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The meddlesome medley of like yesterday relented. However, I did have one hell of a mind-blank this evening that lasted for at least three hours. During this, Carer Joanne discovered that I’d cut up and seasoned some mushrooms earlier in the day and left the heat on under the pan when she did the taps and cooker checks for me. I genuinely thought she was joking at first. I went into the kitchen to her, and sure enough, I had. Why the hell I couldn’t remember doing it – and equally worrying, is how I did it without knowing and had no accidents, Accifauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops doing it?
I also took some sky photographs as well.
But the mini-blanks, unless I didn’t realise, which must be possible, did not affect me much at all. On this long one, no blogging was done at all. What was I doing then? That’s a silly question. I was doing the mushrooms, but that wouldn’t have taken me three hours, surely. I found the sharp knife hours later, underneath the microwave cooker. I assume I’d used it to slice the mushroom with.
I used far too much of the pain-killer spray on the teeth today. was hardly any bother at all, up to now anyway. I’m going to ask a Carer to call the doctor on Monday. I’ll get to the surgery somehow or other. I rankling me now.
Getting yesterday’s blog done took me ages. This is surprising, really, because the toothache hadn’t been bothering me too much until today. Thanks to the pain-killer spray.
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Cor, blimey. Must tell the doctor.
My first shot of the morning.
No mud, no rain.
Ablutions & Porcelain Throne time. Urgh!
On and off of blogging.
These were found on the computer later.
Not only did I not recall doing the mushrooms that Joanne found, but I can’t remember taking these photos. But once I saw them, I remembered. Hehe! To this one, after I’d sliced and seasoned the mushrooms. Boy, did I season them!
Strong soya sauce, oregano, liquid smoke flavour, Polish Worcester sauce, sea salt, black pepper and some onion granules. I’m not sure, but I have a strange feeling, just might have added some mint? Just a feeling, like.
Afternoon view.
I wonder where the liquid in the car park came from?
No car washing, water shortage?
Beautiful clouds later on.
The big Blank arrived.
Two lovely sunset shots. Smug-Mode Adopted.
But I was still bothered about the blanks.
Better put this result on while I remember. I got eight of them in four hours. Haha!
Smug-Mode disengaged.
Waiting for Carer Precious to come.
I’ll go on WP reader and comments.
Caught the sunset for once. I took these on the new Kodak.
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EPILOGUE Carer Precious took off my socks. Checked the taps and stove, and was happier because he was on his way home. Good for him. A nice lad. I kept nodding off and waking up for hours. It was a bad night, broken by , the odd strike, but most often it was who woke me up. Terrible night!
It is now 10:00hrs on Sunday. Just about to start updating this blog from here. No ankle shocks as yet. But Cartilage Carole is still inflamed from the tumble. Sparse details on the notepad. Is this blog in a Whoopsiedangleplop-Noi mode? Hehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Gotten Himmel!
Struggled out of the bed, and tidied it up a bit.
Cleaning up took ages! The ankles looked so much better.
The first-morning shot of the day.
The computer is on. I made a start on this blog, but not much. arrived with . The nibbles were attacked with some relish, and Chris took his drinkie treat. As they left, unobligingly kicked off.
. I espied that the drizzle was falling, and went in the balcony to take this shot through the glass. The rain stopped within about ten minutes, not to be seen again.
They kept visiting me for varying amounts of time, ranging from a few seconds to ten minutes or so. I’m fed up with these!
kicked in. I needed some pain relief. I doused the mouth and teeth with the Pain-relief-Spray several times throughout the day. Probably a little too often. I also added a 20g Nurofen Meltlet to each bottle of the spring water that I have to drink each day to keep the urine flowing onto the catheter. I’m fed up with this, too!
The Memory Blanks kept coming. remained a permanent, perpetually pestering, penalising, paralysing, spirit-pulverising, problematising, sanity-purging, perduring, pillorying, and punishing persistent all-day partner that I could well have done without! I’m well pissed of with him, too!
was in the right mood with me. So, I added one dissolvable tablet into two of the spring water bottles, which I have to drink each day to encourage the damaged bladder to pass the urine pouch on my leg to ease the pain. I’m really, really pissed off with this!
The hazy morning tempted me to try the new Kodak camera to take a couple of shots from the kitchenette windows. I don’t think the first one of the houses came out too well. It was a little blurry, but the whole scene to the keys was a smidge hazy, as was the sky. But it was gorgeous to me.
Inchy got them, but not within the 10 seconds.
From this point, the seizures came on rapidly. I recall coming in with new. I feel we had a discussion and laughed about things, but I am not certain of what it was about. I can recall getting my words mixed up and forgetting the words needed. Finally, I finished the Friday blog and posted it to WordPress.
What happened the following two hours is anyone’s guess.
and new , arrived. It was confusing, too. All the usual signs of a seizure; hard to find words, I was, I think, rabbiting on, verbose. I fear I may not have been understandable to them or them to me.
I think I fell asleep. When I woke up, I took these shots of the sunset as it disappeared over the horizon.
Started to prep a meal that was easy on the teeth to eat. Taking these shots a little later while in the kitchen.
I sprayed some of the pain relief on my teeth, then carefully, slowly, almost delicately, ate the snack. Nice!
