04:50hrs: When I woke up, I was in a mental-haze from last night’s mind and memory blanks. ‘Mental-haze’; that came out without considering it, yes, I reckon that’s about right wording to describe how it was, too! I lay a few minutes, pondering and worrying over things, but that is normal for me anyway.
The EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) was well-filled, and I extracted my bulbous wobbly-bellied body from the c1968 recliner, and made use of the receptacle yet again!
There were so many visits during the night, I can’t recall how many, but do remember well the constant interruptions to my sleep! I must have been in a hopeful, head-down state for at least five hours, but how much of this time was actually sleeping, must be very minimal. Clapbogsworthyness!
Apart from a little bother from Arthur Itis, and the Clopidogrel spots and blemishes were apparently returning, the legs looked to be in fine condition. The sunshine filtering through the second-hand, charity shop-bought curtains with the tears and holes in them, gave an appearance of much more colour to the pins.
I must remember to thank the wonderful, helpful, caring people at Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store. Had they done as they agreed they would, and split the three similar tablets. (But I will not call the unreliable lying, scumballs, names). Then I would not be missing my Beta-blockers and getting worried about my tickers thick blood, heart attack or another stroke! And not taking Furesomide and over-wee-weeing significantly, thus getting some sleep in, now! Thanks!
I cleaned and sanitised things and parts of my Charles Atlas like torso and body. Hehehe!
Then, I hobbled limpingly and a smidge nervously, to the kitchenette and to get the Health Checks sorted out. The sphygmomanometerisationing results showed a jump in the SYS, a bit too high? I wonder if Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, are they the cause of this? Had they done as they agreed they would, and split the three similar tablets… (but I will call the unreliable lying scumballs, names). Then I would not be missing my Beta-blockers and getting worried about my ticker’s thick blood, heart attack, or another stroke! Also, not taking Furesomide and over-wee-weeing greatly, thus getting some sleep in, now!
I got the Saturday post completed and posted it off to WordPress. Did Facebooking catch-up. Then went on the WordPress Reader section. During which, I took five more wee-wees!
As I was about to put the computer to sleep, to get the ablutions done, a message came in on the mobile. It was from Iceland, telling me my order is on the way and has some unavailable items on it, and should arrive between 09:00 > 10:00hrs. Iceland order? What? How? Why? Obviously, my blank period yesterday, and I was out-of-it, must be when I made an order? Blown if I can remember doing so. And I certainly did not need any more fodder?
Feeling a bit down about this, and self-critical in the extreme, I stewed inwardly at my stupidity. And went to get the ablutioning sorted. The mind-storms started, but somehow I almost ignored them?
I took a snap of the plates, which came out just like they appeared in the camera viewer. The session went pretty well, mind you. A few dropsies, a couple of small nicks shaving, and just one decent-firm clout on the forehead on the grab bar, as I retrieved the dropped carbolic soap in the shower.
Even the drying off and medicating went well! ! And the pins still looked good after the showering, drying, and medicating!
Then the Thought Storms abated, as well. I liked that!
But the niggling thought of my making an order and sending it off to Iceland when not required, and my not recalling anything about it, had me getting a smidge worried about my sanity. Gragnackles!
I made up three small bags of waste, grabbed the four-pronged metal walking stick, and wobbled out into the flat’s foyer, feeling a smidge better in myself, less self-critical, but that’s not saying much, I can assure you.
Through the door and down the lift lobby to the waste chute room at the far end. Got the bags in without any faux pas, knocks, trips, or shakes! A weak, temporary Smug-Mode was adopted!
Back to the flat, and got everything out ready to do Josie’s Sunday lunch, later on. Back on the computer to play catch-up with the updating of this blog.
The intercom chimed, it was the unexpected mysterious Iceland order arriving? The young man approached the door, and mentioned, “You’re getting a lot in this week, that’s two deliveries! Embarrassed, I think I said: ‘Yes, getting greedy in my old age!’
The bloke put the bags inside the doorway for me, I slipped him a G&T, and off he sped! Nice, chap.
I got the goodies opened, and was suspicious that this order was the same as last Tuesday’s? Well, more worried than doubtful! No way would I have ordered another big bag of ‘Exceedingly Crisp Chips’, again. I haven’t even started the bag I got Tuesday yet! No room in the freezer anyway?
I popped out to Josie’s and rang the bell with some nibbles and the bag of chips for her. I got told I was too early. Hehehe!
As my brain tried to work out the whys and way and wherefores, a blankness came over me, and I gave up trying to work it out! Oy-oy, oy! Grumbleconfusement!
Josie rang the door chimes, to tell me she also had no room for the chips in her freezer either! So, she rang Malcolm’s door and asked if he wanted them. “Yer, I’ll have em!” So that saved the day, at least they were not wasted!
I made a start on Josie’s nosh prepping, and while I did so, I thought I could hear some dogs barking (I had the window open). So I took a decker outside. I could not see any doggies, though. Perhaps they had gone out of view into the mugger’s passage at the backs of the houses.
All the parking spaces below on Chestnut Walk were utilised (No red cars, Billski?).
Made up a more intricate meal for Josie today. Surami prawns, tuns with egg mayonnaise. Gherkins, Piccalo tomatoes, silverskin onions, beetroot, carrot and onion salad, garden peas, and extra-cheesy buttered potato mash. A Limoncello dessert, mint chocolates, and a can of plonk.
I delivered it on time, and Josie said, ‘You’re making them (the meals) even bigger now! Without any hesitation, I quipped back; “No, no, I’ve flattened it more, Josie!” She did larf! Hahaha!
