– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I put this used photo online once the computer allowed me to, not to scare or shock you but rather to let you know how I felt the second I woke up this morning. For I had been dreaming a dream, dreamed like never before! Well, not for years now! In this wonderful, enthralling (to me) morning,the catheter was no longer attached! Griselda was on top of me, as she used to be long ago, and activities of the pleasure-making kind were taking place. Gawd, was I happy, and I honestly thought it was real and happening! But it wasn’t, of course, only in my demented but Oh-so-contented mind. Realisation returned as pain from the previously unused for yonks (Little Inchie) area that had grown in the dream. I think the catheter tube had been yanked at in the dream and partially dislodged. I soon felt and saw the blood. For some unknown reason, the night catheter bag was under my bed, somehow wrapped through the fall bars and on the floor, and still attached to the day catheter pouch. The day bag had been pulled down near my ankle, and the pain level increased as the situation dawned on me. Thus ended the moment of joy enjoyed as I woke up. Then, I felt embarrassed at pressing the wrist alarm, for I feared things were worse than they initially appeared. A nurse arrived within fifteen minutes. Then, just to make my sense of ignominy that bit worse, a second nurse arrived! Mortification and Discombobulation Modes Developed! Explaining my plight to the ladies made me red-faced. However, they sorted things out for me within about five minutes. And the flat rang out with open laughter from the nurses and even me! This was because I could not resist telling them what had happened to cause my dilemma and the pickle I was in! They cleaned me up and checked that everything was honky-dory. And it was. They stopped the bleeding in no time. Then, they removed the night bag and put in a new day bag for me. They laughed so much at one point that I thought they might have made themselves poorly. Hehehe! I bet this visit will be mentioned a few times when they return to the nurses’ HQ.They put some ointment on Little Inchies fungal lesion for me before reinserting the tube. Bless them. ♥ I suppose all this did happen and was not part of the convoluted morningmare, nightmare or dream? Haha!
The computer has been naughty all day. I’ve received memory shortage notices, and it’s not allowing me to upload photos. I may have to leave some of the few I’ve taken off the blog. And CorelDraw has been so stuttering that I’ve spent more time waiting for it to carry out keyed-in instructions than making the graphics. Grr!
I managed to do a little of my pareidoliaing of the sky and clouds this afternoon. The clear blue sky with some little puffer clouds just above the horizon was taken to the left of the kitchenette window. Similar to the second to the right. Note I caught some of the balconies in this shot. On this one, to the left higher up, I can see so many things in the clouds. Do they seem to be gathering together to do the Conga? Haha! This high-up shot reveals a face, baby cloud faces, and an exhaust pipe. Well, it does to me. I bet you can see things I didn’t. Bootiful! Then, there is a snap of the bottom field below the tree copse, with the local houses looking as pretty as a picture.
Not a lot today, so much time lost.
I’m unsure when I had this meal; it may have been yesterday. I found it amongst the shots that the computer would not let me use, and it did! But not the others. It’s late evening now. I’m going to try to take some sky photos that might please the computer’s fussiness. Flipping ‘eck, they went on, from window natural distance.
Zoomed in a little more for the second photo.
The closer for the third effort. Do you notice the colouring in these shots? According to the Nottingham News, the Northern Lights can be seen tonight. I’ll take another one later. I had better get my black bean soup, red onions, chicken thigh, and chicken sausages in the pan to warm up.
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I may have made a cock-up here. I seem to think I’ve used the one above before… Oh, dearie me!
Food warming up now. I’ll try another photo to see if the lights in the sky have changed. Well, yes, they have, haven’t they, not much!
Time to get the fodder served up now. Black bean sauce, veggie sausages, mock-chicken chicken, sliced red onions, a dash of liquid smoke, and Warburton’s Milk Roll sliced bread. The only disappointment was that I could not open the tin of water chestnuts because it had no ring pull attached to the can. I tried the two can openers, but I cannot grip the roller well enough to turn it on. Sad, innit?
