25 | September | 2024 | Inchie Today

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It was scarcely credible, absurd, and preposterous that I woke up this morning in a spectacularly jovial mood! Despite a Toothache, Tiffany was giving me pain, and I had to reach for the toothache killer spray and give each of the offending teeth a squirt! I hit one of the molars with the end of the tube, and another chunk of it fell off. Also, had fallen off of the safety bar that was out of reach and needed retrieving. I found myself swinging the legs from the bed I was on top of, then getting a toe-stubbing and banging a knee against the overbed table that pissed-off … And the slipped and tugged at poor .
A series of events that should have put me on a downer, swearing and feeling sorry for myself. But I seemed to accept all that had happened as part of my regular morning catastrophe-ridden life. I was temporarily the old me! I didn’t give a toss about things! I was singing to myself (not musically, but still) as I used the picker-upperer to get the stick, then took off the nocturnal catheter bag.
I straightened the bedclothes and limped to empty the pouch. (A number six on the NHS colour Richter scale card) And (still singing Elvis’s songs, the bits I could remember the words to (I hummed the rest). I decided to have my morning allowance of one mug of tea early and put the kettle on.
I then realised I was in such a chirpy mood and recognised that the pains for Cartilage Chloe and Little Inchie were still stinging, but it wasn’t bothering me.
It might have been the weather that had lost its fog and mist after three days of it. The sun nearly got through later.

I combined the kitchen and front room bins into one and put them near the door to take to the chute later. When I returned to the kitchen, I found the tea had gone cold, so I refilled the kettle to try again. Getting the milk out of the fridge, I saw a pie with an out-of-sell-by date, so I checked everything in there. Oh, dear, I filled another bag with outdated items. Tsk! But even this didn’t phase me. I got a summoning to visit the So I did. A messier mess than I’d suffered for months!
Carer Sham called. We have a chinwag & a smile or two between us. ♥.
The intercom sounded; it was the Asda order arriving. This made me realise that it was only 06:10 hrs. What flipping time did I get up feeling all perkily?
I got the bags inside and started sorting things out. They had sent all the bread ordered, which was good, 3 small sliced milk roll loaves, and a bag of mini wholemeal rolls.
Sorted the fresh stuff for the fridge. Some reet-treats here! Red spring onions, a tomato multi-type pack, 4 Lemon & Lime yoghourts, a lemon mousse, and two lemon curd yoghourts! Marmite-flavoured cheese, lamb patti, a BBQ-flavoured pork pie, and a cornish pastie to boot! I shall eat well tonight! I’ll have none of the meat, I’ve still got a lot of the Sokolow seasoned bacon to use, and I’m not going to waste it… I’m going to eat it! Hahaha! Oh, I forgot, I thought I’d made a mistake with the Asda order. The above medication arrived with it. Turned out it was a Freebie. Later on, Carers Sham and Sam said they’d ask if anyone was interested in having it.

Hristina (Polish, spoken as Christina), my favourite nurse, arrived, and my already well-reasonable level of contentment went through the roof. Of course, I love her. (I mustn’t get too excited but can’t help it). I can’t help that. But, being an enforced abstainer from the pleasures of coupling medically and many years too old, not to mention the catheter that ensured getting excited, is more than a rarity; it’s impossible, Humph! Now I’ve got myself all upset.
Hristina’s visit was a joy, but she was in a rush. Still, we managed a natter and laughed while she took the blood. ♥

Carer Sam did the midday call. I explained to Sam the problem I’m having getting a lift to the doctor’s next week. I explained about getting my trousers on and not being able to use the bus or taxi due to the cartilages, ulcers, shakes, etc., as I have done to so many carers for months now. Sam said she’d ask Warden Deana to see if she could help me. See how hard it is to get help? Now, the frustration started to appear, and the downward spiral began! (Mind you, it’s been a different but grand start to the day) Lovely. Thanks, Sam.

I did the morning BP check rather late in the day, I know. At least the SYS was a lot lower. The pulse was the highest for ages, as was the temperature.

I found this photo on the on the SD card. I probably took it this morning. Memory? Me? Pass! Which reminded me that I’d not emptied the catheter in a while, so I did!

By gum, the sun nearly got through late afternoon.
Nice to have pretty clouds up in the sky to photographicalise again.
Hello, hello. The catheter bag needs emptying again, and I’ve not been drinking the water for a while, so I did.

Look at the time. I’ll give up on this blog. The medical call Carer will be here soon.
Oh, he’s just arrived, it’s Christopher. Medications issued, and off he trottted.

These were taken spread over an hour.
Nice to see the sun.
Even only for a few minutes.

I’ll get some food prepped.
I cooked smoked belly pork and beans. Two wholemeal rolls will follow. I added liquid smoke and some basil-flavoured passata to the pan. Delicious!