I woke around 05:00hrs. The toes were tingling for some reason. Took this snap of them, and promptly delved back into the land of nod.And very nice it was too. I dreamt of things that I can no longer do! I emerged back into consciousness, it was around 06:00hrs. Oddly I could… well, smell a sweet sickly scent sort of aroma. I soon found out what the cause was. Humph! A melted block of milk chocolate had dissolved into the dressing gown on my chest, and it had run down onto and over my rather generous-belly and set rock hard on the skin and left nipple! I got the gown off and tried to clean off the chocolate, to no avail. Then decided to get the ablutions done and do the same to the chocolate stuck-rigid on my chest. I did get it off; but lost many of the few chest hairs left along with removing it. Unfortunately, the needed rear-end activity. had a ball with the session. Which left me with the job of cleaning everything up. Then, having to refill the water tank from the bin and bowls, I’d readied and refilled them from the kitchenette sink tap. In the first hour of being up and about, I needed three visits. All wet, spluttery affairs, and needing my water carrying while using a walking-stick skill. Which I can assure you, annoyed for than she’s ever been. I just had to take some extra painkillers, although they say I shouldn’t.
They, being the many medical personages. If you knew the agony she giving me, you’d understand me taking them.
The urine was colour 4 on the NHS scale, the same as it was yesterday. On the bright side, the feet were not swelling up so much, Although they were sore with all the walking and carrying the water so many times to and from the kitchen to the wet room. I did the Health Checks and got a bit of a shock. SYS 162/DIA 66! Come think of it, though, all the refilling of the water tank, most likely had a hand in it. Did another one later; it was down a lot then.
I made a brew of Glengettie tea. Seemed a good idea to me. Hehehe! Took this shadowy shot from the kitchenette window. Not very good, is it?.
I got the computer on, and Carer Samantha arrived. I mentioned the pain coming from , and asked if she could rub in some of the Phorpain Gel for me. Which she did, bless her. Told her I’d already taken a painkiller, so I took no Paracetamols. I must remember to ask whoever comes tonight to do the same for me again. I’ll be eight weeks – two months, after notifying them before the plumber arrives.
Back to blogging, and…
So, I went to make a brew of Thompson Punjana tea, and make a pot of Porridge to have while waiting for Smoke & Mirrors man, Mr Fries, the Liberty-Global – Virgin Media mogul & head-honcho, to get his Internet working again. Of course, it will not bother him in the slightest with the money he’s earning – well, getting!
Over the next hours, I had time to get some suitable for any pareidolia freak like myself to enjoy, was taken.
Wheels within wheels?
Clouds chasing clouds?
Then the rain came!
Thw high Son… or Sun got through the clouds. Ocean waves?
The darkness develops?
From the balcony!
Hello, it’s drizzling again.
End car park from the balcony. Through the window.
To the kitchen to see the. progress on the local house workings.
Decisions, decisions! The early evening Carer called. It was Józef. I remembered to ask him to Phorpain gel . Which he gladly did. Bless him.
Started to prep the evening meal. Boczek, peas and out-of-date chips. But we’ll see. Back in the A.M. to finish off. TTFN.
Well, What a busy day today. Mostly through my cock-ups over food shopping. I’ll put it in today’s (Thursday) blog – if I ever get it started, that is. Hello! The rain started!
15:20hrs, and have only just got around to finishing this one. This is not how envisaged my growing old, you know. Hehehe!
Got the meal sorted and served it up nice & early. Taste-Rating 7.6/10. Then I commenced to get the pots washed and the sink area cleaned up….
So many things went wrong at the same time, I’m not sure I can remember them all, let alone what order they befell me!. ❶ I think the first . was taking the bowl out of the sink and losing my grip on it. ❷ I tried to grab it, and the flipping plastic tore, making me drop it again properly if you know what I mean. ❸ The contents of the bowl were citric acid, bleach and washing-up liquid. (I’d been soaking the saucepan that I burnt yesterday) ❹ Which covered my dressing gown, torso, legs and feet. ❺ I was faffing about trying to get the floor dried and realised that the PPs, were thoroughly soaked and started to disintegrate before my very eyes! Falling down at my feet! ❻ The leg straps began to squeeze the top and bottom. I abandoned the kitchen and went into the wet room to make sure that Little Inchie and his inserted tube were affected, and hosed down the body sharpish. ❼ Cause things were beginning to sting a bit. ❽ As I turned to replace the shower head, started giving me what-for when I twisted the back. I got fresh pants on, and a clean dressing gown, and went back to the kitchen. ❾ Arrgh!I’d left the tap running! Painfully got the floor and sink tided, and went to fill the kettle. ❿ After dropping it, and cleaning up that mess, I found it would not work! My language even made me cringe!
“I can’t pay the bill, so I’m in the dark & cold!”
“Your bills are beyond my threshold….”
With debts, I am now being circumvolved
“Disabled, blind, deaf, and 77 years old”
Can we not settle this… get it resolved?”
“My bank balance is all but dissolved!”
But he had me in a virtual choke hold… He said: “We suffer too, being short-handed.
Is that the word, or have I gerunded?
Oh, splendid; now I’m told I’m being trolled!
I apologised, but he wouldn’t be consoled…
We proletariats are getting frampold!
Seems we are both suffering & confounded?
In a month or so. I’ll be entirely defunded!
