– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – INCHIES ODE OF THE DAY He thinks this is one of his bestest ever? Funny & ambiguous… I know, but he tries…
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I burst back into ersatz life, took off the night pouch, (Great colour!), I did one hundred press-ups while yodelling a welcome to the morning. Then a bit of shadowboxing, and ten minutes on the weights…I’ll try again… I wearily forced the eyelids open and saw it was 06:45hrs. With great reluctance, I began to edge my stiff aching torso towards the edge of the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickeningly beige-coloured recliner. The pain when I moved the right leg was good. I think the infection that is clearing in the toes and foot, is creeping upwards now? A complete reversal now; the left leg has deflated a lot, and the right is warm to the touch, swollen rock-solid, and so painful if I touch it… hobbling about today has been worse than last week. Getting the night pouch off of the day bag has never been such a painful struggle.
I went off to have my morning mug of tea early and thought that the view from the kitchenette window was worth viewing. Gawd the leg was hurting! The beauty would soon be forgotten…
The same as yesterday happened, only worse, it caught me out and caused embarrassment at it happening, Grumph! . As well as an, or two, followed! The rear-end evacuation started, unstoppably, before I’d got to the wet room door on my way to the . What a mess! embarrassment is not a strong enough word! Agony is not a strong enough word for when I had to clean things up again. I might have been worse I suppose. Getting the fresh Protection pants on was dodgy, nearly had another Whoopsie!
The right leg’s red areas continue to creep up the leg.
I put the computer on, went for another controlled visit to the , I got back to the computer after another mammoth cleaning up job; but…
Made a brew of Glengettie while waiting for the of to get back online. Which lasted for about twenty minutes or so, and then…
I think it must have been the fourth visit to the . The computer came back online.
Got a crack on while I could. At least two hours uninterrupted! But then… . This time the oligarchical owned failed for a much longer time. I kept checking frequently, and when the imitation service, (I use the word loosely) returned, I went to the UT to watch a documentary about the Bhopal disaster. Another result, similar to the poor sods who died, got injured, and had their lives ruined by the Royal Borough of Kensington & Chelsea, there were no prosecutions of the guilty gits in charge of running both disasters! I got very emotional, and could not resist looking at a Grenfell Tower documentary, to remind myself of the crookedness, and protection from prosecution of worldwide! I don’t mind admitting, both clips brought tears to my eyes.
No sooner had I changed to blogging…
So, I made the second brew of tea, Thompsons Punjana. With the regular four cookies being dunked! Still no sign of owned …
Went to wash the mug out, and the breeze coming into through the part-open kitchenette window, felt lovely on my right leg, cooling.I’m not sure why… But I took two shots of the legs. Of, course there would have been a reason… but…
As the customer service failed for the umpteenth time, my spirits sank. I’d spent hours redoing lost work thanks to the $26 million salaried Mike Fries, or Steve Fries, Mike I think… Where was I? It may have been more. (And was later on!)
I took a snap of the rather beautiful late afternoon view.
The forehead, eyes, lips of the face. Do you see them?
I’m fed up with moaning!
Another go at getting this blog started…
I surrendered to the
Nosh was prepared… then burnt… I spat a bit, self-condemned and stuck my bottom lip out!
The night Carer arrived and did me
Then as I put some more potatoes in the air-fryer this time, which has a timer on it to avoid burning food. I wish I’d realised that an hour ago! I got Kodak Keith and took these shots of the sunset.
High in the sky
A little lower…
Down a smidgenNightie-Night Sunshine!
Back to keep an eye on the fodder cooking.
The second effort. Veg soup with Borscht. Unburnt potatoes with the last of the Tear & share bread. A pot of the high-class custard & Jelly. By gum, I live well! Taste-Rating: 7.5/10!
The right leg infection or whatever you call it, kept me from nodding off for a while. But I got there… Zzz!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Most paragraphs are from scribbled notes. The latter parts I can actually remember. The odd chronological guesswork included.
REPEATEDLY GOING OFFLINE! – Going done so often caused me many problems and ultra-frustration. I have used more swear, curses, and words of hatred today than ever. That is saying something I can tell yers! (Spit, spit, spit!)
According to the scribble on the notepad, I was woken up at 06:45hrs by the Carer calling. Eye drops were in, the overspill was wiped off, and medications were given. Per instructions, the eye drops were inserted five minutes later, and the overspill was wiped off. The regulation 3 minutes of holding the index finger in the nose side started as the Carer departed. I guessed at the timing. I took off the night bag. Got it emptied and safe-wrapped for disposal.
None of the were leaking this morning. But it looked like the right leg infection was creeping up the chin area.
I sorted out the waste bags and then went into the kitchen again to check on the food situation and if anything needed ordering today for next week. (Forgetting at that time, I’d already done an order from Asda) Took a photographicalisation of the morning’s view... And a close-up nosey at the house being done up.
Made a mug of Glengettie tea to dunk the morning’s breakfast of four Maryland cookies into it. Started the notes of the day. Then got the computer on… Within five minutes, the above. So, I visited the … And boy, I was forced to by the oligarchs of . Because I avoided a right . As I opened the wet room door, I felt the flow from the rear end coming of its own accord! It was also lucky that I only had the thin dressing gown on; I yanked it off, downed the pants in a rush, and plopped my elephantine body down on the seat. The flow began before I’d made contact with the plastic raised seat! Splish, splash, slosh & all done! What a stink! Had a mess to clean up. Then got the gown back on. Tried the computer, and the internet was back on. I got the photo transfer session done with crossed fingers.
Doing so, I realised that the tea had gone cold, and I hadn’t had my breakfast of four cookies yet. Tsk! So, made another brew, Thompson Punjana, this time.
