A little far away from Nottingham, but a names-sake? Just look at the crimes on the first day. “One reveller said: It is uplifting and warming!” What is either uplifting or warming about 209 arrests, 96 assaults, 36 possessions of drugs, 63 possessions of offensive weapons, 27 public order crimes, 12 sexual assaults and a murder? Not to mention Gawd knows how many pick-pockets were at it… Still, some of the gals beat them by wearing very little clothing… Hahaha!
Nottingham August Naughtiest – well, some of them…
Infinite Hospitalisation? What? Does that mean if he gets cataracts, he’ll get them done? I’ve waited two years already for mine to be done… I’m waiting on diabetes treatment, dentists, the audio clinic, and help with vascular dementia. As for Peripheral Neuropathy and my neurotransmitters dying, the only advice or help I was given was at the Mary Potter Health Clinic: “We can’t do anything about this it’s impossible to mend dying nerve ends”
And this scumbag, I bet if he gets any of my ailments, he’ll not have to wait three weeks for a Doctors appointment. Not that it pisses me off or bothers me when murderers, perverts and the like get looked after.
, Covid Confusion? ,
I got a Green Symbol! ,
They should not be using the money paid by victims’ families of members killed by the Parole Board freed convicted killers to Murder again! To pay for crap denials like the one above!
And sentences being given out to murderers, farcical! Then, Parollers free them early – contemptible! My views, of course, are seemingly empirical, And to many, will appear to be esoterical, But not to family members, who will be inconsolable… When a freed-early killer, Parollers guilt, is undeniable! Murders again, Patroller prosecutions are possible, Parollers are utterly disregardful… Each freed killer’s victim they’ve killed themselves! But get no blame attached; they make me so rageful! Unfair, overpaid, you’d think they were sadists or Royal,
They certainly are killing people…
With no remorse, care, nor feeling fearful…
I’d love to give them more than an earful!
Thinking of these murderers, I think excremental!
When the August revelations are made available, I’ll reveal those murdered and accosted, however eristical, Crime nowadays seems to be acceptable… Personally, I find violence detestable…
So, this will be a condensed version instead of my usual waffling on. However, you can rest assured there will be the normal errors, grammatical, factual & miss-seen or typed selection of Whoopsiedangleplopping and assorted other cock-ups committed. Likely more of them than average. Thank you.
04:00hrs: I woke, legs looking so foreign to me. what happened? It might have been the fact that I got a decent sleep-in for once, so had the legs up longer? Got the BP and Blood Pressure taken. Had to take two wee-wees while doing this task? No sooner finished, and it was back to the WC again; the bucket was so full! Cleaned it and put the figures on the NHS site. Ah, look at that, down in the amber again! Then back to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence is still in charge. Phoo! I’m having trouble here reading my own notes, so a guesstimate might have to do. It’s 25 hours after this event that I finally got down to doing this blog. As I said, it’s been a messy day. Not much went right. Made an order for Iceland for tomorrow, with J Sainsbury having so many items unavailable… or was it Morrisons? A full paragraph is unreadable here, but something happened; I can tell by my harried handwriting. Ah, well! Next readable bit: Arrived, Gawd, was he yawning or what? He was doing it while he was talking, and by the time he’d had a few great long ones, I forgot what it was he had started saying to me. Hehehe! He was not in a talkative mood, really, compared to usual. He’d got another extra call to make. Took his bag of treats and the waste to the chute on the way out. Hope he’s in a better state tomorrow. Oh, he did say he’d made a report of the health conditions he’s encountered to the office. Other stuff as well, but I forget now, notes of no use. My fear is being moved into a care home – like the one they sent me to for a month after the stroke. It was hell!
I tried ringing Deana to tell her of the strawberries and plonk having arrived and the new changes to the Diabetes course days. No reply.
The Morrison order arrived.
There was a farce again in the man getting in through the door, he phoned me on the mobile, I don’t think we could hear each other… too long a story for now. It’s getting so late as I write this… I’m tired out and confused again. Nothing new. I think I made a mistake in ordering from Iceland. Yes? Put the goods away. Five minutes into this task, and it was back to the toilet for a wee-wee yet again! Trotsky firmly ruled. Messy! Plenty of fodder today. They had substituted a veg pie for a beef one; I can give that out later.
