I REGRET I’M NOT VERY WELL TODAY. THE ANNE GYNA TABLETS, ALONG WITH THE MONTHS PRESCRIPTIONS, HAVE NOT BEEN RECEIVED OR FETCHED (As you can read in the Ode above, my love).
HAD CARER RICHARD NOT GONE OFF SICK, I’M CERTAIN THAT HE WOULD HAVE SPOTTED THE PROBLEM AND SORTED THIS OUT.
I’m not up to coping with computing. The constant noise from the imbecile dwelling above me and the Cataract, Glaucoma eyes worsening. The big thing is the Angina pain from the lack of tablets; this is also constant. The months’ prescriptions were, I was informed by a Carer, coming Friday – then Saturday; it’s now Sunday, no chance of getting any today. Today, they are coming tomorrow, on Monday. Tuesday, I’ve got an appointment with two different nurses, one DVT and another, can’t remember what department she is from… possibly the Mental Health hospital, but I’m guessing here.
PLEASE FORGIVE THE LACK OF CONTENT. TUESDAY WILL BE THE SAME, WITH THE APPOINTMENTS I’VE GOT TO GO TO. I can zoom in on CorelDraw and Word, so will try to put the Ode, HC Log and Nottingham News Snippets in. For any photos, I’ll just not have the time to doctor or comment much on any. Cheers.
Early morning shots. Health Check Log
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Egyptian Cotton shirt.
Alright then, made in China cotton. Hehehe!.
No concentration.
Carer Ty told me I’d been given the wrong tablets this morning; I was given the evening doses! No wonder I feel so bad. What with no Omeprazole, now I’ve taken too much Warfarin, and the level is already too high!
The only thing that’s keeping me going at this moment, is that France are losing to Argentina – not that I like it, anyway. France made a comeback in the second half and ended at 3-3 in extra time. Then on to penalties to decide. Argentina won 4-2. I should have felt sorry for France’s Mbappé, with three goals in a world cup final and ended up on the losing side. But I didn’t.
I’ll get something to eat; I’ve got a potato in the crockpot. I’ll see what’s left in the fridge and freezer to have with it, not that I’m hungry with the Angina perpetually performing its pain-giving. If it’s cooked (the potato, not the pain). I might try to bake the slices in the oven. Oh, Ann Gyna ain’t half giving me some grief! Things are not good!
A well-seasoned spud in the pan. I would have had this if I didn’t forget to turn the slow cooker on. .
Last bag of cheese curls instead. Humph!
. Bit of a mist coming on.
. The odd-looking bag of BBQ flavouring filled three of the food containers. I put a lot of the seasoning into the beans. But couldn’t really taste anything BBQish?. SHAME! Taste: 7/10. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
The Late safety call carer did no arrive.
Stayed awake as well so as not miss them!
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They have my support, at least!How come he avoided prison?
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05:20hrs: I woke; well, I wasn’t asleep really, just the odd fitful half-dose, with my rear end hanging off the cushion out of the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. .
A bad night again for sleeping.
I was so tied last night I felt sure that my bosky would force me to get some respite and rest in the dorm of sleep. But, No!.
My friendly, compassionate neighbour above had seen to that. Two gays now, of constant banging, ta[[ing, drilling, clunking, with very elite respite; I hoped to get to sleep early, but that was a no chancer, as he started giving the hammer a bashing. Fair enough, he gave his last mechanical concerto just after ten o’clock, but I was on edge after so many days and hours of putting up with it, and I feared he may start again at any time.
He is making some things to give to the children he likes to support and visit, for Christmas, I believe.
I usually get his banging away every day of the year from Herbert (Nickname). But the last two days have been horrendously noisy for him. Doing my health no good. Even the Carers and Nurse Hristina heard him tap-tapping away relentlessly.
More so now that I’ve no Omeprazole medications to counter the pains from Anne Gyna. It seems that when the Doctor told me to double the dosages of the caps;e, she somehow forgot to tell the chemist! It got slowly worse, and no chance of getting any. Might call 111 later.
Had poor not gone sick, this would not have happened, I’m sure. It’s Richard that controls the Prescriptions. Still, excellent news on that situation; they tell me that Richard will be returning to work on Monday. I hope he’s not coming back too soon; as much as I am pleased about it, I hope he is not returning too early and gets himself poorly again. Crossed fingers!
Let’s assess the problems I’ve had to endure these last few days: or should I?
Maybe best not to…
Go on, then; I’ll make a list on CorelDraw and see how it reads. (Perusing engaged) Perusing ended)
Not nice, is it? But self-pity is not the answer! Mind you, I don’t know what the answer is? I’ve got a little muddled up here. Things may be out-of-chronological timing from here onwards.
Sorry. The stress and pain from Anne Gyna are getting to me.
This photo is, I think, the first one I took this morning.
When I was brewing my first mug of Glengettie tea. I put the milk in and got blotches of manky milk floaters in the mug. Humph!
Threw the milk away and tried the semi-skimmed – same again? Threw that carton away. rinded the bottle and box and got them in the waste bag. Tried the last box of milk, and it seems okay. Another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?
I got the health Checks tended to. (Ann Gyna is going to be a bother here; She’s getting more and more painful!
The results, as decreed by the NHS analyser, put me in the Hypertension – Red One Zone. But, so close to being in the High-Normal pink. So that’ll do me.
I see I’ve put the photo above in with the second lot of pictures I’d taken as well. Rather sad, but Anne Gyna has got my mind all over the place now.
When I get this done, I’m going to ring 111 and ask for advice.
He said, forgetting all about doing it afterwards.
I espied in these house shot photos that the frost and bits of snow were spread around liberally.
But you’ll notice the richest house on the block (Last house photo).
That will either be the richest family in Sherwood; who can afford to heat the attic room?
Or an efficient drug dealer den.
Specifically, a cannabis growing factory, with e plants being hidden in the loft and the heating on 23/7.
I wonder if they have rerouted the electricity from next door? Well, you never know! I can’t remember taking the sky one. But that’s not unusual.
My concentration is well-shot now. No notes on the memory pad from here on. Anne Gyna was stirring again.
The beloved neighbour of mine was nowhere near as noisy as the last two days. I don’t think it was my responding to every single noise he made over about three hours by banging back on the tall bookcase cabinet; every time it started tap-tapping, banging or knocking with copied noises with Metal Mickey.
But after around 02:30 hours, things went strangely quiet on the Western Front. Hehehe! He’s probably gone to deliver some of his creations to his children and friends.
, came. Kara took the washing and returned it, putting them away for me ♥.
I went to get something to eat. After a look at what food options I had, I decided on Cottage pie, rosti potatoes, cobs and BBQ sauce. I got settled, the TV on, and took the first bite of the evening meal… Carer Cheeky Charlie arrived to give me the medications. No Omeprazole, of course, and this was the reason for the pains in my chest that had been lingering all day long and getting worse the longer I went without any pain relief from Ailment 19 – Anne Gyna! Charly gave me two extra Paracetamol tablets and Took the waste bag with her as she left for the chute.
