Inchcock Today – Sun 23 June 2019: A fiddly, messy, irritating Sunday. Ah-well!

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2019 June 22

Sunday 23rd June 2019

Estonian: Pühapäev, 23 Juni 2019

03:55hrs: The dreams I had been suffering nocturnally, varied, but all had a connection to failure and pain. (Nothing surprising there, then! Hehe!) I’d not made any notes but could recall a few bits of them. The first, I think, had me up on a church roof, trying to paint a flèche, in the pouring rain and high winds. As was expected, even in the dream, I fell off the ladder… and found myself in a cave underground, with a long queue of people in line, to be beheaded? Dalek type beings approached me and bemoaned my late arrival, it seems I was the executioner? In another nightmare, I was yet again being chased through corridors of a fire damaged or bombed office block, being pursued by a gang of yobboes, one of the lads from my last being mugged episode was in there somewhere. I ended up jumping off of the roof, and landed safely in my old brown coloured Robin Reliant, and started to worry about not being able to fit my three-wheeled walker in the car, along with utter confusion as to how I been doing it earlier?

I soon gave up on trying to gaining anything worthwhile from the memories, and removed my body from the cobbled together, c1968, sometimes working, second-hand, tatty, crude, grotty-tatty beige coloured, £300, recliner. Gained my balance, and with the stubbed toe being much less painful, I made my way to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. I was unaware of it until I got in there, but I had gone without the stick! Such was the unnatural lack of pain in walking. I prayed that the leg would not start its dancing routine off. Which, fortunately, it didn’t! (About time too, after yesterday’s series of Accifauxpas and Whoopsiednagleplops!)

I was very careful not to stub 7Sun03the toe. The session went well, not too messy, no bleeding, no accifauxpas, and not as painful as they have been recently. I still resisted getting any hopes up, that things might be going right for once! But it was almost a pleasant experience for me. Haha!

A rinse, and off to the junk-room and kitchen, to take the medications and tend to the health checks. A 7Sun10little apprehensive about the weight, after last nights naughty orgy on the nibbles.

WD 0.15.80 So, off to the Steptoe & Son-like junk-scrap, rubbish room, and got onto the scales. Oh, dearie me! I seem to have gained a pound or two. Humph! After a few minutes of introversion, brooding, soul-searching, and introspection, full of catagelophobia, I dragged myself to the front utility room (bedroom, office, computer, sock-glide, finger-grazing and bruising balcony door openings, landline phone, TV and reading room, etc.) and gathered the walking stick, then to the kitchen.

The view from the unwanted, uncleanable7Sun01, anti-photographer, light & view blocking, wind letting in, can’t see anything below from, new windows, was bonny, despite the lack of any sunshine yet. This picture made me feel somewhat inadequate and negative for a while. The realisation that I can no longer take a walk through the beloved Tree Copse hit me. I considered trying to take a hobble up the hill through the copse later, but the risks were too 7Sun02significant to risk. This saddened me!

I got some sliced mushrooms in the crock-pot. Hopefully, they will be cooked in time. This expensive cooker is nowhere near as good as the old one that blew up on me. Still, it hasn’t exploded on me yet. Haha! 

I had to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) twice within a few 7Sun11minutes. They were both of the SSBSWW (Short-Sharp-But-Sprinkly-Wee-wee) type.

The health check results were all fine this morning: Sys 126, Dia 61, Pulse 72, and the temperature was 35.1°c, no problems there!

I made a brew and took it with me to the wet room to do the ablutionalisationing.

7Sun15WD 0.15.80 Spotting a couple of EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) near the shower-drain, I utilised some killer-spray. I was not sparing with it, either!

WD 0.15.80 Cleaning the teeth, and the gums bled! That needed a lot of rinsing before they stopped.

7Sun11aWD 0.15.80 It was apparent to me that the INR Warfarin level must still be on the high side. I had the slightest of nanoscopic, hardly noticeable, tiny, little, cuts under the chin, and that bled excessively too! Why all this bleeding so profusely? The INR level?

I may take just a half of a Warfarin tablet in tonight‘s dosages. 

7Sun07The right hallux (big toe) was in far the best shape it’s been in for months now. Which is typical, just five days away from the appointment to have it looked at and the toes cut. Like the leg-ulcer, it took me eight weeks to get that seen to, and it had all but cleared up on its own by the time I got the appointment. Huh!

I got dressed and called at Josie’s flat to make sure she still wanted her fish meal at 13:00hrs, but there was no reply.

Back to the apartment, and filled the remaining space in the recycling box, and made up two black bags for the waste. As I left to take the black bags to the chute, I pressed Josie’s bells again, still no answer. She is probably in the shower or asleep, perhaps, but not knowing is worrying. I nearly went over as I opened the very stiff-opening door to the chute room, and realised I had not taken the stick with me. Tsk! Klutz! 

Back in the flat and collected the box of recycling material, grabbed the walking stick, and made my way down to the foyer. Where I enjoyed a natter and a laugh with May. We were joined by Shirley and left the tow of them chatting and went out to the caretaker’s door with the box, and returned. Back up to the flat, and rang Josie’s bells again that sounded wrong, Haha!) – Nope, no answer?

I eventually made a draft and got on with this, Sunday’s Inchcock Today.

Sister Jane rang, bad line, so I’m not certain about what was said. I called at Josie’s again while Jane was on the line, without any luck. Tsk!

On to the TFZer Facebooking next.

WD 0.15.80 I tried again to catch Josie, and she answered the door this time. But she’d had a funny turn, the room spinning. She does not want any dinner. (Naturally) She just wanted to sit quietly. I was just glad to see her okay, although poorly. I said I’d leave my door opposite hers open, and anything I could do, please walk in and shout or ring the bells, and don’t hesitate, please.

With mixed feelings, I returned to the flat. I did some more TFZerisationing. In between checking on the potato in the oven, initially to have been for Josie, 7Sun38but now I’ll have it. I was going to have my meal during the England ladies match on TV.

WD 0.15.80 But had it earlier than planned. The potatoes needed some black spots removing when they were halved and the flesh mixed up severely with some grated Leicester cheese, in the basin, with gusto for ages. Added a little Lurpak butter and sea salt. The filled husks put back in the oven for about an hour or so, to brown 2019 Mar 2them off.

I added a sourdough baguette for the last ten minutes. Got the plate served up, with lettuce, sliced mushrooms, gherkins, and tomatoes. The Limoncello dessert, I didn’t eat, I forgot about it and did not risk eating it when it had turned so warm, I dished it in the bin.

But, a worthy nosh flavour rating of 7.8/10 was given.7Sun35a Got the pots washed.

WD 0.15.80 The England match against Cameroon was watched, and although I am so pleased they won the game, it was a disgrace and blight, with FIFA to blame, VAR, the Referee, and he Cameroon players for the Farce!

Dizzy Dennis forced me to get in and stay in the second-hand recliner. All my already limited oomph was lost.

Inchcock Today – Sun 26 May 2019: Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplops ruled, today. Precious little sleep, too, Humph!

May 26

2019 May 24

Sunday 26th May 2019

Ukranian: Неділя 26 травня 2019 року

WD 0.0.50 W Got to sleep around 03:00hrs I woke in need of a wee-wee at 05:35hrs. My EQ told me this was going to be a stinker-of-a-day. A fraught, exigent sort of Sunday, lonely as well. (It was right too!)

I extracted my bulbous body from the rickety, ci 1968, gungy-beige, second-hand, £300 recliner, caught my balance, but still took the stick with me, and visited the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). I was gobsmacked at how full the bucket was. I knew that the hours spent trying my best to get to sleep, were wee-wee ridden, but the amount passed surprised me. I think I managed around three hours maximum. Getting fed up of this, especially as sleep was never a problem before the stroke. Hey-ho, mustn’t complain, I’m still here, pale and white, struggling, but alive. I must remember this!

I went to empty and resanitise the EGPWWB. The colouring was a darkish brown. As was expected, Sophia and Caroline had warned to expect this with taking the Nitrofurantoin antibiotic. The hands and finger had joined the right leg in dancing about every time any contact is made. The fingers and hand with a mug of tea and the foot contacting the floor seem to be very popular with the Axonotmesis at the moment. Hehehe! 

7Sun01WD 0.0.50 W I had a go at the sock-glide, but I might have been a little overconfident this time, as you can see in the photograph. The shakes came at the wrong time for me (Not that there is a right time, snigger!) Just as I was inserting the foot into the sock. 

Hey-ho! 

I can testify to the good quality metal used in 7Sun16the frame of the sock-glide. Haha!

The picture is a little blurred, as the hands were also shaking a bit, but they all calmed down shortly. I even managed one of the Hokey-Pokey dance routines again.

Off to the kitchen, and was greeted by blasting wind coming through the windows. Mind you, 7Sun02it was blowing a good bit out there Brr!

On closer inspection, it turned out that I had not pressed hard enough last night when shutting the window on the left.

Hence the wind was blowing in.

So, I managed to get it appropriately closed, after a few tries. That’s some else since the 7Sun11astroke, I can’t believe how weak I am now.

I tended to the health checks, took the medications, and made a brew of Strong English Breakfast tea in the China mug.

WD 0.0.50 W I got on the computer and realised how late it was. I don’t like this getting up late. It was already hours passed my usual blog posting time, and I had not even started to update it yet! Sour, bitter, and Fed-up Modes all Adopted!

I had a comment on WordPress, answered it, and went on the Reader Section. By the time I had done this, the EGPWWB was already refilled to a third of its capacity. All of the wee-wees were of the UWTWW Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee class, up to now. But, they seemed to be getting more frequent, so the antibiotics had worked. Another cleansing of the bucket. More disinfectant added and back in place near the computer chair.