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Go forth forever, having fun & festivity, Contentment, be counter-inflationary, You can defy the devil defiantly, With expediency, & exuberancy, Life pans out pragmatically… And you avoid pecuniosity! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I’m struggling to add memory to this computer. I’ve now tried four companies to get help; one has not replied, two have been negative, and one, The Computer Man, has said, “Please be patient.” That was a month ago. Huh! Getting photos and graphics on is sometimes impossible, like this morning. I’m using Ccleaner twice a day, and it still allows fewer files to be saved, so WordPress cannot load them. I’m getting depressed daily more than ever. Add the problems health-wise, mental and physical: not being able to get out to the doctor. The stupid things I’m getting up to, like forgetting what I am talking about mid-sentence, leaving the tap running, burning food I forget about, not forgetting the tumbles, walking into things and the falls. Not being able to contact my bank.
The Social lady I was referred to does not seem to understand my problems. But maybe my stuttering and frequent miscommunications are causing a misunderstanding. I have so many issues left to stew and rot, with no solutions or even acceptance of what I need help with. I’m finding it more challenging to concentrate. Today, it took me 3 hours to get the computer to save the first CorelDraw graphic to a file. I have no idea how I did it. The freeing of space never lasts long. I’ll have to stop bothering with so many graphics & photos. I love doing them.
Carer Christopher’s wife Omotola and son Gideon took me some pictures at the Goose Fair with my camera. That was lovely. Chris returned the camera this morning – but will I get them to go on WordPress? Depression Duncan is Deep Routed today, as you can see.
Even the Odes are not so easy to create. I don’t know why, but they have flowed easily until today.
Enough of my moaning. I am fed up with my moaning! But I feel the compunction via frustration of going on and on feeling sorry for myself. What a Whimp!
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I put on fresh attire, PPs and dressing gown, and went to the kitchen, and put the kettle on. I took these two not-very-good shots of the early morning views. Made a brew of Glengettie, I was feeling so low, it didn’t bother me about keeping to the rules of only 2 mugs of tea being permitted. I must have had six minimum! Then, a rumble and grumble from the innards advised me that I needed to visit the . So, I did! He was still in charge. Four large Kharki-coloured rugby-ball-shaped lumps were painfully and slowly evacuated, but it was nowhere near as hurtful as yesterday’s effort.
Carer Christopher arrived, I think, for his first shift this week. He’s brought the Kodak Tim camera back with him. His wife, Omatola, and son, Gideon, had taken photos of Goose Fair for me on their visit. I shall try to get them onto WordPress, but I doubt if the computer will allow me to do so. So, it will be a shorter blog until I can get the HP rememoried. Grammarmly didn’t like rememoried?
I’ll try to get the fair photos on the computer now. I got the blog done. It was slow work, though, as the computer’s memory was short.
Carer Shaquille arrived. Just one Codiene taken.
Good God, I’ve just got over a seizure and dizzy spell, I think, at the same time. The acidy taste almost shoots up into the mouth, and Dizzy Dennis visits seconds later. Everything has to stop, and I sit as calmly as possible until the session ends. How horrible these are! It took a lot longer than it usually does.
I’m not feeling too good at all now.
What next?
Sod-it & Clapmongers!
The low-memory messages have appeared again.
I took these two photographs of the falling rain sometime last night or, more likely, earlier this morning. I can’t recall taking them, though. I found them on the SD card when I loaded the food photo but missed putting them on yesterday’s blog. Obviously, they were snapped from the balcony through the glass windows. Yes, it was raining again in Sherwood. But we needed it.
After staying in one position for so long overnight, as I stood up to remove the catheter night bag, Cartilage Chloe pained me like never before! She gave way, and I collapsed to the floor. No harm done; I grabbed the back of the recliner on my way down, and my knees barely touched the floor. Unfortunately, I twisted the torso and kicked off. She’s still hurting now, but mainly only when I get up to walk. Well, it’s more like a delicate walking-stick-aided hobble. Hehe!
I meandered into the balcony, to take to take a view of the end car park mudslide. An oddly blue tinge to this one, a little like Saturday morning?
Another poor-quality, shaky photograph of the front car park on Chestnut Way in front of the Woodthorpe Court flats was taken.
