No photographs or graphics, I’m afraid. A cartoon.
Due to waking up at about 05:00 hours and foolishly not allowing myself time to do the balance exercises, as I was still a day behind on my blogging. And decided that getting washed, shaved, and medicated was a good idea, so I’d crack on with making this blog’s template nice and early. That was, if I remember rightly, the plan I had in mind. However…
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Sunday 7th Septsoddittember.
Dizzy Dennis sent me down in an instant, a painful, crumpled heap, in agony, but I still fell asleep, alert, alarm activated, waiting for the ambulance. Carer Ejaz arrived to wake me, then the ambulance collected me. I was taken first to the A&E. Then, I was off to the GAU (Geriatric Accident Unit) at the QMC. Bone fractures in my finger, wrist, and four in my left knee. Three weeks later, and the hip & back pains are still bothering me, ever since returning home yesterday. 24th Sept, Wednesday.
Monday 8th Septsoddittember.
Visits in the ward from Social Workers wanting to help me, nothing happened, naturally. A jolly-looking lady from Physical Therapy, a Doctor, chatted about Peripheral Neuropathy. Things may be out of order, chronologically… I almost guarantee.
Tuesday 9th Septsoddittember.
No paper left, the pen ran out of ink, sadly,
One cleaning teeth session for this internee.
Moved to Cardiac, more tests, you see!
Wednesday 10th Septsoddittember.
Shaveless, visionless, deaf, nurses emptying out my pee,
Rear-end evacuations repetitively…
Transitioning from concrete to wet and runny.
Thursday 11th Septsoddittember.
Sister Jane came to see me with Pete, her hubby,
More diagnostic imagery in Radiology,
The rest of the day was spent in painful reflexology.
Back for more tests and another X-ray.
On the hip & wrist this time, not on the knee,
Friday 12th Septsoddittember.
Friday’s fish and chip meal, I ate it voraciously…
The rear-end evacuations went uncontrollably,
A night of swearing, howling, and muttering,
Obviously, some patients were suffering…
Then they started shouting & arguing,
The nurses carried on blood taking…
Saturday 13th Septsoddittember.
My lowest to date BP reading…
Sys 93, Dys 33, Blood count 23!
Worried about this? Me?
Couldn’t give a toss at the time, actually.
Sunday 14th Septsoddittember.
Five minutes later, nurses from Cardiology
descended, and I was surrounded… lucky Inchy!
To take another reading, needles in, but I was not bleeding?
Eventually, they managed to get the blood trickling…
The colour was orange, the amount was piffling!
I was moved back to the cardiology Wing!
They gave me some of the blood sugar booster,
The medics seemed to be all in a flutter…
They said after that I’d asked for bread & butter,
Monday 15th Septsoddittember.
All drugged up, mind & thoughts unsure…
Stirred back to consciousness, aware,
The medic’s efforts had been sustentacular,
Blood count now showing 89 – 59, Spectacular!
Tuesday 16th Septsoddittember.
Back to the cardiac unit, the drugs soon had me sleeping,
I was quickly aware that I was dreaming,
Yet felt the mild ankle electric shocks shooting…
Up my leg, which was doing its own thing, trembling,
The nurse thought I was panicking & seizing.
Wednesday 17th Septsoddittember.,
There were fairies on the bed, tapdancing…
I could even see their eyes twinkling, faces smiling,
Realising then, I was having a bed-bath & towelling,
Somewhere in my mind I was tabogganing…
Then thought no, it was more like falling,
And nodded into peaceful sleeping,
I heard music, someone bag-piping?
His hand beckoning me… silently calling,
Thursday 18th Septsoddittember,
Woke up properly in Ward C54, red Zone,
A battleground with no time to cavort,
The atmosphere here had gone all wrought,
How we got through it, with staff & patients unhurt…
However, actual violence, we did thwart.
Friday 19th Septsoddittember,
Bedridden oldies, some naked, a few in a nightshirt,
Patience was beginning to run short,
Swearing, name-calling, had they been given drugs to snort?
Threats of violence, in which I was upcaught!
Saturday 20th Septsoddittember,
They kicked off again in the morning,
While I was undergoing my walking frame training,
Herbert, the worst one, started threatening…
A nurse who was calming him, well, trying…
He put his head down towards her, bullying, cursing,
This made my blood boil, I was fuming,
I launched at him, was stopped by a Doctor & therapist,
Security arrived, taking him down with degust,
I’m usually a pacifist and altruist,
I approached the bully with his folded fist…
His intimidating a nurse made me subverst,
Was this a psychiatric ward? I was guilty, no pretence,
We all had neurological and or psychiatric psychosis,
I was spoken to by a neuropsychiatrist,
I went to the man to apologise, but he got in first…
Said he was so sorry,
We both acted shamefully!
When things blew up again later, I reacted more calmly,
Ensuring I was never again a haranguer.
Sunday 21st Septsoddittember,
Informed that tomorrow, I’d be leaving,
Informed the staff of Inchie Today, blogging,
Pleased, I was told by many doctors,
Of many upcoming appointments,
One with a neuropsychiatrist…
Rearrange missed appointments,
First, with the audiologist,
Then with the Sherwood Dentist,
Warfarin and Deep Vein Thrombosis,
Monday 22nd Septsoddittember,
My leaving was delayed today,
Perhaps it will be done on Tuesday?
Through three arterial blood gas (ABG) tests,
67 at its highest was the best,
Time for another session on the oxygen mask,
And rich foods to avoid cyanosis,
I’ll look this up when I get home, see what it is.
Monday 22nd Septsoddittember,
Early morning blood oxygen level is even lower,
I can only hate & blame Starmer!
