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Inchcock Today – Wed 8th May 2019: Enough bad luck for anyone – yet still it comes!

May 08

Wednesday 8th May 2019

Sethoso: Laboraro la 8 Mayi 2019

04:15hrs. I woke and lay there gathering some minuscule resemblance of appreciation, comprehension, and perception of what the hell I was doing, where, and who I was! But concentration soon formed, and recognition and understanding were thankfully grasped and retained. But I don’t mind telling you, those few scatty-moments, scared the hell out of me! I really thought another stroke was taking place. Phew!

Now in my usual only slightly confused state, the realisation of the need for a wee-wee became urgent. As I extracted my cumbersome overweight body from the £300 second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner, it became evident that the right leg was a lot worse this morning. It took some effort to control the shaking, and the pain in the knee took a while and some painkillers to dissipate.

The stick-assisted hobble to the WC took so long: I thought an accident might occur. But I got there in time; In time for the most sprayed out weak trickle! A new name for this type of wee-wee was given. RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee) It took me ages after the pathetic five-second evacuation, to clean up where the stuff had sprayed. The WC, floor, cabinet, sink, etc. The antiseptic disinfectant bottle is running very low now. Haha! I reckon the leg shaking so badly made things worse.

I had a wash and did the teggies, and got dressed. Not easy, with having to use the time-taking Sock-Glide. Limped in not a little pain with the leg, into the kitchen. (That sounds like I took the leg with me, which I did, of course, I had no choice in the matter… I’m losing it again here! Hehehe!) 

I got the kettle on and took the medications with an extra pain-killer. Within half-an-hour the knee pain eased-off, when I was not using it. Made sure the Ankle-Support strapping was all ready for the Carer’s visit.

I got the computer on and checked the calendar for today. 07:00>08:00hrs Carer to fit the Ankle-Support strapping. 08:00hrs Anticoagulation blood test nurse. 09:30hrs: Occupational Therapy Nurse.  Axonotmesis (injury to the peripheral nerve of one of the extremities of the body [Legs]. The axons and their myelin sheath are damaged in this kind of injury. Although the endoneurium, perineurium, and epineurium may remain intact), nurse – sometime today.

Went on the WordPress Reader section. Then updated yesterdays blog diary. Then on Pinterest to add some photographs. Checked emails and responded to messages.

Again, I felt the need to make my way to the WC. This time was exactly like the first effort, but with the leg having steadied down on its shaking, I avoided too much ‘Spread-it-about-splashing’! Again it lasted only a few seconds but was a tad more determined this time. Then the need for an evacuation from the other end. At least I thought so, but only wind and pith escaped. Huh! 

Back to the computer, and started this Inchcock Today off. It was not long, before more signs of my needing the Porcelain Throne arrived again. So, not taking any chances, I made my way to the wet room. No luck at all. Wind accompanied by an unpleasant aroma. But a sprinkle and weak spraying of RWPSWW followed? It seems that both evacuation areas are somewhat reluctant this morning. Humph!

I washed and off to the medical cabinet and took a Senna (to encourage the back end) and a Furosemide (in the hope of proper flowage from Little Inchy). Made a brew of tea.

The mist was clearing away, and I took this snap of the view from the unwanted new, light and view-blocking kitchen windows. I used this picture for a later background to Inchcock’s Thoughts on CorelDraw.

Back to the Porcelain Throne. There was still no movement, although the senses tell me there should be? Oh Heck!

The carer is due to do the Ankle-Support strap for me. Ah, here he is! All sorted within eight minutes. This chap has got the hang of the Ankle-Support strapping now, bless him.

I went on the TFZer Facebooking, and put some pictures from yesterday on the albums.

The rather glamorous and highly desirable, but too young and good looking for me (Dam it!) nurse arrived to take some blood for the INR Warfarin anticoagulation clinic. After she had departed, I made a mug of tea, while her: oh, so appealing face tormented me in my memory. Well, I can’t help it! Hehe!

I had a go at setting up the Coreldraw 2019, without any luck – made a right mess of it! I got in a right proper pickle! I gave up.

0935hrs: Caroline and Sonia, from the City Hospital Occupational Therapy Unit arrived. Much heavy going therapy followed, for an hour or so.

Sonia departed, leaving Caroline to do some Q & A and Therapy. (Aching all over, now, Haha!).

Lovely ladies, patient and kind. The session was finished around 11:35hrs.

I caught up with this blog up to here. And then took some black bags to the chute and recyclable stuff to the bins outside on the way to the bus and Arnold to go to Asda to get some bread and butter in.

Called at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

T’was raining, so no photographicalisationing on the way out. Met Frank in the hut and Cyndy joined us later, and a good gossip ensued as we waited for the bus. Cyndy got on the same one as I did, (For once I caught the right bus. Hehe!) A good chinwag en route. Cyndy kindly rang hubby Eric and arranged for him to call around 15:30hrs, to have a look at the wobbly handlebar on the three-wheel trolley for me. That was kind!

I dropped off the bus outside Asda and went in and got the shopping. Spent £10.40, so some will-power was used. Squash, Lemon Mousse, Potatoes (hopefully to be shared with Doris again at the weekend), Butter, mushrooms, turnip, carrot, parsnip, apple, and some Milk Rolls. I sneaked one in the freezer later for Jane when she calls again, but don’t tell her! Haha! Then over the road and some of the fantastic extra large eggs, to had to Cyndy or Eric helping. Some lemon ice cream and beef steaks on offer at Fultons Foods.

