I felt a bit like the sky this morning a, bit dark and unsettled, on edge, anxious.
Must do me best to get some sorting done again: I just hope BJ gets in touch. I think he rang last night but just ‘Private number’ shown on phone.
Must remember Wednesday the Age UK gentleman is calling and Thursday the evaluator from Spencer Courts is coming to interview and assess me for application to the flat.
The mind still swirling. The littlest setback criticalistion or failure and down I go. Sad state of affairs.
Even me BP readings looked dodgy to me this morning, I’ll ask the District Nurse when she comes to give me the needle, if she can have a look.
Sys 131, Dia 76, Pulse 99, Temp 34.6c?
Started this diary – had a washski and started to sort some paperwork out.
BJ rang again, this time on another phone that showed up – rang him back. His better half answered, BJ will call later to see me.
I think missing me walks and wanders is doing me no good, but just do not have the time with all these appointments to go on ’em – Sad!
So, Wednesday Age UK advisor coming – Thursday MRBHA assessor coming, Friday clinic, District nurses twice a day for the next six days at least.
BJ called and I explained me situation come plight to him – he took me bags of washing to give Mandy at the launderette to do a service wash for me bless him. He said he would come this afternoon to take some of the bags away for me. What a mate!
Waiting for the nurse I updated this sad Tommy-rot. Whilst doing so the warm wet sensation came in me pants – Boggleplonkdamn! – Little Inch was bleeding again. Cleaned missen up and continued to wait for the nurse.
Nurses arrived and done me injections. We had a nice chin-wag for a bit.
I then searched totally without any success for me multi-point Sim card attachment for the laptop, the one I’d used three hours ago! After over an hour of searching I gave up. Oh dear…
Updated this diary to here, then waited to hear from BJ.
BJ arrived, returned me done service-laundry (£15.99) and set too helping me sort the bags out, and he not only took bags to the bins, but lifted me to the computer shop, where they didn’t have any multi-card reader (shame) and then to the Nottingham Hospice shop with the bags, heater, TV and DVDs. Unfortunately, the lady said they cannot accept or sell TVs? So BJ ran us to the Sue Ryder shop and they accepted it.
Got a call from the nurses, the Anoxaparin was to be stopped – as me last INR test had improved. So nobody will be calling who I can have natter with – Huh!
Then back to the flea-pit and BJ spent hours helping me sort a corner out.
During which it suddenly hailed in bucketfuls.
By now I was done in physically but still wanted to get a multi-card reader to replace the one that had magically disappeared.
So when BJ left, saying he’s try to get here tomorrow afternoon and help some more, I thanked him and set off for the bus-stop to go into town and Jessop’s camera shop.
Damned decent chap is BJ.
One of the best, bless him.
As I waked along the hail that had fallen for a few minutes had turned into snow.
Down Church Drive over the pelican crossing and down to the bus-stop.
I soon caught a bus into the City Centre. Got off on Milton Street and walked on to cross the lights into Clumber Street.
The famous Nottinghomian’s again proving there determination to ignore the Walk Don’t walk lights at all costs.
I popped into the Jessop’s shop anf got the multi-card reader – same model as the one I lost.
It was getting late now and I was getting more tired than ever – but as I passed some noshery or other – the smell of the food made me hungry again.
When I got on the bus I took a photo of a building housing shops, and mighty fine workmanship and design too. Erected in 1901 the plaque said.
When I got off the bus in Carrington the smell from the Greek fish &chip shop even smelt nice… well, not as repugnant as it usually does like.
The rain began starting as I got to the flea-pit.
I cooked me nosh and made a cuppa.
Then ate me nosh – bet yer can’t guess what all the ingredients were from this photographicalisation wot I dun?
Clues?: American… root, toms, beet, leaves, two kind of pot’s?
I’m so glad to be eating again.
Did some Facebooking and got me head down – now to see if me mind let’s me sleep Hehe!
Woke up with a jump and racing mind: Got nurse coming in for last ( I hope) Anoxaparin injection – then must go to GP ask about is it safe to take St Peters Wort with other medications? (Which I forgot to do) – Look at BP readings on me record list (Which I forgot to do) – find out last INR reading from Friday, get new dosage, have new INR test – try to get some packing done – Contact BJ re asking for help with moving stuff… the mind spins.
Bleeding from little Inch lesion not so bad this morning. Feeling nervous about everything I think of – what’s a matter with me I asked myself – again, no answer came the reply. Tsk!
Did me tests: Sys 149, Dia 85, Pulse 72, Temp 32.1
WC’d, no blood from the rear end. Stomach churning a tad.
Went to start laptop and found I’d left it on. Huh!
Took photo from window – raining heavily.
Checked emails for anything from hospital, doctors, housing or authorities – nowt there.
The tummy calmed down a bit now.
Put water heater on and Facebooked a while waiting for it to heat up. Then titivated myself and went down to make a cuppa and wait the arrival of the District Nurse.
Bent down to pick up some stuff from one of the many piles of ‘notyetsorted’ rubbish and started the back off again… I’m getting frustrated now, and querulous with life.
District nurses twice a day, INR tests, Clinic visits, sorting out not getting done, bleeding from front and rear end, Anne Gyna not happy… me mind racing confusedly on its own accord… not a confident or happy chappie at the moment. Hey-ho!
Sorted a few things out into bags.
Made a cuppa and pot of porridge, and continued waiting for the arrival of the nurse – daring not to move in case I miss her, again nowt much got done in the packing and sorting department of the hovel, but I managed a couple of black bags.
The District Nurse arrived and soon had me injected.
I collected me notes of what to ask the medical person about when I arrived at the Sherringham Medical Practise Surgery, and set off on my poddle to the surgery.
Feeding a few pigeons that came down to have their breakfast on the road outside.