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05:40hrs: I stirred back into my usual moroseness. Spent a minute of two identifying what day it was. Not that it mattered much, anyway. Then I took off the night pouch. Not much in it?.. But the colour was a fairish 4 on the NHS colour chart. Emptied it, put it in the appropriate bag, then into the waste bag after sealing it. As I got the kettle on, the need for the arose. The sight and star of my delicate area, Little Inchie, of course, made me jump a little bit when I first saw the blood. Or rather, the location that had altered to what would be considered… ‘Normal’. Even for me! A was nearly issued. Haha! Confused, I certainly was. The multi-aged, dried blood at the bottom of this taken-off pair of Ten pants was far less bloody than usual. But the fresh blood is not there as a norm? Top left, these are the concern. These came out of the bum area, I’m sure. I had a grope and feel around using paper towels but found no lesions. Then very gently prodded the site to see if I could find papules, boil or whatever that may have leaked. But, no!
This session was like passing heavy, chocolate-covered ball bearings… eventually!
was in another foul mood about carrying the buckets of water from the kitchen to the wet room… yet once again! I dressed… well, I put a dressing gown on. Sorted the waste bags out and placed them near the front door. Haha! I thought that was the best idea because I don’t have a back door in the flat. If you see what I mean.
Made a brew, & took a photograph of the rising sun from behind the flats… the sun was rising, not the apartments. I think…
Then off to the computer, determined to do a better, quicker job today, and crossed my fingers that Liberty-Globals oligarch, the £26m salaried with guaranteed bonuses boss, who bought out and ruined Virgin Media, would see if he can go a day without losing the signal. (Fat chance of that, but still!). Love his latest load-of-crap advertisement, above. You’ve got to praise Mr Fries; he’s consistent in his failings and still getting paid a fortune for his inabilities. Pure jealousy on my behalf, of course. I’d barely started when the inevitable happened.
Carer Samantha arrived. Got me sorted and had a mini-natter. Tried the internet, but it is still not back on yet.
I strongly suspect I may have . Cause I woke up as the door chime rang four hours later. Oblivious to what time it was, where I was, or even if I was… Hahaha!
Aha, Liberty-Global Virgin Media working again. I got the BP graphic done and made one for the ode. Then made the ode… Then realised I had not yet finished off yesterday’s Inchie Today. Oh, dearie me! Done it again, gone and lost the signal for the self-praising, oligarchal, figure-manipulating Liberty-Global, owners of Virgin Media, specifically the good looking over-paid boss, Fries, had struck again. So, I toyed with it for a while to make it more comfortable. A mistake that was!
There was still no service from Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media Internet services. So, I decided that an early meal was a good idea!
Aha, a change in the weather. This photographicalisation came out rather well, I thought. . Got the potatoes in the oven on a high setting. And cut up the imitation pressed bacon and garden peas in the saucepan. Got the electric drill and cut up some of the beetroots. Hehehe! The vegan bacon was brilliant! The potatoes were excellent! The garden peas tasted grand! It might have a 10/10 rating but for the rock-solid, teeth-breaking, tasteless, horrible beetroot! But, still a 9/10 Flavour-Rating!
I came out of it, and I was sat in 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. Unsure of anything, my mind was filled with fear that I may have left the stove heat to tap running. I hastened to the kitchenette… The hot water tap had run cold, but there was no plug in the sink. Phew! Butt here was the oven tray soaking in there. I got them and the pots washed. I sat briefly, feeling somewhat confused and indifferent to everything. Hard to find the words… Most likely something inspired by Doreen’s Dementia.
Chimed out. It was the sweet Angel of Mercy, Nurse Hristina from the Deep Vein Thrombosis and Anticoagulation INR, Clinic; she’d come to take my blood. ♥ That cheered me up!
Sad to see Hristina leave, I put the kettle on and noticed the buttercups coming through in the bottom field near the tree copse. I think.
The evening Carer arrived. As he was preparing the medications, the mobile phone rang. It was the Doctors surgery, with the new dosages of Warfarin for me. I turned to get the mobile that also rang… turned back and got a for my bother, then pulled my foot from under the chair, landing in a heap, but onto the recliner! Dropping the mobile phone. Getting back up, I indicated for the Carer to take the call. He handed me the phone. The receptionist gave me the new dead-easy-to-remember Warfarin doses. 1½ every day until 16th May. Carer Victor wrote the details into the Carer’s folder for me. The stubbing and fall made me feel a little out of it.
I finally got on with Blogging, but I think I’ve got the following photos in order.
Earlier shot of the feet before mangling them. Hehe!.
Another ‘in and out of it’ day. However, far fewer ‘Out-of-its’ than ‘Almost with it’ moments. Genuine ‘With-It’ events you can count on one hand. I still managed to get so far behind with everything. Make multiple errors & mistakes. Not a bad day, really, for me! No, that might be stretching the point! Sorry about the delightful moments of my Pareidoliaing. I found a feast of figures in the clouds at various times during the day & night. .. A weakness of mine, as you know!
Up at 04:30hrs; Throne and ablutions were tended to.
Care Richard arrived. Nice to see him. He got the prescription medications issued and evaluated. Managed a mini-natter.
Healthier-looking pins today?
Only three visits to the challenging today. was not so bothersome, but… the were back again. Humph!