For the first time in months, my evacuation was in the same mode as the morning dump the day before. But this one was even bigger and more painful than Monday’s job. After three flushes, the end of the gigantic torpedo was still sticking out of the water! I had to get a bamboo stick and break up the submarine in the water to get it to the sewer! An application of Germoloid ointment eased things.
My . The Acne & Eczema cream was applied. A blob of Germolene dabbed on the, s papules and both knees. I left the most painful one until last. The Dakacorting of poor Little Inchie Fungal Lesion. Next, I olive-oiled the ears. Then, spray the tooth pain-easier on the teeth. Then I got the Blepha Gel and were applied, I used the last of this, I must get more. Then, the Acne and Eczema cream was used. It’s a busy business with all this medicationalisationing! Hehe!
Then, I tackled getting a shave. One mishap, I dropped the can of shaving foam, and it landed right on my ingrowing toenail on the right foot! Just four little nicks shaving.
The next four hours were spent in a seizure, haze, or I’d fallen asleep, or some combination, patches of memory, but these can’t be validated as correct. Carers are unidentified; the last two calls were done by Carer Israel. I can recall Israel taking off the diabetic socks. That’s all.
The meal was sorted out very late… in the A.M. I’d scribbled a rating on the notepad, but I can’t recall doing it. So it must have been a feast to give it 9.3?
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I went to sort out the waste bins and took these two shots from the kitchenette window. The top one shows the shadow of the block of flats as the sun rose from the left. The bottom one is taken to the left and higher up. This shows what, to me, are incredible cloud formations. I spotted some figures in the clouds. The human face is high on the left with his big nose, and he points his finger to the right? Also, a long-beaked bird. Can you see any?
I was about to turn on the kettle when the intercom chime chimed out. It was the J Sainsbury order. I’ve already made an order for food from Asda for next week. Huh! Read on. Got the goods in boxes, and the catheter needed gallons of water in the hallway. Carried the boxes into the kitchen and unloaded them to put away, taking some snaps as I did so.
The first box I emptied out contained Milk Roll Bread, Cornish pasties, lamb patties, and Lemon yoghourts. Oh, and a free can of Coke! The second box, which I emptied, contained Luxurious Limoncello desserts, beef slices, tomatoes, Bartlett potatoes, soft Flora spread, and bleach. Then, I tackled the third one of the boxes. Energy drinks were not for me; they are on my ‘Forbidden Foods List’, along with so many other foods: Cranberries, pineapple, grapefruit. Barred foods: broccoli, spinach, kale, collard greens, cauliflower, sprouts, asparagus, cabbage, lettuce, chard, mustard greens, turnip greens, parsley, chickpeas, liver, egg yolks, mature cheese, blue cheese, avocado, beef liver, green tea, and Alcohol. St. John’s wort. Tuna fish in oil, as well as peanuts and peas, might cause problems. Certain vegetable oils have high amounts of vitamin K. Foods that are low in vitamin K include roots, bulbs, tubers, & some fruits.
The type of clotting factor that Warfarin interferes with is called the vitamin K-dependent clotting factor. Warfarin works by decreasing the amount of vitamin K in your body. Without enough vitamin K to use, the vitamin K-dependent clotting factor can’t help your blood to clot like it should.
Avoid: Antibiotics ciprofloxacin or fluconazole. Seizure drugs, Ibuprofen, Fluoxetine, Aspirin, Clopidogrel, Hepain, Gingko Biloba, garlic, Co-enzyme Q10, TIPS:
Some serious side effects of warfarin can include excessive bleeding from wounds and death of skin tissue. This is caused by small blood clots blocking oxygen flow to your skin. Toe pain can be a symptom of skin death.
Pain, swelling, and redness in your legs. Difficulty breathing, Chest pain, Trouble moving your limbs, Trouble seeing, walking, or speaking.(Well, I’ve all of them!)
Check your toes often, especially if you feel discomfort, and contact your doctor as soon as possible if you experience pain. Hahaha! If? Hehehe!
I lost the plot there, sorry!
I finished making the waste bags and putting them near the flat’s door, then returned to the computer to ensure that things would work. I hope!