Started to get the blog updating tackled… Fancy that! This time it lasted for half an hour offline. But returned… Only for about 5 minutes offline this time. I actually got some CorelDraw work started. SHIT!
While waiting for the internet to return… I started to write down the order for the food I didn’t need, but at that time I didn’t realise I didn’t need it, cause I’d forgotten about ordering the Asda order that I’d done a day or so ago for the next week… I think!
The OLIGARCHS The monetary-gain pecuniary, merchants, sham, bogus, false interest in offering a workable internet, money-mongers, without a care in the world about any of their internet customers; Continue at their usual rate of failure. Mind you, had I been getting a $26 million a year salary with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account – fair enough, I would not need to give a shit about myself either… I may have got a smidgen carried away there? My hatred for the man & company is tempered only by the fact that Fries is so damned good-looking! Hehehe!
I felt the right leg stinging in its usual waves, seemingly coming from within the leg. Took this snap of the agony-giving legs. Rather colourful now?
The owners of returned once more, ten minutes or so later. I pressed on with the updating, and actually got the blog finalised! Final checks and began to post it off... SHIT!
During this , I lost a lot of work done and foolishly not saves on CorelDraw. Grrr!
Oligarchical, capricious, undependable.
During a Carers call, the internet returned! For three minutes, then…
The day had flashed by already, and little was done. When, a few minutes later, the internet came back, I posted the Saturday blog off! But… About 15 minutes later, yet again…
So, I stretched my legs and went to get another bottle of soda water. Boy, the skies were magnificent! A Pareidolia’s Delight! I spotted a giant creature apparently coming into this snap from the right-hand side, with a head, nose, mouth, and fins. Can anyone else see it, or is it just me? Far left; the jaws of a creature.Another creature’s head and also the shape of an airliner cabin? The cloud formations were beautiful as the darkness began to arrive.
Back again… for one minute! As Victor Meldrew would say…
More Pareidolia’s Delights! A long mouse lower centre? Fantastic! A Michelin Man – Bigfoot in the clouds, with a Dolphin jumping out of the clouds to the right! See it? The left creature swimming in the clouds?
ENOUGH! Fries and his money-number-fact-crunching Mafia Mob have beaten me! Computer off, and messages sent out through the ether to any and everyone; spewing my hatred for the Oligarchical Smoke & Mirrors money men! A smidgeon of jealousy included.
I went to check on the meal cooking…
The pan with the vegetable soup with Borchst added was now a blob of nothingness! I threw away the pan contents, triple-wrapped them into the bin, and washed the saucepan. But, It’s led a charmed life, this saucepan has. The number of times I’ve burnt food in it) Hehehe! Tsk!
I got another can of thick-cut vegetable soup in the saucepan and added a smidgeon of Borchst to it. Got half of the tear & share bread, and put it in the oven with the potato cubes, hoping both will be cooked simultaneously. Then I got sidetracked, as per usual. I and my against the server trolley wheel and leg.
The soup was okay when I’d recovered and ointmentated the now stinging lesion, but the tear & share bread was a little overcooked. The potatoes too, but I like them that way. A great nosh despite all the hassle. Taste Rating: 8.2/10.
It went down a treat, as I ate it while watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’; as per usual, I nodded off and missed the last few minutes of the programme. I hate it when I do that… but it happens so often nowadays, Humph! I tended to getting the pots and pans washed up! At this point, I can inform you all that the steak knife has lost none of its sharpness.
Late Carer arrived, Richard. He was not feeling very well, methinks. He got the night pouch on and carried out the medicationing and two eye drops, as required. Said my farewells and thanked the lad. After that, I repeatedly sat down to watch the goggle box, waking up and taking a photo of the night.
Here they are:
Bootiful! I could see a stretched face in there?
A close-up, taken by accident. Well, she is to blame, really. Haha! A wide shot… A close-up of the orange rift; Is that the word?
The Health Check Returns this week up to now, are not too bad at all. .
04:00hrs, I woke with a jump and jerking motion and looked at the clock. No interest in getting up or even moving was located. So, I violently passed wind, I recall this disturbed poor little to trickle a little blood. I felt the sensation of the wet warmth from the bum, in the Protection Pants. But I did nothing. These American Depend pants can cope with a lot worse than a spot of blood, without leaking anything.Then fell back into the bliss of sleep. The Carer is not due until around 08:00hrs, so I envisaged a good four hours more sleep. Mmm!
06:25hrs: I was woken by the Carer. That buggered my extra sleep, Ha-ha!
She got the night bag off of the She helped me to get the night pouch detached from the troublesome this morning , she didn’t want the bag removed for some reason. Tablets eye drops, medicine, and second eye drops sorted out. And as I started the three-minute waiting after the drops were inserted, with my finger in the appointed corner of the right eye, she left to go on her rounds. Though far from painless, the ankle, feet, and toes showed signs of improvement. I booted up the computer. Tried to load the photographs from last night, and once again, the shuddersome, evil, unpleasant, cruel, uncaring, displeasing, much-hated, reprehensible, shuddersome, God-awful, scandalous, 26 million dollars a year salaried, Herr Fries of the Pathetic pretend Internet Supplier, & customer ignorers failed! It’s difficult to believe, I know… So, I made use of the time. A fun selfie on the computer screen. Then…
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Not without some hindrances, though! The wet room, and got myself comfortably seated on the . No sooner had I picked up the crossword book, than the evacuation, started and it was all over in seconds. But what a mess I had to clean on the rear end, much to the displeasure of ! I started on the shaving, before tackling the stand-up washing of the overburdened gargantuan, but bouncy-fleshed torso. The Brut was needed afterwards due to the several small nicks that I accrued during the detruncating. Great that Brut! As I twisted and stretched to put the after-shave back on the shelf, . My right leg slipped in the bowl – I grabbed a hold of the sink, as the bowl tipped over and all the dirty water from the bottom of my feet, spread all over the wet room! I may have quoted a commoner’s curse or two. Then started spitting, questioning God, humanity and hating even more, , who I blamed for my enforced early ablutioning! Got the mess cleaned up… and found that I’d left the hot water tap running! Good job I’d got the shaving done, then, cause it was only tepid water to use now! I then against the trolley wheel. Then when bent to have a look… I banged the leg ulcer against the trolley frame! Luckily, I’m able to bare, or should be bear… pain easier than others, and just laughed it off. Then got back to the computer, on the web… and a few minutes later, it went off again! According to the backup and revisions page, while I was self-harming myself in the wet room, it had gone down three more times, five in total. Keep watch on this blog for the following failures!