I ate the by-now nearly cold meal and still enjoyed it. Flavour-Rating 7/10.
While watching TV. Woke an hour or so later, took a wee-wee, getting bad again. Washed the pots and returned to watch the end of the film; it had about 5 minutes to run Woke up as the screen credits for the end of the film were showing. Tsk!
And Carer Cheeky Charlie returned to give me the Peptac and check on the taps and stove. I sent to make a brew of Glengettie. Decided to take some evening shots from the kitchenette window.
The first effort was taken hanging out of the window straight down on Chestnut Way, the road and the car park. What looked like a fire engine, or stretched limousine, was, in fact, it was a normal car speeding out of the complex. I hope it wasn’t one being stolen!
A wide view of the horison and lights was taken next.
Not one of my better efforts.
The last photo was taken as I returned to the front room...
Completely forgot about the mug of Glengettie I’d just made.
The TV had been left on, and taking the photo purposely in the dark to ass a bit of mystery to it, I managed to get a .
Settled down and . Moments later, this caught me out somewhat: By what must have been the longest-lasting ever . I had to retrieve the leg from over the arm of the £300, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner.
By when I got up in the morning, I’d sprung awake at least a dozen times and had taken five wee-wees. Advice for Whippersnappers: Sleep is not easy when one wants it, but becomes rife when one doesn’t want it.
Oh, and be prepared to be accompanied in your slumber… or rather, to be awoken from your slumber by ailment 13: each and every night!
04:30hrs: I woke wanting a wee-wee, passed it, and had to go to the . A smidgen messy, but no pain and no hæmatorrhœa.
I cleaned up but had already made plans for the day while seated on the throne. I shall get the sorted out as soon as I’ve finished doing the Health Checks, and then I’ll get the medicationalisationings done. Owzat then? Me making plans, blimey!
Off to the computer. No tea, no biscuits, no depression, no, and I do believe I may have been humming the Shadows Stars fell on Stockton tune to myself!
Not the result I was hoping for; a rather high Hypertension – Two, close to the (Call 999) stage Three. I blame and all his extra long all day, and noisier-than-ever bursts of clangs, clanks, Tap-tapping, knocking and drilling yesterday for this! Thanks mate!
I did some Pinteresting when I’d done the Health Checks and updated the Thursday blog. I seemed to be doing well this morning the were not playing me up too much – but that was a silly thing for me to say; they can go offline in an instant, and the brain no longer understands the broken messages, and anything can happen then! Wish I’d keep me gob-shut!
The computer was put into sleep mode and off to get them done. I’d taken the camera in with me and took a snap of the legs after I’d stripped off; the one on the right is after the session was completed… And I’d heroically, bravely, boldly and stupidly used you-know-who to get the long diabetic socks on. Yes, I’d utilised the mocking, fearsome, finger bruising, cutting and ripping green goddess known as ! And came out of the battle with only a squashed ! And a rather large was gone into!
The shaving produced only two tiny nicks on the neck. Teggie cleaning did go badly, though. Another lump had detached itself from the left bicuspid and double molar; the blood flowed, and that took me some time to stop. Thus, started! This is because of the Warfarin INR level is high, at 4.4. (3.5 is the target) That’s why the DVT clinic has reduced the dosage again.
Germolened, Germoloided, and oiled the ear holes. And guess what? , That ignorant slobbovitch from the flat up above kicked off with his banging and knocking again!
I’d had enough to contend with yesterday, over 12 hours of it, and just had to bounce back some similar noises to inform him of the danger he was in.
They were tap-tappings, and I hit the top of the high bookcase with Metal Mickeys’ plastic handle on the hard wooden shelves. Trying to imitate the same amount of bangs (18), I counted.
This did no good, and a few minutes later, they kicked off again. Louder this time, I could clearly hear them without my hearing aids in.
I returned a volley of bangs around the top of the bookcase cabinet, and I kept it up for a few moments. And waited, stick in hand, for the reply… There were many more taps and bangs, but they were all a lot quieter, so fair enough. They stopped after a few minutes. He’s probably going out to see his favourite youngsters with his pressies? I’m dreading the self-centred, impolite, insensitive, disrespectful, snobbish, haughty, pompous, pretentious, uppity, scoffing, contumelious, smart-alecky, ineffable crud-nut coming back.
Got carried away there, sorry…
Was beginning to get a smidgen worse as I exited the wet room – Smelling all nice and fresh, the smell of the medications wafting up my nose. I went into the junk room to select the day clothes… and… ! As I was reaching at full tilt to get the jumper from the clothes racking, presented me with one heck of an . Short & sharp, but it had over, and I fell into the clothes and slid gently to the floor! Breaking a few clothes hangers in the process and landing on the right knee, which did not please .
The hobble on my hands and knees out into the hallway, into the front room, and the struggle to get myself upright using the weight of the recliner took a long time, but I did it. How things were going, a . I was not hurting, apart from . But that was nothing to do with the tumble.
I soon recovered, and I made my way to the kitchenette to get the kettle on to make a brew of Glengettie.
The red line on the horizon caught my attention, and I went for the Lumix camera. It was misty, so not the best of conditions, but it still looked good to me.
Then I took a shot of the bottom field with the frost still not melted. There were many seagulls about circling and threatening, zooming low. Had they seen a rat, cat or lone dog that they often make a meal of? I missed them all in the photo but caught some a few minutes later.
Took a photo of the drug-dealers house street. You can see which it is by the lack of frost and snow on the roof; no doubt they are growing cannabis or whatever in the loft, hence it being the only house with the attic being heated?
Took another shot of the horizon.
Then one of the Winwood Heights car parking on Chestnut way. Oh... I caught some of the seagulls on their breakfast safari in this one. Hehehe! I made up some waste bags. The nice gentleman in the flat above me offered some accompaniment for me.
This time the tap-tapping was almost musical? The uncommunicative: laconic, taciturn, aloof, Laodicean, reticent, stoical, unruffled, equanimous, unclubbable, unforthcoming, stand-offish, unapproachable, haughty chap, was producing some good stuff, I thought.
A piacere, which, considering he was only using what sounded like a sledgehammer and mallet (Maybe a nail hammer as well), was pretty impressive. I was just getting into it, and he stopped.
I must go on the web to try to find some cartoons to use over the next few days. I may have to stop suddenly. For I have the Amazon deliveries that are due today, and they are currently (0335hrs) being given an ETA of twixt 03:40 > 0640hrs. Which possibly means it will be here by 22:00hrs or tomorrow.
Weary, tired, computer off.