The shakes had tryingly returned, and so much time was lost, with errors being made and having to be corrected. I bet I’ve missed no-end of them. Oy Vey! 

7Sun15WD 0.0.50 W Back to the kitchen to take the midday meds: I was most annoyed but unsurprised, almost nonchalant to find that I had left the hot water tap running. To make thing worse, I emptied the bowl, and sod-me, I did it again! Luckily, I noticed before the almost tepid water overflowed this time. I didn’t get annoyed with myself at all this time. For the earlier warnings from the EQ, had prepared me well. But if anything else goes wrong, things might be different. Semi-Smug-Mode-Harnessed! Hahaha!

WD 0.0.50 W I realised that I had not put the Ankle-Support-Strapping on, as the foot went over when I was still in the kitchen, lucky any damage was limited by my having the walking stick in my hand at the time. The reason for this being; The toes and feet, still in need of the Chiropodists attention, at least to have the toe-nails cut, are no just too painful if I put on the strapping. And, I have another week and a day, before I can get to see anyone. The situation is not good! For certain, walking is more painful, but perhaps less so than with the Ankle-Support on. But the risk of a broken bone is so much higher now. I  can’t win, can I? Peed-Off-Mode now adopted. Humph!

A few more UWTWWs were taken, and the bucket is now about just over half-way filled, so I once again sterilised and freshened it, took the EGPWWB back to the computer chair.

7Sun18The rain came down, and it took my spirits with it a little.

Finally, at last, around lunchtime, I got around to starting today’s blog going. The shakes were still flamboyant in the fingers and hands, but as I was sitting most of the time, apart from the occasional visit to the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket, this was to be anticipated.

I did so far and then went on CorelDraw to create some funny political graphics and a couple of Inchcock Thoughts funnies for the drafts.

Got the fodder on. Black bean sauce with chicken pieces, tomatoes, spirit vinegar, and mushroom slices. Ate it all this time. (Not all the milk-bread of course).

7Sun20

Got the washing-up done7Sun19. And watched the rain falling for a while.

I got in the second-hand rickety recliner, and pulled the bobble hat down over my eyes, convinced I would surely be able to nod off this time, I felt so weary mentally.

An hour or so later, I nodded off. And had a repeat dream, I think. The night before, I dreamed of working at Scan Security and being sent to Netherfield in a  hurry.

WD 0.0.50 W This time tonight, I woke in a panic, thinking I was late for getting to the site… It took a moment or two for me to realise it was not twenty-odd years ago, nor real. Most uncomfortable making! I battled to get back to sleep, fighting the pain from the cramps, so it took me a while to drop-off again.

WD 0.0.50 W The landline phone rang, waking me up. I made my way painfully to answer it. An Asian sounding voice waffled on, but I could not understand a word he was saying without the hearing aids being available. Over the next hour and a half, he rang at least ten more times, but I ignored them all. On the next ring, I shouted down the line “What?” The same voice spoke, and I could make-out ‘food delivery’… I told him this is the wrong number, and he keeps waking me up! I slammed down the phone. Tired, weary and now annoyed as well! By now; 22:20hrs, any more sleep was out of the question.

So I got up, had a UWTWW, and got on the computer to update this diary.

WD 0.0.50 W The landline rang out again – it was as she said; A forwarded text message. I rang-off, an unhappy Inchcock!

7Sun22I went to make a brew and took a photograph of the night scene from the unwanted, new, light & view blocking, multi-window panes that need cleaning, and I can’t reach to clean them, windows; That will require the use of the stepladder to take pictures of, or see anything down on Chestnut Walk. Such as ambulances, paramedics, fire engines, Police Cars or muggers.

Then, a summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Crikey it was a hard, solid, and most painful, longest evacuation I’ve suffered for ages!  I took an extra Senna when I eventually got myself sorted out. Still, there was no bleeding, surprisingly.

Worra lonely, frustrating and nervewracking day! Humph!

TTFN, taketh care all.

 

Inchcock Today – Fri 24 May: Busy long day, so a long diary I’m afraid. A tectonic day, and a sleepless night! Humph!

May 23

2019 May 23

Friday 24th May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 24 Mai 2019

03:00hrs. Oh, what a great nights sleep! I woke up, feeling better than I have done in ages. Six hours deep restful slumber, most appreciated. Thanks to Caroline ♥, for her tips on getting to sleep. Although at the time she was telling me, I was somewhat half-not-with-it, she left some printed A4 tips, which I read and used last night. Zzzz… Great, bless yers!

I was in need of a none-urgent (I thought) wee-wee. So I mangled my way out of the £300 second-hand, grotty-pot-marked, c1968, rickety recliner and stood to gain me balance for a moment.

WD0.0.128 There were no signs of any nocturnal nibbling or nighttime wanderings. But I must have been doing some moving about, for there were tablets, a tube of pain-gel, a pen and a part-filled bottle on spring water laying on the carpet near to the Ottoman? Perhaps I yawned or something and knocked them off? They were not knocked very far, they lie close to the box… (Please note the increase in my analysationistical and investigative capabilities this morning, Hehehe!)

WD0.0.128 I grabbed the walking stick and went to the kitchen. On entering through the door, my heart fluttered and a feeling of ‘Oh, not again’, rang in my head, as I thought I could hear the tap running! And this without any hearing aids in! (All broke awaiting repair, which is not for two weeks yet, and then a five-week wait for the new inserts to be made, Humph!) I nearly slipped into ‘Moaning Mood Status’ then! However, contrariwise, the hot or cold taps were not running. Phew! But what or where the noise was coming from, I’ve no idea, but it stopped a minute or so later? Another flat 72 Mystery!

WD0.0.128 A good one this was! I’d got the kettle on for the tea, and as I was washing the mug from last night, the right leg devilishly went into dance-(shaking)-mode. The foot was coming up a good few inches, twisting and slamming down again. If a CCTV camera had been fitted in the kitchen, I imagine it would have looked like a cross between a pregnant overweight baby elephant with three legs trying to dance the hokey pokey, or some poor devil suffering from Sydenham’s chorea (St Vitus). But it only lasted for an entertaining minute or two. I grabbed the counter and let it have its way. Not that I could have stopped it anyway. This reminded me of a week or so ago when this happened. I was at the bus stop on Winchester Street, waiting for the 40 bus. About five other passengers were waiting, who were all taken like I was, by surprise by my sudden impulsive jerking about. When the bus arrived, and we all got on, the other folk all sat as far away from me as they could. The situation was made worse, by my stuttering as I tried to explain why I was seemingly dancing. Tsk!

All calmed down again, and I made the brew, took the medications, including the last of the Nitrofurantoin antibiotic tablets, and did the health checks. Sys 175, Dia 71, Pulse 98, and temperature 35.2°c. With no Carer any more, I can now have a shower at 0700hrs (Okayed by the Tiller Girl and Nottingham City Homes Patch Manager, Angela!), when I do the ablutions later. I’ll struggle with the fresh socks-glide and Ankle-Support-Strapping after the ablutions are finished and done.

WD0.0.128 Off to the wet room in response to the need for the Porcelain Throne. This was the third movement in over a week now, and a right painful one too! A solid torpedo that amazed me at how it came out at all! This time the blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids was only slight, that was a good thing! I am still taking the Senna, though. At least things are coming at last, but I couldn’t half do with things softening a bit. Haha! No idea why I laughed there?

WD0.0.128 5Fri001The morning’s picture of the pins left me a tad concerned. The pale white, cadaverous, almost hoariness of the skin was more acute than ever.

I found the pitiful paleness, ominous… no, that’s not the wording, erm, ill-boding, or baneful perhaps. Certainly not precisely over-hopeful for how things are going. Ah-well, c’est la vie. I think Hehe!

5Fri002WD0.0.128 Later, when I put the photos from the card to the computer, I found this picture that had been taken? Another Inchcock’s Flat 72 Mystery!

Finally, I got on with completing the Thursday post. I was in a better frame of mind yesterday, as I am today too, so doing up the draft was a pleasant job this morning. I got it done relatively fast also.

WD0.0.128 Until the fingers started wobbling, and that slowed me down somewhat. Made a brew (I’ll get one drank, I hope. Haha!) I took a shot of the distant cloudiness that was hiding a lot of the distant view. The shadow in the foreground is from my (Despite all the mess we’ve had for two years of upgrading), beloved Woodthorpe Court.

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I created a page Brexit Humour graphic for top for the Inchcock Today, then I made a start on this post next.

WD0.0.128 Typing was still tricky, as the fingers insisted in acting like they getting an electric-shock each time the ends touched the keyboard. Yet any sensation of making contact was absent? Humph!

5Fri003aWD0.0.128 I went again to the kitchen, determined to make a brew and get it imbibed this time. Talking of time, I feel the need to add some advice for other Warfarin users;

  • Do not take things for granted when washing your tea mug. There may be a pair of scissors in the washing up bowl that you were soaking. The pointy ends of the scissors have a habit of sticking down your fingernails and drawing blood, not good if you are on Warfarin. So try to avoid this scenario, please.

I gave up with making the tea. As it was 0700hrs now, and I opted to get the ablutions sorted, then tackle the sock-glide and the titanic painful struggle to get the Ankle-support strapping on.

5Fri006Got some shirts and socks in soak for a hand-washing.

Back in a bit, I hope! Hahaha!

