Daily Archives: November 5, 2017

The Great Unpeeling

Monday.

One of the nice nurses came and dressed the legs. She wasn’t able to answer a question and said she’d have a senior nurse attend Tuesday who can answer anything. I bet that’s not true really as she won’t know what day the Big Bang happened.

Tuesday.

Two senior nurses came, my feet are honoured. They were in agreement with me that gangrene hasn’t set in even though things look grim. I gave them permission to do a peel and they set too with gusto ( if you’re squeamish look away now) peeling back the layers of dead flesh and skin from the top of each foot and between the toes where they could.  They did well though the process was agony. Underneath the black and grey were beautiful pink areas. They said I won’t need daily dressings now so the next will be Thursday. It could still be a while however of having them.

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Wednesday.

I woke up on November 1st. Happy Anniversary Ju. It was 1.52 am and my feet were just as on fire as they had been when I went to bed and when I turned my light out at midnight. I won’t be doing the anniversary waltz today. I won’t be doing much of anything except maybe hoping to win at cards tonight after last week’s defeat. I dickered with the idea of getting something on my feet and going to the chippy at lunch time but there’s nothing I can get on presently with the bulk of all the bandages except one pair of knackered slipper that unfortunately cause my feet to start leaking serum heavily rather than dry out as they must. It was a huge struggle but I managed to win the yahtzee and the cribbage. Somehow even cheating couldn’t get me the triple crown with the nomination whist. It’s probably the agony of my feet that distracted me. I so wish I could have had my feet up. After Dil had gone and I came through to work I could only manage to get my feet up for a while before going to bed at almost 11.30 pm. I read till 12.15 am then squirmed until I was able to find a comfortable position.

Thursday.

Up at 2.12 am Putting my feet on the floor was agony but the choice was getting to the loo or suffering wet feet. I went on to the kitchen and got a cup of milk then started taking all the meds.. I didn’t move in case I sounded like castanets and had all the neighbours out thinking it was a Fiesta.( No Doris, I don’t mean the car made by Ford). Drugs done and breakfast eaten I went through to start work.At 4.30 am I \broke off to watch a programme I used to enjoy Hard Talk where a man called Stephen Sackur usually has a go at some politician, usually from abroad, about his record on promises made or something similar. He can be a little Jack Russel with his questioning. Once that was over I carried on working until about 6.00 am when I decided to lay down on the bed for a few minutes to get my legs up. Next thing I knew it was 9.00 am and the postman was ringing the front door bell. He couldn’t get a delivery though the letter box. There was also a begging letter from the Cat’s Protection League also saying I could win £25,000 in their raffle. I’m sure Oscar arranged for that.                                                                                           In the afternoon the nurse came to redress the legs and to do a little more stripping but not of the exciting kind. Ouch, ouch, ouch. Mike arrived about 4.45 pm and followed some of the Antiques Trip with me. At 9.00 am I came through and started catch up again. I was late finishing at 11.40 pm so read until 12.15 am.

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Friday.

Despite the 12.15 am lights out and the inevitable struggle to get comfy with my feet, it was still a 1.23 am start. I went straight to work. At 3.00 am I broke for breakfast but first had to set out my drugs for the next week. Very difficult to do that with my hands feeling like I’m wearing gloves, and each one with large cracks in the skin.                                       T 7.00 am I was up to date for a while and decided to lie on my bed. Lovely, I managed to fall asleep but at 8.00 am My phone went with a text and it was Yvonne to say she was on a bus. That meant I could expect her about 9..30 am. I got Mike up at 9.00 am and told him she was on her way so he’d put some clothes on. I made him a coffee.                           Yvonne arrived and not too long after that Mike left. It meant Yvonne could wrap his birthday prezzies for me.The argument of the day about having a doctor visit was over and I’d won so I expected penalties somewhere. But no, at lunchtime Yvonne still went to the chippy’s for me. Once I was safely eating she headed off as Amelie isn’t well and she was sure the nursery would want her taken home. They did, as they texted after.               Mike got back about 5,30 pm ish so we watched a quiz after which he washed my hair for me and I gave myself  sponge bath. I went through to work at 9.00 pm and found myself still working at 11.45 pm. I turned in and read until 12.15 am to relax.

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Saturday.

I was still awake at 1.40 am so took up the book again. My feet were driving me to distraction both very painful and one itching I wasn’t really taking in anything I read. It’s just as well really as it’s a very boring book. At 2.45 am I got up and headed for the kitchen. I took my meds, had some toast (boring) and then took a coffee through to start work. I was done by 4.50 am so got dressed ready to do the bins and the recycling. The big bin was quite full this week from all the dressing changes. Mike’s alarm went off at 6.00am and I told him his coffee was ready but I couldn’t open the milk to put any in. He got up virtually straight away.                                                                                                          We did all the usual shops while I was confined to the wheelchair…..no wheelchair, no outing was the rule. At home after lunch I tried to clear my mail before the nurses came. There was no new peel today as she could remove a chunk I’d dislodged trying to stop both pain and itching with my other heel. She was actually very gentle and dressed both legs nicely. I managed a little kip after they’d gone but woke up very confused about who was in the room with me. I was asking my mother if she needed my seat. Mike looked amused.

Sunday.

It may have been quite late before I got to sleep thanks to having to find a comfortable spot for the legs but I’m going to say it might have been 12.30 pm. I woke this morning at 4.22 am which was a bit of a shock but I enjoyed the lie in.  After tabs and breakfast I started work there was quite a backlog today. Mike somehow managed to get himself up for 9.00 am. We went out about 10.15 am on an elf related search for something Yvonne intends to do at Christmas.We were only partly successful. By 11.45 we had our usual table at the pub and could relax until food was served.                                                          After lunch I found a good supply of chocolates for the nurses so should be OK this week. Mike left for home about 3.30 pm I think he was looking forward to listening to his team play on the radio as he drives. I did a bit of catching up of my mail and then went to watch The Hunger Games on TV. The doorbell went and I found my cousin Deb and a friend. I was thrilled. They had been to Bangor University to visit Deb’s son Luke. They stayed about half an hour and headed home. Back to the film again,  It was supposed to end at 9.00 pm but finished 20 mins early so I lied to Joey and told him it was bedtime.

Have a nice new week everyone. Keep a good supply of smiles with you in case someone needs one and always be ready with a hug..

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