Inchcocksi – Thursday 11th June 2020: Artsy-fartsy sort of day!

Thursday 11th June 2020

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01:40hrs: I stirred into life, with many aches, pains, stiffnesses and a violently Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley session! Which put an end to any thoughts of nodding off again. More so, when, as I was tackling the risky business of heaving my gelatinous body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner. As the poor old feet and toes hit the deck to take my midriff-heavy weight, not only did I once again nearly topple back into the recliner but almost went over as Shirley gave my shoulder a right shaking!

This was concerning. Not why it was happening, obviously the Peripheral Neuropathy inspired Nicodemus Neurotransmitters, were playing up. But a worry, over how I am going to get around this morning. As if by magic, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley suddenly sank back to barely a tremor, she was persistent with it mind you, but this did not hamper my movement. Phew! Bit of luck there!

I came close to having an involuntary leak (well there was a tiny drop or two. However, the PPs coped with it well) and I got to the bucket in time. More good fortune? Worrying this is! Haha! The wee-wee mode was so different again. It was in the WSSUGG (Weak-Squirty-Spraying-Uncontrollable-Greeny-Grey) style.

So, off to the kitchen, to do the medicationing and make a brew of Assam tea. The sphygmomanometer Sys and Dia results were lower today, the Pulse was up a bit, and the temperature showed up as just ‘Low’.

I took the tea into the computer/front/junk room, and as I got seated int the swivel-chair, I noticed that the veins might be coming back up again on the right leg?

I grafted (mentally) away for five hours, getting the many photographs into yesterdays blog, eventually getting it finished and posted off. I put a lot of stuff on Pinterest, then went on the WordPress Reader section.

Went to make another brew, and took a photograph of the amazingly blue sky. It had been drizzling early in the night, and as I opened the window to take the shot, the cold raindrops fell in onto my bare, ginormously-elephantine, flabby tummy. By Jiminne, I jumped. Hahaha!

Then I went on Facebooking. It’ll be a long job, with all the Nottingham photos to go in the albums. I’ll be back, eventually. Blimey, three hours later, still not finished, and time for the ablutions to be done. Put Computer Cameron in sleep-mode, and off for a limp to the wet room. I’m back.

Ablutionary Activities Report!

Well, that could have gone better!

  • I dropped the shower-seat moving it, and hit my right knee and foot!
  • Took a wee-wee, and found Inchies fungal lesion bleeding!
  • Lost half-an-hour stopping it bleeding!
  • Dropped the toothpaste (2), then the brush (2)!
  • Split the gum at the back, near one of the toothache teeth!
  • Cut the mole on my right cheek!
  • Dropped the shower gel, it burst open, and I had a mini-skating session…
  • Then went down on the right knee!
  • More time and mess in getting back up again!
  • Had a medicating marathon!
  • Tore the first pair of PPs out of the new bag!
  • Clouted the left knee this time.
  • I tried to wash of some spots from the feet. They were new growths!

It’s a damned good job I didn’t have to face the Sock-Glide!

Oh, Silver Lining Search Result: There were no toe-stubbings!

Weary as I was after the session, escaping to town yesterday, with it being colder, I had to wear a pair of socks for the first time in months. They now had to be hand-washed. I got them done, wrung and hung. Well, not really hung. I used the stand-up airer top get them dried on. But must remember to keep checking and moving them.

They are the fantastically comfortable, diabetic, non-binding, non-constrictive, circulatory Diabetic Bamboo Socks. Seam-free, moisture-wicking, anti-bacterial hosiery, made of Bamboo fibre. Expensive, but worth every penny! Anyone diabetic, or on Warfarin, should try them. I got mine from Amazon.

Not having worn any for so long with the toe-nails unable to be cut, I feared the nails might damage the socks and give me some pain, but they were fine.

I then got the bath towel in the flat airer. I worked out a way to thread the cloth, so most of the thin heating bars are effective. Smarmy Smug Mode Adopted!

Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, taking a photo of the dank morning outside as I did so. The drizzle was still falling a bit. There were no noises, from any dogs barking or vehicles that I could hear at all. Nor any signs on tellurians either.

I hope the worlds not ended and nobody has told me? Hahaha! I’m not wearing any socks again, with me not going out.

I’ve not heard anything from the Antiocoagulatipon and Thrombosis clinic about my INR blood test yet? The level might be fine. I checked the new growths, spots whatever on the feet again. Oddly there didn’t seem to be as many as earlier after the shower? But the body is lymphatic and etiolated. I wonder

I got ontop updating this blog. As far as here, and had to go on CorelDraw to get some graphics done. Back in a while (probably about November! Har-har!)

