Inchcock Today: Tuesday 25th October

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ANOTHER MESSY, MISCALCULATING DAY!

I didn’t get any sleep at all. Didn’t even try to. Various reasons, Thought-Storms, Anne Gyna and frustrations niggling at me from within my own brain. I use the term brain, loosely! Mostly over my concerns over the timing of, or did I order, the EasyLink transport for the visit to the Doctors to get the results of the Severe Frailty Test. This left me confused and frustrated, and things only worsened as the day of confusion and error-making moved on.
On the computer for many hours. Not that much got done. The concentration was again lackadaisical.

I got the done around 02:00hrs.

When I put the results through the NHS calculator online, well… What the heck happened here?

The highest it has ever been since I began using the site!

I’ve never been as high as this. I was in the Hypertension 3+ zone!

All the same, I was not too worried. I put it down to worry over the weekend. As usual, no help was available. Even if any ILCs (Wardens) had been on site, there was no guarantee that I could have contacted them. Anyway, even if I could, they could not contact Easy-Link, who do not work over the weekend, to verify the arrival time of the lift. I felt the tension and an uptightness, and Anne Gyna has been at me again, although not as bad as last week before the medications had been doubled.

I made the first mug of tea I’d had for over eleven hours. Not me at all! Mind you, after this brew, the old tea addiction returned.

Took this snap of the morning view. But didn’t appreciate it at all; I was still fretting (and EQ told me things were going to go ape-shit) over the lift arrangements and appointment time. Nothing positive, you understand, just this sense that I had somehow put them down wrong in the calendar.

The computer turned off, and I went off to the wet room. Not that I can remember much about it, but I think it went well.
Made a second mug of tea, Co-op 99 this time.

Arrived.
We had a chat, some of it dedicated to ways of making things easier for me to grasp.
The usual laughs and natter were granted by Richard.  Not sure if we put the world to rights or not today. Hehe!
My memory notes a sparse for some reason… and unreadable in parts as well. Rich took the bags to the bin with him on his way out. Usual Monday thank-you treats were given. Oh, yes, I remember now; Richard helped me get the in-the-ear hearing aids going to use today; bless him.

I got myself and the things needed for the Doctor’s visit ready, and I was struggling through the door with the three-wheeled walker when I heard the phone ringing. I battled my way back inside, bruising my knee on the trolley and on the wheel. All the time, a voice (EQ), telling me not to answer it, you’re doing wrong! But I thought it might be the surgery or EasyLink phoning, so I got back and had to answer it. It was Sister Jane. Telling me about the Sun & Mon merging today. Of course, with all the concern over the bus and appointment timing, I was in a mini-panic in case I missed the bus. I forgot all about it until the morning when it was too late. I felt bad about that. After Jane had taken the bother to let me know as well. Sorry, Jane! ♥

Unfortunately, although I didn’t realise it at the time, this was just enough delay for me to miss the bus! EQ was right again. Why don’t I listen to him?
Faffed about in a hurry now, stubbing the same toe again. Down to the lift lobby.
I went through to the main lobby, and it was 5 past 10. I thought the bus was due at 10:15hrs, so had plenty of time after all. But no bus arrived.
I waited ten more minutes and then walked to the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators), Oberstgrüppenfuhrer, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana & Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist and Warden Julie’s holding-cell office.
Through the ether, an audible, almost physical voice screamed at me, “Argh, it’s him again!”  Haha!

Julie phoned Easy-Link to see about the bus. Now I knew I’d just missed it by five minutes! Damn-it! Will I ever get to this appointment? Julie called the Doctor and got a new appointment made for me, bless her cotton socks. This one is for Tuesday, 1st November 2022, at 10:20hrs. Then she rang EasyLink again to confirm a lift to get there, but none to come back, as I just did not know how long I would be at the appointment. Thanked her. Coming out of the holding-cell office.

I bumped into Carer Richard. I was a little tense and so tired and disappointed at things going wrong yet again that I can’t recall exactly what we said during our chinwag in the Winwood lobby.

I went back to the flat along the link passage, into the flat, and got the timings clearly on the Google Calendar for the next Doctor’s meeting.

Deana had written a note for me to keep as a reminder as well. I cello-taped that to the end of the high bookcase.

At least I get some kip in now; surely, this would not be a problem after being up for 28 hours on the to now?

I’m certain, sure that I took a photograph of the Chilli-Not-Carne meal. Four Cumberland sausages I cooked, well, nigh on incinerated, by giving them a good 12-extra minutes or more in the oven. Had to chisel them out of the tray to get them on top of the dish. But the photo was not on the Lumix SD card. I can’t understand why, but in the morning, when it came to updating this blog, blow me, there the photo was? Mind you, it was one of the worst photos I’ve ever taken. Still, it shows the burned sausages and disgusting-looking chilli. Yet I enjoyed it. A taste rating of 7.2/10 was given to it. The sausages? 9.2/10 even though they’d been cauterised! Hehehe! Put the tray on the Carer’s table, and .

Woke me up an hour or so later. And I  really was deep in sleep. So much so that I think my first greetings came out as gibberish and waffle! It took me until getting the medications and seeing the Warfarins in the pot to realise it was not morning but nighttime and that I’d only been kipping for an hour. Hehe! I came around a bit and offered Carolynne a cold drink from the fridge. Had to go to the door with her as she collected the waste bags for me, said my farewells and locked the door.

I got back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, and was back in the land of nod within a minute I reckon.
I slept for another seven hours! Yes! Mind you, my body and feeble brain needed it! Hurrah!

Diary Thursday 15th September 2022

TODAY’s POLITICAL CARTOON
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I didn’t get to sleep until around 03:00hrs. Hence, I was late getting up, well after 07:00hrs. As I pulled the quilt to reveal my legs, I’d got one leg deathly white and the other almost orange? The toes on both feet were looking bloodless!
By the time I’d had a wash and shave, Richard was coming in the door. His health looked poor, and he was coughing well in between the yawns. The poor lad! At least he had a few days off after visiting me, his last call. I got him a bottle of lime-flavoured tonic water; I thought the lemon might help with his throat a little. We had a decent natter, although he wanted to get home to bed. I gave Richard the stuff I’d had in the freezer for him for a few days but kept forgetting about it. Tsk!
I hope he can get some sleep. Druggies, yobboes and the water companies’ works are still outside of his home. I mentioned the carers not pressing the door chime when they come, as the two who came last night didn’t. Wished him well as he left.

Minutes later, I got a text from Iceland. Substitutes again. I checked the Email.

A sorry company nowadays Iceland are. Mind you, the others are not much better. At least the payment for short goods is made automatically with Iceland. J Sainsburys send you a code to use and a limited time span on it when making the next order. Of course, I forget to. CRAP!

Were carried out. Not a good one again.
As you can here on the right.
Having said that, there are some much worse ones earlier. The pulse was high, and the Chinese body temperature was a little lower again.


Another decent evacuation, I have to say. So I said it. Hehehe!

The Iceland man delivered goods. leaving them conveniently blocking the doorway. Good job; we didn’t have a fire alarm.

I struggled with the carriers through to the kitchenette and a start on sorting and storing them.
I’d only bought three frozen items, and I’m not sure that I meant to get the big bag of chips?
Thank heavens, I remembered Richard’s stuff in the freezer this morning. Else there would never have been room in there to get these three in. Tsk!
I bought some extra strong cheddar to have with vegetable shepherd’s pie… but being a dimwit of the highest order, I forgot to order the shepherd’s pies!
. The short-dated replacement for the veggie burger had a ‘Free Short Dated’ sticker on it… which covered the ‘ Use By date!  Good old Iceland!
At least they had some bread in stock today, well, cobs, not the ones I wanted, but still. I got the delivery sorted and all put away… where might be a mystery later.

Started on the blog and stayed at it for a good few hours… it was an embarrassing slow, error-filled job. Much worse than of late.

The landline flashed. It was a lady from Link transport. Confirming tomorrow’s lift to the diabetes course. I checked it with the calendar.
Minutes later, the Doctors surgery rang about my appointment with the nurse on the 26th. The surgery is closing that day for the Queen’s funeral. I bet the Queen never had to wait eight weeks to see her Doctor; now it will be ten weeks!

I found this photo on the SD card when loaded the others up. It seems that I had another meal last night or this morning? I was losing my grip on things here.
Within minutes I had to stop everything to take a rest and get something to eat.
I think the mind-blanks had taken another go at me.
I really believed it was about midday. Checked on the computer, and guess what time it was? 17:10hrs!

Won’t be long until the carers walk in without ringing the buzzer. I’ll stop now and get some nosh of some sort for tonight made. Where did the day go?