It was a bit gloomy and drizzly this morning, and I still felt so unnaturally tired it bothered me a bit.
Down and into the surgery the receptionist gave me the INR results and new dosages – the level had improved from 1.3 to 1.9 but they said I still have to continue with the Enoxaparin injections.
And gave me a prescription to have filled in at the Pharmacy for 10 filled syringes, which means five more days worth at least, and there is still two left in the box from the last sessions.
Also I had to make an appointment with the surgery nurse to have INR level test done on the 18th May – I pointed out that it is the 18th today – she made me an appointment with the nurse for 1315hrs today. Busy again!
Out into the rain and had a walk down to the Chemist to have me prescription filled.
As usual they did not have sufficient stock to hand and gave me seven syringes telling me to return tomorrow afternoon for the other three. (No rest fer the wicked eh?)
I called into the launderette next door and spoke with Mandy asking her how much it would cost to have a service wash done tomorrow, if I could get in touch with BJ to ask him if he could get the wash there and collect it afterwards?
She took a photo of me flabby-belly for me.
It’s amazing how quickly the marks (on the right in the photo but actually on me left) from yesterday had died-down so quickly.
I plodded back to the flea-pit and was still amazed at how tired I felt. Must be a side effect of the drug mixing with me regular ones surely?
I had another dizzy-spell when I got up off the stool to see what nosh I had in the freezer to have tonight for me nosh and crashed down back on it starting me blind-boil hurting again! Tsk, Huh and Gobbledinnash!
Still, I have an American pulled-pork and potatoes ready-meal in there I might have tonight. If I ever feel hungry.
I tried to do some clearing up, no sooner had I bent down a couple of times the angina started again, bad.
So there I was just beginning to feel a tad sorry for missen and I had a call to the porcelain – Crickey the blood! The lesion on me little Inch was pouring, took me ages to get it down to a leak and not flow – so I’m sat here now covered in paper towels with crossed fingers – if it don’t stop soon I’ll have to ring for help.
It seems to have stopped I hope, but it took ages to do so.
I do feel sorry for missen now! Huh!
Set the alarm in the event that I can nod-off for a bit and make sure I’m up for when the District Nurse calls between 1900 and 2200 hrs.
A chap from Age UK rang to say he’s call on Wednesday to see me about assistance with moving. (IF I get the flat).
Can’t eat or sleep it seems now – might as well try reading me book.
Got me laundry things half ready for tomorrow. Hoping that BJ will call.
I went down and made a cup of tea and waited for the nurse to arrive.
Three hours later she came – a Scottish gal, very patient and kind and did me medicationalisationing on me left side tonight for me.
We had a char and she said she’d send in a report telling them I needed help bless her cotton socks.
Late now, still not hungry, tired mind, but can I drop off? No! Double Tsk!
Up at 0700hrs to get ready for the district nurse’s visitation for me injection.
The morning sky
My dreams seemed to have been all about people in a long line queuing up to bollock me, tell me off or lambast me on a great range of topics and faults and failures? Hundreds of them, some I recognised others strangers. The last dream I was starting work at a small busy railway station in military uniform of some sort – always queues all day and night, off procedures to do that seemed normal but nothing like the actual duties that would be carried out at such a place, think I enjoyed it.
Haemorrhoids and the Inch lesion bleeding this morning. However the blind-boil was less painful.
Fatima, Fred and Ferdinand having breakfast this morning
Fed Fatima Fred and Ferdinand who popped down for breakfast when I was taking the rubbish out to the bin.
The District Nurse came and done me. Young gal this time.
I had a look at me previous few INR results out of no particular interest like. 3.5 is me target level: 1.5 – 3.4 – 2.9 – 2.9 – 2.4 – 3.3 – 1.2 – 1.3 – 1.3 the nurses are coming again tonight and then in the morning to do the last Anoxaparin injections – no notification yet from the hospital or doctors about when me next INR test is to be, or what me last one was?
I keep up going from perky to down so quickly, the slightest thing, put-down or failure and the gloom descends. I must mention this to the GP when I go for me next INR level test. It’s never been like this, so up and down to the depths so changeable so quickly before. Perhaps it’s a side-effect of the Anoxaparin?
Made a cuppa and took medications.
Started to do some sorting of the rubbish at last – but the dizzies came on again and I went over luckily falling on a pile of bagged clothes waiting to go to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.
Did me BP tests: Sys 178 Dia 90 Puls 82 Temp 34.2
A high reading today, this might be why the dizzies came on when I started bending up and down? Going to do some computing to relax and calm down and hope I don’t fall asleep.
Did some graphics for the TFZer gals, despite Coreldraw9 repeatedly crashing and having to restart the laptop, I didn’t let it get me going this time, thought about me blood-pressure see.
Made a flask of tea and started on with this here diary.
Visited the porcelain and found the little Inch bleeding again, very dark red this time.
Due I imagine to the low level of me INR or maybe the Anoxaparin medications.
Or would the high blood pressure make it coloured so deeply?
Hey-ho, I hope I can nod off and get some kip before the night nurse calls.
Wonder what to have for nosh today?
I’ll surprise missen. Hehe!
Did a search for me glasses that I er… misplaced last week.
No luck at all.
Hey-ho!
Got the nosh ready… Roast potatoes, garden peas and braised beef in onion gravy.
Mucho goodo too!
I rate this nosh at 8/10!
Followed it with two blackcurrant and ice-cream frozen lollies.
When I had a wash and brush-up I checked out me latest bruises from the injections.
I thought the photograph came out looking like a piece of contemporary art?
Did some more updating on this diary.
I managed to make a few bags of ‘Getridof’ stuff – but how I’m going them to the Hospice shop I don’t know yet.
It was pitch black-dark when the District Nurse arrived – she did me second syringe of Anoxaparin on the other side of flabbadob belly and shot off, I was her last client… her very tired last client!
