Inchcock Today – Sunday 14th July 2019: My mental state varied today, twixt fine, desperate, and sod-it!

2019 July 13

2019 July 14

Sunday 14th July 2019

Hawaiian: Ka lā 14 o Lulai 2019

02:25hrs. I wasn’t sure if I had woken up or not at first, it was very surreal, even grotesque in a way. I had been (I think) having different dreams for ages it seemed, about events that have occurred the places I’ve lived or worked at. I thought I might still be dreaming. Sad, I know! But, I had seemingly had over six-hours kip – which was indeed delightsome!

WD 0.30.0B However, as soon as I moved and knocked over a (luckily for once) empty bottle of Spring Water, and it fell into the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), the realisation that I was awake, dawned on me. Hehe! The bucket incident brought on the need for a wee-wee, of course.

Freeing my worryingly ever-expanding body from the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, just about endurable for the bad-back recliner, was a piece of cake! It was an RWPSWW (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying-Wee-Wee), and the pain was real enough for me! I took the bucket to be cleaned and sanitised in the wet room.

WD 0.30.0B The WC is taking ever-longer to refill, and the sink is even more reluctant to let any water go down its plug-hole this morning! Tsk!

As a total change from normal, I got the computer and went on Facebooking first. Added some pictures, and enjoyed and mad some comments of the TFZer site. A lovely bunch of people, I adore them all, yet I have never met any of them ♥.

7Sun02The throat was suffering from xerostomia this morning. Yet I had no desire yet for my early morning cuppa. The curiousest happening of the day so far! But, I did guzzle plenty of the spring water. While in the kitchen, I did the health checks, took the medications, and took a photograph from the unwanted, multi-glassed, light & view blocking, thick-framed, new kitchen windows, with the unreachable panes to clean.  On the bright side, the HC check results were absolutely unbelievably good! Sys 138. Dia 61, Pulse 81 & Temp 34.6°c. Fantastic stuff!

7Sun07I do like the tree copse, but also at the end of Chestnut Way, the trees over the garages. Bootiful! My viewing was terminated, when a call was received from the innards to for a Porcelain Visit, post-haste! So I did!

WD 0.30.0B It turned out to be a failure. Notwithstanding my greatest painful efforts to move things along, after a long time failing, I gave up. However, all was not doom and gloom. For one of those incredibly unique wee-wees of the ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee) mode was enjoyed. As my failure at the other evacuation area went on, and on, and… Well, you get the idea!

I continued, doing the CorelDrawing graphics. The fingers and hands were got playing up too much… yet!

7Sun07I suddenly got the urge for a comforting mug of tea! And recognising that is was 07:00hrs, and I had not started on updating yesterday’s Diary yet, put me in Self-Derogatory-Mode! 

I got the black bars sorted out and tied up ready to go to the chute later on. Then put new bags in the bins and repositioned them in the 7Sun10rubbish room, wet room and one left in the kitchen.

I took a shot of the misty morning outside, from the deadly step-ladder Accifauxpas kitchen windows.

It came out decentish, though.

Ah, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne. So, off to the wet room again. Once again, a terribly painful evacuation, that needed much effort to clear, and the massive release took me a good while.

7Sun01So while there, I did the ablutions.

Only a couple of tiny wee nicks while shaving. I fought and won, uninjured, against the sock glide, which is a rarity when putting on the short bamboo socks.

The legs seem to be holding less fluid now. Although they were well-bruised. I’m afraid the ankle ulcer is looking dodgy, so left the sock over it, so not to show it.  The nocturnally made scratches were still bright, but getting betterer!

At long last, I got on to doing the updating of the Saturday blog, (Must have been around 08:00hrs) or so by then. Much later, I got it finished, posted, and sent some photo’s to Pinterest and the TFZer Facebook page. Phew! That took me a long time!

I made a start on this post next. Brother-in-Law Pete, the one with Xyrophobia: Fear of shaving. (Mine is Euphobia: Fear of Good News.) ([Well, when do I get any? Hehe!]), he’s known as ‘Stubble’, called me on the landline. We had a chinwag which I enjoyed, a little memory prompting and the like, you know. It cheered me up!

7Sun11I got Josie’s cheesy-potatoes made up and got them in the oven. Did some more on this updating, then got the side-food on the plate and kept checking on Josie’s spuds in the oven. I want them to be browned to perfection this time.

Took a picture of Sherwood and Basford outside, through the bare, apart from the injury-causing, deadly-dangerous step ladders. The mist on the horizon is still there. But no people were seen in any photo I took outside. Sunday! 

I got a lovely email from Jenny. I think she is going to ask the young man who does her windows if he might do mine. Once a month, and he only charges £10.

7Sun35aI finished Josie’s dinner, got it on the server, and delivered it to her door. I used the wheeled-server in case the hands or any other part of my anatomy started subliminal, involuntary Hokey-Cokeying and or jumping. Safety First! The meal looked alright to me.

Josie answered the door, and her face lit-up. She was all poshly dressed, so I assumed that she was going out later. So glad I was early with the prandicle consignment.

WD 0.30.0B I returned to the flea-pit and started to get my meal prepared. A minor Whoopsiedangleplop came to light, as I searched for my tatty oval blue plate that I usually eat off – it could not be found anywhere? Where could I have left it? I really had an in-depth foray around, looking in the usual and then strange places I may have put it. All to no avail. Then as I decided to use the pinkish’maroon plate that Josie uses at the weekend – Hehehe! Wot a plonka! It dawned on me, I had given Josie her meal on that plate! I did feel a Klutz!

7Sun38I had the other half of the cheesy potatoes, garden peas and some streaky smoked bacon. Making some bacon sarnies with the last of the milk loaf as I ate it.

Same as for Josie, a Limoncello dessert, and made-up spring water and orange cordial followed. A flavour rating of 6/10 given for this rather sad effort.