Within minutes, the intercom buzzed again. I thought the Asda driver had forgotten something, or maybe the Social Lady was visiting… I hoped! But it was neither. It was the Asda order for next week that had arrived! WHAT A PLONKER! I’ve done it again—I ordered two food deliveries in the same week, and even worse, I ordered them for the same day and time! Depression Derek Dawned!
The driver put the goods into boxes and bags for me. He had to shoot off; he was miles behind with his schedule of deliveries. Poor chap. He left the boxes in the hallway for me. And I sorted them out in the kitchenette – with a definite feeling of de-ja-vu! Marmite cheese, beef slices, lemon fool, and lemon curd desserts are on view. Three ready-made meals, Cumberland pie, Shepherds pie and a Lamb Hot Pot. A BBQ pork pie, a reasonable price that, a third off the regular price! Lamb pattie, and half-price imitation chicken, cooked chicken pieces. Getting them into the already full fridge was a work of art. As you can see from the photo on the left, I took a picture of the fridge’s contents. I hope I can read the sell-by dates without dropping something as I manoeuvre them around to read them. Two Carers had been by the time I started this blog well into the afternoon.
I had already used Ccleaner twice and dared not use it again when a Memory-Shortage warning appeared on the screen. This depressed me more than it had before, and I gave up on the computer and made a meal. I took a terrible photo of it. Nice though! I walked into the doorframe as I took the things to wash in the kitchen. Then, 2 I dropped the plastic plate, and it cracked. Instant fatigue and brain fog came on as I sat down in the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop-bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige-coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, to watch some TV. I felt sure I was going to drift off into a deep sleep. But, No! I sat there, unaware of anything I was doing, and going off into… I don’t know the word for this. I was going into deep thoughts of the past and imagining the future. It was weird, and I knew it was, but I went along with it, hoping that sleep would arrive. But Sweet Morpheus didn’t come, despite my seemingly feeling even more tired and in need of it. After an hour or so, Carer Chris arrived. I did not move from the recliner for his visit, and I don’t know what we discussed.
I continued with the long-gone and future thoughts. Occasionally, while trying to watch TV, I had several quick nod-offs, but not many.
I assumed another hour had gone when Chris arrived for his last call, five hours later!
I recall him saying, “You’ve not moved out of this chair since my last visit, have you?” I agreed, asking him how he knew.
“Your legs are in the same position on the chair as when I left you!” I still have not moved from the recliner. He took off my socks as I lay there with my feet up on the chair.
After Chris departed, I thought I’d better get up and do something, despite having a sleepless five or six hours doing sod-all apart from having fears of the past and fantasies for the future… I then swiftly fell asleep. I woke up with a jump, thinking I’d only just nodded off, only to find it was 06:00 hrs in the morning. I made notes to remind myself of events and rose up to remove the catheter pouch. After that long stay in one position, Cartilage Chloe pained me like never before! Chloe gave way, and I collapsed to the floor.
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Getting about five hours’ worth of blissful sleep that was only interrupted a few times when played up twingingly. But I fell back into the land of nodding quickly enough after each stabbing pain.
I lay there on the bed, planning the best way to escape from the bed with the least pain from the Cartilage Carole and Back-Pain-Brenda. The door chime chimed, and in walked Carer Richard. We spoke as I manoeuvred my way free of the bed and fell down again on my rear end, upsetting & . When I did get stood up, & they played me up.
Richard was talking to me, but I was a little ‘out-of-it’ still coping with the morning’s mangled mind, cartilage, and neurotransmitter difficulties, so have little idea what Richard was saying or what I was answering.
A came into focus a few minutes later, though. I think I did a bit of moaning about something. Then I stopped when I realised it was pointless. I forgot to ask Richard to put on my diabetic socks. Then, I emptied the nocturnal catheter bag while he was doing his paperwork. The lad still had his leg clamps on, the complete works this time, and looked shattered. Bless him. I imagine it must be a long job getting them on and off. He’s still having to use his crotch/walking stick. He issued the medications and limped to get home and to bed. I bade him farewell and a good sleep.