The bananas were well over-ripe. And were put in the bottom of a bag to get squashed further. Inside, the fridge was looking well full. Good job I’ve not ordered much to go in it from Iceland – more luck than judgement. I took the waste made to the waste chute room. Aware of yesterday’s near suicidal use of the chute, I took my time and received no injuries whatsoever.
I got on the computer and must have spent four hours doing up the old word list for the odes and making more labels to use in this colour. I just couldn’t stop myself! I knew it would mean another late night and loss of sleep, but just carried on! The Amazon, belated by several days, dried mushrooms arrived. Another cock-up getting the deliveryman into the flats. Too long-winded, I’m trying to save time here and get some sleep. I opened the large bag of mushrooms and was going to put them in storage containers… I tried one when opening them – they were disgusting! Semi-hard on the outside and wood grain dry on the inside. They really did taste like newspapers! I let Amazon know and did a review to let other customers know just what they were like. No bad language, just plain facts. Humph!
I went back to CorelDrawing and was forcing myself to stop the label making – and get some photos on… Huh! The jerking hands came on as I was moving a photo on the screen, a bigger jerk and the screen froze, just the same as yesterday. But this time, after waiting and hoping for far too long that things might right themselves, nothing happened. I could not close anything down other than the internet, which I did. Then had to turn off the computer with the message “CorelDraw is stopping us from closing this computer”
There was an option that said ‘Close Anyway’, which I chose. I’ve idea if would help, but I closed it down and gave it a rest, and I went to make a brew of Glengettie. I took this photo. The sky looked as depressing as I felt! My mind was confused, and I felt harassed. I forgot about making a brew and returned to the computer, almost scared to try it, for fear of CorelDraw of the computer being damaged when I hit whatever I did earlier. I did a little hoovering, checked the letterbox, anything other than start the computer. The dark clouds had seemingly cleared (but not for long), and I took this snap of the front car parking. A little sparse today?
I tried ringing Deana to tell her of the strawberries and plonk having arrived and the new changes to the Diabetes course days. No reply. Is she busy, ill, or on holiday? Hope she’s alright.
Carer Sam arrived. I was much more responsive tonight. We had a chinwag, and she chose a Gin & Hit for her treat. Taking the bag of waste to the chute for me on her way out. The night was falling. I did manage to make a brew this time. Haha! This photo looks like there is a tear in the fabric of the sky.
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Well, it’s so late; better get some food cooking. I lost the photo of the meal and a few more today. Into the ether. This happens a lot with the Lumix… Why?
Yet the next photo, of the ice cream for afters, was on the card?
Dropped of to sleep and got four hours in the land of nod!
0450hrs: Up for a wee-wee, and dare not get back to sleep, as the food delivery is due twixt 06:00>10:00hrs. If it does come early, I need to hear the intercom to let them in. So, I stayed up. Made a start by doing the . How , the flipping Blood Pressure has shot up again. SYS 160, DIA 75, and the Pulse, I think, can’t see it very well, at 74. The body temperature at 3.32°f is not far off at all.
It’s such a shame cause my BP has been returning fair figures for the last few days. Back up somewhat today, though. Ah, maybe a birthday pressie? Hahaha! As I recall, the last three birthdays both proved to be injury prone. I had a fall with the three-wheeler after getting out from the stroke. Hospital overnight. Then a series of little accidents and
Sister Jane @ 76!
Whoopsiedangleplops day. Last year I got three cards, a record there! sister Jane of course, always remembers; bless her. I anticipate a phone call later on from the gal.
And today, just the one card this year from ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Obergruppenfürheress and Lap-Top Dancer, Warden Deana. A frequent Saviour of mine, sorting out travel arrangements and appointments for me. A treasure!
Made a start on this bog’s template, and went for a wee-wee, wash and brush up, and needed the . Trotsky Terence was back in charge again. Phooey, watery and messy! Still, no bleeding or pain at all.
I put the computer in sleep mode, and I got down on the recliner… and fell asleep. Woken an hour later; Carolyn stood over me; I was confused for a while, still half-asleep. She got the medications sorted, and we had a little natter, which is always welcome. Carolyn took the waste bag to the chute for me on her way out. A cold Mojito from the fridge as a thank you.
