Got the blog done up to here, then after a few hours got the Friday blog caught up with and posted –that was when the most annoyingly regular routines began. They are still with me now, eight hours later.
I’ll be brief, miss a lot off, cause I’ve got to get sat down for sleep early, cause I can sense now, it’s going to be a battle with Sweet Morpheus and the pains. Concentration was shot. Sorry.
and
Feeling Poor;y Period for many hours.
Carers called as per usual.
Only around four times!
Early meal – Very Nice.
More leg dancing from . had to rest again.
Left leg fatter, Peripheral Pete’s right leg felt properly weary from the jerking & dancing. If that’s the right word.
Suddenly went all overcast, the sun battling through. Had to take this shot above.
But when closing the window after shooting it, a leg dance started, and I banged my foot on the radiator and started the darned split papules oozed liquid. . Right ankle.
. Late burst of sunshine, flooding into the kitchen.
Today held such promise as well. On waking, my EQ informed me that it was going to be a mixed day – Whatever that means? No question, deep anticipation, tergiversation, and an irritating doubtfulness of today’s upcoming events, were rumbling about in my head this morning. Despite a positive belief that the WC water tank and tap will get repaired. It’s just the other unknown new bafflements, problems and concerns that always arise. Every single day, although not so bad at the weekends as a rule. But this is a Friday – famously known for having to make appointments and get lifts, with no help available until Monday. Anyway…
At 06:20hrs, I rose from the depths of my c1964, £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, renowned for its encouraging somnipathy, rickety recliner. To see the The night pouch had a little more content, but according to Carer Chris, rated on the NHS card as being on level 6. Not good! However, having three tumbles in three days and giving the bladder and other areas a bit of bashing is not surprising. I hastily removed the night pouch, put it to one side, then raised my gruesomely overweight body from the chair and made for the wet room. To do a stand-up wash… but first, there came an urgent, very urgent feeling to use the . And what a session that was! had given in the battle for supremacy, and was in full control. I swear the water in the bowl bubbled for two minutes after receiving the three massive torpedoes in short order! This may need more than two buckets of water fetching to refill the non-working water tank… and it did need extra. The first flush and one torpedo stubbornly refused to dive. I used two buckets at hand for refilling the bowl, before it disappeared, but streaks remained on the porcelain I had to clean up. Then fetched more water for the next visit. Then realised the plumber was coming today, so may not need them with any luck for the next sitting. Hehe! Next, I started the . Tackling the shaving first was the most challenging, to avoid all the cuts from yesterday, and avoiding any more. Well, that went okay! Just one tiny nick. My spirits rose! Washed my feet in a bowl while having a body wash. That was not so good. I caught the tube on , which made me jump, and pulled it again!had lowered my spirits a smidge! Getting the protective pants on afterwards, and lowered them some more! However, I did get the pants on without catching the valve tab or tearing the pants at all. Medications now, other than the. Germoloid applications to the rear end. I think that the falls had caused the excessive bleeding from . No need for the corticosteroid cream today. No bleeding from the Inchies fungal lesion. Which was amazing, considering I’d just pulled at the tubing stuck in him! Spirits crept back up an iota! Getting dressed only involved putting on the thin dressing gown for the moment.
Getting the slippers on in the other room, was nothing short of farcical. The now thin right leg went in pretty easily. But the bloated left leg and foot were a different story. It must have taken me eight or nine to get the foot in without hurting it. Funny really! The white toe ends seemed more prominent?
Checked around to see if I’d left nothing on or running, and off to the kitchenette, to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie. Took this snap of the morning view.
Carer Chris arrived, as I just noticed I’d left the urine night bag on the trolley, and was emptying it. It seemed to be a two-tone colour now? Hehehe!
Chris got the first eye drops in and had a look over my body as he applied the Phorpain Gel to my area. He did a good job with it too. Dished out the medications and did the second eyedrops. Then told me of the 6 bruises around my body, presumably from the falls. He then took a photo of all of them.
Starting with the head… The arm, I think, might have been during Deana’s visit fall. Not sure where this one was from… The back, I think This one w
as Pareidoliaiable. I see a mouth and chin? Must be the back near the top of the PPs? Chris moved down to the left leg… Then right leg
I do try to avoid these tumbles, but as the
The doctor said years ago, when I was diagnosed
with There is
nothing we can do for dying Neurotransmitters. I believe the base cause of the falls is PN. The Water Geysers and ulcers, something else. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
We had a laugh about things, and off he shot on his rounds. I go the computer on to update the Thursday bog. As you see here, I didn’t get far! I was working on CorelDraw to start the Health check graphic, and the intercom flashed. It was the Nottingham City Homes maintenance plumber, I let him in and a minute later, he was coming in and came to me at the computer. I took the chance to remind him of the tap not running as well as the tank not filling. He already knew, so Deana must have told them when she phoned for me, bless her. He got on with the job for half an hour or so and then came to me. It was a bad photo, but I took it after he had to empty everything from the airing cupboard to access the tanks. Loved the way he used the raised toilet seat from the wet room to get up high enough. Hehe! Nice chap. He showed me a broken part when the inside had come free. He’s called his base, and someone was coming out with a new spare part. He was going down to wait in his van for their arrival. I insisted he takes a can of pop of his choice to drink while he was waiting.
Virgin Media had come back on again. So I pressed on regardless with the Thursday blog updating. Many mistakes, some I’m bound to have missed in my haste as the afternoon approached already.
The young man returned with the part and got on with fitting it for me. I took a peep at the pile of things from the airing cupboard, clothes, soaps, covers, towels etc. And found some lavender soap that I bought for Sister Jane years and years ago, I thought I’d lost it. Hehehe! The man came to say, I’d got water from the tap and into the tank. But I must be aware that it will never be strong either. And why, but I can’t remember that bit. He showed me in the wet room what he meant. If it stays like that, I’ll be happy enough. Thanked him, and off he went. I rang Deana to tell and thank her, but it was on the answerphone, I think.
