Saturday 10th July 2021: Photographicalisations, Diary, Graphics, and a recycled toilet paper Ode!

Saturday 10th July 2021

I Returned to A Semi-Alive Mode

05:00hrs: The eyes flickered, the right leg did a mini-Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, with a few moments of brutal flailing, and I involuntarily dropped an equally fierce, but involuntary, rear-end-wind escapage at the same time... then Shuddering Shoulder Shirley kicked-off. For a couple of minutes, it had me all over the place and in danger of falling out of the chair! She seemed intent on dislodging the Humeral Head Bone from its joint socket, as painfully as she could manage, too!

The moment that Shirley's Shaking stopped, the Thought Storms began. (I didn't need my EQ to tell me that things would not go well today!) 

I took a Codeine 60g painkiller earlier than usual, an hour or two before the carer arrives. And surprisingly, remembered to leave a note for the carer, so they would not give me another one and OD me. Hehe!

The Brain Activated at Up To 60% Capacity

I decided to get the Health Checks done first. But needed the wee-wee bucket first. And what a leak and a half it was! The stream of the FPB (Forceful-Painful-Blasting) marathon of a wee-wee flowed out as if from a hose-pipe! Nearly made me lose my grip on the bucket! Not surprising, though; the amazing thing was I could remember what happened. With me going out shopping, then the next day to the disastrous Sever Frailty session, meant I'd taken the Furesomides later in the day. This must have had some effect on the reduced sized bladders functioning? Smug-Mode-Adopted, for my realising this! There was no PM (Pre-Micturitional) or CM (Cessational Micturitional) dribbling. Which was nice!

Started The Health Checks

I cleaned and sanitised the  NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). Had a wash and started with the Boot's Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. Here are the results graphicalised on CorelDraw. Rather pleased with this one.

The Blood Pressure was down to the Hypertension Stage One bracket.

Swank of the head, here! 

Found Last Night Meal Picture

It looked that good; I thought I'd show it off. Hehehe! I ate the smoked turkey in between some lightly (honestly!) buttered Milk Roll bread, and the whole plateful was tasty! The Lidl mandarin & lime yoghourt was too sweet by a long way, but everything else was fine, well, better that, it was good! Flavour: 8.4/10.

I got the Computer on...

Grobbleknackbonks!

But, of course, I wish him no harm. Who can blame a multi-billionaire for being only interested in misleading con-em-all figures on paper profit? He's bound by his very nature as an avaricious, profit-grasping, acquisitive, covetous, greedy, rapacious, mercenary, materialistic, mean, miserly, money-grubbing, money-grabbing,  Mammonistic, quomodocunquizing person like he is? It's just his way. Openness, and honesty, can lead to revelations and realisations of how he only concentrates on assumed profits. And is still incapable of getting his crap Virgin Media Internet to serve Sherwood in Nottingham. Also, his hatred of his customers makes it virtually impossible to leave Liberty-Global Virgin by bafflingly demanding a lot of dosh? And making one wait for months to be free the vermin, and then only if you can afford to pay the fortune demanded if you do manage to escape? Luckily, it doesn't bother me at all, though!

Carer Arrived

08:10hrs: Young, well-travelled Arron came to sort the medications for me today. Got it done. I thanked him, and off he sped. I believe he was behind on his calls.

Belated Summoning To the Porcelain Throne

Well, it went well, but clearing up afterwards proved difficult, I fear. The evacuated product was the most enormous dollop I've ever passed! A bit of bleeding and slime with it, not surprising really with the size of it. I cleaned up and medicated first and then tackled the job of clearing away the product down the hole. Amazingly, the evacuated torpedo disappeared first flush of the WC. But not the toilet paper, oh, no! That just did not want to know about going down to the sewer... the mind considered this and decided:

Perhaps with it being recycled, it had been down there before. And was not happy at the thought of going there again?

I'd used the J Sainsbury's recycled TP (Toilet Paper) for the first time...

Ode from the Recycled Toilet Paper

Huh, down the sewer a second time? No decorum,

The first time was a shock and gruesome!

Down there, you can't smell any blossom,

I travelled through the pipe and reticulum,

The stinking crap in the urinarium!