I went into the kitchen to wash the tray and cutlery and…
I had a stroke of bad luck – (As if I needed to say that!) gave way, and at the exact same time, I got a high-voltage shock from the right ankle via . Resulting in my going down on one knee and hitting my head en route to the floor. The waking stick fell first, and the knee on top of it! It all happened in a split second, and by the time I’d recovered enough to try to get back up again, I noticed I’d left the hot water tap running. How did I know this? The flood-water alarm went off! I had to rush getting up to reply to the alarm box voice, wanting to know what had happened and if I needed help! I got near enough so they could hear my cringing apology and tell them everything was okay. Thank you. By now, the pains had increased from , , , and the lump on my head. (I’ve no idea what I hit with it, but the radiator is the most likely suspect, I think) And , joined in with taking overall control of the situation! A bit dodgy in my balance, I made my way to the computer chair and settled for a few minutes. I’m not sure if it was a signing in again or signing out sign, but send me what I hoped would be a final electric shock up the leg that reached up as far as my kneecap! Feeling mildly out-of-sorts, I just sat quietly for a while. Which proved to be ten seconds. Hehe! As and new , and came in. After Chris stopped laughing at the slight scratch on my head, he took a photo of it. As to be expected, I cannot recall the whole visit, but think we had a natter about something. I can remember Chris taking a can of plonk and some nibbles as they shot off home. No offer of diabetic socks being put on or a night pouch was attached. That is not blame offering; most likely, in the state I was in, I did not ask them to do so, either. In the morning, I found these late-night shots taken obviously through the kitchen windows. It seems I got the wobbles on while taking the first one, and I probably realised it and took the second one. This is all supposition, of course. I can’t recall when, or taking them at all. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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Yes, it was a normal one for me. Different? Oh, yes! But coping with such a lot to do and sort at the same time and extra situations arriving, which is more than the eBay order did, I have to admit it got to me. and I even found time to have a few short that didn’t help me to cope. I had several Unexpected visitors, welcome as they were, who took up hours and hours of the day. It is now 22:20hrs… and I’ve just started this blog. It doesn’t help with having to recreate the icons and graphics I stupidly lost yesterday. I’ll try not to waffle too much, but the unexpected events, occurrences, and problems while being visited by to have the yearly fact & figure updating interview. One while Carer Kara and then Carer Christopher were here. Very embarrassing. I tried to write things down to remember, but much of today’s history is now in the ether, most of which I didn’t make notes of to prompt me later.
I was stuttering, mumbling and struggling to find words to answer the questions that came from the three occasions. I’ll do my best to fill in the blanks… no I won’t; I’d probably get that wrong. I’m becoming something of an authority and maestro at making an exhibition of myself, but usually, I’m not aware of it, but I was today, pure self-embarrassment.
But Warden Deana, dealing with so many other tenants affected in a similar way, took it all in her stride. Bless her. Thanks, Deana, my preciousness. 💘
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I took this sadly poor shot of the view from the kitchen windows.
I took a lot of photos today, I just couldn’t stop? I shelled the last of the pod peas. Initially, I wanted to have a meal, but with all the hassle and need to get this blog done, I didn’t have a meal. But of course, was on and off all day, even worse now, and missing a meal will do me little harm with the lard I’m carrying around my waist.
After washing, I took these three shots of the morning view from the kitchenette window again. I think I must have got a wobble on with the second shot.
I may have had a mini-seizure here. My next recollection is that I was at the computer, and I’d put it on, but nothing was done on it. I automatically, when coming out of the mind-blank, went and checked the taps in the wet room and cooker in the kitchen. The wet room was okay, but the hot water tap in the kitchen sink had been left on. I turned it off, but the water was stone cold. No shower today, then. I found I had made a brew of tea. It was near the kettle; no milk in it, and that was cold too. I didn’t get too annoyed with myself, lets face it, I get these blanks every day of varying degrees. I opened CorelDraw and got some graphics created for the blog.
Downloaded some graphics onto Wednesday’s update and pressed on with getting it finalised. Suddenly I had to abandon the blogging to go to the wet room and Porcelain Throne.
Trotsky Terence was back. But the evacuation was still painful. Bits of blood scattered in, Still Kharki coloured and excessively smelly. I even noted a whole garden pea in the mixture! The Ocado delivery arrived. I’d forgotten all about it coming.
I got the carriers to the kitchen and started sorting out their contents. Some of the bags were torn, so it took me some time.
There is plenty of food now. The red spring onions arrived; I do like them. I put them in the fridge and somehow made room for the bread in the full freezer. Again my stomach and innards sent me to the Porcelain Throne. This time the battle between and was closer. Not only that, the blood was a deeper red. Which indicated that the poor had been torn open. The freshly put-on PPs an hour or so ago were well red, as were my bottom and legs! Washing up yet again, having to boil water in the kitchen and carry it to the wet room, a high-risk task, but all okay. I went onto the balcony for a break from making mistakes on the Wednesday blog. It appeared that it had been raining during the night. The mudslide near the end car park had returned. The petricor was smellable as soon as I opened the window. Not many people about this morning. Back into the flat, Carer Chris arrived. Chris pointed out that I was stuttering a lot this morning. I’d not noticed until then. After he’d gone, I made an order for next week, for Tuesday, I think, from Asda. I got a phone call from the District Nurse to say they would not be calling, but they will next week.
Carer Kara arrived to do the finances. This is when the second Howling-Haze and Memory-Blank attack came. I’m sure I had to remember something she told me, but from here on, I had no notes to access. I know she went to the computer. I may or may not have mentioned my search for a child monitor, or maybe I mentioned it to her on Wednesday. We may have looked on the Amazon site, but we could not find a straight plug-in one. I’m not certain. Yet I do recall Deana arriving later on, and we did look on Amazon but could not find one suitable. She kindly said she’s check and email me back if she found any. Which she did. She emailed exactly what to put on the Amazon search box. She said the same thing is cheaper from Argos, suggesting I get one from there. So I ordered one. Of course, with the delivery charge, it proved costlier than the Amazon one. I can’t win! Nothing new there, then.
Deana carried out the personal detail listing. I was not fully with it and struggled to find words; that is not me usually. I could not find Sister Jane’s new telephone number or address. I had to call her and ask. I got a telling-off from her, of course, for not knowing where it was. Hehehe! Then came a threat of a £1000 fine via a letter from the Government about me not paying the full price for a TV licence. The letter added that they had permission and that someone would be calling to check that if I had a television, a prosecution would follow. Deana wrote down her telephone number, and when they come, I’m to tell them to ring her. Apparently, several tenants have had one of these red letters.
Then, the big seizure came. Yet I had done a lot of work on CorelDraw, without too many errors as well,
The doctor’s receptionist called with the new Warfarin Doses.
