Inchy: Thurs 12 Oct 2023 – A late cluster of mishaps!

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A horrible day of ups & downs.
Although the ups were enjoyed.
I was doomed to have more downs.
Along with my having to put the right
leg up every four hours. And now suffer increased
pain when I return to my feet after each rest
session. I’m hoping the District nurse will return
today. The compression bandage has slipped down, returning to the constant, almost stabbing-like
pains whenever the flipping fluid flows out.
Which this morning, is getting oftener.
On two leg-up occurrences, up to now, I’ve
nodded off and lost even more time for to blog
and photographicalisationings.
Still, there are plenty of folk worse off than I.

Eerie morning view of the kitchen from the doorway.

Yet another not-so-good picture taken from the kitchenette window. Lots of lights on for 04:40hrs?

Made up a waste bag. (Exciting this innit? Hehe!)

Then, within about an hour, I had to utilise the wet room and , no less than 3-times! All were under the control of . But were different in about everything. Texture, pong etc…
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Then…
Then…
A good variety today?

Toes & legs improvement… well
at least I got the one remaining slipper on.
Then changed my mind
when I smelt the ping of urine floating up
into my nostrils. So I dished both slippers, along
with the three bags of waste, down the chute.

By the time that arrived, I’d been on the computer for about an hour and had just suffered…

Blogged away after he’d gone, for about half an hour…
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returned, and I utilised the , and took his Health Checks.
Looking fine fettle, the lad is!

Then a major unanticipated kip of the day!
I had to give the leg a rest up on the chair. So, I got into the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, to get some respite from the leg wounds.
I had a look at the Freeview schedule and expected that an episode of ‘Pie in the Sky’ was on for an hour. Well, I thought, that’ll do me, nicely for one of the four hours of leg-up time. Zzz! Nodded off at the first set of adverts, and woke up about five hours later!

Stirred, caught my balance and onto my feet, emptied the . Then I added some Christmas giveaway drinkies, and some AA batteries to the Asda order for next week.

I got some of the cheapo Asda Essential chips from the freezer, and I got them into the oven. Finished on the computer, I’d not even started this blog until the morning.
They looked nice when I got them in the dish and served up. They were the most disgusting, flavourless chips I’ve had in my life. And believe me, I must have had many thousands of them over the years. Urgh!
The soy pads were the same… the tomatoes were fine as were the garden peas… as for the strawberry dessert, which got knocked on the floor, and I crushed it with as I got up to retrieve it, and the jam squirted out, over my slipper and the carpet. Not the most successful mealtime I’ve had!

But worse was to follow! I was about to wash the pots and had to visit the wet room, for yet another visit.
Amazing! Just wind emitted? With the state of my innards and bladder, amazing is not the right word, is it?

As I took this photo of my feet and legs, I got a whiff of urine strongly? On investigation, I realised that the open-close valve on the day bag was indeed in the open position again! The left foot squelched as I took a step!
The last of the slippers was laid to rest (disinfected, wrapped up well, and thrown in the waste bag) amidst a silent chant from me, filled with F-words and various others of a derogatory & cursing nature. I think I may have spat in the WC as well… if I didn’t, I should have! I did get an odd moment of satisfaction as I lobbed it down the waste chute, and with a short funeral soliloquy… of five words. I then returned hobblingly, due to pain from to the flat… back to clean up the mess in the wet room, and then spat in the WC!
What can go wrong next, I asked myself…
I’ll tell you!
With all the hobbling I’d done, was now bleeding. So, I cleaned that up, got the cream on him, and had to change the PPs. Got the old ones off without any bother. With the assistance of , I got the fresh ones on with almost ease. Great! for a second…

You can laugh at this series of s. I know I did. What fun they were, they had me in tucks! Especially the last one, coming up now…
gave way instantly the moment I put my leg down. Naturally, the leg crumpled and being as I’d got at that time, , and with no stick, stick within grabbing range all day! It was hilarious! As the valve flipped open when the fragile hit the deck, with all the mass weight of my cumbersomely heavy body weight and the currently bloated, by compression bandages landed on top of the pouch. Hahaha! Cleaning things up was a pleasure, which I carried out while singing to myself, smiling and then whistling. It took me 40 minutes to do.

Then a dreadful, scary, shocking, blood-curdling thought entered my head… Had I left the taps (faucets) running in the kitchen when starting to do the pots, before having to abandon things to use the , and got distracted by all the , and farcicalness, from when I was washing up the pots?

I had!

Not a good end to the day, really…

Cheers!