Day: 24 November 2022

Inchcock: Tuesday 29th November 2022

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06:00hrs: Woke up almost alert, realising that the Iceland delivery could arrive at any time. Unlocked the front door, had a wee-wee, then needed the Porcelain Throne, so used it.
Moped the kitchen floor, made a brew, and took another wee-wee.
Onto the computer (The memory pad notes say TV item F’ball), I’m assuming I put the telly on?
Minutes later, a mega-yawning arrived. I greeted him with a handshake, and the fatigued-looking lad commenced a series of repeat yawns that lasted longer than I had ever seen before. Poor thing was looking shattered! Yet still, he operated to his usual effective standard. He offered advice on things and asked if there was anything else I wanted (The man’s miracle!) I’d be lost without his care and help. He’s done such a lot to get me through the last weeks of the Urine infections and worries over appointments. I insisted he take some treats with him. All deserved and earned! Wished home well and thanked him as he departed.

I had a wee-wee, and I got back to the computer,  then and announced the arrival of the Iceland delivery. What help the splendid driver was.

He came straight in with the bags and took them through to the kitchenette for me!  I soon set-to emptying the bags and getting the contents stored away.
No excessive pains, giddiness, shakes or loss of balance.

I’m not saying things were magically okay, but things went so well I was almost confused!

I did make a mistake with the Sunny juice. Which I believed was cordial!

As I found it on the Iceland listing doing a search for orange cordial, which it wasn’t! But muggins here thought it was. And started to put some in my spring water bottles, at least four of them. Well before I realised it should be kept in a fridge. Humph!
Put some of Richard’s treats in the fridge to give him in the morning.
Got a coffee to give him later in there to help freshen him up on his late call.

I persisted with the Monday blog updating and eventually got it done. I seem to have a new concentration this morning, and I liked it! Posted the blog off to WordPress, made a brew of Glengettie, and pressed on with creating this template

A sudden weariness came over me, and I fell asleep in the computer chair… waking up, I’d guess, about ten minutes later, confused, to say the least. I felt a different person when I woke, heavy eye-lidded, tired and fighting off falling asleep again?
I had no choice other than to close down the computer and get my head down. I had such a deep sleep; it was too. I made a rough graph of the sleep line and the many awakenings forced on me.

I can’t recall getting out of the recliner for any of the many rude awakings I suffered at the hands of fickle Sleep refusing, Sweet Morpheus-hating fate… I got a bit carried away there, sorry!

Some of the awakenings failed to awaken me somewhat sufficiently, so I may be wrong in the writing of the wrong names. And reasons for waking, but other than that, it might, may, possibly, perhaps be accurate.

I’ve lost myself now…

When I did get up, I was feeling good again. Got on with the blog, finally starting this one off.

I believe that it was the body telling me I needed to rest. Later on, during Richard’s Evening Health & Safety check, I told Richard about the long nod-off and how I fell asleep so easily after each interruption. My body was willing me to calm down, basically. With so many sleepless nights during the infection, it makes sense.
He spent time going through some paperwork that Josie had left on the Carers table. I can’t remember much about them now, but I think Richard wrote on the whiteboard.

This is the notorious second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. Richard had a go at getting it going for me. He’ll try another day again. Hehe!
Note the picturesque design of the layout of the two cushions? This was created with all my artisticness, not to look pretty but to help protect from getting crushed. You can just see the testies impression on the cushion. It works, as long as I don’t sneeze or pass the wind.

I took these photos of the evening view. (Sorry, I opened them now, Brrr!) I know they are not good! But I did my best.

I was about to make myself a sandwich and realised I’d not done the Health Checks yet, today. So, I did them! Much betterer!

03:00hrs head sown again time.
Evening all!

Inchcock Today: Wednesday 23rd November 2022

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All night long, wee-weeing, most often with less than a minute in between! Every one painful, but barely a trickle came out: Compared to yesterday evening and this morning, were poles apart, directly opposed to each other! At least I did have a good morning on Monday, and I got some sleep in. It was the rest of the day’s events that went all pear-shaped on me.

