– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The giving up in need of sleep arrived even earlier today. I was doing really well, considering the lack of sleep last night. (15 minutes) – I gave up trying and rose (02:00hrs) to visit the wet room. I washed, shaved and had a near-normal evacuation this morning. But I was struggling to get my head together, although it cleared shortly afterwards. I was surprised at how well I was doing mentally and physically under the circumstances. Naturally, this was not to continue. I knew somehow that the ‘Big Fade‘ was bound to fall sooner or later. I took a snap of the morning view.
The Asda order arrived; thank heavens I’ll not need another until Wednesday 28th (On order)
I sorted the waste bags. Later, Shaquille took them to the rubbish chute for me. That was kind of him. The Asda order arrived.
This is a big one this time. Four items are missing, I’m glad there were, too! Well, they were out of stock. While taking the carriers filled by the driver for me to the kitchen, Carer Shaquille arrived and got the others. After tending to my needs, off he trotted and I sorted the groceries out. I’d got some drinks in for the bladder encouraging. Buxton Spring water as usual. Baguettes and the potato cake rissoles, rosis whichever they are called; I love the taste and flavour of these! I got caramelised sausages, lemon desserts, and some Jerk Patties. I also had tomatoes and Frankfurters. I may be tired out, but I think I will eat well this week. A ready-made meal feast!
Cumberland pies, Shepherd’s pie, sausage & mash, and, what I plan to have for today, a Toad in the Hole meal for two, it said on the box?
It was a challenge to get everything in the fridge. I tried various combinations to get all the fodder into the fridge.
As you can see, it wasn’t easy to do. Hehehe!
Although the freezer was filled, and I got all three breads and baguettes in alright, I’m just glad I forgot to order any chips and pasties because they would never have fit in. Haha!
Got on the computer and started with CorelDraw, putting on the SD cards photos from .
Then I went to the kitchen to get the kettle on. I made a brew, and then I went back to the computer, where I diligently stayed grafting away until arrived. She didn’t have much time, but she checked my order for the diabetic socks from Amazon, and she found I’d ordered the wrong ones! Then she selected some proper bamboo socks, and put in an order for some of them. ETA tomorrow by 22:00hrs. I’ll be scared to try to sleep now, in case I miss them. You can’t win, can you? Well, I can’t.
Started feeling tired & weary again. I was about to save everything down ready to close down the computer, and a message from Norton came on the screen. Something like… the writing; “We have found 3,429 errors on your hard drive. Click here to repair” The 3,439 number stayed in the memory, cause it frit me! So I clicked!
Well, the repair started, and 30 seconds later, Norton told me the Repairs were Completed. A restart would be needed. Not wanting to lose the work I had done, I tried to save the blog and CorelDraw work. But Windows also told me a restart.
So, I lost all my heart. The hours of work will all be lost and need to be done again in the morning. Humph!
I nervously pressed the restart.
Then, when it reloaded, Norton said I needed a Scan needed doing, so I did. It came out all clear.
After refusing several pricey and complicated, not fully understood offers of various route protectors and dark internet extras, I closed down windows.
I sat for a moment, ultra depressed at losing all the work, then… THE BIG FADE FELL – AGAIN! That was it. Once again, my body and mind told me to get some sleep, so I tried. Carer Israel came, the laundry returned, and I put it away in the morning. Sleep was my main unfulfilled aim at the time. The Barrier cream was delivered at the same time. The night shots taken of the view looked rather like the mood I was in. Glum, dark, depressed… Arrgh!
05:45hrs; I was up sharpishly due to the need of the . That took me instead a long time to evacuate. I got visions of my body being split in half at one point, lengthwise, of course. Hehehe! Things got stuck part-way out, and the pain almost made me shout out! Hahaha! With the misleading sense and rumbling innards sending me rushing to the wet room, I didn’t have time to remove the nocturnal catheter pouch.
I exited the wet room. I’ve been in it that long; I think I need another shave! I took this shot of the blue morning’s incredible view.
The ankles were a smidgen inflamed this morning. Still handing out the odd few sort of typical DC shocks. . The right leg is more persistent than the left.
I sorted the waste bags out and found that yesterday had not been taken yet. I’ll try to remember to ask whichever Carer calls later. The laundry had not been returned. I forgot about asking about the bin bags (Wednesday morning, there were six bags), but I did tell two carers about the laundry not being returned. I can’t take them myself, as it is far too early, so I forget! I found this, whatever it is, on the SD card. I wonder what it was. I hope it wasn’t urgent.