Strewth, the days have gone quickly again!Back to blogging. Well, that was the plan. It came back on a few minutes later. At last, I got it finished? – But No!
Carer Sam arrived with a new young girl to do the meds and eyes for me. I had them laughing with my tales of woe. Haha! Finger in the corner of the closed eye for three minutes. Back on the computer blogging. For five minutes.
I used the time to check on the hot water supply – it was cold! Did I mention how lucky a person I am yet?
Carer Kara rushed in. Bless her cotton socks! She rang the TSB bank, and eventually, after a right performance again, logging in, Kara got to talk to a human, someone from the West Bridgford branch, the only one left in Nottingham. Not only did she make an appointment for me, but will come with me as the bank had asked her to (I hope). She ordered a taxi for the day, too. She had to rush off but made sure I’d got the appointment correct in the Google calendar first. Now I do feel like a lucky person! To have help like this is Grrreat!.
Finally, I got the blog done and posted to WordPress. Phew, what a struggle that all was! A lot of photos to go on today (As you can see), but I got them uploaded and doctored quick enough. Then realised I’d missed putting this photograph from earlier on. Can’t have been any rain today, judging by the reduced size of the mudslide? Oddly, the legs have stayed the same today, left lofty, right reduced in size.Ah, I wonder if this has anything to do with the left overfluided leg, suddenly losing all sensations of touch? Carer Chris made his last call of the day. He’s got four days of now, I think… or did he say three… or two… He got the eye drops in and then issued the medications. Rubbed some Phorpain Gel into (Nice!) Then, it was time for the drops in. I asked him not to put the night bag on yet, and I’ve not made a meal. Assuring him I’ll be able to remember to put it on. (Cough, cough!)
Going to get something to eat now.Hopefully, I’ll be back in the morning, to catch up.
It’s getting late, and the legs weaker, the eyes worse, and the weariness creeping in.
I caught the last moments of the sunset. Took a wide shot and then a close-up one. Not my best of efforts, but being late, I had been got at by a vicious.
A really tasty meal tonight. As I said yesterday, the taste buds are returning online. I’m glad to say. I’ve had some terrible-tasting meals of late. Flavour-Rating: 9.2/10. Put the pots in soak. It is definitely safer regarding the left leg crumpling risk, using two walking sticks… but to carry anything at the same time is impossible – and you can almost guarantee that the going dead – neurotransmission failure will come just when I am carrying something.
ignored my over-tiredness and plea for sleep for ages. Then I realised I’d not put the night bag on yet! So, I did!
Back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously, grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner
Nodded straight off, and into a dream about the Skegness beach. I’d lost someone or thing, & was panicking, frantically searching the sands, and asking everyone if they had seen what or whoever it was, but the short dream terminated abruptly, when I woke with a jump, thinking I heard an ice cream van chimes similar to my door chime.
I felt the need to check, even if it had sounded, by the time I fumbled out of the recliner, got the sticks and my balance, the call would have ended. Still, I hobbled on to check for any missed calls; there were none. I wonder if in the dream… ice cream…?
I turned to go back, and the night view through the window made me get the Kodak to take a shot or two of the amazingly blue nightshade. A close-up shot revealed that the sun was just seeable.
So the so-called dream must have been a short one. That is, if I had one at all? Looking closely at the second picture, I wondered what the squiggly lines are on the left? Likely some additions.
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!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A testing morning. I stirred around 06:30hrs, and for some reason, I was in an immediate grumpy-with-myself mode. The legs had gone down, but the thinner right leg was even skinnier. The ulcer on the right leg was leaking fluid and occasionally a little drop of blood. I got the night pouch freed from the day bag.
Grabbed my and proceeded to hobble in the direction of the kitchen, to empty, clean and pack the pouch away – a temporary diversion; I gave myself a good on the Ottoman en route. I laughed it off heartily, of course. Got the pouch sorted, and made up a waste bag. Apparently, accidentally taking this photo? from the door. It was the Asda delivery arriving. Who took the food through to the kitchen for me; I thanked him profusely. Got the crackers and sour cream delivered, to have a try at the ‘Caviar’ later. Well, imitation caviar!) Plenty of soda water to satisfy the needs of and the irritating . Anti-Diarrhoea tablets, etc., but the swine of a company had not got any pod peas. Grrr! The new tear & share bread sticks were found to be in need of cooking in the oven. Huh!
Cara Kara called. Got eye drops in/, issued the medications, and five minutes later, the drops. The Gaviscon, which replaced the Peptac, has the worse of flavourings that I grossly dislike. Aniseed! Bad as my taste buds are at the moment, it still tasted horrible. Hehe!
I pressed on with updating the Sunday blog; not a lot to add, so I got it done quickly. And sent it off to WordPress. I knew something was wrong: Liberty-Global Virgin Media has not gone down yet? Give it time, though!
I limped to the kitchenette, almost bouncingly as my feet were filling up and swelling again. The Zoflora left the surfaces smelling sweet.
Took this grim-looking picture.
Carer Sam called. I told her about my problems and struggles with getting dressed, socks, shoes, pants, and trousers. Ablutionalisationings too. I am feeling a bit sorry for myself again – must shake it off!
Hours later, a mug of tea. Even that had a distorted taste. Then I went to wash the mug and heard a sort of howling noise. It seemed to be coming from outside.
I went onto the balcony for a nosey round, and I adopted my Sherlock Holmes Mode! to no avail, though. Nothing looked or appeared to be out of order down there. A closer look…
The rain had stopped, but signs that it must have been heavy while it lasted were obvious.