Woke me up. Issued Peptac, checked taps and stove. Had a mini-natter. Took bags And amazon boxes with her.
Woke up by the kind, caring, sympathetic noisy Git-in-the-flat-above, Herbert. Knock, knocking for a while.
Woke me up. Meds issued. Mini natter enjoyed.
21:45hrs: Woke up to some strange different noises from the Management protected and defended, unneighbourly, superior-natured Gentleman in the flat above. Not sure what caused them, a sort of chugging sound?
22:10hrs: Ah, that’s better, back to his regulation mode of tap-tapping, with the odd clunk thrown in for good measure.
I kept trying to fall asleep again but ended up turning on the TV. Ah, that did it! Zzz!
01:30hrs: With a jerk, jump and shock! Not the foggiest idea what had caused this rude awakening? but it buggered me up, and I spent the next four hours or so desperately trying to get back to sleep – No chance until about 05:00hrs. Off into bliss!
05:20hrs: I more or less erupted into wakefulness.
I was half over the edge of the cushion on the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, incommodious, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner.
For this, I blame the nightmare I was having, the slippery materialed new dressing gown I had on… and I might as well blame as well. Oh, and myself, I suppose!.
Although, is yet another possible (definite) reason for my poorlier than it should be, health. Nicknamed Herbert’s real name is John, I think, the protected from criticism, imperviable to criticism, animadversion or condemnations. A superior acting gentleman, urchin. An untouchable, pompous, arrogant elitist!. He’s not a nice person to those he’s making life a misery for with his constant everyday noise-making. Made invulnerable and defended by those in control of the Independent Living Organisation. I pray I do not meet him face to face ever again… I’ve never ever lost control physically… yet! Doing so could well see me off – but he is seeing me off slowly with his grinding, tap-tapping, drillings and knockings every single day! Such a supercilious sod.
I think there’s just a minimal iota of an idea, that he may be getting to me?...Hehehe!
06:00hrs: I looked at the clock and realised I didn’t want a wee-wee – this is the first day’s awakening for months that I didn’t want a pee on stirring back into resat life! All very confusing! Nonplussing!
started to kick off straight away, might be the late medications yesterday? But she’s been much worse, only short stabbing pains at the moment. It does not last for long, with plenty of breaks in between.
I rose from the £300, bought nine years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly, sickeningly beige-coloured, many crumb-containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, caught my balance, grabbed 4-pronged Metal Micky, and off to checks the taps and get the kettle on for a brew.
I tried to get some decent photographs of the pretty morning view. I don’t think I id too well, do you? Haha!
Housewife Mode-Engaged! I set to getting the waste badges sorted out. Cleaned the sink area… well, tidied it up a bit, then! Got some more paper towels out to use and made a brew of Glengettie tea. Took the mug to the computer and checked for any messages or comments that may have come in from my hundreds of blog fans throughout the world. I answered them both.
During this, I kept hearing the oddest noises and thought it might be someone knocking on the door. I should have known, of course – it was the Herbert in the flat above giving me a concert of tap-tapping, knock-knocking with the odd loud crunching sound thrown in for good measure. I have to put up with this noise every single day, and at the weekend, it gets even worse. Still, no hard feelings, after all, as the Nottingham City Homes manager said to me: “He’s a wonderful man and makes steam engines for the school…” Nuff said. That was seven years of noisy hell ago. I wish him no harm, do not place curses on him, refuse to give him a neck-chop when I get near enough to him, swear about him, or hate him… just the noise he makes so regularly. I hope whatever it is he’s making comes out well. And the children, he seems to like, enjoy them.
As I moved on to updating the Inchie Today for yesterday, I heard a noise that sounded to my ears like firecrackers; it kept on for a few minutes, and I just had to have a look around in case someone was at the door or something may have fallen over. I had a momentary vision of an alien sliming along into Do-No-Wrong, noisy, snotty Herbert’s flat and slowly eating him alive. This cheered me up a bit; no harm in having a dream? Naturally, the noise was coming from the flat above. He got but more violent with it this time. Thuds bangs, and somehow, with tap-tapping in the background this time. Damned clever chap! I gave a tap or two with Metal-Micky’s handle on the high bookcase in return. He just carried on.
announced the arrival of . He got the medications sorted alright, and we had a little chat. He checked the taps and cooker on his way out with the waste bags for me. Nice lad!
I made up a bottle of spring water and added some lime juice, went to put it in the cubby-hole on the Hopewell’s 1963-built, falling to pieces, E-Plan Sideboard. Where I espied the Carers & Nurses Christmas bottle for them to choose. I must remember to ask a carer if there are any more names to go down.
The unfriendly, bumptious, toffee-nosed, self-important, snotty-nosed, condescending, sanctimonious animal in the flat above has never been as persistently noisy as he is today. If I meet up with him, he could just be ready for a fall! I am not a violent person, but many years of putting up with this protected by the Council Management turd; is getting to me now!
There will be a clash coming unless he cuts down on the banging about soon! The pococurante, dismissive, disrespectful, git… will no doubt lose out in any conflict, despite his grandeur and overconfidence, and I will end up in prison… the Prison Hospital, I hope. Then I might get the Dementia, DVT vein, and Cataracts seen too? And a new PC to work on? Be fed meals? Sounds good to me. Sorry Herbert, this is your last warning! (It’s not really; he’s in no danger from me).
Arrived to do a quick check-up and Client Review. And during the questioning and answering session, witnessed the noise that I was suffering from the flat above! As for myself, I can never tell if it’s him or someone banging on the door! I explained this to Kara. This is why I do not wear the hearing-aids when in the flat. Unfortunately, I can’t hear the fire alarm either, then.
But it doesn’t matter as long as Herbert can get away with such antisocial behaviour and him being immune from doing any wrong… the nasty, noisy bully.
Now then, can I remember the recipe from Grandma Griselda? Toad’s legs curdled with the blood of a Vampire, 2oz of Basil, 1 litre of Double strength bleach, and a tablespoon of TCP. Oh, what were the other ingredients? Eye of a newt and toe of a frog, the Wool of a bat and the tongue of a dog…
No, hang on… Am I getting mixed up with Macbeth? Hehehe!
At last, a decent mug of Thompson’s Punjana and three biscuits to dunk in it. By gum, this is a good life!
Hahaha!
Arrived, and he got me sorted out with the medications. I dropped one… Fool? Me? Yes! We couldn’t find it, but worked out it was a Codeine 30g, and although we were low on many tablets, plenty of them remained, so he gave me another one.
That git upstairs is driving me mad with the tapping and knocking.
It’s not doing my health or temper any good! It won’t do him a lot of good when I meet him again!The ignorant &^%stard!
I foolishly went on Amazon to see if they had any small Air-Fryers on offer – and ended up ordering one. There’s no stopping my sinking bank balance or stupidity!