GC blue f03WD 0.30.0B I was so tired, I got the washing up done and settled into the currently welcoming second-hand, c1968 recliner. But, the nibbling started almost straight away. Cheese curls, jelly babies, chocolate brazils, sherberts, etc. were consumed – but not just a few of them, lots! Guilty Mode Adopted! Whatever I have tried in the diet stakes was ruined in one gorging session!

Worse still, the sleep would not come! And unremittingly, the nibbling continued! I watched a Jonathan Creek DVD and enjoyed it. Then I put the TV on, but not really watching the crap on offer, and the mind began to stew away; fears, shames, mistakes, worries etc. floated into the brain, tormenting me. And this, along with slowed-down but still guiltily being eaten nibbling! I turned off the television and tried to get to sleep seriously, but the brain would kick-off again, with its at times, almost panicking, over nothing and everything? Even searching the grey cells to find anything shameful or unpleasant that it had not already harassed me with.

I think the few hours I spent in mental turmoil was the worst in a long time. I recall putting the TV back on, the rubbish on might help me concentrate on something else. It was well gone midnight before I eventually dropped off to kip. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Sat 6 July 2019: A day of frustrations, fertummelt, fragilities frailness & frantic mayhem! Not to mention the Accifauxpas! Tsk!

2019 July 6

2019 July 06

Saturday 6th July 2019

Sethoso: Moqebelo 6 July 2019

01:30hrs. I awoke with the feet and ankle in remarkably good condition, considering all things. The ankle/leg ulcer seems to the wane, again, a bit of a pain! Hehe! I could see no sign of the of any of the new growth on it, of the last two or three days?

The need for a wee-wee, not surprisingly came to the fore, and the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) was but a pace or two away. This was another change in styles this one, it was of the UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee) variety.

Then, off to the Porcelain Throne. But it was something of a farce, a failure, and a time-consuming exercise, again. Still, I got the ablutions done afterwards. I seemed to be more chaetophorous (in need of a shave) than usual. I thought, maybe my famously lethologica-ridden, absent-mindedness and woolgathering tendencies, may have had me shaving with the razor covers on again yesterday? I recall doing the shaving with the plastic guards on the Bic’s when I was in the Residential Home after the stroke, so I know it’s a possibility. Humph!

The feet were looking in good condition as well. Although it doesn’t show in this photograph, the left foot little toenail’s black patch underneath it had grown somewhat in size. I wonder what it is? Although the water retention in the legs and feet was getting a touch more.

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Oddly, a change this morning, the left leg was not as swollen as the right, but the right foot was more swollen than the left… confusing innit? Hehehe! No cuts shaving or doing the teggies, either! Swank-Mode-Engaged!

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B Some new, barely perceptible, odd marks had appeared on the right arm. Not the bruise from the INR blood extraction, lower down the limb, just higher than the wristlet-alarm. It ached around it. Another medical mystery! Haha!6Sat02

Washed, got dressed, and went to the rather disorganised and untidy kitchen. (Jenny, bless her, has offered to help me clear out the old airing cupboard, to allow electrician access. ♥) I shall not do any cleaning until they have been, they will only make more mess to be sorted. Where I prepared Josie’s ingredients for her dinner, ready to use later.I’d got the delivery server prepped last night, although I 6Sat03can’t recall doing it?

My shelling of the pod peas proved to be somewhat of a bothersome, annoying, irritating, tedious, exasperating, infuriating, and a maddeningly pestiferous procedure! Which got me going a bit! The Axonotmesis-driven dancing and jumping of the hands and fingers, left me with an assessed, guessed dozen or more peas that shot all over the place, 6Sat04never being found!

Then, I got the Health checks done. Got the medications taken, and made a pot of tea… well, a mug of pleasantly tasty, tangy, and strong-flavoured Glengettie.

The rain started to fall, and I fetched the Canon camera, with the short battery life, no eye-viewer, fiddly tiny controls, but a welcome 6Sat04handy selfie-taking moveable screen. The rain had stopped as I got back to the nightmarishly untidy kitchen, and took a couple of shots of outside.

The first one on the left required me to bravely risk using the step ladder, so I could reach out far enough beyond the ridiculously wide window ledge, which can be seen with the raindrops on it, protruding and ruining my 6Sat05already below par shot with the hands shaking again. But, this nerve-damaging and killing Peripheral Neurosis, no, neuralgia, will always be with me. Humph! Ah, well!

I then went to the balcony to take this shot through the unreachable to clean, and finger strapping and flesh removing metal opening clips. That need to be pushed at the same time as being pulled to open. The one on the right is so stiff, after a couple of risky (INR blood level) cuts trying to open it to take pictures, I gave up and abandoned the dangerous idea forever. It can stay closed and uncleaned forever as far as I am concerned! Too risky! Ideal for old folks with their ageing ailments. The younger of us love their balconies. Those, no we, with physical disabilities, illnesses, and loss of mental abilities and our sanity, do not! Hahaha!

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B I spent many hours updating and making more errors, miss-typing, grammatical, and spelling than ever before. The time spent in correcting is getting farcical now! At one stage, I gave serious consideration to stopping and just giving up! It was as if the Axonotmesis knew, and the dancing stopped! But it was a ploy to get me to continue. Fifteen minutes later the dancing returned, this time with the shoulder joining it! Ah, well, at least the legs Hokey-Cokeying did not start.

Finally, I got the updating finished and posted off.

Then off to the Porcelain Throne. Back to the reluctant, bloody evacuation mode. I was so glad when I eventually succeeded. Haha! When all was done, and I was refreshed again. I had a moment of panic, and I have no idea why, but I had to check on the bus pass and bank card in the coat pocket? I went to the hallway, and all was okay. Phew! I noticed a letter had been posted, it was from the NHS again. From the Department of Pathology and Laboratory Medicine. An appointment is to be sent to me for a (Clinical) pathological condition assessment? I looked this up on the web, but am not a lot wiser as to who they are or what they do? Still, it’ll be some company for me. And someone to make laugh and smile, I hope. Haha!

