Saturday 27th: 0245hrs: Woke up, missing the welcoming sound from the now repaired hallway radiators. Hehe!
Thought about Jane’s Peter, and my failed attempts to beg for some aftershave to be sent into the prison for me, as I scarred and cut myself a little more shaving.
Got the foot support from where it was drying overnight hanging from a window handle, and got it ready for fitting later by one of the carers.
Watched some Police programmes on the telly, until the carer told me to go to the Rest Room for brekkers, after she arrived to strap me up, so as to speak. Hehe! Stuart, Eddie and I in there nibbling and having the most farcical of a three-way chinwag – what with us all not talking correctly and none of us wearing our hearing aids! Hahaha!
Back in the room, and two ambulances arrived, eventually taking away two residents a few hours later. Oh dear! Medications were issued to me. Ambulances still on site. One blood-wagon departed with a patient on board. Found and read a Nottingham Forest book of the Cloughies 1972 season. Very interesting it was too!
The Commando Squad leader ordered us down for nosh. Vegetable curry with rice, the ice cream that followed was welcome. Huh-he-he!
Back up to Cell 11, and settled watching TV, some good stuff on tonight! The ESP (or EPL) football was on the Quorn channel.
Medications brought to me, needed some front and rear end encouragement medication tonight – things no moving much. Haha!
Carer washed the Ankle support for me and put it to dry on the window handle, then took my washing to be laundered.
Sun 28th April 2019: Woke and got the showering, shaving and dressing all bar the socks, done. Went to make a brew in the kitchen in the restroom, but the kettle had been locked up. Ah, well, I had water instead.
Did some training exercises. 02:20hrs to 07:30hrs watched TV, then the carer came with some toast for me, and put the Foot Support strap on for me. Ate the toast in the end restroom.
A carer, bless her fetched a Newspaper (Sun on Sunday) for me. Not much effort taken in reading it, I made sure she was handed the paper when I finished with it.
Socks not back from the laundry, carer found them for me and returned them, I fank you! ♥
Writing on the pad was even worse now. Best I can decipher is: Sh??ct back from laund. Police and Ambulance on site. What followed was gobb
le-di-gook? Sorry.
Janet rang, bad line again. Had an inside walkabout, then did the Speech therapy and occupational exercises. Felt worn out afterward. Tsk! Nurse came to do an INR Warfari blood test. Carer came with the medications. Including the front and nack-end encouragement medicines. Haha!
Police and ambulance had left the site. Nosh was a bit rushed, staff must be busy, they kept asking if we had finished every time I put down the knife and fork to blow my nose.
Friday 26th April 2019
The Oaks Residential Care Home
Maltese: Il-Ġimgħa 26 ta ‘April 2019
05:00hrs. Up, shave, shower and bloodied shave (Still no aftershave from Pete), Hehe!, readied the ankle support. Toast brought to the room.
Checked the notes, but they were getting less logical and readable as time goes by. Tsk!
Ankle strap fitted by the carer. Then I watched some crap early morning TV until it was time for going down for brekkers. I was told to go back up by carer for the nosh this morning, so I did so. In the social room with three other tenants, and the tension was noticeable, but I knew not why. Corn Flakes, no toast today, staff meeting I assumed to be the reason. Much unreadable stuff for half a page here?
Back to my room and spent more time watching mind-bogglingly banal TV. Did do some Physio exercises though. Tablets and blood test carried out.
I got told off by the carer for going out without my support strap on the foot. But no one came to put it on, so she did it for me, I fank you!
Warfarin nurse arrived to take some blood for the test. Jane rang a much clearer line this time. Can’t read about what was said though, m writing deteriorated again on the pad.
Nosh upstairs again in the room. Beef pastie and veg with mash. Tasty!
Confusing, Well it is now, again I cannot read my notesmessage from the Surgery. A complete loss as to what was said or by whom.