The mudslide from Woodthorpe Grange Park seemed bigger than yesterday’s was. I wondered if someone got out of their vehicle and into the mud puddle, and that made them howl with frustration? Hehehe! Ah, well, time to try and eat something now. TTFN
I woke up around 06:00hrs. And immediately went into a deep “Testing-Testing… what can get done today,’ mode! A discussion with Alto-Inchie ensued. Something like this, I think, it was a short one… :What can I do about finding out about the eye drops?
: Wot, yer on abarght now? Regarding the new drops, I felt sure the nurse said to take the old ones for two weeks, then take new ones… they got them delivered post-haste, but the instruction says nowt other than take them for two weeks… no, months! The Carer said they are to be taken at the same times as the old ones, on the same day… Clear as mud to me! So? Well, I can’t find out which to do… Yer? If I take them and shouldn’t be taking the Othma, they might have to be taken last before the next operation. Hmm! I’d better try the District Nurses’ place; they might know. I can’t get through to the EENT at the hospital. Well, go on then! Wots stopping yer? Well, it’s too early to get through, yet. I tried yesterday and could not hear a word the lady was saying; so I’ll have to beg the Carer to ring them for me. Sod-all yer can do then, Inchie. Gawd, yer is pathetic! I don’t deny it! I’ll come back when yer not in Whimp-Mode! TTFN.
I escaped the clutches of the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not mechanically working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner… to remove the night pouch, with difficulty and a degree of confusion and concern; from the contraption. The flow had stopped flowing, and the day bag was a much deeper colour than the night bag. I was backing up, and not allowing me to pee involuntarily. As would be expected, but still a surprise to me. Emptied the night ppouch then the day bag, and what a difference in colour! Carer Chris later identified the two mixed together as a level four on the NHS chart. I think the tubing must have gotten trapped or twisted in the night. It looked okay this morning, and after a bit of jiggling and tube-squeezing, it flowed all right.
Took a snap of my ankles, but it turned out to be a terrible photographic effort. I swapped the night sunglasses for the 8-year-old day, cracked lens ones.
Off to the wet room, to urgently utilise the . Then get the full works done of the session tackled. With the aim of beating last week’s record-breaking 1hr-35 minutes time!I was determined to… I just don’t understand why? I should have known what was going to happen with me trying to rush things. .
❶ The first bloody session was the shaving! I think a new record had been cut – eight small knicks, distributed around the chin, cheek, neck and earholes. ❷ Cut gums and teeth bleeding tooth cleaning. ❸ No idea how I managed it, cause I was using nothing sharp, the somehow the back was bleeding after I’d Phorpained it?
❹ Both legs and ankles had specks of blood. But more amazing to me was the were all spouting water out?
❺ During the towelling on, I caught the tubing on , and this left Little Inchies .
However… carrying the water from the kitchen to the waited for 3 months for repair broken not filling itself WC Water Tank, went staggeringly well! But her pain-giving mode must have been set on delayed-action-mode, cause she was giving my agony later in the day.
To really depress me, the session took me 2hrs-10mins by the time I came out of the wet room. Sorry that I looked at the clock now!
Carer Chris arrived, too early for me to ask him to ring the District Nurse HQ to ask for advice on the ear-drop situation. He issued the Maxitrol drops and the morning medications, saying he’d try later on his next call, Bless him. He took the waste bags with him when I remembered to ask him for once, I wish I’d not remembered to ask now.
Another hard job, getting the slippers back on. Took another picture. In doing so, I spotted that the flexible tube that holds the connector to the night bag, was not there? I imagine it must have been in the waste bag now, that Chris had taken with him. So, it will be either a new day bag that will need fitting, or knicking a flexible tube from a new bag; and putting that on this bag.
I finally made a start on the completion of the Thursday blog. But not for long. About ten minutes later, the Oligarchs Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down. Most aggravating! It came back on of its own accord in toughly eight minutes. Stayed on for twenty minutes, and off again! I diverted to creating some things in CorelDraw. Half an hour, the smoke & mirrors money manipulator, Liberty-Global, came back online.
Carer Chris returned. Tablets, Phorpained the back for me, and Peptac was given. The lad then rang the District Nurse to ask about the eye-drop staking dates. He was told we have to ring the doctor, which he did for me. Who told him that the Ophtha drops were only for pain relief when and as needed. Oh yes, thought I?
The lad left, and me asking him if he can try to call the EENT department at the QMC, who gave me the eardrops last visit. Chris said he would try, but maybe they would have closed by then. We can only try again!
Legerdemain, illusionist, and Hocus-Pocus experts who own Virgin Media, Liberty-Global, struck again with another failure of their pretend service going down yet again. This time I had to lose work again. Everything off, including the ensorcellment-ensuring Virgin Media box, and reset it. Eventually, it came back on. Well done, Mr £26 million salaried Liberty-Globals Fries. Jealous? Me? No! .
Will I ever have another good, problem-free day? .
Well, well, as Victor Meldrew on the TV said: “I Don’t Believe it!“ But, of course, I do believe it. The regularity of the illusionist’s failure at Liberty Global; their failure…and I believe intended failure to correct any problems, and cunningly now inviting me via email, to move to another supplier… I kid you not. Here is it:
Hence confirming my prediction of last week! Other suppliers? They have shares in or own at least 12 other internet companies in Europe and the UK. This is the ulterior motive proved! If we give as lousy service as we can, treat the idiot customers like shit. Overcharge them, ensure there are multiple signal losses every single day, and confuse the hell out of them with our double-talk, financial-escamotage, illusionism and not give a toss… What comes next, Oligarchs?