Wished her happy-eating’ and back to the kitchen to get the washing-up done. (I still hate cleaning the cutlery after making the cheesy spuds, it takes an eternity to get the residue off of the forks and spoons) Still, my teeth and tongue usually help. After all, it was only Leicester cheese, butter, salt, onions, and vinegar mashed up together, tasty! Hehehe!
Herbert was in a bash, knock, and tap-tap mode again. I’d love to know what he’s making. He’s a procacious type of chap, but I like him.
Saccades Sandra kicked off while I was computerisationing, I had to stop. Wished I’d done it earlier, got a cracking headache now. Tsk!
Got my nosh on the cook.
Feeling more drained, tired, and fatigued.
Got the meal served up, ate it, almost automatically. Didn’t like it too much, even though it was my beloved Chinese belly pork slices?
Washed the pots, took the last of the medications left. Videlicet, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, failed to deliver my prescriptions yet again! Sickening!
Sat, in want and need of Sweet Morpheus for five hours or so, before it came!
02:15hrs: Woke up, wrestled my Bunyanesque-bellied body from the wrought iron c1968 recliner, and made use of the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic Bucket). A UDYP (Urgent-Deep-Yellow-and-Painful), colourful wee-wee indeed, was taken. Uncustomarily, no Pre or Post Micturition-Dribbling this morning! Which was most welcome! I took the grey bucket to be emptied, cleaned and sanitised, then I lollygagged my way the kitchenette, to get the kettle on, for a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea.
Then the realisation that I had just hobbled from recliner to wet room, then to the kitchen, dawned – without walking into or banging against anything! A reserved, not expecting too-much, a temporary, provisionary, Smug-Mode was engaged!
Took the medications but struggled to separate the Furesomide from the Codeine 60g and the Bisoprolol (In my case used: To counter blood pressure, help prevent further heart attacks, strokes and ease pains from Anne Gyna). So you can see why I asked the chemist to leave out the Furesomide, (taken on an as-and-when-needed basis) from the other two look alike pills, from the pop-pots?
But, thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, have again let me down, and I couldn’t identify which was which tablet! So, ended up taking an unneeded water-tablet so as not to miss taking the beta-blocker.
Is anyone at all bothered at the Pharmacy? Do they care? Does the Doctor do anything when you tell her of this problem? No, is the answer to each question. The chemist did change the first month; after I had to get the INR blood nurse to ring them and explain the situation for me. Now they have gone back into their old, usual ‘Sod Inchcock, let’s kill him’ Mode again!
(Dracula Depression) I got carried away a smidge there, sorry! (I blame my ailments, Covid-19, and Tony Blair) Hehe!
Where was I? Ah, yes! I got the kettle on and took a couple of photographs of the early morning view from the hated, letting rain in, thick-framed, light & view-blocking, life-risking to clean, new kitchen windows.
I photographed these two in the Aperture-Priority setting. Not bad at all, I thought. Considering that I had just started a Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley session as I was about to take the shots. Talk about bad timing! But she failed to destroy my efforts! Hehehe!
Did the Health Checks. BP not too bad at all, I reckon. The temperature showed up as 84° Fahrenheit, I hope, Haha!
Brewed the mug of Thompsons Punjana, and off to get the computer going. I did a graphic or two, then made up the template. And then got on with updating the Friday blog. Finished it and emailed the link, then went on the WordPress reader.
The above was in-between five wee-wees, each needed cleaning and medicating after each one – the flaming PMD (Post Micturition-Dribbling) again. A big thank-you to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up the road from the Lidl store, for their care and consideration in failing to split the pills, thus forcing me to take all three, which included the unneeded water tablet! Just thought I’d mention it, like!
Off to make another brew, an Extra Strong Assam this time. The clouds looked worthy of a little nephelognosy time—the first one I took in Aperture priority, the second in Landscape mode.
I went on the Facebooking catch-up. Then Pinterested some snaps. Then went of CorelDraw to make up some graphics… passed wind, and decided it would be best if I made my way to the Porcelain Throne instead. Hehehe Hastily
Expuslivications! Trouble in the innards again! Rock-solid, no movement whatsoever, yet a sort of gurgling, bubbling noise emitted from within! Oh, ‘ecky thump! I got back to CorelDrawing, with a sense of doom.
Long Memory Blanks:
I found this photo on the SD card, but could I remember making the meal or eating it? No! I was sprawled uncomfortably, with the aching body-mass mostly on the recliner, the pots washed, the kitchen tired a bit, and a mug of tea made and gone cold, but no memories of doing or any of these things? It was beginning to get dark.
The brain just didn’t seem to bother or worry about these events? I think I got down and fell asleep for a while.
I must have got up at some time, cause in the morning, I found the photo’s on the right. It bothered me a bit, I think, not the foggiest memory of taking them, or at what time.
I know I had to keep getting up for a wee-wee and got little actual sleep in total. Thanks again, the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, have again let me down, and I couldn’t identify which was which tablet! So, ended up taking an unneeded water-tablet, so as not to miss taking the beta-blocker.
These odd-moments of haziness and loss of memory, often happen when I am forced to take an unwanted Furesomide.
Not that it matters to them, of course! With the Corona Virus problems, giving them hassle and problems, perhaps they should close down before they kill too many customers off, and start a Halal abattoir? Much better suited to their uncaring nature.
I also found this photo of a rather bloodless looking right leg. But the answer to why or when I took this, remains in the ether. The limbs looked okay to me? (Got a film-noir effect there?)