She said I had to have one more in the morning and then go see the GP to find out what the INR level was last Friday and then have another test done.
Somehow I stayed awake to finish this dairy off here.
Oh dear, I feel a warm wet glow from me nether regions… I’ll check, hang on please…
Huh! – bleeding Inch again.
Cleaned missen up and applied some of me Betamethasone cream.
Got up feeling well drained still – remembered bits of a dream involving a large house and various large ladies of an amorous nature I was pursuing around the rooms and gardens, happily they seemed to respond to my advances – now that really is a dream!
Pretty but weird sky
On me way down to make a cup of tea, I espied the sky from the top window and thought it looked a bit different with its light blue with white edging and the swirling dark clouds above.
A sign of something coming methinks, but what?
It seemed a bit warmer this morning.
I remembered to get ready for the nurse coming to dispense the Anoxaparin injections into me ticker. They are coming in twice a day over the weekend (planned to anyway) to do this for me.
Did me BP thing: Sys 141-Dia 85-Pulse 85-Temp 33.1c
Checks on me other ailment: Arthritis knees not bad at all, hands fair, Blind-boil nasty, Anne Gyna fair, Duodenal ulcer okay, hernia okay, Reflux valve sticking but not swollen? Inch Lesion no bleeding, Haemorrhoids no bleeding.
Breakfast today
Made me cuppa and had me breakfast (Medications hehe).
Started laptop and it didn’t recognise the power supply. This happened a couple of months ago and I had to get a new unit – Huh!
Started to create this diary.
The call to the porcelain intervened and things were still loose to say the least.
The Sky continued to impress
Did a bit of sorting, but of course the bins are full and I’ve already got several black backs and box’s of stuff ready to find a kind person to take the away for me.
Weary now.
The District Nurse arrived and gave me some more bruises with the syringe bless her.
Selfies of me syringe marks
She seemed intent on going in deeper than the other nurses did, tonight between 2000 > 2200hrs another nurse should be along to ‘do me’ hehehe!
Tried to do some ‘selfies’ (Is that the word?) of flabby belly bruises. More to come too. Hey-ho!
So I’m going to try and get some sleep in between because I really feel knackered now, excessively so.
I’ll try to do some Facebooking and see how I feel first.
Had me nosh for the day.
Fell asleep – easily.
Woke around 1825hrs.
Had wash and shave and took me evening medications including the 2½ Warfarin.
Updated this diary to here and went down to await the arrival of the Night Nurse.
Still feeling tired with my spirits seeming to be up one minute and down the next?
Hey-ho!
Woke up around 1935hrs and titivated missen and got ready for the District Nurse took.
Made an impromptu rhyme while I was waiting for the nurse to arrive. I’ll post it later – about when I stopped drinking.
The nurse arrived and injected me flobadob tummy.
I’d been feeling a bit shivery and cold, but it was actually warm tonight?
Glad I managed a bit of a kip now, but guilty that I have again got no sorting out done. Tsk!
Finished this diary off and got me Rhyme post done and posted too.
Nodded off and woke with such gusto within about five minutes – panic and confusion fer a few seconds – I must have had an instant dream perhaps? Real weird feeling – and I could not get back to kip for yonks. Tsk!
Woke up to find I’d nodded off with the laptop left on and me bent over it, the light on and a little disorientated.
Amazing but I could not remember dreaming at all last night.
I stirred and did me BP test:
Sys 163 – Dia 88 – Pulse 80 – Temp 32.3 Looks right to me, must remember to take the log with me when I go to see the Obergruppenführer Nurse this morning at the GP surgery for me INR level tests.
Took a photo of the gloomy sky when I went down to make a cuppa.
Noticed the notes I’d left to remind me what to do today: GP nurse INA 0915hrs – Take BP log, take nibbles – Go to Hospice shop with what I can carry there – Fetch medication from chemist – Fetch reading glasses from boots – Try to do some more clearing up – Nurse coming 1530hrs injection maybe? Call to see BJ. (I got two done)
Now all I have to do is lose the list. Hehe!
Onto the porcelain expecting another slow painful session- but it was alright this time.
Started to finish yesterday’s diary – Laptop mouse sticking a bit? Got it posted and started off this diary.
Coreldraw9 froze again when I was creating this header.
I sat here thinking (Dangerous that I know!)IFI get in this flat – what how do I need to get it right – Curtains, hard bed, fridge-freezer, carpets etc… I’ve got none of these things here, or they are so old and dilapidated they can’t be used again… then I thought: “Hang on mush, you ain’t got it yet, why punish yerself wiv worrying abarght it now?” Of course there was no one to answer me.
I wish sometimes my mind could be turned off to gimme some rest – but no doubt there are millions of proletariats just like wot I am thinking the same? Hey-ho!
Got another urgent call to the porcelain throne – boy have things changed quickly… the runs starting now! Bogglesplonkunblow!
Got missen titivated and set of to the GP surgery with all me gear needed.
I was soon with the nurse – having to explain everything again. She was busy and said she was only allotted a few minutes for each patient, not nasty like, nicely.
Felt guilty asking her about me painful but not seen boil on me bum, she had a quick look and couldn’t see any boil?
Then asked to have a quick look at me BP log reading, she said a few high but others okay.
Then she took me INR blood test and recorded various details on the computer.
Then she gave me the injection into me ticker.
She seemed in a good mood when I left, despite patients waiting to see her being held up my me.
I walked to the chemist to collect me monthly prescriptions, but they weren’t ready. Call back in late afternoon he said. Summat else to forget there!
I’d hoped to get to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop with some bags but decided I’d never do that and collect me Prescriptions in time to get back in time for the nurses visit.
