3:30hrs: Woke ready for a wee-wee, wriggled out of the recliner, wobbled to the wet-room, and yet again, and needing the Porcelain Throne just as I got inside the room! It’s been like this for several mornings, I think.
I was well pleased with the evacuation. Terribly pongy, but so much less painful and messy. Could this turn out to be a better day for me? I had a decent day on Saturday, August 28th, 1959, as far as I can recall. Hehehe!
I collected the overnight emergency bucket on the way to the kitchen, it had hardly been used. Got it cleaned and sanitised, made a brew of Extra Strong Assam tea, and took the blood pressure on the machine.
Creeping up a bit, the SYS again. My body temperature was showing as just ‘Low’.
The view, as seen through my eyes, was so beautiful this morning. But it didn’t transfer to the camera picture so well. Humph! I didn’t notice at the time, but I must have moved the selector on the Canon camera, and it came out a different size and shape? I wish I knew why? Hehe!
I got the tablets out, and shock of shocks! The Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, had kept up there letting me down routine again. They had started to put the Furesomide in the pots. This after the nurse phoned them and explained my problem with this. As when they do, I have three tablets that all look alike, and get confused. The Furesomide are on an as-needed dosage. The Beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate) and Codeine 60g all look the same to me. They said they would leave the Furesomide out of the pots and send a packet. Which, after two months they got around to doing, now they have gone back to causing me more worry, by bunging them all together with the other tablets! They really must hate me!
My Xyrophobia suffering, over-amour propred Brother-in-law Pete, when he was searching the flat while I was in the hospital with the Stroke, and taking my valuables, and he took a rest. Fatal! He could not resist playing with the electrics of the recliner. Out came his screwdriver, that he’d used to open my cash drawer with. Now the recliner no longer works… Where was I? Oh, yes! He sent an email with a photo of what the Hospital gave him after his pet scan yesterday. Here it is:
I had to laugh! I made this graphicalisation later for the lad. Hope it cheers him up! Hahaha!
I made a start of getting the pictures loaded into the computer, and updating yesterdays blog. With Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley being active, and Anne Gyna stinging away on her tour through my too titanic-sized torso, it was a bit of a grind. At one point, when Saccades Sandra joined in giving me grief, I’m sure I was doing more correcting than typing. Frangleklops!
I stuck at it, like the hero, and good-little-lad I am, and about three hours later, I’d got it finished and posted off to WordPress.
I hastened to get the ablutions tended to (no shower, too early in the day), so I can be ready, in case the Iceland order arrives earlier.
Yet again, as I entered the wet room, I suddenly needed another Porcelain Throne usage! Getting a bit too regular this is! However, this effort was even betterer than the first one! A bit messier maybe, but less painful by a mile!
The flushing had to be done several times, though. And some hand filling of the tank with water from the sink. Schluberduberski!
The very gentle teeth cleaning was not too bad on Toothache Thomas this time.
The shaving had just two tiny cuts. Countless dropsies of the razors, it seemed like they had a life all of their own today! Tsk!
The medicating (I’ll not go into detail here, it was bloody and messy), was one of the worst sessions for weeks. I left the wet room, with stinging from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Furuncular Franks boils. And Little Inchies fungal lesion was plain agony!
I got sprayed and after-shaved etc. and dressed, and off to the kitchenette to make a brew and take an extra painkiller, cause the lower regions were a bit tender.
Got on the computer, and a half-hour later, the intercom burst into life. It was my Iceland delivery arriving. The young man put the bags through the door for me as I stood back away, social distancing, you know!
And fell over the bloody three-wheeler trolley! I had to stop the man from kindly coming in to get me back up. Best to keep a distance. I told him he could catch anything from me, let alone Coronavirus. Hehehe! He did larf! He waited until I’d clawed my way back onto my feet before leaving. Bless him. Gave him a G&T in thanks.
I took the bags through to the kitchen and unloaded them. For once, there was a printed shopping list with the food, so I checked things were all there. Spot on! Got the fridge filled, although not as full as last week, cause I been using up some tinned stuff lately.
I’d treated my self to a box of Chinese Style belly pork slices. They are not cheap, but I think these were the one I tried the week before last, and I recall putting some Hoisin sauce on them before cooking, I intend to try again today.
I’d got some of the so-called (imitation) Jersey Royal potatoes in the slow cooker straight away. They were far too large, I got six potatoes only in the bag. (Two of them were mouldy!)
I’d ordered some green and red seedless grapes (I assume), which was a bit silly of me because they do not keep long. I’d had alternate for a few weeks, one red then one green. Egyptian they are, not bad at all, but soon shrivel up. I meant to ask Jenny if she liked them, so she could have whichever one the gal fancies, but when she called later, with a bottle of antiseptic disinfectant for me, Bless her cotton socks! And I forgot to ask her what a plod! I’ll try to remember to phone her later.
Blow it, I’ll phone the gal now. Yep, Jenny likes the grapes! I’ll take them down later.
I made some updating to this blog. Checked the potatoes, but they were so large, they were nowhere near cooked yet. Then I got the black bags sorted, and took the grapes down for Jenny and Frank, and the glass jars for recycling down to the bin outside. I hope the lift doesn’t mean I’ll be back late, I’m never confident with leaving things cooking, even in the crock-pot.
Back in a bit, I’ll take the camera with me.
Well, that was a struggle, but well worth the effort. I took the black bags to the chute first, when I eventually got the trolley out of the flat door. The bruised knuckles are all part of the everyday life in these flats. Hehe!
A decorators stand-thing was in the way of the chute-room door, gave me a bit of bother passing and to get around, but I did alright, no accifauxpas! Then I had to wait a good while for the residents lift. Down to Jenny’s floor, left the bag near her door and pressed the bell button. Back to the lift lobby, and another little wait to get down to the ground floor. I heard a voice shout out, that I assumed was Jenny, and shouted back my greetings.
Got down on the ground floor, and steadily made my way out, and round to the recycling bin. It had been emptied. I had a minute natter with the caretaker, which cheered me up, having a laugh.
I made my way back in through the lobby doors, and Penny saw me coming and opened them from inside for me. It was such a pleasure to talk to someone and have a bit of fun.
I took a snap or two, of the Art Decor styling of the lobby. Haha!
Gossiping with Penny, and Francis joined us, and we all had a giggle between us. Perked me right up that did!
I took a snap of Penny and Francis near the laundry room door. Beautiful gals!
I got back up to the flat in no time, mainly because Francis told me to get in the lift first. ♥
Got in the flat, a cheerier person than I was when I left it!
The INR result form had arrived while I was out. 2.3 it read for the level. I checked on the potatoes, still not cooked, but they were coming on.
Updated this blog again, then went on Facebooking.
Then on CorelDraw to get some graphics done. Well, got one done! Humphski! Then closed everything down.
I got the fodder prepared.
The big Jersey new potatoes from Iceland left after removing the bad ones from the bag earlier, left me with a more than adequate four. Along with some horrible so-called Iceland ‘De-luxe tomatoes’, which also had to be carefully selected as I threw away the mouldy, soft, and going black fruits away! Humph! Then added some gherkins, canned garden peas, beetroot, onions, and the much anticipated Chinese style belly pork, cooked with some Hoisin sauce spread on them. For afters, some Iceland brand, Egyptian red seedless grapes – again, throwing away some mouldy ones first! Tsk!
And two buttered Devon Scones from the Iceland order. These scones are deserving of individual attention and note: As a warning to others who may be tempted to buy any.
“Inchcock’s Sconal Warning!”
Iceland sending tomatoes and potatoes that were below standard, mouldy, and had to be sorted through to remove the bad ones before eating, is nothing new. It’s all part of their usual service. So, not worth going into, it happens almost every order I have delivered.
But these Devon Scones, the first, and last time I try these. Hard, dry, and despite my overloading them with Lurpak butter spread on them, were dangerous! If I’d dropped one and it landed on my foot, it would probably have broken a toe! Hehehe!
The meal was given a taste-rating of 5/10 only. The tomatoes, scones and slow-cooked for eight-hours and still not done enough, large Jersey potatoes, kept the score down. The Chinese style belly pork, were greatly flavoursome, though.
As for what happened after I’d washed and got settled, and the Thought-Storms were followed by the dizzies; it’s all a mystery to me. Just a blank-spot in my memory, (I think)
Inchies nephelococcygia face is revealed at the bottom of this page
Tuesday14th July 2020
Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 14eg Gorffennaf 2020
04:00hrs: I stirred into imitation life, and soon the need of a wee-wee, quickly followed by indications of the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Thus, a fumbling few moments later, I was up on my painful feet, had caught my balance, got the four-pronged walking stick and was on my way hobblingly, yet cautiously to the wet-room. In anticipation and hopes that the extra Macrogol taken yesterday, had worked and things might evacuate a tad more smoothly.
Well, I got my wish, Porcelain Throne wise! The evacuation was much longer than yesterday, and the feculence about the same mass, but far less of a painful experience.
Although the mass was achromatic, almost colourless? What’s going on? Whatever have I been prescited for? Que sera sera!
I see I’ve cut off the overgrown painful large toenail in the picture I took, just wishful thinking? Grumblecronkanckers!
The most exciting thing about the legs was the difference in size. Both seem to have lost weight since last morning? I had a new stinging pain in the left leg beneath the shin, that demanded to be continuously scratched? A puzzle that! And the paleness was the same sickly white.
After washing and antisepticising, I took a close-up look at and photographed the left limb. Maybe it’s another ankle ulcer trying to develop? No, it’s too high for that. Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Mephistopheles, ‘Let’s annoy Inchcock’ missions?
I rubbed a dollop of Germolene cream in the whatever-it-is, on the leg, and it has now lost its itchiness altogether. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) I ought to have been a doctor, you know. I’ve had so many ailments, diseases, operations, and accidents, it would have given me an advantage in treating others. Or, maybe not! Har-har!
There not being any need for injecting the enoxaparin now, I actually missed doing it! (A touch of masochistic, algolagnia, or sadisiticalisational tendencies showing up, there perhaps) Haha! Seriously, I don’t miss the injecting twice a day one bit!
I got sorting out the good from the bag of Iceland Jersey potatoes and saved enough to put in the crock-pot and seasoned them with vinegar, to cut down on the intake of salt. Oh, I can be so good sometimes!
