– Did you spot his two mistakes? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Due to circumstances beyond my control. (But not the control of , or the .) It is now late morning tomorrow, and this is where I’m only just starting to update yesterday’s (this) blog. A minor-altercation on Thursday morning also increased the delay in making a start. As if I wasn’t far enough behind in the first place, now I’m already behind with Thursday’s blog-start. Oh, I do go on, don’t I? Hehehe! So this be a rush job. This morning, a massive amount of dark urine in the nocturnal pouch emptied out.
Waste bags sorted out.
The food delivery arrived. The chap put all the stuff into the kitchen for me. The driver took them through to the kitchen for me. Then the job of sorting and putting away began… Got the fresh stuff in the fridge. Quite a lot of it… The vegetables were used to make a beef & black bean meal. Butt his was kyboshed by the chunk of beef I ordered being substituted with Polish Wyeska thin slices of pork! I’m glad I ordered two ready-made meals of it now. But sad my culinary skills could not be tested. A few cans for the nurse’s and carers’ treats arrived. And I set to filling the nibbles shelves. I’m spoiling them, rotten. Hehe!
It took me about six hours to complete the top part of this blog—no, it took me nearer eight hours. Carer Kara came and was a great help with the financial mess I’d gotten myself into. But the British Gas Meter confusions still go on… and on. Carer Israel made the last two calls.
I did keep taking photos of the changing weather throughout, mostly when I got caught up in the blog mistakes!
First shot, was of the wonderful clouds and sky.
In the late afternoon, the clouds were still interesting to look at. Drizzling began falling, but not a lot.
Some cracking blotched Pareidolianist Delight photos were taken from the kitchen window.
This is the view when I went to get the cheesy potatoes from the oven. The flesh was mixed into the bowl with Leicester Red Cheddar, sea salt, and no-butter butter. I took this snap after I’d taken the flash from the spuds and started to mash them up in the bowl.
I went back to the computer and did a bit more on the top intro graphics. Then, I went back to check the spuds in the oven.
A very annoying thing happened then. I took a snap of the prepared meal and looked at it on the Kodak Tim screen. I was pleased with it. When I got around to getting the pictures on the computer in the morning… the meal was not on the card! Yet moments after taking the shot of the meal, I took this relatively decent shot of the sky. The blotches blended in with the clouds. The card was in the camera when I took the picture of the meal. So, what the heck could I have done wrong to lose it?
I watch the TV after eating a gorgeous meal.
Carer Israel took the diabetic socks off and medicated me.
Possibly, just perhaps, well, at least in the last week, this morning was the oddest one yet. For a variety of reasons, which I will no doubt get mixed up and out of order. But I’ll do my bestest to explain. 04:20hrs: First, I woke up with an unexplainable… well, Zest! I found the nocturnal pouch of urine to be a lighter colour than of late. An urge for a mug of Glengettie came next, and off to the kitchen, I poddled to get the kettle on. Then, I took a snap with Kodak-Tim of the morning view and realised it was only 05:00 hrs. I decided to have an early wash and shave, being as I was feeling almost chirpy. (I knew it couldn’t last, so I made the best of it.) Then I noticed that the kettle was not working. I toyed with the connections and plug for a while, but it did no good. It wouldn’t have it! But on top of the cupboard was a kettle I bought about a year ago. The problem was, how do I get it down from there? I ended up using the long picker-upperer carefully, but I got it done safely enough. However, the base plate was still up there and at the back near the wall. My desire for the tea drove me on. After a little thought, I fetched the 3-step ladder from the junk room. I could only manage two steps, thanks to , in particular, the back of the knee emitting severe pains. But my determination to get a brew of Glengettie was strong! I managed to reach the plate using the small picker-upperer. Finding that it and the kettle needed a good cleaning up before using it. This is when the stubbing of the toe took place. Undaunted, I got the dust of and out of everything and the kettle on the boil. Moments after taking a photo of the Jenny donated china mug on the left, is when I knocked it off of the counter with the dressing gown sleeve. I caught hold of the mug as it bounced off of my overly abundant belly. Thus, spilling some tea on the gown, me and the floor! My previously rare morning zest was flattening down now, and the idea of making another mug of tea did not appeal to me. I felt a brooding coming on. I got all the waste bags sorted and placed them near the door. Then I decided a darn good