I thought I’d catch the L9 bus on its way to Bestwood, and stay on and come back all the way to the flats.

When the bus arrived, the lady driver asked if I was going to the flats, cause this bus is on change-over and I’ll have to get off and wait for the next bus from Bestwood. “Fair enough”, I said, cursing my luck! She heIped me off at the terminus. It wasn’t a long wait though. That driver also helped me onto the bus when it came.

In Arnold, a lady and her disabled wheelchair-bound son got on, and I moved to another chair to enable them to get in the disabled section. The kind driver helped them on and moved the lad and chair into position… belting on the right knee with the big electric chair as he did so. Apart from the pain, his intentions were good, Haha!

Back at the flats and I was getting weary as I walked back to the flat. Nobody about at all, but for me it was late, and tiredness dawned.

The weather looked a bit bleak, too.

And a wee-wee was much needed. Which I tended to first-thing. I may get out the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) later on, for fluids burst forth, not vigorously, but there was no controlling things! A bit like the VSFWBWWWs (Very Short Frequent-Weak-But-Wayward-Wee-wees)

Put the bits bought away, got some spuds on the boil, and I made a start on this update.

Eric and Cyndy arrived at 16:00 to have a look at the trolley. But Eric said, “Nowt can be done!” Ah, well, I’ll have to live with it rattling, then.

Got the oven on to warm up, ready for the beef steak.

Imbibed the evening medications with a drink of fresh orange juice.

16:00hrs: The hot water was cold! I presume that the electrics had tripped out again. It’s done that three or four times since I’ve been in the flat. But, I’ll have to wait until 18:00hrs to see if it comes on. I’m not the luckiest of people, am I? I’ll report it in the morning. No shave or bath tonight then. Tsk!

Depression Mode Engaged! With good reason this time.

Called to see Doris, who returned the book her offshoot had read and enjoyed. I asked if her hot water was working and it was. She said the heater comes on at 18:00hrs, so I’ll wait until then to see if it come back on, but my hopes and run of bad luck, along with my EQ, say’s it will not.

I suppose I can get a shave using hot water from the kettle, (hopefully, I will not get the shakes and cut myself or pour boiling water on myself), and a wash of sorts.

Dispirited, everything seems to be going wrong for me at the current time, and I don’t like it! Humph!

Got the nosh served up, not that I feel like eating now – moroseness, self-pity, and lack of any good luck is doing me no good at all.

Got a shave of sorts. But, I am fed-up, disheartened, dejected, gloomy, melancholy and in the doldrums… oh, and demoralised! Enough is enough, surely some good luck is due to come my way? No, maybe not, then!

And today I told Caroline that I do not get depressed!

Peed-off, I got the plate of unwanted food and tried to eat some it. I ate around 40% of it and didn’t enjoy any of it at all.

I felt grumpy, irritable, churlish, cantankerous, and crotchety. To make things worse, I had to use the kettle and saucepans to get hot water to wash the greasy plate, etc. The same for a shave, going twixt wet room and kitchen!

Sorry if I do sound ratty… but I am!

I decided to get a shower do the teggies and have a shave. I soon found out that the legs were getting back to their old bloated misshaped and spotty condition, with the anaemic, paleness, with different leg thicknesses that they were before the Stroke!

I thought I was a little depressed earlier, with all that is going wrong again. Now things are getting enough to try the patience of a saint!

While shaving, I kicked some bottles at the base of the sink, that I’m blown if I can remember them being there before – anyway the result was half an hour or so trying to stop the bleeding where I caught the razor on my head as fell over.

I finished the shaving and did the teggies, then got under the shower. Had a good scrub up. Afterwards, the head was still bleeding again!

I must try not to back-head a sink again, and try to gain control over the arm with the razor attached in future! Hahaha!

I wonder if I can sue anyone for this calamity of the ht water failing again? No, better not. Knowing my luck if the case went to court I’d probably get on the wrong bus and be defaulted. Silly Alter Cocker!

When I looked at these pictures, I realised just how pale I am looking. I might get some rougue foundation cream? Hehehe! Oh, I’ve just noticed, the hairs have gone from my shoulders and chest? Huh!

This Lucky Nottinghamian tried to get some sleep. But the hassle and failures of the day were bouncing about in the brain. So I got up and updated this load of tosh.

Still no hot water, although the light had come on at the emersion heater?

Fed-up!

Inchcock Today – Friday 19th April 2019: Newell Stroke Ward to ‘The Oaks’ Residential Care Home

Friday 19th April 2019

Newell Stroke Ward to ‘The Oaks’

Residential Care Home

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 19 Ebrill 2019

Monday: The lack of and sleep continued. Visits increased from the Social services people, Organopathy and Therapy speech and occupational lessons. A bad day Monday and Tuesday for me. Not a lot sank in that was told to me. So busy, so many visiting departments, hard to follow what was going on really.

The rash and spots seemed to be getting worse now. I think Jane and Pete visited, more three-way discussions

Three-wheeled trolley rented to me for use instead of a stick, from the Red Cross, to go with me to the Home where I will be taken to later.

Got bags sorted out early and in a row on the floor at the side of the bed for the ambulance to arrive.