Carer Richard arrived. I forgot to ask him to get my socks back on. Tsk! But I did remember to take the Vitamin B17 tablet.
I asked Carer Kara to put them on for me; Kara did this on the midday call. ♥ And I was a lot warmer afterwards. Haha!
The bladder rapidly filling up the . The urine looked a little darker, which was unusual for this time of the day.
I got a call on the new landline. My beloved, heart-throbbing Phlebotomy nurse, Hristina, was from the Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin INR unit. She told me she would be coming to see me and take some blood tomorrow between 09:00 and 1100. ♥ A most welcome visitor!
I took a photo of the most deliciously looking sky and wonderful clouds from the kitchenette window. I found this one appealing. Is that the right word?
I’d been doing so well with the CorelDrawing. I made graphics and News Snippets and went to make a brew. I don’t know what caused it, but I suddenly felt drained and washed out. My heavy eyes, spirit, ID, Alto-Ego, loins, innards, joints, and brain insisted that I stop everything and get some sleep, so I tried to. I got down in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, 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. My very being was desperate for sleep, but could I get to sleep? No! Despite my feeling so tired! The well-used ploy of putting the TV on, which usually sends me off into Sweet Morpheus Land when the adverts come on, did not work this time. I just sat there, watching the TV for hours, and not seeing it, if you know what I mean. The brain talking away to me, asking why I am not sleeping when my body demands it! Well, I didn’t know. The eyelids drooped, but I remained sleepless. This was so unnatural and surreal. I decided to get into the bed, turn off all the lights, get comfy, and nod off. Which I did, desperate to get some kip! I got settled, and the resident above me clattered about. It was not his fault, but judging by the type of noise, I think he had dropped his Zimmer or walking stick. It took me ten minutes or so, but I drifted off to sleep. Only for me to be unceremoniously woken by the repetitious . One single twinge; always followed by another within five minutes or so. I put up with it for an hour or so, then gave up and got up. I caught the moon smiling at me through the oddly misty-looking night and photographed it. It was not a bad effort on the first one. Then, I managed to take another decent one. I was beginning to approach delving into class one, super grade A . Ah, back to my usual photographicalisationing skills on this third one, an attempted close-up frame. I thought it would be a good one, but I found out in the morning when I retrieved these from the SD card what a mess I made of it.Hey-Ho!
Tonight, I had a canned meal. A tin of potatoes, stewed steak, and chunky vegetable soup were warmed up in a saucepan. I’d got some Milk Roll bread to dunk in it. I put it on low heat and meandered back to the £300 second-hand shop purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner. THEN I FELL ASLEEP! Just when I didn’t want to nod off, I did! There are no photos of the burnt meal and saucepan cause I was furious with myself! I dished the contents and cleaned the saucepan, floor and stove. I’m sorry I sat down again, now!
I got more canned food out of the cupboard and, more or less, made the same meal again, standing by it all the time I prepared it to avoid having another. I got settled again, this time back in the recliner to avoid. Yet again, could I get back to sleep? No! I gave up and got up. After one 30-minute burst of bliss, called sleep all day and night, it was not good!
This bodes badly for tomorrow’s energy requirements.
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Great!
Bin bags sorted into one
Made a mug of Glengettie. The blog updating began.
Iceland delivery arrived.
Not a lot. Because Iceland had three items unavailable, this brought down my total cost to just below the minimum charge that is required for me to get a free delivery. The swines charged me nothing for delivery… but a £4 for a small order charge! Humph!
The morning has broken…
Blimey filled up again!
Front car park at the flats.
Delivery. Toilet brush in a square box Needing assembly.
All done!
Filled up again.
I got this photo from the web. Why and what for I forget.
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Of course, I can’t recall what they were. Tsk!
Hopefully, these little mental gems I write may help someone working in psychiatry, occupational therapy, Community Mental Health, or counselling glean whatever I’m waffling on about. They may kindly inform me of their findings afterwards. It would be nice to know why I wrote them in the first place. A plea for help, mayhap?
04:10hrs: The nocturnal catheter colour was much improved. Also, was much less than it has been.
A terrible photo of the morning view.
Mostly liquid sludge!
The right leg was looking good again. Of course, were hitting me throughout the day, but nothing as bad as they were when I was supposed to be sleeping. Every one of them woke me up (well, they would, I guess), but I soon nodded off again, awaiting the next one to arrive. The pain from them only lasted for a couple of seconds.
Carer arrived as I was starting to update the blog. Back to the blogging, photographs being uploaded from the … and… The Pictures folder suddenly went into full-screen mode! I imagine I hit the wrong combination on the keyboard. () But there were no resize buttons on the tabs, and the arrows to resize were not working either. What a mess I got into trying to sort it out. I asked Google, copied down the procedure given, and followed it. Of course, it didn’t work.