wash and shave was called for. So, I took off my dressing gown and wobbled along to the wet room. The wobbling was caused by the catheter fitted yesterday, which has a thick, massive, long tube. The release valve tap was so low down it rested on my foot! It was not easy to reach down to empty it, which was my first task as I got inside the wet room. The favourite was again in full control of the evacuation. Cleaning up was a heck of a job, and it was difficult with the long catheter on and using the walking stick. Still, I freshened things up and cleaned my teeth. The bleeding soon stopped. There was a funny incident that I realised about much later when I got around to uploading the photos. I dropped Kodak-Tim from the dressing gown pocket later, and while making sure nothing had broken, I took the selfie above, catching the image in that shaving mirror, Hahaha! The shaving ended with a cut count of only two; oddly, one was on the ear lobe? Beats me too! I get the body scrubbed up; it takes longer nowadays. What with the monumental girth I’ve acquired since I’ve become flat-bound, bending down is so difficult and painful. The Cartilage Girls & don’t help. I suppose on the bright side, if I ever tumble forward, I’ll have a chance of bouncing back up. Hehehe! Then, I decided to mop the kitchen. I used the Flash speed mop for the job—a mistake that was! It appeared to look okay afterwards until I walked into the place. The soles of the slippers stuck to the tiles, and I could hear and almost feel them squelching as I walked on the floor. Now, my mood was almost reversed to what it was earlier. I noticed many bits of something very small still stuck on the floor, and a Carer mopped it last week. So, I had to get the mop and bucket brought into action. Gathering several leg bruises on the way from the walking stick as I mopped one-handed, then found somewhere to lean again, to bend painfully down to hand wring the mophead. I even got Kodak-Tim out a few times to record my progress. Now, I was worried about my sanity. But I was pretty happy with this second proper mopping job done. As I went to clean and store the mop and bucket, I realised that I’d not done the morning medicationings for many regions of my story, plump, wobbly body. So I did. I put on the Acne cream. Then, I applied barrier cream around the fungal lesion and barrier creamed the tops of the inner legs and the ever-growing stomach fold. Then, I Germoloided Harold’s Hemorrhoids. I put on a fresh dressing gown, made a fresh mix of spring water, put the old dressing gown in the laundry bag, and noticed the clock. It was 08:55 hrs. I’d been so concentrated on and frustrated with the Whoopsies, cleaning, and farcical morning that I wondered if the Carer had been and if I’d forgotten about it. I checked the Carer’s log, and there was nothing on it for this morning. At least I didn’t have to worry about that.
Later, Carer Sam arrived. She listened to my tale of the morning’s woe; bless her. Finally, I made a belated start on finishing off yesterday’s blog. I was calming down nicely.
, sod-it! The Google and Firefox thingies went down at the same time on me! I could do nothing for an hour. I tried all the usual stuff, but the mouse was working, not the keyboard. I kept getting messages coming up that meant nothing to me. I was near to dismay. Then I got Norton Messages telling me a series of numbers were safe; no action was needed! Was Google healing itself? I gave up and turned off the whole shebang. I was sitting feeling sorry for myself when the intercom sounded. It was the delivery of Medical stuff from Vyne. Boy, did it take some sorting out? Yes, it did. I had many things on my mind and worried about the computer, too. I didn’t know what all the things were for, but indeed, they must be connected with, for, or part of the dreaded and disliked . They look awfully complicated to me. But, then again, so do women, Putin, arithmetic, Judges, the Conservative Party, and Doreen Dementia. Ah, I recognised the painkiller jet thingies that the nurses shoot down Little Inchie when they have to put new tubes into him. Oh, they are good! Haha!
When I returned, I turned on the computer with my fingers crossed. Well, I never did. Google was working again. I was nearly too stressed and tired to appreciate it at first, but a semi-imitation joy crept through my brain all the same.
Carer Christopher arrived. I gave him a cold drink and a bar of chocolate. I chatted away, but he missed most of what I was saying as his fingers belted away on his mobile phone. Hehehe!
I pressed on with starting this blog. It is now past 21:00 hrs. What a day! Where did it go? I’ll read this and find out later.
A caregiver is due on the last day, anytime now. So, I think I’ll put the vegan slices in the oven. Well, I’ll put the stove on, and it’s ready to heat up.
I finally had the meal of the day and enjoyed it, although the incident with prepping the potatoes slightly tempered my enjoyment.