I gave up the early hours of trying to get to sleep. There were a few occasions when, by the time that I got back in the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, grungy, pukin  gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, grungy, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 moth-eaten, pukingly-beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, recliner, I had to get up again for another 2 fluid ounces worth of weeing! If that much!
It was driving me crazy.
The computer stood there, tempting me to get on it. But the way I felt, there was no way I could concentrate.

Then the feeling of cold and shivering-like sensations came over me. I don’t think I was sweating; it felt more like some Herbert walking over my grave? Then as I was typing this in the morning, well, late afternoon, I realised I must have gone on about this dilemma when doing the updating of the Tuesday blog. So decided that repetition is not a good idea. It may result in a reduced the huge, vast number of followers and readers of my blog. And they are both such nice people.

Again, the only things I can recall are what was written in the memory notepad. So it’s unlikely to be one of my more detailed dairies, sorry.
Although some bits are clearish in the grey cells. Esther’s visit to do the laundry and overcharge me again. The Evening Carer, Carolynne, my, leaving two taps running!  And my burning the meal.
But at least up to now, the wee-weeings were a lot less than yesterday and this morning. Still, next to nothing coming out, mind you.

One thing that didn’t change, was my feeling so cold all day. Brrr!

I took the extra clothing off and replaced it with other heavy-duty gear.
Started composing the ode to last night’s farce. I took me hours & hours. Most of it was spent correcting errors.

Took these views from the kitchenette window.
One, the bottom was of the car park on Chestnut Way, in the block of flats.

Where I’m feeling so sorry for missen.
No help

with sorting out things I cannot read from the Coppice Hospital. Now this new bug or whatever it is.

Hey-Ho!

I did eventually get the Ode done.
But now I don’t think it is any good.

Depressed again… but nothing like on Tuesday.

It must be Sods Law: Just when I needed the calmingness and help of my friend and, ; He gets put onto another site.
He helps by going the extra mile, which is comforting, and much-appreciated help.
Especially now that Doreen Dementia is getting at me more and more. I feel a bit cheated in a way. All self-pity I think. You could not believe the things I could no longer do for myself. not to mention ,     ,

I’d better not forget, , and the potentially lethal killer; .
they can have me over in a flash if I bang them in a . Even the can cause problems when I start to panic, rushing back inside to check if the lights, taps or the stove has been left on.
Ah, that reminds me! This very day, I left two hot water taps running. Burnt the shoulder and left the potato in the crockpot for eight hours. I’m not diving up[ on this, its that late in the morning again, I’ll do a rescue job on them -microwave, for breakfast.

The morning carer failed to issue the Omeprazoles. (Anne Gyna) Not hod fault, it was mine. I was nattering away giving him my sob story from yesterday. While he was prepping of the medications.
I’d usually hold back on the nattering until the meds are sorted. But not this morning. I was so uptight with bladder trouble and no sleep for two nights.

Why am I up now? It’s nearly 02:00hrs already

I’ll stop now and try to rescue the food.
Thankfully, I lost two hours of whatever I did.

The evening Carer arrived. Checked the taps for me; not many of them do that.

Then, the ankle ulcer started to smart a bit. But it didn’t look inflamed?
Then everything stopped again.

EVERY TWO MINUTES, WEE-WEES RETURNED AND STAYED ALL NIGHT UNTIL AROUND 09:00HRS IN THE MORNING. THEY THEN GOT WORSE!!!
HERE ARE SOME PHOTOS FOUND ON THE FILE.
Mud Slide in Car Park.
Long story, but I’m. struggling to type.
Three days without sleep now..
Not feeling good. the wee-weeing continues.
I pass one; they are all so painful…
And two minutes later need another.
Took an extra Furosemide, hoping it.
may help me to pass.

No Help for Cataract or Mental Hospital Appointments Came

THAT’S MY LOT! – SO TIRED!
ONE POORLY IN-PAIN PEASANT HERE

HEHEHE!

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