03:00hrs: I burst into violent wakefulness. With, or due to, hypnagogic jerking, hypnic myoclonic, involuntary twitching, shaking, and jolting. Even the teeth were jarring, and eyelids were blinking away crazily! My left leg slipped off of the resting chair, and my ankle papule hit the standing seat leg, and the fluid poured out. Over my foot, the quilt, and the carpet. This caused a semi-panic for a few seconds; I don’t mind admitting it; I thought I was having another stroke at first. But soon realised that the blood and puss escaping was hurting. I don’t think I’d have noticed that if I were having a stroke. This cheered me up a smidgeon. Then, the task of freeing myself and getting up from the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid-Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, to clean things up. Took a shot of the nocturnal Catheter bag first. Not much in it, and a somewhat disappointingly dark colouring. As I looked at the bed awaiting its safety bar to be fitted, I swear I moved! Oh course, I suppose it didn’t, really. The eyes are bad again this morning. Due, I think to and or ?
I took a shot of the early, early morning view from the kitchen window (Right). Then got a bucket of water with Dettol disinfectant and a cleaning cloth to sort out the mess, and I noticed how, within a minute or two, the change to the scene on view. (on the left) Back to try and sort out the papule’s liquid escapages. Ended up with a fair bit of bother from from the bending down to clean up. What an evacuation from the rear end this first one was! Hardly any effort was needed from me; I sat down, squelching, splashing, all done! And, no bleeding from !
This time it was for a longer period. I gave up and went to the kitchen to see what was available for a nosh later on in the day. I popped out onto the balcony first, to see what the situation was with the end car park’s mudslide. Here it is. Ten minutes later it was getting lighter, but still raining a bit. About ten more minutes. As I toyed with salvaging some potatoes Removing the eyes from them!
It had lightened quickly and I got a decentish photograph taken of the end mudslide scene. The internet came back on, then off again. I saved the rescued potatoes ready for boiling then baking, and had to visit the Porcelain Throne again. Well, that was different for a change. I took another of the Galpharm capsules, just to be on the safe side after the visit to the wet room was finished. Back on the computer, and got a call from Jillie. Not heard from her for ages, Ah, Christmas is coming. She said she’d try to call on the 20th of December, to see me. It’ll be nice to listen to what she’s been up to; bless her.
The north side view had turned to a blue/red hue. Well, it would do… But I don’t know why, do you? Then I closed the window, cutting my finger on the spring clip screw. Poetic, if nothing else… Hehe!
Off to the wet room for the third time. Slow evacuation, sticky, gooey, messy and even more stinky to clean up. That’s a full roll of toilet paper and a half up to now, used. The Galpharm capsules usually firm things up a smidge. The landline, that was so kindly killed off by the infamous number-crunching, mumbo-jumbo, slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, Oligarchs of , and the none-working Severe-Frailty-Sufferers Emergency Panic Alarm were still not working, of course. I imagine that the Virgin Media O2 Owner Paid CEO Mike Fries a $62 Million salary plus a guaranteed bonus with an open-ended expense account. He must be really worried and ashamed about his failure to get a signal to Nottingham that works and then causing the landline and alarm to fail for the old folks, as well. And still charging us for the non-existent service. May he rot in hell, along with me as his cellmate! Still, he’s a handsome-looking brute, as Oligarchs go!
and a couple of in getting the meal prepared for myself tonight. Although a rescue attempt was fairly successful, as you can see in the photo here on the right. The flavour rating was 7.6/10.
❶: A scolded index finger draining the water from the boiled spuds.
❷ I dropped the stone crock-pot bowl and it hit poor little spot on target.. ❸: As it made its way down to hit the left legs . ❹: A cut thumb-end while slicing the spuds to go into the oven for baking.
❺: I dropped the tray taking out the seasoned and cooked potato slices. I’m treading on a few in my haste to retrieve them, and going close to having a tumble or banana skin-like skid and ending up my by bottom. oven. So, now you know why there are fewer potato slices in the meal than usual. Humph! Then slipped on a piece of potato I’d missed on the floor, and hit my chin on the edge of the counter.
