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A quickie one here. Ran out of time, patients, and concentration and had so many calls and visits, but not the ones I wanted.
CATHY CATHETER…
Behaved kindly enough to me today.
Early morning photographicalisations…
Late Moon.
Carer Kara called. Meds given. Tea. Email from Iceland
Got onto starting this blog.
Calls (three) from the Doctor’s surgery about BP taking.
Lack of INR Blood Tests for three weeks? I mentioned
my problems getting to the surgery.
Cathy Catheter started causing problems, and I lost an hour trying to get the tube into a less painful position.
Porcelain Throne activities are very messy. More time is lost cleaning up after every visit.
Burnt the stew and lost another hour-plus cleaning and salvaging the saucepan and stovetop. Hot tap left running again!
I’ve really no idea what took place for the next five hours – Not the foggiest. A mind-blank of mega proportions until the evening’s wonderful sunset, and I sort of ‘found myself’ leaning out of the kitchen window, taking this shot of the view on offer.
Ni idea which carers called… I think Carer Joseph and Adele later. But am not sure, as a second blank spell hit me.
I woke Saturday morning at a loss memory-wise of Friday.
Found these late-evening photos.
The Iceland delivery arrived.
Some of the scribbles on the memory notepad were discernable. Although confusing all the same:
Burnt stew… Made meal with night catheter and stick – not easy, had a few acci’s (Accifauxpas?). Stubbed toe – Concentration crap.
Made meal at 02:45hrs. (but I still took this photo of it)
Back on the Computer. CorelDrawing
Too tired to continue. As I closed things down,
I found a mega…
That I’d done earlier, not that I could remember doing it.
For the fourth week running, I’d ordered another load from
the same place. But really outdid myself this time…
Burke!
Idiot, Tit-Head, Dolt, Pillock...!
Although Dementia Doreen may
have played a part in this error?
The last entries on the notepad were a few naughty words
of self-hatred and disgust (Well, a line and a half, actually).
And sorry, self-pitying phrase of despair.
I’ll not repeat it; it depressed me.
Made worse by the promised help with the medical confusion, and to make sure that this double-ordering did not happen again, did not happen.
No one called to go through the hospital misunderstandings, instruction etc, either. Not that I was genuinely expecting anyone to come.
Had someone arrived, this cock-up with the food would not have happened. Or would it?
Now (Saturday morning), I am not in good spirits.
TTFN
I think you would feel half-cocked with being tubed. a YouTuber of a different kind. Great night shots. Excellent looking meal.
Utubering needs concentration to get right, Tim. Hehehe!
The old Fuji has not let me down. Even when the batterries need changing so often. I love it, it’s the one that Carer Richard gave me, three broken newer cameras ago. Bless him.
Carer Chloe has just been, she listens, a good gal.
Sometimes those older cameras are like the EverReady Bunny. They just keep going and going.
Fuji-Bunny, I love it, Tim!
It’s outlived three cameras from new!
Hahaha!
Hello there, mate! I am gradually recovering from a right-superb case of sleep deprivation. Its etiology took a textbook medical course. I’d taken a shower and decided to take a nap on the sofa, the kind where I open the most-recent New Yorker and wait for Nibbles to drop onto my lap for a nap. Odd it seemed that I couldn’t make out a word on any of the pages, all was a blur. So I told Alan that it might just be a good idea to see Dr. Schmitt. Upon arriving, I decided to try the Urgent Care Center. Changed my mind then and had it in mind that a heart attack might be on the way, though showing no signs of a heart attack. The decided to drive myself to the Emergency Room rather than consider hailing an ambulance. Drove about 85 miles per hour on the expressway, parked in the ambulance parking spot and walked in to announce that a heart attack was ailing me. They told me that I seemed a bit muddled in my talk, suggesting that I have a seat to check my BP. It was 158 over, so just a case of high blood pressure, of course. Something I do not ever experience. They admitted me while I calmed down a tad. They asked Alan and me about the routine at Crowell Manor; Alan explained it. So it were that a diagnosis of severed sleep deficit seemed to fit the bill(um). They hauled in an iPad on wheels and connected me to the psychiatrist on duty. I had a lovely chat with the lovely doctor; she told me it was sheer exhaustion. Imagine. Since 6 February, I’ve been catching up gradually with the sleep deficit. Getting better every day now. Was even able to spend the entire day studying Arabic on DuoLingo, the way I relax, of course. That did indeed calm me down. Now feeling more myself — somewhere on the Autism Spectrum, normal for folks like me. This gave Petal a chance to do some knitting and to watch music videos on YouTube. A grand Saturday, that be wot!
Thank you for the superlative issue of Inchcock Today. Nibbles is expressing an interest in subscribing, so watch for her Follow request on WordPress, kind Sir!
“wait for Nibbles to drop onto my lap for a nap! Love it mate!
Doing a bit of self-etiologing is something I could share with you, Billum. (Such as why has the Doctor told me to take my BP 4 x times a day, starting Monday???)
Yourt famous wit is showing through on this commentski, Sir. And darned glad to see and read it I was!
Mr Fries internet just went down, about 25 minutes ago just when I was going to type in this box wot I’m typing in now, cause its come back on… I think.
Please tell Nibbles for me: Purr, Santar-Ha, and meeeeowski. Thank you.
Grrreat to hear from you, Sir.
Brain Scan next week. I doubt they’ll find one. Har-har!
You’ve certainly are having it rough lately, mate. I shall complaing to sT Peter when I get there… Oh, Yes!
Love to all at the Manor Labs, HRH…
Sorry about my absense there Sir. The strap just gave way on the Catheter pouch, and I realised I needed emptying.
I gave HRH some names of my favouritest singers when she mentioned Queen and someone else. 1950’s & 60’s stuff, you know.
I noted that Asda (easy to type that innit? Haha!) Walmart listing, they had some Vegan porridge… but what a price! The milk roll (no milk in it though,?) loaf that six months ago cost 90p… is now £1.40! The food banbks are begging for more help, more strikers on strike… not good over here Bill.
Theyt should not have got rid of Boris! The voting poll now have then below Labour Party fir the fiurst time in 19 years it said. I wonder if Red-Wig knows this? Hehehe!
Keepeth safe all, and thank heavens you are okay!