Again! Woke in need of a wee-wee, and as I rose up on my wobbly feet, the landline burst forth. It was Sainsbury’s delivery driver, saying he was outside. I started to tell him how to use the call system, and he said he was outside the flat door! I hadn’t heard the door chime. I pressed it to try it out and could not hear it, but the chap could. Ah… I’d not put the olive oil in the tab-holes this morning! Twit! The man was patient with me, and he loaded the boxes with care. I thanked him, and off he went, me forgetting to offer him a tipple or nibble. I felt so bad about that. I got the cartons and bag with the two frozen items into the kitchenette and began unloading and photographing the contents as I took them out. Giving myself a on-the-unit corner as I did so. This might be one of those not-good days!
I started by getting the frozen food into the refrigerator. A large bag of chips (fries) and a small bag of some thin fries. But first, I had to do some jiggling with the foods already in there, as there was not enough room. So some had to go in the bin! More fresh chips, potatoes, sliced seasoned potatoes and roasting potatoes. Veggie shepherd’s pie, fries, and some mega-expensive shelled garden peas. I can’t see if they are from Nicaragua or Kenya, which are usually the sweeter between the two. They had sent some fresh Broccoli, which I would never have ordered because I’m not permitted to eat any Brassica vegetable cause of the Warfarin. After I’d got everything put away and stored, I checked the various
So, where did the fresh bag of broccoli come from? I thought I’d ordered some bananas, too… did I (or Doreen Dementia and Cataract Cathy) get it wrong again? I imagine it might have been my bad. So, banana-less, bread-less, and Bleach-less, I’ll have to do a Morrison order for later in the week. Not that I have any more faith in them, the rob-dogs.
I took the waste bag I’d made up doing the food put away. A simple enough job, you would have thought… so did I – but I should have known better: Oh, dear, the first cock-up of the job. I dropped the stick as I opened the cast-iron chute lid, and I bent down to retrieve it. I got down alright… Hehehe! getting back up was a struggle. During which I lost a bit of balance, swayed and hit my head on the chute cover! But I was undaunted; I carried on getting the bag into the chute… I trapped a finger in the metal lid! Being the brave hero that I am, I just wrapped a tissue around it and carried on… No moaning, flinching, swearing, feeling sorry for myself. No cursing or grinding of teeth or complaining whatsoever!
There followed a toe-stubbing, a walk into a doorframe going into, and then out of the wet room, and I dropped the mil bottle… twice! Once with the cap on, then, after I’d retrieved it, with the cap off!
I went back to the flat and made a belated start on finishing the Saturday tale of woe. Then, to the accompaniment of and his concert music of clattering and tap-tapping, made a start on this blog. It didn’t last long. though.
Inchies Good At Waffling!
ALL DAY LONG!
I was getting the nosh prepped and just putting the fries and beefburgers in the oven, and the landline rang. It was Sister Jane ringing to wish me a Happy Birthday. Having just burnt my finger on the oven tray when the phone rang and stubbed my toe en route to the phone, I thought I did really well in trying to sound chirpy. Hahaha!But the ears were not having it! I realised that I’d not put the olive oil in for the midday slot as usual! Then found I could not hear or understand most of what Jane was saying to me. I felt most guilty about this; usually, I never forget the three times a say olive-oiling of the earholes. The conversation was, I think, a little annoying to Sister Jane, but it was to me! I kept apologising because the hearing was nowhere near 100% as usual; that is not good anyway. I was concerned throughout the so-called conversation that I may have let something in the kitchen still cooking or left a tap on, most uncomfortable and guilty installing. Here’s Sister Jane just wanted to wish me a good day, and I could not react correctly as I was never sure what she was saying. I hope she will forgive me. But I ignorantly cut her short to go and check on the kitchen situation. She was okay with that… I hope. Sorry, Jane. ♥ Any good if I blame Dementia Doreen?
I got back to the cooking and found that I had left the hot water tap running. the oven door open, and had knocked the tray on the way out to the phone, ad lost many of the precious raw garden peas onto the top and floor! Turned the now cold tap off. Cleaned up, ointmentated the burnt finger, and got on with making the meal… feeling a heel!
Nosh prepped and served up on the tray. Looking pretty good to me, but this happened yesterday, and it was a disaster taste-wise. Into the front room, into the recline feet up, and had a taste of each item on the plate. Here’s my report: The first item tasted was ① Thin fries, okay, ② Raw garden peas, great! ③ Caramelised red onion, spot-on! ④ Sliced pickled gherkins, good! ⑤ yellow and red tomatoes, very passable! ⑥ Veggie burger, Grrreat! ⑦ Orange jell sestet, fair! Overall a worthy Taste-Rating of 8.2/10, The first nosh I’ve enjoyed for a few days now. Got the olive oil belatedly in the earhole.