I do remember a realisation that it was gone midnight, and I was still awake. Mostly, having to get up for more wee-wee’s than ever before, and getting annoyed with the chemist who was to blame, and frustrated with each release. I also had to empty and sanitise the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic Bucket), twice, I reckon.
Thomas checking his loco at the TFZers Cool-It-Shed?
Friday 7th August 2020
Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 7 Lùnastal 2020
05:15hrs: Oh, what a good start to the day! The right arm and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were giving me a fair bit of gip from last night’s Accifauxpas. I woke and moved my lumberingly bellied-body to the edge of the seat in a hasty response to my needing a wee-wee. Slipped and lost my grip on the arm of the c1968 recliner, and thudded down into the solidly built seat, the hurting began, I felt the blood flow from the rear end, but no time to feel sorry for myself, I had to get smartly to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), for I apperceived that the diabetes-inspired insipidus, namely the PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble), was showing a determined interest in leaking! Botherations!
The drip-dripping from Little Inchy was not-stoppable. The wee-wee was of the most annoying ones, a WSSULL (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Uncontrollable-Long-Lasting) style. I had to wait then for the PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble) after-dribble, to have it play. Gruffungrobblings! Then took the bucket to the wet room, got the GPEB cleaned and sanitised, and the Haemorrhoids treated and medicated. I could get dysbulia, you know!
Silver Lining Search Results: At least I didn’t walk into anything!
I gingerly made my way to the kitchenette. As I did so, I got a message from my EQ, ‘You ain’t seen anything yet, youth!’ Oh, dear!
I got the Health Checks done and took the medications.
I opened the life-threatening, thick-framed, rain letting in, unable to get at to clean, window, and took a couple of photographs of the morning view. I realised how lat it was from the lightness compared to how dark it usually when I get up.
I got the photographs downloaded to the computer. Then did some comment answering, and checked the emails, and answered some. Did a graphic or two for tomorrow’s template.
Then went to get the stand-up ablutions done. All went pretty well this morning! A few dropsies, of course, a tiny nick shaving. A fair session! Although each movement I made, and pain would come from an ailment, bruise or strain. Hahaha!
I made up five small black bags of rubbish and fastened the recycling bag. Ready for me to take them down later on after the nurse’s visit and the trousers are delivered. I was feeling a smidge industrious? Hehehe!
I came across a letter I must have dropped yesterday. It was about the Electoral Procedure. Which reminded me that I had not called Deana yet, to ask her if she’d be kind enough to call the Doctors for me, too early yet, though, I must remember to do it later, now there’s a well-used Inchcock phrase! I wonder what the chances and odds are of that happening? No, I do feel confident, I’ll remember!
I got the Thursday post finalising started, and the intercom rang. It was the Iceland order, nice and early this Friday. The chap put the bags inside the door for me.
I thanked him, wished the lad well for the day ahead. And moved the bags into the kitchen to unload them,
I got the bags opened a sorted. Taking a photo of the fresh-food carrier contents. And somehow managed to cram them in the fridge and freezer. I’d got a treat of the Vienna suckers to give to the Wardens, but they wouldn’t go in the freezer!
So, I got on the mobile phone, the new one, that has no internet on it, and called the Winwood Heights, Desktop Dancer and Obergruppenführeress Warden, Deana. I begged her to help me by phoning the surgery for me to arrange an appointment booking for my Flu jab session and told her of the treats I can’t keep frozen for them. She said she’d pop up when she got a chance.
As Deana arrived, Sister Jane rang, concerned that she had not received the blog link yet. I explained quickly of the hassle was having. I’ll ring her back later. Deana, bless her cotton socks, told me she’d ring them, but can’t before gone eleven, as instructed in the letter. She’ll ring me later with the appointment time.
I took a couple of photos of the shadow cast view, and a zoomed-in shot, from the lethal, windows on the balcony, of the City Hospital.
It doesn’t look very big in this picture, but you ought to try getting lost in it, like wot I did. Haha!
Then I took another one, facing towards Nottingham.
Oh, did I mention yesterday, that the window cleaner told of a lady in Winchester Court, who opened one of the windows on her balcony, and it fell in on her, causing injuries that needed hospital attention? They kept that quiet!
The good delivered, by the way, included a few kitchen towels as well! Why you ask? Well, I’ll tell yers of the reasons!
They are on a Special Price.
I do not have faith that the Corona Virus will not come back! Be prepared!
They are perfect for cleaning your glasses, nice and soft, but stronger than the others.
And the optimum size to let you have a good nose-blowing. Haha!
Deana phoned me back, the appointment was made for Saturday 11th October, at 09:57hrs, for the flu-jab. A bit precise that? I pondered on it, means getting a taxi methinks. A bit dodgy walking there in an hour, and the toilets being off-limits when we get there. Thanked her and put it onto the Google Calendar.
Jenny phoned me, and we had a jolly good natter, which I enjoyed.
I realised that it’s gone midday now, and for various reasons, I had not even made a start on this blog, yet! It’s going to be a long day!
As I got ready to begin the updating, the door chimes rang out. It was Robert, the caretaker. He’s found the trousers and bleach from Amazon, had been left in the foyer of the flats, on the ground floor! Nice, that! Thank you, Amazon!
Robert had brought them up for me, bless him. He opened the box of bleach, with nine bottles in it, for me. The trousers stated they were brown? Ah-well, when will I learn! Rob even took the waste bags down with him for me. Thanked him, slipped him a can of drinkies, and off he went, bless him.