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Carer Chris called again. And he called the EENT as I requested him to – Gobsmacking, he got through to a human voice within a minute! I could not hear, of course: but he said that after the call; (So much for the Doctor)
UPDATED INSTRUCTIONS FOR EYE DROPS PROCEDURE
The two-month issue of the two eyedrops was to be taken together with a minimum time between as indicated. The old Maxitrol is to continue with four applications a day for two months. As before, over the same period… The new Ophtha will be three times a day for two months. The Ophtha is not to be taken until 5 minutes after using the Maxitrol. Also, after application, the patient is to gently use his index finger, to gently massage the eye from the corner nearest the nose for a minimum of three minutes. With both drops, you should wipe away any spillages from the eye that goes onto the skin.
Well, we did ask for the instructions! And we got them. Haha!
I’m getting fed up with this crap! , UTTER CRAP. but they know it!
The late Carer was DM. A lovely gal. Got a grasp of the new procedure eventually. It’s so complicated. No Ophtha on the last call. We spent a while working out the procedure needed. I explained about the day bag not getting much urine, and my stomach was even bigger than usual. Thus, I forgot to ask for the night bag to be attached. Then again, if no urine is getting through?
Got some food made because Liberty Global have done in my resistance to their dirty deeds! I’ll get some food and catch up here in the morning! (00:10hrs)
MORNING HAS BROKEN LAST NIGHT’S SKY PHOTOGRAPHS. Faces, animals in the clouds. Bootiful!
NOSH-TIME
The most looked forward to meal of the year. Flavour-Rating: 6.5/10. Not as good as I had hoped, but still!
Night Pouch Attaching: I faffed about and got the night bag onto ; the urine began to flow, but very slowly indeed. Then even though I was guzzling the soda water, it stopped suddenly. I was pleased in the morning that more had got through, but the tube and day bag was chocker-blockers with urine waiting for transit? Haha!
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£958 has gone from my bank account. Despite Kara, and Carolynne, trying to get me back onto the online account and arrange paper statements, things remain the same. Chris went with me bank meeting and did most of the talking for me, but still no progress.
Then the eye drop medications arrived, but I don’t know if they should both go in on the same day for 8 weeks or one of 4, then the other for 4 weeks? I tried to contact the Surgery, but it was multiple choice options, and I never got through to a human. This morning’s carer said she’d try to help, but it will take time. I am a little nervous about what to do about this. If anyone has the time, I’ll ask if they can call the EENT for me, so I can relax the tension I’m feeling about it, Puddled seems a suitable word to use.
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I got a good three hours sleep in. Waking without any jumps or jerks around 07:00hrs. Took off the night pouch, and needed the Porcelain Throne almost straight away. So, off to the wet room. Not so messy this morning; also, Back-Pain Brenda didn’t play up so much as I hauled the water to the waited 3-months-for NCH maintenance crew to get the water tank filling and the cold water tap to run again, for me. I thought I take snaps of the ankle and feet. Although the first one on the right here was interfered with because they were in a bit of a mess again this morning. Shaking Shaun and Shuddering Shoulder Shirley were competing for the title of worst current ailment. Hehehe! Took another one. They didn’t look too bad in the photograph; it could be my eyes were playing me up. They are definitely worse than last week. Tried to get a close-up when I got back in the main room. They still looked calmer on the picture and screen than direct from my eyes. I also noticed how cold the bottom of the feet was… they’ll be a reason for this, mark my words. No idea what!
Got the waste bags sorted, and a new one started in the kitchenette. I got onto the computer to get the snaps uploaded and doctored if needed. Then made a start on finishing the Wednesday blog off. As I began, chimed out, and Carer Richard came in. Had a bit of a mind-blank here. I remember greeting him, vaguely talking about the new eye drops, and saying cheerio to the lad, but in between was and is a mystery. Getting a lot of these lately. Why, I ask? No answer, of course, nobody else here. Well, fancy that, and pickled walnuts for supper… WHAT A SURPRISE! ? The right eye was beginning to itch a lot, as it did yesterday, but there were the odd few minutes when it stopped, but it always started again. The wee-weeing from the catheter was not very strong, so I upped drinking the soda water to encourage it a bit.
I went for the daily mug of tea while waiting for the oligarchical $26 million a year salaried Mike Fries company of number-crunchers to try to get the signal back on their pathetically run company they spent billions of $’s buying, only to destroy its reputation… there has to be some ulterior motive in this, which I don’t know. But rest assured, it will be financially advantageous, if dubious.
Carer Kara arrived. She was in a hurry but gave me a minute to explain about the worry over the eye drops, bless her. Said she’d try to get something sorted, but it takes a long time; thank you, Kara. ♥
, I got a text message from the bank. There has been over £900 taken to pay for something. This worries me a lot. Was it the electricity bill?
Window cleaner Joe arrived next. Done in no time, gave him my last tenner.
And then, as I was hobbling to get another bottle of water…! As ! I crawled back into the other room to use the c1966. 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 as leverage to get back up on my feet again… , I had a good against the swivel chair’s legs. After a few mild curses were uttered… well, not mild really; I misjudged the distance the bottle of water was away from me, down it went. watering my beet and the carpet! Expletives ensued, many of them. The feet had taken a battering with the stubbing and struggling back up. Now unintentionally doused with soda water. One hell of a job to get them cleaned and dried off.I checked on the water papules on both legs; all were dry this time, with not a leak in sight. The intercom rang; it was the new medication drops arriving. The NHS man handed them to me, and as I was closing the door – I have a sense, feeling, that I don’t need to tell you this, and you have guessed? Yes… another ! I took an extra painkiller later. Now I am really confused! Got the medications out of the bag, and was puzzled and flummoxed to see two more droppers of the one I’d been using. I thought They said I was getting two new types. This brought into question; Did Did I mishear when they said two weeks of one, then two weeks of the other? Should I be putting them both in one eye for just two weeks, or a month? I mentioned my problems to the evening Carer, with hopes of getting some advice or help with the problems, that are important to me, futilely. I’m stone baffled.