I was making some measurement to use in a graphicalisation, and ‘blimus and flipping ‘eck,’ it just went so dark, I thought my earlier joke about the end of the world might come true after all! Hahaha! It stayed dull for a couple of minutes, then it brightened up a tad?

Cornish pattie with BBQ sauce. Potatoes a chicken BBQ stick, and a pot of tasteless raspberry jelly. Taste Rating: 7.5/10.

The Bonners BBQ sauce was delightfully tangy and sweet at the same time. I wish I’d bought more than one tin, now. Tsk!

I got the pots washed, and stripped, getting ready for the kip under the quilt, and doubts came over me about a few things. Had I got the bank card safe? Where were the house keys and fob? A few other uncertainties as well, I had to investigate. All okay. During the search for peace of mind, I came across the Anticoagulation INR blood test result, in the hallway, posted earlier.

The paperwork had a new layout and page to it. (Or I’d just not noticed it before?)

It now shows: Note To Patients: On the day of your appointment if you are waiting for your dosage, you should be available between 3:00pm and 6:00pm on the telephone number we have for you. So we can contact you with any urgent changes to your dose. If you are not contacted, you should continue with your present dose until your new Anticoagulation Therapy record is received. Fair enough!

The INR level was well down at 2.1 but within the range. The service is struggling midst the Coronavirus mess, and the next test was not due until 23/06/2020, in two weeks time. A lot of pressure on then, I believe they have had nurses taken from them to work elsewhere, and new nurses training for the Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis testing unit.

Finally, I got down into the £300, second-hand recliner. Because the other morning doing the ablutions, Rado 4 Extra was offering ‘Yes, Minister’, the first episode, it had rekindled my liking of the programme, and I put on and started to watch the DVD of the first series.

That did the trick! I was soon off, into the (Dream filled) land of Nod. 

Rainbow inspired photographicalised ode

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5Fri05

On the computer, picking at my cold sore,
I drew the curtains, above is what I saw,
For beauty, one couldn’t ask for more,
I was gobsmacked, as I looked in awe!
Life wasn’t so complicated or obscure,
There was hope yet, I was sure,
I forgot all about my credit score!

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My zoochosis meant nothing, against this delight,
Magnificent colours and bending light,
Some pale, transparent, others being superbright,
I took in the gorgeousness, as well I might,
I forgot the hassle of Monday and yesternight.
I wanted to steal this inspiration, get the copyright!

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How did the phenomenon occur, I lacked the insight,
It even beats the heavenly blue moonlight,
A plane flew by, lucky devils on that flight!
Not that I don’t love the days twilight,
What an incomparable, wonderful sight,
It’s even more desirable than toasted Marmite!

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Rainbow, that’s an excellent euonym,
My self-control wandered, I felt grim,
Mind facts were substituted with skrim,
Dizzy Dennis was afoot, a thought-storm brewed!
For moments the brain froze, and logic stewed,
My head cleared, after a prayer and a hymn.

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I no longer drink, or use tobacco,
Don’t play any instrument, no piano,
I do overeat and love a fresh tomato,
Eventually, semi logic I did re-bestow,
Thus ended this thought-storm fiasco!

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No peace, no rest, from the unbalanced mind,
Sometimes from life’s hassle, I wish I could resign,
Oh, to find an existence that is gentle and kind,
Peacefulness, tranquillity, are so hard to find,
Even around here, with its lanes, tree-lined,
Why is life, so complicatedly designed?
Have I any right, to moan and whine?
The body and brain are both on the decline,
Red Dwarf’s on the box later, so never mind!

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Inchcock Today (Briefly) Saturday 11th January 2020: Another Chinwagless Saturday

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Saturday 11th January 2020

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2250hrs: Woketh up.

Blog updated.

WD 70.0.0. Went to get the ablutions done. What farcicalness! I took the PPs off ready, and blood was all over them from the crotch area.

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I assumed it would be Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding, but no! I could find no leaks anywhere, apart from a tiny bit in the delicate area at the top inside of the right leg front. That, and the continuing flow of deep red blood that followed, confused me? (Not a hard thing to do!) The batteries ran out in the toothbrush, I replaced them and still had to use the hand-brush, because the new Duracells would not work? Got three cuts while shaking and shaving, Seccades Sandra kicked off. The radio batteries ran out. As for the dropsies, well, there must be something I handled that didn’t drop or shoot out of my right hand, but I can’t think of anything at the moment! Grumph! The sock-glide, at least, didn’t cause me any injuries today. The pins looked okay, other than the ankles were swelling up a touch.

