I’m so sorry this blog is not up to my usual exacting, scripturally pleasing and entertaining perfect level (Laughter) and short content. The cold had gotten worse, and many visits ensured that the innards, bowels, coughing, sneezing and possibly the worst. Along with the accompanying lightheadedness after coughing. However, the innards’ gurgling, grumblings, and some uncontrollable mega-belchings kept me and the carers entertained. So it’s not all been bad. He says!Hehe! . Not much detail; I must get some sleep to help myself recover. But usually, I’m pretty good at getting betterer. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Nocturnal wee-wee bag a smidgeon darker this morning.
All three waste bags were put in one big one. I knew I was not very well when I found only two empty Cheesy Curl packets in the bin next to 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.
As per usual, this is a poor morning kitchen view shot. Ut a while later, I did manage a decent one of the Chestnut Way end car park. The mudslide just forming.
The rain came next.
Turned up. Had a natter as he got the job of getting on the for me. As he was dishing out the medications, the intercom rang out. It was Nurse Hristina from the DVT Anticoagulation Warfarin Clinic… Gawd, I love her! She did the , and helped show an easier way of putting the leg straps on. Then, the angel took the blood sample for the INR assessment level checks. It’s thanks to that she came at all. Yesterday, she phoned the Doctor about the texts telling me I’d missed appointments at the doctor for my INR blood test and to get checked with my Doctor ASAP.Of course, there was no appointment made for me to have missed. So, Kara and Hristina saved the day. ♥
Spent many hours on the blog and Word file. Nearly as long as I did on the . Hehe!
Carers came and went. Well, did.
Made a brew of Glengettie. I finally took a decent photo from the kitchenette window when the rain stopped.
Cor Blimey, a half-decent evening shot, too!
Better get some food sorted out, then… All Done! Fishless fish-sticks. Anya potatoes, the last of the tomatoes, pickled cooked beetroot, and two bread rolls slathered with Non-Butter butter. Taste Rating: 8.2/10. Fell asleep with the tray on my belly and knees!
Arrived, and took off my ankle and leg strappings for me. I forgot to ask him about putting on the , Tsk!
Carried out the balance routine, rose gingerly, and into the kitchen with in tow. Got the waste bags collated and taken to the front door, ready for collection by the kind Carers.
The stomach rumbled and squelched inside. Off to the wet room I hastened. I was very nervous, thinking that I would not make it in time. However, things did not go to plan. Nothing unusual there, then! Getting the motion started was a long and painful exercise. To mask the pain of forcing things along, I had a go at the crossword book. Then, I counted the cracks in the ceiling and spots of dirt on the floor and mat. Eventually, a grindingly hurtfully slow evacuation began. It took ages and stopped part-way for a moment. I thought something would give inside my rear end, to maybe even split open! The exiting torpedo eventually freed itself with a clunk and splash! Immediately followed by perhaps a gallon or two of stinking, almost liquid follow-up! It was such a pleasure when it finally cleared! I’ll not waffle on too much about these events, just to tell you that three more evacuations during the day and night were all similar. (And the innards are still rumbling) Oh, dearie me!
I thought a mug of Glengettie might settle the tummy, and I made a strong brew and drank it… That did me no good! Back to the for visit number two. I’m getting all behind with things already, having to spend so much time cleaning up the Porcelain and myself regularly. Getting miffed off with these strange evacuations.
The tea went cold again. I went into the kitchen to wash the mug and took pictures of the morning view. Not too bad an effort for me. In the second photo, at last, I captured a shot of Venus in which you can actually almost see the planet! .
I’d apparently done the updating of the Monday blog. It took a good four hours to achieve this. I say apparently because I cannot recall anything for that period, even who the Carer was called. I had to look at the singing-in register to find out.
Arrived later. I was not entirely with it, and I will have to ask her if anything was decided that I need to do next time she calls. I’m sure she rang someone for me… I think.
I vaguely remember taking these two photographs of the view from the kitchenette. And thinking about how unique nature is, producing such views of beauty. While tellurians continue eating, bullying, murdering, killing and hating each other. Just a thought.
I used to take the picture on the right. My being I got the idea to make this photo with the sun out, a little more interesting, and CorelDrawed in an additional graphic on an arm and finger. At the time, I think I had an amusing quip in mind to add to it… but with the attention of , the idea escaped the clutches of my inattentive memory. Most annoying. So, if anyone can think of a funny or suitable quote, please let me know… it might be the one I had and lost? Hahaha!