I thought the day was going too well compared to how the previous 1,525 days had gone. Luckily it did not bother me in the slightest. Not to a man of my calibre, heroism and pain tolerance, it was nothing! Possibly? Perhaps. Maybe…
I washed the pots and had a Yodel doing so. I heard a tapping noise from the flat above, so, I stopped the yodelling straight away.
I took these photos, with about ten minutes between each one taken. First straight ahead, the last one taken further to the right, north.
I could feel the wetness escaping from the water-geyser wounds on the left leg, underneath all the plasters, diabetic socks, leggings and ankle straps. This will be fun when the late Carer takes them all off for me. But, as I said, to a man of my courage and determination, it’ll be nothing to worry about. It’s only pain.
I closed the computer. Cursed, and had to visit no.10 to the Porcelain Throne. Well, yet another change in passing mode for me. I’ve had a few of these multi-coloured evacuations before, but this was more distinct and three-coloured. Pale brown, straw and almost black. I was tempted to take a photo of it, but there are limits, even for me. Hehehe!
did the last call. A nice young lad. He took this snap of the right leg after he removed the ankle and leg strapping, then the diabetic socks for me. Oh, the wanting to scratch at the itching from both legs and feet drove me mad! I knew if I did, without any doubts, s geyser papules would start bleeding and leaking fluid. His laughter at my plight helped me resist doing so, but it wasn’t easy. He put the strappings and socks in the laundry bag for me. I did his BP & temperature. I’ll update the list for tomorrow’s blog. Now if this photo I took of the lad, doesn’t look like a younger Wesley Snipes, I’m a monkey’s Uncle! Spitting image I think? I call him Wes when he calls. Hehehe!
How did you do?
Some photos that were taken during the modernisation and updating of Woodthorpe Winchester Court, and the building of Winwood Court, 2017 > 2019 by Nottingham City Homes for us old farts.
Nothing went right much. I left the hot tap (faucet) running, which ran cold. So, no washing and shaving!
When my beloved Nurse Nicole arrived, at long last, I had a , when someone could see it happening.
But what we spoke of and if we decided anything is in the hands of the dreaded , cause I’d be blown if I could remember any details within seconds of the lady ♥ leaving. had the worst day ever for brown-outs… almost non-stop. Some lasted for a minute; two lasted for over an hour.
With buying entire and majority shares in internet and phone providers. Virgin, Giff-Gaff, BT, E, 3, Vodafone and many others, this does not bode well for the pratts like me who have no choice other than to use a company that has the , number-benders and manipulators, smoke & mirrors, with their figure amending, analysation, altering, and their
deconstruction, dissection and manipulativeness of their evaluations and interpretations, which fair enough, that’s what do; but they have in the process, through incorrect communication on their behalf,(Shouldn’t have mentioned that, it will only confuse them), left me and so many others at the aged living complex without a landline phone and Alert Alarm system for weeks! I bet they still charge us for this non-service? And their inability to get an internet signal that stays on for more than half an hour is mind-boggling! Their CEO, who took home a $64m salary in FY2, plus guaranteed bonuses in shares… Still, he’s a good looking Mafia-faced chap.
Not being able to do any work on this blog all day, I was fed up with losing the work I was in the middle of.
I’ll send him my hatred, jealousy and a pain-wish through the ether for Christmas. See? They’ve got me all angst again!
I’m doing this Tuesday morning, so things are going to be tight today as well… Grrreat!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Sorry not much detail, time, you know! Oh, Happy Christmas to Mr Fries and all his other Oligarchs. Hope they have a wonderful time. .
I wouldn’t wish this on Mr Fries… Well…
Crudnuts! The milk was sour! Does Mr Fries’ maid have this problem?
Dank, dark, depressing… A bit like .
No hot water to wash. And oh, dear… Brings to mind!
Pale-skinned suddenly?
The Carers & Nurses’ treat box was refilled. If Mr Fries wants to pop over, he can have some!
New troubles in the lower regions… Left little toe gone all red and painful? Under the bandaging, .
Aha, the snow slowly goes… Which is a little like my signal does repeatedly every day!
04:00hrs: 300ml of urine this morning. But look at the colour of it!
