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 – Sunday 12th May 2019: Bad Whoopsiedangleplop, cut my thumb. What next? Tsk!

May 12

2019 May 12

Sunday 12th May 2019

Hawaiian: Lune 12 Mei 2019

WD 0.0.255c 05:15hrs. I reluctantly woke, despite having had a good six hours sleep, I still felt so tired. I spent a few moments deep in uhtceare, the mind stewing away. The dysania was beaten. I disentangled my plump body-mass from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and got up on my feet. This was a painful operation, like the toes and feet, were hurting so, and the legs (Arthur Itis) were too! Getting to stand upright almost brought a cry of agony from me. Indeed, some quietly spoken curse words emanated from within, through gritted teeth. And that’s not easy when you only have few teggies left. Hehe!

This sudden activity was in response to a call to the Porcelain Throne. Maybe the Senna would be successful this morning. I limped taking care not to allow the ankle to go over this time and got to the WC, and hastily dropped them: then deposited my bottom on the Porcelain Throne (Well, plastic as it is now, Hehehe).

WD 0.0.255c7Sun01 The discomfort of getting the movement to start was memorable for its extremeness! But once this did activate, it was all over within seconds. To be followed by an LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee). I can’t recall taking so long in my life.

The legs were showing great albedineity again. Although maybe not as bad so. Then again, perhaps they were?

A long time later, I cleaned things up and had a wash. A change of clothes, and off to the kitchen to take the medications. Decision time again. I’m not anywhere near as confident in making choices than I was before the Stroke; Not that I was all that sure back then. Huh! Do I take a Senna or not with the morning doses? Had things finally freed-up? I chickened-out and didn’t take a Senna after all. What a ditherer!

A good bout of sneezing shook me up, they were a bit vicious. The right-hand fingers-ends were shaking when they came into contact with anything. I don’t know why I mentioned this; it is a regular occurrence. Took the doses of conventional medicines.

I needed another what I thought was an urgent wee-wee, but it wasn’t. This time it was in the SWDWW (Short-weak-dribbling-wee-wee) style.

7Sun02Checked the Ankle-Support I’d washed and hung to dry. It seemed suitable to wear, dry enough just about. Got it out ready for the Carer.

On more bout of sneezing, that lasted a little longer.

I got on the computer to add photos and update and finished. Then posted the Saturday diary.

WD 0.0.255c Typing is not going to be easy today. The nerve ends in the fingers are a bit jittery. Still, correcting errors had become a way of life since I got home. And today’s persistent, ever-present mind waffling isn’t helping. Oy Vey!  Then went on the WordPress reader. I made a start on this blog up to here. 07:20hrs. No carer yet, he’s not late though, it is still within the time range. I wondered if I had made a cock-up when telling yesterdays carer that I will have to cancel Mondays help, as I will be out on my way to the Audio Clinic when they are due to arrive. All, very convoluted innit? Life! Tsk!

Went on CorelDraw to do the graphics for tomorrows post. Didn’t get far with it at all, the Carer called at 07:50hrs. He’s got the better of the Ankle-Support and had it fitted within minutes. I confirmed the cancellation of tomorrows visit. Explaining the appointment to get the hearing aids needed attending, and showed him the timing for the bus and meeting. He confirmed it had been put off.

7Sun11Got the kettle on and made a brew. I checked out the prescription availability stock. I have only enough medications for one week, up to next Monday! Doing these checks.

WD 0.0.255c I had to have three more pathetic, dribbling SWDWWs. I did take an extra Senna and one Furesomide.

Red sky in the morning – Shepherds warning?

Another SWDWW. I think we can take it that these were coming thick and fast, but very slowly, all day long? Humph!

Made a brew again, and back to the CorelDraw to create the graphics for tomorrow’s Inchcock Today. Two hours later, I had got two templates ready to use. Phew! THree wee-wees during this period. But the last one was more like an LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee) So, I thin the Furesomide is working to free things? I do not like having to take drugs just so I can wee-wee or do something on the Porcelain Throne, but still, needs must I suppose.

I tried the Plastic Topped Throne. But the Senna seems to have stopped working, all I got was a little wind. Humph! 

