Vital Advice for Nottinghamian Senior Citizens, Part one – In Rhyme, of sorts

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They’re dangerous, uncouth and some are blind,

The ignorant swine are uncaring, and what’s more,

They often hit you, coming silently from behind,

Leaving your hand arm or elbow, feeling sore,

They test your sanity, patience and mind,

They’ve no warning bells or horn, that’s for sure,

Belting along the pavements, they are a bind,

It’s no use if you beg and implore,

For them to leave more room, not be so unkind,

The few who reply, use sneers, curse-words obscure,

To roads and cycle paths they should be confined,

Their insults, two fingers you’ll have to endure,

Best to use your walking stick – hit ’em on the jaw!

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But that’s no solution, not a good idea, you see,

Cause they are young, fit and violence-loving,

They offer scowls and are threatening to me,

Some ride at me, I have to do some manoeuvering,

Which ain’t easy with the walker to push, you see!

Empathy, sympathy, and understanding they are avoiding,

Making this old fart, run and flee!

 Taking their photograph may get me a beating,

But don’t give up the struggle, become an attritee,

Join me on my hobbles, bring a Glock, that’s the thing!

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They don’t scare me though… well, not too much.

Alright, the law-breaking and getting-away-with-it ‘Gits’ do!

Inchcock Today – Wed 17/6/19: Criticising, moaning, irking, rankling, nitpicking, fault-finding, and complaining ruled the day. Again. Tsk!

2019 July 16

2019 July 17

Wednesday 17th July 2019

Norwegian: Onsdag 17 Juli 2019

02:25hrs. Woke and the mind-musing began instantly: I’ve got to store water today, to cover for the cut-offs promised for the day, (as I must also remember for supply interruptions for three other days to come, Tues 23rd off for approx nine-hours, Friday 26th, and Monday 29th July, Tsk!). Will the INR nurse call today or not? Why had I stupidly left the bamboo socks on overnight? The Morrison delivery is coming twixt 06:00>0:700hrs. So, I must get the ablutions done at 05:00hrs.

And then, as I dragged my overweight, fubsy body from second-hand, £300, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, rusty, sometimes working, uncomfortable recliner; Where had all the ailment pains gone? To add to my early confusion, there was no call for a wee-wee or the Porcelain Throne. Had I died in the night? Was I still asleep? Am I to suffer another bad day? For some unfathomable reason, I felt such sorrow when I thought of the 1962 Cup Final when Spurs luckily, jammily, flukily undeservingly beat Burnley. Had I finally gone bonkers? Will I ever wake up again? I don’t think I could face reincarnation, not after the hell of this unlucky, inauspicious, ominous, Whoopsiedangleplop-filled, saddening, ill-fated, cursed, adverse, disadvantageous, painful, challenging, forsaken, unprosperous, pathetic, pitiable, fear-driven, bedevilled, distressfull, minacious, bodeful, Accifauxpas-filled, ignominious lesser intelligent and far more eensy-weensy equipt for manhood, life.  Hehehe!

WD black WDA black Next, as I moved (unthinkingly) without the walking stick, in response to a sudden desire, partly-logically made though, to get the hand-laundry done before any water cuts arrive, I was brought back to part-sanity and reality, as I stubbed the toe on the way to the kitchen! I fear a couple of licentious ecphonetic words in response were uttered, not that I had much time for any guilt. With no stick handy, I wobbled a tad, and clouted the right knee against the door frame! An instantly watchable bruise came out within seconds! Tsk!

3Wed001I got the washing in the sink, gave my best agitational wash, and while I left it to soak for a while, I got the kettle on and grabbed the hemadynamometer, took the tablets out to take, and did the health checks. Another good set of results all around this morning Sys 146, Dia 65, Pulse 81, and temperature 34.7°c. I was well pleased with these readings. Despite the EQ telling me not to get overly confident.

WD black After taking the medications, I had a wee-wee. Using the wet room’s WC. Oh, dearie me! The DTAO (Dribbling-Tinkling-All-Over) mode wee-wee, left me with a lot of cleaning up to do in the wet room! Humph!