I got on with the blogging straight away… Well, with a few interruptions from Liberty-Global. After about three hours of not getting very far other than redoing things that Liberty-Global had lost for me with their going down so often. I gave up on the hopes that the internet may become more stable. There is more chance of me winning the lottery, and I don’t even buy any tickets! Grunglenuts!
I decided to unpack the laundry from last night that was returned to the flat. Too tired to do it last night. This is how the damp, even wet, some of the thicker items came out of the laundry bag. So, I needed to get both of the electric airers on the go to dry the things off. Got the diabetic socks on the towel airer in the hallway. And the throw for the bed on the flat airer. The socks kept slipping off of the bars. Better check on them later.
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Back on the computer, and took this terrible shot of my reflection in the balcony window. Haha!
The socks were falling off again, so I moved the dressing gown onto the stand-up machine, and the socks to the flat, bent & twisted one. This was when I noticed an odd sock among them. I had a search around but couldn’t find it. Moved the quilt onto the stand-up airer. Folded the seven diabetic socks. And went to make a brew of Glengettie.
Then, as the rain was falling in torrents, I went out onto the balcony to take some photos of the views. All through the glass of, course. Wet or what? Yes, wet! The left side was even worse. The right end shot of the end car park came out alright, the wind was carrying the rain, and the mud-slide was developing rather quickly.
Back on the computer, Carer Cochi came. She coped with the fitting of the Diabetic socks, and the ankle and leg straps. We had a bit of fun with that. Dealt out the medications and managed a little laugh.
As I drank the drink, the tummy really hurt for a few moments then died down?
Because the pouch seemed to fill up so quickly. although the colour was the healthiest it has ever been; I’d say a two on the NHS Urine Richter Scale. 300ml, from half a mug of Glengettie?
After about ten minutes, the pain returned in the stomach. Well, fancy that… The day pouch had filled in no time??? After emptying the bag again, no joking, in five minutes, there were 200ml of good-coloured urine back in the pouch!
Oh, here’s the future man with his torch!
The sun was struggling up from the left. The rain had stopped, and I tried to get a decent photo of the planet. Somehow, it looks as if it is nighttime? I’m not sure what I did wrong here.
I put some prepared parmesan potatoes in the tray, ready for cooking later on. I threw away the butter pat with the garlic in it and shaved some of the fantastic-tasting no-butter butter on the potatoes instead, with a splash of sea salt and vinegar.
I felt the pouch pulling again, and Little Inchies blood trickling down my leg. I’ll have to keep checking the bag for the rest of the day and night. It’s coming out in torrents?
Aches and pains got worse, all due to the bladder and this cold, caught, I think. Closed down the computer early, and got a nosh made. Parmentier potatoes and pies. It was not good!. I overcooked the pies, and the crusts were like shoe leather, only tougher. I actually bent the knife when I first tried to cut one! The tatters were okay. Flavour Rating: 5/10.
Took these shots when washing up the pots. I accidentally had the flash on when I snapped this one. The rain was back again. This one came out lighter without the flash.