The District nurse called… I’ve mentioned this already. Tsk! The above sunset photos were taken, and then an hour or so later, the ones on the left.
Carer Chris arrived. He was in a good mood, bless him, and I took this shot of him while he was in a manly but jolly mood. Hehe, there was no catheter bag to put on. I had not eaten, and cooking while carrying the bag and tube is dangerous. There were no diabetic socks to take off, which I had not put on. He liked his treats and merrily went off home. Thanks, Chris. Have a good kip. I left the TV on, thinking I’d have time to watch it while eating the meal. It didn’t work out, lol. It’s 01:20 hrs now. No TV watching. Nothing to eat.
I’ve just put some spuds in the oven.
I’ll try to wake up in the morning. Oh, it is morning! And then I’ll get back on here. No, I won’t! I’ll carry on with this!
I’ve missed some photos off, better late than never. Humph! Just before it went over the horison, I, at long last, got a decent shot of the retiring Sun.
I was pleased with this one. .
An horison shot after the sun had gone to sleep. The lower shot is of the end car park, it was a bit dark. The drizzle had started again, but by the time I’d taken the photographs and closed the window – without trapping my finger (I knew something had to go right!).
Tired, deflated, and in a mind-haze, I got the much-belated meal prepared and served on a tray. I gave it a rating of 6.9/10 For flavour & taste, it would have been far higher had not made eating it so painful.
No sooner had I finished eating it than I delved into the warmth of Sweet Morpheus for at least ten minutes. Then, my right ankle took over the Keep-Inchy-Awake Duties. She did an excellent job of it, too. Humph!
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The motion of the evacuation was much slower than I’d anticipated; however, there was no boredom, counting cracks in the ceiling or crosswording this morning.
After a night without, as far as I recall, any electric shocks up the leg from the ankle lesion, the moment I tried to urge the motion to start sent a couple of disorientating streaks of lighting up the leg. I’ve never suffered two in a row before. She carried on throughout the day, giving me the odd one now and then, but no more doubles. That double was really painful!
Then, the motion splurted out. was back in full control, no doubt about it. However, the Kharki colour that he had favoured for a fortnight now was again on show. It was straw-like in appearance. I checked the time and decided I could get the ablutions done before a Carer was due. So I did… ABLUTIONALISATIONINGS
Teeth cleaning and shaving are the first jobs. Careful as I was, the gums bled. Just two little nicks shaving, But at one stage, I had give me another single-strike visit. This caused , to give way.
Luckily, I was rinsing and not shaving at the time.
I was fortunate there.
The Showering Session went well, too. The lower region cleaning was a smidge painful, though, with all the dried blood from Little Inchies Fungal Lesion and the tugging of the Catheter tube. Next, to the various medicating duties. I olive-oiled the earholes. Then Phorpain gelled Cartilages Carole and Chloe. Then Arthur Itis’s patella to the front of both legs. Got Acne on the head and eczema on the belly and chest creamed. Red Rash ointment under the man-breasts and down bellow. I can’t reach to get the ingrowing toenails done or get my Diabetic socks on; I’ll ask the Carer later. Sprayed over the toothache. Nasal sprayed the nostrils.
I’m always left with the feeling that I’ve missed something after abluting, and the medicationings are done, or not done.
On to the blogging.
Took this snap from the computer desk through the balcony, Well, this may sound ridiculous, but it is, I suppose. But it was as if I’d blinked, and four hours had disappeared.
I found that I’d finished yesterday’s blog and posted it of, and was currently working updating on today’s old ode.
Realising this, I checked the other rooms for taps or anything left on. The oven had been put on, but it was on low heat. Has it been like that all night and day? I don’t think so; the top of the cooker was not that hot, so I assume I did it not long ago.
Then, I had to check to see if I’d made any errors on Thursday’s blog. Yet I felt alright in myself. Apart from the usual confusion about what else I’d been up to.
Carer Jonee arrived. She’s an upbeat, straight-as-it-is kind of gal. I like her. I’ll not mention that she has similar problems to me, but she understands things that others don’t or can’t. Bless her. I carried on with starting this blog.
BEAUTIFUL CLOUDS
Photo Number One: I see a face/head of a beast and one of a human.
Photo 2: I see a cupid, two distinct faces; one is human, the other might be.
Three faces and bodies of a weasel-like nature.
Photo 3: An angel of sorts. A cat’s face in the right cloud. Maybe the outline of a pig is in this one. I looked once and saw it, searched for more, and can’t find it! Photo 4. A face with an elongated head. Left, a partial face. All the pictures remind me of icebergs.
I was about to make up some more cartoons, and…CALAMITY! CorelDraw stopped responding altogether! I could not close anything or open anything! No response to the keyboard on anything at all! The Task Manager thingamagig came up. All beyond me and depression dawned. I considered crying after my initial swearing. So, I left it for an hour, then turned everything off. It let me close the computer, well no… I clicked on Restart. When it came back on, CorelDraw loaded and worked? But not saving the work I’d done meant a lot of lost time before it loaded the working screen. But it did! I reopened Word, which had the Ode partly done on it, that was auto-saved for me, My concerns were quadriad, Enough I have nearly had, I feel a bit of a dingwad, Dad would say, Young-fellow-Milad… Life’s not all good, there’ll be bad, Earn your wages, pay your way… Be prepared to die one day, Cause no sod cares, do they? Some of the things that he did say! Hahaha! Thanks, Dad!
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The Iceland Man Cameth. Popped the bags in the doorway for me. I took them one at a time into the kitchen. Topped up with drinkies to keep the bladder and catheter happy. And some treats for myself.
arrived. Sniffing at the bag with Joanne’s treats in for offering to wash my nightshirt thingies for me. After explaining that the cotton they are made of should not go in the tumble dryer, that’s why they have shrunk so much. And I was thinking I was piling on the weight. Hehehe! Chris sorted the medications, and will be doing the last call of the day later. So, I must now get something to eat before he arrives, or maybe leave it until after he’s been & gone. Decisions, decisions… not my scene at all nowadays! No, no, I’ll make it afterwards because I still have to read the WP Reader. I’ll go on the reader now. Some great blogs on tonight.