3Wed001bWD black The Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Polyneuropathy, and/or Peripheral Neuralgia affected leg, looked in a right state. The sensation of worms wriggling under the skin was getting worse. This may have caused me to have done some more nocturnal scratching, I don’t know. Keeping the socks on overnight didn’t help, I suppose. What an Alter cocker!

3Wed01bI disinfected the place, got a new pair of PPs on, and back to the kitchen. Where I got a load of water from the cold tap, and into some jugs and the two remaining usable, unburnt saucepans I own. I filled the crock-pot as well.

Got on the computer to start this post going, got as far as here, and it was time to get the ablutions sorted out. So, off to the wet room.

WD black A wee-wee first job. An unexpected variety, this time. A PSAOS (Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Showering) wee-wee. There weren’t many parts of the wet room that were not affected by the spraying all over spurting sprits! Gawd heavens! Cleaning and disinfecting took me ages – a good job I got the ablutions started so early!

3Wed01eWD black The teggies were done, then the shaving, with a few minor nicks here and there. Because the hand, fingers, and shoulder started dancing about at the wrong time again. But no complaints, they’ve been fair to me up to now. Then the stand-up wash was done.

I made sure that the sink plug was left out. I left the cloths soaking and sanitising, in a jug.

3Wed01hThen, I decided to take some shots of the outside from the wickedly troublesome new balcony windows. The left-hand metal spring opening clip, that needs pushing, bending and pulling at the same time to release the window inwards, window, was handled with aplomb and I began to feel a ‘Smug-Mode’ coming on.

A reasonably decent shot, I thought. (Praise-Seeking Mode-Engaged)

3Wed01i  I went to the right-hand window. But this hand metal spring opening clip, that needs pushing, bending and pulling at the same time to release the window inwards, would not move, or I just n longer had the strength to move it, to allow me to take a photograph of the undecided to grow or not new grass lawn below near the end car park.

WD black So I gave it one more try, caught the finger against the side of the frame, swore a lot, then I gave up even trying to open this window. Instead, I opened one of the slidings the next window along to release the end one. I leaned out as far as I dare and twisted around to the right to get this shot, of the patchwork new grass lawn.

3Wed01fWDA black I found a few decent welts where I had trapped the little finger, in my “I should have known better than to try to use it” effort to open the damned-dangerous window spring clip that needs pushing, bending and pulling at the same time to release the window! Humph! Silly-Me-Mode engaged!

I made a mug of tea and refilled the kettle, a good habit to get into, with the water going to be cut off so often over the next week or so. It’s a challenge all these two years with more to come hassle, disruption, and botherations to come. I hope the new tenants who come in enjoy it. For most of us. The memory of the workings will not be recalled favourably. For me, the carpets being ruined by the Willmott Brown subcontracting plasterer, the failed and changed appointments. The mess made and having to be cleaned up, the hot water going off. The power having been cut off for nine hours. By the none-communicative DCUK mob, and the food that had to be thrown away from the freezer and fridge, as they killed all the power to the flat. Just a few of the things that still wrangle!

With the I’m still uncertain if I will live long enough for things to get finished. But I’m so disappointed with things. The Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy,  Peripheral neuralgia, or Postherpetic neuralgia, Duodenal Ulcer, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger (Take yer pick, Hehe!). Then the Stroke making things worse. Depression can come on from nowhere, and I do hate that more than having too many ‘issues’, as the Podiatrist said when refusing to treat me! See, I just can’t win! Hahaha! Gripe-Time over, Sorry.

The Intercom chime rang out, but I only just heard it, and that is on full volume. If I had not got the hearing aids in, I wouldn’t have heard it, that’s for sure. So, the new Intercom System that lets us see who is calling also prevents us from hearing when they call! Another of the so-called improvements that don’t work for me. Being the first time I have used it, I was a bit nervous of getting it right, but it went well, and the Morrison Man was soon at the door with the biggest ever load for delivery.

WD black The bloody leg started Hokey-Cokeying while he was taking the stuff through to the kitchen for me. I must have looked a right twit! But the lad seemed to understand after I explained why I was this was leg stamping and spinning around, and the stick was flailing a bit.