Got down really early in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, I was not feeling very well at all. Poor thing, Hehehe! I checked the pouch, it now abruptly, stopped filling, and the stomach pains started again! The coughing didn’t help. Each time I coughed, I got pains from the innards, stomach/bladder, and the already bleeding Little Inchy’s fungal lesion. I tried to drink more water to encourage the bladder to work, but with only having the day bag on yet, and, I felt sure I’d nod off, not wanting the pouch to fill to capacity while asleep… I think I decided to wait until the Carer arrived and put the bigger night bag on for me. I fell asleep, and am not sure which carer came to this last call. But he took off the ankle and leg strappings and attached the night bag for me. This may have been Carer Atere’s attention in attendance, methinks. He may have said he’d checked the cooker and taps, I think. But left the lights on in the main room and hallway. So, after a while, when I realised this was why I couldn’t get back to sleep… it may take me a while, but I got it eventually, Hehehe! So, I struggled half asleep, out of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, wincingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner, carrying the by the lengthy tube, and fumbling along with precious , I had to get up to turn off the lights. Not easy getting back to the recliner in the dark, but I avoided any toe stubbings. Got settled back down, and the coughing kicked in again: 🎼 Your foot bone connected to your heel bone Your heel bone connected to your ankle bone Your ankle bone is connected to your leg bone. Your leg bone connected to your knee bone Your knee bone connected to your thigh bone Your hip bone connected to your backbone Your back bone connected to your shoulder bone Your shoulder bone connected to your neck bone Your neckbone is connected to your head-bone Your thigh bone is connected to your hip bone…🎼
That ditty was my way of saying that standing up and pain & bleeding exited from Little Inchie’s fungal lesion as the tube pulled at him. Cartilage Choe gave way on the little journey, the eyes made it hard to get back to the recliner, sitting down again, and Haemorrhoid Harold hurt and bled as I plonked down a mite hard on my rear end. Then as I got as comfortable as I was going to get, Coughing Claire kicked off, which affected all the aforementioned ailments, plus, the throat, Back Pain Brenda, the leg papules, the chest, the ears popped, the glasses fell off, I knocked the TV remote control… tried to retrieve it, and knocked over a bottle of spring water! It instilled a thought in my mind. I must ask each evening carer to turn off the lights for me on leaving.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – At last, a slower day for Inchy. Of course, that does not mean a lot, considering the previous two hectic days suffered. There were a few moments, well, incidents that nearly got me in a semi-panic, though. The new used ex-hospital bed unexpectedly arrived so soon via Red Cross UK this afternoon. gave way again. She’s getting cunning nowadays… gone are the sharp pre-warning pains that used to give me a chance to get some support held on to. Now, she just collapses. Little Madam! The cough is developing into a bit of a rasper. However, I decided to have a go at making some baked cheesy potatoes. They are in the oven now as I type this blog… hello, I can hear an alarm going off. I’d better check on it… Nope, I can’t hear anything now. I’ve checked the flood alarm, and it’s not my flat fire alarm; that would be very loud, and I can’t even fail to hear that one when it activates. Anuvver quickie.
It’s a decent colour this morning.
Off to get the done.
The legs looked much improved. A bloodless shave! That was done with the feet in a bowl with Dettol and baking soda in it. It was a stand-up wash, but the feet were out of my range to get at. Messy! I had a seat on the Porcelain’s plastic lid. Personal Medications carried out. (Ouch!) Creamed the Excema and acne. Is that a bit of red eye, I see, now?
Snap from the kitchenette window.
Waste bags sorted.
The new second-hand used bed. I was taking this photo when it rang out from the front door. A chap walked in from the Red Cross, the people who kindly delivered the bed for me with a no-fall bar to be fitted to the bed. They have sent one for a different bed to this one. It would not work. He said he’d tell them to see if he could get a bar fitted later for me. It can’t be helped.
Getting lighter now, much later than usual. I have no idea why, but then again, having no idea, being confused, or not knowing what I was doing or going to do minutes earlier after getting a visitor or a topic subject changes is perfectly normal for me.
At long last, I got the computer on… Within an hour of no blogging done… arrived. I eventually got a signal that stayed on for more than three minutes. Two hours and a lot of lost work later, the Liberty-Global total had risen to I was infuriated and pissed off, and the signal suddenly stayed on. Well, for a while. At least. But my confidence was lacking.
I got the largest of the baking potatoes from the pack. It was a whopper! I heated the oven, and my taste buds tingled at the thought of having some cheesy baked spuds! Of course, I returned to the computer and forgot all about the potato that was slowly being incinerated in the oven.
Now, this confused me greatly. I’ve been in full command of all evacuations for at least two weeks and have been taking the above capsules daily. The bubbling and agitations within the bowels continued, but not the faintest sign of any movement? I gave it plenty of time. I even counted the cracks in the ceiling and had a go at the crossword puzzle, but nothing came out, not even any wind! Yet I still have the sensation from within, all the usual signs, rumbling, grumblings and pressure from the innards, forewarning me of a rear-end tsunami being imminent.
Came, and I gave up on computing altogether.