I thought I must have copied it wrongly, so I tried again. The problem was that when I went to the picture window, it blocked out all the advice on the Google page! I checked the procedure and wrote it down more clearly. Then I tried again. No Luck!
I went back to Google and searched for other advice there. Many were too technical for me to understand.
I found one. To get to the list, I had to press the F button, scroll down to Size, and press Enter. Size was the first item on the list, but it was not highlighted, so I couldn’t get into it to follow the rest of the advice.
Then, I tried stab-in-the-dark procedures. I had no idea what I was doing, so I turned off the computer and restarted it, hoping things would be back to normal when rebooted. No! Oh, No, no, no! I often wish that one could turn off life and reboot it to see if the body and mind might have reset themselves to default mode! Hehehe!
The flaming picture window opened in full mode again. Then, I realised that it was not in full mode before because, this time, it filled the screen entirely, thus revealing the bottom left option of closing the ‘Hide Folders’ button. I pressed it, and the screen became a smidgen smaller, allowing the bottom right seize arrow to be accessed—WUNDERBAR! I spent the rest of the day a bag of nerves in case I repeated the wrong key combination and did it again. The ticking eye and twitching of the lower lip started! I was a bag of nerves!
So, another two hours plus was lost!
I went to make a brew of Glengettie, and the colouration of the lunchtime view was terrific. Straight ahead. Then, I took a shot of the Cannabis-Growers road.
As I returned to make the brew. And the state of the kitchen floor brought forth shame and guilt! Flash Speed Mop utilised. They are crap! Mind you, they did pick up some of the dirt. Hahaha!
Gorgeous afternoon clouds
Found this attached to an email.
What is it, please?
As it got a little later, I just couldn’t resist taking more snaps of the clouds.
I made a nosh, took a photo of it, got settled, and ate it. What happened to the photo that was not on the SD card is a mystery. Nothing new there!
I was well into the land of nod and without any of the awakenings, being kind to me! And left me alone, too. But the Carer came in to wake me instead. Hahaha! I was not compos-mentis and forgot to ask him to remove the socks and attach the nocturnal catheter pouch. I found out in the morning that I had very dark urine and an overflowing bag, and with the socks on, the shocks from both ankles kept waking me up. Humph!
The sky looked like it had been painted. Bootiful! .
The mudslide at the end of the car park.
Even I got this one. Haha!
What a magnificent view!
The came, and I got up and had a walk about; they lessen when so this.
Three last shots as the sunset fell. Farewell!
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A lousy day and a rotten night. The top dog today was . However, I did find a new resolution today. After getting yesterday’s blog finished and posted, I grafted away at this unintentionally long one. Getting the news snippets and doing the graphics on CorelDraw took me at least nine hours! Bearing in mind my recent scarcity of sleep and getting up at 02:30hrs this morning, I kept going for ages. It was the flipping and the pains from the that combined to wake me up so often that I gave up trying to sleep. This has happened for the third night now. The PN Shocks seem to be much worse when I get my legs up. But, the District Nurse said If I do not get my legs high when in bed, then the will not empty and would start again. Well, not sleeping is not doing me any good, either! That’s my moaning moments over. Well… we’ll see about that; I’ll try not to, with so many ailments and confusion to think about. Tsk! Poor Git!
Cripes!
Well, well, well. Three shots of the early morning view; whatever did I do wrong?
Ah, there it is!.
Early morning mug of Glengettie. Slurp!
The legs looked great. I’m surprised that this photograph did not capture the lightning coming from my right ankle. Haha! Just as I took this snap, a couple of quick hit me. That’s the first time I’ve had two together; it’s always been one at a time. It doesn’t look good, does it? Talk about fill-up quickly! Checked to make sure I’d not left the taps running on leaving the wet room… I found this photo on the SD card that I must have taken in the wet room cause the next one was the waste bags. What was it of? Confusion reigns. The waste bag. Hehehe!
Hours and hours on the blogging done. Carer Chris, Joanne and Victor came.
The day flashed by.
An odd glow for this time in the afternoon? I wonder if I got it chronologically out of order? It’s all questions without any answers today, innit?
I went for the second and last mug of tea allowed and saw smoke from a garden, I think. I’ve put the pictures in a higher-up graphic, so I’ll save time and just put a few on here. Ah, what’s that then? That’ll please his neighbours! Ayup, it’s off again.
Oh, filled to bursting point again!
