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Not a good day. So not much of a blog, sorry.
I took some photographs, which may help me remember things. A few notes to use from early on, before the mayhem began.
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07:15 I woke up and went to the Porcelain Throne.
0735 hours: I was still battling Constipation Conrad, and Carer Ejaz arrived. Ejaz did another good job for me. He foamed the legs and ankles. Then Phorpain gelled the Arthur Itis-suffering knees, both painful Cartilages, of Chloe and Carol. Then, we carried out the Health Checks and recorded the results.
I took a snap of the end car park and the front car parks from the balcony.
Taking the first one through the glass, so it was 
not a good one. For the front one, I opened a window to take it. Trapped my finger closing the window mechanism.
Made a small mug of extra-strong Typhoo tea, and updated the clock calendar. The hearing aids are working again!
I pretended to tidy up the Carer’s desk with quite a few nibbles and medications scattered around.
Then, my most beloved DVT Warfarin nurse, Hristina, came to 
see me. Sadly, with confirmation that she will no longer be 
calling on me. Sob! Krudnuts! I could have cried. She’s called in to tell me this devastating news and give me two bottles of Krakus concentrated beetroot borscht. Bess her! The NHS have hired a private firm to take the blood now, and tomorrow will be their first call. A depression should have arrived then by rights and circumstances, but the kind thought of her coming to let me know herself, and with the wonderful gifts, it was weirdly only 
that appeared. Odd, that.
After her final farewell, I gave her a kiss; she didn’t object, just thanked me, and a smile blossomed on her face. This smile will not be forgotten, nor will Hristina. 🤎 I got the feeling of guilt for 
trying to sink me, but couldn’t. Although, of course, when the sad news dropped into my brain, DDDD took over.
As soon as I realised I’d made a muck-up when the Morrison food order for next Tuesday… arrived!
Now I was sinking fast!
Food.
After this was put away, a bit of self-lambasting was issued. Curses etc… The return of the mini-seizures arrived. After every one of them, it took me ages to come around, to reconcentrate, lose the shakes. Still, they have been kind to me since I got back from the hospital, I must say… until today. Hahaha!
I think I may have got things wrong, missed off or repeated… the wrong day, or the bad timing. Can’t cope very well today. The seizures, although extra-mini in length, are a devil to recover from… and I had plenty of practice today and night.
Good Luck in Love & Money
I’ve got none of either, but am available for consultation!
When carers and appointed professionals are moved on it must be a wrench as they are part of a social network as much as just doing a job, that’s something the govt need to take into account.
You are right, Paul.
The new one who called today, seemed emotionless. My witty comments got no recognition… Oh, I’m missing Hristina already.
OH NO! Your beautiful vampiress being outsourced to private bleeders. I’m devastated! First there was Nurse Nichole, who you used to see regularly, then they changed your routine. Then there was one of the first carers who took care of you, and she helped with so many things like going to the bank and appointments with you. And now you are losing Hristina. At least you have plenty of food and Krakus concentrated beetroot borscht to drown your sorrows.
Thanks for the understanding, Tim.
The new blood-taker came today. Never smiled in all the eight minutes she was here. My witticisms were ignored. I have to go now. Not, cheerio or goodbye.
Thank heavens for the photos of her you sent me, Sir.
Cheery-bye.
Sad state of affairs. The new bloodsucker probably has a blood-sucking quota and can’t be detoured with friendliness or witricisms. Pretty sad when you can’t shake a smile out of a sourpuss.
She wouldn’t crack, Tim. I might have… Hahaha!
Cheers, Tim.
Sad.
Just the emotion she left me with, Tim.
Worra worrying day for you, Gerry. ’tis the middle of the night in Nottingham as I respond. And, ’twas a busy day at the largest hospital in this region. However, that good lad, Alan, waited the entire 3 1/2 hours it took for me to complete my colonoscopy and to sleep an extended period in the post-op partition/waiting room. Now, I just have to wait for the results to come back in 7 to 10 days. The doctor had to swab down the lining of the literal crap that lined my colon. Well, he did it with a probe, of course. Very sad to hear about the departure of Hristina. But quite a lovely gift she did leave for you.
Cheers to yer from each of us (including our 3 moggies, of course).
That’s cheered me a little, knowing all went well at the hospital for you, my Good Sir.
Now the wait for the results – fingers crossed, Billum.
All the best to the Manor Clan, including the moggies. xxx
Hristina is so helpful, Gerry, that you’ll miss her? I hope you get along the best possible.
The new gal is not very polite or patient, I fear.