. I went to get the kettle on again and took these photographs of the front car park. The left one to the right, the right one to the left… I think. Hehe!
Then Spend-the-lot Inchie actually went back onto Amazon and ordered a new keyboard. I’ve got to stop doing this!
I am so angry with myself – I could almost cry!
What the hell is the matter with me?
No need to answer that, folks; I’ve a sneaky feeling that I know, but not keen on admitting it, if you know what I mean… which is probably more than I know!
Nearly 18:00hrs and the Perfect-One, protected and adored by the management of Nottingham City Homes, is off again with his banging away! With any luck, he’ll have a heart attack before I see him again and save me from getting arrested for GBH. It’s a living hell! But I don’t truly mind a single bit. It’s all said in fun…
Oh! I’ve done the . I’d better get them done then…
Dang and bother and . I’m back in the Hypertension Red-1 zone again. Think I got spoilt with two days in the HIGH-NORMAL Pink. Hehe! Still, it’s been worse.
I was making slow headway with this blog, but better than none. Meant another long day for this old man. Hey-Ho!
Not has anything to eat yer, apart from three biscuits. I went into the kitchen to get the cooker oven heating up. And I was so glad I did; for the red moon was going down on the horizon; quickly too.
The results were very pleasing for once. Of course, I forgot all about putting the oven on.
Great balls of fire! He’s off again. A mechanical concert of bangs, tap-tapping and the odd clunk in between!
I went back to the computer and realised I was missing my beloved ‘Heartbeat’ on TV channel 10. Did some more updating of this blog while half-listening to Heartbeat… I don’t put it on loud cause being a much better and less snotty A-hole than, let’s say, Fart-Breath, living above, and I don’t like to make noise and disturb my neighbours. Grumph!
An hour or so after taking the photos of the sunsetting, I then noted that I had not put the oven on after all. So I did.
It wasn’t really a depression I’d sunk into; more a moment of self-disgust and or loathing… no, it was depression. Tsk!
Got the nosh sorted out, well-gone 20:00hrs now… Oh, no, gone 21:00hrs! At last, the noise from above had ceased – but I’m anticipating it starting again, like last night at gone 22:00hrs.
NOSH TIME COMETH:
A decent-looking nosh, but unfortunately, the photo and all taken since were recorded on the Lumix without my having a memory card in it. I’d left it on the computer yet again.
Flavour Rating: 8/10.
Woke me; I noted I’d fallen asleep watching Heartbeat; I’m missing more than I had watched lately. Thanks to turd-face up above, wearing me down with all his bashing and banging about, I’m so tired. Jo-Anne got the medications sorted as I was about to eat the meal. Left a pot of Lumix for me to take after the meal. We had a natter and insisted she selected her choice of thank you drink. Went with her to lock the door, and she took the waste bag with her to the chute on her way out.
I woke up, for about the 20th time, around 03:40hrs, in need of another wee-wee. Having to cope, as with all the other nocturnal visits to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket); with loads of PMD Pre-Mictirional & AMD After Micturition Dribbling) to cope with.
How people cope with pain-free, passable wee-weeing, I don’t know. The hourly changing PMD and AMD leakages made a bit of interest, not knowing which or of any will present themselves. It’s much more interesting than plain-jane weeing. Hehehe!
Made up some waste bags, and I got the kettle on.
I could not resist trying to take a decent photograph of the morning view on offer from the kitchen window.
I was pretty pleased with how it came out. There was no or! I made a brew of Glengettie.
Then got the done.
I was also well-pleased with the results from the NHS analyser programme.
Put me in the High Norm section.
And that was with two in the red as well! .
Then I had a problem with the computer, or maybe Windows. An update came in, and I downloaded it. After that, things kept freezing on my in CorelDraw and when I started the Ode for the day in MS Word, too. Darned hard work it was.
Updating the Tuesday blog, took me over 4½hrs! Got it posted it off and did some Pinteresting of photos.
I suddenly realised as started to get going at me, that the morning carer had not been yet. I half expected this, with being off poorly. I rang Meridian Care, but could not hear a word on the line, so just mentioned who I was and that I’m in need of the six to seven o’clock medications as the pain from was starting to kick in. Not sure what was said, but heard the voice say something or other.
Half an hour or so later, came and got the medications sorted for me. I can understand why things were late or missed. Losing Richard and having no cover is mission impossible for them. That’s why the Health & Safety check and Peptac call went missing as well, I assume.
I mentioned Richard’s illness in hope of getting some information on how he was. But it’s too early for the lad to call in with any update; I bet he hasn’t even got to see his doctor yet. Getting an appointment can take up to three weeks with my doctor; then, it can only be a telephone call. The NHS is crumbling since Covid.
Well, everything is. Postal, train drivers, shortage of drivers all over the country, buses and trains not running to some places now. NHS staff on strike, postal workers, and cheating France and their paid back-handed referee have knocked England out of the world cup. It’s not good!
Well, that’s just what I needed. The noisy git in the flat above is giving me the tap-tapping, bang-banging treatment again!
Bless him. I’d sooner… Never mind! It’s going dark now. 15:45hrs. The cars in the end car park at the far end of Chestnut Walk have got their lights on. I realised that I had given Carer Kara her choice of Christmas bottle yet. Humph! I rang to let Julie & Deana that the bottles had arrived. They can collect them anytime. Couldn’t hear properly.
Hello, having another go at me. Please, not another week of her performances… Pleeease!
Incapable… well, unwilling to get up, only just made it for the wee-wees! So tired.
A bit sparse from her on, sorry.
Deans & Julie called and gave them their treats.
Made a meal.
Made an Iceland order for next Tuesday… No, Monday.
Called and woke me up. Half-in and out of awareness. Reckon we had a laugh.
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Forever nodding off and waking up with a violent shuddering?
I imagine that the Famously Murderous Parole Board will be releasing both of these criminals… well, animals, at the earliest opportunity to kill again?
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03:30hrs: I stirred, with a degree of hesitation, a definite desire not to get up and face the world. A reluctance like never before. Indeed, I tried to get back to sleep – but the inevitable need for a wee-wee, followed by the almost thrice-hemerine Porcelain Throne visit, forced the removal of my elephantine body from the grasp of the 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. And off to the wet room.
The evacuation started as usual of its own accord. But it stopped part the way through the process.
So I got the crossword book out. I’ve lost the one I was using but found this one when I was sorting a drawer out. Much more my cup of tea this one. It was published in 1969, and is great; Cause the questions about sport and actors and like, I can remember from so long ago, and I got a few answered. . In fact, I got into it and forgot I waiting for the evacuations to restart. Hehehe! Had a quick wash and clean up.
Put the olive oil in the ear holes, and I sprayed some of the eye drops around the chin, moustache and mouth… I doubt if any actually made it into the eye and used up the last it. Two more need to be ordered. But what are the odds of me remembering? Not too good, methinks. I got the spy-glass to check on the urine colour. Not too good today, rated as a six on the NHS chart.