Turning off now, the need for food, you know. Hehe!
I bought some vegetarian sausages and some chips (fries) today. They were pale-looking and unattractive to me at first, but with salt and vinegar added, they were decent enough and not too hard on the teeth. I also bought a few potato waffles and halved tomatoes. Two wholemeal rolls and a pot of mandarins in jelly to follow. I gave Carer Chris the other two rolls with his other self-selected nibbles and drinkies. I took this shot of the sunset from the kitchen window. Then I did the washing up and eventually worked out how to play back the recorded Heartbeat episodes. I started watching Series 8, number eight and fell asleep. I woke up what I thought was a few minutes later and found I was watching Series 8, episode 15. I couldn’t believe it. I must have changed summat without remembering because, according to the recording, I’d watched 7 one-hour episodes, which meant it should now be about 05:00hrs. But it was 02:00hrs. I’m sorry I wrote this now; I’ve just confused myself more. An easy thing to do, though. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
The sleep was lousy, maybe the worst ever for getting disturbed. This time, by . He’d given me a break for two nights, but he was back with a vengeance last night. I wish that & would ease off a little bit… if not go away altogether. Sorted the night pouch. The next task was the utilising of the Porcelain Throne. After a long slog, the first of the three tungsten steel-type sausages was released. The second one was not too keen to escape. Several Oohs and Arghs later, it was released. A moment later, I was getting on my feet to sort the after-the-release cleaning out. I had to hastily get myself down again, just in time, too. The final flurry produced a tough, tiny torpedo that hurt more than the first two put together! Hehe! My ankle ulcer looked much better, although the legs were a little bloated and misshaped, to say the least. Hehehe! Shaving and showering – yes, a lovely shower, were bloodless, which can’t be said for Little Incies Fungal Lesion.
I then got the late morning (I got up later today) morning views taken and realised something about each of the shots taken. Zoomed in shot of HMP Nottingham. Opened in 1890 as a city gaol but was reconstructed in 1912, and until 1997, served as a closed training establishment for adult males. In 1997, D wing and E wing were opened, and the prison became a category B local establishment serving local courts in Nottingham and Derby. Currently holding 1,200+ interned villains. 2 local and 7 illegal immigrant killers & Murderers, 5 attempted murderers, muggers, con artists, causing death by dangerous driving, con artist, child molesters, drug dealers, pick-pocket, rapists, and an ex-politician. Having just released a convicted murderer of three old age pensioners from his 20-year sentence after 6 years. No doubt he’ll kill more innocents again, thanks to the murderous Parole Boarder’s decision to free him. Within this shot towards the City Centre, there have been, in the last year, eight murders. The biggest drug raid done by the police in Nottingham was at these flats. They found drugs worth £1.2m in one flat. In which four immigrants were living free of all charges, awaiting a decision to be made. Only one was charged and is still waiting in the same flat for him to be deported back to Lithuania. Perhaps they will drop him by parachute? Home from Home. Nottingham City Hospital
Pod pea preparing – a nibble pot?
Afternoon view.
Early meal – Nice!
Afternoon shots of the sky.
Dizzy, double vision, I had to give up on the blog. TV,,, and nodded off for a few minutes – sprang awake… repeatedly until the Care arrived, who caught me nodding and woke me up. Hehe!
I fell asleep. The springing awake continued, so I got up to check the taps, cooker, etc., and apparently took this photo. What was supposed to be, I know not.
Ahem, I found it within 3 seconds! No, I’m not joking.
It’s darned slow work having to recreate all signs, as the Smug-Mode one each time I want to use one. Grumph!
Thursday is likely to be a heavy day with other things too. The snotty, superior, humourless SpecSavers chap is coming to find the new spectacles. Sister Jane & Pete might be calling. The nurse is due to take out and fit a new catheter set-up. The Ocado food delivery is due. The delivery of the present for someone is due. There’s something else as well, but I can’t remember what it was. Might it be a call coming in from the Diabetes Program chap? Or… well, summat else.
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However, I did not suffer with them then. Since the Diabetes took a stronger hold of me, so did .
So, not a restful night. Humph!
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Not a lot of writing today. You’ll see why later. Huh!
Yet another too-deep colour for the nocturnal catheter pouch to be recorded.
The one good thing about the Porcelain Throne evacuation was that for the… wait for it, 15 minutes spent waiting for the motion to start, plus the 9 minutes of agony it took to force it along, I didn’t have a single shock from .
However, for the first time in three days, poor old bled this time.
So, I got the extremities cleaned and medicated next. Olive oiled the ears, tooth tinctured the teeth, Barrier creamed my underarm, and man-breasts rashes. Then Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis, Cartilages Chloe and Carol. Got the eye drops in, I could not reach to treat the ingrowing toenails, but Carer Christopher did them for me later on, bless him. Then, as carefully as I could, I started shaving. A lot of blood was coming from the right earhole tab; I had to pour some Brut over it to find where it was coming from. Instantly, I found it… it stung a bit. It turned out to be a massive, gigantic wound about the size of half that of a small pinhead. Hehe!
Carer Kara came. She was in a rush; she was doing a double. Medicated me, barrier creamed all my red spots. ♥ We spoke about something on the computer, but I can’t remember what else due to my going into a Seizure of some sort; I assume Kara thought I’d nodded off. Or it may have come on after Kara had left? Hahaha! Later, Carer Chris arrived.
I was sorting out the Low-Cost Food Shop order that was delivered last night, and I’d forgotten about respite walking around the boxes all morning and last night. Fool! WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP!
My annoyance was more annoyanced than ever before! How I did it, I don’t know… but the word list I had to create again after losing the original to the ether just couldn’t be found! I committed myself to do nothing else at all until I found it.
No doubt at all; I also lost the page on the notepad where I had the noddle for once to write down the name of the file and where I’d stored it last afternoon; it brought shame, misery and depression I could have done without. And the time that it cost me! I searched everywhere to try and find that notepad page. No luck, of course. I then search through all the Word. docs on the control panel.
