06:35hrs: Up and removed the nocturnal night pouch from the day pouch on my left leg. Read the contents label. It showed that 500ml of urine had been passed in a few hours of kip.
An early Blue-Hue shot. I seem to have taken two? Nobody told me. Hehe!
Wet room to get a wash and empty the half-full already day pouch.
Carer Christopher arrived and spent the rest of the day thinning I’d had a wash & shave. But, of course, the slightest distraction from the job in hand, always comes with the risk of forgetfulness.
Christopher has a new yellow bobble hat on. I resisted making any comments of a humorous nature. I liked it, and was jealous! Haha! Chris took a couple of shots of the ailments of the morning. The waste bag, the catheter, always filling faster than Rishi, is losing votes. Chris & her swollen knee for me, bless him. I got the diabetic socks fitted and medications issued.
The urine bag filled quickly again, and the colour didn’t look very good this time.
A bit of red joined the blue hue!
I got the computer going, and I had to empty the flipping pouch again. It was really full this time. I didn’t take a photo, being in a rush to get to the WC, in case it shot all over when I released the valve. Using the WC in the wet room did not turn out to be a good idea! I got into the room, emptied the pouch without any bother, felt a little smug about that… then washed my hands and turned… walking straight into the edge of the door I’d left open. Hitting the chin and shoulder at the same time. Tut! Needless to say, but I will, this set off . I am typing for the rest of the day… well, most of it. It is hard to concentrate, but it is easy to make mistakes. Of course, putting Phorpain gel on the shoulder, dropping the tube and treading on it, squirting most of the contents sell over my legs and the wet room floor, my two odd slippers ageing a stickiness and spreading it about so had to be taken off… then the flaming started as I bent down to pick them up for cleaning, didn’t have me swearing, cursing or anything thing like that, whatsoever. I was cool, calm and collected about the incidents.
I decided, rather sillily, to make an order for Iceland for the following Monday or Tuesday. I’ll check… It was Tuesday. Regarding paying, it went through the confirmation routine, and the bank sent an email;l with a one-off code to use… !!! Could I find my 1986 bought mobile phone? No! I couldn’t even hear if it was sounding. A semi-panic mode was engaged. I searched all over but without luck for half an hour or so. The code usually has to be used within so many minutes, and the time had run out long before I eventually came across the mobile. It was straight in front of me under the computer. But with my eyesight so bad, I did not see it until after searching the drawers and coat pockets and deciding to cancel the order; I found it when I got back to the computer. I tried again to pay, and sent another text message, this time I succeeded in paying up. Whether I blamed Cogniscent Impairment Iris, the waiting to have the Cataracts and Glaucoma Gladys done again, or just blamed my stupidity, it didn’t matter. I was feeling a little low again!
Yet another need to empty the pouch! How come this is happening when I’d not been drinking very much at all? Far short of requirements anyway.
I decided to make a brew of Glengettie tea. I opened a packet of the new large cookies with white chocolates on the top and black chocolate bits inside. They were far too sweet for me. Humph!
Took this shot from the computer chair. I continued making mistake after mistake and errors in typing on the computer. I’ve known for months that this was going to come as Peripheral Pete and the dying neurotransmitters got worse. But it was still a shock to find myself struggling so much. Now I’ll have to cut back on the blogging, no choice. So sad!
Off again. Still too dark as well.
I’m going to get some nosh sorted out. I’ll do some CorelDawing while it cooks.
I must get some size 8 slippers ASAP.
Another tsunami and the last two odd slippers that I have to wear will not be up to withstand another washing machine job.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – In 10 Seconds? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I woke up at 06:00hrs and fought to get back to sleep. Finally, I drifted off… only to be woken up at 07:10hrs by Carer Maryam arriving. I took off the night pouch. Medications were issued, and off she trotted.
I trotted to the wet room…
I took two-morning view shots. A blue hue again.
Made a potent brew of Glengettie tea.
Made a start on the blogging, and an hour or so later… took a snap of the bluer-than-ever sky.
To the wet room for a wash. Again!
The sky getting lights now.
Back on the computer.
I got this from WordPress via email. Anyone else got one? Beats me!
The day bag was once again filling rapidly.