Two ladies arrived from Arriva Ambulance Service, and it was all hustle as they grabbed the things and got me into a wheelchair in a hurry, and off to the Old Peoples Home.

The Oaks Residential Care Home. I was greeted as I was wheeled into the complex by a harried-looking chap who turned out to be the manager. Later, it became apparent why he bore the harangued look, bless him.

Straight in and to a room upstairs, number 11, and the things the ambulance women had stuffed in the trolley were thrown on the floor for me to sort out. It turned out they had taken some stuff belonging to the chap on the next bed Paul, (Get-well card and towel) at the Stroke Ward and left much of my things behind. Humph! This is normal and to be expected with the Arriva crews, they told me when I mentioned it.

A carer put the ankle-guide on for me. Then took me down for lunch, baked potato and cheese. Tasty and plenty if it too! I declined the rice pudding with thanks. A large percentage of elderly and insecure folk. My arrival caused a little stir, and I was soon being questioned about my past. In the wing where I was, there were all ‘Code Red’ Residents? I soon found out why.

Photo’s courtesy of Brother-in-Law Pete on a later visitation with Sister Jane. No aftershave yet? The first three Get-Well cards were from Sandie and Marie from the TFZers, Jenny and the Teddy Bear of course. The back card is poor old Paul with his Fruit Juice that was taken by the Arriva ambulance women.

I’d got endless homework from the Occupational and Speech Therapists to work on. At around 05:30hrs, I was summoned down for some more nosh, this time fish cakes sandwiches. Lady brought the medications to take for the afternoon. The night shift carer, noticed as she came in with night doses, that I was bleeding rather severely having cut my lip with the shaking right hand, and it didn’t seem to want to stop flowing. She called 111 and took their advice. I sat with a cotton swab in my gob for two hours, but it stopped. Of course, if I had some aftershave to apply, it would not have happened, Ahem!

I asked if someone might go to the shop to get some dispensable razors, but they were too busy.

The next door chap passing my open door (No locks) told me he had had some money stolen again, the second time this week! I took this with a pinch of salt for some reason.

Thus, I was stuck indoors for a fortnight again…

Inchcock Today – Sunday 12th April to Sunday 19th – Newell Stroke Ward

Sunday 12th April to Sunday 19th

Newell Stroke Ward

French: Du Dimanche 14 Avril, au Dimanche 13

My desire to write poetry is almost a volcanisation,
When it comes to poetry, I know I’m a poetaster, a bavian,
My odes, turn out like fully-fledged worsification,
My musical skills are not precisely Beethovian,
I couldn’t correctly write for a vocation,
But, I think I may be accepted for zombification!

The recovery therapy increased, as did the size of the meals, albeit that I was getting egg sandwiches in place of bacon ones. But plenty of them, and porridge. Haha! Visits all day on Tuesday, and fitted in Jane and Pete’s visit on Tuesday. No aftershave or newspaper money yet…

Monday: Woke up covered in spots and rashes! The rear bag was removed to avoid infection. I was told that the water-bag would have to be changed soon for the same reason. Instead, a change of plans for some reason, maybe due to the lack of movement. The nurse took off and swapped the bag for a new 24 hour one. More speech therapy, they were not happy with my progress and gave me some extra lessons and ‘Homework (Bed) exercises’.

Tuesday: Jane & Pete called to offer the staff some more of my bad habits for their perusal. Still no aftershave. I kept pestering the nurses with false alarms for trips to the Porcelain Throne and continued to cut myself daily. Tsk! The usual medications were changed, but no one told me what to. A doctor came to look at the rashes and decided I must be ellergic to one of the new medicines.

Wednesday: Success on the Throne, not a lot, mind. They increased the make-me-go-medication. The nighttime swearer and shouter in bed one continued to keep everyone else awake. I nearly joined in with the shouting for him to shut-up along with some other frustrated bed-dwellers. Busy therapy practice all through the day.

Thursday: Doctor told me the anticipated release for me might be next week-end. I thought I must be doing well in that case. Spoke with an occupational nurse, who told me I was indeed not doing well at all, and arranged for some extra lessons. The reason for the early escape was a shortage of beds, and I would be placed in the dementure home somewhere for a week or so.

This photograph on the left, came from I know not where, but when I got home it was on my camera card which never left home with me?

Treatment for the spots and rashed was some tablets were stopped to find out which of the two new ones it was I was elergic to.

Jane and Pete visited, and revealed all my faults to the Social Services people. Training continued.

Friday: The day seemed to be hectic with training, and the Social Services are to install a raised toilet seat and shower stool, and arrange monitoring.

The night wasn’t half one to remember. The rash was giving me some bother with scratching, and the new bloke, who looked very much like Tyson Fury wasn’t-half giving out the curses and vocals, poor chap. Although by now he had stopped us all getting any sleep for over a week now!

Sat and Sunday: I didn’t think it possible, but the training was even more intense in an affort to get me ready for giving up my bed. The night staff insisted on having the radio on and windows open, which along with Tyson’s moaning and wailing, amost made me look forward to leaving the place. The alergy rash was slowly getting better, but I was so tired, I don’t think  was ready for being moved yet a while. Anyway, they had not taken off the urine bag yet.