3Wed01JMostly the order consisted of spring water and kitchen towels. Both hard to carry from the shops, with the room for storage so tiny in the trolleys. The weight of the water and the bulk of the towels. (Oh, I slipped into griping-Mode there again, Sorry folks.)

I thanked him for his help and patience, and off he trotted. Nice bloke.

I needed yet another wee-wee and used cautiously the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), bearing in mind the earlier spraying wee-wees. Just as well, cause it was another of the PSAOS (Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Showering) evacuations, but I coped using the grey bucket, I just to take care of the thin edge of the receptacle.

3Wed01KWDA black Putting the things into the freezer, I started to re-sort a drawer to make some room in it, and clang! The damned right hand and leg started off dancing, yet once more. The draw and its contents tumbled to the floor! I had a job picking up the things, but managed without any more incidents, to get it back into the freezer. Still, it gave me a rare opportunity to clean the draw. Hehehe!

3Wed01LThe storing of the goods took a great deal of time, and I had used the stepladders to put the porridge and noodles in their correct location on top of one of the wall cabinets. It became apparent to me, how nervous I had become of the legs etc. playing up, for I would not go on the third and top step. On the second rung, I had the top of the ladders to grab if anything started dancing. But, they didn’t play-up.

I made a brew and topped up the kettle straight away in case the water might go off at any time now. I was hoping that the INR Warfarin nurse would call today. A lot of odd noises about this morning, but I cannot identify what they are, whining and pinging sort of sounds.

I spent ages starting this blog going.

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WD black Sister Jane rang me to tell me she had not had the diary yet. Then it dawned on short, plump, uneducated, socially inept, bespectacled, hearing aids wearing, Nottinghamian pensioner, what a complete and utter pillock he really is! – I’d not updated yesterday’s blog and sent it off yet! A right nebbish!

So, I set about trying to get it done ASAP. The plan was inhibited by frequent DTAO (Dribbling-Tinkling-All-Over) mode wee-wees, and the Virgin Media keeps going down and slow for a few times. Grobblebogglesworth!

WD black Then…

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Hours later, I’d got the Tuesday post finally updated and sent off. Crikey, it’s nearly afternoon already! Then I had to go on CorelDraw to make some graphics up and do the next days template.

I made a mug of tea first. The water was running from the tap, but it may have been off earlier. While making the brew, I noticed a tractor with some lawn grass on it, making its way towards the end to our end of Chestnut Way. I limped sticklessly onto the balcony and to some photographs. It looks like they are replacing all of the turfs.

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I started creating the graphics needed. A long-time later, I got the graphics done. During the time spent. I was invariably accompanied by banging and knocking noises, no drilling though, from above. Drove me barmy it did – still, its got to be done. Huh! No damned peace here anymore! 

WD black Then, fancy that and can you believe it… Humph and Tsk!

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3Wed01sWD black It got worse, moments later, the noises from above stopped, but a new sound was heard in or near the flat. I went for a look around and found two letters had been delivered. The first one… unbelievable, it was from Virgin Media – telling me they were putting the monthly bill up by £3.36! F’ing cheek! Faster Ultra-Reliable Broadband waffle etc. That bloody Fries bloke is becoming my most hated git in the land! Although he has several others in contention. Haha!

3Wed01TThe second one was from the surgery.

Telling me that I have to ring the surgery (Great when they of all people know about my hearing problems!), after 11;00hrs to arrange the CHD health check. I must have nothing to eat or drink, other than water… (Water the thing that is being turned of over four days in my block of flats), from 22:00hr  the night before the appointment. Bring a urine sample with me, which means I have to go to the surgery again before the meeting to get a vial to use. Make an early appointment (Huh! When can I get ever get an early appointment with them? Very rarely!) Oh, and I’ve to take the medications as usual.

