Day: 8 July 2024

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I woke, I know not when and nodded happily back to sleep.
I stirred again, checking the time on the not known to me clock, that the battery had run out; it showed 03:15hrs.
I nodded off again. I dreamed about my younger years as an ankle-snapper, and I think I enjoyed it. Then, a sharp retort from the ankles shot me awake.
A little confused when I saw the time was the same on the clock. Thinking I must have misread it, I swiftly went back into the pleasure in the land of nod.
I decided to investigate as I stirred and saw it was still 03:15hrs. I emptied the contents of the nocturnal pouch of the catheter first so I could carry it around while I searched for the wristwatch. The urine was dark, and there was an awful lot of it.
Giving up on the search for the watch, I started one for the mobile phone. I couldn’t find it. It took me a good while to find the mobile phone, which was always in the nightshirt pocket. Later, I found the wristwatch. It had fallen off the bed at some point, and I discovered it underneath the hospital bed. I got the long picker-upperer to retrieve it. They both confirmed that it was 07:15hrs! I went to clean the nocturnal urine jug.
As I was doing so, the door chime sounded.

It was a Carer. She was concerned that the kept safe could not be opened. I explained that the Warden had been advised about this problem and told her the door was not locked anyway. Getting inside, she was concerned that I had not had a wash & shave and about the scuff mark on my chin. I told her about the I’d had. She dished out the medications and took off my one diabetic sock. She noticed some yellow stuff was working through the compression bandaging the nurse put on the right leg and leaking ulcer. I mentioned the nurse was coming either Monday or Tuesday. Nice, Caring gal, as are others, Kara specifically as well. She laughed when I explained why I’d got up so late. Hahaha!
Thanked and treated her and made an effort to get a wash, shave, and the painful medicationalisationing done.
Another long job this morning.
I did have a bit of luck, well, several, really. (Smug-Mode)
No shaving cuts… Yes!

I also found some swabs and other tackles the nurses had left in a bag of supplies for leg ulcers, Haemorrhoids, Acne, and Eczema. I used the swab for the , and my rear-end piles and cleaned the yellow gunk off of the diabetic compression thingy. I did a decent job of it, too. I took this Kodak Tim shot above my legs. I thought I’d treat myself to a mug of tea. So, I did, but: 
, as I was getting the milk out of the fridge, I heard a noise from the other room, possibly some stuff had toppled over, so I hastened as fast as I could with . En route I    . This set off in a supporting role, . This was immediately followed by a vitriolic outburst that lasted for a few minutes. 30 seconds is about normal for her.

I got the computer going and opened Corel Draw.
Unbelievable rubbish was happening that had me so confused and annoyed,
The programme must have taken a new elongated route; it took ages before things opened properly, and then, just when I thought I could start putting the photographs from yesterday on… it told me to save this file as another name and/or location! Peeved off!
I was already three hours late starting the blog. Tonight, I will have a late night, maybe an all-nighter.

 Throughout the day, it did not help me concentrate. In fact, I had a feeling that what happened the other day may happen again. But up to now, they have only been short episodes, thankfully, but frequent. Carer Kara will ring the Doctor for me on Monday or Tuesday. Bless her.

Carer Joanne called. She was unhappy today; I sensed she was upset about something. My EQ is usually right. I tried to cheer Joanne up a little bit.  
Hang on, that might have been yesterday.

I took these two from the kitchen window.
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Wonderful Cloud Formations.

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I checked on the spuds to use later. (It was 0245 hrs when I got the meal served. Tsk!) The tatties badly needed de-sprouting.
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They looked better after a wash & brush-upwards. Haha!

Carer Richard arrived as I was taking this shot above. Wonderful Clouds! He had bad news about his poor legs. The hospital told him they could do nothing to help. The broken bones cannot be mended. Looks like painkillers and walking frames on his legs are possible. Poor lad.

As the night grew on, and I struggled with the blogging, I stood up to empty the catheter bag, and the yellow puss came through the bandage again.
Still, it looked pretty. Hehe! 

Early in the morning, I’m going to get some food now.
I found it difficult to prep the meal. I felt so tired out. It was at the ridiculous time of nearly 03:00 hrs, and I struggled to get the blog done because my eyes were so bad.
Baked potatoes halved with sea salt and Flora No-Butter butter slathered on them. Tomatoes and some vegan pie. A lemon-flavoured yoghourt followed, and I forced myself to stay awake to wash the pots. When I turned off the computer, I realised I had an Asda delivery coming in the morning, from 06:00 to 07:00hrs! I’ll be lucky to get any sleep at all! 
I took this Kodak Tim shot and went to the awaiting bed. 
And flipping- well, long overdue, it was, too.
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With contentment, may you be blessed,
Avoid the Oligarchs, druggies & fascists,
Your communications, the friendliest,
Got to go, I’m seeing my anaesthesiologist,
I pray today is one of your very bestest!

TTFNski!