Which reminded me to get the Health Checks done. But not before I made a brew of Glengettie to stir my mind and body. (Well, it sounded good?) Haha! I put a potato in the crock pot as I was mashing the tea.
Added some liquid smoke, sea salt and vinegar to the water.
Made the tea and got the computer on the go.
I received a long email from Lis-Petal, and replied to it, trying to cover everything she mentioned. She really is such a caring Angel ♥.
Minutes after getting this done declared the arrival of my mate and . I turned to welcome him with a handshake. Before, I stood a very-poorly, shouldn’t be at work, lad! Well, man! His voice was croaky and weak; he was red-faced, coughing, and looked so weak. His actions and reactions were slower than usual, too.
Poor Richard, he just gets his Diabetes level down, and this, whatever it is, hits him. Much as I’ll miss him if he does go sick, I hope he’ll be alright and recovers soon. But he didn’t look good at all. He’ll struggle to get back t work, I think.
So unfair to him. A man who had helped me more than anyone goes sick. This is worrying for me. I walked to the door with him, tried to look and sound unworried for him, but don’t think I managed it.
Got a text from Asda. According to this, there are no changes or substitutions on today’s order? Never been known before – surely I misread it?
Got on with updating the Monday blog and posted it off. Took me a lot longer than it should have, and I made more mistakes to correct than ever before. And I’m sure many errors got through despite my hours spent adjusting things.
I need to get the Ablutions done, but there isn’t time now, as the delivery could arrive soon.
arrived. Gave me the Peptac. I checked the list of Christmas pressies given, but Sam was not on it. She is now.
HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY so far. The Asda order arrived. It was a big one, and the deliveryman saw how I was struggling and took the food through to the kitchen for me in his baskets, cramming the food where he could find room to.
Nice gesture; he was off in no time. Getting the stuff put away took me two hours – Honestly! The Christmas treat bottles for the Carers arrived, and I’d just given the last of the others to Sam. Got them in the cupboard under the computer, so the others can take a pick their choice. The Microwave had almost been covered with food. Hehe!
Glad to say the Marmite Cashew nuts have arrived, and the personal treats for Christmas for myself, the tasty but naughty Lotus-Biscoff Biscuits, all come as well. The only room on the sink side was used up as well.
BBQ beans. The 7-Vegetable roasted Mediterranean sauce. Passata with basil. Soft drinks for the Carers thank you’s. More BBQ sauce, Korean this time; I hope it’s not too hot? And from the one box, BBQ sauce, more veg sauce, orange cordial, and the BBQ Beans Micro Grain that I enjoyed so much last week. The Winiary Przyprawa seasoning that I’m trying for the first time. I couldn’t read the contents even with the spyglass – so I looked it up on the web.
It seems it is an alternative to Soya sauce, vegan & vegetarian. An alternative to Maggi, it says. The ingredients are WATER, Salt, Flavour Enhancers (Monosodium Glutamate, Disodium ‘5 Ribonucleotides), Vinegar, Glucose, and Flavourings (with Celery). I wonder what the secret flavourings are?
I might try a splash of it tonight with my BBQ beans, vegetable and potato meal? Or not? Worraya fink?
The sauce cupboard got special attention today.
The Polish sauce was used on the potatoes in the Crock-Pot. It was similar tasting to Worcester Sauce.
The BBQ sauces should last me a while. I seem to a have had a moment when I ordered them… I may have overdone it a fraction in ordering so many bottles.
I think I was dithering over which brand to get and seemed to order every type they had in stock? And why sweet pickle? I don’t even like it!
Well, blow me down with a feather duster! Who ordered the naughty cream cakes?
Surely not me? Did I? No, it must be a mistake! Shame I didn’t notice it at the time. I would have sent them back if I had, of course.
I belatedly got the tackled.
Well, when I got the results from the NHS Analyser, I was well leased and over the moon.
But it made me think of the poor this morning.
I’m fretting now for him. Whatever bug has got him, he needs to have it checked out: that’s what he would have told me to do. Might even be Covid, Flu or associated with his Diabetes – 2? It’s knocked him for six, no question about it. In a way, I’d be happy to see him taking time off to get it sorted. Which, in itself, means I can’t get in touch to try to see how he is going. Poor lad. Oh, the Health Checks (I wondered off-plot there for a moment).
Well, as you can see, I’m back down in the HIGH-NORM Zone. That’s four times on this chart!
Now for the Ablutionalisationings. I have to admit to a little bit of apprehensiveness about this. I don’t think I’ve mentioned it yet, but I had two bad bouts earlier and three bad incidents. The last one was while I was putting stuff in the freezer from Asda. Had I not been in that spot when it came, I could have taken a fall and landed forward on the floor. Luckily my landing against the fridge was far less hazardous. So, I’m going to take my time in the shower and try to keep near the grab rail. Also, be weary when shaving and dressing. This could take some time, but I’m not bothered, let it. Better safe than sorry.
Back in a bit… I hope, Har-har! .
I was right; it was a long job. The shaving produced a few minor cuts, that took a while to stop bleeding this time. The Warfarin INR level is far too high, meaning the blood is thinner. The teeth cleaning caused more bleeding than ever before.
This is partly due to the teeth rotting and breaking and the high INR level.
The thing I was worried about, the showering, was Dizzy Dennis-free! Just the one head-butting of the power box, which was nothing serious. Drying off afterwards, I cleared about 30% of the items on the top of the floor cabinet!
I got them back on again, much to the discomfort of . I lost a little of the olive oil, and unfortunately, I trod on the tube of Germoloid and lost some as it squirted out. A shame because this is my last tube. !
I took an accidental shot as I was putting the camera down.
The flash activated and gave me a dazzling shaving mirror.
It’s the only mirror in the flat. When you look like me, it’s best not to demoralise yourself by looking at a reflection of a senile old man looking back at you. Hehe! My noisy neighbour above started drilling and clanging at something or other. I’m sure it was coming from straight above, but may have been repairmen working?
I then had to again utilise the . A decent evacuation, even if a bit messy.
Went to pick up hearing aids to put them in… and PLOP!
