Allotriophagy Inchy: Friday 13th September 2024

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Good Morning. 7 hours in bed, possibly 4 hours of sleep.
was the main culprit. 
I’m posting a shorter version today, although it was busy. Very little was on the reminder notepad, which was rampant throughout the day. I’m using photos as reminders. But no doubt, the news will be chronologically out of sync. And details may be a bit unreliable. So, I’ll leave out anything I am not sure of. Or mention the uncertainty.

Missed the night pouch; I had this on the SD card.

Morning Views.

The urine was flowing well.

Later cloud photos. From the kitchen.

Massive seizures, mind-blanks, and ‘Out-of-its’.
I had to look up the names on the log-in book of the caregivers who called until I came around about 17:00 hrs.
Things stayed in my mind a lot easier after this. It was when Carer Chris arrived for the teatime visit. He knew somehow that I’d had a problem, as he said I was stuttering and stammering when he first arrived, then returned to my usual self. Very perceptive, lad.

Medications were issued, and he made sure I took them. Feeling a lot easier now. I
decided not to watch ‘Heartbeat’ but to get a good shave and shower session. 
Boy, what a change this time. Showering, shaving, medicating bodily areas in need, and shi… using the Porcelain Throne, then getting the PPs on has taken a minimum of 2 hours, one day 3! for the last ten visits, I think. Yet today, including the messy visit and cleaning up, I was out in… wait for it… one hour & 20 minutes! 
Super-great! But the quality of the shave left a lot to be desired. As I was drying off, I felt a load of stubble on the neck that I’d missed and found a few nicks that needed the application of the Brut aftershave to stop them from bleeding.

Carer Chris came for the last call. He removed the diabetic socks and his medications. We had a little natter, but I’m unsure what it was about.

When Cgris had gone, I got a second wind from Gawd, who knows where, and I titivated the kitchenette floor with the fancy speed mop. 
I then realised I had not put on the alert wristbands. Thinking I must have left them in the wet room, I returned to collect them but couldn’t find them.
I searched the cabinet in the main room. I even checked the waste bin to see if I’d dropped them in there, but no luck. I felt like a proper fool as I turned around and found them on top of the £300 second-hand shop-purchased, c1966, welt-causing, uncomfortable, not-working, itch-inspirational, crumb-containing recliner.
In plain view all the time!
Then I made a quick meal.
Potato cakes and bacon. Eaten in Milk Roll bread and dunked into the BBQ tomato sauce.
Lovely. But the cakes were undercooked a smidge.
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TTFNski!