As I was ten minutes or so into updating yesterday’s blog, Carer Jo-Anne arrived, as the owned Internet failed again, for the 6th time! Would you put your business in the hands of the financial wizards, of smoke & Mirrors money conjurers ? I know it will never happen, but if I win millions, at least I know not to invest in anything to do with . It scares me to death that they may start buying up energy or water companies in the UK. The mess they made of Virgin Media, a once reliable company, is now being demolished, with ulterior motives I’ve no doubt, financially inspired.
Ah, it’s back on again… no sooner wrote this and it’s gone again! For the 7th time! It’s not sad as such. No, yes it is! Huh! It’s raining now. A strange hue in the sky for mid-morning today?
The next carer arrived, well two of them. One in training. A nice pair of lads, methinks. Well My Goodness Gracious Me, and blow me down with a feather duster! Strikes again! Can you believe it? I do!. I got the new dressing gown on. I bought an XL one to make sure it went around my shockingly tubby and wobbly meaty midriff. It Didn’t. Each time I sat down, the bottom and top splayed open, revealing my privates, belly and legs. Enough of a shock for anyone! I sat down and sneezed – unaccountably, one of the shaving cuts started to bleed. Int life good? The Internet returned. And I started to do some work that I had not been able to save earlier, yet again: As if by magic, the world’s most incompetent provider . The light shower has stopped. I went to make the last of the two mugs of tea I’m permitted to drink daily. I can drink as much decaffeinated tea as I want they tell me… Have you ever tried it? You’d be better off and get more flavour drinking stale water!
As I was making the tea, the last but one Carer call was made. The two young lads, CA & CV. One had a look at the accident area and ulcer zone. One thought it looked terrible, the other a lot better than last week, who I agreed with. Naturally, it still hurts, but nothing compared to last week. The toes are clearing a bit too. The ankle swelling is not so keen on going down. They did the drops, the medications, Peptac… well it’s that horrible flavoured Gaviscon now, and then the drops. I mentioned the kitchen floor’s state, with me having to go to the hospital on the domestic’s call day. And the new lad set about using the speed mop on the floor for me, bless them.
Very late up tonight, blog addiction again. With the blessed going down so often, I was many hours behind schedule with the blogging. I should imagine that the top dog at , oligarch Mr Fries does not have this problem?It must worry him a bit?
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By the time I got the pouch off, it looked much redder?
The ankle looked much better…But it wasn’t! Humph!
Off to the . It took a while, but I did the crossword. Had a closer look at the situation with the toes.
Morning kitchen view. The house being done up showed no signs of progress externally.
J Sainsbury’s delivery arrived. See the eyes in these two bags? Pareidoliaing again!
Collected the bags from the hallway. (Terrible pains from the left hip). Strawberries for the carers, bread and rolls to go on the fridge. Well, not the two sourdough ones; I’ll have them today sometime, with tons of vegan butter in them. Mmm!. Maybe the Bartlett tatties with garlic, too. Franks for Carer Chris, fresh pod peas and shelled peas; I didn’t mean to order both… but at least I can tell the community nurse that I am peeing better? Hahaha! Cupboard fodder. Vegan Cookies for Carer Kara, Porridge for Carer Sam, and almond chocolate for me.
I got some 247 kitchen towels, but I’ve been unable to get them lately. I hope they have not changed the size of them.
NOT WELL AT ALL: The next hours, and many of them, I was in such pain with the left hip, the mystery ankle ulcer and my toes, I just took extra painkillers, and fell asleep. Waking up only when the carers called.
Eventually, I just had to rise, the hip and ankle blazing away painfully – to make a meal. It should have tasted great… it had all the ingredients that I usually enjoy, nothing I’d not had and linked in the past… Horrible! 2.2/10 Taste rating! And that was for the well-buttered sourdough bread rolls! I didn’t even enjoy my first pod peas of the season, in the slightest; foul, they were? You don’t think that have got financially involved in farming, do you? Damned scary thought that!
04:30hrs: I dragged my ailment-ridden, Neurotransmitter-Failing body from the comfort… well, okay, skip that bit… from the depths of my nocturnal-protector, the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner. Removed the night bag with some difficulty, from my . The colouring, using the NHS chart guide, was number five. I’ve had it a lot worse.
I didn’t enjoy my morning visit to the wet room, particularly the visit. had withdrawn from his battle for control of my evacuation’s constitution with … Who celebrated by offering torpedoes that disintegrated as they shot out of the rear end and splattered into the bowl and water, distributing a messy, sickeningly-clingy, foul-ponging, puke-producing aroma.And to think that I was in there two days ago for over an hour, desperately trying to encourage the cement-like, clunking against the porcelain, torpedoes that eventually, painfully escaped. Yet both modes produced some bleeding from ?
The morning Carer arrived, and I had a look at the leg wounds suggesting I get to the hospital with them. I explained, well, I can’t get to the hospital without the legs. Haha! Brought a smile and laugh that did!