I was getting more upset and self-lambing and was on the verge of giving up and doing something silly. After three hours, to me, it was so important to find it to do today’s blog with I was tempted to start drinking again. Instead, I meandered depressedly into the kitchen and took two shots of the sky views. The beauty of the clouds took my mind off of my worries for a few minutes. Then, I searched each room again for the note page. No chance, of course. Then took more snaps. Back on the computer, as I started another search in the hope that I’d missed them, with my eyes getting foggy and double vision – I had an epiphany!
At the same time, an inner self-anger rose up! Twit! Dumbo! Imbecile! Idiot!
Bird-brain! Featherhead! Stupid-Clot!
Doofuss! Nerk! Knuckle-dragger!
I suddenly realised that I’d saved it in Notepad!
My self-esteem was low enough before… ARGH!!!
Giving up seems like an idea at this moment!.
I shelled some more, the last of the fresh garden peas ready to use later. I’ve spent so much time searching for ~ Words I’d lost but hadn’t, I just forgot where I’d stored them—that Chris did his evening call already!
If I ever catch up on this blog, I’ll look forward to this feast. Or will I? I’m feeling low. Chris took these Kodak snaps of my poor old legs for me.
The ankle ulcer does not look like it is going to erupt, but the base has gone all around the lower leg, so we’ll see what happens. Along with the shocks it sends up the leg, it has now started itching like mad. Oddly, for the first time, the lower arms are the same. Beats me?
I’ve waffled more than I planned to, but I will be on this blog for hours yet. Might have to pack up, but I can’t sleep cause the replacement showerhead is due at 22:00hrs. I’ll check the tracker again; hang on… Yes, it’ll be ten before it gets here.
I’ll make some nosh. But I dare not not fall asleep before the showerhead arrives, and I am so tired. I’ll not be back on tonight.
I do fear missing hearing the intercom when the delivery arrives. Oh, dear. It’s back to near normal for me today!
The showerhead and batteries arrived at about 21:40hrs.
Carer Chris will fit it for me in the morning.
I got the belated nosh at last.
This is me, feet up, tray on the humongous belly, watching some recorded ‘Heartbeat’ episodes. It took me a while to work out how to get them running. I’ve got to remember to ask Carer Kara again because there must be a quicker way of doing it than I did.
I nodded off to sleep, so I won’t be going to bed tonight. However, the sleep was much better, believe it or not. And, awakenings were far less than they have been lately. She may have tired herself out with the legions of daytime shocks she issued me with!
I found them… (Smug-Mode Adopted) But it took me nearly 10 minutes, so the Smug-Mode was removed. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Angela, I was her servant and adorer,
I got made redundant and became poorer,
She ran off with the milkwoman, Nora,
I went to Leeds; I couldn’t afford Bermuda!.
Just thought I’d tell yer, see ya!
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I can’t really remember anything getting at me today. I had moments of near contentment (they soon faded, but they were very welcome). Things were near normal throughout the day. Carer Carer visiting helped. At times, I thought I was… well, drunk or drugged. There was no reason for my feeling up, and the depressions were rare, short and very mild.
What a change! The day still brought along the Whoopsies and odd Accifauxpas. I even deleted and could not get back one of my Ode word lists. This would typically have had me pulling the hair I have not got, swearing, spitting, and self-hating and loathing my stupidity! Not today! As I type this (19:00 hrs), I’m so far behind because I had to create another list, but I’m still just plodding on.
I’ve had to buy more toothache killer spray, treats for the nurses & carers, a new shower head, and more AA batteries. My bank account must be the lowest it’s been in years. Yet I plod on with the blog and have got my meal cooking as I type. I’d better go and check on it. It’s all okay, not that I’d have bothered if it wasn’t. It’s as if someone else had taken control of my emotions! On with Inchy Today…
I had a terrible night’s sleep. I was forever waking up from electric shocks from the ankle or being shaken awake by Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley. As I forced myself out of bed (no whoopsies!), I saw the dark urine in the bag. And Carer Christopher arrived, that is how late I was getting up. About 07:15hrs.
Chris took the photos of my warped legs. The right knee was blown up… Not bombed or anything, just swollen (Hehe!)
There are some new bruises. The ankle ulcer now completely surrounds the right ankle. And the thing that worried Chris was that the lower right leg seemed to have shrunken in. The cause of this beat us both. Even that didn’t get to me! ‘Are you not worried, mate?’ he asked me. I think I said, well if it wasn’t that, it’d be something else going wrong! Laughed and got him a cold drink from the fridge while he selected some nibbles from the carer’s desk. As soon as Chris departed, Window Man Joe arrived to clean the balcony glass. He was in a vague mood. Hope he’s alright.
I got on the computer better late than never, and I deleted a file with my Word list in it. Unworried, I thought it would be in the trash, but no. I spent the next two hours plus making up another one, so nothing was done on the blog itself. I should have been livid-angry. Nope, I just got on with it. Something must be seriously wrong here. For this morning’s photo of the sun, I accidentally used the sunset option on Kodak Tim. But it came out quite well, and the blotches were hidden. Hehe!
I can see the blotches on one of the houses in front of the balcony. Of course, I know where to look for them. Humph! Later in the day, I ordered some more batteries, along with some more toothache serum and treats for the nurses and carers.
I had another search of the computer to see if I could find the word list again, then had the brainwave that I had saved them to the SD card in error. But didn’t find them. However, I did find the missing photo of the other days’ meal. Carer Chris showed me how to access the memory in Kodak Tim. Yee-Ha!
I then started to cook the meal.
As you can see, mushrooms, potatoes, and I had some fun shelling the peas this time. I’ll likely be finding odd peas for the next week or so; I dropped that many. It’s amazing the skill they have finding any nook or cranny to disappear into, isn’t it?
I added liquid smoke and caramelised vinegar to the mushrooms. Later, I discovered I’d taken two photos without the SD card in; thanks to Chris, I can now retrieve them. It’s very late now, I’d get food served up, hoping to be back in the morning, and praying my not getting uprightness stops. It’s just not natural… but I am enjoying it at the moment.