No work was done on my unknown neighbour’s house today. Fair enough; it is Bank Holiday!
Got some fresh veg cooking, and am going to add them to a can of cheap vegetable soup. My designs were to have this at around 13:00hrs. But as per, they didn’t work out. I got the meal at 22.45hrs. Better late than never!
A few Pareidoliaing moments were enjoyed, as the sky with its fast-moving clouds turned a smidgen blur… Two eyes, or marbles at the bottom of the first effort, above. Higher in the sky shot. An explosion taking place? A Pareidoliaing success here.(Above) It looked to me as if a keyhole had been cut through the clouds as if they were made of snow? I can see a head in there, as well.
The fresh and canned vegetables were merged in the saucepan and flavoured a little… Then got forgotten about for a good few hours!
Later on, the skies began to lose their blue tinge a little. I can see two whales kissing each other? And a swan taking to flight?
Ten minutes later, the sun started to descend. Looks like a Red-Dwarf craft in there?.
Would you believe it – , , , barely believable…
Late afternoon. Down comes the sun. Pareidoliaing: I see an animal’s head with its jaws open in the clouds?Mayhap chasing the small clouds on the right?. A mane on the animal’s head?.
Back onto the computer… Would you believe it – , , , barely believable…
The handsome-looking mirrors & Smoke boss Man Fries, paid with Liberty-Global’s $ 24 billion to buy Virgin Media, doesn’t seem to be interested in this constant failure? Yet manages to afford flashy untrue, advertisements on the TV, of how great, and reliable… (Sorry, I had to stop for a laugh there!) Virgin Media is. Mind you, my experiences with BT a few years ago, were almost as bad as Liberty-Global-Virgin Media.
I was taking out the potatoes from the oven to add to the soup. I thought about other people with neurotic problems, and wondered how they coped when the shakes, shudders or topples happen? At least with my having this as one of my ailments, there are times, like this incident, when can be a semi-blessing. As I tore the finger from the oven door, there was no pain whatsoever. Of course, as ‘s habit, when the nerve ends finally get the message to the brain to tell it that It’s in pain… it could be seconds or hours later, the belated agony can catch you out. Come think of it, it did today. I was washing out a spring water bottle, when the message got through to my brain, and dropped the flipping thing. Hey-Ho!
The sunset, such as it was, was not photographed very well…
. A wide shot first. Couldn’t get it right, as it looked to me. . A close-up shot.
Couldn’t get it right, as it looked to me..
After the sun had descended.
I got it betterer, as it looked to me.
The Meal Was Served
. Not a very pretty-looking meal at all! But, it went down nicely! I’m going to try another like this tomorrow. The Carer called as I was scoffing at it. I soon finished it off. Taste-Rating: 8.3/10! Medications taken. A little chin-wag was enjoyed The gal is off to Skeggie with her boyfriend tomorrow. Hope she enjoys it.
Then, although so late, I decided to make a start on this blog. Else it’s going to take too long in the morning if I don’t make a start. This was the case; when I opened the Internet…
Would you believe it – , , , barely believable… AGAIN!
Their Trustpilot Rating is no surprise! This made me check on BT… . Blimey, an alternative load of crap!
Things could be worse I may have caught pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis!
This will not do! I am a natural-born worrywart, an over-thinker.
A neurotic-fusspot, a pessimist of the highest order.
Today, I’ve been almost nonchalant about my problems & worries? absent-minded, addlepated, muddleheaded, slaphappy…that is not unusual as
Tom Jones sang. But with added long moments of feeling vague, faraway, which bemused me! I felt I ought to be feeling harassed, annoyed, frustrated, disappointed, discontented, and even exasperated!
But no! Amidst the serious issues that should have been getting to me, I found myself singing Cliff Richard songs to myself? Things were highlighted when I got a phone call on a Saturday of all days; oh, no, it’s Sunday, even more surprising, from the hospital telling me my name has gone down on the waiting list for the cataract operation. No one told me it had been taken off the list? Obviously, she said smugly, you will go to the back of the waiting list? But was I bothered? No! I think I told her it would be understandable to get younger people done cause they have years to live and will need their eyesight more than I do. I puzzled myself with that at first. But it’s right, innit? Then my not seen for months on end friend, Jillie, phoned me. She’s coming to see me next week. Splendid!Anyway, the moments of weirdness reverted to worry-bucketing, over-self-analysing and disparaging about 20:30hrs. Suddenly I’m back to the sour, dour self frame of mind again. At first this morning, I felt being so carefree was so unnatural to me. Now, I wish I could go back into it again. I can’t win, can I?
For the first ten hours since wakefulness arrived, I fear the now much-missed ‘Out-of-it’ period continued. No notes were taken down, very few photographs were taken, and even fewer were remembered. I’ll do my bestest with what I can recall and what few piccies that I apparently took – well, they were on the SD card.
The red knee, in the grip of . Wee-wee a little darker.
The feet looked a lot better! Only two visits up till now. (21:05hrs).
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. Early views.
. Later shots… Taken in two different modes. Oddly, I can’t recall which.
The latest shot of the refitting & building.
No chance of any sunset tonight. Still Bootiful.
Struggled with the computer again. ♥ Got a call from Jillie! ♥. Bless her; she’s going to call on me next week!
Hurrah! The meal photo made its way onto the SD card!