Amongst turds, used towels, we had swum,

It was a foetid trip, with things from the scrotum!

It blocked my eyes and jugulum,

This time we'll not join them,

We'll stay floating in Inchies bowl and claim asylum!

Well, I thought it was funny? Hahaha!

Then, The Medicating Had To Be Done

The top of the legs looked calmer. However, the bottom and feet on the left leg this time had new growths and bulging veins I'd not seen before.

The new vein bulge, a varicose one, I'm sure, had changed its colour a few times already. It varied from a deep blue to brown, reddish, back to blue, and is now showing up as browny-blue? Auto Art Work on the legs? Haha!

I bet some folks are jealous. Hahaha!

Went on CorelDraw

I'm all out of graphics top use now, so I must get a few done, or my production of the World Famous Inchie Today Blogger blog may come to a grinding halt. This will make my multitude of readers unhappy, and I can't have that. So, neither of them need to worry about that score, Tim or Bill. 

Blimey, it's nearly three o'clock already! I hope to be back soon; I'll do my bestest.

The Intercom Rang - A Rarity That!

It was the Amazon man with the Liquid Smoke. He shouted so loud, I could not make out what he was saying. I repeatedly asked him to press four-noughts on the panel, by he was overtalking and so loud. In the end, I told him I would get dressed the stick and come down to the foyer.

Which I did. It took me a few minutes to get out and down in the lift. Where I found good old Roy sat, probably there to pick any pockets he could. Hehehe! He told me the man dropped the box on the table and skedaddled. We had a little chinwag. I kept my hand with the watch on it in my pocket where the money was. Haha! 

Back up to the lift, and noticed a letter had been delivered, official-looking it was.

From the bank (Shudder!) Dang dang, dang, dang! Into the flat and cried a while when I realised how much I'd paid for four miniature 148ml bottles of Stubbs Liquid Smoke... but it is so very tasty!

I riskily put the bank's letter in a drawer.

The Plates of Feet Were Stinging?

All I'd done was nip down in the lift and back up again with the Liquid Smoke. And the feet were giving me a right painful time?

I just stopped myself in time from rubbing in some Phorpain Gel and spotted some cracks in the skin, so I used Germolene instead.

That was better. But with having to reach down to apply the relief, I irked Back-Pain-Brenda into action... I can't flippin' win!

I may cry at any moment! Hehehe!

I got the Nosh Prepped & Served.

I cut down on the quantity on the plate this time. Cunningly trying to fool the stomach by spreading it about to make it look like there was more than there actually was on it!

I was eating, on purpose, slowly, and masticating each mouthful well, the door chimes rang out, with Dusty Springfields hit song tune. One of my favourites. Do you remember it?

Evening Carer Arrived

Pamela came in (I think that was her name), and she set to sorting out the medications for me. I sensed a slight tightness in her tonight. The gal was early for her and must have either extra work on or something. She still managed a few words with me after she's sorted the medications. I thanked her. Insisting on her having a treat in thanks. Off she went scurrying on her way to the next job, bidding me a farewell! ♥

Updated and posted this blog

After finishing it, of course. Oh, I am good!

Metal Micky Absconded! Hehe!

I went to wah the pots, returned to the computer, and when I needed yet another wee-wee, could I find Metal Mickey? No! This was not crucial because I have Hallway Harry, the long wooden stick, and Kitchen Clive, the short wooden sticks available. But I like to try and keep one in each room, you know; I have been known to get overconfident and caught out with a wanton involuntary right leg Neuropathy Pete Schuhplattler dance suddenly erupting, and ending up on the deck. So I had a look around the three rooms of this grandiose apartment in which I pretend to live.

I reckon I checked the kitchenette four times, the front room the same, and the wet room five times, without any luck. I was baffled!  I went into the kitchen to move Kitchen Clive to the front room... there in the kitchen stood Metal Mickey!?!?

How I didn't walk into it while looking so often for it is nothing short of a miracle! I questioned whether what had happened had actually taken place?

Proof that VD (Vascular Dementia) is winning the battle for control of my brain!

Got Down In Search Of SWeet Morpheus

The git wasn't interested.

But the Thought Storms were.

Not one of my better days!