I got the bleach and trousers stored, and went out on the balcony, to snap the wonderful clouds. I could see a figure in them, and still can for once, of an animal’s head. My nephelococcygia was rampant! Hahaha!
Took a few more snaps from the balcony windows. The above red pap-paps are for anyone who likes red pap-paps. Hehehe! For Billumski, somewhere in Kentucky, really, I think.
Got caught up belatedly, neglectfully, on the Facebooking.
The fodder was prepared and served up. Far too much, but that was because I’d got the Chinese belly pork in the oven, forgot about it, and got roast belly pork slices on the plate, then remembered the belly pork! 7.2/10.
Did the pots. Down in the c1968 recliner, and was within ten minutes, off into the land of nod.
Spent the night waking and going back to slumber, repeatedly. Shame!
02:45hrs: I woke up with an astronomical vagueness all around me. It took me a long time to gather my distant, reluctant thoughts into some form of semi-logicality. Suffice to start arranging and forging some kind of recognisable sense out of them!
The distractedness of last night had not fully cleared away yet. The fuzziness began to clear, and be replaced with the worries, needs, and plan-making for today.
I realised that the new window cleaner was coming today, also that I had planned yesterday to get the kitchen cleared to give him access to the windows, and I had not done so! Fertummelt! This task became my priority.
I struggled out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, grabbed the stick, caught my balance, and limped to the kitchenette. The most urgent thing was to get the window ledge cleared. Not an easy task, Dizzy Dennis was on the attack! For much of the time, I needed to use the four-pronged metal walking stick, which made progress slow down to a pathetic level. Then, thankfully Dennis calmed down.
I was annoyed with myself when I saw the recycling bottles that I’d forgotten to take down with me yesterday! Clunk-head!
I took a snap of the window afterwards and tried to catch my reflection in the picture. Hehe! The bald head and the bulging flabby stomach tend to stick out a bit. I’ve just noticed when putting the photo in, how much the man breasts tend to protrude, too! Hahaha!
The summoning from the innards for my attentions being suddenly needed at the Porcelain Throne arrived. I wasted no time and beat a path (although a slightly wobbly one) to the wet room. Oh, what an improved, less painful session it was! It still hurt, of course, but compared to the last couple, it was heavenly! Also much quicker and not messy at all! Mind you, it left a pong that was not very pleasant. Ah-well!
Back to the kitchen, and got the Health Checks sorted.
Oh, ‘eck! The SYS had shot up again? The body temperature showed as just, ‘Low’. I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana.
Got the computer on, and had to make a head-top graphic, due to failure to make one yesterday! Humph!
I updated the Wednesday post and sent off the email link. Then made another brew, of Glengettie tea. (a thirst on me this morning!)
I took two shots of the morning view, the first in Aperture Priority, the second in Auto mode. I think the Auto one wins for more accurate colour?
Got caught up with WP comments, and then Facebooking.
I had a look on Amazon to see if they still had the cheaper offer on the Dettol lavender disinfectant. They had, but it said, ‘Only one left in stock, and unsure if any more will be available’. So muggins here, the favourite retailers type of shopper, ordered it. Then had a desperate last search for brown trousers available in my size. And bought some. I noticed an offer on Domestos. And bought some! Is there such a disease or illness called AGI, Amazon-Gullible-Idiot, I wonder?
Had a go at the WordPress Reader, then off to get the ablutions done.
– : What a palava! After the two reasonable, indeed, good, last two sessions. It was back to the regular ablutioning experiences, with the Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxparing this morning.
Ablutionalisationing Injury Communique
The teeth cleaning set Toothache Thomas on the rampage! Then I stabbed myself in the gum with the toothpick!
I broke a razor! (Gawd knows how, but there you are!)
Dropped the foam spray, razors (4), and cut me near my earhole shaving. (See below, it was a most artistic of bleeds. Beautiful original job!)
Trying to make sure I didn’t stub the toe when moving the shower chair, I banged my poor old, already multiple-bruised right arm again! Gramshackles!
I tooketh the shower, and clouted my right arm on the shower box, when I had mini-dizzy, seconds later, I hit my left arm on the grab bar! (Now I was getting so annoyed with myself, and using naughty language!)
It had to happen I suppose, with me being so wound-up, I stubbed the toe against the shower seat legs as I moved it back after taking the shower! The language was getting a tad bluer, now!
I dried off without any problems. (There, I got something right. Hehehe!)
I dropped the Cortisone tube, and during the medicating, Little Inchies fungal lesion began bleeding! Humph!It took a bit of stopping!
The rear end furuncle became inflamed at I applied the Germoloid cream to Harold’s Haemorrhoids! I had quite a few tender areas stinging at the same time now! It wasn’t pleasant. Hahaha!
Leaving the room, I had a ‘drift-to-the-right’ episode, and clouted my right arm on the doorframe, yet Again!
No doubt about it, I was pleased to get out of there, and for the incidents to be over! Most annoying, especially as the previous couple of ablution efforts, had gone so well!
The right arm has taken a bashing lately. I just don’t seem able to judge distances accurately anymore. Peripheral Neuropathy?
But, I was pleased I’d got a photograph of the artistic bleeding during the shaving nick bother. Do you think I might stand a chance of getting an offer from the Tate Gallery? Hehe! How the blood ran the route it did, I found surprising. Hey-ho!
A mug of tea, and back on the computing. 09:10hrs and no show from the window cleaner yet. Of course, this started me of twittering, fretting and almost convinced I must have got the day or timing wrong. (I’ve no confidence lately either) The chap arrived ten minutes later.