7Sun38I set about getting Jocie’s meal cooked. I kept nipping on the computer to do some graphicalisationing, and back to Josie’s door to make sure she wanted the meal, but could not rouse her. Oh, dear! On my third try, the gal answered. She had been in the shower, and was more than ready for her meal!

This photo is one of the earlier meals, the shot I took of today’s smoked kipper in veg sauce with tomatoes and cheesy-potatoes, with fried onions, tomatoes and gherkins, was another of the ‘Into the Ether’ pictures! Humph!

I got it sorted and delivered it on the server wheeled-tray. Jocie’s eyes smiled as she looked at it, and that did me some good, I love helping when I can. Jocie was the only person in the whole of Winwood Heights, who called to see how I was when I got back home after the stroke. Bless her ♥. She was looking so much better today. I am so pleased to be of use, too!

I spent some more hours, starting this blog going; interspersed with varying modes of wee-wees having to be taken.

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B That humming noise was heard again. It seemed to be all around, and even with the hearing aids out, I couldn’t help but listen to it. It put a stop to my already limited concentration, and I got cooking my dinner. I suppose it could be the wind being in a particular direction? But maybe not, there were no gusts, and the noise was continuous.

WDA 200.0.06Sat07 Oh6Sat18b, ‘eck! Putting the chips in the oven, and the damned hand and arm started its Axonotmesis inspired dancing and jerking! Naturally, the tray was dropped, and with the door being open, the chips fell out and down into the less than hygienic opening to the floor underneath! I got down on the knees and retrieved them, at least I think all of them, and had to dish them in the bin, and start again!

6Sat18bWD 200.0.0B The getting back up, was most trying and painful. I used the method as shown me by the nurses, but the agonising effort, still started off Anne Gyna, Back-Pain-Brenda, Duodenal Donald, and Arthur Itis! Consequently, my EQ told me the dropping and painful getting up from the floor, were two of three – things always come in threes! I wish I had listened! Aches, discomfort, pains, and feeling a right fool now!

6Sat18bWDA 200.0.0 By6Sat28 the time I’d got the fresh load of chips in the oven, I needed another wee-wee, this one was of the LHBLBWW (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting like Wee-Wee). I went to check on the chips, and foolishy thought they could do with some turning over… The ointment again bubbled on the skin after my applying it!

6Sat29I eventually got settled to eat the meal. The chips came out alright, tasty, in fact! A bit of a treat. Cheesy potatoes as well, with garden peas, tomatoes, dried-onions and a beef pasty. Followed by a lemon mousse. Half-way through, and Josie rang the door both of the door chimes. ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫. She was returning the cleaned cutlery and plate, bless her. She said how she loved it, and I was spoiling her! ♥ I returned to the £300, c1968, grotty-beige, antiquated,  third or fourth-hand recliner, to finish the meal.

Erm… an hour or so later, I found myself nibbling at some Cheesy Curls! Guilty Mode Adopted!

Anne Gyna stopped my getting to sleep early, and I put the TV on. When I did nod-off, I slept for… wait for it. Eight Hours! Amazing for me, I must have needed it?

Inchcock Today – Saturday 22nd June 2019: Whopsiedangleplopitis today!

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2019 June 22

Saturday 22nd June 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 22 Mehefin 2019

02:35hrs. I wok5Fri24e with a determination, rekindled, reignited, rejuvenated, to stop my ever-increasing weight the last few days! Perhaps I’d been dreaming about it, but I cannot recall for sure. I was confident that the oleogustusness of the body had shot up, (not surprising eating meal such as last nights veritable feast – photo right), as I freed the torso from the £300, c1968, ancient, grotty beige coloured rickety recliner. So sure, that I decided to weigh myself, expecting the worse.

As I was using the stick to gain my balance and get up, it became evident that the need for a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne meant a diversion to the wet room. The damaged toe was far less bother and painful this morning, but I still tried to take care not to have toe-stubbings anymore than I could! No dancing leg, shoulder or arm, cheered me up a tad. But the hand was playing up a bit. Which did cause me some worry. As I got myself gently settled onto the Porcelain Throne. (Naturally, Hehe!) The evacuation went well, only the slightest spot of bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, and things were far less messy.

WD 0.0.255c Then a wash and off to the spare (junk) room to weigh my enormously elephantine wobbly body. The mystery of the disappearing scales confused me for a while. After faffling around searching, moving the three and the four-wheeled trolleys, stacks of boxes of Protection Pants, knocking over one of the metal hanger racks, and picking up the togs and replacing them, I found the scales. They were nestled in a corner, under a pile of clothes to take to the Charity Shop? I dug them out and adjusted the setting, so they were correct, and cautiously stood on them… Well, it was not a bad as I thought it would be,  but still up on the last weighing. Although lower than before the stroke, at 14st-9lb. So, the stone I’d lost had gone down to about 9-10lb, I think. So, today onwards, I must try to eat a little less, every bit uneaten must be to my advantage? Semi-Guilty-Mode adopted.

Back to the wet room, for another wee-wee, and what a wee-wee this one was! I didn’t time it, but it must have been close to a record time-wise. But it was only trickling out 6Sat01again, and stinging a bit as it did so. A new classification for this one, a DTPLWW (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wee) Humph!

WD 0.0.255c I took a picture of the poor old stubbed-toe, not an excellent one, mind, the fingers and hands untimely started jumping and the electric-shock-like dancing at that time. Tsk! 

Then, I noticed a concern that 6Sat09bothered me a smidge. It looked like the ankle ulcer was coming back. Well, it looked like it to me, I could see the colouring coming on like it did last and the first time. I could feel the same tingling sensation from it as before, just before the growth bursting out?