I went to get the kitchen sink & floor cleaned… Dropped the mop, and as I bent to retrieve it, had me on the floor on my knees in a flash, and a kicked in at the same time. These ailments are getting cunning now! By the time I’d crawled to the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner, and got myself back up on my feet, it took an awfully long time. It confused me as to how it happened; what brought it on? I got the knee Germolened and had forgotten all about the cleaning up I was doing, and got back on the computer. Hours later, at about 10:00hrs, it dawned on me that I’d ordered the Morrison’s delivery to come twit 08:00hrs>09@00hrs. I had to empty the bladder bag again…
Unfortunately, this was when the delivery from Morrisons was due to arrive. I was in a bit of a state of pain and confusion. I had to crawl to the front room and get up on my feet using the recliner, but this took a long time, and I forgot about the delivery due. I cleaned and Germolened the knee injury, just a scrape. Took an extra Codeine and onto the computer. Saw an email telling me it was due, and this was 2 hours after the time given. Panic set in… I rang Obergruppenfurheress Deana to ask for help calling Morrisons. I got a not available message. I was hoping that Carer Kara would come next. I got contact numbers off the internet for Morrisons cause I was sure that the delivery had come, but I could not get through on the intercom… with me spread-eagled on the floor, I wouldn’t have heard the weak chime anyway. Carer Maryam arrived. I got the contact number written down along with the order reference ready and asked her to ring the number for me after explaining my predicament. She got a ‘You’ve dialled the wrong number message.’ And she had to go to get her other duties tended to. Now, this was getting to me. The 0345 322 0000 number Maryham had rang failed. So I did another search and found 0345 611 611, listed as customer services, so I rang it. The line was pretty clear, and I got most of what the lady said without asking her to repeat it too many times. Told her of my woes and gave her the order number and postcode. During the recorded music while she investigated for me, I got an email from Morrisons, giving me this number to ring, as the delivery could not be made or entry gained by the driver. With Stuttering Stephanie in attendance, I mentioned this email to the lady when she returned. They will deliver the order later today, at around 15:00hrs, today. Smashing!
It didn’t happen like this, of course. I found that 0345 calls from landlines are typically charged up to 65p per minute. And Maryham and I must have been on the lines for a total of 3/4 of an hour. Oh, dearie me! I picked this little snippet up while searching for a contact number: Back in 2021, private equity giant Clayton Dubilier & Rice (CD&R) paid £7bn to acquire Morrisons, with the deal finalised before the steep hike in interest rates. I’m waiting for the delivery and hoping I do not have another tumble before they arrive. Humph!
I tried several times to get to Josie today. All failed. I am worried now; I’ll ask the morning Carer if she is okay. My EQ tells me she will not be. Fingers crossed!
I sorted the waste bins out. Nibbling guilt again? More wee-wee escaped of its own accord. The sun came out – then back in again. I took this artistic close-up shot. Bad full again!
Got a call on the mobile. Morrisons told me the man would be with me in 15-30 minutes. And to keep an eye out for him, which is impossible. If I go to the balcony to keep an eye out, and he’s at the foyer doors, I cannot hear the intercom if it goes off.
Carer Kara called. Sorted some paperwork for me. But I was nervous about concentrating on the finances in case I missed the Morrison man due in ten minutes. But he did not come; at least I didn’t hear him.
Another phone call, the delivery will arrive in 15 minutes. We’ll see, I thought. Not that it is Morrison’s fault, but the Accifauxpa caused me to miss the original delivery. Let’s face it: what with the Catheter bag leaking yesterday and now the tumble? What can I get wrong next? I’ll tell yer…
I kept having a quick look out of the balcony and saw an Asda van parked up – ensured that I made this error. I rang Warden Julie, and while explaining my accident and the confusion… I realised that it was not Asda but Sainsbury’s that was overdue! I think she thought something like; Hehehe! But she was patient with me. ♥ I got nothing done on the blog, as I was now staying in the hallway, which I hoovered all the time, just in case the intercom rang. I think An hour passed, and the evening Carer, Christopher, turned up at about 17:15hrs.
The mobile chimed again while he was here, and I could not understand what the caller was saying, so my mate took the call. Chris said the driver was calling, and he’d gone to the wrong floor. It was the Asian chap who delivered the last JS order. A grand patient lad. He and Chris put the goods into carrier bags and left them in the hallway. And the kitchen.
I needed to sit down for a few minutes. Chris left with the driver, and I settled for a bit of rest… But, No! Three failures, and now the innards were beginning to give me some gyp! Fancy that!
Fish week, by the look of it? A bit of lamb crept in there. False surimi prawns, fishcakes of three types… Yes, another cock-up with my ordering! And two brands of surimi sticks. Having them tonight… although it will probably be morning by the time I get them. Vegetable Risotto meals, cobs, bread, cheapo cooking bacon, but no milk. Due to one of my famous mistakes or not, I know not.
I got on the computer for a few hours at long last. I’m now going to get something to eat.
Oh, nearly forgot to put the quiz thingy on…
The Friday Fish Treat Well, most of it was… The Surinami sticks were terrific. As were the beetroot and garden peas. The Morrisons’ smoke haddock fishcakes and battered hake were not so good. I had to abandon eating these fishcakes; they were bland and tasteless!