Life is pissing me off big time lately! No rest, just problems all the time. Like this week, no INR nurse attended to take the Warfarin blood sample. So I expect a letter or phone call from them about this when they eventually realise! I think things are getting on top of me. The mess made by power-cut off by the DCUK mob. I’m stuck indoors so cannot get out to shop. I’ve had a Morrisons order this morning, but have put in another order from Iceland for stuff I had hoped to get to the shops to buy. Do I sound a little niggled? Tsk! I am!

Oh, the drilling and banging have started again.

I’m giving up. I’ll get some nosh, a wash and settle down to try and rest for a bit. Naturally, this will not be achievable, but you never know! TTFN, until the morning, if I make it through the night… as somebody sang. Hehe!

No sleep, nod even a little nod-off.

So I got the nosh sorted out. As I was preparing the meal, we had a few drops of rain, but it soon stopped. I think we need some more, the TV said we are in for thunderstorms on Friday and or Saturday.

WD black No doubt things will need me to go out on Friday, miss the INR nurse most likely, get soaked through, the trolley wheels will get filthy and make a right mess in the flat, I’ll get on the wrong bus coming home, probably get pneumonia, book an appointment with the surgery for two weeks time and snuff-it while waiting… Oh, I’m off again moaning in advance this time! Sorry. As Tim Price puts it so aptly: I’ve become a cantankerous old curmudgeon! Hahaa!

3Wed26I made a delightful looking nosh, that I was sure I’d enjoy. Smoked mackerel in sauce, chips, fresh garden peas, beetroot, great tasting tomatoes and some potato cakes. A naughty Limoncello dessert for afters. But, by the time I had made and served it up, it wasn’t so desirable. The tomatoes, garden peas and beetroot were fine. All the rest seemed unappealing, and much of it was wasted. I think a Flavour-Rating of 4.5/10 is generous. That was for the peas, tomatoes and Limoncello.

By being in a tremulous, jittery mood with life at the moment, I turned, ashamedly so now, to the comfort eating after washing the pots, and getting the hand-washed clothes on the airer, I visited the nibble cupboard! Crisps, a sucker and cheesy curls were my comforters!

I did watch some TV for a while, but concentrating was difficult, due to Colin Cramps having a cruelly vicious go at me, on and off all night! I took an extra pain-killer and used half-a-tube of pain gel. All to no avail, though.

WD black The really odd thing about this night-long visitation from Colin Cramps was that he did not bother the knees, legs or hip area at all! But gave me painfull pastings, on of all things, the toes and fingers! The toes being the surprising targets. When I got to sleep, the pain from the toes would start again and wake me up! Repeatedly.

So, it was a late, and I was not in good condition, physically or mentally. Fair enough, this begs the question; When am I ever in a reasonable condition mentally or physically nowadays? Humph!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 7th May 2019: What a Whoopsiedangleplop Day, Oy Vey!

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2019 May 07

Tuesday 7th May 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 7 Mai 2019

03:40hrs: Good sleep for once. Woke and escaped the clutches of the highly appreciated £300 second-hand cir1968 rickety recliner with relative ease. Walked to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne without using the stick,  a mistake I found out later. Tsk! 

wd 0.10.0 The wee-weeing was much user-friendlier this time, with a bit like the old SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) returning at last. The evacuation was far less messy as well. At this stage, I realised I must not get too confident, all the same. I nearly went over as the damned Axonotmesis affected ankle went on its side, and I am afraid to say, I uttered a couple of expletives I’ve not used for a while. Self Stupidity Recognition Mode Engaged! Only myself to blame for not using the stick, especially as the Ankle-Support was not on yet either! Oy Vey! Then I needed another wee-wee… Oh dearie me!

I think that I had had a dream last night as well, the first one I can recall since the Stroke – is that a good thing? It was vague, mind, I can’t remember any detail of it, just the sensation of having one.

I took the medications, and then made a brew of tea. With the smell lingering of the cheesy potatoes from last night. Hehe!

The legs were still stiff and the knees playing-up. However, I got the socks on without using the sock-glide, but it was too painful to try that again for a while. I might be expecting too much, too soon?

I got updating yesterdays blog and got it sent off to WordPress.Made another brew of tea, then went on the WordPress Reader. Next, I made a start on this post, while awaiting the arrival of a Carer to fit the Ankle-Support for me.

