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Monday 13th July 2020
Afrikaans: Maandag 13 Julie 2020
05:10hrs: I came back to semi-life, and as is usual lately, needed a wee-wee within minutes. But overnight, there had been no call to the Throne or bucket. In fact, I’d forgot to bring the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to the room at all. I was so tired last night, after being up for over fifteen hours, this being the reason for my latest hour of waking for many a month!
I still felt a little drained mentally. With a degree of alacritousness, I got my wobbly over-sized stomach, and skinny limbs free of the recliner got the stick, and made my way to the wet room, without any injury, or nervous-making incidents! Slight-Smug-Mode-Enjoyed!
The evacuation was another RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee, with the Post Micturition after-dribble taking longer to wait for it to finish, than the wee-weeing itself. As they told me when I was diagnosed as Diabetic, this is called Diabetes insipidus, if I remember correctly.
I washed and made my way to the kitchenette. I remembered that a nurse will be coming today to take a blood sample for the Anti-Coagulation & Deep Vein Thrombosis Hospital Clinic (I love that title!) What time and which of the Vampire Angels it will be, is anyone’s guess.
I almost made a faux pas and injected an Enoxaparin hypo into my stomach. Not on the list for today, until after the blood is taken, got back to the hospital, tested, and then I’ll be informed of the results (hopefully) by phone later on. I took a shot with the Canon camera, of the current selection of needle-work art in my elephantine belly. The last one, the biggest, has kept its colour well as it fades slowly.
I got the kettle on and did the Health Checks. Well, well, well, the SYS has tumbled down at last. A sign that perhaps the injections will not be needed after today’s blood-test results. I sense that the INR will be about 2.9 this time. I’ve no idea why; it’s just a feeling I’ve got. Be interesting to see how far I’ll be out? The temperature showed up as just ‘Low’.
The view outside was a little bright, I thought. Then recalled how late it is in the day. I hoped that this Monday would be a lot easier on me, luck-wise.
I got the computer on, and fancy that, what a surprise, the Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet was down!
I decided that I’d get the ablutions done, so I can be all clean and sparkling for the nurse when she arrives (Hahaha!), and the internet might be back on afterwards as well.
ABLUTIONALISTICALISATIONING ACTIVITIES REPORT
- Just as for the last four days or so now, as I got into the wet room and was stripping off, the need for a Porcelain Throne session developed. A marathon again, rock-solid, painful, and of a ginormous size.
- I spent a while on the crosswording, while the stop-start progress caused me even more agony than yesterday’s did! Bloodletting-silent-howls! Not messy, though, and less bleeding.
- It didn’t matter how careful and gentle I was, the first contact of the toothbrush with the molars, made me cringe with pain. Still, at least it took my mind off of the rear-quarters pain. Hehe!
- I didn’t drop either the brush or toothpaste today!
- The shaving started, and I soon had three cuts, several razor dropsies, and when I let the shaving-foam can drop, the blooming thing hit the seat raise and bounced back, landing right on my poor little toe!
- The flannel, soap (3), and the aftershave bottle were dropped. No damage caused, though!
Flipping heck, the legs looked really pale and anaemic!
The ankle ulcer had died down nicely, mind you. I noticed some scratch marks on the right leg, and it was far thinner than the left one was?
It looked like the hairs were having another try at growing again? They’ll all be gone in a day or two. It’s been like this since the heart op. Still, it makes for a bit of interest.
The scars seem to be getting a little more prominent? Or perhaps with the skin being so ghostly white, the show up more?
I wouldn’t be overly surprised if, when I eventually get released from the isolationing, someone tells me I’m dead. Hahaha!
At last, I got back to the computer, and the internet was working again. Phew!
I got the Sunday blog finished. But it was hard work. Posted it off, I answered some lovely comments. Then I went on Facebooking for a while.
I found out that Sandie, the lovely lady who started the TFZ Troll Free Zone site, had passed away. We all knew she had been diagnosed with cancer. Sandra was coping well with her problems and had recently bought a new car, that she was over-the-moon with. I could not stay on the site, I was heartbroken. Even writing this blog is challenging. But, I know life must go on. Bless Sandies Memory! ♥
Some tap-tapping, knock-knocking and drill-drilling noises started. So the contractors must be getting close to doing out flats.
The door chimes rang out there ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫, tune. I hoped it would be a nurse! Hahaha! It was Josie returning the tray, plate and cutlery from her meal yesterday. She said it was nice.
I started doing some graphics on CorelDraw.
The intercom sounded and lit up – this time it was the nurse, Christina! She said she was in a hurry. But chatted while she took my blood. I showed her the state of my toenails and feet, and she rang the clinic for me to find out if I could get an appointment yet. They put her on hold, and Christina got a call on her phone.