When I had cleaned up and gone to the kitchen, I wondered why it felt so warm in there. Then I remembered that when I washed the ankle-support last night and hung it to dry, I had increased the night-rate heater to help with the drying job, and had forgotten to turn it down again. Fancy that, me forgetting something. Haha!

I got the mushroom flavoured with some balsamic vinegar and Hoisin sauce, and got the slow cooker going. The finger ends were still getting the shakes and lack of feeling when I used them, especially when typing. And the sneezing spells kept showing up. Ah-well!

I must get a good shower t clean the crassulent body-mass, and scrub-up later, to save time in the morning. I shan’t do it too early so the shave will last longer.

7Sun11aI went on the TFZer Facebooking next. Plenty of knocks and bangs from above this morning?

Managed, hours and hours later, to complete a draught blog.

WD 0.0.255c Had a look to see if I could mend the rattling handlebar on the trolley-walker. Gave up again!

7Sun12Got the nosh prepared. Fries (Chips). Mushrooms and tomatoes. Ate nearly all of it, and had two slices of Polish Sourdough bread!

I turned off the computer and settled down with a drink of spring water.

Fell asleep for an hour or so.

WD 0.0.255c Put the TV on, but the headphones had broken and were not working!.

I decided it would be a good idea to ready things for the morning, and went through things I had to remember: Bus fare and times – Audio Clinic Cards, etc. Then I set about taking a shower shave etc.

WD 0.0.255c Which is when it all went wrong for me. I tried to fit the new sink plug, and realised I had bought the wrong size! Trying to mend the old one and gave myself a nasty slice cut on the thumb, that I can’t stop bleeding. Tried aftershave and Daktacort, then three plasters that were soaked straight away, and finally pads and giant plaster, then same again with soak pads underneath.

7Sun15Due to the shakes in the right hand, I reckon. Humph!

I put a plaster on it and continued shaving, teggies and took the shower. But the bleeding was unstoppable.

A right bloody mess all over the wetroom, shower curtain, WC and sink, walls… and me. You get the idea?

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The last dressing, I put on extra-tight.

I rang on Josie’s door to ask her if she had any plasters, as I have used all my stock up. Oy Vey! She suggested I keep my thumb-up. Hahaha!

WD 0.0.255c Huh, blood on the keyboard now. Huh!

I went on Facebook to report my lastest Whoopsedangleplop. Haha!

Well and genuinely tired-out now, but I think the bleeding is getting slower now.

Onto the £300 second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner, in search of sleep.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 11th May 2019: Wee-Weeing ruled the day – but chinwagged with Josie.

May 11

Busy Week Coming Up – Humph!

Saturday 11th May 2019

Maori: Rāhoroi 11 o Mei 2019

02:45hrs. Woke up and escaped out of the second-hand, £300 c1968 rickety recliner to utilise the overnight-half-filled EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket). A PDTSAOWW (Painfull-Dribble-Trickle-Spray-all-over-Wee-wee) class one. I anticipate struggling to pass all day again, on and off, mostly on.

Memories of the nightmare-dreams flickered into and out-of-the brain-box. Positive recall for once I think, but they faded as fast as they came to me. Tsk! I felt they were of an unpalatable-nature, though, with some touches of fear involved somewhere.

I cleaned and disinfected the EGPWWB, and had a shower, shave, cleaned the teggies, got the bamboo-socks on, using the glide, and had a failed attempt on the Porcelain Throne. Come think of it; it should be the ‘Red Cross Supplied Raised Plastic Porcelain Throne with the Rusty Metal Supports that Wobble’ to be right, nowadays. But it’s too big a mouthful to use. Hehe!

Got dressed then I took the morning medications. Taking an added Senna to hopefully move things in the rear exit department; it’s been a day or two since any successful evacuation has taken place. And the last wee-wee encourager-tablet from the Care Home. Hey-Ho!

The legs and arms were beginning to give me some sudden bother from Colin Cramps and Arthur Itis. So I applied some Fenbid Pain Killer on bothering knees, shins, feet, and wrists. The feet and toes were stinging badly, too, but they need the Chiropodist’s visit badly.