Better get some nosh done. Nosh done… I had just gotten down to eat it when Carer Victor arrived. He kindly left me sat there eating as he medicationalised me, took off the diabetic socks, and checked the taps and stove. He found I’d left the stove hob on. He turned them off for me, saying it was all clear in there now, and shot off, taking the waste bag with him. When I finished eating, I went to wash the things up, and the pan of peas I’d left on was now liquidness, with grape-nut-sized dried peas. Tsk!
All-over-the-placidness, lack of concentration, and mind wandering off more than staying with me were similar to yesterday. Rampant! I have lost the notepad with the reminders of the day’s events. There is much the sameness, I suppose. Thank heavens I got the above selection sorted early because I could not have done it in the state I was in later on. Things may or may not improve mentally or physically, but ‘It ain’t necessarily so!’ So, this will be short on detailed info, as the seizures and mind-blanks started later on. Sorry. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 04:00hrs: The brain stuttered awake… well, mostly. How I got the glow onto this snap, I don’t know!
Veering towards the Trotsky Terence level. The feet & tootsies looked better. The medicationalisationings followed. The shaving went well; there were only a few minor nicks. No bother.
Got in a tangle with the .
I went to the kitchen and enjoyed taking these snaps of these morning views. The last one turned involuntarily into a work of art, or I was interfered with . Hehe! Does it look like a radar photo of an airport and city?
I got the computer on and started updating and getting photos onto CorelDraw and WordPress.
Another oddly-hued photo?
Contrails in the beautiful sky.
Taking an automated wee-wee. Hahaha!
Clouds to the left. Clouds to the right (Of the kitchen window)
I got further muddled and had to make many amendments and corrections. Then, as if by magic, I found myself in the spare room, apparently searching for something. I didn’t find out what I was looking for, but I had a scout around in case I saw whatever it was, and it triggered the brain into action. It didn’t.
Later, when I went to investigate what to have for the daily meal, I had this wonderful view to photograph. This one is rather special. Gorgeous!
It could be Putin in heaven, I thought. But plenty of others to pick from. Hehe!
A lot of blanks today.
But I did get the nosh pepped, cooked & photographed.
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I’m thinking of writing a blog about “How to Get Nothing Done, but find it needs amending or correcting, then run out of time doing it!” Yes, I reached a new low or high today in brain-befuddledness. Overlooking the obvious, missing the intentions or inclinations of my own tormented mind. I’ve never been so busy getting nothing done… well, done satisfactorily, or to a semi-acceptably state, competently, effectively. But conditionally.
My senses and intentions are in remission.
02:30hrs: Better shade.
High morning sky. Lower down. Wonky, wobbly view.
First…
AARGH! . I’ve done it again!
I left the Dang tap (faucet) running last night. There is no hot water for a shower or shave. Spit and grumps!
I put the kettle on and had to return to the Throne! It gets better! Hehe!
Made a brew of Glengettie. Of course, I started writing a blog post and forgot all about tea. Huh!
A third visit to the bog! Where’s it coming from?
Carer Chris (took the laundry down) and then Carer Kara called. Both were in a rush, up to the neck in it, methinks. Kara looked at the whiteboard and checked the Catheter for me.
MIND BLANK or SEIZURE A whopper, too!
When I came around, it was obvious that I had been working on the computer. To my amazement, I’d posted the Wednesday Post off; I hope I finished it first. The scribbled notes I’d scrawled meant nothing to me. I was aware of things because I went to check the cooker and taps. The taps were off, the kettle was cold, and no hobs or ovens were left on. At this moment, I looked out at the view from the balcony window.
My eyesight was worse than ever at long distances today. Every house seemed to have two roofs, and they were both moving independently of each other, according to my Glaucoma’s eyes, anyway.
The day bag dropped down the leg, so I must have been drinking well enough while half out of it?
I did notice the nibble box had been well-raided. Haha!.
Well, that’s what it’s there for.
I realised I’d not sent the blog email notification, so I did.
For an unknown reason, Googlemail would not let me import any pictures (and still didn’t on Friday?). Luckily, they went in when I copied and pasted, which made the job messy and protracted.
Can you believe this?. And was bleeding.
I seemed and cleaned things up. After being up so early, when I returned to the computer, I decided not to continue. Then I realised that the evening carer, Chris, must have been. Could I recall it? Nope! I checked the log book, and he had been.
Despite having been up for about 21 hours, and there must be chunks of the day went off into the ether, I didn’t feel too tired, physically; then again, I’ve not nowt physical, have I?