I’d got the instant mash into the bowl with some sea salt, basil and a large knob of No Butter, Butter. Then, I added a packet of grated Leicester Cheese to the mix. I added some freshly boiled water and was about to set it to give it all a good mixing. Then I noticed some mould on the bits of cheese! I’d discarded the good-dated packet and kept the just-out-of-date packet of cheese! Luckily, the unopened packet was retrieved from the waste bin after I chucked the bowl contents into a bin and re-cleaned the bowl. I had to start the potato prepping all over again. Which meant the veg pasties were tastier. I thought the cheesy mashed potatoes were Pareidolianiable. Can you see the chick or rabbit on them? No? It must be me, then. Hahaha!
At last, a photo to be proud of was taken. The blotches were all hidden in the dark night clouds. Is it like the surface of the moon with a volcano erupting? I may ask the Tate Art Gallery if they’d take this one. If not, I can always display house bricks on a wooden palette, 2024 style. I could spill blood on them, break them up for them. I could call it Putin’s Pallette, perhaps? Haha!
Well, the diabetic socks were not removed last night, and the muggings here forgot to ask the Caregiver to do so. So, as I woke at 05:30 hrs, I realised that my planned mission of getting an early shave, sh+t, and shower was in tatters! For I could not get my socks off without help. But having climbed out of the hospital bed with a monumental effort, I decided to just leave the socks on until a Carer arrived and have a shave and old-fashioned wash at the sink straight away. This takes me back to over 70-odd years ago. When we had no hot water, we had to boil pans, kettles and saucepans on the stove and coal fire to have a wash. At least I have heating and hot water now. I checked after thinking this to make sure I’d not left the hot tap (faucet) running. No, all was okay! I needed the Porcelain Throne first. It was another messy affair, too. I cleaned up the porcelain and finished the teggies. A minor miracle when shaving this morning. Not a single cut or nick whatsoever! I began the body washing, and there seemed to be more body than ever that needed doing? I pressed on, dried off, and then turned my attention to the medicationalisationing needed. I started with the Olive oiling of both earholes. Moving on to the Germolening of the sore bottom’s extremities. Next, the delicate operation of completely drying the skin and applying the Germoloid ointment to h
Harold’s Hemorrhoids. Oh, this was so cool! Then, I got the Daktacort cream at the end of Little Inchie and his fungal lesion. Arrgh! Seems the most apt word to describe this. I spilt a drop of the cream on my hand, which was surprisingly painful. I seemed to have acquired some bruising overnight on the wrist? It didn’t look fresh, so maybe whatever happened occurred yesterday, and I’d not noticed it. Did the nasal spraying next. The Medi Derma-S cream was applied to the forehead and right wrist, and it would have also been put on the ankles, but I can’t reach to do it. Over two hours after going into the wet room, I finally came out. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep doing this daily. I felt worn out already!
I made a good, strong mug of Glengettie tea. Oh, no! For a change, I had Thompson Punjana Gold. It’s pleasant enough but not as tasty and lip-smacking as the straight Thomson’s Punjana. I think Carer Maryham and later Carer Sam visited. I decided not to put on the diabetic socks. Some form of imitation logic told me that with them on for 24 hours, it was too early. I’m not sure what I’m rambling on about here. I’m so tired.
Carer Chris did the teatime call while I was deep into creating the new features for the top of this blog. But I did stop when I went to make another brew, Glengettie this time, and the Pareidoliaising caught me as I took this photo below of the clouds. It’s been overcast more or less all day today. The Kodak Tim photo blotched actually gave the nearer smaller cloud the impression of having an eye in the head of the monster or giant bird? A blotchy-indeed later Kodak-Tim shot pg the horison. The closer shot below shows how light the ribbon of light was.
Carer arrived.
In response to the sudden gurgling innards, I managed without any problems to get to the Porcelain Throne in time, and promptly gave my right foot a good toe-stubbing on the high seat leg. Humph! I went to the kitchenette to plan the meal of the day. I noticed the eeriness of the houses on view and then fetched Kodak-Tim to try to capture them on film. It was not one of my best-ever photography efforts. In fact, I was disappointed in how they came out. They looked far crisper in reality than they presented. Then again, with my eyesight, I shouldn’t complain, really, I suppose. A pretend Beef & potato pie that was none-meat. Nice! I halved some tomatoes and cooked some oven chips. Very nice and tasty all round. Then ate a pot of lemon yoghourt! .