Cartilage Carole was less bothersome for a while, possibly because I was taking Codeine with the medications and rubbing in some Phorpain gel. I used the last of the extra-strong ones, which perhaps helped. They stopped making it, so I’ve only used it when I felt I needed it. It’s all gone now! Tsk! Then I , using the regular Porpain gel. But of course, I’m limited as to where I can get at it and apply it. Still, it’s better than nothing at all. The new tube in the medical drawer was only 15% strong. Humph!
I meandered carefully onto the balcony to take some snaps of the view, starting with the mudslide at the end of the car park. It must have been raining last night. See how quick I grasped that detail? Haha! Then, I took a shot of the nearby houses from the kitchenette.
I belatedly got the computer on… I had to go through the Ccleaner process again, as the computer would not let me post graphics from anywhere in the WordPress gallery due to a lack of memory. Depression dawned! It took me over an hour and a half to clean things up. To re-login, I had to go through CorelDraw, Excel, Word, Google, Grammarly, Asda, J Sainsbury, Amazon, etc., searching through my scribbled notebook to find passwords. I didn’t see the Norton’s. Curse!
Carer Chloe arrived. I was not in a sound frame of mind because I was so het-up about the computer problems. After the gal had gone, memories were sparse.
Do you see the face in the first of the sky photos I took? There is possibly a dolphin and an animal’s head in there as well. Well, I can see one? I do love pareidolianing. No effort is required; things in the clouds I see automatically.
This afternoon, the snap of the full catheter day pouch may have been a painting, not a photograph. I think my bending down to take it and using the flash on the Kodak caused this odd outcome. The muslin bag seems invisible, and the wee-wee is a weird colour in the snap as well?
I was having balance and dizziness problems on and off all day long, but they were less frequent as the day turned to evening. I had several dizzies in the afternoon that came on quickly, but they were over in minutes. Maybe connected to Friday night’s tumble from the ladder, methinks.
I must sing the praises of this toothache spray; I’m not saying it kills the pain, but it sure dullens it. It eases !
I received a call from Social Services regarding my being referred by the ambulance service after my fall on Friday night. I fear they called when I was in mid-seizure, although I came out of it within seconds. I think.
I’m not sure what I said in return to her questions. I think she will ring me back, yes, I’m sure she said that. I know she asked a lot of questions, but I also recall my stuttering and forgetting things I was going to say. Oh, dear.
ON THIS DAY IN 1960, INCHY STARTED A JOB AS A STREET GAS LAMP LIGHTER & SNUFFER IN NOTTINGHAM. It is believed he made £1.10.0 a week, but he earned more than that from people asking him to hit their bedroom window with his pole to wake them up. We suspect the money was used for his other interests. See photo left.
As of this moment (15:35hrs), I’ve been clear of any Accifauxpas, serious Whoopsiedangleplops, and even free of Electric Shocking Sherida! But the day has brought some terrible back pains. I assume this was caused by my launching off of the stepladder. The painkillers and Phorpain Gel have been heavily used. But I know it could have been worse, and I might have ended up in the hospital… having meals fed me. Hahaha! There has been little worth mentioning, apart from the short mini-seizure I had when the Carer was here. It won’t be in his log book, as he was leaving when I had it. He told me it lasted only a minute or so. But I’ve never had a seizure before when I was stood up. Always when I was lying or sitting down. Even CorelDraw has not crashed. I shouldn’t have said that! Silly Boy! Very few photos were taken. As usual, I struggled with the typing errors, spending more time correcting than perfecting. Humph!
I jumped awake around 06:30 hrs, and with trepidation. Or should that be anxiety? Naymatter. I feared getting up late would leave me no time to finish everything and get to the doctor’s on time. I mused over what needed doing and hoped I’d not leave the hot water tap running again. This semi-panic helped force me out of bed to check the taps and empty the nocturnal catheter pouch. Within minutes, before I’d even gotten to the wet room and kitchen, I decided that walking all that way to the surgery and back was now a no-go! My balance was all-to-cock, and Cartilages Carole & Chloe were repaying me for falling on them last night, cruelly so, too! This eased my mind, and I avoided having to rush around to get ready in time, especially with me waking up so late. I’m struggling with both cartilages playing up at the same time.
