Post 512: What did go bump in the night?
The question was a good one and I was called in to get the answer, but that will have to wait.
I woke up to another ok day and a quiet cat. Perhaps he’s feeling the changes of the seasons and feels like he’s in need of all the energy he can muster.
But as this was a Friday the possibility that I would be shopping was looming large.
But there was nothing on the shared shopping list - so I couldn’t use that, well I couldn’t until my darling entered the car to sit and I had the engine started and when I had asked about the list she looked numb-plussed, oh why hasn’t yours updated bugger!
As she settled in the front seat I said can you take a snap of them and I’ll fix the list later when we were back.
I moved out from the drive and we were in town in minutes ready for another normal Friday. I let out my Darling in the busy town centre queuing near the church used as a base for slimming world and I carried into town to park up near the one shop I had my usual shopping to do at.
I didn’t need to worry too much about the shopping list as there was little on it but I did as I was told and got everything easily and quickly but the only concern was my back. I had knocked into the bedroom cupboard earlier and since then the pains I had were now an 8/10 painfulness, but little could I do to ease the pain in town, that would need to wait till later.
When I got home the Oramorph came in handy as a pick me up pain relief and because I had not used it all week, hence the facts that I could clearly feel the pain when I got in and out the car. That’s when the pain was at its worst and in a few hours I’d be going alone to the far local hospital which is where I’d be getting my acid infusion.
The washing machine was calling out for me to reload the washed clothes and towels into the drier.
I first, and always, pulled the lint filter out and cleaned it out a bit. This done I was quickly in loads of pain again as I tried to bend and grab out all the washing wishing I was more flexible.
In the end I found the extension grabber very useful the get the stuff in and out the machines; there’s more than one way to skin a cat (or so they say) and I was now ready for a luxurious lunch of tiger bread rolls and special lemon marmalade with a dash of benecol marg for a replacement buttery spread, it was fabulous.
I was content with the one roll but my eyes being bigger than my belly seemed more disappointed and that thing was the thing that mattered the most. However I looked at the time and thought I’d better not delay too long before I needed to be at the hospital ward for that infusion.
3pm at the clinical ward for the acid ticked over as I arrived. There was four of us, all strangers, all in need of something.
I was sat down waiting while the other two ladies were being attended too and the kindle book I was reading had a good airing today. It was nearer four before I was getting my 15 minute bag of acid infused into my right arm.
There was no dramatic anything here on this ward, until that was, they took my stats.
Bp was 95/51
Heart rate 49 bpm
When the nurse saw this result I rang alarm bells to her and she immediately asked me if this was normal and what can be done to raise the stats.
I said that I’ve got to stop taking Digoxin if my Heart rate falls below 60 and as it was under 50 I really needed to stop the digoxin a few days ago.
I said to the nurse at least I haven’t got white coat syndrome, ha ha. But she didn’t laugh.
I promised to get my GP onto a medicine check when I got home so that my meds can be checked and sorted out for my best life - which I did sort out an application to have professional medical checks to make improvements to my drug list.
At least my oxygen was 99.1 which is fantastic.
The infusion took very little time at all and I was free to go home. There was a chat about the frequency for this acid infusion but my regularity will be half yearly not monthly like others have. I wonder why mines only tw b ice a nyear?
But beggars can’t be choosers.b
Thanks to everyone for their help and advice. Lately only the team can see me through - alone I’m useless.
But before we went to bed I did arrange a dinner outing to a local pub by a restaurant for a pals birthday.
He’s 75 years old next week and a true friend (to the end).
That’ll be nice, I’m looking for ward to it already.
The as I was getting settled in bed I heard a shriek “there’s something in my bed, something moved and it’s under the pillows, please get it out, please, please, please!” my darling asked me. in increasingly worried tones of freight.
Now I had the job of finding a spider or a mouse or a shadow of either one.
I had a look at the bed carefully taking off everything until there was no covers left.
She could have sworn there was a beast of the bedroom but I saw nothing.
My poor Darling took a cover and headed off downstairs to sleep on the couch away from prying eyes and furry flanks.
I fell back to sleep but at 4am this morning when my Darling was getting ready for work she chatted with me and my one task today was to find that horror and fix it so it can’t come back.
Some slim chance of that, considering either option of spider or rodent. In fact I really don’t care but after seeing my poor Darlings scared little face I will have to give the room a once-over.
So the beast lives on and I have a day to find it
I could get in experts and then we could all get some rest; so…
Who do you call?
Ghost busters!
PS
I was a cheeky monkey and asked the clinic nurse that was infusing me what my PSA was this week. She didn’t really like the answer but I did. It was a movement up by nearly 100 and now sits at 1361 (so what is the answer to that, it’s not being checked and worried about, It’s just a number. So good night and take care.