Tea and bikkies time… and why is this so? Yes, the World Wide loose money manipulators, struck again! While their facade, overlay, giving an aimed at the money-markets, veneer of professionalism, respectability, integrity and probity. They have bought up or invested in hundreds of internet and mobile phone companies… But why? They have no idea how to run them? Or treat customers? As I have mentioned before, this oligarchal smoke & mirrors , has to have an ulterior motive for spending billions of dollars to buy out, or invest in just about every other national competitor there is? To such a point, that their crap service is of no bother to them at all. Anyone (customer) leaving Virgin Media will have to go with another company that is almost guaranteed to be owned or part owned by !Hello, it’s come back online! It went off I’d guess, I didn’t keep a record of it today, about eleven times minimum, as I know of. I did keep a record of each time they caused me to lose work and had to do it again, and that was eleven. Pure jealously you see: about Fires F’ing things up for me and getting paid a $26 million salary, a guaranteed bonus in shares, and an open-ended expense account. And here they are, cocking my life and love (blogging) up… with me in trouble with the bank account, that is a little short of Fries and the other oligarchs, without a doubt. But I don’t mind really… well, I do mind, but it’ll only add to the extreme pleasure they get for fiddling with honest people, overcharging for a shockingly inept internet connection, growing ever-more better off… I wish it was me doing it! Why? I’m not sure…
On the seventh failure of the profit-addicted oligarchs from . I then sorted out the laundry bag. It didn’t take me long. Then did some preparations for an early meal, later. came back online… it does that sometimes. I opened the email and was so appreciative to find that carer who took photos of the wounded legs for me, had sent them to me; bless her cotton socks, that was so kind of her. Think it was Saturday when she took them.
The top one was where the bottle of soda water I dropped had hit the leg ulcer on its way down, before hitting the ingrowing toenail on the left foot.
The second one down, was of the same area, from another angle.
She’s a natural when it comes to photographicalisationing, is she not? No messing she took them on her mobile phone within a minute I think, every one of them is a work of art… Which gives an idea, I wonder if the Tate Gallery might be interested in buying them? Hehehe!
An interesting one next down. It is the largest one of all the . Today, a sort of gel was creeping out, instead of the usual thin liquid? Looks like I’ve got hundreds of tiny tattoos?
It was on the inner ankle of the left foot.
The gal then took two quick snaps of the new underneath-the-skin blood patches that had developed overnight.
They are very pretty; shame about them being painful, though. Then the new growths around the toes. The centre three toes were still warped shape, and varied between blue and brown colouring?
I took some further pictures of how the leg ailments were looking now. They are not as good as Joannes, but still, they do show some changes; for the better, I think.
Naturally, they were still painful, especially if I catch them against anything, but I took extra care.
The puss that was coming out of the , had reduced greatly. And appeared to be less thick than yesterday, too. In the early evening, the skies offered me an amazing few minutes of joy, an absolute . Each one of the pictures I took! Can you see anything in this first one on the right? I’d love to know what I see is actually in there?
The second, on the left here, was more a sheer delight than anything, just to view it. Marvellous Nature!
Since moving into the high-rise flats, things have not all been good, but the views… can be magnificent. I got the nosh started. The sky changed completely within ten minutes, and the sun; which was on its way down – burst through as the clouds broke up. A bean meal, two minutes in the microwave or five on the hob. Which I chose, so I could stir in some Borscht. That’s why they appear so red. A dollop of BBQ sauce was added; three wholemeal rolls were made into chip sarnies and dunked into the sauce. Grrreat! Flavour-Rating: 8.8/10!
The sky and weather had changed by the time I went to get the pots washed!
I took this bad photograph
quickly, as rang out as the last Carer arrived. It was Richard; not seen him for a while. He said I should see the doctor about the legs and feet. I explained that Kara had rang the doctor, who said if it get worse, go to the Treatment Centre. We had a little natter, and off he went saying he’ll be back in the morning Toucn of the Clint Eastwoods there, Hahaha! Oh, no, that was Arnie, wasn’t it?
I shall now retire Not from work I that 28 years ago! But to my second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner. In search of sleep.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – HMG– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – There’s a lot that life has been launching at me lately. Medically, financially, and socially, guilt, & self-hatred, which is undoubtedly one of the worst, along with the unwarranted depression and hatred of my ailments.But the Master-Pisser-Offerer, without question, is: My recently acquired inability to absorb facts, figures, numbers, dates, and names and my chronically-bad memory are worsened by oligarchs & the company they bought and destroyed; for some obviously underhand ulterior motive, ‘s constant, every day several times going offline, is the killer! I already struggle to see what I’m doing and writing with, , and , naturally& Don’t help me either. I’ve got to get this out of my system, even if s, Mr Fries, the $26 million salaried boss, sues me. I’ve not got enough money to live on, so it will mean prison for me… which could mean me getting the medical attention I need quicker? No ridiculously increased heating and lighting bills, cost of food price rises, rent going up, insurance going up… He might be doing me a favour by suing me for telling what I believe to be the truth. I really love doing this rubbish of a blog. But it’s getting harder and harder. Losing work on it diurnally, when Liberty-Global repeatedly, fail to maintain even an imitation of the good service. I’ve only just started writing this Thursday’s blog at 15:00hrs on Friday. And as for getting Fridays done… well… (I’ve been out to see the Bank Manager! I know!) Carer Kara went with me and took control, bless her cotton socks. A treasure she is, I’d be lost without her help. (She’s still not keen on adopting me as a grandfather, though… I don’t blame her! Hehehe!) I’ll tell you about it in the next blog.I hope. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Just look at this above… One High Norm, and three Hyper One Lows. Considering my life is a mess at the moment, I’m well pleased with these returns!
The attached night pouch was darker than of late. But only just inside the ‘Drink More Fluid’ area of the NHS scorecard by a little.