I started of the Health Checks with the sphygmomanometerisationing. The SYS was down a bit, I think it will get lower as the Enoxaparin leaves my system. The lady who rang I forgot to mention in yesterdays blog, said the INR level was up to 2.3 now. So no need for any injections, but I was to keep the filled hypodermics in a cool place, not in a fridge, ready for if needed again. The dosage increases would be 2½ Warfarin a day straight through until next Monday when the next blood test is due. I thanked her and wished her well. It was Julie from the Anti-Coagulation, Haemostasis, & Deep Vein Thrombosis Hospital Clinic. (I love that title for a department!) They have cut it down now to just, Anticoagulant Clinic (Haemostasis and Thrombosis Unit). It’s lost its class now! I shall continue to use the old name for them. Humph! Hehehe!
The sun started coming out from behind the block of flats. The scene was so beautiful, I had to take a shot of it. The sun, the semi-darkness and the moody clouds made for a photograph with a difference. Well, I thought it did.
I cleaned up and made a mug of Glengettie Gold tea. Took the tablets, and made my way to Computer Cameron.
Determined to get on with uploading photographs for resizing, and off went Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley on one of her more aggressive bouts. I was getting all het-up over this. But, as it happened, some good and bad luck negated the situation.
Good luck in as much as I knocked over (Thanks to Shirley!) a pile of paperwork off of the printer! Made a right mess!
At the same time, more or less, guess what?
So, I sorted the paperwork out (Well, threw it in the bin!) Grobblegnangles!
Went to the kitchenette, and made another brew of Extra-Strong Assam tea this time, and cleaned the top of the stove. Hoping that the internet would be retrievable or back on-line when I’d done it.
When I returned to the computer, it still showed as failing to save, and I realise this is how I’d left it. So I tried again, and things had come back on there own for me. Phew!
A quick check made, on the latest local Coronavirus situation.
I pressed on with the updating of the blog. Much hampered and hampered by Shuddering -Shoulder-Shirley. Oddly, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were not giving me much bother at all? After many hours, I was feeling drained, and the time had flown to gone nine o’clock! But I’d finally got the much-corrected blog finished and posted. I needed another brew now.
I got to the kitchen, and I might add, was hobbling well. Oh, dearie me! The crock-pot had overflowed, onto the area that I’d cleaned up earlier! Mostest annoyed with me. I should have smelt it really, the whiff of vinegar was rather strong enough to have wafted through the flat. Hahaha!
Got it cleaned up (Again!), made a brew of Glengettie, and got started on today’s post.
Then went on Facebooking. Then made up a template for tomorrows post.
Getting late now, beyond my usual head-down time. Grumph!
Went to make a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea. And, unfortunately for me, I spotted how bad one of the rinks was on the cooker was looking. I knew that something terrible was going to happen, my EQ told me!
Now, feeling out of it mentally, so annoyed with myself, and the eyelids drooping, I saved the work done and turned everything off computer-wise. And went to get the meal sorted out. What a life. Grindingagonydamit!
The worrying memory, is that I knew my mind was all wandering and adrift, but I just carried on, all the same? Sad innit!
I think it was the state of the hobs on the cooker that got me going first. Knowing I could not possibly clean them all tonight.
I opted to do one, the worst of them, straight away. It took me over an hour, using the new (when I bought it, many months ago!), Astonish Hob Cleaner. The only things I found astonishing was the time it took and the mess I made getting it cleaned. The fact that it didn’t look much cleaner after my farcical floundering about, really did wrangle me!
I grafted away in pain with shakes from Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and then Nicodemus’s nerve ends dying, making my good hand keep slipping off of the scourer onto the hot plate! Which even more sillily, I had tested with the right Peripheral Neuropathy affected hand! And it was still too hot, but the nerve ends did not get the message to the brain! So, when I used the left limb to wipe… Boing!
When I burnt two fingers, on the left hand, I was flabbergasted when I felt hardly any pain at all. I think more than the hob, it was the gel-fluid that got on the digits. Then when I applied some Germolene, within minutes, I had to concentrate on seeing any marks at all! Baffling? How stupid can one man be! No need to answer that, folks!
After serving up the feast in the dish, the doorbells chimed out! I opened the door, to find that kind Jenny had left a carrier there for me, with lemon bleach and pack of four lemon mousses. Bless her!
I added a pot of mousse to the nosh tray and needed to phone Jenny and thank her for her kindness and find out if she needed anything adding to my Morrison order. I appreciated the lady for helping. Made a note of flour is required. Other things were spoken of, but they are not accessible in my brain at this time of writing, just too tired. I’ll have to ring her back tomorrow to see if I’ve missed something important. Ah, Nora was with Jenny and Frank when I rang. Lovely lady!
I got the computer on and went to see if Morrisons had any of the flour available. They only had the plain, no self-raising. I added a couple to my order, they would not allow me any more. I’ll try again later, to see if the self-raising has become available.
By the time I got around to eating the meal, it was, to say the least, not very hot. Hehehe! But that didn’t stop me eating it all, every drop of it! I still gave it a 7/10 for flavour!
I was fighting to stay awake now. Got the pots washed, and got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, uncomfortable, cringingly-beige-coloured, rickety recliner. With a confident, positive expectation of being in the land of Nod within minutes!
But, Oh, no! Colin Cramps set in, and he stayed for hours! Moving twixt the feet and toes, and the left hand regularly, but for some unknown reason, never the two together at the same time. (I’m not complaining at all, mind, both would have been hardly bearable)
Colin Cramp’s attentions went on for at least a couple of hours, and I started to get irritated and annoyed with them. I’m sure I nearly nodded off a few times during the odd break from pain, but every time he would be back within a minute or so, enjoying himself at my expense. Grindingagonydamit!
But Colin Cramps was not finished with me yet. I woke up in pain so many times, I can’t recall how often.
I suppose it’s being such a jolly, preternaturally lucky a person like wot I am, is wot keeps me going. Hahaha!
Here’s where Inchy saw the face in the smoke.
Hello, I can’t see it myself now! Clapperchopboggins!
05:10hrs: I came back to semi-life, and as is usual lately, needed a wee-wee within minutes. But overnight, there had been no call to the Throne or bucket. In fact, I’d forgot to bring the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to the room at all. I was so tired last night, after being up for over fifteen hours, this being the reason for my latest hour of waking for many a month!
I still felt a little drained mentally. With a degree of alacritousness, I got my wobbly over-sized stomach, and skinny limbs free of the recliner got the stick, and made my way to the wet room, without any injury, or nervous-making incidents! Slight-Smug-Mode-Enjoyed!
The evacuation was another RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee, with the Post Micturition after-dribble taking longer to wait for it to finish, than the wee-weeing itself. As they told me when I was diagnosed as Diabetic, this is called Diabetes insipidus, if I remember correctly.
I washed and made my way to the kitchenette. I remembered that a nurse will be coming today to take a blood sample for the Anti-Coagulation & Deep Vein Thrombosis Hospital Clinic (I love that title!) What time and which of the Vampire Angels it will be, is anyone’s guess.
I almost made a faux pas and injected an Enoxaparin hypo into my stomach. Not on the list for today, until after the blood is taken, got back to the hospital, tested, and then I’ll be informed of the results (hopefully) by phone later on. I took a shot with the Canon camera, of the current selection of needle-work art in my elephantine belly. The last one, the biggest, has kept its colour well as it fades slowly.
I got the kettle on and did the Health Checks. Well, well, well, the SYS has tumbled down at last. A sign that perhaps the injections will not be needed after today’s blood-test results. I sense that the INR will be about 2.9 this time. I’ve no idea why; it’s just a feeling I’ve got. Be interesting to see how far I’ll be out? The temperature showed up as just ‘Low’.
The view outside was a little bright, I thought. Then recalled how late it is in the day. I hoped that this Monday would be a lot easier on me, luck-wise.
I got the computer on, and fancy that, what a surprise, the Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet was down!
I decided that I’d get the ablutions done, so I can be all clean and sparkling for the nurse when she arrives (Hahaha!), and the internet might be back on afterwards as well.
ABLUTIONALISTICALISATIONING ACTIVITIES REPORT
Just as for the last four days or so now, as I got into the wet room and was stripping off, the need for a Porcelain Throne session developed. A marathon again, rock-solid, painful, and of a ginormous size.
I spent a while on the crosswording, while the stop-start progress caused me even more agony than yesterday’s did! Bloodletting-silent-howls! Not messy, though, and less bleeding.
It didn’t matter how careful and gentle I was, the first contact of the toothbrush with the molars, made me cringe with pain. Still, at least it took my mind off of the rear-quarters pain. Hehe!
I didn’t drop either the brush or toothpaste today!
The shaving started, and I soon had three cuts, several razor dropsies, and when I let the shaving-foam can drop, the blooming thing hit the seat raise and bounced back, landing right on my poor little toe!
The flannel, soap (3), and the aftershave bottle were dropped. No damage caused, though!
Flipping heck, the legs looked really pale and anaemic!
The ankle ulcer had died down nicely, mind you. I noticed some scratch marks on the right leg, and it was far thinner than the left one was?
It looked like the hairs were having another try at growing again? They’ll all be gone in a day or two. It’s been like this since the heart op. Still, it makes for a bit of interest.
The scars seem to be getting a little more prominent? Or perhaps with the skin being so ghostly white, the show up more?
I wouldn’t be overly surprised if, when I eventually get released from the isolationing, someone tells me I’m dead. Hahaha!
At last, I got back to the computer, and the internet was working again. Phew!
I got the Sunday blog finished. But it was hard work. Posted it off, I answered some lovely comments. Then I went on Facebooking for a while.
I found out that Sandie, the lovely lady who started the TFZ Troll Free Zone site, had passed away. We all knew she had been diagnosed with cancer. Sandra was coping well with her problems and had recently bought a new car, that she was over-the-moon with. I could not stay on the site, I was heartbroken. Even writing this blog is challenging. But, I know life must go on. Bless Sandies Memory! ♥
Some tap-tapping, knock-knocking and drill-drilling noises started. So the contractors must be getting close to doing out flats.
The door chimes rang out there ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫, tune. I hoped it would be a nurse! Hahaha! It was Josie returning the tray, plate and cutlery from her meal yesterday. She said it was nice.
I started doing some graphics on CorelDraw.
The intercom sounded and lit up – this time it was the nurse, Christina! She said she was in a hurry. But chatted while she took my blood. I showed her the state of my toenails and feet, and she rang the clinic for me to find out if I could get an appointment yet. They put her on hold, and Christina got a call on her phone.
She was needed elsewhere urgently. So she had to ring off of the phone and rush off. Life can be a swine at times!