Here I go again… Mid-eating, I had to stop to empty out my pouch yet again. Got the pots washed, and I got back into the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner. Turned on the TV. Nodded off, then woke every few minutes, so I gave up and settled to sleep. Nodded off, then woke every few minutes…
To say that I was overly miffed and cursed an awful lot is putting it ridiculously calmly, compared to the anger, frustration, and even a short depression (Which, as you’ll read later, only got worse at the Whoopsies increased in frequency), along with the teeth grinding, which caused my toothache to kick off again and an even more profound than usual belief that is no God, and boy, did bloody well hurt like hell? (Which, after this outburst, may be my next port of call?) I almost cried at my pathetic, endless daily runs of bad luck. (A smidgeon of self-pity crept in there, methinks?) Understandably, in my case. Hehe!
Then, the spraying of the room, cushion and carpet. To try to limit any pong from the escaping urine. Then, I disinfected the well-soaked slippers, double-wrapped them and put them into the waste bag with them. Since having this damned fitted a year ago. that is the fourth pair of slippers I’ve urinated on and had to throw away. I have none left now… well, I have one slipper, and I had to put on an old walking slipper that had escaped the last flood from the catheter pouch eruption. Uncomfortable, odd-looking, and embarrassing, to say the least. Of course, it didn’t bother me. I noticed the valve was closed, so how did the wee-wee go AWOL? A dodgy valve on the Nocturnal pouch? A closer look revealed that the out-spout on the bottom of the pouch was not there! Well, Israel and I didn’t notice its absence. It must have been trickling out and straight onto the carpet all the time I was kipping... luckily that was for only just over three hours.
I am off to the wet room to get the urine pong removals seen, too, and then the task is done. However, despite the innards demanding that I evacuate, nothing, and I gave up and got the feet in a bowl of hot water and washing up liquid, with some baking soda added. Then, while the stinking feet were soaking, I started shaving. Only one tiny razor nick. Then, as I was taking my feet out of the water bowl on the floor… … Gave way as I took out the left foot. What followed was, to me, nigh on a miracle! Going over to my right, I grabbed at the seat-raiser handle… But I had the small towel on there and slipped off… No idea how I managed it, but I reached the far handle, twisted backwards and around, yet stayed on my feet. Fair enough I on the base, yet as I got upright, apart from a little stinging, but not a lot, from , I had no pains that I could sense anywhere else. I think I was so amazed at avoiding going over; it must have confused , & , plus me? I felt better straight away until I resmelt the urine when I went passed the room into the kitchenette. I investigated the condition of last night’s leftovers in the saucepan. Had a spoonful and decided it was not too bad tasting. I’ll have this for my nosh later on. Little did I know at the time it would be 13 hours time before I was around to eat it or what it would taste like by then. Then the pouch was ready for emptying, and me not drinking anything? Still, it’s good that the bladder seems to be working… maybe too well? Have the Finasteride tablets done their job so soon? Have I any prostate left to control things? Is this why the floods took place. Do I want to go to sleep tonight, or stay up watching the nocturnal; pouch? I took this morning’s picture of the blue-hued sky through the kitchenette window. Lovely blue hue! Of to the Porcelain Throne again. This time was a complete reversal of the earlier visit. Gawd, it took me ages to clean up. I’ve never had a messier, stickier, costly toilet roll evacuation in years. Haha!
Took this snap through the balcony doors and windows. Still a pretty blue hue on offer. Put the computer on.
It said it was currently -6°c in Nottingham. But the sun coming up now, and the rooftops were soon clears of the ice and frost. But I could still identify the houses that were most likely to be growing weed in their attics. The ice had cleared on the roofs much quicker than the others had. Note that, I slipped into a Sherlock Holmesian Mode here? Hahaha!. As I made a mug of tea, the door chime rang out its tune.
In came . He was in a good mood, but not about the cold weather, that he’d battled through to get to work, bless him. We decided that we didn’t need to attach any of the usual this morning. Because the legs looked so much better than they have done for weeks. He did put the diabetic socks on for me; I dared not leave them off.
over the next few hours while computing. But I do recall calling. She’d had an emergency to deal with and was running late, so she changed the pouch for me and will do the finances later in the week for me. A help as usual that gal is.
The sun was rising from the left. I took the chance to take this photograph that includes the Nottingham City Hospital in it. Grey and Cream colours to the right. The free-flowing bladder had filled its day pouch again, so off I went to empty it… sounds easy enough, doesn’t it? Oh No! This is Inchy we are talking about! Stubbings number three, this time smack against the , of course, I took it like the heroic brave, courageous man that I am. I barely cried at all. Haha!
I went to make my second mug of J Sainsbury’s extra-strong Red Label tea and spotted some folk out in the cold on the bottom with their dogs. I got heartwarming, jealous and sorry-for-myself feelings all at the same time, watching them for a few minutes. Especially the lady with her two hounds, Little & Large, as they were about to enter the tree copse. And that is something I miss most of the things I am no longer capable of doing. I swear I could smell the distinctive aroma inside the copse, even after two years of absence. Sad!