CHANGE OF MOOD COMMENCES! I went to prepare the fodder and took these Kodak Tim snaps of the view from the kitchen window. After I’d taken the photos, the return to ‘Inchy Normal Mode!’ started.
I dropped the camera, cursed as I bent down to retrieve Kodak Tim, and felt the blood running down inside of my left leg. At least it felt warm, so I knew I’d not died yet, Hehehe! Into the wet room and cleaned up Little Inchies fungal lesion bleed. Applied the Daktacort Cream, howled a mini second, and began the battle to get fresh PPs on. It didn’t go well, and this time I was well-pissed off about it! Which left Cartilage Chloe, no, right Cartilage Carole underneath the swollen disjointed knee cap to give way. I cursed silently, washed up and returned to the meal-making. It took so long that the potatoes that I’d taken out of the oven had gone almost cold. I whipped them into the microwave, got the other foods out, and drained ready peas, seasoned mushrooms, and vegan sausages. I got the potatoes out of the microwave at the optimum timing to make me drop one, which flew across the kitchen, leaving a trail of no-butter butter bits all over the floor. Via a short, sharp burst of a one-legged . I cleaned up the mess, by which time the potatoes had gone cold again. The cursing started, the self-loathing, and the feeling of guilt and uselessness returned. Back to square one! Amazingly, I enjoyed this concoction.
After demolishing it all quickly, a pot of mandarins in jelly followed. I prefer the mandarin in orange juice, but I spilt it whenever I took the lid off or ate it. I carefully took this Kodak Tim shot before getting the pots washed up. Carer Chris arrived. I gave him some of the jellies by way of thanking him.
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Climbing onto the donated old hospital air mattress bed, I slipped and banged my already contortedly positioned right knee. I wallowed in that pain and agony that resulted. I reaffirmed my alliance and sympathy with the victims of my incapabilities; , , and . Hoping this would ease some of the suffering being inflicted on me. It didn’t! Back to my regular moaning, bellyaching, grumbling, grouchy, grousing, miserable, down-at-heel self again!
I copied this one before Joe packed it in – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – As I was fighting off the urge to nod back to sleep, my Doreen Dementia-controlled brain spewed forth memories of a dream I felt that I’d been having at the time. It was nothing like the one the night before, and I think it had just started, for there is not much I can recall. But I felt that clear at the time, so I reached for the notepad and pen to write down what I had gleaned. I really believed I was in the old Control Room at Sawley Security. I was sitting at the control desk, recording a check call from a patrolman. Ray was his name and still is, I assume.
In walked the owner, Dave. He had a grim look on his face, it took him a while to speak, I was concerned for him. Finally, he spoke to me: “Gerry, I’ve got to ask you to do something for me, I’ll pay you well, and set you both up in a decent house, but it will be in Aberdeen. He continued, “But my son (which I’m not sure he had in real life) needs the help more than me. You will have to marry him and move North… the only option is for me to kill him, and then you if you refuse me”. I was speechless in the dream. I was mainly concentrating on how I could avoid being killed. He followed up. He’s gone gay; we’ve never had a shirt-lifter in the family! What do you say? I answered, ‘Alright then, anything to help’… at this moment, I shot awake. It’s not the most thrilling of dreams I appreciate, but I thought I’d just mention it. I’m glad I didn’t have it when working there; it could have made me neurotic. Come think of it, I probably have been mentally emotional and irrational anyway. Hahaha!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – After musing and writing notes of the dream, and hoping things do go in threes, and remember one in the morning… or maybe not.
When Carer Richard came later on, he confirmed the colour as another 7 on the NHS chart. I had a misleading sensation that Trotskt Terence might be returning. Going by the wind from the rear end and mild gurgling coming from the innards of the Porcelain Throne, I limped. Well, I could not have been more wrong. It was even more painful and slow than yesterday’s visit. The colouring was dark green, bo bits of brown in it this time. The crossword book was attempted, but I didn’t get any answers. The relief when things got freed was boosted because Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled, not a drop, and I could see none in the Torpedo. Which was so big that the system needed three tries before it got through on its way to the sewers. Well, I was in there, the wet room, so decided to do the hygiene routine and medicationings.
The lack of bleeding from Harold was amply made up for with the shaving. I had to shave today because Carer Kara was calling, and she was glad I shaved the moustache off. Sorry that I did now. Two little nicks on the cheeks, one on the chin, two on one ear, and one on the other. I foolishly looked at the four-bladed razor and took a minute bit of flesh from my thumb. That bled more than all the others put together. Haha! I left the bloodied cloth soaking in bleach and tropical-scented softener. Then got the vaccumm out and did the mini-hallway. Made up the four waste bin bags into one. Off to the kitchen, I poddled; I hit my ankle against the trolley wheel. Swore and cursed and back to the wet room and changed into my long-distance spectacles.
Accidentally giving the door frame a mini-shoulder charge.
Then it was onto the blogging; I was well behind form last night. But catching up was hampered by a few high-voltage stings via and some hefty and lengthy bouts from . Neither eased of for ages; this shattered my already limited concentration, thus creating more lost time with the ever-ready corrections, most of which were found to be wrong later anyway. Humph!
turned up to do the midday checks. I love her and like it when she comes – even when she tells me off, Hehe!
She is coming back later to look at my finances.
I managed to get the Tuesday blog finished and sent off. Then Kara returned. Rang SpecSavers to sort out us paying their Bill, it seems that the spectacles will take two to three weeks to get made. They don’t tell you that in the adverts do they? She then changed the Catheter day bag and pouch for me. We had to laugh when she noticed that the right leg below the knee was swollen and to the right of the patella, and the knee had moved to the left?
What next? I told her of the red spring onions, and we had a quick look while she was using the computer for the banking, and found that Morrisons were selling them. So, I said I’d do an order via Amazon with Morrisons for today and get some for her to try. told me that the lifts were down and the fire alarm going again. She said she would not be in tomorrow, but I got them anyway; they will be kept in the fridge for her. Within two hours of Kara leaving, the delivery arrived.