The tap-tapping, knock-knocking, and drill-drilling noises continue, on and off, from somewhere above, and close. Can’t be helped, though!
A phone call from Jenny. She’ll ring me back. I couldn’t find any emails from the gal? She kindly ordered me some lemon bleach and lemon mousse, bless her.
I put in an order with Iceland. A few things were shown as unavailable on the web site. The most important being the lemon bleach.
They only had Domestos available. And that I consider over-priced, and rated. The Surami sticks are still not obtainable, but they had some on Shrimp flavour, which is not as good, and dearer than the fish ones. Shame!
Getting tired again now. (Poor old sausage!) I Got the potato slices in the oven cooking. Nervous, that I didn’t get delayed on my little journey, and forget about the oven being left on!
Then took down the sorted rubbish backs to the rubbish bin, and waste chute. I rather overloaded the three-wheeler guide trolley with the bags. Just as well that I forgot to take the recycling glass jars as well. I espied the new colour for the walls that the contractors are in the middle of doing. Turquoise, I think?
The lift took a while to come. Only to be expected with only one available for tenants during the day.
I got it eventually, and out into the lift lobby. Then around to the right through the caretakers’ passage and out to the bins. A caretaker kindly took the big recycling bags from me. He told me the glass recycling bin was full of alcohol empties. (Hahaha! I wasn’t surprised!) So it didn’t matter that I’d forgotten the glass jars. No point in me leaving them on the floor, cause the prowling neighbourhood yobbo-kids would only smash them. I’ll try again later in the week.
The caretaker bloke and I had a mini-natter.
He suggested they swap the industrial-sized bin, to use for the glass empties and the small one for the recycling. (Which made me larf out loud!) Haha!
As I limped back inside the flats lobby doors, I took a few photographicalisation, so we can remember what mayhem we have been put through for the last… how long is it now? Must be near three-years or more. The dang Coronavirus has played havoc. With the time-table and plans of getting the job finished.
But they are back at it again, bless ’em! It’s comforting to hear their noises, and back on the job.
Through to the lift lobby and waited patiently for the lift.
During which the one (Contractors only during the day), we are not to use, kept arriving. And some folks came in straight into the cage, without a care in the world, even gave me a funny look as I stuck to the rules and awaited the tenant’s elevator to arrive.
Then another tenant did the same thing! I even got a sneer from him! Huh! Still, it’s not for me to complain! They may have been visitors. Can’t say I’ve seen any of them before.
I got back up to the apartment and placed the trolley in the corner, with a little difficulty. And checked on the cooking in the oven, all was fine! Phew!
I got the nosh served up. The sausages (canned) had been left in the saucepan in water from the can, with added Hickory liquid smoke to season them a bit for hours. Very flavoursome, too! Beetroot, potato salad, and sliced potatoes cooked in the oven. Some red and green seedless grapes were sorted from those that had gone wrinkly and crinkled. Some fresh ones being delivered on Wednesday, I hope.
Got the washing up done, and down in the recliner, Where I had a few thoughts, about my Xyrophobia suffering, over amour-propred, Brother-in-law Pete. He goes into hospital tomorrow for his PET scan. I hope all goes well, I’ll be looking at the City Hospital Tuesday, at the time he’s due to go in, and send the lad some “Healing and hopeful thoughts through the ether!” All the very best, Pete, mate!
A late burst of sunshine came through the balcony windows. That’s the new one with the doors that do not close or lock. The feet were up on the swivel chair resting, and I took a snap of the uncut toes. But they did look in better shape than of late. I wondered why?
I remembered I’d forgot, a touch of anamesia there, to ask anyone for help from the many photographers out there, who might know. Earlier, it might even have been yesterday, I wanted to try and do one the wider photographs where you press and move the camera then press again to stop it. I used to use this before the stroke, but cannot for the life of me, remember which icon to set for it. Shaking Shaun, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicododemus’s neurotransmitters were collectively behaving well at the time, and I’d hoped to get a shot of the skyline. Not a lot of hope of holding the camera steady enough, mind. I started using each selection around the dial, but by then, the twitching and shaking had returned. Oy-oy-oy! I thought I’d ask, so I will know which one to use quickly if ever the shaker-ailments should all become calm at the same time again when the camera is handy in the kitchen. I waffled on there a bit, didn’t I, sorry.
I got the TV on and played a Boon DVD. I was amazed that I stayed awake for the first two parts, (Mind you, it was one the better episodes, and I’d not viewed it for years) and took this photo from the chair, in celebration. Hahaha!
Next thing I remember, is waking up around four in the morning, with the remote control still on my chest, and in need of the Porcelain Throne. No waking for wee-wees then! At long last, Sweet Morpheous!
03:30hrs: The nowadays standard waking up wanting a wee-wee, started the day off. Haha!
I bravely hauled my Herculean, muscular, young, fit Adonis-like body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, decrepit, out of action, beige-coloured, rickety recliner, without a twinge from any of the ailments, and singing aloud, ♫ “If I ruled the World” ♫! …
Oh, alright then. I fumbled and bumbled my way to the edge of the recliner, leant forward to grab the four-pronged walking stick, missed it and overbalanced. I fell to my Arthur Itis-ridden knees on the floor, agitating the already inflamed rear-end furuncles and piles!Groggleknockers!
Because of the urgency of the needs of the bladder, I crawled to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to make sure I got there in time. However, I did manage to arrive in time, and then spent ages waiting for the WSSUL (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Unremittingly-Long) post-micturition after-dribbling to finish! Crikeyumecky! Brogglesknockersworth!
Getting back up on my feet, really ought to have been filmed for posterity. That, or to be used in educating the young on what to expect when they get old and infirm! Hahaha!
I foolishly tried the computer chair to ease myself up from the floor. Of course, it ran away and knocked the tray off of the Ottoman when they collided! I stayed down on my knees, well, it seemed a sensible idea at the time. And picked I up the bottles, pill box’s, wristwatch and mobile phone that had tumbled from the Ottoman, and put them on the recliner. Then, I used the recliner to attempt to raise my overly-adequately-stomached body from the floor.
It took a fair bit out of me, but perseverance and determination got me up on my feet, just in time for Shoulder-Shuddering Shirley to kick off big time. I imagine it must have looked like some poor devil with St Vitus’s dance (Sydenham’s chorea). I thought it wisest if I sat down again, sharpishly until the shaking had stopped. If Peripheral Pete kicks-off with one of his involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, I’ll be going over for sure.
Grobbledangknangles! I sat on the mobile phone, and the rear-end boils and Harold’s Haemorrhoids both let me know of their disapproval! How I wished I could have restarted the day!
After a few minutes, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley had calmed down, and I took the EOGPB with me for cleaning and sanitising to the wet room. I also went through a few moments of surprise, fear and sheer agony; yes, I had to treat the Harolds Haemorrhoids and furuncles at the same time. However, it all went well.
If one drop of Harolds Haemorrhoidal ointment should touch one of my furuncles or boils or visa-versa, I will know about it. I did this last month, and still remember the discomfort, I even cringe when I think about it!
I came out from the wet room half an hour later, feeling rather self-satisfied at how well I thought I’d handled the mornings’ creamings, so’s to speak! I felt a Smug-Mode coming on.
It’s often a mistake, losing concentration like that, I hit the edge of the door with the right arm and shoulder. Saccades-Sandra was the cause this time, my vision blurring making distance awareness weak. Blockstooum! Oy Gevalt!
Now I was instantly in a pickle! Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Saccades-Sandra, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were failing, Dizzy Dennis was present and ready for action, and Anne Gyna joined in giving me grief.
All I could do was limp to the recliner and sit down in hopes of some sort of recovery. I had a swig of the spring water, closed my eyes and felt so sorry for myself, it sickened even me! Tsk!
Yet, I soon felt much improved in myself. Farrah’s Furuncles and Harold’s Haemorrhoids had both responded to their medications and had eased off tremendously well, within about five minutes. Only Anne Gyna and Nicodemus were persisting. I have to admit, getting back up on my painful uncut-toenailed feet again, I was a little nervous, but things were not as bad I thought they might be. With this morning’s record of calamities, I resisted going into Smug-Mode!
Cautiously off to the kitchenette, and took the morning medications. Late of course, with all the altercationalisationings, suffered.
Worra start to the day, Grumph!
Then I got the Enoxaparin injection sorted out, no problems and for once, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters behaved themselves while I performed the medicating.
Then I did the Health Checks, starting with the sphygmomanometer. Oh dearie me, the BP Sys was still a bit high at 172. Mmm!
Next, I did the ear-hole body temperature, and the thermometer told me it was 82.2°. Sounded alright to me?
I got the needle in the Sharps box, I jiggled those inside around a bit, and now there is room for a few more. Cunning eh? Then filled-in the record log in the folder.
I made a brew and took it with me to the computer, and consulted the notepad, cause I was all confused about what had gone on last night and this morning. I set about updating the Saturday blog.
Sadly, as Saccades eased off a little, Nicodemus and Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley both became so naughty and persistent, I knew things were not going to go well with the blogging. So many ailment induced mistakes, and I was ever correcting, and often getting that wrong too! Also, the Microsoft Photo gadget was often not recognising the SD and or drive, things were getting to me now.
Then I needed to go for a Porcelain Throne visit, so I decided to get the ablutions done at the same time. (I think I was hoping that the Microsoft Photo thingy would start working of its own accord while I way away?) It didn’t, of course. Cracklepackers!
They didn’t work out as planned either! As if I wasn’t over two hours behind schedule by now anyway, I found myself sat on the throne, I’m not joking, for over an hour! I sang songs, whistled, planned the end of the world and bringing back hanging, just like yesterdays visit!
Only the product was more substantial and stubborn. When things did start moving, I had to apply as much pressure as I could bear pain-wise to force things along! I even took a photo of the poorly toes and feet while awaiting some action. On the bright side, I don’t know-how, with all the agony I was in, but I finished a crossword! Well, I nearly finished it, I had to look up one clue, but that’s the nearest I’ve been to finishing one since the stroke.
Some slightly streaky blood had flowed, but not much, so I assume this was from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. They had taken a battering this morning. Tsk!
I was drained by the time I finished and sorted everything out. And shortly, it would be time to start prepping Josie’s meal.
So I got on with the ablutioning. A record number of dropsies today. You name it, and it was probably dropped! Although not the showerhead, thankfully.
Two cuts shaving, cleaning the teeth started Toothache Thomas off.
I had a toe-stubbing against the shower chair when I moved it. The showering went okay, bearing in mind I had a few dizzies in there, but I know where the grab rails are now, I’ve grabbed them often enough. Hehe!