No more needs to be said other than maybe !!! Another half-hour lost cleaning things up! Grumph! I finished the medicationalisationings and got dressed. But guess what I did wrong… I got into the morning clothes and not the night attire! After spending about two hours in total up to this point in the wet room, then had to get out of the clothes I’d just struggled to get into, the jammie-bottoms, nightshirt, night socks and dressing gown. However, I did manage to get the socks on without using the dreaded, deadly assured of being injured by . But was injured by my losing my balance and hitting of all things to hit… my , on the corner of the floor cabinet as I went down on one knee, caused by a short attack from , just as I had one leg up off of the floor (talk about timing!) and setting off !!! I suppose I ought to be glad I didn’t get a
I got the BBQ beans in the pan, and I added half a jar of 7-Meditterrraean roasted vegetable sauce and gently heated it up slowly, stirring all the time. Well, not all the time, cause I had to go back to the wet room for a quick wee-wee… I found I’d left the sink tap running! , I’m not doing very well here, am I? I got the meal served up. I had the potato from the crock pot sliced with the beans. And four of the part-cooked mini roll, oven-baked for six minutes. Flavour-Rating 8.8/10. The rolls were delicious! I gave them a quick spray with some olive oil when I put them in the oven.
Sacrosanct Herbert was back to his usual concert of mechanical noises. The tap-tapping with the occasional cappella solo. And it was lovely. Even if I was missing my favourite ‘Heartbeat programme on the TV. Hehe! Played and woke me up, and in came . I was very slow-witted and tired. It may sound odd, but doing ablutions with all the attached Whoopsiefangleploppery, Accifauxpas and cock-ups, I believe, took a lot out of me. Poor old sausage! Hahaha! I did remember to check if she’d had her Christmas bottle of choice yet, and she had not – So she took her fancied pick. I think we had a natter, but what about escapes me… No, it doesn’t! It’s come back to me!It was about the poor . The lad has gone home due to his state of health. Oh, I do hope he’ll be alright! Carolynne departed after checking the taps and cooker, taking the waste bag with her. Nice gal! I locked the door.
I nodded off to sleep with relative ease. But it didn’t last. Back to the lousy fitful jumping awake and struggling to get back to sleep repeatedly! Harrumph!
06:00hrs: Woke requiring a wee-wee; rather urgently. Rose carefully and caught my balance, and over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket), and had to be patient as there was a lot of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling); The were not getting messages through to the brain, which kept up the after-dribbling going for more than ten minutes at least. Eventually, it stopped.
Then straight away, after storing Little Inchie in the PPs, an even more urgent call came – To the . yet again! Bum down, and the evacuation started of its own accord. But no complaints; although it was messy, it was all over in seconds. But on cleaning up, the tissue was red with blood. Deep red, so I didn’t fret about it; it was almost certain to be just bleeding. Washed things, and I medicated the rear end with Germoloid Cream.
Then olive-oiled the ear-holes.
Got the eye drops done; maybe 5% got in the eyes. The rest down the cheeks and somehow into my nose, down through the moustache, leaving it with brown streaks, and into the mouth.
Went to the kitchen to make a mug of Glengettie tea.
The fog was lingering outside, and I took this blue-hued morning shot of the view. I’ve now forgotten the word I was about to use to describe it. Humph!
Never mind, getting used to forgetting things comes with Vascular Dementia, Doreen’s attention.
But it’s hard to live with. Then, after another wee-wee, I got the Health Checks done.
Oh, heck! Back up again today.
Into the Hypertension Two – Red zone.
Ah, well, it has been higher before. Maybe the tension from Friday’s cock-ups?
I was cleaning the kitchen floor near the cooker when arrived. Always nice to see him, even when he is yawning; Haha! But he wasn’t this morning. got the medications sorted out, and Peptac was given to me. We had a chat for a while. Richard got a phone call on his mobile and apologised. No need for that, mate. He told me about his problems with his Diabetes – 2. Nice to listen to him; he did it to let me know others are suffering as well, I think. A tactical ploy? Hehe!We had a laugh about things… he has a skill for making me feel good!
Visit number three. Another good one, and no bleeding this time?
Got the computer back on… and…
Cragknangles!
I could not save the work I’d done on this blog. So dare not turn off the computer. So left it running and went onto CorelDraw to do a graphic for tomorrow’s blog.
Took another wee-wee, washed and sanitised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket). Accompanied by Herberts
mechanical largo of noise.
Made another brew, Thompson’s Punjana, this time, and the internet came back on. Well done, Fries! Got the Sunday blog completed and posted off to WordPress.
The DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) nurse, Hristina, arrived.
She took the blood sample for the Warfarin INR testing.
Lovely gal, a treasure of patience with me, and listened when I talked. Bless her Cotton Socks!
Half an hour later, the Carer Manager, Tina, arrived. We spoke for a while, mostly me telling her about the odd memory blanks I’d had last week. I thanked her for the extra care she had provided for me. Another lovely, patient-with-me gal.
When Tina left, I did it again, and I lost a couple of hours altogether. But am pretty sure I was working on CorelDraw… of course, when I say pretty sure… Irestarted this update, but with little to add to it, really.
The doctors’ surgery rang with an updated Warfarin dosage. INR level is now 4.6, dangerously high. The man asked if I was taking the correct dosages, I told them the Carers take care of that nowadays, so it should be right.
I made a list of the new dosages and planned to put it in the Carers folder, but didn’t. (Dementia Doreen and a mind-blank?)
Later, I found I was being given the wrong dosage, but somehow noticed it? Got the new list onto the folder.
I thought I’d get the meal started; the pots were nearly ready in the slow cooker. And I’ll settle to watch a frost episode while I eat it… not the Frost episode, the meal. An odd-looking meal this one was.
I mashed a whole boiled potato mashed with Leicester cheese. I added a blob of vegan butter, sea salt and a dollop of BBQ sauce on top. A Vegan Shepard’s pie. Three tiny oven-cooked rolls and got chomping away at it until it had all gone. Taste: 8/10. Turned off the computer and promptly .
Woke me up. I’m afraid I was a smidge out of it with sleepiness lingering, and I may have been either gabbling on or non-responsive to the lad. Had the Peptac and tablets, and he was soon gone. (I think). The wrong dose of Warfarin was given to me. (Amazing that I noticed in my half-asleep mode). Gave him the new dosage list, and Ty stuck it onto the Carer’s folder cover. All okay now.
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Woke me up. Peptac served up. Chatted about the ailments we share, and we managed a (precious) laugh or two. Took the waste bags with him after checking the taps and cooker.
. Slept with just two rises for a wee-wee and one messy Porcelain Throne.
04:00hrs: I woke up with a jump and start and immediately knew I was in need of an urgent wee-wee. By the time I’d risen and caught my balance, was joined by an even more pressing need for the .
Grabbed Metal Micky and tumbled my way to the wet room. Dropped the stick, tore open the fessing gown, whipped down the jammie bottoms and tore the PP (Protection Pants) in the process of getting in position before the overly-eager evacuation started of its own accord. I thought that Little Inchie was giving some CMD (Cessational Micturitional) after dribbling. But on inspection, I found the . The tube of Hydrocortisone cream in the wet room was virtually empty. So I nipped to the medicine drawer in the kitchen and got another tube. I got back to the WC and went through the usual painful, teeth-gritting routine of applying the aforesaid ointment.