I carried them one at a time into the kitchen and started sorting and photos of the things delivered from Morrison’s. I started with the fresh stuff. I stopped to prep some of the vegetables that needed cooking: potatoes and mushrooms. I tried a slice of each of the spring onions. The red ones were mild but great, and the white ones burned my throat! For the first time, I got the spuds and mushrooms on a slow boil using this pan. There was a fine selection of fresh stuff. I to battle to make room to get it all in the fridge.
I drained the ice bags and got them into a bag and box. I packed them, ready to ask the next Carer to take them to the waste chute for me. Good timing, too; just as I finished doing this, along came . I’d not realised how late it was. Gave him a cold can of his choice from the fridge and some nibbles. Medications were given to me. And he had to shoot off. Taking the box and bags with him to the chute for me. Thank you.
As I tucked yet again into the blogging, the Fire Alarm went off again, this time, the General Alarm, not mine. This was followed by several more persistent leg-climbing shocks.
I took a look at the right leg because the pain from the ulcer shocks seemed to have left the whole knee in pain. It was not looking good this time. I appear to be getting some new yellow bruises all over the leg. I tried to take this photo clear enough for you to see that the kneecap has definitely moved inwards. I’ll put some Phorpain on it later. No, I’ll do it now. Well, that hasn’t eased anything. I’ll take an extra Codeine. Gotten Himmel! It’s 19:55hrs!.
Time to get the nosh sorted, then.
Back in the morning. (Presumably) I’m back!
I took this evening shot while I was making the evening meal.
Can you see the animal’s face in it? At least the blotches were hidden amongst the clouds. A Vegan meat pastie, mushrooms, tomatoes, and boiled potatoes with the usual No-Butter butter but no salt tonight rounded off the feast. Fresh raw garden peas and red and white sliced spring onions rounded off the meal. A lemon yoghourt followed.
Doesn’t yer know that today started so well that I was questioning my own insanity? What a start to this prospectively enlightening, trouble-free, and confidence-returning day! Then I climbed out of the hospital-provided bed, caught the catheter pouch tube against the metal anti-fall bars, and without any hassle or leaks occurring! Fan-bloody-tastic! The colour of the urine was classified by Carer Richard later, as a seven on the NHS rating colour card. That was a bit of a downer for me. Yet, I found myself whistling, well, I say whistling. I was trying to whistle; it was not easy with me losing another half-tooth to the land of rot and yesterday. Still, I laughed it off; even when Little Inchy’s fungal lesion started to bleed, I kept up my pecker… Honestly!
I’m off to visit the Porcelain Throne and have a stand-up wash and shave. I must remember to ask Warden Deana about getting the shower head mended. Having failed on the Porcelain, I started to have a shave, and I gave myself a little cut. I put the Kodak Tim in my gown pocket and tried to take a selfie shot of how little the nick was.
The steam from the water blurred it. Shame! That double chin was embarrassing as well!
I then put on the Protection Pants in record time with far less hassle and pain than I usually do. By gum, today is going so well!
Feeling a little perky, I turned to leave the wet room and involuntary shoulder-charged the edge of the door! The response was a bit of bad language and a dip in perkiness!
I took a photo of the morning view from the kitchenette window and put the kettle on to make a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea. Then, I emptied all of the waste bins into one and placed it near the door for the Carer to pick up for me. As I turned to hobble back to the kitchen to make my tea, guess what? I against the towel dryer. Now, I was beginning to feel a little riled, ruffled, ratty, almost to the point of getting hacked off.
Carer Richard arrived, and I forgot to ask him yp put my diabetic socks on. Thus, I’ve been having activities from the vicious ‘s via .
I wish someone could tell me why, although I expect I may know. It’s with. Of course, I could well be wrong about that. You know, I’m becoming something of an expert in getting things wrong these last few years. No effort on my behalf is needed. I was well behind on getting this blog started. So I knuckled down while I knew there were no carers to call and did a pretty lousy job on CorelDraw, and then WordPress kept changing the font on its own accord. I spent about two hours trying to find a cure. I did some risky, easy-to-forget and lose where I was amended in the Settings and Appearance options. But although it accepted my different font in the editing sections, it did not change them on the blog editor. Sometimes, it would be on the Preview. Back to the editor and the old font was back.
Nearing losing my marbles with the frustration, I thought I’d try a different font… and the door chime rang out. ! It was a man and woman (Amelia) from Specsavers checking the eyes. It was, I suppose, perfectly understandable that I forgot they were coming.
Between , supported by it’s no surprise. They came in, barely hiding their disgust at the state of the room with the bed in it. Their superiority oozed from them as they went through the selling parts of their mission. Q & A’s. Sense of humourless. Prospective future Oligarchs, I think. Anyway, it seems I am cataract-free in both eyes. They think it must be the Glaucoma that’s causing the problems.
Arrived, full of beans. Gave her some nibbles and a drinkie for her kids. No medications were needed; I was too confused to take any after the WordPressing farce. Which is what I returned to after she rushed off on her duties.
It took another four hours of fighting to get the font I wanted to work on. I failed. Now I can’t remember what I’d done to try and get it accepted in the first place. Had enough of this. Frustration Frank visited.
Now, the persistent painful got as bad and persistent as she’s ever been. Carer Chris came, and I’m blown if I can recall much of the visit. I certainly didn’t make any notes on the pad, which indicates to me, that I possibly had some or most likely a or two.
Tired out now, but still messing about trying to sort out the changing font issue. Sod it, I made a brew of Glengettie tea and enjoyed it. Oh, I’ve just realised I’ve not had a Porcelain Evacuation all day!
If a need for food develops, then I might have an evacuation. I have more eyes and shoots to remove from the potatoes before putting them in the oven. I took these pictures on the left earlier and forgot about them; it could happen to anyone, I say.
But the odds are it’ll be me!
Gorgeous clouds.
Then, I had another go at this blog. I’m not certain what’s happened or happening now.