Sunday a vegetarian meal – they niw tell me I can eat brassica? So I did. But this sen the INR Warfarin level zooming and they changed their minds?

Ah, well!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 7th April to Tuesday 9th 2019: Green Stroke Ward

Get-Well Cards, flowers and pressies from loved ones! And a great view!

Sunday 7th April to Tuesday 9th 2019

Newell Stroke Ward

Luxembourgish: Sonndeg, 7. Abrëll, to Tuesday 9. 2019

My going over twice on Physio training, they decided I could not be allowed to try to walk without the aid of a Wheelie and a qualified assistant with me. Which was not so bad, until they removed the rear-end bag, which meant my having to need a nurse at night when I needed to go, or thought I did as it turned out most times. Tsk! I was not the most popular patient then!

But the poor chap in bed one was still the most unpopular with the other patients. Haha! Sunday night they had to fetch some of his vast family in to help keep him quiet! But it didn’t work. Now some other patients were shouting and swearing back at his, suggesting he go forth and multiply, etc. 

Jane and Pete visited on Monday, and laid bare all my faults to the doctors, with a smile on their faces too! Hahaha! They had informed Tim Price of my problems.

I received some yellow flowers (Two) and cards from the TFZer folk, which cheered me up no end. Even a Teddy Bear, they all tickled me pink! ♥ Unfortunately, the flowers were not permitted on the ward, but the photo Pete photograph on with me looking out of the window, and he took a shot of the other flowers for me. The plants were sent to the pregnancy ward and went to some unvisited patients, for which the nurses their thanked everyone and assured they were appreciated. Naturally, they did not get the cards or Teddy Bear! Hehe! He went with Koala Katie at home!

The new patient, Barry Arrived. Nice chap. Unfortunately, as  I was watching and him get some much-needed sleep, the poor chap fell out of bed. I immediately pressed my buzzer, getting told off for doing so later after the staff had got together to cover themselves for not putting the sides of the bed up for him! Tsk! 

On the first Doctors visit it was decided that as I had put on an enormous amount of weight, the started me by mouth feeding grade C, (Softened) and kept piling up the plates, with instructions to eat it all up? This was before telling me I was too heavy! Humph!

Jane and Pete called on Tuesday. (No aftershave!) Haha! They had been at the flat, as Pete said, well, we might as well use your electricity! He was only joking! Hahaha, made me laugh! They had been tidying up for me cause I’m a messy, disorganised Herbert! I thanked them!

More exercises throughout the day.

Went for a shower late on, a male nurse went with me, and  I felt much better afterwards I must say.

Guess what?

… To continue! (I hope!) Haha!

 

Inchcock Today – Thursday 4th to Saturday, April 6th 2019: Green Ward.

Thursday 4th April 2019 to Saturday, April 6th 2019: Green Ward.

Africaans: Vrydag 5 April 2019

01:55hrs. After a while spent in hopes that the noise would die down so I could get some rest, in came a team of doctors and off I was taken for more chamber-scanning. Then to another ward and kept in a mobile scanner for the rest of the night.

Then back to the Green Ward. Doctors visited me to confirm the stroke an where it had affected me, I realised then that I had no clothing, apart from what the hospital had supplied. I used some pages from a crossword book to make notes on to record things. But did not realise how badly they were written until much later.

Oncology, Speech Therapists, and Physiotherapists set to work unremittingly.

There were six beds in my section of the ward. Sleep was not an option, day or night. Physios, feeding, medications and then they put in the bags for the front and rear, as nothing was working in those areas! No control at all, luckily the others in Green Wing were all suffering, in the same way, judging by the aromas! Hehe! Much of the scribble was illegible by the time I got around to updating.

I had an end bed, which was excellent for watching the squirrels and birds, not that I much time for this, the medications, speech therapy, and finding out I had Vascular Dementia saw to that. Along with the night staff leaving a radio playing all night, the windows open and the poor bloke in bed number one, who wailed begged, and insults all night, every night. Not making himself the most popular patient. Humph!

Got a visit from Sister Jane and Pete. Pete took control of my money, cash card, keys etc. for safe keeping. He did bring me some cash though, even if it was out of date pound coins and a fiver from my stock of old coins that I had hidden (Obviously not well enough) as part of my leaving for him and Janet when I snuff it. Hehehe!

With my shaky hands, shaving was a problem, as was the controlling of front and rear emissions with the bags. I asked Pete to bring me some after-shave from home to control the bleeding. (I’m still waiting for it! Hehe!) I thought that he had a smirk and sneer on his face when I mentioned this. Haha!

Poor old Jane tried to tidy the flat a bit for me and cleaned up the horrible mess I had left, bless her cotton socks. ♥ Tsk!

Thanks to them both.

 

Inchcock Today – Wed 3 Apr 2019: Doing okay before having a Stroke!

Wednesday 3rd April 2019

German: Mittwoch, der 3. April 2019

01:25hrs. I woke up, and as out of the £300 second-hand ci1968 recliner, and over to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) within a couple of minutes. 