2Tue02The tea went cold again, so I got the stick and hobbled carefully to make another brew.

I then opened the unwanted new light and view-blocking new windows to take a shot of the view. It felt a bit nippy, but a fantastic slightly misty view to peruse, all the same.

Checked the Emails and replied to them. Jenny sent a nice one to me. I hope she will be back soon amongst us, and our little gossips can continue again.

The Carer should be here soon, and I can get mobile then after the Ankle-Support is fitted.  He arrived on time ten-minutes later. It was the same chap as Saturday and remembered the way to install the support. He was soon all done, I thanked him, and he departed.

Continued on blogging.

Got things ready, including the walker, for a bus ride to the City Centre, via a visit to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like China and other pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed.

All ready and set off out, taking two waste bags to the chute of the way out. Called at Doris’s, but no answer.

wd 0.10.0 Once on Chestnut Way, I thought I’d photograph the road and buildings. Ahem, No camera!

Back up to the flat and collected the camera, and down again. Took two shots left to right as I faced the flats.

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A lovely day, and not too much traffic about yet. Got to the hut and a chinwag or two for twenty-minutes as we waited for the bus. Out to the bus stop.

wd 0.10.0 As I approached to get on the bus, I realised I did not have the bus pass with me! Dunderhead Class 1, Grade A!

Back up to the flat and picked up the pass. Then down to the hut again, taking a crossword book to do while waiting for the next bus, and a couple of completed books to hand in at a Charity Shop.

wd 0.10.0 When the bus arrived, I got on the wrong one!

A Self-Recrimination Mode was adopted. At least Margaret and Hubby found it funny as we nattered on our way to the City Centre. We joked about things, and Margaret suggested I go to the Alladin’s Cave, in Victoria Centre market, to see if they had any horns I cod fit to my three-wheeled trolley and some L- plates. Hahaha!

wd 0.10.0 The left handle worked lose when we moved over a bump. For some reason, this annoyed me muchly. Marge said to ask Eric (Cyndy’s other half), to take a look at the trolley bars.

Not one of my better days, especially following a great day yesterday. Grumph!

2Tue05 We dropped off in town, Margaret and Tom went into Wilko’s, and I made my way to the Victoria Centre Market. Up in a lift and to the Alladin’s Cave stall.

wd 0.10.0 But they did not stock any air-horns or learner-plates. So, down in the elevator and hobbled to the other end and the Tesco store.

wd 0.10.0 They had no pork-knuckle or milk loaves. Now I engaged a Proper-Fed-Up Mode!

Walked to the other end of the shopping centre and out and across the road to the Poundland shop. I got some nibble treats for raffle prizes at the Social Hour this Thursday.

2Tue06I dropped the books in the Age Concern Charity stop on Lincoln Street.

Then onto Clinton Street. Where I took this picture of the organ-box player and the cheerful passing Nottinghamians.

With cock-ups causing a late start and the trolley giving me grief, I decided to walk to the 2Tue07Slab Square, then up to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street to catch the bus home.

On Long Row, where Sheila said another stabbing had taken place over the holidays, a poster advertising the Magnificent Spiegeltent one day Circus was spotted, with the erection of the scene can be seen behind.

2Tue08Further along, at the corner of Queen/King Street, another sad sight of a closed down retail shop!

I took a firm grip on the wobbly trolley-walker and made my way up to the L9 bus stop. Where I met a lady who uses the bus regularly and we had a laugh and chinwagging session as we awaited the late arrival of the bus.

Queen Street looked a bit of a mess, and the unhappy Nottinghamians and Pavement Cyclist did not help.

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I took a close look at the advert on the waste bin. It promoted the 2019 Big Nottingham Spring Clean! Then noticed the bus shelter I was in, in need of some attention. Hehe!

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Margaret and Hubby, along with Mary got on the bus at the next stop, and the five of us had a good laugh and chinwag en-route to the flats.

When we got off of the bus, Sheila and I had a chat with Nottingham City Home Unterofficer Patch Manager and Ballerina.

I got to the flat and had a much needed, SWWW.