Fingers-crossed that I am wrong. Mind you, if I recall it rightly, that time, it took me two weeks to get to see the Doctor, who got nurse Ann to bandage it, telling me not to go back, but replace the cream and bandage myself. Made an appointment at some Health Centre, the first one that can see me and is free will be used. Four weeks later, I got a letter appointment to go to the Mary Potter Health Centre, the date was in another fortnight. So, after the leg ulcer appeared, they had like a shot, got me an appointment within two months! Hahaha! Not funny, really, is it? The ulcer had all but cleared up by the time I got there (Which was a struggle, with the clinic not having a bus service that goes near it, Huh!). Then they diagnosed the Axonotmesis and Peripheral Neurosis nerve damage, told me there was nothing they could do about it, and eventually, I will lose the use of the leg and possibly the arm and hand as well. There is no diacatholicon. I remember thanking them! I got myself side-tracked and waffled on a bit there, Sorry!

6Sat10Got the health-checks done and medications taken.

The readings looked much betterer this jolly sunshine-coming-out morning. With, Sys 120, Dia 64, Pulse 74 and Temperature at 34.9°c: Decent looking figures for once?

A bit of a red sky showing. ‘Red sky in the 6Sat06morning, Shepherds Warning’ – I checked on the weather for today on Google. Possible thunderstorms around 16:00 hrs! But not much rain until the early hours of tomorrow morning.

I got on with updating the Friday Inchcock Today. Not too hard a job, the dancing and jumping from the hands, fingers, arm and shoulder was not too bad at the moment. And with so few photographs to publish, I got it done and sent off in almost a record time.

WD 0.0.255c I had to go for a wee-wee, I was using the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee bucket) by now. They were all of the new DTPLWW (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wee) variety, this one had a tiny bit of blood in it. I may have caught ‘something’ against the top edge, though. 

I hand-washed the t-shirt and, left them soaking for a while.

I went to make a brew, and about to take a few shots out through the unwanted, dangerous, hard-to-reach and clean kitchen windows, the ones with the thick plastic light & view-blocking frames, and changed my mind. I went out on the balcony to take a few shots of the Sunday morning views without a single tellurian in sight.

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WD 0.0.255c I closed the windows without an injury. It was when I was gathering the walking stick to come back into the flat, that it dawned on me, that I had taken these photographicalisations… with no clothes on underneath the open dressing gown! Coy-embarrassment Mode Engaged! Thank heavens there were no people around! Phew and faugh! I just pray there were no photographers out there, laughing!

WD 0.0.255c I made up a template and got on with today’s creation. The fingers were now getting worse. They were so bad that I tried the ‘Talking to them’, as proposed by Sonia and Caroline. Amazingly it seemed to work, or perhaps they were ready to ease off? No telling, really. But they soon started again, and I swore at them… then again, I usually do this on bad sessions, Humph!

WD 0.0.255c I needed another wee-wee, and the bucket was so full, I decided to take it for emptying and being disinfected. And, damn-well stubbed my toe en route to the wet room! Argh and Asdfghjkl!

This led to a real shocker of a discovery! A fear-indu6Sat08cing moment! Oh, Gawd-blimey, yes!

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Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles!

As I passed the corner stand, I noticed how dusty that my Auntie Kath’s old Snoopy-type ‘Porcelain Peter’ ornament dog had gotten.

I immediately collected him to clean and took him into the kitchen, placing him in the bowl and filling it with hot soapy water

The will-power sank – they are back, I lamented to myself, adding some naughty words in frustration!

After the initial shock, I found that only one of the weevils was alive?

They all came from inside the pottery. I returned to investigate around the corner shelf stand. But could see no more of the cursed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles EIBWBBBs. I’m all confused now! They felt fresh, not dried out, but all but one that came out in the water were dead?

I can’t remember what time of year they started to wake up in 2018. I pray that they do not start over with their invasion again. Oh, Dangwangles! I checked to see that I had plenty of the bug-killer spray in stock, which thankfully, I had! Mind you, the side-effects of that spray might have helped give me the stroke? I’m even more confused now!

WD 0.0.255c I made another brew, and the ear-holes were itching, and I decided to put some olive oil in them. I was scratching a little, and the blighted fingers started to jump and dance about, and I cut the ear lip with the fingernail! Is it worth carrying on? Hehehe!

I cleaned up and got back to the computer with the mug of tea, and started this blog writing. Eventually getting up to here.

Then I went on the WordPress Reader. Only 08:00hrs now, not having to do Josie’s cheesy potato meal has saved me some hours today, but of course it will cost me some tomorrow. But I was disappointed in the lateness of being adviced of the change of day, but the gal didn’t know her family were going to invite her on the trip to some grand mansion. (blown if I can remember the name of it now. I’m not surprised, though! Haha!

I went to replace the mug of tea that I’d let go cold.

WD 0.0.255c I’d left the damned hot water tap (faucet) running. It had, of course, gone cold. So now, I had eight hours to go before any hot water was available. A showerless stinking day! I pondered over what I could cook for the meal, that would not need a lot of cleaning. I decided that some battered sausages could be oven baked in a foil dish and some baked beans in a saucepan that could be left in soak afterwards, in a kettle of boiled water. So I set about opening (ring-pull) a can of beans… I dropped the ring-pull, bent down leaning on the stick and side of the sink to pick it up… and the flaming arm and shoulders went into one of their dance routines. Which meant I spilt the beans on the floor!

WD 0.0.255c It gets better: I got down to clean up the mess, and struggling up, in what I thought was a careful manner, I clouted the back of my head on the shelf edge!

Good God, it’s not 10:00hrs yet, and I am already a physical and nervous wreck! Lost the scales! Then been talking to my fingers, hand, arm and shoulder! Stubbed my poor toe again! Having a new variety of DTPLWWs (Dribbling-Trickling-Painful-Long-Wee-wees) to contend with. Discovered another leg ulcer coming up! Suffered the Peripheral Neurosis inspired results of dancing fingers, hand, arm, leg and shoulder! I’ve done involuntary flashing while photographicalisationing from the balcony! Cut my ear hole! Discovered invading cursed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles. Spilt half a can of baked beans on the floor! Clouted my head on the kitchen drainer!  Ran the hot water away! And, there is still so long left for more cockups and disasters!