6Sat03

I got the black bins sorted and ready to take to the waste chute.

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Then went down to take some treats to Winwood Court kitchen for the tenants. No one there, so I left them near the door.

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I’d forgot to take a pen to add my name to the list of people interested in going to Mo’s funeral. Back to Woodthorpe Court. By then, (08:05hrs) it was late enough for me to use waste the chute, so I did.

WD 70.0.0. Cracked my head on the lid. I may have muttered something like, ‘flipping ‘eck!’, or ‘Botherations!’

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Back down again with the pen, and added my moniker to the list. Gaynor had told me about this yesterday. Bless her cotton socks.

6Sat07

Back up to the flat and did some tidying up in the supposed bedroom, but is in fact, a junk room that would put Steptoe & Son’s front office to shame!

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The intercom burst into life. I went to the hallway and admitted the lad with food. He put it inside the door for me, I thanked him, and off he shot. Looking little stressed, I thought.

6Sat08I got the fodder out of the bags and checked to see what had been substituted. To my pleasant surprise. No, amazement, there were no substituting at all!

6Sat09But, as usual, there was a problem with the delivery. Three things actually.

  1. I didn’t realise it was frozen
  2. The outer sleeve had been damaged
  3. And it was a ‘Microwave Ony’ meal.

Not having a microwave oven, put the mockers on my plan to eat the Smoked Haddock Risotto today (Binned it!) Why bin it, you ask? When I decided to try and cook it in the oven and opened the cover, there was a smell like rotten eggs when I pulled off the wrapper! Eugh!

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I updated this blog while some Truffle Fries and the last of Southern Fries were cooking and then got the meal served up. Somewhat overdid the quantity by a long shot!  and I enjoyed it so much. You can see the different chips by their colour, the greeny ones are the Truffle fries. I ate only about a half of this much-to-big meal I’d done. I don’t know what made me cook so much?

What I ate tasted okay though, Flavour-Rating 6.5/10.

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I did the washing of the pots, and I don’t know why, but my mind concentrated on the Mainline Bus that I caught coming back from HRH Sister Jane’s abode. I thought, maybe I could use it going the other way if I go again. I dug out the timetable I’d taken from the bus. When I say, dug-out, I mean ‘spent fifteen minutes finding it. Haha!

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But the print was far too small to read, so the idea drifted from my muddled brain, to be replaced with thoughts of Mo’s funeral on Monday. She would not have liked us to mope, and I hope to avoid showing any other emotion, other than the one she brought to us all:  Joy and her infectious smile.

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The indefatigable, full of vim and vigour, ball of fun, much-missed, Mo! ♥

Inchcock Today – Saturday 5th October 2019: Imprisoned indoors… but still, you don’t like to complain, does yer. Hehe!

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Saturday 5th October 2019

Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 5 Dàmhair 2019r

6Sat03

02:30hrs: I awoke, feeling thanks and appreciation that Colin Cramps had been a lot kinder and gentle with me last night. I still don’t know if the magnesium tablets helped, but I’ll continue to take them, just in case, and try not to miss one again. Boy, it was terrific getting six hours kip in, and no wake ups for wee-wees. Also, there were no signs of nocturnal nibbling having taken place! Smug-Mode-Adopted! 

I extracted the lumbering flabby body from the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Had another USBUWSS (Ultra-Slow-But-Uncontrollable-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee.

WDPright05WD 0.50.0a 2 I took the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) to the wet room for emptying and cleaning. Half-way through, the sudden urgent need to use the Porcelain Throne got me in a bit of a poorly-timed and messy pickle. I grabbed the stick to turn and deposit my more than adequately proportioned body on the Throne… Dropped the walkingstick, then the bucket onto the floor… Then I stubbed my toe on the sock-glide, and somehow I got to the WC seat on time! It was all over in seconds, and needed a good cleaning up after! The Porcelain and I were cleaned-up. Next, the walking stick, sock-glide, and GPEB had to be retrieved. And, just as I bent down to pick up the cane, the peripheral neuralgia ridden right leg, launched into one of its imitations of a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine! I dropped the walking stick, which the curved handle bit landed straight dead on the stubbed toe, and I wanted to cry! Hahaha!

I cleaned up the floor, gently threw the sock-glide into the corner, as I cursed silently to myself, and took the bucket with me to the kitchen, for disinfecting! The semi-ersatz waking feeling of thanks and appreciation, faded fast! I got the handwashing moved onto the airer and hung. (WW!)