Arrived, it was Riya; I knew her name as soon as she answered my question; “Erm, what’s your name?”. Hahaha! Riya pressed the door chime as well before coming in; bless her. I wonder if Richard mentioned anything in their office? She got me sorted in record time, and Riya asked if there was anything else. I said no, and told her to select a nibble and drinkie in thanks. By gum, she moves quick. I only just got to ask her to take the waste bag with her as she was closing the door.

I made up a meal, using the special offer 50%-extra free crinkle cut, McCains microwave chips. Some of the Jenny-supplied tomatoes and veggie burgers and sausages. I ate the burgers and sausages wrapped in a cob. Apart from the pathetic paper-tasting chips, all went down well. Taste: 6.5/10.

I managed to stay awake to watch a ‘Heartbeat’ episode, and I drifted off into the bliss of sleep.

What happened after that is a mystery, but evidently, I got up amd moved some clothes around?

Inchcock Today: Monday 1st August 2020

I’m sorry that I woke up!
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06:15hrs: I woke; I wouldn’t have bothered if I’d known what was coming to me…
I was partly forced out of the recliner, but the need for the Throne to be used. It went tremendously well, as it happens, but as I stood up to get the ablutions done, I realised there was water near the shower drain. I checked the power-point, and it was off. The showerhead was dripping water too? Flummoxed, I turned on the power, I turned on the shower, a little water dripped, an alarm sounded, and a red light flashed, so I turned everything off.
I’ll have to ring Deans at 09:00hrs and Meridian about the transport that didn’t come for the diabetes course on Friday.

Got the health checks done. SYS 142, DIA 56, Pulse 76, and the body temperature was 34°f.
The wee-wees were far too frequent for my liking, but there you are; Ageing and ailments, you know!
Put the figures into the NHS DVT check site and was pleased to see me barely in the red zone.

Richard arrived. With the kerfuffle of the shower Whoopsies, I’d forgotten to unlock the door. Tsk! The lad listened to my problems and filled in the booklet the Diabetes sent me with my details. He read something of the small printed advice note to me, but my hearing was not good, and he spoke a little quickly. Understandable, as he had another call to do, he did his best to set my mind at ease… but nothing less than getting the diabetes mess and shower repaired would ease my mind. On his way out, a lovely lad, Richard, took the waste bag to the chute.

I started this blog template, and soon it was gone 09:00hrs, and I could call Deana and Meridian for help. I rang Deana; first, the call was diverted. Then called Meridian, who was also redirected to their head office. I didn’t want them involved, so I rang off.

Made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana and tried to ring Natalie again. I did feel a fool – I’d intended to ring Natalie and was chattering away and realised I’d rang Deana! to blame. She resisted laughing and kindly said she would ‘pop in’ later to take a look at the shower. Has a lot to answer for, of course; in my younger days, she was referred to as ‘Going-Potty’, ‘Losing-it’, or Blind Bonkers. Hehehe!

The wee-wees were getting more often, and Little Inches Lesion is getting sore at all the handling he’s having – Please don’t start Bleeding, mate!” I think it could be worse, though. How? At least there is only a tiny bit of, very little .

Another bonus is that the fluid retention in the right leg and foot seems to be lessening this morning. Hobbling about is a lot easier than it was yesterday. Got a bit of colour in the plates as well? Good, or not?
Hello, he’s off again. Thuds, clangs, boings, and the usual tap-tapping concerto from the noise maestro above.

I went into the wet room to see if the floods had decreased. They had, but not by much. The water does not appear clearly in the photographs I took on the left. I must remember to ask the expert in photography if my little Canon camera has any settings I can try when picturing a wet view to see the water more. I must remember.
I took this one earlier when I tried putting the power on, then when the alarms and lights lit, I hastily shut it off. Better safe than sorry.
The amount of water on the floor seemed the same as earlier. I’m not sure the drain works without the power on. Then again, there is so much in life that I’m not sure about nowadays. Mainly due to the stroke and  .

Getting on a bit now; midday coming up. If Deana doesn’t arrive soon to phone for help with the shower, I may have to go without it until tomorrow. The shower is brilliant for cleaning the three daily areas that need doing before medicating. The Little Inches Fungal Lesion, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

I made another brew, Glengettie, this time. I espied these two dogs having a sniff around in the bottom field. Their tails did a lot of wagging, Hehe! I was well-pleased with this photo. I zoomed in from the 12th-floor kitchenette window.

Snapped this one of the horizons, seeing as far away as the M1 motorway, just out of view furthest away. Basford, Bulwell, City Hospital, Nottingham Prison, the Romanian slave building, and Sherwood. Within this view, there have been nine murders so far this year. There are flats available here if you’re interested, and over 60? Maybe not, though! The sky was almost cloudless but still beautiful. The clouds increased minutes later.
I tried again to contact Meridian Care (Care? Hehe!) Natalie. I got through and told her that the lift for the Dementia Meeting didn’t arrive. Reply: “Yes, I’ve been swamped and couldn’t get through to them!”  I inquired why I had not been informed. She did apologise, at least. But it’s putting me through a lot of anguish, not knowing! When I explained about my not getting help with phoning and reading, deafness, Dementia, and Cataract’s are making life complicated and busy for me. Natalie asked why the Carers were not helping during the extra hour on Fridays. I knew nothing about this. Again a lack of communication. I thought the charges had gone up steeply. Now I know why. If I want any phoning or reading done, I’m to leave it until Friday each week, with no one available on Saturdays and Sundays. And, the Carers can call at any time from 06:0hrs to 08:40hrs. So how can they phone anyone for me?

Good heavens, it’s bad enough being hard of hearing, having Cataracts, knackering my vision, panic attacks, and Doreen Dementia causing confusion and memory losses.

“How dare they say; “Don’t worry, we’re sorting it”. Naturally, I was so pleased and grateful to hear this. I did stop worrying! – then, not only do they not sort anything but put me in deeper poo with the Diabetic Session transport failure – And not advise me of their let-down? Now, I have got to beg Deana to help me out with the mess and the shower, and it’s gone 13:00hrs, and she has not got to me yet. So, I assume it will be too late to bring attention to the shower today and will have to wait another day at least… Or at best, get a late call which means my already deprived sleep will suffer even more by trying to stay awake; late! It’s not doing my health any good. I am not a happy chappy.

Deana departed, and she is a busy gal. Minutes later, I went to the Porcelain Throne and realised I had not mentioned the flood and shower not working to Deana! So I phoned her and told her. She said she’d call maintenance straight away. So if they do come today, it’s going to be late, and in case they do, I have to stay awake to hear the hardly audible intercom ring when they arrive. If they come tonight, or not, perhaps? I am not a happy chappy. Most likely, it will be in the morrow when they respond. What time is anyone’s guess? I shall remain showerless and stinky, then, I suppose. I am not a happy chappy.

Awaiting the arrival of Meridian’s Natalie, still. If she comes, as she told Deana, she would be doing. Will she be too busy, I think?

Well, I’m going to get some fodder sorted out. Not feeling too bright now, although after Deana’s attention, better than I did earlier. Just maybe some ♫ Food Glorious Food ♫ might help. Nothing fancy, tomatoes and veggie burger should do me. Back in a while… well…
Three wholemeal baps, chips, tomatoes with some ketchup dip, and a lemon mousse dessert.
I put the burgers in the oven, expecting them to be cooked by the time I’d spread the cobs, sliced the tomatoes, and got the plate ready on the tray. Then realised I’d turned the oven on, put the chips (fries) in, but forgot all about the vegan burgers! Idiot, fool, twit, dumbo!

So, ate most of it, scoring 7.2/10 for flavour. Put the food tray down and drifted off into a deep sleep. Until being woken up by ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ from the door chime two hours later. It was Sasha or Sarah… maybe Samantha, but call her Sam. Yes… Sam, I think. Soon got me sorted, slipped her a choice of treats, and did not go with her to lock the door. Why? Well, Deana had not let me know if the maintenance was coming today or tomorrow, or even at all, to mend the shower. So, I have to stay up in case they do call later on tonight.
Christ, he’s banging away upstairs again, at 22:25hrs, now! As inconsiderate scumballs go, he’s got to be one of the most effective! The  Turd!

In other words: Bad Luck Spreading

NOT A LOT OF PEOPLE KNOW THAT: They do now!

Droopy, eye-lidded, tired, and struggling to see, I pressed on with this blog and got it posted off to WordPress. Fighting heroically to stay awake just in case anyone arrives to sort the shower tonight. They didn’t.