It suddenly dawned on me that the stroke might have affected my already dodgy hearing? Must remember to ask when I eventually get to speak with the Doctor again, I remember her name, but her face escapes me?
I met a manager or carer and told him about the foot support not being fitted. He lost interest and wanded off.
Boss returned later with the medications.
Much missing detail for today, just unreadable notes, sorry.
02:10hrs, Monday 22nd April: The radiators in the hallway outside the door started rattling and banging away again. Showered and shaved. Dried off the Ankle Pad ready for fitting my sweet carer later on.
05:25hrs. The radiators stopped banging? Then started Clunking again. Washed and shaved. Toast for brekkers served in the room bless em. Carer fitted the ankle-pad for me. Radiator changed to a Rugger-rugger, dung-dung noise. Fitters arrived again to put the heater in order again. Noise changer to a shudder, bang, clatter tone.
No nosh taken, feeling too tired-out to bother. Medications and blood test done. Visit from
As a resident was talking to me, I asked a carer if she might fetch a newspaper for me and she obliged, bless her cotton socks.
The radiators sounded like a drummer on kettle drums, only louder.
Tuesday 23rd April 2019: Having breakers in the end room, and one of the tenants (unstable chap), shouted out aloud, they are all black women here, why? At the time he was surrounded by five or six carers who all coloured. I nipped in with “Well we’d all be in a mess without them wouldn’t we!” A lady said at the same time, “Who else would put up with you?” These comments calmed him down and shut him up.
Nosh of a sarnie and fruit was brought to the room bless em! Late bath and shave were taken. Much more took place today, and Pete called, but the mind was a little vague all around for some reason.
Monday: The lack of and sleep continued. Visits increased from the Social services people, Organopathy and Therapy speech and occupational lessons. A bad day Monday and Tuesday for me. Not a lot sank in that was told to me. So busy, so many visiting departments, hard to follow what was going on really.
The rash and spots seemed to be getting worse now. I think Jane and Pete visited, more three-way discussions
Three-wheeled trolley rented to me for use instead of a stick, from the Red Cross, to go with me to the Home where I will be taken to later.
Got bags sorted out early and in a row on the floor at the side of the bed for the ambulance to arrive.
Two ladies arrived from Arriva Ambulance Service, and it was all hustle as they grabbed the things and got me into a wheelchair in a hurry, and off to the Old Peoples Home.
The Oaks Residential Care Home. I was greeted as I was wheeled into the complex by a harried-looking chap who turned out to be the manager. Later, it became apparent why he bore the harangued look, bless him.
Straight in and to a room upstairs, number 11, and the things the ambulance women had stuffed in the trolley were thrown on the floor for me to sort out. It turned out they had taken some stuff belonging to the chap on the next bed Paul, (Get-well card and towel) at the Stroke Ward and left much of my things behind. Humph! This is normal and to be expected with the Arriva crews, they told me when I mentioned it.
A carer put the ankle-guide on for me. Then took me down for lunch, baked potato and cheese. Tasty and plenty if it too! I declined the rice pudding with thanks. A large percentage of elderly and insecure folk. My arrival caused a little stir, and I was soon being questioned about my past. In the wing where I was, there were all ‘Code Red’ Residents? I soon found out why.
Photo’s courtesy of Brother-in-Law Pete on a later visitation with Sister Jane. No aftershave yet? The first three Get-Well cards were from Sandie and Marie from the TFZers, Jenny and the Teddy Bear of course. The back card is poor old Paul with his Fruit Juice that was taken by the Arriva ambulance women.
I’d got endless homework from the Occupational and Speech Therapists to work on. At around 05:30hrs, I was summoned down for some more nosh, this time fish cakes sandwiches. Lady brought the medications to take for the afternoon. The night shift carer, noticed as she came in with night doses, that I was bleeding rather severely having cut my lip with the shaking right hand, and it didn’t seem to want to stop flowing. She called 111 and took their advice. I sat with a cotton swab in my gob for two hours, but it stopped. Of course, if I had some aftershave to apply, it would not have happened, Ahem!