Took the medications, including the extra magnesium, Codeine 30g, and Loperamide anti-diarrhorea capsule. Made a brew (yes, the unaccountable thirst was still with me!) and got on the computer to update yesterday’s diary. There was not a lot to add, having sorted the photos last night, but fates-fickle-finger forced the fidgetting finger-ends to play up, and I lost a lot of time correcting and using silent curses!

WD 0.50.0 2 Within about half-an-hour of being sat down, the annoying howling buzzing noise all over became louder. Then, as I stood up for a break fro making the cock-ups, and to go and make another cuppa, the RAI Rheumatoid Arthur Itis knees enjoyed giving me a lot of agonies, pain, and annoyance! They kept in this mode all day! Grumph, Oy Yey, and Grobbleackersticks! I had to use the bucket yet again, this time for an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee.

I made the brew, and sod-me, I had to return hastily to the Porcelain Throne! This evacuation was over even quicker than the first one was! However, it was not messy, at least. I took a couple of snaps of the morning view. But the hands and fingers were still a little shaky.

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Back to the computerisationing. The finger-ends were no better, though. But, I pressed on and got the diary finished, at last, at long last. Phew!

I got the post sent off and went on the WordPress Reader, not a lot on there yet, weekend and all that, I suppose. Sent photos to Pinterest. Then I went on the TFZer YouTube site to catch-up.

Then the big job next. Getting the graphics made up for the page tops, etc., not an easy task, but what the heck!

Three hours, six-wee-wees late, I’d got a couple done.

WD 0.50.0 2 Josie rang the door chimes, she could not get her heaters to come on. I checked what her meter sowed, and mine did the same. The selector on the panel on each heater, was not allowing me to make any changes? I could not find my stand-alone heater to let her borrow. Where that’s gone, I don’t know! Unless Pete took it when he stole my valuables. Hehe! I could not help her, and felt a right fool!

6Sat26The weariness dawned suddenly. So, I got the nosh sorted out. An easy to prepare one tonight. BBQ seasoned rice and ready-to-eat-frankfurters added to the pan, a few tomatoes, with two little wholemeal cobs and a fresh orange drink. I did burn the rice a tad, but this was good, I like it this way. Tastier, palatable, and more scrumptious! Taste: 9/10!

6Sat05aI was so tired, I did not wash the pots, but I did put them in the bowl to soak overnight.

The sky tonight had not got its red or blue glow at all. Shame, I was enjoying looking at this view/scene each evening.

6Sat24I went on Google to check out the weather forecast for Sunday. Ah, rain! A pity that, cause I was hoping to get out a bit and take some photos in Woodthorpe Grange Park. But with the threat of precipitationalisationing, I’d better not go out.

Mind you, tomorrow I might go through the link-passage to Winwood Court, and up in the lift to the roof level? I’ll see how I feel later, but how I am at the moment, who knows.

I did watch odd-minutes of TV, bits of a film, and many bits and pieces of Hells Kitchen, before getting off to sleep, thankfully!

TTFNski!

Inchcock Today: Thursday 2nd May – Return Home Day

 

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Thursday 2nd May 2019 – Return Home Day

Croatian: Četvrtak, 2. Svibnja 2019. – Dan Povratka kući

02:20hrs, rose and got the foot support ready for the carer to fit later. Shower and shave and got dressed as far as possible, and completed the packing of the things to take home.

Carer came with medications, medicines to take home and put my ankle support on for me. She was sad to see me go – at least that was what she said. Hehe!

But inwardly, I felt a bit of a wreck. Shaking with nerves at the thought of going home and having to make decisions after five weeks of being told when to go to the toilet, wake-up, eat, washing being done etc. And despite my wanting to get home to my flat and all of Jane and Pete’s efforts and help, I find myself feeling niggly. Most of the carers at the Oaks have been pleasant to me as well. I plan to go back with a load of nibbles in thanks for them on Saturday, all being well. It will only entail a little walking with the frame to the bus stop, hobble to the care home and a bus to town then one home, and I’m hoping things go alright.

A cup of tea and some toast in the end room.

Gordon appeared at the doorway later, looking a bit pale, said he fell over last night and no one had woke him for brekkers this morning. I thought he was downstairs having a meal. I alerted a member of staff and they attended him.

No lousy writing, just nothing on my notepad at all. Cause I was fretting about going home, I suppose.

5Fri005Jane and Pete arrived just as I was giving a box of chocolates to the receptionist for the staff, thank you.

A quick farewell, and out to Pete’s jam-jar and back to my beloved flat at Woodthorpe Court.

I thought I’d do a bit of cleaning up to show my willingness. Jane said she had never seen me cleaning up before. Tsk! 