Challenge No. 2 I took this snap of the TV screen in the evening. A sad, blurry effort. But I thought it might be an idea to see if anyone in the know of British TV shows can identify the character… with the following clues, please. 1) A show recorded in Yorkshire. 2) Character names include Oscar, Greengrass, and Nick (the one in the photo). 3). The photoed character usually wears a uniform 4) A Buddy Holly song, the name of which is the series name, played at the start and finish of the programme. WHAT WAS IT CALLED?
The Nosh! Shortcrust pie, tomatoes, a bread roll, Followed by a pot of children’s jelly. Hehe! The innards burst into like within half an hour! Back with great haste to the again. It was the same performance, be it took even longer to escape this time!
Another good-coloured nocturnal pouch of wee-wee. Hehe!
Struggled out of the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. And into the kitchen to get some potatoes in the crock-pot to have later… much later on.
Barely discernable in this shot is Venus.
Emptied the three waste bags into one. Last night’s was not taken, I spotted.
Grafting away at making misreckonings, goofs, errors, typographical & grammatical cock-ups, blunders, and the usual selection of general mistakes while working on this blog opening. I was so very annoyed with myself.
Lovely cloud formations… Developing early in the day.
arrived. Looking somewhat weary, bless him. It was the last call of his shift. Richard got the ankle and leg straps attached to my limbs. I was as much use a fart-in-a-cullendar to help him. Bravely, he persisted and got them right after several tries. Dealt out the medications. And rubbed some Phorpain Gel into for me. Much appreciated.
Blogging until did the midday call. Painkillers and I declined to have any of the applied, as after Marie goes, I’m hoping to get the ablutions sorted out and, at long last, have a shower. But I forgot to ask to take off the Another from me!
Getting the straps off myself was a painful and risky procedure. But, I needed a good ablution session, shave and shower, a freshen up all round!
So, it had to be done, and it was. Annoyed and inspired while carrying out this task, were, , , , and . While getting the things ready, I got a short sharp attack from The teeth cleaning caused a little gum bleeding. Well, I have more gum than teeth left now! Tsk! Shaving went well again; there was only one little nick on the neck. The curtain rail hook fell off again. The stepladder was used to reach it. Lost a lot of time getting the pin back in. Showering was eventually started.
I enjoyed this. And had no Whoopsiedangleplops under the shower!
, , ,, , and Next, I Sudocremed the scary, blotchy face… , , , & And I took two Codeines to ease the pain. Two visits to the . Both were of a similar nature… Messy! Stinky and Runny… Phew!
View to the right… no, left! View to the right. Got it right this time!
I think came. I’m lost and in a rather confused state writing this tomorrow afternoon. Mislayed my notes, and it’s been a busy day for me. So many things happening, that I seem to have lost more than just the notes; I’ve lost track altogether! Marie got both the diabetic socks and back on for me. It’s a lot warmer now! Thanks!
A brew of Glengettie tea. I let it go cold again!
Getting dark earlier today.
Late call.
Getting the very late nosh sorted, took these shots. I tried a close-up again. Not too good, but different?
Sliced the cooked spuds and added the vegetable soup on the hob. Gently heated it after adding some seasonings first. Taste Rating: 8/10.
Here’s the Fault picture with an explanation.
Belated fireworks could be seen through the open curtains.
On 5th November this year, people across the UK will light bonfires, let off fireworks, and burn effigies of a man named Guy Fawkes. The reason we do this is because it’s the anniversary of the Gunpowder Plot (1605).Also, drunken fights will take place. Cannabis (Marijuana, Pot, and weed will widely be taken. The drug gangs will ensure that the ‘More Virulent’ and costly uppers etc., will be available on the streets. From Glues, gases, and inhalants for the down & outs. Synthetic opioids, pain relievers and anaesthetic-style drugs for the less well-off users. For the average employed yobbo, there will be LSD, Ketamine, Magic Mushrooms, and Methadone stolen from surgeries, addicts and pharmacies. Cocaine, cannabis and ecstasy, along with lethal homemade hooch, to satisfy the better-off students and politicians.The fireworks party will be enjoyed by the scumballs; then, the competing gangs will be battling each other throughout the morning. Last year there were eight knifings and two shootings, one fatal. They will abandon any pool cars, and steal or hijack a fresh one, that will be unknown to the police. A few muggings might round off the evening for them. I went to make a brew. I could see that a bonfire in one garden had spread and set fire to the shed. I took a terribly bad photo of it. I’ll put it on later for you to see.