6Sat02Put the new socks on, using the sock-glide. They are shorter than the others. The legs seemed a little more blotchy and bloated than of late.

During this process, three more PDTSAOWWs (Painfull-Dribble-Trickle-Spray-all-over-Wee-wees) were passed. In total, maybe 5 messy-fluid ounces. Haha!

I updated the Notes for the nurse’s visit.

Another wee-wee, now in the form of an RPDDWW (Reluctant, Painful-Dri-Drip-Wee-Wee).

I started this post, and then finalised the Friday one and posted it off.

I felt the most welcome need for the Porcelain Throne! So, off to the wet room. Partial success, but at a high cost! It took me about twenty minutes to get things started, then half-way through, I did some of the crossword book puzzles, while I waited for some sort of completion. (Not agony, but it was painful) When things were over, surprisingly it was a messy affair with only a tiny… Well, ever mind! 

The cleaning up afterwards took another twenty-minutes, oh what a state! The new socks felt very loose and thin, but they were comfy, and warm enough. 6Sat01

After another RPDDWW, I hobbled to the kitchen to make another brew of tea.

Espying the amazing looking orange/red quarter moon in the sky, I got the camera and took this shot of it. I had to make five efforts to get the picture something like it really was. This was due to the right-side shakes from Dizzy Dennis, and or the Axonotmesis.

06:55hrs. Awaiting the carer to put the Ankle-Protection Strap on for me.

0720hrs. Titivating on this blog, and made a mug of tea. 07:35hrs. A new carer arrived. He soon mastered the Ankle-Retention-Strapping. I’d got the socks on. So, no need for any help with anything else. I mentioned about the appointment with the Audio Clinic on Monday and cancelled the carer for that day. I’ll have to leave the Ankle thingy and socks on overnight? I dare not ask them to call, in case they arrive late, and I might miss the bus into town. I’ll do it now,  I must sort out the bus timings and fare needed.  All sorted, (I hope), Stop S48 (Winchester Street, Time Monday 13th May 2019: 07:225hrs, Fare £2.30!

Another wee-wee, now in the form of an RPDDWW. Better get things ready to go to Sherwood for some bits.

6Sat03Took some black bags on the way out, deposited them in the rubbish chute. And down and out, called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. A few residents about, who were taking a peek at the cheapo-out-of-date-vegetables on sale. Some of the residents’ panel in there as well. No one was interested in chinwagging, apart from Mary. Lady asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee. I declined and thanked her. So I had a walk outside to get used to the three-wheeled-trolley-guide for ten minutes or so, up and down the road. When the bus arrived it was a Bestwood bound one, that and I and many others needed. And some nattering began, which I enjoy.

WD 0.0.0a Dropped off in Sherwood and went into the Post Office shop. Got an egg sarnie for breakfast, a Polish sourdough slice loaf and a bottle of spring water. I dropped the bread putting it in the trolley, and a lady picked it up for me. Again a stranger asked me if I was alright, and told me I looked pale! Hehe! Bless her for the help.

I departed, out and across the road and into the Wilko shop. I came out with a bottle of liquid soap powder (which seems to clean the ankle-support, well), a can of deodorant, and a sink plug. The finding of the sink plug was interesting. After walking around and searching without any luck, I thought I’d try to find someone to ask their location. I bumped into a neighbour, Malcolm, and asked him if he knew where they were, and he guided me back to where I first looked, but they were electrical plugs. A good job I passed Malcolm again and ask him once more, for he found them for me. Tsk!

6Sat04To the Co-op next. They had some nice looking Piccolo tomatoes that I bought, along with two potatoes, that will do for Doris’s nibble next Saturday. I’m so glad I can do something in return, and I think Doris will accept some baked-cheesy potatoes every Saturday, now. And I love doing them. (And eating them, Hehe!) 

To the bus stop and a nattering session as about six of awaited the L9, back up to the flats.

WD 0.0.0a During the walk back from the bus stop to Woodthorpe Court, sudden fatigue overcame me, and it took me what 6Sat10seemed like aeons to get home. Ah-well!

I called at Doris’s, to remind her about the upcoming potato-feast. Back to the front room

But hunger got the better of me, and I had a snack first thing… well, after another PDTSAOWW!