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THOUGHTS ON THE LAST CRAP FOUR DAYS…


Could any Monday have gone any klutzier?
Mind you, Fri, Sat & Sunday were no cushier,
To get through these days of such mental torture…
I needed a stout heart, resilience and some tincture!
Let downs, failures, and cock-ups have been friskier!

I just want life to go easier and cushier,
The ears and eyes are worse… as is Doreen Dementia,
I don’t expect to get any healthier or fitter…
But why am I in a state of constant dysphoria?
I expect as I age to feel more poorlier…
Why have I contracted Arithmaphobia and phagomania?

I fear I may have also got habromania…
My brain and memory have both caught ecdemomania!
A Covid outbreak in the flat’s got folks in a fluster,
Anymore Whoopsiedangleplops, and I’ll go dafter,
I hope my insanity is only a temporary squatter.
On the bright side… there must summat for sure…
Ah, yes! I’m bald, so, no need to pay for a coiffeur?
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TTFNski!

Inchcockski – Thursday 2nd June 2020: I avoided another psychasthenia. Phew!

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Thursday 2nd June 2020

German: Donnerstag, 2. Juni 2020

02:35hrs: Although the night had been entirely free of any wee-weeing, it started the moment I stirred into mock-life! I painfully fumbled my extraordinarily exorbitantly, excessive-sized wobbly body and dangly thin limbs from the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken by my brother-in-law Pete, recliner. 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 took a rest. Fatal! He could not resist the electrics and got out his screwdriver and toyed with them. Now, the recliner no longer works!

I caught my balance, got the walking stick, and made my way to the unused overnight, GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), for what turned out to be a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode wee-wee. It took a while to get started, during which it dawned on me, what a great sleep I’d had! I reckon five-hours worth. Smug-Mode-Assumed! I left the GPEB where it was, cause I had a feeling that it might be needed again, now that the flowing has started and I’d Christened it.

Off to the kitchen, I limped. The volume of the ‘Hum’ was excessive this morning. Yet, when I opened the unliked, unloved, hard to clean, thick-framed, rain emitting, danger-to-old-folks who cannot see out and below cause of the ridiculously wide ledge, photographer-hating designed window to take these shots, it got even louder!

I got the kettle on then, but I had to nip back to the bucket. A total change this time. The bladder had complete absolute, omnipotent control over the power and flow. And boy, did it burst forth! An LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-like-Blasting) style. Surprisingly, with no pain at all? The colour had even changed back to the cloudy grey? I got the hands washed and back to the kitchen.

The readings on the hemadynamometer were looking fine today. The body temperature was showing up as 74°c.

Unbelievably, I then had to go back for another wee-wee! It was of the same model. I noticed later when I went in the Diary photo album, that the results compared to last Thursday, were very similar.

Washed and wiped again, and back to the kitchenette. Made the mug of Extra-Strong Assam tea, and took the medications.

I concentrated hard, as assiduously as was possible on getting the updating of the Wednesday blog done. This is because, as I settled to start working, Saccades-Sandra and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter’s were behaving themselves.

I shall not keep mentioning them, but persistent and variable types (from the WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) to some BOASSA (Blasting Out-and-Suddenly-Stopping-Abruptly) modes of wee-wees pestered me for hours! Too frequent to mention them all here!

I achieved my goal, and with the ailments still being kind, I made up the template for this post.

I decided to get the thin quilt in soak, ready for cleaning later on. I’ve no idea what’s going on or what I’m supposedly doing at the moment! I keep changing between tasks and forgetting what I was doing! I got the quilt washed, and left it on some fabric freshener in the sink.

I sent Jane and Pete an email, asking how Pete was going, as I hadn’t heard from him for a bit now.

Then, made a start on this diary. But, Saccades, Dizzy Dennis and Nicodemus all came to life at the same time, and progress was stunted. Saccades-Sandra eased off first. Bless her!

I went to make another brew, and have a wee-wee. The day was dawning now. And I managed to take a decent shot of the skies, that I thought looked so beautiful. But a haze soon appeared afterwards, obnubilating my nephelococcygia fun. Tsk!

The landline chirped and flashed. It was Brother-inLaw Pete ringing in response to my email. He sounded in reasonable spirits considering. He is to go into the City Hospital today. For further tests and permissioning for his trial tests on a new treatment for his melanoma. I was glad to hear this, especially that he is to go in today, at 10:30hrs! He’s part of a chosen few patients for the trialling of the treatment. We chatted for a good while, and my EQ picked up on his determination, and good spirits, that hid a fear. Naturally! 

I intend to take a picture of the City Hospital from the window at 10:30hrs. Even though the mist is now falling. With the lad being a bricklayer, and having lived and worked in Australia for some years, his stripping off to show the girls his muscular body so often, might have encouraged the poor devil’s cancer. Fingers crossed, and I think he’s doing the right thing in going for experimental trials, good for him!

I’ve placed all of the photographs taken of the City Hospital this morning. 

The final one went with a Good Luck Message sent through the ether for Pete. I bet Jane’s at home worrying, I’ll call her later on, try to perk her up a tad.

It’s a good sign that the mist cleared just in time for me to get a decent shot or two in.

I’ll email one to Pete when he’s out and back home, as a reminder, of good news I hope.

The ablutions are now overdue. I got the things needed and others ready to use, and hobbled without too much bother, to the wetroom.

As I got the towel off of the airer to take in, I managed to clout the back of my right hand on the heater, snap the alarm wristlet band, and knocked the heater over, catching my toes against it as it fell. Then to add insult to injury, I hit my head against the frame of the door, bending down to retrieve the towel! Grobbleknangles!

Today’s ablutions went aleatorily well! A few dropsies, there will always be them. Toothache Thomas was not happy. However; no shaving cuts, no walking into or knocking anything over. As for the showering, ready for this… only two dropsies! Fair enough, the medicating part could have gone better, yet still only two accifauxpas! I was well pleased with how it went!

I got the light-quilt out of the bowl and got it on the flat airer to help it dry off. By Jiminee I was going well! Took the evening medications early!

Then I decided on the meal for today. Red potato battered fritters, Surami sticks, tomatoes, the last sourdough muffin, buttered of course.

Then I set about sorting the last bag of so-called fresh peas podded, and in the saucepan ready. I found a lot more useable peas than in yesterdays bag. However, Dang, dang, dang… Dang! Morrison had given me some extra meat with them. It’s in the second photo, but I doubt you will be able to spot it. A maggot floated to the surface of the sweetened water in the pan! Humph!

The bottom picture shows the pea pods I had to reject unopened and throw in the waste bin! Good old Morrison’s! They short deliver me the baking trays, then give me a bonus with their rotting garden peas. I could spit! I got the maggot out, and checked all the others for interlopers, rewashed them, and returned them to the saucepan. Isn’t life a sod at times! I might grill it later. Har-har!

I sorted the waste bags out, filled the three-wheeler with them, and took them to the waste chute. I noticed the Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis clinic test results, INR, had arrived. 

When I got back, I checked them. The lady from the Doctor’s reception last night with the new doses didn’t tell me the INR level was down to 1.7! Blimus and Bejeezers, I might be back on the Enoxaparin injections soon! Still, I’ve got plenty in stoke, or even stock, now.

I went on Facebooking, WordPress Reader. Link sent off. WordPress Reader.

Started the Fodder preparations. During which I found this pill had dropped on the floor! Whether it was a Furesomide, Beta-blocker or a Codeine, there was no way of telling. All three of them look so similar to each other. I cleaned it and took it. Huh!

Got the nosh on the plate, and into the recliner to nosh while watching some Law & Order episodes. The battered red potato fritters, the fresh garden peas (and perhaps the odd unnoticed maggot), the mature, stinky, tasty Stilton and Marmite cheese, piccolo tomatoes, gherkins, surimi sticks, apple, lemon mousse, and some seedless grapes made up the plate. Taste Rating: 8.5/10. Dived into it, leaving nothing on the plate! 

I went to get the pots washed. Returned to the rickety, c1968 recliner, to watch some more TV with the feet up on the swivel chair.

The mangled ugly imitation Howard Hughes uncut toenails getting worse and more painful every day!

Spared a thought about Brother-in-Law Pete. The new chemotherapy preparations will have started by now. I expect him to have nurses fussing over him, and the usual for him, Private meals, a TV supplied, headphones, Sky channels etc. and so on. Makes yer sick! But I’m not jealous! Hehe!

TTFNski!

Inchcockski – Tues 30 June 20: No sleep, Blood Test, Fire Alarm, Stubbed Toe and dropped a mug of tea, Paramedics on site, Morrison mess with the order. Humph!