I got the well-baked potato out of the oven, the veg chopping board out, a sharp knife, fork and strong spoon, and the spud halved. No cuts! Then, I sliced the flesh into two halves, husks, left putting the Germolene on the burnt fingers cause I knew there was more to burn. Then, I added some Squid sea salt. Spirit vinegar and a smidgeon of. Black pepper. A hefty load of Leicester Red shredded cheese and bashed it all together as best That I could, for about twenty minutes, it felt like. Probably nearer five, though. Served up the nosh!It’s not the best cheesy baked potatoes I’ve ever done, but that may have been due to the blood from the finger when I sliced the tomatoes. Hehehe!. Flavour-Rating: 8.5/10.
Arrived. I asked him to take the laundry with him, specifically asking him to make sure that it was well-dried, as the quilts would be needed for the new bed. He had a nibble and some Lucozade, and off he went, with the laundry in the bag.
Had a go at taking some night shots of the view. I wanted to take a close-up of a decorated house. Wobbled? Wobbled! And, again, Wobbled! It’s an even closer effort. Wobbles! I gave up and took a wide shot. A half-decent one at last! Haha!
I fell asleep and returned, leaving the freshly done (but I discovered in the morning, still wet & crushed into the bag) laundry. He took off the ankle, leg straps and diabetic socks for me. Selected a drink, had a nibble and went off leaving the light on in the hallway. I was half asleep, of course.
Easy one this time, wasn’t it?
Getting back to sleep was impossible for several hours. Not due this time, too, but the of that felt much worse than ever now. Poor little thing.
Blog… during the first hour, Virgin went down 5 times… On the 6th now, and to date it’s been down for well over three hours!
Think I got the legs mixed up here?
Richard put on the new boots, but without the ankle straps, as I thought the nurse just said leg straps to go on again. Coming back through the door, the ankle gave way… luckily I hit the wall that was only 2 feet distant from my elephantine body.
Kara called to get me to sign that she’d ordered the TV for me. Said she’ll call Easy Link again for me regarding a lift to and from the Dementia appointment. ♥
Virgin went down. For over two more hours! Kara checked on her mobile with Virgin, to see if any problems were in the postcode area, same as yesterday ‘None’? Oligarch Liars!
J Sainsbury Order arrived. The red-label tea bags are nice and strong. Tomatoes, thank heavens, were from the Netherlands, not Italy… PHEW!
Trying some different PPs this month. In hopes that they do not hinder poor little Inchy’s bladder tube. Some baking spuds. Kitchen Towels and jellies in place of cheesecakes to cut down on the calories. Treated myself to some parmentier potatoes. Surprisingly there was still room in the fridge?
Waste bags sorted.
Brightened up a bit. So took these shots of the housing.
Nurse Hristina arrived from the Anticoagulation DVT Warfarin Clinic to take a sample of blood. ♥
Looking a little bleak at teatime?
I think I may have missed some.
Belated evening meal. I ate all of the mixed mushrooms left in the jar, a soya pie with gravy, and the last of the chips. Had these with two thawed out wholemeal cobs.
Washed the pots, and sneezed as I mounted the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, and I had a little nosebleed. So, I rose back up on my feet and paddled into the wet room. To find that as well as the nose bleeding, , , which was also in need of cleaning and the dried blood sorted. I’d better make sure I do not scratch at the leg papules if they start inching after the leg strapping is removed.
arrived to wake me up, and took the straps off. And yes, they itched like mad! Hehehe!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – INCHY ODE From an idiot to a person with cognitive disabilities, I’ve been transformed…
I feel my life has been scunnered,
Plans & hopes, incapacitated,
My eyes have been cataracted,
The bladder & prostate cancered,
But I’m not chickenhearted…
With bad luck, I’ve coexisted,
Depressions I’ve resisted,
Yet the eyes are still misted,
The ears have been de-waxed,
No crimes have I committed…
I’ve never been convicted…
Daily, I get trots or constipated,
My brain is not coordinated,
With Dementia I was acquainted,
Now they say it’s Cognisance related,
Either way, help is more than belated…
Happenings are not being archived,
Cerebral matter is uncorrelated,
Thoughts coming out corrugated,
Nocturnal Thought-Storms; anathematised! I’m more bonkers than I realised,
Waited 80 years to be circumcised,
Thoughts, ideas, and wishes get circumlocuted,
I fall over, tumble, and get electrocuted,
I accept that I live maledicted,
But one desire has always existed... To have HMG murderers excided… The Parole-boarders exanimated! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Five Changes To Find – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
04:00hrs: Woke
Leg inspection. Right ankle inspection. Left ankle inspection.