The instructions, Kara saw that the dosages were now 4 times a day for the Maxitrol, and 3 times a day for a month for the Optha drops. (2×80 doses). I can’t see to read them, though; problem upon problem adding up all the time now. I fear my spirits are getting dampened. All of the difficulties not being tackled are adding up.
I have not got the resources, skills, or capabilities to solve anything nowadays. Depression is gathering momentum, and no one cares or can help. It’s enough to make one think of giving in. Not that anyone is interested any more… I’m getting less interested and frustrated too. And, there is always a problem, new problems every day. Not to mention I want to know why it is hot and humid today, but the soles, toes, and ends of my feet are so flipping cold! Hehehe! Got to try and see the funny side, or have you?
I made a graph to use for the drops, that is, if they are for the same eye and both need to be used. I’ll try to ring them again in the morning; if I can find the number.If I can hear what they say, and do not get it wrong or forget what they tell me. It would be unquestionably best if I could get someone to do it for me. I bet that Kara may have already rang them for me by tomorrow. Bless her cotton socks. Then I need help with bank issues, that have to be sorted. They have Kara as my legalised communicator, so no one else will be listened to. I mentioned this to Chris, who went with me to the bank the other Thursday, tonight, and he confirmed that is what the bank man had said.
Yes, them obliarchalistical money manipulators don’t help me find any peace, either, do they? They seem to me, to be a number-crunching, hoodwinking Artful-Dodger type, flimflam and hokum, legerdemain, prestidigitation, experts. Possibly world leaders in chicanery and doublespeak. Jealousy, of course!
Back in the morning… hopefully!
Took these shots while in the kitchen. To the left, and to the right.
These mystery snaps, I’ve no idea about. Can you help me?
The bottom of my feet are still really cold to the touch. But the inflammation is going down on the ankles.
Turning off now, going to make a meal. I fancy some spuds, garden peas and the last of the mini-vegan sausages. So, that’s what I’ll have. But I didn’t. I had a tin of Chunky Winter Vegetables, added the soy sausages, a dollop of beetroot Borscht, some garden peas, and some small potatoes. Oh, and a drop of liquid smoke. Got it prepped and cooked, served up, and as I was taking it into the other room…
Carer got the night pouch on, and, after a little Inchie moaning about the bank and eyedrops confusion, left me to the meal.
It was fantastic! Flavour Rating 802/10!
Sweet Morpheus was reluctant again. I couldn’t get to… oh, what’s the word? SLEEP, that’s it. Such a rarity nowadays!
Not the worst of days, by a long chalk, Although the stubbed made me squark, Stuttering Stephanie, it was hard to talk, I couldn’t get out for a walk… Food delivery, but no borscht! Had sausage late, vegan, not pork, Got nothing done, and a cold I caught… More groceries I very nearly bought… Carer Kara stopped me; she’s a good sort, As is Carer Richard, I have to report… He returned my laundry; nothing short!
05:25hrs: The awakening: As I waited for the brain to kick-start, I fumbled about painfully; bending does me no good nowadays, attempting to get the night pouch off of . It took a while. Then it was off to the . Why I can’t understand but the water tank, after the ultra-messy evacuation, did nothing when ~I pressed the handle. It was empty? So, I used the buckets of water I’d left handy, filled it, and flushed it. Then I had to fetch buckets of water to refill it, and then even more in readiness for the next visit. was not happy about this. I must remember to thank Nottingham City Homes maintenance for the 15 weeks of agony I’ve waited for it to be repaired and the physical agony I’ve gone through. Oh, and of course, oligarch Fries and Liberty-Global Virgin Media for the mental agony it serves up every single day with outages. I’m fed up with recording them, but I assure you today I’ve had 14 of them, albeit short ones, but enough for me to lose work that could not be saved and have to repeat them. No wonder it is now 23:55hrs, and I am only just starting on this blog. I’d like to ask them if they can help me… Haha!
I made the one mug of tea now allowed, and a text message came in. It was from Asda, and my delivery is on its way; We’ve had to make changes… one day; if I live long enough, and the country doesn’t go bankrupt, or a revolution takes place, I hope to get a delivery with nothing missing from Asda. Or Iceland, or Morrisons even.
I washed the containers and refilled them with biscuits and marshmallows. Then realised I’d let the tea go cold. Not that I could have got it, cause the food arrived. As I was about to put the things away, the Carer arrived; it was Kara. She listened to me telling her about the new eye drops and, got the medications served up, attached a new day pouch onto . Then put the eye drops in for me. She was in a rush but took the waste bag with her, bless her. Oh, she told me the Doctor had called her, and I am to continue taking the Finasteride tablets. She looks after me, & keeps me informed. ♥ But she still won’t adopt me as a grandfather. Hehehe! I got on with storing the foodstuffs away. The chocolate biscuits with Galaxy chocolate on them were on offer again; they had gone up to £2.25 but were on sale at £1.59. This is half my first week’s wages when I started work in 1806, Hehe! 1960 it was, I think. Opened a can of peas, and had to take the welt growths off of the small potatoes, and put them in the slow cooker.This was 13hrs ago, and they are still in there. It’s Busy here! Domestic Denise arrived and moved some stuff into boxes into the spare room. Moped the wetroom, and then had a go at the kitchenette I sneaked a photo of her moping the floor, but it didn’t come out well now the sunshine was blasting in through the window.