The regulation need of the arose, so off to the wet room, using two sticks this time. I’m a smidge worried in case the left leg collapses again. But it didn’t… had I just taken , or mayhap alone, I can’t help but feel the leg would have gone on me again. Hehehe!
My heart warmed when I got inside the wet room, and noticed I’d scrubbed of the “Do Not Flush” I’d written on W.C. the water tank. Tickled pink at knowing the tank would refill without me having to lug all the water from the kitchen to get it refilled. Thanks to Deana for ringing the maintenance for me about it. The right leg where I dropped the soda bottle on my ankle and toe, was still tender, but not as bad as I thought it might be. (It got a lot worse with doing all the walking on Friday, to get to the bank, and sort it out tomorrow!)The red marks under both arms had returned, but I had some of the ointment left that I used up. The usual procedure of was performed, without any further .
Another Blue-Hue to the morning’s view!
Tea & bikkies time, then got the computer going… Please do not let Mr Fries, from know about this, cause I know he’ll be worried sick about the company he spent s $23 billion to buy, not working, and will feel so depressed and ashamed. Huh! . Money-Mad Twerp! (Jealousy, methinks? Hahaha!) Yes, it’s only my jealousy, you know! Haha! I lost couldn’t of the time it went down. Certainly the most by far from in any one day. They outshone their own usual incapabilities today.
I knuckled down to the regular pattern for hours and hours then.
❶ Starting with creating some artwork or blog input… ❷ Going down... ❸ Washing pots, eye drops in, Medicationalisations, second eye drops in, going to get another bottle of spring water, taking photos of the sky from the kitchen window, in any order… ❹ – coming back on… ❺ Trying to remember where I was and what I’d done – to enable me to redo the world lost because it couldn’t be saved due to – going down. Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat! Repeat, Repeat!…
Here are the sky photographs from the day
I was so frustrated, more than s Fries will ever be. But of course, nothing must come between the oligarch’s desperate addiction to profit, even if only on paper.
Carer Chris arrived for the next to last call of the day. I was sat in the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner, where I’d fallen asleep. Through mental fatigue, frustration, and fighting off my hatred for the uninterested . Until rang out, and Chris entered. He was kind enough to tend to me without my getting up from the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-fallout-able from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. He did the eye drops first, then the medications, and then the second drops. Kind of him; I think he understood how done-in I was.
THE DREAM!
I reckon I nodding-off again within seconds of the lad leaving.
Into a marvellous dream that I did not want to leave. It made me want to cry on my sleeve… Nothing happened to make me sad or grieve… Suzanne my first love, came into view… I shan’t say what we got up to! ♥
The door chimes chimed out. It was Carer Chris on the last call of the day. Again, the lad let me stay in the recliner while medicating and eye-dropping me.
Getting back to sleep was not so easy this time. The concerns about the visit to the bank in the morning, and getting things ready, harrassed my tormented mind. The bliss of sleep was just about to return. The eyelids were drooping, the mind going blank. Then I suddenly realised I’d not had a meal! So I got up and made one, a feast really!
Up at 06:30hrs. Nigh pouch off, emptied & sorted Kitchen Check on the being done-up house below. I wonder what it’s costing them?
Refilled biscuit barrel with the 4-a-day cookies.
Two food deliveries today; I got the bags and boxes out and ready for the first (Asda) Food arrival. Iceland is due later.
CARER KARA arrived. sorted out the medications and eye drops. I think we spoke of Friday’s visit to the bank, but I’m not sure?
Asda arrived good and early. Soda waters Apart from having to pick out the black and green ones, these are super-tasty little nuggets of potato. I can do them in the new air-fryer (15 mins) or in the oven (45 mins). Soya lemon desserts, Lacto-free milk, sterilised milk, and strawberry cheesecakes and of course, with the cookies being on offer, as well as the milk – a bargain? Last year the milk was 99p. Today on offer at £1,29! Bakery Section… Sliced wholemeal rolls, Brown baguettes & the limited to one Tear & Share bread on offer. Only one packet of tear & share bread allowed. (It’s on offer!) I got all the bread ordered, a rarity, I decided to put some in the freezer for later on. Food cupboard stocks.
The Schweppes Soda water, pink and watermelon flavoured, was still on offer, so I bought even more at this price, almost half-price! Also, I got two Asda own-brand bottles of soda; they can have some of the Lowicz raspberry juice to flavour it. Being the keen, alert, dedicated good housekeeping person that I am, I decided to make a bottle up as soon as I’d finished sorting the Asda storing of the foods… & a double, painful ensured… I dropped a bottle of Soda, and it hit my chin, then bounced onto the , and I may have said something like “Oh, dear!”
Iceland arrived; as Carer Sam was visiting me, I was bending her ear over the appointment in injuries. Hehehe! She kindly put the barfs in the kitchen for me. Seemed to be a lot of bags today? Have I made another cock-up? Milk roll bread, cheap kitchen towels, apple pastries, spray oils, bread thins, and brown baguettes. In fact, they had everything I ordered, even the ones I ordered by mistake! Hard to believe, I know!
Over the next three hours, I got a lot of updating done on CorelDraw.This was due to; the consistency, perseverance, and free-willed constitution of… and I believe their involvement (Owning or par owning) of 18 other internet providers in Europe. And, of course, their inability to provide internet to Nottingham that does not go down several times a day; that costs me hours in redoing the work lost that could not be saved. Also causing more mistakes! DO NOT GO NEAR THEM! Then again; With them owning Virgin Media, O2, PC Brand, ‘3’ the UPC brand, Plusnet, and Sunrise UPC. Shares in Vodaphone, Smarty, EE & BT. With 11.9 idiots… I mean, million subscribers, where else can you go to? They’ve got us where they want us, by the short & curly!
FOOD TIME Ah, that was nice. And although a terrible photo, the flaky pastry with gooey, sticky apple sauce was also okay!