I asked if someone might go to the shop to get some dispensable razors, but they were too busy.
The next door chap passing my open door (No locks) told me he had had some money stolen again, the second time this week! I took this with a pinch of salt for some reason.
Get-Well Cards, flowers and pressies from loved ones! And a great view!
Sunday 7th April to Tuesday 9th 2019
Newell Stroke Ward
Luxembourgish: Sonndeg, 7. Abrëll, to Tuesday 9. 2019
My going over twice on Physio training, they decided I could not be allowed to try to walk without the aid of a Wheelie and a qualified assistant with me. Which was not so bad, until they removed the rear-end bag, which meant my having to need a nurse at night when I needed to go, or thought I did as it turned out most times. Tsk! I was not the most popular patient then!
But the poor chap in bed one was still the most unpopular with the other patients. Haha! Sunday night they had to fetch some of his vast family in to help keep him quiet! But it didn’t work. Now some other patients were shouting and swearing back at his, suggesting he go forth and multiply, etc.
Jane and Pete visited on Monday, and laid bare all my faults to the doctors, with a smile on their faces too! Hahaha! They had informed Tim Price of my problems.
I received some yellow flowers (Two) and cards from the TFZer folk, which cheered me up no end. Even a Teddy Bear, they all tickled me pink! ♥ Unfortunately, the flowers were not permitted on the ward, but the photo Pete photograph on with me looking out of the window, and he took a shot of the other flowers for me. The plants were sent to the pregnancy ward and went to some unvisited patients, for which the nurses their thanked everyone and assured they were appreciated. Naturally, they did not get the cards or Teddy Bear! Hehe! He went with Koala Katie at home!
The new patient, Barry Arrived. Nice chap. Unfortunately, as I was watching and him get some much-needed sleep, the poor chap fell out of bed. I immediately pressed my buzzer, getting told off for doing so later after the staff had got together to cover themselves for not putting the sides of the bed up for him! Tsk!
On the first Doctors visit it was decided that as I had put on an enormous amount of weight, the started me by mouth feeding grade C, (Softened) and kept piling up the plates, with instructions to eat it all up? This was before telling me I was too heavy! Humph!
Jane and Pete called on Tuesday. (No aftershave!) Haha! They had been at the flat, as Pete said, well, we might as well use your electricity! He was only joking! Hahaha, made me laugh! They had been tidying up for me cause I’m a messy, disorganised Herbert! I thanked them!
More exercises throughout the day.
Went for a shower late on, a male nurse went with me, and I felt much better afterwards I must say.
Thursday 4th April 2019 to Saturday, April 6th 2019: Green Ward.
Africaans: Vrydag 5 April 2019
01:55hrs. After a while spent in hopes that the noise would die down so I could get some rest, in came a team of doctors and off I was taken for more chamber-scanning. Then to another ward and kept in a mobile scanner for the rest of the night.
Then back to the Green Ward. Doctors visited me to confirm the stroke an where it had affected me, I realised then that I had no clothing, apart from what the hospital had supplied. I used some pages from a crossword book to make notes on to record things. But did not realise how badly they were written until much later.
Oncology, Speech Therapists, and Physiotherapists set to work unremittingly.
There were six beds in my section of the ward. Sleep was not an option, day or night. Physios, feeding, medications and then they put in the bags for the front and rear, as nothing was working in those areas! No control at all, luckily the others in Green Wing were all suffering, in the same way, judging by the aromas! Hehe! Much of the scribble was illegible by the time I got around to updating.
I had an end bed, which was excellent for watching the squirrels and birds, not that I much time for this, the medications, speech therapy, and finding out I had Vascular Dementia saw to that. Along with the night staff leaving a radio playing all night, the windows open and the poor bloke in bed number one, who wailed begged, and insults all night, every night. Not making himself the most popular patient. Humph!
