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What a rotten, boring, painful, disheartening, depressing… but most all thoroughly confusing day for the old chap (me).
I was hairy-fairy, out-of-it-minded for most of the day. Confused… so mind numb, and forever different things were playing on my mind, worries over the great stack of letters I’ve accumulated waiting for help with them… then the computer problems; the medical situation – Two tablets ran out of, no delivery of the prescriptions or Catheter night bags for two weeks… Then fretting over the water in the wet room not running – the WD tank not refilling… well, it was, but it took 16 minutes to fill this morning, and no water was available from the tap in the sink while the tank filled, then it was barely trickled coming out… Having to fetch water in a bowl from the kitchen to clear the evacuated product and refill the tank. Anne Gyna giving more jip than ever before. I think I must have OD’d on painkillers. No nurses called, District, DVT or phlebotomy Warfarin tests for weeks now! Not wanting to eat, and that’s not me. I think I’ve had enough.
However, the urine was a much better colour today and flowed heavily at times into the Catheter bag. Sorry, but it’s been a mind-baffling day. So only boring catheter photos, mostly. The Mind-Blanks were so regular even I was aware of them after each one (I think), within seconds of returning to my condition of semi-consciousness and awareness. My attention, concentration and brain were all over the place. It does not make much sense even to me. I started so many things and veered of into others – nothing solved, of course, just got myself more frustrated about things.
Sister Jane rang me in one of my ‘dour’ moments. It was a little hard to hear what she said at times, but we did manage a little gossip about the past. I really enjoyed that. Bless her cotton socks. I do miss a good natter! Well, I miss a lot of things as well. Getting dressed and going out, health, having a belly that is not filled and bloated. A brain that worked. The ability to walk and run, especially my hobbles through the tree copse, I enjoyed nearly every day. Having hearing and eyesight. Not having PN… Sorry, I’ll shut up about my struggle now.
Of course, the brain may not, but the self-pity periods will no doubt come again. Likely when (If) I can get my head down, and either Anne Gyna or Colin Cramps – sometimes both over the last four nights, keep waking me up from my… erm, what’s it called… Ah, sleep! Then start shoving the Codeines down my throat in desperation and hope of killing the pain enough to get some rest. Even then, occasionally, the brain can be hyperactive; that’s as bad a sleep depriver as the pains. I do need help.
I can see the future headlines; “Man jumps from 12th-floor flat & lives!”
Just my rotten luck! Hehehe!
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Why I took this, I know not. No doubt I had some witty comment in mind at the time (Whenever that was). Or… took it accidentally?
Plates of meat on the first catheter bag emptying.
Good colour; the bag needed emptying more times today than ever!.
Murky!
Still yet, the Catheter Pouch Fills – Great!
The ankles and feet swell a little, and blood under the skin?
Aha, an hour later, much better!
The right ankle ulcer starts to glow? Hehe! No pain with it. A few indentations in the flesh still. What they, I’ve not the foggiest! I suppose it’s all a part and parcel of the unaccountable mysteries, ailments, phantoms, failings and hauntings of 72, Woodthorpe Court.
TTFN
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. Being woken by my Caring
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added to the list. I’ve never been so miserable before as what I am now.
, has reduced me to an incompetent,
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Ankle ulcers have lost their glow.
The Iceland Delivery arrived.
Got the fridge loaded up.
Pleased to report that Asda has some Sourdough rolls in stock.
Bit of a cock-up with the tray of vegetables. (Fancy that?)
Selection includes the rather tasty cartons of vanilla-flavoured milk.
Now the fridge is really stocked up!
Intercom on in the mini-hallway.
rudely woke me up. Which I was for once glad of! I membered the soup on the loan, and the potatoes in the oven were cooking!
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Great urine colour!
Intercom – why? No idea, memory blanks all day.
Didn’t get this blog finished until about midday on Friday.
Morning sunshine for behind the block of flats.
The catheter was being filled regularly with a good.
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Front room.
Ah, I did the potatoes in a saucepan instead of the slow cooker.
I can remember giving up concentrating on the blog and the sudden fatigue coming on. Making an earlier-than-ever meal
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Constantly refilling.
Carer Sam returned the laundry for me and put it away. Bless her.
Asda Delivery.
No Galaxy chocolates for the gals, no daffodils, no hocks and the flipping kitchen towels have gone up for the third time this year! Huh!
Urine was back to a good shade!.
This is where I must have caught the catheter valve.
The seasonings look well stocked.
Late nosh. Carer arrived as I plated the nosh.
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Course it fell off when she’d gone, more pollution!
Moped up the escaped from the Catheter Pouch Wee-wee, used the speed-mop twice, and a lot of Dettol!
The fifteenth dollops of kitchen towels used on where the urine had trickled for an hour, without my realising it. Tut!
The waste bags with the slippers, socks and used kitchen towels well wrapped up and sealed, awaiting removal.
Much better colour in the next emptying of the pouch.
Bootiful lunchtime clouds!
Car park below from the kitchenette.
Afternoon views
Pareidoliaing clouds.
Nearest they came to sunset photos…
Pareidoliaing again…
Pareidoliaing, a shark or whale in the depths?
Pareidoliaing: Eyes, nose & mouth of what, though?
Pareidoliaing? Erm…
A not-red Red Dwarf view? Hehe!
The Sun’s last effort to burst through again
Toodle-pips!
A terrible photo of the simple meal.
A humdinger of a view! – Press Here! Hehe!
Beautiful!
Can you see anything in there?
Lumix efforts.
See the arms and legs? I can’t now, Humph!
You must see the ghost? Har-har!
Now you really must?
Marble clouds?
Like the surface of the moon?
Lumix shot, see the black spot?
My imagination goes on the rampage for these two!
Sunset finishing
Next night
Oil painting-like?
Afternoon twinkling?
Peaceful!
Layered sky.
Sun going down…
Star Trek clip?
Yesterdays ghost. Taken through
🎶 Ghost riders in the Sky
The face of the year so far… See him?
Moon surface?
Last week I think. Star Wars? No… erm…
Well, I think I have.
Please let me know if anyone can see what I do in this