Day: 8 March 2024

Ironical Inchy: Thursday 7th March 2024

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Definitely worry about this colour!

An eerie, misty morning. I like it!

Ablutions and medicating tackled.

Gums bleeding after teeth cleaning.
Shaving, eight tiny nicks, no bother!
Showering: I deliberately took my time doing this. And I got through it without a single Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplop. Smug-Mode Engaged!
Medicationalisationing: Harold’s Haemorrhoids were exceptionally tender. Little Inchy was bloodied, but nothing unusual in this. Olive oiled the earholes.
I applied eye sprays. Phorpain gelled both cartilages; I put plenty on and rubbed it in well.
Then, the big challenge… Getting the
Protection Pants on. A bit of a farce… However, I did eventually get them on, but a slight tearing of the pants was overcome by my ingenious (well?) plan to use the Catheter tape to hold them together.
I even walked out of the wet room without knocking into the door frame. Smug-Mode Mark2

I started this blog but haven’t gotten very far…
For then, the interruptions flowed.
The gentleman from Diabetes Support rang. He explained that they could not meet me face-to-face, but I could use the App. I asked what that was: On your
mobile phone! – My mobile phone does not have internet access! – What? – My mobile phone does not have internet access! Well, use your iPad! (I’m not sure if he said iPad or ePad) – What are they? I can use my computer, can’t I? – No, it is not set up for computers,  ask your doctor if she can arrange anything!
So, my hopes of getting any help with Diabetes 2 were over. I’ll have to find the time to search for advice on my computer. Felt a smidge low now.

Another try at blogging… The landline chimed and flashed; It was someone asking about the bed. Had the bar been fitted or not? – Yes! – Then someone will come out to you with a new mattress. – The one on the bed is new, I think? – That one was the wrong size! – Yes, they sent the wrong-sized bar as well. – That’s why I’m checking to see if the new bar has been fitted – Yes…
Can we come to fit the new mattress today? It’s no problem; I’m in all day. – Good!
I was a little perplexed, but I had to get back to starting this blog (I never did; you’ll gather that as I waffle on about my busy day).

Back to the blogging…

Carer Kara called; she only had 15 minutes, but she did an amazing job getting my socks on, checking the catheter bag, and putting my mind at rest about an email I’d had. Got the medications given and had to rush off. Thanks, Kara! ♥

Carer Christopher returned the laundry, and I put it away. Now, it’s well into the second half of the day!

Back to blogging…

I decided to make the second brew of the day; the first went cold again. I filled and sealed the waste bag.

Back to blogging…

The man with the mattress arrived. He was helpful; he had to remove the old mattress and put the new one on from the junk room (but they are all junk rooms).
Showed me how to use the lifter/lower control.

Back to blogging…

For about five minutes, it gave me time to put the first photos on in the wrong order and change them to where they should be…
I was sorting the wristbands out, and one of them snapped. I swore and bent down to retrieve it…
Clouting my forehead on the way down against the edge of the open drawer. Got up a little too quick, and paid me a visit. Naturally, this was of no bother to a man of my calibre and resistance to pain; I laughed the matter off. Ahem!

It was getting late, so I gave up on the blogging as the tiredness and fog descended.

I took this photo as I went to the kitchen to make some nosh. Carer Chris arrived, looking in a rush. Well, it was his last call before his going home time. Hehe!

The meal consisted of a four-bean stew with added mini sausages and baguettes. A lemon yoghourt, too!

I emptied the day bag and was ready to attach the nocturnal pouch. Getting so tired now!

Even I did – Easy-Peazy for once!

TTFNski

Irrational Inchy: Wed 6th Mar 24 – Seizure, but all well now.

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The second half of the day is a mystery to me. I took a turn and stopped doing everything. I got down in the second-hand, c1966, £300 charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, and just stayed there.
The symptoms were a new occurrence for me. I was not dizzy exactly, but oh so vague. My thoughts didn’t seem to be my own. Apart from getting up to empty the tank a few times, I sat there for about eight hours or more, seemingly uninterested in getting up. I was so drained, but Sweet Morpheus was not attainable at all. I stayed there for two Carer visits. No meal, and no interest in eating. I left the TV on all the time, with the sound off. The odd dropping-offs were short… and at about 01:00hrs, as I got up to empty the pouch again, my balance was all over the place. I had a sense that I may not have checked the taps and cooker, so went to the kitchen, all fine, then the wet room… Things were fine there, too; as I turned to leave, a short had me walking into the doorframe yet again. Thus, setting off into action. 
This Accifauxpas seemed good to me. I became a little more compos-mentis of things, but that brought on the realisation that I had not even started on the blog yet. Tomorrow, the Diabetes Phone Call and Assessment are due in the morning. Will I ever get this blog done?
Back came the fretting and worrying about just about anything that had been absent during the seizure, and I almost welcomed the concerns and worries back home like a lost puppy! Hehe! A short time later, I took a photo of the morning view and got the ablutions tended to. A shave, sh…, teggies, and shower.
I’ll have to rush this one. Sorry for missing stuff and for mistakes that are bound to slip through. It’s been a busy day all the same, so there’s a lot to recall when I upload the pictures. I’m hoping they will prompt Memory Michael., but… Hehe! Some scribble is still readable on the notepad for the earlier part of the day.

06:10hrs: I sprang back to life, full of vim and vigour, bounded out of the recliner and did twenty press-ups, 40 Toe-Touches and 5 minutes shadow boxing…
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Back to the truth…
06:10:hrs: As I moved, I could feel Little Inchy’s Fungal Lesion bleeding. I noticed that the urine in the pouch was very dark…

I emptied the wee into the jug I use for the day bag, and it looked far too red for my liking. The District Nurses have not visited me for a couple of months now, and I will do my best to remember to ring them later and tell them about the catheter not being removed for so long. Oh, and the electric-like pains in the ankle. Although I’m certain, this is caused by saying I’m sure of something maybe stretching the actuality of things. 

Another foggy morning.

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Foggier now.

Asda order arrived

Five items are out of stock.

I still have some of my favourites.
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These burgers are so nice tasting.

The best-tasting baguettes I’ve ever had!
Back on the computer.

Carer Shaquille arrived. Did his things, and we had a laugh along the way.

Carer Kara arrived later on. She sorted out some emails for me and showed me how to reject further emails from whoever. It was so easy as well, but with my eyesight, I missed the option at the bottom of the emails in question; it was in light green and or pink.
Be lost without her. ♥

The doctor’s surgery rang on the landline, with the NHS Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, and Warfarin test results and dosages.

The Seizure Struck. Well dark when I came out of it.

Beautiful late afternoon clouds.
With a brown hue, very pretty!

The brown was turning to blue an hour later.
Wonderful variations!

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Took these over five minutes, capturing the sun on its way down over the horizon. And turning red.
It made me think of Putin!

Put the TV on.

Does this take you back?
Heartbeat is my favourite TV programme.

TTFN

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