Got a visit from Sister Jane and Pete. Pete took control of my money, cash card, keys etc. for safe keeping. He did bring me some cash though, even if it was out of date pound coins and a fiver from my stock of old coins that I had hidden (Obviously not well enough) as part of my leaving for him and Janet when I snuff it. Hehehe!
With my shaky hands, shaving was a problem, as was the controlling of front and rear emissions with the bags. I asked Pete to bring me some after-shave from home to control the bleeding. (I’m still waiting for it! Hehe!) I thought that he had a smirk and sneer on his face when I mentioned this. Haha!
Poor old Jane tried to tidy the flat a bit for me and cleaned up the horrible mess I had left, bless her cotton socks. ♥ Tsk!
01:25hrs. I woke up, and as out of the £300 second-hand ci1968 recliner, and over to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) within a couple of minutes.
Unfortunately, leaving a trail of damage behind me; I knocked the remote control off of the arm of the recliner, stubbed my toe on the Ottoman, tipped a bottle of spring water off of the small Ottoman, and dragged the cover off with me! And then, when I finally thought I’d got things flowing, I hadn’t! I needed to wait a further couple of minutes before anything moved! When it did eventually begin to activate, it warranted a new classification-wee-wee being given. An RPDDWW (Reluctant-Painful-Drip-Drip-Wee-Wee) grading. The few drops that did tortuously come out would not have half-filled a small cup! Yet, the bladder had given me all the signs of a mega-resounding (with possible splash-backing) wee-wee being needed? My EQ advised me that I was in for a stressful, anxiety-ridden, fraught day! Tsk!
I tidied up the mini-maelstrom I’d made. Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. Sys 167, Dia 77, Pulse 76 and temperature a 35.3° readings returned. Got the kettle on and the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room, and for once, an infrequent, easy, unmessy non-bleeding evacuation was almost enjoyed. Hehe! Back to the kitchen and made a brew of tea.
To the computer and started to update the Tuesday Diary… And guess what?
I was very dispirited now, downhearted and had a hatred brewing up for Mr Fries. Which only served to make me more agitated, as feelings of hostility and resentment to others are unnatural to me, and then the guilt joined in with the already mixed emotions I was going through.
I decided that a philargyrist and quomodocunquizing personage like money-mad Mr Fries, with his usufruct instincts, is not going to make me lower my standards and become embittered. Besides, apart from anything else, just look at the man above – if he isn’t involved in a Mafia of some kind, then I’m a good looking, fit, healthy, young man, fighting off the attention of the ladies!
I fiddled and faffled about, trying the usual things to get the inept, overpriced, stuttery, incapable, impotent, unfit-for-purpose Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet service back up and working. Tried the reset button – Nope! Turned off the power and back on again, Nope! Switched all off and unplugged everything then went to make another brew. Returned, everything back in and on – the lights flickered weakly on the modem (I think that’s what they were called, the Virgin box?) – Nope. Painfully I utilised the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). Desperate now, I had a search for the number to ring to see if the service had any problems. (It’s a recorded message of course), but I could not find it!
Then I needed to return to the Porcelain Throne. A grand clear-out followed, and again without any bleeding. Although the piles were now stinging a bit. I had close look a the pin’s knees.
Well, they had changed shape again from yesterday, and Spotty Muldoon sprang to mind as I took this photo? I hope that the Weevils hadn’t laid eggs under the skin and they were coming out after hibernation now? Hehe!
Washed and went back to the computer. To find lights flashing on the Virgin box. Slowly, the service (I use the word in the vaguest sense) returned. The input was slow, but enough for me to get on with updating the Tuesday Diary, at last.
The old EQ (Emotional Content) told me that something was going to happen today that woud be terrifying to me?
These persistent RPDDWWs were taking it out of me.
Eventually, I got the blog updated and sent off to WordPress. Went on the WP reader section, and then the TFZer Facebook site.
Started on this post next.
Nosh sorted out.
Mushrooms and parsnips veg soup. Tasty with some balsamic vinegar and bread.