I got dressed and very carefully, hobbled to the kitchen. I was determined not to walk into the door again! And I didn’t!
The views from the new, anti-photographer, thick-framed, impossible to get to for cleaning windows, were to me, incredible! It looks like it’s going to stay with us this good weather. I took these three shots, left, ahead and to the right. I used the Canon today, the Nikon is on charging.
The landline flashed. It was Brother-in-Law Pete. We had an excellent nattering session. The lads going into the City Hospital again on Tuesday, for a pet scan. (Well I hope they don’t find any cats in there! Hahaha!) 12:30hrs, He’s due. I told him to take his camera so he could photo the flats. Wished him all the best. I hope that Jane’s coping with it all.
I concentrated on Josie’s nosh then. Buttered kippers, smoked haddock, giant butter beans, mushrooms, tomatoes, and it turned out, one of my best ever tasting cheesy mashed potatoes! A can of G&T and a little lemon cake.
I delivered to her flat door on time, I’m good like that, you know, trying to be punctual! Smug-Mode-Engaged!
Back to the flat, and decided to do the second injection early, so I could concentrate on the blogs. Well, when I dropped the trousers and PPs, just look at what I saw! Blimus!
Now, surely the Tate Gallery must be interested in these? If they can pay a do-do who made a pile of bricks a fortune, what should these fetch? No, you’re right!
Many more hours were lost, thanks to the ailments making typing and concentration so tricky today.
When I went to have a look at what I might have with the leftovers from Josie’s meal, what a shock! It was now past 19:00hrs!
No wonder I was feeling so knackered and had a humdinger of a headache! I got the evening medications imbibed straight away. Better late than never! I had another sachet of Macrogol as well.
I answered some comments on WordPress, but I’m not sure who and what I put for certain. I’m so shattered. Been up for
Got the meal made ASAP. I was so tired and did not make any effort to beautify the feed, just dolloped it in the bowl. But, by-Jimminee, I enjoyed it! A flavour rating of 7.8/10 was granted.
After washing the pots, I somehow found the energy to do a Morrison order. Due on Monday 20th July. I’ll have to manage without the favourites for a while until then. Gives me a chance to get some of the other stuff eaten. It’s just that I do love the lemon mousses so. They had no lemon bleach available – Humph!
I got a bottle of spring water, and orange cordial made up.
I filled in the City Care record log, better late than never, and took the evening medications.
The pots were out of sync. I think with being so confused and tired, I may have taken them twice? Schlepper!
I got down in the recliner, but amazingly was finding it hard to get to sleep! Watched some TV, they brought on a few short minutes-long nod-offs. So that helped a bit.
It was just gone midnight, and I remembered I’d not taken the polyethylene-glycol Macrogol. I got up, went to the kitchen, made the drink and imbibed it.
On the way back to the chair, I somehow got my right leg entangled with the four-pronged walking stick! How I kept my balance (but it was a good thing I was not carrying anything at the time), I don’t know. A sneaking Semi-Smug-Mode was adopted all the same!
04:25hrs: Over a couple of hours, I kept waking thinking, and nodding off again. This was not a reluctance to get up, as much as a desire to stay in the second-hand, c1968 recliner, where I felt safe from fears and problems. Combined with the tiredness of mammoth proportions. Even though when first stirring, I’d had at least six-hours kip? All very confusing!
(Ah, but maybe not, it could be due to all the Enoxaparin I’ve had to inject into my muscular, Adonis-like, young, fit, vibrant, healthy body?) ““
My determination to resist rising and getting all active and stuff like that was a first for me. The main expergefactor that got me up from the sickeningly beige-coloured, not working recliner, was the need for a wee-wee. (That bit is customary for me, Hehe!) I was up and on my agonising feet, without any accidents at all. I painfully hobbled my way to the wet room.
I had to accinge to micturate this time. For it was, unfortunately, an RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee. Followed by a most stubborn and lengthy period of Post-Micturition dribbling. This made me have to change into new PPs. The old ones had a sign that didn’t cheer me up any, Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking blood overnight. I didn’t do any cleaning up or medicating at the time, for it had dried, and I was lucky to get the old PPs off, without breaking the crusting, and thought better of making it worse still. The medicationalisationing of this area is something I have to look forward to yet. Thunderglobberisations!
I had a good clean up and wiped the contact surfaces with antiseptic. Then I got the Enoxaprinisationing dealt with.
I cunningly placed the Nikon on the airing grid, where I keep the Enoxaparin, contaminated sharps bin and paperwork. And took a photo (Sorry about showing my bulbous, Buddha Belly) as I injected myself. Clever, eh? All went well. Smug-Mode-Engaged!
I seemed to be in a photographers-mode artistically (For some unknown reason). I placed the emptied hypodermic on the edge of a counter and put myself in front of it, thus having the steadier left hand free, to click the Nokia with.
Then took a snap of myself as I was placing the needle into the yellow Sharps Box.
Then I filled in the details in the City Care log. Then got the Health Checks done.
Oh, bloomin’ ‘ecky thump! Just look at the SYS and DIA readings!
I wonder if this is because I took the reading after doing the injection? I usually do it the other way around, BP first? Mmm! I’ll do a Google search to find out if I can. Hang on, back in a bit!
I’m glad I looked now. Got this bit of relative-to-me info about side-effects:
An increased potential risk for dangerous protracted bleeding. (Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding?)
Impaired haemostasis, including thrombocytopaenia (usually considered safe to give if platelets>50).(Well, I do have venous thromboembolic diseases, including Deep vein Arterial Thrombosis?)
A recent ischaemic stroke (usually considered safe to give 1 month after the stroke) (Well, I do suffer from venous thrombosis (phlebitis) (Yes, I have Venous thrombosis [phlebitis])
Uncontrolled severe hypertension (systolic BP> 200mmHg, diastolic BP> 100 mmHg)
Diabetic retinopathy. (Well, I have just been diagnosed early last month as being diabetic?)
Recent neuro- or ophthalmic surgery. (Well, this doesn’t ring any bells?)
I’m in the team for the first five side-affects. I’m glad that number four pointed out the systolic BP> 200mmHg, diastolic BP> 100 mmHg, not that I understand it all, mind you.
But the mention of Systolic BP and 200mmHg relates to today’s reading. Maybe?
I’ll look it up and try to find out just what it means. Okay, now I’m sorry I looked it up. I’ve not got the foggiest idea what it all means, so, best for me to forget it and not to do self-research on the web again! (But, I bet I will do!) I just don’t have the literacy to understand things enough. What with my dyscalculia, and since the stroke, arithmophobia. Hehehe! Shame!
I wonder if the prescriptions will arrive today, as promised by Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store? I sense they might. But I’ve been wrong before!
I took the medications and got a calling from the suddenly rumbling innards for the Porcelain Throne being needed. So, hasty-hobble to the wet room.
Aha, a better session this time! Admittedly things took a while to kick-off. But when the action started, it was so much quicker and far less painful than it has been of late.
Although, I was nearly caught out by a late arrival of an after-torpedo, that noisily clunked out into the bowl unexpectedly! Luckily I had not moved as I was deep into the crossword book at the time. Phew! A smidge of bleeding, but not messy or over-odorous!
Cleaned things up, and off to the computer. Where I got very-belatedly on with updating the Friday post. Which took hours to finish. Better late than never? Got the link sent off. Only about five wee-wees were taken during these hours, all of the RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) variety.
Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and ate few seedless grapes.
Then set up a pose to photograph the poor toes and feet. I took it with the flash on, with the Nikon and it came out pretty much as the eye saw it through the lens-viewer for once. The excessive colouring, I put down to the flash being used.
The pain from the toes was worse than yesterday, and the right-foot Hallux Rigidus toe was starting to hide behind the other, digits! (Not so Rigidus nowadays, Haha!) The right big toe was painful when I tried to pull it away from under the next toe. Not good this, just what I needed, something else to give me grief! Globblegripes!
I went onto the WordPress reader for a while. Then caught up so very late, on Facebooking.
Then sudden fatigue arrived (So early in the day as well!) I’d better get the nosh going before I fall asleep. But no, I must not fall asleep at all, the prescriptions should be arriving. Confusionablities Reigns!
As I got in the hallway, I actually heard a plopping sound and went to investigate. Aha, it was the belated INR test results for the last two Vampire Nurse visits. They were for the 7th & 9th June. Next one on Monday. INR level, the 9th, 1.3, and the 10th 1.8, so on the way back up again. I envisage that my Monday, it will be within range and the Enoxaparin injections will cease. (He mutters, full of confidence. Haha!)
I took this snap from the kitchenette window, for two reasons. One, to show you why I keep mentioning the view-blocking status of the windows. The old ones, which were great, unlike these so-called upgraded ones, didn’t let the rain in, had just one sheet of glass to clean, and a 180° turn around for cleaning, the new ones have three panes of glass that cannot be reached by those of us with disabilities for washing. The designers who thought these unreachable to clean, light and view-blocking, thick-frames windows were suitable for elderly folks. The designers just must have been gerontophobia (hatred or fear of the elderly) sufferers! Sorry, got carried away there! Hehehe!
I spent a lot of time preparing this meal. It looked and smelt goodish. Once served up, I almost hastened to the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken-not-working rickety recliner. Put something on TV that had subtitles, and started to tuck into the meal!
A sausage and mouthful of potato salad later (15 seconds), the intercom chimed out. It was a lady volunteer, bless her, bringing me the prescriptions from the dentist. Great timing! Ah, I wrote the dentist; I meant Chemist. (Toothache Thomas on my mind!) Sorry! Fancy that, me making a mistake (Hahaha!)
I thanked her muchly for her kindness in helping me out.
They had sent a new Sharps Bin, and I tried to get the lid to fit on it. After several tries and dropping it a few times, I decided to get back to the fodder-eating duties and try the lid again later. Tsk!
Despite it going rather gone cold now, I ate up all of the meal. Still gave it a 6/10 for the Taste-Rating. Then got the pots washed, again a few dropsies, plenty of mess to clean up, but no injuries or breakages. Smug-Mode-Engaged! The view through the kitchen window, well, hanging perilously out of the window, was gorgeous. Look at those cloud formations! Bootiful!
I then got the Enoxaparin injection tended to.
For some reason, the needles hurt going in tonight. Methinks with Shaking Shaun already having made me drop a few items in the past hour, and make mistakes in the typing earlier, he may have had a min-bash at me as I was depressing the pushrod on the hypodermic? I did a bit of rearranging in the old waste bin and made some room to get more in. Smug-Mode-Adopted again! Hehe!