6Sat09The weather brightened up, and I took a picture through the unwanted, light & view blocking, multi-glass needing cleaning that I cannot reach or get to do so, kitchen windows.

I then got the potatoes in the oven. And sat down and fell asleep in a short time.

WD 0.0.0a Woke and checked the potatoes, they were done ready for being mixed. I halved them, but split the skin in one of them. Scooped out the potatoes into a big basin, added much mature cheddar, distilled vinegar, a bit of butter, and some salt. Replaced the well-bashed up mixture, back in the husks and got them in the oven on a high heat. Kept an eye on the now three instead of four baked spud-halves. But they were well filled! Made up a nosh for Doris, two halves of cheesy-potato, and some Piccolo tomatoes, halved and salted. Then the pleasure of taking the tray to Doris. I hope she likes them.

Back to the flat, sat down and fell asleep in true style! Deep sleep! Woke up around 1740 hours, when the door chime was ringing out. It was Doris returning the washed tray bless her, and saying she enjoyed them. That made my day!

WD 0.0.0a Doris (although, I found out she is not Doris!) was with me in the kitchen, she had brought two big spuds for the next nosh, bless her! It then transpired that her name is Josie, or Josephine, Josephine or Jose. I did feel a fool! She kindly added that she responds to Doris, as well. Hahaha!

6Sat13I took the evening medications.

Then I set about taking off the Ankle-Support, it was no bother at all, I’d got it off in about fifteen minutes or so. Got it washed, using the bowl and some liquid soap flakes and hung it up. For it to hopefully dry in time for the carer coming in the morning to fit it on for me.

I got the computer on and updated this blog as far as here. Made a brew. Went on WordPress reader.

Shattered again. Late now for me. I reheated my cheesy-potato and imbibed it with a drink of spring water, then took the medications late.

Got done and settled in the £300 second-hand, c1968 rusty recliner for sleep, but the head was spinning with my faults, mistakes and bad choices made, and it was ages before I could nod-off. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Friday 10th May 2019: Min-Hobble in town to Audio Clinic. Ups and Downs, but more ups today!

May 10

2019 May 10

Friday 10th May 2019

Punjabi: ਸ਼ੁੱਕਰਵਾਰ 10 ਮਈ 2019

WD 0.0.0a 04:25hrs. Woke in dire need of the eighth wee-wee of the night! Possibly the cause of the tummy ache that had developed overnight. Months of minimal movement, now the EGPWWB, again! The PHBLWWs (Painfull-Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wees) have suddenly returned. Naturally, the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) has been re-utilised and restored to a location close to the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner. I found a couple of new expletives to silently use as well. Hehe!

I wondered to the WC, taking the EGPWWB for sanitisation with me, for yet another wee-wee of the same style as earlier. I had a wash and put on the expensive long Diabetic socks using the Sock-Glide. I’m so glad there are no CCTV cameras in the wet room, or some shots may qualify for a comedy award, or at least go viral on Facebook! Haha! 

5Fri002WD 0.0.0a Fifteen minutes after starting the socking-glide-routine, I’d got them on. A record that was! I had to sit down for a few moments to recover from the effort that I had used up. Sad! And the socks seemed to be getting much thinner after only using them twice before. Oh dear! Still, they are comfortable, even if they make the Bank Manager Unfriendly. Hehe!

Cleaned up and tidied the place, and off to the kitchen, got the kettle on, and had to utilise the EGPWWB, again! (A good job it was close to hand, too). Haha!

WD 0.0.0a The hands seemed excessively shaky this morning, but the leg was not too bad, shuddering-wise. The first time they have been acting differently of their own accord. This might be a sign of things improving; What am I saying and thinking, things improving? For me? What a plonka!

Tried to sort out the medication box status, but got all confused, it looks like I am going to run out of some medications before the next prescriptions are due? A disoriented Inchcock gave up, having come across a mind-freeze subject, I think. I must ask for help on this. Hopefully Caroline or Shona might be able to sort things for me. My brain seemed incapable of grasping my medical stuff for some reason. Took the medications and was soon making my way to the EGPWWB, again! I washed out the bucket and antisepticalised it yet again.