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Tuesday 30th June 2020

Sinhala: 2020 ජුනි 30 වන අඟහරුවාදා

23:25hrs: No sleep at all, Sweet Morphious, denied me by being woken up repeatedly; callers, Toothache Thomas and Anne Gyna, all successful in ensuring I got no rest. Groggleknockers!

I decided to give up! I edged my colossally-stomached, wobbly-torsoed body and skinny-dangly legs, out of the £300, second-hand, not-working, c1968, rickety recliner. Off for a wee-wee.

Ah, things were better this time! A bit more force and less spraying. Still the green-grey colour, mind.

Off I plodded to the kitchenette, every step taken was an example of coping with pain. From the toes and feet! (A little sympathy prompting there, sorry about that!) The late-night view was difficult to photograph. I had four goes on different settings before I got a shot that was as close as dammit to what it looked like in the viewer. This one was with the Aperture Priority selected. The Night Panorama that I tried produced a black picture only?

I got the kettle on and did the first of the Health Checks.

The sphygmomanometer results were the best for ages! SYS 136, DIA 64, Pulse 80, and the body temperature was just showing up as low. (It does that, it goes from the reading to high or low, when I am insensate and not quick enough to get it out of my ear-hole to have a look, Hehe!) Ah, well!

I took the medications and made a mug of Glengettie Gold Tea. On the first sip of the brew, I started hiccuping. Two-hours later, when I got around to writing this, I was still hiccuping! I hope this did not bother Herbert above me, for they were loud and vicious disembogue’s, irritating, almost non-stop!

So annoying and frustrating! I tried the drinking of the luke-warm tea from the opposite side of the mug.

I shouldn’t have done that! Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed at the wrong time, and I dropped my mug and created a picklement for myself! Bugglesworthlessness!

On the light at the end of the tunnel search: The miracle of it hitting my left knee and depositing some hot tea, down the leg as mentioned above, then bouncing off of my knee, and straight into the waste bin, pleased me! Amazingly the mug didn’t break (that’s twice I’ve dropped it in the last three days), and the mess was minimal because of where it came to rest. So, the cleaning up was more straightforward, and the foul language was not so severe as it might have been! A smidge of good luck there methinks!

I cleared up the mess and went to make another mug of tea. I got the pork shoulder steaks, with new potatoes in the crockpot cooking. I added sea salt, Light Soy sauce, some pork gravy granules, and seasoning. (Too much methinks?) I’m not sure how old the gravy and seasoning is, but it still hadn’t dissolved two hours later?  Have I viliorated my meal planning? Having a feeling that this is not going to have a happy ending, and my EQ backed me up.

The day is breaking now! I updated the Inchcocks Photos widget on the blog. Replaced with all Winwood Heights people now and then. I updated the Monday post. WordPress Reader. Next, on to the Facebooking.

The wee-wees had decreased. Anne Gyna had eased off. Toothache Thomas, the feet and toes continue as the main pain-donators. Haha!

Then, the Phlebotomy Nurse, Christina, let herself in the flat. She’d been pressed in by someone in the foyer. Didn’t half make me jump! Hahaha! A good job, I’d taken the wash and shave early, and had some clothes on! Gawd that would have made her jump more than her arrival made me! Pity, she was in a great rush again, that’s why she had to come so early. She still managed a bit of nattering while she took the blood, Bless her cotton socks ♥.

I felt a bit peckish, and I went to get some biscuits and made a fresh mug of Glengettie tea. Dizzy Dennis kicked off while making the brew. Humph! Two hours later, I limpingly meandered off to get the Ablutions tended to.

Ablutionalisticalisationing Report:

  • The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Much easier than yesterday. Not so messy, and far less painful! Only two dropsies.  
  • Toothache Thomas made cleaning the teeth a grindingly, agonising job!
  • The shaving had a few clangers involved. Cuts were in fashion this morning. Several of them, but every one of them was tiny, yet bled a lot more than usual.
  • The Shaving dropsies just might have been a record. I lost count of the times the Jenny-supplied picker-upperer was used! Razors about six times if I recall rightly, the foam and the After-Shave bottle I used to stop the bleeding.
  • The medicationalisation went better than usual, though. Only dropped Harold Haemorrhoids cream once, the Germolid the same! I did come close to losing the Olive-Oil-dropper, but I kept control. Smug-Mode-Adopted!
  • The deodorant, Saccades Sandra Spray, and room freshener were all dropped several times! Humph!   A final fling, as if to put it. Hahaha!

The knees looked much better, and the leg veins were shy today. Oh, I’ve just noticed, I’m no longer Hiccuping!

Off to check on the pork in the slow cooker. The seasoning I’d added, had still not dissolved? (I must be careful and make sure everything is safe before I make it into a stew). 

On closer inspection, I found that the pork shoulder was already cooked, and was soft. The potatoes were still hard. And I’d forgotten to put the mushrooms in the mix.

No problem, mind you. My absent-mindedness, paramnesia, and blank-spells were ion existence before the stroke. It’s just that since then, they have taken up permanent residence within the grey-cells! As with the Peripheral Neuropathy and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, they are a part of Inchcocks make-up nowadays. I took out the pork and some gravy and added them to the saucepan with the peas.

As I was pondering on whether to take another picture from the unwanted, unliked, thick-framed, thick-framed, impossible to get at to clean (without risking life and limb to use the step ladders), letting the rain in, new kitchen windows. I put the kettle on to boil again, the flats Fire Alarms sounded.

By the time I got to the balcony and opened the finger trapping end window, that also lets the rain in, well, they all do, the first of the tenders responding arrived. Followed a minute later by the second vehicle.

The crews strolled into the foyer. Judging by their casual and ambling approach, I took it that they didn’t expect the alarm to indicated there was a real fire. After all, it must be three weeks or so now, since the Winchester Court Fire. Longer since a Woodthorpe Court one. The crews were on their way home within five minutes. Thank you, lads!

When I nipped onto the balcony to see if the chaps had departed, I took a snap through the window of the end of Chestnut Walk. I didn’t want to risk injury opening the lethal metal spring clip window again. No, that’s wrong. That window is just impossible to open, too tight. The maintenance men tried for me five months or so ago, and they couldn’t do it. It was when they came to look at the plaster breaking up on the ceiling of the balcony. Naturally, they have not been back.

I opened the left end window that one works! To take the 2nd shot in the other direction. The picture looked pretty with the oh-so green trees.

Then onto CorelDraw to do some graphics.

Oops! Time for the mobile shop, it’ll be here in twenty minutes. So, I put Computer Cameron in Sleep-Mode and got the wheels, cash and down to the ground floor… well, that was the plan, anyway!

A new system has been set-up for the lifts again. Sensible, but time-consuming! As it is, we are only allowed one resident in a lift at a time. So, it can be a long wait to get the elevator at times. Now, we can only one lift, the right one is for residents & Visitors, the left one is reserved for Construction Workers Only. As I say, understandable, but so frustrating.

The Construction Workers lift kept coming and the door opening, repeatedly. I leant in, and pressed the ground floor button, then pushed the call button (Which works for the nearest lift). The Workers lift kept coming back up and tempting me to be naughty, but I resisted! This happened three times. Would I make it down in time to catch the mobile shop? Dang, dang, dang… Dang! Hehehe! 

By the time I’d got down to the ground floor, the electronic sign informed me I had a minute to get outside before the ETA of the shop.

Luckily, it was a few minutes late in coming. It was nice to have someone to natter to, even from a safe-distancing way away.

It was windy out there, one gal had not got a jacket on either. Brr! I took this picture while awaiting my turn. I got some bits, about three, the chap had not the other three items I fancied. Can’t be helped!

As I said my farewells and got back into the flats, it dawned on me how much I’d spent to buy this few items? I purchased four tomatoes as well. Had to tell him that two were rotten and gone soft. He changed them for me. Well, the chap is new to the game, and a life-saver at times, so no complaints from me. He was a used-car salesman before the danged Coronavirus arrived. His missus doesn’t come out with him anymore, here is the entrepreneurs’ story link: Car Salesman starts Mobile Shop.

Josie came in behind me and insisted I take a pint of semi-skinned milk for the one I let her have on Friday. I said, “I don’t use semi skinned, I prefer to use whole milk, but less of it.”- “Why did you have it in then?” – “I kept it in reserve with it being long-life, just in case” Anyway, she forced it on me. Hehehe!

We got up to the flats, and Josie held the door open for me to get in with the trolley, bless! I got in with the bits bought – £6 something for these. The apples were of particular interest. The label read, Product of France. The apples look tasty, so I got one out to nibble. The stick-on tag on the fruit read, Grown in New Zealand. I took a couple of the seedless grapes to try, and noticed there were a lot of bare fruitless stalks! Hahaha!