My ultra-modern Nokia 9 Pureview Mobile, with its Android (Pie) updateability, Corning Gorilla Glass 5, Octa-Core Gold CPU, 4K@30fps, 1080p@30fps, HDR video, USB Type-C 3.1, %x12 MP. 28mm Camera, Bluetooth, A-GPS, Fingerprint (under display, optical), accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass, barometer, Li-Po 3320 mAh, non-removable, fast charging 18W, Quick Charge 3.0, USB Power Delivery. and Fast wireless charging 10W, Qi Battery, rang. It was Jenny, bless her, offering some hothouse tomatoes if I wanted any. Oh, yes, I greedily said, please! She’ll drop them up for me later. ♥
A stand-up wash, no shave, I forgot. Hehe! Down in the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety, and swiftly fell fast asleep a deep, much-needed sleep!
Jenny came as I was putting a bag of treats ready. She was looking well today,
In fine form, I’m glad to say,
Seeing Jenny can take the blues away!
Jenny’s different to the clamjamfry…
Makes me smile; that’s a guarantee! Thanks, Jenny! ♥
The carer, well carers, there were two, woke me up from my desperately needed rest… Hehehe! I was totally confused by this and fought off falling asleep as they and I spoke. I think one of them was concerned about me not talking much. (I am usually very garrulous when anyone calls on me) But not tonight; unbelievably tired. I assume I went with them to lock the door, as I found it was locked in the morning.
Once more, I dived into the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner! I was asleep in seconds… a beautiful sleep!
Where I stayed, uninterrupted for any wee-weeing,,, until 04:00hrs… Bliss! The legs felt as if they were not mine. Then the deferred wee-weeing began… Boy, did they!
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05:00hrs: I stirred into mock life. As I moved my legs in preparation for getting to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), and found that the ankles and lower legs were stinging away. New veins coming through, two papules I’ve not noticed before as well. Still, once I rubbed in some of the pain gel and took a Codeine, things very soon started feeling much easier. This first wee-wee was of the PSSU (Persistent, Short, Sharp, Uncomfortable) mode. In fact, every other one was up until about 17:00hrs. So no or to bother with like yesterday. I got out the Boot’s Sphygmomanometer Blood Pressure machine. And took the pressure. I was well pleased with this set of figures again. one. SYS 135, DIA 68 and the pulse rate at 31 bpm. The body temperature was down a little, but no worries. Put the figures into the website and got this graph that I toyed with to decorate it with a CorelDraw-made graphic of yours truly. Hehehe!
Then I got carried away with making some tabs to use in this colour. Which is R 99 – Green 0 – Blue 75 on the RGB scale. Took me far too long, but being a Saturday, one usually gets interrupted less often. I may regret saying that… just a feeling.
An hour or so later, it dawned on me that the morning care had not been yet. Or was it a new Carer that didn’t know about the door chime? Not long after, Samantha arrived, apologising for being a little late. Sam granted me a little chinwag this morning, but not a lot! Hehe!.
Later, I realised I’d taken a morning photo and not put it on the blog. So here it is. I took it with the old Fuji camera; this is the size and shape I wanted to change the Lumix too. It’s just too baffling for me to understand. I went on the net and searched – followed the instructions, but nothing came up as they said it would. So I took this photo with the Fuji as well. I can’t win very often, can I? Still, they came out alright for a 1975 4xA4 battery-powered camera. It’s the one that Carer Richard gave me. Bless him.
Got on with updating and posting the Friday blog off to WordPress. Then had a look at what was available for some nosh. I think I’ve got an order coming tomorrow, Iceland. The rather tough-looking bean-pastie and some potatoes left over from yesterday. A can of curried beans and a cob to heat in the oven. Hello, I heard a noise in the hallway area – Dang dang, dang-dang!
Ah, it’s the DVD Quatermass Two DVD being delivered. A real oldie, now I can watch it while eating the meal.
What a mess I made of the simple job of opening the wrapping. I cut my finger on the edge of the plastic box, dropped the DVD, trod on it and felt the plastic splitting! The glasses fell off of the face bending down to retrieve them! What next, I thought? I’ll tell you… I rescued the DVD from the split shards of plastic. Cutting the same finger again! Down the nail this time. Variety is the spice of life? Putting the disk into the ancient but still working DVD player, who interfered, but The DVD ended up on the floor, via The TV stand, swivel chair, bounced off and rolled along the floor underneath the Carers new table, went right back as far as it could, and settled! I got the long picker-upperer and retrieved the absconder DVD. Will it be damaged? Will it work? I returned to attempt to get it into the player once again… Stubbing my toe on the ottoman en route.