Jane and Pete helped me with sorting out a bit more.

Someone arrived from the Social Services, I think. Luckily Sister Jan was here and sorted things with him. Facts and figures were not going into my brain. Jane took all the details that I could not absorb in the least. The medicines needed sorting old and new in the prescription drawers.

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Pete took a photo on his new mobile of Jane and I sorting the medicines out. Although I didn’t realise it until Saturday when I spoke with her, she took a bag of the old medicines to the Chemist to see if they would take them off our hands for us and destroy them. The man said we should get some Yellow boxes for the out of date hyperdermic Amoxparin filled needles. I think I spoke, or Jane spoke with Dr Vindla about them.

I was happy to be home, but so scared and in a non-accepting frame of mind for anything going on. The leaving the controlled atmosphere I have been in so long and suddenly everything happening that needed decisions, left my brain without the foggiest idea about what was going on? But I did know and kept quiet about the Axonotmesis giving me some shakes in the legs and right arm.

I think a woman from Social Services came later, but I could be wrong. I reckon the bloke rang the chemist about getting my prescriptions delivered, I’ll check with Jane later. Confused and so grateful that Jan and Pete were here to help me through a distressing and unsettling few hours.

I asked Pete for the keys, money, cash card, bus pass he had safely stored for me while  I was away. He retained the keys so he could get in after going down to his car for something. Probably another CCTV camera to install, Hahaha! I do remember telling him not to forget to return them, though.

When they had made sure, or the best they could that I was all okay, with the medicines in a bag,  went down with them to their car to thank them and see them off. While down on the car park, I decided to do my voting for the Euro election at the  Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. The walk there was okay, but I foolishly did not take the perambulator trolley or walking stick with me. Fool!

Did the voting and on the way back to the flat, well, I was in a right state. A chap from my block helped me get back to the flat. A bit vague about things, I hope I recognise him later so I can thank him properly. I’ll not that mistake again, either the walking stick or trolley will go with me in future!

When I got back, I realised that Pete had forgotten to hand back the flat keys! I rang Jane, and Pete had to return with the keys. I am a nuisance!

I think Sonia called, there is an appointment on my diary now, for Physio 09:30hrs on Wednesday 8th May? I hope the INR blood test is not going to fall on the same day!

I met them in the car park to gather the keys. Humph!

Got back in the flat and locked the doors, and took three photographs of the view as I prepared my first home-made meal for about five weeks. Haha!

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KWaf05The nosh was not really mine, but what Jane had bought for me. A meat cob, apple, orange and a banana.

I added some out of date sausages, potato balls and Marmite cheese! Enjoyed it all the more than I anticipated. Especially as she had put some bread and a small pork pie in the fridge for me tomorrow! Bless her cotton socks! ♥

Bit of a Whoopsiedangleplop when I got the shakes and spilt hot water on my hand. Well, fancy that! Hahaha!

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I took some sky shots over the next hours.

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I still had a few blank moments, but I felt a lot better than earlier on. Thanks again, Jane and Pete! ♥

I did get a little nervous settling in the £300 second-hand, ci 1968, stroke-invoking rickety recliner for the first time in ages, to get to sleep. But all went well and I woke up on Saturday morning feeling a bit brighter. Phew, Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday, Thursday 24th/25th April 2019: The Oaks Residential Care Home

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Now a flipping Stroke – Huh!

Wednesday, Thursday 24th/25th April 2019

The Oaks Residential Care Home

Swahili: Jumatano, Alhamisi 24/25 Aprili 2019

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Wed 24th: 01:55hrs, woke up after decent kip. No radiator noises! Shower and got foot support ready. Still no aftershave, but the cuts were getting less frequent.

Tried using the rear-end throne. No luck. Brekkers, toast, nice and enjoyable.

Call from Deana wishing me well, bless her. Called BJ but no connection?

Finding it hard to understand my writing for today?

Rang Jane. Foot support was done with aplomb by the carer. Bless em! ♥

Meals were taken up in the room today, dinner down in the hall. Vegetarian pastie, with Brassica. Can’t think of the names for some reason, apart from cauliflower and cabbage. Also carrots, onions, peas and… bad memory and writing day.

Lady from DVT took Warfarin blood, and I think Sonia came to visit from Therapy, but not confident of this.

Thursday 25th April: Woke 02:30hrs, feeling most confused to start with. Lady called later, questions about health. Carer supplied a mug of tea. Asked lad about missing socks and jumper from laundry. Then she found them for me, bless her.

Much unreadable stuff on this page of the notepad.

A care got the protection pad on for me.

I had a good wander around indoors for exercise. Then did  Occupational training. Lunch a sausage sandwich.

