Day: 21 June 2023

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Crap!

I do believe the taste buds are rejuvenating at last.
Not completely, but this nosh was okay tasting.
Flavour-Rating: 6/10.

Back to computing:

As the slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, Oligarchs at Virgin Media were continuing with their destruction of various internet companies, presumably, they will get one to work one day, and all the others will fail as well; all a part of ulterior motive I mentioned earlier; I stood up from the swivel chair, grabbed at , and I missed…
Then in an instant a courtesy of 
performed, and simultaneously, the left water-filled leg lost all sense of feel, and I collapsed backwards. Missed the arm of the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner that I’d hoped would help me avoid a tumble but unfortunately, and , a cracker it was, too. My arm went down twixt recliner and the ottoman, () my body was supposed to turn right to get at the cushions to fall on – but no! saw to that. Due to the left leg giving way, I spun to my right, taking everything with me from the ottoman top, on my way down to fall flat on my back, landing with a thud, and banging my arm, chin, goolies and face en route… and in the immediately after landing – I could smell the laundry softener in the bag, as it burst open. I lay there twixt what I found to be: the torch, TV remote, four one-litre bottles of soda, two tonic water, and one of spring water… some even underneath me. A burst-open bag of cheesy curls, one pair of scissors and a written bill notification for £800 plus from the carers. Most painful!

How did I know what flotsam and jetsam there were? I’ll tell you because I had four hours of being unable to move, because of the pain from the hit cheek, teeth and head and agony coming from ! Then, . As mobility slowly returned I had a look around while waiting for the ambulance

Now what do I do? Well, obviously, press the panic alarm button on my wrist – so I did! This did not work very well, due to the sender, me, being flat on the floor in great discomfort, and the machine with an upward facing speaker four feet higher than I was, and me partially deaf, I struggled to hear what the lady was saying. I tried to explain that I only need assistance to get up. But it seems she rang for an ambulance, and kindly stayed monitoring the line. Saying to shout out if had any problems. I was really tempted to tell her all of my ailments by name, mention Liberty-Global internet crap, the bank not sorting my money leakage, Nottingham City Homes keeping me waiting to have the non-filling W.C. water tank and the none-running cold water tap in the sink, for nearly four months now, and giving agony having to drag water in buckets to refill the tank every time I go for a dump. The high cost of food and electricity… I had plenty of time to recall them, as I lay there unable to move, purely due to the pain when I tried to.

After two hours, the kind lady checked me a few times; bless her; I think the lady said she was putting me through to another lady; she is ending her shift. I thanked her and welcomed the new lady. At long last, I could lift the swollen left leg up a bit and tried to turn over, in readiness to see if I could get into a position to try and get on my knees. But, it was still too painful.
I worked out that when things eased, the best way to get to the picker-upperer so that I could maybe get the chair moved, so I can see the clock. In sheer frustration, I gritted my teeth again 3½hrs or so after taking the tumble. The bruised knee was bad, but other areas were less severe… a few arghs, and o’oerrs later, not to mention a fair bit of cursing, and lots of bravery and heroism (Hehe!), I’d got up on my knees. Hoping that the Catheter bag would not split… I tested the recliner arm for sufficient sturdiness, was used; one almighty effort later, I was back on my feet!

The left leg seemed to be back as it was before it collapsed on me. I had a similar happening when I had the stroke, but that was far worse. I hope I didn’t just have one again. I’m sure it wasn’t, cause within minutes of rising on feet to my magnificent full 5″2⅗’, most things rapidly eased. Not the back mind.

I informed the nice lady who was still monitoring me.
She cancelled the ambulance for me. Thanking you!

I cleaned up the mess made and spilt. And got the computer on…
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Liberty-Global are more persistent than Putin!

Tidied up the Catheter.
Left leg fast filling up again – Oh, dearie me!

Carer Chris came after I’d finished everything.
Eye drops and painkillers. No Phorpain or Peptac was offered.
But that suited me. I took an extra naughty Codeine, cause the back is still cruelly hurtful!

Nipped into the kitchen to take this shot.
I love these brown nights.
I was going to get on with this blog, but…

Aching a bit now…

Found I’d started my

Cleaning that up, I found that poor things, also bleeding!

Bed down in search of sleep around 02:15hrs.

Don’t want a day like this again!

TTFN