Note the two American doughnuts on the gold paper plate? Nice!. I ate the lot! Taste Rating: 7.2/10.
Emptying the day bag, and the urine was not a good colour!
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SWEET MORPHEUS Talk about resistance! It must have been four hours before I nodded of. Then, the Dreamt Thought Storms attacked. Revenge for my earlier hours of the Couldn’t-Care-Less mood. Three hours later, I was up and doing the fearful at times . Things got a little messy! I was full of fear and dread. But no idea why?
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Several trips to the today, starting with the moment I stirred back into pretend-life from the evenings uncomfortable -filled, ever-waking, so-called sleep. Humph! I’m still awaiting the arrival of a Nottingham City Homes plumber to mend the W.C.’s none refilling water tank. This Saturday, four or five visits and trudging the water bowls from the kitchen to the wet room, each bringing on and the current to the fore. Still, it gives me some exercise, I suppose. Shame about the pain, though. Been a few weeks now, I think, since I was told they had been notified. Annoyingly, the cold tap has stopped running now, as well. I got some spuds in the slow cooker to do later. Then the mammoth task – getting the done. No shower, too early, the noise would disturb my neighbours who may be sleeping. I think the ablutioning took about two hours, counting the medicationalising. A pretty morning sky out there this jolly morning?
Had a peep at the progress of the house being updated and extended. It looked like a fair bit of work had been done since yesterday’s shot. “Auf Wiedersehen Pet’.. I think! The fridge was looking sadly low on supplies? But I’ve got an Iceland order coming today… Well, I think I have… no I’m certain one is coming today… It is Saturday, isn’t it? I wish they would make it easier to remember somehow; then again, I’d still get confused if they did.
Time to get the computer on to start updating yesterday’s blog. Guess what?
It was still offline when I heard the tune coming from the doorbell. The most kind deliveryman carried the bags through to the kitchen for me. Much appreciated, I gave him a choice of nibble treats in thanks. Checked to see if Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media had come back online yet… Hehehe! Nope! So carried on putting the nosh away. Only two items (four in count) for the freezer. I thought I’d ordered Vegan ice cream, but I got a twice-the-size Walls vanilla soft scoop. And ready vegan meals called shredded something with potatoes and sauce. I had one later on; not bad at all. I’d stocked up with some Schweppes tonic water, vanilla-flavoured liquid ice cream and bleach. No, I won’t be drinking the bleach. A final photographicalisation of the fridge, compared to the one before the delivery came, shows little difference in there? Did I miss something off?
I returned to the computer desk to find that Mr Fries had managed to get the signal back to Nottingham for me. Bless Him!
In case I forget later, the smoke & mirrors, mass money manipulation master [someone who draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues, distorts or blurs facts], figure-shuffling, slithery sidestepping, no idea how to run an effective Internet, Oligarchical gentleman, let his Virgin Media fail on three more occasions today. Huh! But I like him! How kind of him.
Visit two: And was even sloppier than the previous attendance.
I pressed on and finally got the Friday blog done; eleven hours after starting it! Then took a photo of the being upgraded house. Again! Seems I forgot I’d already done it.
No sooner had I scribbled this down on the notepad. It went down again!
Well, how surprising!
Crying and stamping my feet would have been an option. Along with gnashing teeth (although this was not a good idea, what with giving me stick)
I meandered into the kitchenette and took some pictures of the great dank, dark afternoon clouds.
So perfect for a pareidoliain such as myself. I had a feast of figure-finding in each of the frames. Hahaha! Finding faces, animals, ghosts, icebergs, a finger, eyes, broomstick and testicles within. Other items as well.
Back on the computer.
Then, the computer proceeded to confuse me beyond limitations!
Why, what for was the reason? What was going on?
I was entirely lost and thought this was the computer’s end. Or the Firefox internet, at the very least!
A Dracular depression, with a dread of fear and frustration, dawned.
After trying to find out what I could do, I got an option to reinstall the browser that came up on the screen.
Not the foggiest idea of which choices to go for; Reinstall, Repair or the other one, which I cannot remember.
I opted to reinstall, then got this message up. I clicked on next, and the internet disappeared from the screen after some flashing. Totally lost now?. So, I gave up and turned off the computer, left it a few minutes, and tried to open it again, which it did… But all the icons, tabs, etc., were missing! And, when I tried to finish the CorelDrawing, the mousse was doing the oddest of things. I clicked on a single object, and tons of them were selected, but I could not drag or move them. Couldn’t close anything down. Turned it off at the plug, fingers crossed.
Got the ready meal made and spuds sliced and on the plate. The cut finger didn’t bleed too much. The dropped and broken pot of lemon mousse missed my foot as it fell to the kitchen floor and burst open. And hitting my head on the corner of the counter when bending down to pick it up… well, that hurt a bit!
Enjoyed the evening view of the dank sky with its pretty white clouds, which surprised me.
Aha, fodder time. This is the rather drab-looking ready meal with some BBQ sauce and the last of the crocked-pot-cooked-for-too-long potatoes, Desiree. A pot of lemon mousse and a hungry Inchie to eat it. And jolly-nice it was, too! Taste: 7.8/10.
The night sky was pictured a couple of times while I was washing up.
The evening Carer arrived. Medications were issued, and a little nattering session was enjoyed. I mentioned the browser problems and turned it back on to show her… to my utter amazement, everything missing earlier had returned to the screen?