Back again to the front room and my computerisationing. I took this shot through the balcony from inside. It seemed the darkness was starting to arrive, but the cold sun hid it a bit. Blimus! The bladder is still belting out the urine at a high rate of knots. I wonder if something’s wrong?
I nearly missed the sunset; I was so involved in struggling with the mistakes I was making on the computer. Took this snap and then went back to check on the Odes reading and grammar…
No… rather, a MEGA MONSTER that I’d done was found in CorelDraw. My weariness & tiredness were joined by a rather deeper depression now. Over the last week or so, I’d been making date graphics for the blog in advance and was pathetically a , at how well I thought I was getting on with it. But, No!
I’d made dozens of graphics for each of the coming eight weeks in advance to save time later. A cunning plan, I thought. But, No! Instead of February and March, I’d put the wrong month on every single one of them! And, on many of them, the right month, but the wrong day!
I was caught between the many options to take… Crying again, Swearing, Spitting, Howling, Thumping the wall, Committing suicide, Murdering a Parole Board Member, or Voting Liberal in the next election. I only carried out two of the options… I’ll not say which at this stage. I made do with a long period of . Still got it, actually!
Got some potatoes in the oven to add to yesterday’s leftover homemade soup. I had to sort out a good few pot-marked multi-coloured, spuds first. This one was the oddest, if that’s the right word to use? Then when they were cooked, I added them to the left-over vegetable stew; it smelt rather nice! Mixed them all together in the saucepan to heat up. Took a spoonful or toe to try the taste… good enough for me, but I added a little extra liquid sea salt (anchovies). Took this evening shot of the view from the kitchenette as I cleaned the oven dish and kept stirring the feast of stuff that was in the saucepan. Boy, the day pouch (Well, it wouldn’t be the night one, would it, Hehe!) had filled up quickly again, at the maximum, too, 500ml.
Got the nosh served up. And it was delightful to the palate. A banana and a pot of raspberry jelly for afters rounded the feast off rather nicely! Two enjoyable meals.
I must try to ring the District Nurse place about my day pouch filling so fast and repeatedly. It might be a good sign? But it is filling so fast that I cannot get to the hospital appointments in time before it backs up in the bladder. That’s concerning.
Carer Christopher on the last call. There was nothing to do; no painkillers or Peptac was needed, and the legs were much better. I’ll ask the nurses if I can stop using the ankle & leg straps, I think… providing I remember to ask, naturally. All that he had to do was for the night pouch to be added on to the day bag. I’m praying that it does not leak again tonight straight out the other end and over me and the carpet. PLEASE!
I grappled my way up from the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, and felt amazingly up for it. Took the photo above of the nocturnal pouch. Then…
However, by the time I’d spent on the crossword book and counting the acne and Excema clumps that had fallen on the floor, about 15 minutes or so… The day pouch had almost filled up!
Carer Shaquille arrived, and we got the medications sorted; no need for any of the ankle or leg straps this morning; I planned to get a stand-up wash and shave. I didn’t make it; that was due to falling asleep again for over three hours later on.
Got on the computer, and I got a visit from my Angel of Mercy, Hristina. She is so kind and understanding, patient too. I also believe she has a high EQ, for she soon picked up on my depression, and we chatted a minute or two after she’d painlessly taken the INR Warfarin blood Test. ♥ A Sweetheart!
The long unanticipated Sleep. How did I not wake up or fall off of the chair remains another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me! Cataract Kathie, Neuropathy Pete and Cognitive Impairment Iris were the main culprits. There’s others, too.
But it took its time.
I cut the fat off of the meat, and cubed it, ready to go in the vegetables later on. Mind Blank Got the veg and sauce in the saucepan. Added the meat, peas and beans, and stirred it in, with some chunky veg sauce.
Blimey, it was freezing out there; the nurse and Carers said so as well.
Made a mug of Glengettie tea. And started on the Ode.
Sister Jane rang. We had a little natter. She will call me later, in case I nod off before the Forest Cup match begins later on. It’s on TV.
Pretty delicate clouds.
An hour later, the darkness fell, and the sun rushed down over the horizon. Then I took a close-up shot.
I got the potatoes from the oven and added them to the pan. Good and crisp they were. Maintained stirring up and, at one time, added a bit more sauce. Enough there for two meals, sn tomorrows will all ready for warming up. Well, that’s the plan!
I got a phone call from the Doctors with the updated Warfarin /INR blood test results. The INR had dropped to 1.8, from 3.2. The dosages had gone up a smidgeon, as I expected. 1½ every night, apart from Thursday, that is two. I got the nosh served up.
Bootiful! Rich, tasty, lip-smacking good!
Carer Israel arrived. In a bit of a rush, he’s doing the last late call as well, as I got ready to watch the football. I took a photo of him that was the best shot I’d taken for ages. Whoopsiedangleploppery! In the morning, I found that I’d not got the SD card in! Grumph! Sister Jane rang to remind me about the match being on TV.