I then remembered the food in the saucepans and oven cooking! I hastened into the kitchenette to check on things. The potatoes were bubbling away, and the water had evaporated, so only half of the spuds were being cooked. I tried one, rock-hard on one side, soft as much on the other! The baked beans seemed to have faired better, not burnt yet. I got the oven glove on, and I opened the oven door – standing back to avoid the extruding heat from hitting my face. But, there was no heat escaping! I’d not turned the oven on! So, no worries about having a burnt baked-bean pastie, then. Hehe!
Finally, I got the meal served up. I put the cheese pastie underneath the beans, a messy-to-eat meal, but it looked appetising enough to me. Even the potatoes appealed. How wrong can a man be? It was an absolute disaster! The potatoes were tasteless, lumpy even bitter tasting! The curried beans were far too strongly flavoured. As for the cheese pastie, I don’t know what I did, but it tasted foul! Thought about it later; it may have been out of date? But I can’t read the sell and use-by-dates on much of the food I buy. to blame! Flavour Rating: 2/10. Spit! I forgot all about the DVD to watch. I was concentrating on not being sick and the worryingly growing stomach pains. Haha!
I fell asleep, a deep sleep, and was woken up by the , Shannon I think her name was, waking me up from behind the recliner. I’ve no idea if she pressed the door chime; I heard nothing if she did. She soon had me sorted, and we managed a mini-natter. Took her choice of nibbles and or drinkies, and I went to the door with her to lock it.
I took these photos with the Lumix from the TV screen.
Then, decided to watch the Quatermass 2 DVD! It was most similar to the TV series. Very few, if any, improvements to the script or plot were made. Another thing they did the same is they used Hillman Humber cars throughout. Even a rare Super Humber Estate. I loved watching the transport in London. I think this wagon was a 1961 Dennis Pax flatbed. Of course, I could be wrong; I often am, very often. But I get used to this; it’s even worse nowadays with . Sid James’ first appearance in the film. Going into a police station. By gum, he looked young. Sid James was a bit like John Wayne; they both acted in the same way, more or less as themselves, not the character they were supposed to be playing. Which was okay with me. They both have distinctive personalities.
I took this snap of the kitchen view of the evening skies using the old Fuji camera. I still can’t get the Lumix to change photo shapes or sizes. Someone may read this (or not) and show mercy and help me sort the Lumix out.
Then onto finalising this post and getting it sent off to WordPress. This was not finished until 00:55hrs!
I woke up and was on my way to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket) within 30-seconds of stirring back into ersatz life! With managing to almost fall out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner last night. I don’t know how I didn’t lose contact with the Amazon-bought, uncomfortable, plastic-peeling-off-of swivel chair! Hahaha! Yes, I’d fallen asleep at the computer!
The wee-wee was of the variety of UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) and CM (Cessational-Micturitional dribbling). The after-dribble after the initial wee-wee, possibly tool three times longer! As I turned back with the bucket to be emptied held in my hands, I stubbed my toe against the ottoman! My reaction to saving the bucket from being dropped; was nothing short of a miracle. I dropped it, but not from a great height, and the liquid stayed in the bucket. Naturally, as the pain shot up the leg to the brain, I merely laughed it off. No cursing whatsoever.
I got the bucket emptied, sanitised and disinfected, and got on with the task of sphygmomanometerisationing. I was jolly-well pleased with the Blood
Pressure figures. I put them in the medical site’s programme and returned this descriptive graph. I remembered that the Riverside Diabetes meeting for today had been cancelled as I was doing the readings. I added my graphics to it in the name of entertainment… and because I love making them for a bit of fun. After four days in the red zone, one day nearly of-off the graph: Things seem much improved today. Back in the amber area, that’s where I like it to be as well. Although two years ago, I had one day in the green Zone. Yes! That’s been my target ever since! If I live long enough, I might achieve this.