Unfortunately, leaving a trail of damage behind me; I knocked the remote control off of the arm of the recliner, stubbed my toe on the Ottoman, tipped a bottle of spring water off of the small Ottoman, and dragged the cover off with me! And then, when I finally thought I’d got things flowing, I hadn’t! I needed to wait a further couple of minutes before anything moved! When it did eventually begin to activate, it warranted a new classification-wee-wee being given. An RPDDWW (Reluctant-Painful-Drip-Drip-Wee-Wee) grading. The few drops that did tortuously come out would not have half-filled a small cup! Yet, the bladder had given me all the signs of a mega-resounding (with possible splash-backing) wee-wee being needed? My EQ advised me that I was in for a stressful, anxiety-ridden, fraught day! Tsk!

I tidied up the mini-maelstrom I’d made. Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. Sys 167, Dia 77, Pulse 76 and temperature a 35.3° readings returned. Got the kettle on and the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room, and for once, an infrequent, easy, unmessy non-bleeding evacuation was almost enjoyed. Hehe! Back to the kitchen and made a brew of tea.

To the computer and started to update the Tuesday Diary… And guess what? 

I was very dispirited now, downhearted and had a hatred brewing up for Mr Fries. Which only served to make me more agitated, as feelings of hostility and resentment to others are unnatural to me, and then the guilt joined in with the already mixed emotions I was going through.

I decided that a philargyrist and quomodocunquizing personage like money-mad Mr Fries, with his usufruct instincts, is not going to make me lower my standards and become embittered. Besides, apart from anything else, just look at the man above – if he isn’t involved in a Mafia of some kind, then I’m a good looking, fit, healthy, young man, fighting off the attention of the ladies!

I fiddled and faffled about, trying the usual things to get the inept, overpriced, stuttery, incapable, impotent, unfit-for-purpose Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet service back up and working. Tried the reset button – Nope! Turned off the power and back on again, Nope! Switched all off and unplugged everything then went to make another brew. Returned, everything back in and on – the lights flickered weakly on the modem (I think that’s what they were called, the Virgin box?) – Nope. Painfully I utilised the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). Desperate now, I had a search for the number to ring to see if the service had any problems. (It’s a recorded message of course), but I could not find it!

Then I needed to return to the Porcelain Throne. A grand clear-out followed, and again without any bleeding. Although the piles were now stinging a bit. I had close look a the pin’s knees.

Well, they had changed shape again from yesterday, and Spotty Muldoon sprang to mind as I took this photo? I hope that the Weevils hadn’t laid eggs under the skin and they were coming out after hibernation now? Hehe! 

Washed and went back to the computer. To find lights flashing on the Virgin box. Slowly, the service (I use the word in the vaguest sense) returned. The input was slow, but enough for me to get on with updating the Tuesday Diary, at last.

The old EQ (Emotional Content) told me that something was going to happen today that woud be terrifying to me?

These persistent RPDDWWs were taking it out of me.

Eventually, I got the blog updated and sent off to WordPress. Went on the WP reader section, and then the TFZer Facebook site.

Started on this post next.

Nosh sorted out.

Mushrooms and parsnips veg soup. Tasty with some balsamic vinegar and bread.

Medications taken, a wierd tiredness overcame me, an off I nodded.

About 2125hrs or so, I woke up. In a terrible state, the whole flat was swirling and seemed to be leaning to the right and out of the recliner, moments later realising something was not right, and nor being able to move at all without losing control and balance, I pressed the panic alarm wristlet.

(This was typed on Thursday 2nd May, my first day home, nad me not in a very good state for typing, concentrating or brainwork, thanks to Brother-in-law Pete and Jane collecting me from the Nottigham City Council Home and back to the flat, to be interogated by the Social Services chap for the first time in a long while.) But I felt the need to tell the tale, sad as it was.

The alarm lady was talking to me while the Stroke was taking place. Everything that could escaped was doing so at the same time, was doing so! Front, rear, being sick, blood from the throat, in unison! I was trying make me way to the door to unlcok it, all I cpuld hear was the lady telling me to nlock the frnot door or they will have to break it down to get in! I was on all-fours and still faling over repeatedly. Somehow (without a doubt hekoed by the lady on the phone, annoying as hrr voice was at the time, it made me get there to let in the paramedic. A blank spot, until I recal being on the floor in the bathroon apologising for the mess I had left in the front room, and three medics in attendance, another blank spell, then I remember being an ambulance, blues and twos a-ringing out.

Going in a reception area. Seconds later I was gathered after a qucik going over, for an MRSA and Head scans, nad returning to the first bay I was in. A Doctor came and told me I had had a stroke, and was going to be moved to the City Hospital Stroke ward. Along with two other patients I was moved to the Nottingham City Hosital Green ward.

Blanks for a while then I recall being in a ward, but not really with it so as to speak.

Further titilating revelations to follow!

Inchcock Today: Tues 2 Apr 2019: Mystery object found, Warfarin Blood test, got wet in the rain, Internet problems and fell asleep so easily!

Tuesday 2nd April 2019

Irish: Dé Máirt 2 Aibreán 2019

23:55hrs. Woke and remembering straight away about the doctor’s appointment at… wait for it… 0715hrs this morning! (The note I’d scribbled and left on the computer screen to remind me helped! Hehe!)

I scrambled out of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner, in need of the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket. A new brand of wee-wee this morning. ESBOWW (Extremely-Short-Blast-Of-Wee-Wee) one.

Got the Health Checks done, again the sphygmomanometer operated first try. Glad to see that the Pulse had gone down at last.

I imbibed the medications, and as I was putting the kettle on, the regular summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. On my way to the wet room, it dawned on me how easily I had got out of there liner and walked about? Never the same any two consecutive mornings.