The Cup Match was between Blackpool (League 1) v Nottingham Forest (Premier Div, [as of now anyway]). Premier League side Nottingham Forest needed extra time to see off League One’s Blackpool in a thrilling FA Cup third-round replay at Bloomfield Road. Forest had looked to be cruising into the fourth round when Danilo made it 2-0 in the first minute of the second half after Andrew Omobamidele had scored in the 16th minute on his Forest debut. But Blackpool fought back in style at a raucous Bloomfield Road.
Albie Morgan, whose poor back-pass had led to Danilo’s goal, pulled one back with a great strike from 25 yards before substitute Kyle Joseph headed in from close range to make it 2-2 to set up a frantic finish. Then, in the eighth minute of additional time, Blackpool almost won it, but Orel Mangala made an incredible block on the goal-line after Karamoko Dembele had gone around Forest goalkeeper Odysseas Vlachodimos.
Early in the second period of extra time, the visitors retook the lead as Ryan Yates’ low cross from the left was turned in by Chris Wood for what proved to be the winning goal.
Blackpool boss Neil Critchley felt the goal could have been disallowed for offside and said the fact video assistant referee technology was used at the first match (because it was held at a Premier League ground)) and not at the replay was damaging the “integrity of the competition”. Nuno Espirito Santo’s side will now play away at Bristol City on Friday, 26 January, in the fourth round.
06:15hrs: Up to get ready for the food delivery of the week from Asda. Took these shots from the kitchenette window… Not too bad… or not.
Carer Marie arrived. Did the leg straps; I forgot to ask her to put the diabetic socks on; I’ll ask the next caller. Marie helped me with the dates on the food, and the Asda order arrived while she was here. I got the bags in the kitchen, and we carried them with the medications. Marie checked the new dates for me in the bags. Checked the taps and cooker for me too.
Then I got the delivered stuff stored away. Fresh & frozen chips. Freezer filled, Marie helped me get the cobs in ♥. Cleaning products. Treats for the Carers, Nursed. Sauces Galore! A great range of sauces. Topped up the treats shelves.
Blimey, pouch filled quickly again.
I got two of the Lamb & mutton burgers in the oven… got back on the computer…
Minutes after Marie left, Carer Maryham came to do the Domestics for me. Did a good job; bless her.
This seems to be happening more and more.
As I woke, I could smell the smoke on the kitchenette from the burgers, and the aroma was scary, but it did smell absolutely gorgeous. I grabbed a hold of , and hastened into the kitchen… Oh, dear… Slightly overcooked? Hahaha!
Not edible? Rubbish! Admittedly, they were well burnt around the edges… but then again, so am I! Hehe! I still enjoyed it!
Cor filled up again!
Carer Chris called and took these photos from the balcony on Kodak Tim for me.
Left hand-drive not being mentioned? Wing mirrors and wipers missing!
Inchy Consumes a 2nd Meal! A biggun, too! Gannet!.
Although sleeping with its usual broken nodding and waken routine, I was still in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige-coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner at 07:15hrs. And was almost annoyed when the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived and had to get up.
A decent amount of pee was passed! I can’t say the same for the rear-end evacuation on the Throne. Ah, well! A False Alarm, then?
I found this mystery photo on the SD later. What it was and why I took it remains another mystery of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, Cognitive Impairment Iris, & FND, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? You never know; I might remember what it was all about while I’m doing this blog… What am I saying… Tsk!
Washed, and I went back to the recliner… deliberately emptying the bags without checking for any nocturnally nibbled empty packets of crisps. Looking through the balcony windows, the ground frost was apparent.
Ti the kitchen to make a brew of J Sainsbury’s Extra Strong tea. And took the view above.
Carer Richard arrived, I can remember bits of the session clearly, but so many blanks remain. Even I can’t believe or understand why. Then a mild depression started due to this. I was losing what we’d said minutes earlier. But could recall the time he arrived?
I made a start on today’s ode. Concentration was good, and I knew this was going to take some time. Carer Maryam arrived. She said she was here to do the domestic shift. And a grand job she did for me. And, I can remember a lot of what the gal did and said. She cleaned the oven and the kitchen floor, tidied around, and had a go at the wet room floor but had to rush it a little as the time was up. Bless her cotton socks. Oh, yes, socks; I can recall Richard putting on the socks, ankle and legging straps for me now. And he checked the medication’s stock in hand and dates.
Back on the ode creating, which for some reason, I was struggling with. This annoyed me, as they usually flow pretty easily from my infected brain. But not today? After emptying the fast-filling day pouch… I got seated, and actually, no joking, I nodded off on the computer chair for I don’t know how long for. I woke up as chimed out, and Carer Marie came into the room. She was in a hurry today, but we did have a little natter, moan, and laugh, as she issued the medications. ♥
As the gal left, I got another hint that I needed to use the again, so I did. Haha!
