
No one can get through to them to find out about the three appointments that are supposedly being made for me. My worry there is that they have been made, and on a bad day, I may not have understood what it was in the letter? (Memory Blanks?) Relying on Carer Kara to make sure the arrangements are made for a lift to the QMC for the eyes, and when we find out whether the appointments have been made yet or not, to the Audio Centre on the Ropewalk. No Warfarin INR blood tests were done by the haematology nurse for three weeks, but I have had a message telling me so and to go to the Doctor for a blood test. I’m not sure how they expect me to get there… cause if I could get an appointment, you can guarantee it will clash with one of the other medical appointments! Those that are already made, but no lifts are arranged for them. Plus, for those whom I am waiting to arrive… but cannot get through on the phone to ask the Audio Centre, three Carers have tried for me as well. But without any luck.
The District Nurse has done her best for me today. She suggested it might be easier to move something into the spare (bed) room and put the bed in the main room. Which I thought was a brilliant idea. Then I stand much more chance of hearing the fire alarm and door chimes than in the spare room! The nurse will call Sarah, who refused to order the bed until I got it sorted and cleared out first, which I tried to do. Took a tumble in doing so and got told no bending or lifting is allowed now!
To see if any help is available. I cannot get through to the Age UK number ever. Three carers tried for me, bless them, but they all got cut off. Shaq is not sure if a message he left got through to them for me or not.
Then again, it could be my Cognisant Impairment Iris playing a part in all this confusion?
I’m struggling with things now.
That’s my little chunter over, then.
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Serves me right; look at the blood in that!
Yes, the District Nurse arrived. (See intro)
Carer Marie, Kara and Israel today.
Israel did the last two. Took off the straps,
Painkillers and Peptac were given.
The night bag was attached!
TTFN
Her reasons for rejection were rather nice, but heartbreaking all the same. Good work finding the five differences. Nice night shots. You made short work of that meal.
Cheers, Tim.
The stuff you have to do is extensive, a bit like preparing for mountaineering.
It is frustrating at times, mate. But only every day. Hehehe!
Hope your keeping well, Paul.
I am well, I guess I’m conscious of enjoying my health while I can … I hope you can be in a better place ahead.
Thanks, Paul.
I’ve got to put up with many of the ailments. The PN with all his attentions (Leg Dances, loss of feeling sensations etc.) is only getting worse, nowt to be done about dying neurotransmitters. The bladder has no chance of working again. (They told me on Tuesday) Going on the 20 or 21st to have the Cataracts and Glaucoma examined again. So, hope there. Colin Cramps, Arthur Itis, Cartilages Chloe and Carole not been checked out yet, awaiting appointments. As with Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger.
Slight progress on the hearing aids and new tests. Shaking Shaun and Lymphorrea Leslie seem to be responding to the treatment, fingers crossed.
I waffled on there a bit, sorry.
I think I appreciated things health-wise especially in my forties, the ticker failing put an end to squash, & badminton twice a week. Downhill from there on. Hehe!
Thanks, Paul.
🙂 I gave up badminton and squash in my forties, I was out of puff. What a list mate!
Thanks, Paul. I think I did about the same age too, Paul. But that was because I’d been made redundant, and was working for agencies. Never knew if or where I’d be working, all on a minimum wage of course. This morning (Sat) its Trotsky Terence, Dizzy Dennis & Shaking Shaun in charge… up to now. Hehehe!
I wonder – there’s probably a Gilbert and Sullivan in this.
Hahaha!
🙂
You take care of yourself, Lovey! <3
I so wish I could, Rachel my petal.
embarrassing at times with Carers.
I asked one if she would adopt me a second grandad… Hahaha!