The shave and teggie-cleaning were bloodless. (Haha! Smug-Mode-Adopted!) A mid-shave wee-wee proved to be of the SHSNCWW (Short-Hosepipe-Splashing-No-Sensation-Wee-wee)  variety. A rarity!

WD0.0.128 The shower was enjoyed. Getting dressed was alright, and no problem until I went to fetch the Sock-Glide from the spare room, and stubbed my toes on the four-wheeled-trolley! A couple of silent unmild-oaths were uttered. But getting the long 5Fri007bbamboo sock on went well.

I went to the kitchen and titivated the clothes I’d left soaking and drying from the had-wash.

I got the two drying/airing devises out, after wringing out the togs as best I could. It’s incredible how much strength I’ve lost since the stroke.

5Fri007It’s going to take ages for them to get dry, but never-mind, at least I’m still here to make a mess of it. Haha!

One, the flat one in the kitchen with bowls and paper towels underneath to catch the dripping water. Sad innit?

The stand-up machine in the hallway with the damp extra large shirt and the socks on it. 5Fri007aThen, having avoided the task for a while, I tackled the dreaded job of getting the Ankle-Support put on.

But it was no bother or hassle, whatsoever, a piece of cake, simplicity itself, cushty, couldn’t have been easier…. all right then… that might not have strictly been absolutely correct as descriptions go…

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This picture of the Ankle-Support-Strapping on my foot does look like it has been achieved successfully alright, and this may be the case indeed.

The fib is in my saying it was no bother. If I could bottle the pain and frustration I used-up in getting the thing on; We could then send it to Jean-Claude Juncker, to show him what pain and frustration really feel like! I would not charge a fee for supplying it!

Lucy from the stroke support team and Clinical Neurosis ladies are calling this morning. So I must catch up on this blog as much as possible, for it may be a long meeting with the neurosis ladies.

Lucy arrived, I had put down the appointment wrongly on the Calendar. Hard to believe I know! Haha! It was just Lucy. Cognitive tests, Memory Tests, Blood taking, and Physio tests all done over the next two days… Well, it felt like it! A nice lady, patient with my waffling and going off track, too! She may see me in a year she said when sadly departing.

11:25hrs. I got ready the three-wheeled-trolley- guide and had a limp down to the shops.

The weather was perfect for a little hobble-out. The three-wheeled trolley has still not been mastered going downhill, though. Hehe!

5Fri09WD0.0.128 On the walk down Chestnut Way, the place looked busy today, contractors mostly. I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and 5Fri10residents shed, but nobody was in, so I continued to the end of Chestnut Way and turned to take a shot of Winchester Court and the vehicular obstructions.

Going down Winchester Street, I should have known the name of these wildflowers, after Caroline told me them the other day, but I can’t recall it. Humph! But to me, they are beautiful!

5Fri11Down in Sherwood, I bought the groceries and the right-size this time, sink plug.

The Big Issue sellers spot had the daughter in the spot today. She only has two mobiles compared to her Mother’s four.

I went to the Ozan food centre. I had a heck of a job getting around with the three-wheeled trolley, up the steps and getting in peoples way. 5Fri015Huh!

I came out with cucumber, two tomatoes, a potato (For Josie and my nosh tomorrow), and a packet of some chicken cooked skinless sausages, with lots of ingredients, but they taste awfully delicious.

Then I hobbled up to the Co-op store. Again, just like last Friday, the shelves looked bare. 5Fri016Well, the fresh food one did.

I spent a lot in there. Baguettes, mini-tomatoes, salad tray and some smoked mackerel, to go with the Cheesy-potatoes on Saturdays shared fodder with Josie.

She says I am her weekend cook. Haha!

Out and across the road up into Aslam’s Post Office shop5Fri017.

Got disinfectant for the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket). Now the Nitrofurantoin antibiotics are finished, I expect that the frequent, everyone-different wee-wees will return. A bottle of spring water. 

WD0.0.128 And the most disappointing loaf of Polish Sourdough I’ve 5Fri018ever had! In fact, looking at the picture, I may well have bought the wrong bread altogether. It was dry and tasteless. Eurgh! Hey-ho!

Back across the road and into the Wilko store. Where I got an air-freshener, sink plug (the right size this time) and some more liquid soapflakes for the hand-washing. Paid up, and made my way up the hill to the Dentist to confirm the appointment for a check-up.

WD0.0.128 The feet and toes were getting painful, and I 5Fri12was limping badly now. I think that the earlier stubbing of the toes has caused a problem.

As I limped rather embarrassingly up Mansfield Road, just before Hood Street, I stopped to allow the foot and toe-pain to ease.

It took a good while to ease off. And for some reason, I was amused at some poor devil of the motorist who was struggling herself, to get out 5Fri013of Hood Street to turn right up Mansfield Road.

I almost gave a cheer of congratulation out loud, when after I don ‘t know how long, she eventually got out. I wondered how much petrol had been used up in that one manoeuvre? Ah, well! Just thought I’d mention it, after my taking the pictures.

I got to the dentist near the bus stop, and as luck would have it, Christine and her hubby were standing outside. I asked them to keep an eye on my trolley; then struggled up the steep step into the hallway then, to the reception. Apparently, they have sent me a letter telling me the appointment has to be changed as the technician (not Dentist?) was not available on that day. She gave me a new date, Tuesday 28th May 2019. I must remember to put this in the Google Calendar.

WD0.0.128 I added about the stroke and Warfarin, asking that he does not do any work that is not absolutely needed. She gave a head-moving smirk and said: “None of our technicians do that!” I replied: “You’re talking to someone who knows different. His skill in banging in his screwdriver to make a cavity is well known to those patients who have moved surgery after paying out!” I laughed. The look on her face – I should have shrivelled up and died, really! Hehehe! I departed and joined Christine and hubby. A natter of sorts was had. Getting on the bus, only one seat remained a side-saddle, which of course with the trolley, was fine.

Back up to the flats in the bus, a quick hello with some residents waiting to get on the vehicle, after I all but fell with the trolley getting off. Then limped, no, really limped, with Christine back to the flats.

5Fri014When I got inside, many letters had been delivered.

One from the dentists was telling me about the need to reset the appointment.

The INR Anticoagulation & Deep-Vein Thrombosis Clinic results and dosages for the week.

I needed to take a look at the pins and feet; they were giving me agony now.

I got the Ankle-Support-Strapping off and got some immediate pain relief from the feet and toes.

5Fri20WD0.0.128 Not a pretty sight. The area stubbed earlier had left some scratches/bruises. The wear-blotches were from the Ankle Support Strapping and shoes. The long overdue nail cutting was adding to the discomfort. The big toe is moving behind the next toe, worryingly like Sister Jane’s is doing, though nowhere near as advanced or corrupt yet. But she has her eye problem that has taken precedence now, bless her.

WD0.0.128 Called at Josie’s to see when she wanted her nosh tomorrow and if she like Smoked Mackerel, but no answer.

After a one-off LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee), I got the purchases away, and the nosh prepared.

I sorted the evening medications into a pot. Jane rang while I was sorting the tablets out. We had a good chinwag. Afterwards, I started the medication pots again, in case I got anything wrong with stopping half-way through.

Took the night medications, a little earlier than I should have, but at least I won’t forget to take them now.

5Fri019WD0.0.128 Got the fodder sorted and prepared. I didn’t eat all of it this time. Mainly because the Polish sourdough sliced bread was nothing like it usually tastes. It was bland and dry. Bit of a cock-up at the bakery, or is it me?

The chicken & vegetable flavour skinless sausages were sweet, though. Flavour Rating (Not counting the Sourdough bread) was 7/10 – Counting the bread: 2.5/10. Tsk!

Did the washing up, and settled into the c1968 rickety recliner. Eating and watching the TV at the same time now. I was tickled pink to see that an hour programme called ‘Dusty Springfield at the BBC’, was on BBC 4… but it didn’t start until 21:00hrs. Oh, dear! I dilly-dallied, equivocated and fence-straddled over whether to stay-up-to watch it. My vacillating is getting worse lately.

As it happened, there was no getting to sleep anyway. So I watched the programme. How disappointing it was, though. Cover songs and a few newer ones, but none of her good stuff at all! An old one of the Springfields doing a version of Wimoweh was interesting. A lot of time was spent about her work in the USA, and the sad Pet Shop Boys with Dusty. A duet with a young Tom Jones, in there. All crap!

Although I felt annoyed that I’d stayed up late (for me) to watch it, really I had no choice, because sleep was still not an option even after the programme had finished.

WD0.0.128 Plenty of repeated bouts of leg cramps, and a few SWWWs (Short-weak-wee-wees), ensured it was hours before I managed to nod off. The mind was doing its toying with me, fears, worries, past errors, even uncomfortable, thorny memories from my childhood joined it the stampede of uncherished thoughts from so many years ago; especially some wrong choices I have made. No chance of any kip, really.

I pondered on whether I should wear the Ankle-Support in the morning, then remembered it needed washing tonight. I’ll do it in the mornings along with a shirt and socks… anything but sleep!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 23rd May 2019: Yet another busy day for the doolally Nottingham Pensioner and Whoopsiedangleplopper, Hehe!

May 24

2019 May 21a

Thanks, Lynton mate, I love it!

Thursday 23rd May 2019

Zulu: NgoLwesine 23 Meyi 2019

02:50hrs. Well, flipping ‘eck, a good nights sleep had! Caroline’s advice tried, and it seemed to work brilliantly! Only interrupted twice for a wee-wee, and the last session last for about five hours, I reckon. Of glorious, unbroken bliss! Woke a lot more refreshed, but still, the heavy eye-lids from previous sleep deprivationing lingered. (Clever word, eh? I looked it up!)