So I set off on me walk into the City Centre to visit the EE shop for guidance on me ‘orrible new mobile phone and collect me new spectacles. (Yes I lost the other pair!)
The usual collection of Nottingham Pavement Cyclist en-route.
At least this ‘erbert didn’t go over against the lights.
A bit further on there was an altercation going on outside one of the ’24 hour Continental Shop’ – I kept wobbling on not wanting to get involved like, there was a good few fellers involved so no photographicalisationing there.
I know when not to get involved and this looked like such a situation.
I saw the police vehicles with blues and twos going as they passed me on the way to the incident.
I poddled on through Milton Street and across into Clumber Street and down to the EE shop.
Being earlyish there was no customers in the shop and I approached the ankle-snapper assistant who actually yawned when he greeted me.
I asked him if he could show me how to store numbers in the phone and he toyed with it for a few minutes then said – you don’t do it on contacts on this phone (Which he’d just learnt by trying to do so and failed)
He then went through the People option, so quick I had to ask him to do it again so I could write it down. what I ended up with was Press Phone – People – Plus sign – Microsoft account – Type -Disc sign… very helpful… I’ll try it when I get time.
I then asked him how I changed the ring tone and made it louder – his fingers flashed, beeps beeped and within seconds he’s handed it back to be saying “Done that, anything else I can help you with?” as he looked at the ceiling?
I thanked him and got the standard half-hearted “Have a good day” from him. Not the choice of words I fancied that he wanted to say like.
As I walked through the City Centre to go to Boots Opticians I spotted these mannequins in a shop window with the writing: ‘The Groom Goes Free’ – there are some who would not agree with that methinks Hehe.
So up passed the Tram Stop and up to the top of Friar Lane and into Boots Opticians shop.
The spectacles were not ready. (Well fancy that I thought)
I thought I’d taken a photograph of the new stalls appearing in the slab square as I crossed it on me way to Trinity Square.
I hadn’t.
It was supposed to be of the Ostrich steak thingy… this is what I actually took? – Tsk, Twit!
Up to Trinity Square and took a photograph of the upmarket very expensive massive new Harvest Restaurant – you can see how popular it is with the Nottinghomians massed eating al-fresco can’t you?
And this was lunchtime on a Friday too.
Fed the pigeons some seed and meal-worms.
Then wandered painfully down Trinity Walk towards the bus-stop.
The feet and knees had joined the mystery boil in giving me some pain now.
Around the corner and more Nottingham Pavement Cyclist, bless em.
I decided to divert and call at Tesco in the Victoria centre to get some bread, tomatoes and apples while I was in town.
I got a call on the phone but the sunlight prevented me seeing the answer button and it stopped before I could find it. I had a look when I got inside the centre but couldn’t tell which one it was that I’d missed – eventually I found two missed calls with no number to ring back on – Tsk!
Into Tesco.
Came out with me tomatoes and Cox’s apples and a Cheese and Caramelised Tear and Share bread? Looked good to me, and it was £1 on offer.
It’s a complete mystery to me how those two fresh cream strawberry Jam doughnuts could possibly have found there way into me shopping bag!
An total enigma, conundrum and puzzle that is.
Managed to avoid this Pavement Cyclistess who actually made a beeline towards me after I’d taken the photograph!
In ever increasing pains from me bum-boil and feet I made me way to the bus-stop and caught one back to Carrington and the flea-pit.
As I walked down the street to the house, a chap loading his van informed me that two nurses had called to see me and were concerned I wasn’t in. I thanked him.
Realising they must have been me missed call. They had left landline contact numbers yesterday so I called on day time one – engaged, so I made a cuppa and put me things away and tried again – engaged.
Call to the porcelain answered.
I started to update this diary and then tried calling them again and got through. They were not sure if I needed another Anoxiparin injection and I explained I’d had one this morning got at the GP, and I was not in because they told me you would arrive at 1500hrs? She said to wait in near the phone in case they call me with the result of today’s test from the hospital, then we’d know, and to give them a call at 1500hrs either way.
I did mention earlier that’s it getting confusing didn’t I? Haha!
An hour later it got even more confusing!
I got me Anticoagulant Therapy result back through the door at 1230hrs! How they did that so quickly I don’t know! It usually takes 1/2 days – it must be serious this time eh! – Tsk! It says to start Enoxaparin shots and to take 3 Warfarin for 3 days then follow the guide on the form.
Then I saw the date… it was for the tests earlier not this morning’s, it said my next Test Date was today… really confusing now innit?
The lid on me new cheapo Asda flask broke so I’d used me expensive one like. But it didn’t keep me tea warm?
Hey-ho!
I rang the District Nurse as instructed. I told her about the Coagulation result form coming back on the same number I rang earlier. Of course I didn’t get the nurse I got a receptionist – so, as me call allowance on the phone dwindled I had to explain things again and got put through to another nurse – explained things to her. She said she would make arrangements for a night nurse to call around 8 to 10 o’clock and give me the injection but if I get the results from the QMC and I did not need them, ring back and let them know ASAP.
I usually get me head down early to avoid seeing the yobboes.
Great!
I made sure me phone was in me pocket in case the QMC rang me with the results and made me way to the chemist to try once again to get me monthly prescription medications, what a day of failed futilities! Hehe!
Set off down to the chemists, the kids were coming out of school – not that that stops any Nottingham Pavement Cyclists from belting passed the school gates. He was In the distance before I got me camera out but he’s there, the Git!
Through the twitchell and as I turned right into Mansfield Road – another unthinking Nottingham Pavement Cyclist caught on camera.
This time an idiot in High School uniform with a Scooterist in tow with him.
Down to the Chemist and asked about me monthly medications – they told me it was the remainder of the Exonaparin syringes that had arrived that they were short of on me prescription for them yesterday. Well that’s put the pan in the fire with the District Nurses, who had naturally thought that because they had seven syringes had arranged for 7 to be given – now we find they’re two more, now I’ve got go through all that explaining on the phone again… That is if me call-credit doesn’t run out first! Huh!