Friday 9th July 2021: Diary, graphics, photographicalisations, and maybe the odd ode, to be told?

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♥ TFZeress and TFZer Nibbling together? Hehe! ♥

Friday 9th July 2021

04:00hrs: I stirred back to partial life, with the Thought Storms ratling away in my imitation brain. The Sever Frailty Test today...what needs sorting? Didn't you make a list somewhere? What time is it? Ah, I need a wee-wee? The last question being a sort of rhetorical one. I scrambled my way out of the £300 second-hand recliner, caught my balance, and meandered the three paces to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket).

And what wee-wee I had! It's been a few months, I think, since I've had a WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling)  style leak like this one was. But more surprising was the length of the CMD, that is, the  (Cessational Micturitional Dribbling). It lasted far longer than the lengthy trickling release in the first place. I reckon the urine infection is back. Which reminds me, I must get an order done for some more PP's (Protection Pants).

I got the kettle on and had to have another wee-wee, which was a struggle to encourage it to start, and again the CMD was a long job, although shorter than the first one. 

Again something came into my head. (It can happen occasionally) prompted by the events - I must not let the carer give me a Furesomide tablet this morning. Because going to the Doctors will take me an hour to walk there, and the WC is not available at the surgery, they told me in the appointment letter.

Odd, how at times these can sometimes be remembered?

I took this photograph, with the blue-hue, from the thick-framed, impossible to get at for cleaning kitchen window. Not bad, for the Canon.

Another Wee-Wee - Made the Tea!

At least this third one of the day was a little easier to push out and less CMD, far less!

Handwashing Done

All I laundered was the made in Afghanistani made, grey long-sleeved t-shirt. I considered, in fact, almost did, wash the bath towel until I re-remembered that I was going out to the Sherringham Park Medical practice to see the nurses, whichever were on duty today.

I got the new potatoes in the slow cooker but did not turn them on yet. I'll do that later when I leave the flat. Remember? Of course, I will! 

I had a moment of indecision, irresoluteness, call it what you will. Could I make my mind up of which teabag to use? Well, not for a while, anyway. The choice was too good, I think - 99 tea, or Glengettie, perhaps Thompsons Punjana... or, I had a few Glengettie Gold left? I opted for 99. 

A grand brew, but then again, they all are.

Paperwork for the day, sorted!

I did my best to sort out what was needed for the day ahead. Then another wee-wee, when I made the required sample, filled the sterile sample pot, fastened in safely, and put it in the blue bag. While I thought of it, I put the mobile phone and Health Check details in as well. Had I missed something off or out? No idea! Fingers crossed.

Health Checks Carried out

I used a different BP assessment site (Blood-Pressure-OK) this morning instead of the NHS one. But the BP had shot up, all the same. Tsk! It's prettier if nowt else. 

And the Cardiac Wee-Assessment tool.

Updated the Thursday Blog

Got it finished, but not sent off, as the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, in an urgent manner, that demanded instant action!

Well, that was astounding! I got seated sharpishly, and the flow began. Massive again, but this time in one torpedo-shaped and size. But no signs of any bleeding, no pain, not even an inkling of discomfort!

Posted the Blog to Blogger

Thursday diary sent off. An Email link sent out. Then onto Facebooking catch-up.

Ablutionalisationing Done

The session was a long one, but only due to the number of dropsies committed. Nowt serious, all went well, smoothishly!

The tops of the legs looked a little ragged again, with some new growths coming up.

Waste Bags to Chute...

And glass to the recycling bin on the way out.

The sewer and pipe-clearers were hard at it as I got myself out and onto Chestnut Walk.

Started Down Winchester Street

On my hobble down to Mansfield Road.

The new flats being built seem to have taken no time at all? On Mansfield Road, the dreaded EScooter were in plentiful supply.

Into Carrington, and down to the surgery. Where I waited in the lobby until it was time for my appointment and then entered the waiting room. 

The Appointment

I went into one of the nurse's rooms. The questioned flowed at a reasonable rate, and my confusion raised a bit as well.

If I recall correctly: The questions continued as they took my BP, blood for tests, weighed me. That was a hell of a shock, I can tell yers!