Waste bags sorted.
The carer called Israel, got the leg straps, and diabetic socks fitted.
Blogging.
Then, the busy, busy period of about five hours started. Not moaning, but I was confused with getting help from three angels at the same time ♥ Missed a lot off, due to Liberty-Global failures on and off all day. Ending with a known total of:
I’m doing this so late on Thursday morning due to even more failings on behalf of .
Up at 04:00hrs. – Pouch Waste bags sorted out.
Carer Richard, Medications straps back on both legs.
Virgin Media Down for hours.
District Nurse Sarah. Checked legs. Then returned to help Social Worker Jackie haul the stuff into the spare room. The social worker will move things to make room for the bed. Grand job ♥
Deana rang Virgin Spit… I mean Media arranged a new contract, and Virgin promised to get the telephone working again, check the Internet, and set up the TV. We’ll see…
Carer Kara ordered a TV that will work on the Virgin system. She tried to book a lift for the Dementia meeting; she will try again tomorrow. ♥
After which, Virgin Media stopped working again.
Pig of a day, but it was lovely to get help from Deana, Kara, Jackie and Sarah. ♥
Confused now more than anything.
Morning view… But rush off, I had to…
Another view. Third, wish I hadn’t bothered to!
Decent nosh.
Mistakes disclosures.
Sorry, it’s not up to my usual standard,
The Internet is down so often & so busy! It got worse & worse…
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Word for today… HECTIC! I was tested beyond her limits, which means I was, too. Three visits from Social and nurses. Helped by Carer Marie. Cock-up with the food order… I have no idea why I mentioned this; it happens every time!. Not that I got anything done on the blog; it was just too busy a day. I am just starting this Wednesday morning, so it will have to be a quickie.
A good bag full, a decent colour.
But this soon changed on the first emptying of the pouch. Bit of blood in there somewhere?
Waste bags sorted.
Morning view. Car park. And the sky.
Asda Delivery Arrived. Bladder drinks, milk & potatoes. Biscuits, bread, diarrhorea medicines. Ah, my cock-up here. I swear I ordered one pasty and one minced soya pie. I got five pies, and they were beef and onion flavoured?
arrived and got the medications sorted out for me. We chatted while she was doing me. She took the laundry bag down for me to get the clothing washed. Bless her.
Nurse Sarah arrived later, and what a visit it was. She wanted to know why the Carers were not putting on the leg straps. I couldn’t answer her other than saying, “I don’t know?” I think I got confused with the bandaging on the right leg when the straps were not needed, and then they were taken off… that was enough for to get me into a bemused and forgetful state. Which, of course, is my regular condition, I suppose. Sarah took the bandaging off of the right leg and left a note for the Carers about remembering to put the strappings on in the mornings and take them off at night. Said she was going to ring the social services about the bed again. I thanked her, and off she went. Merci!
A minute later, the Social Services Lady arrived. Sorry, I’ve forgotten her name. She was here to sort the room out to get me a bed in the ‘Front Room’. Then Nurse Sarah returned, and they set about moving all the stuff into the spare room for me. Not being able to do it myself was embarrassing, but they tucked into the job and soon got it all done. All the things that had been removed need cleaning in the morning; hopefully, a domestic may turn up Wednesday who can help me. Kara was on the list to call tomorrow to help sort the paperwork and arrange lifts. ♥ I thanked them muchly, and off on their rounds, they went. Bless their cotton socks!
I went to look at the spare room, to the stuff. It’ll be fun when I need to find something. Hehe! I’m not bothered, though; I’m just thankful for the help and what they have done for me. ♥
returned with my laundry and hung it up for me. They are looking after me today! Hurrah!