WD 0.0.255c And now, Horrible Herbert above has started his knocking and banging about!

And what help does one get? “You must be more careful!” Phwert! The Axonotmesis and Peripheral Neurosis dancing right-limbs at any time, the Stroke-induced loss of balance going. The untreated for months toes and feet don’t exactly help.

And Horrible Herbert above is still knocking and banging about! But this is acceptable, the Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/ Catwalk Model, Angela Gould says so! Which it is, of course, it’s just me getting ratty and sorry for myself over my ill-fortune today – Naughty Inchcock!

Sorry about that verbal outburst. But, things ain’t good at the moment, and there are no signs of any immediate improvement.

I made another replacement brew for another one that I let go cold. Then went on the TFZer site Facebooking. I stopped briefly to get the potatoes in the oven cooking and returned to the Facebooking for another two hours or so, then back to cheese-up the potatoes and put them back in the oven to brown off the tops.

6Sat13Some sorting of paperwork, then got the nosh served up.

I had to boil some water to leave the soaking utensils in a soak in the sink.

WD 0.0.255c I had one helluva Dizzy Dennis spell, just as got the fodder arranged on in the deep dish. Thankfully, only a short one. It’s a good job I had the stick with 6Sat14me at the time.

The meal was as disappointing a one as I’ve ever made. Shame! The sausages were tasteless and fatty, the beans were overcooked and just as insipid and unappetising as the rest of the meal. I even made a mess of the cheesy potatoes! They were poorly mixed and lumpy! Shame-Mode-Engaged! Flavour rating was given, of only 4/10! Most of it was thrown away, and naughty nibbles were eaten as a substitute!

The clearing up and cleaning afterwards was fine, for the hot water had come back on, which helped de-miserablise the situation somewhat!

I had hoped to watch the two ladies football matches. The Germany v Nigeria, then the Netherlands v Australia. The first match was a cracker. The Australia (who I wanted to win) v Netherlands match, was on too late for me to stay awake!

When I got to sleep, dreams made it a restless night. Hey-Ho!

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

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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 – Wednesday 22nd May 2019: Another busy day. Four nurses and Caroline called to help me. Nice! ♥

May 20

3Wed03

Wednesday 22nd May 2019

Scots Gaelic: Diciadain 22 Cèitean 2019

WD68-54-45 Sleep? Morpheus? Rest? What’s that then? Grumblemoanweedoffandtired!

03:00hrs: I decided to stir my humongous torso from the warm-clutches of the £300, second-hand, c1968, dowdy-beige, rattling recliner. Other than the right leg and arm shaking a touch, and the feet, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both in a good mood with me. I rose and was getting my balance when an urgent wee-wee was required. A few paces to the part-filled overnight EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) and topped it up a little. Haha! Only the littlest bit, for it, was another of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) category. Still no signs of any activity in the Porcelain Throne department, although, there were a few involuntary silent, nefastous, pongy minuscule escapages of wind coming from the rear-end occasionally this morning. Could today be the day of a movement? Or, not.

I went to get the morning health checks, and medications tended to, moving the remote control onto the Ottoman – but dropped it on the floor. A mug of cold tea slipped through my fingers, splashed the glasses (spectacles),  and dropped them while cleaning them. Made a mug of tea, and the milk bottle cap shot out the shaking-electrified right hand – I still haven’t found it yet! Then, to top off the pathetic performance, I lost a few tablets taking them out of the blister packs.

3Wed01aI took a picture through the unwanted, thick-framed, multi-glass needing to be cleaned; and I cannot even reach some of them. Light and View-blocking kitchen window.

Then straight on with updating yesterday’s Inchcock. I don’t think I was making as many mistakes on the keyboard today, despite the shaking hand and electrified fingers. I finally got the blog finished and posted off.

WD68-54-45 During the updating of the Inchcock Today, I had five SSPWWs, and each time the colour was slightly different. Eventually turning from deep yellow; to a sort of pale brown, now. Well, it helps keep you from being bored. Hehe!

WD68-54-45 The ablutions were sorted out. Teggies, shave… all done, and then the Porcelain Throne was used!

I shan’t go into too much detail, but it was hard-work and somewhat uncomfortable. The evacuated product was almost black, lots of solid pieces. The blood flowed, I think from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, so some cream was applied after a sanitisationing session. Hehe! 

3Wed001The legs were looking a little worn and white, almost anaemic! Warped and pasty! Right Ankle without the strap on, all twisted outwards. Hehe!

Misshaped, knotty, one fat one thin. The knees may have looked a little less scary.

Not very healthy at all.

No wonder I’m not feeling very well this morning.

3Wed04I did some hand washing, socks and a couple of long sleeve tops. Hung the tops up on the shower rail in the wet room to dry. Socks on the warm airer.

I think that the strategy was not a good one, the shirt-tops do not seem to be drying at all. A change of ploy might be needed later on in the day if things? 

Made a start on Today’s Inchcock. But didn’t get far before the Morrison delivery arrived, around 07:20hours or so. Included amongst the purchases were some black bean & 3Wed05a1achicken meals with egg rice. They were on offer at 3 for £6.

I’d got a lot of stuff at this time. But I think I needed everything I bought.

The carer Jay arrived. He soon had the Ankle-Support fitted and told me that the carer service will shortly be costing me. I asked him how much, he said he’d try to find out for his next visit and would have a word with his boss to see if a cheaper (yet he didn’t know how much it would be earlier?) or a free service might just be available from volunteers. I thanked him, and he was off.