Medications taken, a wierd tiredness overcame me, an off I nodded.
About 2125hrs or so, I woke up. In a terrible state, the whole flat was swirling and seemed to be leaning to the right and out of the recliner, moments later realising something was not right, and nor being able to move at all without losing control and balance, I pressed the panic alarm wristlet.
(This was typed on Thursday 2nd May, my first day home, nad me not in a very good state for typing, concentrating or brainwork, thanks to Brother-in-law Pete and Jane collecting me from the Nottigham City Council Home and back to the flat, to be interogated by the Social Services chap for the first time in a long while.) But I felt the need to tell the tale, sad as it was.
The alarm lady was talking to me while the Stroke was taking place. Everything that could escaped was doing so at the same time, was doing so! Front, rear, being sick, blood from the throat, in unison! I was trying make me way to the door to unlcok it, all I cpuld hear was the lady telling me to nlock the frnot door or they will have to break it down to get in! I was on all-fours and still faling over repeatedly. Somehow (without a doubt hekoed by the lady on the phone, annoying as hrr voice was at the time, it made me get there to let in the paramedic. A blank spot, until I recal being on the floor in the bathroon apologising for the mess I had left in the front room, and three medics in attendance, another blank spell, then I remember being an ambulance, blues and twos a-ringing out.
Going in a reception area. Seconds later I was gathered after a qucik going over, for an MRSA and Head scans, nad returning to the first bay I was in. A Doctor came and told me I had had a stroke, and was going to be moved to the City Hospital Stroke ward. Along with two other patients I was moved to the Nottingham City Hosital Green ward.
Blanks for a while then I recall being in a ward, but not really with it so as to speak.
23:55hrs. Woke and remembering straight away about the doctor’s appointment at… wait for it… 0715hrs this morning! (The note I’d scribbled and left on the computer screen to remind me helped! Hehe!)
I scrambled out of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner, in need of the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket. A new brand of wee-wee this morning. ESBOWW (Extremely-Short-Blast-Of-Wee-Wee) one.
Got the Health Checks done, again the sphygmomanometer operated first try. Glad to see that the Pulse had gone down at last.
I imbibed the medications, and as I was putting the kettle on, the regular summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. On my way to the wet room, it dawned on me how easily I had got out of there liner and walked about? Never the same any two consecutive mornings.
The evacuation went well and was not too messy. Some more blood from the rear end, but far less than yesterday. I’ve put this on the pad to tell the nurse about later.
Checking out the pins (legs) I was well-pleased with how they looked, approaching normal almost? I thought that maybe yesterday’s hobble had helped in this at first. But, the history of these pins has always been so changeable. So I’m not sure.
Cleaned up and finished making the tea, and on the computer to try an catch up as fast as I can, or I may end up being late for the Warfarin blood test? These plans were not helped by Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet when it went down… Again! Swine!
I pressed on when it returned and got the Monday post finished. I needed three ESBOWWs while doing the update. (I hope things don’t catch me out on the walk to the surgery!)
I made another mug of tea, and that annoying noise was around again. More of a tap-tapping noise but distant.
I had a look and listened outside, but heard and saw no possible cause of it.
Yesterday I mentioned this to some tenants, and two of them said they can hear them, too!
I’ll have to get the ablutions started soon.
As I was putting back some things I’d washed up, another mystery presented itself!
I found this plastic whatever it is on the window ledge? I honestly can’t remember seeing it before, and have not the foggiest idea what it is?
Lifes sleight-of-hand, chicanery, trickery, skulduggery, dissimulation, Accifauxpas, nasty surprises, Whoopsiedangleplops, unfathomability and mystery seems to cling to me nowadays! Just something I’ve noticed. Hehe!