She was needed elsewhere urgently. So she had to ring off of the phone and rush off. Life can be a swine at times!
The tap-tapping, knock-knocking, and drill-drilling noises continue, on and off, from somewhere above, and close. Can’t be helped, though!
A phone call from Jenny. She’ll ring me back. I couldn’t find any emails from the gal? She kindly ordered me some lemon bleach and lemon mousse, bless her.
I put in an order with Iceland. A few things were shown as unavailable on the web site. The most important being the lemon bleach.
They only had Domestos available. And that I consider over-priced, and rated. The Surami sticks are still not obtainable, but they had some on Shrimp flavour, which is not as good, and dearer than the fish ones. Shame!
Getting tired again now. (Poor old sausage!) I Got the potato slices in the oven cooking. Nervous, that I didn’t get delayed on my little journey, and forget about the oven being left on!
Then took down the sorted rubbish backs to the rubbish bin, and waste chute. I rather overloaded the three-wheeler guide trolley with the bags. Just as well that I forgot to take the recycling glass jars as well. I espied the new colour for the walls that the contractors are in the middle of doing. Turquoise, I think?
The lift took a while to come. Only to be expected with only one available for tenants during the day.
I got it eventually, and out into the lift lobby. Then around to the right through the caretakers’ passage and out to the bins. A caretaker kindly took the big recycling bags from me. He told me the glass recycling bin was full of alcohol empties. (Hahaha! I wasn’t surprised!) So it didn’t matter that I’d forgotten the glass jars. No point in me leaving them on the floor, cause the prowling neighbourhood yobbo-kids would only smash them. I’ll try again later in the week.
The caretaker bloke and I had a mini-natter.
He suggested they swap the industrial-sized bin, to use for the glass empties and the small one for the recycling. (Which made me larf out loud!) Haha!
As I limped back inside the flats lobby doors, I took a few photographicalisation, so we can remember what mayhem we have been put through for the last… how long is it now? Must be near three-years or more. The dang Coronavirus has played havoc. With the time-table and plans of getting the job finished.
But they are back at it again, bless ’em! It’s comforting to hear their noises, and back on the job.
Through to the lift lobby and waited patiently for the lift.
During which the one (Contractors only during the day), we are not to use, kept arriving. And some folks came in straight into the cage, without a care in the world, even gave me a funny look as I stuck to the rules and awaited the tenant’s elevator to arrive.
Then another tenant did the same thing! I even got a sneer from him! Huh! Still, it’s not for me to complain! They may have been visitors. Can’t say I’ve seen any of them before.
I got back up to the apartment and placed the trolley in the corner, with a little difficulty. And checked on the cooking in the oven, all was fine! Phew!
I got the nosh served up. The sausages (canned) had been left in the saucepan in water from the can, with added Hickory liquid smoke to season them a bit for hours. Very flavoursome, too! Beetroot, potato salad, and sliced potatoes cooked in the oven. Some red and green seedless grapes were sorted from those that had gone wrinkly and crinkled. Some fresh ones being delivered on Wednesday, I hope.
Got the washing up done, and down in the recliner, Where I had a few thoughts, about my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour-propred, Brother-in-law Pete. He goes into hospital tomorrow for his PET scan. I hope all goes well, I’ll be looking at the City Hospital Tuesday, at the time he’s due to go in, and send the lad some “Healing and hopeful thoughts through the ether!” All the very best, Pete, mate!
A late burst of sunshine came through the balcony windows. That’s the new one with the doors that do not close or lock. The feet were up on the swivel chair resting, and I took a snap of the uncut toes. But they did look in better shape than of late. I wondered why?
I remembered I’d forgot, a touch of anamesia there, to ask anyone for help from the many photographers out there, who might know. Earlier, it might even have been yesterday, I wanted to try and do one the wider photographs where you press and move the camera then press again to stop it. I used to use this before the stroke, but cannot for the life of me, remember which icon to set for it. Shaking Shaun, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicododemus’s neurotransmitters were collectively behaving well at the time, and I’d hoped to get a shot of the skyline. Not a lot of hope of holding the camera steady enough, mind. I started using each selection around the dial, but by then, the twitching and shaking had returned. Oy-oy-oy! I thought I’d ask, so I will know which one to use quickly if ever the shaker-ailments should all become calm at the same time again when the camera is handy in the kitchen. I waffled on there a bit, didn’t I, sorry.
I got the TV on and played a Boon DVD. I was amazed that I stayed awake for the first two parts, (Mind you, it was one the better episodes, and I’d not viewed it for years) and took this photo from the chair, in celebration. Hahaha!
Next thing I remember, is waking up around four in the morning, with the remote control still on my chest, and in need of the Porcelain Throne. No waking for wee-wees then! At long last, Sweet Morpheous!