5Fri003aGot the nearly cold mug of tea drank up, and had a look out of the unwanted or liked new, light & view-blocking kitchen window. By gun it cold when I opened up to take a photograph!

WD 0.0.0a The view was rather attractive though, and an idea for a poem came to mine – unfortunately, the need for another EGPWWB came as well. By the time I got back to the kitchen, the memories of my idea for a poem had all gone off into the ether. Grumph!

I got things ready for the Carer’s visit to fit the Ankle-Support for me. Then onto the computer. Answered a comment on WordPress, and made a start on this blog.

WD 0.0.0a Making another mug of tea, and the ankle went over. A few well-chosen words of discontent and self-recrimination were silently uttered! Only myself to blame though. I knew I had not got the support on and had not taken the stick with me, hence the ‘self-recrimination’ part of things. What a nudnik I am!

I checked the Google Calendar to make sure I had put in the Nottingham City Hospital Appointment for June, and I had. Smug-Mode temporarily adopted! There seemed to be a lot of medical appointments for next week.

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WD 0.0.0a The Shaking Shaun affected hands and fingers, ensured I was spending more time correcting my typing, than writing it in the first place! Tsk! Ah, well!

I found that the email telling me my electricity usage for the quarter including the two months I was in the hospital or the home, had gone up by 38% on the previous one? Hmm?

06:40hrs. The late sleep-in, due to the late night, had left me a tad puzzled timewise. I had to rush a bit to get things readied for the Carer visit.

Oh, dear, a WC visit for yet another PHBLWW! I’d hoped to get to Sherwood for some food today… dare I risk it? Dare I not? Hahaha!

07:10hrs. The Carer arrived and soon had the Ankle-Support fitted. All done.

I was a little uncertain of going out what with the wee-weeing situation. But it is urgent I get to the Audio Clinic to get help with the stuck tubes and waxed up holes.

Sorted and washed the three bins, new black bags in and took the waste to the chute. Cleaned the top of the WC support. Feeling a tad weary now!

Made a small mug of tea. I mused and decided  I have to risk going out to and up Standard Hill and the Audio Centre. I put the Record Book in the jacket pocket.

Oh, dear, a WC visit for yet another PHBLWW. A minute later once again off for a wee-wee. This one was of the SWDWW (Short-weak-dribbling-wee-wee) variety. All change!

Off out, with trolley-walker and little faith of avoiding any accidents with the wee-wees. But I was wrong, and just managed to avoid any! Cheery Mode Adopted!

Angela and Roy were in the lift when it came down to me. I fear they did not look too enthusiastic this morning, but they cheered up later, thankfully. A lovely friendly couple.

Outside they sped off ahead of me to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin, where I caught up with them and some other residents before going out to catch the City bound L9 bus. Had a quick word with Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and Catwalk Model Julie, who is on her own looking after both Courts. She was a little cheerier this morning, bless her.

5Fri005A big crowd for the buses, but most of the gang got on the Sherwood bus, only a few on the City bound one.

WD 0.0.0a I noticed how pale and anaemic my hands looked as they held on to the trolley. I looked in the reflection in the window, and the face looked etiolated and ghostly as well. Ah, well, what will be, will be!

I dropped off on Queen Street and made my way laboriously and sedulously to and up Standard Hill to the Ropewalk and the Audio Clinic.

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Along Upper Parliament Street, taking care with the three-wheel trolley walker. I could not help but notice the rather sad, perhaps dejected look on many of me fellow Nottinghamians faces. Despite the weather beginning to warm up a bit.

5Fri006I took a snap of Chapel Bar as I passed it. There was a conspicuous absence of citizens about for a Friday.

I risked life an limb to cross over the Pelican lights to get on Park Row to limp up Standard Hill to get to the Audio Clinic.

I made my way carefully, with great weariness up Park Row and Standard Hill.

5Fri007I looked at the starters on show at Brown’s Restaurant. It was for starters:

Somerset Camembert toast, with Gooseberry compote for only £10.50. Duck liver parfait, red onion marmalade brioche for only £6.75. Pan-seared scallops – rhubarb, smoked pancetta and pea shoots. (I bet Sister Jane would love them, she’s into scallops, bless her).