I dished the cold mug of tea and made another one. Very nice too. I don’t know how I’ve been so resilient in resisting drinking more… Ah, I might! It could be the bladder problem and having to drink three litres as a minimum of water every day. I had a few biscuits dunked and eaten. By the belated time that I got onto the computer for the blog, within an hour oligarch Herr Fries, Liberty-Global Virgin Media had been down four times! A record even for them. Mr Fries strikes again!
The urine began to flow proliferously. The fullest that this bag has ever been, and the best, healthiest-bladder rating too on the NHS grading card! Well pleased with this! The landline flashed and came to life. It was the EENT department from the Queens Medical Centre. The lady explained that the agreed decision taken yesterday to post the new eye drops to me had been cancelled. The Doctor thought the need to use them urgently, and they are sending them by NHS transport to the flat. That’s kind! They should be delivered tomorrow morning sometime. I thanked her, and as I stood to put the handset down, I gave myself the aforementioned . Getting down to stop the bleeding from the nail, three of my loveable ailments kicked off, , , and . Then when I started sneezing and wheezing, the darned ankle ulcers and legs started jetting water out! For a few moments, the right ankle ulcer was bleeding, but that turned to water. To say how much blood then, water escaped. They both stopped and dried up within a couple of minutes. What the heck was that for and about?
I did think the right ulcer was going to set off again half an hour later. I grabbed a tissue, and just this drop of liquid came out and no more? Such are the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemons, apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, worry and confuse me! problems, . also. Nicolas Neurotransmitters, , and are ever-present too. There are others, of course! etc.
Took this shot from the kitchenette window when the evening Carer called. Medications and eye drops were issued. Had a little chin-wag of sorts. I forgot to mention the night bag. Blow me, 10 minutes later Carer Richard arrived. He’s bought the laundry up for me as well. He offered to put the night pouch on, IK thanked him but said that I’d put it on. As I am likely to be on the computer until the early hours of the morning, computering catching up on the blog that keeps going down, and the meal had been waiting for hours and hours will need serving up. Cooking while carrying a bag of urine on a long tube can be dangerous, I’ll see to it. Then I got back on the ever-going down internet.
At long last I go around to get myself a meal at around 02:40hrs. . LIBERTY GLOBAL OLIGARCH’S NET HAS GONE DOWN AGAIN – GRUMPH! CAN NOT TURN ANYTHING OFF BECAUSE IT HASN’T BEEN SAVED YET. Grrr! I took this photo As I was getting the meal ready. Gone 02:49 hours now!
Nipped back to find that was back online, and caught up as far as the item above. Saved things, then turned it all off.
Then back to serve up the nosh. And very nice it was too! Flavour rating; 8.6/10.
Up at 04:35hrs. (I thought it was later) Removed the attached night bag with some effort, from . Empted and wrapped the night bag in another bag, and sealed it in the yellow box.
It looked nice and light in the first picture. I took a second to show the content level. It now looked darker?
Stripped off to go and to get the ABLUTIONS done. By the time I got inside the wet room, a sudden grumbling from the innards, forced a change of plans, and I lunged towards the much-needed swiftly . I half-expected a fully-controlled evacuation; it felt solid enough, though, and the current regulation two torpedoes almost shot out, creating a tsunami in the bowl. Six trips to fetch water to refill the not-working, unmended W.C. tank.
Five cuts shaving, all in the neck area. Let’s face it, that should be expected; this is the only area on the head where hairs grow still. apart from the ‘tash, and that is running out fast. Hehehe! Body wash completed. It is not so easy doing around , or the inserted tube in Little Inchie. Even in the bum cleaning session, I dropped the cloth twice, then got over-enthusiastic and got the external perishers of ! Tsk!
I struggled to get some cream on the right ankle ulcer. Looks like it is developing and ready to burst out again soon.
He’s not done this for many a month.
Oh, Sod-It! Just got the aftershave, and deodorants were used, medicated the various areas in need; and could hardly believe it, once again, the was needed! now in full control. Gooey, yet splattery. What a mess; it took me ages to get the porcelain and, yes… floor, and I cleaned up again!
Then, of course, the job of hauling water to refill the tank. Got it all sorted in the end.
Got the waste gag sorted and ready to go.
Got the computer on. Carer Kara arrived. Soon got me sorted out. Eye drops, medications, and bless her, she rubbed some into my back.
No sooner had she gone, than a worryingly third summoning to the was needed. was in full flow now. I’m concerned about going to the hospital in this state… don’t need any more in that department! I’ll put some toilet rolls in the trolley.
Made up some Soda water drinks, adding the raspberry flavoured juice in them.
Checked the kitchen. All safe.
Turned off the computer, and started to get the things ready before my last clean-up to set off for the lift.
Sister Jane rang me with news of an incident that has closed part of the City Centre, ST Anns and close to me, Magdala Road!
This is the latest from the BBC
What do we know so far?
Developments in Nottingham are moving fast – and we are working double time to get you the full picture.
Here’s a rundown of what we know so far:
A 31-year-old man has been arrested on suspicion of murder after three people died in Nottingham city centre last night
In a statement, the force said it was called to Ilkeston Road in the city at 04:00 BST, where two people were found dead
Officers were called to a second incident on Milton Street, where a van had attempted to run over three people, who are being treated for their injuries, condition unknown.
A man has also been found dead on Magdala Road
Prime Minister Rishi Sunak and Home Secretary Suella Braverman say they are being kept updated about developments
Chief Constable Kate Meynell says the three “horrific and tragic” incidents are believed to be linked
Several roads are closed, and public transport services have been suspended
Incident locations MAP The flats here are underneath the top red sign.
OF course, even if the culprits are caught and given life imprisonment; The murderous themselves, Parole Board animals will ensure they get freed to kill again in a few years! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Getting ready for the hospital trip was something of a daymare!