3Wed05a1The sun came out momentarily, and I grabbed the camera, but it had gone in by the time I took this picture. 

Caroline from the Stroke Support arrived and got to work helping with advice on getting to sleep. The phlebotomy nurse came to take the blood for the Warfarin INR test. Which she soon did, and departed in some haste. I thanked her.

Caroline carried out a sleeping questionnaire with me. Then she did another Q&A form.

She recognised that I was tired and not in my best form. The bus trip with the trolley was cancelled, and we had a little walk outside by the tree copse with the four-wheeled-trolley. I took some recycle-bottles and jars out with us and dropped them in the appropriate bin.

I enjoyed the hobble so much. Caroline even told me the names of some flowers. SHe kindly picked some and put them in my coat front pocket. The weather was warm and hardly any wind, and as I said, the walk was appreciated from Caroline, bless her. ♥

3Wed06Hobbled back with the new four-wheeled stroller to the apartment, and Caroline took a photograph of me with the flowers she had plucked for me, in my pocket. That was so nice! ♥

Don’t I look, anaemic, etiolated, anaemic, grey, pasty-faced, waxen, weak, drained, ghostly, infirm, sallow, deathly and enervated? You don’t have to agree. Hahaha!

She then called the St Anns Valley Medical Centre and discovered that they have a Nail Cutting Service available, starting on Mondays at 10:00hrs. 

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I’m not sure if they will be open on Monday next, cause it is a Bank Holiday… again!

The intercom rang again after Caroline had left. It was the Stroke Teams Physiotherapist, Charlene. This is the first time she had visited. By gum, she put me through some tough exercises. Haha! We managed a chinwag in between the agonising exercises. Hehe! She said she would ring me with the next appointment, thanked her and off she trotted.

Back to the computer, and the intercom rang again. When they arrived at the door, it was two heart nurses. They were after Audrie, it turned out she is at Winchester, not Woodthorpe Court.

3Wed07Got the meal cooking, hope it comes out alright. 

Took a snap of the wildflowers, and put them in a tub of water. Bootiful!

Got the nosh sorted out. A ready meal. Chicken in black bean sauce with Special egg fried rice. I’ve got two more (Three for £6 Special offer), to 3Wed28use on Saturday, if Josie likes black bean sauce and chicken, of course. I must ask her tomorrow. I added some extra bean sauce and some tomatoes. I ate most of it, and all of the tasty baguette!

Blooming busy day today!

Found a letter delivered. From the Division of Clinical Neuroscience! Confirming the appointment for Friday 24th at 10:00hrs. For cognitive tests, a questionnaire and a blood test. Another busy day is coming up! Is there no rest to be had? Life in my later years seems filled with habeas corpora, hassle and medicationalistical mayhem! Not to mention my losing it mentally, Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Tues 21 May 2019: A messy day – legs going all warped, dropping things, feeling… Well, never mind. TTFN

May 22

2019 Stroke 3

Tuesday 21st May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 21 Mai 2019

03:15hrs: When I woke this morning, things felt comfortabler, and life appeared and felt a little rosier. And, I could still taste last night’s Cheesy Potato on my palette. Hehe! 

WD 255.0.0 But my earlier bright outlook was dampened as soon as I moved my limbs. The fingers ends were shaking when coming into contact with anything, (this did not happen at all yesterday) had returned. Moving the remote control, pen and putting the torch on the Ottoman, resulted in my dropping each one!

I got out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, uneasy on the eye grotty-beige, rickety recliner with relative ease. But bending down to retrieve the dropped items was not easy. Humph!  This caused my temperament to be obrumpent with frustration, after seconds earlier, feeling so… what are the words? ‘Optimistic, that things were improving.’ Ah, well!

WD 255.0.0 I needed to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and what a wee-wee came forth, of the LBHPWW (Long-Blasting-Hosepipelike-Wee-wee) variety of old! All over in a few seconds, but by gum there was a lot released in a hurry. Hehe! Changed colour too, a deepish orange today. (Well, it creates a bit of interest!) I cleaned the EGPWWB, rinsed, and made a brew of tea.

As I got the computer on, another wee-wee demand arrived, and off to the wet room for this one. Well, well, back to the SWWW (Short-Weak-Wee-wee) mode. But the colour remained orangeish. Washed and back to the computer.

I checked the Google calendar. Had to update the Carer calling times from 07:00>08:00hrs to 07:00> 09:00hrs. Add the Morrison Delivery and the next Stroke Team call. Then added the Audi clinic appointment for June!

Typing is more than a drudge and somewhat frustrating. The jumping fingers are making more and more corrections necessary. Causing adscititious hassle. Kine-Ahora!

2Tue01I went to make another brew of tea to replace the one that went cold. As I was about to take a photo of the view through the unwanted, extra glass to be cleaned and I can’t reach to do so, thick-framed, light & view-blocking new kitchen window, that needs the use of the step ladders to see anything below to photograph; and a crow flew into view. I got back on the computer and emailed the picture to the TFZ’s Lona. It’s not very big in the piccy, but she does love them, crows. An English bird for her. X

Knocking noises aplenty from up above.

08:00hrs: Carer Jay arrived. He soon had the Ankle-Support strapping on for me and was shortly off on his way.

WD 255.0.0 I started to finalise the Monday diary. A real hassle with the right-hand fingers being so jerky. Almost looked like I was having an electric shock. The right leg is sometimes almost stamping the foot on it own accord at times? After a week or two, (Joking!) I got it finished and posted. Hahaha! Only three wee-wees during the hours of my doing the diary, all of the SWWW variety.

2Tue07No signs of any interest from innards to use the Porcelain  Throne. Odd, this is!

I got some bobble caps and bamboo socks washed in the liquid soap powder.

WD 255.0.0 Quick change of subject here – I found the missing not working new hearing aids! They were in the white porcelain crock-pot in the picture at the back.

A 2Tue06natural place to look for them, but I didn’t on the earlier searches. Hehe!