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05:00hrs: Decent colour to the urine.
I’d been wakened so often overnight with the discomforts. Photo taken as I lay here in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner… coping with the pains as I had done all night from a vicious, obviously upset by something , which covered an even larger part of the back this morning? And as I got up to take the photo, I decided to take an extra Codeine straight away. I’ll ask the carer to rub some Phorpain Gel on my back when she/he arrives. Here I go again, fighting the pain!
I tried to take a decent shot on the balcony. I failed again. Fed up with this! Hehe!
Got the waste bin content into a bag. Did you notice the empty, Cheesy Curl packets? Only four last night…
Made a brew of Glengettie.
Back to the wet room…
Came as I started on the Saturday post updating. He kindly gave me a good dosing with the It’s never hurt before to have the gel rubbed in, but did this time. He got the medications sorted, and we had a mini-natter – which consisted mainly of me moaning. Tsk!
Back to the blog duties, and of course… By the time I got around to putting this on, it was…
The second Carer arrived, I didn’t get her name, but am sure it was Marie, but I’ll not put money on it.
Then a period of determined work on making up some graphics and storing them. CorelDraw was behaving. Much progress was made over the next four hours or so. If only the pains would stop, I’d have actually been on the verge of being practically almost, nearly content!
Took this shot from the kitchen window. It was so Pareidolianiable! Hahaha!
Got the extremity medicationings done. Plus, the eye drops, and painful application of the to .
Made the second mug of tea, permitted. Four… I say, just four bikkies dunked & eaten!
Putting the above answer on, got me thinking about Nottingham’s old trolleybus service. I dug out this photo below, which I took in 1963. The row of Standard Vanguard, and Austin Cambridge black & white taxis against Slab Square. The Council House was in the background. The Vauxhall Victor car, on South Parade, and the West Bridgford number 21 bus, in glorious colours, an AEC Regent Five. The 40 Trolleybus, a Karrier, went from Well Road to Wilford Bride the end of Wilford Road, in the Meadows. Behind the Karrier, is a BUT (British United Transport) trolleybus. BUT was established in 1946 as a joint venture between AEC and Leyland. I actually drove one of these at Sandtoft Trolley Museum years later. This, I think, was the first photo I ever took. Using a camera loaned me by Mr Wright, a neighbour at the time. Who lived with Mrs Wright, his daughter Christine, and Rover, the dog. He worked at the Post Office on King Street. I can remember all these facts without thinking about it… but can I tell you the time and date of the Audio Clinic Appointment, Ropewalk arranged three days ago by my Carer Kara for me? No!
I’m getting absolutely, thoroughly fed up to my two back teeth left, with these visits! Maybe this problem could be part of the reason for the back and stomach pains?
Late afternoon shots from the kitchen. The one below is of the bottom field in front of the flats.
Arrived and did his thing. A cheeky lad, but I like him.
Got the blog finished and posted, and made a start on this one. Then prepping the meal, seasoned the soup again, with the traditional extra-boiled potatoes, and added some liquid smoke and sea salt to warm it up for later. I took these shots of the sky as I washed the cooking pots all bar the saucepan. This one through the kitchen window, it was raining a bit. Then the end car park. The rain stopped for a while and I took this one.
Well, I smell the allure of the aroma from the soup. Off to get the nosh sorted out.
Well, I was in the kitchen checking the superb-smelling soup and sampling some of the spuds from within and noticed what I believed was a fire in a garden. It looked like a bonfire had spread and a shed was on fire! I’m not so sure after loading the photo, though. It came out to be of very poor quality. I still think I might be right? The smoke from the fire can be seen, and I thought some flames were showing? What do you think?
Arrived. He was not a happy laddie. But I tried to cheer him up a smidgeon. I asked him if could ensure that I do not run out of the Phorpain gel while I’m using so much extra now with & both playing up so much. He said Phorpain Gel is not on the NHS prescription list, so he can’t order any. All a mystery to me! Likely it’s all a part of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? I’ll have to ask someone to ring the Surgery for me… and see if they can out the gel on the regular prescription.
called and whipped of the in no time. Then he fitted the . He gave the
Phorpain gelled a good rubbing into my back for me. He’s getting clever now, and he has learnt to ignore my rambling grumblings and medical complaints altogether. Knowing full well I’d forget that I said them anyway within minutes of mouthing them. Hehehe!
