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  Thursday PART TWO & Catch-up

No notes to refer to, and most likely in chronological disorder. The odd mistake grammatically is possible. Lack of detail as well (please be free to ask if anything should draw your attention). I realise that the 8 Billion People in the World, that my fan base and followers come from, may like to know more.
Either of you, please feel free to ask. Hehehe!

04:00hrs up.
Not much urine in the night bag.

Tried to picture the buttercups and daises on
the bottom field, across from the flats. Not a good one.

Gathered the things ready to go to the hospital.
Got an early dinner breakfast.

I knew that Virgin Media was going off today, so didn’t bother to use the computer. (Not that Liberty-Global Virgin media doesn’t go down every day as it is.
Messy splattery Porcelain Throne visit, then got the ablutions done.
Ablutions tackled and got dressed. 2hrs:18minutes!
arrived and got the medications given to me. I asked Sam if she knew if they had managed to find me a carer to go with me to the hospital, as they (QMC) insisted upon. But she didn’t know or not. I pressed on. Only about an hour before the lift was due, I found out when they rang me, telling me to meet the carer in the lobby.

I readied the stuff and hobbled down to the main lobby to await the lift, and met the Carer.
For the first time ever, the lift was late. By about fifteen minutes, but we still got there on time, because this driver used the direct route without the GPS.

QMC EENT Department
The Carer and I were dropped off at the entrance doors.
We approached the helper’s desk and followed her instructions to the area we needed. The Carer, who had the fantastic hearing, did the talking.
We got into a waiting area and reported to the desk, and took a seat. I nattered to the Carer, who said she is in between shifts. I thanked her for helping me out and coming.

We were there, I think, for about an hour. The kind carer communicated with the medics for me.
Another hour I think, passed. And A nurse fetched me to see the surgeon who was about to ‘do my eye’s Phacoemulsification. (Cataract procedure)
A quick check on the machine thingy…Which revealed something that gave that chaos a grave expression. Danged if I heard what it was he said fully.
He produced a legal document that I had to sign. This said I was aware of the chances of success were only… no, that there was a 30% chance of failure due to my age and other dispositions and ailments. (Something like that) I signed it. They have to cover themselves. That’s fair enough.
He then said I have a hairline split in something or other, and it may be necessary to have a new summat fitted to ensure sight again. I even asked him twice, I think, what it was. But is no longer in my brain-storage area (along with a lot of other stuff! Like people’s names. Hahaha!). I went back to the waiting area, and I chatted with the Carer. Shortly after that, I was collected and prepared for the procedure. I’ve no idea how long it took, but it seemed to be over in about 15 minutes to me. The reassuring voice of the surgeon says, “That went well, Gerry!”

They put me back in the wheelchair and returned me to the waiting area. I think the drugs (I liked them!) were still affecting me, and it took a while for me to sink things in.
A kind nurse came to me and explained that the Carer has had to go to work for her usual shift. No panicking, cause she added: She (the Carer) had arranged with someone for a lift home as the pick-up time for EasyLink had been overshot by an hour. A taxi was going to pick me up at 17:25hrs, I think. And no charge for it either! The tired Carer had looked after me and made some notes on a pad for me – fair enough, I couldn’t read the at that time… or later, for that matter. Hehe! That was so nice of her to sort things out. And, she had told the nurse about my need to get some cash, and the pleasant nurse ran me in the chair to the cash machine, then back to the EENT department.
Where the cab was just pulling in to collect me. A silent no, speaking journey. Until he got on the roadway to the flats and asked which one to drop me at. Which he did!