I’ve driven endless times along Snake Pass, and I was nervous and careful every time, especially when I was delivering in the Derbyshire area when it snowed. Someone comments on this Snippet, saying a cyclist ignored a red light? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –What a lonely day, today. Well, it wasn’t really. But none of the regular Carers called. So our little jokes, insults and swipes at each other could not be activated. I missed them! Hehe! The computer was playing up, resulting in me not getting so many photographs due to the time I spent making corrections. Peripheral Neuropathy Pete was to blame. The right hand and arm had now joined in with the right leg suddenly dancing and Shirley’s Shaking Shoulder, which often made me so frustrated, angry, and annoyed. I would verbally curse, with such words as “Flip it!” “Bother!” and “Oh, Heck!
I emptied the nocturnal catheter pouch into the jug. To get a more accurate assessment of the colour to record on the log I gave it a four, I think. Off to the wet room in response to the rumbling innards. I thought Constipation Conrad would be in charge. But no. ruled again. Minutes after coming out into the hallway, I had to dive back in and on the Porcelain Throne. An even more giant dollop of liquid waste shot out this time. With such force, not many areas of the wet room or I didn’t need cleaning up this time. I returned to the medicine drawer and took two of Morrison’s Anti-Splatter capsules. I suppose it might have been caused by last night’s vegetable and beef dish, which I enjoyed so much. It contained a lot of vegetables, gravy thickener, and even a splash of liquid smoke. Took a break from the irritating error creating on the computer, to make a brew of Glengettie tea. Took this blotch-ridden photo of the late morning view. Back for my third and final… up to now, visit to the . Much less evacuated this time. And came out with a few discernable lumps in the almost liquid mass. Back to CorelDrawing. It hasn’t crashed, but I’ve hit the wrong colour or function tab so often that it’s taken me longer than ever to create three find-the-difference graphics. It’s galling bothersome! What a fantastic set of small clouds Kodak Tim could take from the kitchen window. Contrails, blotches, and tiny puffs of cloud seemed alive as they were being blown about so easily. Great! I got the mug from the very effective tea-stain removal I use. Baking soda, bleach, a drop of washing-up liquid, and hot water are poured into the mug. It comes clean within a minute of soaking. It’s just a rare moment to get something right, you know. Hehe! I thought I’d have one of the Carer & nurses nibbles. I found this Snickers bar cooling in the fridge for the next one to call. Guiltily, I tried to eat it with my mug of tea. The teeth bled, My lips bled, and I promised never to eat chocolates from the fridge again! Took these two cloud shots as the sun came down. Then, I sorted out the fodder. I put the vegetable pie in the oven and prepped the instant potatoes to be made after it was cooked. I’m in an Egon Ronay mood, or maybe it is a Gordon Ramsey one? This might turn out a good one again… Mmm! It is close to the time for the last Carer call. The last one said the belated prescriptions ought to be arriving soon. He told me that two medications were run out. I leave it to them nowadays. I got it served up, and it was delightful. It’s been a good meal for two nights on the trot now. It was a hell of a job to wash up afterwards. The bowl with the cheese and potato in it was a battle to get cleaned. Well, the cutlery was as well. But I enjoyed it so much. Also, the Carer was a little later than usual, so I ate it in undisturbed peace. I got down to watch the 21:00-hour Lethal Weapon 2. When the adverts came on, I nodded off, waking several times and missing a few minutes of the action. The last time I woke up was to see the screen credits rolling. Humph! No Care called. So, I’ll have to have a stand-up wash and shave in the morning. I cannot get the diabetic socks on or off without help.
I hope the catheter equipment arrives soon. The day pouch should have been removed and replaced on Thursday, I think it was. But we agreed not to bother, as the District Nurse was coming to change the whole she-bob on Friday. But they couldn’t find any of the Catheter set-ups to put on. Said she’d return the next day with a kit from the base. But she didn’t. Then I got an email from Vyne saying they had received my order and requested a prescription from my doctor, who would let me know when it was dispatched. So it may be well into the week before it does arrive. I hope the medications arrive soon. I’ve no idea which ones I’m currently missing. Not that any blame is attached. Some staff are on holiday, others are off poorly, and replacements are not offah with the system or needs. It reminds me of my time as Security Controller. Late arrivals, clients calling, alarms to be responded to, Patrol Officer instead of three, Police messages, Clients ringing in, and no staff left to call and beg to come in on their day off. I know the feeling!