Put the bits I’d bought away, and started to update this blog, and the phone rang. It was the Anticoagulant Nurse, she will be calling at 08:00hrs in the morning (Wednesday), to take a blood sample. Which is good, cause I have the Physio nurse calling at 09:30hrs, and an Axonotmesis nurse calling sometime as well. So that’s worked out for once!

Later, the phone tone burst forth again: “I’m at the back of yer house!” – “Who are you? – “Just eat KFC” – “I live in a flat!” – “F@~} me!” End of call! Hehehe!

Doris dropped off the book I’d loaned her. I got some small spuds in the saucepan.

Then got caught up on Facebooking and the TFZers.

2Tue23Got the medications taken and nosh served up.

Back to the lack of appetite-syndrome after yesterdays gobbling-up of all that meal. Left a lot of it, but I ate all of the Sicilian tomatoes and pork pie. The tasteless Spanish tom’s, the bread and the dessert were discarded.

Had a check on and talk with Doris.

Watched a TV programme, then had a shave and shower, into the night-attire.

A lousy day overall, too many brain freezes and Whoopsiedangleplops, far too many for my liking.

Humph!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 1st May 2019. The Oaks Residential Care Home

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2019 April 14

Wednesday 1st May 2019.

Croatian: Srijeda, 1. Svibnja 2019.

The Oaks Residential Care Home

KW03:30hrs. Up and washed, shaved. Got two slices of toast today!

Incidentally, the aftershave to stop the bleeding when cutting with shaking hands never did arrive. Hehehe!

Really het-up and nervous today. The specialist fro the Stroke unit arrived on an early visit. Basically telling me not to rush things and expect it to be a long time before things get back to normal if they do that is, but be prepared for them not to. We went through and amended the exercise routine. Because of my worrying, I did not do very well with the demonstration of my abilities in movement or speech. Hey-ho!

Seems I had an Ataxia Stroke, Sonia told me. The name for clumsy, uncoordinated movements. It is associated with strokes that happen in the back of the brain (cerebellum or posterior circulation). People with ataxia have difficulty producing movements quickly enough, and in the right order, to avoid losing their balance or to recover from a trip or slip. (I looked this up later). I’ll look up the Vascular Dementia bit later.

Feeling concerned with coping, and inept, stuttery, incapable, impotent, unfit-for-purpose. Still, nothing new there, though. Haha!

Physio lady also called. Not too happy with my movements today.

Packed some more bags up ready to take home when Pete and Jane pick me up.

Went down for nosh, but no one fed me today, being as I didn’t feel like any food I just left and returned to mope in room eleven for a bit. Humph! Good job I got the extra toast beforehand. Carer gave me three digestive biscuits later.

Medications were taken.

Matthew in the opposite room asked if he could use the remote control in my room for his TV. I went to have a look, but his TV was all unplugged. Got it started, but a message saying it needed initial setting up done, and my remote did not work in his set anyway. We had a search around but could not find any remote controls anywhere.

A lot more unreadable scribble I had to abandon all hopes of decyphering on the notepad.

Ah-well! Settled down to fretting in depth.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks to them both.

 

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

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Wednesday 3rd April 2019

German: Mittwoch, der 3. April 2019

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

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WD 0.0.0 Unfortunately, leaving a trail of damage behind me; I knocked the remote control off of the arm of the recliner, stubbed my toe on the Ottoman, tipped a bottle of spring water off of the small Ottoman, and dragged the cover off with me! And then, when I finally thought I’d got things flowing, I hadn’t! I needed to wait a further couple of minutes before anything moved! When it did eventually begin to activate, it warranted a new classification-wee-wee being given. An RPDDWW (Reluctant-Painful-Drip-Drip-Wee-Wee) grading. The few drops that did tortuously come out would not have half-filled a small cup! Yet, the bladder had given me all the signs of a mega-resounding (with possible splash-backing) wee-wee being needed? My EQ advised me that I was in for a stressful, anxiety-ridden, fraught day! Tsk!