Did a quick, efficient job, and charged me £15 quid for the windows and sliding balcony. Did a fair good job. Booked me in again for a month’s, September the third at the same time, I think he said.
Herbert above was doing some tap-tapping and knocking again. I wonder if he is making a wardrobe from scratch? As long as he’s happy. Which is saying something for a laconic taciturnist like John (Herbert) is, compared to an argle-bargle, deipnosophist type bloke, like wot I am! Hehehe!
I made up an order for Iceland and then did a search for a word that I cannot remember. It means someone who is not talkative or revealing. I wanted it to put in the paragraph above, but can’t find it. Gribbledukes! I might not, well, I do not know what the word, but feel confident I’ll know it when I see it. Tsk!
I pressed on with this blog, and the door chimes rang out. It was the postman, delivering my last pack of 6 long, lambswool socks (for winter, if I make it) I stupidly ordered from Amazon. They have soft diabetic top grippers. Now I will be alright for socks, anyway. I’ve probably got more than enough pairs to see myself out. So in the event of my croaking out, I’ve put them in the airing cupboard, for anyone who fancies them.
Got the oven on and put the smoked haddock flavoured fishcakes, in. I must remember to add the fries in ten-minutes. Then hopefully, they will both be ready at the same time, but, ‘best laid-plans’ and all that!
I got the latest figures for Covid-19.
Then I tended to the nosh making duties. The sky was looking good, well, I mean the clods. Even if they were a tad on the dark side.
The fatigue arrived, a little late than usual, and I gave up on computerisationing and got the meal prepared.
And what the festival of a feast it was, too! The smoked haddock filled fish cakes were so moreish! The last of the truffle fries were used (Iceland no longer stock them, Boo!). The surimi stick enjoyed, The Piccolo tomatoes excellent, as was the egg mayonnaise! A well-worthy 8.5/10 for flavour-rating!
I got te pots washed, and settled down in the £300, c1968, unkempt, rusty, rickety, not operational, sickenly beige-coloured, uncomfortable, harmful to haemorrhoids, grotty recliner. Turned of the TV, and chose something to watch, and drifted off into the land of bliss within minutes!
– I woke in a bit of the panic, the need for the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) was indeed urgent! The diabetes PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble) tinkled away well before I got the bucket! The SSPO (Short-Sharp-Painful-Orange) variety release was soon over, and off I went to the wet room to clean up, disinfect the bucket, and change the PPs. Walking into the doorframe as I went in. This right arm is going to have more bruises than ever! It’s already tender, just putting a coat or jacket on hurts. Hey-ho!
As I got back to the recliner to sit down, the right leg burst forth with an involuntary right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, ending up on my bum on the floor, banging the right arm on the way down, and in agony from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, and the leg just kept on kicking out for a minute or so. I stubbed a toe against the metal leg of the swivel chair!
Not one of my easier Accifauxpas. Claggknackles!
Miraculously, no severe damage, just pain and frustration, oh, and the long-winded challenge of getting my humungously-large flabby-bellied body, up and into the seat!
I was sure the grey-cells would start chewing things over, and Thought Storms would arrive. I was so wrong! No joking… I nodded off, as Sweet Morpheus came, and slept for… wait for it… Seven-hours! Unbroken at that!
23:15hrs: I stirred into imitation-life, still feeling a little giddy, and stiff in certain areas, and a headache from last night’s tumble in the kitchen. Then Colin Cramps kicked off in the left leg, oh, boy, was he in a bad mood! Eventually, he eased off, but it seemed like it took an hour, but was in reality about five-minutes I should think. Blanglebotherations!
The demand for the Porcelain Throne attendance came from the innards. So, I disentangled my overly-stomached body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, caught my balance, got the stick, and off hobblingly to the wet room.
I soon forgot my aches from last night. As the evacuation started, then stopped part-way again, and I had to suffer the pain in waiting for the action to restart. It was even more painful than yesterday! Made worse, I think, by my forgetting to take a Macrogol, with the toppling-over Accifauxpa mayhem.
I spent at least ten minutes trying to get solutions on the crossword book. Eventually, an agonising bit at a time, things were released, but it was so cringingly hurtful in doing so!
The carbuncle and furuncular affected rear-end parts were inflamed and tender. And Harold’s Haemorrhoids were stinging like never before! The medicationalisationing took ages to get done as well! Humph!
But, at least the evacuation itself wasn’t messy, bled a bit again, though. Cringleblastitt!
The arm I clouted last night, on my way down to becoming a crumpled heap on the kitchen floor. (Haha!) It is was worse this morning. In fact, the bruise is already clearing up.
To the kitchen, and I did the Health-Checks. The sphygmomanometer readings were about right, I thought. The temperature came out as ‘Low’. Then I sorted out the three look-alike little white tablets to identify the Furesomide so as not to take it.
Then a straightened things up of the mess I’d left from the Accifauxpa last night. Made a brew of Glengettie tea, then, I got on with updating the Tuesday post. Got it finished and sent to WordPress. Emailed the link, then added some bits to Pinterest.
I attempted to get the kitchen in some sort of ersatz tidiness. But the right leg was playing up, Neuropathy Peter was tweaking and twitching. I hope he’s not working up to launch another one of his involuntary, right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances!
So, I made a start on this post. I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. I and noticed the moon still trying to get through the clouds, and displaying itself, it looked amazing. I went for the camera, but the planet had been cloud-covered by then.