I have blogging duties. I needed some cartoons, and I spent three hours trimming them up and getting them ready to use on CorelDraw, which, dare I say this? CorelDraw did not crash all day long! There, now we’ll see if it continues… Dang. Dang, Sang, Dang!
A change in the meal stakes today. I put a can of vegetable soup in the pan and added fresh onions, peppers, mushrooms, and peas. A packet of basil passata, and some Turkish beef, chopped up by my fair hands and mixed into the mix. Later, I added a drop of tasty Polish Krakus beetroot Borscht and Winiary seasonings. I left it on a low light to marinate all the way through, then returned to the computer work. Made a start on the blog at last.
The sun was taking its time getting through.
What a change to an hour earlier that was!
I was struggling with my concentration for hours and hours of making errors on the flog making.
This was a great cloud formation not to miss. Can you see the faces in it?
I baked some potatoes and added them to the saucepan. What a feast. Lipsmackingly Gorgeous!
Carers, as I recall, or don’t. Christopher, Joanne and Victor.
I was pleased to see the plane’s contrails showed up so well in this Kodak Tim snap of the sun on its way down. I loved the E or Pound sign, Little Clouds. Can you see the chess rook just above the sun? The flying fish to the left of the £ sign? I am well pleased with this photo. Oh, I’ve just spotted a spider on it, too! I so love photos that are Pareidolianiable!
Well, something of a miracle happened overnight. Yes! Although it was broken into pieces, I reckon got at least seven hours of sleep! Not been known for many a month. Are things getting better for me? What a stupid question! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Due to the calamity, I had no time to create Local News Snippets. Sorry. It’s Saturday morning, so I’m well behind with the blog overall. After the hospital, I waited patiently for the District Nurse, who said she would return with the catheter implements, check things, remove the old one, and put a new one into Little Inchie. Unfortunately, she did not arrive.
So, now I don’t know whether to ask the Carer to change the day pouch, which should have been done on Thursday or not.
I suppose there is a chance that the nurse will call on a Saturday. But I could do without it, with so much blogging to catch up with. Here goes… – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Dark.
Waste bags.
Morning view.
Zoomed horizon.
Whoopsie!
Templates had to be made. Took me hours and hours! Hoping the nurse would call.
Ready-made smoked haddock meal tonight. Looking forward to this; back to the template work while it is cooked.
Sadly, I didn’t enjoy this. Humph!
Back to the templating. Carer Chris arrives. He said he had known District Nurses to attend at night sometimes; he’d seen them. I’d been watching ‘Heartbeat’ while doing the templates, and I am concerned that I may not have heard the door chime if they had called. Then, I remembered they did not press the chime; they just came straight in if the door was not locked, which wasn’t the case. The catheter is beginning to sting a bit now… at the tube’s entry point. Say no more!
I was tired, so tired. But I tried to stay awake longer just in case the nurse came after all. She didn’t! I can’t imagine them coming on the weekend for a routine job?
So, just a chance of a nurse calling, I’m not thinking of any cavorting! Just the Catheterisationing, Although the pain can be crucifying,
Less chance of any coagulating,
It will have me celebrating,
I’m not moaning but clowning…
Back to grinding computerisationing,
Then do some self-cognoscing! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
The vagueness of mind was creeping in. I think I had med socks, etc. Domestic. , the last two were done by . Carer Favour took a photo of the head wound for me. And I thought it was pimple-sized. I was wrong. Moments of rare clarity, others fuzzy, and some forgotten about altogether until mentioned tomorrow by a Carer. I recalled taking these.
No rain, though.
Late afternoon.
Late meal.
There is not much detail and not many pictures. At least I got the first bits done before the meandering mind meant the loss of so many memories, and I could not find the reminder notepad? Hearing aids or reading glasses this morning when I started to do this belated update.
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05:15hrs: I stumbled out of the bed, which I couldn’t recall getting into, and was on the bottom of the fall bar. I laughed it off.
I wobbled off to the Porcelain Throne. It was an odd evacuation. As were the following five other visits throughout the day. I’ll not mention them again. I released and emptied the , and the Memory-Blanks started. They didn’t stop. I think came first. This is when I began to lose what I was talking about.