She checked the taps and cooker for me and admired the view from the kitchen window. ♥
I closed down the hardly-used computer and went to have a stand-up ablutioning session…
The water had gone cold again, Boo!
I’d ask for help… but from who?
Phycologist, will they tell me what to do?
Should I pray to a spirit or manitou?
Someone must help… can you?
At my age, I’ll not take the long view…
A sunset photograph was taken. An hour or so later, another was taken. Then, a close-up of the same view.
Started to get the meal ready, and by the time I’d got it cooking, this was the amazing view on offer. I did take another wider shot, but that managed to avoid going on the SD card and floated off into the ether. Huh!
How did you do? Of course, I got them all within 4 approximately four seconds… Well, 4 of them in about an hour… Hehe!
Well, them cheapo wrong pies that I have ordered too many of… tasted great! An overall flavour rating of 7.8/10… the tatties let it down.
arrived. When he entered the room, he handed me two envelopes from the Royal Mail. I asked him to take off the left & right leg strappings and the diabetic socks for me. After he’d gone, I investigated the two letters I’d had delivered. The first one was a bill from Meridian Care. Averaging £249 a week. Then opened the second one, which initially confused me an iota or two… . I could tell it was from The Ropewalk Audio Centre, and I expected an appointment for the hearing test… but no! It was from the Dementia Services Audiology. I couldn’t see an immediate link between Dementia and Hearing Problems? I considered that I may have misread it… but no! Number two in the long list of things in the advice section was clarification that this appointment is at the Ropewalk and not the QMC Hospital. It’s for 21st December, so I hope Kara can book me a lift there and back if she calls tomorrow. The 18-page questionnaire on Home Care Received still has to be completed and returned.
Sleep was constantly disturbed by two inflictions… Firstly, by with his digs at my past afflictions, bad choices and being conned so easily. But he seemed to give up after an hour or two, and hope of some rest returned… But, No! visited me what seemed like every five minutes… it could have been shorter!
The snow had fallen overnight. It was so cold in the kitchen, and my having developed a cough & cold was bad enough. But the heater in the kitchen was still not working! When I put the computer on later, it said it was -2°c (28°f) in Nottingham. So it must have been lower than that when I got up. It’s these visits, as much as things that constantly go wrong, which are doing my head in. Shaking them off is getting harder than ever, and they stay for longer and have been more frequent over the last two days. I must force myself to ask for help with these things. It’s stifling my sense of humour, confidence and hope. Someone who might read this can help me. But then again…
Makes things seem worse. I’m sure that I’ve got arithmaphobia and am not getting help with the banking problems that I can’t cope with. Also, I know one shouldn’t, but I listed my significant mental and physical difficulties on the web, and now I think that I just may have Huntington’s disease. *The first symptoms of Huntington’s disease often include difficulty concentrating. Memory lapses. depression – including low mood, a lack of interest in things, and feelings of hopelessness. Stumbling and clumsiness. Well, that’s me to a tee! And relatives suffered with it in years gone by. Still, what do I know? Now, I just want to free myself mentally, and then the physical side can be looked at. As if I’m going live long enough for that, Huh! The catheter has been in for about a year, the urine stinks to hell, and nothing is being done other than three tests where they removed the entire; let me try to wee manually overnight. They returned and did a scan to find the bladder was still over ⅓-full. Put the damned painful tube back in and carried on… what a Carry-On! Haha! Arthur Itis, the Cartilages, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Hard of hearing Harold, Dizzy Dennis, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Lymphorrhea Leslies Leaking legs, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, the problem with my vision… I’m sick of these things going through my mind & brain whenever kicks-off, and the cursed ever-increasing spells fall on me.
I’m not sure if I feel any better for getting that off my chest or not, which, incidentally, along with my chest, face and legs, have Acne and Eczema. It’s ruining my handsome, spotless features, you know. Just noticed this, I’ve got rid of the red-eye, and now I’m getting a red chin? Haha!