I got the Nottingham Care sheets updated in the folder.
I took the medications and treated the various parts of my magnificent, manly, youthful, honed and toned body in need of it. ““
I got settled down back into the £300, secondhand, c1968, none-operational, rickety recliner, and turned on the TV, with the headphones on. I was soon off in the land of Sweet Morpheous!
But not for long, I sprang awake thinking I’d been in the land of Nod for hours and realised it had only been for a couple of minutes. Grufflemoan! And was, I thought, in need of the Porcelain Throne. All the signs were there, the sharp innards stabbings, the escapages of little puffs of wind from the rear end, etc.
So I climbed out of the recliner, caught my balance, grabbed the walking stick and off to the wet room – Stubbing my toe against the Ottoman en route! Argh!
No time for self-moaning over the pain, I was sure I was at risk of a major embarrassment, and would not make it to the Throne in time! I dropped the PPs going through the door, and landed with a thud on the seat… and waited, had a go at the crossword book, bided my time, waited, whistled, picked my nose, and ended up praying for some action, movement or activity from the rear quarters. But it was not to be. Whatever was inside the innards wanting to be released, felt rock solid, and apart from a weak unwilling wee-wee, and some passing of wind, nothing moved!
I’d been caught out like this before. A week or two ago, in the same situation, I got up to return to wherever I was, and ‘things’ started, and I did not make it back to the wet room in time! Jolly disconcerting and embarrassing! So, I held my ground, and started on the crosswording as I waited, and waited, and waited! Nope, nothing moved!
I decided to take a sachet of Macrogol. Off to the kitchen, glad I did now, the evening sun-down view was great!
I made myself a spring water and orange cordial drink. Ate a few seedless grapes and returned to the £300, c1968 recliner.
I’m taking it that I fell asleep almost straight away. Because there are no memories available to draw on in the grey-cells box. Hey-ho!
03:30hrs: Rose awkwardly from the c1968 recliner, and utilised the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). Well, it took that long, I feared that I’d get a telegraph from the Queen, so long did I stand there tinkling away, at the LDYSSM (Long-Dribbling-Yet-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon) evacuation!
I had a mini-thought-storm, and afterwards, a period of anamesia. But could I recall what it was that was so important to remember? No! Well, not for a while.
I poddled to the kitchen, a precarious job this morning, the balance was not good at all. I took my time purposely. (This often happens a few hours after injecting the Enoxaparin) In hopes of avoiding any toppling over’s. Then I had to return to the bucket again, for a wee-wee of the same type. But the colour had changed from the one five-minutes earlier? A pretty orange tinge to this one. I took the EOGPB back with me to get it cleaned and disinfected.
The first job, I thought I’d get the morning’s Enoxaparin Injectionaliscalisationing done.
For some reason, I could not remember which side I stabbed last night. I don’t think it is over-serious whichever. I cleverly (for me, I thought), Got the Nokia, no, the Nikon set up on the airer where the injection kit and log-book is located.
Which meant I could get myself in front of the camera, and free the left hand to click the camera, thus saving using the naughty Peripheral Neuropathy’d right hand. The pictures came out alright, and this kept me wasting a lot of time, in taking a multitude of shaky, blurred useless photos, before getting some usable. I got a bit of word-blindness and confused there.
I got the needle in the yellow box and updated the log folder.
Aha, I remembered what it was I couldn’t recall earlier, the Iceland delivery was coming twixt 8>10:00hrs. I must get the ablutions done soon again, so I can be sure of hearing the intercom ringing when he arrives.
Back to the kitchenette, did the Health Checks. The Sys is very high again, Humph! Temperature with the ear-hole thermometer was a much healthier 36.4°c. Got the mushrooms in the crock-pot and made a brew of Extra-Strong Assam.
I started on this blog up to here, then went on to finalise the Thursday blog. Facebooking for a while, then I sent off the links.
– : Off to get the ablutions done. A good job I went early, cause I was delayed by the Woodthorpe Court Gremlins, causing me all sorts of problems. And that was with having a shower! Knacklewrangles!
Ablution Session Report:
I had to utilise the Porcelain Throne first. Rock-hard, it took ages and was bloody. (I did get a few answers in the crossword, though!)
The flush took me many efforts to clear things!
The teeth cleaning, of course, set-off Toothache Thomas.
I lost count of the dropsies when shaving. I counted up to ten of them, then gave up.
I got five nicks and a cut shaving!
I dropped the after-shave bottle, having mixed fortunes with this. It landed in the waste bin, so it didn’t break.
But en-route it bounced off of my left patella! And I hit the right shoulder against the sink going down to retrieve it!
Thus, Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley has woken up to give me some hassle! Grumph!
After this, the dropsies really did, take off! The soap, liquid (1), and tablet (4)! The flannel (2), then towel (2).
The Medicationing went better; this cheered me up.
Well, apart from my dropping Harold’s Haemorrhoid tube twice.
The ankle-ulcer looked like it was getting ready to erupt again—no chance of seeing a podiatrist for getting any help.
Then, it had to happen, I’ve not done this for a few days now; Carrying things as I left the wet room, I misjudged the gap, and gave my right elbow a crunching-clout on the door frame! Gangleboggleisations!
The legs and knees were looking far betterer. A bit of meat back on them both, and they were nearly the same size and shape as each other!
In fact, the skin all over the magnificent body of mine, (Inchcock Lie Detected!) looked to have regained some, not a lot, fair enough, but a modicum of colour? Hahaha!
I got dressed fully, without any further mishaps. I was off to the kitchen to check on the mushrooms. I turned off the heat, they looked about done now.
The morning had brightened a smidge. I took these shots left, ahead and to my right.
Onto the computer to get a template done, and get this blog started.
A few hours later, Iceland Stores delivery had not arrived. Then I realised it was only 09:30hrs, so there’s still 30 minutes of the window left.
I went on CorelDraw and Paint, to make up some page-head graphics.
As the rain came down again. It didn’t stop for long this time; ten minutes later, it had stopped. And the sun broke through occasionally.
The door chimes burst forth with there Dusty Springfield tune of ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫. Iceland food delivery had arrived. I thanked the chap and slipped him a can of G&T in thanks.
He put the bags through the door for me, so all I had to do was take them into the kitchen.
I have to admit, for the life-of-me, I couldn’t remember ordering another great-big bag of Cheese Quavers? The most significant amount of things were the new 4-roll packs of Kitchen Towels.
I tried one last time, and they are on offer. They are perfect for soaking up shaving blood, and they do not irritate Little Inchies fungal lesion when used to apply the Cortisone cream. Also, for applying Harold Haemmorhoids cream, and for blowing one’s nose on! Hahaha! Just the right size.
I got the fridge, freezer and cupboards overflowing after putting them away.
Went to get a ready-made, one that I did earlier, bottle of spring water and orange cordial, and notice how the sky had cleared up of mist and rain.
Back to the computer again, I’m determined to make time for some graphics done!
I’d forgot to take the black bags to the waste chute, a dodgy trip. The contractor decorators were in the lift foyer and chute room. Well, they weren’t actually, but the wet paint signs were not noticed by yours-truly, as they had not been put up yet. Hehehe! No problem, the paint came off of the trousers, slippers, and fingers quickly enough, it was that thin.
Back to the computer, and took another shot through the balcony. The rain had stopped again, and a bit of brightness threatened.
On CorelDraw once more.
Gawd, I suddenly feel not so good. I can hardly keep my eyes open. Better get summat to eat while I can.
Peas, potatoes and mushrooms, Surami prawns, fish in batter strips, with fish sauce vinegar. Flavour Rating 5/10. Apart from the fish, that I’d over-cooked, the mushrooms I’d undercooked. The Surimi prawn that I had not defrosted fully, the bitter taste of the garden peas, some of the Egyptian seedless grapes that had gone mouldy inside. Oh, and stabbing myself with the knife, it wasn’t too bad. Knockersworthyness! (A No-confidence Scenario emerging).
I injected the Enoxaparin and filled in the record log-folder.
I was still feeling so tired, but I had to stay awake, for the Amazon disinfectant delivery, and a possible visit from the After-Stroke lady.
I phoned Riechsfuhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana and asked if she could find out about my prescription delivery for me, please, as I only have two days’ supply left. Also, the yellow Sharps bin was over full with the used needles. She kindly said she would and will phone me back.
I got seated down, with Law & Order to view on the box, that has subtitles on it. Meaning, I shall not have the headphones on. So, providing I do not nod-off, I should have a chance of hearing the intercom or door chimes. Deana called back, the prescriptions should be arriving Saturday or Sunday. She has some paperwork and will deliver it later. Thank you!
Deana arrived and left some paperwork for me. We managed a couple of minutes worth of ‘precious-to-me nattering’, and departed, me thanking her.
As you can see, there was a fair amount of reading, digesting, and decision making to be done. Not up to it at the moment, too tired!
When, how, and will I remember, are variables anticipated. Munggleblonks!
Not that I do not appreciate the caring enough to ask us what our preferences are. No, that shows a rare empathy. But at my age, state of health bodily and mentally, it’s taking me all my time and concentration, in just getting through and coping with my problems daily, without adscititious headwork needed.
I got down again and nodded off too quickly, I’m afraid! I woke in need of a wee-wee and heard the intercom as I was on the way to the wet room again. (Lucky that was!) This disappointing disinfectant delivery had arrived!
I’m getting a collection of many empty boxes now that will need sorting out. Tsk!
I couldn’t resist having a look at, smelling, and trying out the new ‘Fresh Lemon’, costly disinfectant. I poured some into my disinfectant spray bottle and squirted some in a kitchenette waste bin. Where the lemon scent was, I don’t know. My tired nose could not detect any at all! Even stuck my snozzle into the 5litre bottle and no aroma of lemon there at all? So much for my plans of using it in the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), and the toilet tank. So sad!
Still, if this warns any of my many hundreds of readers of the lemonless disinfectant, it’s worth mentioning, so both readers can be aware. Hehe!
This was a foreign time to me, staying up this late. After the hours of struggling to stay awake, I would have thought it would mean my getting down and drifting off swiftly… But, no!
01:30hrs: I was having a dream about my being chased in tunnels underground again! I found a small cave and hid in it; it was a harem. I woke up spreadeagled all over the £300, c1968, second-hand, not-working, sickenly beige-coloured recliner! The quilt had been thrown over the swivel chair, the bottle of spring water was on the floor along with the camera and Enoxaparin-filled box of needles, the toes were stinging something rotten. I mused, over why?