3Wed03I tidied up the mini-maelstrom I’d made. Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. Sys 167, Dia 77, Pulse 76 and temperature a 35.3° readings returned. Got the kettle on and the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off to the wet room, and for once, an infrequent, easy, unmessy non-bleeding evacuation was almost enjoyed. Hehe! Back to the kitchen and made a brew of tea.

WD 0.0.0 To the computer and started to update the Tuesday Diary… And guess what? 

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

3Wed06I decided that a philargyrist and quomodocunquizing personage like money-mad Mr Fries, with his usufruct instincts, is not going to make me lower my standards and become embittered. Besides, apart from anything else, just look at the man above – if he isn’t involved in a Mafia of some kind, then I’m a good looking, fit, healthy, young man, fighting off the attention of the ladies!

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

3Wed05a1Then I needed to return to the Porcelain Throne. A grand clear-out followed, and again without any bleeding. Although the piles were now stinging a bit. I had close look a the pin’s knees.

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

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

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

These persistent RPDDWWs were taking it out of me.

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

Started on this post next.

Nosh sorted outAlk09.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Further titilating revelations to follow!

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

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Tuesday 2nd April 2019

Irish: Dé Máirt 2 Aibreán 2019

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

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

2Tue01Got the Health Checks done, again the sphygmomanometer operated first try. Glad to see that the Pulse had gone down at last.

I imbibed the medications, and as I was putting the kettle on, the regular summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. On my way to the wet room, it dawned on me how easily I had got out of there liner and walked about? Never the same any two 2Tue02consecutive mornings.

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

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

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

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

2Tue04I made another mug of tea, and that annoying noise was around again. More of a tap-tapping noise but distant.

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

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

I’ll have to get the ablutions started soon.

2Tue03wd 0.0.255b As I was putting back some things I’d washed up, another mystery presented itself!

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

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

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

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

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

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

2Tue08Not many folks about yet, well not on foot, a bit traffic though.

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

Nurse Nichole came out to collect me. I told her about the problems too. I mentioned the lotions that Tim Price told me about, she said for me to tell the Doctor before I bought any to make sure they would not clash with all the other medications I am on. She took the blood and went through the DVT card with me. She also explained, that the diabetic socks, when I get them, should be replaced every six weeks, I have to request replacements. I informed her of my problem in getting them washed every day, Nichole 2Tue09told me to wear them for two days. We managed a smile and laugh, I thanked her, handed over some nibbles, and departed, noticing through her window, that the rain was now a bit havier outside.

When I got out, the umbrella was utilised.

wd 0.0.255b The walk back into Sherwood was not so pleasant. The feet started 2Tue10to sting a bit and Back Pain Brenda kicked off. Hey-ho!

As I git back into Carrington, I thought I’d get some bread from the Continental Store. Their sourdough sliced bread is good and tasty. I should have gone up the hill to the Post Office shop and got some my favourite large sliced Polish Sourdough, but the rain put me off the 2Tue10aextra walking to get there. I bought some bits, including a beef tomato to have with the sarnies later.

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

2Tue11The rain was much lighter now.

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

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

2Tue12bMaking my way slowly up the hill, I came across a piece of Nottinghamian Street Art in the gutter. Tsk!

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

2Tue12cSomething about this warmed my heart. No idea what it was called or anything about it, I just had to admire how the plants force their way through.

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

2Tue12dAt the 40 bus stop on Winchester Street Hill, I cmae across some more Nottinghamian Street Art in the shelter. I suppose that this spot is vandalised so much because there are no CCTV cameras nearby, at it is a relatively unsused spot without any local population about?

The last leg up to the flats took a lot of effort to 2Tue12eget to. After the terrain got flatter, I felt easier, and walked along Chestnut Way, stopping at Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana’s window, where she was working and exchanged a few words and cheered each other up methinks. 

As I plodded on, the rain lightened even 2Tue12ffurther, but the lads were still working in it.

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

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

2Tue12gI put the bread and bits away, got the kettle on, and thought I heard some shouting from outide. I went on the balcony and cut my hand trying to open the spring cli to have a nosey.

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

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

2Tue15After an hour or two, I thought about some food intake.

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

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

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