As I put the resealed tube back in the box, I noticed what I thought to be a use-by date on it. So, fetched the spyglass to read it… Oh, Heckithump! The date was November 2021 on it! I must have used them in the wrong order. What an absolutely unquestionable than I already knew I was! Now I have to explain things to , and hope he can get me another prescription from the Doctor for me.
I had, while sitting on the , got the idea that I was going to get some cleaning up done in the kitchen. But my morale and willpower had sunken, and I got on the computer to get the Saturday blog updated and sent off. I forgot all about having a shave and shower; Doreen Dementia had toyed with me again. Never gave washing and shaving a thought. Now I’m involved in an addiction to my blogging again. I can’t see myself stopping to get a shower and shave now. More chance of Putin apologising to the world and stopping the war!
Took some photographicalisations of the beautiful, if cold morning views from the kitchenette window.
Despite the freezing cold weather, I later bravely took a picture of the bottom field across from the car park. The now ease melting now.
A brave dog walker or two appeared later.
The dogs were lapping up the weather. I think the clear air of the frost makes it easier for them to trail the scents of other dogs they pick up? The two, who were having a sniffing party didn’t stop wagging their tails. Just thought I’d mention it, like.
Got the blog updated and sent it off to WordPress.
Then back to the . Ah, that was easier! No bleeding from the , I’m glad to report.
I got the growths coming from the new potatoes removed and got them in the crock-pot. Flavoured with balsamic vinegar, Ben’s Hickory Liquid Smoke, and sea salt.
Which gives the water in this photograph a red hue.
Then, I de-eyed two baking potatoes ready to use later.
They can go in the oven to be baked… providing I remember, of course. (I didn’t)
This depends on Dementia Doreen’s frame of mind, my not falling asleep on the computer chair, and if I get any mind-Blanks. Or, of course, if Putin decides to attack with his missiles. Arrived, by which time my mind was all over the place. Got the medications done, had a natter, and he took the waste bags with him to the chute for me.
Not the foggiest idea what happened over the next few hours. But I had done some work on this blog as the brain re-engaged.
I’d also opened the Christmas present from Jane & Pete that they left me yesterday.
A lovely woolly hat, a nice shade of maroon, I think.
Still not feeling so good now; distant might be the word.
Arrived. We had a chat and laughed. She took the biscuits from the giant shortcake box and found some tubs to put half of them in, leaving the other bag unopened.
Remembered to give her a choice of Christmas pressie.
Must get some more bottles in.
Made up the ode of the day and patched together a graphic on CorelDraw.
Again, I’m not certain what happened for several hours.
Woke up in the recliner feeling unsettled and bemused. I stayed there, even after noticing that I had still not had a wash and shave… That’s not me usually.
Many hours later, after having a few minutes of sleep, then waking and worrying about anything I could think of or dream up, I rose from £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, itch-producing, none-working recliner.
Finding that while I was supposedly having old man naps, Carers had called? I even wrote this on the memory notepad. (Can’t remember them calling or making the notes?). , and had been.
These are worrying. I believe they are getting to me more and more. What if something important was said or arranged during the sessions? How do I know?I must put these on the list of things to tell the MH nurse.
Yet, I felt pretty fair when I last woke up. And got myself a meal made, although scarily, I do not remember actually cooking it. The photo of the meal triggered memories of enjoying it – feet up on a chair, tray on my knees… Oh, dear! I even found a score for the flavour rating in the pad. 802/10!
I washed the pots, took a painful reluctant wee-wee, had a wash, got into the jammies, and sat down to watch the TV. A Star Trek film… to which I promptly fell asleep when the first set of adverts came on.
Arrived. It was nice to see him again. Sorted the medications, and we had a natter. Richard checked the taps and stove. The lad looked tired. He took the waste bag on the way out for me.
Had a wee-wee (Still reluctant), and I got my head down in a serious search for proper sleep. And I got it at long last. I think I must have had an unninterupted good six hours! Dream-filled mind you, wish I could remember what they were about.
05:30hrs: I stirred, and as I began to move, I could have sworn that the room was full of people who stood around drinking, like at a party around me! Oower!.
The images faded. Mayhap they were part of a dream I’d been having? Or not.
I found the readings from last night’s Health Checks; they were stuck in my protection Pants when I took a wee-wee. (Don’t ask, please!) I put them in the NHS Analyser and got these figures. Same for 3 days now.
Off to the wet room again to utilise the . All went well. A painless, bloodless and mess-less evacuation!
Emptied, cleaned and sanitised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket).
I got some spuds sorted for the crock-pot. Rubbed in some Ben’s smoke flavouring, let it soak in, and placed the dish on top of the microwave for later use.
But forgot all about these until I spotted them several hours later.
I went all industrial and work-ethically minded; when I remembered Sister Janet and Brother-in-Law Pete were coming later.
I got the wines I’d been getting for over the last year and got them in the box.
The top one was all wines. Well, they do love them!
The bottom box had some spirit mixers, Glengettie tea bags and some other stuff; the Dementia Doreen had already made me forget the contents within. Da Bitch! Next, I tackled a bit of cleaning up on the mini-hallway.
Not a hard job. And it took me only half an hour or so.
But Anne Gyna was not pleased with me in the slightest… in fact, she got rather nasty with me. Even gave me a few stabs of pain in the outer ribs, which meant she was really angry with me for doing all the bending down.
The short-lived domesticalisationing period was abandoned after this.
I went back onto the computer and replied to the mass of comments that had come in for me on WordPress. I answered them both. I got a text message as I was doing the comment replying; it was from Iceland. They had some products unavailable and three substituted. Took a look at the email link, and no problem with them this time. Returned to the comments and got them finished.
I had an instant, no-warning arrack from Dizzy Dennis. I’ve been free of these for months now, so it came as a bit of a shock. Short and sharp, but during those few minutes, it was impossible to stand up safely. Mmm?
Once able to, I rose and went in to make a few of Thompson’s Punjana tea.
I took the first photo through the kitchen window.
Then noticed the snow on the roofs of the nearer houses.
It was not thick, more like a dusting that was in the process of defrosting as the day moved on.
I took a few more shots of the streets, ways and avenues housing.
The next to the last, the penultimate picture going downwards… I’m waffling again, am I not? Sorry.
Anyway, Devonshire looked like it had plenty of Saturday workers living there.
The drive lines in the road showed signs of tyre tracks.
Some coming home, and others leaving for work.
The final shot was a great disappointment to me. I noticed the moon had come through the moving clouds, and I retrieved the put-away Lumix camera to take a shot of the moon. But it didn’t get through the clouds again. Grumph!
Later on, when putting the photographs onto CorelDraw, the 4th down shot appealed to me as a possible competition for this blog. It doesn’t seem a good idea now, but it did then.