It was a long wait, but I got the evacuation to start, and it needed some effort on my part to free the initial concrete torpedo, which edged its way painfully and bloodily into the WC; there followed a tsunami of almost liquid shooting out! I felt drained, and somehow or other, as I was working out what needed doing cleaning up and medically… I fell asleep again and sat atop the dark brown torpedo and brown liquid in the bowl. When I woke up, things had dried on the lower rear-end region, the stink was terrible, as I got myself sorted out first, a good cleaning, drying and Germolened the backside, I saw the clock, and by Jimminee, I reckon I’d been asleep for over an hour and a half, maybe longer. Another cleaning up session of the floor, porcelain and WC lid had to be done. Where did the time go? What day is it?
I got things sorted, went to the kitchen, and planned the meal of the day. Chips, peas and beef & gravy! A banana and pot of jelly for afters! Despite my frustration at the events and another bout of depression, I turned into a different person while eating this nosh. It tasted grand!
After Carer Chris called, I decided I’d had enough of taking horrible night photos and would do my damnedest to take some good ones! Well, that one wasn’t any good… Strewth, how many moons did I take? Haha! Wrinkles again. A misshaped moon too, but at least I got it looking vaguely like a moon.
Had a mug of tea, and… FELL ASLEEP AGAIN When I woke up, Carer Chris was in the room, taking off the leggings. I can’t say much more; I cannot recall much of what happened at all. After he’d left I realised that I had not started this blog off yet! Made a start, and now, at 02:45hrs in the morning, I’m up to here with it.
I went to check that I’d not left the tap or stove on, and decided to try one last time at taking a morning hot of the view from the kitchenette. Took the sky first, not very good was it… Again! That’s it, a semi-decent one at last! Well…
The stretched photo revealed (Just the bottle).
So weary now. 03:50hrs! I have the District nurse coming tomorrow, an Asda order, and someone else, but I cannot recall who, and I’ve not put it on my calendar. Humph! So, I do not have much time free tomorrow.
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Sister Jane sent me this graphic below, and quite funny it was, too, I thought!. Ha, Ha, Ha! I thought of a few more straight away:
LHA: Lost hearing aids.
CPF: Catheter Pouch Full.
ACA: Arthritis Cartilage Agony.
WDII: What Day Is It?.
LMDS: Laddered My Diabetic Socks.
LTVR: Lost TV Remote.
LTR: Left Tap Running.
DNC: District Nurse Calling.
FMDOBATB: Forgot My date Of Birth At The Bank.
ROPP: Run Out Of Protection Pants.
LCO: Left Cooker On.
FOG: Fell Over Again.
DMOT: Dropped Mug Of Tea.
FAOTB: Fell Asleep On the Bog.
TWTA: Took Wrong Tablets Again.
FAOTB2: Fell Asleep On The Bus.
LBP: Lost Bus Pass.
CMS: Cut Myself Shaving.
LMS: Lost My Spectacles. Hahaha!
I hope Jane likes them.
Another bad night’s sleep. Mid afternoon I was well out of it. Struggled to get this blog going. Hence, it’s now gone 22:00hrs, and I’m still working on it – mostly doing things wrong and making corrections. But the ode today did take me ages to do, and three pretty young carers distracted me somewhat. Haha! It’s only natural for a man with my sex appeal. Har, Haha!
More in the pouch this morning.
I made a point of not counting the empty crisp packets. But this did not assuage the guilt!
Off to get my done. The shaving had only one tiny nick under the chin. (I used this photo later as part of the Ode header). Getting the PPs on after finishing was a work of painful art. The Stroke and Peripheral Neuropathy affected right leg, which was joined by and in making the task one of the most painful jobs of the month. Boy, that leg did not want to bend or lift at all. Somehow, I eventually, with cunning, I might add, got them on. I got the towel and picker-upper, wedged myself in the corner of the room to avoid any tumbles, and lifted the leg ankle with the towel flipped over the ankle, while grabbing the PPs with the picker. I’m still amazed at how I didn’t go over, but I didn’t. ! Then realised I had not yet ointmentated the piles! No problem, I Germoloided the rear end, then , and Phorpain Gelled both knees. I think I did a good job, really. Yet another brief !
Carer Kimberly arrived. Took the laundry down for me. We joked about last week’s bag of laundry getting lost and never found. She later returned with this one… the clothes were there, but the new B&M bag it was in had been snatched, and a dirty old bag was left in its place! The diabetic socks were inside out and still damp, so I reversed them and got them on the airer. Kim helped me hang the dressing gowns up, bless her.
The Phantom bag & clothes nicking resident… Are they doing it for bedevilment? Twice on the trot now, so blatant! Compensation, can I become a claimant? If it happens a third time – disappointment… Annoyment, cursing and discontentment, Is someone turning belatedly delinquent? For warmth, on my dressing gowns, I am dependent, To stop these thefts, we must be diligent… Will I ever know where my washing went… I want my leg straps back; I’ll be lenient, I’ll not get uppity or militant, Though it makes me slightly malcontent, Could it happen twice, both an accident? It could be, or maybe, malevolent!
