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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A broken (at least eight times) night’s sleep again. But I soon nodded off quickly each time. Forcing myself to escape the comfy clutches of the bed, I removed the nocturnal urine pouch from the catheter, and made for the wetroom, determined to get a good scrub-up, shave peggies, etc., and did just that. My balance was not bad at all, and the ailments were less severe than on Friday morning. I made a slight genuflection and swore not to bend again. Arrrgh! Toothache Tiffany, Back-Pain-Brenda, and Ingrowing Toenail Teresa were a few in a bad mood with me. I got the PPs, khagoule and dressing gown ready, and checked the medications were in there that I needed to use, and kicked off doing the ablutionalising.
I detoured a smidge to take a morning snap of the view on offer. The Ablutioning went amazingly well! Not a single cut shaving! Not a single toe-stubbing! No gums or teeth bled!
No banging the door frame/cabinet! A couple of minor hiccups, though… I dropped he razor, flannel, towel and toothbrush. The razors quite a few times. But, fortunately, I had close at hand and utilised him… I think about eleven times! WAS NOT SO GOOD Well, you can’t win them all, can you? I can’t! When I got the tube of barrier cream out, I creamed the man-breasts and genital periphery near the overhanging stomach. Tsk! And dropped the tube while putting the cap back on it. What a circuitous route it took; as I recall, it went down, hit my right knee, bounced up a smidge, and hit the things on the floor cabinet, knocking the olive oil bottle off onto the floor, which landed spot on, as if it aimed at , a perfect hit. The pain took my attention away from the flying Barrier Cream tube. Finding out where it had ended up took me ages! It had somehow slipped behind and under the exit piping at the back of the WC!
I tried to retrieve it, but I couldn’t reach it safely to pick it up. It’s still in there somewhere, now I can’t even see it! There’s more… Hard to believe I know, but I went to get the bottle of olive oil to refill the leaked squeegy-dropper bottle. And almost naturally, the bottle spilt a little and slipped out of my hand. I don’t need to tell you where it landed, do I? ARRRGH! So I won’t need to refer to or mention my poor, harrowingly painful ingrowing toenail. There’s more…
The ointment went on much more easily this time. I thought, Aha, my luck’s changing… I turned to get the Khagoule from the shower rail, and for the first time in many days, a crunch followed by a little pain came from . It sort of levelled things up a bit, really. Right foot with the toe and left with the knee. I used two walking sticks for the rest of the day.
Carer Ejaz arrived, and I forgot to ask him to find and bring back the cream. He issued the NHS medications. Then did a body check, seeing that I’d missed some acne on the top of the left leg, and he creamed it for me. That should have reminded me about the wet room farce – but it didn’t.
I’ve not had many mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, for several days? I’m making up for this today. After Carer Ejaz had looked after me and departed, I went to take a snap of the same view as earlier. It was a little brighter now. I wish that I were. Hehehe! I decided to have a search for the barrier cream tube in the wet room. Not wanting to bend the knee, I took with me. After a while, I cleaned the glasses, thinking it might help me cope better with . But I could not get at it without going down on one knee. No Way! I foolishly, nae, stupidly bent down to see if the hand brush might help me get at it… !!! I fell, fortunately, forward into the trolley. Putting my free hand out to prevent me from tumbling… The hand got entangled in the rubbish in the bottom tray, screwdriver, scissors, and might need razors, etc, again. I might have a new bruise coming. Still, it’s all a part of being disabled. Ask those far worse off than I am. I was just pleased I hadn’t gone down. All that bother of getting help, people calling for an ambulance, overnight in the hospital, waiting 5 hours for a lift back. Oh, yes, I’m not complaining, just glad it didn’t happen. Anyway, what would I put in my blog? Hehe!
It’s getting dark again. The mist is still there on the horizon. The lights are coming on, and you may be pleased to know that they are both easing off a little, and I’m back to using one stick. I opted for rather than my. Well, he’s not had an outing for a while. It keeps him happy. Again, it might be hard to believe, but I do talk to them. To prove my insanity, I pretend that I’m training them, when I forget to take one, I call out… “Heel, Micky, Come Heel!” Then mutter to myself about them not responding. When someone is in the flat. It raises a few laughs, and I get the odd incredulous glance. Well, I do it when I’m on my own too, come to think of it. A big fear of mine is someone putting a video and or microphone in the flat. They’ll pick up some terrible language when things go wrong, and I get frustrated. But, today, there have been far fewer visits from and the odd extremely welcome visits from .
Ejaz made the afternoon call. He seemed in a good mood. Bless him. In a rush, mind you. He’s got a schedule to keep.
I hand-washed and hung up a khagoule. While I was in there, I tried to reach the barrier cream behind the toilet again. No luck.
Ejaz did his teatime visit. In a good mood, he gave my leg a creaming. Medications sorted. He checked the lower regions and thought they needed more creaming, and Ejaz did so.
From here on, until about eight P.M., is an utter mystery. Whether I had a prolonged seizure or fell asleep was hard to decide on. There was a very mild taste of acidity when I came out or woke up, which indicated a seizure. Yet the usual confusion, loss of balance, and out-of-itness were not there?
I came out or was woken up when the Carer arrived. But he was too early to issue any medications; a four-hour minimum gap between NHS medications had not yet been reached. I asked him to take the waste bags to the chute for me as he left.
The computer was still on, and I thought I’d check the emails to see what was what. And found that I had sillily made an order for food to be delivered in the morning, via Amazon & Morrisons? Then, a little later, the food arrived!
What’s going on here? The computer (I thought it was its death knell) went crazy. Keys pressed and windows appeared. I was in Excel at the time, doing the Health Check recordings I’d taken earlier. Then a message came up “You are pressing Ctrl; do you want to open in safe mode.
I was not fully aware of what was happening because I was not pressing Ctrl. I pressed yes, and a blank Excel sheet opened. I managed to close everything down, gave it a minute, and then rebooted.
Same problem. I think that the Ctrl button must be stuck down. A keyboard problem? Closed down and turned off the computer altogether.
Looked at the keyboard, and the Ctrl key looked out of place with those around it.
I jiggled the button a bit, shook the keyboard upside down, nothing fell out – then again, with making my left eye so blurry, maybe some did? And restarted the computer. For how long? Fingers Crossed!
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