To me, this doesn’t show adversity,
Fed ultra-sweet stuff, persistently, Sickeningly,
Misadventures, afflictions, never-ending calamity,
Mistakes, errors, life’s incompatibility…
Frustration, depression, apprehension…
Surviving had been my vocation,
Until insanity found my location,
I’ve never been anything like a vaurian,
Look up what it’s like to suffer verbigeration,
Oligarchs see wealth as being Utopian,
This waffling off subject, nears its conclusion…
I’m now tired, baffled and full of confusion…
At life’s cruel creeping transubstantiation,
I’m no philosopher, scholar or theoretician,
In fact, I’m bonkers, there’s an admission!
I’m a mentally affected phenomenon…
I’ll finish this Ode with some trepidation,
Then take my tablets for constipation,
Things may improve after my trephination?
If considered necessary by my neurosurgeon,
Anyway, the QMC released Inchy…
On 24th Septsoddittember, Wednesday.
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I had a lift home in an ambulance, had a joke or two with the ambulance men, and got them laughing en route.
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Although it was a right mess that required cleaning up.
No one had responded to my request to inform Blogger Paul of my incapacitation. In fact, the Warden did not even know I’d been in the hospital! But I was so glad to be home, and took some photographs of the kitchen sky views when I got in before doing anything else.
Oh, I missed these cloud formations,
Just love them.
Enough pleasuring for a moment, I
had to check the dates of the food in
the fridge. Then remembered I called Deana
to tell her I was coming out, so as to speak,
Hehe, and she’d checked them earlier for me. 👍🏼❤
Then, Carer Ejaz arrived. We’d missed each other over the QMC holiday (sarcasm there, Hahaha!)
He did a grand job with the laundry and sorted all the medical paperwork I had been sent home with for me. Checked the catheter bag and body welts. I’d got a lot of them, with all that time I’d spent lying in the hospital bed.
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I got a call from Jenny in a flat below, bless her.
She came up to see me and we had a natter. That was precious to me, a lovely lady, and it was she who rang Deana and Julie about my blog not being published. And since her back was so painful when she had to stand and walk, she made the effort to welcome me back.
❤❤❤❤❤
An Angel – Bless you, Jenny XXX
Then the phone calls started coming in, which only confused me further, but they were all about medical matters. ICC (Carers) had arranged a Carer (Ruby) to give me a lift to the Doctors for the blood samples to be taken on Thursday. Smashing!
The Lady rang, confusing me about the appointment with the Nuthall bonkers house assessment being cancelled, until after the Neuropathy Surgeon had interviewed me. Nurse Rebecca came to ask about what had happened at the hospital. She then checked my legs and ankles, and arranged for a much belated catheter contraption renewal, but I can’t recall when it is for.
Next, the DVT Warfarin clinic rang.
Carer Ruby ran me to the Doctors for the blood test, and my beautiful, desirable, caring Nurse Caroline took it, and passed on messages to Ruby about the Warfarin home visits being cancelled until the 1st of November. Then a new Warfarin dosage arrived. Still too high, with a change. By now, I was struggling to get a grip on the flood of changes coming in.
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Ejaz had got a grip of the medication dosage changes, though.
Thankfully!
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Got some nice evening shots.
From the kitchenette window.
It is now 02:25hrs! Tired out, I am, and
must get something to eat.
Sweet & Sour vegetables with sausage, accompanied by Gung Po sauce, and cheesy bread rolls.
I think I’ve uploaded the wrong photo here.
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Friday already, no sleep, all the hassles of the day, and now the damaged knee has been joined by pain from Anne Gyna, which worsens when standing, sitting, or walking. Humph!
Bedtime now, or is it worth it at 03:00hrs?
Better wash the pots first and do the safety checks.
Oh, Ejaz made a quick visit, Porpain gelled the knee and my back for me. I think he’s a grand lad.
Cheers Each
All The Bestest!
Oh, I forgot, I found this photo on the web of British cigarettes from the 1950s and 1960s. The equivalent of about 17½p a packet.
Did a check on today’s prices on Google.
A pack of 20 cigarettes in the UK currently costs between approximately £14.00 and £18.00, with the average price for January 2025 reported at £ 16.40.
Good job, I stopped years ago. Who can afford them at these prices?
Oh, yes, Oligarchs!
PEACE!
Caught the bus to the clinic. Where the investigating medical team, as they got me laying down and they examined the lesion on Little Inchy through this gigantic electric magnifying glass contraption, with a new control apparently I heard them say. As usual, I had to remove my hearing aids so as not to interfere with the thing.
I carried out the BP tests as instructed. All over the place lately, up and down. I’m recording them on Excel so I can take a screenshot and email it to the doctors at the end of the week.
Another hour or so and I thought it rang again… then I realised that it was the doorbell chiming. The cleaning ladies had, as they usually do, altered the tune on the bell when they used the socket. By the time I got to the door, whoever it was that had tried at least twice to contact me, had long gone. Humph!
Sorted me out and got the computer on, a fresh cuppa and took the morning medications.
I poddled into the kitchen again to replace the gotten-cold mug of tea.
All ready and wrapped up, a quick check on the weather from the kitchen window, and I set off on the walk to the Nottingham Haematology for the Warfarin INR Level Blood Test.
Up into Sherwood, and right down Edwards Lane to the ring road.
Went to the bus stop to find a number 40 was due in four minutes, so caught it back and thankfully, up Winchester Street Hill. 
Made a meal with eyes far too ginormous and big for my stomach. Tsk!
I stirred myself and got to the bathroom to check on Little Inchy – who for the first time in months didn’t feel tender when I woke.
Nice looking view from outside the kitchen window – then the rain started again. Tsk!
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Dropped off early and had a potter around again waiting for the time to catch the 40 bus to the City Hospital and the GUM clinic there.
Getting busier now in town.
