– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I lost the plot again!- – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I went to bed early last night to ensure I could wake up, well, get up early for the JS delivery between 6:30 @ 7:30hrs. (I thought). Here’s how my plan went. When I woke up, I wriggled my way painfully (the Lymphorrhrea Leslie leg was leaking and giving off electric shocks) up enough to shine the torch at the clock to check the time, 04:10hrs. A moment to gather myself together, I decided I had to force myself to get up. Despite the pains in my leg, I drifted swiftly off back to sleep. Woke up later, and realised I’d had a dream, but only smidges of it remained in my brain. I hate it when this happens! I got the torch, wound it up, and checked the time 0430hrs. I remember trying to get my leg higher by bending it, so I didn’t need to bend so far to get the night bag off of the catheter, Zzzz! Stirred again, the clock was showing 0510hrs. I renewed my resolve to get out of bed this time. Getting annoyed with myself now… Zzzz! Next awakening, I could not find the torch at first, but did in a few minutes… but don’t ask why or how, I found it in my nightcap? (I know! Me too!) Pressed the on button, but nothing happened. I thought, I’ve got to get up to see what time it is, then I can stay up even if it’s too early. Cunning idea? Haha! As I got my legs painfully off of the bed, I felt the pus pouring from Lymphorrhrea Leslie’s leg. I used the paper towels I keep in the bed for such emergencies and dried the feet while lying on the bed to avoid too much bending and a visit from Lost-Balance-Belinda or Dizzy Dennis. The time showed 0545hrs. Despite the need to get up to ensure I didn’t miss the delivery, I sat in the aged, grotty-looking, c1966-made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, and Zzzz! What the Hell is happening here? I jerked awake. It was much lighter now; no need to use the torch to see. It was already 06:50hrs. Had I missed the intercom sounding? Have the groceries been and gone? Suddenly, this mattered less… the innards let out a long, blasting gust of wind from the rear end, and I was on my way, with the catheter bag dangling, to the Porcelain Throne. Convinced I was about to be late for a Trotsky Terence evacuation. I was wrong. I anticipated this because I had the Bombay Potatoes last night. It seems they had the complete opposite effect than expected and usually do; I got seated, and boy, did that evacuation not want to start. Ten minutes or so later, it crept out, still needing a bit more urging, and it was a messy, sticky affair. Cleaned myself up. Got the catheter straps on and put the kettle on. Eager for a mug of Glengettie. Taking a shot of the view on offer as I filled the kettle. Tea? No! But no! 0710hrs, and Carer Dilan came in. I warned him that I’d left a waste bag where I’d left it, so he didn’t trip over it, asking him to take it with him on his way out to the refuge disposal room. Issued the medications. Checked the urine level after I asked him to. I took the urine to the toilet to empty it again. I remembered to ask him to check the sinks, fridges and cooker for me. Off he went after waiting for the fifteen minutes to be up. Just missing the arrival of the JS delivery. Seems I got that wrong on the calendar, too. It was for 0700 > 0800hrs. The driver put the food into the bags I supplied him with, leaving them in the hallway. Then, I got them checked and stored them away. Got some ready meals, lemon yoghurts, jelly & custard pots, fish sticks, and fish tails, and some Spanish-style potato cakes. One of the meals is a fish-and-chip dish with pea puree. A reasonable offer price, too. 400g for £3.45. I can have some fishcakes with them, mayhaps. Cook in the oven or microwave. I was pleased to find some new-season daffodils in stock. I got these as a thank-you for Jenny, and some Jaffa orange wafers for Frank, her other half. Both lovely people. Bless them. Unloaded the next carrier bag: bread, Gungo Ho sauces, dark soya, Bombay potatoes, tomatoes, water chestnuts, and a packet of Bombay mix nibbles. No need, and I must not do another order for this week! (He says)
Oh, and I restocked on medical plasters. I hope some of these will be useful for sticking on the district nurses’ bandages & plasters on the leg when the wounds ooze blood & lymph, loosening them.
The rain is continuing, but not heavily yet, just persistently. The Carer on the midday call, a lovely lad, called Mirzra, & my delivery driver told me how ‘flipping’ cold it felt out there. It was cold enough in the flat.
Carer Dilan arrived early tonight. I’d just made a brew of Glengettie at long last. It’s still there, stone cold, undrunken. Tsk!
Took another shot of the same view as earlier, with the drizzle still coming and the wind getting up. But a lot better than some places are. Primarily falling as hill snow in northern England and Scotland, along with heavy rain and wind from Storm Chandra.The bitch!
A tomato and a bit of red onion. They can go in mt fish & chip ready meal with added fishcakes, methinks?
Oh, the leg is leaking again. Not to fret, the nurse is calling tomorrow to check on it for me. I hope.
Better get the nosh sorted out then. I had the ready-made fish-and-pea meal, adding the fishcakes to the mix. In the late morning, I plugged the SD card into the computer to retrieve the photo I was 100% sure I’d taken of the meal. But it was not on the card or in the camera? I was later 50% sure I must have taken the shot… certain I had taken the photo on the chair before settling to eat it. Or did I? Maybe I got distracted? I may not have… Tsk!
That’s a bit better. I’d like it to be higher! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – =============== TTFNski Folks! ===============