It seems it’s going to be another loud ‘Hum’ day. It looks all over and coming from and going to all points of the compass. (I’ll word that again, it came out wrong methinks? Tsk!) The dreaded ‘Hum’, which is usually worse on one side of the building, was everywhere, and of a higher volume.
Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley started acting up, as I got ready to get the ablutions sorted, and I caught the thrice-bruised arm on the door frame as I entered the wet room, and had an involuntary careen to the right. I believe I might have muttered silently, something like ‘Oh, botherations’!
The teeth cleaning was done in a gentler fashion after I irritated Toothache Thomas straight away. Argh! comes to mind. (Two dropsies)
The shaving had too many dropsies to mention in detail. But, only one insignificant cut!
Moving the shower chair, I managed to clunk the toes on the metal leg.
The showerhead was dropped and retrieved, then I dropped it again!
I banged the multiple-bruised arm on the grab rail, Twice!
Dropped the shower gel bottle twice.
Getting out of the shower, I went to turn on the wall heater, and stubbed the same toes that hit the chair leg, on the raised seat metal support!
The towelling off, went well, with no knocking anything off of the cabinet this time.
The medicationalisationing process had several droppages, the Pile Cream, Germolene, Vasaline tin and Little Inches fungal lesion’s Ethamethasoneb cream tube.
I was vigilant and cautious when leaving the room, thus avoiding any more walking into or catching the door and frame! A Low-Degree-Smug-Mode-Engaged!
As I got out of the room, the damned ‘Hum’ was louder than earlier! Gragnackles! I made up three small waste and a recycling bag.
Got the empty glass jars rinsed out, and hobbled back to the wet room for a wee-wee, which turned out to be of the HPSUOC (High-Pressure-Sprinkly-Unexpectedly-Orange-Colour) style.
I set off out with the bags on the three-wheeled trolley, to the waste room. All the fire doors were wedged open again.
In the lift lobby, there were signs of the decorators getting ready to start work. I got to the room and put the small bags down the chute. Then waited patiently for the lift to arrive. A lady was in the cage and invited me to go with her, but what’s the point of rules? If it had been anyone from my floor, I have been tempted. Families can go together, and we on the 12th have nearly been cohabitating for years. Hahaha! I took about ten minutes before a free lift arrived, No rush, though. I got out and had a nosey at the notice boards, but couldn’t anything new or that appertains to me, on them.
Out into the fresh air, and had a stand, leaning on the trolley-walker guide, I just nosied up and down Chestnut Walk for a while.
Then I noticed across the road, an abandoned-looking three-seater sofa? I was curious, but not strong enough, twas but a velleity. I took a zoomed-in shot, for no particular reason.
As I turned to set off to the left, along Chestnut Walk, I got the third toe-stubbing on of the day. I got my foot entangled in the rear wheel of the trolley. Ooh, it didn’t half sting and made me jump! Humph!
I indicated a thumbs-up and asked the two highlighted- jacketed chaps, in a cheery, happy-go-lucky fashion, if they were alright. No answer or acknowledgement came in return. Maybe they didn’t hear me, it was a bit windy.
I wobbled along Chestnut Walk, surprised that there were so few tenants about, with the bus being due. No chance of me getting a chinwag in, then! Shame!
I picked up some bits of black painted metal on the edge of the grass as I went along, I’ll pop it in the bin on the way back. I’m sorry I did that, the bending set Back-Pain-Brenda off. Hey-ho! My spirits were waning now.
I got as far as the entrance to Winwood Court and saw the 40 bus at the stop. I decided there was no point in my going any further, so turned around and made my way to Woodthorpe Court. As I went to put the metal bits in the bin, I saw these two easy chairs, and realised they made up a three-piece sweet with the abandoned sofa! I’m quick, sometimes. Hahaha! Presumably, some yobs or travellers had been intending to nick the furniture and had been either spotted by someone or they found it too heavy to take any further? See that? I went straight into Sherlock Holmes mode then. Hehehe!
I put the bits I’d picked up in the bin, and got indoors and waited for the elevator. Malcolm, my bydweller arrived. We got a lift quicker this time. Of course, had I been on my own again, this would never have happened, it needed someone with a bit of luck and good fortune, that in this case was Malcolm.
I got in, and the kettle turned on. Although it was a natterless short little trip, being ignored, and pulling my back, litter-picking, I was in a bit of a chirpier mood now. I even began singing to myself, and I was ignoring the tap-tap, crunches, thuds and bangs coming from Herbert in the flat above. I wonder what model he’s working on making?
I got on with updating this blog for a couple of hours, then had to return to the Porcelain Throne. A certain amount of trepidation accompanied me to the wet room. The thought of the agony I might have to go through again, of dearie me. I hoped that the Macrogol and Senna tablet I took after the last Throne nightmare, would work.
The evacuation turned out to be far less painful, it just hurt this time. Haha!
Back to the computing, and ten minutes later the landline rang! It was the Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis (DVT) service at the QMC (Queens Medical Centre) The nurse did a question and answer session with me. I was straight to the point when she asked how I was coping. There was a little intrusion from Stuttering Stephanie, but she was patient with me, bless her.
I was open, about the problems I’ve been having with the Warfarin taking, and mentioned how I suddenly become confused over things and so forgetful. I explained the problems with Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters, the tablet pods not having the medications, that look alike pills not being separated, my bad mobility, and the peripheral neuropathy being made worse by the stroke. I’ve no idea if she fell asleep or put me on hold, but she didn’t interrupt while I was in full flow, so’s to speak. Hehehe! For the first, she said she is going to speak with my Doctor about things. Not sure if that is good or not, but it can’t be any worse than the lack of communication I have now. Getting to the surgery is a physical nightmare.