Moving on…
I woke around 05:00hrs> I checked on the colour of the Catheter nocturnal pouch and was pleased to see it was much lighter this morning. Escaped from the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, itch-inspiring, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, not working recliner, and hobbled to the Porcelain Throne, with a degree of anxiety that I may not get there in time! I barely made it. But did make a right mess to clean up after the evacuation finished. Phwor! Worra mess! I went into the kitchen, put the light on, and two remarkable things hit me! The most critical and confusing thing was that the kitchen heater was working! The other was the snow-covered views of Sherwood available to me for photographicalisationing. I fetched and made a start. Sadly, the first one and the few that followed were not too good due to the darkness and my inability to take a better picture, as much as I repeatedly tried. But you can see the settled snow in amongst some of them.
Caught the lights on Mansfield Road in this one on the right and left.
I leant out the window, to take this one of the Winwood Court’s front car park. There’ll be some car owners waking up with their cars in need of snow removal and maybe de-icing as well, and besides. Poor things. I tried to capture a decent picture of Cavendish Drive with all the street lights on. That’s the one I suspect has two drug-growing houses on it. The snow always melts first on their roofs. Hehe! I’ll check later, light, Peripheral Pete, weather permitting… and if I remember to. Back to the wet room. Same procedure as the first visit. Smelly! Messy! By the time I returned to the kitchen, the light had increased, and I had another go at getting just one reasonable photo taken. I gave up.
I made a brew of Thomson’s Punjana tea and got on the computer. Initially, it worked and connected the first time. I foolishly thought that maybe, perhaps had improved their utterly abysmal record of failure to get a signal situation. Within the hour, Oligarchs from Sad had struck six times. Everyone ruined what I’d done! Gits! A blue hue, to the view now for you. Drops of rain were falling now and then.
The carer arrived at 0945hrs. I found a Sister Jane email had been sent this morning. She had received a call from Meridian, telling her to let me know that the carer would be late or not come this morning. It’s unsurprising, with the weather out there and us living up a steep hill. I assume that the Iceland delivery will not get here as well. The roads are atrocious. Carers must have been unable to get to work. No problem with my Iceland order not arriving; I’ve plenty of canned food and frozen. I’ll not starve… or freeze now that the kitchen heater has miraculously unexpectedly started working again.
I took two photos of the weather view through the balcony doors from the computer chair. I felt sure I’d caught a seagull in the second effort. But I’ll be blown if I can see it now? Humph!
Off I went to the small room again. Not a lot was passed, but by Jimminee, it was so foul smelling that I used the fresh air spray in the wet room before leaving in a hurry. Hahaha!
I am still coughing regularly today, and a sore throat seems to be developing.
Back into the kitchenette, the warmed kitchen, thanks to the heater now working, took two pictures. The blue hue had gone, and a fog was beginning to come down now. The cars on Chestnut Way were now losing some of the snow from the side of the vehicles, so it may be warming up a smidgeon?
The mist and possible fog seem to be getting thicker, and the temperature is lowering, according to the MS computer, for Nottingham, than it was at 06:00hrs this morning.
Good Heavens! is filling up more quickly again. The day pouch slipped right down the leg with the weight. Considering how tight I had the leg straps attached, this surprised me. Then again, maybe not. I’m definitely in a lighter mood than I was earlier. Naturally, this can change at any time… at the first cock-up I make, signs of bad news bring back memories of my ailments and/or the list of jobs undone yet. Oh, and if should take a tumble. But I’m enjoying it while I can.
Well, the food is not coming. As anticipated. I just got a message from Iceland. I’ve got to book another delivery. But the weather is not good, so it may happen again. It’s not their fault; I’ll try to cancel it.
Getting on now, better get the can of beans opened and the leftover, just out-of-date bacon in the oven. I seasoned the beans with my favourite Stubb brand Hickory liquid smoke, & it was Grrreat! Tate-Rating: 805/10. Really enjoyed it, too. Washed the pots and got settled in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, put the TV on, and swiftly fell asleep for half-an-hour. Care Richard woke me up on his last call. Fitted the nocturnal night pouch to the catheter and issued the painkillers to me… that’s all I can recall. Apart from not being able to get back to sleep again, thanks to persistent raving away at my past demeanours and mocking my being in my current pathetic mental state. Making everything sound my fault, I believed him, and guilt crept into things.