I was too tired to do any more blogging, so I turned it off and promptly . The last Carer woke me up. Medications were sorted out, and a minute or two of chinwagging was significantly favoured. Said my farewells and thanks and took this photographicalisation through the kitchen window of the night’s heavy rain.
Then settled into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, grungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus. He was not easy to find or keep when I eventually found him!
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Good morning.
Woke up and took off the night bag. The feet were again looking much better. Off to the . Back to messy! Washed the pots from last night. Got the done, then the. again. Fed up with carrying the water in a bucket and bowl to refill the water tank. Sorted the waste bags, and got the kettle on. The day bag had filled up quickly! The took well over two hours this morning.
Carer Sam arrived, and she did the medication. I meant to ask her to help me put the shoes on for later when I go to cast my vote in the election procedure down in Winwood Court. I think I forgot to ask her. She took a photo of the affected right eye, so I could show the district nurse if she comes. Left in the picture above.
Morrison’s email arrived, saying it was on the way. I turned off the computer and ready things for when it comes.
Which it did shortly… Got some new drinkies in for the Carers, delivery drivers, Wardens and hopefully, crossed-fingered, the nurses. The fridge stocks looked healthier! Fresh vegetables, potatoes, oven-ready chips, and some lovely-looking Vegetable Risotto! Also, for the first time ever, I ordered a cheese, leek & potato Quiche in the shape of a pie. Trying that tonight with peas and oven potatoes? Cheapo bread rolls, although they were dearer than Asda’s. The monthly flowers for LC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, and ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, desk top dancer and Warden Julie; were odd looking to me. They didn’t have any daffodils or tulips, even roses, but sent these as substitutes. They made four substitutions, and I sent three of them back. Phoned the gals to tell them the flowers had arrived.
Got the computer back on again, and I started blogging away… I stopped for a while to add some Przyprawa flavouring to the potatoes.
Back to the computer.
After a couple of hours of uninterrupted mistakes, errors, grammar failures, and memory blanks, I felt the sensation of warm pee dribbling onto my feet and onto the carpet!… I grabbed some paper towels and got them on the escaped patches of urine! I whipped out the camera to take this shot… Life can be a bugger at times! I sprayed cleaner and disinfectant all over the carpet (and feet).
Carer Kara called. Glad to report she had a good day at Skeggie!
An email from DHL came in. Bad news, after sending me one yesterday, telling me exactly when the MyFooDen parcel would arrive… now I get this! Am I lucky, or what? It was out for delivery this morning, they said, but no, another failure… And: Where are they going to store the fresh food in the order? Eh? Friday 11:38hrs: Still no notification from either MyFooDen or DHL about the chances of me getting it delivered. Now Friday 13:05hrs – Zilch by way of any emails with information.
Hello, Hello, Hello! VOTING TIME NOW THE FUN STARTED Challenge One: After two months of avoiding putting any trousers on, to avoid chaffing from , I tackled the task. One foot in the right leg, the heavier, more bloated left leg was manipulated, with using the picker-upper to pull them up… Things seemed to be going pretty well… Over, I toppled backwards, catching the left foot under 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. 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. Right on the ! This deflated me, not to mention hurt a bit! I crawled and clawed my way back up my feet. And set about another attempt… I was very cautious and eventually got my foot into the second leg. This altercation kicked off . I put on a shirt, and then the other risky business was faced... getting the shoes on. Not easy with a bad back and swollen feet. Collected the Polling Card and bus pass, got the sleeveless jacket on, readied the three-wheeled walker, and as I was opening the door… I felt the blood coming slowly from poor little Inchie having the inserted catheter tube pulled.
Nipped, or rather, limped back into the wet room to clean things up and get yet another pair of PPs on – then remembered the struggle I had in putting on the trousers, so l left the current PPs on. By the time I’d done it and got out into the hallway with Three-Wheeled Walker William, I could sense it leaking again. Better not take too long over this. Down to the lift, and along the link corridor to Winwood Court.. where the access to the polling booth was blocked off. So I had to go outside and down the road a bit and use the French windows to gain access to the polling section. Two nice ladies greeted me; I was a smidgen embarrassed when I could not find the I.D. My bus pass. Out I went and trundled back into Winwood Court and back along the link passage to Woodthorpe Court. Stopping to take a photo of the flowers in the rest area. It was raining, but for some unknown reason, I cannot see any in this photographicalisation? It might have been partially sheltered by the towering building? Up in the elevator and back to the flat.
Then the reversal of the earlier challengers. Getting my shoes, jacket, and shirt off, but I thought I’d the , first. Only a mini-spot or two of leaking, no problem.
Got the trews off with relative ease, I thought – but that was before I saw that I’d torn the stitching on one leg. Getting the shoes off was no fun. The folds of flesh from the ankles seemed to be cemented to my feet? I merely used the picker-upperer; it makes nice scratch marks on the ankle and tore at them in turn… But the shoes remained on the feet! A few minutes of pondering on how to extract the plates from the shoes provided me with an answer. I’d use my thick wooden long shoehorn to encourage the swollen feet to release themselves from the grip of steel of the shoes. And, it worked! I’m afraid I broke the shoehorn in doing so. Humph! 😖 RIP To Wooden Shoehorn Whilmer! 😖. My help and companion of seven years.