Said me farewells after giving them some nibbles and thanking them and popped into the Co-op to see if they had any pickled beetroots in.
They hadn’t, not that that stopped old spendy-boy here from spending. They had some Cheese and caramelised onion scones and some packs of mixed leaf greens… I weakened again.
Got back to the tip and made me healthy nosh fer the night:
Petit Pois, cheese & onion scones, lettuce, seaweed, tomatoes, cheese and caramelised onion bread, sweet pork loin and followed that by having one of the amazing jump-in-the-bag-on-their-own-accord Tesco Fresh Cream Strawberry doughnuts.
Oh, and a Cox’s Apple.
And very enjoyable it was too – shame about no beetroot but there yer go.
An even bigger shame that I haven’t got any sorting out done – feel bad about that – but now, after a day of frustration and failure I am fully fatigued. But I’ve still got to go on and wait for the night nurse to come later, I’m drained but dare not go to sleep for fear of missing her.
Mind you, I don’t know if I should be having another injection or not yet?
I haven’t heard anything from the hospital Anticoagulation Therapy people – maybe I ought to ring the GP surgery before it closes and see if they have been informed… yes I will…hang on a moment please…
Well, I called them and they do not know either.
She said she would ring me back.
As I said earlier, Hey-ho! What a day.
So tired-out now… waiting, hoping to get the promised call back…
Did some Facebooking…
Read a bit of me D-Day book…
Did some more Facebooking…
Picking my nose now…
Going on YouTube to watch a film, no, no good can’t hear it on this laptop and dare not use the headphones for fear of missing a call from the GP or nurse. Tsk!…
Trying a game of Tetris now as I continue to wait…
Fed up now.
Scratched me bum and started me blind-boil stinging. Huh!
Made a cuppa.
Want to go to the porcelain but dare not in case I miss the nurse.
Went on BBC news site.
Feeling frustrated now and nervous.
Over five hours waiting for the promised return call from GP receptionist – hopes of getting one about nil now.
Nowt from the nurse either – checked that the mobile was on, it is.
Getting irritable now.
Getting really dark now.
Did some WordPress reading.
Aha… after just seven hours the nurse does cometh…
I explained the bother and failure I’d had in trying to find what my INR level tests from this morning were and if I needed the Anoxaparin injections still.
I was told in no uncertain terms that “Your having them anyway, cause it’s down on my sheet, two a day until Monday, now lift yer shirt up…”
Fair enough, I lifted up me shirt.
She did me and filled in the sheet and was off.
Tired and now depressed I was turning everything off and remembered I hadn’t eaten me cream cakes.
So I got upstairs and did! Hehehe!
Naughty but nice!
I started the laptop to finish this diary and get it posted – and the thing wouldn’t boot first time – turned her off and tried again and it took ages for it to load eventually – oh dear, hope it’s going to be alright next time.
Well, one of me most frustrating days for yonks is coming to a close – thank gawd for that!
Been dreaming of me medications last night, it seems I was using them in a meal of seaweed and sausages? But I couldn’t find the vinegar and was very miffed with this and was stopping people in the street searching them for me bottle of vinegar – why I was cooking over a candle or in the street I don’t know. That’s all I can remember.
GP surgery this morning to make appointment for my extra INR Warfarin level test and sort the message I got from them out.
Then will be doing only clearing out and up until I’m too fatigued or run out of room to store stuff ready to go.
Did me checks: Sys 148, Dia 79, Pulse 76, Temp 35.2c
They all look alright to me. Took me dedications.
No WC visit yet! Mmm?
0735hrs: Going to get ready for GP now, I’ll get back to yers after I’ve done some cleaning. TTFN.
1055hrs: Well I’m back – but had to struggle back with the bag of bags of stuff for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, because of an unplanned change of plans like at the GPs.
Oh me poor feet – hehe.
I poddled down to the surgery (Arrived with me bags at 0825hrs) and asked for an appointment for tomorrow (Fri) like to have me Warfarin test done as their emails instructed me to – one receptionist said they don’t do them on a Friday, the other said they did. After consultations with the GP they gave me an appointment for tomorrow at 0930 hrs.
Then they told me the doctor has only just got the details of the hospitals request for me to have the Enoxaparin jabs. And she needs to sort out what levels I was supposed to be having.
The rather gorgeous GP called me in and we went through some details. Then she asked me to wait in the waiting room while she saw some other patients then she’d find out where to ring to attain the dosage level for me and call me back in.
I got me crossword book out and spent a while having a go at them – ajnd the GP appeared asking me for me Anticoagulation Alert Card for the details, she returned to her surgery, and I got back to me crosswords.
Later the receptionist gave me back me Alert Card.
The GP called me back into the surgery and she explained that she had arranged for a district nurse to call twice today to give me the 80mg shots of the medication around midday and then again later. So I must get myself to the chemist for the syringes to be dispensed from the prescription she gave me and then home and stay there for the rest of the day so as not to miss the nurse, and after she had been to remain near a phone in case of allergic any reactions.
So off to the chemists and got me prescription filled for the 7 Enoxaparin filled Syringes.
Got another pack of St Johns Wort essence, being as I could see they only had one pack left on display.
Rang me brother in law while waiting to see how he and sister Jane were doing, they have both been feeling poorly.
They’re both feeling a bit better, so that cheered me up a bit. Disappointed in not getting rid of some bags of stuff to the Hospice though – everything seems to be stopping me getting on with sorting things out at the flea-pit lately. Tsk!
Walked back through the twitchell and the pigeons came down for their breakfast as I got to the dump.
Scared to go up to the WC in case I missed the nurse – Mmm!