I gave up on the ambidextrousness, chicanery, doublespeak, thaumaturgy, figure-shuffling, and slithery. Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down. The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
Well, where do I start again?
New problems, Whoopsiedangleplops, Cock-ups or Accifauxpas every single day! And 90% of the current batch, has not been sorted or rectified yet! Int life good? I’ll not mention the Acci-Whoopsie yet, but I’ve just taken a photo of the resultant injuries, which I’ll display here further down. Cause knowing my luck, there will be more to follow yet… Hehehe!
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I stirred into imitation life again. And, me thinking it was early yet, for some reason I had it in my mind after looking at the wall clock… well, what used to be a wall clock, it fell off and I can’t reach to put it back on the wall, so it rests next to the Margaret Thatcher squeaky toy above the electric fire… that I cannot or dare not put on with the prices of electricity… Where was I? Oh, yes… night bag was removed from the Catheter contraption. Not a lot, but a decent colour. Naturally, the bending and pulling immediately inspired to offer forth her usual doses of pain-giving.
Thinking it was only about 05:00hrs, I decided to get the ablutions done, but no showering; the noise would disturb the neighbours. So a stand-up at the sink, the one with the cold water tap (Faucet) not working, would suffice this morning.
I soon discovered I’d now had neck pains from yesterday’s tumble.
I cleaned the few teeth I have left, and during doing this, it dawned on me that yesterday I could not find the toothbrush – it was straight in front of me on the cold-waterless sink!
A body wash ensued. But not the feet, I can’t get at them, so will put them in a bowl of soapy water later.
I started to shave… and the ? Hello, I thought, who’s this so early? It was Carer Richard’s voice I heard. I had to finish u;p early cause I didn’t want to keep him waiting; he’s going home after his long shift when I’m sorted. I ran the razors over the top of my head, retrieving them from the back neck area… THE BLOOD FLOWED… down onto my cheeks, face, into the earholes and then the protruding mould of my belly onto the floor!.
I wiped the cuts with some paper towels, fumbled about getting the PPs on, and finally, a dressing gown. I left the mess to sort out later, I’ve got to go back to do the medicationalisationing yet. Dolloped much Brut aftershave to stop the bleeding nicks.
I apologised to Richard for keeping him waiting; he was putting the first eye drops in seconds. Then did the medication during the five-minute wait, before giving me the second Optha eye drops. I did the three-minute finger poke in the eye near the nose, and off the tired-looking lad went. Thanked him. Back to the wet room. Olive oiled the ears, and Germolened the head; the bleeding had stopped. Germolened the grossly wobbly belly. Then I Phorpained the knees. Cleaned the blood up from the varying surfaces. Then took an extra single painkiller, as and the neck were both a little severe, pain-wise.
Then I went back into the wet room again, for my activities. A smidgeon concerned about how this would go, with my not passing anything yesterday
In two words… ‘GOOEY – MESSY!’ Oh, and with an orange tint to the torpedoes! Incidentally, Richard arrived at, I think it was 07:40hrs. So my chronolgicalness was well out of sync. again.
I made a brew of Glengettie tea with the regulation four little cookies. I think the taste buds are coming back online… not like Liberty-Global’s Virgin Media when I tried to open it...
Olibarchally inept Virgin Media owners, financial-gain at any cost merchants of money, Liberty-Global Struck again!
So, I went onto CorelDraw and Excel to make some graphs.
Got back on the net, and Carer Kara arrived. She did the deeds, had a laugh, and checked on the wounds on my head; bless her. ♥ She doctored the wounds on my head from the bloody shaving . Thanks Kara!
I got back to the internet… I don’t think that Liberty-Global’s horrible $26 million-a-year salaried Oligarch, Mr Fries, is even aware of how pathetic Virgin has become! I’ll put it another way; He’s obviously not bothered in the slightest! He’ll be blithely unconcerned about customers, or the incompetency of any of the dozens of other internet companies that Liberty-Global have either bought out or got a share it, part-ownership. If anyone does leave Virgin, and many would love to, myself included – but the only other options, SS, Vodaphone, ‘3’, BT, GiffGaff etc., to go to, are controlled or partly so by dodgy data analytics manipulators Liberty-Global! Jealous? Me? Yep! Hehehe!
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana, and
Oberstürmbannfuhreress, Desk Top Dance Julie cameth in.
To tell me they had rung the NCH maintenance to inform them of my problems of having no water in the wet room tap, or water tank. They anticipate I may get a call from maintenance about a call date. Bless ’em both! ♥ The photo above is from some years ago, but they look just the same today!
Yet again!
Can you believe it?!
This typically says a lot, but never they do it, or the damage they inflict on old men… coffin waiters, in the UK, particularly in Sherwood, Nottingham, en route to the greedy, profit-at-any-cost, smoke & mirrors, oligarchical characters.
I caught my nut on the side of the kitchenette sink while washing the tea mug.
Knocked on the blood papules and paid the price. Had to use a lot of the Brut aftershave to stop it bleeding. I just laughed the incident off, as I always do…
This wonderful cloud formation soon gave way to misty high clouds – and you know what that tells you! Well, I hope you do and can tell me, please. Haha!
The mudslide was considerably less today.
Aha, The landline telephone ringeth and flashes. I’ll answer it then.
Twas ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina Deana. To inform me that a Nottingham City Homes Maintenance plumber will be calling tomorrow… to look at problems with the WC. Yee-Haa!
The eyesight is getting worse again. It does that in the late afternoons, getting worse as the night arrives. I shall go forth and make summat to eat. I may, possibly, mayhap I’ll be back!
I’m back, tomorrow morning, well, afternoon. (It was a busy, busy morning). I took a photo of the end car park; the mudslide well reduced now, even though the rain was falling. I’m not sure if I intended to take this photograph, or if it was another accidental exposure. I’m known for my accidental exposures, you know. Hehehe!