Time to get summat to eat. Garden peas, potato cakes and caramelised little pork sausages. These were eaten with bits of the baguette wrapped around each one and dipped in the new Heinz tomato ketchup with pickle!
Got the bed ready to receive the mini-elephantine body and decided to have a bag of chip sticks to round off the meal. I checked the taps and heating and got down in the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibbling, 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, to eat the treats. Zzz!
Throughout the next three hours, I did not move from the recliner; I just spent the time getting oh-so-regular. I gave up and got up at 04:00 hrs. I decided to finish the stand-up ablutions. It was far too early to use the shower, and the noise would wake up the tenants living below. I’m coughing and sneezing a bit now. Tsk!
I rose from my so-called sleep at 03:25 hrs. The nocturnal wee-wee was a better colour, but not much. Hehe!
The ankles were looking a lot better this morning. The overnight were far less as well. They strike a little further up the leg each day, of course. Last night was my shortest sleep of the year, so the strikes ought to have been less. I just worked that out… amazing! Hahaha!
The waste bag was sorted into one, and I placed it near the door. At this point, I had a visit from . I’ve not had any sudden head-spins from him for a while. But fortunately, I was in the hallway at the time, less than an arm’s length away from the walls, to steady myself. I feared he might kick off again later, but he didn’t. Mind you, I did have the odd session from the routine. One during a visitation from Carer Kara.
I pondered over what to have for Nosh. Lame or Cumberland pie & potatoes. Undecided yet…
Finally, after much straying off and doing other things, I got the Tuesday blog done and posted.
appeared. We had a natter while he put on my socks and issued the medications. I remembered to ask him to remind me about taking the B17 vitamin tablet.
A little drizzle was falling, so IO went onto the balcony to take this shot of the end car park. The mudslide had been driven through a few times.
came but had little time; she checked the mail and bank letters for me. A financial visit. I’m sure there were things I wanted to ask her. She checked the emails with me, British Gas, the Bank and an unknown one. Kara said to leave it alone; it’s not a danger.
We then had a little mist for an hour or two.
I had all sorts of problems with the computer. I spent many hours on it, stopping when I got brain fog and didn’t know what to try or not risk changing. I’d nip out to take a photo or two of the view. Getting back to find I’d forgotten what and where I was with the computer. But I was still getting messages that: Your hard drive is full, and I could not save anything at all! After clearing out so much artwork and saving graphics, I finally, hours later, was able to save the work I’d done on CorelDraw. This fiasco was enough for anyone to lose it, but me? No, there had to be another problem, didn’t there? I finally got around to downloading the photos I’d taken: I’d DONE IT AGAIN! With the worry over the computer, I’d left the SD card out of the camera; no photos! I gave up on the computer and made a meal.
. Cumberland pie and a few potato chunks roasted in the oven to go with it.
arrived just as I’d finished the meal. That was jolly good timing from Israel! He removed the socks and medicated me.
. I got them, but it took me a lot longer than the given eleven seconds to get there.
I did a full Norton clean-up and virus scan of the computer. Apparently, 65 sites were tracking me at that time. The usual offer of downloading an app to keep them out is at another ridiculous cost.
I did a search for Raynaud’s Syndrome. Each site seemed very vague, and in my current state, I baffled myself even more by doing so.
Some of the Carers have got the ‘Lurgy’. At least one is off work with it. Two that I know of are struggling with the symptoms and taking as many medications as I am. Hehe! But battling on. Not looking good for them.
I started lots of things and finished none today.
I’m miles behind with the blog again. He says I’ll try to catch up by getting up early in the morning!
So, this will be a shorter, quick blog. That’s the plan, anyway…
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Reynaud’s on just one finger?
End car park with the crows taking a bath in the mudslide Drizzling still.
Back to the Throne.
Reynauds easing off on finger.
Midday, drizzling still falling.
I think this is the fullest it’s ever been?
Care Marie’s first call, she was suffering with the ‘Lurgy’. Carrying medications with her to take over her shift. Doing a heroic effort in coming in, I reckon. Gave her a cold drinkie from the fridge to ease her throat. Her lips are cracked, and a terrible sore throat. ♥ Carer Kimberly called next. Carer Marie again, and then Carer Christopher did the last two calls. Kara was off poorly, so no banking and paperwork assistance. Hope she’ll be alright, and Marie does not get any worse. ♥ I’d be lost without the Carers.
More frequent visits today? Hope I’m not getting the Lurgy as well.
Part eaten meal…
Blimus! Another visit!. Reynauds had turned into an almost illuminant purple colour now! Still, it’s not painful at all.