Tried to access Gmail but the laptop wouldn’t let me for some reason?
Did a bit of sorting, not a lot only the tiniest bit – I’ll have another go after the nurse has paid her first visit methinks – that is if I feel up to it and none of the possible side effects the GP spoke of affects me – all go and get nowt done here innit?
I’ve just looked up possible side effects:
What lotta of em! The ones I’ve already got from the other medications have got an * asterix next to em. The onlt reason I copied them here is the number of them surprised me – afterwards I looked up some side effects if some of me other medications and realised this list is not so long after all. Puzzling int it? Hehehe!
coughing up blood
Bleeding Gums
difficulty with breathing or swallowing
* dizziness
headache
increased menstrual flow or vaginal bleeding?
nosebleeds
paralysis
prolonged bleeding from cuts
red or black, tarry stools
red or dark brown urine
shortness of breath
Less common
* Bruising
chest discomfort
* collection of blood under the skin
* confusion
continuing bleeding or oozing from the nose and/or mouth, or surgical wound
convulsions (seizures)
fever
* irritability
* lightheadedness
* lower back pain
* pain or burning while urinating
* swelling of the hands or feet
tightness in the chest
uncontrolled bleeding at the site of injection
vomiting of blood or material that looks like coffee grounds
wheezing
Rare
* Back pain
burning, pricking, tickling, or tingling sensation
* chest pain
chills
cough
decreased urine output
dilated neck veins
* dizziness or lightheadedness when getting up suddenly from a lying or sitting position
* extreme fatigue
fainting
fast or irregular heartbeat
* general feeling of discomfort or illness
* irregular breathing
leg weakness
* problems with bowel or bladder function
skin rash or hives
* sneezing
sore throat
sudden fainting
* Becoming good looking and appealing to women (Joke, sorry)
swelling of the face, fingers, feet, genitals, mouth, or tongue
thickening of the bronchial secretions
* troubled breathing
weight gain
Incidence not known
Abdominal or stomach pain
deep, dark purple bruise
hives or welts
irregular heartbeat
itching, pain, redness, or swelling
large, flat, blue, or purplish patches in the skin
nausea or vomiting
* nervousness
* numbness or tingling in the hands, feet, or lips
puffiness or swelling of the eyelids or around the eyes, face, lips, or tongue
redness of the skin
* skin rash
* unusual tiredness or weakness
* weakness or heaviness of the legs
Some of the side effects that can occur with Enoxaparin may not need medical attention. As your body adjusts to the medicine during treatment these side effects may go away. Your health care professional may also be able to tell you about ways to reduce or prevent some of these side effects. If any of the following side effects continue, are bothersome or if you have any questions about them, check with your health care professional.
I feel a bit less down today, despite me best laid plans being sent to pot again?
Knuckled down to do some paperwork sorting for three hours.
Obvious now the nurse isn’t calling at lunchtime then? She’s probably up to her neck in it. Maybe she can get the evening visit in. I can’t nip to the surgery to have the nurse there do me injection into me ticker cause I might miss the nurse coming to do the injection into me ticker… mouthful that!
Did me tablet box’s up, took about an hour this time – and realised because of taking all the extra Warfarins I was getting a bit short on em like, I wont run out but will if they increase me dosages tomorrow. I think me monthly medications should be ready about now – and I foolishly forgot to ask when I was in there earlier getting the Enoxaparin syringes… Tsk and Huh!
Getting weary now.
Started the laptop – on third try! No windows on first two attempts (Oh I hate the Bill Gates!) Windows updates came in when I closed down earlier? I got a message when in eventually loaded telling that my windows updater was out of date and offering to upgrade it if I clicked here? No identification of who the message was coming from? I declined, being unsure like. Anyone else had this message please?
Started to update the diary.
Well I still can’t move out to get me medications or go to the doctors for me injection cause the nurse hasn’t made it to me yet – and I am suffering cause I dare not go up to use the porcelain throne for fear of missing her… or him. It’s understandable because she/he will have her/his regulars to tend to.
The Nurses came, two bonnie beauties with a good understanding attitude.
The gave me a jab in the ticker and left me with one syringe for the GP surgery nurse Obergruppenführer Herr Goebbels to use in the morning when I go for me INR level tests.
They interrogated me mildly and gently with many questions and then did a tour of the house to assess how I was coping… or not coping.
They even left me contact numbers for them and said that one of them would be round tomorrow about 1530hrs if needed, to give me another injection, bless them.
I shot off to the chemist to get some Liver oil capsules and find out when me medications would be ready for this month.
Back soon folks!
Got to chemists and bought me capsules and they said the medications would be ready tomorrow afternoon. On impulse on the way back I noticed the Chinese take-away was open and nipped in and got a nosh.
Got back to the bomb-site and demolished the sweet and sour pork and chips meal. Gorgeous!
Then onto the porcelain – and there I stayed for an hour! A side effect of the medication or the meal? Painful and slow evacuation achieved.
Started to finish this diary… Fell asleep with the laptop still on… finihed and posted it in the morning.
Woke in a state of panic and nervousness, with a bit of shame in there somewhere too. I’ve been dreaming of the (possible) new flat in the sheltered complex again and animals chasing me, all sorts hyenas, giant rats and snakes I remember being amongst them.
Took me readings, but without any enthusiasm. Feeling pitifully ashamed of myself for some reason. Sys153 Dia75 Pulse79 Temp36.2c.
Noticed the sky was brighter this morning and took a photo of it – purely from habit, I have no interest in what the sky looks like today.
Too intent on worrying about my having to go begging for help this morning, help with the sorting the Flea-pit out in time for the visit from the housing inspector checks on me to see if I am accepted for the flat.
Sat for ages musing and planning what to say when I get their with no decisions made.