I settled myself, got the things into the wet room, got the heater towels, and was ready for a long, pleasant, enjoyable ablutioning session.
arrived as I was shaving. The lad helped me remove the catheter support tackle and trimmed my neck-hole. I couldn’t have asked for better. I had to cut the showering time down cause I didn’t want to keep him waiting. I still got pleasure from it. I even got into the protection pants quickly, within four minutes. Chris issued the medications in between me, rabbiting on at him about me not going to the doctor today. He said to ask the next Carer to ring them for me. Off he trotted, taking the laundry bag with him. He’s off to Goose Fair today with his wife and nipperoony. I got on the computer, got up to visit the Porcelain Throne, another messy one, and returned to notice hundreds of flies around the balcony; many had got inside. Where did they appear from? Big ones and baby ones? Each time I sat down and stood up, Dizzy Dennis joined in with the cartilage and gave me grief. I’m so glad I didn’t risk going to the doctor for the jabs now.
I felt an undertone of guilt as I got back in the main room and cleaned, and tidied a bit, not a lot, mind you, I didn’t want to temp Dizzy Dennis to return, Then I hoovered around the carpet and in the hallway.
Carer Joanne arrived for the PM call. I asked how her medical problems were, and she was not happy at all. She asked me about the tumble I took. We laughed, and as I got up to walk her to the door, paid me a call, and, , I . She did larf! Hahaha! The afternoon’s pictures on the left here of the marvellous clouds that were on offer for me to photograph. The second one was supposed to show the multitude of flies on the balcony. I can’t see one in this picture. Another of the mysteries of the Woodthorpe Court’s sinister Spirit’s master plan. To raise the devil, spread wonders, blunders, fears and descenders from the comfort of sanity into my becoming a physical gibbering mental wreck! I took this shot of the cheapo ancient. Well, it must have been made in the 1960s, with the day, month, and date needing to be manually flipped. I forgot what I was going to say about it now. Humph! What a plonker!
It was a long one, I think. I’d been to the Throne Room again, and maybe I did fall asleep, but I reckon it was a mini seizure because I felt totally drained as I woke up or came around. This usually happens after a seizure. It took me ages to come back to feeling normal. That was a daft thing to say; there’s been nothing normal about me for ages!
I got some potatoes roasting. I took this snap of the sky from the kitchenette, which is my favourite one to date. Gorgeous!
I went on the WP REader while the spuds cooked, and then after 23 minutes, I could put the ready-made Shepherd’s pie in the microwave.
23 minutes later, the sky had surprisingly changed to blue? There was a strip of brown left just above the horison of my view. But why?
A ready-made meal of shepherd’s pie with root veg mash, garden peas and mini roast potatoes. Milk roll bread to soak up the gravy, and a lemon & lime yoghourt to follow. Nice!
There were six visits today. All were Trotsky Terence mode. Messy!
Another mystery!
Morning views.
Food Delivery.
Noon view.
More visits…
Carer Chris.
Evening view.
Lots of computer problems again. I decided to give up and turned everything off, intending to get some food.
My plans were interrupted. As I turned on the light, the lightbulb gave a momentary flash and then died. It was getting dark, too. I got the step ladder. With my history of using this, I should have known better!.
Everything went quiet as I fell backwards off the steps and got entangled with the stepladder on the floor. Whether it was a mini-seizure or I knocked myself out, I’m not sure. Half an hour later (estimated), I became aware of where I was and the pain involved. I pressed my alarm wristlet button and had to move off my knees and onto my bottom. The pain from Cartilage Chloe & Caroles was, to say the least, excruciating. Of course, then I had the pleasure of Haemorrhoid Harold stinging and bleeding. The Nottingham City Homes lady acknowledged me. I told her my situation, and she called for an ambulance. I mentioned that the caregivers could be called, as I needed to get back up. She called them and said they had no one to respond but would get someone when the night shift started. She added that the ambulance would arrive once they had one free. Checked on me over the next hour or so, and I kept trying to get up, but without any luck. The lady said just stay where you are until the ambulance arrives. Which it did shortly. I was impressed with the two paramedics who attended. One took control, asking relevant questions, and then they used a quilt over my back and under my arms to haul me back up on my feet. They did a grand job. They even put the new lightbulb in for me after they arrived and confirmed I was okay. They also took my temperature and BP.