Made a list of communicative needs and wrote them down. To show people who I might meet for the first time.

A carer told me I should be making my own tea as practice, and they will record how I go. So I went to the Social room, and someone had locked the kettle away. Ah, well!

The EQ returned today, and I had the sensation that something would happen today that would be unexpected.

After weeks of being confined to barracks, the staff were all stil too busy to take me out. Waiting for the Foot Support to be fitted before I was permitted to walk, and then had to take the walker with me.

Down for nosh, a smoked haddock sandwich, and very-tasty it was!

Sister Jane rang, bad line didn’t understand much, but had the newly found memory working and asked for some aftershave bringing in to stop the bleeding when I shave.

The heavy storm persisted. I was sorry I didn’t have a camera, many photo opportunities presented themselves. Humph!

BJ arrived to visit me. Great to see him, bless his cotton socks. Great natter, mostly from me of course. I was pleased when he sowed me his ankle support, which looked just like mine. I thought i’dtry to copy the nest bit on the pad, in hpes that someone might be able to decipher what the heck I was trying to write: Saw him off outside, using walker of course. Check footman nail £30, no answer.

Going down later for nosh, carer told me to go back upstairs to the lounge for having meal this time. Vegetarian Chilli pastie again, super-tasty and again with Brassica. I must ask the doctor when I get to see her. seven weeks or so since the Stroke, not heard anything from her.

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Inchcock Today – Thu 21 Mar 2019: Includes ‘Exclusive’ revelations of the farcical Health Centre Visit!

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Thursday 21st March 2019

Hindi: गुरुवार 21 मार्च 2019

00:25hrs. I stirred into the travesty I sadly call life. The visit to the Mary Potter Centre, taking over my thought processes (Such as they are). The removal and dismounting of my bulbous bellied body from the £300 second-hand, ci 1968 rickety recliner was more comfortable that it has been in years. Another Mystery!

4Thu02I got my balance and checked the legs. I could hardly see any signs of the leg ulcer (That I have waited eight weeks for the appointment, and that day is today, Grumph”). The colourings had changed again, though. The chins had acquired a painful looking shade with a spotty rash. The knees were getting back to a more knobbly-warped, face-outline design. One leg had more fluid retentions than the other, but they were both of similar colouring. But there was no pain from them? Mind you; I wasn’t using them then. Hehe!

4Thu03aI laid out the tube, big shoes, paperwork all together in the hope that I would not forget to take them with me to the Health Centre.

I poddled painlessly, even the heels and soles of the feet were not tender this morning. Off to the kitchen and got the kettle on and did the Health Checks.

All this sudden bout of lack of pains is confusing me a bit.

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The summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room. The evacuation was somewhat reluctant. But this gave me an opportunity to read some more of the Victoria Wood biography. There was no bleeding from the haemorrhoids today. How long can this go on for; Only the tiniest bit of bleeding from the fungal lesion. There was no bother from Arthur Itis, the soles and heels, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald. It’s not natural, and a bit confusing, too!

I even started to sing silently to myself, going through what words of my Frankie Vaughan favourites I could remember. Green Door, Tower of Strength etc. before moving on to some Dean Martin (June in January, The man with the mandolino) and Nat King Cole tunes (Mona Lisa, Unforgettable)!

Got the computer on and started this blog going, as far as here. Then I updated the Wednesday blog. 4Thu04Posted that one off to WordPress. Went on the WP reader page. Then on Facebook to catch up with the TFZers and post some pictures to the albums.

Got the brekkers sorted out. A bigger one today. Sourghdough tomato sarnie, marmite cheese buttons, bits of Melton Mowbray pork pie and vinegar potato sticks.

3Wed27A letter was found in the hallway. ‘Electrical contractor will need access to the flat to secure cables to the heater from skirting boards, if necessary.’ The timing was given as, ‘Either Monday 25th, Tuesday 26th, or Wednesday 27th March!’

Got the ablutions sorted out. Black bags to the waste chute as I left.

I called at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed. And informed Pole-dancer and Warden Deana, of my having the INR blood test done on Monday 25th, and doctors appointment for the 27th. So, only Tuesday would I be in. Deana said she would pass on the message for me. 

4Thu05I enjoyed a chinwag or two with my fellow alcoholic tenants in attendance. Hehe! We had a few laughs and exchanged insults.

Caught the bus down into Sherwood, crossed over the road and caught an 87 bus to Carrington. It was cram packed, I had to sit on one of the side-saddle seats, clinging on as best I could. But, it was only for about seven bus 4Thu05astops, before I got off at the end of Gregory Boulevard. I had to walk back to the pelican lights, where I was nearly knocked over in the students rush to get to the college.