Aha! My spirits rose enormously! This morning’s Carer was Carol-Anne! Not seen her for months, many months. I thought she’d left to be honest. What a precious gal. I had to give her a kiss and cuddle on her arrival. Carole didn’t mind, bless her. She spoke of the extra hour on Fridays, not having been since it was so-called arranged. I explained: It was initially for the Carer to do the laundry. But sometimes the laundry would come back not dried, and the clothing wrinkly. Also, I had not had socks, bobble hats, and shirts returned. Conversely, I have made a hand towel, tea towel, and pair of ladies’ knickers. I’m still paying for the hour, even though I’m paying Esther to do the laundry. She does a good job, and Esther hangs up the trews and shirts for me. Also as well as and besides that, she sews missing buttons on for me. Carol and I had an excellent nattering session, mostly me bemoaning my plight with the Diabetes, PN and Doctors farce. As I was paying for the hour, she lent me an ear. Hehehe! She checked the dates on the stuff in the fridge for me, cheese and ready meal found out of date. She will talk with my Doctor for me when she gets back to work. Carol has a few days off, going with her Mum away for a while. Great! She had to rush off after the hour, another call to make.
I spent many hours on CorelDraw before getting onto the blogging. Most of it was accompanied by Herbert’s mechanical concert from above. Percussion and drums mostly, with an odd clunk, throw in for good measure.
It was well into the afternoon before I started the daily ode and cartoon-creating. But I love doing the blog. Sometimes my hoard of followers and fans comment on them, you know. Why, on one day, only last month, both of them did!
That took a while too. Better get summat to eat before the evening carer arrives. Now then, what’s in the fridge freezer to have? I shall investigate… hang on; I’ve got some potatoes already on the boil.
Hang on, I’ve got to get the Warfarin tablets cut. So, I will do that. All done! I’ll get a meal of some sort sorted out. Potatoes, tomatoes, and pretend fish sticks, it looks like. Good job. I’ve got the JS order coming on Sunday. It’s looking bare in the fridge after throwing away the short and out-of-date food. Tsk!
I’ll have a rummage around to see what can be found. To make a decent meal… Doreen makes me feel a schlemiel!
Well, I managed to knock up a half-acceptable-looking plate of fodder. Imitation fish sticks, crispy onions, tomatoes, gherkins and those terribly-tasteless so-called by J Sainsbury, new potatoes. The overall flavour score was 6.4/10. The tomatoes and pretend fish sticks were not bad.
Arrived late, into that it mattered to me. Two Carers, one presumably a trainee. I was in a half-daze from being rudely awakened (Haha!), so I cannot say who it was that came or what happened. I recall telling them to help themselves to a treat on the top of the bookcase. Then walking to the door with them to lock it and wishing them well.
After that, I got down in the recliner again and started to watch the end of the heartbeat programme. I and my nodding off again. I woke for a wee-wee with a mammoth amount of
Back to the TV, nodded off again, and woke for another wee-wee! With the regulation .
Fell asleep again and woke up with the Dirty Harry film being shown; it was just starting. I decided to try and enjoy viewing it and bugger the sleeping. Ah, I like Clint Eastwood films.
At least another ten or twelve times and had to have four more wee-wees.
Woke up with the film credits scrolling down the screen! Well, that was Farcical!
I was worn out by then. One final wee-wee with , and off to the wet room to clean and freshen up. Changed into new PPs, of course. Straight off into the land of nod when got down again. Overnight, I had to force myself awake eight more times for a wee-wee! Each one was short and sharp. Thankfully there were no more leakages, seepages or in these ones.
I didn’t get up this morning because I was already up before midnight. Sweet Morpheus is not happy with me and is withholding his services. Hehe! The Swine! I spent a few hours finishing off the Wednesday blog and got it sent off. Then the sphygmomanometerisationing had to be tackled. What happened with the Photographicalisationings I don’t know; the first one looks like a terribly bad effort! Well, it was! But, the BP results greatly improved over the last four days. Just look where the cross was placed this morning. ♫Way down♫ – as the Elvis song went! Hehe! I liked that later song of his. Poor Elvis, drugs and beefburgers got to him. Shame!
Right in the amber zone! I decorated the return graph in celebration of the miraculous drop in BP! I saw that the body temperature was way down, and it’s been so good lately. I can’t win them all!
Arrived A little earlier than usual. But the lad saw how tired and drained I was, straight away he picked up on it, and he asked what had happened. I told him about the no-sleep night. He proceeded to get the medications sorted, licked up his bag of treats, and said he was leaving early, so I could get back to bed to try again. So no nattering like yesterday, Tsk! Richard said as he left that he was going out for the day with his Sister, So that cheered me up a bit; he doesn’t get out much, good for him!