Eventually, I got the meal prepared the saucepan washed, meal was served up. Taste-Rating: 9.2/10. Nice, very nice!
Mystery Photo. I can’t recall taking this at all, or why?
arrived. Got the ankle & leg straps on first, as it was a bit nippy. Medications sorted. Extra pain killer, as suddenly burst forth with pain. Throughout the day, I was coughing and sneezing a fair bit. And was causing me to take deep breaths, and that also brought me pain from the back.
On the computer…
I thought moving about a bit might ease the back pains. So I sorted the waste bags into one and took it to the front door.This was not a good idea; kicked off something rotten! Humph!
The rain soon started.
I went on the balcony to take a shot of the end car park. A mudslide building up already.
Got some spuds in the crock-pot to have later. The plan is to cut them and put them in some vegetable soup.
As I was in the kitchen, the rain increased.
I just don’t know what happened here… nothing unusual there, though, is there? I’d clicked on Control I to open the import window, which I’ve done thousands of times. The small selection window came up and, out of the blue, expanded itself to the full-screen size! Now showing dozens of photos. The resize function not working There are no expand minimise buttons on this option, and now CorelDraw is not responding to the corner where one can usually resize it with the mouse! I checked every option I could find and tried a few things, not knowing what they were or meant, just in the hope that I could get the view back to standard size. Because I couldn’t see the work screen to know which graphic was needed while the import screen was so big! Eventually, I gave up. I may have cried as well. I indeed cursed and swore proliferously!
Hence, it is now gone 19:00hrs, and I have just returned the screen to normal. I’m only just starting this blog! There was an option on the page to ‘Hide Files’? But for hours, I was too nervous to use it. Desperation made me try… and the screen returned to standard size? I do feel like a fool!
arrived, and this was before I found the solution, so moaned away about my bad luck. Hehe! We had a quick natter and laugh.
The strappings that Carer Sam put on were holding up well. Thanks to Sam.
Got dark quickly tonight; it’s still raining with it. Again, I tried to get some decent shots for once, of the evening lights. Why do I bother to? Still, the night and lights were lovely.
Arrived. Got the medications sorted, and we nattered while he did so. I also, told him about the Corel Draw cock-up. (Not yet sorted out)
This is when I got the gumph to try the ‘Hide Files’ button. I was over the moon about this, but I am still worried that whatever I did to cause it in the first place might happen again. I turned off Corel Draw and loaded it again; boy, was I happy when it opened the right size! This got me thinking about the belated meal sorting out and prepping to be done. So, I did! Got the potatoes out of the crock-pot. Drained them and left them in the strainer sieve. Washed the crock pot and got the vegetable cutting board out. Some top go in the soup, others I nibbled as I prepared the nosh. Well! It seemed like a good idea. Washed and back to the kitchen. Got the chopped spuds into the soup.
Back in the front room to the computer. So far behind now after another catastrophe. I have to do at least some blogging, or I’ll never catch up after many lost hours. The state of the room hit me as I hobbled into it. A twinge of guilt, mayhap?
The landline flashed. It was someone, a bloke, from Meridian Care, telling me that the late Carer, who is so far behind, had a medical emergency to deal with. Fair enough, I replied, it can’t be helped.
Bet you got it? I didn’t, Tsk!
Nosh Time A Reet-feast! Added the cut potatoes cooked in the crock-pot to the can of soup. Added some liquid smoke. (I put some in when cooking the potatoes as well). Tomato Pasatta with basil and some distilled vinegar to the mix. Came out pretty good tasting for a guessed at flavourings soup. I could taste the liquid smoke! Nice! Flavour-Rating: 803/10. Note the tiny designer cut on the finger? Available via slicing potatoes with the steak knife. helped create it.
Arrived. I inquired if the resident, taken poorly, was doing okay. He thought so. He gave a good rubbing in of the. The back has been painful yesterday all day and worse this morning. The pain is higher than usual? Took some of the ineffective Paracetamols, and after Israel had gone, I took another Codeine. Which eased the agony after ten minutes… naturally it was still bad, but not worse. Hehe! Then I got the TV on and settled into the second-hand shop bought nine years ago for £300, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner.
Three things ruined any chance of a decent sleep! in the lower legs. And . Especially each time I coughed (which I was doing often) or when I moved position in the slightest. Which I did for a good but painful reason . I’d forgotten about reminding to please take off both of the . Hence, was having a ball, giving me anguish overnight!
