

This Morning’s ‘State of the Face’




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Well, the diabetic socks were not removed last night, and the muggings here forgot to ask the Caregiver to do so. So, as I woke at 05:30 hrs, I realised that my planned mission of getting an early shave, sh+t, and shower was in tatters! For I could not get my socks off without help. But having climbed out of the hospital bed with a monumental effort, I decided to just leave the socks on until a Carer arrived and have a shave and old-fashioned wash at the sink straight away. This takes me back to over 70-odd years ago. When we had no hot water, we had to boil pans, kettles and saucepans on the stove and coal fire to have a wash. At least I have heating and
hot water now. I checked after thinking this to make sure I’d not left the hot tap (faucet) running. No, all was okay!
I needed the Porcelain Throne first. It was another messy affair, too. I cleaned up the porcelain and finished the teggies.
A minor miracle when shaving this morning. Not a single cut or nick whatsoever!
I began the body washing, and there seemed to be more body than ever that needed doing? I pressed on, dried off, and then turned my
attention to the medicationalisationing needed.
I started with the Olive oiling of both earholes. Moving on to the Germolening of the sore
bottom’s extremities. Next, the delicate operation of completely drying the skin and applying the Germoloid ointment to h
Harold’s Hemorrhoids. Oh, this was so cool! Then, I got the Daktacort cream at the end of Little Inchie and his fungal lesion. Arrgh! Seems the most apt word to describe this. I spilt
a drop of the cream on my hand, which was surprisingly painful. I seemed to have
acquired some bruising overnight on the wrist? It didn’t look fresh, so maybe whatever happened occurred yesterday, and I’d not noticed it. Did the nasal spraying next.
The Medi Derma-S
cream was applied to the forehead and right wrist, and it would have also been put on the ankles, but I can’t reach to do it. Over two hours after going into the wet room, I finally came out.
I’m not sure how much longer I can keep doing this daily. I felt worn out already!
I made a good, strong mug of Glengettie tea. Oh, no! For a change, I had Thompson Punjana Gold. It’s pleasant enough but not as tasty and lip-smacking as the straight Thomson’s Punjana.
I think Carer Maryham and later Carer Sam visited. I decided not to put on the diabetic socks. Some form of imitation logic told me that with them on for 24 hours, it was too early. I’m not sure what I’m rambling on about here. I’m so tired.
Carer Chris did the teatime call while I was deep into creating the new features for the top of this blog. But I did stop when I went to make another
brew, Glengettie this time, and the Pareidoliaising caught me as I took this photo below of the clouds. It’s been overcast more
or less all day today. The Kodak Tim photo blotched actually gave the nearer smaller cloud the impression of having an eye in the head of the monster or giant bird?
A blotchy-indeed later Kodak-Tim shot pg the horison.
The closer shot below shows how light the ribbon of light was.
Carer arrived.
In response to the sudden gurgling innards, I managed without any problems to get to the Porcelain Throne in time, and promptly gave my right foot a good toe-stubbing on the high seat leg. Humph!
I went to the kitchenette to plan the meal of the day.
I noticed the eeriness of the houses on view and then fetched Kodak-Tim to try to capture them on film.
It was not one of my best-ever photography efforts. In fact, I was disappointed in how they came out. They looked far crisper in reality than they presented. Then again, with my eyesight, I shouldn’t complain, really, I suppose.
A pretend Beef & potato pie that was none-meat. Nice! I halved some tomatoes and cooked some oven chips.
Very nice and tasty all round. Then ate a pot of lemon yoghourt!
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TTFN.
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