5Fri007aA little further up the incline, and I had a rest, to et the left foot ease off a bit. The pain was not very pleasant. Due to the chiropodist not calling for so long. Although the gal, Suzie did call the day after I had the Stroke. Huh!

The handlebar on the left was annoying me with its waggling loose. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does for some reason. It’s a funny old world innit?

WD 0.0.0a Not many folks about, but a chap came to me while I was resting, and told me I was looking deathly pale and was I alright, did I need an ambulance. I thanked the man, saying things were okay thank you. He looked a little disbelieving, told me to take care and wandered off, looking back at me a few times? Not doing a lot for my confidence, this. Hehehe!

I continued5Fri007b up the hill, carefully.

Arriving at the people-less scene at the clinic, and went in, getting out my Appointment/record book. I approached a lady on the reception desk, who looked right wee’d off with life. By the time I had told her of my woe and problems, she became a lot friendlier and cheered up. She handed me some Hearing Aid Batteries I asked her for. Then I explained the problem with the actual aid, and my not being able to get the tubes off, to clear off the wax. Thus they are not much use to me, telling her I did not know if the Stroke had left my fingers too weak to remove the tubing. She made me an appointment for next Monday with an audiologist, for 0845hrs. Usually, I would be pleased with it being so early in the day and would walk from home to the session. This time decided I will catch a number 40 bus on Winchester Street. I must find out what the cost will be, and make sure I have the right cash with me and sort out the times. (Well that’s the plan, anyway, Hehe!) The lady filled in the appointment sheet for me, and I was off outside.

5Fri08WD 0.0.0a I walked back to the bus stop a different way. Taking things even steadier now, as I was going downhill. And this trolley-walker does not like going downhill at all.

There were a couple of hairy moments en route to the City Centre, Chapel Bar and level ground, but no Accifauxpas. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I called in a small Tesco and got tomatoes, a pint of milk and a box of two fresh cream eclairs. I intend to hand Doris one of them as a thank you for caring about me.

5Fri08aThrough the City Centre along Long Row.

There was a Big Issue gal outside Debenhams store; and not many folk about. So I slipped her a couple of quid.

I went up Queen Street to the top and the L9 bus stop. I timed it well for once, and the bus arrived five minutes later. I got on the bus without any hassle and got myself seated.

No 5Fri09other residents of Winwood got on at all, odd that. As the bus pulled off, I noticed the old Tall & Small clothing shop that had closed down, had opened up as The Culfather, A traditional Turkish Barbeque food outlet.

Just what we need, another takeaway in Nottingham! Considering that eleven have gone bankrupt in the City Centre already this year!

I got off at Winwood Heights, and exchange hello’s with a few people who were getting on the bus. But there was not enough time for any chinwags, as a wee-wee was needed.

I made my way as fast as I could, without risking injury to the apartment. I rang Doris’s doorbells as I unlocked my door, and handed her one of the cakes, splitting them up. Doris seemed to like it and accepted it. Pleased-Mode-Adopted.

Inside and hastened to the WC… and what a change in the wee-wee! It was an LHNCWW (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Sensation-Wee-wee), that seemed to tire me out, somehow? Ah, well, a change is as good as a rest!

Had a wash-up. Then, I got the computer on and added the Monday appointment to the Google Calendar.

Took the evening medications, and made a brew of tea.

Then got a landline phone call. “This message has been forwarded from BT… I rang off at this point. This is now several of these messages that have come through. Pete said some came in while I was in the hospital. I’ve hed three since being home. They tell me that my BT internet connection will be terminated within 24 hours if I do not ring a number within 6 hours… A con or fiddle of some sort, I assume! As I am not on BT? But it still bothers me! Has anyone else had these calls, please?

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Very, very thin Bamboo socks

I started to update this blog, and the door-chime rang out its “I only want to be with you” tune from Dusty Springfield.

It was the postman, with a parcel. (Diabetic extra-wide socks that were due to be delivered next Tuesday), and the INR-Warfarin Anticoagulation and the current Deep Vein Thrombosis results and dosages for the week. The nurse, the beautiful nurse, is due again next week to take some more blood.

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Warfarin results & dosage

As least the INR level is good this time, only .6 above the target figure.