❶ Managed to get the trousers. (No socks attempted, no help). ❷ Getting the shoes on was the hardest part, and as gave up, to try again on the first one., the urine flowed from the Catheter! Arrgh! ❸ Had a hell-of-a-mess! Peed on my legs and feet, the trousers, the shoe, and it took so long to get cleaned up… ❹ Then, the trousers were thrown out, and I had to get another pair from the racking – time running out here… ❹ But the fresh pair were too wide, and then I had to get the belt threaded through the hoops. Had to take the trews down to enable access… all the time worrying about another catching of the valve and leak! ❺ Got them back on, and then the challenge of getting the shoes on started again… it was a painful battle, but no help was available; so I pressed on. It took me ages to get them on, and I could not get to straighten the tongue, so I had to wear feet crippling painful shoes all day.
Then a mad rush to get down to the lobby in time. I managed with three minutes to spare, then spent the next ten minutes sitting in the lobby, worrying if, in my haste, I might have left a tap running, or the stove on in the flat… Oh, dearie me!
The lift arrived, no signage on it, so I hoped it was them. It was! I got onto the bus, tied down in the seat, for a worrying trip, as the seat was narrow, and pressing against the one in front, threatening to burst or cause to leak from the valve of pouch!
ARRIVAL AT THE HOSPITAL EENT
The driver got us hastily to his next pick up neat Middleton Boulevard. Collected a lady, and on to the QMC... With him having the lady in the mini-bus, the driver could not escort me to the department needed, but I felt confident I remembered the way from the last visit. (I didn’t, how wrong can one be?) I got in through the doors, and… , and kicked off. Add that there must have been a somewhere during the next few minutes, because; The next thing I recall is being on another floor and simply lost! Someone came to me and asked if I was alright. Showed him or her the letter, and told me I wanted the ground floor. Took the lift down, and by the time I got there, my mind was clearing nicely. Found my way to the reception.
I tried to sneak a photograph of the large waiting room. Realising although I’d remembered to take the Kodak, I’d left the SD card in the computer at home. Grrr!
As the lady told me to take a seat, the Mind-Fog returned. I sat down, and within minutes a lady came to collect me. A stern young lady. Not forthcoming with any details but went through whatever procedure it was checking each eye. Opened the door, pointed to the seating, and said, ‘Wait there’, so I did.
I rearranged tackle to a more comfortable position, I was collected by another medic, and I walked into another waiting room, and took, as instructed, a seat to await being called into the next surgery. Then someone else came out and took me to a treatment room there. This lady did a few Eye Tests on the machine… And on another machine, then eye tests on both eyes. Both repeated using an.OCCLUDER What is the purpose of an eye occluder? I looked it up: A pinhole occluder (an opaque disc with one or more small holes) is used to determine whether the reduced vision is caused by refractive error, possibly Myopia. If this is the case, the pinhole will cause an improvement in visual acuity. It improved one of the eyes but not the other, I can’t recall which one, though. My guess is, it was either the left or mayhap the right one! Hehehe!
Back out and led to yet another waiting area. Shortly another lady came to me, to tell me that this was for the last checks, with the lady in charge. Dr Dahlia Said. Off into her office, and some checks made in both eyes with weird squiggly colours and lines flashing. She did not look too happy and silently consulted her computer. Then, gave me the results of all the tests collectively; I may have got things wrong, but this is how I remember it going.
The right eye: with the new cataract: Tiny crack underneath – further investigation needs surgery and an x-ray. It’s possible the cataract will need removing/lasering and a new one fitted; then, a new cornea will need to be put over the eye. Overnight job if done together.
I was given a prescription, to take to the Hospital’s Pharmacy for filling. These will be for two different eye drops: both just for the right eye. The first one will need putting in four times a day, for a month – important you do take them on time and miss none of this first course of drops.
The second bottle of drops, is totally different, which should help during the upcoming surgery. Do not mix them! These are also four a day, for the next month. Take extreme care not to let any of either medication spill on your face.
The left eye: Needs the cataract done afterwards. The Glaucoma drops are not to be supplied until all is as it should be with my cataracts on both eyes. The main treatment will be just eye drops initially. Hey-Ho!
On my way out, a lady stopped me and explained that my going to the Pharmacy at the hospital at this time, would possibly involve a 5-6 hour wait, as they get very busy. So, we will post, it in the mail to you. So you can leave now. That was extremely nice of her, and I said so. ♥
So, off to the front door forecourt area, without getting lost, I might add. I had a farcical chinwag with another old-timer who was waiting for a lift. I’m not sure of what he was saying, any more than he knew what I was going on about. Hehehe! But we both seemed glad to have some sort of a natter, I think.
My lift arrived spot on time. And was driven Stirling Moss-style back to the flat in Sherwood. As we passed the Willow House Chinese takeaway, on Mansfield Road, all illuminated, I really would have loved to get something to eat.
No bother from the usually troublesome flipping bag, when I go out at all. The bag was not half full when I got back into the flat. Which I found . Up to the flat. considered calling for a takeaway, but relented. I called Meridian’s Nightline and told them I was back home from the hospital, and asked them to inform the Carer for me. Which he did.Carer Chris arrived. He arrived ten minutes later. I nearly bored him to death with my tale of the trip to the QMC. Hehe! Medications were given, but no Phorpain Gel, as I forgot to ask him, me wanting to relate the day’s happenings. Haha! Eye drops were issued. Peptac taken.
THE NOSH Chips in gravy, two roast potatoes, both done in the microwave. I’ll not bother with these again. Two wholemeal rolls to soak up the liquid… it was horrible! Taste rating 3⅕/10. That was generous!
Put the TV on, and fell asleep. Woken up with Carer Chris returning. He got the eye drops in and sorted out the night back being attached to the .
An earlier photo that I missed. Tsk!