A little mind-musing and wandering about nothing and everything, then I pulled together my thoughts and freed myself from the second-hand, £300, c1968, grotty-beige rickety recliner. Got my balance, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna both in a good mood; got the stick and wandered off for a wee-wee. Definite improvement with the infection now, a fair liquid this time, a blast experienced that lasted a decent while, and, with no pain or blood with it! Double-Smug-Mode engaged!

The legs amazed me. They are almost in the same condition as yesterday, and that hasn’t happened in months. Same colour (pale), knees not as warped, etc. No new papsules or bruised.  Although maybe the left leg has gained some fluid retention? Even the right ankle is not sticking out so far today. Most encouraging!

4Thu04

The morning medications were taken, and health checks are done. Sys a bit high at189. Ah, well, you can’t win em all!

Back to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne visit that came on a bit suddenly. The second session of the week. It was more a tad painful, but far more voluminous (is that the right word?) and a successful session this time. And, no bleeding either. Smug Mode Adopted!

It was then that I began to muse about all the medical appointments for the rest of the week and next week. They seem to get added to pretty regularly as well! Just look at them! Grumph! Still, it shows that someone is caring for me. Caroline – Sonia – Jemma – Muhsina – Angela – Josie – Jane – Stroke Kerry – Physio Charlene, etc. ♥ Contented-Smug-Mode-Adopted!

4Thu001

Please note: No Whoopsiedangleplops heretofore? Yee-Haa!

I got the Thursday… no, Wednesday blog updated and sent off.

Washed the mugs, made a brew, and put some shirts and socks in to soak – cleaned them and got them hanging to dry. All with no accifauxpas! Treble-Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I’m not used to these Midas Touches, and streaks of good luck – surely something will go wrong soon? Hahaha!

4Thu03aGot the ablutions sorted, wee-wee, teggies, shaved, washed and polished the head. Again without any mishaps! (Haha!)

Peripheral neuropathy nurse and Jemma are calling today. Getting out shopping and appointments is hard.

I then had a go at putting on the Ankle-Support strapping myself. I found it problematical, discommodious and devilishy difficult, not to mention detrimental to my determination. However, surprisingly, my willpower was rejuvenated, when after what had begun as a mission impossible, I struggled on and got it fitted, in a fashion. But it was not tight enough for real protection. However, if I can do this today, I can on other future days. I can always ask someone to tighten them later, thus pleasing the Care supervisor and cancelling the carer calling. I decided to cancel them today.

 Carried on with creating this blog, until a carer arrived.

WD 255.0.0 A first-time caller. Etienne (French). I explained I could manage in future and asked him to cancel the visits. I also told him to tell his boss that he could have four boxes of disposable Protection Pants. Then explained to him what they were and showed him. I asked him to tell his boss to call and make a date for collecting them, to suit himself. Showed the man the unwanted new balcony with its finger-trapping openings, gaps, feathers that had come through the cracks between the windows and the complicated, uncleanable for old folks, farcical opening system.

I considered making a prandicle for a late breakfast. But decided not to. My options, preferences, selections, choices, alternatives, opportunities, appraisals, judgements and decision-making qualities; even before the Stroke, left much to be desired. Nowadays, things have gone from bad to worse, retrogressed to an unfortunate state of affairs. This is noticeable every time a decision or alternative are called for. So much so, I tend to find myself being manipulated easily or going along with anyone’s first suggestion. Without working out the problems or affect decisions can have on other issues. Oy Vey!

08:30hrs. Made another brew, and went on CorelDraw to do some more blog page top graphics, and then created another draft for WordPressing. This was the plan anyway!

Around 10:00hrs, Jemma and Muhsina arrived, from the Stroke Support Team. Much chinwagging took place in between tests, exercises and medical examinations.

Shame about the pulse-finding, apparently I died twice. Shame. Hehe! The third time I sprang to life: Dia sat down: 124, Sys was 64. Stood up: Dia 128, Sys 68.

They kept it quiet about what the pulse was or wasn’t. Haha! My weight was 88 or something in foreign money. I inquired what that was in English; it pleasingly turned out to be 14.4st Super-Smug-Mode-Adopted!

Jemma tightened the Ankle-Support for me, as I explained that I am freeing the carers from their duties, and going to do it myself, despite the pain and struggle – in the hopes that things will improve later.

Rubbish, Josie not eating chicken, so I had a black bean meal readied for tonight.

Mushina called the St Anns Valley Centre, to check if the drop-in Nail-Cutting Service will be available next Monday or not, with it being a Bank Holiday. Nope! So I changed the appointment on the Google Calendar, to the following Monday – if I can still walk, that is! Humph!

Some physio exercises later, with well-aching limbs, the nurses prepared to depart. They reminded me that I have to vote, and I went with them, using the three-wheeled trolley; down and some more nattering was enjoyed. A real tonic these helpers are. Caroline picking flowers for me, all with a caring nature… Made my day, they did! Ah, Bliss!

Jemma gave me a list of medications to check with the Doctor, for those that should have been stopped according to the Chemist they are still on the list?

We parted company as the girls got to their cars Sad! And into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery, raffle-prizes, books and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. Cast my votes in the Euro elections, glad I took the three-wheeled-walker me.

WD 255.0.0 On the way back, I had a little Dizzy Dennis moment and had to stop. But it was all over within a minute, and I continued nice and steadily up to flat 72.

Joycie was letting someone out of her apartment as I passed. I checked to see if she like chicken, but she does not eat it at all. So I will demolish the black bean and chicken meal tonight. I got inside, put the wheels away in the spare room, changed into my slippers, then got the oven warming up, ready for the black beans and cobs to be cooked later on.

Shaddath, the Carer Supervisor rang, he will be calling to see me in about an hour. He can pick-up the PPs then to distribute to those in need.

Updated this blog for a while until Shaddath arrived.

WD 255.0.0 He stopped the Carer service. Then got me to carry some of the boxes off PP’s down to his car. Humph, cheek! Made worse, when I realised I had not taken the door fob with me to get back in! Hahaha! Luckily someone4Thu27 came out, and I nipped in!

I got the nosh in the oven, intending to add the part-baked cobs later. Added some part-baked cobs later when I stirred up the black bean with an extra half can of black beans and black bean sauce. Yes, I like black beans and sauce. Hehe!

Although tired, the day has been another busy mind-testing one for me; I ate all of the meal with a certain relishness, but ate it slowly, to savour the excellent delicate flavour! I did three whole mushrooms with balsamic vinegar over the day in the slow-cooker, added some small tomato-halves. The Sharwoods black bean sauce with peppers is another discovery I made, expensive, but truly tasty and worth a mention for any food connoisseurs. I purposely overcooked the mixture, almost caramelised it – and it was gorgeous!

I reckon the wee-wees infection is a lot better now. Just one more Nitrofurantoin in the morning finishes the full antibiotic course.

Despite feeling so weary tonight, and all the concerns milling about in the brain, which I oddly expected to keep me awake, although it took a while, Caroline’s tips on getting to sleep, eventually worked ♥. And a good seven hours uninterrupted sleep flowed blissfully for me! Ah!

Inchcock Today: Sunday 19th May 2019: Not one of my bestest days, Tsk!

May 19

2019 May 18

Sunday 19th May 2019

Maori: Rātapu 19 o Mei 2019

wd 0.10.0 04:00hrs. After a terrible wee-wee interrupted sleep, I woke reluctantly, unwillingly and grudgingly, for yet another SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee). I rose from the £300, second-hand, c1969, gungy-beige, tattered, moth-eaten, threadbare and often not-working recliner, and got upright, with hardly any difficulty this morning. Trudged limpingly to the wet room. About the twelfth visit of the night, or thereabouts. Due to spraying nature of the current wee-wees, I am using the WC, as opposed to the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket, to keep the splashing onto surrounding things, to a minimum. Because the control of wee-weeing is intractable. Not within my grasp or abilities. Modulation of the bladder is impossible at the moment. Ululation Mode Adopted!

wd 0.10.0 Had to use the Porcelain Throne, and that was stressful, it was hard work encouraging what bit that came out, to come! If you know what I mean? A bit of bleeding, but the solid nature of the evacuation meant it was far less messy this time.

wd 0.10.0 I got the wash and brush-up, teggies, shave, etc. done, and another wee-wee was needed.

7Sun01wd 0.10.0 I hadn’t noticed earlier, but by gum, the skin was pasty-looking and anaemic-like, again. I wondered if I was really alive or was I dreaming? Hehe!

The left hand suffered a Colin Cramps attack. However, it didn’t last long, and I found this surprising.

Then, as it calmed down, the lower arm went red, and the hand and fingers whiter than ever!

I must say because one cannot see the rust, the £2 second-hand charity shop wristwatch looked a bit on the posh, with its new £10 strap. Haha!

wd 0.10.0 I thought that yesterdays performance with the Sock-Glide was funny, but today’s trials were much more testing and trying, yet so amusing.

7Sun11a

The legs had one bigger than the other again, both merging with the rest of the body, in showing pallidity. The Sock-Glide performance was Charlie Chaplinish! I got it level, and the first sock over and clipped in place, easily (almost!). Getting it on, was a different thing altogether! I got myself sat on the Throne, and the metal guide out flat in front, as I slid the foot into the sock, the right hand and leg started off on a Shaking Shaun episode… However, the long bamboo socks hide the pot-marks nicely. Haha!