Lynton gave me some tips and encouragement over the phone, but I am a different person now – the bubbly have a laugh side of me has gone for a bit. Tsk! All worry and fretting. Dreading to go and plead for help from strangers and ashamed for having to. I don’t feel up to it, but needs must.
The guts are aching and grinding now as well. The angina and arthritis not too bad though – but my concerns are having to go and… oh, I’ve said this already, sorry.
Getting het-up with myself now a bit.
Started the laptop to begin this diary, and it froze when I tried to do owt? Lost me sidebar, well it froze with nowt but outline showing – and that had me notes from Lynton on the notepad – Shit!
Restarted and the same again. Turned off and back on got message from AVG about virus – it keeps coming on regular now and I have to select ‘Remove’ regularly.
That’s all I want innit!
Eventually forced myself to spruce-up and get ready to go to town and the Age Concern place to beg for help.
The plan is to (according to what happens at Age Concern) then try the Salvation Army.
Not looking forward to this at all.
I hope I don’t forget me Skin Cancer removal appointment next Thursday – oh Christ, that’s the day when the housing assessor is coming. Tsk! Bolloc… I’ll have to call at the Complex and explain on me way out – oh am I getting uptight and bothered or what.
A good job I temporarily regained me senses later – it is in June me surgery not May – nearly another Whoopsiedangleplop there!
Somehow I remembered the jewel thingy I found weeks ago and handed in to the police station and I actually found the form, so I took it with me.
Left and caught the bus into town.
Called at the Central police station as it is facing the Age UK place I was dreading going into to plead me case for help assistance or being given a lethal injection. Hehe!
The stairs up into the station are getting larger I think. I joined the queue and waited… then read a free paper kindly supplied for inquiring Nottingham citizens to keep them occupied while waiting… I read the whole Metro newspaper… I fiddled about in me bag… I scratched various parts of my anatomy… then the one receptionist called next and a bloke jumped in front of me and got served… I reread the sports pages… then got in and handed her me Found property form.
She started searching the files and drawers. I read the newspaper again… she disappeared into the back and every one who joined the queue asked ‘Are you being served?’ Eventually she returned with another form for me to fill in and sign. I got the jewel thingy back in a bag.
I’ve no idea if it’s worth owt yet, but it looks pretty.
Then down the deadly steps and out and across the road to the Age UK place…
Much of what took place over the next 2½ hours is a blur. The poor gal on the desk was the only contact I had, and she had to keep serving others as they came in.
Kept getting tongue tied, missed half of what was said and the angina played up.
I think they are offering a use of an advocate person to assist with the house moving but they cannot help with sorting out me mess. Confused and bewildered I left feeling a tad disappointed too.
I wandered a little light headedly across to the other side of town to call at the Citizens Advice Centre.
It was closed
Hey Hoe!
So back the other way into town, avoiding a couple of the many Nottingham PAvement Cyclists en-route.
I went into the Central Library to confirm the location of the Salvation Army, then had a hobble to the Sneinton area and called and spoke with a chappie and told him my sorry tale and he listened intently to me woes – then said ‘No, we don’t help with rubbish, but we can collect owt of use for out charity shops if they are ready for collection at a specified time like!’ Similar words as wot I got from the Age UK folk.
Dejected I limped back to the bus-stop and caught one back to Carrington.
Called into the Co-op for some bread thins and on through the yobbo free twitchell back to the bomb-site. Fred and Fatima brought some of the family down with them for their nosh time treat.
I actually felt very drained – revealing all my failings to strangers, walking in the heat and the failure to get help had worn me out.
Made me nosh of cheesey mash potatoes, garden peas, and beetroot with bread thins with pork loin. If the days failures had not put me on such a low, I would have really enjoyed it… but it wont bad.
Laptop on and found an email from the GP surgery.
We have been contacted by Amanda Shaw at the warfarin Clinic at the Queens Medical Centre, they have been trying to contact you on your phone but have been unsuccessful.
Your INR result is 1.3 so they have advised that you will need to use your Enoxaparin medication and take 3 tablets for the next two days (today and tomorrow) and you will need a re-test this Friday 15th May.
Contact our surgery as soon as possible for us to arrange the appointment and acknowledge the receipt of this email.
Kind regards: Reception Team.
Well well, fancy that, summat else to worry about! Gerblowitandglunk!
I sent an email back pointing out that the Doc took me Enoxaparin medication off me prescriptions a couple of years ago? Asked for advice – but I’ll call in tomorrow to book me tests. Hey-ho sort of day – total failure – Gerblowitandglunk with bar!
Fell asleep after emailing Lynton for a bit.
Woke up feeling right odd, acidy in me mouth and chest?
Finished this Diary.
Did some graphics but Coreldraw9 kept crashing again.
Woke in a sweat – been dreaming of the (possible) new flat in the sheltered complex.
Force missen up – WC’d and did some rubbish collecting and out to the bins.
Emails from a couple of Facebook friends cheered me up.
So much to do – so little time… or know-how!
I got the paperwork, and nibbles ready for the Hospital and clinic nurses and then had a wash and readied myself for the walk to the Nottingham Hospice shop with their bits – then caught the bus to town to get the bus out to the Queens Medical Centre then bus to the clinic then bus back to town to the EE shop to sort me phone out, then call too inform Warden Christine at the Home of my definate interest in flat 2 – (Well that’s the plan anyway…)
Fed the pigeons on me way out to Sherwood and the Hospice shop – struggling a bit with the heavy bags.
Looking a tad gloomy this morning, no rain forecast but… I feel me knees telling me rain is in air – or that the after effects on me mini-marathon in the country with Pete yesterday?
It wont long til the first Pavement Cyclist nearly had me – she was a bit wobbly before she got near me… ah well.