I got the meal served up. Roasted mini potato chunks, tomatoes, pretend bacon, and the rather misleading – but then again, I am misled easier nowadays as I prepare for the man with the scythe. Damned expensive for what sparse bread it contained. But they were, after cooling, rather nice!In fact, the entire meal was for once. Yesterday when eating, I thought the taste buds were getting more responsive. Tonight, they were back to form. A delicious mini-feast. Taste rating: 8.6/10.
Late Carer Chris arrived, the moment I drifted off into slumberland. Thoughtfully left me 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 recline, while he performed the two eye drops and medications for me. Night pouch was attached to .
Before he left, he saw me looking at the Sunsetting and cursing that I could not get up to take photos of it. He kindly grabbed the camera and took these shots for me and the blog. I thanked home,and off he went.
But could I get back to sleep? Nope! No thought storms, though; it was a cracking headache from the head wounds, and that was the reason. Humph!
I had got to keep until 03:30hrs and was deep in the land-of-Nod when chimed from the front door ringer. Rudely bringing me back to ersatz life again… I wasn’t keen on it, though, with the pains and aches from yesterday’s tumble making themselves felt before I’d opened my eyelids. As the lids opened, with a blurriness the same as yesterday’s, thanks to the ailments contained within both eyes. , no medications for her, then there was and . I spotted that the, erm… whatever it was that had erupted twixt my Man-Breasts and titanically flabby urine-filled stomach; was getting paler… dying off, methinks? As a perky Carer Chris was on his phone, I spotted that the leg ulcer, ... on the right leg was leaking just a smidge of fluid close to the foot. on the left, also spurting a drop or two out, and the cover was wet from earlier escapages of lymphatic fluids as well. . Carer Chris approach me with the bottle of eye spray and got them like a professional! Sorted the medications, then counted of the five minutes required before dealing out the slightly more uncomfortable vial, and in they went too. He checked the time on his mobile to count down the three minutes that I had to stick my index finger in the noses corner of the affected eye. I have to say, my vision is getting bad now. No doubt cause will be the new drops treatment. Got to be done, though. Carer Chris departed, and of course, after he’d gone, I realised I had not asked him to apply some Phorpain to help relieve , and the now kicking off with steadfast determination. Humph!
Still no need for the , and there were none yesterday either. A smidge worrying, that!
I got the computer on. I hardly need to tell you this, do I?
At least this time, it returned without me having to faffle about resetting the box this time.
I missed putting on this photograph I took when taking it off day pouch. Good colour! Five minutes later, the internet came back on, and I started to finish Tuesday’s Part Two blog…You know what’s coming, don’t you? Yes! I don’t know about ride… More chance of them sinking, I think. But I believe they are doing this on purpose, part of a financial master plan to boost the share of the oligarch’s top list? Part of their financial ambidextrousness & number manipulating profit schemes?
What a magnificent view this morning from the kitchenette window. Absolutely Gorgeous morning colours! Being something of an amateur weather forecaster… Well, my Dad used to say, ‘Red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning. Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight!’ And, ‘I could be right, I could be wrong, but black clouds in white, there’ll be rain tonight! He also used to call me; A useless article. As much use as a fart in a cullender. God’s gift to stupidity. And “Are you sure your mine? I’m not!” All mild compared to Mother’s message to the midwife three minutes after I was born… “I don’t want it; throw it in the Trent!” But, years later, when the midwife told me this tale, and I went to inquire with Mother in case this was true, I couldn’t find her. She’s just been arrested for running illegal bookies in the front room. But it weighed on my mind, and after she got bailed and back home, I asked her. The reply? “Yes, I did, but I took to you a bit later!” How comforting life was as an ankle-snapper for me.
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina Deana came in, I’ve not seen her for months.
The Nottingham City Homes Monitoring the Alert Alarms that I used last night, had asked her to check on me, to see if I was okay. Which she did!
I told her of the tumble. And about my waiting for three months to get the water tap in the sink, and the Water tank going. Expressing the pain my back was in before the fall. was even worse now, with buckets of water to be carried from kitchen to W.C. every Throne visit for three months.
Then had another tumble while she was here. Tsk!
Deana said she’ll ring them to see if they can get any earlier.
I’ve not heard anything from her. So I assume they cannot. No text messages.
Carer Kara arrived as Deana was leaving.
She was in a rush but showed compassion. Did the eyes and checked the catheter for me after the fall.
I made a new, one of the two permitted-a-day mugs of tea. I brought the mug to the balcony and took this snap before having a go at and finishing Tuesday’s blog two. The data analytics manipulators, the specious, untrustworthy, money-juggling, dubious, substandard internet suppliers, and legal financial fiddling experts who have a share in or own 40% of all the UK’s companies, and pat their top dog, Mr Fries, over $26 million salary, with a guaranteed bonus and an open expense account, went down again. Tea & bikkies again, while the Liberty-Global Virgin Media excuse for an internet service was down. The capricious, profit-seeking, cruel, fallible, undependable, company who have just put up their charges again. Fancy that!
Carer Chris called again, eyes, medication, and the second eye drops. Several unbroken hours of blogging were enjoyed.
On Chris’s next call, he picked up some letters that had been posted. One, with increased doses of the Warfarin tablets. The second was from the Queens Medical Centre, the EENT department, with an appointment for me, regarding the cataract situation. Chris checked that I’d done the calendar entry rightly. I begged him to remind me the Thursday the week before, to phone the lift people to try and book a lift there and back. It’s on 21st July at 12:10 hours. It is for a Booked Refraction, whatever that is. I looked it up: Refractive cataract surgery starts in the same manner as standard cataract surgery. Your natural eye lens is removed. However, it is replaced with an advanced multi-focal lens that corrects your vision. Refractive cataract surgery can correct near and farsightedness as well as astigmatism. Of course, I knew that! .