5Fri004wd 0.10.0 Then, I slipped off of the Porcelain Throne, and got tangled up with the Glide on the floor, knocking the stuff off of the floor cabinet! And found myself laughing about it! Klutz!

I struggled beyond words to untangle myself and get back up again. I thought I might get my telegraph from the Queen before I was back upright.

This was the first case of the leg Shakes coming, at an inopportune moment, for me. So I can’t complain. Not sure how long it took me to get back upright and sort out the mess, but I had to start anew with the Sock-Glide. The bruises blended in the many I already had, apart from one (I assume) on the bum! No photo available. Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

Getting the first sock on proved time-consuming, embarrassing and painful. But, I think getting it on, was about as funny as it could possibly have been! Thankfully, the left sock fitting proved far less bothersome. Hehehe!

I offered a prayer for my luck to change.

I made another brew to replace the one that had gone cold.

I got the computer on and did a graphic for later use on CorelDraw. Then updated the 7Sun03Saturday blog and posted it off.

Anon, the carer arrived and soon had the Ankle-Support on the leg, and it is working fine. I emailed this photo of him, on the right to him, but, the email address was not recognised by Google. Bother!

I took the medications and new Nitrofurantoin tablet.

wd 0.10.0 During which I realised I had stupidly left the hot water tap on! No hot water then, until tonight. At least I had got the ablutions done first this time. Looking for silver lining there, Haha!

wd 0.10.0 Back to the wet room for another Porcelain Throne visit. Which was much like the first visit. But the following wee-wee: what a difference this time. I almost needed another shave, by the time it stopped coming! Still not controllable, but a little more pressure this time. I think an excellent acronym might be, an ELUWW (Extremely-Long-Uncontrollable-Wee-Wee) Tsk!

wd 0.10.0 7Sun25aNo hot water to wash the hands with, so I went to the kitchen to boil the kettle to use. While in there, I opened the unwanted, uncommonly thick-framed, light & view-blocking, extra window panes to wash that one cannot even reach, the needing the use of the step-ladder if one wants to see over and the ground outside to check if any fire-engines are there in response to the Fire Alarm, That I cannot hear anyway, new windows, and took some shots of the slowly brightening day.

A distance shot using the panorama button that doesn’t work anymore.

A shot below, taken blind, so as to avoid using the step ladder, as my luck has not been all that good this morning. Whoopsiedangleplops galore, as you might have noticed, already!

Then a close up one at random, of the Elmswood Gardens and the Rise area, opposite the flat.

The one element missing, is there are no human tellurians in view anywhere.

A lot of work to be done on blogging today. So, I made a start on this blog, up to here, and then went on to create some drafts and page headers to use later. All that concentrating had tired me out. Poor old thing!

I seem to have been dropping things from the right hand and walking into things a lot today.

Josie called at the flat, and gave some bananas, tomatoes, then called back with some potatoes! Bless her, my pleasure to do the Saturday nosh for us both.

Got the shakes again, feeling tired, so stopped on the computer, and made the nosh.

7Sun27

Well, at least I ate all of the food this time. Slurp!

Not feeling too good, had a sit-down, and watched TV.

Tired as I felt, sleep would not come. Watched the gogglebox for ages, in between a few more SWWWs.

7Sun28I got up and took a couple of photographs through the open curtains of the unwanted, work-making, mega-thick-framed, multitude of glass to be cleaned that I cannot reach, rain admitting balcony windows, of the sun setting.

Bad I felt healthwise at this moment, the beauty of the view did not escape me!

The right foot began aching more than hurting. I struggled and got the Ankle Support off early, 7Sun29but the ankle aching continued?

During the nipping to the WC and into the kitchen, I realised that the walking stick had hidden away. Tsk! Had a proper search and seek session, but where it had gone was beyond me.

Then the Colin Cramps started; a lousy bout this time. Still no sleep came!

I must have nodded off, eventually. Gawd knows how late in the morning, cause I woke up at 03:30hrs, and gave up on kip, and rose with the ankle still aching and feeling not a little rough?

Inchcock Today: Saturday 18th May 2019: I felt so lonely without the medical folk calling. Hehe!

May 18

2019 May 17a

Saturday 18th May 2019

German: Samstag, 18. Mai 2019

04:25hrs. I woke, feeling so sapped and narcoleptic. This, despite my having just been in the arms of Morpheus, for the most extended sleep I’ve had in years! (At least I think I had). And yet unwanted ignavia, persisted? I believe that I’d slept for about eight-and-a-half hours!

Thinking about it, I suppose the therapy exercises with Nurse Sue yesterday, might have taken more out of me than I thought?

I heaved my crassulent torso from the £300 second-hand, c1968, gungy-beige recliner, and took the two steps to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). I was benumbed when I found it almost a third-filled. I have no recollections of waking up to use it during my nocturnal head-down? I shall resist telling you of what it looked like, apart from unnatural. I added to the quantity without much pain for once. Still thick and coloured a pale yellow, damn it, I’ve told you now. Hehe! A new bowdlerisation or an acronym for today’s latest style of wee-wee would be a TCRWW (Thick-Colourful-Reluctant-Wee-Wee). But more aggressive than those of recent days. It seems the Nitrofurantoin antibiotic tablets are doing their job, I hope.

I took the medications, including the Nitrofurantoin, and carried out the Health Checks.

Then off to the wet room, for a shave, wash, teggies and scrub up. Applied the pain gel generously on the Arthur Itis and Axonotmesis affected legs and knees. Then Haemorrhoids Harold was creamed. The next job, tackling the Sock-Glide, which was a log, difficult job today. PPs and togs on. Deorisational spraying and aftershave applied. Both pairs of Spectacles cleaned. Hearing aids de-waxed. Olive oil inserted in both of the lug-holes. And off to make a mug of tea.

WD173.2.2 On the way to the kitchen, the right arm, hand and leg went off on one of their Shaking Shaun episodes, a vicious one. Nothing could be done, so I just waiting, glad that no one was there to see it, and waited for the bout to stop. Luckily, I had the walking stick with me when it arrived. The fingers were reluctant to stop the shakes, but all the other affected areas calmed down to a stop for me, in about ten minutes or so. Much longer than usual.

WD173.2.2 I made the brew, and got on the computer, to update yesterday’s diary. Which was a little farcical! With the finger ends jumping all over the place each time I hit the keypad; a lot more time correcting was spent than typing. Then, just to make things a bit more interesting, the violent sneezing started! Humph!

The Carer, Anton arrived and soon had the Ankle-Support fitted. He’s mastered the job now.

WD173.2.2 Back to the computer and: Most annoyingly…Virgin (2)

I battled on against the ailments, the Liberty-Global Internet and repetitious amendments, and got the post finished and sent off, eventually. Worra life! Hehe!

I made a start on creating the draft for this post. When another Shaking Shaun episode arrived. But this one only lasted for the more usual few minutes. I began to type again and realised I had to take an antibacterial tablet. So took it, and made another cuppa. Then I got the potatoes baking in the oven.

Then onto CorelDraw to make some Page Headers and Thoughts to use for tomorrow’s blog.

Josie called. I plan to get the meal ready for 13:00hrs, so she can get the bus put to visit her family in time.

6Sat29Stopped computerising to take care with the nosh.

Delivered Josies, then got mine sorted.

Again I couldn’t eat it all, but the cheesy potatoes got devoured completely!

I think the new medications are making me more tired, lose my appetite, and struggle with the wee-weeing. Tsk!

Josie returned the plates etc. I’m so glad she enjoyed it.

Did the washing up, took the antibiotic tablet and settled down to watch some TV. I was soon asleep again, a deep one.

But the need for another wee-wee woke me up (luckily!), and things were changing for the better I think. I passed what must have been half a cup. That’s more then I have moved in a long time. So the Nitrofurantoin is working with the infection.

Back down in the £300 second-hand recliner, and nodded off again.

Woke in need of another wee-wee. Washed up and took the medications, changed into the nightwear, and again nodded off.

Woke up to use the Porcelain Throne, but things were still hard and solid, although a little evacuated, painfully. Humph!

The rest of the kipping was intermittent throughout the night. I kept waking with a different problem or worry on my mind each time. It was heavy going.

Inchcock Today – Friday 17th May 2019:

May 17

2019 May 17

Friday 17th May 2019

Haitian Creole: Vendredi 17 Me Me 2019

WD 51.51.153 5Fri00101:40hrs. I woke, I noticed the legs were a little different again. Boy, were they pale and anaemic looking. The left one still had far more water retention than the right leg. Is there a name for ‘Leg Watching’ I wonder? 

WD 51.51.153 I soon sensed the need, dismounted the £300 second-hand, gungy beige, rickety recliner, wobbled a bit in standing – then lunged for and used the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket. With a resulting releasing of what must have been more content than for weeks, now. Only an SSPWW (Short-Sprinkly-Painful-Wee-wee), but it might have half-filled a small cup, and that is more than I have managed, as I said, for weeks now! The pain was worth it! Thank heavens for Nurse Jemma yesterday, and her getting me some antibiotics! ♥

5Fri002I limped along to the kitchen to put the kettle on, and get the health checks done. I realised that I had not had any Colin Cramps last night!

The Sys 121. The Dia 63, both much lower than yesterday. The temperature was 35.4°c. The new medication doses are far less now, as can be seen in the blue pot lid. The scales are now hidden behind the two walker-trolleys in the spare room, so I used this as a self-excuse for not weighing myself. Guilt-Mode-Adopted!

Thankfully, thanks to Jemma getting things sorted for me, the following prescription medications in June will be blister-packed, all bar the Warfarin which will come separately, as the doses change all the time. She really has helped sort things out for me. She earned her wages yesterday, bless her!