EVENING ALL! Wednesday evening by the time I got this done. Humph!
I was determined to ruin my plans to catch up on the much-missed sleep. And he did! However, thankfully the odd dream of the night before did not return to haunt me with my past wrong decisions, failed plans, missed opportunities and many errors.
At 04:00hrs, I considered giving up and getting up. As I Decided to get the ablutions done early, I drifted off into kip. I was rudely disturbed by the usual jolting and jerking awake session, which I thought had put paid to any more sleep being possible. But, No! Before I knew it, I was back in the land of nod again! At 05:30hrs, The jolts returned with a vengeance. I’m not sure how I stayed in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner; but I had an aching back and shoulder from something… tossing about I suppose, but I recall no dreaming at all? Once again, while planning the day ahead, I found myself asleep. At 06:00hrs, I woke up almost normally; with no agitation of the mind or jumping about. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
s night pouch was not very full. A smidge disappointing that was. But it was a good colour on the NHS Urine listing card, classed as grade three – A Healthy Wee! Cleaned the room from the nocturnal nibblings of the night. (I wish I could remember eating them!) By the time I’d got into the wet room, a slight diversion was called for, as so often occurs; the need to use the arose. I think that was losing his grip on the rear-end proceedings. A little messy this morning. I can sense that is making a comeback; I thought I was passing more wind last night. I tackled hauling buckets and bowls of water devon the kitchenette to the wet room to refill the still-awaiting repair W.C. water tank and the not running cold water tap. Needless to say, I was not pleased. So when I got the refilling and wet room tidied up, I Took one of the Extra Strong Ipobrufen capsules to calm Brenda down a bit. Got the washing done and noticed the feet were still a smidge swollen. But of little bother.
Took a shot of the morning view from the window, some pretty houses locally. And good news, last month’s figures tell me only four of them in view were broken into! Mind you, one was a recipient of the police drug rain, and another had an unmown reason for the bobbies calling and the took away a man and woman.
I got the computer on, and immediately… well, within a minute… Yes, once more the Liberty-Global, Virgin Media fails! But Gobsmackingly, it came back on within a minute!
I had an email about the MyFood Den delivery; it looked, according to the tracker, that it could be here anytime soon. I stopped on the computers and got my feet in a bowl of water. Heck of a difficult job getting them up or me down to dry them.I felt properly tired afterwards. showed contempt in the usual painful way that she has.
the parcel arrived. Dropped in the doorway and off the driver Chappy trotted. Got the knife to open the well-protected goods within.
Well, as I put them away, I was tempted to try something on the order that I’d never had before. “Caviar”! Well, when I say Caviar… it wasn’t. The cheapest jar on offer was £269.40! This was actually an ‘Imitation Caviar’, much more my price range at £2.89. I’ve no idea what to have with it, or how to eat it. I’ll learn! Went on the balcony to have a nosey at the end car park. Then, in the front car park. Billum, of The Manor Laboratories in the U.S. of A keeps a record of the colours of the vehicles and gives an insight into who drives what. Hehe! I did notice that there seems to be a more varied selection this morning. Monday visitors, mayhap? While waiting for the service from Liberty-Global Virgin Media to return, I tried to check under the feet – but getting them high enough was a feat I could not beat.
The urine was not passing very well, especially as I am drinking water like it was going out of fashion. Over the next four hours or so, I persisted with the blog and got yesterday’s finished and posted off. Carer Carol-Anne arrived. We had a natter, and I had another painkiller, and she got the eye drops in for me.
I got the beans and veg stew going, and put some small potatoes to roast in the oven to go in the stew, casserole whatever it was I was making.
A possibility of a sunset tonight, methinks, judging by the cloud layers and shapes. Of course, I could be wrong. A rarity, I know. I then got a landline call come in. It was from EasyLink. And it caused a bit of a mild panic, that took up over two hours trying to sort out… I’ll explain . But we all know that I need not have mentioned it, really.
The chap was confirming the lift being arranged for tomorrow’s visit for the cataract and cornea checks and discussion. He said pick-up would have to be earlier than planned… It didn’t help with me forgetting what time the lift and appointment were arranged for in the first place! 14:00hrs lift, picking up to bring home from the EENT hospital at 16:40hrs. I thanked him, and had a look at the calendar – Oh, dear! What started as feeling uncomfortable developed into a panic, then almost full-blown hysteria! .
Could I find the original appointment letter? No! I couldn’t find it where I knew I’d left it – in a pile of letters on the Carers table. Well, spent an aeon searching for it. Not in the three-wheeler-walker trolley. Not in any of the folders (going through them took me an hour without any luck); The drawers one by one. The junk room, even the wet room! I got the nosh going, thinking a change of thought pattern might still be something memory-wise to trigger. But no luck!
I tried making a start on this blog. Sister Jane called. Hard hearing her words, but she does talk so fast. I’m just glad she called; we had a bit of harking back to the younger days. I enjoyed it, and it calmed me down nicely. Enough for me to try another search for the letter. I started at the first pile of correspondence I tried where I was so sure I’d put the letter…
There it was, the fifth letter down the stack. . Hehe!
Mealtime: Soya chunks, a can of chunky vegetable soup, beetroots and a can of garden peas added to the mixture.As I was serving up the feast on the tray, Carer Chris arrived. I pulled his leg about him always arriving when I was serving up or eating a meal. Gave him a laugh! He got the eye drops in and got the night pouch added to the day pouch. I’d put the meal in the microwave to reheat it, and we had a thunderstorm. It didn’t last long. Carer Chris got some photos for himself from the balcony taken. I managed to get just this one through the balcony windows. It freshened the air up afterwards. Thanked him and off he went. The meal being in the microwave didn’t do it any favours flavour-wise. Taste: 5/10.
