Day: 16 December 2025

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Woke at 06:50hrs. Fought a battle with my reluctance and unwillingness to get up. Won it at 07:00hrs, and removed the catheter night bag. Balance exercises, and into the kitchen to take a snap of the view on offer. It looked a little dank in the kitchen on this snap.
It seemed a smidge depressing outside, too. The intercom buzzed, and I let in my Carer, Ejaz. Who arrived, gave me my medications, and emptied the nocturnal catheter bag… I heard him calling me, and hobbling to the wet room…
ARRGH! FLOODS in the wetroom. Thank heavens it was Ejaz who came; he turned on the shower, and the drain cleared the deep water. A right mess. I pressed the alert button, and Ejaz went into the room and took over the call; I was already panicking. They do not handle floods; we have to ring 0115 2222. So, Ejaz did. They were not open. We tried, but there was no answer on the General Inquiries number. Tried the Repairs number: 0115 9555. AI message: We are open between 8:30hrs and 17:00hrs.
I got the computer on and around 09:30hrs, I rang the Repairs number, but stopped, it may be better to ring ILC (Independent Living Coordinator).
Oberstgrüppenführeress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana first. On answerphone.
Updated some numbers in MS Word.
Tried the 5555 number and got AI. Pressed this for, that for, and 3 for, but couldn’t tell which was which. Then I rang the 2222 number. And got AI, with press this fir, and that for, and 3 for, but could not hear which was for which. I gave up and tried ringing Warden Deana again. Got through. Busy but will pop up to take a look.
Got the floor mats out and covered them with towels to help them dry. Went back and mopped up some water; it seems to be coming from the drain hole.
Wardens Deana & Julie arrived to investigate the leak problem. They will call the Maintenance for me and let me know the result. The dressing dropped off the arm wound, and I replaced it with a Heath Robison affair.
Which fell off ten minutes later. Determined to get it covered, I tried again. Wound cover, with tape at the top and bottom of the patch.
On the computer. For 14 minutes, the dressing dropped off again. This time I was getting short of plasters, gauze and tape. So, I used several small plasters to put on top… We’ll see how that goes.
Made a brew, and back on the computer. I’m so far behind now, I feel self-annoyed…. if that’s the correct terminology?
Carer called, and I told him the tale of the flood. Painkillers, nobody checks for yet another day. I’m hoping to get a shower and shave, which would wash off the creams, lotions, and foams. But only if the flooding doesn’t start again. If that starts, I’ll be in danger of slipping and taking a tumble. I bade my bad English understanding, but okay, Carer, a good day.

Back to updating yesterday’s blog – at long last, and it is already nearly 13:0hrs. Getting today started is questionable. However! I believe that waking up to the floods, then the arm wound kerfuffle getting it redressed, then so soon the leak was fixed, then I managed to get a dressing to stay on the arm; Small gains to some, a miracle to me. Thus, I am now even further behind than ever, but am singing away and seeing the funny side of everything… Why? High-Mood-Horis has been activated! Fanbloodytastic!

No info about the leak has arrived, 6 hours later. But I keep checking to see if it has started again. I’ll do it now… all clear, looking okay.

Back to the blogging. Got yesterdays done and sent… talking about scent, I will be so glad to get a wash & shave, it’s been that long I might not be able to find the wetroom. Hehehe! Phew, or rather phoo!

I’ve lost the EE word list I had been working on & off! AGAIN! High-Mood-Horis hastily departed, and Dark, Dank Depressing Darius returned, and I was a completely different character from the last few hours. Now, I swear I’m thinking of other failures as I search the computer for the missing file. I’d probably miss it with this nasty habit of wanting to find something else to blame myself for, taking priority in my changed state of mind. Getting help with this is a no-go. As with the other things, the plumbers haven’t checked yet. My left eye is making things hard on the computer. I’m sinking here. (16:15hrs). That’ll help the coroner work out the timeline. Should I do what I momentarily thought of while writing this?
I perhaps had a mini-seizure just now. The acid reflux I just smelt and tasted is an indication. No memory, of course, but I see that I conveniently wrote the time on this blog. It is now, as I sit here waiting for the after effects to die down, 16:50hrs. A Carer might be calling soon; I don’t want to be out of sync when they do.
I’m not going to move until I am sure the balance is okay. It should only take a few minutes max. I’m waffling again. And at the same time, I was talking to myself, non-stop. Didn’t like the answers I got.

The dressing fell of the arm again. I’ll leave it off now, it looks like it’s getting a lot better. I’d put some peas in the slow cooker many hours ago, and after tasting some, I got the potatoes in the oven, and went to close the computer; I might as well, not getting much done.

Back to save the stuff on the computer for closing down, and the mobile flashed once and beeped once. A text had arrived. It was from the NCC Maintenance department. It left me semi-confused; it said the electrician I had requested will be calling this evening, between 18:30 & 22:30hrs. This will be classed as an emergency repair. Baffled, I wondered why they had called an electrician and not a plumber. I assumed this was an error, and any minute now a plumber would arrive.
I smelt the aroma of the singed to death potatoes I’d left cooking. Threw them away, and made a substitute meal with some of the remaining roast potatoes in the freezer, peas and three Silesian sausages… not hostages, just in case Starmer is reading this blog – Hahaha!). There were not many left, and even fewer after I’d picked out the bad ones from the Asda bag. I removed the black-spotted spuds and binned them. 

I’m certain this time that I had a seizure, and damned lucky over it too! I came round with the usual acidity on its way up into my mouth and nose, and realised I was bent forward, with a terrible back-ache and on the very edge of the chair. I don’t know why I hadn’t fallen off of it! 
But, give me time!

A last effort with the now-working-again Kodak Tim 2.
I vaguely recall a few moments of, erm, er… reflection… no. Remeniscing? No. I feel like a fool again here. When I started this passage, I knew how I felt: I was moved by something this view inspired. I’ve been looking at the photo, hoping to recall, but no. This has happened, or things like it, on and off all day, very self-anger-making. Spit!… and SPIT again! Haha!

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