Carers & Nurses drinkie-treats, and the last remaining warm dressing gown hanging over the door.
The carer earlier helped me get the leg straps on. I took this photo in the wet room ages ago, and have only just remembered it. Tsk! Sad?
Gorgeous clouds in the afternoon. Plenty of contrails higher up.
I got and took three shots of the views in different directions. So that, my mass of foreign followers can both see how tight the housing is. Slightly to the right. Ahead… And to the left.
The close-up shots are terrible!
A few hours later, and this one was terrible! A little betterer?
I planned my meal for the night. The other pack of battered chicken that I forgot to put the SD card in the Kodak and took a photo of last night. I’ll have some chips with them, methinks. With some potatoes. Back in the mooring to catch up – I hope.
Mystery photo?
Last of the ‘I shan’t bother buying again’ battered balls’, with potato cubes, a pot of side sauce, ready sliced wholemeal cobs, and pickled green tomato salad, was plated and consumed. A late picture of the nosh. Part-eaten.
Another bad night. I can’t think of an inner area of me that didn’t give me some bother overnight. Sleep? What’s that then? As this Saturday progressed, things got easier… slowly!
Too dark!
‘Red Sky in the Morning. Shepherds Warning!’
Later in the morning.
arrived He took off the nocturnal catheter pouch for me. I forgot to ask him to put on the diabetic night socks and . He classed the urine in the night bag as a level 6, colourwise. The lad was keen to get home after a hectic shift, he said.
Started the computer, and , an Iceland delivery arrived. Which caught me out a little; yet again, I thought it was due next Monday?. Slurp!
Stored the fodder, and made an order for next week with Asda.
called. We spoke of catheter hassles and had a laugh while she issued the medications
I later found photos of the meal and view shots on the internal section, but I could not access them. Plainly I’d taken them without the SD card in again! So, I’ll not show them! Tsk!
Just looked at this over-full day pouch! What a brilliant colour on the scale – a 2!
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I did inform Maryham of how I felt. She then recommended to me that after she had gone, I get back to sleep. (Which I’d been trying to do all night) But only managed a few minutes each try before waking up again. Hehehe! She made sure I had the Alert-Alarm on, telling me to use it if needed. A very sensible suggestion, gal. No idea what I looked like, but I felt properly poorly, weary, in pain, & tired out. I was so confused, that I forgot to remind her about the new medications to take in the mornings.
The PM caller remembered and asked me if I’d had one, but I wasn’t sure or not. She checked the amount used, and decided not. So gave me one, only one a day, incidentally… Later on, when I’d started to feel a bit better, I looked up Folic Acid; and found some interesting things it is taken to counter. ① To limit hair loss. ② To help your baby’s brain, skull and spinal cord develop properly in pregnancy. ③ As a medicine used to reduce side effects treating arthritis. ④ To treat iron deficiency & anaemia. ⑤ We suggest that folic acid may play a role in improving the repair of peripheral neurotransmitters, nerve injury, and dying by promoting the proliferation and migration of Schwann cells, & secretion of nerve growth factors.
And all these years, they have told me there is nothing they can do to mend my dying Neurotransmitters? Peripheral Neuropathy?
No time to ponder on this now. I’ve just read the possible side-effects of Folic. SIDE EFFECTS – ANAPHYLAXIS Symptoms of anaphylaxis happen very quickly.
Symptoms include Swelling of your throat and tongue. Difficulty breathing or breathing very fast. Difficulty swallowing, tightness in your throat or a hoarse voice, wheezing, coughing or noisy breathing, Feeling tired or confused, feeling faint, dizzy or fainting. Skin that feels cold to the touch, blue, grey or pale skin, lips or tongue. If you have brown or black skin, this may be easier to see on the palms of your hands or soles of your feet. You may also have a rash that’s swollen, raised or itchy. Sometimes it’s not known what caused an anaphylactic reaction.. Well, that takes a lot of sinking in. I’ve got the majority of the listed side effects already! I’m glad I looked it up now – Not. Hehe!
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had kindly got the pads, straps, and diabetic socks from my feet. My plan was to get a shower & shave later. But I’d forgotten about the ladies from the social services who were calling on me later today, so the shower & shaving have not been done for three days now. Dirty, Boy!