I’m getting a smidge tired now, nearing my usual nosh and head-down time. But, I need to stay awake for the Morrison delivery arriving late on. So, back to the CorelDrawing for a while. Hello, a phone call coming in, I hope it’s Sister Jane to tell me how she and Pete’s coping.

Nope! It was the Morrison delivery man Julian, saying he might be arriving early. So I saved the work, turned off Computer Cameron, and got ready for him arriving. I took a peep outside to see if I could see the van…

I thought at first, it was the Morrison van. But on a closer look, I’m afraid it was the Emergency Ambulance. Oh, dear! 

A few minutes later, and the fodder arrived. The chap put the carriers in the hallway for me, I thanked him, slipped him a can of G&T, and took them through to the kitchen and stored them away.

Well, they made a right mess of the oven trays I’d ordered. They charged me for 1×2 large trays and sent just one (Crushed) individual one! And 2×4 small trays and I didn’t get any, but the label that goes on them, was in a carrier? I’ll be so glad when I can get out and buy food for myself. Humph! The two packets of sweet potato pancakes were one! I was all confused!

And muggings here thanked them and gave him a treat! Frangleklops!

I got the stuff put away, and got the meal served up. At least this turned out alright. Made even tastier with the two Sourdough muffins dipped in the gravy! A stew of sorts. Onions, mushrooms, pork shoulder, all overseasoned with Soy sauce, Balsamic vinegar, tasty juices, canned potatoes and garden peas.  Flavour Rating: 7/10.

Got the washing in the bowl to soak overnight. And down into the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner, in search of sleep. Which surprisingly came sharpishly.

The landline flashed. I hazily of mind, struggled up to answer it. It was the Doctor’s surgery, with the new dosages for the Warfarin, from the Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis Unit. Tue 2½, Wed 2, Thur 2½, Frid 2½, Sat 2½, Sunday 2. There was no number for Monday? Unless, in my half-awake state, I missed it. Which is a possibility? The next blood test is in on Tuesday 7th June.

I wrote the figures down, thanked her, and climbed back into the none-working, sickeningly beige-coloured, c1968 recliner. In search of Sweet Morphious once more.

This time with a lot more success!

Apart from several disturbances to have wee-wees. (All of the RPD (Reluctant-Painful-Dribbling) variety, I must have got, ready for it… six hours kip in between! Great!

Inchcockski – Sunday 28th June 2020: A mansuetude lingered amidst the mayhem, today!

TFZer Pattie ♥

03:30hrs: After waking and nodding off again several times, I forced myself to activate the brain and limbs (I needed a wee-wee!), and rose from the depths of the slowly disintegrating, £300, second-hand c1968 recliner.

The stomach where the tea spilt onto last night, was tender, the feet agony the moment I got my weight on them.

Off to the wet room, for the most sprinkling and spraying release ever! I had a job to see that much of it had reached the porcelain at all. But, on the bright side, it made me clean the WC tank, seat, floor cabinets, the floor itself and the handwashing sink. Also, various parts of my body. Christened this one a VSWAO (Viciously-Spraying-Wildy-All-Over) wee. You’d be surprised at how much had sprinkled on the arms and upper torso, too, I was!

Took the medications, and remembering yesterdays nightmare Accifauxpa, I very carefully, nervously made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. I managed it without any further dropsies, scolding of my body parts, or injury! Phew!

Waiting for it to brew, I took a shot of the morning view. Then, imbibed the morning medications, and back to the wet room for another wee-wee. Which was of the same VSWAO mode as the first one was!

I got the Health Checks done. The SYS had come down at last. The earhole temperature of 64°f seemed fine enough.

Then I got Computer-Cameron going, and did a graphic first, then on to updating the I Saturday post. About three hours later, I’d got it finished. Then I emailed the Link. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then Facebooking. Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was in a good mood with me!

Still no need of the Porcelain Throne heavy-duty usage needed, yet? Off I trudged limpingly (Oh, the toes!) to get the ablutions tackled.

Ablutionisticalisationing Report:

  • The terrible Toothache Terence was triggered, cleaning the teeth.
  • The shaving took such a long time, but I was extremely wary after yesterday.  However, no cuts whatsoever!
  • The showering had few repeated dropsies. The shower gel bottle (3), the showerhead It’s a miracle it hasn’t broken yet? (2), the flannel, and the back scrubber (4).
  • Dizzy Dennis visited me towards the end of the showering, but thankfully for only a couple of minutes or so.
  • The drying off under the wall heater went almost perfectly! (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) Not a single item was knocked off of the floor cabinet (Honestly!)
  • I did make a Whoopsidangleplop when getting dressed, well a couple. I clouted my knee on the WC as I lost balance getting the trousers on. And then, putting the shirt on, I hit my right knuckle on the edge of the door. But nothing serious.

I sorted out the waste bags. Five small bags were taken to the waste chute, and the gigantic blue recycling bag had some stuff added to it. Far too big for the minuscule opening in the chute, so I can take it down to the caretaker’s room in the morning.

Back to the apartment, and a message came in from Iceland. Another round of my getting addled and disconcerted, dementia or memory loss, call it what you will. But I was convinced I’d ordered it for next Monday? Anyway, it was due to arrive in a few minutes! Sad, innit?

Minutes later, the intercom rang but then stopped after a few seconds. Now I was confused. If I got down to have a look, I might miss whoever it was of they rang back. It turned out to be the Iceland delivery driver. The chap said he had other deliveries in the block, so rang each one to let them know he was here.

He put the good through in the hall for me, I slipped him a can of G&T, then got the bags into the kitchen to sort through them.

I made a mug of Thompsons Punjana to drink while getting the things away.

I started off with the frozen stuff. Far too much to fir in the freezer! So I did mean to order these for next week? Sadly, some throwing out of food was needed to get the new stuff fitted in. By the time I’d done it, there was another bag ready to go to the waste chute!

Then, on to the fridge and fresh food bags. Mushrooms, orange juice, pork shoulder steaks. Some of what I am sure will be uneatable Morrocan tomatoes, the last lot were. The mushrooms, well-covered in nutrient-rich compost! The wholemeal rolls, crushed flat, as only Iceland know how to do. Kitchen towels, potatoes etc. Next bag, endless cakes?

I just cannot remember ordering all this lot? Blimey, if the dates are long enough, I’ll still have to hand some out, so many! Cheddar biscuits as well? Oh, and a Raspberry and cream swiss roll. (That could have been ordered, a vague memory guiltily lingers!)

Made a start on this blog for a couple of hours, then got Josie’s meal prepared and delivered. Cheesy potatoes, tomatoes, gherkins, silverskin onions, Surimi-sticks, smoked haddock, peas and beetroot. Delivered it Josie’s door. And then got some belly pork in the oven to slow-cook, coated in hoisin sauce, for my feast. Started on the computer again.

Saccades Sandra and Dizzy Dennis paid me an extended visit. I had to give up on doing the computing.

Concentrated on making the nosh… carefully, not taking any risks.

A fairish plateful, considering how Dizzy Dennis and Shirley were giving my so much bother. A score of 7.5/10

The early-weariness joined in. I got the pots washed and took the evening medications, but that was all.

I got down in the recliner and the TV on, and nodding-offs soon started. None of them lasted for longer than five minutes. Amazingly timed for me to miss and exciting bit of whatever I was watching!

But for any proper sleep, my Sweet Morpheous, I had to wait for hours!

I gave-up on the TV and laid looking lazily and lackadaisically at the rain coming down the balcony windows and in through the cracks to soak the running board.

The wee-wee trips were frequent, but each time they would have struggled to fill a tea-cup! They were getting less and less. Still, I got up and down each event without any further injuries.

Eventually, I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea, and the dying sun put in a surprise visit.

With Sweet Morpheous still refusing my requests, I put the TV back on. And was pleased to find a documentary on Freeview channel 66. I really got into it as well… During the second set of adverts, Zzzz!

Inchcockski – Saturday 27th June 2020: Whoopsidangleplops, Accifauxpas. Not one of my better days!

Seven TFZers in the Antique Shop

Saturday 27th June

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 27ain Mehefin

05:00hrs: It has been the worst night for sleep for many a month. Due to the Post-Micturition After-Dribble (PMAD), Diabetes insipidus. They warned me that this might take a grip on me! Boy, it did too last night! To make things worse, all the utilisationing of Little Inchie, caused the fungal lesion to bleed as well. I spent more time using the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) than sleeping!