Getting them dry is going to be a problem. I went down to the laundry room, but both dryers were in use.

So back up, and got them on the slow-airer-dryer thingy. I need to keep going and moving the clothes around to share what heat there was available. Tsk!

Knocking noises aplenty from up above.

Next, I got a good scrub up, shave, shower, etc. After the shave and teggies, I realised how bad the floor was in the wet room. So I got the mop out and gave it as good clean as I could. No Whoopsiedangleplops! Then got the shower.

The legs were not a pretty sight. Haha! Deep Vein Thrombosis, the cause?

2Tue03

2Tue05The knocking noises keep sounding on and off as I moved the clothes around and made a brew. It might be some noisy repair work going on.

I took a snap of the view from the unwanted, unliked, trouble bringing dangerous new kitchen windows.

Sister Jane rang, and I thought someone was knocking at the door and rang off. But it from up above again. Hehe! I rang her back to finish the chinwag so she could tell me of the stuff the Doctor had given for her eyes. The problem is called Blepharitis, I looked it up on Google and emailed the results to her. Hope it works out alright for her.

2Tue09WD 255.0.0 Moved the togs around the airer again. With the shaking hands, the things kept getting shaken and knocked off, and I ended up using some naughty language as I annoyed myself. Humph!

WD 255.0.0 Still there were no signs of any Porcelain Throne needs. But, the innards are beginning to feel somewhat bloated. Oh, dearie me!

Knocking noises aplenty from up above.

Caroline and Sonia from the Stroke rehabilitation arrived. A how-to-get-up-after-a-fall lesson was given. The leg was still shaking occasionally, but no problem. Caroline tried to call the foot lady for me. No connection? She will try again later, and let me know what’s what on Wednesday, bless her cotton socks.

Sonia off for two weeks for the kids holiday. Caroline is calling in the morning. The sweet INR blobotaminist, phlebotomist blood nurse, is calling tomorrow as well. She rang after the girls had gone, to confirm her appointment with me.

2Tue10aI got the nosh started.

Black beans with peppers and beef in the saucepan, balsamic vinegar, extra gravy, tomatoes and some chips on the oven. And some Polish sourdough bread thawed out from the freezer.

WD 255.0.0 I didn’t eat it all, the ever-changing appetite had gone back to the less-hungry mode. Although I started off, feeling peckish, this deteriorated to a ‘Not-Really-Bothered’ style. Huh! However, it was not the best tasting of noshes I’ve made, so it’s understandable.

2Tue10The washing up afterwards was a long session.

WD 255.0.0 No cuts, but I managed to drop the saucepan, big spoon and dining spoon while doing the pots. Got down to clean the floor afterwards, and amazingly I got up almost without any bother, although it took me a long time to do so. Hehehe!

I had to stay awake for when the Chemist brought the prescriptions for the Atorvastatin and the proton pump inhibitor, Lansoprazole. (Yes, I looked it up, Haha!)

WD 255.0.0 I failed to remain conscious and fell asleep. Luckily the headphones were not worn, and I heard, even without the knackered hearing aid in, the intercom ringing when he arrived. Javid did not look very happy, so I tried to cheer him up with a few quick quips, and a dimple-smile – which failed. Humph! Thanked him and added the medications to the evening dose pot, and imbibed them all.

WD 255.0.0 I got back down in the shaky, beyond its best, £300 second-hand, rickety, c1968, gungy-beige recliner. But sleep would not come. I suppose, with the lack of being able to get out and about having lasted for so long, I should not be surprised really. I hope to get out with the four-wheeled-trolley tomorrow with Caroline. I’ll ask her if it is possible for me to keep both aids, the three and the four-wheeled, so I can use the three-wheeler for going on the bus, and the four-wheeler for walking? I’ll see if I can muster up the cheek to ask Caroline.

It was ages before I nodded-off, which unfortunately gave the mind time to fret over anything and everything. Glumph!

TTFN each, have a great day folks!

Inchcock Today – Monday 20th May 2019: Oddlimost day – Good and bad… life innit?

May 23

2019 May 19

Monday 20th May 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 20. Svibnja 2019

1Mon02WD128.0.0 03:25hrs: Morpheous, Morpheous, sweet Morpheous, where for art thou? Well, certainly not in the £300 second-hand, c1968, tatty-beige, rickety recliner in Woodthorpe Court! That’s for certain. Humph!

Any hopes of getting some sleep were abandoned, and I removed my oleogustus body out of the rusty but trusty, recliner. And, after a few seconds looking around, I remembered I had misplaced the stick. As I got in the hallway, there on the first clothes-hook, hung the naughty walking stick! In plain view! What a schmuck! How I missed it on my searching, I don’t know, but I was glad I found it. I utilised it and got in and on the Porcelain Throne.

1Mon06WD128.0.0 Oh, heck! What a painful, slow, drawn-out action. Still, at least things are starting to move now, slowly. The following wee-wee was of the rare SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like-Wee-wee) variety, for a change.

I took a snap of the amazing view outside. The sun and the shadows.

I got the computer on, and finished off the Sunday blog, and posted it off.

The following wee-wees were all of the SPWWW (Short-Painful-Weak-Wee-wee) mode. But not so frequent.

7Sun26I carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.

Back to the wet room, for an uncharacteristic Porcelain Throne session. An entirely different one compared to the first one earlier. Absolutely no movement at all, just wind. Despite all my excruciating, unpleasant, best trying-to-force things efforts. Not even any wind. Hehe!

I did the ablutions while in the wet room. Teggies, shaved, washed, dried, and made myself smell nice. The right leg began to shake just as I was getting the Sock-Glide ready. I decided after yesterdays Whoopsiedangleplop/Accifauxpa, to leave the socks on from Sunday. Too risky. The carer might help me later. (He didn’t)

WD128.0.0 I was still feeling a little rough around the edges. Of course, the shaking stopped when I got back on the computer! Oy vay, and Flumbleflak! With the new pains, well, aches in the feet, extra shaking and generally my feeling worse, I checked out the side effects of the Antibiotic tablets.