: Soon, my childish interest in the unfathomable waned. When, as I straightened my embarrassingly bulbous-bellied body, and caught my little finger on the arm of the chair (Again!). It didn’t half hurt! I fear this is the start of rheumatics in the fingers now. The skin looked rather pale this morning. As if I needed something else to help me drop things! Cragknockers!
I launched myself off of the recliner, caught by dodgy balance, grabbed the stick, and made my way to the kitchenette. Slowly and carefully, I might add. For my EQ had warned me to, that was good enough for me!
I got the kettle on, nipped for a wee-wee of a surprising RPOD (Reluctant-Painful-Orange-Dribbling) variety.
Washed the dandies, got the kettle on, and took the morning medications.
I had to have a think through on whether I needed to do an Enoxaparin injection or not. But with the INR nurse coming again today for the blood sample, I think not. Got the BP taken. The body temp was 82.5°f. Made the brew and left it to cool down, I don’t want the Toothache to get any worse.
Then, I took a shot of the poor right legs, uncut toes! Not a pretty sight! Hehe!
I started to update the Wednesday blog, and this took me ages! Concentration was lacking this morning, mistakes with the help and without the help of Shuiddering-Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters failing. I struggled through, and before checking it, I got the crock-pot in use, to make another of the beef stews. The beef in first, with some vegetable and beef gravy seasonings. Added some red onions, sliced and without any blood being spilled (Smug-Mode-Adopted!). A few Piccolo tomatoes, and as a silly after-thought, I added some Stubbs Hickory liquid smoke. I fear this may prove to be a mistake, but it’s too late now. Unglefrogwogglings!
Then, after a wee-wee, I made up a template for this diary. Went on the WordPress reader. Checked the nosh again, all looking good, took a photo of the now misty and raining view. It’s been drizzling on and off all morning.
Then off to get the ablutions tended to.
It was a little early, but with my going without a shower for two mornings now, I just had to have one. And before the time for the nurse to arrive.
Very few dropsies this session in the wet room, I reckon about six. A dizzy in the shower, and a couple of cuts shaving. Toothache Thomas was bad. Overall though, a decent result.
Checked the Emails, and Amazon now tells me that the Dettol and Lemon disinfectants will not be arriving today after all, but tomorrow before 20:00hrs! I bet it changes again! Splerminescence! However, the Hoisin sauce will be arriving today, before 22:00hrs. Ha! Tracked it, and it looks to me like it should be here this afternoon or teatime. Which is bedtime for me, usually? (He spouts confidently!)
I spent some time catching up on the WordPress Comments. Then went onto Facebooking. The nurse is due about now (09:30hrs). She told me she’d be here on twixt 08:00 & 10:00hrs. Well, it’s 10:50hrs now, no nurse yet.
The phlebotomy nurse arrived fifteen minutes later. She was with me for about five minutes. Obviously, the gal was in a rush. But kept pleasantness about her. And had to press-on, with her being all behind on her roster. Thank you, M’am.
I got an update on Nottingham’s Coronavirus status. It was not good! Oh, dear!
I made some graphics up on CorelDraw. I was checking on the nosh in between.
Nosh prepping, got spuds in oven. I finished one graphic and then served up the nosh.
Half-way through it, and the intercom chimed and flashed.
I did a toe-stubbing on the way to the machine. I gritted my teeth and muttered a few curses under my breath. Grampshackle-Globberisations!
An Amazon delivery had arrived. It was the Dettol Lavender & Orange oil medicated disinfectants, all six bottles! I got them checked and put away, leaving one out to use, under the sink.
Thanked the chap and slipped him a can of G&T. I’m glad I got these now, what with a possibility, nay, expectancy, of a Coronovavirus re-lockdown in Nottingham.
Back to the food, and finished off the rest of the meal. A flavour rating of 8/10 for this one. I got the pots and pans washed up, and found something on TV, erm…Law & Order it was, with subtitles to watch without the use of the headphones. There was a chance of the Hoisin Sauce being delivered, so I had the task of staying awake until it arrived.
Krucklebads! I fell asleep! When I woke up, I wondered if I’d missed the delivery, so went in hopes of finding the box at the front door outside. Well, well, well! There was the box Hoisin, on the floor! Phew!
Plastic bottles this time, which suited old fumble-fingers here down to the ground! Sorting out the bottles, well, I stuck them in the corner. Then I noticed last nights used Enoxaparin needle. I’ll get it in the yellow Contaminated Sharps box, and went in the front (junk) room, and promptly fell asleep again.
The landline lit up and flashed, “Aha, I said to myself” (well I was the only person present, Hehe!) that will be the Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin clinic with the results of this mornings rest. It was.
Julie, who explained the INR, was still too low, at 1.8, (3.5 targetted) and I must keep on with injecting two Enoxaparins a day until Monday night. The Warfarin Doses are to be:
Tonight x3, Fri x3, Sat & Sun 2½ tablets. And the next blood test will be on Monday. I thanked her muchly, then set about the self-inoculating procedures.
All done, I realised I’d not had a chance to ask the nurse about the Sharps Bin getting full. Humph! Well, she was very busy and in a rush.
I filled in the record log with what I’d done and took the evening medications.
I hadn’t noticed before, but on the cover of the log folder, were contact names and telephone numbers. I’ll get these in the Diary just in case I ever need them. Not that I can hear what they are saying over the phone, it’s even worse now the Audio Clinic is in lock-down, and getting hearing aid batteries is nigh-on impossible. I’m not allowed on buses; physically, things are that bad, I can’t walk too far, never mind getting to the Clinic, which is closed anyway.
So, why am I rambling on? There is an answer to that question. But it will most-likely involve words like; senescence, senility, senectitude, Ethonomia, septuagenarian and bonkersness. So, it’s best, perhaps if I do not try to find it!
I went to get a drink of spring water, and it was pelting down outside. As I took a picture with the Nikon camera, I noticed in the dead-end street ahead of me, were two gentlemen, Socially distanced in the middle of the road having a natter.
The circle in the top photo shows roughly the zoomed-in area, I took the second snap of, below. But in this rain! I take it they were both pluviophiles. They must have been soaked to the skin. Yet I wish I could have been out there with them! I was quite pleased with the Nokia pictures, considering the weather.
Hours beyond my head-down time now. I fear not getting up in time for my Iceland delivery in the morning.
I had little sleep, (effects of the Exonarin) up eight or so times for a wee-wee! Each one a waste of time, SWI (Sprinkly-Weak-Itchy) affair. Eventually, on the last needed while in the recliner, at 03:00hrs, Little Inchies fungal lesion started bleeding, so off to the wet room and wince-making job of cleaning and medicating. The uncut toenails and trying to walk without too much pain from them and the feet was not an easy task. I came close to having a tumble en route, thanks to Dizzy Dennis. Cragangles!
Still, all bleeding free, cleaned and medicated now. Eowskibungles!Hehehe!
I took a snap of the morning view, using the Aperture Priority option. Not brilliant but it’ll have to do.
I had to nip back to the wet room for yet another SWI (Sprinkly-Weak-Itchy) wee-wee. I got the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) disinfected and left it near the computer, in anticipation of the wee-wees continuing all day. Humph!
The knuckle on the right hand was more lumpy and just as tender today. But it was still keeping a safe social distance from the other fingers. Hehehe!
I tended to the medicationalisationing first.
With my ever-reliable Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, not having any 100mg Enoxaparin-fille hypos, I now have to stick in two by 40mg needles. (They do it on purpose you know, they hate me!)
Still, it will be interesting to see the different shapes of the scars, this time. More Art that the Tate Gallery is missing out on! It’s not as if I want a lot, £100 a photo? Hehehe!
The little yellow Contaminated Waste Box will soon be overfilled. I’ll have to mention this to whichever Dracula Nurse calls to take the extra blood sample, tomorrow. I must remember that tonight it is 2½ Warfarins, and one Enoxaparin injection, and must resist taking any extra Codeines for the toothache, the lady said in last night telephone call. I’ve forgotten why, but am sure she said this.
I got the Health Checks done. The sys is creeping up again.
The earhole body temperature came up as ‘Low’, but I wasn’t quick enough to catch the figure.
I took a snap of the pained old uncut, warped, gnarly, cringeworthy, discommodious, Howard-Hughes-like, tender, itchy, painful pinkies.
The thought of getting them cut and the ulcer bled. The inflamed, hard skin that effectuates fears of a return of the Tinea Pedis. I’m sure that many other residents must be in the same boat. Good luck to us all! Of course, if all these places I need access to being reopened; the hearing clinic, the opticians, the dentist, etc., will have one hell of a waiting list by then. So, I’m not getting my hopes up too much! (Ha! Me? Getting hopes up? It’s not natural!)
Toothache Thomas suddenly got worse for some reason. That cheered me up! And I can’t take any Codienes! Claptickleisations!
Made a start on yesterday’s blog updating. This cost me a lot of time and frustrations. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was in a decent enough mood, but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters kept failing and working. This delayed things and got me in a tizzy.
I barely got the job done in time for the Ablutions to be tackled, so I would be available for the Iceland delivery.
I checked the status of the kitchen first, to make sure I’d not left taps running, lights on, or the stove on, then set off for the wet room. The first one in ‘Auto’, the second in Aperture Priority. Much difference?
The Ablutionisationing went fair enough. A few dropsies. No Shower, too early. A nick or two when shaving, Toothache Thomas raging, when I cleaned the teggies. The worst thing was as I was getting dressed, I lost my balance getting the PPs on, and went over, hitting the Sock-Glide, knocking it off of the shower stool, and continued to the floor, with the damned glide following me down!
No, I apologise, I was wrong about this being the worst bit – getting back up after was the hardest and most painful. Gragnackles! I put some Phorpain on the new bruises that I could reach, made a brew to let go cool before drinking, and got on with the writing of this blog.
The intercom chimed and flashed. It was Iceland’s driver-delivery. The chap arrived and dropped the carriers through the door for me. Well, he put then in the middle of the door runner for me. I had a job holding open the door to move them inside. The bloke looked a little frazzled and mentioned how busy he was. So I thanked him and slipped him a can of G&T.
I took the bags through to the kitchen for sorting out. Knocking the cloth airing over as I misjudged the gap available. (You find this easier and easier to do this when you’ve got Peripheral Neuropathy Tsk!)