I got a landline call come in. It was a lady at the Riverside Centre about tomorrow’s Diabetes Defence lesson. The meeting has been cancelled because the room is not available. ? It’s been rearranged fro next Friday instead. I phoned ILC, Warden (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenführeress and Lap-Top Dancer Deana, and she kindly rang the taxi transport to let them know. ♥
I took this using the Lumix camera, as the Canon no longer lets me take photos. I don’t know what I altered or the wrong selections I made when I pressed the go button; I got a beep-beep-beep, and a red icon flashed. Then the camera turns itself off. I’m in a pickle now as the eyes get steadily worse every day, even using the spyglass. Which is not a good idea! Cause if Cataract Cathy doesn’t get me, PN Pete does, and I’ve already dropped the new-‘old’ Lumix at least three times!
Oh, I forgot the photo of the legs I took earlier. Not a pretty sight. But, then again, they’ve been worse, so they’ll do. At least they were not stinging or hurting much at all.
Made a start on this template at long last. And heard that off unrecognisable noise was back again. Sounds like it’s coming from above. It sounds like a motor running, whining. Still, it won’t stop my sleeping… Sweet Morpheus had done an excellent job of that already. Then, made up this Ode. It took a while.
Blimus! It’s nearly 17:00hrs – What happened to the day? I think maybe I fell asleep in the computer chair. I certainly hope I didn’t have another Mind-Blank. Oh, dearie me! The day’s done for me now. Weird or what?
I’ll get a meal made then. Humph! The evening Carer is due soon. I took what I thought was a great photo of the meal on the serving tray. But, yet again this time on the Lumix, the photo is displayed on the viewer window. But in the morning when I got to put the pictures on the computer, this one and two others had disappeared into the either? All a part of the mysteries and enigmas of Woodthorpe Court! The ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions and other grotesqueries haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for me to create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and baffle me!
Jozeph arrived. Mentioned that I looked shattered, and that cheered me up; Hehehe! He was right, of course. Jozeph sorted the medications and was soon off, kindly leaving me to get some sleep. I stripped off and got the TV back on to watch a Heartbeat episode. As soon as I felt the eyelids drooping, I turned off the box. And blissfully sank into a welcome deep sleep, Ah!
Greatly annoying but unavoidable; over the next hour or so, I had to get up at least ten times for a wee-wee! Every one of them was of the SSSSAO (Short-Sharp-Sprinkly-Spraying-All-Over) variety. With varying degrees of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling): so cleaning and sanitising were needed on most visits.I was getting somewhat agitated with all the interruptions. And hoped that things would settle soon in the bladder department soon. After getting resettled in the second-hand, £300 charity shop bought, gungy beige coloured, rickety, c1968 recliner for about the tenth time, the wee-weeing suddenly stopped. Astounding! I drifted off into a deep but dream-filled sleep. No specifics about the dreams… but I think I was enjoying them, though. Then…
I woke up due to the pain from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. As my bum hit the edges of the recliner as my body mass was slipping off the recliner! I managed to stop the humungously overweight clump of a body from leaving the seat fully, But the rear end bleeding was soon apparent. So, up I struggled but made my way to the wet room for cleaning and medicationalisationing of poor Harold’s Haemorrhoids.During this, I did my best to remember the dream again. But no luck. I’d love to have known what I was doing in the sleep that was physical enough to have me out of the recliner? I got my lower rear region cleaned and medicated. Realising I’d lost any chance of getting back to sleep, I decided to stay up. Went to make a brew of Thompson Punjana tea and took this very strange time in the morning photo of the sky from the kitchenette window.Bootiful!
And I got the computer started. A lot of catching up and amending to get done this morning.
I woke up around 04:00hrs; Sat sitting on the computer chair, which is where I’d been sleeping! Ha!
I STIRRED IN THE DARKNESS,,, Hahaha!. No idea what time it was, but there was a determination on my part – not to get up. A ‘Sod-It’ approach was adapted; I’ve never had this before,,, well, for years anyway. Why this lack of interest in waking, indeed, a loathing at I had had to wake up? I’d no idea.
I readjusted my wobbly mammoth-stomached body in the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner and tried to force myself back to sleep again. But it was not working, putting me down a peg or two in the contentment stakes. Then the bowl rumbled the need for the early morning trip to the wet room and arose. so I’d no choice then. Grudgingly but hurriedly, I made my way to the porcelain.