Apparently, the target for getting patients Warfarin correct has been changed. (Hence this call?) She told me my record of in-line results, was 13.8%, the new target is 35%. Mmm! I do hope something can be done. By that, I mean I can get some actual help or assistance of some sort. I forgot to mention the sock-glide, Duodenal Donald, Diabetes Derek, and Anne Gyna! Tsk!
I’m not going to get excited or too hopeful, mind you. I thanked the lady muchly.
Now I’m not so perky. I pressed on with the blogging, and the front door chimes rang out Dusty Springfields ♫I only want to be with you♫ tune, and off to the see who it was. Unfortunately, I banged my right arm against the rooms door frame en route. I almost let out a Calliopean whine, but just managed to contain myself.
It was the postman, bringing forth a parcel and letter. I thanked him and got to the front room to investigate the letter. Getting mail, email or messages, always make me nervous until I find out what they are about, the nI can decide whether to panic or calm down!
The message was from the Doctors Surgery. I must telephone them, after 11:00hrs, to make an appointment for a flu vaccination. Pointing out the necessity and urgency, with the Covid-19 rise in contractees in the Nottingham area, and my being a high-risk classed patient. The appointment is to be made for either Saturday 3rd October or Saturday 17th October 2020. It added a change in procedure due to Covid-19: (Italics = my penn’orth added)
DO NOT come early to your appointment; You will not be allowed in the building until your appointment time. Only you as a patient will be allowed in unless you need a carer to attend with you. (Carer? Wots one of them?)
Due to the large number of patients attending, there will be no on-site parking (except for blue badges).
DO NOT ATTEND if you have or anyone in your household has a fever, a new cough, or loss of smell or taste on the day. Mmm!
SOCIAL DISTANCING MUST BE OBSERVED AT ALL TIMES.
Face Mask/Covering MUST BE WORN when attending.
Please be aware that our facilities, such as toilet and water fountain, are not available to use. Which will be interesting, considering it will take me an hour and a bit to walk there? Better take an empty bottle with me?
Please wear clothing which gives easy access to the upper arm. Will a tea shirt do? Hope it doesn’t rain!
This session is for flu vaccinations ONLY, therefore the Doctor/Nurse will be UNABLE to deal with any other treatment at the time of your appointment. Hopefully, nobody will faint or have a heart attack, then!
I’m feeling weary and fatigued suddenly. I’ll get some nosh made up, and see how I am then.
I enjoyed this Surami delight meal. 8/10.
I was doing the pots when the dizzies and confusion started. All a sort of vagueness until I was waking up in the morning.
03:35hrs: I woke, and almost automatically heaved my massive, ponderosity of a stomached torso, free of the recliner. It all went so well? Well, apart from it taking a while for the brain to join with my volumingargantuan body into activity.
As I made my way hobblingly to the wet room for an SWWW (Sprinkly-Weak-Wee-Wee), I noticed that Arthur Itis’s knees, were again not very hurtful, just remarkably stiff, and lumpy. The feet and uncut toenails were still painful.
This was when I realised I’d made a cock-up yesterday, in forgetting to ask Supermodel and Warden, Obergruppenführeress Deana, to call the clinic and Dentist for me! Thunderbogworthy Idiot! Washed my hands and contact points wiped with antiseptic, and off to the kitchen.
Took a shot of the morning view, and made a brew, caramelised biscuits, I ate a few. Hehehe! Then, it was the Health Checks to do.
The sphygmomanometer worked on the first try. The results were okay. The Sys was a tad high, but it’s been much higher in the last week. The thermometer gave me a real reading this time, 68.5°.
I made a mental note of what needed cleaning and sorting attentions in the kitchen. (I doubt if there was much commitment, though!) To the computer and got started on updating the Monday post.
For the whole time I was doing the updating, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, failed only twice! Mind you, the twitching from the most annoying Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was an ominous sign. She’s back, and building up, ready to create havoc at a later time. Trust me on this!
The morning had brightened up! The sky was cloudless, which means something, but I can’t remember what it is. (Haha!)
I limped to the kitchen again; unfortunately, I used the multi-pronged walking stick!
As I was making a brew of Glengettie tea, a painful Accifauxpa took place. Argh! I caught the standing upright four-pronged walking stick, as I returned from getting the milk from the fridge, it went over, I couldn’t stop it in time with the milk in my hand, and the handle part of the stick landed right on my right foot’s little toe! Gluglegnatsworth!
Grumbles and silently swore a little, then back to the computer. Then I went on the WordPress Reader section. Later on Winwood Heights and TFZer Facebooking.
It looks like it might warm up a bit later. The sun is breaking through now.
Yet another decentish ablutioning session! Not all good, mind, of course. Doing the teeth and it restarted Toothache Thomas off. A few dropsies here and there. No dizzies suffered in the shower! Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley and Saccades Sandra tried to get me going, but I wasn’t going to have it today! No cuts shaving! Doing the medicating went injury-less, (A couple of dropsies, mind) I got dressed without any bother as well! Smug-Mode-Defcon-2 Adopted!
The pins looked like the veins were about to erupt again, in the feet as well. Still, can’t complain, they’ve been pretty good for several days. To say this morning they looked so pale, they had got some colour now. This might be because of the hot shower?