Then I walked back towards the traffic island, and got over the dangerous crossing there, without any hiccups.

I began the hobble along Gregory Boulevard.

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As I limped along slowly, I was well ahead of time at this point, and the memories came flooding back to me. There were precious few Nottinghamians making use of the Forests greenery this lunchtime. The stubs of the metal fencing that was removed in the first world war for munitions. The charity fancy dress football match I played in for the RAOB so many years ago… and I never got to touch the ball the entire game, and my mate Michael playing in the bath towel that imitated a nappy, Hahaha! Goose Fair, Billy Smarts Circus, the long-gone bowling green, the gals who granted me a walk in the bushes and trees (well, one did!), last months stabbings… ah, memories.

4Thu08aWDP My sad indulging in the wool-gathering session came to an abrupt end when I noticed this Herbert of a Nottinghamiam Pedal Cyclist coming toward me, while he was texting on his phone! This annoyed me, he wasn’t even looking ahead! Although he did stop once or twice. As he passed me by, still using his mobile, I tapped his shoulder and said “Oy, bad enough you’re using the #+?~#/g footpath, but look where you’re going at least!” But my childish outburst was ignored completely.

4Thu09WDP As I got a few hundred yards or so further on, another Nottinghamian PAvement Cyclist came from behind me, and his bike hit the bag I was carrying. He just carried on, likely not even aware of what he’d done. I contained myself and did not raise my voice at this animal.

WDP Mainly, because I was checking the vial of urine, I was told to take with me, to use if it had been broken open by the inconsiderate slime-ball on the bike. But, oddly I could not find it at all? Oh, 4Thu10dear, had I left it at the flat? I decided to have another search when I arrive at the Health Centre, which was only about five minutes away. Well, for a fit youngster, it took me ten minutes to get there, at hobbling-speed. Tsk! The feet were painful again.

I found this photograph on the SD card later. I can’t recall why I took it?

I arrived at the Mary Potter Health Centre, and it was a larger place inside than I imagined it would be. As I got the camera out to record the breadth and length of the hallway with the reception/helpdesk at the far end, I espied a notice informing me that it is not permitted to take any photographs in these premises! Shame!

I was thirty-nine minutes early, so I called at the Help Desk (Not that it was very helpful initially). There was just the one chap who overtook me and got to the desk first, and I stood behind him, a fair distance so as not to hear what was being said twixt the bloke and lady assistant. They chatted, with the assistant not looking too happy about things. Later she disappeared into the back room, leaving the chap looking annoyed for some reason.

Twenty-minutes later, the queue behind me had grown to around twelve people, the man was beginning to look annoyed now. The other behind me had begun a muttering campaign, that was getting louder by the minute.

Ten-minutes on and one of the security guards looked over, and came to ask if he could assist me… or rather said: “Wot can I do fer yer, youth?” I showed him my letter, asking him for the location of the said Treatment Rooms. He pointed out to the stairs and told me I need to go up to the first floor, adding, thankfully, there is a lift around the back of the stairs I could use. I thanked him and went to the elevator. Pressed the call button for the first floor, and arrived upstairs. Where the layout was distinct, but I stopped at another reception desk and showed them the letter. The lady pointed to the chairs at the end of the corridor, I thanked her and went and got myself down in one of the higher chairs. Got the crossword book out, and a nurse arrived within minutes to collect me. She led me through a maze of corridors to the treatment room. I made notes of the route we took so I would know the way back out later. Clever stuff, eh? Hehe!

I got to the room and sat down as instructed by one of the two very nice ladies in the office. A Q & A session was carried out. When they were asking about the leg ulcer, I got the camera out to show them photographs of the wound and legs in their differing daily conditions. It transpired that the younger of the ladies had attended Winchester Court, and had had a tour of the Winwood Court?

WDP I still could not find the vial of urine!

They explained bits of what they were to do, then I sat on a manoeuvrable trolley. Rolled up both sleeves, and trouser legs. I liked that, hahaha! They placed BP cuffs attached to the four aneroid manometer gauge and inflation bulbs, to both ankles and arms. They spent half-an-hour taking a reading from both right sides, then all variations possible of other options, they got the results and recorded them. Then, they took BP readings for each toe.

After a confab between themselves, they told me that the blood is still getting to the feet. It is possible that Axonotmesis is causing the problem if so, there is nothing that can be done about this. I looked this up in the following morning: Axonotmesis is more severe than neurapraxia, with complete internal disruption of axons, loss of axon continuity, and demyelination. However, the epineurium, perineurium, and endoneurium remain intact. Glad I did, Hehehe!