It was the Iceland delivery arriving. The driver kindly dumped the carrier bags in the doorway for me and shot. But he did first, move the heavier ones, containing the last of the collection for a year’s wines for Sister Jane and Brother-in-Law Pete for Christmas.
The size of the slotted cream shortcake biscuits I bought was amazing! See the comparison of the size against the stove and hob.
I also bought a tub of nibbles for the Carer’s party at Christmas. That was bigger than I thought it would be, too… but not as colossal as the Shortbreads were. Hehe!
Next photo, the vegan stuff is for me, the others as treats and thank yous.
I used to love those chicken frankfurters, but I had no temptations to have any. Well, I did, but I resisted them!
I’d got some Spring Water, 4×2 litres, as last year in December, they became hard to get. So this year might be worse? Sliced Wholemeal cobs, or bread rolls, and some self-treats. Jacob’s Leicester cheese crackers! Yee-Haa!
I got the Friday blog finished and posted. To the accompaniment of Herbert’s clang, tap tapping.
Things suddenly became hectic! Jane & Pete arrived. They didn’t have a lot of time, and I wanted to take a photo of them to put on this blog. Once we started talking I forgot all about the picture taking (Afterwards, this made my blood boil with self-hatred for forgetting to!) arrived. Now I had three voices to confuse me… Then or turned up. I was in a mental pickle. Unsure of what happened then, but I recall going to the elevator to speak to Jane & Pete and thinking I’d forgotten why… no, I’m sure I forgot. I was well-confused by then.
Ah, yes, I recall it now; we (Jan, Pete and me) went on the balcony; Pete said they had to park at the end of the buildings. I suggested we take a photo of it. I did it on the Lumix, and Pete used his Samsung Galaxy S22 Ultra, £2005 mobile
Well, well, well, the internet is down, I’m all confused about everything, Ann Gyna is giving me some… and now Herberts started off again! Never a dull moment at number 72! Hehehe!
Arrived while I was watching the England v France match. We both agreed that it was a fix. The ref had definitely been bribed to ensure the French animals got away with foul and foul, and he booked the English players as well. Our missed penalty, by, of all people, Harry Kane, was a heart-breaker.
The poor chap must be devastated.
Losing to the French is never easy.
This time, it could have a crippling effect on the player’s morale.
Not that France needed to play so dirty, they could have won without the help of the obviously back-handed bent referee. They are a good enough team. Spit!
06:10hrs: woke and visited the Porcelain Throne. A rather successful one this time, I’m pleased to say. Both ends did well, with no bleeding and very little pain. I think I felt rather smug about it. All the same, it was early hours yet.
The feet had morphed a little overnight, especially the ankle ulcers. Not that they were hurtful at all. Just looked like they ought to be. In fact, the bladder was far less bothering this morning. As was , just itching a little, but I knew that any scratching would not be a good idea.
So, I didn’t. But, I went into domestication mode for an hour or so, then.
I took my chance and tried to get a decent shot or two of the white moon that hung prettily in the dark sky. I snapped several shots of it, but these two on the left here were the only ones that were half-decent enough to put in such a glamorous blog what Inchcock Today is. Hehehe! Shame really. But there you go, proof of my back luck. I had a wide choice of cameras to buy and plumped for the Lumix; that’s the one that keeps rejecting any SH card I put in it and fills the viewer with as many unreadable details that mean nothing to me as I can’t see the screen!!!
Starting with getting the bath towel dried on the flat wire drier thingamabob. This was not a success. I’d been all calm up till now, and on the fifth time that the flaming airer collapsed on me, I was preparing to lose it! However, I regained my equilibrium (I think that’s the word?), and carried on reconstructing the damned thing and eventually got it leaning up against the radiator (photo left), with then of the towel up against thereat from it.
My head swaggered with pride at this stage; all I had to do now was to turn on the radiator, and within minutes drying heat would be flowing into the towel on my very-own Heath Robinson-built device. Why I almost went up s degree in Smug-Mode… But…
Nothing I tried to do to get the heater working, worked! All that so-thought-clever, ingenious planning and getting things together had been pointless! & . My bottom lip curled a little and shook. Hehe!
Determined to get something right, I thought the easy job of putting the thick bobble cap onto the stand-up airer should get it dry enough to wear later today.
At least that machine was working. But the hat kept sliding off and ending up on the floor. I would not be beaten this time, mate! (I said to myself…) But, with the help of , I shoved it back on and pulled it as tight as I could on the bendy bit of heated oozyamaflop and forgot all about it for eight hours! When I discovered the hat in a heap on the floor underneath the thingumajig, my language was not exactly within the limits of acceptability.
I was still in an industrious mood! I made up some waste bags, put some potatoes in the slow cooker, and returned to the Porcelain Throne in a decent frame of mind. The evacuation was back to the tear-producing painfully worst! The blood flowed from . I sat there that long, suffering, and I got the crossword book out. I didn’t get any answers in and knocked the bottle of olive oil off of the floor cabinet, putting the crossword book back on the cabinet top. Things were changing now, like my faith and temper.
turned up. He got the medications done, checked the taps and was soon off. Methinks he was a busy lad.
I had the daily try at winning the competition in the Your Area news magazine. You have to find three symbols; I usually get one.
Got none this time.
second visit. 5 minutes and off, he rushed again. Got a lot on?
The Health Checks were done, copied from the Excel sheet after I’d put the figures in the NHS Howsyerfather thingy.
Still in the Hypertension Red – 1, so no worserer.
Pretty little graph, innit?
??? She was not disqualified from driving due to the impact it would have on her work ???
Am I missing something here? Last week a bloke from Norwich was fined £2000, and banned for a year for speeding twice in a year? Let’s save a lot of bother and scrap the speed limits altogether. Of course, it would impact on her work – if she hadn’t been caught speeding, it wouldn’t have? I bet there are a few folks who read this and curse!
Ah, well, evening first caller is due soon. I’ll add some vegan bacon to my order for tomorrow, methinks.
Made and ate a wonderful bacon and tomato meal. Took a photograph of it served up on the tray.
Caught sight of the snow falling gently outside,, and took several shots of it, which I was well pleased with.
In the morning, the photos were not on the SD card! !!! I’d left the card on the computer! Self-hatred, frustrations and bile came up from the stomach… I hate it so much when I do that with the SD card!
arrived. Great to see her again. Got the medications sorted out. Kara checked the taps, and the heaters were not left on. We had a precious natter and laugh. Took the waste bags with her on her way out. ♥
Sleep came easily got the first time in ages. Just a handful of visits to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket), unfortunately, with a lot of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). A few dreams, of which my memory retains so little. (As usual lately) The only bit of one I can recall is I was flying like a bird, searching for something, I reckon… in fields of corn?
Waking up in a fashion like I’ve never experienced before. Details in tomorrow’s Inchie Today.