05:20hrs, I got on with the ablutions. A stand-up style of course, too early to use the noisy shower yet, I’m afraid. I was a smidge surprised, that when I managed to cut myself under the chin in several places with the razor, no sooner had a washed the blood off and splashed some of the ‘Brute’ aftershave on it and winced a bit – they all stopped leaking, almost instantly? Yet another example of72, Woodthorpe Court mysteriousness to ponder over! I’m glad that the previous tenant, Mary, got out before the aliens, ghosts, Bol Weevils, spirits, and Cursed Bad Luck dawned on the apartment. Come think of it though, it was probably me they wanted to punish, not the flat. Hehe!
Got the Anticoagulation Deep Vein Thrombosis card filled in and put it in the jacket pocket. Nibbles for the staff in the bag, and set off out to walk to the Sherrington Park.
As I ambled along Chestnut Grove in the semi-light, the sky was again blue. I took two shots on the way. The first one being of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, with its number 72 flat being afflicted, plagued, tormented, hoodooed by cunning ghostly aliens. Presumably having arrived from somewhere between the Twilight Zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the spacetime continuum, issuing forth illusion, delusion, & hallucinations, on a daily basis! I know this, those lucky ones that are unaffected will not comprehend my misfortune! Oh, I drifted off the plot there for a moment, sorry! The second picture has the nearly finished Extra Care Winwood Court and the Winchester Court displayed.
A few spots of rain in the air, but it was not cold at all out there. I walked along, feeling a lot better than I have for a long time.
Not many folks about yet, well not on foot, a bit traffic though.
The mind went on one of its deep meandering sessions as I walk on without any bother down Winchester Street onto Mansfield Road, turned left and before I knew it, I’d gone up the hill and down finding myself in Carrington. I’d timed it to perfection. Got in an logged on at reception, and found myself telling the receptionist all about my recent problems. Well, it gave her a laugh if nowt else.
Nurse Nichole came out to collect me. I told her about the problems too. I mentioned the lotions that Tim Price told me about, she said for me to tell the Doctor before I bought any to make sure they would not clash with all the other medications I am on. She took the blood and went through the DVT card with me. She also explained, that the diabetic socks, when I get them, should be replaced every six weeks, I have to request replacements. I informed her of my problem in getting them washed every day, Nichole told me to wear them for two days. We managed a smile and laugh, I thanked her, handed over some nibbles, and departed, noticing through her window, that the rain was now a bit havier outside.
When I got out, the umbrella was utilised.
The walk back into Sherwood was not so pleasant. The feet started to sting a bit and Back Pain Brenda kicked off. Hey-ho!
As I git back into Carrington, I thought I’d get some bread from the Continental Store. Their sourdough sliced bread is good and tasty. I should have gone up the hill to the Post Office shop and got some my favourite large sliced Polish Sourdough, but the rain put me off the extra walking to get there. I bought some bits, including a beef tomato to have with the sarnies later.
I plodded dwon to Winchester Street, aware that the walk up the hill, was going to take alot more effort and pain that the walk down it earlier.
The rain was much lighter now.
A lorry was parked on the corner of a side street, and the motorists were getting a little annoyed at it, indeed
As I took the last of the photographs of the scenario, somehow or other the Volvo managed not to hit the grey car pulling out blind into the traffic. If they had clouted each other, I could have sent the picture to the Nottingham Post and been famous? Haha!
Making my way slowly up the hill, I came across a piece of Nottinghamian Street Art in the gutter. Tsk!
Further up the incline, I came across a bit of Nottingham Nature. Natural, from wild flowers and weeds in the hedging near the fencing.
Something about this warmed my heart. No idea what it was called or anything about it, I just had to admire how the plants force their way through.
I was struggling a bit now with the feet and back. I was so glad I had not gone to the top shop now.
At the 40 bus stop on Winchester Street Hill, I cmae across some more Nottinghamian Street Art in the shelter. I suppose that this spot is vandalised so much because there are no CCTV cameras nearby, at it is a relatively unsused spot without any local population about?
The last leg up to the flats took a lot of effort to get to. After the terrain got flatter, I felt easier, and walked along Chestnut Way, stopping at Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana’s window, where she was working and exchanged a few words and cheered each other up methinks.