They even made me some sandwiches as they left ♥
Carer Chris arrived. He’d met the ambulance crew on his way up and their way down. He sorted out some medications and painkillers for me. Cleared some mess left from the ambulance visit.
I wasn’t in so much pain after the Codeines had done their job. My balance was a bit dodgy, and I had a series of mini-seizures when I tried to get to sleep. All was good otherwise!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’d fallen asleep again last night in the recliner. Well, it took a few hours for me to nod off. I think I must have got around six unbroken hours of sleep. Waking up when Carer Christopher arrived. I believe I waffled on about something for a while. My body simply refused to get up, and a tiredness overcame me like never before. No idea why? I was, to say the least, feeling muddle-headed as well. I lay there unmoving for about five more hours! I was not sleeping. I just sat there thinking and confusing myself, feeling weak, and the innards started rumbling. This forced me into imitation action, and I delicately freed myself from the clutches of the warm 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. I Christened it Recliner Roger today). My balance was all over the place. But I took my time and visited the wet room to remove the nocturnal pouch and utilise the Porcelain Throne. I came so close to falling asleep on the Throne, but I didn’t… well, I don’t think I did, anyway. Of course, I may have had a brief kip. Hehe! I cleaned up and went back to the recliner room. That was when I saw it was 11:25hrs already! I still felt so drained and tired, so I thought I’d do some cleaning to get the limbs moving. I didn’t know if there was any possibility of getting the brain going. I made up some needed bladder water drinks, putting some bi-carbonated soda in with added lime juice. Thinking it might perk me up a bit.
Then, I got the hoover out and cleaned the carpets, which had what looked like biscuits or crisp crumbs all over them. I didn’t recall having anything to eat overnight, but I suppose I might have. But when I did the waste bins, I found no empty bikkie or crisp bags in the bins.
To my surprise, Carer Chris returned. He was doing this week’s domestic duties. He still issued the medications for me. I asked him to clean the wet room and kitchen floors for me, which the lad did. I was feeling much better now, more with it. As he was filling in the duties sheet, Carer Shaquille arrived. Not knowing that Carer Chris was here. After they had both left, I got onto the blog, which I was well behind with already, not needing to lose the five more hours I had. As I said, I was much more with it.
It’s well into the afternoon now. I spent an hour or so on the computer. I mostly tried to analyse the computer’s faults, but I was getting frustrated again with my lack of understanding of the machine’s inner workings. So, over the next two hours, I took some photos in between cursing. Here they are.
I moved into a with the actions of the computer.
CorelDraw froze yet again, and MS Word will not save anything for me. A pleasant surprise was that MS Excel was now letting me load files after yesterday’s reducing me. So I can get the Health Check Results back online. Knowing my luck or lack thereof, it’ll probably pack up on me again tomorrow.
I so hope I can get up early in the morning to get a good wash, scrub-up shower shave, medicationalings done, and the Porcelain’s Throning before the order arrives.
What am I on about? It’s coming next Tuesday, innit?
Gonna get some nosh now. TTFN.
Sleepy Inchy-Reporter Returns.
Carer Christopher called. My diabetic socks were taken off, and just one Codeine was given due to my earlier silly tumble and hitting my head against the cooker. I seem to have developed expert skills in headbutting hard objects lately. I haven’t shoulder-charged the door frame in the wet room for six days now. I shouldn’t have said that!
I prepped and served the meal, ate it, had a bag of Frazzles afterwards, washed the pots, and manoeuvred my way into bed. About two hours later, I was still lying there praying, pleading and asked Mr G if he would be kind enough to let me get to sleep and if he could please stop lambasting me, raising my patheticness, historic cock-up-reminding and the pointless, fruitless future I face. An hour later, I gave up and got out of bed into the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner, and turned the TV on… but it didn’t come on, only a floating balloon telling me ‘No Connection Available’. Harrumph! Thank you, Liberty-Global Virgin Media! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Live Long and Prosper – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