The sky was darkening a smidgeon. Fantastic pareidoliaising! Can you see the long-jawed beasts mouth?
What a short sunsetting time. The clouds soon concealed it. But not before I got some shots in… Lovelt! A minute or so later… Another minute… The sun’s last gasp of the night!
Deana & Julie collected the flowers.
I made a start on the cooking of the never had before Quich.
Then took some last pictures of the darkening sky. Aliens shing a light on us? Hehe!. Blimey, the creature depiction is still showing? Looks more like an eel now… or not. Great!
My computer is off; I’m just drained. Not that I’ve done much!. Food Time! I got the potatoes in the oven, and added the wuiche… no, quiche ten-minutes kaster, no, later; so they cooked at the same time. Peas in the saucepan. It looked, and what bit of smell I could detect, seemed to be good to me.
I think the ingredients were potato and leek. In a white sauce of some sort, very nice. The flakey pastry shell is gorgeous! Overall Rating: 8/10. Slurp!
It’s Saturday tomorrow. I can say with sorrow, Saturday could be my Alamo… Cause my EQ tells me it’s so! And he’s never wrong, you know! Summat will crash, go wrong or blow! I’ll be depressed or lose my mojo? Collapse in a heap, like a ball of dough? The chance of good luck – is zero! I’ll take no chances, not go alfresco, To avoid being hit by a VW Scirocco?. I don’t know what it’ll be, though… I may choke on a marshmallow? King Charlie’s Coronation… Costing a scaled-back $125 million. For me, Saturday’ll hold no jollification, But, I write with lallation… I think I may be due for damnation. But it could just be a misapprehension. My mind’s on an obambulation! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Less time than ever today. Tsk!My feet were well down this morning. Very little bloating Particularly the toes – I could move them!
But the overnight …
The Carer told me was graded as a ‘Four’ on the NHS colour scale. I’ve had worse, but still disappointing.
When it came to the first emptying of the day bag, things looked much better to me, shade-wise. A 2.5 or 3, methinks.
Down came the rain. Took this from the bottom of the kitchen window.
Time for a little tip… .
When selecting a cooking spoon, to stir your boiling vegetables. It’s best not to pick one that has little hole in it to strain whatever.
The rain soon stopped, leaving me with a Pareidolian’s Delight view of the clouds. Can you see the same in the above snap? The shoulder, ears, head, eyes, nose and open jaw of a beast in the centre? Marvellous!
The only call of the entire day to the . As per usual, hauling the water into the non-working W.C. water tank; and kicked off, and is still giving jip, some 23hrs later! The promised attention of a Nottingham City Homes plumber that ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana said, did not come to fruition.Then again, I’m not fully with things, so may have got the day wrong?
The landlines bust into action…
At last, communication from DHL regarding the order not arriving. It seems that the wrong postcode was on the parcel. Confirmed the right one, and it will be delivered in the morning.
The majority of the afternoon was a complete Memory Blank. Yet I’d been working on the blog?
Finding these photos help trigger the memory a smidge… Aha, the sun beginning its descent, got through some clouds. Getting pretty now… Moved to take a photo from another angle. I’m sure I recall seeing lots of items and figures in this last one at the time. But can’t see or remember what they were? No!
I took… (Well, thought I did) a photo of the meal I’d made. I#m sure I recall taking it underneath the 60w light bulb, to avoid shadows – but yet once again, it was not on the SD card. The same thing happened when I (though I did) took a photo of the urine colour. Then the finger bleeding. Then one of the fallen-over stacks of waste bags and mess it made on the kitchen floor. Not one of these efforts made it to the SD Card! It must be with the help of . Another way of passing the blame there? Hehe!
The Carer arrived, waking me up from a rare slumber and put the night pouch onto my day bag on for me. Think we had a natter about something, sure I enjoyed it, but, what is was about is just another of the mysteries of the Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemonic 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!
I went to the door with the Carer, to lock it in case the yobbos return and walk in again… have I told you about that night? No? I will! At about 02:30hrs, I was hobbling in the dark to the wet room to utilise the . Obviously, I did not hear them coming in, but the light as they opened the door showed an outline of the youths who came in. Two lads, a very tall one, a shorter, plumper one and a girl who came in first. They saw me, must have been a shock for them; I was naked… They shouted something, then one of them sort of screeched, said a few words, and they legged it. I reported this to the Management. Apparently, they had been seen by other residents too. Nothing happened. No one came for a description of the intruders. No one contacted me… give them time, though; it only happened about six months ago. Where was I before I lost the plot there?
Oh, yes, as I got back I checked the taps and cooker in the kitchen, and got the Kodak to take some shots of the late evening view.
I did some pareidoliaising. Islands, countries on a black sea? Tried to take a close up shot… But it didn’t come out well. But these made it to the SD card?
Had lost interest again. I kept putting the TV on and off, hoping that my semi-successful trick would nod me off during the commercial breaks. I did slip off a few times, but only for minutes at a time. I recall getting up, carrying the night pouch in the bucket, and glancing at the one remaining working clock in the flat clock. The four wristwatches, wet room and kitchen clocks all have dead batteries… it was 03:10hrs. Anyway, I got to the , which was a waste of time; another change in the Command Line, Constipation Konrad was back in charge.