As I plodded on, the rain lightened even further, but the lads were still working in it.
I reckon they were in ‘Let’s watch the Tarmac cool down’ mode. Hahaha!
I had take few minute respite at this stage, as the Kidney Kevin’s aching began to give me some grief. No idea why, its not usually so sudden in coming on. Still, all was well and al lot easier shortly. I moved on and got in the flat. I dropped the bag and hastened straight to the wet room. Ah, that might be thereason for Kevin Kidney’s intervention!
I put the bread and bits away, got the kettle on, and thought I heard some shouting from outide. I went on the balcony and cut my hand trying to open the spring cli to have a nosey.
I didn’t owt that could been the cause for the shouting.
Made the brew and got on the computer to update this post.
After an hour or two, I thought about some food intake.
I ate it all up. A flavour rating of 8/10 given.
I took the medications, and put a Doctor Who DVD on the box.
01:15hrs. I woke with the occasion implosion – followed an explosion, from within the catacombs of my innards. “Ah, I thought, at last, a possible successful evacuation is building up. I felt quite smug at my ploy of having the chilli meal last night, in support of the many failed Senna tablets! I slowly began to move the joints and limbs of my overly-stomach-burdened body. Anny Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry, Kidneys Kevin and so on; all seemed in a good mood with me!
A cracking rumble from the innards, encourage me to evacuate the rickety, now working again £300, ci 1968 second-hand recliner with all the haste I could muster! Off to the wet room, and onto the Porcelain Throne.
Porcelain Throne Acitivites: *(Things are told on the following sections, just how they were. If you are disinclined to read of such activities, please move down to the photo of the sphygmomanometer, thank you).
Things began to move, as soon as I sat down. But, so slowly and painfully. I’ve often referred to such evacuation contents as torpedo-like in the past. This morning’s agony-ridden description would be Submarine-like! How my five-foot long canal from the end of the small intestines to my rear-end evacuation point the last part of the digestive system stayed undamaged amazed me. How it was not torn-open, and how such a mass of that size got through my tubes, I just don’t know!
After I had recovered from the shock and suffering, another thing puzzled me; How the heck did the plumbing manage to get all that down to the sewers? The best part of the whole episode was that I did not see a single speck of blood anywhere during or after the procedure. I was a bit nervous after cleaning up and going to make a mug of tea, as I found that wind was escaping of its own accord, for several minutes. I assumed this was my innards, either celebrating getting rid of or preparing for the next dollop brewing up. Hehehe!
* Got the Health Checks done.
Sys 138, Dia 68, Pulse 86 and Temperature 34.5°, all looking good methinks.
I got the computer on and started on this blog creation. Made up the days Thought Graphic, and had a DTAAD (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) wee-wee. With sharp involuntary bursts of what sounded like a two-stroke engine from the rear-end, bursting forth, and painful they all were too!
I got far as here on this page and realised I had not updated yesterday’s blog yet, let alone sent it off. So, I got in with doing that. Klutz!
*(Things are told in the following paragraph, just how they were. If you are hesitant to read of such activities, please move down to the next section, thank you). This did not last long, for another Porcelain Throne visit was demanded! This evacuation was nowhere near as painful as the first one, thank heavens. But it did start Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding and stinging badly. The volume was much less but messier. It took an inordinately long time to clean up afterwards.
04:15hrs, I finally got the Friday blog finished and sent off to WordPress. Phew!
Things were beginning to get active still. The unstoppable aromaless ‘phut-phut-eeck’ winds were escaping with worrying regularity. The innards are now contumacious and bubbling. They are really going to work on giving me some discomfort! I don’t want to sound like an alter-cocker, but several areas of my insides, seem to become more active and harmful, at the same time? And the wee-wees are starting again, albeit they are of the DTAAD (Dribble-tinkle-and-all-done) style wee-wee.