WD 51.51.153 I made a brew and got on the computer to update the Wednesday blog. It took me a long time this morning. Partly due to the mistakes I keep making from the shaking fingers and inattention, and the other reason, I had to break off at least eight times for an SSPWW!  I used the WC for these, and was, despite seeing the state of the legs earlier, I was almost horrified to see how pale the rest of the body was. I considered taking a photo but decided I could manage quite well, without seeing it myself. Humph!

When the blog was done and dusted then sent off, I went to make another mug of tea. And it dawned on me, that the wee-wees had stopped. I’ll see how long this last for. I must try to remember the Nitrofurantoin tablets at 10:00hrs, 14:00hrs, and 18:00hrs.

WD 51.51.153 Well, fancy that, I just took two SSPWWs in the EGPWWB, within two minutes. I spoke too soon!

Time to get a wash and shave, teggies and dressed, etc. A bit concerned about the shaking right hand and leg today, I’ll take care when shaving. Back in a while.

Blimey, I had three SSPWWs while doing the ablutions! Then they dried up again? Got all spit and polished, shaved (one little cut, no… I tell a fib, it was two, Hehe!), teggies, scrub up and dressed.

The shorter-wider topped 5Fri005socks were adorned.

WD 51.51.153 Me using the sock-glide, really ought to be filmed and sent for a comedy award of some sort or other – it’d be a winner! I can see the headlines now; Nottingham’s nearly toothless Pensioner Inchcock’s Sock-Glide Farce, beats all to win the British Comedy Award for the best Medical – Whoopsiedangleplop of 2019! “Sock-Glide Company Sue”! Hahaha!

5Fri004The face had a little more colour, but then I had just had a shower and bleeding shave. Hehe!

I made a brew, got the antibiotics put on the calendar as a reminder. I made them for 06:00, 10:00, 14:00 and 18:00hrs, I’ll check with Jemma to see if that is okay, later. Taking them with fodder is essential the advice leaflet reads.

While washing, the right leg did one of its shake, rattle and roll performances. I could have sent a clip of that to ‘You’ve been framed’ perhaps. It must have looked to anyone watching like I was having an electric shock down my right side. But these episodes never last long, and somehow, oddly, even I find them funny. (Not when they catch me out and cause injury, though. Haha!)

The tea had gone cold, so I made another brew.

5Fri003aIt looked a little precipitation threatening. As I opened the new unwanted, light & view blocking window, now with extra glass to clean that we cannot even reach, in the kitchen, it started to spit rain. But it was still a beautiful view!

When I was taking the picture, I swear my nephelococcygia recognised a shape of a fish up in the clouds. But I’ll be blown if I can see it now.

I had a bash at the headphone connections again, and they are working? But the sound is muffled. To me, anyway.

Called to see Josie a few times, but she was out. Hope she’s enjoying some time with her clan.

The wee-wees were the same for the rest of the day, but less frequent, SSPWWs.

Nurse Sue arrived around 10:20hrs. Nice lady, who commenced the occupational therapy exercises with me. Gently and kindly, though. We also had a jolly-good natter at the same time. What seemed like a day-and-a-half later (Hehe!), Sue had to leave me. Boking another visit for next week… or the week after, whichever. Fitting the gal in the medical calendar was fiddly. It is already pretty full. Hard to get anything else done. She said I could nip out to get my potatoes now. I hobbled to the door with her and said my farewells and thanks.

5Fri007I’m looking forward to her next visit already.

I had missed the bus, but no bother.

I decided to walk slowly and carefully down Winchester Hill and get some bread and potatoes for tomorrow’s cheesy-potato-nosh.

5Fri006Out and down the hill, as I say, nice and steady with the three-wheeled-trolley. The trip went well, without accifauxpa or incident. There were very few Nottinghamians about on Mansfield Road.

WD 51.51.153 I called in the International Food Store, to investigate what large potatoes they had on offer. Oh dear! Not very good, they were a little motheaten looking and cracked with shoots growing out of them! The shelves looked a little barren.

5Fri007aWD 51.51.153 So I walked up to the fruit & veg shop… only to find it had Closed Down! A sad state of affairs!

So I crossed over te Abdul’s store on the other side of the road, in search of a Polish sliced Sourdough loaf.

WD 51.51.153 But none available!

5Fri007bWD 51.51.153 Back over the road and called in the co-op. Where I got some baking spuds. But the fresh food shelves there were even more barren than in the other shops, minimal choice or options. This was not good for a Friday, and very depressing for anyone with a family who were hoping to get in the week’s vittles.

5Fri08I moved up past Hall Street, making my way to the bus stop to catch the L9 back up Winchester Street to the flats at Winwood Court.

A little busier here, the bookies and cheap alcohol shop probably the main attractions. Hehehe!

Surprisingly, there were none of my fellow residents at the bus stop. So, a lonely wait and ride up the hill home.

5Fri08aAs I got off the bus, I could see Mary coming towards me from the other end of the road. But, no doubt due to the magical time-space continuum’s tear in the fabric of space, and or the ghosts and goolies of Winwood Heights, it was as if I blinked and she was gone? This photo proves I did not imagine Mary being there… but where did she go? Another mystery not to get solved!

5Fri09Apart from the legs and feet, I was in pretty good knick. I took a photograph of Winwood Court as I made my way down Chestnut Way.

WD 51.51.153 Called to see Josie, but she was not in.

Weariness dawned. All that effort, just to get two potatoes, hehe! But worth it, for me to do some Cheesy-Potatoes for Josie and me, on Saturday. I got the nosh sorted, and it was a disaster of sorts.

WD 51.51.153 For the appetite had gone again. Despite the meal looking, tasting, and smelling fair to me. Only ate a little of it? Why? I wondered if the Nitrofurantoin may be a cause of this? One of the many possible side-effects is loss of appetite? Now I’ve taken a few more tablets it may be affecting me?

The plate when served, and how it ended up.

5Fri11

I got washed, took the medications, removed the Ankle-Support (Not without some grunting, pain and curse words, hehe!), and settled n the £300 second-hand, c1968 grotty beige recliner. Sleep came early, easily and quickly. The occupational therapy exercising helped I think.

WD 51.51.153 Deep in sleep, and the mobile rang. I tried to answer it, fumbling about and the Axonotmesis nerve affected fingers, ensuring I made a mess of replying and it rang off before I could answer. I rang Jane back, and she rang me again. We had a chinwag, although not a lot of it remains in my memory. I was so deep in sleep. I must get in touch later, I think she has another problem, with her eyes this time. I must find out. 

Getting back to sleep I thought, would be a problem. So I watched some crap in TV. Turned it off, and within fifteen minutes I was back in the land of bliss!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 16th May 2019: Caroline, Sonia, Jemma, Muhsina and Inchcock gathering in the flat – Yee-Ha!

May 16

2019 May 16

Thursday 16th May 2019

Chichewa: Lachinayi pa 16 May 2019

WD0.51.102 03:25hrs. After a night of oh, so many WPSWWs (Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wees), that together would not have filled a small cup. Naturally, I was still tired. I woke in need of another visit to the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket (And peed-off, Hehehe!), out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, grotty-beige rickety recliner, and to the bucket. I reckon I passed enough this time, to wet a cotton wool bud, but not saturate it! I must tell the nurse about this ongoing problem.

WD0.51.102 Then as I was getting myself balanced and sorted, a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and with some urgency about it for once. Unhesitatingly, and with high hopes, I grabbed the stick to facilitate a quicker journey time, and shot (Well, that may be a little overdoing it), to the wet room. Where to my surprise, a motion was passed at last! Painful and not a lot, but more than for days now. A multi-coloured offering; that left a frowsy, mephitic aroma, that I hope will hold no pheromonic content. Haha!

I wish there were a kind of panchymagogue available over the counter, I might have tried some. Hehehe! 

I sorted the morning medications and had a search again, for the thermometer. (I found the box days ago), but the machine needed finding. To my own amazement, I found it in a 4Thu02drawer I must have searched in several times this week. What a putz! 35.4° Low, was the reading.

I got some Gungo beans marinating in, tomato puree, black bean sauce, mustard, demerara sugar, and balsamic vinegar. 

I got on the computer and updated the Wednesday post.

I believe that my blog, is a way for me to desarcinate my problems, and write in such a way, humorously; that it may encourage readers to have a laugh at my antics and Whoopsiedangleplops. And I get the satisfaction in return when it does. I don’t know why I said that! Hehe!

I got the post finalised and sent off, at last.

Then, I set about sorting the old hearing aids, cleaning, getting rid of the wax, and drying them and refitting. During which, the Carer arrived. New chap again, name of Chris, decent sort of chap. He got the hang of the Ankle-Support with the help of the larger photo I’d put on the computer, no bother.

After he had gone, the Axonotmesis ridden right leg went into one of its ‘Shaking Shaun’ Modes. Honestly, if anyone had seen it belting away on its own accord, they would have thought it was a comedy sketch! Hahaha!  

WD0.51.102 Several more unnecessary trips to the WC, well for what came out, every WPSWW was nothing more than Inchcock giving out ‘Oohs and Arghs, as he lunged over the raised toilet, knowing he should have used the EGPWWB really, cause the few seconds of splashed needed cleaning up every time. Most vagarius! Humph!

4Thu001I started this blog going and made a Thoughts and a page top Brexit graphic. While listening to the noises from up above. Scratch, tap-tap bang!

Around 09:00hrs, I checked the calendar to confirm today’s appointments.