Onward, struggling with me bags on to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and gave em the stuff and some nibbles – they had time for a little chin-wag today, I liked that, made em laugh a bit too.
Felt a bit odd carrying only the one bag as I left the shop to see a Pavement Cyclist belting down the hill towards me – grabbed me camera quick as I could but he’d long gone having nearly hit the part-woman in the photograph on his mad rush passed her – Git!
Up to the bus stop just in time to use me Pensioners free bus-pass the bus was full and not of happy peoples – they all seemed gloomy and depressed – the diver however was cheerful enough.
Into town, assisted off the bus by the rushing possibly late for work commuters, and a few hundred yards up on Milton Street caught the bus out to the Queens Medical Centre,
Arrived as the wind was getting up a bit but it was still warm.
Got the Metro to read while waiting after getting me ticket. Only a ten minute wait and I was in and being seen to. Gave the nurse their nibble-bag and was getting me coat on and the blood poured down me arm… they cleaned me up and stuck some more cotton wool and tape on it. Out and onto the bus into town – reading the paper en route I noticed it was still leaking a bit – Tsk!
I wus soon it Broad Marsh bus station – and walked through up the escalator and along to the exit escalator and out into Bridlesmith Gate and down passed the back of the Council House and into Clumber Street, where I called into the EE shop to get me advice on wot I wer doin’ wrong when trying to get me email set-up for Google on me new phone.
The chap wus pleasant enough despite the well known “Another old fart don’t know what he’s doing’ look on his mush as he greeted me.
I explained that I came in the shop yesterday and the lady wrote down the procedure for carrying out this operation on me phone, went home where I could access me pass-words needed and tried it out. I got to section that needed me to sign in with me google ID, put it in and a screen came up asking me Windows permission to access me details – saying to click Accept or Deny button – but there was only a Deny button?
He calmly got me to the page again – and touched the screen and moved finger to the left – and wallah, the accept button came into view! I felt such a fool!
I then asked him how I couold set up the internet to start on Google UK when accessed? With seconds of flashing fingers he handed me the phone and said “All done mate!”
He even shown me how to save me favourites – but I’ve forgotten since – Oh dearie me!
Walked to the bus-stop noticing some Bling for the gals at the TFZ Facebook site.
Took a photo of them. The prices varied a bit, all earrings I think.
As we were going up Mansfield Road ont bus like, I remembered about calling at the Mansfield Road Baptist Church Hosuing Association Sheltered Housing unit of Sherwood Rise (Bit of a mouthful that?) I’ll refer to it as MRBHA in future posts methinks?).
I met the Warden Christine and confirmed my interest for certain and she said an interviewer would be calling to see me on Thursday 22nd May @ 1400hrs.
Second floor on the left No.2 (No curtains) is the one I hope to get into. Thinking about it, there are no neighbours above to make any noise and if the one to the right in the picture does, the living room is the one on the left corner of the building?
As I was setting up to take the photo many curtains twitched to have decker at me. Good that?
As I left the complex and crossed over the road to walk home two pavement cyclists had stopped to have a snog, he didn’t even dismount!
I waddled on down the road, crossed Hucknall Road and up Ebers Road feeding the pigeons that came down on the way.
The usual summer time gang of layabout yobs were drinking on the twitchel as I passed by. This made me more determined to do me best to get into MRBHA’s Spencer Court, even if it is expensive.
Then the heavens opened and the wind got very blustery with it.
This lady with the brolly was struggling in the winds.
Amazingly the rain stopped within a few minutes, but the howling winds stayed with us all night! Tsk!
Got in the dump and WC’d.
Set about sorting some things to get rid of and boxing and bagging them. Took hours but I wanted to get them done before Pete arrives to collect them for the Friary Charity that sister Jane volunteers at. I’m afraid I had to let the music centre that Shirley Blamey had so kindly sent me go to the Friary with some other stuff – feel guilty now after all her efforts time and costs.
I rang Pete to see what time he would be arriving – he was waiting for Jane to return from her nosh out with friends. We had a natter about yesterdays walk then he said he would ring me when she returned.
That was two hours a go. My sister Jane is a little gaddabout! Hehehe!
Did this diary while waiting for Pete to ring me.
Then remembered I’d not been to the Clinic! Argh!
Just hope he can get here in time for me to go there last thing.
Can’t do much more sorting until I get the room by moving the stacks ready to go. Still, I can sort me papers that need shredding cause Pete said he’s do them for me on his machine. (Mine broke-down – fancy that!).
I’ll make a start on it now – TTFN – aha, Pete rang, on his way…
Pete arrived and took the stuff for the Friary along with his and Jane’s nibbles and a lamb knuckle. So glad they like them.
He brought me a bag of marmite Crisps (All six in it! Hehe!) and a connector lead from his mobile that he does not use so I can download photo’s from me Lumia 635 bless him.
He couldn’t take any rubbish away on the day.
Had a cuppa and natter and I got a bollicking for not sorting the house out earlier – well he’s right!
Took two photos of Pete outside near his car – hopefully I can download them using his cable thingy to this Diary.
Not feeling too good about myself now.
Caught bus to the clinic – got seen to, came back. Continue with current cream, Betamethasone Corticosteroid’.
Mad nosh and ate it.
Then downloaded it, it tooketh ages to download? Perhaps the 8 updates from windows coming in at the same time slowed it down? I opened the picture files and nothing was their on any file? Then noticed another 14 updates being downloaded – had to restart laptop after an hour of waiting for them to install – Tsk!
Then downloaded me photo of me nosh from me camera.
Not bad, but I wasn’t in a good mood and felt somewhat annoyed and pitifully sorry fer missen – so, understandable.
Still waiting for the 14 updates to install and hope then after a restart I get to me photo’s on the camera? Mmmm!
20 minutes later all installed – no pictures??? Sod-it!