I suppose I should have expected some discomfort, pains, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops like this to arrive this morning. After over 44hrs without a Porcelain Visit. The fun and pleasure of Sister Jane and Pete visiting me yesterday, and the good night’s sleep. With my luck and record, it is no surprise to me that with my terrible ill-fated fortuity, there is always the expectancy of a cataclysm, calamity, affliction, catastrophe and or disaster around the corner to suffer. No doubt, they were divined and retributed for me by the Greek Goddess of lousy luck, Tyche, bless her. In repayment of my recent bit of good luck, (For one-and-a-half hours yesterday; Jane & Pete’s visit) and as a lesson for me not to get expectant or hopeful of anything nice, prosperousness or pleasant happening to me, really. ‘Self-Pity and Sorry-for-Myself mode engaged. Hehehe!
I went to make a brew of tea, and to take the belated medications that I forgot to eat earlier. (Twit!) I had an extra Omeprazole and Ramipril, to try and calm down the innards and Duodenal Donald who’d started to kick-off as well! Fed-Up Mode increased to Defcon 3, Haha!
I took a photograph from the unwanted, impossible to access to clean, hard to open and close, light & view-blocking new windows. I took this in response to my hearing that whining noise again. I thought I might see something outside that might have been the source of the humming sound. But no.
I got back doing this post. The winds still involuntarily coming from the rear, got more frequent, until minutes after I had to visit the Porcelain Throne for the third time!
I far easier passage this time, although it left me feeling more sorer in the rear quarters. And, Harolds Haemorrhoids did not bleed. So that was good.
I went on the WordPress reader page. Then onto Facebook.
I stopped and bravely, I thought, had a bash at trying to cut the worst of my toenails.
No wonder I thought I was having difficulties in keeping my balance. I discovered that the left leg was more fluid-filled and puffy than the right one! Hehehe!
I only managed to cut the two big nails. It was physically impossible for me to do any more, because of the pain. Hey-ho!
I decided it was time for some breakfast. Cornflakes. Had another DTAAD wee-wee.
Utter fatigue came over me, I tried to sort some cupboards out in the kitchen to try and pull myself out of the sudden mental and physical collapse. I did well for half-an-hour, or so, then Anne Gyna kicked off, and I stopped. Sat down and put on a Dr Who DVD, nodded off for a few minutes, and woke up in need of yet another Porcelain Throne visit! These trips are leaving me very sore in certain areas now! Humph! Where it was all coming from, remains a mystery, but it had changed to the messy variety now, and cleaning up afterwards at least helped concentrate the vagueness and disinterest of the mind.
While I was up, I got the dinner sorted out. I deliberately made a small portioned one. Sicilian tomatoes, Melton pork pie and a handful of chips, a few slices of the Milk Roll loaf, and a small pot of lemon yoghourt.
I ate it all, but it took a while, as for some reason I was finding it hard to swallow. So I made sure I masticated the food as well as I could with my shortage of teeth. Hehe! I still enjoyed it, though, a flavour rating of 8.2/10 was granted.
A check on the state of the pins (legs), revealed knobbly shins and some new speckly-spots and blood papsules on the anaemic looking limbs. Hey-ho!
Fell asleep for a while, and was woken with Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna both going at it, creating discomfort for me. I took a few good swigs of the inefficient, ineffective, inefficacious, inadequate, feeble prescription medicine, to try and calm thing down inside, along with the usual medications.
As I was settling back down in the £300, second-hand ci1968 recliner, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Cleaned up afterwards again, and returned to the recliner with a stingy, sore tender rear-end! I put some Germolene on specific areas.
I got things in as comfortable a position as was possible, to alleviate the haemorrhoid pains, and had to get up again for another DTAAD wee-wee!
I think I watched some more of the DVD in between many dropping-off to sleep periods, varying from a minute to ten or so.
A very concerned and truly wee’d off Nottingham pensioner finally drifted into a demented dream-filled kip! Tsk!