WD128.0.0 1Mon01aThe more common side effects of nitrofurantoin can include: Agranulocytosis; alopecia; anaemia; angioedema; aplastic anaemia; appetite decreased; arthralgia; asthenia; chest pain; chills; circulatory collapse; confusion; cough; cyanosis; depression; diarrhorea; dizziness; drowsiness; dyspnoea; eosinophilia; euphoric mood; fever; granulocytopenia; haemolytic anaemia; headache; hepatic disorders; idiopathic intracranial hypertension (Thanks to the Stroke); increased risk of infection; leucopenia; lupus-like syndrome; nausea; nystagmus; pancreatitis; psychotic disorder; pulmonary hypersensitivity; pulmonary reaction (possible association with lupus erythematosus-like syndrome); respiratory disorders; skin reactions; Stevens-Johnson syndrome; thrombocytopenia; urine discolouration; vertigo; vomiting; nausea; loss of appetite; stomach pain; numbness in your hands and feet; pain in your hands and feet; weakness; dizziness; drowsiness; red blood cell damage; liver problems; nerve disorders; nerve damage.

Most unfathomable, I seem to have had a lot of these side-effects before taking the medication? I imagine the lack of sleep can be put down to the Nitrofurantoin, as maybe the nerve damage making the right leg and arm jerk about and shake more now, the Axonotmesis and or Peripheral Neuropathy, as well? The Mary Potter nurses told there is no chance of redivivus for the nerve ends. By golly, I sound almost intelligent here. Hahaha!

WD128.0.0 I’m not a franion, but things will be, and nothing can be done, accepting things that cannot be changed, I find comfortable enough. Yet I worry and fret over anything to do with authority, banks, shops etc. I don’t know why I said that?

07:29hrs, the Carer, Jay arrived. In and out within a few minutes, Ankle-Support-Strapping all done.

I then felt a little down because there are not any more callers coming today. Well, the Medical Compliance Service is to call me to arrange a visit. I wondered what this title meant, so I had a look on Google. It’s a well-paid job, at least! Egad!

Still none the wiser 1Mon07as to what they do, though. But I’ll find out if and when he/she comes.

Off for yet another rather unpleasant SPWWW, again.

Time for a Nitrofurantoin, I  took it with some spring water.

I’m still dropping things a lot today. Nerve ends, I suppose. But it is vexing, all the same.

I have to stay in, in case the MCS Medical Compliance Service ring me to make an appointment. I could do with somebody with me when they come, but no one is available. Then again, will they call at all?

Got a landline call from a Stroke Team lady, (missed her name). She will be calling around 13:00hrs today to see me.

I went on TFZer Facebooking to catch up with them, and add some photographs.

1Mon07aThen, I took the Nitrofurantoin and made another brew.

The right leg still shaking now and then.

I was thinking of taking a picture of the legs, and for some reason: 16th-century Galligaskin Breeches came to mind; as a perfect partner to go with the longer bamboo diabetic socks? Just a passing thought.

WD128.0.0 I went on blogging, and everything froze on me in WordPress? A yellow bar came up, telling me that Grammarly was causing the machine to go slow. I could not type anything, so I closed the option to stop Grammarly. I looked in Chrome extensions, and it said that Grammarly was enabled. But when I opened it again, no Grammarly was available. After much-complicated efforts, I got a message to explain the problem to Grammarly. (This being half-an-hour later) Then it came back on again. Incapable and not intelligent-enough, springs to mind as a description for Inchcock! I am desperately short on Mazel Tov!

Leoni, from the Medical Compliance Service, arrived. She sorted the prescriptions out for me, then rang the Chemist to try and get a date for the blister-pack delivery of medications. The man who does the blister-packs is on holiday so he could not say? But the make-up of the new intermediate medicines for the shortfall should arrive in a couple of days. Very hit & miss, undivinable and iffy, that!

A confused Inchcock, again now! Nice lady, I thanked her, and off she shot.

I had an SPWWW, a wash, and the intercom rang. It was Kelly from the Stroke Unit Support. Then the door chimes burst forth with Dusty Springfields ♫I only want to be with you♫. She’d come to interview me about how things were, recovery-wise. We had a productive long chinwag, and she had ordered me a shower chair with a back on it, to be more comfortable. She then contacted the Audio Clinic and made an appointment for me. Bless her cotton socks.

I got the nosh cooking and called to see if Josie would like some cheesy-potatoes. She had a visitor and was going to go shopping. I said I’d wrap her potato in foil and she could collect it whenever she wanted.

Went on the WordPress Reader section.

Got the noshes sorted. Wrapped Josies in foil, and continued to demolish mine. A ate the lot. Which surprised me with my recent poor eating mixed with devouring all of the meal, almost alternately.

1Mon07c

Watched some TV, but didn’t want to fall asleep, with Josie calling and miss her. But I did nod-off. Woke up and worried that I may have missed the gal, I got her plate and visited her flat; all of the three paces from my apartment door. Handed her the prandicle, and she asked if she could do one for me, and what would I fancy. I said I’d have to give it some thought, she laughed, and I left her, wishing her well.

Back to the flat, and resumed my place in the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner.

1Mon07dGot up a while later to make a brew of tea, and noticed I had been nocturnal (for me) nibbling, and an empty bag of Marmite Crisps on the Ottoman! Guilty Mode Assumed!

Took a shot of the amazing looking sky from the unwanted, light & view blocking, impossible to get to for cleaning, thick edged kitchen window.

Sleep did not want to come anymore, but I did get-off later.

And as far as I could tell, no wee-wees of any classification were needed? The Nitrofurantoin seems to be helping, or not, I’m not sure. Sad innit?

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 – 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!