Afternoon sessions that are going to guarantee sleeplessness for me. But you never know nowadays.

I gathered the raffle prizes and nibbles in the walker-trolley, ready for the Social Hour at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and the much-used emergency Toilet.

4Thu03aTook the nine black bags to the waste chute and set off down and out to the Social Hour. A long time since I’ve been to one, looking forward to it.

The legs and ankle felt reasonable this morning, as I plodded along Chestnut Way with my Three-Wheeled-Walker.

There were very few people about, and I did 4Thu04not see a single worker on site. Might be there tea-break time.

I limped along at what I thought was a fast pace, and was overtaken by a lady with her Three-Wheeled Walker. Left me standing she did! Haha!

I got a decent welcome when I entered the hut. I put the raffle prizes on the trolley, and Cyndy handed around the nibbles for me, Bless her! ♥

WD0.51.102 I spoke with Big Brian, getting the conversation going, and I sensed that I needed a wee-wee. By the time I had stood up, it was too late… I had an accident and the fluid escaped of its own accord! The embarrassment crescendoed, and I had to leave for fear of any smells that may humiliatingly show themselves. Thank heavens that I had the Protection Pants on, at least. Another Social Meeting ruined for me! This Stroke is making life so hard, wearying, worrying, debilitating, fatiguing, daunting, and stressful. Still, I’m still here. Na-na-na-nan nana! Hahaha!

I beat a quiet as a possible retreat, back to the flat and the wet room to freshen and clean things up. The shame helped me move faster, I think.

It may be all that time with the catheter on in Hospital that is part of the reason. I recall they were about to take it off so the body could get used to handling thins itself when  I found I had an allergy to one of the new medicines. That took a few days to sort out, by then, they needed the bed and moved me to the Residential Home at the Acorn, no, Oaks. So not much time for the bladder to get working again. I’ve not had a proper wee in eleven weeks!

4Thu05I did stop a minute to take a shot of Woodthorpe Court, though. Snapped it so quickly, I was surprised how well it came out.

As I got to the flat door, I pressed Josie’s doorbells, but no answer. I got inside and put the trolley in the spare room, and then to the wet room and washed my crassulent body, and put new fresh PPs on. I felt a little better but still self-conscious and aware of my Whoopsiedangleplop, and a little guilt-ridden.

My doorbell chimes rang out with Dusty Springfield’s “I only want to be with you” tune. It was Josie, she was in the shower when I rang. I asked if she would like some Cheesy Potatoes this Saturday, and she seemed agreeable to that. I get pleasure out of cooking for someone, it’s been donkey’s years since I have before. The conversation was not easy. Josie’s hearing worse than mine, and with my current hearing aids awaiting having new moulds fitted, and the old ones I was wearing seemingly gone to pot, it was, to say the least, an entertaining gossip. Hahaha! Cheered me, all the same.

4Thu06I stirred the Gungo beans again and got the computer on to update this post.

Went to make a brew, and took these pictures in the sunshine, through the unwanted, multi-paned, light & view blocking, this framed new kitchen windows.Bootiful!

The camera battery-light flashed. So, I put it on to recharge.

I used the new Panasonic to take this photo.

4Thu05a

I’ve got three medical staff coming to see me at the same time later today. That should be fun trying to hear what they say! What next can go wrong? I’ll take that question back. Please, I don’t want to know. Oy Vey!

Did some TFZer Facebooking and went on the WordPress Reader.

In the space of ten minutes, I had Nurse Jemma and a student nurse Muhsina, and Caroline and Sonia in the flat. Pandemonium reigned. Cause of having no hearing aids, things got a little confusing for me. Hehe! 

WD0.51.102 After some initial sorting out, pandemonium, brouhaha, hurly-burlyness ensued. And it was good! Nurse Jemma and Muhsina were left in the flat, for her to try and sort out the medications for me. Caroline, Sonia and I went outside, to try out the four-wheeled-walker they had brought for me to try out. It is naturally more significant, but so much safer! Bless em! ♥ Plenty of comments from the gals as we passed by in the lobby. Haha! I took the camera with us, but I forgot all about it. Humph!

When we got back, Jemma had done an excellent job and took me through the current medications. She had called the doctors and the chemists for me. And arranged for someone from, ‘Medical Compliance Service’ to call and see me on Monday, about blister packs that she had also organised, and the new medications.

Caroline and Sonia, gave dates for their next visits, and we spoke of so much safety methods, antics, etc. and much more that I just cannot remember. The pair left, with me a more contented person for their visit.

Jemma went through the medications as were in the drawer. Told me not to use the Gee-up pills or magnesium at all again. Taking my pulse took about eight attempts and two machines.  I joked that I must be dead! Hahaha! Jemma, aware of my wee-wee problems, got me supplied with some urine in a sample bottle and she checked it against the listing. Seems I have a urine infection and need some antibiotics. Which she had already informed the doctors and arranged for a prescription to be sent to the chemist – then offered to fetch and return to the flat with them! Off she went, leaving me a pleased and happier person.

I got the beans stirred and on a low heat. And the oven warming. Updated this blog, again.

WD0.51.102 Jemma returned, with April’s prescriptions! She explained they had been forgotten about by Doctor, and the Chemist! She reminded me that the Antibiotic course could turn the urine green or brown, but this is to be expected and of no concern. The tablets are to be taken four times a day, with food, to avoid sleepiness and something else, I forgot what it was. They are named Nitrofurantoin.

She went through the bag and found several more medications that are no longer to be taken. I must take these to a chemist for destroying, or could give them to the ‘Medical Compliance Service’ man or woman, on Monday or Tuesday.

With helpers like Caroline, Sonia, Jemma, and Muhsina, the Stroke was almost worth it!

I was well shattered when they had all left, but in good spirits that someone really cares.

Updating this blog, and Nottingham City Homes Housing Patch Manager and Belly-Dancer Angela rang me. She had read the Inchcock Today and informed me I could use the shower any morning at 0700hrs. That was kind of her. ♥ I thanked her for her concern and kindness.

Got the nosh prepared and served up. Taking the medications, starting the antibiotics at the same time. I looked it up: Nitrofurantoin is an antibacterial drug used to treat urinary tract and bladder infections caused by Escherichia coli or Staphyloccocus saprophyticus strains of bacteria that are sensitive to this drug. By gum, that makes me sound clever, 4Thu07Hehe!

I did take a photo of the meal, but I had left the SD card in the computer. Gnash! I found out when I took this picture later. I had actually eaten all of the food! First time in ages. Must have been the attention of the ladies that perked me up! Certainly brought my appetite back! Hahaha!

And getting to sleep was no problem either… ZZZ!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 15th May 2019: Whoopsiedangleplops at a minimum, but some daft ones had!

May 15

2019 May 15

Wednesday 15th May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 15 Mai 2019

3Wed01aWd BLACK 02:45hrs. Woke after a cramp-filled night. Got out of the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner; not without pain. The legs and feet were still suffering from the marathon hobble and physio exercises. A wee-wee of the regular lately, SSPWW (Short-Sprinkly-Painful-Wee-wee) variety, using the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket). It’s getting a little worrying, this lack of liquid-movement. I must ask the nurse today, if it is safe to take a Furesomide, with the legs not being too water-filled.

I made my way to take the medications and brew up a mug of tea. I made up three waste bags to take to the chute when I can get time, and no visitors are expected so I can get out.

Wd BLACK Got the computer going, but… The magnificent Global Liberty Virgin internet kept going down, and it was so frustrating. Grr!

Virg8 black

Finished updating the Tuesday blog, and got it sent off. During which I had three SSPWWs. A call to the Porcelain Throne was answered. Ye-ha! Evacuation at last! Painful, but I was so happy!

Made a start on this blog. Got the top two graphics made up, and the template, and kicked off, getting as far as here. The time now, for the ablutions, A shower, and shave, etc. I know I shouldn’t use the shower this early, but I really need to freshen up. Phew! Hehe! 

Back in a bit.

06:43hrs. I’m back. All clean and refreshed, clothes on, Ankle-Support at the ready. Made a brew, and again on the computer (still making more regrets than beefburgers eaten by Elvis!). Two more pathetic SSPWWs taken during the ablutionisationing.

Worked on another draft template as I waited for the Carer. Who Shadas (The Care Supervisor) told me, could now arrive twixt 07:00hrs and 09:00 hrs. The carer (Umar) came at 06:55hrs, I was most pleased with that. He soon had the Ankle-Support on for me.

INR Nurse arrived early to do the Warfarin INR blood taking for me.  Then a nurse arrived, who had been booked in for 10:00hrs arrived early. Talking mostly about moods,

Smashing, if I rush  (go slightly quicker… perhaps), I can get the 09:30hrs bus. Hey-Ho!

The new hearing aid being useless, I put in the SpecSaver crap ones.

I got to the bus stop on Chestnut Walk. A hearing aid literally popped out of the right lughole and bounced several yards into the gutter. I retrieved it and put it in, but it was like the other one; of no use. No interest was shown in any gossiping with me at first, (Or maybe I could not hear what folks were saying?). Some residents came around later. Mary, Christine, and Stew shared a laugh on the bus to Arnold with me. Although it was a smidge on the farcical side as conversations go. All three of us either had no hearings in or those in were damaged. Good job the lip-reading skills are not entirely useless. Haha! 

 

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I took some snaps (above) while waiting at the bus stop.

I got off in Arnold, determined to try and get an extension cable for the broken one at home for the headphones. Of course, my having a talk to Mary, threw me off kilter, and I never got any cable. What a schlemiel!