The balance will be all to pot in the morning, I reckon. (Of course, it was!)
Not one of the best of days… again! However, after losing many hours, having no WordPress help, and Firefox going all apeshit on me, then the interruptions when I got back on blogging, the good old reliable failings from Kept failing to get a signal again! To date, as I write
03:35hrs: I stirred back to ersatz life in the c1966, 300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, with and giving me sharp pains whether I was moving or not! The tummy pains were rumbling, and the unwanted pleasure was rampant! All apart, I assume, from the cold that’s coming on.
Taking off the , has never been more painful. And being on the receiving end of the pain.
Got the waste bags into one, along with the unremembered-eating six empty Cheesy Curl packets in the bin at the side of the ottoman.
Tried again to get a decent early morning shot… Obviously, this failed again.
Made a brew of Gleangettie.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Ten minutes later, back again!
Tried again for a shot of the later view. Ah, that’s a bit betterer!
THEN THE COMPUTER COCK-UPS! 1) Firefox went into processing mode. Nothing I could do, so I left it to do its own thing. Took a photo of the end of the car park. Had a rinse, then back to see how things were progressing with the Firefox… Still working away… do whatever it was doing. Made another brew for the one that went cold. Firefox still working away… I checked on what to have for nosh later. Firefox still working away… 2) Then went on CorelDraw. However… When using import to export, the swatch comes up full screen, and I can’t reduce it back to the original size to see the template simultaneously! Anger-Making!
came. I was at a low point when she arrived. Unsure if I’d lost my internet or not. And as I was telling her my woes… guess what happened? Followed by and a relatively long, violent period of flailing about from a . & strappings put on for me. I was so fed up and frustrated I declined any painkillers.
I took two shots of the clouds now the rain had stopped, and they were a little better this time. Beautiful!
After Sam departed, taking the laundry with her for me, I faffled about trying to cure the problem with the browser. Not the foggiest about what I was doing, and I got nowhere with the task at hand. Eventually, I had no idea how or why… the internet browser started working after many Windows opened that were too technical for me to understand and comprehend!
If I opened Firefox using the icon on the home page, I got a different setup showing. Using the the one in the bottom tray, and I got a usual one up? But… I’d lost the connection to Grammarly! I asked about this and explained things on the help page, but all I could get was a set of pre-answers to dozens of problems other than the one I needed help with. Three hours later… I had to reinstall Grammarly. I ticked the icon to use it in Firefox, but this did not initially work. A message came up half an hour later, telling me that Grammarly is now installed for Firefox. Praying, I closed everything down and rebooted. Went into Firefox, my sites visited, and favourites came up; then I opened WordPress, the one I do need Grammarly to work on more than any other. SUCCESS! By now, the evening Carer had arrived, and I was mentally drained and weary from the constant ailments and pains of the day. Asked if I wanted any painkillers, I replied, just two boxes, please! Haha! We did his Blood Pressure, and off he trotted home… with some treats in thanks, of course.
Now for the nosh-preparingTaste-Rating: 8.2/10.
Tried again to get some decent night shots of the view from the kitchenette as I washed the pots. Not too bad? It’s not too good either!
Well, if a cupboard handle dropped off one of mine, it wouldn’t matter to me. In fact, I have four of them missing… I just counted them! So I didn’t get the answer. Until I looked at this!
Acne and Eczema-faced Inchy, Now scowls more, involuntarily, Living life, unconventionality, Errors, mistakes, made unintentionally, Getting things right occasionally, No… more like ultra rarely! Decision-making, absurdly, For an old man, he’s excellent immaturity, Coping with his immobility, Living with Peripheral Neuropathy, Questioning his own sanity… Recognises his vulnerability, Accepting his lack of winnability, Misses his previous imbecility, Every day, Accifauxpas or a malady, Addicted to his tabatière, His life getting even more eerie, His total lack of any theopathy! His brain is crumbling, admittedly.
He thinks this is a terrible pity…
His life’s getting more demanding, more shitty!
Still, he likes to watch a documentary,
History, or maybe whodunnitry?
It gets harder for him to watch TV, He still can’t manually pee!
Guilt Producing picture of the bin at the side of 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.
“Empty nibble packets from the nocturnal eating.”
Morning view.
Waste bags collated in one.
Quick wash.
Kitchenette to get the kettle on.
Computer on. Blogging work.
arrived. Today was the first time he’s had to do the ankle and leg support straps. He coped well with it. Issued the medications to me.