Eventually, after a good, but failed go at the crosswording, I returned to the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. En route to the front room, I gave myself a
With a minute of settling in the grotty antique chair… Zzz’s
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 06:15hrs: I leapt from the £300, second-hand shop bought nine years ago, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. Threw off the catheter night bag and did 100-press-ups. Then 300 toe touches while I yodelled loudly. A bit of shadowboxing and some torso turning. A couple of minutes of weightlifting… Then woke up for real and prevented me from moving for a while. I grabbed the Pain Gel tube, and somehow managed to get up on my feet without tripping over the tubing, and lathered on where I could reach o the back, then took an extra Codeine Phosphate painkiller. It didn’t do much good. Removed the night pouch, and I sat down again. Boy was EQ right with his warning of ‘Pain to Come’ last afternoon. The agony was too weak a word to describe it.
Struggled to get the thick slippers on.
Emptied the night bag, wrapped it and binned it in the appropriate bag.
Made a brew and waste bags up to the door. Did the BP test while waiting for the kettle. Then got the computer on. After five minutes…
More followed! Tsk!
While the Internet was down, I tried to read the letter from Nuthall Hospital. But it was hard work with the spyglass. I asked a Carer to assist to make sure I got the time & date right. Put it on the calendar.
The Internet was back on again. Got on with updating yesterday’s not even started yet, blog. But…
While waiting for the Liberty-Global owned, Virgin Media to start again, I realised that it must be the demand on the system my Royalists wanted to see the Coronation? Or would that be right? Would it affect things? I titivated the Carers stable a bit – and sod-it, – & were joined by all increased their agonies inflicted on me. I know full well that I should not take Ipobrufen, but the Paracetamols are not doing anything to ease the pain at all, so I took one.
I must call and ask the Doctor if anything else is available. The sheer consistency of the three of them is grinding me down today. They are detritioning my resistance. I bet that EQ is reading this smugly after yesterday’s warning from him?
The Landline Flashed! It was someone from DHL. He informed me that they had been given the wrong area code, which is why the parcel was not delivered yesterday. I confirmed it with him. It will be arriving later today. After ringing off, I wondered how the food had been stored, cause there are some fresh foods ordered? Later a driver called me, couldn’t understand much of what he was saying, but gathered he needed instructions to the flats, Did my best.
Carer Rhamat, or was it? I think that was her name. To think, a year ago, I was almost proud of my memory of names. Not anymore!
While she was here, the DHL man arrived. Rahmat took the box from him and put it in the hallway for me. I said my farewells and forgot all about the box… the box I nearly tripped over and still didn’t empty it!
A vastness of a Memory-Blank came over me. A few hours later, I remembered the box in the hallway! Set about sorting it out. Got it opened and the things sorted… This should see me through without an order next week. Goulash etc., fit for a king! But not Charles 3rd, me! Hehehe!. There had been ice packs in the box. But with them coming a day late, they were now just bags of water. Got some meat for Sister Jane as a treat.
Back onto blogging… ARRGH!
Carer Jo-Anne arrived, and I showed her whatever material it was that was in the box. We laughed as I said I could use it as a head scarf, and wrapped it around my head. She did laugh raucously (is that the right word?), and she took some photos of me. Hahaha! This one she took with my camera. We couldn’t work out what cloth it was. Used presumably to protect the food? The thing self-destructed, disintegrated later, and just fell apart – making a right mess of my dressing gown & carpet?
I shall have a bit of the vegetable bread loaf and potatoes for tonight’s meal, methinks.
Another Memory Blank, and the girl-ailments, after easing off a little, were back on full-throttle pain-wise.
I took this off of the TV earlier. I managed to watch about ten minutes of the performance. But found it a little sad in a way. Diane, No-Sweat-Prince with a bad memory. The wonderful way in which Her Majesty visited the tenants of the Grenfell Tower Disaster!
Carer Chloe came (I’m pretty sure that name is right – but…). I told her I’d taken a painkiller extra, so none for me tonight. I do believe that the ailments are easing again? Or am I?
Fodder Making Time!
Just swede & carrot, with sea salt and a splash of vinegar. Potatoes, vegetable loaf and the swede & carrots. Two out-of-date cheap bread rolls. And a pot of dessert. All eaten up – and followed by… Vegan ice-cream. Overall Taste Rating: 7.8/10.
I put the computer back on, when I found some photos from this morning, that I swear were not on the SD card then, but they are now? 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! Cataract Kathie, Neuropathy Pete and Doreen Dementia are the main culprits. There are others, of course!
The Missing Photos… Just after midday, I think! Front car park. Pareidoliaist-time here. Can you see anything?
I was greeted by three ailments on awakening after the amazingly long three hours of sleep I enjoyed. (Touch of sarcasm kept in there!) , and . were so bad, I wondered how I even got the three hours in that I did manage! This probably inspired the ode above? The thought of having to fetch the water from the kitchen when I utilise the later were not pleasant. I took off the night pouch from , and gingerly rose from the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner. The plates-of-meat looked in decent nick.
I took an extra pain-killer to fight off , who was in full attack mode, before my carrying the water from the kitchen to the wet room four times each visit. and were joined in their attack formation by my . I’ve waited for a month now to get the WC mended. Giving me a date if attendance was nice of them. It was for the 11th of July – I’m going to have agony for
another four weeks. The thought of it is not a good start to any day!