The evacuation went well and was not too messy. Some more blood from the rear end, but far less than yesterday. I’ve put this on the pad to tell the nurse about later.

Checking out the pins (legs) I was well-pleased with how they looked, approaching normal almost? I thought that maybe yesterday’s hobble had helped in this at first. But, the history of these pins has always been so changeable. So I’m not sure.

Cleaned up and finished making the tea, and on the computer to try an catch up as fast as I can, or I may end up being late for the Warfarin blood test? These plans were not helped by Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet when it went down… Again! Swine!

I pressed on when it returned and got the Monday post finished. I needed three ESBOWWs while doing the update. (I hope things don’t catch me out on the walk to the surgery!)

I made another mug of tea, and that annoying noise was around again. More of a tap-tapping noise but distant.

I had a look and listened outside, but heard and saw no possible cause of it.

Yesterday I mentioned this to some tenants, and two of them said they can hear them, too!

I’ll have to get the ablutions started soon.

As I was putting back some things I’d washed up, another mystery presented itself!

I found this plastic whatever it is on the window ledge? I honestly can’t remember seeing it before, and have not the foggiest idea what it is?

Lifes sleight-of-hand, chicanery, trickery, skulduggery, dissimulation, Accifauxpas, nasty surprises, Whoopsiedangleplops, unfathomability and mystery seems to cling to me nowadays! Just something I’ve noticed. Hehe!

05:20hrs, I got on with the ablutions. A stand-up style of course, too early to use the noisy shower yet, I’m afraid. I was a smidge surprised, that when I managed to cut myself under the chin in several places with the razor, no sooner had a washed the blood off and splashed some of the ‘Brute’ aftershave on it and winced a bit – they all stopped leaking, almost instantly? Yet another example of 72, Woodthorpe Court mysteriousness to ponder over! I’m glad that the previous tenant, Mary, got out before the aliens, ghosts, Bol Weevils, spirits, and Cursed Bad Luck dawned on the apartment. Come think of it though, it was probably me they wanted to punish, not the flat. Hehe!

Got the Anticoagulation Deep Vein Thrombosis card filled in and put it in the jacket pocket. Nibbles for the staff in the bag, and set off out to walk to the Sherrington Park.

As I ambled along Chestnut Grove in the semi-light, the sky was again blue. I took two shots on the way. The first one being of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, with its number 72 flat being afflicted, plagued, tormented, hoodooed by cunning ghostly aliens. Presumably having arrived from somewhere between the Twilight Zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the spacetime continuum, issuing forth illusion, delusion, & hallucinations, on a daily basis! I know this, those lucky ones that are unaffected will not comprehend my misfortune! Oh, I drifted off the plot there for a moment, sorry! The second picture has the nearly finished Extra Care Winwood Court and the Winchester Court displayed.

A few spots of rain in the air, but it was not cold at all out there. I walked along, feeling a lot better than I have for a long time.

Not many folks about yet, well not on foot, a bit traffic though.

The mind went on one of its deep meandering sessions as I walk on without any bother down Winchester Street onto  Mansfield Road, turned left and before I knew it, I’d gone up the hill and down finding myself in Carrington. I’d timed it to perfection. Got in an logged on at reception, and found myself telling the receptionist all about my recent problems. Well, it gave her a laugh if nowt else.

Nurse Nichole came out to collect me. I told her about the problems too. I mentioned the lotions that Tim Price told me about, she said for me to tell the Doctor before I bought any to make sure they would not clash with all the other medications I am on. She took the blood and went through the DVT card with me. She also explained, that the diabetic socks, when I get them, should be replaced every six weeks, I have to request replacements. I informed her of my problem in getting them washed every day, Nichole told me to wear them for two days. We managed a smile and laugh, I thanked her, handed over some nibbles, and departed, noticing through her window, that the rain was now a bit havier outside.

When I got out, the umbrella was utilised.

The walk back into Sherwood was not so pleasant. The feet started to sting a bit and Back Pain Brenda kicked off. Hey-ho!

As I git back into Carrington, I thought I’d get some bread from the Continental Store. Their sourdough sliced bread is good and tasty. I should have gone up the hill to the Post Office shop and got some my favourite large sliced Polish Sourdough, but the rain put me off the extra walking to get there. I bought some bits, including a beef tomato to have with the sarnies later.

I plodded dwon to Winchester Street, aware that the walk up the hill, was going to take alot more effort and pain that the walk down it earlier.

The rain was much lighter now.

A lorry was parked on the corner of a side street, and the motorists were getting a little annoyed at it, indeed

As I took the last of the photographs of the scenario, somehow or other the Volvo managed not to hit the grey car pulling out blind into the traffic. If they had clouted each other, I could have sent the picture to the Nottingham Post and been famous? Haha!

Making my way slowly up the hill, I came across a piece of Nottinghamian Street Art in the gutter. Tsk!

Further up the incline, I came across a bit of Nottingham Nature. Natural, from wild flowers and weeds in the hedging near the fencing.

Something about this warmed my heart. No idea what it was called or anything about it, I just had to admire how the plants force their way through.

I was struggling a bit now with the feet and back. I was so glad I had not gone to the top shop now.