Went in the Asda store, and wandered about, coming out with: a tin of chopped tomatoes with herbs, a milk roll loaf, rice cakes, mature cheddar cheers, cooked beef slices, and a tin of garden peas. The atmosphere in the store was terrible. I sensed a gloominess, satiated with a defeated discontentedness. Not from all the customers and staff, but a large proportion. When I did hear someone laughing, it made me want to investigate.

The closed down retail businesses I saw when I got out, added to the pessimism that abounded.

Paid at the self-serve till, and came out to nip over to the Fulton Foods store, to see if they any bargains, but they did not. But, I met Mary who was getting some flour, so we stayed together, had a look about and went to the bus stop on Front Street. Stew joined us later, and a conversation of great jocoseness was shared. I’m sure all of us were guessing what the other one was saying. Haha!

Mary watched the three-wheel-trolley-guide for me, while I took some photographs on Front Sreet.

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Caroline from the top residential home got on the bus en route. I had a natter to her when we got back to the flats. Then went with Mary and Stew back to Woodthorpe Court.

3Wed05a2Got in the flat and realised there had not been ant wee-wees required. But once indoors, that did start again – persistently. But they were of the SSPWW variety. Scarcely a few fluid ounces each time. Humh!

Got the fodder put away, and got the mushrooms sliced and in the crock-pot on the high setting.

3Wed09I decided as I noticed a machine was free, to take the laundry down and get it going. Which I did. Got the clothes in an started, then returned upstairs, well, the lift to the flat. Where, I spent a while on the Porcelain Throne – with abject failure. Things felt hard.

By the time I got cleaned up and out of the wet room, it was time to go down to move the clobber to the dryer. Which I did. I was a little dubious about the rattling noise as the drum went round, and the filter was filthy, so I 3Wed07cleaned it first. I’ll mention this to Julie when I see her next. Up to the apartment, and got the computer on to update this blog. Until it was time to go down again, to collect the washing.

It’s surprising how big the amount of washing seems when it is dirty. The cleaned washing took up only a  half of the red bag, after being folded. I cleaned the drum and filter.

3Wed06Got back up in the flat. I’d used the three-wheel trolley to put the bag on, instead of using a stick. The good thing about this was I did not leave the stick downstairs. Hehehe!

I got the togs put away, and got the oven on to do the chips in later.

I was soon back on the updating of this post.

Another summoning to the Porcelain Throne proved another failure! Hey-Ho!

I made a brew and took the evening medications a little early, including an extra Senna. I hope they soon start working! Forgot this time, not to take them with a hot drink. Schmuck!

The landline phone light flashed. It was Nurse Sue from the Stroke Team. She had called earlier, but I was out! I realised what might have happened, or to be more precise, I recognised how I had made a Whoopsiedangleplop – even if I didn’t understand how. Having had three helpers this morning, and three appointments being on the calendar, I thought I would be free to get out to the shops. I thought the second lady was Sue, coming early. Does that make sense? I may have got confused with the INR nurse. Oh, I did feel bad about it. I verbally lambasted myself! The gal w3Wed08ill be calling again, on Friday at 09:30hrs.

The tea had gone cold now, so after another SSPWW (Let’s save time, and just assume the wee-wees came averaged two an hour for the rest of the day). Hahaha!

The view from the unwanted, light & view blocking new kitchen windows that have extra 3Wed10glass that needs cleaning, but can’t be reached, and needs step ladder usage to take a shot of the road below, was stunning.

There were precious few folks about anywhere nearby this late afternoon.

I was in the usual, feeling shattered mode again. Always the same in the afternoon for me.

Hello, another call to the Porcelain Throne. Back in a bit!

Ah-Ha! Movement! I sensed wrongly that things had been firm, but they were messy. So, at last, the Senna-Strikes! Hehe!

3Wed11I made a start on the nosh, and got some chips in the oven cooking. The meal was smelling and looking fair enough, but the appetite let me down again. I didn’t eat a lot of it. The words from Care team leader Shadas, and Sister Jane ring in my ears, “You must lose Weight!”

Got the shakes as I was doing the pots, but avoided an accifauxpas okay.

3Wed12Very tired, I got down really early.

I noticed the left leg was more bloated, and the right one was almost skinny? Might the Anoxonotmesis have some bearing?

The cramps came on again later, but not as bad as the last two nights; then again, I have not done so much walking.

Fell to sleep, but kept waking up for the most misleading and pathetic wee-wees ever! A few drops weakly dribbled out each time, then nothing. Until I would wake again later, and repeat the process. Most aggravating.

Eventually, they stopped bothering me, and a good four hours kip followed before I woke again, and it started all over again! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 14th May 2019: Mega-Busy Medical Visitations

May 14

2019 May 14

Tuesday 14th May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 14 Mai 2019

wd 60-60-130 04:10hrs: Woke, and lay there sensing and searching to the pains, they were aplenty. Legs, feet, knees, etc. giving me discomfort. But not surprisingly so, after yesterdays long limp around Nottingham’s medical centres.

Eventually, thinking I needed the Porcelain Throne, (I was wrong). I extracted my body and limbs painfully from the second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner, and arrived at the wet room, it was apparent that things were still solid in rear extraction department, with no signs of any encouragement. The wee-weeing was yet again, of the SSPWW (Short-Sprinkly-Wee-wee). Messy!

The carer arrived, and with the aches and pains being bad, he put on my bamboo socks then, the Ankle-Support strapping on for me.

The limbs from yesterday’s two enforced on me, extra appointments and all the hobbling involved, were bad enough before the Social Services boss arrived later with his snide comments, and breaking off to talk to someone on his mobile, giving his location or what it will be later in the day. Making me feel redundant and even more of a nuisance to him, than I already am.

wd 60-60-130 He said he could not understand why I can’t fit the Ankle-Support myself. Then advised me that he was taking me off the current service level, and on to another. Which will mean Carer attendance will be from 07:00hrs to 09:00hrs each morning. Got me to sign three times on a document, that I have no idea was. This is bad for me, but I am only a patient. This means I could miss the 09:30hr bus every day, as I cannot use the shower because of the noise before 08:00hrs, and this will now possibly be put back to 09:00hrs with the new contract. Which will not leave me time to shave shower etc. in time to catch the bus, in the event of the carer coming later. Life is playing some nasty tricks on me in my old age.

The young, handsome, fit, tall and good-looking boss, then tackled the sink plug problem for me, and it is now working fine. A look around, and he departed. Bless him!

Virgin (2a)Dejected and despondent, I took the morning medications and had a wash, shave and did the teggies.

Had a go at updating this blog.

Sharon from the Stoke Team arrived. She had tried to ring earlier, that would be the call I had when I was shaving, and could not get to in time to answer. She said some of her requests were cut off? She wanted to know if she could bring a trainee with her. I said that would be no bother, and she called the girl, then went down to let her in.

I’m afraid I get carried away when someone comes to see me. I think I irritated Sharon a little, with my losing the plot, and wandering off the subjects. Silly old alter-cocker! 

A long time was spent in discussions, questions, and answers, etc. Too long I think. As I said, due to my getting sidetracked from the reason they were here. Fool that I am! I showed her the photographs of the wounds, and they ask that I take off the screen. All the blood made Sharon feel a bit sick, Oh dearie me. So I removed them and apologised.

Perfect timing, though. As the two ladies departed, Caroline and Sonia arrived for the therapy session.

The two ladies showed interest in my Whoopsiedangleplops. In me, actually. After several hours of exercises. Therapy training.

My walking outside being assessed with the three-wheeled-trolley-guide, which brought some interest from Gaynor, Mo, The NCH Housing Patch Manager and opera singer, amongst other tenants.

So much was gone through and considered for safety, but I cannot remember it all. Just enjoying it. Sonia departed and left Caroline to do some assessment exercises with me. Ah, yes, I remember a bit more now; Caroline cancelled her Friday visit and moved it to Wednesday 22nd May. Ah, we checked something about the medications, I think Sonia is to ask a nurse to look into them for me.

I was obviously annoying again, with my drifting from the topics. Ahem! Well, I love em so! Humph!

During the morning, it is now well into the afternoon, many pathetic SSPWW were taken, and are still now. I think this problem, might have something to do with the medications?

When they had both departed, I nipped up to see Jenny. Only stayed at the door a few moments. It was so gladdening to see her again.

Got some cheesy potatoes mixed, intend to take a nibble to Josie to try, with balsamic vinegar. What a farce, my getting back to my 12th floor. I ended up going down to the ground floor and back up to mine. Hehe!

Took some photographs from the balcony and kitchen windows.

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2Tue01

Got the cheesy potato presented and went to see if Josie was in. But she wasn’t.

2Tue23Took the medicines and got my chicken thigh and cheesy potato served up. Josie was not in. So I put her potato to cool and go in the fridge later.

I got mine served up and watched some TV. The headphones are not working. Fancy that!

I burnt the meal a bit. Ahem! Can you guess what it was, originally? Hehe!

2Tue22Took the ankle-support off painfully, and got settled down in the £300 second-hand, rickety c1968 recliner, with my feet up high on the swivel chair.

The legs were of different sizes and different colours. But they both ached. Soon to be visited by Colin Cramps, and visciously so! Tsk!

It took me ages to get to sleep. When Colin Cramps eventually left me, the mind-control was handed over to my “Frustrations, Fears and Fantasising Forum” for an hour or so. To allow panics etc. to wander free through my poor brain.

I had to get up for one of my wee-wees, and yet another false-alarm on the Throne.

Thankfully, I dropped off soon when I got down again. I must have been tired, I reckon I slept for seven hours.