I got the fridge food sorted first. Beetroot salad, mushrooms, red onions, skinless sausages, pork & pickle min pies, brown bread thins, new potatoes, and potato salad. Got them into the fridge, just enough room.
Then the freezer products. I’d got some Special Price smoked Haddock fillets, and Fish in batter with salt & vinegar flavouring. But the offer meant me having to buy three if each. I did so in the knowledge that a certain lady would make use of a pack of each. This worked out lovely, I’d just got room for the other frozen stuff to fit in. I phoned the lady to tell her I was coming down with the fodder for her attentions. And anything she wanted to do with them as alright with me. I know the food will be made good use of.
I took them, and what a performance it was getting down as well! With tenants not supposed to use the left Contractor dedicated cage (understandably so), but the right cage was stuck on floor 13 and not moving. Repeatedly the left cage arrived, and I kept pressing a button and getting out, in hopes that the right side cage will be freed. In the end, I had to get in it!
I dropped the bag off and returned to the lifts. The right one still on floor 13! In the end, I had to use the naughty left one again. Horrible guilty feeling!
I got back to the apartment eventually. Haha! I’d also ordered some Peri-Peri salt, I’ve never had it before. As I put the cupboard goods away, I stuck my finger in the pot of salt, to try the taste of it. Blimey, it was hot!
I got back to doing this post. Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and had another wee-wee. Washed the dandies, and got the meal prepped. I got the diced beef in the slow-cooker, adding some gravy granules and veg pot seasoning. Later I added some sliced red onions, garden peas, potatoes and
I searched Amazon for some cheaper Dettol Lavender disinfectant and Zoflora lemon. The one’s I searched for last week were all too expensive.
I found these on the right, all at a much better price than earlier. The Dettol worked out a little below £3 each for 6 of them. The lemon disinfectant, a 5l size was £16, and the Hoisin sauce also at £3 a bottle. So I ordered one of each. They should be arriving on Friday they tell me.
I injected the last of the 100ml ExonaparinsChecked on the progress of the crockpot stew.
The food was almost ready now. A quick wee-wee (surprising, I know, Haha!), then I’ll get the nosh prepped! Went to wash my hands, and when I got back to the kitchen, I spotted this smoke coming from the Basford area.
The smoke looked to be clean and white, so hopefully, it was not a house fire. Fingers crossed!
I turned my attention to getting the fodder sorted out, and the landline rang and flashed. It was a nurse from the Phlebotomy Vampire Crew (Haha!). She told me she would be calling in the morning to take another INR blood test. I thanked her and made a note on the calendar.
Back to the preparing of the meal, to satisfy my phagomania.
This stew came out better than I expected it to. I’ve got another pack of the diced beef to have tomorrow, but I won’t be putting any of the Peri-Peri salt in it.
Tasty, flavoursome and filling. With a couple of little Viennese biscuits and a pot of lemon mousse to follow. Taste-Worthiness- Rating: 8.0/10.
Took the evening medications. And settled to watch a ‘Boon’ DVD. Ah, nostalgia! I turned off the DVD player and TV when I started to nod off and wake again repeatedly.
I think I started to have a dream about my being chased in an underground tunnel. Next thing I remember was the knees hitting the carpet when I dropped onto the floor from the recliner, clouting my poor right-hand little finger on the arm of the chair, right on the swollen knuckle? What-Who-When-Why-How?
I’m so glad there is no CCTV in the flat. Even I had to laugh at my antics to get back up into the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, that has seemed to have ejected me? Clambering back like climbing a mountain, with a few slide-backs, and spreading about of the cushion and quilt. The farce took away all the pain that I should have felt but didn’t.
Another mystery of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission?
As I sat there, calming myself down, I looked at the clock, but could not read it? Aha, where are my spectacles?
I spied them on the carpet a few feet away from where my muscular, highly tuned, healthy, Adonis-like, young, fit, desirable to women, six-foot-plus, power-house of a body, had landed from the fall off of the chair. Hehehe!
Luckily, I had the picker-upperer laying on the next chair and utilised it to retrieve the spectacles. And they were not broken, although a scratch or two on the left lens was annoying me!
More good news, all the noctambulistic diving off of the recliner and the ensuing kerfuffling about, did not disturb my getting back to sleep! Wogigj. Mind you, the knees were giving me a bit of grief.
02:45hrs: Woke, worked my abdominous, pot-bellied torso, and dangly thin limbs, free of the wabbly recliner, wobbled over to the bucket for a wee-wee.
A bit of a marathon job this one was. But it had a new cloudy-bluish/grey hue to it, which was a first for me. Hum? I wonder if the seedless red grapes I had last night might be to blame? The loud annoying ‘Hum’ accompanied me, as I whistled and counted the cracks in the ceiling while I waited patiently for the LDSSM (Long-Dribbling-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon) style wee-wee to end. Then a little longer. For the diabetes-inspired, insipidus Post Micturition after-dribble, to be over with. Try saying that when you’ve had a few bevvies! Haha! At least it was painless!
I passed a blast of involuntary wind and the resulting pain from the rear end, felt like the new furunculosis, are getting a little bigger now. Not that I can do anything about it. I’ve got a queue of medical things that need doing, and am waiting for the various departments to get permission to open again.
The Dentist for Toothache Thomas, two fillings and an extraction needed, at least, I reckon.
The Podiatrist to bleed the ankle impostume, and get the toenails cut.
The Audio centre to open so I can get some batteries for the hearing aids.
Diabetes ‘training to cope’ lessons to start.
The year overdue Cardiac Check-up on Metal-Micky ticker to be done.
The optician to open again, and get some new reading glasses, and ask if he can do anything, lens-prescription-wise to counter the effects of Saccades-Sandra.
As I carried the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) to the wet room, then to the kitchenette to be emptied, washed and disinfected, I all but dropped the flipping thing.
The right-hand little finger knuckle is so painful at times, others no bother at all? There is no swelling or bruising, but the bone seems to be getting a tad more extensive, and firmer, well, it feels brittler. And the digit is moving away from its brothers for some reason?
Ah, maybe it knows about Social Distancing? Hahaha!
Got the kettle on, and took a snap of the morning view from the deadly, near-lethal ungettable at to clean new window.
I made a brew of Thompson Punjana tea and left it to cool down ao as not to bother Toothache Thomas too much.
Got the health checks started with the sphygmomanometerisationing. The results look good again. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters played up as I was taking the thermometer out of the earhole, I kept pressing it several times without realising it. The stick gave a proper reading this time, in Centigrade, I think. 32.7°c. I reckon this is a good result too. I think that’s about 90°f. Fair enough?
Took the morning medications, and off to the wet room for another wee-wee. A marathon leak again. The legs looked thinner than ever, yet somehow misshaped? The knees were fatter.
Spotted some welts on the tummy. No idea what caused them. Got a wash and wiped the contact surfaces. Then collected the tea, and back to the front dump, er… room, to get Computer Cameron going, and make a start on updating the Monday diary.
I got the four-pronged walking stick at my side on the right, with the long picker-upperer hung on the top of the stick. The waste bin to my left, and started of by doing a graphic on CorelDraw. Then two thoughts to use later on.
It wasn’t long before I was back in the wet room, having a wee-wee again.
At least it didn’t last so long this time, and it had turned to an orangish shade.
Ah, I seem to be working my way through the rainbow lately. Haha! Well, a bit of fun does no harm. Does it?
I started the new potatoes in the crock-pot. Added a little soy sauce and fish vinegar to flavour them a tad.
Got the updating finished. Sent the link off, then went on the WordPress Reader.
Then the danged Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet went very slowly suddenly. I expected the worst, and another failure again, but, a few minutes later, it returned without any actions on my behalf. Phew!
I set off to get the ablutioning done.
The feet and toes were giving me plenty of discomforting aggravations today, and I’d hardly hobbled anywhere yet, apart from to and from the front room to the wet room and kitchenette a few times! Granglespithowlations!
But on the plus side, Thomas Toothache was not as bad as last night. (I anticipate regretting saying this later, now!) I regret, the ablution session was back to normal again!
Ablutionalisationing Report: Painful but different!
By the time I’d finished and got dressed, I’d bent down and used the picker-upper so often, Back-Pain-Brenda had kicked off!
The teeth-cleaning, although far less painful than yesterday, involved dropsies with the toothbrush (3), Toothpaste (2) and the mouthwash bottle (2). That went down both times with the lid off. So, now I need some more.
The shaving was a tad farcical, too! Razors (4), foam can, after-shave (To stop the bleeding). Cuts (3).
Stubbed the toes moving the shower chair!
The shower-head went down first use of it!
On the bright side, it missed my feet and toes, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters came back to life after this incident! Yee-Haa!
I did get a little visit from Dizzy Dennis, though. Enough to ensure my having just one, half-decent clout on the elbow from the grab bar, Tsk!
Getting dried off went well, no clearing of the floor cabinets things, dizzies, knocking against anything, or loss of balance! Smileworthiness!
The medicationalisationing; Between Harolds Haemorrhoids, and the Fulton’s Furunculosis creaming, a fair amount of Arghing and Cringing was carried out.
Dressing: Ah, the one that caught me out unawares! I was getting a little over-confident, I think. As I was getting the PPs on, I pulled a tad too firmly, and torn them, falling backwards, and had a clash with the door frame. I lost! I can still feel the connecting moment, and there may well be a decent bruise to photo later.
I staggered out of the wet room, in agony! Hahaha! Went to make a brew of Glengettie and take another painkiller. Made up two more black bags, and took them to the waste chute.
Returned and got the mug of tea made. Took this photo of the rather foreboding morning skies, arrived on the computer to visit the Facebooking sights. Or, Facebooking sites!
Getting on with this blog, and the intercom rang out. Aha!, it was Nurse Hristina arriving, so late I’d forgotten about her attending. So, I had an uplift in spirits at seeing her again!
She thought I looked a little bashed about (her words). I didn’t see the blood coming from the back of my head, not worth worrying about, only a tiny bit of it from the fall backwards on the door edge, I imagine. She was in a rush again, but I still enjoyed listening to her as she worked and chatted to me. Bless her!
Always sad when she has to go.
I got the oven on, warming ready for the fish in batter. To have (I decided), with the new spuds, can of garden peas, and fresh tomatoes. That’s the plan anyway. Did some more updating on this post, and got the fish in the kiln.
Prepped the nosh, as the rain poured down relentlessly. Oh, and the balcony door that locked on its own accord last month now does not shut-to at all. Another of the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, and hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given them by Mephistopheles, instructions; ‘Let’s make life unbearable for Inchcock’ mission?