Pretty glum out there. Did a close-up of rectangular eyes.
I did the Blood Pressure figures. And got an email about next weeks Iceland delivery. It’s coming today. The usual shortages mind you..
Carer Israel called this morning both early visits. Iceland delivered on his first one. The other drivers usually take the bags into the kitchen for me. Not today, must have been extra-busy. By the time I’d got the into the kitchen, as you can imagine; and the both upgraded their attacks… with support from … I think the warning about things getting painful from EQ, might have been meant for today. Cause already the pains are hard to cope with, and I’ve not been to the WC yet, and done any water-fetching activity? Wot? Me? Worry! I got the bags into the kitchenette. Back to the Carer for the medication-taking, and am ashamed to say, so bad were the combined pains, I took another of the disallowed painkillers. It was really bad at this point, although had calmed down a lot, and was still in full flourish. The suddenly eased off. Great!
I went back to the kitchen to sort the fodder out and took this snap of the house next to the park being done up. Coming on well, methinks?
At least Iceland had some of the little potato-bake potatoes in stock. And the treats of cartons of ice-cream flavoured Aviva drinks. Bread thins, tomatoes, potatoes & veggie oxo cubes. No shortages of fodder here! Even if some are unwanted substitutes. Topped up the Carer, Nurses, Drivers’ treats. Alcohol to the right, others to the left. Low calorie treats (mostly).
By the time I’d got everything away, only . was any real hassle. OF course, I’ve not been carrying bowls &. buckets of water to and fro, yet. Still, waiting two months for a plumber should not be. a bother, really. It’s just the agony I’m going through every single day, several times when using the W.C. I’ve got water to get, just being handicapped with so many ailments are getting to be a far too painful task every so often for me. I glean that it cannot be classed as an emergency; at least I have water. It’s just killing me fetching it! If other elderly folks have no water to use, or families with ankle snappers, or Cannabis growers need water for the plants… I don’t mind, really. But I do wish someone could please, help the pain.
The bloody have come back again. Can’t concentrate now on blogging. I’ll have a go at getting back onto WordPress Reader – fingers crossed 🤞. Hurrah! Got on it! Now to sort some nosh out!
Imitation belly pork slices sarnies made, with much of the gorgeous. plant butter lathered on them. The Iceland crunchy potato chunks had too many black eyes in them, so I had to check each one before putting them in the oven. The beetroots were, unfortunately, similar to ball-bearings in texture. Disappointing!
I still give this meal a Taste Rating of 7/10.
Nodded off, woke up by the final Carer calling. (Tomey?) Night-bag was attached. No painkillers: too soon after the previous ones. I’m sure I heard the vicious, angry laughing at this! Haha!
Another broken-nights kip. Pains & Thought Storms to blame!
FARE THEE WELL!Go forth in Peace… Let problems decrease… You splice your mainbrace… That fears & worries decease… Help & health can resurface, Life gives you fewer curses… And +get more visits from the nurses!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The Short Low-Down – – – – – – – – – – Out of the blue, unbeknown and unexpectedly, two young lassies, District Nurses, arrived. Their mission was to change the catheter, clean up Little Inchie and check the bum for me! This soon got an added duty and became: to change the catheter, clean up Little Inchie and check the bum for me – and try not to laugh or smirk when they saw Little Inchie for the first time! (They were not very successful at that!) Out of the blue, unbeknown and unexpectedly, two young lassies, District Nurses, arrived. Their mission was to change the catheter, clean up Little Inchie and check the bum for me! This soon got an added duty and became: to change the catheter, clean up Little Inchie and check the bum for me – and try not to laugh or smirk when they saw Little Inchie for the first time!
(They were not very successful at that!)
Then a Social Worker arrived as the nurses were leaving. An in-depth Q-A session on my needs, this took another hour. I wish I could remember more of what took place, but Dementia Doreen was in full flow today Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went down three times today, thus delaying me even more in my own mission of getting the blog done! It was Saturday morning late on when I finally got around to starting this blog from scratch – and up to this time of writing.., Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet’s gone down three times alrSody! I have to get a move on to get this one done, and the chances of my statodaydare’s, is somewhat remote… like the chances of Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet ever working without going down, really!
I did manage some incrediblewesome sunsets; all the same, I think I might deserve a medal or ar least going into a Smug-Mode?
Morning view. Close-up of home extensionings. Coming on well? The bottomfield, is getting greener!
Ablutionisationings! The dreaded water carriers!
Ablutionings done!
Spuds in the crock-pot.
First catheter pouch emptying after the nurses had left. I think I can see some spots of whatever in the wee? Oh, dearie me!
The second shot of the home extensionings was taken because I’d forgot I took the first one. Looks like some more work has been done?
Went dark in the afternoon. Pareidoliaist Joy! And it got much better over the next
hour…so….
I see so many things in these later clouds! Bootiful! Wider shot. My favourite, found fish (some flying) and a face or two? A wider shot reveals so much! Later, looks like are waves approaching? Sun gets through as she gets lower. Took a zoomed-in shot… Farewell…
Sadly… All gone!
The last caller arrived and put the night catheter bag on for me.
A quick natter, and off she trotted.
It was very late by the time I got the meal served up. It was only potatoes, nowt else but salt… Well, the butter that wasn’t butter… Yet it tasted even better than butter! On offer at the moment at Asda! (Walmart).
