Inchie: Friday 14th July 2023 – A Painful One

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A terribly painful day. The left hip, mystery rib-stabbing pains; left and right today! The infected right leg looked so much calmer and had never been so painful.
Three Porcelain Throne visits, every one of them Trotsky Terence controlled. (It didn’t half take me a lot of time to clean up after each call!)
Worry over the changed Cataract procedure day; it’s now next Wednesday. Getting a lift rearranged, me forgetting if the booking has been made or not…
Letter from the Doctors, casually telling me to call and book an appointment for my flu jab. How? When? This means begging the Carers to phone them and the Easy-Link for me.
Also, about the penicillin running out. Carer Richard told me to call the doctor to get some more. Carer Kara spent a few minutes helping me, but I’ve lost memory of what she said now. Letters from National Insurance, the bank, and Virgin all need help for me to grasp what needs doing for each one.
This is worrying. I’m not coping very well.
Yet, I can do my stupid odes & blog. But they take so long nowadays to get done.
I keep having problems with the neurotransmitters failing, dropping things more often, and making even more cock-ups on the programmes WordPress, MS Word & Excel & CorelDraw, which costs me more time than I haven’t got. The thought of having to give up the blog sickens me.
But the constant pains today have blocked me from working things out. And, of course, Liberty-Global Virgin Media is ever going down. I just can’t get any help with this.
The British Gas keep telling me to send them a reading, but I can’t understand when I open the box, there are two readings, which do they want? I’ve asked the Warden and all the Carers, but none of them know about this problem?
I thought about ringing the Dementia or Social Services. But will I be able to hear what they say? I’ve got so many cataract procedures and test coming up. A DVT vein procedure,
and want to get to the call-in centre if the leg injury infection doesn’t ease off soon. I’d hooped the NHS falls team would have been advised by someone of my four falls in four days last week.
That spilt out, didn’t it?
Sorry about that, but I am getting desperate for help.

On with the condensed detail-wise blog…
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Night Pouch.

Waste bags made up.

Photo of yesterday’s meal found.

YESTERDAY’s PAREIDOLIA PHOTO
I spotted another option: Maybe the ball-shaped cloud was from an alien craft and had just dragged France in the ball to take it home and study it? Hehe!
Many failures in the first hour and a half…

Despite the occasional agony from the infected right leg wound, the feet and legs looked calmer?

View from the computer desk through the balcony.

I went onto the balcony, and the mudslide shot first.
Then the front car park.

3-hours later, the failures were at…

The pains persisted in my right leg.
Walking was difficult, especially if the hip.
It was playing up at the same time.
Inside of the limb.
With my leg turned in… I’ll not try doing
that again. Hehe! An odd swelling coming
up now on the ankle? Still, it does look pretty.

A good downpour late in the afternoon.

Early Nosh Sorted Out
With a special self-treat to follow…
Vegan Icecream! I added some delicious
mild Polish raspberry juice.
And very nice too! Not overstrong, perfect!

Total failure count, as of now, only…

Much of today was lost to my mind.
But all I can be sure of happening,
with the aid of a few scribbled notes,
and these photographs helped.

TTFNski & Keep Safe, Please!