
In fact, I lost the plots more often than I retained them. I went way off-track. Let things slip, failed to remember to do things, to think anything out. I lost consciousness in a way and awareness of activities and plots planned and needed. But, do you know, I fretted and got hot under the collar far less than usual!
Right up until around 20:00hrs, and all the worries, fears, shame, self-hatred returned. It was like mental torture, and the Thought-Storms kicked off and stayed with me.
I was aware of the problems all the same, but just didn’t care? If I could buy a drug to put me back into that mode, I would. It was like a new lease on life. I suppose/imagine that Dementia Doreen played a hand in this, but for once, I didn’t mind.
A shame it came to an end, but unfortunately, it’s left me with memory blanks over the last eleven hours. I wonder if Cannabis might help me get that wonderful part-day relief from worry back?
Hey-Ho! This is the best I can give you…
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On the 2nd Catheter bag emptying, I was happy to see was Rating 2: Great!
But the fatty tissue on the feet and ankle made walking and hobbling a smidgen dodgy all through the day.
But, Although I came close a few times… I avoided any tumbles.
Pareidoliaing here with this shot. I see lips and or a mouth in there around the ankle bone? Hehe!
The moon and sky looked blue to my eyes, so ~I took a snap of it.
Mede the mug of tea as I went to get the milk from the fridge (Well, that’s where I keep it – Hehe!) I saw how the moon and sky colours had changed in about five minutes?
I tried to get a good shot of it with the craters showing, but couldn’t get it right this morning. I think I took four photos of it, and this one is the best of the selection; on one, I actually caught only half of the moon. That is due to
Ailments
Just look at the urine colour chart levels. Looking so good at the moment. (Just, mayhap I shouldn’t have said that?)
①: The time lost waiting for the fully-in-control of
③: Then the task of cleaning things up. The water closet was not refilled again. So, I had to fetch water from the kitchen. Not an easy task with a walking stick and carrying basins of water, but I got it done in the end.
④: I managed the four trips balancing act, and I got the tank refilled. But, on leaving the room,
I’m in cell-block Woodthorpe Courts. It was a life sentence. You won’t be able to get your medications; The Wardens have told me that they will arrive the next day… on eleven occasions over the last three weeks. I did get part of them, with the usually failed promise that the rest will be delivered or fetched by the Carers tomorrow – again. Naturally, I’m still waiting for them. The NHS seem to be having difficulties getting any a
Still, it’s much better than them posting/moving me to an ‘Alcatraz’ (Care Home). After I had the stroke, the needed bed space at the hospital, and I@ was dispatched to such a home… and remember many of the events during my 3-month stay. If it wasn’t for Brother-in-Law Pete and Sister Janet fetching clothing from the flat for me, I’d have run out of clothes. So many did not return from the laundry; you would not believe it!
Fair enough, here in the Woodthorpe Cell Block, over the last six months, I’ve lost five bobble hats, four T-shirts, two towels, a dressing gown, pyjamas, and a jumper. But this is nothing compared to the Alcatraz. One week, I sent six items, and I never saw them again! I’m not a lucky person.
I made an Asda order for next week. All went well, but of course, is their habit; there will be price increases and not available to add to the equation and situation.
During the day, Carers Sam, Josef, Jodie and Sam called on me.
The weariness dawned on me, and my eyes were failing again. This is now a hemerine event. and will be, until I can get at least the cataract operation done and dusted.
That is if I live long enough or the shortages of medications do not see me off first. I can see the headlines now: ‘Old Fart in Nottingham killed by the NHS & Parmascist’ Haha!
And I found some animals in it, not saying what they were. That’s because, my looking at this now, I can no longer find them. I do feel a right fool! Which is understandable.
shots of the brilliant sunset as the sun fell
out of view over the horizon. ♥
Carer woke me up. Sorted what med we had in stock. And, of course, no night bags to swap for the day bag on
My estimate would be approximately September 2029. Or am I being over-optimistic in thinking I’ll live that long? Haha!
Sliced crispy roast spuds, boiled spuds, carrots, onions, and beetroot with gravy and soy mince.
I enjoyed this one. And the plain yoghourt with lemon curd added.
Flavour-Rating: 8/10.
But I was grossly disappointed in the lack of sleep again! No pains this time, just wave after wave of Thought Storms. Humph!
Go Forth with hopes of better times to come… Or, not like! Hahaha!
Your mind was over the hills and far away. At least your vitals have been darn good. Maybe the lack of meds is stabilizing your vitals. Beautiful sunsets. Great looking meal.
Thanks mate.
Bit of a hiccup on the vitals today. Humph!
Blue screen back up – telling me the computer id kaput – choices of what to do about it. Ni ideawhat I was being offered, but none of therecovery options worked. Turned it off. Working as of now… oh dearie me.
Cheers.
The blue screen of death is never good.
iT SCARED ME, tIM!