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THURSDAY 24th SEPTEMBER 2026
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Another messy, sparse blog today, amongst the reasons: losing yesterday’s part-created blog, so much to do in vain hope of again catching up. Everything is taking so much longer. Correcting the cock-ups is costing so much time. But possibly the worst: my sciatica this morning was at the worst pain-wise it’s ever been. Hence, my concentration is terrible. Oh, and I’ve got the trots! (Friday) Badly. Curiously, so has Carer Andrew.
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I suspect things may be out of sync, missed, and commented wrongly. Today was a bad day; tomorrow was even worse. Pain-wise, as I belatedly start this blog.
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06:00hrs; Pains, aches, and the start of the trots. On the first visit, I hobbled hastily to the WC, squirted out a loud of stinky-phoo. Stood up to clean myself… and slipped, falling onto the WC, scattering rolls, sprays and medications off of the floor cabinet as I fell.
Getting myself up on my feet again, I saw the reason for my slip… God knows how I didn’t realise it, but I’d dropped a dollop of phoo on the floor en route to the Porcelain Throne! I  sprayed
cleaner bleach on the pile after getting what I could up using paper towels and the long picker-upper. I sprayed it and left it to soak.
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Carer Edward arrived as I turned on the computer. Diabetic socks fitted on. As usual, short sock on one leg with the Catheter on and long one on the other. Painkillers: I just took one Oxycodone-Morphine. The back was awfully painful again. We used the non-medical heat cream on the right side of his back, where the pain is much worse; he rubbed it in well. I felt the heat coming through within ten minutes. The Morphine took ages, but eventually the agony eased down to almost acceptable. I took the other 11 tablets and applied Phorpain gel to my shoulders, knees, and right hand, then Germolene to my neck.
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Red sky in the morning, Shepherd’s warning!
Taken through the balcony inner doors. I got the hoover out and used it in the main room and mini-hallway.
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Bit of a quirky mystery then.
As I decided to take another strong painkiller as angina was kicking off, I got a Morphine tablet and put it on the blog’s notepad, and shot off back to the Porcelain Throne again. When I returned, that capsule looked like it had exploded in the photo I’d taken. It hadn’t, mind you, just looked like it had. Hehe!
My shaking hands have been creating unintended weird photographs lately.
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The day began to brighten up, but it was still nippy when I opened the windows to take snaps of the views.
In this one, the sky came out almost white, but it didn’t look white to my eyes. As I said, my photographic skills are on the wane.
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I felt a smidge depressed taking this snap of my beloved tree copse. My mind floated back to my daily walks through the copse; I could even smell the inside.
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I took this photo of the Carer’s Medicinal table. Seeing the roasted and salted cashew nuts amongst the jumble of prescription medications, I saw the funny side, thinking they had added them to my medications.
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Afternoon, I took this snap of the wonderful-looking clouds above; again, my mind went back, this time to my first parachute jump with the T.A.
Then yesterday’s contrails.
Then took another picture to the left og the first one.
It looked a little darker now, just a couple of minutes after taking the other snap.
Nature of wonderful!
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Earlier, Ejaz took the laundry down to the laundrette, then went down to move it into one of the dryers. Said Carer Edward would collect it when he came in later.
When he came, he didn’t collect it; he never does. He comes up to the 12th floor, comes in and registers his arrival, then goes down to collect the laundry. He didn’t hang them up, leaving them crammed in the bag. When Carer Imran (I think) arrived, he kindly emptied the bag and hung up the clothes. Reporting that some dressing gowns were still wet. He put them on the balcony to catch any sun we may get tomorrow. 
My memory is crumbling. I’m sure I knew and recognised every Carer’s name a month ago, but not now! Same with the medications; I keep having to look on a box to find the name of the ones I used earlier. I wrote down the names of the Alzheimer’s dementias I had confirmed last Wednesday at the appointment with a psychiatrist; that didn’t happen. But can I remember where I wrote them? Nope! I looked them up: Alzheimer’s, Lewy body, & Vascular dementia. I’ve added them to my notebook WP Edit page; surely I’ll remember that? Well…
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A meal with a difference!
Boiled some small potatoes in the crock pot, with added soy sauce. Then, when nearly ready, I put a bake-at-home stone-baked 400g baguette
in the oven. Staying nearby, for fear of sitting down and falling asleep. I halved some small red and yellow tomatoes and salted them. Added the spuds, put some Teriyaki sauce on them on the tray. 
Burnt a few fingers getting the slightly overcooked bread out of the oven, sliced it lengthwise into two halves, and put lasings of no-butter butter on them. Added the blue Stilton cheese, finally a lemon curd dessert.
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I checked the prices at the Dementia Home at the top of Woodborough Road. Just to see what they are currently charging a week…
ARGH! £2,500!
I lost all interest very quickly – immediately!
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May your Foibles Ferment with Fun!
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