All of the releases were of the OSSPAD (Orange-Sprinkly-Short-Painful-After-Dribble) type. I lost count of the number of times I had to scramble out of the £300. second-hand recliner, take a wee, then climb back into the chair again. But it was always only a few minutes at the most before the next one came along! Blanglebotherations!

I gave up trying to get any Sweet Morpheous around 05:00hrs, and needing yet another wee-wee, I rose for the last time, used the bucket, and took it to be emptied cleaned and sanitised, for the second time! I made sure I washed my hands and certain areas and disinfected the contact points.

I noticed the stomach in the shaving mirror, with the Enoxaparin needle marks scattered about. It looked quite artistic, I thought. Hehehe! I changed the PPs again, thanking heaven for my friend Michael who supplied me with them. Cheers mate!

I got the kettle on, as the sun tried to come out from behind the blocks of flats. The red sky that soon disappeared looked so pretty and beautiful.

I got the Health Checks things out; the blue sphygmomanometer, the old, smaller ear-hole thermometer, olive oil, Germolene, and the tablets. No need for the Enoxaparin hypodermic needles now that the INR level has risen.

What a shock! Thunderisations! The SYS was at 182? Far too high undoubtedly? DIA and the Pulse seemed alright, though? I’ll do an extra check, later on, to see if it’s dropped any. Perhaps the lack of sleep and frustration of all the wee-weeing overnight, might have affected it? Oh, dearie me! At least the body temperature came out alright, at 35.7°c.

I took a blind-snap of below, on Chestnut Walk. Two parking spaces free? Disabled ones?

I made the brew of Glengettie Gold, and off to the computer to get the updating done on the Friday blog. Within minutes the stomach ache started, and this meant an urgent hobble to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne!

Gordon Bennet! The flesh of my highly desirous (to lions and tigers in the wild) body, was so alabaster, anaemic, and lacteous like. The legs seem to have gained a bit of meat, or fat as well. The ankle ulcer was trying to flourish again, methinks. But this often happens, then a day later it will have gone down yet?

The feet were no better. So corpselike. And hobbling was so painful to the soles and toes.

Still, the evacuation, although messier than ever, and was still khaki in colour, was less painful, and quicker.

I washed and went to make a brew of Thompson Punjana tea. The skies had gone darker, the sun had given up, and a little light drizzle had just started to fall. Maybe the Yellow Warning for floods and storms might have some validity?

I launched into concentrating on the post updating. It took me about four hours, but I got it done in the end. Emailed the links. Then answered a couple of comments, moving on to the WordPress Reader next. Finally, on Facebooking.

Then on CorelDrawing to get some graphics done. And this time, I must get some done! I managed a few, then went to do the health Checks again. A bit of a surprise on the first try, it seems I’m dead and didn’t know it. Hahaha!

I tried again and got these result on the right. Much better than the first test I did today.

I noticed the sausages in the tray ready to go in the oven, so turned on the stove heat to put them in later on. I decided it would be a good idea to make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and did so.

What-a-Mistaka-to-Maker! I decided there was not enough boiling water in the mug, turned the kettle on to bring it back to the boil, and for some silly reason I moved the mug with my right hand – Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failed. And, I dropped the kettle as I tried to save the mug from being lost to my grip.  Ending up with them both on the floor!

I got the kettle up first as the electrics would be dangerous all wet, and managed to spill some hot water down my bulbous stomach and on the left foot!

Making an even bigger mess and getting myself more and more het-up!

Granglesknackersbuggerit! I used up four rolls of kitchen paper, clearing things up. Accompanied by various curses, oaths and almost spitting with it!

I bet my blood pressure has shot up again now! 

Making things worserer, the right-hand side nerve-end failure, meant that some things had to be done with the left hand only. A few moments of frustration turned into another sickening self-pity-period.

  To makes things even worst, I slipped on a patch of wet I’d missed as I was putting masses of towelling in the waste bin. And stubbed my toes on the cabinet door! I’d gone from an unusually semi-contented mood to one of absolute self-hatred and frustration in seconds!

I got the place cleaned as best I could. Sausages in the oven, it had taken so long to get the sorting out done, and a bit of panic began to set-in, so I imagine the cleaning will all have to be checked and done again.

For me, the day was finished. No enthusiasm left. Knowing how these things can happen with Peripheral Neuropathy, or Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying, and Neuropathic Pete’s leg dancing, still doesn’t prepare one for when a couple of the ailments kick-off together, and things like these happen. I suppose a bit of self-pity lingered about. Sorry!

I even had to force myself to make the meal. But when I came around a bit later, I was glad I did. Hahaha! I went to make some notes of exactly what had happened, but the memory-blanks were there again. But it was a good job I had these notes when it came to writing the memories of incidents.

I got the meal served up. By this time, I had resigned myself to the accident, realising that the situation is not going to improve, only get worse. Thus, I enjoyed eating up all of the fodder. Skinless sausages, new potatoes, garden peas, onions and seedless grapes. A pot of lemon yoghourt, a jam tart and some fresh orange juice. A flavour-rating of 7/10 was given.

Due to all the kerfuffle, I forgot to take the Warfarin and evening tablets! I accept my lousy luck, I’ve had years of practice after all. But this time, it was too much, and I withdrew into myself, moping, repining, lamenting, regretting and generally in a despondent mood.

I remember washing the pots and taking this photo. It seemed to show localised showers falling in the distance.

As for owt after that, nothing! Can’t recall getting back to the recliner, or anything really. 

But when I woke up in the morning, the green lid I usually put the medication into, was on the Ottoman, and empty, so I assume I did take the evening doses.

Not one of my better days!

Unglefrogwogglings!

Inchcockumski – Friday 26th June 2020: Diabetes insipidus ensures a lousy nights none-sleep. Globblegripes!

TFZer Star, Betty ♥

Friday 26th June 2020

Romanian: Vineri, 26 Iunie 2020

03:30hrs: I woke up, requiring the traditional wee-wee. But for some reason, the Porcelain Throne was not needed.

I rose from the semi-comfortable, £300, second-hand, rickety, none-working, rusty, and spew-promptingly-beige-coloured, c1968, recliner, without any undue trouble. Grabbed the stick, and made my way to the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket), and took a WOPT (Weak-Orange-Painful-Trickling) mode wee-wee. It still amazes me sometimes, for the bucket had been well-used overnight, yet I cannot remember using it once? Considering the pain and effort that I need to get up, the stick to get to the bucket, then back down into the seat again, I find this bemusing? Can some neuropharmacologist, or psychoanalyst (or whichever word I should have used) out there, explain this for me, please? I can’t recall if this used to happen before I had the stroke, but I think it occasionally did. Nowadays, it’s a regular phenomenon. Just thought I’d ask, like. Sorry.

I took the bucket to be emptied, cleaned and sanitised. Washed the hands and contact points, and off to the kitchen to make a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea, and excellently flavoursome it was! Mind you, making the brew, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters let me down, again at just the wrong time! I spilt the hot tea, and naturally, it went on the biggest nearby target available, my stomach! Niggleclump!

Through the unwanted and unliked new kitchen, my favourite room, window. (Hahaha!) I tried to take a photo of the morning view. But, it came out so different from what the eye saw in the viewer? I used the night panorama option, on the Nikon?

I must find time to sort out the medicine drawers. The health Check results were much better this morning, apart from the temperature, at 61.8°f, low I think. The SYS, Dia and Pulse all looked well within the range permitted for a grumpy old fogey?

I got the brew made, and off to get Computer Cameron going.

The timing of Nicodemus and Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was annoying. The moment I started typing, they both kicked off! Even Saccades Sandra had a bash at me! But not for too long. I found a determination and concentration from somewhere and pressed on, ever-correcting mistakes, I’ve likely missed some I suppose. Eventually, I was so glad to get the updating finished, hours later, naturally.

I nipped (talking loosely), to the wet room, as I felt a little discomfort from the innards, and did not want to risk any more embarrassing incidents, so, off to the Porcelain Throne. What a life when yer grows older and get iller! Haha! But apart from an excessively large amount of wind escaping from the innards (quiet musical, too!), there were no signs of any evacuation! I even spent a while on the crossword book, just in case anything happened belatedly. Nope, nothing did!

Back to the computer. Emailed the link off. Then went on WordPress Reader. Followed by Facebooking. Then, I made up a template for tomorrow’s blog.

Herbert’s having a bash at his modelling methinks. I’d love to know what it is he’s making.

I nearly missed the Priority Iceland order spot. Got an order in, just in time. Phew! Got some different fish ordered for Josie to try this week. And, some shoulder pork to try and cook in the crock-pot.