I made the three waste bin bags into one large one and placed it near the front door. (Well, I don’t have a back door, Hehehe!) The Porcelain Throne visit #2 was made. It was in the same mode as the earlier one. I had a wash and got the medicationalisational needs tended to. The ankles and legs looked even better this morning. I wish I could say the same for Chloe and Carole Cartilages. The swelling behind was a little delicate when I lifted the leg or genuflected that knee. Which, of course, had to be done when getting the mature, expensive nappies on. I mean, Protection Pants on. Haha! The food order arrived. I got the nosh stored away in various places. No shortage of feed now. Cornish Pastie, Lamb & Beef patties. Turkish beef, potato rostis, potato hash browns, Vegetarian sausages, Surimi chunks, whole milk, spring water, medical plasters (I shan’t be eating these!), cans for treats, and a few pots of baking powder. Oh, and pork pies. Carer Shaquille returned as I got on the computer. It was better late than never.
Looking a little bleak out there. The blotches were back again today on Kodak Tim. Tsk! As the afternoon went on, the Mind-Blanks increased. I struggled with blogging all afternoon. Lost words, misspellings and grammar errors. (Picked up by Grammarly). I took a few breaks and shots of the view from the kitchenette window through the afternoon. We had none of the forecasted storms. There were just a few spots of rain when it threatened to storm, though. But it didn’t last very long, just for a couple of minutes. After the teatime Carer Christopher call, I concentrated on preparing and presenting the meal. Hask browns are mini pork pies halved and blotched with tomato ketchup. There are some very lovely small vines of UK tomatoes. A large pot of orange jelly will follow!
I was still looking. Haha!
I Kodak Tim’d a final horizon shot of the ribbon of unique colours on view from the kitchen. Can you see the bird, fish or lake in this picture?
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I attached the nocturnal bag to the day pouch, did the safety checks, and climbed into the much-awaited bed.
Between the occasional waking up from my , they were copable with, I just drifted back into the land of nod each time. As I woke, I could sense the itching from my covered forehead. I could also see the flakes of skin all over the quilt. Tsk! I rose and nearly tripped over the clothes I’d left on the floor in my fatigue.
I then had to move the mass of skin from the bedding. I did all this while the nocturnal pouch on the long tube was being pulled about. I checked to see if anything was leaking. And what did I discover? The flipping night bag had nothing in it! Come think of it. I did wake up with the innards rumbling. I went into a Sherlock Holmesian mode and had a look. Had a tube come off, was one blocked, had blood from the fungal lesion blocked it? No. I’d not opened the tap! So, off to the wet room to the Porcelain Throne to check things out properly. Great Balls of Fire! A comeback from being in total control. Despite my best efforts, everything seemed rock hard and would and could not be encouraged to move. Still, I had a go at a new crossword in the book. Not that I did well, because I didn’t. Spit!
I cleaned up, returned to the computer, and started updating yesterday’s blog, finishing it off. I got it done.
I started getting calls for parts of the day, up until around 1600 hrs, when Carer Chris arrived. The early callers were Carers Favour and Sam, I think.
Tee sun broke through the clouds, and very pretty they looked, too. Despite the blotches, I tried again to get one that would be blotch-free.
But the kettle started boiling, and this was my first brew of the day. I’m only allowed two mugs, so I concentrated on mashing the Glengettie. Then just stood there, watching the clouds, for ages, almost talking to them. Then I got Kodak Tim and tried again for a snap. They looked a little darker this time. I took advantage of the lighting, thinking I may get a decent crisp photo of the housing on the street opposite. That’s the one with the suspected drug growers on it. It came out alright, but of course, the usual blotches were there. I try to ignore them now. Hehehe!
Here are the revelations of the differences quiz.
I blogged for a while, but the mind-blanks steadied up the progress and annoyed me. I’m waiting for an appointment at the hospital again for someone to check things out. I think it is a neuro-something or other doctor. The sun suddenly took a dive for some reason.
I got Kodak and captured it.
Minutes later, the sun came out again? But I didn’t catch it as I had to try again to pass on the . No chance. How can it change so often and quickly? Beats me! Then again, lots of things do that… like crosswords, hopes, arithmetic, women, Putin, and Peripheral Neuropathy. Then there’s Cataract Katie and Glaucoma Gladys, Cartilages Chloe & Carol, and so many other things, such as life and humankind. Do I sound depressed? Hehehe!