Pareidolian’s Delight.
I think I found many figures and faces in every one of these four photographicalisations. They all amazed me. A camera, various faces, claws, jigsaw pieces, and a shield.
I did detect a few slightly darker patches of cloud in amongst the others; rain is on the way, mayhap? This one on the left, was almost like countries, islands on the sea? But, with the state of my eyes. May not actually be in there at all. Hehe! This wider shot is so interesting to any Pareidolian with half-decent eyesight.A poodle, amongst others. Grrreat!
An hour or later rain cameth. Short and sharp. I went on the balcony to take this shot through the window of the car park below. The roadway barely looked wet to me? From the end opened window, it was a different story. The mudslide puddle that came from Woodthorpe Grange Park, seemed much bigger than yesterday to me.
I made a start on this blog. I was getting tired now, and as usual, my eyesight and hearing both faded.
Going to make something to eat and get my head down… that’s the plan. The simplest of meals tonight. Baked beans & beetroot cubes, with a dollop of concentrated Borscht, some of the tasteless sliced bread rolls to dip in the Borscht. I enjoyed it, but not the cleaning up afterwards. After washing the well beetroot-stained bowl and spoon, the tray needed doing. Then by overly-large flabby stomach and legs, had to be de-beetrooted. Hehehe!
The Careress arrived, Carolynne, I think it was, not seen her for a while. Meds and eye drops were sorted. And I remembered for once to ask her to attach the catheter night pouch. All done without any problems.
I settled in search of sleep… and found it. Grrreat
I do believe the taste buds are rejuvenating at last. Not completely, but this nosh was okay tasting. Flavour-Rating: 6/10.
Back to computing:
As the slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, Oligarchs at Virgin Media were continuing with their destruction of various internet companies, presumably, they will get one to work one day, and all the others will fail as well; all a part of ulterior motive I mentioned earlier; I stood up from the swivel chair, grabbed at , and I missed… Then in an instant a courtesy of performed, and simultaneously, the left water-filled leg lost all sense of feel, and I collapsed backwards. Missed the arm of the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner that I’d hoped would help me avoid a tumble but unfortunately, and , a cracker it was, too. My arm went down twixt recliner and the ottoman, () my body was supposed to turn right to get at the cushions to fall on – but no! saw to that. Due to the left leg giving way, I spun to my right, taking everything with me from the ottoman top, on my way down to fall flat on my back, landing with a thud, and banging my arm, chin, goolies and face en route… and in the immediately after landing – I could smell the laundry softener in the bag, as it burst open. I lay there twixt what I found to be: the torch, TV remote, four one-litre bottles of soda, two tonic water, and one of spring water… some even underneath me. A burst-open bag of cheesy curls, one pair of scissors and a written bill notification for £800 plus from the carers. Most painful!
How did I know what flotsam and jetsam there were? I’ll tell you because I had four hours of being unable to move, because of the pain from the hit cheek, teeth and head and agony coming from !Then, . As mobility slowly returned I had a look around while waiting for the ambulance
Now what do I do? Well, obviously, press the panic alarm button on my wrist – so I did! This did not work very well, due to the sender, me, being flat on the floor in great discomfort, and the machine with an upward facing speaker four feet higher than I was, and me partially deaf, I struggled to hear what the lady was saying. I tried to explain that I only need assistance to get up. But it seems she rang for an ambulance, and kindly stayed monitoring the line. Saying to shout out if had any problems. I was really tempted to tell her all of my ailments by name, mention Liberty-Global internet crap, the bank not sorting my money leakage, Nottingham City Homes keeping me waiting to have the non-filling W.C. water tank and the none-running cold water tap in the sink, for nearly four months now, and giving agony having to drag water in buckets to refill the tank every time I go for a dump. The high cost of food and electricity… I had plenty of time to recall them, as I lay there unable to move, purely due to the pain when I tried to.
After two hours, the kind lady checked me a few times; bless her; I think the lady said she was putting me through to another lady; she is ending her shift. I thanked her and welcomed the new lady. At long last, I could lift the swollen left leg up a bit and tried to turn over, in readiness to see if I could get into a position to try and get on my knees. But, it was still too painful. I worked out that when things eased, the best way to get to the picker-upperer so that I could maybe get the chair moved, so I can see the clock. In sheer frustration, I gritted my teeth again 3½hrs or so after taking the tumble. The bruised knee was bad, but other areas were less severe… a few arghs, and o’oerrs later, not to mention a fair bit of cursing, and lots of bravery and heroism (Hehe!), I’d got up on my knees. Hoping that the Catheter bag would not split… I tested the recliner arm for sufficient sturdiness, was used; one almighty effort later, I was back on my feet!
The left leg seemed to be back as it was before it collapsed on me. I had a similar happening when I had the stroke, but that was far worse. I hope I didn’t just have one again. I’m sure it wasn’t, cause within minutes of rising on feet to my magnificent full 5″2⅗’, most things rapidly eased. Not the back mind.
I informed the nice lady who was still monitoring me. She cancelled the ambulance for me. Thanking you!
I cleaned up the mess made and spilt. And got the computer on… . Liberty-Global are more persistent than Putin!
Tidied up the Catheter. Left leg fast filling up again – Oh, dearie me!
Carer Chris came after I’d finished everything. Eye drops and painkillers. No Phorpain or Peptac was offered. But that suited me. I took an extra naughty Codeine, cause the back is still cruelly hurtful!
Nipped into the kitchen to take this shot. I love these brown nights. I was going to get on with this blog, but…
Aching a bit now…
Found I’d started my
Cleaning that up, I found that poor things, also bleeding!