The Sainsbury order arrived. I unloaded the carrier bag the man put them into for me (they were delivered loose), And got plenty of potatoes in stock now; Bakers new & Anya Royal potatoes.I just had to get some in the crackpot cooking to eat later. I planned to have them in vegetable soup. I added sea salt, liquid smoke & Winiary seasoning. I will add passata with basil to the mixture in the saucepan later. Hope it comes out alright. Continued putting the other goods away. Oh, yes! No shortage of food here! Beetroot, tomatoes, jelly & chestnuts Did well in the nibbles department today. Cheese curls, Vegan Maryland cookies! And at long last, after months of trying to find a shop with them in stock, the plain shortcake biscuits! The final put away items cupboard-wise. Then, the fridge was filled! Anya potatoes. With a slightly nutty flavour. These are only available at Sainsbury’s. Due to them being grown on Her… no, his now, His Majesties Farms.Lord Sainsbury is the only person allowed to sell them.
Arrived, and really helped me out again. Sorted the dates of appointments on the Google Calendar, ensuring I had not ‘got any wrong’. Bless Her. Checked the and day bag for me, and the ankle & leg strappings. Pain-killer & Peptac too.
Back to blogging, but yet again, decided to make life hell for me. If if wasn’t them it would be Grammarly, CorelDraw or Firefox would.
Added the spuds to the soup.
The rains heavy again. Hours later it persisted.
At last, the soup was served up. Flavour-Rating: 8/10.
arrived. Took the ankle & leg straps off. Medications issued.
As my Dad would say, ‘A reet good colour is that lad!’
The early morning sky was grand, too!
Waste bags into one.
And got the kettle on and made a brew.
But had to leave it to get cold again…
Sloppy as the evacuation was, it took ages!
The rain came. The wind, too, but not for long.
I put the new quilt-throw on the Carer’s chair.
Made another brew of Glengettie.
Then, I spent hours on new words to use for the blog.
During which I didn’t get far.
came. We had a natter while he did a good job fitting the legs and ankle support straps. Medications given. And he changed the Catheter Day bag for me. Grand job!
Got yesterday’s blog updated and posted off.
Next. Domestic duties. He mopped the wet room floor for me. Had a chinwag.
Next, by gum, she helped me out some today. I keep asking her to adopt me as Grandad, but no. Hehe! The gal phoned the Audio Centre for me first. I’ve got one of the appointments on Tuesday the 21st November, at 0935hrs. That’s the one to de-clog my ears of wax. She mentioned I must keep using olive oil, which I do several times daily. Then, they will arrange another appointment for the hearing tests. Then, if any adjustments are needed to the aids (and there will be), another appointment to have them done will be arranged. I’m hoping I live long enough. Har-Har! She then arranged for a lift for me with Easy-Llink. Such an angel is Kara. She even put the details onto the computer diary for me. ♥
The sun through the clouds was beautiful. I sensed some rain was due, though. We’ll see.
Here’s the animals!
Prepped the meal of the day. Got two sourdough rolls from the freezer to thaw out. Got the potato chunks in the oven tray. Sprayed the potatoes with light oil. Got them in the oven.
Made up another waste bag.
Delivery arrived from eBay. Dettol Lavender disinfectant. I thought I was buying 6 bottles; the box looked like it was made for six?
Evening views from the kitchen window. No signs of any rain yet.
Got the meal served up and started to eat it. Just started and arrived. He took off the leg and ankle straps. Left the diabetic socks on as I requested him to do… it was feeling cold tonight! Brrr!I did his Health Checks, all fine!
When I got settled in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. It took me ages to get to sleep, but for once, there were no hassles from . I was just coughing a lot, and sharp pains from .
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’m undergoing a lot more daily medical procedures now. After today, I shall have to cut down on the blog content. As much as I like doing them, there is no time to get caught up with them. It’s going to get even more time-consuming shortly. In December, it’s back to the EENT for more Cataract and glaucoma procedures. The leg and ankle strap changes twice a day, relying on the Carers & nurses-being able to attend. To have a shower and shave has to be planned nowadays cause it really does take me two hours per session to get done. So, I have to plan it, if I can, for when the leg and ankle straps are off. Or, it’s a stand-up wash and shave, which can be trickier than sitting on the shower chair, but I mustn’t get strapping wet. The worry over being unable to get the room ready for the coming of the orthopaedic bed gets to me. The Audio Clinic seem to have gone underground. Haha! 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.