I made up a sachet of relief drink soda and took a Senna tablet. I’m determined to get some action going from the rear end! I also decided to have some of the vegetarian sausages with tonight’s meal. That should encourage things to soften and get moving again. We’ll see! Fingers crossed.
I took this shot with Kodak Tim through the balcony windows. The blotches were covered a little by the colour of the clouds, so it looked fine. It took a while to cook the meal. I saved everything, and as I got ready to close down the computer, I decided to have a mandarin in an orange jelly pot! I kept snapping away at the unique cloud formations that blended with the death throws of the sunshine. My Pareidoliaising on these two snaps went on and on. Animal’s mouths, so many faces, feet, swordfish, islands in the sea, and blotches that I just could not see! A ribbon of white on the horizon in this one on the left. But also, the blotches can be seen easily. Shame! I still liked this one.
There are veggie sausages, tomatoes, and potatoes. I would have some sugar snap peas to encourage the rear-end activities, but I left them on the stove. Say no more! I washed the pots, and before climbing into the bed (it’s a high one), I spotted and took my last snap of the day through the balcony windows.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Due to unforeseen circumstances, from the injuries I received from Friday’s tumble, I now await the arrival of the ambulance. But fear not; I am certain I’ll be back later and can do a bit more on this blog before posting it tomorrow. I can do a bit now cause the ambulances I had to summon on the last two occasions took over 4 hours and the other over 2.5 hours to not arrive, and I cancelled them. So, it may not make it this time. We’re struggling here with the NHS suffering so many shortages. I played things down a bit when the Carer called them, but now, of course, I’ve got to get prepared, dressed my socks and shoes on. When a Carer calls, They can help me with the tasks at hand and assist me in getting the trousers and Protective pants on. I’ll be okay. Then, ready things, just in case they do come. Life is getting terribly complicated. Hehehe! Catch up later.
After writing the above, joy of joys, the bleeding stopped again! Yee-Ha! I cancelled the ambulance. But I am not feeling up to much with all the blood loss, so I will not be able to do much more on here. I’ll do what I can before I flake out. Har-Har! I said complicated about life; there must be a more apt word to have used? Erm…
Not so dark.
First window photo.
And then I started to have a wash… Phoaw!
Bin bags into one. And guess where I had to go to?
Tsk!
Started the computer and got today’s ode done. Will this headache ever stop? I’ve not had one for years, and now I can’t get rid of this one. Codeines tried again.
The forecasted storm did not appear.
Beautiful sky and clouds. But, the blotches seem more numerous and larger?
Took this close-up of my beloved and much-missed walking through tree copse. It hid the blotches.
This was when the first, the big one, arrived. I was in the kitchen making a brew of Glengettie when I realized and came out of it. Many memories. I could recall two Caregivers visiting, and I knew that I’d visited the Porcelain Throne twice more and that Trotsky Terence was in charge… but little else. No further work has been done on the blog. And the headache persisted, although maybe not so violent now. But hours had passed. I felt so tired, I got the drink and ate some Frazzles, put the computer into sleep mode, and had a devil of a job to get the grubstakers, speculators, plutocrats, securities-brokers, stinking-rich, plutocratic, multi-crore, plutocratically, con-artists. Artful deception, flimflam, hokum, legerdemain, clandestine
amphibological Liberty-Global owned Virgin Media’s pathetic TV box to work. Then fell asleep. For hours! When I woke, a Carer was coming into the flat. She gave me some painkillers, and she put a new plaster on my teeny weeny head wound. I’d taken off the plaster earlier, and it bled a bit. But, I doused some Brut aftershave on a rag and pressed on it for a few minutes; that soon stopped it.
I didn’t, but that’s not new. I got one.
Fancy that!
Seeing this photo on the SD card was a bit of a memory teaser. It took me a while to recall making and eating it. I found the chips in a bin bag near the computer; this triggered the grey cells, and I remembered they went cold as a Caregiver called as I started eating them. I wasn’t doing well at this moment. Yet within minutes, I was much more with it, and things stayed that way for the rest of the night. Went on the WP comments. And enjoyed that. Another two bags were made up.
Back on the computer. Over the next three hours or so, I took these night shots.
I’m so tired and confused. WordPress putting the wrong photos, not the current ones, on the reader did not help. I had to keep renaming them and deleting the previous ones. I don’t seem to have any luck lately.
