Woke up and removed the pouch. The feet looked even better this morning.
Morning view. .
Off to the . The usual struggle is to get the water to refill the non-working W.C. tank. The latest date for an ETA for a plumber is now in July. Goes without saying, but was agonistic.
Blood Pressure etc., was taken. Far too high! Cara Kara or Jodie? Assessed the urine as a grade 4. And put some Phorpain Gel on my back for me.
Visit Two. Sorted the waste bags. Cartoons were done for the blogs.
Front car park.
During which, thee Cares Called. (In the log book) I’d finished and posted the Tuesday blog. (It had been posted) I’d acquired a burn mark on my right knuckle. (No idea?) The balcony door had been opened? (No idea?) I must have started the meal prepping. I’d opened a can of beans and added some of the Latvian garden peas, and a bottle of Borscht was also been used, added to the saucepan with the last of the fresh vegetables. All together with, I assumed, some BBQ sauce added. Found this photo on the SD card. Unfortunately, along with five frames that could not be read by the computer or CorelDraw in the morning. Format Not Recognised? I think the blanks covered about four hours or more.
Got the potatoes in the oven, nice and crisp and warmed up the beetroot soup with extra peas, vegetables, beans and seasoning. Cracking Good Taste!
A new called twice tonight. Rubbed some Phorpain gel into my back for me.
After he’d gone, I either fell into a deep sleep or
Mind Blank came on.
Woke up at 04:40hrs.
My sweetheart Jillie called on me today. Everything went twinkly. I lost all control as we chatted away, dreaming of being twenty years younger without the catheter. I can dream! This caused very little else to happen or sink in anyway. So a shortish blog for this Sunday. I shall try to make notes to refer to. Goodness Gracious me, it’s Saturday, innit?
I woketh up and got the Catheter night bag off of . There didn’t look like much urine in the night pouch. But it was a great shade, to say so little had escaped, a 4 rating.
Until I lifted it, and it was a decent amount after all. Could have been due to or . But my money was on to blame.
The first summoning to the soon arrived as I was taking a photo of the morning view.
Off to the wet room.
Water containers were all prepared for refilling the Water tank that has not refilled itself for two months, and I have to wait until July before anyone can get to me to mend it. Humph! was in charge again. A dagnab messy job cleaning up afterwards! was in top gear with the pain issuing as I started to carry the buckets of water, ready for the next visit – which you may be surprised to learn was five minutes after exiting the wet room!
This time it was a little more resistant to come out, I half expected a torpedo… but when it did arrive; Splutter-splash all done in seconds. The urine was flowing well. (Stilton Cheese legs? Haha!) Got the buckets emptied into the non-working W.C. water tank. Refilled them due to and her hatred of me lifting and carrying anything whatsoever. I took an extra Codeine and carried on with my noon-working W.C. water tank refilling.
Still can’t find the toothbrush. The session went wellish. Only two tiny nicks while shaving. And, no third time for the head bashing against the sink.
Had a struggle again getting the PPs on. Then I noticed a slight discomfort under the arms.
But the legs and feet looked great!
For the next, I don’t know how long, is mostly . Jillie had called on me. She helped settle my worries about the . Scary, worrying about phone changes and what I have to do to get it done. And booking alit to the hospital for next week. I dread the thought of struggling with this. Also, if it’s going on the Virgin Internet system, it’s more scary. They can’t even get a signal to Nottingham without it going down almost daily now – what chance the telephone? Mumble, moan, groan & hatred of Liberty-Global Virgin!
I’d left the stew on medium heat for four hours! I disgorged some of the veg, a can of garden peas and some water, and stirred away at it, hoping for the best. It looks terrible but tasted okay to me when I tried some. Got the spuds in the oven.
These photos I must have taken from tea-timeish to 20:20hrs. Not that I can really recall some of them… Closed the computer. I’ll try to catch up in the morning.
PAREIDOLIAING. I do recall this one. And seeing a tadpole?
Last one of this session.
Back in the morning with the nosh photos. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Good Morning – Update!
Asked the Carer if she’d put some cream under that arms for me, on the mystery red patches.
They bothered much less within an hour! Thanking her, or him for tending to me! I appreciated that. The affected area was fainter now in the centre underarm. Good!
I salvaged and doctored the borscht. Added some more peas, and got it served up. Flavour Rating: 8/10 A good tasty repast. Worth rescuing; glad that I did now. Potatoes, roast potatoes, beetroot, peas (plenty of them!), carrots, red peppers, onions, and parsnips. Seasoned with a splash of BBQ sauce and the Przyprawa. Out of fresh veg now. Plenty of jars and cans in, though!
I got settled, well partially, into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, testing, c1968 recliner. Then noticed the change of colour from the sky coming in through the moth-eaten, thin, ripped curtains. I Got got the Kodak (Thanks to Tim in New Mexico donating it to me). And hobbled into the kitchenette to take some shots of the sunset…
I’d left the tap running in the sink from washing the pots up earlier. The hot water was cold, of course, now. . to blame! I belatedly turned off the tap (faucet) and perused my mission of photographicalisationing the sunset before it disappeared.
Back to the unwelcoming £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner.
SWEET MORPHEUS – RESISTANT THOUGHT STORMS ATTACK! As for sleep… What’s that, I ask? No rest for the brain tonight! made sure of that! The layup there tossing & turning, untangling the long night tube of that I’d wrapped around my ankles and legs repeatedly. Thadius went on and on and on, for hour after hour. I even had a few visits from ! Naturally was constantly with me… even when I did get to sleep, he was in the dream I had.