They asked about what Nurse Nichole had told me about help with the stockings. I said it was a ‘something’ glide, to help put on the stockings/socks easier. The lady kindly fetched one of these guides from another room and proceeded to show me how it worked. Adding that they were ordering two pairs of the elasticated legwear for me. They must be hand-washed daily, and never put in a dryer. I am concerned on how I am to get one pair dry in a day without heat, in time to use it to replace the other one I would be wearing in time? But I failed to mention this, my being whimp. Also, because she said I could search for these on the web and buy some. I can use this frame with loose-top socks as well, these are machine washable but expensive, I can try Amazon to buy some from. I’ll check these out in the morning!

4Thu27I have to collect the Sock-Donner from the chemist, along with the socks. This picture is the nearest I could find on the web, that was anything like the one they showed me how to use, which I will be getting. The layout workings are similar. The NHS one had thicker stronger square tubular tubing, is bright green and a lot stronger and durable looking to me. It has a snap-on grabber at the back, to trap the sock tops once you have inserted them in the grid. It is much larger too so there may be less bending down to use the NHS one? You can use it from seated. That’ll be bettererCould be fun lifting the leg up, but far less hassle than what I have now! Carrying it home from the chemists should be fun, especially on the buses.

I’m looking forward to getting and trying it.

I thanked the ladies and gave them a bag of nibbles, which I am pleased to say, tickled them pink.

WDP Said my farewells, and still got lost on the way out. But I found the stairs and used them, coming down in the different area to that I went up from. Haha! Klutz!

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I hobbled along Gregory Boulevard and turned right onto Radford Road and made my way to the Asda (Walmart) store. Where I came out with, a can of hot dogs, Polish sausages, custard pots, sliced brown baguettes and two fresh-cream horns (Naughty!)

4Thu17WDP Paid at the self-serve checkouts, needing assistance when I blocked the machine somehow.

Out and to the Tram Stop on Radford Road. When the transport arrived, I had to sit on a side-saddle seat again, and they are a lot smaller on these trams, you know. Not to mention much-harder on the haemorrhoids!

I arrived in town, with only fifteen minutes before the L9 was due. So I had a nip down Queen Street to get some pictures of the happy-go-lucky, gay, abandoned Nottinghamians in the slab-square area.

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The bus arrived, and I got on, the only passenger. This will not help the campaign to save the bus cuts, will it! No other residents got on the bus either en route. When I arrived home, a few folks were wanting to get on the bus. When I got back to the modernisation-mayhem of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, I took a few snaps of the entrance area.

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Off course, by then I was done-for, tired, weary and not up to doing anything. No health checks were done. I intend to do just one a day from now on. (On advice from Tim Price). 

4Thu24I did ring my neighbour’s door, to hand her the strawberries. I hope she likes them.

Got the chips in the oven cooking. Then I got the trousers then socks off. A bit painful removing the socks, though. But I felt a lot better after that.

I got the meal sorted out and served up. Brown baguette, buttered and sliced up some Sicilian 4Thu25tomatoes as filling. Chips and chicken mini-sausages. Initially, I put a pot of lemon mousse on the tray to have afterwards, but I remembered I had the fresh cream French horns, (Ahem!) to have.

WDP Which were horrible, and after two bites, the second nibble was to convince myself of how terrible the first one really did taste, I didn’t eat any more of them. Eurgh! Very disappointing!

4Thu23I thought I could hear the sounds of a police helicopter.

So I had a look outside but could see no signs of any emergency vehicles whatsoever.

Took the medications with a Furesomide tonight.

The legs felt a bit fuller than of late.

4Thu26Having taken the pills and medicines, I spotted a little white smoke on the distance. It seemed to be coming from near the Hadyn Road/Hucknall Road junction area.

I flaked out on the £300 second-hand rickety recliner within minutes of getting settled.

I slept right through for around six hours, waking in desperate need of a wee-wee!

Winwood Heights Pictorial Progress Report – October 12th 2018

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Frank, about to throw me out after letting me using his kitchen windows to take the photographs for this Pictorial Progress Report! Hehehe! – Joking.

Winwood Heights Pictorial Progress Report

The State of the Courts from out on Chestnut Walk today, when I nipped down and out into the wind.

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From Jenny & Franks bedroom overlooking Woodthorpe Park

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From Jenny’s Kitchen Window – Extra Care Unit

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Thanks to Jenny and Frank for permitting me to bother them and use their windows in pursuit of my photographicalisationing!