Out, and sorted some waste bags and took them to the chute. Back to the flat, and took an extra painkiller. Toothache Thomas was throbbing again. Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and let it cool before eating it, no, I mean drinking, to avoid bothering the tooth.
Answered some comments on WordPress, and the landline burst forth. It was Lab-top Dancer, ILC and Warden, Unterscharführeress Deana, doing her weekly check to see if I am still alive (Hahaha!). I asked although I struggled with Stuttering Stephanie; if Deana could help me with the Flat Insurance renewal paperwork and ringing them. I meant to ask her if she’d mind ringing the Sherwood Health Centre as well, to see if the foot lady is cutting nails again yet, but I was having a job getting my words out and forgot to ask. Bless, she’s coming later sometime to help with the insurance, I must remember then.
I went on CorelDraw to make up some much-needed graphics. After an hour or so, and one graphics being done, I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. I reckon that Thompsons tastes even better when drunk from this particular mug. No idea why, though.
As I was trying to take the hump out of the carpet, the intercom flashed and I even heard it today! Despite the ‘Horrible Hum’ outside and all around, having started to get louder than ever. Another Mystery!
The new to me, phlebotomy nurse introduced herself, and she was soon up at the flat door. She straightened the carpet for me, bless her. Took the blood, and I offered her a can of G&T, in thanks and appreciation. Which she refused at first. Until she saw it was not lemonade, but a tin of Looch (Gin & Tonic), being well mannered, I offered the lady a low cal or ordinary one. A lovely nurse, I took to her straight away. She was in a rush, as they all are, sadly nowadays. She’d been delayed with having trouble finding the flats, bless her.
Back to the CorelDrawing. Didn’t get far, but another one more done.
An early nosh was prepared. Fries, Frankfurters, crispy onions, potato salad, tomatoes, and a few left-over new potatoes. Lemon mousse, and an apple pie.
Very toothsome! Flavour rating 7.5/10.
Washed the pots and got down to watch the TV.
Within minutes, I was off and into the land of Sweet Morpheous! Marvellous!
Sometime later, I’m not sure when the Landline flashed and sounded. I struggled out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, not working, rickety recliner and over to the landline. Stuttering Stephanie was with me, so much repeated questions for clarification from me, followed. It a lady from the Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Unit, about the Warfarin INR test level results: I did find it hard to hear and understand, but I wrote things down as she told me, and checked with the lady afterwards.
I was at 1.1, well below the 3,5 bar.
She checked that I had some ready-filled Enoxaparin hypodermics to hand, which I had. I am to inject one straight away tonight, another in the morning and tomorrow night.
Take 2½ Warfarin now, and then in the morning and the following night.
Another INR test will be arranged for Wednesday or Thursday.
I thanked the lady, rang off, and went to take the Warfarin and inject the Enoxaparin. A bit dodgy on my feet.
The date on the hypo was ‘Use by the end of June 2020!’
The injection into the large, wobbly, fearsome stomach was done. The 2½ Warfarins taken. I had to use the left hand, dare not risk Nicodemus or Shoulder Shuddering Shirley playing up if I tried with the right mitt.
Took a shot of the evening sky, and for the life of me, I could not find the Nikon camera lens cover I’d just taken off! I spent ages searching, I knew it had to be in the kitchen somewhere. But, failing to find it, I investigated in the other room, no luck, of course! Crankiness!
I even looked in the wet room and hallway, just in case I’m had a blank-moment. While perusing, I found an official-looking letter on the floor near the door! It was from Her Majesties Government. One, I assume sent to all of her subjects. I gave up the search for the lens cover and read the four pages. Which left me more confused than ever, apart from clarifying that those at high risk of death from Coronvirus, can go out again, keeping to the advice given in the letter, from August 1st.
Not much chance of getting back to sleep now. The mind all active (and confused), I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea…
As I plugged in the kettle, there right in front of me, was the Nikon lens, on a hob on the cooker! Glunglegnatsworth!
I settled back into the c1968, sickenly beige coloured recliner. And got my feet up, to air and ease the cruelly uncut Howard Hughes style toenails.
I soon realised that sleep was not going to come.
The deep vein Arterial Thrombosis, Spider veins, and spider veins were coming out to play again.
Ah, well, I’ve had a couple of decent nights kips in, so no complaints. I just hope I’ve got the messages right from the hospital about the INR doses.
Although it took ages to get off into the land of nod, when I did get there, it was peaceful and uninterrupted for four hours straight.
It is unfortunately my duty to advise you that on your last visit to the haematology department on 26th February 2015 your Warfarin doses were wrongly prescribed.
Here is the correct dosages: M2½ T2-W2-Th 21/2-Fri2½-St2-Su2.
In the event of your feeling dizzy or cutting yourself we advise you to call for assistance.
I’d like to take this opportunity to remind you that this medication is used to treat blood clots, pulmonary embolus and deep vein thrombosis that you were diagnosed with by preventing blood clots forming in your flabby unattractive wrinkled decrepit body.
It helps to keep blood flowing smoothly in your body by decreasing the amount of certain substances (clotting proteins) in your blood.
I am aware of your hearing difficulties so had written the above in bold so you can read it easier.
Please contact me in return to confirm your understanding of the nature of your condition and position as soon as possible.
A reminder that in reply to your request for another home visit, I can arrange one under the strict condition that you keep your hands to yourself this time.
Yours Dr. Shirley Blamey MD.
Pugglethorpe Veterinary Surgery.
Dear Dr Blamey,
I have been suffering some funny turns and…. Klunk… thud!…..