At the 40 bus stop on Winchester Street Hill, I cmae across some more Nottinghamian Street Art in the shelter. I suppose that this spot is vandalised so much because there are no CCTV cameras nearby, at it is a relatively unsused spot without any local population about?

The last leg up to the flats took a lot of effort to get to. After the terrain got flatter, I felt easier, and walked along Chestnut Way, stopping at Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana’s window, where she was working and exchanged a few words and cheered each other up methinks. 

As I plodded on, the rain lightened even further, but the lads were still working in it.

I reckon they were in ‘Let’s watch the Tarmac cool down’ mode. Hahaha!

I had take few minute respite at this stage, as the Kidney Kevin’s aching began to give me some grief. No idea why, its not usually so sudden in coming on. Still, all was well and al lot easier shortly. I moved on and got in the flat.  I dropped the bag and hastened straight to the wet room. Ah, that might be thereason for Kevin Kidney’s intervention!

I put the bread and bits away, got the kettle on, and thought I heard some shouting from outide. I went on the balcony and cut my hand trying to open the spring cli to have a nosey.

I didn’t owt that could been the cause for the shouting.

Made the brew and got on the computer to update this post.

After an hour or two, I thought about some food intake.

I ate it all up. A flavour rating of 8/10 given.

I took the medications, and put a Doctor Who DVD on the box.

Zzz!

 

 

Inchcock Today – Mon 1st April 2019: Out and about, photographing, chinwagging – Great Day!

Monday 1st April 2019

Italian: Lunedì 1 Aprile 2019

01:25hrs. I woke, reluctantly, and resisted any encouragement of movement or brain activity as long as I could. The main expergefactor was the need for a wee-wee; that forced me to move my oleogustus body out of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner and the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). A rather pathetic UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee) followed. After making an effort to get to this bucket, this was most disappointing! Hehe!

I was well drained and still tired, as I responded to my stubbing my toe on the way to the kitchen, with a few silently mouthed well-chosen unchristian-like words.

Got the Health Checks sorted out first thing.

The hemadynamometer operated at the first try. Sys is still low, and the only thing that concerned me a tad was the pulse: Like yesterday, it was showing 103? I’ll look this up I think, hang on, please… Oh, seems to be okay according to what I could find out on Google, high-end but alright. Then why was it for two days earlier on 69? All the ailments must affect it in some way? Tsk! Made a brew and got the computer going to update the sad Sunday post.

The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived and diverted my attention, off to the wet room and the Throne. The evacuation was easier than of late, but still messy and a lot of deep-rich-red-blood came from within. It didn’t appear to be from Harold’s Haemorrhoids this time, well, not the external ones anyway. No pains or aches from the rear-end area were there?

I checked the pins out when I put on some fresh PPs. The knees seemed okay. I can see still a face in the knee on the right. Can you see it?

But the shins and ankles were not very good.

Around the ankles were getting to look a bit overactive with the blood papsules, blotches, spots, and swelling, spoiling my youthful appearance. Hehehe! The left foot and lower leg was still more fluid-filled or swollen than the right one again, but, the bent toe seems to have righted itself somehow or other?

I’ll be glad when the socks and glide arrive. It’s only been about three weeks though since they ordered them for me. So I mustn’t complain. I was surprised initially that they didn’t prescribe some cream of some sort. But, of course, after the nurses told me that with the nerve-end problem, there is nothing, no treatment that will help, I accepted things how they are. At least they have tried to make things easier for me to change the socks, well, of course, I haven’t got the equipment or unique specialist thin, comfortable hosiery yet, to find out if it will work or not. I’ll be miffed if I snuff-it before it arrives! Hahaha!

As I finished off, I needed another wee-wee. Definitely an upgraded status one this time, an SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like-Wee-wee) style one.

Back on the computer and got the Sunday blog updated and sent off.

Around 04:00hrs, I heard some odd noises again coming from I know not where, I thought they were from somewhere well above me at first, but at times they seemed to be coming from elsewhere. Very peculiar. Hard to define what was making the sounds. Moving furniture perhaps, with the odd rattling sound in between? I rather hope its not the concrete crumbling, Hehe!

Then it sounded like it was at the front of the building? I looked out of the unwanted, light & view blocking kitchen window and tried to have a look to see if I could find the cause.

Of course, looking straight down from the unwanted new windows to see anything, over the dirty great window ledges, fitted, would mean using the step ladders, I was not prepared to use them at the moment, I’ve tumbled off of them a few too many times. Did I imagine this noise or what? Am I going potty?  No, I just this second heard a dull thud sound, followed by a whooshing noise, then nothing? Ah, it’ll be the Aliens sending in reinforcements or a replacement army of Weevils, perhaps? Hahaha!

Had another wee-wee, still an SPSHPLWW version, and finally, I made a start on this post.

Another SPSHPLWW, then another Porcelain Throne visit. Messy, but no bleeding this time.

Virgin Internet down again!

As I went off to get the ablutions done, the lower legs felt just like there had worms wriggling about inside! The scrubbing-up went well, got the attire adorned, and dropped some black bags in the chute on the way out, and a recycling bag at the caretaker’s door.

Hobbled along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

The aroma of burnt toast greeted me, much to the amusement of all the tenants in there. We all agreed, it made us feel hungry! Hehehe! Several mini-chinwags, mostly of a complaining and moaning mode.