Back to the Cell… no, Flat!
A good bruise on the back of the right hand. And called Meridian to let them know I was back at the prison…
Care Handover Document.
Eye Drops – They will need a carer to do them for me; four times a day I think it is needed. With my and  , it’s too dangerous for me to do it… that and the taping back on of the eye patch.
I can’t get the glasses on over the patch at the moment. But think it should be possible once the swelling goes down. So my vision is not good. I can see now why they told me to have a Carer stay with me for 24hrs. But with the short notice given for the procedure, it couldn’t be done. I still appreciate them getting someone to go with me, though.The tape soon fell off of the eye pad. I Cleaned up a spot of blood, and Carer Chris arrived. He put the first drops in and did his best to secure the patch.

The pouch suddenly started filling up at a rate of knots, as soon as I got back to drinking the spring water.

Did all the calls for eye-patching and medicating.
The patching is needed five times a day. Chris said for two weeks! That is going to be a tall order for the carers. Still, he got four of them in today and was helpful in getting the patch back on carefully and as firmly as possible for me. Thanks mate. He is aware of the problems I risk with , and , being liable to damage the eye by my poking it. Hehehe!

The one sunset photo I managed. I pressed lightly on the patch to make sure any bright light was avoided, as ordered.

Dark wee-wee again.

The patchwork by Chris stood up well!

Yesterdays bruise.
This morning!

& .
tended to. Messy, really urgh!
Three cuts shaving. Then a tumble,as I bent to empty day pouch. Refilling the WC’s non-working water tank, and started   off pain-giving. 
 Got on the computer determined to get this blog started off.
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arrived. Got the eye drops done and did a good job on getting the eye patch back on, and jelled the back pain. Thanks, gal!

Started to work on the blog…
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After a longish wait, so I cleaned the carpet, net was back on.

Actually got some blogging done at last, and for about two hours… then…
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Blogging and down it went again.
Carer Rhamat arrived. Did the eye drops but not putting the patch back on. I tried to do it as good as I could.
Not a good job. hit me unexpectedly; she sometimes gives a little shudder first so I can prepare for her attack; but not this time, and…
I poke myself right in the cataracted eye!
Did it hurt, you ask? YES!
The Inchie designed eye-patch-erection fell to pieces!
Dare not try again, so I’m working with a loose eye-protection erection. Hahaha!

No one called again for the 14:00hrs eyedrops. But that timing is from the hospital paperwork that was part of the NHS ‘Transfer of Care Medication Plan’. Who too? No idea. Maybe me?

I went back on with the blogging for an hour or so…

Not off for so long this time. I hastened to get the blogging done, but I had to divert to the .
Badgered getting the water hauled from the kitchen to the WC tank again. I keep having to take extra painkillers with this long-running issue. I wonder if anyone has informed them of my difficulties? (I am a fool!)

Back on with this blog. I managed a good 20 minutes before…
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I got the laundry bag checked and ready. And…
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Bending down and lost my balance.
The eye patch was knocked off, and the already bruised right hand hit the door frame as I grabbed at it after dropping .

This was a l.ow point! Hahaha!
I’m struggling to get things done here. Had I had help to replaster the eye patch from someone who could look at what they were doing, it may have survived the clout intact. But this is all conjecture. As soon as I find out what conjecture means, I’ll let you know. I struggled to get some sort of protection, as the pain from the self-inflicted prod in it continued… But, of course, it didn’t bother a man of my calibre in the slightest. No feeling sorry for myself, snivelling, swearing or self-pity; oh, no.
I had another go at securing the lens cover…
Meanwhile…

Went into the kitchen to use the light to see and took this view of the scenery.

I managed to get the lens cover secured, but it looked a little rough around the edges. More importantly, I’d used a lot of the tape and may run short now! ARGH!
Look s like I may have hit the head on the tumble as well?

I gave up blogging when…
I’m in pain.
Frustrated!
Annoyed!
And the thought of taking off the protection for the next Carer to put eye drops in, is somehow bothering me?
No idea why?

Got  the email prepared. It looked good and tasty to me.
Then I tried it… Oh, dear! The peas were good… That’s all!
Flavour Rating 1./10. The worst in many a month!

Went to throw most of the meal away and get the pots washed. Caught the end of the sunset.

Evening all!