Senior nurse Caroline came in and questioned me on my last fall, wanting all the details. With two nurses asking questions, I lost it a bit. I thought that a Severe Frailty Test would include a memory test... but no. That would need another appointment making. I begged her to make notes for me, please. 

So that I didn't forget anything important. Nurse Caroline returned to say she'd booked me in with the falls team, and they will contact me to sort a date for a meeting.

Har-har! I was struggling to keep up now. I thanked the nurse and departed a confused character - well, to be fair, I was when I went in.

Hobbled along to the Lidl Store

A mistake, I think!

I spent a fortune! Then caught a bus to Sherwood. Dropped off and went over the road to the bus stop. But it was a twenty-minute wait, so I took some pictures of Mansfield Road.

Caught the bus up the hill and walked through the link passages to Woodthorpe Court.

Up in the elevator, and home at last! A letter had been hand-delivered. But, first things first!

Tried to Sort Dates given to me by the nurse and Appointments

I put the only confirmed date for the Memory Test for 11:30hrs on Thursday 5th August, on the Google Calendar. I've had one of these before, I think after I came out after the stroke? I passed easily enough; I'm not confident that this test really gets to the problem, or rather solving the problem - what am I saying? There is no solution, but it would be nice for someone to try too.

I remembered to take the Furesomide!

That was encouraging!

Perused the letter

I'm more confused than ever now!

Put the food bought away.

Every item a luxury I could have done without! Still, that's me all over - Comfort Food!

Computer on, order to Amazon?

Why? As if I needed more liquid smoke, I've two part-used bottles in the cupboard already? This is the sort of thing that can happen when I get myself in a muddled mental state. I tried to tell the nurse about this, but the subject was changed, and naturally, I forgot to try again. Humph!

Started to update this Blog

It was hard work, with my being in the state I was, and five hours later, I was still miles from getting the job done, and... yet another wee-wee was needed! Since I've been back at the flat and took the Furesomide tablet, this is about the ninth wee-wee I had had! So the pill works. Hehe!

The Evening Carer Arrived

The same gal as this morning came. I could sense that she was in a rush. But was kind enough to ask how the test went at the Doctor's. Lovely that she remembered, bless her. ♥ Ilia got me sorted and had to rush off to her next client. I thanked her profusely. I do that, you know? Haha!

Made a Brew of Thompsons Punjana

Boy, was it raining out there! I took some photographs through the balcony windows and on from the open kitchen window.

Got the Nosh Sorted

Fresh garden peas, new potatoes, out-of sell-by date tomatoes, and its last sell-by date smokey chicken pieces. Some Milk Roll slightly buttered sarnies. Wrapped them up in foil and got on with making a template for tomorrow.

I'm Blurry Eyed Now

Got the template nearly finished and then went on the YourArea Emagazine to see if owt worth mentioning was on it, starting with a look at the current Covid situation; I only got as far as Covid, nearly collapsed and fell asleep in the computer chair. Too tired after two hectic, stressful days.

I'll tidy this up, post the blog and try to get my head down, methinks.

TTFNski!

Thursday 8th July 2021: Diary, graphics, photographicalisations, and maybe the odd ode, to be told?

 

♥ TFZer Gal and Lad - What's Going On? ♥

Thursday 8th July 2021

At the time of writing this, it was already gone 14:30hrs. So, this will be a shortened version, I'm afraid. Because I have to get ready for the carer, and sort out all the stuff for the severe frailty test tomorrow, sorry about this.

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Up at 04:00hrs, wee-wees rampant. Asked the carer later not to give me Furesomide, as I am going out to Bulwell on the bus to get some shopping in. I'll take it when I get back, which I did remember to do Amazing innit?

Ablutions done

Washed shirt

Got waste bags into the box.

Health checks were done.

Cleaning and replacing Ottoman tray.

Dropped it and made a right mess! Tsk!

Tea, updated blog

Porcelain Throne

Photo

Pots in Slow Cooker - Bags to Chute

Carer Nichole arrived, got me sorted

Got ready to go out.

Visited the Wardens En Route

Hehe! Hope no one takes this the wrong way, purely a bit of fun! Much later, I doctored these photos I took in search of giving them a laugh.