The nosh was a little bit different today. The tomatoes were edible for once, nice! The fillets were fine and crispy coated! The new potatoes had no bad, festering or marrots in them. (You can’t win em all, Morrisons’) The smart way that Iceland had created the hardest ever, teeth-damaging, cement-like cooked beetroot, was first-class! Suffice to set Toothache Thomas off again!
Overall, a 6/10 flavour rating. Which was just about passable!
Washed the pots, took the evening medications and was soon nodding off, sat in the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner.
The Thought Storming began, so I put on a Boon DVD, and this seemed to dissipate the Thought-blasting. The first time this has happened. After a few nod-offs, waking again, rewinding the DVD, I drifted off into a blissful state of Sweet Morpheous!
The landline flashed and rang. Tsk! I somehow got out of the recliner and to the phone in time before it stopped ringing. It was the Anticoagulant (DVT) Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic, with some not so good news for me about the Warfarin INR blood test results.
The level was the lowest its been in a long time, at just 1.3! I was back on Red-Alert! I must carry the Anticoagulation Card with me at all times.
The kind lady went through what Enoxaparin I had in hand and was careful to get me to read the details from the box, to avoid any errors in working out the dosages I’d have to prod myself with. She went through the dosage and asked questions about my health (that took some time to deal with, Hahaha!)
She was most understanding when Stuttering Stephany, annoyingly kept breaking up my answers. A kind and patient lady. Thank you, warmly M’am! This cheered me up and made the process so much easier to cope with.
The new immediate doses (I was writing them down as she told me), were; Tonight; One Enoxaparin Injection, and FIVE Warfarin tablets! Wednesday AM: One Enoxaparin Injections. And she is trying to arrange another blood test for me on Wednesday, so just the Enoxaparin Injection for now. Then the lady will contact me with the results and new dosages etc. for me.
I thanked her muchly and hoped that I could read my scribbled notes to get them recorded later.
I got the injection in the stomach done, then took the extra Warfarin.
Within minutes of taking the Enoxaparin sodium anticoagulant, the ticker began to race, which is usual and no worry. Other than it prevented me from getting to sleep. I was all mentally full of beans. If you know what I mean?
23:30hrs: Woke up in need of a wee-wee, struggled out of the recliner to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), for a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode leak, and believing it to be much later than it was, stayed up. I went to the kitchenette to make a brew of Glengettie tea.
I banged my ankle against the cupboard door edge, silently swore and questioned my parentage, and then noticed how different the skyline looked this morning.
I got the kettle on the boil and took four shots of roughly the same view in different modes on the Canon. The second one was nearest to the actual area I was shooting.
Then got the Health Checks done. All the readings looked fine today. (Worrying, Hehe!) The body temperature showed just as ‘Low’ once again. I took the medications and got to the computer to get the updating of the Sunday blog done.
I tried uploading the photos from the SD card to Computer Cameron, but would it have it? I spent ages, unplugging and replugging things, tried the built-in cardholder drive, and eventually, a long time later, when I was beginning to panic a bit by then, the MS Pictures thingy, suddenly read the card. Phewski! I’m expecting further trouble with this next time I take and try to import a photo. Sulk-Mode-Engaged!
Updated the gallery, and made a template ready for today (this one), and then got on with the updating of Sunday’s blog. Although the best efforts of occasional Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter nerve ends failing, I got the Diary finished and posted within two hours.
Then made a start on this blog. The tummy-ache was still lingering a bit. I’ll need the Throne soon methinks. But its a positive indication that the Macrogol is working, not too much, I pray! Hehe!
I sent the links off, visited the WordPress Reader, then onto Facebooking. Put some washing in the sink bowl to soak, then got the ablutions tended to. And it was a very-copacetic session. Until the very end, but still.
Ablutionalisational Session Report:
As I went in the door, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Perfect timing, cause the Macrogol had done its job, and the whole evacuation went smoothly, but not painlessly, of course. Not messy, mind!
One nasty event here. Nicodemus’s nerve ends played up as I was using the electric toothbrush, and Toothache Thomas has started hurting such a lot more now! Klunglebogworthiness!
Nicodemus again caused a few dropsies of the razors. But his best efforts, only produce two tiny-little nicks shaving. Smug-Mode (Temporarily)-Engaged!
Are you ready for a shock? One, I repeat only ONE dropsy showering! (Mind you, it was the gel bottle, and it landed right on the big right toe!)
Little-Inchy’s fungal lesion was not bleeding!
Nothing knocked off of the floor cabinet when drying off!
The medicationalising of the tender areas went fabulously well, and pain-free! (Toothache Thomas is giving me enough! Schluberdubersnarl)
Getting dressed was one of the easiest for ages! No loss of balance or tumbling over, no banging any body-parts on the doors, Sock Glide, Shower chair, or Arthur Itis had calmed down amazingly!
My legs, however, were looking almost normal! A bit more meat on them, the Clopidogrel lumps and lesions were hard to find, and the veins were still hidden under the flesh, just like they were yesterday!
The uncut toenails, the painful, crippling toes, were worse than ever pain-wise. Now they did have Clodiogrel allergy marks on them. Still, it gives them a little character? Hehehe!
I felt a smidge of confidence, an iota of contentment, and pleased as punch at how things went. I even started singing to myself as I went to the kitchen to get the waste bagged sorted out… Oh, dear!
I found I’d left the hot water tap running in the sink! So that will be cold until tonight when the heating comes on! Knackwrangles!
I’d left the window open. The kitchenette light on. And had not cleaned and disinfected the grey bucket yet! Spittlisations! So did it.
My mood, although variable since I came back to mock-life, was now as Elvis sang, ♫Way Down!♫.
I was determined not to get feeling all depressed again! I decided I’d get the waste bags sorted out and onto the three-wheeler, to take them to the waste-chute and the white recycling bag down to the caretakers’ room, then go out for a little hobble along Chestnut Walk and take some photographs. See, did you notice that? I made a plan! Haha! I was quite looking forward to it!
I got to the chute-room, without any problems, and got the four small black bags down the waste chute, with ease, no banging into anything or loss of balance. Good stuff!
Getting down the lift was a problem though. We can still, and rightly so, only use one of the elevators, the right-hand side one. So, when you press for a lift, the left one comes down, and the doors open, but I shouldn’t use that one. This means you have to step in and press the ground floor button, then with any luck, as it goes down, I can push for the lift again, and the residents one should arrive. There was a nurse in the left-hand contractors’ cage when it arrived. I smile inanely at her and waited for the elevator to go down, pressed the call button again, and the right one came along.
As the cage got to the ground floor and I stepped out with the trolley, all hell suddenly broke loose! Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley, and Toothache Thomas kicked off! How I kept my balance, I don’t know, but I was rather pleased with myself for doing so. No injuries or bruises, apart from a twisted knee and the uncut toes hurting.
I limped through to the caretakers’ passage with the big bag of recyclables. One of the chaps took it off of me and deposited it in the big green bin for me. Thanked him, I mentioned that I was going to take a walk along Chestnut, and take some photos. But I was not confident about this.
The plan was to take snaps at the far end behind the flats (one on the right here), then to limp along to the entrance end of Chestnut Walk, and hopefully, to get some interesting pictures taken. As I took this picture, I could sense Dizzy Dennis coming back for a visit.
I turned and took a picture of the resident’s cars at the dead-end, and Dizzy attacked, and I stood still for a while, leaning on the trolley, pretending to me just taking in the view. But the dizzies stayed, and I decided to go back inside and not go on a hobble after-all. Walking bothered the toes anyway.
Once inside, the caretaker opened the door for me, and I, without even thinking, got into the wrong lift, the dedicated contractors left one! This took my mind off of the ailments, but made me feel a fool and guilty at the same time!
I spotted a notice telling us the roof terrace on top of Winwood Court was open, reminding us about social distancing, etc.
I wonder if was can use the walk-through passage to get into Winwood yet?
Back in the flat, I got some water in the saucepans in case I need any hot for anything before the heater comes on in six hours’ time. I foolishly made a hot drink of my beloved Thompsons Punjana tea but threw it away. Toothache Thomas would not approve of my drinking anything hot. I also took two extra painkillers.
I reckon there will be three possible outcomes of doing this, well, maybe four. One: I’ll fall asleep (One was a 60g Codeine). Two: I’ll have another stroke. Three: I’ll cut myself and bleed to death. And Four (The best choice): The pain from the toes and toothache will become bearable. Ahh!
I realised I’d forgot to take the glass jars with me! So I limped down with them to the green bin. I knocked on Josie’s door to see how she was going on my way down. She was fine, handed me the cutlery, plate, and tray from her Sunday lunch, said she enjoyed it. I left the tray and things outside my front door and went down to the glass recycling bin. When I got back, I spotted a medicine bottle that I’d also forgot to take. It can wait!
I did some updating on this diary and then went on CorelDraw to do some graphics. I got a couple done.
Then, it happened again! Fortunately, for only a few minutes, and self-corrected itself. (I wish I could do that with myself, Hehe!) .
I turned everything off computer-wise and started the meal preperationing.
A healthy-looking plateful was finally dished up. Tomatoes, Surami sticks, battered fish strips, a few red grapes, and some uneatable, cardboard tasting buttered bread thins (they had to go in the bin). Got nosh served up.
As I was doing the washing of the pots, the evening sun came out, and I took a shot of it. I’m not sure if the white spots are reflections or muck on the camera lens. Dirty lens methinks, though!
After piddling about at cleaning up a bit, I settled to watch some DVD, ‘Last of the Summer Wine’ Christmas Specials. I nodded repeatedly, got to the end of the long DVD, having watched maybe half an hour in total of the three-hour disc.
Took the belated evening medications, I had a wee-wee, and was thinking of putting on the TV but blessedly fell asleep.
The landline rang out and flashed! It was Nurse Hristina, telling me she would be a lot later in the morning, and it might be the afternoon when she arrives to take the blood. I thanked her muchly for letting me know, and I got back down…
I stubbed my toe on a leg of the swivel chair on the way to the recliner. I winced and grimaced, but held back the ‘Argh’s’ and curses. .Silver Lining Search Result: Toothache Thomas had died down a lot (maybe due to the extra painkillers taken?), and Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley had stopped altogether!
It took a while to get to sleep. Still, when, despite a little hypnagogia, Sweet Morpheous did arrive, I got in about four uninterrupted hours, along with the odd few minutes here and there earlier, I think it must have added up to six-hours of obliviousness to worries, and it felt good! Excellent!