The dosages all being the same makes things easier to remember this week.

Then Jane rang on the landline. (An unexpectedly busy afternoon/evening, Hehe!)

We had a long nattering session which I enjoyed. She had to go to get the nosh prepared for herself and hubby Peter.

5Fri014I went on the TFZer Facebooking and photo album adding.

I stood watching the rain, though the unwanted new multi-panes of glass needing cleaning, light & view blocking windows. The mind wandered, but it wasn’t missed. Hehehe!

Tended to the simple but tasty meal preparation. Baked beans flavoured with5Fri015 tomato puree, mustard, curry powder, demerara sugar and white distilled vinegar. They had been marinating most of the day, lovely flavour this time. Cooked and added some smoked streaky bacon, and did some part-baked cobs in the oven, to soak up the treat. Sliced an apple too. I’m afraid once again, the appetite was not up to the job. I left about half of it. Tsk!

5Fri016WD 0.0.0a Late for me, I settled to get some sleep. It took a while to nod off, and then the legs and feet kicked off, waking me. Arthur Itis and Colin Cramps had a go at me.

It felt as if some worms were wriggling about under the skin in the lower legs, and a little pain with it?

I took this photo in the semi-darkness.

Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.

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

May 08

2019 May 08

Wednesday 8th May 2019

Sethoso: Laboraro la 8 Mayi 2019

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

3Wed01aWd BLACK I washed and off to the medical cabinet and took a Senna (to encourage the back end) and a Furosemide (in the hope of proper flowage from Little Inchy). Made a brew of tea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caroline Sonia0935hrs: Caroline and Sonia, from the City Hospital Occupational Therapy Unit arrived. Much heavy going therapy followed, for an hour or so.

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

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

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

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

Wd BLACK T’was raining, so no photographicalisationing on the way out. Met Frank in the hut and Cyndy joined us later, and a good gossip ensued as we waited for the bus. Cyndy got on the same one as I did, (For once I caught the right bus. Hehe!) A good chinwag en route. Cyndy kindly rang hubby Eric and arranged for him to 3Wed03call around 15:30hrs, to have a look at the wobbly handlebar on the three-wheel trolley for me. That was kind!

I dropped off the bus outside Asda and went in and got the shopping. Spent £10.40, so some will-power was used. Squash, Lemon Mousse, Potatoes (hopefully to be shared with Doris again at the weekend), Butter, mushrooms, turnip, carrot, parsnip, apple, and some Milk 3Wed05a1Rolls. I sneaked one in the freezer later for Jane when she calls again, but don’t tell her! Haha! Then over the road and some of the fantastic extra large eggs, to had to Cyndy or Eric helping. Some lemon ice cream and beef steaks on offer at Fultons Foods.

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

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

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

3Wed05a1aBack at the flats and I was getting weary as I walked back to the flat. Nobody about at all, but for me it was late, and tiredness dawned.

The weather looked a bit bleak, too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Depression Mode Engaged! With good reason this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

3Wed05a2Wd BLACKPeed-off, I got the plate of unwanted food and tried to eat some it. I ate around 40% of it and didn’t enjoy any of it at all.

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

Sorry if I do sound 3Wed08ratty… but I am!

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

3Wed06I thought I was a little depressed earlier, with all that is going wrong again. Now things are getting enough to try the patience of a saint!

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

3Wed07Wd BLACK I finished the shaving and did the teggies, then got under the shower. Had a good scrub up. Afterwards, the head was still bleeding again!

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

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

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

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

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

Fed-up!

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

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2019 April 06

Friday 19th April 2019

Newell Stroke Ward to ‘The Oaks’

Residential Care Home

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 19 Ebrill 2019

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thus, I was stuck indoors for a fortnight again…

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

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Sunday 12th April to Sunday 19th

Newell Stroke Ward

French: Du Dimanche 14 Avril, au Dimanche 13

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah, well!

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

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

Sunday 7th April to Tuesday 9th 2019

Newell Stroke Ward

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More exercises throughout the day.

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

Guess what?

… To continue! (I hope!) Haha!

 

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

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

Africaans: Vrydag 5 April 2019

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks to them both.