Out to Bus Stop.

Met Welsh William as he arrived

Looking rather dapper in his face mask! Natty, in a Mafioso style!

I had a natter with Welsh William, Chrissie, Lisa and Bert. I've probably got the names wrong, Tsk!

I took a snap of Winchester, Winwood, Woodthorpe courts

Caught the bus to Bulwell

An hours trip, and this affected Back-Pain Brenda and Haemorrhoid Harold pain-wise! Not many left on the bus. They all got off in Mapperley! Hehehe!

Morrisons Bulwell

I got in the shop feeling all achy from the trip. And started shopping, with a few minutes, Dizzy Dennis and Unfocussed Frank joined me. This took away any pleasure I was having.

A man and woman helped me get stuff from the bottom shelf and asked if I was alright. I guess I must have looked ashen again?

I threw a proper funny at the checkout!

A memory Blank. The card would not accept a swipe, and I had to use the pin number, which I could not remember as I recall it!  The man who helped me earlier was behind in the queue, and he came to assist me yet again.

I lost a few minutes altogether. Minutes later, I'm assuming I remembered or found the number. The chap was packing my carriers and bags for me? I then was on my way out and stopped outside to collect my thoughts.

The bus arrived earlier than I expected, got on, then realised this was the bus on its way to Bulwell, not going back to the flats - The driveress let me stay on and swipe my bus pass again when we got to Bulwell, for the trip back to Sherwood. I was battling to up with what was happening.

A few more folks on the bus on the way back. The trip was its usual pain-giving, jerky, over the speed-bumps at full pelt, enjoyability. They had all got off well before Sherwood.

An interesting photo above (well, maybe not). I'd found some podded peas in the trolley bag? I thought I'll snap these. It's not very often anyone finds peas in their pocket - Hahaha! I lose them at home plodding the peas and can't find many of them. Then find some in the bag, on the bus... and lose them all over again. Hehehe! I had to smile! As I took the picture, the bus bounced over some speed bumps, and I lost all three of them. 

I was the only person to get off. There were no others left on. I did a walk of the now open again, link passages...

Into Winchester Court, and through the link to the Windwood Meeting Room. Over Winwood Court to the Woodthorpe link-passage there.

Into the elevator cage in Woodthorpe Court.

I was so glad to get home. I gave you the thumbs-up sign and took a photograph of my reflection.

I did look a bit pale, didn't I?

You can see how full the trolley was as I got into the lift lobby at last.

The basket in front was full, two carrier bags filled to the brim, and the pouch was chocker block!

To be fair, there was not a lot of weight, though.

One carrier was overloaded with comfort food... Not for me, of course... Well, yes, it was! Walker's potato Quavers, salt & vinegar flavour (4 six-packs) and four (Six-packs) of Seabrook  Crisps, Worcester Sauce flavour.

Feeling guilty? Me? Hah! Well, yes, I was! 

Some cupboard purchasers, Chilli Beef Soups, well, I like them! And a can of peas.

Total cost; £29.71, not too bad?

Fresh food and cleaners: Citrus hard-surface disinfectant Spray (£1 off!) Some rather gorgeous looking fresh pod peas! Small new potatoes. Seafood Sticks (Two for £1.50!)  Wholemeal Pitta bread, a pack of Cooked thick-sliced, Genuine  Cumberland sausage meat. 

Of interest is the bottle of Hendersons Estd 1885, Strong & Northern Relish. Contents: Water, Caramel, colour, syrup, tamarinds, salt, cayenne peppers, cloves, garlic oil. 

Started to update this blog

Got the nosh eaten.

Flavour Rating: 8.5/10.

Carer Arrived

Ilea, I think. But the memory now I get around to updating this the following morning is vague, patchy.

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ODE TO THE DAY

This day was hard work, yet pleasurable,

Some moments, despicable, terrible!

Even had one spell when things were laughable!

Confusion reigned, times were confoundable,

My spirits, with guilt, were so downable,

A few incidents were unrecordable,

The Thought-Storms were untranslatable,

Late on, fatigue and feeling fatigable... 

But the evening meal was most quaffable!

In fact, it was extremely tasteable!

Evening All!