Where I was glad that I didn’t wait any longer, for Trotsky Terence was fighting back against Constipation Konrad’s last few days in control of the movements. Phew! I’d not hit the bum on the plastic seat, and the flow started! A close call that. While in the wet room, I decided to stay up and get the done. The hair on the neck was again not letting me cut it. It let me cut the neck a few times and the left ear, too. Then, the mop bucket, of all things, gave me a toe-stubbing of high quality and in the 3-4/10 pain range. That surprised me, considering the cheap weak plastic it’s made from. Dried off and into the kitchen… I’d done it again! Wot a Plonka! I’d left the hot water tap running from when I put the plate and cutlery in to soak last night! So, no hot water for a while, On the bright side, if there is one… I’d not left the plug in the sink, so no floods this time. And the plate and cutlery were very clean. Hehehe!
Now my emotions were in turmoil, but oddly, I soon got stuck in updating the Tuesday blog, and I was almost at the end of the creating process as ♫ Oh Susan ♫ chimed from the doorbell. came in, and he was in a slightly better state of health this morning. We had a good nattering session with a few laughs and Governmental cussing. During which he only yawned twice… honestly! Lovely to see him perkier.
I had a wee-wee, made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana, and set to finishing the Tuesday blog… Then realised I’d not made the Ode to Doreen Rhymes! I’d done the graphics but no odeing, Gragknangles! It took me another three hours to get them all done and eventually got them posted off, well into the afternoon, I think. Ups and downs today?
I made a start on this blog, graphics first, then onto WordPress to start editing. Went to put the kettle on again… DOUBLE Cor blimey! One heck of a toe stubbing on the trolley wheel, and I knocked off two bottles of spring water… which landed on the other foot! One bouncing back up and hit Little Inchie! Still, it doesn’t bother me. Ahem!
I’ll find another funny cartoon to put on to cheer us up a bit… hang on. Yes, let’s have another political one. Hehehe!
I’ll get summat to eat, then, And I did! A Morrison’s brand roast vegetable bolognese, with the last (Sob!) of the podded garden peas and a baked bean pastie. Bootiful! I think Sister Jane would have liked this. Not the bean pastie, of course, but the veg bolognese.
I took the tray with the dish and cutlery into the kitchen, telling myself not to leave the tap (faucet) running this time. This took away my concentration for a second or so, and I walked into the doorframe with my shoulder. Dropped the tray; naturally, the knife cut into the middle digit, and the tray hit the big toe! It’s truly dumbfounding; to think all the jobs I’ve done that needed multitasking, and I did them without thinking. Now two things on my mind are enough to cause all sorts of problems and injuries! Humph! Of course, it was the fault of Dementia Doreen, again! Then after clearing up the mess and a little cursing; kicked-off. Gave me a good rattling of the shoulder joint and kept on for an hour or more. She’s never lasted that long.
Never mind. I got back in the recliner, and I was determined to stay awake to watch the Heartbeat episode. It’s amazing how one can drop off ten or twelve times in an hour. Humph! Then not be able to get to sleep at all again!
Samantha came in without ringing the buzzer, or at least it didn’t work if she did. Good job that I wasn’t taking a wee-wee or medicating Little Inchies Fungal Lesion! Even more embarrassing, I could have been doing the Diabetic exercises. Haha! Samantha sorted the medications, and she picked out her thank-you treats. Taking the waste bag with her as she departed.
I got back down in the recliner but was not interested in playing anymore whatsoever. I decided to get up and stay up. And went to take a snap from the kitchenette window of the beautiful night sky. Which I did. Absolutely bootiful! As I turned from the window, I saw that I had left the hot water tap (faucet) running after all! So frustrating, annoying, and ignominious, I felt!
I got on the computer to update this blog. It was soon gone midnight; What happened to the day? Did I have another memory-Blank period? Ah well, I’ll press on with the blogging and get it finished and posted soon as I can, TTFN each!
Up at 04:40hrs, and straight on with doing the. SYS 166, and the DIA was over the maximin allowed for safety. No idea why I did this, other than my EQ telling me to. So, I did. Glad I did, in a way, although the results of the Blood Pressure were way off the scale… literally, I’m afraid.
I got this result above from another site. Then sphygmomanometerisationing again. SYS 151.
The DIA, was still high far too high at 97. Body temperature had gone down by one whole point?