I’m very sorry, it could be I was in a seizure, or being visited by Dizzy Dennis, or Peripheral Neuropathy Pete was playing up… But it wasn’t, it was the intercom playing up as it has done so very often this year. I do so apologise for upsetting you, Madam!” At least I didn’t get a snotty reply this time. She didn’t reply to my comment; however, she momentarily flashed a look of incredulity my way and left. Muttering, I know not what, with a sneery expression.
Prepping To Go To The Dentist, so as not to keep Ejaz waiting. I even managed to put on the trousers and outdoor slippers without any help
He was unperturbed by my telling him I’d been up since 4:00 am, and I’d completed the ablutions and medications. And got the PPs and trousers on by myself, and also the slippers! And got the walker out of the balcony myself. I was just digging for a compliment or two, but I didn’t get any. Hehe!
We walked to the bus stop to find eight or nine other folks waiting for it. For some reason, they all let me get on the bus first, despite my being a late arrival at the stop.
We got in, and I left the communicating up to Ejaz. I sat on the trolley in the waiting room; it’s a little higher than the chairs in there and far less painful on the knee fractures. Ejaz joined and put the brakes on the trolley. Ten minutes later, we were summoned into one of the surgeries. Several questions arose regarding timing, pain levels, and whether it impacted my sleep. I told her I could not be sure, because I have seizures. Then, she checked which teeth were giving me trouble. I knew of two and pointed them out to her. She took various X-rays, and we were waiting for the results to come in. She thought that more than two teeth needed attention, and asked again about the level of pain. I explained that if I drink anything hot or icy, the pain level is around 8 out of 10. I’m trying to eat soft food because when I eat on the right side, it can be painful… and, well, it can be unbearable.
She decided that she needs more rays to be taken, which are more suitable for finding my problems. She will schedule another appointment to take detailed intraoral (film inside the mouth) and extraoral (film outside the mouth) images for a comprehensive view of the teeth, roots, and surrounding bone, as well as larger areas such as the jaw, skull, and growth patterns. Showing all teeth, jaws, and sinuses at once. How did Ejaz remember all that – brilliant the lad is! I found out later he’d recorded what she said on his mobile.
The Dentist, Sumayyah Hussainytterny, gave Ejam a prescription to obtain from the chemist just up the road for a day course of Amoxicillin (a Penicillin). We departed the surgery and returned to the dentist’s SS branch at the reception. I paid the £28, and Ejaz & I gingerly made our way down the four steps, got down them, and walked up to the Ascent Chemist to get the prescription filled. The lady returned to Ejaz, pointing out that the only writing on the prescription was how to take the medication, not what it was! Ejaz got me seated in the walker and returned to the dentist’s to sort out their faux pas. Time was running out now. He returned and got the 500mg Amoxicillin tablets.
We were lucky when we arrived at the bus stop, one was due in two minutes.
We were soon back up at the prison, no, no, Woodthorpe Court flats. Having been at the dentist’s office far longer than we’d hoped we would. Ejaz suggested that he get the washing in the laundry machine and put it in the dryer on his next call. I can fetch it if I want to, or he could have done so on his last call. I agreed, but only so he didn’t feel bad. I’ve had washing stolen and had a load of washing thrown out onto the floor because I didn’t fetch it in time, and now someone wants to use the washer or dryer.
I continued with the blog, hoping that the many nurses, the Doctor, and the Neurologist would read it or even call me to make an appointment. Something.
Then I went down to the laundry room. Ejaz had put the washing in the laundry at Winwood Flats. I’ve never used those yet. Ejaz told me he had put my laundry in machine one. It was a long and exhausting walk to get there. The washing was done. I did not know how the dryers worked. I could not see the tiny buttons, so I walked into the leisure room and asked a lady if she could show me. Bless her, she went with me to the washing room and soon sorted me out. She put the machine in rinse mode and said she would move the clothes to the dryer for me.
Back up to the cell, no, flat. Finding four text messages on the phone that had failed to get through. No numbers given, just a time when they rang, which was when I was down in the laundry room. It would likely have been the nurses changing the catheter contraption, the Neurologist, or perhaps the injection nurses.
I went back down, nearly losing my balance with the stick en route. The lady must have put the laundry in the dryer for me. It had 35 minutes to run. Back up to the flat again. Getting late now.
Back up to the flat again.
I had a packet of the Marmite Puffs, and they were very lovely, but at over £2 for a tiny 18 g packet, they should be. Tsk!
The non-appearance of the medics at least gave me a chance to do a longer blog, but I am worn out and ready for bed after today.
I decided to make two cheesy-topped bread pork rolls with tomatoes for my belated nosh.
Guilt enveloped my silly actions. But, in my defence, the toothache pain was getting beyond my limits. And in the night and morning, I felt a bigger nitwit, as the pain did not subside at all. If anything, it was worse; the right jaw was swollen as well. And just to add a little interest.
I don’t know why I told you that, after all, it is a sort of usual, habitual situation lately. Hehehe!
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