But I was brought back to reality a smidge when the bloody, costly WordPress package started changing the font again. The obvious reason for this? Me! I doubt I am capable any more!
Amazingly, I grafted away without struggling to see as bad as I usually do in the evenings. I spent hours, most of the time, changing the font back and making errors. Eventually, I gave up. I had to. It’s now 01:45 in the morning. I’m drained and tired out, and I just smelt the burning potatoes in the oven! Another oven tray to throw away. More potatoes to de-scab and cook again. Which I did, smilingly, happily, contentedly… I speak LYINGLY Hehehe!
I did take these final photos. I hope to stay awake long enough to snap a photo of the potato meal. That is if I don’t get a or fall asleep and burn these potatoes. I do live well!
I forgot, Warden Deana called with my change for the foot lady and told me that poor Josie was not the woman we all know in the home she went to after her fall.
Back in the morning… well, it’s morning already, innit.
I made a meal for the third time, and I got to eat instead of burn it. Nothing fancy, but I was hungry, so I enjoyed it.
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Today was shared between moments of witwantonry, fear of reincarnation, frustration, Accifauxpas, self-vilification, futility, repudiation, prevarication, mystification, blogging addiction, mind-blanks, neurotransmission twitches, wrenches, and jerks, Shoulder Shuddering Shirley, aches & pains, headache and toothache that had me believe that having a trephination I’m on list for, would be less painful. A genuine ordalium! It would have saved time and been just as accurate to have typed. ‘It was a normal day for me today’. But I like a graphic explanation now & then. Hehe! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I think yesterday’s tumble off of the stepladder may have affected the colour of the urine. So much of a deeper red than usual, even for a morning. I got a letter confirming that I’m on the list for the trephination procedure. That cheered me up instantaneously! The noninvasive CAT scan results were unclear enough, so they must look closer. Someone will call on me later to explain the procedure, nearer the time.
I made a milkless brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea this time. Not that it mattered because I let it go cold, forgot all about it, left it near the kettle, and meandered to the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne. The evacuated product was a deeply, almost yellow-coloured. Soft, wet miniature golf ball-sized chunks, followed by some same-coloured soup as a backup. Well, there was no crosswording today. Still painful, though.
I concentrated on updating yesterday’s blog. It went well for the first half-hour or so. Then, my attention was disrupted by both ankle ulcers, the left one, for the first time in weeks. I soon realised they were far worse when they stayed down at the ankle and not the usual climbing up the leg. A different type of pain this morning, and they have stayed like this all day up to now. It was hard work on the blog now, slow and mistake-ridden.
Carer Chris arrived. He did the medicationalisationings and got the diabetic socks on, which was a little painful; the ulcer area seems more delicate today. He had drinks from the fridge and nibbles from the Carers & Nurses Table tub. Later, he returned with the laundry and took the waste bags away with him.
For about three hours, I repeatedly went into either Mind Blanks, a few sort of Brain-Refusing-to-Work Moments, and possibly non-epileptic seizures. Each time, it was like starting over again without knowing what I’d done already or not. Even after reading the blog, I could not recall doing some of what I’d written. This period was broken with the arrival of Carer Joanne, bless her. She soon noticed I was confused; many would not have picked up on that. She was not very well herself, yet she spotted my frustrations and confusion. ♥ Thank you! 💕
I took an enforced break from the computer, as my eyes were getting worse earlier than ever today, and a break might help my brain. I went through some boxes and bins, collecting more rubbish and putting it into a waste bag. I got the Hoover out again and did the hallway.
I took a Kodak Tim shot with the blotches in it and felt I had to just sit down. So I did. I dropped on the c1966, £300 charity shop-bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner. I didn’t nod off, but I did stir after looking at the dirty upholstery and tried a small patch with the foam cleaner and brush. What a mess! I’ll try again tomorrow after asking a carer to read the instructions on the can that I can’t. Hehe! It looks dirtier than it did before I tried to clean it! Humph! I decided on an early meal… not a good idea, I realised afterwards! Grumph! I had to remove the potatoes with black-eyed shoots from the Sainsbury bag; oh, no, it was Asda’s.
Sprayed them with oil, the good ones, and into the oven. Got a vegan pastie in the microwave, ready to heat later, and foolishly sat down again on the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, Little-Inchy-Nipping, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. Then, I fell asleep! And I had a fantastic dream, which I wrote notes of to make tomorrow’s ode out of. Then, I smelt the burning from the kitchenette! I stumbled to get up to check the state of the food and gave way as I struggled out of the recliner. Clunk-Thud! Down on my knees! Getting back up with such haste, bearing in mind that the food may be on fire in the oven… a degree of semi-pity took hold of me. I went through a pain barrier to get up quickly, but unfortunately, against the chair wheel en route to the kitchen. My language was atrocious! And my potatoes were burnt to a cinder! With , I dared not even try to eat one. Still, I had the vegan pastie to eat, and all was not lost, even if it took me half an hour to clean things up and throw away the chip tray! Grrr!
Things got worse. After using the oven’s heat to heat the vegan slice, which looked and smelt so lovely, I got it onto a dish and added some fresh halved tomatoes and brown sauce. I knocked the pastie wrapper off the worktop as I placed it on the tray and saw the use-by date on it. Disasterously, at least sadly, it read, ‘Use by Jul 18 2024’! So that was binned as well. My three mini tomatoes meal was eaten with some dry bread and sea salt. Hahaha! I wonder what the prisoners in the HMP, I can see through my kitchen window, had for lunch?
As is evident, I’m not usually stuck for words… but I was here! Spit!
Now, I am hours late and behind with the blog. It will cost me tomorrow to catch up.
I’m not up to doing any more blogging after today’s erm… well, daymare! I took this snap from the main room on the balcony. Then, I went into the kitchen to take this one of the offered views. When I first looked through the window, I saw a flock of birds flying by; I could not see which ones. But they were long gone by the time I got the Kodak out. There appeared to be hundreds of them, but with Glaucoma Gladys and Catract Katie, who knows?