I went to make another brew, feeling guilty, I haven’t got the ablutions done yet. Scallywag!

There seemed to be a green hue in the air now? I took a snap form the unwanted, unliked, dangerous kitchen windows, of the frontal view.

Then, I got the old Lumix camera and tried to take a rolling shot, of Chestnut Walk, below. But I failed, as I expected I would. I just can’t keep the camera still enough to scan with. I’ve tried on all three cameras now, but I failed on every effort. Sad innit? The danged Peripheral Neuropathy is to blame. Broggleknockersworth! Still, the green hue, or the Lumix camera giving everything a green tinge, was refreshing. Lenny Lumix is like me, getting on a bit, and certain parts of it, are not working right nowadays. Hahaha!

I went onto CorelDraw then, to get a few graphics done, I’m getting low on them for the TFZers, now.

Aha, the mobile shop as arrived. Back in a bit, folks. Nipped down and managed a natter with Flo, Josie and Roy, but the bloke had only got one tin of garden peas left, no tomatoes, no bread and no milk in stock! Josie was going to struggle with no milk, but fortunately, I had a carton of long life semi-skinned in emergency stock in the flat. I went up first and got it out and took it for Josie to have.

Brought in my one tin of garden peas, half a cucumber, tin of stewed steak and an ice-cream cornet. Humph!

Got the nosh sorted out. Not one of my betterer efforts. The battered fish I let overcook a smidge. An overall flavour rating of 6.5/10.

Then, the Diabetes insipidus boosted the wee-weeing, and almost none stop piddling was required, every one of them with Post Micturition Dribble (PMD).  By morning, I used eight pairs of PP’s! Flipping good luck that my mate Michael had supplied me with ample reserves! Thanks, Michael! Hope you’re coping out there, mate?

I needed so many, not just for the after-dribble, but all the over-use of Little Inchy had started the fungal lesion bleeding.

Watching the TV was not on, I had to climb out of the recliner – use the emergency bucket and back down repeatedly. And the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) needed emptying and sanitising to get me through.

The worst night for months!

Grobognangles!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 25th June 2020: Nurses visit again… nice company! Injections increased! Confusion reigns!

TFZer Model Janet

Wednesday 25th June 2020

Estonian: Kolmapäev, 25 Juuni 2020

13:30hrs: I was up like a lark, as happy as I could be, full of the joys of Spring. Singing, dancing, with a smile as big as a mammoth… Oh, alright then… the truth!

03:30hrs: I woke up, feeling rotten, horrible! Which I put down to the double-dose Enoxaparin injections yesterday. No stomach pains as such, but I sensed that I could feel the walls of the inner stomach, bloated, yet wobbling about? This is the best way I could explain it? There was not a lot of enthusiasm permeating through the brain yet, either.

These emotions of depressiveness were soon removed. The need for a wee-wee forced me to prise my hog-like, ponderosity of a stomach-bulked-body from the £300, second-hand, not-working recliner. I caught my balance, got the stick, and was making my way, casually, carefully and cautiously to the wet room. The instant alarm-call to use the Porcelain Throne arrived, my previous disinterest in life, changed top a mild panic! Would I make it in time? The few moments it took for me to get to the Throne, felt like minutes.

: I’m afraid I didn’t make it in time! Self-embarrassment-Mode-Adopted! The evacuation was accompanied with a bash at the crossword book. I amazed myself and got a few answered. But the Accifauxpas in not arriving at the Porcelain Throne in time took away any sense of pride or worth. Say no more! Gruffshameblowit!

It took me a while to get things cleaned up. By 04:20hrs, I was washed and refreshed, new PPs on, and checked that everything was sanitised and cleaned up properly. By the time I was ready to leave, my eagerness mode had gone down to Defcon 2! Humph! 

Things weren’t helped when I clouted my right shoulder against the doorframe, on the way out. This started Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley going for an hour or so, none-stop!

A trickle of self-loathing and worthlessness, combined with an almost painful embarrassment lingered.

I trudged limpingly to the kitchen, it was surprisingly dark for this time in the morning. I got the kettle on, and the equipment out for the Health Checks. My BP was worryingly high!. The Sys showed up as 177! The temperature came out as 68.5°f.

I think that last night’s Enoxaparin injections might have had some effect on the reading. I took this morning’s, as instructed by the Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis clinic lady. I must remember to tell the nurse if she does come, to do a blood test today, it’s not sure they will have anyone available to ‘do’ me. Haha!

Then I wondered if there are any at-home INR test kits available, and how much they might cost.

I got on the computer and investigated. After a while, I found some that were gettable in the UK.

My enthusiasm for this project abated a little when I saw the prices! They were on offer in the USA, the machine costing $899!

I started on updating the Tuesday blog. Which was a bit farcical, due to the attentions of Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley. Making errors and mistakes the norm, thus far too many corrections having to be made. So the finishing was delayed. But in the end, I got it made and posted off.

The ablutions to be done next. A stand-up washing and shave session. As it was too early to use the shower, for fear of disturbing my neighbours.

A couple of dropsies, no shaving cuts, and no knocking into or anything over. No dizzies, no stubbed toes! Brilliant! Now I was cheering up a bit, getting back to my usual self!

The morning view from the kitchen, when I went to make another brew, Extra Strong Morrison’s Assam this time, was lovely.

Sister Jane rang. We had a nattering session for ages. Enjoyed that!

I checked on the latest Corona Virus figures.

Then the door chimes rang out the Dusty Springfield, ♫ I only want to be with you ♫, tune.

It was Iceland’s delivery arriving. The chap placed the bags inside the door for me, I slipped him a mini-bottle of wine. At least the driver brought the food up for me, bless him.

I got the fodder sorted out. And as I finished the task, the landline rang out! It was the Doctors Surgery. The lady confirmed that a phlebotomy nurse would be arriving later, and asked if my carer could fetch my medications from the chemist that the nurse will need. Oh, dearie me! I explained that I do not have a carer. Shocked her a bit that did! I said that Warden Deana arranged for a volunteer to fetch me medications each month. 

She inquired about how I get my shopping. I told her of the mobile shop coming on a Tuesday and Friday, and Iceland delivering

I gave the receptionist the telephone number, after my faffling about for ages to find it! She was very patient with me when Stuttering Stephanie kicked.

I made a much-delayed start on this template, then started it off.

The lady from the surgery rang back. Said I’d given here the wrong telephone number. Oh, dear! I checked on my 1980 mobile Nokia phone for the number there. Which was the same one as I had given her earlier? She could tell I was panicking a bit, told me not to worry, she’d sort it.

I then went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. Then read the comments on WordPress. Now, on to the WordPress Reader section. Some great stuff on it today.

It’s past my usual din-din time, now. I can’t make the meal until the nurse has been. The planed nosh is Pork steaks with BBQ seasoning and Hickory. I’ve put the seasoning on the meat to let it marinate. Got the oven on low, so it will heat quicker when needed. Cunning? Baked beans with a drop of Hickory soaking in the saucepan ready. Sliced white bread out of the freezer to defrost and soak up the tomato sauce. But, when will the nurse arrive?

Jenny called to see if I wanted any bleach, yoghourt or lemon mousse adding on her next order to be delivered. She is getting it on the same day as I get the Morrison order, Tuesday 30th June. I asked for some lemon yoghourt and mousse, please. So kind of her.

I forgot to mention that I had some milk and tissues in the spare room in case she needed any, I rang her back to let her know. I think the reason that Iceland had delivered to the flat door, (Where they did not for some younger tenants), might have been because I am registered with them by the Government as a High-Risk isolating customer with them?

I went on CorelDraw to make up some graphics to use tomorrow.

Got a call from Carrington Pharmacy, asking me to tell the nurse when she arrives, to ring the chemists?

Then the intercom buzzed, it was someone from Carrington Pharmacy? I let her in.

One minute later, the intercom buzzed again, it was the Phlebotomy nurse. I admitted her.

The nurse arrived and let herself in. I mentioned the chemist lady calling me and why, and a pharmacy lady buzzing to get in? The nurse said she’ll take a look to see if she can find the chemist lady.  but she had not arrived? As she went out to search for the other lady, that woman arrived in the hallway. The two angels spoke to each other, ad a bag was handed to the nurse. I could not hear the words spoken.

The nurse came back in and said the girl, had walked up the stairs, and they have not got any of the required sized Enoxaparin, and have sent half-quantity filled ones, so I’ll have to have four injections a day instead of two. Never mind!