As I departed to join the others at the bus stop, I couldn’t help but think that the assembled ‘huddle of residents’ that might have been holding a prayer meeting? Hehehe! Either that or they were brewing up some dastardly plan. But most likely they were examing and criticising Roy’s new deadly to the ankle and knees of others, four-wheeled shopping trolly. Haha!

I had a nice nattering and stirring things-up session, en route to town on the bus with Mary and Kath. Off the bus, farewelled to the gals, and went into the Wilko store. Where I spent too much on things, I did not really need and came out with: Wilko Liquid Soapflakes (Needed). I couldn’t find any Magnesium tablets. And several bags of sweets. Guilt Mode Adopted! Tsk!

Next, I called in the Poundland Shop. This visit ensured the shopping bag was well-filled when I left. Guilt Mode moved to Defcon Three!

Chocolate nougat, jelly buttons, liquorice comfits, Mini-pork pies, chocolate peanuts, Strawberry trifle pots, egg & bacon ready-made sarnies… there was no limit to my greed and shame! As I left the store, I could hear some absolutely horrendous wailing of someone singing and trying to play the guitar, seemed they were using a microphone that distorted the chronic singing voice, not that it mattered, but it was just too loud!

As I walked along Upper Parliament Street, at the traffic light junction with Milton Street, I was alarmed at seeing people crossing the road against the red don’t walk lights.

Particularly the woman with the red hair and dress, shoving her baby nonchalantly across, and the chap on sticks (who would have difficulty avoiding any car coming at him). But this is always happening on these and other crossings. The three deaths and nineteen injury accidents suffered there in 2018, did not seem to bother them at all.

I came across the source of the terrible wailing as I turned into Clumber Street. I took a photo of the guilty earsplitting, bedizened, perpetrator, a street performer who looked like a cross between Worsel Gummage and the Wurzel bloke with a beard! I put this picture more prominent, so it would show the real highlight: The young girl, fresh from Primark shopping with her bag, and that absolutely fantastic expression on her face as she looked with amazement at the weird and in disguise for some reason, imitation street musician. Priceless!

I limped through to the end of Clumber Street and took a shot with a difference on the corner, (showing the street sign of Clumber Street) and the back of the Council House.

I had a walk through the Exchange shopping arcade inside. Sparse of customers it was as well!

Where I found one of the many empty units had been reoccupied, as a Barbers Shop. I looked for any signs of a price list, but couldn’t see any. Be it is costly – if you have to ask the price, you can’t afford it! Hehe!

I stopped on Long Row, to watch the police struggling to remove a shoplifter from a nearby store. She just didn’t want to get into the car! I decided against taking any pictures.

I wandered into the slab square. Where I did a spot of memory-recalling, of what it used to look like, and some of the things I got up to back then and the people I did it with. It didn’t do my confidence any good, though.

So I turned my attention to taking some photographicalisation.

I went to Long Row and positioned myself to take a closer shot, and some pigeons caught my limited attention.

Then the mind went off on a tangent again. How do these birds survive? It is not allowed to feed them. So, how do they live on the crumbs dropped by the take-away-food drunks? Mind you, there are plenty about.

I then pondered on the Brexit farce for a while. But that soon gave me a headache with the frustrations.

I took a picture of Long Row. And that set off the memory-recalling again. Sad innit?

Griffin & Spalding, now replaced with a Debenhams that is on the verge of closing down. The Arnold buses, the number 40 and 41 trolleybuses that used to have stops along Long Row. The Lyons Corner Cafe, the Alleyway with the record shop, the time I had pigeon poo dropped on both shoulders within second of each splat… on my new Teddy Boy coat as well! Eventually, I pulled myself away from the pointless, often painful reminiscing.

As I made my way up Queen Street to get to the bus stop and home, a rare, almost strange sight was beheld. Two imitation police officers out and about! I should think that between them they might have weighed about 12 stone. But size isn’t everything… as many a gal has told me over the years! Hehe!

I met with Kath, and we limped up together to the stop. Nattering as we do, you know. Mary got on at the first stop, and chinwagging flowed en route back to the flats.

On Chestnut (Don’t-get-knocked-over) Way, I took this shot of Mary and Kath, before Kath nipped over the road to her flat in Winchester Court, as we said our farewells.

Mary had bought herself a new four-wheeled ankle and shin destroying shopping trolley. Exactly like the one that Roy had bought.

It looked like the Winwood Court was getting close to completion now. It will be very lonely and quiete when they finish. Mind you, we will still have the Fire Alarm Sprinklers and new communications to be installed.

As Mary and I walked along to Woodthorpe Court, the tarmac was being put on near what will eventually be the bus turnaround island.

We eventually got to our block of flats, and I got out of the elevator, wishing Mary all the best, as she went up to her 15th floor flat. She will be moving soon, to an apartment in the Sneinton Dale complex.

In the flat, the usual fatigue overcame me.

I took the medications, noon and evening.

I was not up to doing any updating of this diary. I got the nosh prepared, an easy task. Ready-made egg sarnies (Very nice!), potato hash balls, Sicilian tomatoes, Marmite cheese buttons and a couple of mini-pork pies, and consumed it all! Followed by a strawberry trifle.

No opportunity to do anything else, too tired. I put on the Doctor Who DVD and was soon in the land of Nod. Zzzz!

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