I tried my best to concentrate on starting the blog… but it was not easy. had never been so vicious, loud or painful with his valve returning all wind up the tube, gullet, I mean. In fact, he was so noisy and forceful that it encouraged his partner to join in! At this very moment, I heard the access requiring hallway intercom tune playing. (I’d got my hearing aids in) It was the ladies from the Social Prescribing & Community Support team. They arrived and introduced each other to me. Very kind ladies, with a tendency to listen to me as I answered their questions. As , and was blasting away, so loudly at times, I turned down the hearing aids volume so I could hear their voices. Roger seemed determined to try and stop me from listening, as indeed, Stuttering Stephanie tried to stop me from talking. Hehe! The kind ladies’ names were Katarina and Belinda. During the question and answering, I had a mini , and a few minutes later, gave way. Which I think was a good thing, for them to see what I have to go through daily? Both were very understanding and patient. I think we agreed on some actions to be taken to get me more help, but am not sure what. A possible cooker that could not catch fire, I believe was spoken about. Assistance with travelling to and from medical visits. Many other things were discussed. But seems to think it best if I cannot recall them all now. But as usual, some things stick with me, and others fade quickly. A vague help with washing and dressing lingers in the brain, but, of course, I could be wrong. Doing this ode makes me realise that my spending so much money on Grammarly saves many errors, not all of them, but I think most of them are still being made & missed by me.
The ladies departed, and I got back onto the blogging.
I put the TV on and spotted that the ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’ film was on. So I watched it for a while then I had a mug of Glengettie and dunked some of the lovely LU and Maryland cookie biscuits. But I soon lost interest, thought back to the ladies’ visit, and wrote down the details above, which I recorded on the pad to use later on.
Arrived and gave me the Folic Acid. Checked the taps and the cooker were not left on, for me. We had a little natter
. Well, that was different!
I had a look at my book of favourite poems. And, I found… A new best one for me pleasure.
Balcony views parade! End car park… With the least-ever mudslide! A close-up of the almost a puddle! The gravel footpath, into Woodthorpe Grange. Park, that I can no longer get up to visit my beloved tree copse on the left. A single young man walking on the far path.
The gal from the salon arrived at the flat, and she got my toenails cut. What a relief… it also relieved me of £30!
Checked the time, and got back to working on this blog again. I felt the pouch on the left leg pulling… Blinking Heck! Got it emptied just in time!
Going to get a meal sorted out now. Mayhap, I’ll get some lamb & mutton burgers… in the oven, with some… Pickled green tomato salad… Eat the burgers in sliced cobs… And, maybe a brew of Glengettie?
Back in the morning to finish this off… I Hope!
I made a rather pathetic-looking meal. I was not really all that hungry. I was so tired & weary again, but really enjoyed the lamb & mutton burgers I made.
Washed the dishes, checked the taps and cooker were not left on, and proceeded to nod-off and wake up again all night long! Humph!
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My balance is still not right, but I’m taking it steady, just in case. Better safe than sorry.
My concentration has been AWOL all day long. I struggled to understand the Carers, although the gal at midday caught me in a moment of awareness… which lasted for about an hour, then back to the vagueness yet again. Bad, bad day, and I’ve got three callers coming in the morning… or afternoon tomorrow. Two social workers, and the toenail cutter gal. I may even get the rail for the bed delivered… no reason to expect it, just my EQ kicking in just told me of the chance.
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03:20hrs: Night pouch.
Poor pictures of the view.
Morning mug of tea!
Mind-Blanks The carer arrived, and I started on the computer afterwards. Vaguely recall, the photo helped.
Feeling a little more with it, and came. Concentration was still not good, mind you. Kara put the leg straps on for me and changed the catheter day bag got me, bless her. She gave me some advice, I think, either on the TV or the Banking side?
Seems I made a JS order for delivery on Tuesday 23rd. I found it on the calendar when looking to see who was coming in the morrow, so I must have put the order in and recorded it. I checked on their site, and sure enough, I’d placed an order!
. Not sure when I took this one.
Ah, I recall Sister Jane ringing me earlier on now. I even remembered telling her about the nosh I had planned and Was going to use the frozen bacon… and she told me to cut it up (take the fat off) while the bacon is frozen, which was much easier. And it was too! . This is the fat removed… . These are the lean bits I intend to do in the oven, and I add them to either a can of veg chilli or baked beans. . Can and sauce are stored upside down, so it will be easier to empty when using them.
it’s getting dark earlier!
And, I seem to be passing much better? Hope the nurse comes, and she might give me a chance to manually pee… although the last time she did, it was like trying to pass a crushed glass, and I failed.
Same again!
Tried to take some decent shots from the kitchenette window. The middle one came out pretty fair.
Quiz Revealed! I found it – in 50 seconds, though.
Going to get the nosh made now. Curried baked beans, oven-cooked bacon bits. Tomato passata, liquid sea salt, vinegar, bread thins, a banana, and a pot of lemon curd dessert.
Got the pots soaking in the sink, and I made certain the tap was turned off. Returned to the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, and things started off… Rumbling and implosions from the bowels and bladder, immediate pains from . Then a very rare headache started. Couldn’t watch any TV, my vision was more blurred than it ever has been for years! Sleep didn’t come until the small hours… but it was constantly broken as I kept waking up. Somehow, crept into the few minutes kip each time I nodded off.