Lovely nurse. Bit of a chinwag as we went through the situation identificatory’s. (I like that word!) She insisted on giving me the injections

She will be returning in the morning and will watch and see if she thinks I can handle the self-inoculums. But is concerned about the shaking and jumping of the right hand and fingers, they may come on when I’m injecting. I said I could do it with the left hand. She pointed out that Shaking Shoulder Shirley, which was playing up a bit at the time, could still cause something to go awry.

She’ll assess things in the morning. Bring a new yellow safe-bin, and arrange for another INR blood test. The nurse reminded not to inject again tonight!

I thanked her, she left the bag of needs behind the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, rickety recliner, and off she went.

The BBQ pork steaks, Hickory seasoned baked beans, became my main aim, then! Hehe!

It didn’t take me too long to get it cooked, 40 minutes from start to finish. The bread had thawed-out alright, and was so soft and tasty.

The Iceland Egyptian seedless grapes were larger than the last lot I had,  and a lot less sweet. But still tasted good to me, a little more tangy-taste to them! The Jenny-supplied lemon yoghourt was again great, tasty and a perfect finisher-offerer to the meal.

After destroying the meal, I got on with washing the pots, double-checked I’d taken the right medications, and settled down.

Great! I was soon off in the land of Sweet Morpheous!

Inchcockski – Tue 23 June 2020: Things started well enough – then Code-Red, Warfarin acuologist duties demanded!

TFZer Lona ♥

Tuesday 23rd June 2020

Myanmar (Burmese) အင်္ဂါနေ့ 23 ဇွန် 2020

03:35hrs: I woke, and almost automatically heaved my massive, ponderosity of a stomached torso, free of the recliner. It all went so well? Well, apart from it taking a while for the brain to join with my volumingargantuan body into activity.

As I made my way hobblingly to the wet room for an  SWWW (Sprinkly-Weak-Wee-Wee), I noticed that Arthur Itis’s knees, were again not very hurtful, just remarkably stiff, and lumpy. The feet and uncut toenails were still painful.

This was when I realised I’d made a cock-up yesterday, in forgetting to ask Supermodel and Warden, Obergruppenführeress Deana, to call the clinic and Dentist for me! Thunderbogworthy Idiot! Washed my hands and contact points wiped with antiseptic, and off to the kitchen.

Took a shot of the morning view, and made a brew, caramelised biscuits, I ate a few. Hehehe! Then, it was the Health Checks to do.

The sphygmomanometer worked on the first try. The results were okay. The Sys was a tad high, but it’s been much higher in the last week. The thermometer gave me a real reading this time, 68.5°.

I made a mental note of what needed cleaning and sorting attentions in the kitchen. (I doubt if there was much commitment, though!) To the computer and got started on updating the Monday post.

For the whole time I was doing the updating, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, failed only twice! Mind you, the twitching from the most annoying Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley was an ominous sign. She’s back, and building up, ready to create havoc at a later time. Trust me on this!

The morning had brightened up! The sky was cloudless, which means something, but I can’t remember what it is.  (Haha!)

I limped to the kitchen again; unfortunately, I used the multi-pronged walking stick!

As I was making a brew of Glengettie tea, a painful Accifauxpa took place. Argh! I caught the standing upright four-pronged walking stick, as I returned from getting the milk from the fridge, it went over, I couldn’t stop it in time with the milk in my hand, and the handle part of the stick landed right on my right foot’s little toe! Gluglegnatsworth!

Grumbles and silently swore a little, then back to the computer. Then I went on the WordPress Reader section. Later on Winwood Heights and TFZer Facebooking.

It looks like it might warm up a bit later. The sun is breaking through now.

Yet another decentish ablutioning session! Not all good, mind, of course. Doing the teeth and it restarted Toothache Thomas off. A few dropsies here and there. No dizzies suffered in the shower! Shoulder-Shuddering-Shirley and Saccades Sandra tried to get me going, but I wasn’t going to have it today! No cuts shaving! Doing the medicating went injury-less, (A couple of dropsies, mind) I got dressed without any bother as well! Smug-Mode-Defcon-2 Adopted!

The pins looked like the veins were about to erupt again, in the feet as well. Still, can’t complain, they’ve been pretty good for several days. To say this morning they looked so pale, they had got some colour now. This might be because of the hot shower?

Out, and sorted some waste bags and took them to the chute. Back to the flat, and took an extra painkiller. Toothache Thomas was throbbing again. Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and let it cool before eating it, no, I mean drinking, to avoid bothering the tooth.

Answered some comments on WordPress, and the landline burst forth. It was Lab-top Dancer, ILC and Warden, Unterscharführeress Deana, doing her weekly check to see if I am still alive (Hahaha!). I asked although I struggled with Stuttering Stephanie; if Deana could help me with the Flat Insurance renewal paperwork and ringing them. I meant to ask her if she’d mind ringing the Sherwood Health Centre as well, to see if the foot lady is cutting nails again yet, but I was having a job getting my words out and forgot to ask. Bless, she’s coming later sometime to help with the insurance, I must remember then.

I went on CorelDraw to make up some much-needed graphics. After an hour or so, and one graphics being done, I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. I reckon that Thompsons tastes even better when drunk from this particular mug. No idea why, though.

As I was trying to take the hump out of the carpet, the intercom flashed and I even heard it today! Despite the ‘Horrible Hum’ outside and all around, having started to get louder than ever. Another Mystery!

The new to me, phlebotomy nurse introduced herself, and she was soon up at the flat door. She straightened the carpet for me, bless her. Took the blood, and I offered her a can of G&T, in thanks and appreciation. Which she refused at first. Until she saw it was not lemonade, but a tin of Looch (Gin & Tonic), being well mannered, I offered the lady a low cal or ordinary one. A lovely nurse, I took to her straight away. She was in a rush, as they all are, sadly nowadays. She’d been delayed with having trouble finding the flats, bless her.

Back to the CorelDrawing. Didn’t get far, but another one more done.

An early nosh was prepared. Fries, Frankfurters, crispy onions, potato salad, tomatoes, and a few left-over new potatoes. Lemon mousse, and an apple pie.

Very toothsome! Flavour rating 7.5/10.

Washed the pots and got down to watch the TV. 

Within minutes, I was off and into the land of Sweet Morpheous! Marvellous!

Sometime later, I’m not sure when the Landline flashed and sounded. I struggled out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, not working, rickety recliner and over to the landline. Stuttering Stephanie was with me, so much repeated questions for clarification from me, followed. It a lady from the Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Unit, about the Warfarin INR test level results: I did find it hard to hear and understand, but I wrote things down as she told me, and checked with the lady afterwards.

  • I was at 1.1, well below the 3,5 bar.
  • She checked that I had some ready-filled Enoxaparin hypodermics to hand, which I had. I am to inject one straight away tonight, another in the morning and tomorrow night.
  • Take 2½ Warfarin now, and then in the morning and the following night.
  • Another INR test will be arranged for Wednesday or Thursday.

I thanked the lady, rang off, and went to take the Warfarin and inject the Enoxaparin. A bit dodgy on my feet.

The date on the hypo was ‘Use by the end of June 2020!’

The injection into the large, wobbly, fearsome stomach was done. The 2½ Warfarins taken. I had to use the left hand, dare not risk Nicodemus or Shoulder Shuddering Shirley playing up if I tried with the right mitt.

Took a shot of the evening sky, and for the life of me, I could not find the Nikon camera lens cover I’d just taken off! I spent ages searching, I knew it had to be in the kitchen somewhere. But, failing to find it, I investigated in the other room, no luck, of course! Crankiness!

I even looked in the wet room and hallway, just in case I’m had a blank-moment. While perusing, I found an official-looking letter on the floor near the door! It was from Her Majesties Government. One, I assume sent to all of her subjects. I gave up the search for the lens cover and read the four pages. Which left me more confused than ever, apart from clarifying that those at high risk of death from Coronvirus, can go out again, keeping to the advice given in the letter, from August 1st.

Not much chance of getting back to sleep now. The mind all active (and confused), I went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea…

As I plugged in the kettle, there right in front of me, was the Nikon lens, on a hob on the cooker! Glunglegnatsworth!

I settled back into the c1968, sickenly beige coloured recliner. And got my feet up, to air and ease the cruelly uncut Howard Hughes style toenails.

I soon realised that sleep was not going to come.

The deep vein Arterial Thrombosis, Spider veins, and spider veins were coming out to play again. 

Ah, well, I’ve had a couple of decent nights kips in, so no complaints. I just hope I’ve got the messages right from the hospital about the INR doses.

Although it took ages to get off into the land of nod, when I did get there, it was peaceful and uninterrupted for four hours straight.

TTFNski folks!